I cup her chin and pin her against the wall for our bodies to crash into each other. I kiss her deeply, not letting her pull apart from me.

As she kisses me back, I move my hand down, take the files she's holding, and throw them on the table. I grab her by the waist, whirl around with her in my arms, and gently place her on the table.

Feeling my veins throb and my heart race, the sudden intensity of the moment surprises me. I gently cup her face as she grips my dress shirt. My lips hungrily taking hers, she parts them, and I slide my tongue inside her mouth, exploring her body for the first time.

As I hear her enjoying the moment more than expected, I kiss her deeply and suck on her tongue. I arouse her with my mouth and hands, caressing her thighs. Our bodies expressing our desires and lust, in the heat of the moment, I lift her skirt up. We can't stop anymore; none of us want to.

At the touch of my hand on her inner thigh, her back arches, my thumb trailing over it and heading up towards her underwear. I kiss her a little deeply and embrace her bottom lips before opening my eyes to stare at her losing herself under my control.

My heavy breathing escaping my lungs quickly, I smile at the sight of her closed eyes and parted lips. I feel a surge of pleasure as I slide my fingers under her skirt and grip her hips. I guide her down to the ground, pressing her against the edge of the table, feeling her trembling body cling to mine.

Whispering shakily, I ask, "Does it feel good?"

Both breathless, I grip her sides tightly as we maintain close contact.

Not hearing any response from her but only pleasure, I undo the zipper in the back of her skirt to pull it down and drop it on the floor, undressing her with my hot hands.

My face close to hers, I move forward and brush her cheek with mine, my lips reaching her ear. "Do you still want to ignore me?"

"S-Shut up..." she stutters in a breathy voice, sounding weak and lost. I smile and turn her around, bend her over the table, and follow her movement with my taller body. I give a teasing thrust to force my erection against her butt, biting my lips as I watch her get off. "Say that again."

Her shaky hands flatten on the wooden surface, her back arching as if she just wanted me inside of her. I know what's on her mind, so I know that she cannot dislike this. "Is your 'I dreamed about him doing me on his table roughly' still a desire you want me to fulfill, Miss Han?"

"Yes..." her head remains bent forth, my eyes still able to see her teeth biting on her bottom lip. "And how do you want me to do you on this table, hm? You like doggy style, don't you?" I speak in her ear, my cock hardening against her butt the more I'm thinking about what I could do to her. "I want you..."

I smirk at her words, those ones sounding so good to me. Knowing what she wants and what I wouldn't refuse, I drift my hand to her back and caress it while moving to her waist. I watch her reaction the more I slide my fingers down her stomach, and I don't stop until I reach her underwear. I curl them in the right spot and rub her clit.

She arches her back instantly, letting out a weak moan as a wave of pleasure washes over her. "Shh," I try to quiet her down, but at the same time, go faster. "Keep it low if you don't want me to go even harder, y/n."

She struggles to keep her voice in as I push my middle finger against her wet panties to spread her lips. I keep my balance with the help of one hand and put my face against the side of hers, close my eyes, and revel in the moment. Her ass rubbing against my erection, my veins throbbing everywhere, I never stop jerking my fingers on her swollen clit as her wetness is now close to dripping down my skin.

"You can't even imagine how bad I want to be inside you..." I rasp in her ear and bring my hand up to slide it in her soaked underwear. Our hot skins now in tight contact, I shove two fingers between her lips but nearly moan.

"You're dripping wet," I cause some sounds by flicking my fingers, loving how that feels and sounds. "Keep going, please," she begs, and I go further.

I slide my fingers up to her clit, trace some circles for a moment, listening to her breathy voice as she tries to keep it in. When I feel her thrust against my hand, I push my middle finger inside of her. I go back and forth, feeling her drip down my skin.

"Do you want me to reward you?" I hold my moan back, turned on and excited just from the rubbing on my cock and her soft voice letting the pleasure out. I just want to fill her up. "Y—Yeah..."

I smile and open my eyes to gaze at her, her lips parted, her whole face expressing the orgasm I'm growing into her. "Then take your panties off for me," I whisper in her ear before getting my hand out of her damp fabrics. I step back to let her undress herself and get closer to the door behind us, the blinds already keeping us in an intimate and private room. I watch her drop her panties on the ground and move forth while unbuckling my belt, my eyes not glancing away.

I smirk at her wonderful body and open my pants. I slightly pull them down and close the space between us, my hands holding her hips. I lift her up and put her back on the table.

I cup her thick thighs to spread her legs and look down between them. I lick my lips, craving every inch of her, and I position her perfectly for the tip of my cock to be pressed against her wet core. I glance up at her, slightly tilt her chin up, and kiss her lips. "Do you want me to fuck you hard?" I whisper in her mouth. "Yes, please..."

