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A gray box.
The place where he spent five days a week, eight hours a day. Typing away at his computer, crunching numbers, and pitching ideas that would be overlooked. The same tasks, every day. These same tasks were shared by his many coworkers. All of them are compiled into this office, in their respective gray boxes. However, despite his overwhelmingly monotonous work life, he still managed to stay positive. His goal to work toward a promotion where he would work alongside the C.E.O. kept him going. So he worked as hard as he could to stand out from his coworkers, in hopes he'd catch his employers’ attention. But until that day would come, here he sat, filling out order forms mindlessly while listening to the distant conversations that filled the dull atmosphere.
"Psst...Hoseok"
He spun around in his chair to see his friend standing at the entrance to his cubicle, a giddy expression gracing his face.
"Oh hey, Jimin" Hoseok sighed, giving him a nod and then returning back to his work.
"Ah Hobi, you're not still pissed at me for yesterday, are you?" The younger giggled, leaning down and wrapping his arms around Hoseok's shoulders, giving him a squeeze.
"Not now Jimin" he sighed, shaking the man off of him. "I have to have this finished before my break."
"C'mon" he whined, leaning against the cubicle's wall, staring at the back of his friend's head. "It won't happen again, I promise."
Hoseok knew this whole act was familiar, too familiar. His coworker had said the same thing last time, the time before that, and the time before that. He asked himself why he even bothered to let it anger him anymore, it was not like it was going to change anything. But he put up with Jimin's antics because, despite his recklessness, he was his friend and roommate. Yes, the two lived together. It was a decent-sized condo that they both contributed to. They had decided to move in together due to the fact they were both going to the same college. And since they were both hired at the same company after their programs, they thought they would continue living together. It just made sense, especially given the astronomical cost of living in this city. But they were no longer college students who could barely afford a 12-pack. They were adults now. They needed to move on. Grow.
Although it was mostly just Hoseok that wanted to move on. He knew Jimin would be onboard too, although it would take some convincing. But it would ease the younger man's mind not having to worry about angering his friend with his behavior anymore. Just like he had last night when he came home shitfaced, with two equally shitfaced women at his side. Hoseok had gotten no sleep due to the loud music and hollering from the three of them. And as if a long torturous night wasn't enough, he woke up to find his bathroom littered with empty alcohol bottles, vomit, and a half-naked woman. Nonetheless, Hoseok so badly wanted his own place, and this only fueled his goal of getting this promotion even more.
"Jimin please don't whine" Hoseok sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache coming on. "We can talk on our break, okay."
"But Hoseok, it's important," Jimin begged, pulling the arm of his friend's chair to spin it around so that he faced him.
"What is it?" the older man asked, annoyed as he flicked his pen between his fingers.
"Mr. Kang is going on sick leave, for good!" Jimin exclaimed, fist-bumping the air. "Terminal illness baby!"
"Shh. Shut up" Hoseok hissed, frantically grabbing his friend's arm, desperately hoping no one heard. "How do you even know this, and how could you be so insensitive?"
"Pfft. Everybody's been waiting for that old shitbag to croak, don't act like you aren't either" the younger laughed. "Plus his niece is taking his place. I heard she's around our age too" he added with a suggestive wink.
Of course he heard that.
"How'd you find all this out?" Hoseok questioned, his voice low.
"Duh, Jina told me" Jimin deadpanned.
"When did you talk to Jina?"
"Dude, I slept with her last night" the younger snickered, slapping Hoseok's arm.
Hoseok just shook his head in disappointment, not even bothering to address that fact. "Why would she tell you that?"
"You can find out a lot from women when you act like you're interested in them" Jimin chuckled, a smug smile spread on his lips.
"You're an asshole, you know that, right?” Hoseok sighed, turning back around to his neglected work.
"Hey, I might be an asshole but at least I gave her a good time," he shrugged, slapping his hands down on Hoseok's shoulders, making him jump in his seat. "See you on break man."
