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fromis_9 Jiheon & Jiwon & Chaeyoung x m!reader

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"Brought you coffee, sir," Jiheon calls out when she pushes open your office door, getting your attention from across the room.

The sight is familiar. The sound of her heels clacking across the floor, walking slowly towards your desk. It's always that coffee in her hand, always in a white mug, always with a smile on her face when she hands it over.

"Thanks, beautiful," you respond, the scent of hazelnut in the air. Jiheon giggles, standing there in the middle of your office, as if waiting for your approval. You take a sip of the hot, dark liquid, savoring it for a moment and letting your eyes drop to her exposed legs, the stockings that make them seem endless.

Jiheon tilts her head a little, reaching to fix the bottom of her skirt. "Hope it's okay. Made it myself. With extra cream, too."

Your eyes scan over her body; the high heels, the skirt that hugs her hips so damn well, the buttons on her blouse opened more than usual.

"It's good—" you start, taking another long sip to be sure. She watches intently, eyes wide, staring while you raise the mug back to your lips. "But it's missing a little something. You know what else goes great with coffee?"

Before you can utter the last word, she's hopping up on your desk, legs wide open with the smallest tease to the panties beneath. "A little honey?"

"Exactly what I was thinking."

There's a twirl of her hair in response, smile as devilish as it always is. She's there, tempting you, as if begging you to do the inevitable. To throw your entire professionalism to the wayside, forget the world exists beyond your office.

"Ah, there you are—" a voice calls out from behind, and without even having to look, you know who is it—Jiwon is in your doorway when she glances in to find Jiheon seated on your desk. But she doesn't seem too shocked, or even surprised, walking inside and tossing a stack of folders to the desk, a thunk of the paper audible the moment they land.

Jiwon's no idiot. She's put this puzzle together long before the holidays even started, adjusting her glasses with a laugh. "Don't let me interrupt whatever is going on here. Just going to pass these along."

There's a bounce of her chest when Jiheon shifts, a hint of that red bra peeking through, and the sudden realization that she never buttons her blouse past the third button from the top.

"Nothing's going on…" Jiheon purrs, feigning innocence as best as possible. "Just brought the boss coffee like he asked me to."

Jiwon looks back and forth to each of you, that mischievous grin still present, raising her eyebrows slightly. "Riiight, and I'm just delivering paperwork. How silly of me. Anyways, I have more important work to do. So you two have fun—" she giggles, heading towards the door with a smirk that lasts even after she's disappeared into the corridor, the thud of the heavy wooden door closing behind her.

"Can't help ourselves, can we," you tease, running your hand along her thigh. It brings out a cute little whimper from her when your fingers make contact with her skin. "My little secretary is too fucking sexy for this world, aren't you?"

"Don't have a clue what you're talking about, sir," Jiheon responds, toying with one of the buttons at the front of her shirt to try and draw attention there while she shifts so her skirt rises up more, another peek of her panties evident. "I'm the definition of professional."

"Uh-huh," you sigh in return, ignoring the bait, taking another drink of coffee and returning the mug down on your desk. "I think the definition of professional is lost on you, Jiheon. I can see your panties from here a little too clearly."

"Only a little?" Jiheon asks back, running a hand through her hair and purposely lifting her skirt all the way up, so those sheer, tiny panties of hers are on full display, barely able to hide the plump lips of her pussy beneath them. "My apologies. Can't let that happen again."

It's the last string of professionalism left within the both of you, when your hands find their way beneath her skirt, gliding right up and placing a firm grip around that round ass of hers, sinking fingers into the skin you crave.

"Would hate to have to file a complaint to your supervisor, Ms. Baek," you mock, glancing at the door momentarily, fingers squeezing those cheeks hard enough to jolt her. "He might have to discipline you."

"But that would require more paperwork on your part, sir," she says, moving the contents on your desk to the side so there's no interference. "Why make yourself any busier than you have to?"

Jiheon unfastens the buttons to her blouse even more, until there's nothing left to hide her lacy lingerie or the immaculate flesh her cleavage promises. You give your coffee another taste, a final sip as you admire the sight of her perched so patiently on the surface of your desk.

"Knew there was a reason I hired you."

"Other than the charming smile, bright personality, and amazing ass?" Jiheon says, tossing her head back when your fingers slide through the fabric of her skimpy underwear.

"Those too. Also your mouth. But especially this," you say, no longer wasting time with her clothes when you yank her panties off her long legs to fling them across your office, exposing her wet cunt to the open air.

"Definitely thought the mouth is what won you over."

You nearly laugh at the audacity of the statement, planting a few kisses to the exposed flesh of her thighs, teasing closer and closer.

"As good as your blowjobs are, Jiwon nearly has you beat," you tell her, more to watch the reaction on her face rather than the actual truth. It gets an immediate, low whine out of her, a pout on her lips.

"They better not be better. I work so damn hard for you every day and Jiwon practically just sits around, pretending to write reports," Jiheon huffs, the jealousy evident.

"Don't worry," you assure her, meeting her gaze as you continue to kiss her creamy thighs, listening to the soft gasps from the anticipation. "You're the best. Believe me."

Jiheon lights up the moment the words escape, and that pout goes away as quickly as it appears once you finally dive between her legs, the sweet taste of her flooding into your mouth. Your tongue runs right up her slit, forcing another pleasured breath from her when you're quick to spread her apart, latching your lips to her pussy and exploring the beautiful taste of her folds as the wetness starts to pool.

"Oh god," Jiheon groans, breathing heavy and looking down, keeping an eye on every move you make. Her nails dig into the back of your head while you tease her, eating her out slowly, as if she'll break with any haste. When your tongue slips past her folds, circling her clit, she lets out an absolutely heavenly gasp, losing herself.

"Felt a little chilly all morning," you say between licks, placing a harsh suck against the sensitive little bud. "Glad I get my favorite pair of earmuffs to warm me right up."

"God—you're so good at that," Jiheon says, dropping back onto your desk completely, thighs clamping around your head, locking you in place when you switch from long licks to a focused assault against her clit. And the best part is those supple thighs squeezing tight, the fabric of her stockings so silky smooth against your face, trapping you there while your tongue works away.

"Been too long since I last got between your legs. Nothing better," you groan, gaze locked the entire time you eat her pussy, giving her clit the right pressure, the perfect touches to force the cute, innocent-like whimpering. And you love the sight of her, back against the desk, face growing redder with the way your mouth downright devours her perfect cunt.

"Eating me like it's the most delicious thing in the world—" Jiheon whines, her fingers slipping into your hair, her back arched so she can watch the sight of your tongue buried in her, so fucking eager to drink the sweetness between her legs. "You're too good to me, sir."

Her moans echo through the office and her wetness is already coating your lips, spreading everywhere, filling your mouth and drowning every taste bud.

"Nonsense. You deserve this, could eat you out all fucking day," you assure her as the sloppy licks increase, her fingers tugging harder at the strands of your hair when your mouth has her seeing stars.

"If you insist, sir," Jiheon gasps, grinding herself harder into your face when the wetness seeps out further, refusing to let you even breathe. "P-please let me cum all over your handsome face. God, I'm so fucking close already."

The desperate cries from your usually calm and collected secretary has you doubling your efforts. You swirl your tongue against the most sensitive areas, her thighs wrapped tight enough around your head to nearly stifle out every bit of air, suffocate under the intoxicating scent of her pussy while your lips never cease.

You keep at it, tongue right along her stiff clit, fast and determined. Those lewd whimpers intensify as you suck hard, starved for the juices that leak out and coat your chin, making her squirm on your desk enough to knock anything not securely attached off the edge.

"Don't stop," she begs, hands pressing firmly on the back of your head to bury in deeper, devour her slick pussy entirely. "P-please don't stop. Fuck—"

And Jiheon makes you all the more ravenous, body rocking, losing herself as you fulfill her need for release. You know the signs of her climax well enough by this point, when the nails dig harder into your scalp, when her cries and mewls reach the volume that tells you exactly how fucking good you are between her legs. You couldn't stop if you tried, slurps and frantic licks to drive her wild, mouth hungry to taste every drop that gushes from her pretty little cunt.

Your reward comes a mere moment later. Her back arches off the surface of your desk, your fingers wrapping around her thighs to hold her right in place, keeping that tongue on her that leaves her a dripping, quivering mess. Her body spasms in your grip, moans uncontrollable, her cries echoing through your office.

"Sir, I-I—fuck!"

Her dripping honey oozes into your mouth, filling your senses with the taste that keeps you obsessed. A torrent of wetness leaks from her while she bucks her hips into your face, no shame about how bad she wants the sensation to last forever, those pretty moans the fuel for your tongue.

Jiheon is beautiful when she cums, and you stay on her the entire time she rides it out.

Her trembling thighs squeezing hard around your head while that mess of slick juices just won't end, dripping out endlessly from her folds. Her toes curl, hands covering her mouth to keep herself quiet and not make such a mess of your office, but to no avail when they escape regardless.