I am not willing to hold back. I lean forward and grab my cock to push the swollen tip inside her. I smile at her and cup her chin, and I guide her in a kiss as I thrust deeply.

A low moan escapes me when I feel her walls squeeze me in, and I stare into her eyes. Uncontrollably, I smile and make eye contact, knowing she is feeling pleasure too. I pull her closer, unable to contain my desire any longer. I grab her thighs and go harder, lost in the moment.

"You feel so good," I hold her hips still and keep going at the same pace, wanting to make her feel as good as I do. As I become rough, her breathing becomes more ragged and her moans grow louder. She arches her back and whispers, "Don't stop."

I lean in and kiss her neck, feeling her body shiver underneath mine, her walls tightening. I lock eyes with hers and increase my pace, feeling her reach the peak of pleasure. "You're way too loud, baby," I mock her playfully, my voice low and husky. I slow down to edge her, wanting to make her beg for more.

"No...Please, k-keep going," she whimpers, her hands gripping my arm. I can't help but smirk at her desperation. Her legs shaking around my waist, I pull out while staring straight through her soul, leaving her wanting more.

I have complete control over her now.

"So you're asking for it now?" I hold my cock and slap it against her wet pussy, knowing she's completely submissive. "Yeah...please, just take me," she begs.

Feeling close to it as well, I slide back inside her, her tightness enveloping me wholly. I give a rough thrust. And another one, and again. I don't stop anymore, releasing all of my pent-up desire.

Our skins loudly slap into each other; her voice cries out in pleasure, sending shivers down my spine.

Now I cannot stop myself, I pull my hair back from my face as my forehead is starting to be covered in sweat, and I loosen my tie. As she seems to be getting closer to her climax, she leans back on the table, arching her back and tilting her head back in pleasure.

I feel myself losing control; I ram my cock into her harder and faster and hover over her. "Are you gonna cum for me?" I struggle to speak in a steady voice, my hips crashing into hers way too quickly.

"Yeah-" she moans in response, and her walls clench around me. I feel myself reaching the edge as she squeezes my waist between her thighs. Knowing she is about to climax, I cover her mouth and make her cum.

Some pleasure I didn't want to feel so quickly overcomes me too, my head feeling dizzy and my voice leaving me too often. I watch her body shake and shiver under mine, being so vulnerable as she orgasms.

"F—Fuck..." I growl at the sound of her beautiful, her muffled moans, and the feeling of her pussy clenching. "You make it so hard to be quiet..." I bite my lips to not moan but and drop my hand I was using to shut her up. "You feel so fucking good..." my voice vibrates through my throat in a husky groan, and I feel myself climax. My breathing becomes heavy and erratic as I try to contain my pleasure, but I can't hold back any longer. I moan, not caring about the consequences this could have.

Reaching a peak, my breathing hitches as I release inside of her, and I moan again. The moment is so intense and overwhelming. I straighten up to look between her thighs and watch my cock go in and out of her, then my eyes shut. The sensation is incredible.

This feels so fucking good.

I do not move anymore, just savoring every sensation. While panting, I gaze down at her.

We are both seeking air, worn out. I loosen my hold on her, my sweat rolling down my skin and the ends of my hair causing some drops to drip down on her. I check on her forearm after realizing how tough I was during those strenuous minutes and catch sight of a vivid mark on her skin.

I don't really think about it too much but catch my breath, my chest inflating and deflating at an undeniable warp speed. "Come here," I whisper, pulling her up. I hold the side of her throat and kiss her, passionately as we recover from this rush of emotions.

Her lips tasting so sweet, I make it linger for a little longer and break the kiss to breathe out.

I pull out of her, my cock already missing her warmth and wetness. "You made me cum so hard..." I whisper, some cum leaking out of her. As she sits up, I reach out for a box of tissues and clean her first. I wipe her inner thighs as well and take care of myself. I throw the tissues out and pull my pants back up properly, looking at her put her skirt back on.

"Did you enjoy it?" I ask, despite the obvious answer she gave me the whole time I was inside of her. "Yes," she smiles, "I enjoyed it a lot."

"You gave yourself to me, so you know what that means now," I close my belt. "What...?" she turns around, her inquisitive gaze meeting mine. "It means you're mine. No one but me is allowed to touch you," I state.

"And what if a man touches or looks at me?" she stares into my eyes, her body still shaking after what I've done to her. I smirk and step forward. I cup her sides with my hands, and her fast heartbeat hits my torso. "I'll make sure he understands you belong to me," I lean in for another kiss.

"You better get back to work now. Be a good and obedient employee now that you got the lesson, hm?" I brush some strands away from her pretty face. "You wouldn't want me to do this again and not stop till I feel your body collapse, would you?"

