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It’s quiet except the shuffling of papers being slotted into files. Everyone else has long since clocked off but for Hyunjin, the newest addition to the team, she’s stuck with the duty of rearranging old documents in the storeroom. It’s not a hard task, just a boring one.
Hyunjin is just about done when the sound of the door opening startles her.
“Still here Ms Hwang?”
“Sir,” Hyunjin straightens when she turns and comes face to face with their CEO, Kim Seungmin. “My apologies for staying so late. I’m just organising some documents. I’ll be finished soon.”
“No need to apologise. I actually have something I need to talk to you about.”
Hyunjin looks at him with a puzzled expression. What could her boss possibly need from her? They’ve barely even talked normally. Hyunjin is not high enough up the company ladder for Seungmin to be paying any mind.
“It’s about your attire, Ms Hwang. I suspect there might be some elements that go against our policy.” Seungmin continues, stepping in. Was it her imagination or did Hyunjin hear the door lock? And why was Seungmin nitpicking about attire of all things? Doesn’t he have bigger issues to be concerned about?
“Sir, I believe I’ve followed the dress code properly.” Hyunjin replies. She's in a prim white button up and black pencil skirt, an exact copy paste of her senior manager specifically because she did not want to slip up. Her senior manager hadn’t said anything, what could be the problem? Seungmin looks her up and down and his expression does not change.
“Well, then you should have no problem with me checking right?”
“C-checking?” Hyunjin stutters in confusion.
“As your company superior I have full authority to conduct attire checks.” Seungmin continues sternly, approaching her until she’s backed into the wall. Hyunjin looks up at him with darting eyes, sensing something is amiss. What was going on?
Wordlessly, Seungmin unbuttons the first button of her shirt and Hyunjin’s heart rate spikes.
“Sir, what are you doing?!” Hyunjin’s near shrieks as she bats away Seungmin’s hands and clutches her collar close. Seungmin furrows his brows like he’s been met with a mild inconvenience and then, with more force than Hyunjin is expecting, grabs her hands and forces it down to her side.
“Ms Hwang.” Seungmin begins coldly as Hyunjin’s heart beats in her throat. “It would do you good to comply and let me do my duties properly. I do enjoy seeing you around in office.”
A chill runs down Hyunjin’s spine. The message is clear—comply or be fired. Seungmin is the CEO, there is literally no one Hyunjin can report him to. Fear pools in her stomach as she realises she’s trapped in every sense of the word. Slowly, she nods and tries to ignore the rapid embarrassment creeping to every inch of her body as Seungmin unbuttons the rest of her shirt.
“As I suspected. Office attire is business formal, Ms Hwang. I hardly see how red lace fits that criteria.” Seungmin chides as he gestures to her lace bra. Hyunjin nods stiffly.
“My mistake, sir.” Just bear with it, he’ll leave soon.
Seungmin seems to nod in acceptance and backs away enough for Hyunjin to let out a minute sigh of relief. At least, until the next words that leave his mouth.
“Do you have anything else you’re hiding, Ms Hwang?”
Hyunjin freezes. Then averts her eyes.
“No…”
Seungmin raises an eyebrow but remains silent, stare boring into her soul as he watches her fidget. Let her go please. Hyunjin pleads in her mind. Her pulse thumps in her ears as he scans her up and down. Finally, he reaches out a hand and Hyunjin tries to shrink away but between Kim Seungmin and the wall there’s nothing much she can do but bite her lip in dread.
Kim Seungmin’s finger hooks in and tugs aside the flimsy cup of her bra.
“Ms Hwang.” Seungmin clicks his tongue disapprovingly while Hyunjin sinks in burning humiliation, the silver of her nipple piercing glinting gleefully in the low light. “I believe flashy jewelry is against company dress code as well.”
Hyunjin trembles in place, fists clenched at her side. This is humiliating. But Seungmin is her boss, there’s nothing she can do if she wants to keep this job. So she stands stock still, obedient and compliant even when Seungmin’s knobby fingers snake their way under her bra straps to hook them off her shoulders so that he can tug down her bra. Even when that leaves her chest exposed and all she can do is tuck her head down in shame so she doesn’t have to see Seungmin staring at her tits. He doesn’t even bother properly taking it off, bastard.
