#boss x secretary
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ʙᴏꜱꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ! - ᴘ.ꜱʜ
sypnosis ☆ being the secretary of one of the most respected and successful CEO kinda sucked because all he did was overwork you and ignore you. and to get a raise, you have to pretend to be his wife for a week and you have to live in a hotel room with him but with one bed.
was this a bad idea?
genre ☆ boss! sunghoon x secretary! y/n, fluff, angst, only one bed (I can't help it)
warnings ☆ kissing, lower case intended, both of them are kinda mean lol, slightly suggestive at the end, cursing,pinterest links to imagine the scenario better lol,includes photos but not a smau!
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one ᡣ𐭩 park sunghoon’s introduction.
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on your first day at work. while most of your colleagues were friendly and welcoming, there was one person who didn't seem to extend the same courtesy - park sunghoon. It seems that despite the warm reception you received from others, park sunghoon's behavior made you feel uncomfortable or unwelcome in some way.
sunghoon is known for being a ceo of park corporation.
park corporation is a highly successful business entity that has gained immense popularity and recognition in the country. sunghoom is known for being a cold and calculative person who leaves no stone unturned when it comes to achieving success. despite his stern demeanor, he has managed to lead the company towards unprecedented growth and profitability, making it one of the most sought-after business ventures in the country.
the young and handsome ceo had quite an impact on everyone around him. thers was just something about him that made people swoon, whether it was his sharp features, the beautiful moles around his face, or his mysterious personality that left everyone curious and wanting to know more. It was impossible not to be drawn to him, and his presence seemed to fill the room with an energy that was both alluring and captivating.
despite his strikingly good looks, you found yourself unable to overlook his unpleasant personality traits. his constant arrogance, selfishness, and insensitivity made it impossible for you to find him attractive beyond his physical appearance. It was such a shame, as you had initially been drawn to him, but his negative personality traits ultimately overshadowed his good looks.
despite being a perfectionist and very strict with his employees, sunghoon is highly respected and admired by his employees . he is known for being a workaholic and overworking everyone around him. yet, his employees still treat him like a king.
for example, if you get his coffee order wrong, best believe you're fired the next day.
and that's why everyone respected and feared park sunghoon.
you seem to be experiencing a lot of frustration with your boss. from what you've shared, it sounds like he treats you differently than he does his other employees. as his secretary for the past year, you feel like he doesn't value you as a person. this treatment has left you feeling angry and disrespected.
but what confused everyone is that he never fired you. all his secretaries never lasted more than 3 months. and the only reason why you haven't quit is because putting up with his strict attitude at least helps you pay rent.
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two ᡣ𐭩 park sunghoon is a menace.
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over the past few weeks, work has been nothing short of a nightmare. your boss, sunghoon, seems to have taken a particular dislike to you, piling on more work than you can handle and berating you for even the smallest of mistakes - like spilling his coffee on the floor. It's as if he never wants you to catch a break. but thankfully, you have your two best friends, chaewon and jake, who also happen to be your colleagues. even though they're equally terrified of sunghoon, they still lend a sympathetic ear to your endless rants about him, all while anxiously keeping an eye out for sunghoon’s looming presence. you can't help but feel grateful for their unwavering support amidst the chaos of your work life.
you're getting very little sleep lately, barely making it to 5 hours a night due to the extra work you've taken on. as a result, you're noticing some physical changes, such as dark circles under your eyes that can't be concealed with makeup and a puffy face. Your colleagues have taken notice of your appearance and are expressing concern, especially chaewon. It seems that sunghoon, who you believe is responsible for the extra workload, hasn't acknowledged how tired you are and seems to be oblivious to the impact it's having on you. you're starting to feel frustrated with sunghoon's lack of empathy towards your situation and are beginning to see him as a bit of a menace.
as you were typing an email, your frustration with sunghoon was growing. you couldn't help but curse him in your head for the extra work he’s been giving you. however, as you continued to type away, you suddenly heard a deep and masculine voice behind you, causing you to jump in surprise.
“miss l/n, I’d like to talk to you today at 3 p.m. and don't be late.” sunghoon emphasizing on the “don't”.
ugh, that jerk. does he have any empathy?
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three ᡣ𐭩 the meeting.
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as you take a step into sunghoon’s office, you immediately notice his piercing gaze fixed on you. the atmosphere feels tense and serious as if the slightest misstep could have serious consequences. you can see that sunghoon is in no mood for small talk, and you brace yourself for what's to come. the air around you feels cold and unwelcoming, adding to the already heavy feeling in the room. despite the uncomfortable environment, you try to maintain your composure and focus on the matter at hand.
“you’re 5 minutes late, miss l/n.”
“my apologies sir. I was doing the papers you gave me.” you trying your best to seem apologetic.
taking a seat across from sunghoon, he puts his papers and books aside and starts to talk.
“so you're aware of our business trip coming right?”
“yes sir. I am.”
“great. so we have a grand ball and everyone has to bring a partner. and uh…” sunghoon suddenly got a bit hesitant.
“I don't seem to have a partner yet. so I was wondering if you would accept being my partner for the ball. It will be good for business.”
park sunghoon wants you to be his partner? he's never asked for something like this.
“I am honored, sir but I am afraid that I cannot accept tha-”
“wait.”
“I can give you a raise and everything will be paid for.”
why is he so persistent with this? this cannot be park sunghoon.
“okay, sir.”
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four ᡣ𐭩 the trip.
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as you finish packing your bags and getting ready to leave, you take a moment to look back at your phone and scroll through the messages with sunghoon. you read through each text carefully, taking note of every detail, from the time and location of your meeting points to the items you both agreed to bring along. you want to make sure you remember everything so that your trip goes smoothly.
you're going to paris, staying at a five-star hotel, and everything is paid for. the trip can't be that bad right? wrong. because when you arrive at the hotel you're staying at, your mood immediately changes.
“there must be a mistake mam.” sunghoon giving you an unnecessary glare.
“yeah, we are very sure we booked different rooms.”
“I apologize sir but all our other rooms are full so we can give you separate rooms in about 3 days.”
great. you're stuck with the man you hate the most. you doubt he’ll be a good roommate.
“okay. but I want the separate rooms as soon as possible.” sunghoon sounding irritated. now that's park sunghoon. unlike the sunghoon you saw in the office.
as you step into the room, a feeling of horror engulfs you. you take a quick glance around and realize there's only one bed in the room. the thought of sharing the bed with sunghoon makes you feel uneasy. you know he would absolutely not agree to it, and you're not comfortable with the idea either. you start to wonder how you'll manage to spend the night without a proper sleeping arrangement.
“sleep on the couch.”
“Is that seriously how you treat your secretary?” sunghoon scoffing.
“look, what about we take turns until we get separate rooms.”
“fine.”
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five ᡣ𐭩 the first night.
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the first night you took the bed and sunghoon took the couch. the bed was big and fluffy but you kinda felt bad for sunghoon because the couch barely had space for his height.
and you couldn't sleep because you kept looking at sunghoon. you hated the fact that he looked so hot in regular pajamas which you hadn't seen him wear before. and what made him hotter was his messy hair down. ugh if only his manners matched his looks.
as you tried to doze off, you couldn't help but notice him sitting quietly at his desk, completely engrossed in his work. his hair was disheveled and fell messily around his face, but it only made him look more attractive. he wore a simple black t-shirt that hung loosely on his frame, paired with cozy grey sweatpants. his glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, giving him an intellectual air.
you kept stealing glances at him and he caught you a few times which made you flustered and immediately turn to the other side.
the ball is in 3 days which makes you nervous because the ball is filled with millionaires and celebrities. and you've never even been to a concert.
gosh why did you accept the offer.
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six ᡣ𐭩 day one.
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the next morning, sunghoon seemed to already have left.
stretching a little, you see a note on the counter.
| hello l/n.
| I have left early for a business meeting. I have booked ______ restaurant for your breakfast in the lobby. enjoy.
-sunghoon
he reserved an entire restaurant for you? that's oddly sweet of him.
quickly getting dressed in simple clothes, you go downstairs to the restaurant sunghoon.
the restaurant was filled with various foods and nice attire.
you enjoyed the breakfast a lot. the waiters treated you like a queen and you probably had the best food you've had in a while.
and after you've finished your breakfast, you decide to look around the hotel.
the hotel definitely deserved it's 5-star rating. the building was fancy with gold everywhere.
as you were scanning the area, your attention was drawn towards an office space nearby, where you spotted someone you recognized - sunghoon.
when a staff noticed you, she excitedly opened the door.
“you must be mr. park's wife!”
“ah- you must be mistake-”
“honey! come inside.” sunghoon going to you wrapping his arm around your waist.
what the hell is going on.
you taking a seat beside sunghoon, you angrily whisper to him.
“what the hell are you doing.”
“just play along with it. I’ll tell you later.”
what did you get yourself into?!
after the meeting ended, you dragged sunghoon to your hotel room angrily.
“care to explain?” raising your eyebrows.
“okay look, the other businessmen always pressured me to have a wife and I was tired of them asking about my love life so I just told them I was married to someone.” sunghoon giving you a nervous look.
“are you kidding me? this wasn't in our deal!”
“what do you want me to do?!”
“I don't know! tell them you were lying?!”
“I can't for God's sake! can't you just play along with it for a month?!”
“no, I can't!”
“I’ll give you a higher raise and a break from work alright?”
gosh, why does he bribe you to do things all the time? but man you needed a break. why does his tactic always work?
“fine but tell them we divorced or something when we're done.”
“deal.”
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seven ᡣ𐭩 awkward night.
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It was truly uncomfortable to be in the same room as Sunghoon. the tension between the two of you was palpable, and it was clear that you both were trying your best to avoid any kind of eye contact or conversation.
and today it was sunghoons turn to have the bed.
you didn't really mind because the couch was big enough for your smaller figure. you just hope the night goes quickly.
gladly you felt yourself drifting to sleep.
