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House of Cards đ˛âĽâŚ (discontinued, series will be redone with a different plot) - Intro | Coffee (đ˛âĽ, Seokjin x reader) | Rain (âĽ, Namjoon x reader)
Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures đ˛âĽ (Seokjin x reader) - part one | part ???
Fireworksverse đ˛âĽâŚ (Seonghwa x reader, San x Wooyoung) - Fireworks: Iâm The One (For You) (đ˛âĽ, Seonghwa x reader)
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Year of the Villain Collab
Auroraverse (multiple fandoms + pairings) - A Royal Pain (Yeosang x Wooyoung) đ˛âĽâŚ
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Fireworks: Iâm The One (For You) (Seonghwa x reader) đ˛âĽ
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4:37 AM (Yunho x reader) âĽÂ
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9:24 AM (Yeosang x reader) âĽ
10:44 AM (Yeosang x reader) âĽâŚ
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Auroraverse - A Royal Pain (Yeosang x Wooyoung) đ˛âĽâŚ
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Auroraverse - A Royal Pain (Yeosang x Wooyoung) đ˛âĽâŚ
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7:38 PM (Jongho x reader) âĽâŚ
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House of Cards đ˛âĽâŚ - Intro | Coffee (đ˛âĽ) | Rain (âĽ) (Seokjin x reader, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader)
Butter đ˛âĽ (Seokjin x Namjoon)
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Gone (Seokjin x reader) âŚ
Butter (Seokjin x Namjoon) đ˛âĽ
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Coffee (Seokjin x reader) đ˛âĽ (part of discontinued House of Cards)
Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures (Seokjin x reader) đ˛âĽ - part one
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Butter (Seokjin x Namjoon) đ˛âĽ
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Rain (Namjoon x reader) ⼠(part of discontinued House of Cards)
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ă plot: For three years, Kang Yeosang was the quiet, obedient assistant to one of the most powerful women in techâuntil she fired him with a cold, impersonal email. Drunk and furious, he confronts her at a bar, expecting to see the same ruthless CEO he once feared. Instead, he finds a woman exhausted by control, desperate to let someone else take over. Now, sheâs offering him that power. Yeosang has spent years following ordersâbut can he step up and be the one giving them? And what happens when surrendering control turns into something neither of them can resist?
ă content: babygirl (2024) inspired, office sex, power dynamics, pet names (puppy), humiliation kink, submissive reader, face-fucking, shoe-grinding, cumplay, smut, comedy, this was written around Christmas time so itâs set around that time as well, also set in NYC
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Yeosang stared at his laptop screen, the faint glow of the monitor illuminating his face while all the color drained from it. His hands trembled slightly on the keyboard, his breathing growing shallow and uneven. Each word on the screen struck him like a dagger. He reread the message as if repetition might change its meaning.
Subject: Employment Termination
Dear Mr. Kang,
We regret to inform you that, due to recent budget cuts and ongoing concerns about your performance, we have made the difficult decision to terminate your employment with ChromaTech.
Please arrange to return all company property, including devices and ID badges, to our office as soon as possible. Alternatively, we can schedule a FedEx pickup from your home.
Your final paycheck will be processed and deposited later this week.
We appreciate your contributions to ChromaTech and wish you the best in your future endeavors.
Regards,
HR
The words blurred together as Yeosang's vision clouded, his mind racing to make sense of it all. Performance concerns? He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the surge of humiliation and anger that coursed through him.
This wasnât just a job to himâit was stability, routine, a cornerstone of the life heâd painstakingly built through hard work and commitment. Now it was gone, reduced to a cold, impersonal email that left no room for explanation, no chance to plead his case.
Yeosang let his head fall into his hands, the faint whir of the laptop's fan echoing in the room. It all felt surreal to him like he woke up to find the ground had shifted beneath his feet, leaving him dangling over a dark abyss.
He looked over at his digital calendar, every hour clogged up with reminders, appointments, and deadlines for the next month and a half, all completely useless now. For the first time in years, he had no idea what he was supposed to do next.