“I see you’ve been twice as defiant.” Seungmin comments, his eyes flitting between her two pierced nipples. Hyunjin flinches with yelp when he flicks one. “It’s clear in our handbook that attention seeking accessories are not to be worn during professional hours and these,” Seungmin flicks the other, harsher this time. Hyunjin bites back a cry. “Are nothing but attention seeking.”
“My apologies, Sir.” Hyunjin whispers, averting her gaze. Seungmin, the fucking psycho, continues to leisurely thumb her nipples and Hyunjin wishes she had strength to push back into the wall until it crumbles and caved in around her. His fingers catch against the silver barbel each time and send shocks through her system. She’s sensitive there, dammit!
Hyunjin thinks she can finally catch a break when Seungmin steps back but then her face blanches when Seungmin instead pulls out his phone.
“…what are you doing?”
“Employee misconduct has to be properly documented.” Seungmin states calmly as he swipes open the camera.
Hyunjin’s arms fly up from her side to cross over her exposed chest. Wrong move, it makes it easier for Seungmin to grab both her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. Hyunjin struggles in vain in his hold.
“Ms Hwang, please do not make this any more troublesome for the both of us. This is all standard protocol.” Seungmin continues in that unerringly stoic tone of his, his grip pressing painfully into her wrists. A fresh wave of embarrassment washes over her when she realises the position makes her chest stick out more. Finally, she can only hang her head in defeat. The last bits of fight dissipate out of her at the methodic clicks of the camera with her piercings gleaming under the flash. Vicious heat curls through her, of what kind she’s not sure.
“I understand it can feel shameful to be called out on improper behaviour but it is simply what must be done.” Seungmin pockets his phone and releases his hold on Hyunjin’s wrists. “However, I’m open to settling this matter between us and not escalating things further.”
“Yes please, sir. How do we do that?” Hyunjin pleads, clutching her disheveled clothes to herself. The less people who know about this mortifying experience the better. Still with an unreadable expression, Seungmin closes back in on her before grabbing her waist and spinning her around. Hyunjin’s palms automatically catch herself against the wall.
“It’s simple really,” Hyunjin feels Seungmin’s hands tugging her hips back and encouraging her to push them out. Hyunjin’s eyes widen as she realises what's about to happen. “I personally dole out a punishment and then we consider this matter behind us.”
Hyunjin takes a shaky breath and nods, small and pathetic. Her skirt is a decent length, down to mid thigh, but when she’s bent over like this with Seungmin making her to arch her back and stick out her ass it can’t help but ride up. She wonders if Seungmin can see her panties peeking out, she hopes not.
“Fifteen.” Seungmin declares. “Five for your clothing, ten for your piercings.”
Hyunjin nods again meekly and squeezes her eyes shut, shame and heat bubbling beneath her skin.
The first hit comes with muffled smack and Hyunjin jolts. There’s a pause.
“Count.”
Hyunjin quickly bleats out a one and then Seungmin resumes again. It doesn’t hurt horribly but the humiliation of it stings. The way she can feel how her body bounces after each hit makes her toes curl. And for all his stoicism, Seungmin is evidently enjoying this, smoothing his hand over her ass after each hit and feeling her up. Hyunjin presses her thighs together in hopes it clamps down the damning problem happening between them.
“Five.” Hyunjin obediently recites. There’s a pause before Seungmin’s hand goes in between her thighs to push them apart.
“Stand like this, you’ll fall.”
It’s only a second, but Hyunjin feels the imprint of his hand curling around her inner thigh all too viscerally. Standing with her legs apart like this, she’s all too aware of her throbbing pussy. Needy, lewd. She feels coolness when air hits the dampening fabric, takes a deep breath to collect herself back together. Yet, seconds pass and Seungmin still does not resume.
“I think we need to adjust your position a bit more, Ms Hwang.” Seungmin’s voice utters behind her, low and dangerous. Hyunjin’s eyes fly open when she feels Seungmin pulling up her skirt.
“Wait—” The panicked protest escapes her throat but Seungmin does not listen, does not stop the quick rhythmic tugging that brings her hemline up, up, up.
