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THE BOSS. Lee Heeseung

PAIRING: Lee Heeseung Boss! x Female Reader Secretary!

SYNOPSIS: Lee Heeseung is an imposing CEO for whom you work as a personal secretary. One night, while working overtime, things change between you and now you are your boss's property.

GENRE: Smut.

WORDS: 1K.

WARNINGS: Dominant Heeseung!, degradation, masturbation, unprotected sex, name-calling, orgasm denial.

RATING: 18+ MDENI!

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The office was silent.

The sound of your fingers typing on the computer was the only thing that broke the emptiness of the night. Outside, the rain pattered against the glass, casting liquid shadows on the windows of the building where you worked for Lee Heeseung. Your imposing and cruel boss.

You'd been his personal secretary for about three years, and you'd lost count of how many overtime hours you'd been working this week.

But he never seemed satisfied with what you were doing. He always found a flaw in everything.

"Did you finish the report?"

His voice, soft but harsh, made you jump in your chair.

You hadn't heard him come in.

Heeseung was leaning against the doorframe, his black suit immaculate, his arms crossed, and that icy stare that always made your hair stand on end.

"I'm almost done, Mr. Lee," you replied, avoiding his gaze. "I just need a few adjustments."

He didn't move, but he didn't take his gaze off you either.

You knew what that meant.

It still wasn't enough for him.

With an internal sigh, you gritted your teeth and continued writing.

But then, his footsteps echoed on the floor. Slow. Heavy. Like a predator approaching its prey.

“Do he need a few adjustments... or do you mean you want to stay longer, locked here with me?” he asked, leaning over you.

His voice was a soft whisper that echoed in your ear, so close that his hot breath brushed the soft skin of your neck.

“N-no... I... no…”

“The report was ready twenty minutes ago,” he interrupted, his large hand resting on yours, stopping your fingers on the keyboard. “I reviewed it from my office.”

You swallowed.

He always knew everything. He always looked at you too closely. As if he knew something you hadn't discovered yet.

You admitted it. You liked your boss. His appearance attracted you. More than once you had dreamed of his lips, his fingers, his body close to yours. But now... Now he was so close, stirring things a mere secretary couldn't possibly feel for her boss.

"So... why...?"

"Because I wanted to see how long you'd play along," he murmured, his other hand gripping your chair and turning you until you were face to face.

Suddenly, you were staring at Lee Heeseung up close. Inches from those dark eyes that paralyzed anyone. Inches from those kissable lips that only knew how to shout out commands.

"Mr. Lee, this isn't..."

"Shut up," he ordered, placing his index finger on your lips. "You're not my secretary today. Today you're just... you. Y/N."

Your heart pounded. Because this wasn't normal. He never crossed lines. He never touched you more than he should. He never looked at you like that. Filled with lust. As if, after months of ignoring you and treating you like something less than you, he'd finally decided to break you.

"How long?" —he asked, his voice low but laden with something you didn't recognize. —How long have you been wanting this?

—I don't know what he's talking about, you lied, feeling his hand slide down your thigh, his fingers digging into the fabric of your skirt.

He smiled. A cold, calculating smile. Filled with a malice that made you shiver.

—You're lying again, he whispered in a mocking tone. As if he already knew all your sins. —You know perfectly well how I punish liars. Don't you?

And then his lips crashed against yours. In a rough, controlling kiss. His teeth buried themselves in your lower lip, making you gasp. Heeseung took advantage of that to plunge his tongue into your mouth, running possessively over your cavity. Your tongues brushed and intertwined. While Heeseung seemed pleased by the way you reciprocated his kiss. Without complaining. Enjoying what he gives you. Like a good girl just for him.

And yes. You knew it. It was so wrong to do this with your boss. But you couldn't stop. Not when his hands dug into your thighs. Slowly caressing them and venturing under your skirt, brushing against the inside of them.

Your fingers dug into the material of the arms of your swivel chair. You tilted your head to the side when Heeseng left your lips to nibble at the soft skin of your neck. Leaving marks, licks, and chaste kisses that were starting to make you dizzy.

Heeseung didn't give you a chance to react when one of his large hands gripped yours tightly. He pulled you forward, leaning you like a doll against the The cold surface of your desk. The papers fell to the floor. All your materials too. Now you were pressed against the desk, one of Heeseung's hands now pinning your hands behind your back. While the other was pushing you down, preventing you from moving.

"M-Mr... Lee?" you murmured, your voice choked by the hot sensation running through your lower abdomen.

"Shut up..." he ordered, in a honeyed tone laced with venom. Leaning over you to whisper in your ear. "Be a good girl and just take everything your boss gives you."

You felt his hardness brush against your butt and you swallowed. Heeseung sat up a little. The hand that was pressing you against the desk moved down to your butt. His fingers groped a little until he grew bored and yanked it up. He lifted your skirt, revealing your underwear.