⭐︎switch! to sunghoons pov..⭐︎
sunghoon felt stupid. why did he lie to powerful businessmen just for them to get off his ass?
and with you out of all people to choose? he hated you. or so he thought.
as much as it pained him to admit it, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of fondness and appreciation for your endearing appearance. there you were, peacefully asleep on the couch, your features softened by a gentle slumber. Your eyes radiated a subtle luminescence, making you seem almost ethereal, and your face was adorned with delicate, pleasing features that he found undeniably attractive. despite his reservations, he couldn't help but acknowledge that you were, in fact, quite cute.
he never even had a crush on anyone his whole life. he didn't know what to do.
what do you say to your crush? do you flirt with them or is that cringey? sunghoon founded that cringe.
so he resorted to one thing he was good at, running from his feelings and acting cold.
but these past few days, you've gotten prettier than before. was it the oversized pajamas? or was it that you kept looking at him and getting flustered, or was it just you?
sunghoon couldn't resist staring at you while you were sleeping, you looked so peaceful and adorable with your eyes closed and your lips slightly pouted. sunghoon could hear a soft, gentle snore coming from you, and it was such a comforting sound. watching you sleep like that was a moment of pure tranquility, and it made sunghoon adore your presence even more.
he wanted to bury his face in your neck while you were playing with his hair. ah, sunghoon wanted to scream.
he couldn't resist the urge to crouch down and take a closer look at your peaceful sleeping figure. As he observed you, he noticed that your blanket had fallen off and he carefully fixed it, ensuring you were comfortable. he couldn't resist the urge to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, admiring your beauty even in your slumber.
“you drive me crazy honey.” he whispers.
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eight ᡣ𐭩 the next morning.
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⭐︎back! to your pov.⭐︎
when you woke up, sunghoon’s head was resting next to yours.
you are not sure how this happened, but at that moment, it didn't seem to matter. your faces were so close that you almost couldn't breathe. the intensity of the moment was palpable, and you found yourself lost in the connection between you.
while trying to get up without waking up your boss, you tiptoe to the bathroom.
what the hell happened? and why did this happen? you were a blushing mess.
and with your luck, sunghoon was knocking on the bathroom door.
“y/n, are you okay?”
shit shit shit your entire face was red. wait.. did he just use your first name?!
“yup! um.. sunghoon” that was so embarrassing.
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nine ᡣ𐭩 the night before the ball.
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the day went by pretty quickly. you ate breakfast, worked, napped, and avoided sunghoon.
as the day of the ball approached, you couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. your mind was plagued with thoughts of what could go wrong - what if you tripped and fell in front of everyone? or what if you wear the wrong dress and become the laughingstock of the event? these thoughts were making you more and more anxious as time went on, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that was slowly creeping up on you.
as you lay in bed, you find yourself tossing and turning restlessly. the ball of stress in your stomach seems to grow larger with each passing moment, making it difficult for you to settle down. how much you wish you were in someone's comforting embrace right now, someone who could help chase away the anxious thoughts and ease the tension in your body.
it's already been an hour and you have no sign of sleeping. this is bad.
what if you wake up late? what if your eye bags are too dark? you needed to look perfect tomorrow.
“sunghoon..”
“yes.?” sunghoon said in a raspy sleepy voice.
“I can't sleep. can I um..”
“sleep with you?”
you found yourself straining to make out sunghoon's face in the darkness. you couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for asking him to meet you at this time. the lack of light made it difficult to read his expression or gauge his reaction to your conversation, leaving you feeling uneasy and uncertain about how to proceed.
he isn't answering. gosh, why would you ask your boss to cuddle with you?
“sure.” you getting caught off guard.
as you felt sunghoon carrying you up on the bed, your heart was pounding like crazy.
as sunghoon lifted you up in his arms, you couldn't help but notice how his body felt warm and inviting against yours. his muscular arms wrapped around you securely, creating a sense of comfort and safety that you had never experienced before. you could feel his steady heartbeat against your chest, and the gentle rhythm of his breath as he held you close. It was a moment that you wished could last forever, as you found yourself lost in the warmth and security of his embrace.
the sensation he evoked was one of comfort, which was quite unusual as he typically caused stress for you. however, at this moment, you found yourself feeling at ease in his presence. perhaps there was something different about him today that allowed him to bring you a sense of comfort.
as you nestled close to him, you could feel the warmth emanating from his body. his heartbeat was as quick as yours, and you could hear it thumping in his chest. he had his arm wrapped around your waist, and his hand held you securely, making you feel safe and protected.
you could feel the exhaustion taking over your body. the gentle sound of the wind outside the window, and the dim light filtering through the curtains, added to the peaceful company holding you in his arms. within moments, you found yourself drifting away into a deep slumber, feeling completely relaxed and at ease.
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ten ᡣ𐭩 the ball.
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today was a highly anticipated day - the day of the ball. you had been eagerly awaiting this day for days and had spent countless hours planning and preparing your attire. as the time of the ball drew closer, you began to feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. you carefully selected your outfit, making sure every detail was perfect. From the jewelry you chose to the shoes on your feet, everything had to be just right. As you stood in front of the mirror, you took a deep breath and admired your reflection. you were ready to make an entrance and have a night to remember.
you were wearing a beautiful silky white dress that gracefully flowed down your figure. the dress was complemented by your bright silver jewelry which added a touch of elegance to your overall look. the jewelry included a pair of exquisite earrings, a matching necklace, and a bracelet that sparkled under the light. you couldn't help but notice how stunning you looked.
as you walked into the lobby, you noticed Sunghoon standing there. As he turned to look at you, you felt his eyes scanning you from head to toe. It made you wonder if he was checking you out or just simply taking in your appearance. The way he looked at you made you feel a little self-conscious, but at the same time, you couldn't help but feel flattered by the attention.
as he walked towards you, a smile spread across his face and he greeted you with a compliment, "Wow, you look absolutely stunning today". The sincerity in his voice made you feel appreciated and confident in your appearance and your face a bright shade of red.
as you stepped out of the venue, his hand gently rested on your hip, guiding you toward the waiting limo. you couldn't help but steal a glance at him and admire his impeccable look - the crisp navy suit, the perfectly styled hair, and the charming smile that made your heart skip a beat.
as you step into the ballroom, you can't help but be in awe of the stunning ambiance that surrounds you. the dim-lit lights cast a warm glow, illuminating the intricate details of the walls and adding to the overall enchanting atmosphere. you take a moment to appreciate the stunning attire of the guests, each outfit carefully chosen to match the elegance of the event.
as sunghoon walks away to greet the other businessmen, you take a moment to look around the luxurious ballroom. the soft glow of the chandeliers casts a warm light on the elegant decor, which is adorned with intricate floral arrangements. In the background, the sound of romantic music fills the air, creating a dreamy and enchanting atmosphere. you sway to the gentle rhythm of the song "aphrodite" by rini, feeling the smoothness of the marble floor beneath your feet. the fragrance of freshly cut flowers and the aroma of delicious food tantalize your senses, making you feel more alive than ever. all around you, people are chatting and laughing, enjoying the festivities of this grand event.
after dancing for a while, you take a break and head to the bar to quench your thirst. as you sip your drink, you take in the lively atmosphere around you. the dance floor is filled with couples swaying to the music, guests laughing and mingling, and in the midst of it all, you spot sunghoon. he looks absolutely stunning, with his charming smile and magnetic aura.
as you were engrossed in admiring him, with your eyes fixated on him, and your mind lost in thoughts, a random middle-aged man, with a slightly hunched posture, appears on the horizon. He seems to be walking towards you with a purpose.
“hey, sweetheart. what's a beautiful young woman like you drinking alone?” giving you a creepy smile.
the older male putting his hand on your cheek and holding your waist without your consent, you immediately back away in surprise.
“what are you doing?!”
“relax sweetie..” the creepy man chuckling.
right. you were “married” to sunghoon. that can be an excuse to get out of this situation.
“sir I'm happily married. get away from me”
the man getting angry, he says defensively.
“whatever! I don't want a slut like you anyway!”
as you were about to voice your opinion, you suddenly felt a strong hand on your shoulder. startled, you turned around and saw a tall, muscular man standing behind you. before you could react, he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.
“if you ever speak disrespectfully about my wife, i’ll kill you.”
the creepy man chuckling seemed to piss sunghoon off more.
“sorry, that sounded like a joke. I will actually kill you.”
the man angrily backing away while scoffing, you turn to sunghoon.
“thank you..”
“no need to say sorry. I can't let anyone talk bad about my princess.”
at that moment, you feel your cheeks start to flush and your heart rate picks up. you try to turn away to hide your embarrassment, but suddenly sunghoon's hand is on your chin, gently but firmly guiding your gaze back to his. you meet his intense gaze, feeling a jolt of electricity pass between you. despite your nerves, you can't help but feel a sense of safety and comfort in his touch.
as you stand there, lost in thought, he gently reaches out and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lightly brushing against your skin. you feel his breath on your ear as he leans in and whispers something soft and sweet, his voice barely above a whisper. the sound of his voice sends shivers down your spine and you can't help but feel a flutter in your chest.
“I wanna make you mine so bad.”
“then do it..” putting your arms around his neck.
“fuck.. you make me go crazy.”
“do I now?”
you tilt your head a little and sunghoon giving you a small nod, you then reach out and pull him closer to you. as he moves in, you feel the warmth of his body and the gentle rise and fall of his breath. you look into his eyes, feeling a connection growing between you both, and suddenly realize how much you always cared for him.
In the moment when sunghoon is about to kiss you, he gently holds your face with his hands and brings it closer to his. as he looks into your eyes, he softly asks for your consent by saying "may I?" in a respectful and considerate tone.
as you look at him with longing in your eyes, he notices your desire and leans in to kiss you. the touch of his lips on yours sends a shiver down your spine, and you respond eagerly, deepening the kiss. you can feel the heat radiating from his body as he wraps his arms around you, and you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours. the passion between you intensifies with each passing moment, and you find yourself unable to resist his embrace.
as you both passionately kiss each other, he lifts you up into his arms and carries you to his car outside. the desire and hunger in his eyes are undeniable as he holds you tightly, lost in the moment. the room is quiet and dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere that adds to the intensity of the moment. you can feel his heart beating fast against your chest as you both give in to your physical desires, letting the world around you fade away.
who knew you’d end up making out with your boss who you swore you hated?
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bonus ᡣ𐭩 oh well!
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as you woke up with sunghoon beside you, you check your phone for any emails.
but instead of emails, you see hundreds of notifications from twitter, messenger, and Instagram.
when you open twitter, you immediately gasp in panic.
you just realized. when you two kissed, you were in sunghoons car with the door open with thousands of people being able to see the two of you anytime.
facepalming yourself, you check the 10+ notifications from chaewon.
before you can answer her texts, you hear a sleepy voice beside you.
“you hated me huh?” sunghoon grinning in amusement.
“can you blame me? you were awful.”
sunghoon chuckling, you kiss him.
oh well, you wouldn't mind the famous life if you were with him.
written by rkistars.
#enhypen#enhypen angst#enhypen fluff#enhypen smau#fluff#enhypen comfort#spotify#angst#boss x secretary#park sunghoon#sunghoon#enhypen smut
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Midnight (Fem Reader x Gojo Satoru)
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Inappropriate behavior of any kind, are prohibited inside the building and if caught, will lead to immediate termination of the job.