The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. Yeosang drifted from room to room in his cramped East Village apartment, his gaze occasionally landing on the precarious stacks of Amazon boxes littering the floor. A pang of regret twisted in his chest. Heâd splurged on gifts for his friends, family, andâmost indulgentlyâhimself during the holidays, telling himself it was fine to celebrate, that he deserved all the latest new tech and shiny sneakers. Now, staring at his dwindling savings, the extravagance felt like a slap in the face. Great timing.
After scheduling the FedEx pickup and stuffing his work belongings into a battered cardboard box, he tossed it into the corner, out of sight but never out of mind. Every motion felt mechanical, his thoughts distant and dulled. He couldnât sit in this suffocating silence anymore, couldnât let the reality of his situation consume him.
Tomorrow was Thursday. No work, no obligations. Now he had all the time in the world and no idea what to do with it.
Fuck it, he thought. If life wanted to kick him while he was down, then heâd kick back, even if it meant getting obliterated in the process. Grabbing his coat, he made a decision. Tonight, he wasnât going to sit in his misery. He was going to hit the fanciest bar he could find and drink himself into oblivion, maybe even pick up a cute girl to take home. Consequences could wait until tomorrow.
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Yeosang slouched over the bar counter, his cheek nearly pressed against the cool wood, looking more like he was napping than nursing a drink. The Manhattan in his hand felt cold, its amber glow reflecting faintly in his tired eyes. He swirled the liquid absently, his thoughts as muddled as the cocktail before him.
He regretted coming here. Liquor wasnât his thingâheâd always avoided it, telling himself he needed to stay sharp for work. But the truth was simpler: alcohol made him sleepy. One drink, and heâd be nodding off like some human embodiment of the Sleepytime Bear. Thereâs no way any girl would want to go home with him like this.Â
And yet, here he was, sipping on a cocktail heâd never had before tonight, all in the name of free will. Heâd picked it for no other reason than its price tagâit was one of the most expensive options on the menu. If he was going to spiral, why not spiral in style? The bitterness of the drink soured his tongue, but he kept sipping, his mind already drifting into that hazy, detached state where everything felt just a little less sharp, a little more bearable. It wasnât the escape he thought it would be, but for now, it was enough.
Yeosang had served you diligently for almost three years, though to him, it felt more like a decade. When he first got the position as Executive Assistant, heâd been thrilledânot for the prestige or the title, but for the hefty paycheck that came with it. A corporate job was soul-crushing, sure, but at least it paid handsomely for the privilege of grinding you into dust.
For three years, heâd been your shadow. He made your coffee just the way you liked it, meticulously scheduled and rescheduled your endless meetings, and trailed after you as you tore through Midtown in your impossibly dainty heels. Somehow, your So Kate pumps made you walk faster than him, even in his worn-out tennis shoes.Â
He picked up your dry cleaning, planned your trips down to the minute, and waited bleary-eyed at baggage claim after grueling international flights to haul your overweight suitcases to your hotel room. He booked your dinner reservations at trendy restaurants, juggling waitlists and cancellations like a magician. He prepared your reports and presentation notes, answered your emails, your calls, your textsâevery last trivial thingâso the only task left for you was to look polished in your Banana Republic pencil skirt and flash a pretty smile at investors.
To everyone else, you were the epitome of successâthe poster child for Women in Tech. An Ivy League graduate at the helm of one of the countryâs biggest tech companies, you embodied the impossible standard, all while maintaining a buzzing social life, and an aura of poise that never cracked, no matter how demanding the circumstances. While others juggled, you danced, balancing it all with a grace that seemed almost superhuman. To the outside world, you werenât just successfulâyou were aspirational, the kind of woman others admired, envied, and tried to emulate. But to Yeosang, you were a full-time job, a 24/7 whirlwind that consumed everything in its path, leaving him wiped out and drained.
Performance concerns. He knew exactly what that meant.
