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"Miya, the boss wants to see you in his office. Right now."
Atsumu freezes in his seat at his supervisor's words, but manages to squeak out an affirmative answer. He rises to his feet on shaking legs, slowly walking down the row of cubicles towards the big corner office made completely from frosted glass. He's never set foot in there before and knows of no one who has. Sakusa Kiyoomi is elusive and private, and Atsumu can count the number of times he's seen the CEO on one hand.
And yet, even with the limited number of times they've met, the man has undeniably left a strong impression on Atsumu. Sakusa looks like a goddamn model, tall and lean with a beautiful face and luscious black curls. Atsumu would be lying if he said he's never thought of his boss when he's alone with his hand late at night. He’s just a man after all, and Sakusa is too gorgeous to not have a place in his fantasies, no matter how inappropriate it is.
However, the way his heart is racing right now has much more to do with fear than horniness. What did he do? How did he fuck up so badly that the CEO of the entire company wants to see him? Atsumu is racking his brain but coming up empty, so he concludes that the only way he'll get some answers is to take the bull by the horns. He lifts his hand and knocks on the door.
"Enter," a deep, smooth voice calls out from inside the office. Atsumu shivers at the deep cadence, swallows around the lump in his throat, and obeys.
The office is sleek and immaculate, just like the man who's sitting at the large desk by the floor-to-ceiling windows. CEO Sakusa Kiyoomi is dressed in a tailored black suit with a deep green silk shirt and a black tie. His black curls are styled to perfection and an expensive smartwatch rests around his left wrist. His eyes, which are dark and calculating, are fixed on Atsumu.
"Ya wanted to see me, sir?" Atsumu finally remembers to say.
Sakusa places his elbows on the desk, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on top of them. "Come here, Miya."
Atsumu shudders again but obliges, quickly walking up to the fancy glass desk. Sakusa is looking him up and down, slowly, his gaze intense. Atsumu feels his cheeks heat up.
"I heard about your recent performance review," Sakusa says, his voice unreadable.
A flash of panic rushes across Atsumu’s mind - he'd thought his performance review had gone pretty well. How had he fucked up to the point of ending up here? "Yes, sir?"
"I understand you want a raise," Sakusa says, placing his hands on the armrests and leaning back in his luxurious office chair. "Is that accurate?"
Atsumu swallows and forces himself to meet his boss' gaze. Surely asking for a raise isn't reason enough to get in trouble with the CEO? "It is, sir."
"I see," Sakusa hums, swinging his chair sideways and beckoning Atsumu towards him with a finger. "Come closer, Miya."
Atsumu hesitates but eventually does as he's told, rounding the desk to stand in front of Sakusa. His boss is leaning back comfortably with his legs crossed, his black dress shoes impossibly shiny. A subtle smirk can be seen on his lips, and it's driving Atsumu a little bit crazy.
"So obedient," Sakusa purrs, his voice dropping an octave. Atsumu bites his lip to hold back an embarrassing sound. "I would ask why you think you deserve a raise, but I already know the answer. You're a hard worker and you've been here a long time, is that right?"
Atsumu nods. "That's right, sir."
"We have many hard workers here, and several who have been here longer than you have. Why do you deserve this privilege ahead of them?"
Atsumu’s not sure what to say but he still opens his mouth, hoping to find the words as he goes. Sakusa interrupts him with a raised hand. "Let me ask you a different question, Miya," he says, voice dripping with something Atsumu doesn’t quite recognise. "Do you really want that raise?"
Atsumu straightens his back and squares his shoulders. "I do, sir."
A devilish smirk slowly spreads across Sakusa’s face as he languidly uncrosses his legs until his thighs are spread apart and both his feet are planted firmly on the floor. "Then get on your knees."
Atsumu’s brain short-circuits. He tries to process the words, but his mind is too busy screaming and doing cartwheels to think proper thoughts. "I... sir, 'm..."
Sakusa’s face falls back into a serious expression. "You have two options here, Miya. You walk out of my office and we never speak of this again, or you get on your knees right now and earn that raise."
Atsumu just gapes at Sakusa for a moment. His shock and surprise are starting to give way to arousal, and he can't stop his eyes from flickering to the bulge in his boss' slacks. Fuck , he looks big. Sakusa’s eyes are dark and serious, staring into Atsumu’s soul as he tries to make a decision.
Oh, fuck it. Salusa could ask him to lick his shoes and he'd probably do it happily.
Atsumu takes a deep breath, relaxes his shoulders, and throws on a cocky grin. "Of course, sir, anythin' for ya."
The smirk returns to Sakusa’s face as Atsumu sinks to his knees between his spread legs, one hand on each thigh to keep his balance. He hears Sakusa’s breath hitch ever-so-slightly as he slides his hands towards the growing bulge in the expensive slacks. Atsumu gasps when he unzips the fly and frees Sakusa’s half-hard cock from his silky black boxers. It's huge and gorgeous, already going red at the tip as it hardens in Atsumu’s eager grip.
"Hurry up. And don't make a mess," Sakusa commands, voice steady.
"Wouldn't dream of it, sir," Atsumu coos before getting to work. He licks one long stripe up the underside of Sakusa’s cock, relishing in the soft gasp it earns him, before taking as much of it as he can in one go. He's pulling out all his tricks - working his hand over the part his mouth can't reach, using his other hand to play with Sakusa’s balls, and humming low in his throat to create delicious vibrations.
"That's it," Sakusa huffs, one hand gliding into Atsumu’s hair and the other gripping the armrest until his knuckles turn white. "Take my cock like a good little slut."
Atsumu feels his own dick throb at the words and he can't help but moan, his eyes rolling back in his head as he takes his boss' cock even deeper. Sakusa groans above him.
"Yeah, you like that? You like being a slut for me, sucking cock for money like a whore?"
"Mm-mmh," Atsumu hums, panting through his nose as he works Sakusa faster and faster.
"Keep going just like that," Sakusa pants, rolling his hips into Atsumu’s willing mouth. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come."
Atsumu eagerly takes all of it when Sakusa spills into his throat, and shivers pleasantly when he gets called a 'perfect little slut' on his way out.
Half an hour later, he gets an email confirming his substantial raise.