HER.

Truth be told, you loved your job at the office. You enjoyed working in a fairly quiet and independent environment—you know, having your own cubicle where you worked away at your desk, the only time you could actually talk to your friends being during breaks.

Not to mention, you’re dedicated. You’re a hard worker, somewhat uptight, but your boss always praised you for your work ethic. So really, to say you didn’t like your job would be a bold-faced lie.

However, there was one thing—someone who made your job fucking miserable. This one person made you regret clocking in to work every day. Heck, he even made you regret staying employed at the office.

Sim Jaeyun.

He made corporate hell ten times hotter by being handsome, loud, lazy, and disgustingly fuckable.

It’s 8:52 a.m., and you had just arrived at work after running on four hours of sleep trying to finish your report. You wore your typical office attire, a crisp white dress shirt, a fitted black pencil skirt, and a tailored blazer. Your heels clicked with every step, your shirt just slightly unbuttoned at the top from rushing out the door. If anything, today was the one day you really didn’t want to deal with Jake’s shit. Really, it’s every day. But today? You were particularly ticked off.

The minute you step out of the elevator and onto your floor, you already hear him laughing with someone three cubicles down. His laugh, in some unfair way, is hot. But it also makes you want to smash his head into a wall. It’s too fucking early to hear his voice, especially when he’s always the one that comes in late. But this time, he beat you by two minutes.

You turn your head just slightly, and there he is. His dark hair all soft and messy, yet it looks so effortlessly good. His white dress shirt is slightly unbuttoned, the tie hanging loose like he threw it on five seconds before leaving. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and he flashes that awfully pretty smile of his while his glasses sit on the bridge of his nose.

He doesn’t even fucking need glasses. He just wears them because he thinks it makes girls get on their knees for him. Truthfully, that’s usually what happens. But it’s none of your business.

“Ay, two minutes late, Y/N!” he calls out, raising his tone and pointing at you so there’s no way you missed it.

“As if you don’t come late every day, asshole,” you mutter under your breath, walking into your cubicle and setting your bag down with a heavy thud. He didn’t hear you. Of course he didn’t. He was too caught up in whatever him and some other girl from your department were talking about. He probably fucked her too.

Jake’s the type of guy everyone loves, even though there’s not a single good trait about him. Except for the fact that he shows up to work looking hot with zero effort. In the bathroom, girls constantly gossip about him. There’s never a time you can pee, let alone wash your hands, without overhearing some girl rave about how good he made her feel.

“He made me cum in under five minutes.”

“He secretly edged me at my desk.”

“I still dream about how his fingers felt inside me.”

“He fucked me in the lounge room.”

These are just a few of the things you hear about him on the daily. And it’s usually a different girl every time. That’s what made him such a whore in your eyes. And sure, everyone knew about it, but no one cared. A guy as good-looking, probably big, and charming as Sim Jaeyun could get away with just about anything.

To say it pissed you off was an understatement. He showed up late almost every day—today being a rare exception. He flirted with HR and practically skated by with minimal effort, all because he was hot and somehow everyone’s type.

Yes, he does actually do his work on rare occasions just to avoid getting fired, but most of the time he coasts on charm. It’s the only fucking thing he knows how to do with that pretty face.

What everyone knows best about him, though, is his reputation for fucking his female coworkers and leaving them obsessed. The thought made you partially disgusted. But at most, all he is to you is just a guy with an insane face card who’s using it to his advantage and getting exactly what he wants in return: pussy.

And as if that didn’t already paint the perfect picture of him being an asshole, he always made it a point to specifically tease, flirt, and annoy you. The one person in the office he hadn’t gotten the chance to fuck. If you gave him that chance, he would absolutely take it. But since he’s your arch-nemesis, you promised yourself you’d never let him touch you, let alone lay a finger on you.

As everyone settles into their cubicles and starts their usual routine, the faint sounds of keyboard clicking, rummaging through papers, and coffee sipping fill the air. And of course, so does Jake, as he leans against the divider separating your two cubicles.

It was worth mentioning that your cubicles were just one apart. And no matter how many times you begged your boss to move you, it was never approved.

Of course, he’s doing anything but his assigned tasks and instead chooses to bother you for the second time today. But knowing him, once is never enough. Just like how he can never stick to sleeping with just one girl.

“How’s your little spreadsheet going, love?” He teases, slim and veiny fingers resting against his cheek as his elbow props on top of the divider. He stares down at you, voice coated in sleep, his accent making it sound like honey.

“Don’t talk to me,” you say firmly, not even looking up. The four hours of sleep were really starting to hit now that he was trying to push your buttons, and the urge to grab his head and smack it into the divider was growing stronger by the second.

“You sound so hot when you’re mad,” he hums, teasing you one last time before realizing you weren’t in the mood and finally retreating to his seat.

“I’m not one of your little office playthings,” you tell yourself silently, glancing at your spreadsheet that barely looked like one now. You could hardly focus with someone nagging you as much as he did.

Your lunch break was the one time of day where you finally got to breathe. To be away from him. And instead, spend it chatting with your best friend, Lee Heeseung, who worked in the same department.

You let out a pent-up sigh as you walk into the lounge room where the two of you usually met. It was quiet and secluded enough for you to vent in peace. The moment you plop down on the cushioned couch beside him, you cringe slightly.

Gross. Didn’t Jake fuck a girl here?

Heeseung was the only one who knew about your misery. The only person you truly expressed your hatred for Jake to.

“Jake? Again?” Heeseung asks, mid-bite, as he spots the familiar look on your face.

“Yes. He’s so fucking useless..” you mumble, running a hand through your hair. Heeseung silently offers you a bite of his food, clearly seeing how dead you look.

You chew slowly, letting the flavor melt on your tongue, and it makes your mood just slightly better.

“I don’t know how he even got hired,” you mutter, taking another bite and handing it back.

“Probably gave head to the hiring manager. Wouldn’t be the first,” he shrugs, like he somehow has Jake’s entire history memorized.

“You’re not helping,” you glare, crossing your leg over the other.

“What? You don’t think he’s good with his mouth? You know how many girls he’s probably eaten ou—”

“Hee! I don’t want to know! Probably a lot.. okay, I know that. But still, numbers can only say so much about a person,” you huff. The image alone makes your face twist with disgust—and your chest tighten.

