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Mira sighs. Massaging her temple with long, thin fingers; as she leans on her desk and her screen flickers mockingly in lines of unbroken code.
The clock ticks over to midnight, and she groans. Adjusting her glasses before cracking her neck and straightening her spine, resuming her typing as she races through the end of her project.
Unpaid overtime is the norm in South Korea.
She knew that coming to work at Sunlight Enterprises would suck up all her free time, but she didn’t realise quite how drastic the jump would be from her last gig.
The boss stays freakishly late - often until ten or eleven every night of the week - which means that Mira and her team are also expected to stay. Sometimes just pushing around paper tiredly on their desks, quietly begging for the woman to just call it quits and let them all go home.
Tonight is different. Their boss is ‘the youngest CEO in a generation,’ and according to the papers trying to create both an impressive profit margin and better working conditions for her staff.
Mira snorted when she read that one. It reeks of naivety. Which in fairness, although well dressed (and exceptionally beautiful,) their boss does look… young. Bright eyed with smooth skin and long, purple hair she can’t be more than twenty five or twenty six at most. Always perfectly dressed in a hand-cut suit, standing tall in room after room of old, ugly, men who can’t believe their good (or bad,) luck to be reporting to someone this heart-stoppingly gorgeous.
They don’t speak. Why would they? Mira is just some mid-level employee who works with computers, whereas her boss is in charge of a fortune five hundred company.
Unlike some CEOs, Mira does have to give her credit where credit is due: she works hard. Always moving between one meeting or another, she keeps her public appearances brief and steers away from bothering her employees just to re-enforce the point that she’s in charge.
Turning to her trustee Kuromi charms, Mira narrows her eyes. ‘Okay team. Let’s do this.’ Her fingers fly across the keyboard, only stopping for her to chug a nearby energy drink before continuing. The clock reads 12:56 by the time she’s done. Faster than expected. Thank god - she won’t have to sleep in the office tonight.
Grateful she had the foresight to acquire an apartment within walking distance, she stands to stretch before shouldering a burgundy blazer and scooping her bag off the floor. God, she’s so happy it’s the weekend in a few days. She does her best, but the dark circles that have lived under her eyes since starting here are no joke.
Quietly, she pads down the hallway towards the elevator. The office eerily quiet as she moves through the darkened building - feeling like an intruder in her own workplace. Nearing a junction to head to the elevator, she notices a light. Huh. Someone else must have had things to do. She glances down the next hallway, and then does a double take. Lit softly in a golden glow is the CEO’s office. The reception lights half lit but the space itself empty.
That’s… definitely odd. Because she saw her leave. She always comes through to wish people a good night - subtly confirming that they were allowed to go home for the evening, and they can stop waiting for her to finish. In fact… Mira tracks back in her mind… today the boss finished at seven.
Which begs the question - who is ferreting around in her office?
She sighs. This really isn’t any of her business. She should just head to the elevator and go home and let the mystery lie. Live to work another day. But at the same time… if someone has broken into her office to steal company secrets then they’re all in the shit.
She just started a few months ago, and it was hard enough to secure a job this good given her… precarious… employment history. She isn’t going to just throw that all away.
Tiptoeing softly into the reception, she slides her phone out of her pocket and flips it onto record. The little chime of the device makes her flinch - but there’s nothing she can do about that. All the phones here have had the silencer disabled on their cameras - too many creepers.
Steeling herself, she grabs the handle and nudges the door open. Stepping in as the door swings open to find…. Her boss. Who looks up with a tiny cry as she drops the pen that she must have had in her mouth while she works at a large, expensive looking desk.
Mira pales, dropping into a deep bow as she buries her phone deep into her pocket. “Sajangnim! I am so, so sorry. I thought you left and someone was in your office, I…”
She’s interrupted by a laugh. And not just any laugh - a warm, delighted giggle as the girl at the desk waves a hand for her to rise while the other is clapped over her mouth in mirth.
“No, no, please. Don’t bow. I must have scared you, I’m so sorry. It’s fine, really.”
Mira blinks up at her in confusion. Her boss stands, and she fights the urge to drop into another bow. Examining the younger girl as she steps out from behind her desk, a blush threatens to rise up from under her collar despite herself. She’s pretty. Really pretty.
Tall and slim, she’s built like a dancer with pale, soft looking skin, and round, doe-like eyes. She smiles up at her prettily as she drops into a small bow, watching her cheekily from under perfectly shaped brows.
“Mira, right? I’m Rumi, it’s nice to officially meet you. Jeong-nim says good things about your work ethic, I’m impressed.”
Mira watches her carefully, swallowing down her anxiety as she stands tall in the illusion of relaxation.
“Huh. I’ll have to pass on my thanks.” (Like hell. Her direct supervisor was a creepy motherfucker if she ever saw one.)
Rumi tips her head with a small smile. “You must be pretty passionate if you’ve stayed this late to wrap something up.”
Mira snorts before she can stop herself. “Yeah, pretty passionate about paying my bills.”
(Shit.)
Rumi’s eyes widen momentarily, before with a shake of her head the surprise is gone. Walking over to a large panel in the wall, she slides it to the side to reveal a small kitchenette.