Jimin retreated back to his cubicle without another word, finally allowing Hoseok to breathe. He leaned back in his chair, trying to process what his friend had said. He'd be lying if he said there wasn't a tad bit of excitement knowing the boss would be retiring. He was a shitbag. But given the circumstances it was unfortunate. Nonetheless, it would be nice having a change around here. This place was definitely in need of it. And it was an opportunity for a fresh start. Maybe Hoseok could make a good impression on the new boss, increasing his chances of promotion to executive assistant. That was all far-fetched though, he thought, shaking his head. But hey, he could dream, right?
Not giving it another thought, Hoseok returned to his dreaded work, going through the motions of yet another bland day at work.
•
"Attention all employees of Kang Productions International. Please report to the main meeting room."
Following the announcement, chatter started to accumulate across the office as people speculated what the meeting could be about. However, thanks to Jimin's interaction with Jina from HR, Hoseok already knew. So he got up from his chair, buttoned his blazer, and followed the rest of the employees as they filed down the hallway.
Suddenly Hoseok felt a jolt to his rear. He turned around in shock, but it was replaced with annoyance when he saw Jimin following behind, a mischievous smirk gracing his lips as always.
"It's happening, bro!" Jimin cheered, keeping his voice level.
Hoseok just casually rolled his eyes and continued to walk.
•
The main meeting room resembled that of a college lecture hall, similar to the one Hoseok had spent many days in. Everyone was now seated and patiently waiting for the meeting to commence, hushed conversations happening all around. Suddenly the room went silent when the door opened, and in came Mr. Kang. He made his way up to the podium, his assistant at his side, cautiously watching him. He certainly looked ill.
"Hello everyone" the frail man spoke. "I regret to inform you all, but I will be retiring from my position as C.E.O. as of today due to reasons beyond my control."
Following his words, the room erupted in whispers. Hoseok witnessed as some employees shared nonchalant fist bumps and excited glances. Guess lots of people thought he was a shitbag too.
"However, let's not make this a time of sadness" the man went on. "I have spent many great years building this company with all of you, to one day pass it on to future generations. You all have contributed to the legacy of this company and for that I thank you.”
"Bullshit" Jimin cursed under his breath. Hoseok scoffed.
"With that being said" Mr. Kang continued, motioning to an unknown person. "I would like to introduce you to my niece who will be taking over my position, Choi Yuri."
The room went quiet at the sound of clicking heels. The source of the noise was revealed, as a young woman strode across the front of the room toward the podium. She was clad in a black form-fitting pantsuit. Long brown hair swayed behind her as she walked. Her presence oozed confidence and authority as she scanned the room of employees, silently observing them. She exchanged a soft hug with her uncle before taking her place on the podium.
"Hello everyone, my name is Choi Yuri and as you heard I will be taking my uncle's place as C.E.O...."
The sound of her smooth voice filled the room as she introduced herself. The men were seemingly smitten by her, while the women looked dissatisfied. She had only been here for mere seconds but managed to have such an influence on everyone. Everyone including Hoseok. It was unusual for Hoseok to ever take much notice of a woman, let alone anyone for that matter. He stuck to his goals, not letting trivial feelings get in the way. But this was different. She was different. And she definitely caught Hoseok's attention.
Beside him Jimin was giddy. Tapping Hoseok's arm and giggling all the while. He was probably coming up with a sleuth of inappropriate scenarios in his head while he drank in her image. But Hoseok was too focused on her to care. Mesmerized by her tempting cat-like eyes as they confidently traveled over the crowd. He watched her lips closely as she spoke, lost in a trance. However, he was forced to snap back to reality when he realized her eyes were now on him. He unconsciously straightened his posture, meeting her gaze as she continued to speak.