“Just saying.. if you hate him so much, why do you know his entire fuck history?” He teases.

“Because everyone knows? Not that it’s any of my business. I could care less about who he’s fucking. He’s just always a dick, always annoying me like he thinks I’m one of his hoes,” you mutter, walking over to the Nespresso machine. You needed caffeine. Badly. Especially for this very conversation.

“You’re next,” Heeseung says from the couch.

You pause, turning your head back with a confused expression as you stir your coffee. “W-what? What do you mean?”

“I’m saying you might be his next little thing. I see the way he teases you.. it’s not for no reason,” he shrugs, tossing his lunch container in the trash.

“As if. He only wishes,” you murmur, shaking the carton of vanilla creamer before pouring it in.

“You say that now, but.. watch when he gets his way with you,” Heeseung calls out, already halfway out the door.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!” You yell, throwing your hands out dramatically.

“I am!”

“Mhm,” you mutter under your breath.

You leave the lounge room with your warm cup of vanilla coffee in your hands, trying to mentally reset after your conversation with Heeseung before you have to get back to work.

The office is mostly quiet, the infamous keyboard clicks, murmurs of people chatting, and printer hums filling the air. You’re in a somewhat-decent headspace to get back on track, especially since you didn’t once hear Jake’s voice during your entire break.

No, that doesn’t mean you hate the way his voice sounds. His voice is attractive, oddly. His accent, the whiny undertones, and raspiness all make it sound so sweet. The only issue that occurs is what comes out of his mouth, and his repulsively cocky personality.

But who were you to say anything? He most definitely knows exactly what to say during sex, especially with a voice like that, that can draw anyone in. No wonder there was a new girl on her knees for him every week.

Just as you reach a few feet away from your cubicle, you see him leaning at the entrance, smirking at you while he reveals his perfect smile. His tie is looser now, sleeves pushed up higher, a pen between his fingers that he’s absentmindedly twirling.

“Miss me?” He teases, eyes locked on yours as your expression is blank, but your eyebrows slightly furrow when the sentence leaves his mouth.

“Move.” You demand, as his body is pretty much blocking the entire entrance into your small cubicle. You stand in front of him, but maintain your distance, staring up at his tall figure. You're not even sure if the caffeine from your coffee will help with anything anymore.

“Say please.” He crosses his arms, eyes still locked on yours as he looks down at your shorter figure, waiting for the satisfaction to hit of you saying the word that every single girl probably moans when being fucked by him.

“Go bother someone else, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter, shoving past him, your shoulder harshly brushing past his as you set your cup down on the table and sit in your chair, only to resume your endless typing.

“Attitude, baby,” he says firmly, yet teasingly, before walking behind your chair. He felt oddly close to you, making your body nearly shiver as you look behind you, staring up at his standing figure.

“You want something? Maybe a quickie in the break room?” He mocks, watching how your eyes slightly squint in disgust. He always tried to get his way with you like this—through sex persuasions.

“You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re staring.”

“Get out.” You dart your head back to your computer screen. He cockily smirks before leaving your cubicle and walking back to his.

Your stomach fluttered when he called you the name, but again, that’s what he probably addresses every female as in this office. You were no different, except that he just liked to annoy you to insanity.

You resume your typing while sipping your already-cold coffee, constantly hitting the backspace button as you find yourself writing nonsense, desperately trying to forget about your encounter with Jake just now.

Your phone lock screen flashes, a text from your boss appearing. “Can you send Jake in my office? He owes me a favour.”

Favour my ass. Just say you want him in between your legs again.

You simply like the message and walk over to the cubicle next to yours—Jake’s.

“Jake,” you whisper, trying not to be too loud, but he’s on the phone with his friend. Of course he can’t hear a damn thing.

He’s lazily manspreading in his seat, facing away from the computer screen with a blank document—typical. His phone is pressed to his ear as he rants away.

“I swear, she was basically shaking by the time I was done with her—”

“Jake!” You say a little louder, catching his attention as he looks at you, eyes wide and innocent—though deep down, he was the complete opposite of that.

“Boss wants to see you in her office,” you say with a stoic expression. He bites his lip before saying, “Ay, I’ll call you back,” and hanging up.

By the time he gets up and makes his way to the office, you’re already sat in your seat again.

Your phone’s lock screen flashes again. This time, it’s a text from Heeseung.

“Saw your boyfriend going into the boss’s office.”

“First of all, not my boyfriend. Second of all, Boss’s orders.”

“How much you wanna bet he’s fucking her so she can give him a raise?”

“I don’t even wanna bet on that, I know it’s happening.”

He replies with a laughing face before you shut your phone off, setting it down on your desk before your eyes catch the coffee you didn’t end up finishing. Frankly, you don’t want to anymore.

You sit up from your chair, cup in hand, before searching for the nearest trash bin, which happens to be right next to the boss’s office.

You approach it before tossing your paper cup in the bin, leftover coffee seeping out of it and piling on the other cups, some stained with lipstick and gloss on the edges.

You stay for a moment, the faint sounds of.. something coming from the office catching your attention.

Your ear moves closer to the locked door, until you finally hear it—pornographic moans. Your boss was getting fucked. By Jake.

Heeseung was right.

“Y-yes, fuck! Right there!” You hear her screams, making your face scrunch in disgust. But you keep listening in on it.

“You gonna give me a raise now, yeah baby?” You hear the familiar sound of Jake’s voice, all breathy and groany. The more your ear presses up against the door, the more the light sound of skin slapping is heard.

“Yes! Fuckfuck—” The moan escapes her lips. It’s almost as if she wasn’t even trying to hide it. It’s either she wanted everyone in the office to know she was getting fucked like a slut, or that his cock was just too good to stay quiet.

You’ve had enough. You can’t hear anymore of this. Your chest tightens as your ear comes off from the door, everything you had just heard made you feel a little uneasy.

Not that you cared, because again, his sex life was none of your business. But damn, even your boss got his cock?

This had further proved how much of a whore Jake was. Your boss was freshly thirty, and even though you both were only in your early twenties, it still disgusted you. He really would fuck anything, so long as it had a pussy between its legs and would personally benefit him—whether it was through a job raise, pleasure, or in this case.. both.

