ִֶָ casualties ↪ part two of mafia boss sukuna.
⋆ mdni. semi public ( public place but no people around ) unprotected sex, mentions of guns and bribes, keep in mind he is literally a gangster, none of his behaviors are ‘normal’, mirror sex, slight stalking ( sending people to investigate you ), breeding kink and creampies, pet names used: princess, doll, my girl/love, sweetheart.
after your first encounter, it only took the man a flick of his wrist and your whole life was settled in a stack of papers on his coffee table, smirk tugging on the corner of his lip and a cigarette tightly held on his free hand. your address was the easiest part, with your father being an important member of the mafia, it was only normal for his men to get the direction in the blink of an eye, perfectly in time for Sukuna to start sending large bouquets of flowers with an unknown sender, although his scent was present on each petal, just for you to admire and your father to frown.
it was not too much work either to find your birthday, friends and places you often visit, after all you were a public figure as well, —that and a couple of bribes to your acquaintances it’s all it took.
the store of a luxury clothing brand stood in front of his car, tinted glasses concealing Sukuna’s half hooded eyes and knowing smirk, of course the princess would only shop at the most expensive places, perhaps using daddy’s black card. it’d be a lie if Sukuna said his cock didn’t throb at the idea of you using his black card next, to your heart’s content.
the pink haired man was not one to follow his impulses, to him everything was premeditated, carefully studied so things went smoothly like the fat wad of bills slipping into the retail’s clerk pocket, and much similar to the subtleness in his men’s loaded guns pressed against your bodyguards sides, who trembled in fear, so pathetic.
“tsk” Sukuna thinks, “i should get better guards for my girl” with a swift movement he fixes his cuffs, straightening the jacket suit and matching black half buttoned shirt underneath, allowing his tattoos to be seen.
and it takes his whole self control in not opening the dressing room door where he knows, you’re in, and sloppily make out with you, pants tightening at the memory of your fucked out and dizzy expression. fuck, he’s so hard already. but instead optes to sit on the large leather couch in the middle of the VIP space, his eyes scanning the quietness and luxury in ceiling high mirrors and marble floors.
“what are you doing here?” you ask, finally stepping out of from behind the wooden door and attempting not to let your surprise be seen, but considering the slight twitch in Sukuna’s lip, your attempts probably failed.
“it’s good to see you too, doll.” he almost purrs, eyes drifting up and down the sight of your body in a tight dress, “won’t you turn around for me?” he teases, licking his lips.
yet you remain still, raising a brow and crossing your arms, taking a peek at the now empty room.
“come on, sweetheart, just one turn, for me?” Sukuna grins, sliding a thumb over his bottom lip, “i’ll answer all your questions later” and you’re pliant enough to comply, twirling around with a slight burn in your face, questioning him once again.
his grin never falters, only increasing with your cute actions, deciding to stand up and calmly walk towards the clothing rack, humming in delight at the beautiful garments that would look absolutely stunning on his bedroom floor, “can’t a man shop freely now?” he teases, handing you a matching skirt and top set in an oddly similar color to his hair.
“yeah? i had no idea you liked to shop at an all women’s store” you tease back, allowing for Sukuna to rest his hand on your waist, his whole self made you weak in the knees, a whiff of his cologne and you wanted more.
he chuckles, deeply and rumbling on his chest, making you bite back a whine as his hand guides you to the dressing room, his voice dropping to an intimate level, yet he still bends down to breath against your ear, “then, would you believe me if I said I wanted to see you?” Sukuna whispers, pressing his lips against your nape; you’re not certain of what moment he made you get into the room and close the door softly behind him, only your reflection in the mirror bringing you back to reality, “you’re awfully hard to find, sweetheart” hands trail down your sides, squeezing the sides of your breasts just slightly, “has your daddy been keeping you away from me? did he find out about the lewd things I did to his precious daughter?”
you can’t help the soft moan off your lips at the sensation of the man’s bulge pressing on your lower back, the sight of his large, filled with rings and tattooed hands cupping your body made you dizzy, Sukuna having to bend down to easily nip on your nape, and gently brush your hair out of the way.
“he doesn’t know”
“he doesn’t?, that’s a pity, i’d love to see his reaction when he finds out i’m the one making you this wet and pliant” he chuckles, fingers dancing around the slit on the dress, so sensually your knees bucked, threatening to make you fall if it weren’t because of his arm around your waist.
you whine, “don’t... say that”
“it’s the truth, princess, there’s nothing else I want than having the world know you’re mine” Sukuna groans, raising the hem of your dress and maintaining it tightly under his arm, his other free hand gently cupping your jaw, tilting your head up so you meet his gaze through the mirror, “eyes on me, watch who’s making you feel this good”
with a last nibble on your neck, Sukuna roughly pushes your panties down, not wasting any time in sliding his digits through your drenched slit, coating your clit in your own scent. he’s rock hard at this point, breath coming out ragged in sheer desperation to be buried in your cunt, besides from the lewd picture you paint in the mirror, eyes glossy, lips parted and letting out the cutest sounds he has ever heard.
another trait of Sukuna, is that he’s not patient, in the slightest, so when a finger urgently slips inside your warm walls you shudder in response, hips bucking, almost flopping forward by the tremble in your legs, “good girl, so wet for me” he rasps, licking a fat strip down your neck and towards your shoulder, maintaining eye contact like his life depends on it.
“more...” you beg and his resolve crumbles, his initial plan of making you shiver and beg quickly by wanting to give you what you need, you make him go dizzy, you make him want to give you whoever you ask for, kiss the floor where you step.