"Thank you for your time today and I look forward to working with all of you," Ms. Choi finished before turning around to face her uncle, exchanging another hug. As she walked back to her place, a hesitant applause broke out causing her to give a slight wave. As she scanned over the applauding crowd one last time, her eyes locked on Hoseok, who was still staring at her, his body stiff as he took her in. She flashed a smile before turning on her heel back out of the room, leaving him and the rest seemingly starstruck.
"Hey, did you hear that?" Jimin exclaimed, slapping Hoseok on the back, snapping him out of his trance. "You might have a shot after all, man."
"Wait what?" Hoseok questioned visible confusion painted on his face as people started to vacant their seats.
"Dude, were you even paying attention? Ms. Choi said she'll be looking for a new executive assistant" Jimin informed.
Hoseok only nodded in response as Jimin then went on a tangent about how hot the new boss was. He sat there trying to process everything that had transpired. Why was he so intrigued by this woman? Why did she make a point to make so much eye contact with him, almost as if she already knew him? With these thoughts running through his head, the news his friend told him hadn't even sunk in yet.
"Hoseok, you good?" Jimin asked, looking back at his friend, realizing he wasn't following behind him.
"Oh yeah coming" the older responded. He followed Jimin out the meeting room with a few other employees, heading back into the sea of cubicles.
•
A few days later,
"Mr. Jung?"
Hoseok's focus on the spreadsheet in front of him was interrupted when he heard a voice behind him. He turned around to see one of the secretaries, an obviously forced smile on her face.
"Hi Kim" he bowed his head, flashing a polite smile.
"Ms. Choi would like to see you in her office" she informed, before smiling again and turning back down the aisle.
To say Hoseok was shocked was an understatement. He wasn't quite sure how he was feeling. A mess of emotions stirred within him as he hesitantly walked out of his cubicle and down the carpeted aisle toward the elevators. He stepped inside and pressed the top level, swallowing hard as a lump formed in his throat.
Once the glossy doors opened he was greeted with the view of white marble floors and window-clad walls. A semi-circle desk graced the side of the room, the company's logo placed on the wall behind it. The secretary that sat there looked up and smiled at Hoseok once she noticed him.
"Ms. Choi is waiting. You can go straight inside" the friendly woman said, gesturing to the frosted glass doors which adorned the adjacent wall.
Hoseok smiled and nodded at the woman, making his way to the doors. He hesitated before opening them, swallowing again as he felt his nerves take over. Pushing his thoughts away, he mustered up the courage to open the door. He was instantly graced with a breathtaking view of the cityscape that could be seen from the impressive floor-to-ceiling windows that surrounded the office. Dark marble coated the floor, while white luxurious furniture sat on top of it. Then his eyes went to the focal point of the room. A large white desk sat in the middle of the office, perfectly placed in line with where he stood. His gaze then met hers, the woman that sat behind the desk. Ms. Choi.
Hoseok immediately felt small as he observed her stature. She was leaning back in her chair, her hand holding a pen up to her mouth, her lips curved into a smile.
"Orange hair, hm?" She chuckled, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand, her eyes scanning over the nervous man.
Hoseok stood there unsure of how to respond, opting to smile and mirror her laugh instead.
"Please" she spoke, gesturing to the seat in front of her desk. "Have a seat."
Hoseok felt her gaze on him as he complied, walking over and taking a seat. He settled into the chair and looked at her expectantly.
"I'm surprised my uncle let that hairstyle fly around here" she admitted. "But then again, he did have a soft spot for you, and that's actually why I wanted to see you."
"H-he did?" Hoseok stammered, shock and embarrassment taking over him.
"Yes actually, he had many good things to say about you. My uncle said you are one of the hardest-working employees at this company."
"He said that?"
Ms. Choi chuckled at the flustered man in front of her. It was obvious to her that she made him shy, melting him with her presence. She already knew exactly what her intentions were with him, and she wouldn't hold back. Of course, she would feel him out first though. His discretion, compliance, and boundaries. Her last assistant had been a lucky find, she thought. He was ideal and into it, the two of them working together seamlessly. However, when her uncle had fallen ill, it was his wish that she take his place. Given her prior knowledge and experience in management and business, she was the perfect choice for the job after all.