You quickly make your way back to your desk, trying to resume your previous typing, though it’s nearly impossible considering what you had just heard.

You didn’t know why it was still lingering in your head, like you didn’t already know that he’s done this to nearly every girl in the office. It doesn’t matter. It’s just Jake. He’s a sleaze, a whore, and the very reason your days feel ten times longer than they should.

And yet, you can’t stop thinking about what you heard. The way she moaned, the way he groaned and talked so dirty to her, the infamously cocky tone in his voice like he knew he was ruining her.

You squeeze your thighs together under your pencil skirt, looking away from the screen, utterly disgusted with yourself for letting your thoughts wander.

You keep clicking away at your mouse, moving tabs around, trying to look productive—like you’re doing something—but you can’t focus on anything. You type random words that float around in your noggin that don’t relate at all to what you have to write about, delete them, type again, until you eventually give up and roll your chair away from your desk, now facing the entrance and trying to take a breather.

Your thoughts still creep in your head. They’re almost impossible to push out.

“He fucks like that just for a raise?”

“She sounded so dumb for him.. Was it that good?”

“Is he that big?”

“Why the fuck do I care?”

Fuck it, you need another cup of coffee.

You step out of your cubicle, running a hand through your hair as you notice Jake walking out of the office. His hair is messier, shirt untucked, sleeves still rolled to the elbow. He looks even more disheveled now, yet he still looked so good, even post-fuck.

You really didn’t want to cross paths with him again, not after hearing him railing your boss in real time, when he didn’t think anyone could hear.

The minute he walks by you, your eyes meet, and he winks. “Slut,” you mutter under your breath, heart skipping in frustration. You blink, your heels clinking against the floor louder as you walk faster toward the lounge room, desperate to get away from everything and anything, even if that meant through another dose of caffeine.

You and Heeseung planned to meet at a small café in the lobby of your office building during a quick break. Since the workday had already started, the café was pretty quiet—soft music played in the background and just a few coworkers were scattered around. It was the perfect spot to catch your breath before heading back.. and to tell your friend what you had just heard not long ago.

“You look like you saw something you weren’t supposed to,” Heeseung says, noticing how you look down in your lap and stay oddly silent. Normally, if you were going to complain about Jake or your never-ending workload, it would’ve spilled out by now.

“Close enough..” you look up from your lap and at your friend’s bambi-like expression, and reluctantly tell him what you overheard just an hour ago.

“You heard it? Like.. full-on?” His eyes slightly widen—not that he was surprised or anything. He was only shocked that you had finally got a taste of it yourself, meaning you heard everything.

You nod, lips pressed together. “Gosh, she sounded like a pornstar..” you say, before cringing at your own words.

“Was he all like ‘who’s your boss now’?” Heeseung smirks, about to laugh at his own dirty comment.

“You’re disgusting,” you say, before realizing that’s one of the many insults you threw at Jake today.

“I’m just saying.. guess the real promotion was inside her all along.” He cracks another stupid joke.

“Heeseung!” Your tone goes higher.

“Jeez, sorry,” he says, putting his hands up in mock surrender. “Bet you couldn’t even focus on your work after hearing that.”

You can’t even make eye contact with him anymore. Because it’s true, you couldn’t. The sole thought and memory of it was consuming you, and you hated it.

Jake’s high-pitched groans, his breathy filthy talk, the way she was moaning like it was the best sex she’s ever had—all lingered in your brain more than they should. It’s almost as if the second you heard it go down, the sound stuck with you for the rest of the day, clinging onto you like a reminder that the man who teases you every day, the man you despise, is willing to go as far as fucking his boss for a raise.

He doesn't even deserve one. Never did. But again, who says no to a face like his?

You part your mouth to speak before both of your phones buzz. You glance at your screens, only to see your Gmail app say: Subject: Quarter-End Team Assignments (After Hours)

It’s essentially a company-wide initiative that happens at the end of every quarter, in which select employees are asked to stay after work hours and help with outstanding internal reports, archiving client files, and assisting with next-week's executive presentations.

Your stomach sinks. You open the email and sigh loudly.

Not that you were nervous or anything, but you liked working on your own—and staying past the time you normally have to would drain the life out of you. Well.. depending on who you’d be paired with.

“Imagine you’ll be paired with lover boy,” Heeseung laughs, noticing your sudden mood change after seeing the email.

“Bite your tongue. And I don’t know yet..” you start, before adding, “But I’ve got a bad feeling.”

He raises a brow. “Bad or horny?”

You throw the crumbled sheet of paper from your straw at his face, hitting him right in the middle as he flashes his pretty smile in response.

“Well, I’m leaving,” you say, standing from your seat as you grab your bag. “Some of us have to go face our fate.”

The elevator ride back up to your floor felt oddly slow, almost as if the universe was preparing you for the news to come.

The minute you step in, you walk into one of the smaller glass offices, where you find the project lead—one of the newer coordinators. She didn’t look intimidating, but rather sharp, like she knew how to keep someone on their feet.

“Hi, Mrs. Kim,” you softly say, bowing in front of her as she looks up from her laptop and smiles politely.

“Good to see you, Ms. L/N. Thanks for dropping in,” she says, before continuing, “I see that you’ve been super consistent with your deadlines lately. This’ll reflect really well on your internal review.” She softly nods, lips pressed into a smile as her index fingers push up the round frames higher on her nose bridge.

“I’m sure you saw in the email, but we’re asking a couple of people to stay after hours the next few days throughout the week. It’s mostly to tidy up client files and organize emails for an important presentation early next week,” she adds.

You nod with a relaxed expression, but deep down, you already wanted her to spit it out and tell you who you’d be partnered with. Your apprehension comes to a stop when she finally speaks.

“Oh, and you’ll be paired with Jake for this. He’s got some catching up to do, so.. we’re giving him a little nudge. You both start tomorrow after the workday ends.”

You swear you feel your heart drop the minute you hear his name, but obviously, this just had to be your luck.

You nod, face stoic but trying to show some sort of satisfaction, before you thank her and turn your back, walking out of the office.

“This better get me a raise,” you think to yourself, letting out a pent-up sigh of despair before you step out—only to see Jake leaning against the wall like he’s been waiting for you.