“my greedy girl” Sukuna groans, rubbing his cheek with yours as another finger plunges in, messily fucking your hole that drips slick down his wrist, then another until your nails dig in his arm, “you’re ready for me, aren't you?” his voice is low and raspy, hidden lust behind each gasp. Sukuna is quick to undo his pants, cock bobbing in arousal, already dripping with precum as he guides the tip to your pussy, slowly sinking in with his breath hitching, “there we go”
if you weren’t looking at him, Sukuna would be very certain his rolls could have rolled back at the wetness and tightness of your cunt swallowing him inch by inch, his cock pulsing, “fuck, princess, it’s as good as I remember” he licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist and slightly bending you further in the air.
“your body is begging for it, I can feel your count spasming around me” he smiles, thrusting in deeper, harder, making you take more of his incredible length until his heavy and full balls are nestled on your ass.
“’Kuna...!” you mewl, eyes hooded, threatening to fall shut but the explicit sight of Sukuna filling your hole made you resist, only fueling your desire and lust.
“yes, sweetheart, that’s right, it’s Sukuna the one making your pussy feel so good” he groans, hands grazing your sides in a tight grip before pulling back and forcefully slamming his cock inside, heart racing at the sound of your moans and sticky pussy squelching around his girth.
“o—ohh! fuck!” you moan, half scream at the rough pace Sukuna sets, forcing your body to jolt back and forth, tits about to fall from the low neckline of the expensive dress you tried on, you definitely had to buy it now, “too deep!
he groans in return, “the deeper the better” voice is slightly shaky, “i can reach your cervix properly” it’s a promise, to fill your fertile womb once again like he did weeks ago.
there’s sobs and moans echoing in the room, mixed with the sounds of your mixed juices, and Sukuna is only fueled by them, his hips pounding faster, most definitely leaving your ass sore from the brutal way his balls and hips slam against your soft skin. he holds no respect for your possible future uncomfortableness, only thinking of claiming your cunt.
“i’m close” Sukuna groans, sliding a hand between your drenched legs, pressing two fingers against your clit and messily rubbing in desperate circles, slightly embarrassed of the fact you’re going to make him cum so much and so soon, but how can you blame him when your pussy squeezes him like a tight grip, as if begging him for more.
leaning down he claims your lips, it’s as sloppy as his thrusts and wet as your slick dripping down his cock, “need you to cum with me” he murmurs.
“close!” you manage to cry out against his mouth, only for a brief second before his tongue plunges into your mouth again, swallowing your sounds but allowing the noise of your pussy to resonate, “oh, S-sukuna! i’m cumming” you cry, and there’s the precious and slutty expression he loves so much, eyes crossed as you shudder on his cock, trembling so much he would have been afraid you’d fall, but Sukuna is quicker, selfishly keeping you up to shoot his thick sperm deep in your willing pussy, a deep growl rumbling on the walls as he pumps you, a couple of times so he’s sure his cum would take.
“so gorgeous” he rasps, breathless, meeting your hazy eyes through the mirror while mindlessly rubbing your belly, “i’ll take care of you, my love, i’ll give you whatever your heart desires..., but in return, I just ask for one thing” he murmurs, “let me creampie your tight pussy every single day.”
that’s certainly Sukuna’s own way of asking you out.
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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧
╰┈➤ part 2 / part one / part three
★ pairing: ceo!leeminho x fem!reader
✦summary: After that unexpected and magnetic encounter, Minho can't get you out of his head and he’s slowly going insane wondering if you’ve been with other men.
✭ content - tags - warnings: smut / dom!possesive minho / slight bondage / use of sex toys / public fingering / unprotected sex, creampie / sugar daddy
word count: 11.5k
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a/n: ty for reading! my next one shot is ab chan🙂↕️
That day for you was more unusual than the previous one, you sat up confused and somewhat hurt when you heard his tone. You rubbed your face trying to wake up completely then you saw clothes spread out on the end of the big bed. Confused, at least you thought he had the dignity to let you go with other clothes and not in an embarrassing way with the previous night's clothes full of sex.
Carefully you removed the big, high-padded sheet from you and, still naked you walked around to get a better look at the garments, Jacquemus black mini skirt, a nice simple blouse with crystal detailing around the neck by Miu Miu, classic Prada loafers and new white underwear. You thought the choice of outfit was somewhat questionable but you still recognized high fashion brands, you were about to put on your clothes until you got a little surprised when you heard the bedroom door open, it was Minho who didn't flinch at seeing you standing naked and, with half of his body peeking out suggested to you in a soft tone:
“You can take a shower if you want.” he gave you a very small smile and walked out.
You weren't sure how to feel and wanted to get out of there quickly, so you cautiously looked around for the door leading to the bathroom, which you had used the night before. You looked at yourself for a few seconds in the mirror realizing that you hadn't checked the time on your phone and embarrassment consumed you as you thought it was late. You also realized you were still wearing those cute earrings so you took them off with the silly little idea of not being able to get them wet, leaving them on the sink counter.
The warm water felt so good on your body and you tried not to focus on anything else. You just had an exquisite night of sex that made you even shiver and weaken, you had never felt anything so extremely strong, nor had you ever cum with such intensity before, no doubt Lee Minho knew how to take care of you and at least you would come out of there with nothing but a pleasant and strange experience… and wearing Prada shoes.
You did your best to be quick and doable, grooming yourself with ease and finally grabbing your phone to get out of there, it was only a few minutes past 10 a.m. You tried to remember the way you were dragged from the entrance to Minho's room, ending up in a point of the house where you didn't remember being a few hours ago, just late at night you were only deeply focused on the lips of the owner of the house, frustrated you released air from your cheeks until you heard a slight noise and practically ran towards it, arriving, in the incredible maze that mansion seemed, to the kitchen where attractively by the counter was Minho sitting, drinking from his cup of coffee and concentrating reading news on his phone.