Her uncle's assistant was on the cusp of retirement, and due to the circumstances, Mr. Kang had given him the option of leaving sooner; which he took. With that came the need for a new assistant, and Yuri was left with no other option but to leave her other job behind and find a new business partner. She was not excited about the latter at first. But when she heard about Hoseok, the same qualities that were present in her last conquest aligned perfectly with his. Obedient, open-minded, and loyal were just a few of the qualities her uncle used to describe the man, and they were the qualities she was looking for. Maybe it was wrong of her to want this, she thought. To have such forward and blunt thoughts. It wasn't right to take advantage of her assistants. However, what if they wanted it too? What if this strikingly attractive orange-haired man wanted it? Yuri was determined to find out. She did not want to pass up such a perfect opportunity.
"You seem surprised," Ms. Choi stated, leaning back and crossing her arms.
"Well yes I am," Hoseok admitted. "I hadn't interacted with Mr. Kang that much in my time at this company. It's shocking he even took notice of me."
"Well, your work ethic and attitude spoke volumes to him. Plus who wouldn't notice that hair,” she chuckled, shifting in her chair to open the desk drawer, and pulling out a paper. "But hair color aside, that's why he wanted me to do this."
Hoseok watched intently as she placed the paper in front of him, bold letters and fine print painting the page. The purpose of this paper became clear to him soon after, a warmth spreading over his chest as pride filled him.
"Holy shit" Hoseok gasped barely above a whisper, forgetting he was in the presence of his employer. "Oh forgive me, Ms. Choi, I just wasn't expecting this."
"Please, you can just call me Yuri" she smiled, standing up from her seat and making her way around the desk. "I like to be on a first-name basis with my assistants. That is assuming you want the promotion?"
"Uh, y-yes of course" Hoseok stuttered, still in disbelief.
"Great" Yuri mused, holding her hand out to Hoseok, gesturing a handshake. He returned the gesture, newfound confidence taking over him.
"I look forward to working with you, Hoseok."
•
It had now been almost over three months since Hoseok was given the promotion. He was settled now and used to the new routine. His work felt more meaningful. Being able to be more hands-on and actually having a say in things, helped his confidence. With the increase in his salary, he was also able to start looking for a new apartment, one without a roommate. Hoseok was more than content in his life right now. He didn't see the world around him as just black and white anymore, instead, there were colors. There was a glimmer of hope knowing he could overcome his monotonous lifestyle. Each day when he came into work there was something new. It was refreshing and exciting. He especially looked forward to seeing his boss, Ms. Choi.
It had been a while since Hoseok had taken an interest in a woman. His main focus was working hard to get this promotion, thus he never had time to entertain the thought of one. But now here he was. Executive assistant, looking for his own apartment, owning more than two good suits, and a growing desire to live his life. So he didn't mind that he got distracted every now and again by his boss. However, he wasn't sure if he actually saw something in her or if he was just in dire need of physical intimacy. He hadn’t realized how neglected his needs were until recently. Yuri definitely stirred something within him, making him feel like a sexually frustrated teenager all over again. It wasn’t like he was socially awkward or anything, and he didn’t think he had trouble in the dating department. But when it came to Yuri, he seemingly had no game.
More often than not, due to their growing closeness from spending so much time together he’d find their conversations turn more personal. However, he was the one doing most of the sharing. He felt as though he still didn’t know anything about Yuri despite all he’s shared with her. And he wasn’t used to this. Usually, the women he’s seen in the past would end up spilling their stories and emotions to him before he could, but not her. She was mysterious, and he loved it. He loved it so much that it made him overlook why he despised her.