Eventually, it becomes too much—a weak push against your head that prompts you to withdraw, but not without another lingering taste, an undeniable addiction to every drop. When your head lifts from between her legs and you clean her up, she's still shaking, thighs quivering as they uncoil from around the sides of your face, leaving a disappointment in their absence.

Your face feels a little sticky, the juices a delicious mixture that still coats your lips and drips from your chin, a sight that Jiheon is unable to tear her eyes away from without a giggle. But with her lying spread out, nearly naked on the desk in your office—it's a view to be savored for a moment longer, before taking a sip of coffee, appreciating the wonderful taste that now mixes together with her flavor.

"Thank you, sir," she mumbles, pushing herself up when her shaking calms, fixing her hair and taking a look at all the paperwork on the ground.

"No, thank you for bringing me coffee this morning. You were right, tastes much better after a little honey..."

Jiheon covers her mouth with a hand and soon buttons her blouse, the first sign of professionalism coming back into place. She fixes her skirt and attempts to make herself appear less disheveled, but doesn't bother finding her panties, knowing they'll only return to the floor once more.

"Anything else I can do for you, sir?" Jiheon offers, heading over to the mirror she keeps in your office, fixing her hair before she makes sure everything looks neat on her, trying so very hard to maintain her usual innocent demeanor.

"Nothing pressing at the moment. Just a few meetings scheduled later. I'd like you to take notes during those," you say, finishing what remains of your coffee.

"Consider it done, sir. And I'll be sure to fetch you more coffee around then." Jiheon has a smile as she reaches up and plants a quick kiss on the corner of your lips, tasting a hint of the sweetness between her legs.

She hops off your desk, the slightest amount of mischief in her expression when she heads to the door, making sure no one is in sight before she peers out. She disappears, heels echoing down the hall until completely out of sight.

Jiwon tucks a strand of her long hair behind her ear while her fingertips fly across the keyboard, never pausing, each keystroke so precise in what she types. There's a little bounce in her seat from time-to-time, eyes locked to her computer screen, unaware that you're right beside her.

The screen changes, from her word document to some web browser, searching for who-knows-what, pulling her focus and certainly not going unnoticed when you're right there to catch her in the act.

"Budget reports look a little different these days, don't they?" you ask, leaning closer so she catches a glimpse of you from the corner of her eye. Jiwon nearly jumps, then her face goes red with embarrassment, almost looking guilty like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Sorry," Jiwon giggles, tabbing over to bring the report back on screen. "That was nothing. Wasn't looking for anything weird, I swear."

You grab the back of her chair, so you can talk right against the side of her ear. "Were you... looking for porn, Jiwon? During work hours?"

Jiwon visibly shakes, getting a laugh from you in the process. She places her hand at the back of her neck and can barely make eye contact. "No—I wasn't, of course not, that's such a silly thing to even suggest."

"Alright, good. I don't mind if you need a little distraction from time to time. But not when there are important deadlines looming," you say sternly, Jiwon nodding enthusiastically when you're so close, cheeks reddening.

Jiwon goes quiet for a moment. The slight dip of her shoulders has her leaning forward, the side of her face giving you full view. "Won't happen again, sir. Promise."

"Just stay focused. Don't want HR seeing your search history, do you?"

There's a flinch from her at the idea of someone, anyone really, discovering her little browsing habits while at work. And then her eyes are glancing to the side again, trying to disappear when there's not even an inch separating you both.

"O-of course not. Not that I have anything to hide. I just—"

"Back to work, Jiwon. No more goofing off. Got a lot of emails you haven't answered yet. When you're done with those and you've got the reports ready for my sign off, come see me," you order her, no choice in the matter when she returns a weak smile, leaning forward more as if to prove how eager to please she is.

"You got it, boss."

You walk off to leave her be, letting her have the peace and quiet required to focus. For a brief moment, there's hope you'll avoid trouble with her, but you know that's never the case. So you'll return to your office and wait, expectant for when she'll inevitably wander in.

By the end of the hour, there she is, popping into your office with a stack of papers under her arms and a cheery expression, putting those stacks aside before hopping right onto the corner of your desk. It's always her little trademark spot, perching on the wood and crossing those legs, her heels bouncing slightly against each other.

"Sorry for the delay, sir. Got those reports and emails finished."

"Jiwon—" you sigh.

"Is something wrong?" Jiwon asks. She puts on that innocent little pout, making it so damn difficult not to look her way, glasses that frame her features with just the perfect amount of sexy.

"It took you over an hour," you say, standing up from your chair and glancing at her. "I asked for those yesterday, don't think I forgot. Or were you too busy slacking off on company time to actually work on what I assign you?"

Jiwon hops down off your desk, unfazed by the attempt to reprimand her. She closes the distance, grabbing the end of your tie, batting her lashes to try and distract you. "You know I work harder than anyone else here. Was just lost in work, didn't realize the time flew by so fast..."

You rub your temples in annoyance. "You? My hardest worker? Since when?"

"It's true. That's all I hear from everyone. Jiwon—she works too hard. She's too reliable, the only one we can trust. She's—"

"A goddamn liar that's working my last fucking nerve, that's what. If you're too busy fooling around to actually get work done, then you can just show yourself out. I have a thousand other people ready to take your position at a moments notice."

Jiwon holds on to your tie, tight, when she inches close enough that you can smell her perfume, the same one she wears whenever she gets on her knees to beg. "Now, now, no need for that. I said I was sorry. That's not necessary, boss. Aren't I your favorite anyways?"

You scoff." Absolutely not. Don't flatter yourself."

Jiwon sighs, pout on her face increasing as if she can't possibly accept being denied that privilege. "I get it, boss. You're stressed. It's that time of year. You have too much on your plate, right? Financial reports, a dozen meetings a week, everyone wanting something from you or another. "Think I know how to solve that, sir…"

She begins to loosen your tie, stepping backwards towards the desk when the tension falls slack. You don't stop her, eyes remaining locked. But she's devious, mischievous to a fault. Jiwon glances to the doorway for a fleeting moment, peeking outside, hoping nobody wanders past.

"I'm stressed because of you, Jiwon. Are you kidding me? Nobody else gives me such hassle around here. Not Jiheon. Or Chaeyoung. Especially not Saerom."

There's another huff from her, a little more offended, her lips pouting even more. She can't take that, eyes looking a bit hurt before she forces a smile back. "Saerom? Does she even still work here? Haven't even seen her in like, weeks."

You laugh. "She does, because she's productive unlike a certain someone. So she gets special assignments, gets to go on business trips—gets to go see different countries. But even when she isn't, she doesn't waste my damn time like this."

"But—that's not fair," Jiwon argues, an extra sass in her tone, stepping back so far that her back is nearly pressed against your desk. "So she gets trips around the world while I sit in the office all day? Because what, she sucks a little dick and lets you pound her ass over the desk a few times?"

"No, she sits in this fucking office every day and works without the distraction, like she's paid to do, and does her goddamn job," you say, but there's an extra layer, an unexpected venom behind the words. It only serves to fluster her even more.

"Maybe Saerom doesn't get distracted the way I do," Jiwon purrs back, a hint of jealousy in her gaze while she sways back and forth a little. "Because she doesn't have her mouth occupied so often. That's probably the issue, isn't it? Boring office lady won't even wrap those pretty lips around you and suck you dry? Is that why she gets treated so much nicer than me?"

"For fucks sake," you mutter, heading towards the door to lead her out before this can spiral even further, before your other workers will get another view of her insufferable behavior. "Enough of this. Just get back to work before I fire you, dammit."

Jiwon refuses to turn, putting up a fight while you try to point her towards the exit. And eventually, those arms of hers find a home draped over your neck, keeping you close. Her smile widens and she stares up at you.

"I don't get it. I'm the only good cocksucker around this place anymore and even the best one of all doesn't get any appreciation? Sure, my work isn't always on time. But at least I turn it in, isn't that what counts?"

You hesitate. The stalling is a mistake, the pause only lasts a moment, but it's enough to give Jiwon the confirmation of the way she's pulled your attention.

"No," you say, correcting her and staring deep into her eyes when there's a lack of space between the both of you. "Jiheon is way better, and you can't compare your abilities anyway."

Jiwon gasps. She looks so offended, holding back what must be the most outrageous scowl to ever escape her pretty face.

"Her? That girl with the whole fake innocent act is supposed to be better than me? There's no fucking way—" Jiwon starts, ready to dive into an even longer tangent about how unfair it is, how Jiheon's talents pale compared to hers. But you refuse to hear the rest, the last bits of sanity slipping away before you take that step that keeps her from rambling.

"Better ass. Better legs, much bigger tits. Way better attitude," you list, Jiwon getting redder and redder with each word. "She doesn't run her fucking mouth during business hours or put off deadlines. She brings me coffee every goddamn day, on top of everything else."

