#ceo v

“Kim, report back to me after the 11 o’clock tomorrow.” 

The CEO’s voice is firm but quiet, not needing to be loud to command attention. CEO Kim Namjoon has recently taken over for his aging father, and Taehyung is thankful to be working under the younger man; the vibe in the office has shifted to one that's more relaxed, though still respectable.

“Sir.” Kim Taehyung bows his head before standing up from the large table, gathering his folders and the papers falling out of them, dismissed from the office after the morning briefing.

Taehyung leaves the briefing room, walking down the hall to take the elevator to return down to his office, which is a beautiful glass windowed corner workplace. The elevator opens up to the 48th floor, and Taehyung steps out.

“Um, sir? Mr. Kim?” Your soft voice comes from behind Taehyung as you follow him dutifully back towards his office. He pauses his walk mid-stride, turning slowly to look back over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised into his blonde hair. He's tall, lean, and has the face of a model; easily the most attractive person you have ever had the pleasure of working under in your entire life.

“Did you want me to take those papers?” you say quietly, gesturing to his hand. “I can create the spreadsheet to send over to the CFO for you.”

He nods once, handing you the papers without looking at you as he resumes walking to his office. You continue to follow him, clutching the papers to your chest as your sensible heels clack on the tiles in the hall. It's only your first month working at JinHit Conglomerate, a company that has multiple investments in the entertainment industry, cyber-security, and property management. They're always on the news; growing companies that contribute to the country’s GDP as much as JinHit Conglomerate does often makes headlines. Add in that two of their top-level C-Suite managers have retired and their handsome, young sons have stepped up in their spots… The media's been eating that shit up. Getting a job here is pivotal for your career, and as a recent graduate, a position like this is vital for moving up the ladder. Currently, you're the assistant to Regional Manager Kim Taehyung, who's tasked with handling the oversight plans for a new property management investment in Seoul.

Taehyung walks through the glass door of his office, shutting it behind him as you walk to your desk stationed at an angle just outside of his door. The blinds on the door are swinging slightly, closed like the rest of the wall’s blinds to prevent you, or anyone else, from seeing into the room. When they're open, you have a straight view to Taehyung’s desk, where he can motion for you to come in when he needs something. Lately though, he'd been keeping the blinds shut, propping his door open throughout the day instead.

You sit down at your desk, sighing as you shuffle the papers into a neat stack before grabbing your highlighter. You plan to go through and highlight the details that involve money so that you can create the spreadsheet for the Chief Financial Officer, Kim Seokjin, to review and create his proposal of money related information for the new investment CEO Kim had discussed. Your eyes flicker to the blinds, sensing movement, but when you look, nothing is amiss. You look back at your work, crossing one leg over the other as you adjust your skirt and begin highlighting.

After an hour, you feel relief that you've finished the spreadsheet, which you print out to take to the CFO’s assistant. This is your first official contribution to a new project, since you're new to the company, you have spent most of your time learning your job duties and filing papers from the last project Taehyung had been working on when you started. This is your chance to start from the beginning of a project, learn the ropes and hopefully move up the ranks to become a regional manager, like your direct boss. As you walk to the copy room to pick up the printed copy of your hard work from the last hour, you bump into the Chief Information Officer, Jeon Jungkook. He looks even better in person than he does in the picture hanging in the Top-Level Manager’s Hallway on the 50th floor.

“Oh, is this yours?” He asks you, handing you papers from the machine.

“Yes sir, thank you.” You bow your head to him, grasping the printout, but he doesn't let go. You look up, questioning him with your face.

“Next time you print something of this nature, send it to the printer queue and select it once you’re here. That way you have to enter your employee code to access it, instead of leaving sensitive information sitting where anyone off the street can pick it up.” His tone isn’t mean; he's just doing his job to educate the new employee about proper information security, per his job , and you know this, but your eyes still prickle, tears forming in the corners as you bow in apology. He lets go of your papers and walks out of the copy room. You can’t help but watch his backside as he exits, all broad back, slim waist, and thick thighs confidently heading back to what you assume is his office.

You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, inhaling the CIO’s cologne that still lingers in the air.

Back at your desk, Taehyung has propped open the door now, and motions at you to come into his office. You fix your hair quickly and swipe at your eyes to make sure any makeup that may have smudged from your quick tears earlier is fixed.

“Do you have those papers I gave you earlier?” He asks, his eyes taking in your shape. You feel your cheeks warm as his eyes linger on your hips before his eyes meet yours. You nod and walk back out of the room to grab them from your desk.

“What is this?” He asks once you’re back in the room, flinging the papers forcefully onto the desk as he stands abruptly from his chair. The papers end up flying haphazardly on the desk and scatter onto the floor as well. You take a step back, confused by his behavior. He walks to the door and kicks the doorstop out of the way, allowing it to shut. He turns towards you, and you see him rolling his sleeves up one by one, the veins in his arms flexing as his fingers work the sleeves.

You shudder as you take a breath, a confusion of sensations; worry at his evident anger yet eyeing his vascular arms as you feel a warmth pooling in your lower abdomen.

“What’s wrong sir?” you speak, voice almost breathless as he stalks closer to you.

“You’ve highlighted all over my papers,” He growls, stopping in front of you.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t realize you would be needing them after I created the spreadsheet.”

He takes a deep breath, his fingers pinching the bridge of his symmetrical nose.

“Y/N, of course I need them, they have all of the information from the meeting on them and there are other things that I handle as the Regional Manager that require the information on the sheet. Not to mention that they get filed into the official reports at the end of the project.”

He looks like he’s holding himself back, jaw tight with fists clenched as he takes several deep breaths before he walks back over to his chair, apparently able to calm himself down. You sense his energy shift out of the anger and his pupils return to normal as he sits, running a hand through his hair.

