Sunflower Vol.6

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You threw your purse down onto the floor of your apartment as soon as you stepped inside and made a b-line for your bedroom. As you plunged into your duvet and felt the comfort of your pillows you let yourself cry, cry, and cry some more. The frustration, the humiliation, and the tension of the day finding itself too overwhelming and every tear you had fought to hold back the whole drive home released itself until there was almost no tears left to cry. Exhaustion overtook you and soon, after the sobs has settled in your chest and you wiped away the last bits of moisture, you drifted off into a deep sleep.

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*knock knock knock*

You stirred awake, groggy and confused. It was dark outside now and your room was pitch black. You looked at the clock on your nightstand and saw the time: 8:37PM. You groaned and rolled onto your back that was sore and stiff from the position you had taken your nap in.

*knock knock knock*

You sat upright, listening, wondering if you were just hearing things. Was somebody at your door?

*KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.*

These were louder now, more clear. Your doorbell started to ring relentlessly as the impatient person continued to demand your attention. You got out of bed and charged over to the door, swinging it open to confront the pestering visor.

“What the fuck do you- oh.” You felt yourself falter as you come to recognize the man at your door. Not much taller than you, black hair, and brown eyes that were burning holes into yours. The CEO.

“Mr. Min, how do you know where I live?”

“Why did you leave your work phone and computer at the office?” He was pissed. Ignoring your question all together and getting right to the point. “I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all evening until I heard your phone ringing in your drawer.”

Fuck. This wasn’t the clean break you envisioned as you walked out of his office and, unbeknownst to him, your job. To be fair, usually when somebody walks off the job they aren’t followed by their boss after. Especially not to their private dwelling. You didn’t answer him, you just stared at him in utter shock, still unable to fathom the CEO was on your doorstep. He was growing impatient and stared at you while he waited for a response. However, his facial expression softened every so slightly as he took in your appearance.

“Have you been crying?” Mr. Min asked you, taking in your puffy eyes and slightly smeared mascara. “What the hell is going on?”

“I uh-“ your voice came out shaky and unsteady. Your fearlessness around him wavering due to his unforeseen approach to targeting job abandonment. There was only one thing that could help in this situation.

.“I…need a drink.”

“A drink?” He scoffed with his eye wide as he looked at you shocked.

“Yep.” You sighed and turned, walking away from the door where Min Yoongi stood completely shocked and unmoving. When you got to the kitchen you grabbed a can of some random wine cooler you had and cracked it open, the strong taste of the cheap booze hardly masked by the overly sweet mixer. You took a deep breath through your nose and felt yourself relax a bit, more like yourself. Without thinking too much about it, you grabbed a second one from the fridge and walked back towards the front door where Mr. Min was still standing and held the drink out to him. “Are you coming or are you just going to stand in my doorway?”

He hesitated slightly but eventually reached out and took the can into his hand and followed behind you. His eyes trailed up and down your walls, looking at multiple pictures and the small plants you had on your shelves. Your apartment was modest and cozy, a one bedroom space you had taken time over the past two years to make your own. With just a few minutes inside, Mr. Min felt as if he had gotten to know you just a bit more without even having to pry answers.

You were messy but in a “I still know where everything is” kind of way. Your bookshelves were not in any particular order with trinkets lining the shelves. Your clothing hamper was in the living room and full of freshly washed clothes you still haven’t folded from days prior, sitting in a messy heap that you combed through every morning to find what you needed. Your dining table was riddled with junk mail you haven’t tossed yet, a spot pushed aside big enough for you to enjoy your meals. It was controlled chaos.

“Sit. Do you want something to eat?” You told him but he shook his head “no”, staring at you hesitantly which made you laugh. “I’m not going to bite.”

“I’ve never been inside one of my employees homes before.” He said with a bit of wonder in the back of his voice. He took a sip of his drink and made a face of disgust. The flavor definitely not living up to his high expectations but, he decided to not complain. “I’m not sure what exactly I’m doing here.”

“Well, you still haven’t been inside one of your employees homes because I quit.” You told him, sitting down across the table from him and taking a big swig of your beverage. Mr. Mins eyebrow raised and he lifted his chin up in a bit of surprise.