You caught Minho's attention instantly as he sensed your presence and looked you up and down, approving of how well you looked in everything he ordered to be bought for you. What started with a sweet look at the sight of your still wet hair, ended with him enjoying the sight of your smooth bare legs, intensifying his gaze, making you feel a little intimidated. But of course he would make sure that everything is made to your measure; after having had a magnificent sex and resting your agitated bodies the necessary, once you came back from the bathroom, sorry and with your cheeks tinted in pink, Minho suggested in a strangely tender tone for him “sleep here, it's late, I'll go to the guest room”.
At that moment you wanted to melt, you hadn't heard such a peaceful tone in him during all your journey together and, impulsively you wanted to beg him to stay with you, but nothing came out of your mouth.
He watched you sleep for a moment, breathing so calm and confident in his presence, which did in him, awaken a feeling that had left his body years ago. Minho finally slipped away and being alone, without thinking clearly about his actions since he was trapped by the emotion of the return of that strange feeling, he hurried to check Hyunjin's messages that he had ignored so much, in his chat section, where there were screenshots of all your information in that app, at first he was annoyed by the fact that you were in that kind of site, then he took care to study every detail of you. Weight, size, measurements, your birthday two days before his, your young age, your photos… At dawn he quickly ordered them to get you new clothes no matter that most of the stores were closed as it was Sunday, somehow or other they had to get them for you. All this until, seeing you wake up brought him back to reality and he discovered himself acting senselessly for a girl, or what he thought for an instant, a prostitute who slept with him for money; so he shielded himself with his coldness and temper, convincing himself that everything previously planned had been simply polite, and it wasn't because he suddenly cared about you.
You stood for meters away from him, not quite sure what your next move should be, to which he was quick to say:
“Come, eat your lunch.”
You looked at him puzzled, he really was bipolar, you thought, minutes ago he practically ran you off and now he was inviting you to eat.
“Mm, I guess I should-” you tried to wriggle out.
“Eat.” he said abruptly dropping his gentle voice.
That took you by surprise and you noticed the plate of food next to him, you walked over, rounding the counter and sitting uncomfortably next to him. Without saying anything you began to eat, wondering to yourself if you would be able to get out of there soon as he seemed to be holding you back. Still you enjoyed the tasty omelette of your lunch, you wanted to talk but didn't know what to talk about, you didn't really know him and doubted that he was interested in listening to you; however for him, it was more than obvious that he was interested, from the simple detail that he cared about you eating, however he didn't have the courage to accept it to begin with. Minho felt the tension, not sexual, just an incredible invisible pressure on your bodies, he felt nervous to have you around and every now and then he would watch you eating, out of the corner of his eye, tenderly as he pretended to be reading an article on his phone.
Once you finished you realized that he was the one who had run out of words so you jumped out of that high chair, making noise as you stepped on the floor. Minho stared at you.
“I have to go” you said this time, “thank you”.
Minho looked at you confused for a second, wondering to himself if that thank you was the food, the clothes, the fuck or the whole general. You understood, but you didn't want to explain further. Just thank you, and goodbye. Minho didn't want to say goodbye to you like that, he hesitated long enough if he should take you by the waist and kiss you passionately, and even make you his again before leaving his house, after all it wasn't in the initial plan to meet his house, Hyunjin had planned the fuck at his hotel; but all his thoughts were in vain since, you were on the other side of the counter, away from him. Minho wondered for a moment if in order to do everything he thought he had to pay you first, he would do it without hesitation, but he really didn't know the way you worked… or just the way you were. It bothered him so much that you were that kind of girl, just like it pissed him off that you made him hesitate in seconds when he always categorized himself as someone confident.
You picked up your purse that was on the corner of the table next to a medium sized box.
“The box too, it's your dress and shoes” he added trying to sound nonchalantly.
Minho stood up from his seat and led the way out, watching you sway your hips one last time, until you walked straight out towards the big black polarized windows van.
You noticed the driver gave you a naughty look as he deduced that it was a simple wild night as he was the one driving you home and not Lee Minho himself. Minho thought that dropping you home would be too much, although he was dying of curiosity to know where you live and what you did in your free time, he just refused to take him any further.
The driver was surprised to ask you where you were going, as it was clearly somewhere less luxurious.
You admired that home one last time, feeling that somehow it would not be the last time you would see it; something in you wanted to believe it.
On the way home you finally had the realization that you had had a great night and that, in a way, you had behaved like a real whore by fucking Felix days ago and then suddenly doing it with another man.
When you got home the only thing out of place was you and your expensive clothes. As was the incredibly high amount in your bank account.
You didn't want to worry anymore thinking about how bad you felt about Felix, it wasn't like you were sure you would see Minho again, but now you questioned if you really saw yourself in a relationship with your friend. So you laid back on your bed and ignored his messages.
You were ready to delete that app and deactivate your account which, a day before the encounter Hari set up on your phone and taught you how to use it until you received a message notification from that app, it was Hyunjin, asking without further ado if you had fucked Minho.
On the other hand, Minho tried to distract himself on a non-working Sunday, but he couldn't relax. When the driver arrived, he asked him for your exact address, causing Minho satisfaction to know your location, then he locked himself in his office to work and during the afternoon, after sunset he proposed to watch a movie, but he found it so boring to do it alone… after a long time, for the first time, he missed someone's company. He asked himself what your favorite movie would be.
As he went upstairs to sleep he saw the sheets still impregnated in the scent of the two of you in your night of passion, seeing your image once again in his mind; he let out slightly exasperated air for several reasons, one of them being that he had to make his bed by himself with clean sheets because the clean lady would be coming tomorrow. And another reason for his frustration was the fact that he couldn't think of you being touched and satisfied by another man.
And, as she entered the bathroom, his last sign of hope, your diamond earrings over his sink. Minho picked it up and watched carefully, delusionally believing there were only three options as to why that jewelry was there: you genuinely forgot them, you thought he hadn't really given them to you, or you had left them there on purpose to create the perfect excuse to see each other again. Minho questioned whether he should make that happen, a second meeting.