“I’ll re-type the pages for you sir, I’m so sorry.” You try your best to sound apologetic, though you don’t understand why he’s so worked up about some yellow highlighter.  

“It’s fine.” He turns to his computer, and you can tell he’s done speaking with you. You go to his desk to collect the papers; some have slid from his desk and onto the floor by his feet.

You stand there awkwardly waiting for him to notice your attempts to get the documents on the floor, and after what feels like 5 minutes, he rolls his chair backwards so you can retrieve the papers. You bend your knees, reaching for the papers, though you have to extend a bit for the last page that's further under the desk. You let out a squeal as you feel your backside smart from what you believe is a spank. Your cheeks flush pink as you hurriedly stand to confront your boss.

“Mr. Kim!”

He’s sitting back in his seat, legs spread with his arms bent, elbows on the armrests as he flexes his interlocked fingers, pupils blown. He looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue what you were about to say, but at the sight of him licking his lips, the words fade from yours as you feel a wetness growing in your panties.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Uh. Um.” When you don’t say anything he smirks, biting his lip.

“Next time, ask before you highlight, or at least make yourself a copy,” his voice dripping with seductive condensation, “we wouldn’t want you getting… punished , would we?”

You shake your head and turn on your heel, walking to the door to escape when you hear his low baritone address you once more.

“You should wear more skirts; they look lovely on you.”

That night, you're reeling as you think about what happened with your boss earlier. You toss in your bed, replaying the moment your ass had risen up so you could stretch and grab the papers, and he had the audacity to spank you. For highlighting some papers!

You run through everything you could have said or done to him, from screaming about going to HR to file a complaint, to slapping him across that smug, yet handsome face, to snatching him by his tie to pull those pink lips closer to you as you straddled him, grinding on him as his pretty hands gripped your ass…

You turn over onto your front, face into the pillow as you scream into it. How would you ever face him the rest of the week? You're confused about how to feel over what happened. On the one hand, you enjoyed it. But on the other, your business ethics class told you to report such behavior. But you know that you won't. Admittedly, you'd fantasized about him everyday while sitting at your desk, wishing that he would sweep his hand across his own and fling everything off of it to lay you back onto the now clear spot and ravish you…that spank had only made your daydreams feel like they could be reality.

You finally fall asleep, upset when the alarm wakes you from dreams of ties, long fingers, and a pink pout that leaves you with slick on your thigh.

After you shower, you flick through the clothes in your closet, unsure about what to wear. You'd previously chosen your black pants with a pale pink blouse that screams ‘recent graduate with student loans’, but you keep replaying Taehyung’s last sentence to you.

You should wear more skirts; they look lovely on you.

You skim your fingers over one of your favorite skirts; it's tight to your frame and stops about mid-thigh, and if you tuck the pink shirt into it, it can look professional. As long as you don't do any bending and snapping, or god forbid, have to pick up papers again, you'll be fine.

Arriving to work early, you clutch the drink carrier holding your iced coffee and Taehyung’s tea. He despises coffee, something you'd learned the first day when you accidentally brought him one from the staff lounge trying to be friendly. The elevator opens and you step into the empty car, waiting for the doors to shut. As the doors are about to meet, a slender hand intervenes, revealing the body of your boss as they spring apart and he steps inside. This time when the door closes, they didn’t open again until you reach your destination, and you have to ride up all 48 floors with Kim Taehyung, who had just  spanked  you yesterday, alone.

It's so quiet in the elevator car, neither of you speaking for the first 40 floors. You decide to break the silence and offer him his tea. He thanks you as he grabs it from the carrier, and before the elevator reaches the 48th floor, he looks at you with a heat in his eyes.

“Seems like you got dressed with me in mind.”

At that moment the doors slide open and he steps out into the main floor of the division, leaving you stupefied.

The rest of the week goes by relatively well, with no more major flubs causing you to get yelled at by  any  of the heads of the company. You make sure to practice proper information security and make copies before highlighting any documents that Taehyung might need. You'd worn a skirt every day so far, and he had called you into his office every morning to have you retrieve something or other, though you reckon that he just wants to see you strut through his office in your skirts. He's also been a little warmer to you since your spanking, offering a smile here and there, and inviting you into his office at lunch time.

Today is the last Friday of the month, and CEO Kim has declared the last Friday as casual Fridays. So instead of your skirt, you decide to wear jeans and a band tee, paired with your favorite platform sandals. After setting down Taehyung’s tea on his abandoned desk, you begin your morning routine returning phone calls and taking messages. He finally arrives about 15 minutes or so after you, hair wet and smelling like fresh soap. He's dressed in a black tee that is tight across his shoulders and chest, looser at his waist, tucked into his black jeans and cinched with a belt. He has a gym bag on his shoulder, which he sets down by your desk.

“Y/N, give me a couple minutes to settle into my office and then come in so we can go over my messages.”

“Okay, uh, what do you want me to do with your gym bag?” you question, a little thrown off since this is the first time you’re seeing it. Of course he goes to the gym, how else would he have such a great ass? Not that you're looking or anything whenever you trail behind him to all of the meetings.

“Ah, newbie, I forget. At lunch, we play ball. Bring it down to the court with you at 11:45. Oh, and don’t forget to fax those plans over to the construction company.”

He walks into his office, shutting the door and effectively ending your line of questioning. 

Play ball? Who is this ‘we’ he speaks of? Surely he doesn’t expect you to get out there and play...You don't even have proper footwear for that! You give your head a little shake, and grab at your binder where you notated all of Taehyung’s phone calls and messages, waiting for him to intercom you via phone when he's ready for you.

