Shut up, I want them to be forty. And married. And for Joon-yeong to say, “Good morning, beautiful,” every time they wake up. Followed by a kiss on the temple.
𝘼/𝙉: I had a shit ton of cheese pizza before writing this🥴
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You’re certain you hate your supervisor with all your guts, but do you really hate what he hides in those tight ass work pants of his?
“I hate you dickhead”
Wooyeong grunts at your response, smiling when your pussy clenches around his cock even more.
“Doesn’t seem like that at all babe” his voice is coaxed with cockiness and the inglorious pet name should’ve angered you, but all you could’ve done was shut your eyes in ecstasy. Trying your absolute best not to moan the bastards name.
There’s little you can prove right now in this position, legs spread wide open for the man that you hated the most in this corporate job of yours. Yet here he had you right at his fingertips to use however his body desired that night.
“No need to hold it in. No ones gonna come in anyway, they’ve left for the night” he mummers, kissing the valley of your breasts even sloppier while you made sure to clutch his locks even harder. Two could play at that game.
To be honest, Jung Wooyeong was not someone you thought you would’ve been fucking at 2am in the building you worked at, with his office door wide open for anyone to peek in through while passing by.
When you first entered this world of jammed photocopy printers and dark tasteless coffees, you didn’t expect much being an office secretary.
The fun only began when you were assigned to the marketing team of the fourth floor. A division known for its successful and devilishly handsome eight men who took on the company’s image.
All we’re powerful, affluent figures who owned more shares of the company to go with all that useless land than you couldn’t even imagine of having. Catering to them was like being selected to serve bratty princes that hadn’t touched dirt in their lives.
Except if you count the amount of bribes and illegal transactions they’ve done, cause then that would’ve clearly showed their stained hands.
Yes, there is no denying the fact that these men were overflowing with dirty money, yet deprived of sleep and sex with their office job lives.
And for Wooyeong, having you in the office of 7 other man than him was what added the fuel to his fire of sickest fantasies about you.
And because of that, you decided to stay away from the obnoxiously loud man, who always decided to bother you with a stupid question or statement that made you wonder why you chose this job.
His disdainful tone and overly flirty messages were always amusing to you. You shutted them out, thinking that they were nothing, until one day you woke up and found yourself masturbating in the women’s washroom to the sight of Wooyeong in a suit with rolled up sleeves.
An idiot? a whore? a delusional bitch? What were you to call yourself?
“Harder asshole” you bite your lip, containing the moans from spilling from your faintly stained red lips.
Wooyeong halts his movements completely, grabbing your tits in his large rough hands before coming closer to whisper condescendingly in your ear.
“That’s a foul mouth you’ve got there” his gaze deepened, hand coming to smack your ass harshly. “I’d like to see you use that language with me in front of the others, then we’ll see what would happen”
You didn’t give him the benefit of seeing you moan in pleasure or in pain, so you instead locked eyes with him and glared harshly.
“I’m not-“ your words cut off as Wooyeong shoved a finger along side his cocking inside your dripping cunt, and lathered the juices altogether.
You screamed terribly, clutching onto his white shirt that was buttoned open to reveal his pecs. Oh how you wished you could kiss them.
Wooyeong laughs at your expression, adding another ringed finger to stimulate your sex at a whole new level.
You regained your words and titled your head back slightly, letting him fuck you dirtily on the desk. “I’m not- We’re not making this a once in a while thing” you panted, rolling your hips on his to apply more pressure to your clit.
Wooyeong releases a moan that sounds heavenly to your ears, and leads a blush to form on your cheeks. Even if It’s hot and stuffy in that office of his, never do the movements stop.
“We are not, and I repeat, not fucking each other again” you sigh in pleasure. “I don’t- I don’t fucking like you”
Wooyeong ignores your words and instead takes the time to admire your breasts bouncing up and down rhythmically to his thrusts. Your makeup looked smudged, and beads of sweat appeared on your forehead, but you looked so sickly sweet to him in that moment.
Wooyeong just needed to corrupt you even more than you already were.
You protested frustratedly against him when he pulled out for a second, whining at the empty feeling between your legs. All until Wooyeong rammed his dick right back in your pussy once again and the whole floor felt as it it shook.
You moan loudly and grasp onto Wooyeong’s veiny and muscular arms for dear life, praying that your vagina would still be in tact after this early morning fuck.
Leaning in closer to kiss your lips feverishly, he sucked on them as if they were his last meal.
“Please just shut up and just let me fuck you” he replied sickly, eyes gleaming with an uncontainable libido that you soon realized would not be easy for you.
