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To be very clear, Taehyung loves his job. Jeon & Kim LLC is one of the top law firms in their country, predominantly known for having the highest success rate in criminal defense cases.

Taehyung’s dreamt of working for the firm for quite some time. There’s a slight rush when he enters the building every morning; top lawyers are walking here to there with case files in their hands, most preparing for a court case or interviews with clients. 

Behind them trail the assistants, the ones responsible for gathering the files and paperwork, like ducklings following their mother to the final destination. In their hands rest coffee cups and manilla folders often overstuffed with forms that require a signature here, an initial there, a simple edit at the top, or even a date at the bottom. These are the smaller things that big-time lawyers such as Park Jimin, Park Seojoon, and Kim Seokjin don’t have the time to deal with. 

Taehyung feels bad for the assistants sometimes. He sees how hard they work, how quickly and efficiently they have to keep up with the pace in the office. He sees the rude treatment they often receive from people who happen to rest on a higher rung of the ladder. A sixth grader can write closing points better than this and I said three sugars. This tastes like there’s a gallon of sugar in it. Remake it. The lack of respect for assistants has always been apparent in the building. Taehyung noticed it on his first day when he walked by a man– who was dressed too well for the occasion– with his nose turned up and his mouth silent, despite the friendly “hello” passed to him.

So that’s how it works around here. The food chain can be brutal. You’re either up there, or you’re not.

The office is quiet, especially at 6:30 in the morning. Not a soul walks the halls beside the interns and the janitors polishing the floors. Shiny and damned near perfect, unscuffed and unscathed, only to be ruined once the doors to heaven (hell to some people) open for clients and potential partners at 10 AM.

He’s early today, extremely early, if he’s being honest. His internal circadian rhythm appears to be a little off the deep end because going to bed at quarter to midnight and waking up at five in the morning just isn’t normal for him.

“Mornin’ beautiful.”

Taehyung’s head snaps up, unnatural platinum blonde hair swaying just a little around his ears as he meets the eyes of the one and only Mr. Park Seojoon. Holding the third-place spot after Park Jimin, Seojoon is one of the highest-ranking criminal defense lawyers in the firm. “Candy apple red lipstick, huh? The color’s stunning on you.”

Seojoon sets his briefcase down on the floor in front of the large, brown oak desk before leaning forward. He rests his head on his forearms and eyes the blonde a little more. His gaze moves from those milk chocolate brown eyes accentuated by thin dark liner to Taehyung’s plush, bright red lips. The color does suit him. It brings out the definition of his slight cupid’s bow and draws attention to the thickness of his bottom lip, which men around the office seem to love the most. The top two buttons of Taehyung’s floral print button-up shirt are undone (a little skin is a good amount of exposure, his mother was always right), and hanging around his neck is a thin gold necklace with a snake charm.

“Flattery suits you,” Taehyung smirks. The pen in his hand playfully points towards the dark-haired male standing in front of him as if he were holding onto a knife. “Are you trying to cheat and earn more brownie points? Yesterday it was a mocha latte, and now you’re sucking up with compliments.”

Seojoon holds his hands up in surrender and laughs to himself. He is trying to earn brownie points, that’s not a secret to either of them. Taehyung noticed Seojoon staring at him the moment he became Jeon Jeongguk’s secretary. Flirting has become second nature now that it’s been more than six months of chasing; Seojoon brown-noses and buys him things like flowers, lattes, even a teddy bear on Valentine’s Day, hoping that he’ll lure Taehyung out of his clothes and into bed. The attention is nice, the blonde won’t deny it, but he kind of feels bad for the guy.

He’s not interested and that’s how it’s going to stay. Flirting is fun, so of course Taehyung isn’t going to give it up, but dating him? That’s a bridge to never be crossed.

“Okay, you caught me. I was told if I earn enough, I can cash them in for a night with you,” Seojoon mutters quietly. He hasn’t taken his eyes off Taehyung since this whole interaction started five minutes ago, and the blonde can’t tell if he’s blinked either. It’s a little disconcerting, but that’s a small detail.

Taehyung won’t deny it– Seojoon looks good. He’s very attractive, there’s no doubt about that. He stands at six feet and two inches with short, dark hair and pretty pink lips. His top lip is thinner than the bottom, but they’re still very kissable lips, hands down.

(Not that Taehyung would know, of course.)

“Oh yeah?” Taehyung reaches up and gently takes Seojoon’s tie between his thumb and index finger. A slight pull makes the taller male lean forward, and just like that Taehyung has him on a leash– quite literally. He sees the fire burning in Seojoon’s dark eyes, the way his lips slightly part as if he’s waiting for a kiss, even the way his shoulders tense and his grip on the edge of the desk tightens. This man is waiting to finally receive something he’s been desperate for, and for less than a millisecond, Taehyung considers getting into bed with him. “Who told you that?”

The taller man smells of cologne– it smells expensive, whatever that means in Taehyung’s head– and aftershave. Those two scents make his stomach flutter because it’s the smell of power and status. Golden tie bar, hair neatly trimmed and parted towards the left side, and flashy white teeth– this man bleeds money. 

Their faces are less than three inches away from each other and close enough to feel the warmth of each breath fanning out over their skin. Peppermint, the smell makes Taehyung blink a few times, but he can’t deny it’s attractive. If he leans in just a little more, Seojoon will finally get a taste of the sweetest candy.

“You did, of course,” Seojoon smirks. “Your mouth might not have said it, but I see the way you’re arching towards me and trying not to stare at my lips. You’re playing hard-to-get, but I fuckin’ love a good chase, doll.”

“I–”

“Good morning, Taehyung.” 

A hard and curt voice breaks the magnetic pull between the two men. The tie slips from Taehyung’s fingers and he slowly takes a seat in his office chair. He had been so wrapped up in flirting with Seojoon, acting as if he’s a high schooler trying to avoid getting fucked on the desk, that he didn’t hear the ding from the elevator.

“Oh!” Taehyung fixes one of the buttons on his shirt and looks up when Jeongguk stops next to Seojoon. His irises don’t tell a story as others do in the morning. When greeting people, taking names, or calling to notify employees of their arrived appointments, Taehyung reads each story. From tales of exhaustion and nights of restlessness– or maybe just the stress from everyday life– to stories of love and excitement, Taehyung has seen and heard it all.

Jeonnguk’s eyes are different.

His chestnut brown eyes are void of emotions in the morning, but his boss’s face tells the story of lifelessness. It’s early, way too early, and he can tell Jeongguk doesn’t want to be in the office. Perhaps he’d rather be underneath the bedspread in his bedroom or drinking a cup of coffee in his kitchen. Throughout the day, life slowly returns to his eyes, but his face remains expressionless unless he’s dissatisfied and frustrated. Once his eyebrows are knitted together and his scowl is obvious; nobody interacts with him when he’s in that state.

Taehyung likes working for Jeongguk. Again, don’t mistake him for being unsatisfied. He loves working for Jeongguk. The monthly salary is far higher than he expected for someone in his position, the hours are flexible, and Jeongguk does absolutely nothing to upset or distract him from working. Part of him wants to know the story behind those eyes, but he likes the mystery as well. “G-Good morning, Mr. Jeon.”

He’s a little embarrassed. How does he look his superior in the eye after he walked in on that scene? To anyone who doesn’t know the situation between Seojoon and Taehyung, they would believe they’re dating and were about to get busy in the front entrance of the sixteenth floor.

“I’ll be in your office within forty-five minutes to review your schedule. Coffee, black with three sugars, along with the files you asked me to compile will be ready when I get there.”

The scent in the air changes dramatically, much to Taehyung’s surprise and pleasure. This is the scent of wealth, power, and control– there’s a new car smell underneath sweet vanilla and cherry blossoms resonating from Jeongguk, specifically on his neck and from his wrists. One would think it’s the smell of fragility or femininity, but don’t be mistaken. Taehyung has witnessed his superior chew interns out without yelling, or flinching when they return the favor, which only results in a jobless intern and a new steaming black coffee on Jeongguk’s desk courtesy of none other than his cherished secretary.

“If I’m not mistaken, Mr. Park, I believe you have a case to be working on.” Jeongguk turns his attention from Taehyung to the man standing next to him. The blonde notices that Seojoon is taller by two inches, but the look on Jeongguk’s face doesn’t seem unnerved in the least– his aura fills the room despite the height difference. Jeongguk is on the highest rung of the ladder, and Seojoon is a mere three steps beneath him. Taehyung watches with a hint of baby pink dusting his cheeks as Jeongguk reaches over and brushes a bit of dirt from Seojoon’s suit jacket; his expression is everything but amused. “You’re excused.”

The taller brunette clears his throat and picks his briefcase up from the floor. With a single wink and a flash of a pearly white smile, he begins to walk away from the desk. “I’ll see you around, beautiful.”

“Bye,” Taehyung giggles and waves. Jeongguk glares between the two of them, mostly at his secretary, before checking the gold watch on his wrist again and walking into his office. The blonde has to admit that even though it was a little embarrassing having his boss see him in a lewd position with such a high-ranking coworker, there was an underlying element of excitement bubbling beneath his skin. 

The longer Taehyung thinks about it, he begins to wonder if he wanted to get caught like that. Knowing that one man, his boss of all people, saw him standing there with his lips merely centimeters apart from another man's sends a shiver up his spine. The tingling in his nerves and between his legs is foreign, but he revels in the feeling.

The break room is silent save for the coffee machine humming as it dispenses the hot liquid into a mug. The Devil’s Juice , that’s his name for the dark brown, almost black, drink. It never sits right on his tongue no matter how many attempts he’s made.

As a teenager, he grew up with the impression that coffee was sophisticated. His father taught for twenty years as a philosophy professor, and every morning he carried a mug of coffee around the kitchen. Coffee before class, coffee after class. His mother drank it as well, but hers was always cold and smelled of caramel.

Namjoon, the Kim in Jeon & Kim LLC, drinks coffee every morning. Taehyung watches his older brother come from the elevator with his coat and briefcase in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. Sophistication and class come with the devil’s juice, he’s sure.