You already had a feeling he knew about the two of you being paired.. And he did.

“Looks like we’re in this together, sweetheart,” he smirks, voice smug as he throws his arm over your shoulder, his hand almost brushing your cheek.

You stay silent for just a second, rolling your eyes as your heart slightly feels warm—almost as if it melted a bit? You can only imagine how he’s probably still got the boss’s taste on his fingers, and how many skirts his hand has slid under.

You don’t know why the thought consumed you so much, let alone even bothered you a bit, but it somehow did.

“Don’t call me that,” you say, eyes refusing to meet his as you keep on walking, your breath hitching at the loss of warmth and touch on your shoulder.

He trails behind you regardless. “Just tell me what to do, boss.”

“As if you didn’t fuck ours.” You admit. As much as you didn’t want him to know that you heard a thing, it slipped out anyway.

“So you heard that, huh?” He tuts, his trailing behind you stopping. “I was wondering why you couldn’t look me in the eye all day.”

You turn back to glare at him, stopping in your tracks. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Could’ve been you,” he says, before walking the opposite way.

And that sentence stuck with you for the rest of the day.

The next day flew by like a breeze. Your bickers with Jake had still persisted, to no surprise, but it’s almost as if he’d decided to be less annoying today. That is.. if he would save it all for tonight.

By the time 5pm rolls around, everyone is beginning to pack up and get ready to go home after another exhausting day. You had to say, the closer the presentation was approaching next week, the more everyone was in a frenzy.

You were somewhat stressed too, but considering you’d only have to stay a bit behind after hours today in preparation for it, you were okay with it.

You walk over to a big glass table, materials in hand, including Jake’s—typically where workers would sit to work if not at their cubicles. Jake had left the office a few minutes prior, promising a return, though you were ready to see him ten minutes before you left.

Heeseung passes by you on his way out, playfully and lightly ruffling your hair before he whispers a small, “Good luck.”

You sarcastically smile in return. Thanks. I’ll need it.

When the office is finally empty, you get to work. The light of the sun beginning to set casts a beautiful glow across the space as your head is down, mind focused, and brows furrowed. You sort through client folders—colour-coding them, updating labels with new information from recent meetings, and flagging anything missing before next week’s presentation.

In front of your hoard of papers is your laptop, opened to the email inbox. This was initially supposed to be Jake’s duty, but since there was still no sign of him, you decided to start the part for him, refusing to be more behind than you already are.

“Useless idiot,” you mutter under your breath as your eyes scan the screen and rummage through all the unorganized emails.

Your stressing comes to a stop when you hear the elevator ding, followed by the sound of slow footsteps. Jake walks in, a little too casually for someone who’s late. “Should’ve known you’d start without me.”

You don’t bother looking up at him, eyes instead switching from the laptop screen and back down to the papers occasionally. “We both know being late is your only real skill.”

He kisses his teeth before sitting next to you, his knee brushing your thigh. For the next few minutes, the space is filled with the surprising sound of silence—the only evident sounds being Jake’s typing and your papers rustling.

“I have to go print a missing file. Don’t move.” You coldly say, already rising from your seat.

You stand in front of the machine, waiting for your pile of papers to print when you notice Jake walk into the room.

“I told you to not m—” you start, before being cut off.

“Chill, I just need to get something,” he says, a smirk itching to tug at his lips that he suppresses. He walks past you to the shelf of boxes, his hip bumping against your ass when he brushes behind you. You slightly stiffen, breath caught in your throat as you notice him pausing behind you, not moving forward to get what he needs.

His eyes scan you up and down from behind, top lip running over his bottom lip as he traces the curve of your ass. His face moves closer to the back of your head, the sweet and alluring scent of your perfume intriguing him.

“You always smell this good?” He murmurs lowly, his accent mixed with the raspiness of his voice nearly making you go into a daze, but you stop yourself before you can zone out.

You click your tongue, gathering your papers before saying, “Get your shit and sit back down.”

He smirks behind you, finally moving away to grab one of the boxes on the shelves as you leave the print room and make your way back to the table.

Your eye catches the folder you were working on a little farther down the table than usual—probably because Jake was bored out of his mind from doing all the typing and wanted to see what you were doing.

You reach over for it, ass slightly perched up as you bend over the table. Simultaneously, Jake walks back in, only for his eyes to be met with the view of your tight little pencil skirt accentuating the arch of your ass. You already knew he was about to say something nasty about it.

Your back straightens again as you come up, folder in hand, before his hand grazes your lower back, leaning in to use that same low and cocky tone again. “If you’re gonna keep bending over like that, at least have the decency to ask for help.”

You suck in a breath, the feeling of his hand making contact with you nearly making you shiver. “Stop.” You simply say. The demand was simple, but it was enough to have him scoff and sit back down next to you.

You’re both seated, but he’s sitting closer to you than he was before—his thigh pressed against yours, making you shoot him a deadpan look. He notices, smirking before he says, “Don’t worry. I’m working.”

Those four words alone were laced with fake innocence, his eyes scanning the way your fingers flip through the papers, down to the way your plush ass sat against the chair, and down to your legs.

His staring caught your attention, though it didn’t particularly make you uncomfortable.

“Do you ever stop looking?” You say, not bothering to look at him, but the sharpness in your voice was enough to let him know that you were aware of his every move.

“Not when you’re this fuckin’ pretty.” He smirks, before his teeth chew on his bottom lip as he stays leaned back in his chair, barely touching your laptop.

As hard as it was to ignore the supposed compliment, you did, only so he couldn’t get a reaction out of you.

He leans in, lips nearly brushing your ear as he drops the bomb. “You really gonna keep pretending you didn’t care when you heard me fucking her?”

Your body freezes, only your jaw clenching. You hate how he noticed that. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing you were, simply put, slightly jealous and uncomfortable. You can’t deny it.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” He smiles, watching your demeanor completely change the second he brought it up.

“You’re gonna break soon, baby. All that attitude, but you’re already so fuckin’ wet, aren’t you?” He says, standing up from his seat.

Your cheeks flush, body going into utter shock as the sentence slipped from his mouth. Those few words did something to you, and Jake knew it—oh so well. He was making it so damn difficult to resist giving in to his stupid temptations.