[...]
You had avoided Felix all day during college until in the afternoon you received a text from him that sent chills down your spine, «why didn't you tell me you quit your job? did something happen?».
You had to read it twice, surprised that he had to look you up at work. You felt terrible, you couldn't ignore it.
You replied that he doesn’t need worry, you were fine, he offered to let you stay in his apartment but you quickly declined, writing him that you are still fine in your apartment and that you are just studying a script that you would like to talk about later. You weren't good at avoiding Felix, you loved telling him the smallest detail of your life but… you felt that what you had done wasn't so small after all, much less something he would like to hear. However for your best girl friend it was the opposite, she wanted every detail of your night with Minho and your opinion about that very secret job. You couldn't say anything other than, it was fine. You were still processing it and didn't feel comfortable talking about it, but Hari understood.
That same Monday morning, now at Lee Minho's company, he found himself thinking about his love life, on his way to his office, he looked at his secretary and a couple of other women who worked for him… wondering to himself why not them, why not simple women with a normal job, one of them, who Minho knew they were dying for him… but no, he had chosen you as the woman who would not leave his deepest and craziest thoughts. It seemed absurd to him that only one night was enough for him —although he couldn't really classify himself as satisfied with you, he needed more—; but the only information he had about you were those data sent by Hyunjin and the exhaustive search of your social media, as well as your public profile of all your works and small jobs where you were attributed as an actress. Minho noticed the infinity of small projects you had been part of, you seemed to work non-stop. After a few moments he stared at the icon of that app on his screen, app just installed, he wanted to know if your profile was still active and if you were going to continue doing what you did with him, but with other men, that was making him uneasy, also thinking that before him there were a couple of others. He was really considering whether to make an account and see it with his own eyes since, Hyunjin could not give him more details, much less dare to ask him and, when Minho was determined to create an account, two light knocks on his door stopped him, showing in it just the man he was thinking about.
“Come in” he shouted.
His secretary opened the door, peeking out her body.
“It's Mr. Hwang Hyunjin that if you can…”
“Send him in” he interrupted her before she could finish.
Minho thought why not just his secretary, she was pretty, two years younger than him and worked for him since 5 years ago and since she knew the breakup between Minho and Soyul publicly, his worker was in charge of giving him small details on Minho's birthday and Christmas. But he couldn't think of anything else but your overwhelming and exquisite perfume that he smelled near your neck when his chest was touching your naked back while he was touching you and making you his without mercy.
Hyunjin smiled broadly at the sight of his friend sitting behind his desk; he didn't get to see him on Sunday as he was taking care of his next gallery in another city and settling a couple of things left over from the night before at his big gala on Saturday, plus he and Minho weren't the types of men to use their phones to communicate, they needed to see each other to speak to each other.
“How was it?” said Hyunjin amused.
Minho frowned and pretended not to know what he was talking about.
“What brings you here?” replied Minho disinterestedly.
Hyunjin ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth amused letting out a chuckle. And sat down in the chair at the front of his desk.
“You know, Minho…? I noticed something different about you, even your eyes look brighter. I told you what exactly you needed.”
Minho shifted in his seat, defensive to what his friend implied, so once again his impulses took over as a defense mechanism.
“My eyes brighter? For having sex with a hooker? It's not like I was eighteen and just lost my virginity looking for more sex.”
Hyunjin smiled wider.
“So you did fuck, tell me all about it, don't omit any part” Hyunjin exclaimed excitedly wanting to hear it from his older friend since, you had confirmed it to him since Sunday.
Minho thought of you and was infuriated by the fact that he had to refer to you with such a derogatory term. And that every time he talked about you, something horrible had to come out of his mouth. He had to end that once and for all.
He thought of you too just now, the softness of your skin, your wet, sweet and tight cunt wrapping around his hard cock so well.
“It was fine” he replied curtly and cleared his throat trying to clear the sudden dirty thoughts of you.
“Just fine?” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, hoping for more.
Minho let out a chuckle.
“The newly hormonal deflowered kid looks like someone else. I don't tell my sexual encounters anymore, I'm too old for that.”
“You stopped doing it unless you're in a relationship, are you even in a relationship with her now…?” Hyunjin couldn't wait for a response to the prompt wordness he blurted out and only expressed, “God, y/n looked beautiful that night, I bet she was excellent, I envy you.”
And suddenly something sparked a reaction in Minho, the heated and fun conversation turned serious for him.
“Do you know her name?”
Hyunjin was silent for a second.
“Yes, she told me.”
Minho said nothing. He knew your name too but he didn't think you would go around revealing your identity so easily in this kind of situation.
“Don't play hard to get, I wouldn't just call her a prostitute, but a high class escort, seriously it was a high price since she had apparently joined recently, there was a lot fighting over her. Plus she looked stunning in that Versace” said Hyunjin more relaxed.
But that only made Minho more tense, he wanted him to stop complimenting you, to know the exact amount, how recently you had joined that service… but he found it totally indecent to ask the man who only paid heartlessly. He wanted to talk to you, to hear your point of view.
“But hey, we can finally move on once you finally had sex. I have a normal girl for you available, remember Kim Minjeong from school?”
“Kim Min Jeong” stammered Minho without paying attention.
“Her younger sister, Minkyung just came back from studying abroad, she's 24, she's incorporating in the city again and she's amazing, she really grew up. Rest assured she's totally free from knowing the drama between you and you-know-who. Plus girls love a sad, tormented guy like you who wasn't to blame for the infidelity.”
Hyunjin noticed his distracted friend's serious expression, frowned with a small grimace and decided to play a little.
“Don't tell me you fell in love with y/n, I knew you fell fast but I didn't believe you that fast” he commented jokingly.