Yuri was very unlike any other woman he knew. She was dominating. A force to be reckoned with, never explaining herself or taking any disrespect. It was common for men to treat women very curtly in the office environment, and the women just put up with it. But not Yuri. And Hoseok understood that was why she was the C.E.O and they weren’t. Yuri knew how to play like a man, and she did it better than them. Better than Hoseok. And Yuri knew it. She knows that she has all the control, barking orders at Hoseok and critiquing him whenever given the opportunity. Call him sexist but he wasn’t used to a woman having authority over him. So it pissed him off that she could tell him what to do. But at the same time, it intrigued Hoseok even more. He’d never admit it, but deep down he liked being bossed around by Yuri. The thought of her controlling him, in and out of the office, had him hooked. And it’s a desire that’s new to him, one he’s not totally comfortable with. How pathetic is he to submit to a woman? But this is why he despises her because it makes him want her more. He wants to be the one to tame her, or maybe he wants to be tamed. Hoseok doesn’t know…but Yuri does.
She’s got him all figured.
In fact, Yuri knows Hoseok better than he knows himself. Just like her previous assistant, he was sexually frustrated too. Bound by the patriarchal belief that men had to dominate women, and if unsuccessful, they weren’t manly enough. However, her last assistant wasn’t as established as Hoseok was. He was only an intern fresh out of university, starstruck by Yuri’s confidence and willingness to do anything to bid her attention. He was a cute plaything. A boy infatuated with a woman he could never have. But Hoseok was a man, a man conditioned by a society that made men think that they had to uphold a certain power. It made Hoseok much more of a challenge, and a fun one at that. It was like a game to her. She knew exactly how to get people right where she wanted them, men, especially. Give them a hint of your attention, enough to introduce the idea of attraction, and then leave them hanging. It was a challenge they wanted, a competition they wanted to win. But Yuri never let them, and that only made them want more. And that’s what she was doing to Hoseok. Poor him. Yuri’s been playing a little too much with him lately that he looks like he might pop a fuse. She knew she had him right where she wanted him now.
Figuratively and literally.
Hoseok was working away, typing up a document on his computer at his desk, adjacent to Yuri’s, while she was idly sorting through the contacts of buyers they’d be supplying. It was silent despite the clicking and shuffling. There was an obvious tension in the air, as usual, as the two had an argument earlier. Hoseok had told Yuri in advance that he would be viewing an apartment tonight. But this morning she informed him that he would have to postpone and work late due to the influx of new buyers. To say he was pissed off was an understatement, but his argument wasn't convincing enough to his boss. So here he sat in her office working tirelessly when he could have been signing papers for a nice new apartment. The woman wins again.
Upon the thought of her, he averted his gaze from the screen in front of him, to Yuri. Despite his lingering anger for her, he couldn't help but drink in the sight of her brown hair which now looked amber from the sunset seeping through the windows. Her brow furrowed as she intently looked over the papers in front of her. He beats himself up for the way he feels looking at her. Maybe she’s not such a cold-hearted control freak, after all? Maybe she’s just misunderstood?
"You know, if you focused on your work, you'd be able to leave sooner" she stated, not looking up from her papers.
"Why would you think I'm not focused?" he questioned, looking away from her. His anger now resurfaced at her snarky comment.
"Because I can feel you staring at me" she deadpanned, putting her pen down to look at him.
Apparently, she also has a scary sixth sense. What doesn’t this woman possess?
And to think he was justifying her attitude just a moment ago because she happens to look angelic when she’s focused. How pathetic of him?
"Sorry for disturbing you, your highness," he said sarcastically under his breath, not looking at her as he resumed his typing.
Yuri was surprised at his response, to say the least, and so was Hoseok for that matter. Usually, he'd get tongue-tied at her wit. But it looked like Yuri was close to pushing him past his limit. Cracked his ego one too many times to make him feel threatened enough to finally speak up. Yuri was going to take advantage of this moment.
She got up from her chair, the sudden movement making Hoseok look over at her briefly. Keeping her eyes on him, she slowly walked around her desk and over to him. As she came closer she could sense his growing nerves. "Excuse me?"