Looking back over her shoulder, she smiles.
“If you’re not going anywhere in a hurry… stay for a drink? Let’s chat.”
Internally, Mira curses this adorable rich girl. Obviously she wants to go home - look at the time. But when your boss asks you for a drink here in Korea…
She gives a tiny bow of her head. “Of course. Sajangnim.”
Rumi laughs, shaking her head. “Just Rumi, please. I’m having a whisky on the rocks, what can I make you?”
Mira tips her head. “The same is fine, thanks… Rumi.”
She swears she sees the younger girl blush. Shaking that thought out of her head, she pads over to perch in one of two leather arm chairs turned towards an impressive floor-to-ceiling window. The city of Seoul spread about below with millions of lights flickering against the deep colbalt of after midnight.
Rumi hands her a drink with two hands and a smile, Mira taking it gratefully, quietly, with both hands. Flopping into the chair opposite, Rumi takes a deep sip of her own drink with a sigh. “Oh my god. That makes everything so much better. I was honestly hoping a jeongsaja would appear at my door at this hour, but this might be even better.”
She punctuates with a wink. Great, now Mira’s definitely blushing. She quickly hides by taking a sip of her drink, now decidedly nervous.
Examining the young woman sat opposite, she feels… surprised. Dressed simply in a soft grey suit and white shirt - no tie - Rumi looks almost like a model more than a CEO.
Her look screams youthful vitality - from the host of gold studs adorning her ears to the pristine Air Force ones cladding her feet. Noticing her stare, Rumi just smiles, leaning forward as she swirls her drink in one hand.
“So… Mira. What do you do outside of work?”
She blinks. (What?)
Rumi continues to smile. “For fun. You can’t work all the time.”
Mira has to laugh at that. “Look… Rumi… you’re probably nice enough, but I…” she grimaces. “You can’t expect me to be honest with you, right? You know that’s not how things work here.”
Rumi blinks. Her smile vanishing, replaced with quiet disappointment.
She sits back. “Huh. Okay.” And then tips her head. “You know, I’ve seen you before.”
Mira places her drink on a coaster. Folding her arms. “I mean… yeah. You’re my boss, they literally made me shake your hand when I started.”
Rumi shakes her head, softly. “Ani. Not here. I saw you in Why Not, about six months ago. Which is why I was extremely surprised when I found myself being introduced to one Mira Hong as my new employee.”
Mira swallows. (Oh.)
Well, this isn’t going the way she expected.
Rumi tips her head, picking her drink back up for a small sip as she gauges Mira’s reaction. Putting her glass gently on the table, she rests her head in one hand as she shoots her a smile.
“Tell you what. Imagine I’m not your boss and you’re not my employee, and we’re just out in the world. Maybe I’d plucked up the courage to talk to you that night. And maybe you were… interested.”
Mira flushes a bright, deeply unsubtle shake of pink as she lunges for her glass. Downing it in one before slamming the vessel back on the table as she pushes her glasses up her nose. It’s official - tonight has gone from unexpected to deeply weird.
Rumi watches her carefully. “Only if that’s something you want. I’d hate to overstep. You can absolutely, always say no.”
Mira groans. Head in her hands as she takes it in. This is a stupid idea. Maybe her dumbest yet. If there’s one thing she knows to be true in life, it’s that you don’t trust rich people.
Peeking up from between her fingers, she sighs. “I… yeah? Okay..?”
Rumi smiles, and then quickly shrugs off her blazer. Revealing muscled, tattooed forearms under crisp sleeves rolled up to just above the elbow.
Mira swallows. She’s definitely put her foot in it this time. With a smirk, Rumi undoes her two top buttons and then saunters across the room to sit happily in Mira’s lap. Circling her arms around her neck as she looks up at her with a wink.
“Hey cutie. So… what do you do for fun? When you’re not working?”
Mira’s cheeks dust a delicate, pastel pink. Tongue tied, she swallows. Usually she’s so much smoother than this. But also usually… she’s not being hit on by her boss.
Undeterred, Rumi ghosts the back of her hand along Mira’s jaw. “Wow… you’re really tall, aren’t you?”
To that, at least, Mira manages to mumble out a reply. “Six foot.”
Rumi trails her gaze across her body, suddenly looking hungry. “You still haven’t answered my question.”
Mira sighs. Time to rip off the bandaid. And maybe send this whole nightmare into the dumpster heap of failed experiences, exactly where it belongs.
“Look… Rumi… if I have free time I sleep. Surely you’ve noticed that I’m exhausted.”
She draws a circle around her eye with a finger. Rumi following her every word with something akin to discomfort fluttering across her face.
“Every day I have to stay late because my boss doesn’t know when to quit. Even if I have nothing to do. Like, sure, whatever, you do what you want. But social contract says we don’t go home until you do. And I don’t even get paid for it. So yeah, I’m tired, and I’m cranky.” She sighs, frustrated. “I’m sorry. If it’s not sleeping I’m probably cleaning my house. Or, on a really good month I might actually buy groceries instead of takeout. Take your pick.”
Rumi’s eyes narrow. Adjusting Mira’s collar, she shoots her a look. “What do you mean they don’t pay you overtime?”