The very words you yourself had told everyone on the first day you opened this company loomed in your head. Yet, you were the one on the table moaning, as he had his fingers deep inside you, smirking at the sound of your voice.
Being CEO of a company was no joke. (Y/N) Murakami had rose to this position of respect and achievement through hard work alone and no one, not one single person was able to criticize her. Her company, Murakami Records, was famous for it's mutual respect between all workers and their boss. It was however a big surprise to everyone in the world that (Y/N) was still single.
"I wouldn't want to be tied down by a man while I have a huge company to run. The only way I can focus on the wellbeing of every worker is when I have all the time in the world" she laughed, in response to a question asked at a talk show.
It wasn't like you never got confessions from other men, but you choose to remain that way and sweetly but firmly denied all kinds of romantic advances that were made to you........
.......... that is, until one night.
"If Gojo would do any work in this place like he's meant to, we'd get through the day much faster." (Y/N) grumbled as she spoke to her vice president Kento Nanami. You were growing tired of Gojo's childish ways.
Nanami shook his head, "I hate to stand up for him but he ultimately does get all his work done, albeit a minute before the deadline."
Hating the fact that he was right, you sigh and get back to your computer and continue with your work. Satoru Gojo was your personal assistant. It was his job to manage your meetings, book appointments and remind you of these. Somehow he'd never do it when he was supposed to, reminding you only 5 minutes prior to a meeting and completely getting on your nerves.
However, he was the best at what he did and if you looked past his annoying nature, he really did get the job done. "Y/N-san, you have an appointment with Music World in like.... 5 minutes" Gojo popped his head in and reminded you.
Groaning at yet another late reminder, you close you laptop and head towards the meeting room. "Don't even think about it." you warn a chuckling Nanami as you walk out.
The day went on as usual and soon it was time to head out.
Reminder: Guest Lecturer event about women entrepreneurs is tomorrow 13.01.2023 at 9:00am.
"That little-" you fumed when you saw the last minute reminder. You had put off on writing your speech for the event due to the other pressing work you had had to tend to and had told Gojo to remind you about it a week in advance so you could prepare the speech.
Nanami came into the office with his bag, "Not leaving yet?" he questioned when he saw you setting you laptop up. "Not yet, The guest lecturer event is tomorrow and someone forgot to remind me about it."
You look up to see Nanami's concerned face, he proceeds to keep his bags down to come and help you. "Oh no, don't worry about it. I'll wrap this up quickly and head home."
"Are you sure about that?"
"100%." After promising to call him as soon as you leave, he left you to your own devices.
Muttering curses directed at Gojo you then started to work on your speech. You were so immersed in your work that you didn't hear the faint ding of the elevator.
"I didn't realize the great (Y/N) had such a dirty mouth." You could practically feel the smirk on his face as he said it. "And I wonder whose fault it is," you murmur frustratedly.
Gojo walks slowly behind your chair, "oh come on boss, surely you can't blame this one on me."
Taking a pause from typing, you turn to glare at him, "I most definitely can." Pushing your chair back you walk towards the mirror cabinet in your office. "I need a drink" you turn and look at him, "and you need to leave."
You pour yourself a drink and watch in the mirror as Gojo comes close to you. "You look tired boss, let me help you out a little. Consider it an apology for making you work late" he whispers in your ears as his hands slid to your butt.
"Now is not the time for jokes Gojo." you reply, narrowing your eyes at him.
"Oh I'm not joking."
He takes the empty glass from your hand and keeps it back inside the cabinet, "Don't want to break anything now, do we?" he chuckles.
He pressed soft kisses on your neck, "Gojo, you really need to stop this." you try to tell him firmly but your voice comes out soft. He simply chuckled at your words.
"If you really want me to stop," he whispered as he hiked up your skirt a little and slip his hands underneath. "I'll stop." He stopped caressing your thighs and pulls away. The sudden loss, makes you whimper in protest.
"If you didn't really wanna stop you should've just said so boss." he shoves his hand between your legs, eliciting a shiver, and rubs your panties. "Already wet for someone who wanted me to leave." he teased as he rubbed his hands over her panties.
You subtly move back and forth, trying to get his hands to do more than just rub, "Stop playing with me Gojo" you whimpered.
"Is that really what you want?" you nod, "then ask me nicely." He was seemingly enjoying you whimpering infront of him. His beloved boss, reduced to such states with just a single touch. Oh he was definitely going to enjoy himself.
"Please," you cooed.
He slowly slipped your panties off and slipped one finger in, knowing exactly where to touch you to elicit moans. "Aren't you wet for me boss," he slid his finger out and sucked on it while looking right at your face.
"Is this all you're capable of Gojo?" you question him, knowing that you were probably pushing his buttons and it would later come back to bite you.
Narrowing his eyes, he shoved his fingers back into you, this time not restricting himself to just one but three. Not being able to control yourself, you let out a loud moan which seemed to echo throughout the office. "You'll know not to taunt me ever again when I'm done with you." he pulled you close and began sucking on your neck while he pumped his fingers in and out of you with slow deliberate movements.
The way he moved his fingers, made your mind go blank. You tried your best to hold your composure as he steadily increased his pace and just when you thought you were able to keep a check on yourself, his fingers curled deep inside you at just the right spot, eliciting another indecent moan from you.
"That's right, I don't want you hiding it from me boss. After all I need to know if I'm treating you well." He stopped sucking and tilted your chin and kissed you hard. You brought your hands up and raked it through his hair, pulling softly.
He groans as you bite down on his lip while kissing him, "I'm not the only one who wants this Gojo, you can't control yourself for long." He breaks the kiss and looks at you but your eyes are somewhere else..... looking down at the very prominent bulge in his pants. You slide your hand to his pants to take it off but before you get far he stops you.
"Not today. Today is all about you. Besides, I quite like the idea of you having to owe me one."
Biting down on your lips in frustration you make an annoyed face to which Gojo only laughs. He swiftly pulls down you skirt and unbuttons your shirt leaving you only with your bra on and your panties pulled down halfway.
He licks his lips in anticipation.
"You say it's all about me and yet I'm the only one without clothes on."
Understanding your words, he lets you unbutton his shirt and you run your hands across his chest. "Like what you see?" he asks, causing you to blush.
He kisses you again, hands cupping your breasts. He moves his hand to your back and removes your bra in one motion. You moan into his mouth as he massages your breasts. "Oh fuck,"
He walks towards your chair, still kissing you and sits down. You feel yourself being pulled on his lap as he continues to massage your breasts and kiss you. Taking opportunity of your position, you slowly grind your hips back and forth on his lap.
He suddenly stopped kissing you, leaving a trail of saliva between the two of you. Roughly he turned you around so your back was facing his chest. Spreading your legs apart, he thrust his fingers in once more, this time moving at a much faster pace. "Oh fuck, yes," you scream as he keeps going over and over again. Your body shudders as your head tilts back towards his face.
"Just like that, that's my good girl." he cooes in your ears as you keep moaning. You could feel yourself getting closer with each thrust which somehow felt deeper each time. Realizing that you would not be able to hold on much longer, you spread your legs wider, giving him more space. He brought his other hand and shoved it inside your mouth.
You suck on his fingers and close your eyes as you feel the pleasure explode through you, your breathing slowing down as you come undone around his fingers. "Now's not the time to rest," he whispers as he nibbles on your ears, "time for round 2."
Without giving you a moment to breathe, he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock which was already quite hard. Pulling you up, he positions you on top of him and brings you down. Your eyes widen as you feel him inside you, he moves you around and let's you position yourself. When you're ready, you slowly move up and down. You place your hands on his shoulder as you move.
"Fucking God," you cried out as you keep moving, "Oh you feel so good Gojo. Fuck yes, right there."
The place was still and the only voices you could hear were the two of yours, yours being louder as you cried out in pleasure.
"That's a good girl (Y/N), you look so good sitting on my cock." he said, running his fingers over her body. He watched hungrily as your breasts bouncing up and down as you rode him. You watch as his cock disappears into your body, each time sending a spark of pleasure up your body. You fasten your pace and moan his name, feeling his cock touch your belly button from the inside. "So good, fuck me......don't stop." you stuttered as you felt yourself nearing climax.
You moved faster until you finally came and slowed your pace to a halt. As soon as you got off him, he came on your legs. "Well isn't someone satisfied." he murmured.
"That works both ways," you purred, blushing all over.
As you slowly put your clothes back on, he kisses you softly one last time on your lips before he leaves. "I guess that makes up for my mistake boss. I'l let you finish your work now."
He walked out the office, "Oh and one more thing," he called catching your attention, "I'll be back to take what you owe me." And with that, he left the building, leaving you to finish a speech you could no longer concentrate on as the scenes of the past hour flashed through your mind. After half an hour of still being unable to finish, you gave up and decided to head home.
As you left the floor, you saw the one rule you expected everyone to follow because no second chances were allowed.
Inappropriate behavior of any kind, are prohibited inside the building and if caught, will lead to immediate termination of the job.
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𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖔𝖒
Derek danforth x gender neutral reader
Summary: Derek think it’s a good idea to have some fun with you during a council meeting.
Warnings: Boss x advisor relationship. no use of Y/N. Very filthy smut. Humiliation. Keep in mind that I haven’t watched the movie. It’s been so long since I posted anything here so apologies if it’s cringe and mediocre.
3704 words in total.
“Come and sit in my lap.”
you looked over to Derek, who was sitting in his big and comfortable chair beside you. You raised your eyebrows.
“What?”
“You heard me.” Derek grinned at you, patted one of his thighs. “Come sit in my lap.”
you looked away from him, towards the double doors at the other end of the hall that should be opening any minute now to let in the members of the council.
“Derek, no. The council will be here soon.”
“So?”
“So, it’s unprofessional, and you have to focus. And, since I’m your advisor, it would probably be a good idea if I did too.”
“I’m the CEO . I can have you in my lap during a meeting if I want.” There was a slight whine to Derek’s words. you glanced back over at him and breathed a little sigh. The man was practically pouting at you.
“Fine.” You knew there was no denying Derek when he really wanted something. You stood, and before you could actually make a move to seat himself properly in Derek’s lap he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him. you gave a small cry of surprise, founding yourself seated across him sideways, one of Derek’s arms around your legs, the other around your waist.
“There we go,” Derek breathed in satisfaction. He kissed at you’s ear, then ran parted lips over your jawline. you shivered a little.
“Derek, now isn’t a good time.”
“The council’s not here yet,” he argued.