Hoseok looked up at the woman who was now towering above him. One hand pressed against his desk, the other on the back of his chair. "W-what" he stammered, uncertainty in his voice.
"Why do you think you can talk to me like that?" She questioned, her tone flat as she looked down the bridge of her nose at him.
Hoseok was definitely at the end of his rope. After their argument today he was already pissed, and now this. He was tired of this, whatever this was. It made him mad that he desired this woman even though she belittled him, making him feel small and incapable like a child. No longer was he going to be a pushover, he had worked too hard. He was at his breaking point.
"Why do you think you can talk to me like that?" Hoseok spoke, standing up to meet her gaze.
Yuri was shocked. She knew she had definitely pushed him past his limit but this was unexpected. He was actually trying to intimidate her. Maybe he's not so obedient after all? That was okay though, she could handle a brat. She kept her composure in front of the man. Moving her hand up to his face, resting it at the side of his jaw, making him flinch slightly. "Because I'm the boss here, Hoseok."
The connection of their skin, and their tense emotions combined had them frozen for a moment. The accumulation of emotions now spilling over the brim. Hoseok's rush of adrenaline dared him to act on his desires, and Yuri's lust for him tempted her to make a move as their eyes danced over each other's lips. Hoseok quickly leaned in without hesitation, his lips crashing over Yuri's. It had happened so quickly that Yuri couldn't even process it, just the sensation of their mouths working together taking over her mind.
Hoseok clumsily pulled her down onto his lap as he fell back onto his seat, making Yuri straddle him as their angry lust-filled kisses continued. As Yuri started to collect her thoughts, she realized she'd let herself slip into this submissive state. She couldn't let that happen. So she pulled away from the man causing him to open his eyes, his gaze now hazy.
"This isn't going to work," she said, leaning back on his lap, pressing her clothed core to his semi-hard member, making his eyes flutter closed slightly. Yuri started to grind her hips against him, running her hand up his torso until it met his tie. She tugged it, making Hoseok's head jerk slightly. "I can't go making you think you're in control" she whispered close to his ear.
With that, Yuri got up from his lap and slowly walked around him, until she stood behind the seated man.
"Yuri don't do this" Hoseok sighed, his erection growing, crying for contact.
"Why not?" she cooed, her lips inches from his ear, hands slowly sliding over his torso from behind him. "Stop trying to hide the fact that you like this, Hoseok. I know deep down you like being submissive, but your pride won't allow it."
"How would you know?" he scoffed, trying desperately to hold himself back from palming at his member. It's been too long.
"Well for one, that painfully hard boner of yours kind of gives it away" she laughed lowly, brushing her lips against the sensitive skin on his neck. "And you're so easy to read. I see how flustered you get around me. You hate that you love the way I dominate you, and it shows. Let your ego go, Hoseok. I want this just as badly as you, sweetheart.”
There it was again. Sweetheart. Her go-to. It sounded like something his mother would call him, but it felt so much different coming from Yuri.
Nicknames aside, Hoseok didn’t want to admit it, but she was right. Deep down he liked it. He wanted to let her take control of him. Already feeling himself slip into a headspace he didn't know he had. Her hands were all over him now. Her soft lips brushed against his neck, driving him crazy. His pride could no longer hold him back as neediness took over. He let his head fall onto the back of the chair, exposing more of his neck to the woman. A sigh escaped his lips as his eyes fluttered closed, waiting with anticipation for Yuri to take over.
"Good boy" she purred, loosening his tie as she brushed her lips over his jawline. "I knew it wouldn't take much to get you like this. You're so boring it's probably been ages since someone touched you this way."
Her words rang true in Hoseok's mind, making him feel embarrassed. Was it really that easy to pick up on his lacking sex life? But the embarrassment somehow only caused him more arousal, now shifting uncomfortably in his chair as his member pressed against his dress pants.
"It must get boring jerking yourself off all the time, hm?" she said, trailing her fingers dangerously close to his boner. "All you have to relieve yourself is porn and your lousy hand. It's so pathetic."