It had been a few weeks ago, late at night. You were stressed, working overtime in your office, which, of course, meant he had to stay late too. The request wasnât anything unusualâjust your evening coffee: Colombian roast, vanilla creamer, a delicate dusting of cinnamon powder on top. Simple enough.
Heâd handed the mug to you with both hands, careful not to spill a drop. Then he lingered, waiting for you to assign something else. But you barely looked up, waving him off with a flick of your fingers. As he turned to leave, his eyes caught your reflection in the glass doors.
Thatâs when he saw it.
A look of disgust twisted your features as you took a sip, your lips curling ever so slightly in disapproval.
The memory of it hit him like a slap. At first, he hadnât understood. But back at his desk, it came rushing back, sharp as a pin in his chest. Peppermint mocha.
Heâd grabbed the festive creamer that someone had left on the kitchen counter instead of the usual vanilla you liked. It wasnât intentionalâjust an absent-minded mistake made after hours of exhaustion. But in your world, there were no small mistakes.
And now, sitting alone at the bar with his life upended, that one moment felt emblematic of everything.
Okay, maybe it wasnât just the peppermint mocha creamer.
His nerves had always been his downfall, often betraying him in the form of small but noticeable mistakes. A double-booked meeting here, a forgotten reservation thereâusually because he was too busy helping you pick out a new pair of Christian Louboutins for your Paris trip, or researching market pricing for an upcoming presentation. There was also that time he missed a few typos in a report you handed to the company heads, which earned him a withering glare in front of the whole boardroom.
But could you really blame him? You treated him like he had six arms, and the ability to teleport with the speed of light when in reality, he was just one man. No matter how hard he worked, it was never enough. If he meticulously completed every task you gave him, youâd point out the smallest flaw. If he preempted your needs, youâd call him presumptuous. Every win felt hollow because youâd always point out what could have been done better. Pleasing you was like chasing a mirageâno matter how close he got, the finish line kept moving farther away.
Still, one thing was certain: the peppermint mocha creamer had been the final straw. A small, almost insignificant mistake in the grand scheme of things, but for you, it had been enough to seal his fate.
Yeosang's ears perked up, his sluggish thoughts snapping into focus at the sound of a familiar voice. He froze, the glass of Manhattan halfway to his lips, as he scanned the dimly lit bar. And then he saw you.
You were tucked into the corner booth, surrounded by a few friends, with a pink cocktail in your hand. The faint hum of laughter carried over the low jazz music, and you looked so relaxed, so carefree. It was as if nothing had happenedâas if his world hadnât just imploded because of you.
A spark of anger flared in his chest, simmering, then growing hotter with each passing second. How could you? How could you throw him away so carelessly and then go out for drinks, laughing and clinking glasses like it was any other night?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Heâd done everything for you. Everything. Heâd missed his nieceâs first recital because you needed him to oversee a last-minute report. Heâd skipped Thanksgiving with his family because you insisted on an "urgent" trip to Japan that turned out to be nothing more than a glorified shopping spree. His love life? Nonexistent. How could he have one when you were the only woman in his life, demanding every ounce of his time, energy, and attention?
And now, here you were, sipping cocktails without a care in the world. You didnât even have the decency to tell him to his face why you let him go. The least you couldâve done was look him in the eye and explain yourself, to acknowledge the years he gave you, the sacrifices he made.
Yeosang clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around the glass in his hand. He felt the weight of all those buried resentments rising to the surface, demanding release. For the first time in three years, he wasnât going to stay silent.
Yeosang drained the last of his Manhattan, the liquid fire burning its way down his throat as if fueling his decision. The warmth spread through his chest, blurring the sharp edges of his hesitation. When he saw your friends stand to leave, laughing as they hugged you goodbye, he seized the moment. The alcohol coursing through his veins muffled his nerves, and the simmering anger propelled him off the barstool.
He approached you with purpose, his heart pounding harder with each step. Heâd imagined this confrontation in his head for hours, maybe even years. But when you looked up, your eyes narrowing in confusion, it all dissolved.