“You quit?” He asked you. “Why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” You laughed, taking another drink or two. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“Yes.” He said flatly, taking his first drink. “Do tell.”

“First off, you’re an ungrateful prick.” You started and he pursed his lips sarcastically and nodded as if to agree with you. You rolled you eyes and continued. “Second, you ask far too much of me and even when I deliver, you still find some issue with it.”

“Okay?” He smirked. “Is that all? Or do you have a number three for me?”

You glared at him, lifting your can up to your lips and drinking until it was finished. When you placed the cup down on the table, you couldn’t help but smirk back at him as the next words started to form on your lips.

“And third..” you mumbled. “I don’t want a boss who manhandles me and doesn’t fuck me after.”

Your words visibly shock him as his jaw dropped ever so slightly before he could compose himself again. He expected you to bring up his actions in his office but, not in this manor or context. Placing his drink down on the table and leaning back in your chair, he studied you for a moment before speaking again.

“And what makes you think I would have done that in the first place?” He asked, trying his best to hide all his emotions. “You haven’t proven to be the brightest person who works for me so, how can you be so sure your instincts are correct?”

“Because I felt it. I wanted it too.” You admitted in a whisper. “And you can’t feel that desire without the other also feeling it.”

Mr. Min didn’t speak, he just stood up and walked around to your side of the table without a word. He grabbed your chin with his hand, just like he did in the office earlier, and lifted your face up to look at him.

“Why did you come work for me in the first place?” He asked you and you weren’t sure if it was out of curiosity or resentment. Possibly both.

“A favor to a friend.” You mumbled, your throat feeling dry from the breath he had stolen from you.

“A friend.” He scoffed. “Some friend to send you to work for somebody like me.”

“Yeah. What a fucking asshole.” You told him with venom in your tone.

“You seem drawn to them.” He told you, his fingers gripping your chin tighter. “First, I’m not ungrateful. I just don’t need staff who look for my approval or a thank you for every little thing they do. Their pay and their job is thanks enough. If I wasn’t grateful, they wouldn’t have a position.”

“Second, I ask a lot of you because I know you can do it. And I expect you to do it. I didn’t become who I am overnight and I won’t risk amateurish mistakes being the cause of millions of dollar deals to fall through.” He paused for a moment, watching your face before he continued. “And third.. I don’t want to fuck you.” He told you, sticking his tongue out to lick his lips. “I want to do much more than that. I want to punish you for how much of a fucking brat you are.”

Your chest started to rise and fall with your quickened breaths at his words, his confession making your head spin and the apex of your thighs start to heat. You replayed his words in your head a few times to make sure you heard him correctly before finally finding the courage to speak.

“So why didn’t you? In the office?” You asked him, your voice so full of lust you didn’t even recognize it at first.

“Non-fraternization clause.” He told you plain and simple. The contract you had signed forbid it.

“And you really think I give a shit what that contract says?” You told him and he chuckled.

“No.” He sighed. “But my lawyers and I do.”

“Well..” you trailed off, a smirk forming on your lips. “It’s a good thing I’m no longer your employee then. Right?”

“Right.” He smiled back at you just as mischievously and finally pulled your face to his in a rough and desperate kiss. Your faces colliding would have been painful if you hadn’t been so eager to finally feel him. His lips moved against yours with haste, making up for lost time, and his fingers moved from your chin to your hair where his fingers tangled in the strands.

You bit down on his bottom lip, pulling on it a bit roughly which caused him to groan and suck in a ragged breath between his clenched teeth. You giggled at his reaction but soon your overly confident self was put back in your place when the fingers laced in your hair yanked you back with a bit of force, your mouth falling open in a whine of pain and pleasure. He took it as an invitation to slide his tongue inside your lips to entangle with yours. Both of you moaned into each others mouths as the kiss only deepened and became messier. And soon, you felt his other hand traveling down your body and over the curve of your breast. His fingers stopped over your nipple where he could feel the hard peak poking through the fabric of your shirt. He rubbed small circles with his fingertips over the sensitive pebbled end that sent pleasure like lightning down to your clit. He hasn’t even touched you under your clothes and you were already soaked, your cotton panties sticking to your wet heat.

“Fuck, please fucking touch me.” You told him and he laughed darkly.