He gently tilts your spinning chair so you face him, before he grabs your chin and forces you to look up at his standing figure.

It gave him so much power, the feeling of you gulping and staring up at him like you knew he was about to ruin you any second now. It’s what he’s been wanting.. to get a taste of you.

“Go ahead. Keep acting like you don’t want it.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You glare, shoving his hands off as you stand up from your seat, still looking up at him as he was taller than you.

Your bodies are close, chests nearly pressed together as the heated tension lingers in the air.

“Make me.” He grins.

Unable to hold back, your lips crash onto each other’s.

Your soft lips move against his—both hungry, messy, like you’d been holding back for way too long. They move in sync, your hands wrapping around his neck as he grabs you under your thighs, pushes away the stack of folders and papers, and sets you on top of the glass table.

Part of your body was in a state of shock. The man who pretty much made work miserable for you was now making out with you, and you let him. However, part of you couldn’t deny the tension between the two of you, and that he always looked so good and fuckable.

Your skirt is slightly ridden up, your hand pulling him closer by his collar as his hands roam your entire body, only because you’ve never let him lay a finger on you up until now.

His hands start on your hips, squeezing them before they slide up to caress your waist, and then between your thighs, grazing over your soaked, clothed pussy. “Knew you’d be wet f’me,” he mumbles into the kiss, chuckling to himself.

You pull away, hands still wrapped around his neck as you look right into his eyes. “Aww, did you now?”

His eyes don’t leave yours—his gorgeous and enticing smile flashing once more before he says, “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll fuck you right here.”

“I know you’ve been wanting to.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Just fuck me already, Jake.”

“Say please, baby.”

“Dammit—please, Jake!”

He bites his lip, smirking at your plea before helping you down the desk and flipping you over, pushing your chest flat against the cold glass.

He lifts your skirt up fully, bunching it just above your hips so he can get a clear and full view of your ass and soaked panties. He groans at the sight, one hand roughly squeezing your ass as his finger runs along your clothed slit, the wetness picking up onto his finger. “Dumb little baby, you already this wet from a few kisses?”

You roll your eyes, already getting impatient as you wait for him to give you what you so badly want.

He hooks a finger around your panties before yanking them down, letting them pool around your heels. He unzips his pants just enough to free his cock—hard, flushed, and leaking at the tip. “Been dying to fuck you since day one,” he mutters under his breath.

He rubs the tip between your wet folds, collecting your slick as he teases your entrance, spitting a string of saliva that perfectly drips down right before he pushes in.

You squirm beneath as he palms your ass, doing anything but fucking you, before he says, “You have no fuckin’ idea how long I’ve wanted this. Every time you walked past me in that tight little skirt with your tits out—fuck.”

You gasp when he pushes the head in, a groan escaping his lips as he throws his head back, savouring how warm and tight you already feel when he’s not even fully inside you.

He pushes the rest of his cock in, easy to do with how your slick clung to him, mixed with his spit. A soft moan spills from your mouth when he bottoms out, cock fully buried inside your tight walls. No wonder he had the boss moaning like crazy—he’s fucking huge.

The stretch was unlike anything you’ve felt before. It was painful, but more addicting than anything. His thickness stretched you out so good, your pussy doing everything in its power to adjust to it before he absolutely destroys you.

He pulls out a little more than halfway, before slamming back inside you, over and over. Your eyes roll back, head falling onto the table, your cheek mushed against the cold glass as his hips snap into your ass.

The sound of skin slapping, mixed with your screams and moans and his heavy grunts, fills the room. His hands keep a firm grip on your hips, helping to fuck yourself on him so your thrusts sync and hit your deepest spots.

It doesn’t take long before his tip brushes your sweet spot with nearly every thrust, a smug smirk plastered on his face as he hears the stream of ‘yesyes’ and ‘fuckfuck’s spill from your mouth when he angles his hips to find that weakest spot of yours.

“That’s it, you take it so good for me. Knew this pussy was mine the second I saw you,” he breathes out, eyes locked on the way the flesh of your ass recoils every time it slams back against his pelvis. His hand lands a sharp slap to your cheek, making it turn a deep red.

“J-jake—Fuck!” You cry out once you feel the stinging sensation.

No wonder girls keep crawling back and giving into him. He knows exactly what to say during sex. All the right things, the ones that’ll have your head spinning and eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You moan out his name over and over, trying to steady yourself on the glass desk with each brutal thrust that has your body jerking forward, but it’s nearly impossible with how limp you already feel—and you haven’t even come yet.

“This what you wanted, huh? To get bent over and used like a fuckin’ toy?” He tuts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back a bit.

You can’t even form a response. All that leaves your mouth is a pathetic moan as his cock fucks into you so deep and perfectly. Your duties are long forgotten, discarded on the table. All you can think about is how good he feels and how dumb he’s fucking you. “You’ve got the best pussy in the office, don’t you?”

The more his tip slams into your sweet spot, the tighter the knot in your stomach grows, your pussy clenching around him. His head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut at the sudden pressure, relishing how your walls squeeze him.

“F-uck.. been jerking off to the thought of this for weeks,” he moans, voice cracking. “And now I’ve got you dripping on my cock like a whore.”

You feel his tip begin to pulse, his hips stuttering as you both inch closer to release. “Gonna cum f’me, doll? Gonna be a good girl?” He says, voice breathy and desperate.

You nod frantically, eyes glassy and lips parted as you teeter on the edge.

He keeps fucking into you, hips slamming with every thrust. One hand keeps you pinned to the table while the other delivers another harsh slap to your ass, the flesh a deep, burning pink now as cries spill from your lips.

You whimper when you feel his cock twitch. He pulls out at the last second, grunting through gritted teeth as he spills his warm cum all over your ass, your release dripping just at your core.

His two fingers glide up your slit, collecting the mess from your pussy and your release, before bringing them around to your lips.

“C’mon, baby, suck on it,” he says, biting his lip when you wrap your mouth around his fingers, tongue swirling around them before you swallow every drop of your mess.

“Yeah, that’s a good girl. Y’know..” he breathes out with a cocky smirk, “You’re even tighter than I imagined.”

You glance back at him, brows raised, a lazy smirk tugging at your lips. You both chuckle breathlessly.