It never bothers Taehyung that he can’t drink coffee. Lattes are sweeter and bring a smile to his face every morning– Seojoon actually earned quite a few brownie points for the sweetened drink he received yesterday.

“Good morning again, sir,” Taehyung says once he enters Jeongguk’s office. It’s easy to see the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind his superior, and Taehyung sighs quietly at the sight of the thin layer of clouds. Looks like it’s another day of grey skies, damp sidewalks, and far too much wind blowing his hair in every direction. (For the record, it takes him a long time to get his hair this fabulous in the morning.) “I’ve got the files you asked for on both the Simmons case next month and the Choi case three months from now.”

He sets the coffee mug down on the glass top of the desk before smoothing out his shirt and sitting down in the chair before his boss. While Jeongguk takes a few sips of his scorching hot coffee, Taehyung waits patiently. The office is large– larger than any office in the building as far as Taehyung knows– and the color palette is exactly what would be expected from someone with an aura like Jeongguk’s.

In the corners sit green office plants, live ones believe it or not. They’re neatly trimmed into perfect rectangles and sit in black ceramic, hand-crafted pots– Taehyung knows all of these details because he both purchased and cares for them. Plants bring life to the room , Jeongguk had said. I heard if you talk to them and listen, they’ll talk back to you.

There’s minimal decor on the walls and floating shelves. To the right of his desk hang both of his framed undergraduate degrees in business and law, as well as his framed Juris Doctor degree. According to Namjoon, Jeongguk received one of the highest scores on his LEET to get into law school, and upon completion, he finished with the third-highest score on the bar exam. Someone who isn’t to be fucked with once he steps into the courtroom . The dark rays of determination and drive radiate from Jeongguk’s entire frame– his clients are never worried . Jeongguk hardly goes to trial, but his record is cleaner than a whistle.

On the floating shelves rests three things, and three things only: a bonsai tree, a framed photograph of Jeongguk, his parents, and Namjoon once he graduated from law school, and a digital clock. The file cabinets in the corner are exactly what everyone believes they look like, except the very top cabinet– that one stays locked at all times and the only person with the key is Jeongguk. To the average client or employee, Jeongguk’s office is plain and boring. To Taehyung, the office fits his boss perfectly.

“I’ve gone through each case to double check the–”

“May I ask you a question, Taehyung?” Jeongguk sets his coffee mug on the glass surface of his desk and gets comfortable in his large office chair. Each of his elbows are perched on the leather armrests and his hands are folded in front of his chest. 

Taehyung doesn’t understand why the simple question makes the back of his neck begin to burn. Maybe it’s the change in the deep brown eyes currently staring at him. Jeongguk’s eyes are normally cold, his stare is hard (and sometimes full of boredom) when he’s working with a client or an aspiring partner preaching the reasons why they should work together.

Right now, however, there’s a small flame in them. The embers are barely noticeable, but after working for Jeongguk longer than six months, Taehyung catches every minuscule change. He takes a moment to search the brunette’s face, looking for any hint of anger or discontent, then quickly runs down the list of things that needed to be done before Jeongguk returned to the office after the weekend.

He put the files together, he emailed Jeongguk a copy of the transcript from Jimin’s most recent win in court, the plants were watered before he left on Friday evening, and of course, the coffee is not currently cold.

His outfit, however, now that might be a bit of a pointer. The top of his shirt is open, even though he fixed one button, and his pants are a little tight-fitting around his waist and ass. He thought he looked good when he left his apartment, even his four-inch heels made him feel more confident than normal. He doesn’t wear heels often, but when he does, his inner brat tends to slip out, hence the encounter with Seojoon not even ninety minutes ago.  

Maybe it’s his lipstick. Candy apple red is quite an ostentatious and flashy color, but he couldn’t help matching it with the red roses on his shirt. His older brother taught him to always dress with style. Never leave your house unless you can get heads turning in your direction. 

“Of course, sir. Is there something wrong?”

“Do you take your job seriously?”

Taehyung is in trouble and he knows it. Flirting around with Seojoon at the front desk– the first thing people see once they step out of the elevator– was an extremely poor choice on his part. He shouldn’t have fed into that shit, but of course, he got swept up.

“Of course I do.”

“Then please explain to me why I stepped from the elevator at seven in the morning and witnessed you practically crawling over the desk to kiss a man who drives a Prius, lazes around his office, and leaves his important casework for the interns.”

“I–”

“Is this a whorehouse or a law firm?”

Taehyung stops, debating on how he should answer the question. Obviously , it’s a law firm, but he does like to play around every once in a while. Men stare, he’s very aware of that fact, and he doesn’t blame them. Call him conceited or shallow, but Taehyung knows he’s attractive– curvy, blonde, tall, and pretty in the face. His intelligence and professionalism are an active bonus, but not one man is focused on those qualities when he walks around wearing pencil skirts or flowy tops.

Taehyung crosses his legs to show off his bright red stilettos. This is probably going to be a bad idea, but to hell with it. He doesn’t see anything wrong with having a little fun once in a while– maybe Jeongguk will find it amusing.

(No, he won’t.)

“Well, it’s a law firm, sir.” Taehyung stifles a giggle because he knows his next statement will get him into serious trouble. On a normal day, Taehyung always watches his mouth– no profanity or anything vulgar of any kind. But this morning, Seojoon stirred him up with the flirting, and now he’s hanging onto the edge of a cliff.

Sitting on his shoulder is a much smaller version of himself wearing red heels and matching lipstick. His smooth and completely naked honey skin is on display, and the smirk on his face screams mischief. Taehyung tries to keep that little devil on a leash, but every so often, it slips from his hand. Say it, baby. Live a little.

“Right, so I don’t–”

“But it can be both , depending on who’s watching and listening.”

The room falls unnervingly silent. Taehyung doesn’t have an ounce of regret in his bones. Saying what he did stirs up the butterflies in his stomach, and sure enough, it brought a faint pink blush to Jeongguk’s cheeks. There’s a side to everyone that comes out under the right circumstances, and Taehyung thinks he might have found the perfect scenario.

“I beg your pardon?”

“I said–”

“Oh, I heard what you said, Kim Taehyung.” Jeongguk swiftly cuts him off and stands up from his chair. His dark hair moves from his forehead once he brushes it to the side with his index finger, and he walks around the desk– something about the air in the room screams trouble , but pushing Jeongguk’s buttons makes the blonde fidget in his seat. Finally, there’s some kind of emotion in his eyes. It’s not anger, nor is it annoyance; it’s a look that Taehyung can’t quite recognize.

“I’m giving you a chance to correct what you said before I reprimand you.” Jeongguk stops walking once he makes it to the door and flips the lock in place. Click . The deadbolt is heavy, and Jeongguk only locks it for two things: either someone is about to be fired, or someone is about to receive a run-down for a new case. The details for both are confidential, and the deadbolt ensures it stays that way.

Such a simple statement raises goosebumps along Taehyung’s exposed skin. He knows he isn’t about to receive new details for a case, not after those words came from his mouth. A whorehouse . Taehyung said his job could become a whorehouse depending on who is watching and listening.

“Park Seojoon.”

The name spits from his boss’s mouth as if there is a pungent and disgusting taste, something like cheap perfume, on his tongue. Taehyung knows Seojoon isn’t the most liked person around the firm; he behaves exactly how Jeongguk mentioned. There’s always coffee that’s been reheated at least three times sitting on the corner of Seojoon’s desk throughout the day, and nearly all of the interns have labeled him as one lazy bastard with a God complex. As the highest-ranking member of Jeon & Kim LLC, Jeongguk looks down on those who don’t behave accordingly, and Seojoon falls first in line. 

Jeongguk stands behind Taehyung and leans down just a little, each hand resting on the arms of the chair his secretary is currently sitting in. There’s that smell again– sweet vanilla and cherry blossoms with just a hint of a new car.

“Cheap cologne,” Jeongguk starts. Cheap according to who ? The scent that wafted up Taehyung’s nose back near his desk nearly made him drool. Compared to the much too expensive fragrances Jeongguk wears, perhaps Seojoon’s is cheap. “A suit jacket with a snag in the seam, a 2018 model of a Prius, and far too much hair gel. Sometimes I wonder if he made his way to the top through actual practice or riding on the coattails of his interns. Of all the men in this firm, you lean over a desk for him . I expected your taste in men to be better than that, Taehyung.”

The blonde wonders if he’s being scolded for unprofessionalism or simply because Seojoon was the one with his lips so close. It’s hard to tell with the subtle, almost unnoticeable, inflection in Jeongguk’s voice. The way he spits out insults, mocking the poor design choices and lack of ambition within the man down the hall, makes Taehyung squirm inside.

Jeongguk is jealous. He has to be jealous. For something so unprofessional such as blatant and vulgar flirting at the front desk, Taehyung should be fired or suspended at the least. His attire was revealing, the air smelled of lust, and to Jeongguk, it looked like he was about to get fucked on the desk right then and there. Any other boss would fire his inferior employee on the spot, tell him to pack up his desk, and leave.

Taehyung’s boss isn’t focused on unprofessionalism, nor is he concerned with Taehyung’s choice of clothing. A revealing shirt and open flirting don’t seem to bother him, no.

From what Taehyung can hear in Jeongguk’s tone, the problem isn’t the action. The recipient of his coy smile and flirtatious actions is the most important issue. To Taehyung, it seems like Jeongguk is upset because he wasn’t leaning over the desk and showing off his pretty smile to someone with more money, status, power . To be specific, someone like Jeongguk, himself.

“You think I have bad taste?” Taehyung pouts. He folds his arms across his chest and turns his head slightly to peek at Jeongguk. Their faces are close, almost closer than the encounter with Seojoon earlier, and Taehyung inhales deeply.

“I never pegged you as the jealous type, sir.” 

Jeongguk is silent.

“Watch your mouth, Taehyung,” Jeongguk sneers into his secretary’s ear after a few moments. “I would never and will never be jealous of someone as sloppy and arrogant as him.”

“No?” Taehyung challenges with a coy smirk on his red lips and an eyebrow raised. He unfolds his arms and reaches back to toy with the end of Jeongguk’s sleek black tie. “So what exactly are you reprimanding me for? Because, from what I’m hearing, it sounds like you’re more upset about me flirting with him than me flirting at the front desk. It’s a little suspicious if you ask me.”