Yuri lightly brushed her finger up Hoseok's clothed erection, making him moan softly. His member craving for more friction. The man started to unconsciously rut his hips upwards into her touch. However, Yuri wasn't going to let him get off that easily, he had to work harder than that. So she jerked her hand away from his bulge making him look back at her with desperate eyes.
"Did I say you could do that?" she asked, her voice level.
Hoseok swallowed heavily and shook his head, gaze not breaking from hers. His eyes looked up at hers desperately.
"Someone's needy" Yuri laughed, noticing his erection pushing against his pants. "I bet you're just dying to touch yourself, right?"
The man nodded, his lip caught in his teeth as he squirmed in his seat. Yuri let out a breathy laugh as she watched him, his composure gone. He was subdued to a dog chasing a bone now. "Do it then. Touch it. Show me how pathetic you really are."
Hoseok froze at her order, snapping out of his trance for a minute to process it. No one had ever watched him touch himself. Of course with the exception during sex when he’d have to pull out and finish himself off, but nothing ever like this. Just the thought of it turned him on though. Letting himself go in front of his boss. Showing her how he looked in his most intimate moment, how pathetic he was.
Without another thought, Hoseok complied, reaching for his belt. It clanked as he undid it, pulling the zipper down and revealing his boxers. A wet spot by the head of his erect member. He heard Yuri scoff behind him as she probably noticed it too. Hesitantly he lifted the waistband, pulling his boxers down, exposing his red swollen cock. Despite his eager urge to touch himself, he found himself waiting, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement from the woman behind him.
"What are you waiting for? For me to praise your dick?" she sneered. "I've seen better so don't hold your breath. Now go on and jerk yourself off for me, sweetie.”
Hoseok couldn't help the desperate sound that escaped his mouth at her words. The way her words made him feel so insignificant and useless was all too much for him right now. Before his mind could relay the thought into action, he was already wrapping his hand around his twitching dick. A groan spilled out of him as he slowly began to pump up and down the shaft. For a second he forgot where he was. Forgot that his boss was behind him, silently urging him on, eyes watching him intently. But instead, he felt like it was just another late night in front of his computer, getting off to whatever was trending on pornhub.
Lost in his trance, he threw his head back to let out a strangled moan as he increased his pace, already feeling his release coming embarrassingly quick. The sounds of his own actions would be what would send him over the edge. His whole body tensed as he reached the cusp of his orgasm, but suddenly the words, "Stop", spoke up in front of him. And as if automatically, he did.
Breathless, he opened his eyes. Yuri was now in front of him leaning against the desk, her gaze scanning over the man as if thinking of what to do with him next. Hoseok just sat there, frustrated as he felt what could have been a mind-blowing orgasm start to fade. A pout formed on his face unconsciously. Yuri just smirked and walked away back to her desk completely unfazed leaving him there bewildered.
"You think I'd let you come before you finished your work?" She questioned as she sat back down, returning to her papers.
"But I...I was about to."
"Finish?" Yuri completed his sentence.
"Y-yeah."
"Well you were about to finish your work too, but then you got distracted, didn't you?"
Hoseok was speechless. He just sat there dumbfounded. His dick was still out and twitching with excitement. All he could do was stare at the unbothered woman before him.
"Well, you'd better finish your work so you can take care of that." She laughed, gesturing to his obvious problem before returning her focus to her own work.
It took a bit for his brain to process her words, still clouded by the hazy pleasure. But he knew he couldn't debate her decision. It was an order after all. So he pulled himself together as much as he could and reluctantly stuffed his erection back into his pants so he could return to his work.
•
It was only twenty-five minutes later when Hoseok informed Yuri he was finished. His throbbing dick underneath his now messy dress pants fuelling him to complete his work in record time. Yuri had dismissed him, simply waving him off with the flick of her hand without much eye contact, making him feel like he wasn't much of use to her now that she had used him to fuel her own perverted desires. This just made his member ache all the more as he quickly exited her office, rushing through the halls of the now quiet office straight to the men's room. There's no way he could sustain through a half-hour subway ride without relieving himself first.