The realization hits you now. You just let your arch-nemesis fuck you at work.. But you don’t care. That was the best orgasm of your life. Now you understand the hype around Jake and his whore reputation. And Heeseung will definitely be hearing from you.

By the time you and Jake had calmed down after fucking like wild animals, to finishing your duties for the night, to going your separate ways to go home, you found yourself laying back flat on your bed—both conflicted and in disbelief.

The entire moment replays in your head, and all you can wonder is, how’d you actually let him fuck you?

Every single detail scrambles in your brain—how dirty he was talking, how rough he handled you, how deep he fucked you, how big he felt, how filthy his voice sounded while he had you bent over for him, how no guy has ever fucked you this good. And his mention of you having the best pussy in the office made your pussy flutter.

Your thighs press together, warmth and wetness pooling between them. Before you can even realize it, you slip your sweatpants off, discarding them on your side as you still lay on your back, legs almost raised to your chest before your hand rubs slow circles over your clit.

You let the images flash behind your eyelids as you do so—from him grabbing your hips, to spanking you, and then cumming all over your ass by the end of it.

Your rubbing stops before you push two fingers inside your entrance, whimpering at the stretch, though you had Jake’s cock ruin you just a few hours ago.

You try to mimic the way his cock had you filled up, how deep and warm it reached into you.

“Jake, fuck..” you moan under your breath, hips grinding into your hand as your slick-covered fingers quickly pump in and out of your pussy, ramming into your sweet spot as you chase another orgasm.

Sure, this was pathetic of you.. Considering you hated Jake. But the way he fucked you quite literally had you reminiscing, wishing it was his cock instead of your fingers right now.

With a few more curls of your fingers, your cum seeps out, painting your digits with the clear-milky fluid. Your chest heaves as you attempt to calm down from your high, hoping it would give you some kind of relief, but it didn’t.

You lie there, your room mostly dark as the only light source comes from your warm lamp sitting on your nightstand, before your free hand grabs your phone.

You open the message app, before clicking on Jake’s icon. Without even thinking, you type out:

“Round two tmr?”

You stare at the text, not sending it just yet as you reread it. Then backspace it all.

You groan, tossing your phone across the bed.

If tomorrow had already come by now, you would’ve deeply regretted sending any of those texts. You’re only horny in the moment, that’s all.

The next day, you walk into the office nervous as hell, heart pounding when you see Jake walking towards his cubicle.

Frankly, you wouldn’t have cared if he told anybody, though he probably didn’t. Nearly every girl in that office was known for having a one-night stand with Jake, so really, it would be to no one’s surprise.

Worst case scenario, he would’ve acted like nothing had happened between the two of you, leaving you attached.

He notices you as you walk to your own cubicle, and he shoots you that damn smirk before saying, “Morning.”

It left you flustered and annoyed, knowing he at least acknowledged you but didn’t mention anything at all regarding yesterday.

As you settle down in your office, everything still refuses to leave your head. You’re in desperate need of spewing your feelings out before you remember—Heeseung.

The one person you tell everything to, but hadn’t just yet told him about what happened last night.

You quickly grab your phone, sending a text to him that reads:

“Come to my cubicle rn”

Hee: “I’m busy doing smth”

“Pls? I’ll be quick”

Hee: “Is it about Jake?”

“No”

Hee: “Coming”

You were lying. It was about Jake.

You react with a thumbs up to his message and next thing you know, he shows up at your cubicle, leaning against your filing cabinet and crossing his arms, iced americano in hand, ready to listen to whatever shit you need to rant about.

“I did something so stupid,” you say, facing in your chair towards him, making sure to keep your tone down.

His adam's apple bobs before he shuts his eyes for a moment, only to say, “What did you do now?”

You hesitate before finally saying, “I let Jake fuck me.”

“You what?!” He says, a little too loudly as he nearly chokes on his drink, brows furrowing.

“Shh!” You hush. “It was a mistake. It just kind of.. happened. It was so good, but also the worst thing I could’ve ever done.”

“He probably doesn’t see it as a mistake, but.. yeah, no shit. You let someone whose guts you hate fuck you.” He says, still a little surprised at your sudden confession.

“I know that. It was.. really good though. He was so big, and I was like screaming the en—”

“Y/n, now I don’t need to hear about it.” He says, putting an emphasis on the ‘I’, before you remember he had just been the one telling you about all of Jake’s sexual encounters and you were the one to cut him off in disgust.

You roll your eyes dramatically, voice whiny as you say, “But I need to talk to someone! He was like—”

“Nope, I’m out.” He says, taking one last sip of his iced americano before setting it on your desk.

“You can finish it. Oh, and don’t fall for his shit. You and I both know he’s just a walking red flag with a pretty face.” He says, making his way towards the entrance of your cubicle so he can leave and return to his.

“Ughh, I know.. that’s the thing.” You say, taking a sip of the drink Heeseung gave you as he leans against the divider, already halfway out, before you say, “But I might let it happen again.”

He shoots you a playfully nasty look as you giggle into the straw.

After your conversation with Heeseung, you went back into spiral mode. It wasn’t full on, nor was it dramatic, but you were thinking way too much for your own good.

Jake hasn’t mentioned a thing about last night. Hasn’t tried anything—not throwing little hints, nothing. That made everything so much worse for you.

Part of you expected it, for him to have his way with you by having sex and then pretending like nothing happened. But the other part of you absolutely hated it. You wanted him to acknowledge it, to say something about it, to give you the validation.

You’re utterly embarrassed that you let him fuck you, especially in the way he did.. but it was so good. The orgasm, his cock, the dirty talk, the touching—every single little thing.

Needless to say, you were attached. Against your will.

You find yourself in the lounge room, making what feels like your fifth cup of coffee of the day, before Jake walks in.

You turn back, making eye contact just as he steps into the room. Your attention darts back to your warm cup of coffee, not saying a thing—instead gulping and looking visibly nervous. You weren’t expecting your body to tremble and your temple to sweat every time you saw him now, but here you were, looking like a chicken with its head cut off.

He walks past you, making his way to an empty couch to unwind after doing.. well, almost nothing. But just as he’s behind you, he says, “If you want me again, just ask.”