When 11:45 rolls around, you've just recently finished typing up a report for Taehyung, who is in his glass tower on the phone arguing about blueprints for the property. You can hear his low register voice going back and forth with the person as your eyes follow him as he paces, a bluetooth phone attachment in his ear. He has a small heart-shaped stress ball clenched in his hand, and you imagine his fist around your neck, lust building from the depths of your core. You unintentionally bite your lip, and he pauses his pacing, staring you down as he continues to yell into his headpiece. 

“The blueprints were finalized. I have the contracts sitting right here. Signed. So follow the plans, or we’ll see you in court.” 

His eyes never leave your face, and you squeeze your thighs together, hoping to alleviate the dull ache that's growing. The person on the call must have hung up, because Taehyung removes the bluetooth headset, setting it down on his desk with a huff. He then stalks out of his office and walks past you, only to turn around and come back to your desk. Most of the other workers have already left the floor to head out for lunch, so it’s just you and Taehyung in this part of the building. He leans down, bracing himself with your desk as he gets in your face.

His hand comes up to rest on your cheek, where he uses his thumb to pull your bottom lip out from where you have it wedged between your teeth.

“Running late, aren’t you, kitten?” he says quietly, nodding his head towards the clock on your desk. 

11:55. Shit. Wait? Did he just call you ‘kitten’?

“Sorry sir.” 

Grabbing for the strap of the FILA gym bag, you stand, cheeks warm from embarrassment. 

“Hmm, no skirt.” He sounds slightly disappointed as he takes in your outfit of choice. He steps away from you, heading to the elevator.

“Kitten,” you hear him say lowly, “I need my shit.”

You hustle after him, gym bag in tow, enjoying the view.

‘We’ did not include you, as your luck would have it. Sitting in the front row of the bleachers in the company gym on the 7th floor, you take in the view of your boss, your bosses boss, and other important people to JinHit on the court. They're playing three vs three, with one of them standing off to the side gulping a gatorade. You know most of them, but two of them you don't recognize as coworkers. You play on your phone mostly, glancing up when the guys yell or make grunting noises, but other than that, you sit there bored, waiting for the game to be over. 

When you and Taehyung had entered the gym earlier, he took his bag from you and pointed to the front row of the bleachers. 

“Sit there.” 

He walked away to the locker room, and bewildered, you followed his instructions. As time progressed, the stands filled with coworkers, other assistants, managers of other departments and more. You can hear the female employees talking about the men, gossiping and idolizing.

“Hoseok is so bad…but soooo good.” One girl gushes. You don't recognize the name, and assume he must be one of the two you don't know. “If he doesn’t shape up, his dad is going to make him enlist soon, but I’d really miss his tongue if he did.”

The group giggles, and you roll your eyes. You look around, wondering if Taehyung would notice if you left.

The sounds of basketball grow louder, shoes squeaking on the glossy floor when you hear the men on the court yell out. 

It’s too late. 

Taehyung is falling into you, ball swatted away from what surely would have been a nasty collision with your head. Instead, your boss, dripping with sweat, is caught by you, leaving you breathless and not in a good way. You're both now sprawled on the ground, his body lying on top of yours as the wind is literally knocked out of you since you broke his fall. Your phone has slid across the floor, a big crack splintering across the screen. 

Taehyung is lifting himself up off you, hands bracing him above you as he pants like a lover in the throws of passion.

“Y/N, it would be beneficial if you would pay attention.”

Your eyes widen slightly as you answer. “Yes sir.”

His eyes darken, as he takes in your positions, before slowly rising and offering you his hand to pull you up as well. The other guys on the court are standing in a circle, glancing over at Taehyung and you as they whisper amongst themselves. CEO Kim, jogs over to where you’re standing, picking up your phone before pushing his hair out of his face.

“So, sorry, uh…?”

“Y/N.” Taehyung and you both speak your name at the same time.

“Y/N. Sorry, that was my terrible pass that caused this. I’m Namjoon.”

He hands you your phone, and you wince at the damage. 

“Tae will replace that for you. Use the card.” He directs the last part to your boss, who nods, grinning. 

“All right everyone! Thanks for watching us today, but it’s time to get back to work!” The CEO’s voice echoes through the gym as his employees begin to file out, laughing with each other and randomly shouting thanks for providing time to relax. They can access the gym, swim in the natatorium, use the sauna, get a free massage, and pretty much do whatever they want from 12PM to 2PM. Casual Fridays were a great added benefit to the way the workers view their employer, with satisfaction ratings improving across the board.

“Oh yea, the food trucks are outside the main entrance. Paid for, so grab some food before you get back to your desks!” Namjoon adds, inciting cheers from your coworkers. 

“I’m going to the locker room, wait for me here. We’ll go grab lunch together.” Taehyung places his hand on your lower back gently, the heat from his skin passing through your thin shirt. The caress calls to a part of you that you’ve been trying to tamper down ever since he collided with you. 

While you wait for your boss, the gym clears out, and the group of players on the court makes their way towards you and Namjoon.

“Hey, hope you’re okay,” a guy you don't recognize says. He's taller than you, but shorter than the others, black hair sticking to his forehead. He has plump lips and his eyes turn into half-moons as he smiles at you. 

“Yes, thank you, I’m doing okay.”

“I’m Jimin,” he offers out his hand, “my dad is the COO.” 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.” You shake his hand, and the others catch the end of the greeting, beginning a chain of introductions.

“Seokjin, CFO.”

“Jungkook, CIO.”

“Yoongi, JHC Head Lawyer.”

“Hoseok, son of the Board’s Chairman.” 

“Y/N, I’m Taehyung’s assistant.”

“Ahh, Taehyungie, lucky guy.” Hoseok laughs as he sat on the bleachers unlacing his shoes in favor of his PUMA slides.

“Lucky for what?”

Taehyung rejoins the group, looking like he's taken a quick shower and thrown on his black on black outfit again.

“Oh, we just had the pleasure of meeting your assistant.” Hoseok chuckles, practically eye-fucking you, but before Taehyung can say anything Namjoon interjects.