“I didn’t ask you,” Jeongguk snaps. Both the harshness and annoyance in his voice make Taehyung’s stomach backflip a few times out of bubbling fear. His boss has never spoken to him like this– not when he accidentally shredded vital information pertaining to a capital murder case, or when he tripped and spilled Jeongguk’s scalding coffee all over the elder’s brand new suit. Jeongguk has always been gentle with him in his own way. Although his voice is cold and unamused most of the time, he’s never snapped or growled at Taehyung like he is now.

“You didn’t,” the blonde agrees. His hand is still toying with and slightly tugging on Jeongguk’s tie. He’s testing the limit and trying to see how far his superior can go before he snaps and actually fires or suspends him. In retrospect, Taehyung considers it to be an absolutely idiotic idea, but to hell with it. He’s either going to get fired or get lucky, and although the odds are vague, he’s going to play the game anyways.

“But you’re sort of like an open book right now. It’s very obvious considering your tone and body posture. You should know those two things are very important, sir, you’re an attorney after–”

Taehyung’s voice catches in his throat and he lets out a small squeak when Jeongguk’s hand tangles into the light-colored locks on his head and yanks hard. The pull isn’t strong enough to tear any hair from his scalp or hurt his neck, but the shock and tingle down his spine cause the tie to slip from his hand. He winces and whines when the pull gets harder, but he’s in no position to challenge or push the limits anymore.

With Jeongguk’s hand fisting his hair, the gears in Taehyung’s head grind and stall until they’re at a complete stop. His boss is scolding him, but is this how it usually goes? Does Jeongguk do this to the interns that get fired? Is this the reason why some of them leave in tears?

“I told you to watch your mouth, Taehyung.” The blonde watches with wide pupils as Jeongguk leans over a little more and glares at him from the corner of his eye. Flames. If they could literally exist in Jeongguk’s eyes, Taehyung would melt under the heat.

“Here’s the thing.” 

Jeongguk takes a long pause after saying those three words and looks straight through the pristine and clean windows. The clouds are crying now, dripping their tears onto the earth and catching some on the glass. Even on the sixteenth floor, they still capture those large raindrops and listen to the loud splatter. “You represent me as my personal assistant, right?”

Taehyung swallows and hums in agreement. He fears his voice will crack or Jeongguk will pull harder if he tries to speak, so humming is the best he can do at this moment.

“So I’m sure you know I don’t want my personal assistant walking around the office and behaving like a slut. Both of our reputations are on the line, and I will not tolerate the kind of shit you pulled.”

Taehyung sits still, one hand holding onto Jeongguk’s wrist and the other gripping the arm of the chair. He tries to breathe slowly and slow the rapid beating of his heart, but it’s fruitless as long as there’s a hand pulling on his hair and forcing his head back. His pupils must be blown wide with slight fear now because maybe he really did piss Jeongguk off and he’ll actually get fired. Teasing and toying are fun, but losing his job would be a real problem.

“You’re not going to apologize?” Jeongguk scoffs and releases his grip, practically shoving Taehyung’s head forward and walking around to face him. With his head down, the blonde pants harshly and stares down at the bows on the back of his heels.

Candy apple.

Seojoon said the color looks stunning on him, specifically on his lips. He’s right, there’s no doubt in Taehyung’s mind that the color looks pretty on him, but it just might have gotten him in trouble too. Red heels, red lips, floral shirt with red roses– he went the extra mile today, but it’s always been one of his favorite colors.

Taehyung’s train of thought breaks and he yelps in surprise when Jeongguk grabs onto one of his hands and pulls him from the chair so they’re standing at the same height. The air is thick with heat and frustration, and Taehyung isn’t sure what to do or say, only fidgets and looks out the window as he shrinks under his boss’s gaze. 

He’s not going to apologize, why would he? Flirting is harmless, and frankly, seeing Jeongguk riled up and angry over something so petty is exciting.

The gap between them is filled with electricity and some kind of magnetic pull– the urge to move forward and practically jump onto Jeongguk is astronomical , but of course, Taehyung is going to behave himself. He’s already in trouble for flirting around with Seojoon, the last thing he wants is to jump on his boss when the road isn’t leading to any kind of sexual encounter. That would be more inappropriate than flirting, and it’d be downright mortifying.

“My belt.”

Two words. Taehyung is unsure if Jeongguk is instructing him to do something, or if he’s simply pointing out the fact that he’s wearing what appears to be a brand new belt with a nearly sparkling silver buckle.

“Undo it. Now.”

Taehyung blinks a few times before a playful smirk tugs at the corners of his red lips. Taking off his boss’s belt, that’s where this is leading? He wasn’t reading the room wrong, and jumping on Jeongguk wouldn’t have actually been as bad of an idea as he thought. He stays put, hands fidgeting with the lower buttons on his shirt, and watches for any signs of humor in his boss’s eyes.

Nothing.

He feels small and vulnerable under Jeongguk’s gaze, but he’s never been one to back down from an unspoken challenge. Even in high school, Taehyung was bold and daring– it often got him in trouble, but he lives to this day without a single regret.

“I have thirty–”

“Would you like me to get on my knees too, sir?” He teases and closes the small gap. His nails toy with the buckle, tapping on it and creating a clink , before he slowly slips the leather material from its place. When he begins to unfasten the inner button on Jeongguk’s pants, a firm grip on his wrist stops him. Before he can protest, Jeongguk clasps his other hand around his neck and glares at him. There isn’t any pressure behind the grip, but the act alone startles the blonde into behaving.

“I said my belt . Quit behaving like a cock hungry bitch and follow simple instructions, Taehyung. Can you do that? I have twenty-eight minutes left, and if I’m late for my conference call, there will be hell to pay.”

Taehyung likes to think he’s a fairly smart guy, but when he meets the darkness in Jeongguk’s brown eyes, he takes the hint and decides to test the limit once more. Hearing the blatantly threatening tone in his boss’s voice only stirs butterflies in his tummy– he’s not afraid, despite knowing he should be.

“Yeah?” He grins. Even with Jeongguk’s large hand wrapped around his throat, he still has the nerve and guts to push for a challenge. Any sane person would scream at him for doing something so idiotic, but the blonde loves testing the limits, even if it ends with him neck deep in Shit Creek. “And if I don’t follow your instructions, are you gonna fire me?”

He snakes his free hand down into the front of Jeongguk’s pants and hisses softly. He’s long forgotten about Jeongguk’s hand on his throat– his focus is now shifted to the fact that he’s palming what feels like a seven-inch cock already leaking at the tip.

“Shit.” It’s a soft whisper that leaves Taehyung’s lips. His tongue darts out briefly and touches his apple-red lower lip before catching it between his teeth. Jeongguk’s cock is warm to the touch, and Taehyung gently grazes his fingertip up the single prominent vein on the underside. He’s teasing and treading in dangerous waters– if he does get fired, he’ll have to explain why to Namjoon (what is he supposed to say? I tried to seduce my boss ?) – but so far, Jeongguk hasn’t given up yet.

He hasn’t blinked. The blonde notices easily that Jeongguk hasn’t blinked yet, but he’s actually glaring with disdain and lust buried under what appears to be anger. With the dark locks hanging in his face and the way his jaw is set, one would think Jeongguk is about to explode in a fit of rage. That never happens. His eyes are locked on the entire time his secretary strokes his clothed cock.

Instead, Taehyung sucks in a breath and whines when Jeongguk squeezes his throat and touches their foreheads together. He can smell the raspberry chapstick on his boss’s pink lips, can nearly taste the bitter Devil’s Juice on his tongue without physically pressing their tongues together– hell, his pussy begins to drip at the mere thoughts of kissing and feeling the divots and imperfections under the suit. He wants to feel the softness of Jeongguk’s skin, the warmth of his naked cock, and the wet kisses from his lips.

“Remove your hand.”

Jeongguk’s demands are simple, curt, and straight to the point. Taehyung has always known his boss to be that way. He’s heard the way the brunette speaks on the phone– his words are not mere suggestions. The CEO lays down the rules, and his words are the law. Anyone who doesn’t like the law can pack their desk and find a new firm to work for.

Right now, Jeongguk is laying down the law, and Taehyung debates on whether or not he should listen.

“I’ll give you the count of one to get your hand out of my pants, Taehyung. You’re starting to piss me off.”

Another devilish grin pulls at the corner of the blonde’s lips before he slowly begins to remove his hand from Jeongguk’s slacks. Once the grip on his neck loosens and the hand disappears, Taehyung finally giggles and takes two steps back to admire a little. Open pants, unbuckled belt, and the faintest shade of pink in his boss’s cheeks– Jeongguk is the definition of sex on legs . Under other circumstances, Taehyung would very well try to take this man home, but unfortunately, sleeping with the boss is not allowed.

“Twenty minutes,” Taehyung sings after gazing at the clock. He’s digging the grave a little deeper without even realizing it.

Before he can think or even make an attempt at resisting, Jeongguk snatches him by the wrist once more. The glass is ice cold against his cheek, and he’s left in a slight daze when he finds himself being able to now look directly at the greyscale rug under the desk. Taehyung blinks once, twice, thrice before finally coming to the realization that he is bent over his boss’s desk. 

The warmth of Jeongguk’s body is draped over his back, and the weight presses him harder into the glass– he hopes it doesn’t crack under the pressure. The last thing the two of them need is to explain to Namjoon how his younger brother got glass in his face and cuts on his chest.

“Move and you’re fired,” Jeongguk whispers into his secretary’s ear. It’s an empty threat if Taehyung’s ever heard one, he knows that Jeongguk isn’t going to fire him, especially after getting him into such a compromising position. The deadbolt might be in place, but anyone could come knocking or simply peek through the half-opened blinds in front of the glass windows near the door.

Taehyung giggles when he hears Jeongguk remove his leather belt from the loops and snap it once to straighten out the material.

“What’s my punishment, Jeongguk?” His name tastes foreign on Taehyung’s tongue, but the blonde quickly becomes addicted. The way his boss’s name drips from his mouth makes him quiver inside, and he’s becoming a little ashamed to admit that his pussy is dripping more than before. “Are you gonna spank me?”

