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Sunghoon tilts his head, pressing down on your lip and humming at you in a way that makes your brain go fuzzy. “How? Think of it as another task. Simple and easy,” Sunghoon glances at the door behind you. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

The weight of the situation hits you then; what Sunghoon’s asking of you. Sunghoon wants you to meow for his cock. You swallow, looking up at him helplessly. As if Sunghoon can sense your hesitation, he shifts, removing his hand from your chin to tug his slacks and boxers down to his knees in one swift motion. You hate how your mouth betrays you and waters at the sight of Sunghoon’s cock.

“What’s it going to be, hm? Are you going to meow for it?” Sunghoon’s voice is soft, gentle like he isn’t asking you for—whatever this is. You gulp, throat bobbing and face hot, your focus on Sunghoon’s cock. “Words, baby. I know you want it.”

To be fair, you should’ve seen it coming. Sunghoon’s always asking you to do things, whether it be doing some cringe aegyo for his cock or wearing the cat ears you wore during the company’s Halloween party last year while he fucks you. But, despite it all, no matter how embarrassing it feels, you always comply; the feeling of shame and embarrassment and attention only pushes you further, you hate how you thrive under it.

“Sunghoon,” you try, helplessly. “Just let me suck you off before we have to go back. Our—our lunch is almost over.”

Sunghoon clicks his tongue, tutting at you as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking slowly. You make a sound, needy and high. “Sunghoon, please.”

“C’mon, do what you do best. You know what to do, baby.” Sunghoon looks down at you with hooded lids as he strokes himself, and you flush further. He just wants you to listen. Sunghoon could do this all day, you realize.

You squirm, wincing as you realize that your legs have fallen asleep. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Is it? Are you embarrassed?”

“Sunghoon.” You let out a whine. 

Sunghoon indulges you, letting the hand he has around his cock guide himself forward, forward until the head is tracing along your bottom lip, wetting it with precome. Sunghoon smiles at you, and you press your thighs together in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Come on,” Sunghoon says, lowly. “You know you want to. Why are you playing hard to get?”

You blink up at him, at a loss for words. The worst thing about it is that you want to. Sunghoon knows you want to, he knows that you would do anything if it meant you’d be able to please him, to get to have your mouth full. You open your mouth to protest, only for a weak whine to come out when your lips brush against the head of Sunghoon’s cock.

“Sunghoon,” you murmur, brain already starting to go mush and obedient, just how Sunghoon likes you. 

You trail off, closing your eyes and breathing deeply through your nose. When you open them, Sunghoon is still looking down at you, a smug, sardonic grin on his face that makes your embarrassment grow further. “Please.”

“Hm?” Sunghoon tilts his head, smiling so wide that his canines glint under the lighting of the bathroom. 

You huff again, all the fight leaving your system. You open your mouth, but fall short of words. You purse your lips before making—or, trying to make a noise akin to a… meow. 

Sunghoon snorts, and you bite down on your bottom lip to hold the humiliation back, the sob that threatens its way out of your mouth. God, Sunghoon is the one with the oral fixation, yet he always has you like this, making you beg just to have his cock in your mouth.

“You know you can do better than that.” Sunghoon says it so sweetly, yet it’s so humiliating that you want to cry.

“Please,” you plead, before realizing that Sunghoon isn’t going to give it up. You do it again, louder this time. Sunghoon raises a brow, unimpressed.

“Do it like you mean it.” Sunghoon’s eyes haven’t left you the whole time, and he has that look in his eyes: the same look Heeseung gives you when you slack off even the tiniest bit, the same look Heeseung gives you when you mess up during a meeting. 

You swallow down the humiliation and sniffle, holding back the tears and the burning in your nose, and do it again. You barely have time to take a breath before you’re choking, Sunghoon’s cock forcing its way into your mouth. 

Sunghoon holds your head in place, and you faintly feel disgusted once you realize the position the two of you are in. You; with your knees on the dirty floor of the bathroom, and Sunghoon; seated on the seat of the toilet. The thought makes you gag, and you sputter around Sunghoon’s cock. 

“You’re so ungrateful. I ask you to do one thing, and you can’t even do it,” Sunghoon lets out a laugh before furrowing his brows. “You’re always so good for me, yet you can’t even do this when I ask you to?” 

You whine around Sunghoon’s cock, breathing in harshly through your nose when tears well up in your eyes. Sunghoon presses in further, hand pushing your head down until your nose is buried in his finely trimmed pubic hair. Sunghoon holds you still, and you know better than to move. 

You swallow helplessly around Sunghoon’s cock, throat constricting as you try to take in nosefulls of air. Sunghoon only hums, hand still fisted in your hair. “Maybe I should get Heeseung? He’d be able to teach you, wouldn’t he? You’d be good for him, wouldn’t you?”

You close your eyes, squeezing them shut. A few tears run down your cheeks, dripping onto Sunghoon’s thighs. Sunghoon continues, “I know you would, you always listen to him so well,” Sunghoon lifts you up until you release his cock completely, letting you breathe for a few seconds before pushing your head down again, all the way to the hilt. More tears spring from your eyes at the feeling of Sunghoon’s cock hitting the back of your throat. “Yet you never wanna listen to me.”

“Is that what you want? You want Heeseung to be here instead?” Sunghoon asks. You shake your head as much as you can around a mouthful of Sunghoon’s cock. Your eyes widen when you see Sunghoon reach down to fish out his phone from his pockets. “Look pretty. I’ll give you what you want.”