“Yeah, but- mm…” Derek had quelled your protest by putting his lips to yours. You opened your mouth to accept his tongue, letting out a quiet moan. You were very glad that the table wasn’t made of transparent glass. What was happening wouldn’t be overly obvious to anyone unless they would bent down on purpose, and people made sure not to look at you for too long unless they wanted to end up fired like it happened weeks ago to a man you now completely forgotten.
Though, you couldn’t help but be annoyed by it. You wouldn’t be able to take care of your urges till after the meeting, which would make the whole thing seem longer than it really was.
Derek pulled away from your mouth, tilted his head to kiss at your neck above your collar.
“Fuck,” you muttered. “Derek, stop it.” Even as you said it, you were leaning your head back to give him better access. You just couldn’t help it. You were willing to give yourself to Derek whenever he wanted you.
Derek laughed lightly against your skin. “Yeah, okay, you.” He tugged on your collar with his teeth, and for some reason that drove you wild with lust. You groaned in frustration, grabbed at Derek’s face.
“Stop. Now I’m not gonna be able to concentrate,” you complained.
Derek lifted his head up and you let his hand fall to your chest. The CEO had a smirk on his face when he looked at you.
“That was the plan,” he told you.
“Bastard.”
“I know I am,” Derek said proudly.
you turned your head when you heard the doors open. You made to stand as council-members began to file in, but Derek’s hold on you tightened.
“No. Stay put.”
“You think they’re gonna take you seriously with me in your lap?” you asked quietly, turning your attention back to Derek.
“If I had some random person in my lap, probably not, but they know who you are,” Derek replied. “Why are you making it seem like it’s a big deal?”
“Because…” you trailed off, unsure of how to explain. Being this close to Derek made it hard for you to think about anything but him, about where you wanted him to put his hands, his mouth. You squirmed a little in a half-hearted attempt to get free. That didn’t help, only made you think of another, more enjoyable way you wanted to be moving on him.
“Hold still. Now you’re just being undignified.”
You know what? Two can play at this game.
you firmly ground your ass down against Derek, put your mouth to his ear. “Whatever you say, CEO. ”
Derek made a growling sound low in his throat, opened his mouth to speak, but was stopped by one of the members of the council.
“Mr. Danforth, we’re all here, if you’re ready to begin.”
Derek drew his head up. “Um, yes, I’m ready.” He tightened his hold on you, who was now looking at the council seated in front of you, determined to pay attention.
Your focus didn’t last very long. A minute or so into it, the hand that Derek had around your legs began to creep up your thigh. You glanced at Derek. Despite where his hand was going he seemed intent on the topic being discussed.
You tried to surreptitiously take Derek’s hand and slide it away, but you got your own slapped for it. Then Derek’s hand was back on your thigh.
Shit, Derek, not in front of everyone.
Embarrassed, you wanted to protest out loud, but Derek was in the middle of speaking. He palmed at you through your pants almost absentmindedly. you pressed your knuckles to your mouth to keep in any sound. A surprised little yelp made it through as Derek suddenly squeezed. The man looked to you, feigning surprise.
“you, do you have something to say?” He asked it politely, as one would ask their advisor for their opinion, as if the meeting were the only thing that was going on. Though, you knew that most advisors didn’t have their CEO ’s hand playing between their legs.
“N-nothing. Sorry to interrupt.” You had to school his voice into evenness as Derek squeezed again. You could feel his face going red. “Please continue.”
And, with a little nod, Derek did, seeming to pay no more attention to you. What he was doing with his hand said otherwise. He kept moving his hand through your pants and it took every ounce of self control to not buck into him. You bit at your knuckles, glanced at the council. They were all very pointedly looking at Derek’s face or each other, anywhere but at you. Some even had a slight pinkness to their cheeks.
Dammit, Derek, stop it.
His body was clearly negating that. You had to strain to keep your hips in place. You tried your best to keep any sound from coming out, but a small, needy whimper escaped you.
“Everything alright, you?” Derek asked, looking at you with complete obliviousness.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m-” Derek’s hand slipped under your waistband- “fine.” The word came out weak and breathy.
“You paying attention to what we’re talking about?” His fingers were now working torturously, moving slowly up and down.
“Um...” you felt angry and frustrated with Derek. Why did he feel the need to humiliate you like this in front of the council?
Right. He gets off on humiliating me.
“Uh…” What had Derek said the meeting was going to be about earlier? Granted, he’d told you while he’d been dozing after their usual morning romp. “Market conditions?” Your voice came out higher than usual, and you put your knuckles back in your mouth after you finished speaking. You shifted a little, planning on moving away from Derek’s hand, but your body had other ideas, instead moving into it. You gasped a little. You were sure that his face was the reddest it had ever been.
You were afraid he’d gotten it wrong and Derek was going to use that to humiliate you further, but he just nodded and looked back to the council. They continued their discussion, and you didn’t hear a word of it. All you could pay attention to was the way Derek’s hand moved with agonizing slowness. It set you alight with pleasant, maddening arousal. You dug your teeth into your knuckles, groaned quietly in frustration, hoping Derek wouldn’t call you out on the noise.
Derek rubbed his thumb in the right place. You released a moan into his hand before you could stop yourself or try to lower the volume of it. You squirmed a little in both embarrassment and want - need . You needed more . The councilman who had been speaking faltered for a moment, and you could feel your mortification digging a hole into you, but then the man continued, very clearly ignoring you. You still couldn’t help feeling like everyone in the room was staring at you. Though they were trying their best not to look at him, they knew what Derek was doing with his hand.
Then Derek stopped moving his hand altogether, just held onto you, and it was driving you crazy much faster than the slow movements had. Your breaths came hard as he fought with himself to not move. Sweat beaded at your temples.
After a minute or so, one man of the council stood, as if to leave. your chest swelled with relief.
“Um, perhaps we can discuss this later, sir,” he said. “You seem preoccupied.”
Please, Derek, just agree with him. you almost said it out loud.
“No, we’re not done yet. Sit and we’ll continue.”
You whined out of pure desperation, then instantly regretted the sound, though it had come out against your will. Surely everyone had heard it.
“Well, then your, uh, advisor-” the man paused and cleared his throat, looked to the floor for a moment, clearly uncomfortable- “seems preoccupied.”
Derek looked to you, winked at you, and he responded with a glare.
“No, they’re fine.” He began moving his hand again, ever so slowly, and you wanted to cry out of anger and frustration. You hated that Derek was tormenting you like this, wanted for him to dismiss the council so the both of you could do whatever you pleased.
The man sat back down, eliciting a whimper from you. You’ll have to suffer longer now.
Yoh paid absolutely no attention to the rest of the meeting, didn’t even bother trying to. The way Derek was touching you just felt so good. You tried your best to remain still and quiet, but the occasional quiet moan would slip out with a shift of your hips. By the time the meeting was drawing to an end, you were shaking with restraint, face and neck heated scarlet, sweat dripping down the sides of your face.
You let out a huge breath when the last council-member left and the door closed behind them. You sagged against Derek.
“ Ah… Oh gods, Derek, don’t do that!”
Derek bared his cock to open air, he was stroking it faster now with one hand while the other was taking care of you. Clutching at his hand, you were now moaning unashamedly. You wanted to cum, could feel that he was close to it too.
“Don’t do what?”
“What you just-!” you couldn’t finish, pleasure stealing your ability to speak. You became a mewling, writhing mess against Derek. Yes, this was what he wanted.
“Cum, baby. Come on.”
You sobbed with relief as your climax overtook you. Pleasure burned with sweet, hot release through your veins. You arched into Derek when it hit it’s peak, tightening your grip on his hand. The sensation drew the tears you have been holding back from your eyes.
Then it was over and you sagged against him. You wanted to rest against him for a moment, but Derek was pushing you down onto the floor before you could recover.
“Knees,” he ordered.
And before you could really process what was going on or what he was doing, you found yourself kneeling between Derek’s legs with his cock ready to be taken care of. You sucked him ravenously as he wanted it. Derek moaned and threaded his fingers through your hair.
“Yeah, that’s it baby. That’s it.” He applied pressure to your head. “Now choke yourself on it.”
You did so without hesitation, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose, though it was difficult with it pressed right against Derek’s pelvis. Your throat calmed after a few moments, and one of Derek’s hands stroked praisingly over your face.
“You want me to bury myself in you like this?”
You bobbed your head up and down in a nod like you were supposed to when Derek asked you such a question. The movement had the CEO gasping and tugging at your hair.
“And are you gonna cum for me again?”
You nodded, pleased with the moan it brought from Derek’s lips. That meant he was doing your job as his lover well.
“Now up. Undress for me nice and slow.”
You did as you were told, standing and beginning to slowly pull your pants but not before glancing back at the door behind you. You bent down and took off the expensive shoes Derek gifted you (one of the many gifts he gave you ever since your relationship started). You kissed and suckled the head of Derek’s cock before taking care of your shirt.
Here you were now, standing naked in front of the CEO , who let his eyes roam over you though he has seen you like this a thousand times.
Derek ran a hand reverently up your body, starting from your thigh and tracing his fingers up over your abdomen towards one of the many hickeys he had left this morning. He rested his palm over the mark, your pounding heart.
“You’re hot,” Derek breathed. “I’m so lucky to have you.” Before you could respond, he grabbed at your waist and yanked you forward. There was enough room on his big chair for you to place your knees on either side of him and straddle him. You were pressed against Derek and he sighed at the pleasure of it, placing your hands on his shoulders.
Derek’s left hand grabbed at your neck, his right brushing fingers over your lips. You knew what he wanted, so you opened your mouth for him, let him put three fingers inside. You closed your eyes as you did it, moaned around his fingers as if you was enjoying it. You swirled your tongue around them and sucked at them, didn’t stop even when Derek pushed them farther into your mouth and choked you.
“ Shit .” He let go of your neck, instead ran his hand over your back, over the once-smooth skin that was now puckered with countless hickeys. He groped at your ass and you moaned again, this one born of need.
Derek pulled his fingers from your mouth once he was satisfied that they were properly coated in saliva.
You gave a satisfied cry as one finger pressed into you, curved your body into it. You wanted Derek so badly it was nearly painful. His mouth was parted in heaving breaths.
Derek dipped his tongue into your mouth, pulled it back, and did so again. You tried to latch onto it with your lips but Derek wouldn’t let you.
“Use your words. What do you want?” He curled your finger inside of you, brushing that spot.
“Ah!” you arched into the touch, opening your eyes to meet Derek’s gaze. Lust burned in the CEO’s eyes. “I-I want you to kiss me.”
“Mm, what else?” He slid in a second finger.
“Want to ride you,” you gasped out. “A-and make you cum.”