"Like it's that fucking difficult to bring you some cheap coffee, come on—I can do that twice a day and suck your cock—"

"Jiwon, shut up," you growl out. "You've handed in your work. And I appreciate your efforts. Now, you can leave my sight or I swear, I'll find someone else to take your place. Let your salary and vacation privileges disappear."

"You want me to shut up?" Jiwon repeats, finally having the courtesy to lower her voice. "Oh, boss. That's all you had to ask..."

Your office goes silent for a brief moment, leaving you caught in her striking gaze.

Jiwon doesn't give you the chance to step back or break free, dropping down until her knees are against the carpet. It happens all so quickly, with the sensation of her palms rubbing through your slacks, over your cock, coaxing the inevitable erection she causes.

"Jiwon, what are you doing—"

She ignores you. "If you wanted me to shut up, then I'll shut up. Think I know a better use for my mouth. So you can get something you want. And I can get something I want..." Jiwon purrs, cupping a handful of crotch while she caresses a thigh.

Her fingers are swift, doing whatever she damn well pleases when she loosens your belt, ignoring every warning. And those eyes don't lose contact with yours for a moment, on the verge of begging as she tugs everything down, stripping you naked from the waist down.

"Jiwon, I'll ask you one more time. What the fuck are you—"

"Tired of talking, boss," Jiwon mumbles, and there's a sense of relief that comes with that. She's more possessive than usual, mouth open wide directing the swollen tip right between her soft, warm lips.

You inhale sharply. The heat of her mouth, those cheeks hollowing around you, it somehow puts you at ease immediately, any anger disappearing after she seals her lips and forces out every bit of tension within you.

Her tongue slips along the underside of your shaft, knowing exactly what you like, how it'll make your knees go weak and leave her victorious. Those beautiful eyes glance upward, your head falling back, the look on your face betraying your otherwise unwillingness to give in.

"Mmm. That's right. Just forget about any silly things I did this week. Focus on what's really important, sir."

There's no arguing. Not with Jiwon on her knees, refusing to budge no matter how stern of a glare you give, glasses perched at the bridge of her nose and her mouth more than capable of slobbering on every inch. You let that warmth surround you, the wetness of her lips and saliva spreading everywhere as her mouth slides up and down your throbbing shaft, every ounce of pleasure that leaves you as helpless as always.

She swallows the entire thing, moaning around your shaft when the drool pools around her chin. With every bob of her head, it only gets messier, more dripping out onto your floor beneath her.

"Fuck," you hiss, gripping the edge of the desk behind you for balance, keeping a hand atop her head when you can't believe how desperate to suck your cock she truly is. "God damn, Jiwon—"

Jiwon does her best to grin around you, slurping noisily at your thickness, sucking down every inch she can handle. She swallows you deeper this time, gagging just a little each time she bobs her head, gags when she stays the longest at the base of your shaft before popping off.

"By all means, sir... take over if that's what you need to do," Jiwon suggests, looking up at you through those frames, adjusting them when they slide down. But it's the playful expression that matches the lust that gets to you, her tongue finding its way right at the very tip, a slow lick against your throbbing head to tease you.

And you want to say no, want to push her away, scold her for the antics you always put up with. But you're powerless when she looks like that, knowing all your weaknesses, her pretty little mouth offered to make you forget every wrong.

Your resistance fades with a groan. All her actions catch up, the wetness from her mouth clinging everywhere to leave you with that tingle, that bliss, the warmth leaving you unable to turn the offer down.

"Fine. Fine, Jiwon. I'll be happy to. My favorite way to shut that annoying mouth of yours, after all," you grumble, grabbing both sides of of her head before thrusting forward, ramming the entirety of your cock in and past those soft fucking lips.

She wastes no time either, both hands settling atop your thighs, accepting your dominance of her mouth willingly and offering no resistance when your shaft plunges to the back of her throat. Those beautiful eyes water almost instantly, staring up while you fuck her face, Jiwon complying to every whim, without having to be guided, following every little thing you do with zero complaints.

The sounds are the best. Sloppy, sinful gagging noises escape while Jiwon lets you fuck her throat, hands tight on your thighs. It's the perfect time to remind her who's in charge, pulling the reigns without holding back and show her just how capable you are of shutting her up, your fingers roughly grabbing strands of her black hair.

"Much fucking better, Jiwon. Have to say that. Don't understand why I deal with you in the first place. But this mouth is quite useful," you murmur, her nose pressing to your abdomen when you feel her gurgling on the last inch, mouth stretched around the whole thing.

She struggles for the moment she's buried at the base, barely able to take your size while you show not a modicum of mercy as you fuck her face and fill her throat up. Her drool trickles all the way down, enough of a mess dripping past her lips. She chokes and gurgles more, eyes a watery mess, but still you don't relent—not that she would want you to.

"is this why you act up? So you can let your boss treat you like a whore again? Because this is the only time you act like a normal employee, right? You'd rather suck my dick instead of writing those fucking reports?"

Jiwon nods the slightest, mumbling incoherent words around your cock stuffed down her throat. Your grip loosens and allows her the chance to breathe, your wet cock slapping those pillowy lips before shoving back in without warning. Each thrust grows quicker, needier, your hands palming her head to keep her in place while you use her exactly as she wants.

She does nothing but gag and drool around the thick shaft plunging between the heat of her soft lips, using what little grip she has on your thighs to steady herself.

There's no ounce of defiance, her obedience uncanny and beyond anything expected. You've come to accept how much she loves the taste and her appetite never falters, always greedy for more when her hand sneaks past her skirt, straight down between her thighs to play with herself, getting her fingers soaked.

"Look at you—needy fucking slut needs to touch yourself to your boss fucking your throat. Can't even control yourself," you growl. "Want your boss to dump a thick load down that pretty throat so bad? That what you're craving?"

She lets out a loud moan, gurgling against the messy spit-soaked length pumping deep down, and nods desperately once more.

"If that's what you want, then I think maybe I'll just cum all over your fucking face instead. Maybe then you'll learn a fucking lesson. Make you walk out of here and greet the rest of the employees like that—"

Jiwon pulls your hips to keep you there, staring up, wanting the entire thing shoved past her lips once more like that very idea has her soaked in seconds. There's desperation, her moans muted by keeping her head down on the base, tears flowing more than before and spit dripping everywhere from her lips, staining her blouse.

She wants to be used—truly used, a nice outlet that will satiate her urges for a brief moment before starting again. It's a vicious cycle, always pushing the limits, doing whatever to get more attention and never caring how much of a struggle it causes.

"Sir, please—your entire fucking load," she whimpers, giving her best innocent expression possible when she gets to breathe. "Drown me in your fucking cum, please. I'll go out and let the entire office see how much a slut I am for your fat cock."

You pull away and yank Jiwon to her feet, lifting her up with ease before putting her down onto the desk, so she lies on her back, staring up at you with her head dangling upside down off the edge.

That only leaves an even better view, her skirt flipped up, enough to show that soaked pair of panties underneath as you jam your cock deep down her throat once more.

You can't be gentle after that request. She likes the rough treatment that follows, each deep thrust making her pussy drip. And you're happy to oblige, groaning when Jiwon accepts the roughest, hardest plunges. Every motion drags in and out of her throat, enough to gag her on each impale and leave her eyes watering even worse.

"You always come crawling, Jiwon—always the same song and dance. Making up bullshit stories so you can bend over right in my goddamn office. If anyone saw you, how pathetic you are on the clock—"

All the wet gags, all the muffled whimpers and moans, get drowned out by her hungry slurps. She takes as much as you have to give, each rough slam of your hips deep enough to bring you close to the edge. It only gets sloppier when your balls slap against her face, her glasses thick with spit smeared that cloud her vision.

And the best part is, she can't say a goddamn word with you buried down her throat. That is a far greater achievement than you'll give her credit for.

So you don't hold back—you can't, drenching your length in more spit with a few extra pumps inside Jiwon's heavenly warm throat. Until you finally hit that peak, unloading all over her pretty face without another word. It's all that she expects, a thick shot of cum firing right against those used lips, hot streaks painting every inch of her when you empty your balls, making sure to aim most directly at her glasses to coat them thick.

And Jiwon relishes in it, swallows the few stray strands that land in her mouth, fingers frantic between her legs for the whole thing while you glaze her in thick, uninterrupted streams. You savor in the sight of Jiwon like this. Leaving her disheveled and used, taking out the stress the best way you can.

The mess, the complete debauchery, is perfect—a stunning view that you'll remember the entire day. Her face covered, glasses all but ruined, the shine of saliva dripping down her chin with not a care as her tongue hangs free, gathering up your spilled cum into her waiting mouth, like she needs the taste to survive.

You step back, admiring the aftermath with a grin.

"Th-thank you," she mutters, still touching herself, licking what she can of the creamy mess that stains her features. "Thank, you sir. Hope I was of some use..."

You look down at her, admiring the complete disaster you've left her in. Her glasses are painted white, coated completely, mascara running as a result. Some in her hair, some even staining her work blouse and still dripping. She smiles through it all, delighted. Eager for more.