“There.” A fresh wave of heat rushes through her. If Hyunjin had any doubts Seungmin could see her panties before, there were none now, not with her skirt hiked up over her perky ass. If air against her skin didn’t let her know that, Seungmin’s hand groping the curve where her thigh meets cheek sure does. And if that weren’t enough, today she wore—
“I must say, Ms Hwang.” Seungmin comments as he runs his finger under red lace up along the curve. Just the tip of it, just enough to let Hyunjin know he’s there. “I’m surprised your choice of underwear could be flashier than your brassiere.” Seungmin snaps the elastic of her skimpy thong against her skin. “I do appreciate the coordination though.”
Hyunjin whimpers.
Hyunjin feels the heat from his palms as he rests them on her. With how little the thong is, Seungmin’s hands cover more than her underwear. Hyunjin has a nice butt, she knows she does, but Seungmin is not supposed to know, much less be fondling it. He kneads her flesh gently as if testing something and Hyunjin feels the lace shift against her skin.
“We’ll continue like this.” Seungmin decides and doesn’t even give Hyunjin time to reorient before he lands a spank on her bare skin. Hyunjin yelps and almost forgets to count. Now without her skirt protecting her, the sting of it is much more apparent. It hits sharp like lightning, followed by the crack of skin against skin echoing in the enclosed room. Pain crackles and blooms on the surface of her skin and she’s sure her skin is turning red. The rush of it pulses through her with each hit, exacerbating the problem between her legs. The degradation, the pain, the arousal. Her breaths are starting to sound airy, too much like moans. When Seungmin lets out an amused snort, that's when Hyunjin realises she’s been pushing back for more.
They get to twelve when Seungmin stops again. He smooths his palm up her burning ass with a kind of satisfied hum, resting his hands on her hips. “While I do still think they’re flashy, I will admit it makes quite the pretty picture, Ms Hwang.”
Secretly, Hyunjin likes the compliment more than she’d like to admit.
Hyunjin had just begun to let her guard down, let herself get lost in the repetition so she doesn’t notice Seungmin’s hand wandering elsewhere until his hand sneaks between her legs and makes itself known.
Without warning, Seungmin’s fingers drag along the seam of her pussy and Hyunjin’s entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. “You’re burning down here too.” Seungmin comments. His fingers feel along her lips, up and down, searching for the bump of her clit. Instinctively, she tenses around him, thighs trying to press together to keep him out but Seungmin’s other hand holds her firmly apart. In the end, she can only pulse helplessly against him as her body responds to his ministrations. Surely he can feel every twitch and spasm he’s causing and it’s humiliating. Hyunjin can’t run, he definitely knows. “You hiding anything here, Ms Hwang?”
Hyunjin shakes her head rapidly and it elicits a soft chuckle from Seungmin. He begins massaging the pads of his fingers into her cunt, her thin panties the only thing stopping him from pressing right in. The blunt undefined pressure feels terribly good and Hyunjin can’t help but moan, head lolling forward in pleasure.
“Doesn’t seem like it. Though perhaps,” Seungmin finds the small nub he’s looking for and gives it a gentle pinch. Hyunjin cries out and writhes in his hold. Not there, she can’t—she won’t be able to—! Her legs feel like giving out. “There’s another kind of sensitive little jewel down here.”
“Don’t collapse on me now, you still have three more spanks.” Seungmin tuts as he loops his other arm around Hyunjin’s waist to support some of her weight. “Should I give them to you here instead? But judging from how wet you are, you might actually enjoy that.” She can hear the smirk in his voice as she shivers in his hold. The first crack in his demeanour. He lands a light slap against her pussy, making sure to hit her clit, and Hyunjin jumps. Tears spring to her eyes.
“Ah but seriously, what even is the purpose of this?” Seungmin questions again as he picks at her soaked panties. Doesn’t take them off, only unsticks them from her slicked skin but for a heart stopping second her cunt is bare. “Barely covers anything.” The tip of his finger slips under it, rests just outside against her labia, threatening to push in. Hyunjin’s breath quickens. It would be so easy, he could do it if he wanted to and Hyunjin couldn’t stop him. Fear and arousal tremble through her veins. She feels like a trapped prey. “Wouldn’t it be easier to take them off?”