“You have such a filthy fucking mouth.” He hissed at you and placed a soft kiss, then a bite with his sharp teeth, against the sensitive skin of your neck. “I’m going to make you pay for that.”

“Yeah? And how are you going to do that?”

“Oh baby..” he tsked, clicking his tongue over and over. “You’re going to find out the hard way. Stand up. Now.”

You stood up slowly, too slow for his liking, and was quickly turned around to face away from him before you even knew what was happening. You felt his body pressed up against yours, his hard cock pushed against your ass, as he sandwiched you between himself and your table.

“Bend over.” He ordered you. “Bend over and grab the edge of the table on the other side.”

You were unsure where he was going with this but you were too turned on to care. You leaned over the wood, your belly against the oak, and curved your fingers around the edge. You felt a bit ridiculous but the erection pressed against your behind was enough to not think too much about what you looked like at the moment. It was clear he was enjoying it.

“What’s your safe word?” He asked you, his voice low and serious.

“What? Safe word?” You scoffed. “Don’t worry big guy, I don’t need a safe word.”

“Yes.” He told you, voice still serious. “Yes you do.”

“Okay, um.. let’s just go with stop?” You told him, feeling a bit clueless of what else you would say. You couldn’t see it but, behind you, Mr. Min rolled his eyes.

“I need something better than that.” He told you, his hand moving to grip you around the waste as he rutted himself against you for a brief moment. “Because you might tell me to stop… but you won’t mean it. I need something better. How about “red?”

“Okay. Red it is, Fifty Shades.” You smirked, rolling your eyes. “Should I also refer to you as sir? What about master?”

“I prefer sir.” He told you, no humor behind his answer. “Do you understand?”

“Are you serious?” You asked him with your voice filled with a bit too much humor for his liking. Instead of answering you directly, he swiftly pulled down your pajama shorts to expose your backside and panties, and gave you a firm spank with the palm of his hand that left you gasping in shock, your fingers gripping tighter against the table. “Fuck!”

“Dead. Fucking. Serious.”

You swallowed hard and took your bottom lip between your teeth. The sting of his hand turning from pain to a perverted pleasure that radiated down between your thighs.

“So, let me ask you.. what are you going to call me?”

“S-sir.” You stuttered.

“Good girl. And what is the safe word?”

“Red.” You whispered, earning another slap against your behind. “Red!.. sir.”

“I like a girl who can do as she’s told.” He hummed in appreciation. “So, why must you be so difficult in all other scenarios? Hmm?”

The ceo started to slowly drag down your panties over your ass. The fabric dragged over your sensitive behind where his hand had lit up your skin, the sensation making you bite your lower lip. Mr. Min took in the sight of you: bent over with your bare ass in front of him and groaned.

“Your ass looks even better than I imagined.” He told you while running his hands over the plump skin, spreading you open ever so slightly. “That skirt you wore today left little to the imagination but, this is..”

He didn’t finish his thought. Instead, he took one of his hands and spanked you yet again, grunting as he watched you arch your back and your ass shake from the impact.

“How many times should I spank you? Hmm?” He asked but more to himself than to you. “What do you deserve for being so insufferable?”

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered. “I’ll do better. Please.. touch me.”

“You say you’re sorry but won’t even address me properly.” He spanks you once again and you start to feel yourself throb between your thighs.

“I’m sorry sir.” You corrected yourself. “Please. I want you to touch me, sir.”

“Mmm.” He hummed and massaged your cheek where he had just made contact with you. “You deserve quite a few but, since you’ve graced me with this amazing view for the first time, I’ll give you only five. Okay?”

“And then you’ll fuck me?.. sir..” You should have been embarrassed by how pathetic you sounded but you were so turned on you didn’t even care. Mr. Min chuckled behind you in amusement.

“Maybe.” He told you. “If you can be good.”

“I promise.”

“Good. Then prove it to me.” He told you. “I’m going to spank you now. And I want you to count. Understand?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.” You gulped and gripped the table even tighter. Your nails digging in to the wood and probably leaving marks. Behind you he shifted himself to stand on the side of you and used his right hand to massage your behind. His hand was soothing, the feeling almost relaxing. And then..