"Only thing you're good for," you reply, reaching forward to collect a thick strand on her cheek, scooping it up on your fingertip before guiding it towards her swollen lips. "Clean me up, Jiwon, and then you can get the hell out of my office."

She eagerly sucks away, tasting the remnants with a broad smile, never getting enough no matter how hard you try. There's no questioning if she enjoys it, even from her upside-down position atop the desk. It's clear how much she adores this treatment, more than happy to please and bend over any time asked of her.

"Anything else before I go, boss?" she asks, taking care to straighten her ruined outfit the slightest before pulling herself to her feet, your thick load coating her face, especially the glasses, dripping even heavier than before.

"Maybe a bagel," you mutter. "I've got the craving. But please do clean your face up before you do so."

"Yes, sir. Whatever the boss wants, he gets," she says with a satisfied smile, her ruined glasses not at all slowing down the bounce in her stride towards the door, leaving your office without another word or glance.

And all you can do is watch, letting the hunger build deep within when her shapely ass leaves your view. Because this cycle never breaks—never changes. As often as you promise to fire her, each week sees her strutting back in, another scheme or lie to distract, just for an excuse to bend over for a nice little reminder of her position.

You'd never want things any other way.

The smell of fresh coffee lingers at your desk, something you haven't touched since Jiheon brought it in. Still piping hot, and definitely your least priority when Chaeyoung enters your office.

"Can't believe you made her walk out like that," the dark-haired girl states, lips continually parted. "Just dripping down her face, ruined like that... what did she even do?"

"The same old bullshit. That's what she does," you mutter back, giving no explanation of your own. Your gaze stays locked on her while those long legs rest on your shoulders, high heels still on, fucking her nice and deep in the middle of your fancy leather couch off to the side of the room.

"Oh, the usual, huh," Chaeyoung murmurs with a breathy giggle, moaning right in your office when you fill her tight little body perfectly, pounding her all the way to the hilt every time.

There's a loud knock at the door, one that stops after the second beat, one that knows not to try again until later. You can't even remember if you locked the door or not, but you know nobody will dare enter without your permission. Not with the noises being heard through your office. Nobody makes that kind of mistake more than once.

Chaeyoung has your whole attention occupied, right after the second tedious meeting of the day, a breath of fresh air. Now you've got her all folded up, legs obscenely spread in the air, knees close by her ears. Her eyes roll back the harder you go, ass raised so you can drill her into the black leather.

She'll only grow tighter. Clenching and desperate. Chaeyoung takes you the best, offers the most bang for your buck, the prettiest moans that you could never get tired of hearing, no matter how long. And the mess that runs everywhere is undeniable proof, the groans that slip out when you plunge yourself to the hilt, those long, stocking-clad legs dangling in the air, heels somehow remaining intact through every brutal slam.

"Harder, boss!" she begs, her cries load enough to be heard through the walls of your office. But you don't' care, and oblige her, slamming your length deep, balls fucking deep and then some.

"If I fuck you any harder, I swear the damn couch will break. These are fucking expensive," you hiss in between heavy grunts, pressing your knees deep into the leather fabric and fucking the pretty girl even deeper.

"M-more than worth the investment," Chaeyoung insists. And even under that heavy layer of makeup and dolled-up features, it's clear, the most sinful expression she has yet, mouth open in bliss and eyes glazed with pleasure. You can't disagree, either.

Her pretty cunt doesn't ever seem to stop getting tighter. Each hard pump only makes her walls constrict the most, gripping at every swollen inch of your shaft, begging it to stay and soak the entirety of it with its slick juices. Chaeyoung is simply begging for your cock to make her cum again and again and again, like every single day.

"Break the couch or break me," Chaeyoung urges, sweat sticking the strands of hair along her forehead as her ass bounces off the expensive leather cushion. "Just as long as you don't stop—god, you're so deep inside me."

You groan in response, only watching the hypnotic sway of her tits spilling out of her red bra, barely hiding anything while her blouse and matching blazer have all been discarded, those lace panties you tore off long forgotten.

"Inside me, boss—shoot that massive load right deep inside," Chaeyoung pleads, the obscene slap of your balls against her ass a loud echo in your office. "Fill me up to the brim, sir—fuck—"

"You think I would do it anywhere else? Such a tight fucking cunt like yours, you really think I wouldn't fucking empty my balls inside a pretty thing like you?" you hiss between her frantic moans. Her entire body trembles from the pleasure, greedily taking every inch until a second climax hits and she nearly crumbles.

Chaeyoung tightens around you again, her soaked, velvety walls grabbing tight and trying to milk your length as deep inside her as possible. You sink in that heat, hips firmly gripped, and letting her cunt hold you in a vice until there's no choice.

"Ah, f-fuck—god, your thick cock…"

That's it. The very end. There's no point in holding back now, and when your balls empty everything, every single thick spurt flooding her to the very limit, that's when you can feel her legs shake the most, watch her eyes rolling back when she comes to another shuddering orgasm.

"God, Chaeyoung, you're fucking—"Before you've even finished pumping away, it's already leaking out, already slipping past where your cock stays buried inside, running down the leather underneath her ass. Your hips keep driving forward until they can't, her pussy completely full, her high lingering while you fuck it all deep into her womb without a single ounce of regret.

"S-so much. Mmm, that feels incredible, sir—nothing like when you cum inside me," Chaeyoung purrs, as a high heel finally breaks free and plops onto the floor. You watch, mesmerized, as your cock slips out from her, a thick, viscous load oozing out immediately with nowhere to go, her pussy overflowing in a matter of seconds.

"Definitely gonna need a new fucking couch again," you sigh, but can't resist staring at the sweat-covered mess that is your best-looking, most dangerous worker, stuffed to the brim.

"Then there's plenty of time to make an even bigger mess—" Chaeyoung starts, once you slide her legs back down and fall back on the cushions. She's too quick to get right between your legs on her own, to shove your cock into her mouth and suck you clean, to taste herself along with you, swirling her tongue all over your still hard cock.

"Jesus," you breathe, just watching her go to town, those plump lips made for this exact purpose, looking irresistible wrapped around you. The wet noises get sloppier by the second, those full cheeks hollowing around you each time her head lifts up, mouth closing tight around the entirety of your still twitching cock.

"Just doing my due diligence, sir," she insists, slurping away and using her tongue to take care of any remains. It only makes you stay hard. "Something you pay me for, you know..."

There's nothing you could disagree with, the slurps louder as you let Chaeyoung swallow everything her little mouth can. The greedy expression and muffled moans while her throat is filled again—until the blaring ring of a phone echoes in the office.

"Christ, I told Jiheon to not let any calls through," you grumble, glaring over at the bright flashing phone on the other end of your desk.

Chaeyoung pops off and strokes your spit-coated shaft a few times, smacking the throbbing head against her tongue, just wanting another inch or two of it past her pouty pink lips. "Just don't answer, then—"

As much as you want that, you must be certain that it's important. Otherwise, Jiheon never would have let it through—even under the instructions that absolutely no phone calls are allowed when you're occupying yourself.

"Ugh. Answer it, will you, please? Might be an emergency."

You regret asking almost immediately.

There's no protest. Only obedience. "Sure thing, boss," Chaeyoung says, your wet cock being the last thing she tastes as she lifts up to answer it, shuffling towards almost completely naked. The mess drips out every step she takes, a mess not even she can control when she reaches for the phone.

"Who is this and why are you interrupting?"

"Chaeyoung, not like that—Jesus, put it on speaker."

"It's Nagyung ," the voice on the other side answers, when Chaeyoung hits the button that makes her voice audible. And then she's right back on your cock, slipping the entire thing past her lips, swallowing right to the hilt until there's a muffled gag against you.

"Yes, Nagyung, sorry—uh, what... is it urgent?" you ask, doing everything possible not to moan in the middle of the call. Your hands reach forward to grab the back of Chaeyoung's head and guide those warm, slippery lips even deep, down as much as possible and making her choke.

Nagyung sounds like she always does, the bright, peppy tone without even knowing you're currently balls deep inside the very reason that nobody dares contact your office.

"Sorry to disturb you, sir. But thought you'd like to know the CEO will be visiting sometime today. Couldn't get a finalized ETA or time from her. But she said she'd swing by."

You pause, the rest of her words drowned out. For the briefest of moments, your mind reels in confusion—and you immediately regret making Chaeyoung answer.

"Sir?" Nagyung continues, seemingly oblivious to the way Chaeyoung continues her expert oral performance, despite your current predicament.

"Y-yeah, I got that, Nagyung," you respond, catching your breath. You push Chaeyoung down harder, until there's nothing left but an even deeper muffled gurgle and that perfect mouth suffocated around the entire thing. "Get the whole office prepared... even make sure Jiwon gets something done."

"Copy, sir," Nagyung replies. "Enjoy the rest of your day!"