She shakes her head and gazes down, smiling so softly, making me feel like this intimate moment affected her more than expected. I place my hand on the side of her head and press a kiss on her forehead. "Go back to your office then," I give a little slap to her butt and watch her walk away.

Why did this leave me feeling so much more in love?

•••

7 pm.

"See you tomorrow, Bangwon," I bow to the second-to-last employee here. After he leaves, I lick my lips and head towards y/n's office.

I enter the room without knocking, noticing her jump on her seat and gasp in surprise. "Mister Jeon..." her hand covers her chest.

"Still calling me Mister Jeon?" I tease her playfully, loving the fact she still is formal after what happened. That just shows how submissive she can be for me.

"Well, I thought I had to," she smiles as the door behind me closed. I step towards her and drop my bag on the desk, right on her work. "Go back home now. I won't tell you twice," I tell her seriously. "And yes," I bend over her desk and look into her eyes. "You still have to call me Mister Jeon."

Her lips turn up into an amused grin, and she lowers her eyes down to her papers, slowly tidying up. I do not move back or drift my attention away from her. She rises from her chair with some difficulty and doesn't sit down again to put her stuff in her bag.

"Are you in pain?" I mention. She doesn't answer me with words but glances up at me with a nervous smile, this one speaking for herself. "A little bit."

"That's your fault, you got on my nerves," I straighten up without feeling guilty but just sneer, getting some satisfaction from this. "I'll make sure not to upset you again." she quietly pronounces while taking hold of her closed bag. "I believe you'd enjoy it regardless," I grab my bag iand follow her outside of the office.

'YOUR P.O.V'

As I step out of the room, Mister Jeon walks beside me, memories of earlier still fresh in my mind, unable to shake off the sensation of his presence within me. I didn't expect him to be so rough and big. He set high standards for me, very high.

I sigh, trying to push away the exciting events that keep replaying in my mind as if I could not resist wanting them again. I proceed to the elevator in silence.

"You have a lot of work to do today, don't you?" he breaks the silence I was using to relax and calm myself. "I do..." I nod, wishing I could just have nothing to do once I go back home. He does not say anything but walks inside the elevator with me once the doors open.

I move forth to press on one of the buttons, but once I step back, my body collides with his. I look up at him, knowing he got behind me on purpose. I see the corners of his mouth lift into a small smile, but I shrug it off and set my eyes on the doors.

I don't say a single word. I keep my arms on the front of my body, pressing myself against the masculine and tall one behind me. I ignore the feeling of his breath on my neck and focus on the cold metal doors in front of me.

The elevator going down, he pushes forth and hits every button on the panel. "What are you doing?" I smile and pretend not to understand what he wants.

He goes back against the wall and pulls me closer. His bag drops on the floor, and brushes my hair to the side, clearing the way for his lips to land on my neck. My eyes close in anticipation, enjoying how good this feels. As I force my butt against his body, I feel his hand wandering down my back. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, making me want him even more.

His teeth graze my skin as a smile plays across his lips, and he kisses his way up to my ear. "Does it feel good?" he whispers. I bite my lips and nod, unable to form words. My body is on fire with desire, and I never want this moment to end. The feeling of his lips against my shivering skin is driving me cazy.

"I wanna be inside you again," he murmurs. "I want it too," I arch my back, letting him know I enjoy this. He turns me around and pins me against the wall. He looks down into my eyes and brings one hand up to my throat.

My heart races once I feel his fingers tighten around my neck, and I bite my lips. "You look even prettier when you're vulnerable," he whispers, his voice low and so attractive. I can't help but feel so turned on. "Make me more vulnerable..." I whisper back, giving him full control. A smile spreads across his face as he tightens his grip even more. He leans in closely, his lips brushing against mine. I can feel his warmth, his cologne intoxicating my senses.

He makes me so weak. No matter what I said a few days ago, I can't resist him.

"I'm falling so hard for you," he whispers against my lips, giving in to the magnetic pull between us. I smile at this confession, and he kisses me. The world melts away around us, lost in the passion of the moment. He does not separate us but deepen the kiss, his tongue crashing into mine in a frenzy of desire.

I kiss him back as hungrily, my hands on his toned torso. He pushes my body against the wall and squeezes my throat gently, earning a passionate moan from me. As if this was amusing to him, he grins. "Your moans make me want to pound into you so fucking hard..." he breathes out, sounding frustrated. "No one's holding you back."

He smirks at me, loosening his hold onto the most vulnerable spot of my body. "I want to make you crave it. I can't give it to you whenever you want. You need to earn it."

"I worked so hard today though..." I already ask for it, forgetting about my pride. I do not need it anymore. "Hm. You worked so hard, but you got me so mad as well. So, you'll wait," he takes his hand off. "See you tomorrow, Miss Han," he kisses me and grabs hold of his bag, leaving me all by myself.