âYeosang?â you said, your tone laced with surprise as you squinted at him. âWhat are you doing here?â
For a moment, he froze, caught in the trap of your gaze. Then, the words tumbled out before he could stop them, anger surging past his control.Â
âAn email? Really?â Yeosang spat, his voice cutting through the low hum of the bar. His eyes were dark with anger, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. âYou couldnât evenâ didnât even have the decency to say it to my face? Are you that much of a coward?â
You stiffened, the weight of the bar patronsâ stares pressing down on you. You reached out toward him, your voice was soft but firm. âHey, letâs calm downââ
âDonât tell me to calm down!â he roared, his words slurring slightly, his stance wobbly from the alcohol. âThree years! I gave you three years of nonstop devotion, and I donât even get a proper goodbye? No thank you, no explanation? Do you know how much shit I had to sacrifice for you?â
His voice cracked, his frustration spilling out with every word. âYou love parading around with this âgirlboss,â fearless woman-in-tech image, but youâre just a scared little girl. Too scared to even look me in the eye and tell me what I did so wrong that you had to hide behind HR to fire me!â
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you caught the awkward glances of nearby patrons, their murmured conversations stopping as they pretended not to eavesdrop. You pursed your lips, your patience snapping like a brittle thread. Grabbing his arm roughly, you dragged him out of the bar, ignoring his protests as the cold, snowy air hit both of you like a slap.
âYou really wanna do this here?â you hissed, your voice low but sharp, cutting through the quiet of the empty street. âFine. Letâs do this.â
Yeosang blinked at you, his anger simmering as he swayed on unsteady legs.
âYou want to know why you were fired?â You stepped closer, staring him dead in the eye. âYouâre a terrible listener. You fuck up my coffee order. You double-book meetings, forgot to confirm reservations, and just last month, you botched the presentation I needed for the board by misspelling half the client names. Do you know how humiliating that was for me?â
Your words hit him like gunshots, but you didnât stop. âYou donât listen, Yeosang. You never pay attention to detail. I needed someone I could count on, someone who could make my life easier. Iâm not asking for much. Instead, I got someone who left me to fix their mistakes half the time!â
Yeosang flinched at your words. But even as they sunk in, indignation burned in his chest. He didnât believe he deserved thisânot for the mistakes you listed, not for everything he had done for you.
He stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of defiance and pain. The cold outside nipped at your skin, but the heat of his breath against your face made you hyperaware of the tension between you.
âI listen,â he said, his voice low but firm. âYouâre just impossible to please.â
You opened your mouth to retort, but he didnât let you.
âI double-booked your meeting one time because you refused to confirm your schedule with the finance group until the last minute. I misspelled the names on that report because the stupid internâyour internâgave me an Excel sheet with half the names wrong. And reservations? You spring that shit on me while Iâm busy walking your dog or picking up your overpriced $20 salad. And the coffee? The fucking coffee? Give me a break!â
His voice cracked with frustration, his breath coming faster now. âYou act like Iâm some incompetent idiot when all I ever did was clean up after your chaos. Do you know what itâs like working for someone who changes their mind every ten minutes, who expects you to read their mind and be three steps ahead all the time? No matter how much I did, no matter how fast or how perfectly, it was never enough for you! You are a soulless, narcissistic, she-devil, and you love making everyone around you miserable because nothing makes you happy!â
You were nose to nose with him now, the closeness electric and unnerving. Yeosang didnât realize how close he had gotten until he could see every delicate detail of your face. But he didnât back away. He didnât want to.
For the first time, he felt taller, stronger, more in control. He wasnât just the assistant trailing behind you, fetching your coffee and carrying your bags. Right now, you were the one looking up at him, your confidence faltering under the weight of his hard gaze.
Then, something shifted. His anger, which had been a roaring fire just moments ago, flickered and dimmed. His eyes dropped to your lips, noticing how you worried them slightly between your teeth. The cold had turned them soft, flushed red, quivering as though they couldnât decide what to say next. He felt the heat in his chest start to dissipate.
