#secretary!reader

Part-1. Part-3

A/n: It's kind of an extension of the previous one I wrote. If y'all like this one, let me know if I should make smut or fluff based on this storyline next.

Being a secretary at DSO meant making no mistakes. Especially if you’re working for Leon S. Kennedy. He’s known for being strict in his work and overly perfect. When you survive such horrific events, you develop a habit of expecting the best from other people. That was the case with Leon.

You started working there as his secretary. Your job application was done simply. You’re perfect for Leon. Fast, efficient, smart, and most importantly, obedient. He’s kept an eye on you since day one; he’s always kept you close. Maybe too close for a professional workspace.

You really like doing everything he asks you to. Acting like a good girl, doing everything for him, which includes private time. He calls you a ‘slut’ for it. You like being insulted by him. He knows it too. You’re his dear miss secretary.

It was a busy day. That morning, he had asked you to proofread an important document. You handled it right away and delivered the papers to his office on time, leaning forward a little more than necessary as you placed them on his desk. Just enough to draw his eye to your cleavage, like always.

But this time, he barely glanced at you. He was on the phone, his voice clipped and professional. He only gave a dismissive wave of his hand, signaling for you to leave.

You shrugged it off and returned to your desk, absently toying with your nails. All that effort, just for him to brush you aside? Sometimes you hated him for it. Yet somehow, that frustration only made you want him more. You really were losing your mind over this man.

Suddenly, the desk phone rang. Your pulse jumped. Maybe it’s him. You snatched it up. “Yes—”

“My office. Now.” His tone was sharp, leaving no room for questions before he hung up.

Your stomach twisted. Why was he calling you in like that? You hadn’t done anything wrong… right? You never made mistakes. That thought repeated in your head like a mantra as you stood up and quickly smoothed down your skirt.

You knocked on his door, drawing in a steadying breath.

“Come in.”

You stepped inside hesitantly and lowered yourself into the chair in front of his desk. He didn’t look at you at first, his eyes fixed on his monitor. You searched his face for any hint of what this was about, but his expression gave nothing away.

When he finally turned to you, he pointed to the spot beside his chair. “Come closer.”

You obeyed.

He tapped a finger on the document in front of him. A large red circle stood out harshly on the page. “Typo.”

Shit.

It couldn’t be. Not you. “I-I’m so sorry, sir,” you stammered, reaching for the paper. “I’ll fix it right away—”

Before you could retreat, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer with a firm grip.

“You know you’re not allowed to make mistakes here, right?”

You nodded quickly, heart racing. “Yes, sir. I know. I’m so sorry.”

“Kneel down.”

You obeyed instantly, sinking gracefully to your knees between his spread legs. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you looked up at him.

He caught your chin with firm fingers and tilted your face upward. “Eyes on me.”

“I’m so sorry, sir,” you breathed, voice already trembling with need. Your hands moved to his belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease. “Please… let me make it up to you.”

He leaned back in his leather chair, watching you with that intense, unreadable stare. “Then stop apologizing with words,” he said, voice low and rough. “Show me. Use that pretty mouth properly.”

You freed his cock, already hardening under your touch. Wrapping your fingers around the base, you leaned in and dragged your tongue slowly along the underside before swirling it around the swollen head. A quiet groan escaped him, and the sound sent a rush of heat straight between your thighs.

You took him deeper, lips stretching around his girth as you worked him into your mouth. The wet, rhythmic sounds of your sucking filled the silent office. He slid one hand into your hair, not forcing you yet, just holding you possessively.

“Deeper,” he ordered, voice tight. “You know how I like it.”

“Mhm…” You relaxed your throat and sank down until your nose brushed his abdomen, taking every inch. Your eyes watered, but you held him there, humming softly around his length. He let out a low curse, fingers tightening in your hair as he began guiding your movements, slow and controlled at first, then gradually faster.

“Look at me while you choke on it,” he growled.

Your teary gaze lifted to meet his. The raw hunger in his eyes made your core throb. You sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks, your tongue pressing firmly along the underside with every stroke.

“Fuck… that’s my good girl,” he murmured, breath growing ragged. “You’re so much better at sucking cock than proofreading, aren’t you?”

You moaned around him in agreement, the vibration making his hips twitch. He started thrusting shallowly into your mouth, using your throat with that same strict precision he brought to everything else. Tears slipped down your cheeks, but you never broke eye contact, desperate to please him.