Smack.

“Oh!” You yelped and bit your bottom lip between your teeth after his hand made contact with you.

“Count.” He ordered you again, his voice showing a hint of impatience.

“One.”

Smack.

“Two.”

Smack.

“Three.”

Smack.

“Fuck..! Four.”

“Watch your language.” He told you.

Smack..

“Ugh!” Your back arched and you lifted yourself involuntarily on your toes, his hand this time landing, not on your ass, but on your soaking cunt. The impact stimulated your clit in a way that you didn’t think possible.

“Uh oh.” He scolded you with a smirk on his face. “You didn’t count that time.”

His hand came into contact with your pussy again.. and again.. and again. Quick but intentional spanks that had his long fingers picking up more and more of your slick arousal every time he connected with your core. His fingertips did the most damage this time instead of his palm, his digits hitting you directly on your swollen clit. His hand was a mess now from your arousal and you couldn’t control the mindless whimpers that left your lips every time you felt the impact. Your legs started to shake and you felt a building burn between your thighs that was euphoric.

“Are you going to cum like this? While I slap your pussy?” He asked you, almost bewildered. His hand never ceasing its rhythm.

“P-please!” You begged. “Please sir.”

“Ask me.” He told you. “Ask me permission.”

“Please, sir! Can I cum?” You panted, the tension between your thighs getting unbearable. The anticipation building as you waited for him to allow you to finally let go.

“No.” He told you and you gasped in shock, his hand making contact with you once again. “You don’t deserve it.”

“What? Please- fuck!” You screamed as he continued to spank your pulsing clit, the pleasure becoming too much and too hard to control. He wasn’t playing fair and each impact was targeted with intention. And, even while you tried your hardest to hold it together, you couldn’t. Your orgasm taking over and making you convulse. Yoongi cursed under his breath and stopped spanking you, resorting to direct contact this time and rubbing circles into your clit while you came.

“Fuck, your clit is pulsing so much baby. You really couldn’t hold it in.” He groaned while his fingers rubbed you ruthlessly. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head from the direct contact, your thighs shaking from the oversensitivity. You came a second time within seconds from his fingers while you gasped out moan after moan. He was driving you out of your mind.

“I think you’ve had enough.” He said while finally pulling away from your core. You collapsed onto the cool wood of your table in exhaustion but, behind you, Mr. Min was unbuckling his belt. You heard the buckle hit your floor which made you turn around with your eyes wide. You found him with his thick cock in his hand, the tip glistening in pre-cum, while he prepared to line himself up with your entrance. “It’s my turn now.”

“Mr. Min.. sir. Please. Give me some time.” You panted, your chest still heaving in heavy breaths.

“You can take it.” He smirked. He grabbed your hip with one of his hands and pulled you back to meet the tip of his cock. You could feel his swollen head pressing into your entrance, slowly swallowing him inch by inch.

“Fuck! Wait-“ you gasped but found yourself sinking back into him despite your words of caution. Soon, he was completely inside of you. Not moving. Cockwarming. Enjoying how it felt when you pulsed around him.

“Do you really want me to wait?” He cooed at you in a teasing tone. “Or do you want me to fuck you like the bratty little slut you are?”

You moaned at his filthy words which was enough of an answer for him.

“Remember your safe word.” He told you smugly yet in full seriousness. Using both hands to grab each side of your waist, he started to pull you back onto him at a ruthless pace and power. You screamed out in shock at the impact of his cock and cursed wildly as he railed into you. You held onto the table as if your life depended on it and, in that moment, you swear it did. The room filled with the sound of your moans, his heavy breathing and grunts, and the smack of his balls slamming into your clit as he fucked into you.

“F-fuck! Oh my god!” You whimpered. “Don’t… stop… please don’t stop!”

“That’s it baby. Take it. Take my cock like a good little slut.” He said through gritted teeth, his hand leaving your waist for just a second so he could smack your ass twice as he continued to fuck you. The impact made your pussy clench down hard around him, making him moan. A sound so erotic you swear it almost made you cum.

He moved one of his hands up into your hair and tugged on the roots, your head lifting up and back in delicious pain. His roughness took you a place you hadn’t gone before and you found yourself creaming around his girth, your arousal coating him and spreading all over your inner thighs. A stunning mess.