Mira blinks. Confused. “Uh. No one gets paid overtime. That’s just how it works. You’re the boss, surely you know…”
Rumi shakes her head. A distinct frown cutting across her face. “No, as soon as I started I informed all heads of department that there was no more unpaid overtime to be taken at this company. Are you telling me that that… bastard… has been double dipping?”
Mira swallows. Oh. Hell.
She shakes her head. “I… I don’t know. I just do as I’m told.”
Rumi trails a searching hand down her cheekbone. Concern written in her every move. “So, tonight…?”
Mira sighs. “My supervisor needed this project finished for him to present tomorrow. It had to be done, I was the only person who could do it. Ergo, overtime.”
Rumi scowls. Before she softens, extracting herself from Mira’s embrace. The missing warmth instantly noticeable. “God, Mira, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot, and I definitely didn’t mean to keep you from your bed. Mianhae.”
She bows, deeeply.
“I’m sorry you’ve been taken advantage of under my care. Let me send an email to get you a paid day off tomorrow, and then I’ll sort this mess out. We need talented employees like you to stay, not to be burned out by bad practice.”
Mira is… stunned. To say the least. Watching as Rumi holds her bow, she swears she sees the faintest pink crop up above her ears. She waves a hand. “Aniyo, it’s… you didn’t know. That’s fine.”
Rumi shakes her head. “It’s definitely not fine. And then… god, I really forced for you to sit though me hitting on you, didn’t I? I am so, so sorry. Please believe I would never take advantage of you like that.”
Also standing, Mira shoots her a small smile. “Hey, I get it. This is a surprise for both of us. Although…” she takes a step into Rumi’s space, running a hand beneath her chin and tugging her up to meet her gaze. Their noses brush; less than an inch between their lips. “What if I stayed? Especially if my generous boss has written me off sick for tomorrow.”
Rumi’s eyes blow wide with want. For a moment, they simply watch each other. And then Rumi ducks out of the near kiss, leaning up on tiptoes to ghost her breath across Mira’s ear. “I think I’d really like that… baby.”
And then she steps back. ‘Hang on, before we get… distracted… let me send that email.’ Darting over to her desk, she shakes her computer awake before her fingers fly across the keyboard. Mira watches, hands tucked anxiously under her arms. Nervous. But also… excited.
With a pleased nod and a double click, Rumi steps away from her desk. Gesturing palm down, she walks towards another hidden panel in the corner of the room. “Come. This part of the office is more comfortable.”
The door slides open with a hush, and they step into a small, well-kept living room. A wall of books and awards stands imposingly behind a comfortable looking leather couch, with two walls being entirely glass at this corner of the building. Mira swallows, taking it in with a sense of awe.
Rumi slides the door shut, before perching on the couch and patting the seat beside her. “Come, sit.”
Mira laughs, shaking her head in disbelief as she sits opposite the woman who signs her payslips. The whole thing feeling distinctly surreal.
Trailing a gentle hand up her thigh, Rumi offers a cheeky smile. “So… if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?”
Mira shrugs. “Twenty seven since May. If you don’t mind my asking back… how old might you be?”
Rumi’s winks. “Oooh, I love this game! Guess!”
Mira rolls her eyes. “You’re definitely too old for that particular game. C’mon, Rums. Work with me.”
Her boss turns a bright, pleased pink. A stroke of heat racing to Mira’s core at the sight of it.
Rumi sighs. “Twenty six. Since October.”
Mira hums, thoughtful. So they’re closer in age than she thought. Interesting.
Rumi looks at her intently. “And you’re… bi…?”
Mira shakes her head with a snort. “No way. Girls only. And you?”
Rumi winks. “Definitely bisexual, with a strong preference for the fairer sex. Especially when they look like you. I mean, god, Mira.”
She gestures down her body, and Mira feels something wet begin to pool between her legs as Rumi smiles. “Look at you. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen a more gorgeous woman. Although…”
Leaning forward, she swipes Mira’s glasses off her nose. Placing them gently on a glass table that lies nearby.
With a smirk, Rumi leans in to cup her face. Mira’s breath hitching as she draws near. Rumi offers a breathy laugh as she dips in, skimming their noses together before she pulls just very slightly away. “God. I know we’re supposed to do the taking thing, but right now all I want to do is kiss you.”
Mira swallows. Nods. “Please.”
Rumi takes her mouth. Her lips impossibly soft, impossibly perfectly shaped to mold seamlessly against Mira’s own. The taller girl moans, a sound that gets louder as Rumi grazes a hand up her cheek before threading her fingers through her hair for a strong pull.
Her boss gently skims her tongue against her mouth, requesting entry, a request Mira happily complies with as their tongues skate together and they moan on contact.
Before she knows it Rumi is in her lap, straddling her soundly, as they brush together and Rumi takes her mouth with hot, greedy kisses.
Skimming her hands under Mira’s blazer she deftly guides the item off her shoulders where it pools on the sofa behind them - clearing the way for Rumi to tear open her shirt with a single, swift tug. Buttons flying everywhere - Mira gasping as Rumi lies a teasing palm flat on the skin just above her collarbone.
