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For the first time in his life, Kim Dokja felt lucky. Even though he got his knees scraped from tripping and running to get milk stocked for the cafe, and how his boss witnessed (glared) at his fumble, Kim Dokja’s job at this coffee shop/internet cafe fusion is something he’s grateful for.
There is no needless overtime. The labor and hours are somehow more reasonable than expected despite the number of customers. And his coworkers and regular guests were mostly pleasant company.
And even if the owner acts like a complete bastard sometimes, Yoo Joonghyuk is the best boss he ever had.
Not that he’d admit it.
–
Wrong. Yoo Joonghyuk is the worst boss to ever exist on the face of earth. Even if you slap the earth twice.
“Hnngg!” he can’t help but yelp when the bastard bites his thoroughly abused nipple. He failed to grab and pull on Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair since his head is under the shirt he’s wearing. He gasps when he feels hungry lips sucking it again.
Like the complete bastard he is, Yoo Joonghyuk grunts out as he lets go with an audible pop, “Liar. Nothing is coming out.” With a swift set of actions that he couldn’t react to, his shirt was pulled over his head, leaving Dokja completely bare under the scrutiny of a mad man.
He follows the crazed look down and as he realizes what will be pointed out next, Yoo Joonghyuk beats him to it as he palms the obvious damp tent of his boxers. He gasps at the hot grasp that’s breaking his resolve.
With steady pumps around his wet dick that’s mellowing his brain, his insane boss continues speaking nonsense, “Here, then.” Not noticing what the other hand was doing, he shouts in surprise as something wet enters him, “Or here?”
“Y-you absolute bast–aah, not there!”
His warning wasn’t heeded yet not ignored given how Yoo Joonghyuk continually hit the same spot with exact precision with his thick curled digits. With continued pumps of the fist wrapped around his member and the fingers going in and out of him, mindless ahhs and moans escape his mouth as words are long gone from the building pleasure crawling up to his head, making his eyes roll back. And with his nipple once again back to being abused and sucked on, Kim Dokja knew it wasn’t long until–
He screams as his body curls and trembles from the overwhelming orgasm. The mind numbing ministrations thankfully retreat as he slowly recovers from the sensory overload. Yet being the bastard Yoo Joonghyuk was, he then roughly parts his legs open to check something. He states bluntly, “Kim Dokja. Nothing came out.”
Despite opening his lips, he couldn’t voice out his annoyed response when his mouth was immediately taken by that lecherous tongue.
And Kim Dokja long forgot the made up promise to not panic to rush getting milk from the store by idiotically arguing that he can provide his own.