“Okay, Hobi, leave the lady alone. Let’s go get changed and we can meet in my office.” The guys all filter into the locker room, leaving you with your boss. 

“Ready?” Once again, his hand is placed on your lower back, his pinkie grazing the curve of your ass as he applies gentle pressure to guide you out to the elevators for lunch. “Sorry about Hobi, he likes to play with all the girls he meets.” Taehyung’s eyes lock on yours. “But I’ll keep you safe from him, kitten.”

The weekend off from work is nice, but you feel empty, like you're missing something. For one, your phone screen is broken, so it's hard to use your phone to play games or text your friends, but Taehyung promised to take you Monday to get the new phone at lunch time, and you can survive a couple of days without it. Saturday you decide to get your hair and nails done, and on Sunday you decide to go out shopping, where you purchase several more items to wear to work, since your paycheck had come in. Working for JinHit definitely pays well, but living in the city isn’t cheap either. But knowing you're going out with your boss to pick up a new phone and eat lunch, you want to look like you work for one of the biggest companies in the country, like he did when he walks into the building. When you'd first started, you felt self-conscious about your physical appearance. You didn’t want to feel that tomorrow.  

Monday morning you wake up a little earlier and lay out your new clothes, choosing to wear a new navy blue dress. It's a classic style, sleeveless and reaching mid thigh; business-y for sure, yet very much sexy. There's a side slit on the right thigh that you love, and hope a certain someone will also enjoy. Looking into the mirror, your makeup is done up a little bit more than usual, and you feel like you look good. Your hair has some new highlights in it, a trim making it look healthy. You style it carefully in the mirror, praying the humidity won't make it frizz up. You take care to wear a new pair of heels you bought which accentuate your legs. Excitement carries you through the morning transit to work, barely noticing the hassle of traffic and the coffee shop line.

Sitting at your desk, you complete all of your daily tasks, answering the phones and returning calls, taking messages, checking emails, and more. Taehyung had been in earlier than you, and you can hear his muffled voice in the office, presumably on the phone. You glance at the time, seeing it's almost lunch. He'd ignored your knocks earlier when you tried to bring in his tea, so you try texting him, but with your screen still wonky, you can barely spell out the question and you give up, knowing he's probably in a mood based on the closed door and him ignoring your knocks. You give a sigh, excitement from this morning finally all the way gone. You lean down to pick up your purse, resigning yourself to go to the cafe downstairs instead of out with Taehyung for lunch and to get your new phone. 

The door to the glass office flies open, and Taehyung storms out, eyes a dark swirling typhoon as he sets his gaze on you.

“Let’s go.”

You stand up and begin walking behind him, but it must've been too slow, because he reaches back and grips your wrist, pulling you along with him at a faster pace. In the elevator, he still hasn’t let go of you, and you grow more anxious. Not in the sense that he'll hurt you, but his demeanor is so tense that it has you on edge. He's taking deep breaths, and by the time you'd traveled half of the way down, his grip loosens. 

“Are you okay?” you don't move to look at him, but want to express that you're worried about him.

“We had a little setback with the plans is all. I have someone looking into it. Right now, I promised to get you a new phone and treat you to lunch.”

Upon reaching the single digit floors, he turns to you, much more composed. You can feel his stare burning a hole through your body. 

“Your hair looks nice,” his voice is like honey, no traces of anger left, and he drops your wrist to fix his tie before walking towards the main door. Your wrist feels cold now that he's no longer holding onto you.

As you sit at one of the most expensive restaurants you've ever been in, you marvel at the sleek upgraded phone you have. Getting a new phone is a lot easier when you have a company card. Taehyung made sure it was the best phone possible, gently persuading you that it isn’t even a dent on the black card he has. You consented, secretly glad that you're able to have the latest model for free. Plus, the looks from the workers as they took in how you and Taehyung stood, his hand pressed to your back angling you towards him as he leaned close to your ear…their jealousy let you know that you look very much the part to be on his arm.

You've seen a side of Taehyung that's slowly been coming to light. He's confident, that's for sure, and can have a crazy temper when angered about work, but he is also soft and warm. He's playful with his friends at work, ruffling CIO Jeon’s hair after meetings and making jokes with CEO Kim at lunch time. And the way that he takes care of you at work? You've never known a boss to get an extra chair for his assistant at meetings, or argue with the DoorDash delivery guy over your missing lunch item. When you had to text him that you were running late because your heel broke on the way and you had to turn back home for a pair of flats, you arrived at your desk with a box of designer heels waiting for you. 

The waiter serves you both some wine, and now you feel warm and happy. Taehyung loosens his tie and tells you about some wild party in college, which coincidentally includes the men you met last week at the basketball court. You feel much more comfortable with your boss than before, realizing you're the same age. He's always seemed a couple years older than you, but where you took a few years to change your major and decide on a career path, he had gone straight for it. As you nibble on some appetizers he requested, not yet ready to order entrees, his phone goes off, a quick beep and vibration alerting him to a message. He pulls it out of his pocket, using one hand to unlock it as he takes another sip of his wine. 

You watch as his eyes darken, darting across the screen. 

“Waiter! Bill it.” The server startles at his growl and stands frozen, but nods that she understands.

“We need to go back to the office. Now.” 

You nodd, unsure of what he could've received on his phone that's sparked this sudden change, but you gather your purse nonetheless, as he sets down his wine glass and leads you back out to the black SUV you arrived in. 

The entire trip back to the office is silent and you can feel the rage roiling off of him. It doesn't recede either the closer you get to the office, up the elevator, or even walking along the 48th floor.

“My office.”

You head there instead of turning to go to your desk, perplexed. Once the door shuts, he is in  your space instantly, and all you feel is lust rolling through your veins.