Derek circled his fingers to open you up and you closed your eyes again to revel in the sensation. You wiggled yourself backwards onto those fingers. You would have continued letting your pleasure be known, but Derek silenced you with his mouth.
Derek kissed you as he usually did: like he was trying to eat you and suck out your soul. You loved it and tried to kiss back with the same passion, though you knew you could never match it.
Derek pulled his mouth away from yours, brought it down to suck at your throat above the collar. you tilted your head back, and Derek slipped another finger into you.
“ Yes”
“You like that, baby?” Derek rumbled against your neck.
“ Ungh , yeah.”
“More formal,” Derek commanded.
“Yes, CEO .” You gave a small cry as Derek bit at your neck, and part of you loved the pain of it.
“You want my dick?”
“Y-yes, CEO.”
“How badly?”
“So, so badly,” you whined. You rocked yourself on his fingers, a demonstration of what you’d do on his length. “I need it. Please.”
“You need your boss’ dick?”
“Oh gods, yes!”
Derek licked across your jawline and you moaned loudly at the action. You clenched your muscles around Derek’s fingers.
“Please, please, Derek.” He writhed desperately against him “ Please. ”
Derek chuckled against your neck, and you swore you almost climaxed from the sound of it, the vibration of it against you, the scratch of his beard. He nipped at you and you shuddered.
“Derek…” he pleaded.
Derek ceded to your begging and withdrew his fingers. He barely gave you time to take his cock and position it correctly before he was driving you down onto it, so fast that it hurt. You let out a pleased cry as it filled you.
“Oh gods , you!” You yelled, Derek going to grasp at your hips. For a moment neither of you moved, just basked in your connection, your heaving breaths mingling together. you felt Derek’s mouth near yours and you kissed him hard as you began rocking yourself on him. He moaned into your mouth, accepting his tongue when he shoved it inside. You sucked on it gently, using one of your hands to grab at Derek’s hair.
Derek used his hold on your hips to control your pace, forcing you to move slower. you loved and hated it, loved how it let the pleasure simmer inside of you, but hated how it wasn’t the ferocity you were craving. Though, with Derek you’d get that at some point.
Derek pulled away from your mouth, lowering his head to kiss at your collarbone. He moaned against your skin, pressed his lips to you in an honorary way.
“You happy now, darling?” Derek asked. you could feel him smiling.
“More,” you gasped out. You couldn’t hide that he was greedy when it came to sex, and there was no point. Derek was the one who had made you like this.
Derek’s teeth grazed your hardened right nipple and you whimpered, curved your chest into him. Derek complied with your wish, biting down hard on your nipple and working it with his tongue.
“Oh gods, Derek,” you got out breathlessly, the pain of his teeth shooting pleasure all over your body. You tried moving your hips faster, but he tightened his grip till it hurt, fighting against your movements.
“No, you. Slow for now, okay?”
“O-okay.”
Once you agreed, Derek brought his attention to your other nipple to reward you. It felt so good you wanted to cry, a small sob escaping your lips. You clawed at Derek’s chest with one hand, the other still with fingers twined in his hair.
After sucking quite generously on your nipple, Derek brought his head up, kissed you briefly. His grip loosened on your hips.
“I’ll leave the lead to you. Let me see what you want.”
“Yes, Derek.” you were relieved to be allowed to do what you wanted. You put your hands on Derek’s shoulders to steady yourself, used your legs to move over his cock, raising yourself up and then slamming back down. The sound of slapping skin only aroused you more. Derek’s moans sent goosebumps on your arms and sent pleasant tingles through you.
“My cock is good enough to make you cum.”he growled.
“Ah shit! Yeah, baby, right there. Move just like that. Move just like that for me.”
Derek cursed profusely as you moved on him voraciously. You pounded pleasure into his nerves, and it just built in intensity with each movement.
After a minute or so you were reaching your end. Pleasure roped violently through your body and you shouted. You didn’t stop moving though, knew that you weren’t allowed to truly be finished until Derek was. You rode through your climax and past it, the sweetness of it reaching a point that was unbearable. You sobbed, tears in your eyes, your insides throbbing and oversensitive, but still, you kept on.
“Keep going, baby. You’re doing great,” Derek encouraged. “You’re doing so well.”
You slowed your movements, gasping for breath. “I-I can’t, Derek.”
“Yes you can. Faster. I’m almost there. Just a little more, come on.”
You knew you had no choice but to obey him, didn’t want to face the consequences of not, and picked up your pace again.
“That’s it, love. Good job.”
It hurt in an almost delicious way, like forcing yourself to eat something that was too sweet. You wanted it at the same time you didn’t, the feeling of Derek inside of you just too much to handle.
“You’re doing so good. So good. Come on. Come on . Almost there, almost there. Agh! That’s it! Yes! ”
you sobbed loudly at the sensation of Derek finishing inside of you. It was too much for your body to handle. Once it was over you made to move off of him, your legs already trembling in the mid air, but Derek held you there with a grunt.
“No. Stay.”
“But-”
“Stay, just one more second.”
You gave up, sagged against him, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath. Derek stroked a hand over your sweaty back.
You felt a hand stroking your face.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Anger suddenly hit you at those words. The gall of Derek to ask if he was okay, the audacity.You opened your eyes, planning on snapping at him, but you saw the smile on your face and the anger melted away. You smiled back.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You lifted your head, pecked Derek on the lips. “Better than okay.”
“Good, ’cause I have to fill you in on that meeting.” Derek’s grin turned devilish. “It wasn’t actually about market conditions.”
“Oh, you son of a bitch.” Despite your words, you laughed, and Derek joined in.
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Kidnapped by the Boss Part 2
synopsis: Civilian is a secretary to the Prime Minster. But when the political summit between the city states goes awry, she finds herself kidnapped by the very boss she tried to protect and nothing is what it seems.
CW: gun mention, threats on Civilian's life, blood mention
Part One Here
The driver had seen too many action movies, Civilian decided. That’s why he sped like a maniac down the streets, swerving between cars, skidding down right turns at the last second like he was in a spy movie. One such sudden turn flung Civilian hard enough into the side door that she cracked her head against the glass window. Pain exploded against her head, and nausea in her gut. For a moment she could hear only the ringing in her ears.
Then she felt hands clenching at her dress, at her waist, dragging her across the seat until she sprawled into the Prime Minister’s lap. His arms wrapped tightly around her, their chests pressed close enough he must have felt her raging heart against his own. He buckled the seat belt over both of them, the click of it like a key in a lock.
Dazed by pain and shock, she did not fight him. Her face pressed against the crook of his neck, the warmth of his skin, the intoxicating smell of his cologne filling her nose. She focused on the warm, woody notes of it as he barked something harshly to the driver in that foreign language.
“I can’t shake the tail!” The driver snapped back. “The fuck do you want me to do?”
She felt the sharp inhale from the prime minister against her chest, before a muttered curse. Fingers dug out her ear-piece; it was unceremoniously tossed out the window.
“There was a tracker in her ear-piece,” he said. “I took care of it. Now get us to the plane — in one piece preferably.”
Civilian’s stomach dropped at the sound of the plane. But what could she do — fling herself out of a car moving at 80 miles an hour?
In front of her the driver let out an impressive swirl of curse words from both their languages. “You should have fucking shot her in the parking garage.”
The Prime Minister responded in the other language, tone gently rebuking, almost sounding like the person she had thought he was. Whatever he said, gentle tone aside, was enough to shut the driver up for the rest of the ride.
Face pressed into his neck, his hand cradling the back of her head (a seemingly comforting gesture used to keep her blind), Civilian couldn’t see their journey or destination. She ran through all the airports around the city they knew of — both public and private. But if they suspected the Prime Minister of getting kidnapped or running away, wouldn’t the airports be the first place they look?
Maybe then, if Civilian could run, she could find some help. Or at least blend in with the crowd if they could get off the runway and into the airport itself. It sounded like an insane plan at best, but she knew if she set foot on that plane, no one would ever see her again.
For the rest of the car ride she counted her breaths. In for four counts, hold for four counts, out for four counts. The same trick she had taught the Prime Minister for his first major televised speech. Her nerves felt like one stray thought away from completely shattering and she could not afford to shatter.
The smell of the Prime Minister's ungodly expensive cologne both distracted her and grounded it. It was a scent that she had associated with the fond glow in her chest when she heard his voice. Despite everything she thought she knew about him laying crushed at her proverbial feet, the smell still comforted her.
How many times had she daydreamed some wildly unrealistic event that would lead to this near exact position? How many times had she imagined rolling her ankle in heels and limping until he swept her up and carried her so she could press her nose in this exact place on his shoulder, feel his arms around just like this?
How twisted that she got her wish in the worst way possible.
The car stopped so abruptly the seat belt tightened like a vice against them. Before the key could slide from the ignition, the Prime Minister unbuckled them and flung the door open.
“Come,” he said against her ear. “Fast and quiet, darling.”
Even in such dire circumstances, Civilian could not stop the hard swallow from imagining a different context for those words.
He nudged her ahead of him out the car door. The second her feet hit the ground, she ran. Even before she took notice of her surroundings, she ran. She saw the plane looming before her and took off in the opposite direction.
Nothing but a wide open field stretched before her. Night was rapidly descending. Logically, running away in a strange place in the dark was the kind of decision the head of security would rake her over the coals for. But panic had well and truly set in. She couldn’t do nothing and she couldn’t set foot on the plane.
So she ran.
Scraped footsteps followed behind her. The sound of it kick-started a rush of energy like nothing she felt before, the kind a prey animal feels at the sound of the hunter. She ran faster than she ever did on her high school track team.
But it wasn’t fast enough. In seconds, arms grabbed her roughly from behind and yanked her to a hard, unforgiving chest. They both stumbled backward for a second, but the person behind her recovered first. Before she could lunge from their grip, the cold steel of a knife rested against her throat.
“If you were as smart as he always bragged about, you would stand very still right now,” came the voice of the driver against her hair.
And just as movement had exploded from her before, stillness locked her limbs up just as suddenly.
The Prime Minister walked briskly towards them, until he stopped just a few inches shy of her, his polished loafers nearly brushing up against her filthy toes.
“As admirable as your spirit is, we do not have time for it,” he says, eyes dark and somber. “So allow me to make something very clear to you: you are alive and breathing right now because I allow it. That could change at any moment, with just a snap of my fingers. So if you value your life as much as I do, you will cooperate. Do you understand?”
In two years of close quarters, Civilian had seen him giddy, anxious, hangry, pouty, serene, and frustrated. Before today she had never seen him so commanding, cruel, or dangerous. It felt like witnessing a demonic possession, seeing this side of him. It couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be him.