Minho raised his gaze and locked his gaze on the Hyunjin…. Minho wouldn't exactly call it being in love, he couldn't accept the term, he didn't even know you, just for the moment you lived in his head all the time and it was getting on his nerves and he wants to refute if he just needs to see you to cease the feeling.
What Hyunjin jokingly mentioned, became serious to him once he deciphered the silence in the room so he hurried to say.
“I don't judge you. You see, Chan with that girl, he just bought her an apartment and…”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” replied Minho annoyedly hinting that he actually had feelings for you.
He couldn't feel anything —or so he thought— he just wanted to see you again and fuck you hard. Use you for his pleasure over and over again. But he thought it was necessary to get to know the person he would be inserting his penis inside a bit first, it wasn't like he was interested in you beyond sex —or at least he thought that—, he was just curious. But Hyunjin knew Minho was just tricking himself.
“If you want to see her again go ahead, twice is better than once. I promise not to touch her.”
“Of course you never will” Minho sentenced tensely, piercing his gaze with Hyunjin's.
Hyunjin knew instantly that Minho was in that denial phase and that, he was starting to doubt every feeling and emotion that his body emitted and Hyunjin understood it perfectly, after he was betrayed like that, he knew it was hard for Minho to open up again.
“Have you been with other girls from there?” added Minho more calmly once he realized he was being intense.
Hyunjin smiled sideways.
“No, I've only done sexting when I'm bored. No one would convince me until I saw y/n, so perfect not to see her in person; maybe she's worth it” encouraged Minho. “She's pretty, about to graduate from a good college, looks decent and nice.”
Minho wondered if you were worth it. That day once Hyunjin left his office, Minho concentrated on working and it wasn't until late that he remembered again that he'd go home alone and convinced himself to do so, to see you again since he was stressed and was a man with a heavy load every day, so you could help him with that. Minho finally tried to create a profile for himself, he spent minutes stressing sitting behind his desk waiting for his ID to verify until he could finally proceed, he was a little embarrassed about the process of posting pictures of himself and once he had everything ready he quickly looked you up, hoping that you had deleted your account, but at the same time to have a means in which to contact you. And to his greatest response, there you were; your face in some pretty selfies, a couple of others posing outside a club with a radiant smile, he scrolled down looking at all your information until he got to the bottom of your profile with blurred picture and a padlock on it with the description 'For more private content from Cheryl'. Minho blinked naively and tapped the screen, leading him to put in his bank card details and the description 'You will be charged ₩ 10 million when you unlock this feature'. Minho didn't even take 10 seconds as his data were on his phone and quickly unlocked that which he was curious about, he wished he had never done it, it was about pictures of your glorious semi naked body, a body he had touched days ago and was thirsty for more.
He looked deeply and in detail at every photo, every angle and noticed that someone else had taken them, but who? He took his time analyzing them and the more he looked at them the more he was furious and clenched his left fist until he exited the app and locked his phone abruptly. He was annoyed and mildly aroused, and that could only be summed up in that he wanted to have you right now on his lap, fucking you furiously to remind you that no other pathetic man in that app could be better than him, make you come and scream better than him. He needed you now.
Minho impulsively opened the app again and offered a huge amount for you, quickly and without thinking he went to your private chat and simply typed «Accept me».
That evening you were relaxing on your couch watching TV, feeling bad because you missed Felix a little, hearing his deep voice saying anything and going out to eat together anywhere he had seen recommendations or trending on the internet.
You received a notification from your bank app and thought it would be another deposit for which you were grateful, you decided not to accept for the moment any other proposal and you would survive for a while with the money from the unlocking of your photos, although there was no regular number of income, and that frustrated you. By inertia you decided to browse a little in the app and saw something that stopped your heart for a second, a message from Lee Minho, you opened it quickly, you didn't believe it was Minho himself, he wasn't the type to be on apps like this, but there it was, his picture. You smiled without realizing it when you saw the small picture in the icon next to the message bubble, in which it said «Accept me». Your smile slowly faded and confused you were about to reply «what?» to him, until he saw that you had seen his message and quickly wrote «Or you need double». You quickly understood and checked your notifications, there it was: Lee Minho offered ₩ 900 million for a meeting.
You opened your mouth in surprise, then remembered that he had said if you needed double which offended you that he had put 'need', you accepted it without thinking, impulsively.
You went back to his chat and were about to ask him what exactly he wanted to which he replied with the default message of clarifications: Hwang Palace, of Gangnam tomorrow at 7 o'clock at the restaurant in the Monet section.
I need to talk to you.
You let out a sigh, having no idea why he would want to talk to you, besides you were a little hurt that he would have to pay to do so, you would have agreed to talk to him like any normal person with no money involved, sadly you thought he might never see you as anything other than... a woman who has to be paid for her service; you had no other choice, you thought that you had earned that reputation, even if you were just a little bit grateful for this unusual job already, if it wasn't for it you would have never met Minho or gone to an incredible and beautiful event like the one on Saturday…. well maybe it is possible for you to live that experience if you go out with Felix, but that hectic night no one else could have given it to you. A little annoyed you clicked on his picture icon showing his profile, you almost sighed again, seeing how gorgeous he looks, a mirror selfie, wearing a black button up shirt, looking disinterestedly down at the device. You looked at his details, CEO of Sweet Factory, a globally known snacks brand you usually bought at some convenience stores, you had no idea it was his, his birthday, two days after yours, yet he was older than you by almost 10 years, his blood type and even his MBTI, you lowkey had skipped that question.
Suddenly you reacted, you were going to see him again tomorrow, your heart was racing.
[…]
The next day you made use of that money and bought a strapped pale yellow thigh-length sequin-detailed dress from 16Arlington, with a square neckline; you spent the day shopping for the perfect complement to your outfit and rushed home to get ready.