You try hard to act unaffected, but it’s almost impossible. Your cheeks flush and jaw clenches before you turn around, facing him as you snap, “Why don’t you go fuck one of your other girls?”

A bit harsh of you, but.. you were too frustrated and anxious in the moment to control what dumb shit came out of your mouth.

He pauses, raising his eyebrow slightly as a look of what seems like shock and satisfaction washes over his face. “Don’t want them. Kinda like the one who talks back.”

If this wasn’t a reference to you, you don’t know what is.

“At least you have the decency to fuck them and leave.”

Jake’s smirk drops a little, his adam’s apple bobbing like he was about to hesitate on what he was about to say before he goes, “Maybe you’re the first one I don’t wanna leave.”

Your mouth parts when the sentence leaves his mouth, though nothing actually comes out. The way he said it doesn’t feel like a joke, almost as if it’s too real, and this time, you have no comeback.

You walk off, leaving the lounge room with your coffee in hand, not saying a word as you’re too flustered and annoyed.

You leave him standing in the room on his own, alone in his thoughts. Shit. Do I actually want her?

You storm into Heeseung’s cubicle, ready to vent to him, even though you pretty much already did just an hour ago.

He’s on the phone with a client—feet up on his desk, but the minute he sees you in his office with a look of shock on your face, he doesn’t think twice before making some shitty excuse and hanging up. Wow, how professional. But in your defence, you would’ve hung up the phone for him if he hadn’t done it himself.

“What is it now..” he says, dramatically leaning back further into his chair and putting a hand over his forehead like he was a damsel in distress.

You sit yourself on top of his desk, legs dangling just a little before you speak, your voice a little more frustrated and louder than usual, “I can’t stand him, Hee. I just don’t know what to do, I-I mean first he—”

“Woah, easy.. calm down. Tell me what happened.”

You take a breather, his words putting you at ease before you speak again, “He hasn’t said anything about last night, nothing. And then today, he just tells me that I’m the only girl he’s fucked that he doesn’t want to leave after?”

Heeseung chuckles to himself, staring down at his lap when he says, “Yet your legs still probably shook when he told you that. Kinda like how they shook when he fu—”

“Lee Heeseung.” You hit him with a deadpan stare from the desk, silently urging him that this is serious and that he needs to get his shit together.

“S-orry,” his voice cracks. “But.. I don’t understand. What do you even want him to say? ‘Oh, last night was fun’?” He says, mocking Jake’s voice.

“Yeah? Any kind of assurance would’ve been nice.” You say, brows slightly furrowing at his lack of help.

“No one does that anymore. It’s kind of corny.”

“Whatever,” you say, hopping off his desk and slowly walking to exit his cubicle, before he says one more thing that sticks with you: “You either need to fuck him again or block him. Depends if he proves himself.”

You walk out without saying anything back, his sentence engraved in your mind as you still try to process it.

Before you know it, you’re already making your way back to your own cubicle, ready to resume the endless amount of typing and calls you’ll have to take, hoping that’ll clear your mind somehow.

Just as you turn the corner, Jake is leaning against your cubicle wall, chewing on his bottom lip as he zones out at the ground.

You don’t know if he was waiting for you, or just doing his own thing and acting dumb, but you never saw him like this. He almost looked.. anxious.

You approach him, not stepping into your cubicle just yet, but instead in front of him, staring up at him with big eyes as his gorgeous ones meet yours.

A small smirk tugs at his lips before he says, “Look, take it how you want but, I know you hate me.. and I know you’re gonna come back anyway.”

So he was waiting for you. And oh, there’s that cocky Jake you always knew.

You gulp as your eyes stay fixed on his, staying silent as you’re unsure of how to reply.

“You still thinkin’ about last night, yeah?” He says, his smirk becoming more evident as he sees your cheek flush and eyes drop to the floor, avoiding eye contact with him.

He already got his answer—he didn’t need you to say it. “I thought so,” he whispers, before his back comes off the wall and he walks away.

You still weren’t happy with how he approached everything, but at least he acknowledged last night. That’s all you cared about.

Later that night, you snuggle in your blankets, eyes still open as you stare off into the distance of your room, trying to forget about all the thoughts of Jake and his antics that consumed you today.

Your thoughts are shut down when your phone lock screen flashes. You grab your phone, only to see that it’s a text from Jake reading, “You awake?”

“Yeah”

Jake: “Wanna come over for a bit”

“For what?”

Jake: “Nthn, just bored”

“Be there in a bit”

He liked your message before you shut your phone off with a sigh. You don’t know if this was going to be a bad idea, but after all, he was the root cause of why you weren’t able to sleep.

You contemplate your decision for a moment before you think, fuck it, and change into sweatpants and a crop top, grabbing your keys and heading out the door, over to his place with the location he shared.

Luckily, Jake lived pretty close, so a 10 minute walk didn’t feel dreadful at all. Instead, you were wondering how everything was gonna go down. Should you mention what happened last night? Should you ask him if you’re something more than friends? What if he doesn’t care at all?

Your walk ended up feeling like 5 minutes before you found yourself in front of his apartment door, pressing the doorbell before he opened the door—greeting you with a bare and sleepy face, wearing grey sweatpants and a loose white shirt, his hair still looking good but a bit messier. Yet, he still looks so good. Typical Jake.

You walk inside his apartment, the fairly-neat space making you slightly surprised as you always thought of him to be the messy type. But who would’ve thought that he actually took care of his apartment?

You stare at the digital clock on one of the shelves, reading ‘12:54 a.m.’

He leads you to his room where you both sit on his bed—him laying his back against the pillows, legs spread, while you sit beside him, legs pulled up to your chest as your arms hug them close to you.

“You looked cute t’day.. All pouty. Made me wanna ruin you again.” He breaks the silence, his voice so disgustingly hot as it’s laced with sleep and extra raspiness.

“You’re so fucking cocky,” you say, giggling a little as you refuse to make eye contact with him, too anxious to even do anything. You already started to regret even coming over. “You’ve always been.”

“Works on you though, doesn’t it?” He says, looking straight at you through heavy-lidded eyes.

You finally get the courage to make eye contact with him before you say, “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Don’t gotta. You’re the one in my bed right now,” he chuckles, earning one from you as well. You didn’t reply because, frankly, he was right. You had every right to decline his request of coming over, but you did anyways—now sitting right on his bed.