Hyunjin’s eyes widen and vigorously shakes her head again. She looks back at Seungmin with pleading eyes.
“No…” Please gets lost in her throat somewhere. Seungmin raises an eyebrow at her. Hyunjin can’t hold his gaze and turns back to the wall, eyes dropping to the floor. She sees the front of her unbuttoned blouse still gaping wide, breasts still hanging out in open with her skin flushed rose. Her legs, the tip of Seungmin’s dress shoes between them. From her angle, the front of her skirt actually blocks the view of her panties. She doesn’t even get to see how little of her it’s covering.
“No? But it is easy, Ms Hwang.” Seungmin’s voice floats over. She feels his fingers hook into either side of the thin strings, watches powerlessly as his hands methodically shimmies her thong down her legs until the darkened red lace appears in her view, smearing her own wetness against her legs as a condemning reminder of her twisted desire. That deep down, her body has betrayed her and she’s enjoying this. Seungmin leaves them at her knees and leaves her bare cunt quivering to the air.
“There. Easy.”
Kim Seungmin is a mean boss. Mean for cornering her in the office storeroom when everyone else has gone home, mean for subjecting her to his wildly inappropriate clothing checks, and most of all, so so mean for taking her panties off but not touching her there at all while he mercilessly spanks her ass.
Hyunjin stands with her shaking legs apart, trying to relish the last few stinging hits but far too distracted by her poor neglected pussy that twitches and pulses but can only clench desperately around air.
“F-fifteen.” Hyunjin lets out a shaky exhale that sounds more like a moan. Seungmin pats her stinging skin as if to tell her good job. Leaning against the wall with closed eyes, her whole body moves with each breath she takes to steady herself. Hyunjin feels like a live wire, supercharged with endorphins and burning red hot.
Seungmin pulls her back so she has to bend over more, presses her down until her glistening cunt peeks out between her legs. Hyunjin swears she hears him cuss under his breath.
“Such a needy thing, Ms Hwang.”
The next thing she knows, she hears the sound of an unfastening belt and the crinkle of plastic. Her eyes fly open again. No way, it can’t be…
Hyunjin whips her head back and sees Seungmin rolling a condom onto his cock.
“Sir? I thought—aren’t we done?” Hyunjin asks frantically.
“Ms Hwang, I’m doing this for you.” Comes Seungmin’s smooth reply. He steps forward and Hyunjin feels his cock slot between her cheeks. Hot and heavy. Visceral. “I can’t, in good conscience, leave you like this.”
“I—!”
“Shh, just enjoy it.” Seungmin hushes, lining himself up and pushing in without waiting. “I know you want it.”
Any sort of reply Hyunjin was trying to put together gets overwhelmed by the moan that leaves her throat, hands scrambling for purchase against the wall. He’s slow, but steadily unrelenting, pushing deep into her until she feels him in her stomach.
“There. Good girl.” Seungmin praises once his balls press into her ass. Her pussy traitorously clenches down on him hungrily and she feels him pulse in her. “Wanted it so bad, huh.” Hyunjin pauses, then nods weakly in defeat.
Seungmin fucks her much like he does with everything else, precisely and methodically. Each thrust pushes her against the wall and rocks her body with enough force to make her tits jiggle, hitting her deep and in just the right spot that makes her see stars. Now and then, his fingers rub against her clit which makes Hyunjin seize in pleasure and almost scream. It’s so wrong but so deliciously good. At one point, Seungmin has to clamp a hand around her mouth because she hadn’t realised how loud she was getting.
“Easy, Ms Hwang. You never know who might still be lurking around the office.” Seungmin chides, pressed up against her and near her ear. Hyunjin nods messily and bites back her sounds. Some petered out whines still escape her but she can’t help it. Seungmin seems to deem she’s quiet enough because his hand leaves her mouth to grope one of her breasts, fingers teasing her nipple.
“I think I’ll allow you to keep these in, Ms Hwang, I’ve grown quite fond of them. It can be our little secret.” Seungmin says as he rolls her pierced nipple between his fingers. His voice is steady, but there’s a panting edge to it. “But come to my office so I can conduct some regular inspections. Protocol for new approvals.”
“Yes, sir.” Hyunjin squeaks out as Seungmin pinches down on the bud. He reaches over to flick the other side too, just to be fair.