âAll I ever wanted was to please you, but you never gave me a chanceâ he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost soft. His words hung between you like a fragile thread, and he didnât know whether to pull it tighter or let it snap.
His gaze met yours again, and for a brief moment, the tension shifted into something vulnerable. He remained where he stood, towering over you, suddenly feeling exposed, but the weight of his words lingered, heavy and unanswerable in the snowy silence.
You couldnât explain it, but you liked this side of him. It was the first time youâd seen raw emotion in his faceâanger, frustration, passionâit was fascinating. For as long as youâd known Yeosang, he had been quiet as a mouse, his replies clipped and deferential: Yes, maâam. Right away, maâam. Always composed, always distant, like a shadow that existed only to serve.
But now? Now he looked alive. His dark eyes burned with intensity, his lips still slightly parted from his impassioned outburst. You hated to admit it, but he looked almostâŚsexy? The sharp line of his jaw, the way his breath puffed in short bursts against the cold, the heat radiating off him even in the freezing air. And his voiceâyou liked how deep it gets when heâs mad. You liked it enough to disregard the she-devil comment. It almost delighted you. You liked being talked down to. Not enough people had the balls to do so.
âI can give you another chanceâŚâ The words slipped from your lips before you even realized you were speaking. Your tone was quieter, almost sultry, betraying the tug of something entirely outside good judgment. You had nothing but the liquor to blame. You tilted your head slightly, holding his gaze, the weight of your offer hanging heavy in the cold air.
âTo please me, that is.â
His breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly before narrowing in confusion. The air between you crackled with tension, unspoken implications simmering beneath the surface. For a moment, you both just stood there, the snow falling softly around you, caught in an electric silence neither of you knew how to break.Â
After a moment of hesitation, Yeosang broke the silence. âOkay.âÂ
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"I'm not sure if I understand," Yeosang said slowly, blinking up at you. "Maâam." The word left his lips instinctively, like muscle memory, but his voice was hesitant.
You sighed, shifting your weight against the desk, arms crossed. The two of you were alone in your office, the usual hum of the busy workday long gone. The only sound was the soft ticking of the wall clock and the faint buzz of the city outside.
He sat stiffly in your chair, the black leather cool against his back, making him even more uncomfortable. He didn't belong thereâyou both knew it. But this was an experiment, after all.
You tilted your head, your patience wearing thin. "Itâs simple. Iâm letting you be the boss today. You just have to tell me what to do, and Iâll do it." Your lips curled slightly. "And donât call me Maâam."
Yeosang swallowed, his getting throat dry. Power had never been something he craved. He had spent his life taking orders, following directions, and anticipating needs before they were spoken. Most people in tech burned out quickly, leaving to chase the dream of being in control, of being the one to give orders. That drive had never come to him. It wasnât in his nature.
And yet, here you were, handing it to him.
His fingers curled against the leather armrests as he searched for somethingâanythingâto say, his mind wading through unfamiliar territory.
"Then what do I call you?" he asked finally, his voice quieter now.
You held his gaze, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips.
"Anything you want."
Yeosang mulled over your words, his mind scrambling to process what was happening. Call you anything he wanted? Tell you to do whatever he wanted? It was the kind of fantasy teenage boys dreamed about, yet his mind was a complete blank.
You sighed, exasperated by his hesitation. "Can I give you a suggestion?" You asked, stepping closer.
He nodded, swallowing hard, the words still stuck in his throat.
You leaned in slightly, your voice dipping just enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand. "Ask me to get on my knees."
Yeosang's breath hitched. His mind latched onto the words, turning them over, considering. Then, slowly, he nodded in agreement.
You chuckled. "You have to say the words, Mr. Kang."
His ears burned. "Oh, right," he said quickly, his voice a little too high, a little too quick. He cleared his throat. "Get on your knees."
The words felt foreign and awkward, but the way you looked at him made something tighten in his chest.
Mr. Kang.
No one had ever called him that before. It was always Yeo, Yeosang, or, on occasion, the internâhis young face fooling half the office into thinking he was some college kid on summer break. But Mr. KangâŚHe liked the way it sounded coming from your lips.