“On Friday, I asked you to fax some papers. Do you have the fax receipt that it was sent?”

You blink up at him, mind running through Friday. And then you remember. He had asked you to fax papers. But it was a verbal request and he had thrown in at the end of giving you another task, so you didn’t have it written on your to-do list. And you were definitely too busy eye fucking him that it slipped your mind. 

“Oh my god, Taehyung, I am so sorry… I…Friday was just so, God I’m so stupid.” You call him by his name, the wine clouding your judgement, but he’s so angry he doesn’t seem to notice. You bury your face in your hands, embarrassed but also disappointed in yourself for failing him.

“You’re not stupid, Y/N.” 

You look up at him, eyes wet from tears that had formed. 

“You’re beautiful and infuriating and…and unfortunately you have to be punished.”

You take a step back, fear coursing through your veins that you might be fired. You're due for your 60-day evaluation, and you just know that this will be splashed across the paper, preventing you from being hired anywhere else.

Instead, Taehyung grabs your arm and pulls you over to his desk. He pushes your back and you bend at the waist, chest to the desk. You hear him sit in his chair, the creaking filling the silence of the room.

“Do you know that this little setback cost us two million dollars?” His hands are placed behind each knee, slowly traveling up the backs of your thighs before slipping under the hem of your dress. 

“Two. Million. Dollars. Because every day that we could have had those papers faxed is a day they didn’t work, but per the contract, they still get paid for those days. So Friday and today… you cost us two million dollars.” His palms are now rubbing slow circles on your ass cheeks, his path having pushed your dress up so it bunches at the waist, and you feel a gush as your panties become wet. 

“Mr. Kim...” you whimper, cheek pressing against his desk.

“Y/Nnnnn.” He holds the last syllable of your name, practically moaning as he stands up and leans over your body, putting his chest to your back. 

“You drive me crazy. I’m insatiable,” his hands have crept higher to the waistband of your panties, and he's painstakingly slow with pulling them down. His thumbs running along the skin as it's exposed, delicately tracing your smooth backside until they hit your labia, practically dripping with slick. “I think about you all fucking day in your skirts and dresses, legs on display for me, FUCK.” 

His left hand goes to yours, interlocking your fingers. You let out a soft moan, and his thumb continues down your slit until he can apply pressure to your throbbing clit. You push up onto your tippy toes, searching for  more .

“I’m sorry, I just…It slipped my mind.” He begins circling his thumb and you push back into it.

“So infuriating. Disobedient.” Taehyung breathes into your neck. “And yet…” You feel his lips on your neck, soft and wet kisses turning into little nips as his fingers dip inside of you. You mewl as you squeeze his left hand, praying he gives in, but his fingers maintain their lackadaisical speed, so you wiggle your ass to find any friction possible for your pulsing bud.

You hear him suck in a breath, a whispered curse as he buries his nose into your neck. You can feel his erection pressing into your thigh, and you want it. You want him.

“Sir…please. Punish me.”

Taehyung pulls his fingers out slowly before forcefully pushing them into you before holding them there, using the come hither motion to stimulate your g-spot. His fingers remove themselves from yours as he stands back up off of you, and you can hear rustling. 

His fingers appear in front of your face.

“Open.”

You taste yourself on his fingers, sucking your juices off of his digits.

“Hands behind your back.”

Soft material wraps around your wrists; his tie binds you firmly.

You can hear his deft fingers now working his belt. 

“You don’t,” he pants, “get to cum. Not until I say. IF I say.”

You whimper, wanting so badly to reach your climax, but the need to have him fill you this instant overpowers your hope for the end result. You nod.

When the head of his erect cock rubs teasingly along your opening, you shiver with anticipation, arousal from hearing the way your essence sounds coating the head of his member leading you to clench around nothing. He pulls back his dick before slapping it against your pussy, and you groan. He’s playing with you, taking his time, and it’s so unfair. The tip enters you slowly, slight pressure causing you to push against it, impatient. You can hear his low groan, music dripping from his lips as he is enveloped by your warm walls. 

“It’s so fucking tight.” His voice is but a growl, and he pauses, breathing heavily.

You clench around him, adjusting to his girth, and let out a yelp when his palm makes contact with your butt cheek. 

“Don’t do that, kitten. I’ll fucking cum in you right now and leave you like this, wet and wanting.”

You freeze, and after a few moments, he begins to move inside of you, picking up his speed at his own leisure. His hands are on your waist, fingers leaving imprints as they grip into your hips bones to hold you firm since you can’t hold the desk yourself.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he pulls almost all the way out of you, “you bad girl.” He shoves his cock back into you, and you moan.

“Tae… please sir, I’ll be good.” He’s speeding up, and you can feel your lower abdomen starting to build up from the pleasure.

“Hold it, Y/N. Follow directions just this once, dammit.”

His movements become more sporadic, hips moving jerkily as you mewl and moan. 

“Tae please, please! I’m… I can’t, f-fuck, you feel t-too good!” You strain against the tie, wanting your hands free, wishing to touch him.

Two pumps of his cock later and he’s painting your walls with his cum, his slowing thrusts causing it to leak out around his shaft.

“Please!” you beg, legs weak from shaking.

His hand reaches around to your front, fingers finding your clit.

“Cum, kitten.”

You release on command, walls contracting around him as he remains inside of you. Your orgasm is hard and long, and when you finally come to, you're panting heavily, chest rising and falling from the desk. Taehyung extracts himself from you, and you can feel him sliding up your panties back into place. The wetness is uncomfortable, but you can’t yet speak. He adjusts your dress back over your bottom before he unties you and pulls you from the desk and into his lap. You curl into him, head tucking under his chin and legs over his. You can feel as he places kisses into your hair, a hand rubbing your lower back.

“You did so good, baby.” His voice is soft, no traces of the anger he had earlier. It seems you've fucked it out of him.