You squint your eyes once you feel the flash on you, and in horror, you realize that Sunghoon is recording you. You don't fear the fact that you’re being recorded, rather, you fear for who Sunghoon is recording you for. 

“You’re so pretty like this, baby. You really do look like a cat, hm?” Sunghoon smiles at you, phone a few inches from your face. “Pretty baby, pretty kitten.”

You hate the way you preen inwardly at the compliment. Hates the way you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Sunghoon coos at you, and the humiliation from earlier returns. 

“Yeah? You like that? Always knew you did. That’s why you’re always letting me fuck you in the ears, huh? You like it just as much as I do, don’t you?”

You let out a pained moan, but it only comes off as a garbled sound around Sunghoon’s cock. Sunghoon hisses at the feeling, fingers gripping your hair tighter. Sunghoon still has the phone in front of your face, and you startle when you hear a few clicks. 

“Maybe I’ll send these to your bosses, hm? Let them all know how much you like this. Maybe I’ll let them take turns with you too,” Sunghoon releases the grip he has on your hair to reach lower, sticking two of his fingers into your mouth alongside his cock. “Maybe even Jongseong. I see the way you look at him. You look at him the same way you look at Heeseung—the same way you look at me, like if he asked you to, you’d let him fuck you right then and there.”

You whine, feeling yourself drip as you clench helplessly. Sunghoon isn’t wrong, you know that if Sunghoon hadn’t been the one to fuck you first, you’d have gladly went to Jongseong or Jake instead—even Heeseung, if he’d let you. The thought makes your mouth pool with saliva, spit making its way out from around Sunghoon’s cock and fingers to dribble pathetically down your chin, wetting Sunghoon’s wrist.

Sunghoon makes a face, curling his lip. “You’re always so messy. Heeseung won’t fuck you if you can’t keep your spit in your fucking mouth, he doesn’t like it messy.” Sunghoon says, and you sniffle, holding back another sob. “You’re always drooling all over my fucking pillows, but Heeseung won’t like that. You know how clean he is, don’t you?”

You nod, inhaling through your nose. Sunghoon pulls the phone away to peer down at you, examining you with disinterest. Sunghoon clicks his tongue, “You’re so greedy. You always want more, you can’t ever be happy with what you have, can you?”

You want to retort. You want to tell Sunghoon that he’s wrong and that you’re not greedy—but it’s true, you’ve always bitten off more than you can chew. You can’t help but always want more than you deserve.

Sunghoon taps away at his phone, and you squirm at the sound of the keyboard. Sunghoon doesn’t break a sweat, there’s no crack through his facade that can show you that he’s even the least bit affected by this. Your throat is starting to ache, but you love it; you relish in the feeling of Sunghoon deep in your throat, the familiar, comfortable weight of Sunghoon’s cock resting on your tongue.

A moment passes, and Sunghoon finally sets his phone on the counter. Your shoulders slump in relief. 

“Bosses are texting, baby. Time’s up.” And then Sunghoon’s pulling you off of his cock by the hair. You inhale deeply, taking a few shaky breaths to ground yourself. Sunghoon holds you like that; hand fisted in your hair, tilting you side to side like he’s assessing you. Sunghoon clicks his tongue, other hand coming up to wipe your chin with the back of his fingers. 

“You’re so messy,” Sunghoon murmurs. “I don’t have to do much and you already look like you got fucked. Run through.”

You pout and Sunghoon coos at you. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. It’s cute. Just—Heeseung isn’t gonna like it.”

You don't get a chance to reply, because within the next second Sunghoon’s lifting you, up until you’re back on your own two feet. You wince when your joints crack, the numbness of your legs has you falling forward into Sunghoon with a yelp. Sunghoon catches you easily, hands reaching out to wrap around your waist to stabilize you. 

“Zip me up.” Sunghoon demands softly, and you listen. With shaky hands, you help Sunghoon back into his pants. When Sunghoon’s pants are zipped and his phone is slipped back into his pocket, Sunghoon stands. You look up at him, helpless, as Sunghoon towers over you. 

Sunghoon laughs, breathlessly. “You’re so cute.” 

You open your mouth to retort, but any comeback is swallowed down by Sunghoon’s mouth on yours. Sunghoon kisses you softly, sucking your bottom lip tenderly, the action making your heart swell. Sunghoon pulls back abruptly, and you chase after his lips.

“You want another one?” Sunghoon asks, and you nod, eagerly seeking Sunghoon’s lips out. “Meow for it.”

You scoff, glaring up at Sunghoon. “Fuck you. You’re fucking weird.”

Sunghoon grins at you, and your glare falters. He’s pretty. Sunghoon is so pretty that it’s unfair. “You like it.”

“No. I don’t.” You reply, and Sunghoon just shakes his head, a small smile on his lips. He ducks down to kiss you again, once, twice before pulling back. 

“You love me.” Sunghoon sounds smug, like he already knows the answer. Like he knows that you do love him. 

You bite your inner cheek, tugging on one of Sunghoon’s belt loops to pull him closer, hips flush against your own. “I don’t.”

Sunghoon lips curl into a smirk. “I know you do.”

Sunghoon always has the upper hand, but that’s because you let him. The one thing that you really hold above him, is that you don’t love him, you just love to fuck with him. You meant it when you said that if Sunghoon hadn’t gotten to you first, you would’ve gone to Jongseong instead. 

That's the thing about being a good secretary: you have to know how to play the game.

But, still, Sunghoon doesn’t know that, and what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.