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Every fucking day. He does it. Is it his life goal to annoy me all the time? Just one wrong move and he's out of my department. Why does the boss think that he is such a good employee when all he does is disrupt the office with his playful shenanigans?
If he isn't attractive, I'd probab—fuck. Okay. He looks great but his mischievousness overpowers that appeal. If only I could fire this guy but I can't. He annoys the hell out of me.
Ring ring.
Oh. It's Doyoung. "Hey son. What's up?"
"Hey dad, I need new clothes for our school program. I don't want to bother you anymore with this. Can I swipe at least five hundred dollars from my credit card?" Good kid asks for permission. Thanks to my good parenting skills.
"Sure. Just give me the receipt when I get home later, okay? You can swipe up to a thousand. But that's it, Dobby. No more than that." I can hear him giggling at the other end of the line. That made me smile.
"Thanks Dad!"
"Who are you with?"
"Oh. Just Junghwan."
"Alright. Treat him to resto or something."
"That's the plan. See you tonight, bye."
"Okay. Bye, son."
Knock knock.Fuck. Don't tell me it's that fucking kid Jihoon again. It's still nine in the morning. At least give me a break today. Come on.
Knock knock. "Come in!"
"Sir? Your coffee." Oh. That's a surprise. It's not him.
"Uhm. Thanks Shiho-ya. Just place it here." Mashiho entered my office and placed a cup of hot Americano on my table. It's not iced, though. I told them—well, Jihoon, that I don't drink hot coffee. Where is he anyway? And why am I looking for him?
Mashiho noticed that I'm looking towards the open glass door of my office. "Jihoon is on-site today, Sir. He was assigned by the big boss." My mouth gaped open.
"I wasn't looking for him." Lies, Hyunsuk. Lies.
"Oh. Right. I just thought—well… he's usually the one who brings you coffee." When is he coming back? I hate an employee who lets other people do his fucking job. He's one of my secretaries. Why does the big boss favor him so much? If he wants to bring Jihoon without informing me, why put him in my department?
"He'll be back later in the afternoon. If you need anything Sir, just give me a ring." Mashiho said as if answering my thoughts. I felt the blood rise up to my cheeks. He pressed his lips together as if suppressing a laugh. What is with people whenever they talk to me about that kid? What do they know that I don't?
—
It's already six in the evening and I'm still here in the office. My neck aches because of the number of meetings that I had to attend today yet I still have work to do for tomorrow's board meeting again. Shit's crazy whenever Kim Junkyu is in town, the other provincial manager who seldom visits. But when he does, everyone in the department is frantic because they know how strict he is. I had to do extra work because our department is in charge of how things run in the company. Events, meetings, programs, employee relations etc.
I went outside of my office door expecting no one. But for some reason, the secretary desk's computer is still on. Mashiho is probably still here because I'm here. Assistants tend to stay whenever their boss is still in. I felt the guilt creep into me. I walked my way to the pantry to get some iced coffee and I heard some commotion from outside the door. Good. Mashiho can make my coffee.
"Mashi—" Shit. What is he doing here?
"Good evening, Mr. Choi Hyunsuk." I want to fucking roll my eyes. I really do. Damn this boy. He's smirking while holding two huge cups of what I assume are iced coffee. He handed me one. "One for you, and one for me." He winked. The fucking audacity. Tell me again why the boss insists for him to be my assistant?
"Where's Mashiho?"
"I already sent him home."
"And what makes you think that you have the right to send my employee home?"
"Because I am your secretary? And he's just my assistant? He answers to me."
"I am your boss so, technically—"
"Hmmm. Possessive Choi Hyunsuk is attractive." See what I mean? This motherfucker. I hate it when he calls me by my full name. I also hate his new specs. I hate the sheen of his lips probably because of his balm. I hate that he's not wearing his necktie anymore. I hate those rings in his seemingly large hands—what the fuck Hyunsuk?
"It's Mr. Choi or Sir to you." Bastard. I took the coffee that he's still holding out and walked back to my office as fast as I could. I just hate the guy every time he opens his mouth or anything that he does. I hate his guts. I just can't get rid of him because the big boss likes him too much. Probably a son of one of his rich friends who doesn't have to work hard to get a job. Just recommendations.
"Ugh." I opened the door to my office and sat on my chair. I massaged my temples to get rid of thoughts of him that might disrupt my momentum for work.
Knock knock. What is it this time? "Get in."
"Mr. Choi Hyunsuk!"
"I don't have the time to play with you, Mr. Park. What are you even still doing here?"
"Acting like the good assistant that I am to you, Mr. Choi Hyunsuk." I see that he rolled the sleeves of his shirt and opened three buttons. Where does he think he is? Home? I can see the veins in his arms—fuck. Why am I even checking him out? Hyunsuk, what are you doing?
"Go home. I don't need you."
"Shouldn't you be going home too?" He sat on one of my office couches and crossed his legs while drinking from his cup. I must admit that this boy is really attractive. He is in his prime. Just fucking annoys the hell out of me. Really. He is testing my patience.