Running a gentle trace above the soft, dark material of Mira’s bra, Rumi smirks into her mouth as Mira gasps. “I’m not sorry about the shirt. I’ll buy you a new one. I’ll buy you fifty.”
With practiced ease Rumi removes her bra with one hand, gliding up her torso to palm Mira’s breast as she moans into the contact.
Deftly reaching around to unclasp Mira’s bra with a single hand, Rumi continues to knead her soft breast as she kisses a hot, heavy trail up the column of Mira’s neck.
Rolling their hips together, Rumi gasps as Mira presses up to meet them; both women tight with longing as they grind together and Rumi continues to press her mouth hungrily into the soft of Mira’s skin.
Skirting lower, Rumi lowers Mira’s zipper as she takes a nipple into her mouth for a greedy suck, swirling her tongue around the stiff peak while Mira bucks and cries out beneath her.
Everything is fucking starlight. Sure, Mira isn’t exactly a nun… but the things that Rumi is currently doing with her mouth are so deeply sinful she isn’t sure she’ll survive the night if it gets any better than this.
With gentle hands and the insistent chase of her mouth, Rumi continues to devour her; leaving a bright purple mark just beneath her collarbone with a toothy grin that reveals wicked sharp canines glinting at the corners of her mouth.
Skimming her teeth across Mira’s shoulder, she nips sharply at her sensitive skin and draws a tight curse from the taller girl.
Pulling back, she splays a hand on the wine-coloured cording of Mira’s chinos and grazes her fingers across the elastic of her thong.
Mira shudders as Rumi continues to tease her, looking deep into her eyes with an almost predatory need.
“Mira?” Rumi smiles, suddenly soft. “Watch me, baby.”
She slides her hand beneath the final barrier between them, both women moaning with want as she spreads Mira’s folds with a wet shlick that echoes in the enclosed space.
Eyes fluttering closed, Mira desperately grabs Rumi’s shoulder as she skims her knuckles though Mira’s slick before beginning to circle her clit with featherlight, delicate touches that make Mira shiver with anticipation.
“R-rumi, p-please. Fuck. Please, I…”
Adding the barest increase in pressure, Rumi smiles wickedly in the dim, golden light. “You want something, beautiful?”
Mira glares at the beautiful girl pinning her to the sofa. A brief moment of incredulity which is very quickly derailed by the insistent brush of Rumi’s thumb against her clit, finger skimming her dripping entrance.
She hisses with need. “You know what I want, Rumi, just…” Rumi ups her tempo, and Mira gasps. “…fuck. Give it to me. Please.”
Smiling delightedly, Rumi leans in, her lips ghosting across the shell of Mira’s ear as she whispers.
“Okay, unnie.”
Rumi presses inside, two fingers curling easily into the waiting wetness as Mira cries out and bucks her hips into the gentle pressure.
Ever so gently, Rumi skates her softly closer to release. Taking her time as she returns her attention to the smooth skin of Mira’s neck, fucking her so softly Mira thinks she might scream.
Taking Mira’s mouth in a slow, steady kiss, Rumi withdraws. Licking her fingers clean with a sultry smirk, punctuated with a wink.
Mira opens her mouth to complain, but Rumi simply silences her with a finger to her lips. “Baby. I need you to lie down, and take those off for me.” Rumi’s eyes sparkle with delight. “I need more room to do my best work… because I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”
Growing bolder, Mira reaches out to run a hand down Rumi’s chest, snagging the buttons of her crisp, linen shirt. “You first. It seems a little unfair that I’m the only one who’s undressed.”
Rumi quirks a smile, clearly enchanted by the confidence of Mira’s request. She shakes her head. “Not yet. But soon. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
With a growl, Mira yanks Rumi in by the collar of her shirt for a searing, needy kiss. She pushes back with a huff. “You’d better.”
Rumi simply smiles, tapping Mira’s hip in a silent ask so she can slide off her pants. Casting the offending items absently on the floor, Rumi guides Mira down to lie on the sofa, kissing a hot, heavy trail down her torso before ducking in without warning to lick greedily at her cunt.
Mira swears, pressing into the movement as she bucks her hips; whining when Rumi withdraws with a smug expression.
Tracing her hands down Mira’s thighs, Rumi lights up as Mira responds to the press of skin on skin with a visible shiver. “That’s my good girl. Let me make this about you, jagi.”
Giving her fingers a long, slow suck for improvised lubricant, Rumi easily slides two fingers back into Mira’s entrance as she moans. Two that quickly become three, as she increases her pace and Mira rides her desperately, pressing into Rumi’s palm with every heavy thrust.
Eyes fluttering closed, she pulls frantically at her own hair and lets Rumi take her. Gasping as Rumi fucks her easily, adoringly; listening to her body so intently as she takes her apart with every soft curl of her hand.
Something sharp begins to pool at Mira’s core. Lightning skimming her fingertips as Rumi presses her into the sofa cushions and fucks her stupid; all bittersweet androgyny in that goddamn business shirt that shows off her unfairly muscled forearms.
Rumi catches her eye, slowing slightly as she tips her head and offers a shy smile. “Mir? Will you touch yourself for me, pretty girl?” Brushing in to swipe a lazy, soft kiss, Rumi brushes their noses together. “I want you to come undone for me.”