Two hours before your meeting, Minho texted you again, asking if you wanted him to pick you up; to which you said yes. Now you were twice as nervous and anxious.
Minho arrived half an hour earlier than planned due to his reservation, you were unsure about giving him your address but you still did it, you wanted to act as normal as possible and not like he had to pay to get the best of you, a nice attitude and appearance.
You got into his car, he had his left arm relaxed and holding the steering wheel, he swept his eyes over you and a smile came across his face seeing you looking so cute and dolled up for him.
“Hello, again” you mumbled shyly.
Minho kept looking at you with a smile and started his car. The drive was not uncomfortable despite being silent, you saw his profile side from time to time and noticed how truly attractive he looked, his strong and sharp nose, his round eyes showing with his elongated eyelashes, his upper lip finely bigger than the lower one and his marked jaw, you could watch him for hours.
He was dressed all in black, with his button down shirt tight to his body and the sleeves rolled up his arms, he was wearing tight jeans that showed off his thick and worked thighs so appetizing, you wanted to suddenly let out a gasp thinking how much you want to feel like sitting on his lap. Minho knew you were looking at him shamelessly and it almost made him blush.
He looked relaxed, but he wasn't, he had meticulously practiced every word he would say to you tonight. He was slyly looking at you all of a sudden and couldn't contain his excitement.
You arrived at the same place where it all started, Hyunjin's hotel, this time heading towards the restaurant where Minho mentioned the reservation on your behalf and soon you were guided to the place, entering a beautifully lit place, inspired by Claude Monet's paintings. You walked behind Minho the whole time and when you reached his table you bit your lip nervously before sitting down.
You wanted to build confidence so you looked him straight in the eyes and he quickly caught your gaze too; you said:
“If you wanted to invite me to dinner you should have done it like any normal person.”
Minho tried to act cool so as not to raise suspicion of his nervousness, he looked at you without interest and raised an eyebrow.
“Normal?”
“You were able to look up my Instagram and ask me without... having to pay me” you whispered the last sentence.
“You don't want the money?” he replied curtly as he lowered his gaze to the menu.
You didn't know what to answer, but before he could assume an answer you rushed to tell him.
“I can give it back to you.”
Minho let out a chuckle and raised his gaze again to you.
“I don't care, you can keep it. Just like… something you forgot at my place.”
You frowned and Minho reached into his pants pocket, leaving the pair of earrings he'd bought you on Saturday on the table, you'd forgotten all about it.
“Agh, the old excuse of forgetting something at the other person's house so I'd be forced to return it to you and have to see you.” Minho smiled, playfully, “They're yours, keep them.”
You smiled shyly and took them, putting them away in your bag, you wanted to argue that you had genuinely forgotten them, but seeing Minho this proud made you feel somehow happy, he looked cute with his sideways smile and bright gaze.
“You planned all this just to return me a pair of earrings?” you played along.
“They're real diamonds, sweetie.”
Then Minho stared at you, from your groomed hair to the perfect slit in your chest, it became serious for him, he had to say what he had to say.
“I want you to delete your account on that app and work for me” Minho suddenly blurted out, you manifested confusion on your face, not sure what he was referring to, so he continued, “… as my personal assistant. You will have to follow me everywhere and be with me all the time.” he said, in a funny and proud way the last sentence.
You were still speechless, you didn't know where that was suddenly coming from, to which Minho continued.
“I'll pay you well, more well than you can earn doing that, plus it's a decent job.” he proposed, practically begging.
“Why?” was all you could articulate.
“Because I want you to quit…”
You pinned your gaze on his big eyes that were shining brighter than usual.
“Why should I work for you.”
“Why would you want to be doing the other thing for money anyway?” he replied submissively, on a pretty and pity look of his you never saw before.
You blinked suddenly, formulating the right words.
“I mean, why would I work for you if I don't know you… I don't know what you do…”
“You didn't see my information in my account?” he replied now in a funny tone, “I know you're not related to companies so I won't make you do that. Think about it. I'll leave you my number, I know you're still in college, tell me your schedule.”
You released a soft laugh, suddenly not believing what he just said.
“What’s so funny?” he said serious. “I never joke about work.”
You nodded, trying to decipher every hidden message he wanted to give you.
“What are you going to order?” he smiled at you.
[…]
“He wants you so bad.” said Hari from the other line of the call.
“I was so confused the whole time, I'm afraid he just wants to you know, fuck me.”
“So? I thought you loved sex with him.”
“Yeah… it's just that it won't be far from reality, he'll pay me to fuck him.”
“What? Why the sudden embarrassment about expressing your sexuality? He'll pay you normally for working with him, the sex will add a special touch. So, will you take him up on his offer?”
“I don't know, Hari…”
“Doesn't it turn you on that he's an older man with experience and money crazy about you? Because it works on me with Chan all the time. it's so funny, they're so needy, you'll have him wrapping around you finger soon.”
You had really loved every part of having sex with Minho, but you were in doubt whether you would feel bad about taking the offer. But today had been dreamy, he was a gentleman with you, asked about you, looking interested and dropped you off at your place without even touching a hair on your head and looking at you with lust.
Then you got home, after a nice dinner with Minho, you did the inevitable and deleted your account and existence from that server. You had a lovely night, you didn't think you could exchange more than two words with Minho, but he wasn't as cold and curt as he wanted to portray himself after all; this time he opened the door for you as you got in and out of his car. On the other hand Minho was so obsessed and on the lookout for you that he knew instantly when you deleted all your information, causing him to smile, after 5 minutes a message telling him that you could start in the afternoon.
[...]
When you woke up the next day, the first thing you saw was a new message from Lee Minho, depositing more money and telling you it was for you to start your new closet of elegant outfits. And so after a couple of classes you headed out to buy your first Chanel suits suitable for work.