With that, the line clicks. The heaviest silence sets in, only interrupted by the obscene, throaty noises made by Chaeyoung while you face the reality ahead.

"Who is she? Must be someone important for the CEO herself to pay a visit."

You know it's only an attempt to sooth your nerves, and perhaps an attempt to pry in the name of gossip for the day. And all you do is scoff, not wanting to admit it aloud.

"Someone I haven't seen in a long time, thankfully. Last time wasn't very pleasant. But it can't possibly be worse this time."

She pops off, licking away the trail of sticky saliva. "Who, boss?"

"Someone responsible for getting me this job. More important than you could imagine."

Chaeyoung makes it apparent she has no intention of being left out, almost threatening to not swallow you back down until you answer.

"Jisun. Roh fucking Jisun," you bite out, the words leaving a bitter taste once they leave your lips, hoping Chaeyoung doesn't recognize it. Or does and just knows to not question any more. "Now I gotta deal with her—the devil incarnate. The fucking worst. Never just business when she visits..."

"She can't be that bad. Especially if she hired you," Chaeyoung adds, when she hollows her cheeks and slurps away without needing a break.

"Trust me. She is."

This only gives a perfect excuse for Chaeyoung to up the ante, letting her throat take it all down a second longer while her nose burrows against your crotch.

"In that case," Chaeyoung says, gasping right after slipping your cock out and bringing both hands to work, one twisting around your cock while the other fondles your balls. "No matter how awful it is, I'll be right here to give the right amount of stress relief afterwards."

You lean back in the sofa, staring up to the ceiling while her pouty lips touch down the base of your cock. Even from that brief interaction alone, Chaeyoung clearly has questions—especially when you already sound annoyed at the mention of the person who hired you for this job in the first place.

"That's assuming I survive it all. Might not be anything left afterwards," you groan, while Chaeyoung presses gentle kisses to your balls.

She giggles, looking up with those curious eyes, lips going further below to lick along your sack. "Have some faith, boss—you can survive anything. And when you get through, maybe reward yourself in pounding my ass..."

"Do you have no shame? God—when this is all over, I might have to do just that," you say, finding it impossible to not laugh a little at the thought.

"Please do," Chaeyoung smiles, squeezing your shaft. "Use me like a stress ball—I'll be here, waiting and ready to get bent over your desk."

There's nothing more you can say or do, but try to ignore the dread creeping its way in at the idea of surviving this encounter in one piece.

"Looks like you're still alive, boss," Chaeyoung quips once you head back to your office after two hours of torment, feeling somewhat hopeful at your arrival. "How'd it go?"

She's there, on your couch, a fresh blouse buttoned halfway up and no bra whatsoever underneath, stockings gone from those amazing legs.

The look is downright criminal—irresistible, seduction at every angle.

"Not… bad," you admit, jaw still feeling tight, exhaustion clearly visible. "She had a lot of good things to say, surprisingly enough. Well—besides the whole situation with Jiwon, but that's—a whole other topic. We'll worry about her later."

"Huh," Chaeyoung says, equally as surprised. Her shapely legs leave the couch, moving to grab a bottle of wine from the corner table and fill two glasses. One is pressed into your hand when Chaeyoung clings hers against your own in a little toast.

"We're still both on the clock, Chaeyoung—who drinks in the afternoon?"

"We do. Besides, you fuck me on the clock and I don't hear any complaints, boss," she argues, then quickly downs half the glass in a single sip.

"Guess I can't argue with that logic."

She can't either—and shamelessly spreads her bare legs out on the leather once she sits back down, just enough to see where a pair of panties should be. "Here or the desk? I don't know if there's a preference on which—"

"For what?"

"I believe I was promised to be your stress relief earlier."

Right. It comes rushing back—her suggestion, the reason she's still here in the first place. The clothes she's barely dressed in. "I mean if you're offering, I won't say no."

Chaeyoung finishes her glass with a self-satisfied smile. "Take the edge off, if I can. You've earned it."

You look at the clock on your wall, then look at your desk—one piled with paperwork, and more importantly, a whole mess to sort through and hopefully understand. Chaeyoung is the easier of the options.

"Am I allowed to say how hot you look sitting there?"

She laughs and spreads those smooth legs out further, giving a tempting peek of every flawless curve leading to her lovely cunt. "Well, the outfit's not meant to be professional. It's meant to get you hard and ready. It's for easy access."

"You're too good," you tell her. Chaeyoung gives a sly little look and grins.

"Just doing my job, sir."

The trip from the couch to the desk is only seconds, enough for Chaeyoung to push all of your paperwork over to the corner of the desk, enough for her to put both hands on the edge and offer her fantastic ass out like a present.

"Jesus, you look fucking amazing."

And it's true—no doubt about it, especially as she shows herself off by raising that short, pencil skirt high to tease. Her shapely ass is free and exposed to the air of the office, begging for you to fuck.

"Glad to see you think so," Chaeyoung giggles, hearing your belt drop the moment your pants fall and your hard cock springs free.

Your fingers slide along her bare legs, appreciating the smoothness of her thighs, and then her hips—those delicious wide hips that hold your attention so well. It's a crime, having her in the office half the time covering herself up, and having these to yourself whenever you're lucky to.

"Well, are you going to fuck me or just admire the view? Sir," she asks, over her shoulder, lust in her eyes and the skirt riding high, showing everything.

"Impatient? Why the hell not both?"

"I waited in your office for two hours without panties or a bra touching myself thinking about you," she says, pushing her ass a bit higher for you to get the picture. "God, you've got to fuck me..."

"This is why you're my favorite," you tell her, you tell her, slapping that gorgeous ass, squeezing the flesh as you lean in.

"Am I? How many times have you said that to Jiheon? To Nagyung? To Jiwon—"

"Dear god, Chae, I would never say that to fucking Jiwon."

Chaeyoung finally grins at that, when you admire her shapely curves from this angle, how you love nothing more than admiring her round, bouncy ass. "But do me a favor—"

"Anything, boss."

You slip a lubed finger inside her tight asshole, swirling around and pressing a bit deeper. Enough to open up for what will come, and when the second finger pushes inside, you get an even better idea of how it's going to feel when it's your hard, swollen cock that spreads it instead.

"Please never start wearing underwear. And keep wearing these tiny, tight skirts—"

"Y-yes, sir. No panties, only tiny, slutty little skirts. I can live with those requirements," Chaeyoung groans, relaxing herself.

Once you've gotten two digits inside, thrusting to the knuckle, you're certain enough, slipping out and spreading those delicious ass cheeks. And your tip presses to it immediately, letting her know exactly what is in store for that tight little hole.

The wait, before you thrust, seems excruciatingly long—until there's the feeling, how every inch sinks deep, one plunge straight to the hilt. Immediately, the tightness surrounds you, clutching around your length. She gasps out, so very needy, a vulgar noise that reverberates through your office as she grips the desk edge in sheer desperation.

You don't even let her adjust. Once you're fully lodged, you get straight to work, grabbing her hips and driving forward. There's not a trace of concern—you pound her. Your balls smack her needy pussy while you relentlessly drill her tight ass, no mercy, not an ounce, watching how her asshole swallows up every inch.

"That feels too fucking good, boss, please—fuck my tight ass," Chaeyoung says, feeling every thick inch deep inside, groaning louder at every stretch as it leaves her hole stuffed with your cock.

"Perfect fucking fit—tightest, best ass in the entire company," you growl, overwhelmed at the hot sensations, Chaeyoung just as much at being bent over and fucked like this. There's not even a hint of restraint, her tits jostling about each time through her unbuttoned blouse while you slide in balls deep and smack your hips against her body.

"Only the best for you, sir."

Every thrust sounds so wonderfully lewd, hot flesh slapping together. Chaeyoung takes it well, whining and trembling against the wooden surface, papers shifting under her, another pile collapsing and strewn across the desk as she goes weak. You show her you mean it, every word, taking care of your best asset the proper way and getting a handful of hair to yank while you pump, hips drilling forward to pound away even harder.

It's a beautiful fucking sight. One to watch forever. Seeing her asshole clench around your thick shaft, stretched tight while you keep hammering, yanking her head back just hard enough with a handful to get a harsher clench.

"O-oh, shit—please, sir," Chaeyoung moans, barely coherent. "Fuck, god yes! Slam that dick deep into my ass—god, please!"

The entire office can probably hear it, can hear everything, the desperation that echoes through the thick walls of your office, the sound of you repeatedly nailing your favorite co-worker deep in the ass. You don't care. It's better stress relief than you could ever pay for, burying every inch into her until she's crying out for more.

"I'll be here, all week. So you know where to find me, boss—when it gets tough and you just need something to vent your frustrations on," Chaeyoung barely manages. "Even if it's the bathroom, or even that secluded corner on the top floor—let my slutty mouth do the hard work and empty your frustrations on my face..."

Fuck. How can she even think straight, taking it like this, while you continue pounding her needy little hole? It doesn't slow you, your length battering that tight ring and sending a million new sensations through her.