Mira nods, breath hitching as she releases her grip on the edge of the sofa to slide down her torso and skate the soft curls between her thighs. Breaking away, she lifts her hand and holds it to Rumi’s lips in a question.
A question Rumi readily answers, taking her fingers in her mouth to eagerly suck them until they’re dripping, tugged free from her mouth with a strand of saliva snapping between them.
Gently grazing her clit, Mira moans, eyes fluttering closed as heat licks between her legs and everything begins to fade into static.
With a delighted huff, Rumi resumes her thrusts, dragging her fingers almost all the way out of Mira’s cunt before pressing heavily back in; each weighted movement threatening to drag her screaming into an earth-shattering climax.
Mira’s legs give out first. Shaking uncontrollably as her fingers slide clumsily through her own slick and Rumi strokes her into rhapsody, almost numb as pleasure skitters up her spine to cloud her vision and drag everything into an almost tangible fog of desire.
She bucks her hips, gasping. “R-Rumi. Please. Please. Baby, I’m so close. Please don’t stop.”
Rumi’s eyes light up, something devious curling at the corner of her mouth as she smiles. “Don’t… stop? What, you mean like this?”
She slides her hand out of Mira’s cunt, snatching Mira’s hand away from her clit with a firm grip on her wrist.
Mira’s eyes widen in shock. And then, despite herself, she laughs. Fucking floored.
“Rumi! I… you… fuck!” Mira shakes her head in exasperation. “You’re just a little shit aren’t you?”
Rumi smirks, hair falling messily out of her braid as her chest heaves with exertion and her eyes crinkle mischievously. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”
Mira groans, eyes fluttering shut as she falls back on the sofa in frustration. “Rumi. My god. You’re kind of a brat, aren’t you?”
“Hey!”
Rumi drops her wrist, sitting back and folding her arms in a huff. “You take that back. I am nothing but charm itself and you’ll never prove otherwise.”
Mira laughs. Quirking a smirk of her own as she watches Rumi struggle to maintain some semblance of composure. Pushing up on her elbows, she raises an eyebrow in a challenge. “So, princess, you gonna finish what you started? Or am I headed out to spend some quality time at home, without you?”
Tension sparks between them. The challenge sitting between them, weighed and dangerous as they dare the other to make the first move.
Rumi breaks first. With a growl, she forces Mira back into the sofa cushions, kissing her hungrily, biting her lip before she pulls away with narrowed eyes that spark in warning as she pushes up to hover above Mira on one, strong arm as she glides her hand back down her toned stomach forcefully.
With a lazy smile, Mira traces her own back down to meet her, skating through her wetness with a shaky exhale as she waits for Rumi to make the next move.
Rumi traces her slit, and then stops short, staring at Mira intently. “I’m not a brat. Say it, and I’ll fuck you.”
Mira traces her fingers delicately up Rumi’s wrist, and offers her an adoring smile. “Rumi. Princess. You’re definitely a brat. But… you’re also a sweetheart. And I’d really like you to fuck me.”
Something in Rumi visibly catches, and then softens. Blushing in the low light, she breaks into a tiny, delighted smile, which Mira reruns. Filing away that particular reaction for later.
“Okay.”
She presses back inside, watching Mira almost tensely as she buries three fingers to the knuckle and begins to curl them solidly against Mira’s G-spot.
Mira melts into her touch, throwing her head back as she resumes her circles and her nervous system sparks with wanting.
She gasps. “R-Rumi, p-please. I’m so close… baby…” her eyes flutter closed. “Fuck me harder.”
Rumi readily meets her request, thrusting into her with rapid, weighty thrusts that begin to blur what’s left of Mira’s vision.
Breathless with exertion, she easily slides in a fourth finger. “That’s my pretty girl. Come for me, baby.”
Mira isn’t sure if it’s the extra pressure or the praise, but suddenly her vision is gone and she’s yelling incoherently as sparks light her up the the fucking sun and she tumbles into wave after relentless wave of system shocking ecstasy.
Finally, she shudders to a still, breathing heavily as Rumi withdraws with a slick pop.
Pressing her hands to her head, she barks out a hysterical shout of laughter. “Oh my god. Rumi. I… fuck… you just…”
Blinking down at her, cheeks a pretty, pleased pink, Rumi offers her a shy smile as she traces the back of her hand lovingly up Mira’s thigh.
“Uh huh. I think I should be the one saying that. Just… Mira. Wow. That was… even better than I imagined.”
Mira stills, feeling her cheeks heat as Rumi watches her intently. “You… you’ve thought about this? About… me?”
Looking away, Rumi removes her hand, running it nervously through her hair. “Uh… okay, maybe that makes me a creepy boss, but… some meetings are just so boring, you know? It helps to have a distraction while I’m pretending to pay attention. Plus.” She looks up. “I’ve had a crush on you for… a while now. So, uh… yeah…”
Mira can’t help herself. She laughs, peeling herself upright to look at Rumi directly. ‘Chief nim… are you telling me that you’ve been lusting after one of your lowly employees? That’s terrible, someone should report it.”
Rumi just smiles, sly, like she’s got a secret. “Maybe.” She leans in. Her mouth ghosting against Mira’s own, tantalisingly close. “But then I wouldn’t get to eat you out on my desk now, would I?”