He sat frozen, watching as you slowly sank to your knees in front of him, settling neatly between his legs. His breath hitched, his pulse hammering against his skin.
You looked up at him, eyes glinting with somethingâDesire? Amusement? He couldnât tell, but whatever it was, it left him breathless.
You waited, patiently, expectantly, your lips slightly parted as if anticipating his next command. You almost looked like an obedient little puppy, so much so that he almost called you pup.Â
Yeosang exhaled sharply, gripping the leather armrests as his mind raced. He was supposed to be in control. Supposed to be giving the orders. But right now, sitting in your chair, watching you kneel before him, it felt like he was the one unraveling.
âTake off your shirt.âÂ
He was getting comfortable now. He watched as you unbuttoned your top and discarded it to the side, leaving you only in your lacy black push-up bra. You placed your hands neatly over your lap, patiently awaiting his next request. Yeosang was stunned at how easily and effortlessly you followed his instruction, not showing a single sign of shame as you undressed in front of your junior. He wondered how far he could take it.Â
âTake that off too.âÂ
You unhooked the back part of your bra and tossed it to the side with your blouse, your hands returning to your lap.Â
Yeosang let himself relax into your chair, eyes fixed over your soft and bare skin. He bit the skin around his thumb, drinking in your physique. He wanted to touch them, knead them, feel their weight in his hands, but he kept himself restrained. He was growing to like this game and wanted to see what else he could make you do.Â
He licked his lips, finally settling on his next request. âCome here.â
You scooted closer to him, your eyes now level with his clothed cock.Â
âKiss it.âÂ
Without hesitation, you leaned forward, letting your lips trail slow, deliberate kisses along the outline of his growing bulge. You could feel the firmness of his balls from beneath the thick fabric, the desire to see them making your core ache with need. Glancing up through your lashes, you took in the sight of Yeosang already succumbing to the pleasure, his body relaxing into the chair, eyes dark with lust. He was undeniably beautiful, every feature accentuated by the flush of arousal, and the thought of pushing him to the edge, of watching him cum, was a temptation you could hardly resist.Â
You began palming his cock, feeling it stiffen just under your touch. âCan I please take it out, Mr. Kang?â You asked in an airless and sultry voice which no doubt made Yeosang feel weak.Â
Yeosang gripped the leather armrests and nodded. âGo on.âÂ
With glee, you unbuttoned his pants and fished out his throbbing cock, his skin feeling warm and tender as you gave it a few lazy strokes. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his blushing tip, the sudden touch making him hiss from his seat.Â
You giggled softly at his reaction, continuing to leave a trail of kisses on the sides of his cock, your hand gripping at the base. He felt so hot and heavy in your hand, and you were growing impatient for a taste.Â
âPut it in your mouth.âÂ
You eagerly fed him into your mouth, the weight on your tongue already making you dizzy. You salivated around his length, a few dribbles of drool rolling down his shaft. Yeosang could feel himself twitching inside you. The sight of his uptight boss with her mouth so full of his cock made his head spin, all the hesitations and apprehensions he had in the beginning now dissipating while a hunger took over him.Â
âNow suck it.âÂ
You began sucking at his head, the thickness of his hard cock proving to be a challenge, so much so that you could only really take the tip in your mouth. You grabbed onto the base with both hands, bobbing and slurping him as his breathing grew more unsteady. When you looked back up at him with your big, puppy-dog eyes, you were delighted to see that same Yeosang from earlierâthe one with fire in his eyes, with furrowed brows and a sharp tongue, throwing demands and names at you without hesitation. Gone was the quiet, obedient assistant who trailed behind you like a shadow. In his place sat a man who, for the first time, wasnât afraid to take up space. And you liked it.