When his tight-fitting pants disappear, reality actually sets in. Taehyung pushed the limit, he overstepped the boundary, and now he’s paying the price for it. They’ve got exactly ten minutes before Jeongguk’s conference call with Namjoon and the chairman starts, and in that short amount of time, Taehyung is scared that he’s going to feel his boss’s true wrath.

“Red lace.” The words spit from the brunette’s mouth as if he’s truly disgusted with Taehyung’s choice of underwear. The material shreds almost like butter under a heated knife when Jeongguk easily snatches it off. He’s going commando for the rest of the day– how uncomfortable.“As expected from someone who enjoys being a cocktease for men with no ambition.”

Taehyung isn’t sure if he should take offense to that or not. Red lace is his favorite; it makes him feel sexy, classy, and wanted. Men would kill to see a beauty like him wearing red lace panties with matching sheer thigh highs, maybe even a sheer robe to top it all off. His unblemished and smooth honey skin looks irresistible in the material— he wonders if Jeongguk would like to see him too.

“You’re not even trying to hide how upset and jealous you are, sir.”

Taehyung lets out a loud and sharp cry when the leather whips across the back of his thighs with a loud thwack . It stings almost as if pins and needles are repeatedly being stuck into his skin, and the heat underneath almost boils over. When another slap lands in the same spot, the blonde shivers and cries out again.

At 8:21 AM, the firm is still empty save for the few attorneys and interns arriving early. Jeongguk hasn’t told him to be quiet yet, almost as if he isn’t phased by the volume of Taehyung’s cries because he knows that no one is going to question what is taking place behind his locked office door.

“Shit,” Taehyung pants. His throat is nearly scraped raw from crying out after each brutal slap. He’s numb. The skin on both his thighs and the apples of ass is warm and blooming with angry red welts, and after a few hours, the blonde knows that those will turn purple and blue. He glances at the clock again and notices they’ve gone over the time limit. “Y-Your conf– ah!”

A sharp cry nearly tears his throat to shreds once the belt whips across his skin for the fifteenth time. He counted each and every one, despite the fact that his skin had gone numb and his mind blanked after the sixth strike. Fifteen welts bloom on his skin and tingle from the heat of the belt.

“What about my conference call?” Jeongguk snaps. Taehyung doesn’t understand how using a belt to assault his skin can be such a physically exerting task, but when he glances back, Jeongguk’s cheeks are tinted baby pink and he’s breathing heavily. He watches as the older brunette wipes a thin layer of sweat from the line of his forehead and sighs.

“You’re late,” the blonde whimpers. “T-Two minutes late.”

Jeongguk’s eyes darken and narrow, and he lands another three sharp slaps with the belt across Taehyung’s ass. He lets out one long breath once he’s finished before slipping the accessory back into his belt loops and adjusting his pants— a job well done. 

Taehyung is sniffling and shivering with his pants around his ankles; there’s sweat on both his forehead and neck, and he refuses to look at the faint reflection of his blossom red cheeks and hooded eyes in the glass windows. He wonders if someone heard him crying, or maybe someone across the way saw him bent over the desk. Who knows? Maybe one of the interns stood outside the door and heard the obscenity as they waited to drop a file off.

“How pathetic,” Jeongguk scoffs. Taehyung turns his head slightly, still in his bent-over position, and watches as his boss attempts to fix his now unkempt hair. When one of his fingers brushes against his wet folds before sliding in, Taehyung inhales sharply and jolts. Having his boss hit him with a belt is one thing, but pushing a finger into his nearly soaking pussy is an entirely different scenario. Jeongguk thrusts slowly before removing his finger and sucking it clean. “I took a belt to your skin and your pussy is wet. You enjoy this type of shit, don’t you?”

The blonde is red with shame. Slowly, he pushes himself up enough to properly get himself together. His pants are snug around his hips and thighs again, his floral shirt is tucked in, and his heels are still as candy apple red as they were before this entire endeavor. Taehyung makes it a priority to avoid all kinds of eye contact with Jeongguk because, frankly, how is he supposed to look him in the eye after sniveling and crying like a child for being punished? It’s humiliating, and his dignity is severely scarred.

He’s silent— answering that question would only dig him into a deeper hole. Is he actually going to tell his superior that he could have cum from getting hit with a belt? Of course not. 

Taehyung isn’t going to tell Jeongguk that he’s weak in the knees, not from the pain, but from the display of power and authority over him. The brief glimpse of Jeongguk’s face he was able to catch made his stomach drop— the dark look in his eyes, the way his shoulders flexed and his hair moved with each swing, even the way one single drop of sweat peeked from underneath his sideburn. The combination of it all made Taehyung dizzy, tingly, and desperate to be fucked.

Instead, he’s going to pretend that he didn’t hear the question and make his way to the door.

“Taehyung.”

The blonde stops with his hand on the door handle. He’s almost home free– all he needs is to turn the knob and step over the threshold– and he’s praying another punishment doesn’t arise. He hasn’t done anything else wrong, but it seems as if Jeongguk would find a reason, any reason , to punish him after what he did this morning.

“I’m missing the deposition from the Simmons case. Find it and have it on my desk by the end of the day.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

For the remainder of his workday, Taehyung is in a daze. The skin around his ass and thighs tingle and throb from the leather that had been in contact with his skin just a mere few hours ago– sitting down is uncomfortable, but what can he do? Being a personal assistant requires a lot of sitting to answer phone calls, sitting in on meetings with his boss, and sitting in offices with other employees during his hour lunch break.

The most uncomfortable part about the day, however, isn’t the pain. Being without his panties distracts him from every task that he’s supposed to get done before going home at seven o’clock. Time drags on longer than usual– Taehyung is suffering at the very hands of his boss, and he isn’t sure whether he likes it or not.

The slightest brush of the fabric against his clit makes him squirm, and he fears that the back of his pants will be wet before he can get home to change. Normally, he brings an extra pair of panties to work with him just in case he gets too wet before the day ends (it’s a blessing and a curse), but today just so happens to be the day that he grabbed the wrong work bag before leaving his apartment. 

For the remaining hours, Taehyung tries his hardest to get everything done. He spends too much time on the phone confirming appointments with potential clients, sometimes having a brief disagreement as to why Jeongguk is not a prosecutor, but instead a criminal defense lawyer. It’s days like these, when people give him a hard time after he’s already had a hard time, when he really just wants to go home and relax in his deep clawfoot tub, that he questions whether or not he actually needs a job. He could find a rich man to marry and become a housewife– that alternative is enticing, but he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life caring for children and being a slave to another man’s needs.

By the end of the day, Taehyung locates the missing file in his work briefcase. He left it at the office the day before without even realizing because the day dragged on long enough. He sat in on three meetings yesterday, searched through four flash drives to find a simple copy of the transcript from a court session two months prior, and he spent more time than he wanted on the phone.

His knuckles land on the wooden door reluctantly and he turns the knob to enter.

“Sir?” he speaks quietly. Entering Jeongguk’s office without waiting for permission is a privilege that only he has, but even so, he has to tread lightly. His boss could be on an important phone call or deep in his work, in which case, it’s best to not disturb him.

At this moment, Jeongguk is simply leaning back in his chair and peering out the floor to ceiling windows. The rain hasn’t let up yet, pouring down and beating on the windows with enough force for Taehyung to hear it in his position at the door.

“Sir?” He repeats when Jeongguk doesn’t respond. Taehyung assumes that he’s lost in thought again, mind roaming off to a land unknown, to hear his voice. After a few moments, Jeongguk blinks and slides his gaze over to the door.

“I have the deposition from the Simmons case. I’m sorry for misplacing it.”

He’s tiptoeing on very thin ice, and with the way Jeongguk gives him a once over, his heart slams against his rib cage. Taehyung wonders if his carelessness will earn him another session with the belt. For the sake of his skin, he hopes not, but the devil in his ear is relentless. 

It’ll be fun, and you know it, Taehyungie. Live a little.

“Thank you,” Jeongguk sits forward and attempts to organize the paperwork on his desk into a neat pile. The blonde notices that he doesn’t try hard enough, considering the corners of poorly lined up papers are still peeking out.

It takes a matter of ten minutes for Jeongguk and Taehyung to say their goodbyes, and without another word, Taehyung collects his things from the front desk and swiftly makes his way to the elevator.

Forty-five minutes later, Taehyung finally sinks into a bathtub full of steaming rose water and bubbles. His skin still stings from the pure aggression unleashed on him earlier in the day, but the warmth from the water and the soothing epsom salt mixed in helps a lot. There’s no doubt in his mind that the dark red welts will be ugly and discolored tomorrow, but the thought moves to the back of his mind as he sinks lower into the tub.

* * * *

The chunky heels of Taehyung’s black pumps click against the tile floor as he makes his way to the elevator. He doesn’t bother to put his car keys away. Hell, he doesn’t even realize he’s still holding them and wearing his jacket because his mind is lost in anxiety and anticipation.

Be in my office before eight. I will not remind you, and if you’re late, you’re fired. Taehyung knows it was another empty threat, but after the events of yesterday, he’s decided he isn’t going to play with the rules anymore. Jeongguk is too strong of a force to be reckoned with– he’s unlike any of the other men Taehyung has taken home. He isn’t afraid of publicity or openly displaying his authority. It’s as if those two things turn him on.

When the elevator stops on the sixth floor, the weight finally settles into his stomach. His watch reads 7:55AM– he didn’t have time to stop and get a latte on the way to work, and he doesn’t have time to order one for delivery from the cafe down the street. Maybe he’ll ask one of the interns to get him one when the clock strikes 12pm.

He doesn’t stop to set his jacket and bag down at his desk, that would just be a waste of time. He’s not going to risk being late and angering Jeongguk once more.

The sign reading Corporate Executive stares him in the face as he stands in front of the door. He managed to get here with two minutes to spare– Taehyung believes he deserves a pat on the back for that. After landing two soft and timid knocks, he simply opens the door and slips through. Everyone knows that entering Jeongguk’s office without his permission is practically a death sentence, but he’s different.