They crash together, Rumi dragging Mira from the sofa clumsily, Mira tearing through her buttons as Rumi’s shirt gets discarded somewhere on the floor while they tangle their way back into the next room.
Rumi launches Mira onto the desk, documents and notebooks flying as she sweeps them carelessly onto the floor. Mira yanks Rumi closer, wrapping her legs around her and drawing her in for an inelegant, sloppy kiss.
Rumi smiles into the contact, before skating her tongue against Mira’s to deepen the kiss, moaning blissfully when Mira slides back against her.
She grazes her hands down the sides of Mira’s ribcage, moving to splay against her thighs and press her firmly into the hard surface below. Pulling back, she brushes their noses together with a breathy, devious smile. “God, you’re so fucking pretty.”
Rumi slides two fingers back inside Mira’s dripping entrance, Mira moaning as she bucks into Rumi’s hand and luxuriates in the feeling of being filled.
Smirking, Rumi threads a hand through Mira’s hair and yanks her to the side, firmly kissing the side of her neck before biting down, hard.
“Rumi… fuck!”
Mira gasps, feeling Rumi smile against her skin before tugging again with her sharp little teeth as she fucks her.
“Rumi… fuck… no marks, o-okay? I, ah…” Rumi skates her tongue across Mira’s collarbone in an obvious tease. “I still… shit… have work on Friday…”
With a tiny huff, Rumi pull back, rolling her eyes. “Fine. I guess I’ll just have to do this instead.”
She drops to her knees and yanks Mira to the edge of her desk, spreading her thighs and nipping wickedly at the sensitive skin just shy of where Mira needs her most.
“Mira?” Rumi looks up at her, pleadingly. “Pull my hair for me?”
She presses in, lapping eagerly at Mira’s dripping cunt with swift, sure stokes that skirt her clit and make Mira’s legs shake.
“F-fuck… ah… Rumi…”
Somewhere in the haze of arousal Mira remembers to pull Rumi’s hair, shakily threading her fingers through and pulling, hard.
Rumi releases a moan of her own, tugging Mira’s hips closer as she finally - finally - begins to tease her clit with featherlight flicks of her tongue.
Mira swears, pressing Rumi to her as her eyes fall closed and she desperately tries to stay upright as Rumi guides her skillfully towards release. Delicately dragging out each new sound from her companion with obvious pleasure, swirling her tongue with such finesse that Mira knows it won’t be long until she sees stars.
Rumi delivers a heavy swipe with the flat of her tongue, and Mira’s whole body shudders. Tugging hard on the soft, lilac strands between her fingers, she begs Rumi closer; shaking, pleading.
This time there’s no stopping. Rumi licking her greedily; driving Mira relentlessly towards release with every sweet flick of her tongue.
“God… Rumi… please… I’m so close.”
Bearing down, Rumi hungrily yanks Mira over the edge. Yelling, shaking, begging as she tugs on Rumi’s soft hair and everything she’s ever known is drowned out by the sweet sound of static.
Rumi withdraws reluctantly, softly kissing Mira’s cunt before pulling away, eyes bright and chin shining with Mira’s slick. She watches Mira cheekily for a moment longer, then wipes her face and rises to coax her into a gentle, leisurely kiss that steals all the air from Mira’s lungs.
Laughing, Mira pulls back, breathless, cupping Rumi’s face in both her hands as the younger girl skates her hands easily down Mira’s naked body to rest on her waist.
“Rumi… fucking hell. You eat pussy like the world’s about to end… or something. That was… just…”
Mira sighs happily, shaking her head, words lost to the quiet rhapsody of getting railed boneless at two in the morning.
Rumi grins, patently pleased, pressing in for another kiss in which she takes her time. Kissing Mira stupid; the taste of herself mingling with the sharp shadow of whisky lingering on her lover’s tongue.
Tracing her hands down Rumi’s delightfully broad shoulders, Mira cheekily snaps her bra strap, pulling away with a cocky wink and a tip of her head.
“So… princess. You’ve had your wicked way with me not just once, but twice.” Mira smirks. “And clearly lived out some cute little fantasy that’s been playing over in your head for quite some time. So…” she pauses, every word weighted with intention. “…do I get my turn, gorgeous girl?”
Cheeks flushing aggressively pink, Rumi reaches up to slide Mira’s hands down to cup her chest with a shy, uncharacteristically demure smile. “P-please. I’d… I just… yeah. Please.”
Mira brushes their noses together, pausing as Rumi watches her anxiously, eyes blown wide with wanting.
“My turn, princess.”
Mira crashes their mouths together, eagerly palming Rumi’s chest through the lace of her bra while Rumi whines and shudders with clear, aching need.
She makes quick work of her bra, casting it to the floor before sliding off the desk, still pulling determinedly at Rumi’s lower lip as she guides her back into the second room and presses her down into the sofa.
Straddling the younger girl, Mira tugs her hair free from what remains of her braid; crimped, lilac waves clouding Rumi’s face for mere moments before Mira threads her fingers through her hair to pull her head firmly to the side.