And there you were, at 3 o'clock in the afternoon wearing a tweed style skirt and pale pink coat. You were feeling pretty and extremely nervous. Minho's secretary greeted you kindly and showed you what she could on you way to Minho's office up to the top floor of the building.
“The young lady is here.” his secretary informed Minho over the phone.
Minho smiled broadly and swiveled on his chair, ready to see you walk through his door. And there you were, looking as angelic as ever, you had taken his breath away, no doubt all those outfits were made for you no matter what, or what you were wearing you looked beautiful in his eyes, Chanel, Versace, Gucci or Prada, or naked in his arms, either way you stole Minho's breath away.
You smiled shyly at him and walked towards him, Minho quickly stood up from his chair and moved dangerously close to you, bringing your bodies together, you raised your gaze to see his eyes better.
“Welcome to your first day of work,” he whispered sweetly, “they'll explain everything better outside and give you a tour.”
You looked into his eyes and then straight to his lips, you realized you hadn't kissed him in three days and you were dying to feel it. Minho liked to tease you, bringing his body closer, looking provocatively at you from above with a lascivious look, he couldn't wait to taste you. After he achieved his goal and saw your breathing getting heavy, he pulled away from you with a playful smile.
“Get to work.” he said to you.
You almost whimper not feeling his touch.
[...]
The rest of the working girls tried to socialize with you with the hidden intention of finding out who you were and why someone so young would work for Lee Minho as his assistant. You didn't know what to answer them, really your career was not related to her work environment but you thought that... being an actress who must build her way little by little, maybe in one of those jobs you could have been the assistant of a famous actress so you thought so to motivate yourself and not to think that you were only doing it because in a way your body and mind were asking you to be close to Minho and the opportunity had been opportune. You needed him.
You worked the rest of the day while his secretary told you what to do and what your job was from today, set up Minho's meeting times, set up meetings, etc. Occasionally when he would leave his office and return to it, he would see you tenderly concentrating with a frown trying to figure out whatever you were doing on the computer. It didn't take long for the rest of his employees to notice and the gossip began to detonate without you noticing. You still awkwardly hoped for some message from Minho, telling you whatever, but talking to you, you were frustrated and desperate, he never wrote you or addressed you, so in a way you were happy that it was a normal job and he treats you decently as an employee, but another part of you was so sad that he wouldn't talk to you to sneak into his office and fuck you hard, not even to give him a simple blowjob, you thought.
Your day was about to end, between work and the occasional flirtation with men, of whom you were not interested in the least, the man you wanted was now locked in his office and had total command and the highest position in the pyramid.
Everyone was starting to leave and you realized that you didn't discuss your departure time with Minho, so, almost hopping towards his office, you were going to see him to ask him; hoping that your presence in that room would escalate to something else quickly.
You knocked softly on his door until you heard a “Come in” in a fiery demanding tone. You quickly arranged your hair and skirt before entering, until you stepped through the door. You met a serious and concentrated Minho reading some sheets on his desk, you didn't want to interrupt him, but he realizing that someone opened the door and no one spoke, was about to complain annoyed and frustrated until he saw you and his face relaxed and lit up.
“What are you doing here?” he asked you softly.
“Everyone is leaving, I was wondering if I should…”
“What time is it?” sighed Minho frustratedly checking the watch on his wrist. “Agh,” he gasped in exasperation closing his eyes and dropping back in his chair, which you found extremely appealing, “I didn't notice the time.”
You swayed on your spot, still not receiving a response as you watched Minho try to recover, he looked tired, after all he worked more than 12 hours a day. So you slowly approached him, trying to hide your smile and, without him noticing your actions, as he was carving his face hard to be able to strip a little, you were already in front of him, with your butt leaning on his desk. Minho saw you with surprise as he noticed you were close by and cheekily watched your silhouette as he smiled sideways in satisfaction.
“You look stressed…” you said seductively leaning towards him and massaging his shoulders. Minho closed his eyes enjoying your touch, he really did need something like this. “Can I help you?”
Minho opened his eyes watching you piercingly and lustfully, you were starting to make him horny and there was no turning back.
“Will you do it? Will you work overtime?” he answered you with a deep voice and smile plastered on his face enjoying every second of your company.
“I'd do it for free” you approached him, brushing the tip of your nose with his. “Besides it's for the good of the company's head.”
He let out a chuckle as he watched your lips inches away. Minho finally grabbed you around the waist and made you sit roughly on his lap, bringing his lips together slowly, being careful in every detail of the kiss, even intensifying it by playing with his tongue in your mouth. At last, you were back crazy, you felt so wet in seconds, and one of your fantasies came true, you were sitting on his firm legs, whose worked muscle was not the only hard thing, you could feel his hard erection sticking to your ass and your sex throbbing in desperation as if she had a memory of her own remembering the sensation of Minho's big cock choking inside you.
You could only hear the sharp sound of your heaving breaths and your lips check in wet kisses, you were so turned on you could cum from just kissing him, Minho started slow and passionate and that soon rose to something more desperate and rough, you loved every bit of it. Breathlessly, you broke away from him without breaking eye contact, he loved seeing your innocent eyes full of desire. You were so exasperated to feel his hands on your body so you awkwardly and excitedly began to unbutton your coat, your heart was pounding and you felt every beat pounding in your ears and your eyes throbbing with excitement. Minho watched your movements, your fingers struggling against the buttons until finally opening it, revealing your bare chest and abdomen only wearing your bra. Minho bit his lips completely horny, however he didn't agree that you had nothing down below on.
“You were walking around like that, with nothing on underneath” he tried to scold you.
You smiled playfully at his angry reaction. If that was his reaction of you wearing a bra, let alone the tiny, provocative underwear you were wearing in case he wanted to fuck you, and he was about to. Although Minho wanted a great fuck, something to say how much he missed you… but the way you were teasing him and playing like a slut, so he thought, drove him crazy, he couldn't stand the thought of you walking around susceptible to catching the attention of other men.