“Morning, sir.” He excludes the “good” in his greeting because that will only be determined after he understands why he’s here so early.

“So you are able to follow a simple direction, I see.” Jeongguk looks up from the folders on his desk and sits back in his chair. He gives Taehyung a once over and blinks slowly. “It seems you’ve learned a lesson and dressed appropriately today.”

By “appropriately,” Jeongguk is referring to his simple navy blue pencil skirt and black turtleneck accompanied by a thin gold chain. He went light on the makeup and settled for thin, winged eyeliner with nude lipstick. It’s modest, and he even included black tights to add another layer of coverage.

Taehyung doesn’t speak. He’s too ashamed of his behaviour, even eye contact is hard for him.

“How’s your skin?” Jeongguk asks. The hint of smugness in his voice makes Taehyung swallow heavily. He knows . There isn’t any possibility that he doesn’t know. This is another attempt to display the difference in status between the two of them and remind Taehyung of his place as his superior.

“U-Uh,” Taehyung stammers. He doesn’t want to fully admit that he had to take a bath infused with epsom salt and use a soothing Aveeno lotion for his bruised and tender skin– Jeongguk has already figured it out, Taehyung is sure of it. “A little sore and red, but fine otherwise.”

“Hm.” Taehyung can see the displeasure in Jeongguk’s eyes. That means one of two things– he’s disappointed in the fact that Taehyung isn’t worse off than he should be, or he’s aware of the fact that Taehyung is excluding details. “I’d like to see the marks, but before that, I need you to retrieve something for me.”

Taehyung nods, but not even a second later, he jumps in his skin as a loud clang hits his eardrums. On the glass top of Jeongguk’s desk rests a set of keys, each a different color. He’s aware of what some of the colors are. Red is for the bottom drawer to his filing cabinet where each and every manila folder for every case he’s worked rests, blue goes to his briefcase, yellow goes to his office door, and green– well, green is the mystery key.

“Take the green key and unlock the top drawer of my filing cabinet please,” Jeongguk starts. He pauses and waits for Taehyung to come forward and pick up the keys. “I want you to retrieve the pink device with the letter ‘T’ engraved on it.”

“Yes, sir.”

The keys are cold against the flesh of his palm, and for a reason unknown to Taehyung, they seem to weigh a lot more than a few ounces. His heart slams against his ribcage with each step he takes towards the large grey cabinet looming in the corner of the room. There’s something about the way it sits completely still and reflects the natural lighting from outside that rubs Taehyung the wrong way inside.

“Any day now, Taehyung. I don’t have time to waste.” Jeongguk snaps his fingers three times. That simple sound makes the blonde shrink with embarrassment. Jeongguk is talking to him almost as if he’s an animal being sent to retrieve something for its master.

The sound of the drawer unlocking sends a shiver up Taehyung’s spine. Knives? Guns? Maybe a human head? Taehyung runs through every possibility in his mind before pushing the key into the lock and turning it. Maybe it’s filled with jars of the previous interns’ tears, or money that was stolen from a bank. What if it’s filled with human teeth or locks of hair that Jeongguk collects from every employee? People have spoken of Jeongguk possibly being on the “strange side” because of his closed off and aloof personality.

“Taehyung.”

The blonde’s train of thought derails and slams into the back of his mind. Now isn’t the time to think of Criminal Minds scenes; Jeongguk is an impatient man, and Taehyung already felt his wrath yesterday. His skin wouldn’t be able to handle any more abuse from a leather belt.

He blinks twice and tilts his head in slight confusion once the drawer is open. It’s not human teeth, or heads, or even jars full of tears. There’s no money or weapons, but instead, the drawer is filled with toys. Vibrators and glass anal plugs of all sizes, ballgags, and handcuffs of various colors, all with the letter ‘T’ engraved somewhere on them are placed somewhat neatly inside the metal hiding spot. They shimmer under the artificial lighting right above the cabinet, and Taehyung swallows heavily. His eyes scan over every toy and gadget, every restraint and pleasure device, and he gasps softly.

“T-They all have the letter ‘T’ on them,” Taehyung stammers for a moment. “Which one do–”

His words catch in his throat once he recognizes a familiar scent drifting up his nose. Sweet vanilla and cherry with a hint of a new car– he wonders for a moment if Jeongguk actually purchased a new car or if he has a fragrance somewhere in there. Taehyung had been too deep into his own thoughts and the shock of the contents in the locked cabinet to notice Jeongguk walking up behind him.

With his chest to Taehyung’s back, the heat radiating between them makes the younger secretary begin to sweat on the nape of his neck. They’ve been close (yesterday’s interaction was the closest they’ve been), but this has a high level of intimacy unlike before.

The breath on the back of his neck only makes Taehyung sweat more. It smells of peppermint– his knees weaken, and it takes more strength than it should to continue standing on his own two feet.

Without a word, Jeongguk reaches around his blonde secretary. It takes him a few seconds to grab what he’s looking for, but once he does, he holds up two items: a baby pink butterfly with an extension about two inches long, and a matching remote. Engraved on the end of the extension is a small, cursive capital ‘T’.

“Lift your skirt and lay back on my desk.”

It’s not a suggestion, Taehyung can tell very easily. He shuts the drawer and turns the key to put the lock back in its place, then walks towards Jeongguk’s desk. He’s aware of every step taken, every breath inhaled, and every moment that Jeongguk keeps his eyes locked on him.

The blonde follows the instructions and lifts his skirt. Slowly, he shimmies down his tights and lays down on the clean glass surface. It’s impossible to spread his legs with the tight fabric resting around his knees, so he settles for keeping his legs closed and pulling his knees close to his chest. It’s humiliating to expose himself in this manner, but his boss’s word is the law, and he’s going to obey.

Thankfully, his panties still cover his wet and glistening cunt, but they do little to hide his throbbing tiny clit. Taehyung is ashamed to say that Jeongguk’s cologne and the silence turned him on. He was afraid the hard pounding of his heart or the speed of his breathing would be heard and give away his internal desperation.

“You’re pathetic, Taehyung.” Jeongguk laughs and shakes his head. He makes his way across the room and stops once he’s in front of his secretary. Using his index finger, he applies a small amount of pressure to Taehyung’s clit and kisses his teeth when it throbs again. “You’ve been in my office less than twenty minutes and your panties are already wet.”

He runs his finger up and down the length of Taehyung’s panties and pushes the fabric in slightly. The wet spot is obvious and obscene– they’re almost ruined from the excessive slick dripping from his pussy.

“Ngh,” Taehyung whines. His legs shiver slightly with each passing moment, and the more Jeongguk teases him through his panties, the wetter he becomes. His cheeks burn scarlet red with arousal, and he turns his head to the side to avoid his boss’s gaze. He doesn’t want to look into those cold and condescending eyes while he squirms from a few gentle touches between his legs.

Taehyung can’t help it. His pussy is so sensitive, it’s always been that way. The slightest touch or brush against something makes him drip, and he often finds himself touching his pussy at night. Going to bed without panties proves to be wonderful because even the breeze makes him twitch and begin to leak. His showerhead is his favorite, if he’s being honest. The pressure and warmth against his clit leaves him shaking and whimpering every time.

A squeak leaves his lips when Jeongguk finally peels the sticky fabric away from his cunt and exposes him to the cool air. If Taehyung really wanted to, he could cum just from being on display like this. Jeongguk’s glare makes his tummy tingle and his pussy contract inside.

“For a disobedient whore, you’ve actually got a very pretty cunt, Taehyung.”

Jeongguk complimented him, and sure enough, Taehyung squeezes his legs together and whimpers more. He wills away the urge to cum– that simple backhanded compliment made him feel special. His boss thinks his pussy is pretty. Why wouldn’t he? Taehyung’s pussy has very little hair (only a bit just around his bikini area), his clit is pink, and his lips are both plump and smooth. 

The blonde has been told before that his pussy is irresistible, but the words dripping from Jeongguk’s mouth make him burn inside. He’s heard compliments from his boss since he started working, the concept isn’t new to him. 

Good job today, Taehyung – the most common one.

I appreciate your effort and hard work – this one is a little rarer.

Buy yourself a latte while you’re at the coffee shop. You deserve it after dealing with so much bullshit from the board today – now, Taehyung has only heard this one time.

It’s obvious that this compliment is much different from the others, considering it’s of a sexual nature instead of professional nature.

“You’re not gonna say thank you?” Jeongguk raises an eyebrow. Taehyung’s head is foggy after hearing those words, and he hadn’t noticed his level of ungratefulness and disrespect until now. “Disobedient, unprofessional, and now a snot-nosed brat.”

The compliment quickly fades from the blonde’s mind as the insults begin to roll off Jeongguk’s tongue. The simple act of staying silent after receiving praise seems to have struck a nerve, but Taehyung isn’t in any position to say something snarky or coy.

“‘M sorry, sir,” Taehyung whispers. “Th-Thank you.”

Jeongguk hums with discontent and sets the butterfly device down onto the glass surface. With the tights around Taehyung’s knees, the angry bruises across the backs of his thighs are visible now. The marks are dark and red around the edges, splotched with blue and a little bit of yellow underneath the purple.

The look of surprise and intrigue in Jeongguk’s eyes only lets Taehyung know that the brunette was unaware of his own strength. It seems as if he wasn’t expecting the belt to do as much damage as it has.

“Mmm.” Jeongguk pokes the inside of his cheek with the tip of his tongue before running his fingertips over the marks. Taehyung flinches and whines in pain when a small amount of pressure is applied– it hurts more than he thought it would. He spent the rest of yesterday lying flat on his stomach with small ice packs resting where the belt had connected, and in that position, he slept as well. “I thought you said it was just a little red. You lied to me.”

Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to whimper out loud. Yes , he lied. He didn’t want Jeongguk to know his skin bruises much easier than he let on. The slaps he received had far more force and power behind them than his skin could handle.

“I didn’t–”

“Yes, you did. I asked you a simple question and you couldn’t be bothered to tell me the fucking truth.” 

Jeongguk seems to be lost in thought. Taehyung notices the way those eyes never leave the sight of his glistening pussy, even while he spits insults and more demeaning words. He’s disappointed, that’s easily noticed– the anger in his tone tells it all, but there’s an underlying flame burning with excitement and anticipation hiding beneath the surface.