"That filthy fucking mouth," you groan, your cock ramming faster, finding it hard to breathe through the tightness that you never want to stop. "One of the things I love most about you—"

"And one of the things that gets me the biggest bonuses? Or is that because of how many times I can swallow down a load..."

No better response comes than pulling her back and stuffing her tight asshole, holding her by the hips while your cock drives in balls deep, an emphasis, letting the thrusts take her breath away each time. "Those are very, very high up on the list."

"Mm, god," she sobs, squirming against the desk, taking every rough thrust, head spinning and drunk off the pleasure, letting out the most wonderfully depraved noises from the relentless assault on her ass. "Love getting fucked this hard—having my asshole drilled by my boss."

There's nothing but the groans, the tightness around your cock, the view between those plump cheeks of her stretched open, the way she looks bent over your office desk. All the days she works so hard for you, so she deserves to be fucked this hard.

When it's Chaeyoung, the wildfire never fades—in fact, it always manages to grow at her words and the way she begs for you, when your hips piston and those delicious ass cheeks jiggle against your hips.

"Can't believe how good your fucking tight little ass feels... so, goddamn good, Chaeyoung," you say as you fuck your hardest, hammering her tiny asshole. Every thrust is maddening, and she just moans, your entire cock sinking into that perfect gaping ass, still having the nerve to beg even harder while her drool spills down her chin.

"Love taking your fat, fucking cock up my tight little asshole—I love when you destroy me , sir," Chaeyoung groans, louder and louder with each hard thrust, that glorious tight ass taking every inch of your shaft, spread to its limit.

It's never as satisfying as it is this way. Feeling that beautiful round ass against your hips, so perfect and made for taking, listening to every desperate breath while she takes your cock as hard as she can handle.

"Fuck, Chaeyoung—I'm gonna fill this fucking perfect ass," you groan, so eager to spill deep and let the load empty into the tightest part of her body.

"G-give it to me, sir, go ahead, please, fill me with cum—" Chaeyoung barely gasps out. It's never been hard to do just that, every urge compelling you to keep pounding away at her, the loud slaps echoing and the sweat glistening off her smooth skin.

The harder you fuck her tight ass, the faster that tightness builds up inside your balls, that unquenchable desire to coat her insides and let your cum fill her. Every hard slam sends her trembling your desk as your rock hard shaft impales her greedy little hole.

You can't stand the tightness squeezing down around you, as good as it feels to bury deep, listening to her gasping and moaning so wantonly, unable to take it any longer.

"Chae—"

You cum fucking hard—every thick stream unleashes a ferocious torrent, each shot fired off just as powerful and thorough as the last, flooding Chaeyoung with no restraint whatsoever. Her tight ring clenches, desperate for every drop, every pearly-white spurt that fills her insides. And it's never enough—you know that, holding on as tight as you can, filling every inch that her hungry ass will take.

"That should take the edge off. Even a little, right?"

As best she can, Chaeyoung laughs breathlessly, still pinned under your firm grip while you ride it out, staring down and watching how that ruined little hole still tightens around you, trying its absolute hardest to milk everything from those heavy balls.

Her orgasm follows suit, fingers between her trembling thighs. It's inevitable—fucking her while she shakes and whimpers, then she's cumming all over her hand, your desk while you finish emptying each thick spurt inside her.

And when her moans quiet down, the only thing left is a tired smile and heavy breaths as you stay buried a moment longer before pulling out, leaving her stretched asshole leaking.

Then Chaeyoung just collapses onto the desk, legs giving out. The stream of white that pours out of her ass and drips down her thighs is truly satisfying, and you savor every little second, watching it spill out from that puckered opening. No matter how often you've watched the act, it feels as good as the first time, getting to unload in her tight, warm, little hole.

"God—you're the best fucking relief I could ever ask for," you admit, smiling a bit.

Chaeyoung turns, legs like jelly but still the same grin that shines, dropping to the floor and cleaning your shaft. "Was hoping to make your day less stressful. Mission accomplished?"

"One hundred percent," you rasp out, letting the sensitivity kick in once she takes it past those pretty lips to swallow you down.

"Best ass in the entire company knows how to get you off, what can I say. I'll be expecting a generous evaluation at the end of the year..." She stands enough to stroke a hand up and down your shaft, lips against yours, not stopping to pump for anything.

"What do you expect me to say? 'Her ass is truly amazing, a spectacular fuck'. Anal has never disappointed, five star rating," you laugh.

"Exactly, boss. Just put it in those exact words and sign at the bottom." And now you're both headed over to the couch, well worn, collapsing on it without a care, her weight on yours.

"I'm sure HR would be ecstatic to read that..." you say, laughing harder.

"Never a bad thing, no? Who doesn't want to know who gives great head and not a completely awful fuck? Or has the nicest ass..."

You roll your eyes, stretching your arm out behind Chaeyoung while she leans into your side. "Should have never told you all that. Now it's going to come back and bite me, just know it."

She stretches her legs out on the couch and leans in, resting her head onto your shoulder. "Nonsense. I am here to help relieve the stress, and anything else you need."

There's a knock, interrupting her train of thought, and without needing to speak a word, Chaeyoung pops up from the leather couch, sauntering towards the door with nothing but an open blouse and short black skirt barely clinging to her hips.

And then your attention turns, straight ahead at Nagyung standing in the entrance, more nervous looking than she should. "Pardon me for barging in unannounced, but I'm heading off to buy a few things for the Christmas party. Just wondering if you needed anything, sir."

"That's very thoughtful of you, but I think I'm good—"

"A bottle of rum. Two. The coconut one," Chaeyoung interjects without looking back, making sure her ass is fully visible through the thin fabric of her skirt.

"Got it," Nagyung nods, unable to hide the flustered gaze at what chaos has happened here. "Two bottles of coconut rum."

"You still have the company card, right, Nagyung?" you ask her.

She nods. "Yes, sir. Still have it."

"Then buy yourself something nice as well. Christmas gift. Get whatever you'd like, no limitations."

Her eyes grow wide, even looking at Chaeyoung and the absolute wrecked state she's in, before looking back to you. "Thank you, sir—I'll try not to go too overboard..."

"Don't you worry about that. Now go. Happy shopping, I'll see you at the party."

Nagyung takes the opportunity and scurries away without question.

"You should be more subtle, you know," Chaeyoung laughs, closing the door and giving a cheeky grin.

You stare at her, knowing exactly where her train of thought is going, and silently bring her over the way with a gesture of a finger, demanding, pulling her over to straddle when she's in reach.

"The entire floor just heard me plow your ass and you're worried about me being subtle with Nagyung?"

There's a naughty little giggle from Chaeyoung, one she always does while being in your lap."Subtlety was the whole theme before she got in here, yes.."

"Where? Did we establish that somewhere between me bending you over my desk?"

Chaeyoung can't answer that at all, too tuckered out. "Something like that, sir—"

"Even when I'm not railing your perfect fucking ass, you'll still call me that?" you say with a wide smile.

"Habit," Chaeyoung says simply, falling to your lips. "Even if we're at your house on the weekends, or in a hotel, it doesn't stop. Won't until you fire me."

"Never getting rid of you, that's for certain."

After the party dies down, the office is practically deserted. Glass bottles line the conference table, most of them empty by now, along with red plastic cups and other discarded plastic that litters around the place. No more loud music, no more people cramped inside, no more food left outside of a half-eaten plate of crackers nobody will finish. Red and green balloons sag to the floor in defeat, almost like how you feel with the exhausting week finally ending.

All that remains now is you and a few scattered workers still loitering around the floor, cleaning up and ready to head out for the night. At least that's the plan. Until you look outside at Jiheon staring out the big glass windows, pensively looking towards the city.

"Think we might be stuck here a while," Jiheon says, staring in disbelief. The storm outside continues to pick up. What started as a simple snowfall is now a proper blizzard in the past couple hours, white beyond belief, with more on the way. "Trains have stopped and no buses are running,"

"What, so are we supposed to fucking walk home?" Jiwon groans in her chair, drunker than everyone and trying her best not to fall over.

"I mean, you can if you want. Good luck not freezing to death," you say, already annoyed at her complaints.

"Please don't," Jiheon says, with genuine concern. "Everyone, just stay put for now. I'm sure the storm will clear within the next few hours."

"Fuck you," Jiwon grumbles, tossing her empty cup at Jiheon, but misses. "Damn storm. Fucking work ruining everything, I swear—"

Somehow, Jiheon still manages to offer a tiny smile and turn back towards the window. "Might be dangerous to be out there, but still looks a little beautiful, doesn't it, boss?"

The two of you walk side by side, heading towards your office, the large glass windows providing the full view. "Suppose it does. Think you're just as beautiful, Jiheon."

She looks back at you, a slight blush creeping across her cheeks and all the way to her ears. "Aren't you just a flirt when you've had a few?"