"None of your business. What makes you think that you can just lounge in my office, Mr. Park? You're just an assistant. Get out of here." His eyes darkened and placed down his cup on the coffee table. He stood up and went in front of my table—his arms crossed, making his arms and shoulders look wider than it already is. I looked up, challenging him.
"You don't like me much do you?"
"Obviously."
"Is it because the boss favors me? Or I turn you on, Hyunsukkie?" What the fuck? Suddenly my heart pounded so freaking fast I— "Cat got your tongue? Tell me, you like me too. Because I liked you so much the moment I entered this office."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"The boss is my Dad." Really? This is news. "Illegitimate son. He's giving me this company soon. And I can lounge in your office whenever I want, Choi Hyunsuk."
"Even if that's true, I-I'm still your boss right now!"
"You are. And I so want to fucking get into my boss's pants." I think the air felt hot suddenly and everything went quiet. Just my heart beating rapidly and this fucking man is the reason. Why is it turning me on?
"J-jihoon. Stop."
"God. I love it when you stutter." He moved towards me and twisted my chair. I couldn't move. He leaned forward placing his hands on my arm rests. "You really don't find me attractive? Somehow? Don't you feel the sexual tension between us?" Now, I do. Fuck you.
"You're twelve years younger than me."
"And so? You can still swallow my cock, I bet. I can still fuck your wet pussy. I bet you're so fucking wet right now, Sir. Isn't that what you want me to call you? Sir?" Now that he mentioned it, I feel the wetness between my legs. Hyunsuk, he is a fucking kid.
"S-stop."
"How can I? When I can see that I turn you on too? You're so horny for me, Hyunsuk. Admit it. I bet you just hate me because you think I can't fuck you because I'm too young for you? But guess what? You're the hottest man with a pussy that I wanted to fuck for so long. Just let me fuck you."
"Fuck." I can't help it. I just needed to say that. This kid's mouth is dirty. Filthy. And I feel weak.
"Yes. I will fuck you." He took my hand and placed it over his pants—over his hard cock. "That's for you, baby. Feel me." Baby? You're the fucking baby. I can't believe this is happening right now. He's a boy, Hyunsuk. A boy!
"Are you tricking me?"
"No tricks. I like you."
"How?"
"Are you kidding? Have you seen yourself? People in the office salivate whenever you enter the room. You don't notice?" What is he talking about? My pussy clenched as he rubbed his front with my hand.
"I—"
"How about you suck my cock while I explain how fucking gorgeous you are?" Shit. I want to. Gosh his face is just… perfect. Fine. I hate you because I like you. You're right. I hate that you're young. I hate that I'm already a Dad. I hate that you can find some other young guy that matches you. Fuck you, Park Jihoon. For making me feel this way.
"Tell me, then." I glanced at him and fluttered my eyes. And then my hands fumbled on his belt. His mouth hung in shock.
"Damn it. You are so hot." No, you are. I can't believe I'm doing this right now. I dragged his pants and then his boxers. My eyes bulged at his size. Fuck. I have a presentation tomorrow. I can't have a sore throat. But I feel the need to please him. Can I even— "Yes, you can." He said. How did he know that I was thinking of that?
I held the base of his cock and started licking the pre-cum oozing out of his tip. Shit. He tastes… sweet? How? "Hmmm…" I moaned as I sucked half of his length.
"Whoa. You look prettier like that. Your mouth filled with my cock. Sir—ahhhh!" He fucked my mouth. He kept on pushing until it reaches my fucking throat. The bastard. I felt filthy while hearing my office chair squeak as my head bobbed forward and backward. He’s just so thick. I wondered how it would feel inside my now, aching pussy—begging to be fucked. My wetness is just unparalleled at the moment. He pulled out of my mouth as I stared up at him wiping my mouth with my hand. I am panting—it’s embarrassing.
“Do you trust me?” He asked. I’m still not comfortable talking to him because I’ve made it my mission to not fall for his tricks and now, look at me. I just sucked his dick like it was a normal occurrence between us. I feel disgusted with myself but at the same time, I like that he desires me. Somehow. It feels great to be wanted by a young boy. It makes me think that I can still attract someone my age, especially men like him.
I must admit that he really is gorgeous. One of the reasons why I hate him so fucking much. I just nodded at his question and he took my hand. I am so thankful that there aren’t people in the office now… hopefully.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you on my desk. ‘Cause you’re so fucking hot.”
“Why do you find me hot?” He faced me like it was the most ridiculous question. We’re in front of his desk now. It’s an assistant’s corner right outside my office.
“Are you kidding, baby? You wear the most amazing clothes. You present yourself well. You’re smart. You’re great at what you do. You’re an amazing leader. I am very much in awe of you. Everyday.” He really said some nice things but the only thing that registered in my mind is the way the word ‘baby’ rolled off his tongue. Damn it. I need to have my head checked.
“I’m not your baby.”