The air is thick with tension and silence. You zone out before you finally look over to him again, staring at his lap before your words catch his attention. “Are we seriously not gonna talk about last night?”

Yes, he mentioned it once earlier today, but it wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to pull more answers out of him.

“You want me to say I liked it? That I’ve been thinking about it all day?” He mocks, slightly raising an eyebrow as he realizes just how much you cared about that one night.

You go quiet, sucking in a breath. Yes, you wanted him to say exactly that, but there’s no way you were actually going to admit it.

“Cause I have.” He speaks, before adding, “I don’t gotta tell you, you’re a smart girl.”

Your cheeks flush at his comment, heat pooling between your thighs as he smirks at your flustered reaction.

“Come here,” he says a little too casually, patting on his lap like he was telling a dog to come sit.

“W-what?” You stutter. You’ve already been fucked dumb by him, so you don’t know why you were so hesitant to sit on his lap—you just were.

“Just come sit. Why, you scared?” He tuts, patting his lap once more like it was the last opportunity he’d give you.

You roll your eyes at him before you slowly crawl onto his lap, straddling it as his hands immediately find their way to your hips, resting on them as he stares up at you with those pathetic, irresistible eyes.

You gulp at the sight, your hands snaking around his neck as your bodies are so close they could nearly press together.

One hand that was once resting on your hip comes around your waist, closing the gap between your bodies as his face nuzzles into your bare neck, pressing soft and wet kisses on your skin. It was unexpected and sudden, but felt so good—almost making you shiver in his touch.

Your hands find their way to his hair, tangling your fingers in the soft and messy locks, your breathing becoming heavier as his kisses trail down from your neck, to your collarbone, down to just the top of your breasts.

You softly gasp when he tugs your crop top over your breasts, the flesh recoiling as he smirks and looks at you at the fact that you came with no bra on. “Nasty girl.”

He helps pull the shirt over your head before his mouth immediately latches onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his other hand kneads your other breast, his large hand palming and squeezing the meat.

You throw your head back slightly, mouth parting as his tongue works perfectly against your tits, your hips unintentionally grinding on his bulge.

He whimpers into the suck of your nipple when he feels the friction, pulling off your peaked bud with a wet pop, his lips swollen.

“You gonna let me fuck you again, baby?” He says, looking back up at you, your brows furrowed in pleasure as both of his hands knead and squeeze your tits like they’re stress relievers.

You whimper before nodding, the wetness in your sweatpants collecting as you want nothing more now than his cock inside of you. Sounds desperate, but in this case, you were.

“Take it off,” he says with a throaty voice, tugging at your sweatpants. You do just as he says, slipping them off and discarding them on his floor as his hands firmly place you on your back, your body on full display for him as he tugs his own sweatpants down—enough to free his throbbing cock, already pink and leaking at the tip.

He aligns his cock with your soaked core before pushing in slow, both of you gasping. You still weren’t used to his size—though you never think you’re going to be able to.

A wet squelch echoes in the room when he bottoms out, loud and sticky. Your eyes flutter open at the noise, at how obscene it sounds.

He grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulder, your ankles right at his shoulders as his hips move back and forth, giving you slow and deep strokes that already hit just right. You wondered how he found that sweet spot again of yours so quickly.

“Right there, hm?” he says, pressing down on your stomach to feel where his tip hits inside you. He memorized every spot inside your pussy—what a fuckboy thing to do.

“M-mhmm,” you whimper, chewing on your bottom lip as your eyes flutter shut, the pure pleasure of his cock fucking into you agonizingly slow making your brain turn into mush.

The filthy squelch of your pussy gets louder with every thrust—a lewd, sticky and wet sound that fills the room. You swear you could feel yourself dripping down to the sheets.

He reaches down to cup your jaw, forcing your face to meet his. “Look at me. Look at me while I fuck this pretty pussy,” he says, before letting out a loud groan when he feels your core tighten at his words.

His thrusts pick up, your tits bouncing as your body keeps jolting with every movement, your legs still resting over Jake’s shoulder while his hands grip onto your hips—firm enough to leave a mark if he let go.

You throw your head back further into the sheets, hips jerking and a soft moan escaping your lips when his tip kisses your cervix, his cock so deep and warm inside you it could almost make you see stars. You shift a little, moving yourself a little further from him. Well, you try to.

“Don’t run, baby. Take it,” he says, pulling on your hips so your body comes down into the place it once was before. Your eyes roll back with each thrust, your pussy practically strangling him.

“F-uck Jake—G-gonna cum—!” Your voice cracks right at the last second, before you cum. Your milky mess drips onto his cock, getting shoved back inside you as he’s still chasing his high, but he’s very close—as you feel his cock pulsing inside your tight gummy walls.

“This pussy’s all fuckin’ mine,” he groans, throwing his head back before he pulls out just in time, stroking his length a bit before his thick ropes of cum paint your stomach.

His hands finally let go of your hips, his finger marks evident as he stays there for a moment, both of you catching your breaths before he walks into his bathroom and comes out with a towel.

He wipes down your messy and dripping pussy, as well as your stomach that he spilled his release on, before discarding it lazily on the bed.

He lays beside you, pulling you into his chest, your leg thrown over his hip as your head rests on his chest, his heart fluttering from the orgasm.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, not even realizing it. All you can remember is him gently stroking your hair while you softly breathe into his chest.

“How about I pick you up from your place tomorrow?” He breaks the silence, his fingers resting in your hair before he adds, chuckling, “Maybe we can stay after hours again.”

You giggle into his chest at his conceited remark. “And what if your little girlfriends see us?”

“I’ll tell them I’m taken.”

Oh.. so this is how he makes things official?

You feel a little stunned at the statement, but also grateful that he still stuck around to annoy you all those days at work, ever since your first day at the job—and grateful that he picked you amongst the swarm of girls who’d kill to be in a relationship with him.

Your head comes off his chest, your face leaning in to press a soft and warm kiss to his plush lips as he hums into your mouth, snaking his hands around your waist, pulling you even closer to his body.

Maybe the man you so-terribly despised at your office job wasn’t that bad. Hopefully Heeseung approves.