“I,” you clear your throat, “I’m sorry sir. It won’t happen again.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, feeling his Adam’s apple bob as he chuckles. He takes your wrists into his hands, softly massaging where you'd been bound before gently kissing the inside of each wrist.

“Please don’t lose the company two million dollars again, but… I think after this you can call me Tae.”

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. You show up on time, in your skirts and dresses, and did your job duties as outlined in the employee manual. And throughout the day, you did a few extra that are definitely not listed. Taehyung is unquenchable, but you're more than happy to sate his hunger when the need arises. It's never like the first time again, no punishment of delayed release, and definitely lacking the punishment of not being allowed to remove his seed from you until you clock out, but still every bit as sensual. His hands can't not be on you, his lips always pressing kisses to your face and body as he pleasures you. His office, the copy room, the locker room in the 7th floor gym. A late Friday night in the elevator. 

And though it's fun, sexy, and dangerous…you want more. You've gotten to spend a lot of time with Taehyung as the project progresses, and you learn more about each other on these late nights in the office. He's carefree and happy, except when angered. Anger is the one stubborn emotion he has, where you can visibly see when he's upset. But he loves to laugh, hates coffee, enjoys watching you blush when he calls you kitten, has a Pomeranian named Yeontan that he loves to pieces, and great stories from his teens and early twenties with the CEO, CIO, CFO...basically, all of the guys you met last month on casual Friday. Turns out not only had they gone to the same high school and college together, they'd all been in the same fraternity, Beta Tau Sigma, which explain the letters ‘BTS’ on Taehyung’s desk. As you get to know more about him and share with him about your life, you find yourself wanting to be a part of his life, as more than just his assistant. 

The problem is that you didn’t know how to tell your boss that you want more.

It's been 2 months. In that time span, you've fallen, without a doubt, for Kim Taehyung. At work, he's an attentive boss, making sure you are taking care of yourself and not overworking. When you clear your 90 days and earn your full time status and benefits, he gets you a cute card, thanking you for all of your hard work. Inside is a gift certificate to a spa. Several weeks after that, you have the worst cramps in the world. Sat at your desk, near tears, you feel the nausea rolling through you from how intense the pain is. Taehyung calls you to come into his office, and you nearly stumble through the doorway from how much agony you're in. He has you take the black company SUV home early that day and when you come in the next morning, you have a gift bag on your keyboard, filled with your favorite chocolates, a bottle of Midol, and a heating pad that you can plug into your desktop tower’s usb port. That week, you stay late on a Friday, and he massages your shoulders while he waits for you to finalize an email before escorting you out of the building and hailing you an Uber so you get home safely. ANY time you stay after the sunset, he orders you an Uber. It's been two months, two long months of secretly pining away for your boss, who's just finished fucking you in his office. 

It's late at night on a Thursday, and you're sat atop him, straddling his thighs as you rest your head on his shoulder, nosing his neck. His hands stroke your thighs, the two of you catching your breath. Even after he's done climaxing, he always wants to keep his hands on you, caressing your skin or cuddling with you, and you don't resist, because your heart skips a beat every time he idolizes your body during aftercare. 

“Y/N.” His baritone rumbles in his chest.

“Hmm?” Eyes closed, you’re ready for a nap. Fuck that it’s nearly 8 PM, with the two of you probably the last ones in the building for the day.

“We should probably get ready to leave.”

“Oh.” You sit up, eyes wide looking at him. “Yea, you’re probably right.” 

You move to get up, but then freeze realizing that the two of you are still…connected.

“Um, Tae? If I stand up...” You glance down at where the two of you meet.

“Oh, fuck, I forgot,” he laughs, “I’m not used to you being on top.”

He’s not wrong. His need for you to be his soft and demure kitten, begging for his cock and calling him sir is immense, and over the past few months that you'd been having sex, you can count on one hand when you've been the predator, the one who calls the shots. Not that you mind; his dominance isn’t something that bothers you and he always takes care of you afterwards.

He loosens then removes his tie before gently lifting you up off of him, using said tie to staunch the mingling of juices from getting all over his black slacks. You stand on wobbly legs, adjusting your skirt before making your way to the restroom down the hall from your desk. After you clean yourself up, you wash your hands and are startled when you feel arms wrapping around you. Taehyung entered the bathroom, and is holding you in an embrace, his face tucked into the long slope of your neck, his lips resting softly against the skin he's left small lavender blemishes on.

“Tae?”

This is odd to you. He never continues the aftercare once you're done. You two would simply part ways; you gathering your purse and he with his briefcase or gym bag, taking opposite paths down the sidewalk out front of the building.

“Come home with me?” Tae murmurs into your neck.

You stiffen, thrown completely off by his actions. He feels you tense up, instantly releasing you and backing away.

“I mean, you don’t have to if you have plans or something.” He shakes his head, moving his hair to block his eyes.

“No! It’s fine...” You grab at the paper towels to dry your hands before facing him. “Um, I, uh, sure. Yes. I’d love to come home with you.”

His face breaks into a boxy smile and he takes your hand, pulling you out into the hallway and back towards your desk. He grabs your belongings with his free hand and looks at you.

“Ready?”

You nod, heart fluttering as you walk side by side to the elevators.

You make a stop at your house, grabbing some toiletries and clothes to sleep in. You're in such a rush that you don't stop to make sure you have everything you'll need for work tomorrow. Your brain is going wild, thoughts racing as you climb back into the Uber which is now programmed to go to Tae’s place. You've imagined this happening several times, and now it is. You feel like everyone in the car can hear your heart beating as the tree-lined streets pass by, especially when it speeds up as Taehyung pulls you closer to him across the leather seats. His head dips down, pressing soft kisses at the corner of your mouth, trailing your jaw line up until he reaches that sweet spot by your ear, and kissing back your neck, pausing to suckle delicately as his hands roam your thighs. 