Hyunjin cums like that, trapped between Seungmin driving his cock into her and his hands tugging at her sensitive nipples. Seungmin follows soon after with a low groan, head resting against her shoulder and hand bracing the wall for support. For several seconds, they breathe together like that.
And then all too soon, all too clinical, Seungmin pulls out of her, shucks off the condom and tucks himself back into his pants. Then, he pulls Hyunjin’s panties back up and her skirt back down. As if nothing had transpired.
“See you in office tomorrow morning, Ms Hwang.” Seungmin declares swiftly, smoothing out the creases in his shirt and then exiting the storeroom with a clean click, leaving Hyunjin to collapse boneless on the floor alone.
Her legs are weak. Her pussy feels gaping under her underwear. Her nipples feel puffy and sore. There’s still tingling aftershocks thrumming through her body. She just got fucked by her boss and liked it.
With a shaky breaths and shakier legs, Hyunjin haphazardly tidies herself, then gets up and leaves too.
-
Even after Hyunjin has exited the bathroom in her comfy sleep shirt, adrenaline still pumps through her veins—exciting, unbridled, and in need of release. She essentially bounds towards the bedroom and all but bursts in.
Kim Seungmin freezes mid action of pulling on his sweatpants with the expression of a startled puppy.
“Don’t even bother!” Hyunjin all but tackles him onto the bed as Seungmin lets out a surprised yelp. Well, Hyunjin had always prided herself in her strength.
“Hyunjin, what the—” Hyunjin does not give him time to finish the sentence before smashing her lips right against his.
“Baby, baby.” Hyunjin gushes in between smothering Seungmin with kisses. She’s all over him like an overgrown overly affectionate cat. “That was so hot.” She emphasises, giddy with bliss.
Seungmin lets out a chuckle and tries to return a couple kisses.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!” Hyunjin all but explodes with enthusiasm as she finally collapses on top of him and latches on to him. “Like, I loved it so much. You were so hot, fuck, baby. It was so, so good.” Memories of their whole scene replays through her mind like some lust induced daydream. Hyunjin is going to be thinking of this for days.
“Really? I was actually wondering if I was too much.” Seungmin confesses sheepishly as he runs a hand through her hair.
“Are you kidding me? You were perfect!” Hyunjin exclaims as she shoots back up. Perfect doesn’t even begin to describe it. For all his fretting, Seungmin had fallen into his role terrifyingly well. “You were so sexy, I was losing my mind the whole time.”
“That’s good to hear. I didn’t expect you to wash up so quickly. I was just about to go tidy up the study then come check on you.” The study, aka Seungmin’s tiny home office, their makeshift storeroom for their little scene because as much as Seungmin adores her, he draws a hard line against having any of their scenes outside of their homes. Hyunjin wonders if he’ll be able to focus there now that they’ve desecrated it.
“I was excited to see you.” Hyunjin grins, sitting perched quite intentionally on his crotch. Vibrating out of her skin and with one singular goal in mind, she arches her back in a way that she knows makes her look irresistible, the outline of her piercings is obvious through her thin shirt. “Cleaning up can wait, can’t it? I need you now.” She grinds her cunt against him and lets out a sinful sound that makes Seungmin choke on air. She looks down at him with lust heavy eyes, like she's already halfway there. “Got me so turned on, need some more. Please Minnie?”
Hyunjin hears him cuss under his breath again and purrs in satisfaction.
“You’re insane…” Seungmin marvels with a kind of awed laugh that means yes. “I’m warning you, I don’t know how many rounds I can keep it up.”
“You’ll be fine. When have you ever denied me anything?” Hyunjin simpers with a triumphant grin, she lifts up the hem of her shirt and Seungmin’s eyes immediately drop down to her bare pussy. She hadn’t bothered wearing anything underneath, why would she?
“I’ll use my tongue if my dick doesn’t last.” Seungmin promises with the conviction of a real gentleman.
“Yes.” Hyunjin leans forward to kiss him, her own hand sneaking down to yank down Seungmin’s underwear. She feels him jolt in surprise beneath her.
Hyunjin pulls back up and looks down at her dearest boyfriend with a coy smile. Now it’s her turn to have her way with him.