“Civilian — do not make me ask again.”
She nodded, slowly, because what else could she do? His gaze softened, his hand reached up and brushed his thumb across her lower lip. The salt of his skin stung the cut on her lip as he wiped the blood away.
“Good girl. Now walk onto that plane and give us no further trouble.”
The private jet was by far swankier than any the Prime Minister had taken before. Lush carpet hugged her aching feet as he led her towards one of the wide, squashy leather armchairs with a firm hand on the small of her back. A wide screen television sat before her, mounted on a divider wall, a glimpse of a large bed peeking out on the other side.
The driver headed straight into the cockpit, exchanging foreign words with the pilot. The Prime Minister bent down and opened a small fridge off to the side.
“Water?” he offered. “Or perhaps something stronger?”
As tempting as the offer was, Civilian shook her head. The pit in her stomach had eased somewhat, but the pain in her head and now her feet had not lessened. She would probably puke whatever she ingested.
“Perhaps later, then.”
He took a bottle of water out and set it on the small wooden table next to her chair. His eyes darted over her face, taking in her undoubtedly ragged appearance. Other than his hair, which the car ride had mussed, he still looked as immaculate as when he stepped out of the hotel room.
“You’re bleeding,” he said.
Civilian didn’t notice and didn’t care. She had other, more pressing, concerns.
“What’s going on?” Her voice, so strong-willed in her head, came out shaky and weak. “What’s going to happen to me?”
Instead of answering, he walked to a small overhead compartment and pulled out a first aid kit and a rolled cloth napkin. Then he returned and knelt down on his knees before her. Civilian’s heart stuttered in her chest in both fear and twisted longing.
He pulled the ring out from the napkin and set it on the table. Engraved into the gold was the crest of the Hidden City’s flag, unchanged for the last one hundred years. Her eyes fixated on it, a puzzle piece she couldn’t make fit.
Meanwhile, the Prime Minister opened the bottle of water and wet the cloth. He raised it to the side of her head and gently wiped away the blood that had dripped down her cheek. For the first time she noticed the small spot of blood on his shirt collar, from her lip.
A kiss.
“Sir?” she dared ask again.
He dabbed more water onto the cloth, ruined now by smears of red. “We are going to the Hidden City. As for what happens to you there . . .that depends on you. The more cooperative you are, the less likely it is that I will have to hurt you.”
Once again, the clashing dichotomy of such a sweetly familiar face saying such terrifying words makes her head swim. The Prime Minister used to rescue spiders and stink bugs from hotel rooms rather than kill them. Now he threatens violence as easy as breathing.
“Who are you?” she demanded, throat tightening with unshed tears.
“That’s the King of the Hollow City,” came the driver’s voice, stepping out of the cockpit.
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Part 3
#hero x villain#villain x civilian#villain x heroine#enemies to lovers#fantasci tumblr#dark villain#boss x secretary
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"Hey, what is your favourite romance trope?"
"It's boss x secretary. Especially in kdramas, cdramas and thai dramas."
"Oh, wow, how patriotic of you. Do you also believe in the American Dream and that once you'll be a hard worker, you'll be compensated through a great work place, a great romantic life and later on become a stay-at-home-parent?"
"Oh, no. I'm just autistic and relate to the heavily implied autistic boss with his
-PTSD and/or childhood trauma
-perfectionism
-needs food prepared and his house/office cleaned in the "right way" and can easily get offended/compulsive if that is not done (to the point of fireing employees right on the spot)
-forming a sort of romantic relationship and/or friendship with people who respect and/or care to keep the "cleanliness"/compulsive sorting of things the way he wants them (the secretary)
-often shows affection through gift giving
-often times doesn't like being touched/needs his personal space
-is disliked even by people close to him/he has worked with all his life
-unable to read emotions or social cues
-easily deceived/doesn't spot lies easily
-shows almost no emotion or has problems finding the right way to express them
-no friends/troublesome relationship with family members
-see his partner more as "cute" than as "sexy" (especially in kdrama, cdrama), implying a bigger romantic than sexual interest in the person
-seems mature but has "childish" personality traits or values
-is seen as narcistic
-known to be gifted/intelligent from a young age and seeing other kids as immature/hard to understand/too emotional and has problems connecting with them, which leads them to spend more time with adults from a young age
#kdrama#cdrama#thaidrama#boss x secretary#she was pretty#a business proposal#whats wrong with secretary kim#my dear lady#implied autism#autism in the media#the masked woman#cutie pie the series#thai bl#poor x rich#drama#romcom#romance trope#it also works for almost any poor x rich storyline#boys over flowers#f4#unfortunately hana yori dango is a toxic representation of that#hana yori dango#the secret life of my secretary#w: two worlds#my boss's special request#office romance#married to my boss
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I wanna write a boss x slutty Secretary fic but I can’t decide which ship to write it for. . . Should I just write four different versions for each ship???
#y’all I need advice please!!!!#klance#keith voltron#lance voltron#voltron#bakugou katsuki#ochako uraraka#bakugou x uraraka#kirishima eijirou#kiribaku#nanami kento#jujutsu nanami#gojo satoru#jujutsu gojo#jjk#smut#boss x Secretary#ao3 author#ao3#writing#ao3 fanfic#yeemocrackin#writing things
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My queen and king.
Source: I Made a Deal with the Devil (Tapas).
#i made a deal with the devil#webtoon#webcomic#tapas#office romance#revenge plot#contract relationship#boss x secretary#he is whipped from the start#chapter 25#her electric blue eyes!!!
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This look RAHHHHHH
Your relationship with your boss was an odd one. It was obvious to everyone in the precinct that you and the detective were more than just boss and secretary. But you would never admit that, and August D had a weird way of showing his fondness. It was the same way every workday—come in at 6:30, find the detective already at his desk, make him coffee, start the day. He would fuss and scold you for little things, make excuses to stay at your desk and talk to you.
You two kind of danced around each other, an unspoken possessive from the detective, and you playing coy until he finally fesses up that he likes you.
He storms out of his office while you’re scheduling his next meeting.
“Didn’t I tell you not to mix up these documents?” he says, holding up a manila file folder. He looks quite frustrated, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, suit jacket off and sleeves rolled past his forearms.
Yelling at you like this does virtually nothing in his favor—if anything it just makes you rub your thighs together. “I’m sorry sir,” you smooth out, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I thought your desk needed some tidying, and you were out in a case so..” He gives you a pointed look. “That doesn’t give you a reason to touch anything in my office. If I want you to tidy anything of mine, I’ll ask you to.” You nod, turning your attention back to the computer screen in front of you.
“Did you schedule my meeting with Captain Jung?” He asks, leaning over the front of your desk. You can feel him staring into your forehead, almost trying to make you squirm in your seat. “Of course sir, I just finished. Your meeting is for 4:30 today.” “Good.” He gives you one last long look over before pushing off your desk and walking back into his office.
You look up from your computer, staring at the deep mahogany that separates you and your boss. “Y’know, we have a running bet pool on which of you is gonna confess first.” Your coworker, Su-min slides over to your desk and props her hand under her chin. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between me and him,” you sigh. “Sure. Tell it to the rest of us.” She chides back. “Don’t you have a case to be doing right now? That missing girl right? How long has it been?” “About a week or so. I really hope we can find her alive, but it’s starting to look grim.” She grimaces. “I hope you end up finding her either way—“
“Y/N! My office, now!”
Suddenly his door was cracked, and you could see him walking back to his desk, waiting for you.
You turn to Su-min and grimace. “Duty calls. Tell me about the case after I get done with this.” She grins at you. “Don’t start fooling around in there, keep it PG!” You roll your eyes, standing from your desk and walking into the detective’s office.
“You called for me detective?” You answer sweetly. “Sit. I have something to talk to you about.” You sit in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. He gets up and rounds the front of his desk, leaning against it to look at you better. “We’ve known each other for quite sometime now,” he starts, arms folded and head down. He smirks. “You and I both know that I’ve been dancing around you these past years-“ “Is that what you call it sir?” He pauses. “Excuse me?” “Is that what you call it, this situation I mean. I was very aware of your feelings about me from the day we met sir. The whole precinct knows how you act around me.” “..I’ve been that bad at hiding it then?” “Pretty much.”
He sighs. “I know I haven’t been…vocal..about my feelings for you. I’d like to fix that. Do you want to go to lunch with me sometime?” You smile at his bluntness. He’s always been bad with words like this, saving his poetical vocabulary for high-stress situations with criminals. “What’s so funny?” He asks, brow raised, smile on his face. “You are. You’re so bad with words sir..” You giggle. He leans down, gripping either side of the arms on the chair. He’s so close to you now, noses almost touching. “I am, hm? And that’s funny?” You nod. He chuckles. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” “Lunch right? What time?” “Lunch time.” You grimace. “Well, I assumed that much. 12 or 1?” “12:30.” “12:30 it is. I’ll mark it on your personal calendar.”
He lifts himself from his position, rounding his desk again and sitting in his chair. He stares at you longingly. “I’d suggest you get back out there. Wouldn’t want to keep the office waiting on who won that bet.” You chuckle. “Yes sir.”
Second fic rawr
This came to me in a feverish daydream
Also because of boredom
Hope you like!!
#min yoongi#yoongi#suga#boyfriend yoongi#min yoongi x reader#suga fanfic#suga fluff#suga x reader#suga x y/n#suga x you#yoongi x y/n#yoongi x you#yoongi x reader#yoongi smut#min yoongi smut#yoongi fluff#yoongi gif#haegeum#haegeum yoongi x reader#suga smut#bts suga#secretary x boss#idk what this is#came to me in a fever dream I guess#actual fic is otw I just have to figure out wtf I’m going to write lollll#hope y’all enjoy
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Prettier when quiet. | Male!Reader x Vox.
Content: R18. Implied vouyerism, blowjobs, male genitalia, dom/sub undertones, service bottom M.Reader, submissive top Vox.
"— currently Vox is busy, if it's an emergency then tell me your name and contact information so I write it down". (Y/N) was Vox's righthand, cold and heartless secretary that gave away their soul in order to secure protection, a roof over their head and a job in exchange for their skills (or newfound demonic powers). Not to mention, working for Vox meant working for the rest of the Vee's to some extent — mostly calming down Valentino's tantrums and nonsensical unfiltered wrath when one little thing went wrong; since Velvette was a sweetheart in comparisson to those other manchild two overlords.
However, as of now, (Y/N) was sitting on the big boss' business chair and taking phonecalls while having said boss underneath the office desk and in between their legs, gripping their thighs and forcefully keeping them appart. The secretary in question was using one hand to write down the information from the caller while the other was gripping tightly the edges of Vox's screen, fingers curling as they found their way into some sensitive ports causing the overloard to twitch and moan around their cock, (Y/N) is sure they heard Vox's knee hitting a side of the desk.