Kissing up the side of Rumi’s neck, the younger girl grows steadily louder as Mira lays firm presses of her mouth to the nape of her neck; skating her teeth against the soft skin while Rumi whines.
Mira pauses, smirking. “You’re a noisy girl, aren’t you… baby. Good thing there’s no one else in the building.”
Rumi moans when Mira dips her head to take the peak of her breast into her mouth for a firm, heady suck. Delicately circling Rumi’s nipple, Mira grinds down into her lap, Rumi pressing against her desperately; crying out with wanting.
Mira slowly wanders, exploring her lover’s soft, firm skin as she traces Rumi’s bicep with delight, kissing the side of Rumi’s neck again as she runs her hands all down her body.
Rumi bucks, impatiently trying to find some kind of friction while Mira holds her down and takes her apart with her tongue, stitch by stitch.
By time she’s sliding a practiced hand beneath the waistband of Rumi’s chinos, her boss is trembling with desire.
Shuddering, she tries in vain to press against Mira’s hand, the older girl locking her firmly in place with an even press from her hips.
“M-Mira…” eyes wide, Rumi looks wrecked. “Please, god, I need you to… hah… fuck me.”
Mira slows. Dipping two fingers just below the elastic of Rumi’s underwear, she slides them readily between her slick folds, both women gasping as Rumi’s arousal echoes between them.
Mira smirks, skating her fingers through Rumi’s slick, firmly pressing against her just shy of where she needs it most.
Breathily, Rumi begins to grind into her hand; desperately trying to push against her while Mira stokes her slow and steady with no intention of giving her what she wants quite this easily.
Eyes flashing, Mira offers her a lazy smile.
“So… princess. Anything you want to say to me?”
She skates her knuckles against Rumi’s clit, making the younger girl roll against her, Mira teasing for mere moments before darting back away.
Rumi huffs in frustration. “Fuck. You.”
Mira smirks. “Not yet… baby. First you need some better manners.”
Something sparks between them. Rumi tries for a snarl. “I’m your boss, and I’m ordering you to fuck me, Mira-ssi.”
Tipping her head, Mira leans in, ghosting her lips against Rumi’s ear with a smug smile. “Wrong answer, baby.”
She withdraws, slowly licking her fingers clean, Rumi practically trembling as she watches her and whines.
“Miraaaaaaa! You’re so… mean!”
With a low, sensual chuckle, Mira skates two fingers beneath Rumi’s chin, tilting her head up and forcing her to meet her gaze.
“Maybe. But I also know that you want this… and that you do know how to ask for things. If you really try.” She leans in, smiling with teeth. “Show me how much you want me, princess.”
Blinking wetly, Rumi swallows.
“Unnie. Please. I need… I need you inside.”
Eyes flashing dangerously, Mira leans in. Ghosting a delicate kiss to Rumi’s mouth before pulling away.
“Better. That’s my good girl.”
Drawing away, Mira looks Rumi up and down in contemplation. “Actually… you’re right about needing more room to work. How are you for injuries?”
She pulls back, gently tugging Rumi’s pants and underwear off to pool somewhere on the floor, splaying her hands delicately across the soft skin of Rumi’s toned thighs.
Puzzled, Rumi raises an eyebrow. “…fine? I guess? Why?”
Smirking, Mira stands, grabbing a nearby throw blanket and spreading it on the floor. She tugs Rumi upright, before immediately pulling her to the ground.
Laughing delightedly, Rumi falls back into the soft, silver mink blanket, her arms splayed above her head as she watches Mira set herself between her legs.
Eyes sparkling, she giggles as Mira runs a hungry hand down her torso, resting just short of the lilac tangle of curls between her thighs.
“I guess… I haven’t done this in a while. Okay then… unnie.” With a breathy exhale, Rumi blinks up at her prettily. “Will you fuck me… please?”
Using one arm to steady herself from above, Mira glides her hand back into the wet heat between Rumi’s thighs, ducking in for a slow, sensual kiss that has them both shuddering with need.
“That’s my good girl. Keep watching me… princess.”
Rumi’s pupils blow wide as Mira slowly pushes inside. Curling two fingers into her hot, wet cunt as Rumi moans and bucks her hip to meet her.
“Fuck… Mira… please…”
Keeping a careful eye on the girl pinned to the blanket below, Mira begins to thrust. Steadily adding weight as she glides against the beautiful woman who watches her intently, soaring with arousal with each press into her dripping center.
With a cheeky smile, Mira adds a third finger. Rumi swallows hungrily, whimpering as she easily takes the extra girth and continues to meet Mira with her hips, stroke for stroke.
“God, you’re being so good for me… princess. Taking me so well. In fact…” Mira delivers a heavy, rapid pull with her fingers. “I think you could even take one more for me.”
Rumi’s eyes widen hungrily; she nods rapidly as she gasps out her reply. “Unnie, p-please… I need more… more… fuck!”
Mira adds a fourth digit, now moving faster, Rumi’s walls spasming about her as she pulls her in, sliding closer to climax with ever heavy thrust from the woman fucking her on the floor.
Legs shaking, Rumi’s eyes flutter shut, her moans growing louder still, little breathy ah ah ah’s that echo off the walls and pool heat between Mira’s own thighs.