His grip became tighter, almost punishing. “Don’t pull away. Swallow every fucking drop like the eager little secretary you are.”

With a deep, guttural groan, he came hard, pulsing against your tongue. You swallowed around him greedily, milking every last drop until he finally relaxed back into the chair, breathing heavy.

You kept him in your mouth a moment longer, gently licking and sucking him clean, savoring the taste of him. When you finally pulled off with a soft, wet pop, a thin string of saliva still connected your swollen lips to the head of his cock.

He didn’t let you pull away immediately. Instead, he slid two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as he looked at you with dark satisfaction.

“Open,” he commanded softly. You obeyed, showing him your empty mouth. “Good girl.”

He helped you stand, but before you could straighten your skirt, he pulled you close and slipped a hand between your thighs. His fingers brushed over your soaked panties, rubbing slow circles against your aching clit through the fabric.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he murmured against your ear, voice rough with approval. “Sucking me off gets you this wet? Pathetic…”

A soft whimper escaped you as he pushed your panties aside and sank two fingers deep inside you without warning. He pumped them slowly, curling them just right, while his thumb kept teasing your clit.

“You don’t get to come,” he warned, biting your earlobe. “Not until that document is perfect. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you gasped, hips rolling against his hand desperately.

He pulled his fingers out abruptly, leaving you empty and throbbing, then brought them to your lips. You sucked them clean without being told, tasting yourself mixed with him.

He straightened your skirt with deceptively gentle hands, then gave your ass a firm, possessive squeeze.

“Fix it. Bring it back before lunch. If there’s even one more mistake…” He leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “I’ll bend you over this desk and fuck you until you can’t walk straight. Now go.”

stan edgar asked you to go fetch soldier boy from whatever shit he had been doing and bring him straight to his office . you weren’t surprised when you found him high on the immense couch dominating his penthouse living room .

the french tips of your nails dug in the leather material of the couch.

“ you’re tighter than a fucking virgin—look at her dripping on my fucking cock . ” his thumb slipped past the rims of your butthole and you immediately clenched both around his thumb and length. your slick gushed down the girth to form a white ring at the base of his cock .

there was something wrong about hearing the wet squelch of his dick driving into your weeping cunt and the grunts that escaped both of you in ben’s quarters .

“ you sure love it raw , yeah ? didn’t know you were a dirty little slut . ”

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The last one has been something new added, as you had been the newest hire it was of the upmost importance for you to proof yourself. Or at least that’s what you heard your coworkers laughing about over day old donuts and shitty coffee. They assumed you hadn’t been paying attention or that you were too anxious but their words stuck with you.

I give it a month tops.

Hell no, with Higuruma she’ll last probably till the afternoon.

Doubtful, very doubtful.

It was all a lot for you. Especially since you’d made it longer than anyone had expected. With each entrance into a room or phone line directed they continued to stay shocked. You had made it, proving yourself time and time again to be a reliable addition to this small yet powerful organization. The only problem that lingered however had been Hiromi Higuruma.

Head defense attorney and all around asshole. Or at least how you categorized him. Stern.

He wasn’t like most bosses who nodded off with every worry or complain anyone in a lower tax bracket would have. He was in all but few words…particular. He had a hand in everything and anything you had ever and will ever do with this company. It was his way.

And it sent chills down your spine when you first started, the checklists, the intensity, the structure. Hell when had you ever known a boss to tell you to wear pencil shirts, dark red heels, rose blooming fishnets and your hair pinned up nice and proper.

No straggling hair, no mistakes.

Always on point.

But it wasn’t as hard for you as you thought it would be, being told what to do and how to do it. You actually in many cases enjoyed it, left little time for wandering thoughts or trickling anxieties about being a new comer in this intense world. Higuruma liked that.

Liked how obedient you were.

It’s why you’re still here, after everything had been done and checked three times over and even the janitor had said his goodbyes. You were still here. Walking past the very few cubicles, nodding along the way. He would be proud of his place. Would be proud of you.

At the end of the small hall you see it.

A dimly lit room, his office. And right across had been your very own. It was an open space. Where people could see you and ask questions about personal inquiries regarding their own cases but the placement hadn’t made sense. At least when you really thought about it, you secluded from the rest of the workers, right across from him. The kind of space where if you hadn’t known any better swore you were being babysat or at least watched.

You remember his gaze, the first time you sat there how it stirred fear and something else you couldn’t quite place. You had to look away, but still felt his eyes on you, even as his coworker droned on and on about some missing case file needing to be redirected immediately. Hands crossed and placed against the bridge of his nose, glasses tight against his eyes.