âFuck,â He moaned, âThatâs it, thatâs a good puppyâŚtake all of me in that dumb little mouth, yeah, just like that.âÂ
You loved hearing him coach you, loved when he called you a dumb little puppy. You could feel your wetness leaking through your stockings, a need aching so strongly between your legs that you had no choice but to grind yourself over Yeosangâs new shoes, your slick wet juices glistening over the rubber soles.Â
Yeosang was so far gone now, his only purpose left being to chase his high. His hands gripped your strands tightly to hold you in place. Before you knew it, he was thrusting himself into you, his whole length pushing down into your throat with no warning. He set a brutal pace, fucking your mouth with no mercy, reveling in your wet gagging sounds as he makes use of your throat.Â
âFuck, I love fucking this little mouth,â He panted, âGood little slut, gonna take my cum? Gonna swallow all my cum down your little throat, huh?âÂ
Tears streamed down your face as he ruthlessly plowed into your mouth. Despite his roughness, your body trembled with need, your hips continuing to grind against his shoes, desperate for release. Your muffled moans vibrate around his shaft, spurring Yeosang on as he chases his pleasure.Â
Yeosang gripped your hair tightly, thrusting and plunging his hard cock deeper into your eager mouth. For years, he dealt with your nonstop nagging and bitching, and he had to admit it was nice to finally get you to shut up, with a mouth full of his cock no less. âThis is what you like, huh? You like being put in your place? Like being a little fuck doll for me?âÂ
He punctuated his words with harsh snaps of his hips. The term fuck doll was enough to send you over the edge. Your hips stilled, your core tightening as you came, your moans muffled by his hard cock. A devilish grin spread across his face as he playfully tapped the tip of his shoe against your swollen clit, the jolt of overstimulation sending shivers cascading through you. He relished in the sight of you laid bare in vulnerability, a stark contrast to the composed persona you typically wore. âSuch a mess for meâ He sighed, satisfied with your mascara-stained cheeks and reddened, slobbery lips. âSo, so prettyâŚâ
You grunted with each thrust, the tight clutch of your throat milking his cock deliciously. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for his cum as you took everything he gave you. Your tongue danced along his shaft, massaging the sensitive underside as he fucked your face with wild abandon. You swallowed around him greedily, your throat convulsing along his length as you strived to please him.Â
With a final hard thrust, Yeosang buried himself deep into your warm mouth and let go, flooding your throat with ropes of his hot cum. His breath hitched, a deep, guttural sound of pleasure escaping him as his seed spilled and trickled from the corners of your lips. With firm hands, he held your head snugly against him, grinding against your face as he emptied himself, savoring the sight of you taking every fervent drop.
Your eyes brimmed with tears as you took him deeper, the bittersweet taste of his seed offering a strange satisfaction on your tongue. As you pulled away with a soft pop, Yeosang gently traced your lips with the tip of his cock, leaving a glistening trail of his pearly essence. You couldn't help but lick your lips in delight, a soft moan escaping you as you savored his flavor.
Yeosang felt like he could cum again from watching you grind your cum-drenched face on his cock. You were so desperate, so depraved, he almost couldnât believe this was you. The same career-driven CEO he had dutifully served, the woman who made decisions with razor-sharp precision, who commanded everyoneâs attention with a snap of her fingersâthis was what you secretly craved? To be stripped of control? To be the one taking orders instead of giving them? Who knew that the woman he had once feared, the one who dictated his every move, secretly longed to be a mindless servant, void of responsibility, bound by nothing but the will of someone else?
You gazed up at him adoringly, drinking at the sight of his ruffled hair, his heaving chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The rawness of him, unfiltered and unrestrained, filled you with a thrill you hadnât felt in so long.
To serve someone else for once.
To be the one waiting, watching, hoping for approval.
To do so well for someone that it left them utterly speechless.
It was nearly midnight now, and you had a meeting at 7 AM. You should have stopped, should have called it a night, and sent him home. But how could you now? Not when your body was buzzing with anticipation, not when you craved moreâmore of his voice, more of his praise, more of him.
You wanted to keep going. To do more for him. To hear him call you his good little puppy again.
Slowly, you pushed back onto your heels, your wide, eager eyes locking with his.
âWhat would you like me to do now, Mr. Kang?â
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