To think (Y/N) was initially unwilling to start this extremely unprofessional office romance fuckbuddy situation... Whether Vox had used hypnosis, or spiked their drink (or whether (Y/N) had purposedly wore tight clothing without underwear to leave no place for imagination, among other less than noble tactics), it didn't matter when his generous sized cock was buried ballsdeep inside their needy hole, arching their back when his cock was slightly curved an angled at the right sweet spot making (Y/N) see stars, cumming shamefully quicky upon feeling pleasant vibrations hitting their prostate — fucking Hell, how did (Y/N) reach their high without Vox's dreamy cock that rearranged their insides, stretching their hole, shaping their gummy walls entirely to Vox's demanding cock. Toys weren't the same, and their fingers were no longer satisfying.
(Y/N) needed to get dicked down by their narcissistic egocentric boss.
"Thank you for trusting our services, sir, we'd love to keep our business on float. Have a lovely day", hanging up by practically slamming the phone down, (Y/N) moaned loudly as they felt Vox's long tongue wrapping itself around their sensitive member. The secretary was delirious with pleasure, Vox had initiated a vibrating mode of sorts, such pleasant vibrations sending waves of pleasure through their feverish body. "Ah, fuck! You mn, you are so good for me sir, haah".
Thrusting their hips upwards, (Y/N) was fucking their boss' throat, feeling the ocasional zap and electric shocks that made their balls feel close to release though all of that wasn't enough, tears were present in the corner of their eyes as they tried to pull away their boss from their weeping cock. "Shit, ah, Vox please, sir, I need, mngh..! Nno, I don't wanna cum like this, sir I need you ah, inside—".
Nonsensical blabbering left their lips, drool rolling down their chin as they felt oh so close — yet it abruptly stopped. Vox had pulled away and wipped his screen with a handkerchief that (Y/N) had prepared with anticipation. Standing up, the overlord had an evident bulge in his pants. The sight alone making his secretary swallow saliva, (Y/N) never pegged themselves as someone to like to suck cock, but Vox's? Neatly trimmed pubic hair, the way the tip had a bright cyan color. Truly a mystery as to why they liked to wrap their lips around his cock, taking it down their throat as much as they could yet enjoying inmensely when Vox would push their head down to take more, regardless of gagging and feeling tears in their eyes—
"As much as I'd love to have you on your knees worshipping my cock", that seductive voice of his, his claws gripping their face and forcing them to look directly onto his eyes, the sharp edges of his claws pressing painfully against the skin of their cheeks yet not quite tearing it. "I need you to bend over my desk, I've got a meeting in an hour and oh, believe me... I have to ruin that pretty face of yours or I won't be able to focus".
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#vox x reader#vox x male reader#🧍 he speaks#yn secretary needs to get fucked stupid by their boss as a reward
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AMORE (Chapter 2/ Finale)
Pairing - CEO!Jungkook x Secretary! reader (afab)
Synopsis- Turn up the music, our girl got laid in 13 months.
Word count- 1.08k
Rated R, read at your own risk.
Note- This is the part two of my two-shot, AMORE.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
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And that's how you ended up kissing jeongguk.
He was a good kisser one hundred percent. Luckily he seemed to be enjoying this as much as you are. This kiss was sloppy, messy, your teeths clashing.
As the door of the elevator opened, you broke the kiss. He took a hold of your hand and started leading you towards his room. Not even one step in his room you guys started undressing yourselves. You both were too desperate for each other to care about your ego.
Jungkook pulled you towards him and started kissing you until you guys made it to the bed. You were in your lingerie. Jeongguk started kissing your neck, leaving some marks here and there, until he reached your boobs.
His hands found their way towards the hook of your bra. "Can I?"
And your bra was thrown away as soon as you gave him the go.
He started kneading your tits and goddamn, that felt so good. You felt like you were going to cum just by his mere touch. He started sucking your already-pointed nipples.
"Do you know how long I waited to do this?" he said squishing your blossoms.
"I touch myself to the thought of you, jeongguk." You confessed, this sentence was enough to make him groan.
"Are you ready ,baby? I'm gonna have to strech you out a little bit. Tell me whenever it hurts or too much yeah?" Jungkook said, all you did was nod. Consent is very important but given the position you both were in, all you need is his fat cock inside of you.
"Words, babe" Jungkook said , his finger said already making circle figures on your core.
"Yes, Sir. But please, I can't wait anymore." you said whimpering.
And that was all needed for jungkook to insert his big ass finger inside of you. You moaned, you started grinding on it , desperate for the friction.
"A little minx you are, y/n." He then started thrusting his fingers in and out before inserting his second finger. And you were literally cumming.
"Goddamn, did you just cum?" He asked , clearly taken aback. You looked down in embarrasment.
"Fuck y/n, you are driving me crazy each passing second."
"Jeongguk I want you, all of you." You said and that sight felt like a heaven to him. You were so beautiful, laid out like this for him, legs spread, tits out. He wanted to take time and admire every little body part of yours.
He removed his boxers and his dick sprung out. Your expression mirrored genuine surprise. Even pornstars don't have a dick this big.He pumped his dick until some pre-cum leaked out.
"Are you sure about this?" he inquired with a serious tone.
"As sure as I was about my last breakup," you replied nonchalantly. The only motto in your life was having jeongguk inside you right now.
He took out a condom from the drawer, apparently the hotel provided those.
Wrapped his dick, with one last count he entered inside you.
You immediately arched your back, good lord this was the most pleaure you've ever felt. He started pounding inside you, making you realise he was as much impatient as you were.
"Dirty little girl, do you have any idea how hard it was keeping it in my pants today? Huh y/n?" He asked breathlessly.
"You almost flashed me today babe, you wore this for me right? tell me y/n?" Jeongguk asked with a smirk on his face.
"Well I guess it worked." You replied mirroring his expression.
"Oh it worked perfectly, but you deserve a punishment for doing this." His speed increased after saying this. "You aren't allowed to cum until I tell you to." He announced and you opened your eyes to look at him in denial.
"But I'm close!" You said while squeaking.
"Too bad." Was all he said, the speed had you literally bouncing on the bed. Your tits were bouncing up and down with your ecstatic face was a sight for jeongguk.
"I'm gonna cum jeongguk please." You were literally begging expecting him to allow you to do so but his motion came to a halt.
This man denied your orgasm. You whined like a needy brat desperately grinding to make some friction but no, he wasn't moving, instead, he was just looking at you.
"Jeongguk!" You were literally crying. Your eyes begging for him to move.
"Will behave yourself after this?" He asked, his hands on your hips for you to stop grinding every fucking second.
"Yes."
"Who do you belong to?"
"You."
"What's my name."
"Jeongguk."
He slapped your ass. "Wrong."
"Sorry, Sir ."
"That's my good girl." He slapped your ass again, making you yelp.
He started thrusting again, harder this time.
"Fuck ,y/n."
You were literally screaming. This was the best sex you've ever had. And if jeongguk's going to fuck like this, you might as well just start to wear skimpy outfits everyday.
You guys were fucking like animals, you literally had to put your hands on your tits because they were bouncing so much.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" Your words came out like a scream.
"Cum for me y/n." He slapped your ass .
You were freaking squirting on jeongguk's cock. He smirked when he saw you squirting like that. "Who makes you scream like this?" He said as he held your jaw,"Who makes you squirt like this?Hm?"
"You, sir, only you." you said, you were about to pass out but jeongguk didn't finish yet.
He kept pounding and pounding like there's no tomorrow. You tried to match his pace and finally took the time to look at him, the frown on his face made him look hotter than he already is.
"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum y/n. I want to cum on your tits." His words muffled.
You nodded and he took no time to pull out and position his cock between your tits. Your hands started to pump him until he moaned loudly and came hard on your boobs. His cum flowing all the way from your mounds to your belly button.He removed the condom, threw it in the dustbin before making his way back to you.
He patted your thighs in appreciation before landing on the bed next to you.
"That was so good, I'm gonna run us a bath okay?" He said holding your cheek before he made his way to the bathroom.
Until then you took out your phone opened the camera app and positioned it in a way where your tits were visible enough to spot jeongguk's cum,and clicked a selfie with your tongue out.
Feverishly, you sent it on your groupchat with the caption.
Guess who got laid by her jack-ass boss.
THE END
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This marks the end of AMORE. I never thought i'd get so much love, I'll improve myself , your love and feedbacks are always anticipated.
-Lune
#jungkook bts#jungkooksmut#jungkook x reader#jungkook#bangtan#smut#jungkook smut#amore#boss#secretary
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Kidnapped by the Boss
synopsis: Civilian is a secretary to the Prime Minster. But when the political summit between the city states goes awry, she finds herself kidnapped by the very boss she tried to protect and nothing is what it seems.
Civilian woke up that morning before the sun rose, with a to-do list a mile long, and a nervous pit in her stomach that she tried desperately to ignore. Of course she was nervous --the Summit between the city-state leaders was happening that evening. It only occurred once every five years and this was the first time for Civilian ever since she became the Prime Minister's secretary.
Or maybe it was because of the hushed rumor spreading like wildfire that Hidden City would send agents sabotage the Summit. Ever since the Empire split off a hundred years ago, their borders stayed closed, they refused any trade agreements or offers of allyship, and they routinely executed anyone who dared to cross over the Wall that lined their city.
That was just a rumor, she told herself, and a ridiculous one at that. The Hidden City made it perfectly clear they were content to ignore the rest of the continent. Why would they start caring now?
But still the pit remained. The last time she felt like this, an earthquake shook the city and leveled part of the harbor. The time before that, she'd been in a serious car accident. The pit throbbed deep in her gut like an omen and it was never wrong.
Civilian pulled her hair up in a sleek, professional pony tail, dressed in her professional best, grabbed her tablet and clipboard, and started the day anyway.
"Sir, we have to do your final fitting with your stylist at nine, brunch with Senator at 10:30, a meeting with the chief of security at 11:45 and a million other things and you're still eating breakfast?"
She leveled an exasperated glare at the Prime Minister, who sat at the little dining table with a cup of tea and the morning paper, still in his house slippers and undershirt.
He gave her a warm, sunny smile and raised his tea cup in salute.
"Never rush life's simple pleasures, Civilian," he says. "You should join me. There's still some tea left."
"I had coffee, sir. Two hours ago."
He made a face, adorably disgusted, and Civilian tried hard to hang onto her resolve in the face of it. Here lately she'd been getting pinpricks of affection and fondness that went way beyond their standard professional relationship and it was all very distracting. And wildly inappropriate.