He pressed a finger against your clothed pussy and let out a mocking chuckle as he felt your wetness seeping through the thin fabric.

"You're already so wet for me, and I haven't even touched you," he mocked once more, pressing his fingers against your clit. "What a dirty little bitch you are."

A moan escaped your lips at the sensation. Your hips bucked, rubbing against his fingers in an attempt to get more of his torturous attention.

"Don't worry, baby," he said as he took the bottom of your panties and pulled them down to your ankles, revealing your glistening pussy.

Heeseung smirked and inserted a finger inside you, pumping it slowly. He then inserted a second finger, increasing his pace to a rougher one. You moaned against the cool wood at the feel of his fingers penetrating you.

It was when he curled his fingers inside you that you let out a desperate whimper.

“Tell me, who’s the only one who makes you feel this way?” he purred, increasing his pace. He inserted a third finger, making your eyes scrunch shut and your back arch. “Come on, say it,” he ordered, curling his fingers inside you.

“Fuck, j-only you... Heeseung!” you cried out, your moans echoing off the office walls.

Tears streamed down your face as you writhed, whimpering at the way his fingers abused your pussy.

Heeseung let out a groan, reveling in the way he’s ruining you. Then he stopped touching you. But before you could even open your mouth to complain,

Heeseung slipped off his pants, letting them fall to the floor next to his boxers. He pressed his tip against your needy pussy. A moan escaped your lips as he played with you, pressing you against the table with one hand while holding his cock with the other, toying with your dripping, needy pussy.

—Heeseung...

His name is cut off by a shaky moan as he enters you. Making you tremble. While Heeseung is moving slowly. So deep, so dense, so fucking devastating that you can't even think straight without your mind going blank.

He is big. And he stretches you. Much more than his fingers. Moving at a slow pace that only makes you drip down your thighs. Your wrists are still held by one of his hands. Putting you in your place so you don't try to escape his control.

—Fuck... Heeseung. It was the fourth time that night that his name escaped your lips, and he loved the way it sounded between your breathy moans. You're so... so big...

"Yes?" A growl escaped his lips as his pace increased slightly. "You wanted this, didn't you? You thought I wouldn't be able to fuck you like this."

His voice was husky, thick, coated with sweat and pent-up restraint. His free hand gripped your hip so tightly you'd probably have bruises by the next day. His pelvis rocks forward, burying his cock so deep in your slick pussy that your whole body shudders and breathy moans mingle with your tears of pleasure.

The stretch makes you tremble. He's so thick, every inch of him dragging slowly against your walls, tight, wet, swollen around him. His veins throbbing against your walls. As he fills you with his rhythm.

“Fuck,” he gasps, squeezing his eyes shut. His Adam’s apple bobs as he thrusts into you again, faster this time, his hips moving deeply, drawing moans from you that are music to his ears. “This little pussy is so tight. It grips me like it doesn’t want to let go.”

You cry out, your nails digging into your palms, your back arching, as you thrust your hips into him, desperate for more, for anything your boss wants to give you.

Heeseung’s skin is so slick now, sweat dripping down his neck and his hair sticking to his forehead.

He leans over you, biting your neck lightly. His breath fanning over your skin.

“You’re already shaking so hard,” he murmurs against your skin. “I’m not even going that fast, and you’re already about to cum.”

And he's right.

He's so big you swear you can feel it in your stomach, tugging at every nerve inside you, pushing you to the edge until he takes your breath away. Completely broken for him. Like a doll he can control at will.

When he finally starts to quicken his pace, still deep, still controlled, only harder now, your moans turn into desperate sobs. You're so full, so overstimulated, that you don't even know what's around you beyond his body slamming into yours.

"You're taking it so well," a stifled moan escaped his lips. "Fuck, that pretty pussy was made just for me."

A pleasurable sensation runs through your belly. Your body trembles and your pussy clenches around him. You finally reach your orgasm, his name escaping your mouth between moans. Your legs tremble, spasms coursing through you, as your body relaxes against the table. But Heeseung doesn't stop.

He keeps thrusting inside you, chasing his own orgasm. Moans and incoherent babbles escape your lips as he increases his pace. Your body shudders violently as you feel a second orgasm wash over you. His hips jerk until he spills inside you.

You, on the other hand, were on the verge of your second orgasm. But he just stopped. Making you whimper. Withdrawing from inside you. With his essence, white and sticky. Watching it drip from your fucked-out pussy with that signature smile, the one that says he knew exactly what he was doing and would do it a thousand times over and over again.

Heeseung released your wrists and sat up. He readjusted his clothes as if nothing had happened. He took your panties and put them back on. You just turned your head a little, your eyes watering. Watching him smile in that arrogant way that now caused you more than one reaction.

“Keep my cum inside you, pretty,” he said, brushing some stray strands of hair away from your face. “No one else can fuck you like this. Only me. You’re my property now. Y/N.”

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