Boring into you. Devouring you.

Thinking about it now made your knees weak.

Back then you had been fearful of being lost in the ways of a man who had thrown out coffee in front of you if it had one too many sugars. Black, no crème, (three not four sugars) and red straw neatly tucked between your forefinger and middle to keep it from stirring itself.

Things are different now, his gaze still just as sinking, all knowing making you fall into every word. But needing it more than anything else. He could tell you to do anything and you’d do it without hesitation. Perhaps that’s why he kept you around, he knew you were the kinda girl who listened.

Your heels clicked softly against the floor, the sound coming to an end when you finally reached his office door. It had been left open, unusual by his standards. Remember to tell the janitor about that in the morning. Is what you noted in your mind before hearing a cough, snapping yourself out of it you then heard a muttered strand of fucks and dammits.

Higuruma had always been the one to keep his own. Unlike the few lawyers that decided to give this place a chance with loud and brazen need to feed their egos Higuruma held his silence and stature. That was what made him a great lawyer, he worked with thought rather than words unless needed. Justice carried him not the filth of rich clients that wanted an easy out.

And that of course came with its stresses. The number of times you remember Higuruma yelling was few and far between, a rare occurrence that made everyone’s attention snap towards the man. He rarely spoke regularly, your relationship was continued emails, small phrases, phone line mergers and those looks.

Biting your lip you knocked on the open door before fully allowing yourself to enter. When you had, it was like you weren’t even there. The presence of him was all consuming. His world, his space, his livelihood. It was all in the palm of your hands at a constant beat, but when he wasn’t there. The lush rug that clung to the floor muted his anxious foot tappings. The lamp on his office desk near the end of the table flickered once, twice before keeping a steady hum.

“Isn’t it a bit late for someone of your position to be lingering about?” He didn’t even look up at you, too consumed with the papers scattered across his desk. How could even get a handle on what he was doing?

“I was just…” Nervous still you coughed, he looked up then, goading your response and when you hadn’t answered immediately just shook his head.

Saying your name firmly he began. “It’s late. Don’t tell me the checklist consumed the entirety of your night. That simply won’t work.”

“No Sir!” You spazzed, it was then he stopped his insistent flipping through pages. Not bothering to look up again he beckoned you forward.

“Come here.” His two fingers lulled you into a false sense of security. You allowed yourself to move turning behind you at first as if he had been talking to someone else. Your brain was clouded, of course no one else was here. It was just the two of you.

“It’s not a good look for my secretary to be tired on the job.” Higuruma notes, and with each step you caught your breath. “What will they say? Hmm? Are you trying to give me a bad look?”

“N-no Sir, I was actually about to leave.” You motion, his gaze still transfixed on his work, only this time his hand was out for you. Raising a brow you look at it confused before moving towards him, sickeningly close. “I just wanted to make sure everything was prepared for the meeting in the morning.” Higuruma nods, pushing his glasses forward with his other hand.

“And?” He continues,

“Everything is in tip top shape.” You say with a twinge of nervousness, “Except for…”

“Except for my office. Yes.” He finishes for you with a sigh. “It would seem I have a long night ahead of me.” It was then you took the time to look down, your eyes scanned the merrad of words, all of which could make you dizzy. Deep red marks circling words that hadn’t made sense to you and highlights against things that truly mattered. It was all so methodical and maddening. Just enough for him and him alone to understand.

“I’m rather tired myself.” He cuts. He rubbed his face, glasses rising and falling again. “So tired…”

It was an invitation, something to bond over yet all you could do was nod. Words caught at your throat as you opened and closed them back again.

“It may be best if you—” You start to mumble, staring at your feet before you feel your body tugged against your better judgment. He’d pulled you towards his desk, towards him. That’s what the outstretched hand was for, you pieced.

“What are you doing here?” He mutters.

“I told you sir I-”

“What are you really doing here?” It was a question that would linger in your mind, you hadn’t gone to law school, hadn’t yearned for justice the way others who had worked here had. Hadn’t had the ego boost or inflamed sense of need, you just needed a job. A balance in the world rather than losing yourself like you had plenty times before. You couldn’t find an answer or at least one that you knew would goad Higuruma’s approval. All he could do in return was sigh, now pressing his head against your stomach.