Civilian waltzed over and plucked the paper out of his hand. "Can we save the savoring of life's simple pleasures on a day that isn't the Summit?"
"Would you relax?" He pouted as she folded the newspaper back up. "They've had this day planned out to the minute for the last six months. There's hardly anything left to do except wait around til five o'clock."
"Sir," she said, pained. "There is a lot to do before five o'clock."
He sighed, dramatically melancholic. "Alright, alright. I will finish getting dressed. If only to save you from the ulcer that is undoubtedly churning in your stomach. You should stop drinking so much coffee."
"Sir, with respect, you are the cause of it, more so than coffee ever could be."
His laugh followed him down the hallway.
The chaos of the day, herding her boss around as he sighed and pouted and groaned about giving a speech on one of the most important days of his political careers, almost made her forget the pit growing in her stomach.
Civilian ticked the boxes of her to-do list in a smooth, orderly fashion right up until the chief of security came to escort her and Prime Minister to the Summit. His creased brow stayed furrowed, looking for threats in every corner, but tonight his gaze was unusually sharp and stormy. He stepped into her hotel room and shut the door behind him.
"Keep your eyes peeled and your guard up," he told her quietly, leaning close in her space. As if afraid of someone listening. "We've arrested two people trying to break into the Summit Hall already. They were armed."
"Are they from the Hidden City?" she asked, swallowing down the flare of panic.
"They refuse to say but I have no doubt."
Her stomach twisted. "So the rumors are true. What do you think their goal is?"
"Nothing good," he said grimly. "But beyond that, it's impossible to tell. They've kept themselves so cut off, we have on idea what their goals are anymore. Just . . .be careful. I'll be around. If you see anything suspicious, let me know."
He handed her an earpiece and she slipped it in, allowing her freshly curled hair to cover it.
They met the Prime Minister in the hotel lobby.
"See! I can get dressed on time without your nagging," he said, beaming
She managed a wan smile in return. "That's because your stylist is more terrifying than even I am."
He gave her a curious stare before the chief of security thankfully took his attention away. Though the hotel was within walking distance from the Summit, the chief of security insisted they drive. The entire ride she felt the weight of her boss's stare prickle the back of her neck.
When they pulled into the valet parking, the prime minister stepped out first and graciously held his hand out for her. She tried not to dwell on how soft and firm his fingers felt in hers.
"You look like you're going to puke," he said, an eyebrow raised.
"What a coincidence -- I feel like I'm going to puke."
He looked down at her, gaze full of concern. "You really should relax. I don't know what you're expecting, but these events will usually bore you to tears."
Civilian opened her mouth to tell him, to come clean and explain, but something stopped her. Either he would become just as nervous as her and possibly ruin his speech or he would just laugh the rumors off regardless and tell her she worries too much. Nothing productive would come either way.
"You're right. I'm just nervous over the . . .formality of it all. I'll get over it when you start to bore me with your speech."
He smiled, slow and warm. "That's my girl."
He chucked her under the chin and her gaze dipped down, trying to hide her sudden blush. When he turned away, her hand shot out and grabbed his.
"Wait! You're bowtie's crooked," she said.
Without thinking, she reached up and straightened it and then smoothed her hands down the satin lapels.
"What would I do without you," he said with a soft solemnity that made her chest flutter.
"Probably walking around, looking stupid," she retorted, trying to control the riot of butterflies that had erupted in her chest.
Her boss was right -- the Summit was dreadfully boring but Civilian took a weird sort of comfort in the predictability of it. In fact, they had finally started to relax as their boss intended when he leaned over and whispered, "Darling, I think I left my cue cards at the hotel."
Civilian rolled her eyes. "This is why I scanned them into my tablet."
She reached down under her seat -- and froze. The tablet was gone. Civilian felt around under the seat as inconspicuous as she could, but the space was empty.
"It's not here," she whispered, horrified.
He raised his eyebrows and said, mildly, "Well . . .that is unfortunate."
"I swear to god I brought it with me. I never go anywhere without it!"
"I didn't remember seeing it. Are you sure it's not back at the hotel?"
"How are you so calm about this?" she hissed.
"Well, darling, it has to be somewhere. I suggested you start walking -- and preferably before I have to give my speech."
As discreetly as she could, Civilian slipped out of the assembly room before making a mad dash down the hallway the second she was out of view. Her mind raced, trying to remember what she did with her tablet. She had taken it with her -- she had. She'd stake her life on it! She had to have left it in the car. Pivoting away from the front doors, she made her way instead to the parking garage.
Just before she reached the doors to the parking garage, the power shut off, plunging the hallway in total darkness.
"Where are you?"
The Chief of security's voice crackled in her ear.
"What's going on?" she asked, heart pounding. In the background of his transmission she could hear yelling.
"Where are you?"
"By the parking garage!"
"Hidden City's Agents have flooded the assembly room. Get out now. I'll take care of Prime Minster."
A gunshot cut off the transmission. Civilian stood by the door for one paralyzing moment before survival kicked in. She took off her heels and sprinted out into the cavern of the parking garage. The late evening sun gave her enough light to see by. The screams and thundering sounds of footsteps started filtering from outside, followed by the echo of bullets. She kept to the wall, inching as fast as she could between it and the cars, hoping for cover.
Turning the corner, she saw a familiar figure standing off to the side in an empty parking space. Her knees went weak in relief to see Prime Minster unharmed. A car screeched up the other side -- their car. Through the windshield, however, was an unfamiliar face --
The car jerked to a stop and the Prime Minster reached out for the back door --
"Sir!" she yelled, waving her arm. "Sir! Thank God I found you!"
He froze at the sound of her voice, a strange, twisted expression flickering across his face so fast she almost missed it. She dodged between cars and ran down the open space to him.
"What are you doing here?" he said, looking bewildered. "I thought you left for the hotel!"
"You can't get into that car -- that's not our driver," she hissed, grabbing his hand.
He yanked himself out of her grasp. "What?"
"That's not the same person who took us here!"
"How do you kn--"
The echo of gunshots interrupted him.
"Get in the car," he said -- demanded.
"But the driv--"
"Get. In. The. Car."
He flipped the door open and shoved her in, climbing in behind her. They had barely shut the door before the car screeched forward, tires squealing. Civilian was thrown painfully against the door.
The pit in her stomach ached --danger danger danger.
"What the fuck is she doing here?" shouted the driver.
"Slight change of plan," said the prime minister through gritted teeth.
The driver said something rapid-fire in another language and the prime minister responded, his tone sharp and angry and nothing like she's heard before.
Civilian stared between them with growing horror.
"What's happening?" she demanded. "Do you know him?"
Prime Minister sighed, sounding like his old theatrical self, but it gave her no comfort.
"What is happening, my darling secretary, is that due to your failure to follow basic instructions, you are getting kidnapped. Congratulations.
Part 2 Here
#Hero x villain#Villain x civilian#Boss x secretary#I might make it villain x sidekick or sidekick x civilian later#Enemies to lovers#My writing#Not a prompt
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Afternoon Snack | ceo!Bucky x reader
summary: CEO!Bucky has a snack between meetings
warnings: oral f!receiving, like one thing of praise, if you squint slight exhibitionism, and a little overstimulation, 18+ to interact
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You’re gonna get caught.
And just the thought adds to the shaking of your legs as you grip the wooden desk behind you harder.
Bucky's got your skirt bunched at the hips as he sits on his knees between your thighs. The soft pants from him as he eats you out in his office echo and cause a new wave of slick to form as you whimper in need.
“Taste so good, baby.” His voice is slightly muffled between your plush thighs as he laps at your drooling cunt. His tongue licking broad strokes up your puffy wet folds has your eyes rolling back and your fingers tugging on his hair as your knees almost give out.
But Bucky supports your weight. Moving a leg over his shoulder and pushing you to lean back, his desk now digging into your ass as he buries his face deeper into your pretty pussy.
The burn in your abdomen expands with each lick and slurp from the handsome man on the floor before you and when his lips wrap around your puffy sensitive clit, your mind short circuits. Your hand slapping over your mouth as you cry out in pleasure, another gush of your essence dripping into Bucky’s welcoming mouth.
The sounds of your soaking pussy and the slurps from Bucky shouldn’t turn you on this much but it has your orgasm hurdling closer as Bucky eats you out like a man starved, his fingers digging into the tops of your thigh that’s over his shoulder as you cry out in pleasure.
And Bucky’s eyes are dark, half-lidded in lust as he sees your head thrown back, eyes screwed shut in euphoria because of him. Your cries are still muffled by your hand that’s over your mouth and it has him feral that you have to do it to keep quiet, wishing he could hear all the pretty whines and moans that come spilling from your lips for him.
But then everyone would know what was happening to you behind his closed office door and it makes him groan, the vibrations going straight to your clit and making you shiver in response.
His mouth sucks your little bundle of nerves back into his mouth hungrily, his tongue flicking the nub just as his fingers sink into your warm heat. He curses at how your walls suck his fingers in greedily and he shakes his head side to side, tongue pressed firmly on your clit as he curls his fingers and makes you vibrate above him.
Pretty tears collect on your eyelashes and you’re pushed over the edge. The fingers that were still threaded in his hair, push his face closer to your cunt as you sob behind your other hand. The orgasm rocking through your body and leaving you a babbling mess as you rut your pretty pussy over Bucky’s mouth.
And Bucky’s there to take everything you give and then some. Tongue lapping at your tender clit as you pull on his hair and whine in protest, body jerking from the overstimulation.
Your thighs are still shaking in the after-shocks when Bucky finally pulls away. And your glossy eyes watch him lick his dripping fingers clean, your arousal smeared over his nose, mouth and down his chin.
The sight has your pussy clenching around nothing and his blue eyes meet yours, a dark smirk dancing on his lips. He’s satisfied, for now.
#assembletheimagines#bucky smut#bucky barnes smut#smut#bucky x reader smut#bucky barnes x reader smut#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes x oyu#bucky x y/n#bucky barnes x y/n#is this a boss x secretary#or were you dropping by to give him lunch and he decided you would be much better to eat?#i'll let you decide amongst yourselves
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💙❤ IidaTodo with Fem! Secretary Shoto and her boss Iida ✨
#mha#bnha#bnha fanart#my hero acadamy#fanart#iida fanart#iida#iida tenya#todoroki shoto fanart#Fem Shoto#Todoroki Shoto#todoroki#Iida x Shoto#Iida x Todoroki#IidaShoto#TodoIida#CEO Iida Tenya#Secretary Shoto#Boss Iida
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