You let out a small gasp as his fingers graze the edge of your panties; you're already wet again just from the neck kisses. 

He chuckles softly into the curve of your neckline, enjoying the way your body reacts to him, almost as if you're a livewire and any contact will spark the electricity through you. He teases you relentlessly, tracing the seam where panties meet skin, moving as if he is about to slide underneath them, and just when you believe that he'll broach the barrier, the Uber is slowing down in front of what you assume if Taehyung’s place. He removes his hands from your body and gets out, going around the car to your door and helping you by grabbing your duffel bag before taking your hand and leading your from the car.

His building is downtown; you recognize the area as being fairly close to the JinHit building where you work. It’s large, towering above most of the other establishments in the area, at least 20 stories high. He leads you into the lobby, scanning something on his key to unlock the doors. The lobby is clean and quiet, with elevators situated along the back wall. He presses the button to call for it but the doors spring open instantly and you step in. He follows you, and when you turn around to face the closing doors, he reaches behind himself to press the floor number; 18. Next thing you know, he’s pressing his chest to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

A shiver rolls down your spine from his breath in your ear. Your cheeks warm, still not used to being complimented by him. You snake your arms up to his shoulders as he pulls his head back to look at you and you press up onto your toes, kissing him slowly. Your tongue seeks entrance to his mouth, and he acquiesces, twirling his own tongue around yours. You stroke the back of his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck causing him to moan softly into your mouth. God, you love the sounds he made. 

When the elevator doors slide open, you're out of breath yet still wanting more. Taehyung may call himself insatiable, but you feel the same way, constantly craving more of him. He's intoxicating. Using the same scan key that he used to open the lobby, he unlocks the large wooden door to what you can tell is a condo style home, a large open layout showcasing a kitchen to the immediate right as you walk in, a hallway to the left, and straight ahead is the living room area, with a large floor to ceiling window that provides an amazing view of Seoul. He hears your intake of breath as you step inside after him. Stepping out of your shoes, your bare toes enjoy the cool wooden floors. It's still dark, but the city lights provide enough illumination for you to navigate towards it. He sets your bag down and follows you, enjoying how enthralled you are by the view. You hear small footsteps pattering towards you, and a small dog appears, sniffing at your feet before jumping up onto your leg with his front paws.

“Tannie!” Taehyung greets his pup, and looks up at you almost remorsefully.

“I have to take him out. I have a dog walker, but he finishes walking him around 5. There’s a dog area on the roof. I’ll be back in a few, make yourself at home.”

You nod, watching Taehyung being domestic as he grabs the leash off the hook on the wall and clipping a roll of doggy bags to his belt loop on his slacks. Yeontan is hopping around happily, waiting to go outside. You walk towards the door to get your bag, and Taehyung turns to you when you stand. 

“It’s nice coming home with you,” he murmurs, and your heart does the thing again. 

“I’ll be here when you get back.” You smile demurely, kissing his cheek before he heads out.

You turn on the light in the kitchen and decide to find his bedroom. The hallway has three doors and you make your way down opening each of them. The right door is the bathroom, the left appears to be a guest bedroom/office space. It contains a full size bed, a desk, bookcase, and pictures of Taehyung and his friends in front of famous landmarks; apparently they are a well-traveled group of friends. You shut this door and head to the last one. You find the master bedroom, bed situated in the center of the wall, neatly made with a red comforter, pillows donning the Union Jack flag of Great Britain. There are bedside tables on either end with matching lamps, and you notice a door ajar showing clothing on one side. The opposite end reveals your reflection in the bathroom mirror, your lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed, with hair falling and framing your face from your bun. Despite looking fucked out, you think you look pretty. Your eyes are wide and sparkly and the flush provides a splash of natural color giving you an ethereal glow as the light from the hallway creates a halo effect. Setting your bag down on an ottoman you notice by the bedroom door, you walk towards the bathroom, hoping to freshen up a little better before he returns. You turn on the shower, stripping down so you can step inside.

Taehyung returns after letting Yeontan run around a little bit and use the bathroom. He can hear the shower running, and he feels happy knowing you're settling in fine, especially if you felt comfortable enough to take a shower. He adds food to Tannie’s bowl, replenishes the water, and pads down the hall as he hears the water shut off. When he walks into the bathroom, he finds you stark naked, stepping out of the shower.

You turn to him, feeling slightly foolish for not having found any towels first. He opens a cabinet door and hands you a fluffy one, which you thank him for giving you. 

“I’m going to take one too,” he says, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it fall to the tiled floor. He’s giving you a show as his slacks slip down next, and you wish you'd stayed a little longer in the shower.

You must’ve made a face, because he adds, “you can join me if you want.”

Throwing the towel onto the sink, you head back into the water with him.

You’re curled under warm covers, snuggled into a broad chest. You begin to stir, waking slowly as your internal clock alerts you that it is time to get up and get ready. Arms tighten around you as you try and roll over so you can get up.

“Mmm.”

“Tae, we have work,” you gently remind him that you have to get up.

“Babyyyyy, 5 more minutes.”

He opens one eye, looking at the digital alarm clock. “Um, it’s way too early to get up for work.”

“I always wake up at 6:45.”

“You also don’t live within walking distance of the office.” Taehyung’s sleepy voice is sensual without trying. It awakens the ache between your thighs, reminding you of last night. “We don’t have to get up till 7:15 at the earliest. It takes like 10 minutes to walk there, max.”

He rolls over, bracing himself above you. 

“I guess we should make use of the extra 30 minutes we have.”