His thumb dances over the blonde’s clit, and he raises his eyebrows when Taehyung twitches harshly.

“Sensitive, I see.”

Taehyung’s eyes flutter shut and he bites down on his nude-colored lower lip once Jeongguk’s thumb begins to move in small circles. He was already dripping and fearing that he would make a mess on Jeongguk’s desk (or worse, his own outfit) before anything further happened, but the fear only grows stronger now that his pussy is being touched.

“Ah!” the blonde squeals. It stings when his clit is pinched between two fingers, but his slick inner walls constrict nonetheless. When Jeongguk slides his index fingers between his plump lips and dips in, Taehyung shivers and whimpers softly.

“I’ve barely done anything to you.” Jeongguk rolls his eyes and kisses his teeth. He takes a seat in his office chair and leans back– Taehyung is sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure. His honey skin is littered with pretty bruises, but otherwise, it’s unblemished, smooth, and soft to the touch. His thighs are pillowy and plush, thick and soft enough to squeeze Jeongguk’s head without actually hurting him. “You’re shivering already.”

Taehyung says nothing, but instead, he looks to Jeongguk with glassy eyes full of unshed tears– he wants to be touched, licked, kissed, fucked, anything .

His back arches off the glass and he squeezes his thighs together when Jeongguk finally slides his middle and index fingers in up to the hilt. They’re thick around the knuckles, long enough, and reach places that Taehyung’s toys could never. There’s a huge difference between the silicone and Jeongguk’s warm flesh– other than the obvious, Jeongguk touches him with emotion .

Every other employee tries their hardest to avoid contact with the CEO– he’s the bad cop in the Kim & Jeon duo. Taehyung, however, has seen the good cop side of him, and it’s much different.

Right now, the blonde is a little confused as to who is sitting in front of him. The dark and irritated look in his boss’s eyes speaks the language of the Bad Cop. However, the gentle thrusting of Jeongguk’s fingers and the small kisses he’s dropping on the back of Taehyung’s thighs scream Good Cop . His lips are slick with saliva as he trails them closer and closer to the point where he knows his secretary wants it the most.

Taehyung’s clit throbs harshly and he jolts as soon as he feels the warmth of Jeongguk’s breath. His head is slightly spinning from the stimulation, but he won’t complain because it’s exactly what he’s been wanting since his boss took the belt across his skin the day before.

A moan bubbles in his throat and he bites down on his lip to quiet himself. Anyone could be listening outside the door– early employees, janitors, even the delivery guy who drops off the morning mail for Jeongguk.

“ Ngh, ” Taehyung whines quietly and arches his back again into a slight bow once Jeongguk’s lips finally envelope his clit.

The blonde ceased thinking long before this moment, but with the warmth of his boss’s tongue slithering slowly over his clit, forming thoughts has become absolutely impossible. The movement is methodical, almost as if its aimed at pushing every single button within Taehyung, and it only makes him more dizzy than before. 

Jeongguk takes his time licking and sucking on the small bundle of nerves before pushing his fingers deeper and curling them. At that moment, once they completely sink in, Taehyung arches high and cries out. He begins to squirm once a burning heat settles into the base of his spine– it threatens to spill under his skin and ruin him from the inside.

“ Ah! ” He pulls his knees tighter to his chest and shivers harshly. “Wait, hold on.”

Jeongguk isn’t listening to him, it’s very obvious to Taehyung. Instead, the movement of his tongue increases in speed and his teeth nip at the blonde’s clit– that very action throws him completely off his rhythm and makes his stomach do several somersaults. If this goes on any longer, Taehyung is absolutely sure that he’ll cum and make a mess everywhere.

“ Mm . S-Sir, wait, please,” he trips over his words and holds his tongue between his teeth.

With each plea, his boss does the exact opposite and becomes more frantic. Jeongguk’s tongue joins his fingers inside of Taehyung’s sopping wet cunt– it’s enough to push him right over the edge without any hesitation or struggle. His entire frame jolts and he digs the blunt tips of his nails into the skin on the back of his thighs, which only further aggravates the plethora of bruises.

He shivers harshly as an orgasm washes over him, but it doesn’t last long. Jeongguk continues to tease him for a few minutes before pulling away and slipping the toy inside. It fits perfectly, hidden and discreet under Taehyung’s panties and tights.

“I’ll know if you take this out, so don’t test my patience, Taehyung. Come to my office at 4:30. Don’t be late.”

Taehyung nods. Once he’s pulled himself together and adjusts his outfit, Taehyung says his goodbye and moves to his position at the front desk. It’s hard to focus, it’s easy for the blonde to admit that. Ever so often, almost every half an hour, the vibration picks up. He squeezes his legs together and tries hard not to make a sound, but it becomes impossible when the toy is left on for more than a few minutes. The little stimulator rests firmly against his clit and vibrates harshly enough to make him throb and twitch.

After two hours, Taehyung is barely holding himself together. It isn’t until he’s in the middle of a conversation with Yoongi in the break room that he nearly snaps. His knees shake and he gives the excuse I think I ate something bad, I’m feeling a little nauseous. I’ll be back.

He rushes off to the private bathroom at the end of their floor before locking the door and sinking down to the floor. Taehyung isn’t sure why his second orgasm brings him to his knees, but it does, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth in order to keep himself quiet. He breathes rapidly through his nose, and once the vibration finally turns off, he leans forward on the floor and sighs.

“ Shit .”

By lunch time, once everyone has gone to break, Taehyung has had enough. His mind is blank, his heart won’t slow down, and he’s sure he can’t take another orgasm. Any more and he might pass out.

He can’t bring himself to knock firmly on the wooden door as normal, not when his legs are weak and his breathing is faster than the healthy pace. He’s ashamed to say his black stockings are wet underneath his skirt, but it’s true– Taehyung leaked through both his first and second backup set of panties, and now his stockings are ruined as well. 

If Jeongguk is trying to embarrass him, he’s succeeded without a doubt.

“Come in, Taehyung,” Jeongguk calls. Once the blonde finally gets the heavy door open, he’s met with an arrogant smirk and amusement written all over his boss’s face. “What do you need?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, Taehyung tries his hardest not to stumble while he walks to Jeongguk’s desk and leans forward with his palms flat on the glass. His mind is blank, filled only with the buzzing of the tiny vibrator lodged deep in his pussy. The small clit stimulator doesn’t help the situation, and before Taehyung can beg for anything, his knees give in.

His third orgasm of the day washes over him and pushes a weak moan from beyond his lips. He can’t speak, can barely hear the smug laugh that shakes Jeongguk’s chest. Taehyung is lost in the vibration and relentless contractions of his pussy around the toy. Once it’s finally over, the tingling under his skin subsides minimally, and he pulls himself to his feet. He has to make it to Jeongguk– begging on his knees might work if he tries hard enough.

The layer of sweat on the back of his neck thickens and makes his hair stick to his skin; it’s uncomfortable, but it’s the least of his worries. He’s more concerned about his soaked panties and even more ruined tights– he might have to go commando again for the rest of the day.

“Please,” he whimpers. His skin is flushed scarlet red down to his neck, and without warning, he begins to snivel and cry. Large and crystal clears drip down his cheeks, and he tries not to collapse again. He fails miserably and falls to the floor. “Take it out.”

Taehyung feels pathetic. His eyes sting from the salt in his tears– he’s almost sure his mascara and lower lash eyeliner are ruined and running down his face– and he bites down on his lower lip. After hearing Jeongguk laugh at him, his chest shakes with a sob and more pearly tears roll down his cheeks.

“If only you could see yourself right now.”

Jeongguk leans down and uses his index finger to tilt the blonde’s chin up so their gazes lock. The blonde’s eyes are bloodshot and still filling with an endless flow of tears– Taehyung actually wonders what he looks like, but the shame weighing heavy on his shoulders pushes the thought out of his head. His appearance must be completely ruined and, frankly, he’s unsure how he’ll be able to return to work once this is all over. His body is already weak and shaking, will he really be able to answer phone calls and attend the board meeting once the work day begins to wind down?

“You want me to take it out?”

Taehyung nods.

“You want me to fuck you?”

Another nod. There’s more vigor and desperation behind this one, however. He’s aching inside, burning and practically melting, throbbing and contracting around something inanimate. Taehyung wants more. He wants something real . Jeongguk’s cock is real, warm, and at this point, he doesn’t care if the technique and grace are off. The blonde just needs to be fucked .

“Of course you do. Whores like you are good for things like this– begging on your knees, crying and behaving without an ounce of self respect, and taking cock whenever and wherever you can get it. Right?”

Taehyung doesn’t respond.

“Stand up.”

For a second, Taehyung sits there and sniffles, attempting to shut off the waterworks, before unsteadily getting to his feet. He’s wobbly, swaying as if he’s going to topple over any moment. Being on his feet all day and hiding the fact that he had a small vibrator and clit stimulator under his skirt was hard enough, and his heels didn’t help at all.

He lets out a surprised gasp when Jeongguk takes control and pushes him so that he’s leaning on the glass. There’s no mistake, Jeongguk is going to do whatever he wants, and his secretary will behave just like good whores do. Without a moment of hesitation, Taehyung allows his boss to push his skirt up, tear his black tights completely open in the back in order to slide his panties to the side, and remove the vibrator.

“S-Shit.” His voice shakes as he breathes a sigh of relief. The tingling under his skin begins to subside once the toy is pulled free, but now his pussy is empty– it’s uncomfortable. The entire first half of the day was spent with a toy snug inside of him, so he’s left spasming and clenching around nothing. Part of him is upset now that the toy is missing, but he’s anticipating the best to come. “Please hurry.”

A sharp slap lands right on the curve of Taehyung’s ass and pushes a weak sob from his chest. Leaning on his forearms is one thing (he’s already exhausted and unable to hold himself up with his hands), but when Jeongguk tangles a fist into his already tousled and sweaty hair, another shock runs up his spine.

“Hold your tongue, Taehyung. You don’t give me orders, understood?”