Blinking heavily, she looks up at Mira in something you could almost describe as desperation. “Mir… please… more. Please, I need more of you.”
Mira chokes out a delighted laugh, shaking her head in wonder as she brings to fuck Rumi heavily into the ground, adding the strong heft of her shoulder into every thrust.
“Fuck… baby. You didn’t tell me that you’re a size queen. My dirty girl.”
Rumi whimpers, grabbing onto Mira’s free arm as she pleads. “Please. Please please please I’m so close, I want all of you inside of me.”
Mira slows slightly. Rumi watching her intently, eyes shining with unshed tears in sheer pleasure.
“Baby… not on the first night. For starters, we’d need some lube. But… if you touch yourself for me, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk. Deal?”
With a tiny, hungry smile, Rumi releases her wrist, grazing a hand down her stomach until it dips into the waiting wetness to slide against Mira’s to steal some of her slick.
With a reluctant huff, she slowly begins to circle her clit. “I… fuck… yeah. Please.” Rumi looks up at her intently. “Finish me.”
Mira watches greedily as she resumes her thrusts. Fucking Rumi hard, slamming into her slow and sweet as she revels in the obvious shake of her leg as she arches her back and moans.
Quickening her pace, Mira smirks as Rumi clenches around her fingers and almost sobs as she’s fucked across the line. Slopping skating her fingers against her clit she gasps, shaking uncontrollably as she wrenches her eyes shut and tumbles into ecstasy.
“Mir… please… I’m going to… Mira, fuck, please, Mira!”
Rumi comes like the world is ending; Mira almost having to hold her down as she bucks and rides her fingers all the way to her photo finish.
With a shudder, she falls back, spent; chest heaving as she vacantly stares up at the ceiling in bliss. Mira watches her softly, the light from the lamp in the far corner catching the edge of Rumi’s visage and bathing her in a soft, golden sheen.
Fucked ragged and sprawled across the soft blanket, there’s something unquestionably beautiful about the lilac haired woman lying shattered beneath her. With the cutting silver ink of her tattoos catching the light as it spiderwebs up her arms like lightning, there’s something almost ethereal about Rumi’s whole being this close to three am.
She glances up, cheeks dusted a gentle pink as she lets out a nervous giggle.
“What?”
Mira smiles, shaking her head fondly as she wipes her hand on her thigh before from tumbling down into the blanket to take Rumi in her arms.
“Nothing. I was just thinking how beautiful you look tonight, is all.”
Ears burning, Rumi sticks her tongue out before hiding in Mira’s chest, snuggling bashfully into the safety of her strong hold.
“Miraaaa! You can’t just… say things that!”
With a warm chuckle, Mira pulls her close. Slotting their thighs together, she sighs into the soft sensation of skin on skin as she threads a hand gently through Rumi’s soft, long hair.
“Can too. Besides, it’s just the truth. Nothing wrong with that.”
Rumi groans, peeking up shyly to catch Mira’s gaze. “So… hi.” She giggles, embarrassed. “I, uh. Wow. I can’t believe that just happened.”
Mira rolls her eyes, laying a delicate kiss on Rumi’s head. “You’d better believe it, princess. What can I say? Apparently this job comes with some pretty good perks.”
Rumi laughs at that, eyes crinkled in mirth. “Uh huh. You can say that again. I was honestly pretty done with today, but now I’m just feeling lucky.”
Mira smirks, raising an eyebrow. “What, getting laid at work?”
Shaking her head, Rumi blushes a little deeper. “Ani. Being here with you.”
They lie on the soft blanket, breathing heavily and hopelessly tangled, watching each other with shy, sparkling eyes.
Rumi dips in, skimming the back of her hand across Mira’s cheek. “Come home with me? I want to wake up next to you, in the morning.”
Something in Mira’s heart still, before her heart catches, tripping over itself as it begins to race at about a million miles an hour.
She cups Rumi’s hand, releasing a shaky exhale. “You… you’re sure? It would be easier, if we cut and run. Left this as a nice memory of sorts.”
Not breaking her gaze, Rumi shakes her head. “I know. And I know that we’re functionally strangers. But if you wanted… once we’ve recovered a little, at a more human hour… I could make you a coffee? Buy you breakfast?”
Despite the fact she knows that this is probably a hideously stupid idea, Mira softens. Rumi watching her so earnestly, pressed against her so hopefully that she can’t help but want to see where this goes.
Feeling a blush of her own rise across her cheeks, she nods. “Okay?”
Rumi grins, goofy and unhinged and more than a little bit delighted. “Okay! I’ll, uh, grab us some…” Rumi raises her head, sheepishly observing the mild destruction spread across both rooms. “…clean… clothes, and call my driver?”
Mira flinches, and Rumi offers her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, he’s discreet. I promise no one is going to know, you’re safe with me.”
They tumble down to the basement, dressed in fresh, identical track suits from Rumi’s work wardrobe, hands tightly threaded together as they shoot each other shy, excited glances in the elevator.
As they drive across the city, lights flashing by outside the window, Mira’s heart does something funny in her chest whenever she looks down at the beautiful girl curled sleepily into her side. Maybe things have happened exactly the way they’re supposed to. And maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something more…
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The end