Taehyung brings his lips to yours, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him to you. After kissing for several minutes, you reach down, palming his growing member through his boxer briefs. He thrusts against your hand, searching for friction. You place your hands on his shoulders and he bites down on your bottom lip, letting you know he isn’t pleased at the lack of friction. You push him gently onto his back, smiling at him as you lower your body down along his. You pull the waistband of his underwear down, his erect cock springing free, a clear bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. You lap it up, looking up at him innocently as you envelop the tip into your mouth. He lets out a huff, hips rutting up to have you take more of him into your mouth. 

“Fuck, Y/N...”

You oblige, slackening your jaw to envelop him as far as you can. When he hits the back of your throat, you gag and pull all the way off of his member. You gather your spit, letting it drip slowly and messily down his now fully throbbing hard cock, lathering it with your hands. He lets out a cross between a grunt and a moan, that little sound spurring you on. Without warning, you take all of him again, gliding up and down is shaft as you suck in, hollowing your cheeks as you speed up, tongue running against his frenulum again and again. He’s making low sounds that are music to your ears, fingers tangling into your messy bed hair and you can tell he’s getting close, so you stop. 

“Kitten..?” It’s practically a growl, an urgent verbal question asking you why you would edge him like that.

“I want you to cum inside me, baby.”

Hearing your words, he squeezes his eyes shut as his hand pumps his cock slowly. You maneuver yourself above him, hands braced against his chest as you lean forward to kiss him, letting him taste himself in your mouth. He runs the head along your entrance, before stopping the kiss.

“You’re not ready for me yet, Kitten.”

He trades places with you, putting you on your back, and now he’s the one settled between thighs. He pulls you closer to him and you can feel his warm breath at the apex of your thighs before his lips are on you. He kisses down your opening before his tongue laps gently at your entrance, opening you. You arch your back as you feel him stroke along your clit, fast caresses broken up between languid strokes from top to bottom. He pushes his face forward, deeper into your cunt and you moan, open mouthed and wanting, fingers diving into his hair to pull him closer. His nose is pressed right up into your mound, his tongue rolling and sucking and you feel yourself building.

“Tae, sir,” It’s getting had to control your breathing, “I’m gonna—”

Hearing you call him sir sends him into a frenzy, and you're cumming, fully undone as he licks you clean, drinking you in.

He then shuffles up until you’re face to face, sharing with you how you taste as he palms himself. You feel him align with your entrance and he pushes the tip in slowly, hitching up your leg by the knee so that he can push in deeper. This angle feels heavenly to you, and you rock into it, meeting his every plunge with your own, clenching to pull him in deeper. You’re keening, and he kisses you between groans, enjoying the way you envelop his large cock so well.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He’s taking advantage of the time, hips rocking at a steady pace.

“You like it, sir?” His next plunge is harder; you taking a submissive role, even if just verbally always gets him excited.

His forehead presses into your shoulder and he nods, and you can tell his eyes are squeezed shut as your fingers run along his broad back. 

As much as you enjoy a good slow fuck, your body is wanting more.

“Fuck me harder, Tae.” Your hands reach down and grip his ass, spurring him on harder.

He bites your neck and you curse, but he obliges, hips snapping as he brings you closer to climax for a second time, pumping into you harder and faster. 

“Shit, that feels good,” you sigh as he moves his arms so your legs are forced higher, resting in the crooks of his elbows. This new angle allows him to rub against your g-spot, and it’s not long until your moans grow louder and closer together that he knows you’re almost there. His cock is drilling into you, balls smacking against your ass when he tells you to cum for him.

“Cum all over my cock kitten.”

His words send you, and it’s euphoric. 

“Fuck, Tae, please cum in me—shit. Cum for me baby,” you beg him, his strokes beginning to overstimulate your already sensitive cunt, and you feel his waist movements become shaky. 

“Please sir, I want you to fill me with your seed.”

Taehyung lets out a groan, thrusting inside of you as he fills you to the brim. His movements are slower, and when he finally pulls out, he rolls to his side and pulls you with him.

“That,” he starts, “ that  was it. That’s the sentence.”

You laugh, leaning up to kiss him as you both pant, trying to catch your breath. He turns your chaste kiss into a deeper one, sending your toes curling as you pulls you closer, a hand groping your ass.

“God, you’re insatiable!” you tell him once he allows you a chance to breathe.

“But you knew this already. I warned you a long time ago.” He rubs his nose to yours, before letting you go so you both can get ready.

After you showered, (it was very hard to ignore a pouty Taehyung who wanted to join you, but you want to be on time), you look through your overnight bag for your clothes to wear. You have panties, you have sleep clothes, even a pair of black leggings, but no shirt to wear. How could you forget a shirt? You sit at the foot of Tae’s bed in just your bra and panties, hair still wet, upset at yourself.

“Y/N, babe, why aren’t you dressed?” Taehyung walks out of his closet, ripped jeans and a long sleeve back shirt with red writing on the back and a little arrow and heart near the collar.

“I forgot to pack a shirt.” You put your head into your hands.

“Just wear one of mine.” He walks back into the closet and throws you an identical version of the shirt he’s wearing, except that instead of it being black, it’s white.

You give him a look that says ‘people will start to think something if I show up in a matching outfit’ .

“Babe, wear it, it’ll be fine. It’s casual Friday, no need for business attire.”

He smiles his boxy smile at you as he walks towards you, hands reaching down to grasp yours and pull you up into a standing position. 

“I thought you liked me in business attire—skirts and dresses, you know.” You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, I do...” he kisses you quickly, “but I think I can get used to seeing you in my clothes too, or you know, nothing at all.”

“Oh really?” you pull away from him, dancing out of his reach.

“I think I’d really enjoy seeing you in my bed more often too.” You pull the shirt over your head, before reaching to pull on your leggings as he finishes speaking. “You look good in my house.” 

He walks out to take Yeontan for a quick potty walk, and you freeze, watching his back disappear, excited as thoughts of what he meant and what the future may hold play through your head.

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