“Mr. Hig- Sir.” You gulped. “I don’t know if this is…”

“You’re my secretary aren’t you? Fulfilling my needs is apart of the job…all my wants…needs…” The line had been blurring, you knew that all too well. It started the moment he stared you down, that time when you wore what he asked and when. And now.

You laced your hands in his hair, both letting out a sigh of relief and tension you hadn’t known you’d been harboring. Like a need that was reaching its peak. “Decompression is an important part of the job,” He starts again, his breath hot against your clothed skin, you almost swore you’d heard a whimper in his words. “If a case consumes me…it’s hard to come back.”

“We can’t let that happen.” You whisper, your fingers twirl absentmindedly against his hair, tugging slightly and anxiously not knowing what it was doing to the man, your boss, below.

He hisses at the remark before shaking his head. It’s then he looks up at you, red dancing on the edges of his eyes and bags covered by his glasses. “Sit.” He says, reluctantly pulling himself away from you and motioning towards the desk.

“What about your work?”

“Sit.” Higuruma repeats, this time with more emphasis before leading you. Rolling his chair back he allows you to step in front of him, skirt rising as you adjust yourself on top of the desk. The silence of the room, warmth of the air and crinkle of papers below leaving you absolutely breathless.

You go to cross your legs only to be stopped. Grabbing the back of your leg Higuruma comes close to you, still seated he places your heel against him. It only takes a second before you’re both breathless, shocked at his boldness though it feels as though this had been a thin line waiting to be crossed for a long time now. You press down softly, feeling what could only have been his growing size. Your mouth opens wordlessly, trying to find something, anything to say to this but simply couldn’t. Transfixed against him now he hold you there before moving his seat closer, pressing your heel firmer.

His other hand is what allows the sinking feeling that was bound the rise. It goes to a place you had never once thought could. Trailing up your rose patterned fishnets he groans, further and further until he hits the edge of your skirt. Closing your mouth you go to swallow spit, his gaze is consuming you again. Shaking his head more so to himself he almost pulls back.

Please. A voice hits the air, you couldn’t tell if it had been your own or some omnipresent entity who couldn’t handle it all. What you do know is that your hand goes against his and his breath staggers.

“Let me.” He practically begs and you’re already nodding. Leaning forward he’s pulling at your tights now, slowly he lets your bare legs out and slowly releases the tension you held in your feet. A tongue darts between his lips before looking to you again, his glasses hung low against his nose bridge before looking back again.

“Lace.” You answer knowing the question pending in his mind. His eyes close almost in bliss before looking back down to you. His hands are warm, rough as they reach for your panties. It was then you realized the pool of wetness that began, your nerves trickling in as you reached the peak. “Black.”

A hand reaches out for him to stop and he only moves them away. Don’t. His body says for the both of you. Don’t ruin this. We’ve gone this far.

His finger slips between your legs, hitched breathing as he slides your panties to the side, gaining access to your slit. He practically falls over himself, knowing what he’s done to you. That this was all for him. Only him.

“Mmmph-” You let out a moan, eyes already watering from the tension.

“This is why you stayed isn’t it?” Higuruma muttered before leaning down against your legs. Peppering kisses against your legs. “You wanted to help me… finish up?” The last part of his words were laced with intent and before you could even answer your skirt was off. Lifting himself up from his chair he laid your body bare against the table, legs spreading, wetness pooling around.

“Hig-” You hiccup, feeling a sharp nip against your inner thighs.

“Shh.” He muses. “This case is tough as you know. Hard to focus when I’ve got other things on my mind. Things that worm their way in even when you think they’ve given up.”

His hot breath fanned against your now exposed body, you try to close your legs at the sudden change in temperature but Higuruma snaps them back open. He tuts your hips forward before places two fingers to your mouth. “Suck.” He mutters, his eyes not daring to leave your whining pussy. Clenching around nothing you obey, drool pooling from your mouth and onto his long tentative fingers. They play with the pad of your tongue before delving deeper and deeper until you’re short of breath, a slight choke that sends him reeling.

“Fuck you’re so-” He starts before closing his eyes and breathing deep. “Thaaaat’s it.” And you, so desperate for it now continue on, sucking and imagining it was another part of him you begin to moan, so needy, so willing, so his.

“Please Mr. Higuruma, Sir I need.” He shushes you again. “I know, I know.” Shaking his head and making a clicking noise. “She’s just as restless as we are.”

Pulling his fingers from your mouth he goes back to your now dripping hole. He slides one finger in, its length probing you as you suck it in so tight. “Fuck, it’s like it doesn’t want me to leave does it?” You shake your head, eyes closed, mouth open wide still. Drool dripping from your tongue to your chin Higuruma’s eyes blow out wide beneath the rims of his glasses.