With your head lifted, your torso was lifted slightly off the table. Your breasts bouncing and hard nipples sliding across the wood, unintentionally stimulating them. You felt yourself begin to tighten around him, your third orgasm building fast. You almost felt a bit of anxiety with how intense the pleasure was getting with the way his size filled you up and hit every sweet spot just right. Your tight cunt closing around him and milking him for every drop of pre-cum he had.

“Is this what you wanted?” He grunted at you, a bit of anger behind his voice. “To be acknowledged? Hmm?”

“Yes!” You practically screamed. “Yes, sir. Fuck, your cock feels so fucking good.”

“You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” He asked you, somehow fucking into you even harder.

“Yes! Gonna.. fuck- I’m gonna cum.” Your eyes started to roll into the back of your head.

“Ask me.” He grunted. “Ask me if you can.”

“Please can I cum?” Your voice came out frantic as your climax was coming up on you quick.

“Will you come back to work?” He asked you unexpectedly.

“W-what? Fuck..” you moaned as he shifted on his feet and changed his angle up into you. “What do you-“

“Say yes and you can cum.” He said, taking his hand and bringing it around to the front of you so he could stroke your clit as he fucked you. As he pulled your hair. Your brain was mush and all you could think about is how bad you wanted to cum around him. He fingers coaxing you. Including you. You needed to cum and you would do anything, or say anything, to be allowed to.

“Yes! Yes, sir. I’ll come back.” You screamed. Behind you, the CEO smirked knowing he had won.

“Good girl. Now, cum on my cock.”

Your orgasm ripped through you as you shattered around his length. Your body going rigid and your breath getting caught in your throat until you finally let it out in a scream. The intensity was something you never felt before, your climax starting to gush out of you as you began to squirt each time he pulled out of you and slammed back in. You could both hear you drip onto the wood floor.

“Squirting for me? Fuck-“ he started to slow slightly and his thrusts became a bit more desperate. Your stunning display of pleasure sending him into the beginning of his release. “God, fuck yes.”

He grunted as he emptied into you, your grip milking him for every drop he had. His hips shaking as he continued to fuck you until he was overstimulated. His hips ceasing quickly as he finally couldn’t take it anymore, pressing himself against you until he grew soft inside.

“Holy fuck.” He shuttered when he pulled out of you as the stimulation almost too much. You stayed laying across the table in exhaustion as you tried to catch your breath, your bones feeling like jelly and your pussy experiencing small aftershocks from your climax. Behind you, Mr. Min started to dress himself quietly. You could hear his zipper and belt buckle being fastened and the rustle of his shirt as he tucked it into place.

“That was.. that was so-“ You started to say but was cut off very quickly.

“That won’t happen again.” He said in a very flat, non compromising, voice. You turned around quickly just in time for you to see him start to leave the room and head for the door.

“Wait, what?” You gasped and stood up to try and follow but your legs were wobbly, slowing you down.

“You’re my employee once again. That won’t happen again.”

“You can’t just use your dick as a manipulation tactic to agree to go back to work for you! That’s.. that’s so fucked up.” You argued and he stopped in the doorway just as he was about to escape to look at you.

“Okay. Fine.” He huffed and put on a fake smile. “Would you please come back to work tomorrow?”

You stood there looking at him with disgust at his cocky attitude but, given how he just fucked you dumb, you eventually accepted that maybe he was justified. You thought about his question. He was an asshole. Overly confident and narcissistic. Demanding and impatient.. and fucking amazing at sex. He said it wouldn’t happen again but there was no way you could let that happen after experiencing the best sex of your life. You needed one more hit. Maybe two or three more if you were lucky. Finally a positive to taking on this job for a favor to a friend.

“Okay.” You sighed. “I’ll come back.”

“Good.” He nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning then. Oh. Also, Miss (y/l/n)?”

“Yes?”

“Your apartment is quite messy now.” He told you, referring to the mess in the kitchen he just helped you make. “You might want to clean it up.” He smirked and disappeared out the door while your jaw was dropped in shock.

“Fucking asshole.” You mumbled, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and ran to your room to get your outfit ready for the next day, plotting your seduction.

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