This is so cruel and heartless of him to do such things to me.

•••

9 pm.

After a long and strenuous day at work, I take a break and lie down on my bed, my body aching after what the man I always fantasized about did to me earlier. Since that happened, my thoughts keep racing, replaying the mix of pleasure and pain he inflicted on me.

I never thought I'd be vulnerable enough to let him take control, but he nearly brought me to my knees.

My phone vibrating on my mattress catches my attention, my heart jumping into my chest at the surprise. I grab my device and let out a sigh when I see the name of the person who betrayed me.

"Hello, you jerk?" I pick up kindly, showing my sympathy to this man straight away to set the mood. "Hey, how are you?"

"How I am? Oh, well," I clear my throat, preparing to deliver some sarcasm. "I had a perfect day thinking about how my best friend, who I always trusted, just exposed me to my boss like an asshole," the words full of hatred escape from my mouth with anger, the pill still stuck in my throat.

"Yo! I'm not an asshole. Alright?!" he weakly stands for himself, his excuses not working. "Jungkook is like my best friend as much as you are, I just couldn't hold back...! I knew he had already said some good things about you and how special you are to him, so I had to tell him the truth. Stop sulking. I don't like it when you do..."

"You should have thought first then. Don't you think it was embarrassing for me to face him and hear all the nasty stuff I only shared with you because of how stupid I was to trust you?" an argument starts between us anew, my frustration still expressing itself after what I cannot forget nor forgive. "I ain't gonna regret anyway. I know you're gonna have his body against yours very soon just because of me so thank me, alright?"

"Screw you, Jaemin," I hang up on him and drop my phone on my mattress. He doesn't even make a sincere effort to apologize for his actions. Despite the good aftermath, this was still so embarrassing.

My eyes shoot towards my screen at the blue light illuminating the edges of it.

I choose to be kind and check the message, only to find out that the sender is not who I expected.

< Hey, don't forget to come at 7 am. I might not be in the mood to let a bad behavior pass tomorrow ]

[ Jungkook? >

< Excuse me? Have I allowed you to call me by my name? ]

[ Well...you haven't told me not to... >

< Huh. Audacity to play with words now. You better get me some good work tomorrow, I'm warning you. ]

I don't answer anything to those threats, remaining calm. I put my phone down and leave what makes me more stressful than my own work. I believe it's best to return to my sketches; it will be beneficial for me. I need to focus on my own tasks and not be distracted.

I wonder how he got my number, though. Probably from Jaemin. This would come as no surprise at all.

— Next day —

March 11th, 2024.

10 am.

"Miss Han, your boss wants to see you urgently," Mister Jeon's secretary bursts into my office, expressing some anxiousness as if something was wrong.

I feel a sudden rush of apprehension and nod in response.

'What does he want again?' I sigh as soon as the kind woman steps out. I leave my work for a moment and rise from my chair, pull my skirt down, and walk out of here without waiting.

I came here on time this morning; he didn't call me once, and we haven't seen each other yet.

What could be happening in his mind to make his secretary so nervous?

I try to push away my thoughts and approach his office door to knock.

"Come in," his deep voice beckons me inside. I enter, close the door behind me, and walk up to him. He stands in front of his desk, leaning back with his arms crossed. "Good morning, Mist—"

"Where's my work?" he cuts me off rudely, his intense, accusing gaze locked onto mine as if I had committed a wrongdoing. "It's in my office..."

"In your office?" he gives a tilt of his head, his eyebrows raising. My gaze drops down to the v-neck of his black dress shirt. It's opened deeply once again, and now that he put his arms down to tuck his hands in his trousers' pockets, I can see the defined muscles of his chest and his collarbones.

I haven't stopped thinking about what happened yesterday, and my mind is full of lewd images.

"Miss Han!" his powerful voice catches me off guard, my body jumping on its spot. He comes up to me with self-assurance and cups my chin with his hot hand. One of his that were touching me and marking my skin yesterday.

"Do you want me to go hard on you again?" he lowers the tone of his voice, the depth of it always putting me on edge. "No..." I shake my head and land my gaze on his tempting lips.

Perhaps noticing where my eyes are fixed, he tightens his grip and lifts my head slightly higher, compelling me to meet his dark brown eyes.

His warm breath caresses my skin, the hint of strawberries softening his usually commanding presence, which typically leaves me feeling vulnerable.

Since I know I should not say anything, I keep quiet and watch him smirk as his hand is now passing over my jawline. He goes below my ear and caresses my neck. No words breaking the awkward silence full of sexual tension, he cups the back of my neck and slides some fingers through my hair, pulls on it, and approaches his lips from my ear. "Go get your work and come back here."

My heart flutters incessantly. As he steps back to go back to his desk, I nervously look down and then leave the room.