Once he reached the bathroom, he barged in and made his way to the first stall. Slamming the door shut behind him and tossing his briefcase to the ground. Completely unaware of his surroundings, he yanked the zipper of his pants down and pulled out his aching dick. Precum had slicked his cock now, making the first few strokes feel like ecstasy. The feeling made Hoseok stumble back onto the flimsy door of the stall as he puffed out a breath of relief. Using the support of the cold tile behind him he started to stroke at his throbbing length relentlessly, unaware of how his actions made the stall shake. Instead, all he could hear was the sounds of his own breathy moans.
It didn't take much before he felt his long-awaited release hit him. His mouth was agape and muscles contracting as the familiar euphoric feeling washed over him. White ropes of hot cum spilled from his swollen cock as his body trembled, limbs going weak.
It took a moment before his eyes opened again, being graced with the sight of the aftermath of his session. His cum had sprayed over the toilet seat and even to the handle, where it dripped off. However, it didn't bother him much since he was still coming down from his high, basking in the feeling. He was still leaning against the stall catching his breath until suddenly he heard a toilet flush. Realization quickly set in and then sheer embarrassment. He quickly grabbed a handful of toilet paper to clean up as much of his mess as he could, throwing it into the toilet and flushing before he stuffed his member back into his pants, fumbling with the zipper a bit. He grabbed his briefcase and exited the stall just as quickly as he entered it, in hopes he'd be able to wash his hands before meeting the person that had witnessed his whole act. But to his misfortune, the other man had exited the stall before he could rinse. A look of disgust painted across his face as their eyes met in the mirror.
“Long day,” Hoseok nervously chuckled, trying to relieve the awkwardness. “Gotta do something with all that frustration, you know?” The man’s expression was unchanged.
Hoseok internally screamed as he turned on his heel and quickly exited the bathroom, shame overcoming him. He hadn't even fixed his tie since Yuri had tugged it lose. God only knows what that man thought of him.
As he stormed down the halls contemplating his life decisions he hadn't even realized he stumbled into Yuri on her way out. He froze as she looked over him and let out a laugh of disbelief.
"Ah poor you" she scoffed. "Couldn't wait to get home, huh?"
Not expecting a response she shook her head and walked on past him down the hallway, leaving behind the scent of her decadent perfume. Hoseok couldn't even think anymore, the humiliation clouding his mind. He just wanted to get the fuck out of there. And that he did. Not even acknowledging the front desk secretary when she wished him a nice evening on his way out.
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Hoseok stood amongst the many other businessmen on the subway, pushed into a corner spot by a window. He managed to pull himself somewhat together after the fiasco that happened at the office today. However, as he fixed his appearance in his reflection in the window, he couldn't decide whether he liked what happened today or not. Judging by the returning hard-on that came when he thought of the whole scene with Yuri and the incident in the bathroom, it was debatable he rather enjoyed it.
Today, thanks to his boss, he was able to discover more about himself. The fact that he may be a sub is a discovery he never thought he would make. But maybe it’s what he’s been missing in his life this whole time. It’s possible that he was a closeted sub ashamed of himself for wanting something so untraditional, and that Yuri was the spark that he needed. Because now he didn’t feel ashamed. He felt liberated.
He glanced around at the lifeless-looking men that surrounded him in the stuffy subway car and he couldn't help the smug grin that produced on his lips. How many of these guys can say that their boss edged them after-hours in her office today? Probably none. Why? Because they didn’t own their desires as Hoseok did. Okay, now he’s definitely getting ahead of himself. This wave of self-acceptance only just hit him today, so he shouldn’t be so cocky already. But he’s happy it did because Hoseok is so excited for tomorrow.
He’s ready to be Yuri’s bitch.