“‘M sorry,” Taehyung pants. He’s already on the verge of breaking down into tears again, and Jeongguk isn’t making it any better by growling at him. If anything, he’s making it worse . When the heat of his breath fans over the outer shell of Taehyung’s ear, the blonde’s inner walls constrict and more slick leaks. His entire lower layer of clothing is ruined.

Taehyung doesn’t hear the clinking of Jeongguk’s belt coming undone, and the concept of his pants coming undone is lost. The head of Jeongguk’s cock teases his entrance, and before he can get any kind of noise out, the entire length is pushed into him. Taehyung’s moan is drawn out, yet raspy and weak, and accompanied by a few short breaths.

“Well fuck,” Jeongguk chuckles. Before he continues, he takes the liberty of loosening his tie and releasing the top button of his shirt. Taehyung figures he’s getting comfortable, and the thought only excites him more. Being comfortable during sex increases not only the intimacy, but ability to move freely. Clothing is far more restricting than Taehyung appreciates, and he’s almost sure his turtleneck will be soaked with sweat. “Tighter than I expected.”

“Can I take off my shirt?” Taehyung whispers. He really wants to save the material considering both his tights and both pairs of panties were ruined, but from the way Jeongguk laughs again, Taehyung knows he’s fucked. Quite literally.

Jeongguk doesn’t answer the question, but instead, he begins to move. There’s no gradual increase of pace, no gentle touching to help him relax, and Jeongguk sure doesn’t give Taehyung a moment to adjust to his size and stretch. Each thrust is hard and rough, long strokes to ensure his cock sinks in as deep as it can go, and it makes Taehyung dizzier by the second.

The blonde is quiet, unable to think straight, and panting with his tongue lolled out. Drool drips from his mouth and lands into a small puddle on the glass– it’s almost as obscene as the squelching noises coming from between his legs. Ever so often, a weak and desperate moan slips out, but before Taehyung can let out another one, Jeongguk thrusts in harder.

His ears ring as if he’s beyond the point of hearing, but the sudden growling next to his right ear brings him back down from the clouds.

“You’ve been begging for me all day,” Jeongguk starts. How he knows that, Taehyung is unsure. “You came in the bathroom twenty minutes after I put the toy in, walked around and tried to keep a straight face when we both knew you wanted to get on your knees, and you have the nerve to be quiet?”

Jeongguk’s right hand comes down on the curve of Taehyung’s ass once again before he moves his hips faster. The thought of those neatly pressed black slacks being stained in the front from his sweet yet sticky juices makes the blonde’s pussy constrict again and hold tight to the cock buried inside of him. He’s soaking wet between his legs– everything drips down his legs and catches in the material of his torn tights– it’s beyond filthy. The slap of their skin is almost overpowered by the sound of Jeongguk’s cock easily slipping out of his cunt.

“ Ah! ” Taehyung cries out once his sweet spot is finally hit. “R-Right there, fuck . Mmmm.”

The noises of pleasure pour endlessly from his mouth, and Jeongguk seems to love every moment of it. Taehyung winces at the feeling of Jeongguk’s nails digging deeper into his skin, but the pain only adds to the overall excitement. Having his hair pulled, his ass slapped, being called degrading names– it all touches every magical button under his skin. The base of his spine burns hotter after every thrust and a knot begins to tangle in his stomach. He’s finally going to cum the way he wants to. After the day he’s had, Taehyung feels as if he deserves this.

“Don’t– ngh! Don’t stop. Please–” His voice cuts off and his entire frame shakes harshly. His pussy spasms around Jeongguk’s cock, attempting to keep him secured inside, and soon, the grip is suffocating. He cums with a loud cry, and a stream of warm liquid leaks onto the floor. Squirting is rare for him, but he’s tingling and melting everywhere– it’s no surprise to him. Taehyung doesn’t realize what he’s done until Jeongguk snatches his hair once more.

“You’re making a fuckin’ mess all over my floor.” His growl is deep and rumbles in his chest, Taehyung can feel it against his own back. “You’re gonna clean that up.”

He doesn’t get the chance to apologize before Jeongguk lifts his left leg and places it on the desk. His pussy is now spread wide open and gives his boss free reign to fuck him however he pleases. His thrusts start off slow and steady before speeding up again. It’s clear to Taehyung that this is the final part of his punishment from yesterday. His pussy is being both used and abused, and he can’t (nor will he attempt to) fight back.

“ M-More .”

Jeongguk gives him exactly what he asks for. He doesn’t waste time fucking into Taehyung, and when a knock lands on his office door, he ignores it. The door wasn’t locked, but whoever is on the other side knows to leave it shut unless instructed to do the opposite. However, this person happens to be on the idiot side of the spectrum.

“Hey boss? Have you seen Ta–” Seojoon . Park Seojoon was on the other side of the door. He knocked, he entered without permission, and now he’s standing there with his eyes wide as he watches Jeongguk fuck Taehyung senseless.

The blonde doesn’t hear the words spoken, nor does he even notice Seojoon standing in the doorway. Taehyung is lost in the clouds and drowning in the overwhelming heat running through his veins, completely unaware of the glare Jeongguk is casting towards the door. His thrusting never stops, and the blonde continues to whine and moan.

“ More ,” Taehyung pleads. His pussy is craving another orgasm, his turtleneck is soaked with sweat, and his eyes momentarily roll back. With his head dropped forward and his gaze staring through the glass, he lets himself succumb to yet another messy orgasm. His heels are ruined next– his cum finally makes it down to his ankles and sure enough, it begins to sink into the soles of his shoes. His body is wracked with shivers and the leg he’s currently standing on nearly gives out.

“Look.” Jeongguk orders. He drapes himself over Taehyung’s sweaty back and reaches under to grip his chin. Using a slight amount of force, he pulls his secretary’s head up so he’s able to see the door of the office. It’s standing wide open to where the entire hallway is visible, but blocking the view is Seojoon.

If Taehyung was coherent enough, he might have touched on the sight of Seojoon’s suit. It’s a darker shade of chocolate brown with tan pinstripes, and the cherry red tie doesn’t do anything to help the appearance.

Jeongguk laughs quietly– it’s genuine. The way the other man stands there as if he’s a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car is humorous to him. He’s not speaking or making a move to close the door, only standing there as if his feet are glued to the floor.

“Your friend is here.” The brunette tightens his grip on Taehyung’s chin and slows down his thrusting, which only earns a whine of displeasure. “And it seems like he’s enjoying the show.”

Jeongguk takes notice of Seojoon’s obvious erection almost immediately. He doesn’t blame the poor bastard– who wouldn’t get aroused at the sight of Taehyung spread out and exposed like this? He’s pretty on a normal day, but in a moment like this, the blonde is on another level of beauty. He’s vulnerable, his emotions are pure and raw, and he’s almost completely unaware of everything except for the throbbing in his pussy.

“Don’t–” Taehyung starts. He’s unable to finish his sentence when Jeongguk squeezes his cheeks tighter.

“Hush,” he mutters. He casts another pointed glare at the man standing in the doorway before a triumphant grin pulls at the corners of his pink lips. His face might be flushed dark pink, and his hair might be sticking to his forehead, but Jeongguk has staked his claim and now Seojoon is very much aware of it. “I guess you’re late to the party. Taehyung’s a little busy.”

“Uh,” Seojoon attempts to say something, but ceases quickly. He swallows hard, still making no attempt to leave, and tugs on his tie. The air in the office is stuffy and heated, and if desperation had a scent, it’d be thick in the room as well.

“Do you see him watching, Taehyung? I wonder if he wishes it was him inside of you instead of me .”

The blonde doesn’t speak– he still can’t, actually. Jeongguk’s grip is hard enough to bruise his skin just like the back of his thighs. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, Taehyung will admit it.

“I wonder if he thinks he can satisfy you,” he whispers in Taehyung’s ear. He releases his grip before standing straight up and pulling the shivering blonde with him. His next words are spoken clearly and audibly enough for Seojoon to hear. His movement stops completely, and he stands there with his cock snug and deep inside of Taehyung’s sopping wet cunt. “I don’t think he could, if I’m being honest. I mean, look. His cock is hard, yet barely visible. He’d never please you like this.”

Jeongguk delivers one hard and sharp thrust while sinking his teeth into the soft skin of his secretary’s neck. Taehyung leans his head back onto his boss’s shoulder and moans loudly with one hand clutching the back of Jeongguk’s hair. Taehyung needs something to hold onto or he fears that he actually will collapse. Without the grip around his waist, Taehyung is sure he would be a puddle on the floor.

“Do you see this?” Jeongguk speaks directly to Seojoon this time. One hand snakes between Taehyung’s legs and he firmly presses on his clit to push another moan from his baby’s mouth. It becomes obvious that Taehyung cums once more when his legs shake and he digs his blunt nails into his wrist. “I actually didn’t mean to make him cum this time, but he’s so fucked out he can’t control it. Even a simple touch makes him react like that. Understand this– his pussy is mine .”

Jeongguk lands three hard slaps on Taehyung’s clit before letting him down gently onto the glass and holding his waist while he squirts and whines loudly.

“Close the door on your way out.” He moves Taehyung’s dark hair from his face and waits for a moment. “ Now .”

Once the door is shut and they’re alone again, Jeongguk begins to move. His thrusts are rough and deep, but the real pleasure comes when he pulls Taehyung’s hips back as well. The violent sound of their skin slapping together resonates through the room, but Taehyung’s desperate and exhausted cries overpower them. It’s hard to be aware of how loud he’s being when he can only hear ringing and white noise in his ears. He can barely hear Jeongguk talking to him unless he’s leveled at the ear– the proximity adds to the excitement and each time, Taehyung’s pussy is constricting tighter with it.

“ Mine .”

Taehyung hears the word loud and clear through the noise in his ears. He nods in affirmation, and lets more raw moans fall from his mouth with the drool. He’s an absolute mess, and if anyone sees him after this, they’ll know immediately what he’s been through.

“Yours.” His response is weak and too low for Jeongguk to hear, but the idea of him saying it at all makes him blush darker than he already is. There’s shame and arousal stirring within him at the same time– he’s being punished for flirting with another man but at the same time, Jeongguk is claiming him and making sure his “rival” understands he is off the market.