“Hmmm. But you will be. After I fuck you.” That’s it. I’m a slut. Filthy words just make me weak inside and outside. How can he drop these lines like it’s nothing? Also, his cock is just hanging like we’re not in the office. This kid is crazy—okay he ain’t a kid when I look at his manhood. Guy is surely blessed.
I noticed that his desk is unusually clean at the moment. Did he? “Has this been your plan all along?”
“To have you alone, at last? Yes.” He opened my pants for me and hooked everything down. My pants and undies rolled down to my knee as he carried me up and placed me on his wooden desk. I yelped in surprise. “I want to taste myself.” He said and then he claimed my lips. And I responded too quickly. Fuck.
“Hmmm…” Of course I clinged on his neck. His kisses are amazing. The way his tongue explored my mouth will definitely put a mark on my soul. I’m kissing a man! Who is way too young for me. Yet he’s too sexy to ignore now. I fell for his charms just like the others surrounding him. I wonder if he sleeps around the office?
He pushed me slightly making me lie down on his desk. He flipped me sideways and looked down on my pussy. “What do you see?” I found myself asking. I’m so insecure with my pussy that I blushed. I wanted to have that validation that I can still be desirable. And this boy makes me feel amazing about myself with the way he just kissed me.
“I see a pretty purple flower.” He said and finally touched my labia. He massaged it, scattering my juices all over. “And inside…” He parted the lips of my pussy and easily inserted two fingers. I gasped. “Inside is pink. So pink. And beautiful.” He groaned as he inserted another finger… and another. Shit. “Wow, baby. Four fingers? Fuck. I can easily get inside you and just fuck you into oblivion.”
“There might still be people here. Let’s go back to my office.”
“No. I will fuck you here.” And he did. He fucked me while holding me sideways on his desk. He rammed his cock hard and fast. He didn’t even give time for my pussy to adjust to his thickness. “Agggghhh!”
“Ahh! Fuuuck!” I screamed and I remembered that we’re still in the office and people might see us. I’m scared as fuck and yet the risk turned me on even more. He reached out for my mouth and placed three fingers inside. Maybe to shut me up. So, I just sucked on it while moaning softly because of his entrance and exit to my hole. He fucks so good.
“I will claim you someday Hyunsukkie. I will make you my bitch. You’ll just buck and buck whenever I fuck you at any time of the day.” Gosh. At this point, I just want to be his bitch, his slut, his everything. “Pussy so wet. Damn it. How long have you been wet for me?”
“All the time.” I said in a muffled tone. It was true. I hated him for that.
“Fuck, really?” He took his hand and I can finally scream again.
“Ahhhh! Y–yye—yessss! Ahhhh! Ah! Uhhh! Oh god!!” He pounded into me like his life depended on it. I can hear my pussy squeak and even fart because of the friction of his thick cock inside me.
“You are so hot. I heard you have a kid. The thought turns me on. You’re someone’s Dad and I’m fucking you on my desk. I am fucking my boss, Choi Hyunsuk.” This boy’s filthy mouth needs to shut up.
“Fuuuuck!”
“Can I cum inside you? Shit. I want to get you pregnant.” He groaned. And I couldn’t handle his dirty talk anymore that I squirted in the middle of his pounding. Ah! That felt amazing yet I felt myself building again because he just won’t stop fucking me. I hated the sound of my whimpers because I seemed weak.
“You want to cum inside me, huh? Pour it inside, boy.”
“I am not a boy.”
“And I am not a baby.”
He pulled out of me and brought me down from his desk and pushed me forward on the table, showing off my ass for him. He fucked my pussy from behind roughly. “Ahhhh… Choi Hyunsuk! I’ll cum inside your filthy pussy. You are so fucking wet for me, my dirty little boss.” Shit. Shit. I felt myself cumming again.
“Cuuum for me, Jihoon-ah. Inside please.”
“Yesssss baby. Together?” My pussy clenched at his gentleness after his filthy words. His hands on my back felt heavier and that’s when I knew he’s cumming. After a few more pounds and thrusts, he groaned in ecstasy as if he was in agony, but by what I felt that he poured inside me, he was extremely satisfied.
He pulled out of me and helped me up. My knees wanted to give up but I fixed my composure.”This will never happen again. Forget that this ever happened.” I said as I pulled my pants up not caring about the dripping cum from my pussy.
“Sure.” He claimed my lips again. Fucker! “Because I will not fuck you on my desk again. Because… I’m taking you home with me.”
“What for?!”
“To fuck you properly. To appreciate you in a way that you deserve.” My cheeks heat up from what he said. This boy doesn’t know how to pause.
“What makes you think that I’ll go with you?”
“You will. You want more of my cum inside you.”
“Fuck you, Park Jihoon.” I hate you so much. I hate that I like you. I hate it!
“Oh, you will. Many times over. I’ll make sure that your pussy will be spoiled. In the literal sense.”
Shit. I can’t believe that my pussy could ache for such a young boy. I'm screwed. In the literal sense too.