"I'll compliment you with or without alcohol," you shrug, not denying the effects. Jiheon smiles wider when you lead her in, locking the door behind and heading over to your own spacious desk, ignoring it to peek out the window.

The snowfall outside isn't terrible from your angle, but Jiheon still shivers slightly from the draft coming in. She grabs a bottle off your desk, the only thing in plain view—a glass bottle of coconut rum, filling two glasses as she joins you by the window and hands one off.

"Thought you didn't drink?"

"Won't drive home now, so why not?" she asks and sips. "Besides, it's Christmas. And the last time I'll see you for a couple weeks."

"At work, at least. Not like I'll disappear completely," you say and toss back the glass, knocking it down in seconds. "You're more than welcome to join me at my place after all of this..."

Jiheon lets out a gentle little laugh. She stares and watches a few flakes drift and dance towards the glass. "Now that—would be unprofessional, don't you think?"

"There's nothing unprofessional about two colleague spending time with each other off work hours."

It makes her blush even a deeper red. "And would I be naked, if I came over? Spend the whole night in the sheets—"

"Probably," you say, walking behind Jiheon and admiring the curves through her dress. Your breath tickles the back of her neck. "And wouldn't complain about that, either."

"That sounds pretty unprofessional, sir. I think I'll have to pass on your gracious offer." She giggles and squirms under your grasp, until you squeeze her hips to spin her around to face you.

"What happens outside the office won't matter when it's just you and I," you mutter, taking in every delicious inch of her. "What, are you only allowed to show me that gorgeous body when we're alone in my office?"

There's a moment of hesitation. Jiheon glances at the big office window, eyes focused outside as she mulls over the words. But when she takes her drink and finishes it, the red flush on her cheeks tells a different story. "Have to keep at least a little barrier between work and play. Can't let you think I'm an easy fuck."

"A little late for that, isn't it?"

And her lips curl in a very devilish smirk. She inches you towards the glass windows, making you follow every step. "Very. But I'd still like to pretend."

"Fair enough."

"All I ask for," she hums and gazes at the sight outside. It really is quite magnificent. While the blizzard rages outside, covering the world in the deep blanket of snow, the room feels small and isolated, like there's no one else except you in the entire building. Which isn't too far off the truth.

"Cold, sir?" Jiheon asks, feeling the breeze coming off the window. "If so—you think maybe I should come sit on your lap and keep you warm?" Jiheon blurts out before her nerves get the best of her again, but does her best to save her blushing, meek expression with a small smile.

"No," you assure, looking out the window again. "But I'll pretend I am for your sake."

Her smile grows even wider, something else shifting behind her eyes—proud of how her plans worked, the result she's wanted all along.

"G-good, sir. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold or anything."

"No, wouldn't want that now." Jiheon waits for you to sink into your comfy office chair, watching as you get comfortable, eager to climb into your lap once her high heels kick off. Her thighs are shapely—deliciously smooth and inviting, something you always keep your eyes fixed on whenever she moves past, whether or not she knows it.

A quick reach behind her back makes the zipper of her dress go all the way down in a flash. The fabric pools around her ankles and you nearly lose your mind as you stare, and she makes herself comfortable in your lap, straddled over you.

"If you're also cold, I don't think this is helping," you tease, putting your hands on her hips and drinking in that wonderful sight, the way the lace hugs against her breasts, tempting and emphasizing those gorgeous curves. It's easy enough to get lost in already.

"Not cold," Jiheon says innocently. "Not at all. Dress was uncomfortable, so I figured you'd like me in just this better."

She's right, of course, as you rest your hands on her back, stroking the smooth, silky skin, gliding along her figure. You trace all the way down her spine, watching the way she sighs so pleased. "Like you better without it though."

"Thought you might say that, sir. And maybe I can make it feel a little warmer in here—"

Her smile turns a little wry. Jiheon slides off the straps and undoes the hook of her bra, slowly pulling them forward and freeing her breasts, leaving her in nothing but lace panties and that smile.

You bite down a little groan, staring at her naked chest, at those bountiful, pale tits. Her chest heaves, knowing you're mesmerized, unable to peel yourself from them, how your eyes refuse to stray, or the obvious tent in your pants.

"Yeah, feels pretty warm in here," you say, eyes wide at those incredible tits and their stiff peaks. "Not quite there yet though…"

Jiheon breaks away, ready and willing to fix the problem, just long enough to tug her panties down in a hurried move. Baring her naked, glistening cunt for you before returning, the eagerness remains unmatched.

"Is that better, sir? Or do you have some suggestions?" Jiheon says, tepidly grinding along your body length as she reaches a hand between the two of you, starting to slowly undo your belt.

Her fingers take their time, methodical, undoing the leather and pulling the thick length free from your slacks. And already, your cock throbs to full hardness once it meets her fingers, almost impossibly so with the anticipation building.

"I think you know exactly what I'd suggest," you tell her, groaning at that tight grip pump, while she carefully guides you to where she's most warm, between her dripping pink pussy lips.

Slow and steady, she sinks down, letting a moan out as inch after inch opens her up, spreading the walls of her tight pussy while it strains to fit the thickness.

"God, it always feels huge—it's amazing," Jiheon sighs as she lifts up, tries to fit more of you inside. There's the warmest of welcomes when she feels the last few inches fill her, sinking to the hilt and giving her that satisfying full feeling that's beyond comprehensible.

Your hands reach around to those perfectly shaped hips, trying to help her in any way. "Ease into it, Jiheon. Like I've told you before—"

"Every damn chance you get," Jiheon moans as she raises up again, thighs trembling a little, before finding the momentum and sinking down.

Despite that, the rides you like an expert—just as slow, deliberate, those hips gyrating and picking up a rhythm that makes her gasp, gradually warming your lap and keeping you impossibly stiff inside her, tits bouncing in your face.

"I'll never get tired of those fucking tits," you groan, watching them slowly jostle and bounce each time Jiheon sinks on top of your girth. You capture a nipple into your mouth, sucking at the hard pink nub, earning another moan out of her when your tongue works in teasing circles. "Best pair I've ever seen."

"You're just, ahh—being nice," Jiheon barely gets out between gasps. "Because I'm riding you, right?"

"No, really. I'm not gonna lie to you just because my cock is deep in that amazing fucking pussy," you say and pull your mouth back a moment, looking at the saliva smeared as you switch over, teasing and sucking with a new fervor. "Though, they look even better when they're bouncing like that..."

Jiheon holds fast to your shoulders while her hips rock a little faster, driving hard as you thumb at her hard nipples. The clenching around your shaft is fantastic, making it that much harder not to fuck back up. "So you only like them when they're out and bouncing, do you, sir?"

She can't help the adorable giggles as usual.

"Fucking love them all the time. At the office, in those tight shirts when I'm imagining you bent over the copy machine. When you get under my desk during those boring business calls—and you're trying to keep quiet while re slurping down the taste of cock."

It's a lewd, lurid smile, one that looks like Jiheon's mind has gone blank from pleasure. "When you say it out loud like that, it makes me sound like a slut... oh... but god, it just feels good—that thick cock opening me so wide—"

"Far from it," you reassure, looking over every last detail of her body. "Fuck, can't resist looking at your tits while you're on my lap like this, or staring at your ass when you wear those tiny little skirts."

It draws another smile and a seductive glance down at you. "Trying to tell me I'm pretty or something, boss?" Jiheon asks, suddenly shy again.

"Isn't it obvious?" you say, mouth back on her tits, enjoying every second Jiheon bounces a bit faster.

"Can't be—never sure when you're being sincere with me or not. You love teasing me too much," Jiheon sighs, sinking onto your heavy cock, thighs spread and hips rocking while the pleasure overtakes.

"Me? Teasing? I just love seeing you worked up," you groan back, teeth grazing a hard nipple. "Always love how eager you are, waiting outside my office whenever there's an errand."

She offers a bashful little smile, not slowing and quickly picking up her speed as she bounces on your lap, the filthy squelch of her tight pussy echoing. "Suppose you could call it eager... maybe I'm just addicted to your cock now, boss?"

Your teeth grab at Jiheon's nipple, making her squeal. You want to pull her apart. "Nothing wrong with that. God, you're fucking soaked..."

"Who's fault is that?" she gasps out, watching you kiss the other breast and slather with saliva. Jiheon sucks in a breath when you bite again. "You're always touching me and calling me back to your office, you're the one—"

"For purely professional matters, I can assure you," you say, and grip Jiheon's thighs, the softness of her skin so intoxicating to feel.

"What's your idea of professional? Mmmph... like how you bend me over and have your way with me?"

"Exactly that," you say, groaning against her neck when you suck on her sensitive flesh. She bounces wildly in your lap, leaving those gorgeous tits jiggling before you. Jiheon is just the right combination of adorable, even when she's losing herself, but also erotic when she gets that lustful stare. "Suppose that means you're my favorite secretary to fuck, huh?"