His cries die down until they’re weak gasps and moans once again. He’s beyond exhausted. His heart is racing and slamming around in his chest, his turtleneck is sticking to his body, and his head is spinning and pounding with a vicious headache. His mind is begging for release, for the constant moving, moaning, and gasping to end so he’s able to breathe properly, but Taehyung’s entire being wants more. He wants another orgasm, he wants the warmth of Jeongguk’s cum to fill him. Hell, he even wants a damn kiss. He doubts Jeongguk will give him one, but the thought is nice. 

“C-cum,” Taehyung tries to speak. He’s having a hard time stringing together a cohesive thought, but he knows exactly what he wants and needs. “‘M gonna… cum again.”

“What’s that?” Jeongguk yanks Taehyung’s head back. “Speak louder.”

“You’re gonna make me fuckin’ cum again ,” he sobs. It’s the first fully coherent sentence he’s spoken to Jeongguk since the beginning of the day. From the moment he walked into Jeongguk’s office on unsteady legs, Taehyung hasn’t been able to form a basic sentence.

Jeongguk stops completely and pulls out.

“Wait, no !” Taehyung protests. He doesn’t get the chance to continue because it takes less than a few moments for Jeongguk to turn him around and lay him on the desk. Despite the tears pooling in his eyes, Taehyung can see his boss’s disheveled and fucked out appearance clearly. His dark hair drips with sweat, his cheeks are dusted dark red, and his pupils are blown wide with lust. He’s almost equally as sweaty, his shirt sticks to his chest, and his tie is crooked. He’s a mess.

The entire time their gazes stay locked, Taehyung notices the lack of aggression and aggravation swimming in those dark brown eyes– maybe this is less of a punishment. Maybe the punishment ended once Seojoon walked out the door. Something in the air has changed significantly, and Taehyung no longer feels embarrassed and ashamed of his behavior from yesterday. In fact, the entire ordeal is pushed deep into a corner in the back of his mind. The one thing he’s focused on is the man above him.

His tights are torn wider and his panties are pulled completely to the side in order for him to spread his legs open, and once Jeongguk fills him again, Taehyung arches high and inhales deeply. On the exhale, a deep and raw moan pours into the air.

With one hand on Taehyung’s hip and the other resting on the glass, Jeongguk fucks into him at a slower pace, but makes up for it by pushing deeper. It’s not heated and rough like before, but something’s changed. It takes him a moment to process the pull between them, but when he watches Jeongguk’s gaze slide down to his lips, it becomes obvious.

His grip on Jeongguk’s tie isn’t tight, nor does he use too much force when pulling him closer. Once their lips meet, a pool of heat boils in Taehyung’s lower abdomen. He arches and kisses Jeongguk harder; it’s messy with too much tongue and lip biting, but neither of them care. Drool drips from the corner of the blonde’s mouth, and once they pull apart, Jeongguk slowly licks it clean. He lets the mixture of both his and Taehyung’s drool fall from his tongue and land into the younger’s open mouth, it’s lewd and filthy but they’re in love with the intense arousal that comes behind it.

“ Jeongguk ,” Taehyung moans quietly. It’s the first time his name has been spoken since Taehyung walked in the door. “P-Please. ‘M gonna–”

Jeongguk kisses him once more to silence him before letting his own moans spill out. Taehyung feels his solid cock begin to throb and swell with each hard thrust, and he mewls into the kiss. Jeongguk’s teeth sink into his lower lip and his tongue takes its time slowly dancing with his own.

With each throb of Jeongguk’s cock, Taehyung’s pussy matches with a spasm. They’re reaching a high together, lost in the taste of their tongues and the molten lava running wild under their skin. Jeongguk shivers softly and groans once more before speeding up his pace, Taehyung can tell he’s close to cumming.

“Right there,” Taehyung cries once they break apart. His eyes flutter shut and leak more pearly tears and their sweaty foreheads touch– they’re breathing each other’s air. One rapid exhale is inhaled by the other, and the cycle continues until Taehyung’s air catches in his throat. Jeongguk’s hand rests there without any force or pressure, but it’s a clear sign for Taehyung to open his eyes.

“L-Look at me,” Jeongguk breathes heavily. If he could think clearly, Taehyung would be completely fascinated with his boss in this exact moment. First and foremost, he tripped over his words– that never happens. Jeongguk is always well-spoken and direct, speaking without error and getting his point across every single time. His lips are red and swollen from kissing and being bitten, and they’re pulled into a soft pout. Jeongguk is pouting .

Taehyung does as instructed, eyes never breaking away from Jeongguk’s gaze, and soon, his back arches and he cums for the final time. It’s not as wet and intense as before, but his pussy drips and oozes with cum nonetheless.

The easy slide along with the tight grip around his cock pushes Jeongguk over the edge only a few seconds later. His deep moan breaks off into a whine, and his nails dig in hard enough to break the very surface of the skin. The sound is music to Taehyung’s ears– he wants to hear it again. With a few more lazy thrusts, Jeongguk empties every last drop of cum into the blonde’s sloppy pussy before stopping completely. He doesn’t pull out but simply rests with his cock still deep inside. He might be softening, but it doesn’t matter; they’re breathing each other in and basking in the moment.

“I think,” Taehyung gasps. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

Jeongguk chuckles and kisses him softly once more. “Did you learn before or after I bent you over my desk?”

His tone is nothing like before. He doesn’t talk hard or curt, nor does he snap at Taehyung. On a normal day, even when he’s not frustrated, Jeongguk speaks with very little inflection in his voice. Why wouldn’t he? He’s working, and the Corporate Executive Officer is not at work to play around or have fun. He means business. However, right now, he’s being coy.

“The first time or the second time you bent me over?”

The playful smirk on Jeongguk’s face is comforting and stirs the butterflies in his stomach. A smile looks good on him, there isn’t any room for denial. It’s like sunshine breaking through the normal dark rain clouds in his eyes– he should smile more often. Taehyung knows it isn’t going to happen amongst their colleagues, but when they’re alone in his office, he’d love to see a smile.

“I would like to think you learned after I took a belt across your skin, but I know I would be wrong.” Jeongguk leans in until their lips are merely centimeters apart. “You definitely learned after he watched you cum for me. I hope you know he definitely jerked off after seeing you like that.”

Taehyung’s face flushes red all over again. He completely forgot about Seojoon walking in on them. He was too dizzy and lost in the clouds of his mind to focus on his co-worker standing in the doorway, but it definitely happened. He stared the man crushing on him in the eyes as his boss ruined him and made him beg for more.

“He did not,” Taehyung denies and turns his head to avoid another kiss. Now , he’s embarrassed all over again.

“Oh, he did.” Jeongguk turns Taehyung’s head back. “You might not have noticed, but the second he saw you bent over my desk and heard you moaning, he got hard. He definitely jerked off.”

Taehyung isn’t sure how he’s going to look Seojoon in the eye after this, but that’s a bridge to cross when the time comes.

“You know I can’t go back to work, right?” Taehyung mutters. He might not be able to turn his head, but he sure can avert his eyes. “I… can’t feel my legs.”

“What did you say?” Jeongguk asks with a smug smile. “You can’t… what?”

“Don’t make me say it again, please. You already know.”

Jeongguk laughs. Of course he knows. Taehyung stumbled into his office on weak legs and collapsed to the floor not once, but twice. He came a total of seven times before Jeongguk was finished with him, and now he can barely move.

“You’re numb, huh?” Jeongguk nuzzles into his neck and drops a few kisses on the most sensitive places.

“S-Stop,” Taehyung squeaks and pushes weakly against Jeongguk’s chest. “I can’t take anymore, really. If we go again, I might actually pass out.”

From the slight excitement in Jeongguk’s eyes and the way his cock twitches inside of him, Taehyung can tell his boss sees no problem with fucking him while he’s unconscious. The butterflies stir again in his stomach, but he signals for Jeongguk to pull out before either of them beg for another round.

“Heh,” Jeongguk snorts. “I know. I’ll take you home. I’m finished for the day anyways.”

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow. He knows for a fact Jeongguk isn’t finished for the day– there’s a board meeting at 5 PM, and he really shouldn’t miss it.

“But your schedule–”

“Is cleared.” Jeongguk stops him mid sentence. He slowly pulls out and gently cleans Taehyung up as much as he can with the baby wipes left in the drawer full of toys. He removes the blonde’s soiled panties and torn tights before tossing them in the garbage can under his desk. So maybe the janitor will see them, but nobody is going to question it.

“You’ll have to take a shower when I take you home.”

“Correction. We will have to take a shower when I get home.”

Jeongguk smiles at the statement. From the subtle shimmering in Jeongguk’s eyes, Taehyung guesses that he’s gotten behind the thought and doesn’t mind.

“By the way,” Taehyung stops. He’s holding his heels by the straps in his left hand and clutching Jeongguk’s suit jacket in the other. Before he can protest, Jeongguk removes his jacket and drapes it over the blonde. With his soaked turtleneck and missing undergarments, he’ll freeze outside. “Why do the toys have the letter ‘T’ on them?”

Jeongguk pulls the suit jacket tight around his secretary to make sure it doesn’t slip away from him. The weather outside is still chilly, and Taehyung is thankful for the extra clothing. If he gets sick, his boss will be lost without him.

“I had them customized specifically for you.” His tone is nonchalant, almost aloof, and he leans in for another kiss. “You could say I’ve been lying in wait for my opportunity and gathering a little bit of information here and there.”

Taehyung blushes dark red down to his neck– how much does his boss actually know about him? Jeongguk keeps a drawer full of toys– vibrators, plugs, handcuffs, gags, and everything in between– in his office specifically for him . He wonders if Jeongguk fantasizes about him during the day, or if he waits until the floor is empty to jerk off at the thought of him naked.

“O-Oh.”

Jeongguk kisses him once more before finally taking him home. Taehyung is right, he actually couldn’t take any more sex because the second he and Jeongguk flop down onto his bed, he crashes immediately. From that moment, the brunette watches the beautiful boy sleep. Behind his cold eyes and scowl is just a man in love with his assistant.

He wonders how Taehyung will take the news.