“Have you always been this needy?”

Embarrassingly you nod and that does it. “For you Sir, only for you.” Inserting a second finger Higuruma is above the talk now. He prods at your pussy, fingers delving deeper to find your most intimate of spots and when he has it, curling against you making your face form that pretty little O he knew he could pull from you the minute you stepped inside his office it snaps him back. Yes he’d been a professional with his words, used lines and such to make a show of his justice but you, here before him now spread so prettily for him, so willing.

That left him with a blossoming feeling of recompense. The yearning he’d felt and the urge to satisfy even in his tired state. “Fuck. I need to taste you.” You nod quickly, biting your bottom lip as he continues his scissoring motion inside you, back and forth, pulling at you, molding you.

“Please Sir…I need you…” And that was all he needed, the go ahead to absolutely devour you. He didn’t even bother taking off his glasses, too tired from work and too hot with want to take them off. He didn’t bother with the niceness of it all, didn’t kiss or rub your clit with his thumb no.

The man was nothing if not thorough though.

All he wanted now in this moment, was you. In any way you’d let him. And if that meant he’d spend the night devouring your pussy like a fucking animal, he’d be here all night just to prove he could. Work be damned.

Your high pitched moans make him dizzy, with every sharp tug and slurp he had within him. It only made him more desperate, it was as if he’d been thinking about this forever. How he’d do it and when.

“Fuck Higuruma.” You hiss now putting your fingers through his hair grabbing strands like you did once before, now in a more intimate nature. Still professional enough with the name, perhaps that’s what got him off. Because now his fingers are out and his mouth took center stage.

Like a man possessed he eats. Sticking his tongue nice and deep trying to get every single thing you’d held in out. Moaning as his nose bumped against your clit and yet he still doesn’t look at you. Not the way you want him too. Not the way he had that one day.

“Please please please.” You’re bordering senselessness. His words muffled back, don’t talk, just feel. And you do, you feel everything so much. You’re floating now or at least that’s what it feels like, the way he circles your clit then dives back deep. Over and over until final you feel yourself about to come. You clench again this time harder you swear you’re afraid you’ll suffocate him.

Pulling at his hair at the same time he knows your release is coming. He can feel it around his tongue.

Slipping his fingers back inside of you he pulls. “C’mon, let me see you. Don’t hide from me.” He’s looking at you now. Glasses fogged up, nose and lips absolutely covered. You can’t even speak, it’s all high pitched inaudible babbling. “She wants you too.” He says motioning to your pussy. “I want you too.”

And with that a flood of your juices finally peak, you’re practically shaking as come undone beneath him. Eyes blurring and showing white as you moan out his name.

“Yesss.” He drags finally getting what he wanted. “You did good, you did so good.” He’s pulling his fingers out now, glistening under the lamplight.

“That was….” You’re breathless, that much was clear, your chest heaving and hair a falling from its perfectly neat place. You didn’t know what you looked like now but you’re sure HR would have a field day with the sight. And all Higuruma could do was stare, if he could take a picture and frame you in this moment trust the whole office would get the sight.

And to top it off you weren’t expecting the kiss to come right after. Your boss, yes that very one kissing you. Sticking his tongue down your throat and practicing begging for you to suck it or at least fight back. And you do, you so do. Tasting a mixture of yourself and his spit. It’s all teeth and tongue, all so new you never wanted it to end.

But alas, all good things…

He pulls away, fixing his suit and somewhat ignoring the not so subtle bulge in his pants. “You should get going Miss.” He coughs, leaving you in shock. “I have a lot of work to do and you’re needed for the meeting tomorrow. No sleeping in even if you’re tired.”

And you nod, pulling yourself up. The fantasy was over as quick as it came. “And you, no rest for the wicked I assume?”

“Funny.” He responded dryly, before looking back down at his work. “And be sure to reprint the needed files for tomorrow. These ones are no good.”

“Yes Sir.” You spoke. Grabbing your things and shifting your panties back in place you begin your departure. And you don’t bother looking back, don’t wonder if Higuruma is staring you down and thinking the same thing is you. Would this happen again? Was this just some midnight rendezvous bred out of pure tiredness and lonesome desire? Had it been anyone else would he have done this to them?

You didn’t know. You didn’t want to.

All you knew for certain, was that you would keep your job for another day.

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