"Aren't I your only secretary, boss?" Jiheon giggles again, slowly rising and bouncing in a frenzy of slaps while the office reverberates the sound of your bodies colliding.

"Doesn't mean you can't still be my favorite."

"Would be upset if I wasn't."

And she keeps going, faster, harder, rocking her hips down onto your shaft. You keep your lips on her neck, loving the sweet smell that lingers. It feels like nothing else, those velvety wet folds clinging with each bounce and slide of her pussy up and down.

"Never letting anyone else fuck you if I can help it," you grunt, hearing that obscene smack each time she slams back down, working all the way along your length.

"Good," she sighs. "This feels way too good to ever let anyone else in the office try and take me the way you have—" You watch that juicy ass rise, Jiheon growing a little erratic when her thighs burn from bouncing, making her pace a little sloppier as she focuses on her own pleasure.

"Could say the same about you, how no one's taken me the way you do," you murmur. "Started fantasizing how you looked without any clothes since the first week you joined."

"Fuck, did you now?" Jiheon bites at your bottom lip, and pulls your hands from the side of the chair to reach around and grip her ass while her cunt is split wide open. Her folds desperately grip the entire thickness of your cock plunging between them.

"All the goddamn time. Remember the first time I asked for an espresso? Kept imagining you naked in my office, looking the way you do—"

It seems to perk her ears in interest, like its making her bounce in your lap harder and clenching with every sensation."Now that's a little bold of you, isn't it, sir?" Jiheon pants, that climax already approaching in a matter of seconds.

"Just telling the truth. I was having the worst time the day I interviewed you," you groan back, watching the full weight of her beautiful tits jiggling in front of your eyes. "You showed up with that smile, all polite and perfect, and made it impossible not to hire you then and there."

She giggles and groans at the same time. "What, you thought my looks were my qualifications?"

"Perfect tits and a lovely smile were very important."

"Pervert," she giggles again, riding slower, taking her time so she can feel each inch spread her wider than she's ever been opened.

"Guilty as charged."

It's not easy to think, with how wet Jiheon's cunt is around your shaft, hugging impossibly tightly with every drop of her hips. How she can still be so tight, no matter how many times your thick cock impales her—it makes no sense.

"F-fuck—sir I'm gonna cum—gonna cum hard," she cries and falls onto your lips again, tongue invading and demanding you reciprocate.

"Then make a fucking mess on this cock," you say and grab a handful of her plump little ass while Jiheon keeps bouncing with all she can manage.

Clenching tight around your shaft, this time, all on command, Jiheon feels a hard, violent climax quake throughout every part of her being, bouncing her ass in a blur. She holds nothing back. Her toes curl, arms wrap around and clutch tighter, gasping as it hits and tears through her, clinging to you for dear life—

All while your hands have full, unrestrained access to grab at that round ass, helping bounce her on your cock the best you can. With your own hips slamming hard off the chair, pumping right back into the tight cunt you can't get enough of, Jiheon looks the cutest in how unashamed she lets her orgasm flow.

The more Jiheon moves, the tighter her pussy grips you, the closer you get to your own relief, about to burst at a moment's notice.

'"Your t-turn, sir," Jiheon whimpers between kisses, enough to get her breath back. "Want you to fill me the fuck up."

You chuckle a little, not used to her words betraying the innocence she's worked so hard to keep. "Don't have to tell me twice."

Jiheon gets faster again. Not at full speed, not with how the muscles in her legs burn at the exertion. It doesn't make a difference. All you need to do is to bury yourself deep and relish in the clench around your shaft. Your grip tightens into the meat of her ass, feeling your balls tighten up and ready to release.

The urge to fill her becomes overpowering, so strong you can't resist much longer. All her arousal, every sensation of how you slide in deep, every inch coated and slippery and inviting you over the edge.

You don't even hold out when her tight pussy begs for it. No warning, no words when you start to fill her, every pump of your heavy balls unleashing spurts of cum that flood right into that willing, welcoming heat.

Jiheon squeezes and bounces, holding tight, feeling the warm ooze of your hot cum that shoots deep inside her, as much as her pretty cunt can take. She stays impaled on the base of your shaft until you fill her to the brim, so full it leaks out of her tight little entrance, dripping onto your pants and staining the leather in your office chair.

"F-feels incredible," Jiheon babbles, as she empties you into her wetness, cum flooding her tight hole. Her voice is slurred, exhausted—but loving it as she clutches tight and whispers the sweet words in your ear. "Thick, creamy—ah, fuck—"

"Guess you could consider this a holiday bonus," you grin and look at Jiheon, eyes locked together while the full intensity of your load keeps pouring deep between her dripping pink lips.

"An awfully generous bonus," she laughs, pulling you for another hungry, deep kiss that she can't wait to enjoy. Jiheon stays still, enjoying every last inch deep while you empty all you can give.

"Merry Christmas, Jiheon."

"And to you, sir," she says as the flushed pink on her cheeks never fades. Now she doesn't move from your lap, barely has the energy to get up. She knows better—that by the end of the night, it'll happen again.

And again and again and again, long after the storm settles.

You watch Jiheon as she eventually lifts up and slowly separates, shuddering when the cum flows out down her supple, creamy thighs, all sticky and dripping a mess of your pearly seed.

Jiheon drops back, full weight in your lap with that warm cunt swallowing up the thickness again before collapsing on you. Tits pressing into your chest, thighs twitching, body fully drained from riding. "Amazing—best fuck all week, sir."

"Happy to oblige," you say, hands on those perfect hips and not daring to let go, keeping that tight embrace.

"Now, what about that storm? Stuck here til it passes?" Jiheon asks, voice muffled, keeping your cock nice and warm inside her heavenly cunt.

"Might last the entire night at this rate, actually. Maybe until tomorrow," you murmur, bringing your lips back to meet hers. Jiheon is quick to kiss back. It's feverishly hungry, lacking all control or thought. She tastes amazing.

"Pity," Jiheon giggles. "Looks like neither of us are going anywhere, are we, boss?"

"Think you're right. Gonna have to stay the night—the two of us, all alone up here, on this big empty floor. Plenty of space on my couch. As long as you don't mind some of the—stains..."

Jiheon shakes her head at that, the devilish smile and that glint in her eye returning. "Pretty sure some of those stains belong to me—"

And a quick glance across the office floor reminds you that's the truth. Earlier in the day, Jiheon blew you behind the copier, waiting on a stack of reports for the morning business meeting. Somehow, you managed to avoid getting caught, and returned the favor after lunch back on that same couch, fingering her until she came all over the black leather, struggling to muffle her moans while in the midst of office hours.

"If you get hungry, there's leftover cookies in the break room, and some eggnog in the fridge I think."

Jiheon doesn't even seem to consider it. "Don't need food—if I get hungry, I've got my own midnight snack right here, between your legs." Even she can't believe how blunt and confident she sounds, while still breathless, completely naked from head to toe.

"That'll get you on the naughty list," you warn playfully.

"Ah, pretty sure I'm already well into that category, boss. Think they know me by name at this point," Jiheon shoots back.

Your cock throbs underneath her as she shifts her weight, reactivating that intense warmth that's surrounding you. "Always knew you weren't a very good girl."

A laugh from her, looking that perfect mix of playful and beautiful. "Only bad for you. Nobody else has to know."

"Works for me. Feel free to keep being bad tonight."

"Planning on it," Jiheon says as she wraps arms around your neck and gets comfortable in your lap. "Think there's plenty of other places to fill me. You've never fucked me on the conference table have you, sir?"

The look Jiheon gives you is nothing more than pure deviousness. It suits her. "When would I ever have a chance to do that? That room is always locked when it's not in use."

"Then unlock it, boss." Jiheon loses her bashful innocence already at the thought of defiling her place of work, right there in the conference room with nothing to hide or fear. "Think I might enjoy myself a lot in there."

"What, a huge, boring office isn't exciting for you?"

Jiheon only narrows her eyes and pulls you closer, kissing the side of your neck. "I didn't say that. But the thought of getting on that big fancy table is—arousing. Getting fucked on it. Bent over. Legs wrapped around you—until your cum leaks and drips down the same place where all those uptight business people sit for hours..."

Even you can't hide the shivers of anticipation at that. The image is searing hot in your mind. "Feeling extra naughty tonight, aren't you. Jiheon?"

"What can I say, sir?" she giggles against your ear. "Maybe it's the rum in the eggnog speaking—or maybe, I'm a dirty girl that needs her boss to make her behave."

"Guess I'll meet you in the conference room then," you say, grabbing that luscious, round ass again. "Because we've got an all-night meeting to attend..."

"Yes, sir," Jiheon purrs, not minding at all when you knead at her ass—with just the right amount of force that has her sighing.

"But no clothes."

"Sir?" she grins with curiosity, tilting her head to the side.

"Conference room. Completely naked. Consider it a company policy," you tell her.

Jiheon chuckles, and knows better not to object. "Far be it from me to ignore such an important new rule. See you there... sir."

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