“You'll get angrier taking my skirt off, then” you moved closer to his left ear muttering.
Minho let out an annoyed sigh, almost snorting, he wanted to take your ass and whip it until he made you cry and understand that you could not provoke anyone but him. As you slowly pulled away, brushing his cheeks you saw Minho's dark stern countenance, he was no longer smiling enjoying himself and playing. You thought he looked fucking good this upset, that he even scared you a little, you smiled in nervousness.
“Take that off” he ordered you, smacked looking down at your bra and jacket.
You obeyed him instantly and, you still saw the darkness of desire in his big brown eyes, but his expression was still serious, annoyed. Minho settled you, turning your body with agility, so that your back was pressed against his chest, pulled your hair back from your right side and positioned his head next to yours between the space of your neck and shoulders. He stroked your thighs with his right hand until he slipped his large hand inside your skirt and deftly searched your delicious crease line from your clitoris to your soaking wet entrance. Minho smiled softly feeling your body contract at his slightest touch to your pussy. On the other hand, his left hand and forearm held and squeezed your breasts tightly; having you completely overwhelmed and compressed to his body roughly.
Minho parted the thin fabric of your underwear with his fingers while with the rest he began to play energetically with your pussy, massaging in slow and delicate movements your weak spot making you tremble and producing more and more slippery and thick fluids sliding down your entrance, you were so ecstatic. And, to further increase your pleasure combined with torture, he took it upon himself to pinch your nipples and squeeze your breasts hard. Minho never took his caresses away from your clitoris taking you to the extreme and in surprise he started to fuck you with two of his long fingers quickly causing you to let out a little scream.
Every now and then you let your head lean back on your boss's shoulder giving you pleasure, your body was tense, every muscle in you felt stiff from the position you were in and the sudden pleasure you were getting. You were about to relax, let go and cum, but once Minho noticed, he abruptly released you and took your chin to look at him, leaving you no time to whine about your first missed orgasm.
“Suck my cock now” he commanded you fiercely almost pushing your head down.
You opened your mouth in amazement, until you got on your knees and stripped him of his tight belt and his suffocating pants and underwear. Even your mouth became wet as you saw again Minho's big manhood firm and hard in front of your eyes, you were so ready for the to suck him off.
You felt it so exquisitely in your hands, there was no other cock like Minho's you had ever tasted, let alone wanted to surpass, you loved that it was perfect and so well kept, Minho kept his area very well waxed and clean; you couldn't tell it was to size because it hurt from how swollen and big it was as he fucked you through your vagina.
You leered at Minho, heart and pussy throbbing; he was looking down at you from above with a serious expression, his mouth was pulled together in a thin line and his trademark high cheekbones on his face showing no emotion, you knew he was aroused by his breathing and his latent cock in your hand. You stuck out your tongue and flicked his hard cock in it, while making eye contact with him for a few seconds. You sighed and began to devour his manhood. Minho gasped, grabbed your hair in a fist and lifted his hips a little, accidentally ramming your mouth making his cock reach to touch a little deeper into your palatal uvula.
“Fuck me deeper, princess” Minho whined, pushing your head and moving his hips.
It was huge, you took slight gasps of air every now and then, you were pleasurably suffering, your eyes were watering, you were leaking cum and saliva and Minho's gasps and little grunts were your favorite soundtrack, you were delighted both sensorially and aurally. Minho pushed you further until you felt him touch your throat a little, your body reacted and he quickly pulled your hair back, pulling his full length out of your mouth all at once, the sudden movement made it splash little droplets of liquid in the air falling on your bare tits, you were a mess, your lips and tip of your nose were red and swollen, your eyes were watering, and you were so flushed, you tried to catch your breath, looking loosely towards Minho who smiled so broadly showing his teeth, his tender uneven front incisors in the shape of a bunny.
“Oh, look at you” he said huskily in a look of pure pride, seeing his greatest treasure, your pleasure.
Minho, extremely excited took the base of his stiff cock with his fingers and wiggled it close to your face, slapping your pretty face gently.
“Come here and show me your nice ass, love.”
You gave everything to stand up again, you were weak, trembling and so soaked in your fluids. He turned you roughly by the waist, making you rest your palms on his desk. You raised your ass for him and arduously Milnho tried to pull up your skirt but the material was somewhat thick and unmanageable.
“Take my skirt off” you whimpered in supplication as you felt his hands run up and down your thighs.
“You have no right to tell me what to do unless I ask you to” Minho demanded and roughly pulled the skirt up as best he could, squeezing your waist tighter due to it being high waisted, you groaned at the friction.
Minho finally stood up, stroking your soft buttocks, his outside cock jumping at the movement. You felt the tip of his cock rub against your skin even though he was withdrawn, you wanted him to fuck you now, you wanted it to ache so good just the way he knew how.
Minho took his time, sliding down your soaked panties, appreciating the sweet liquid dripping into you, once he pulled the fabric down.
“Shit, y/n, did you cum already or are you just this wet?” he said in a sigh, sad that you didn't deserve to have your pussy eaten today.
You nodded and whimpered as you felt an unexpectedly hard spank.
“Yes what? I'm not a fucking mind reader, use your words.”
“I-i'm so wet” you whined.
“All that…?” Minho let out a haughty chuckle, thinking all that, just for a few touches from him. “Now, how many spankings for you to understand that you shouldn't act like a whore and go around with nothing on under your work clothes? Speak up!”
You couldn't think straight, last time Minho whipped you so hard that he left you sore for at least up to twelve hours after the blow.
“Five” you stammered without reasoning it out. Minho laughed derisively.
“Let's make it ten because I really met you being a fucking whore. Count them or we start again from zero.”
You screamed as you felt the first spank and gasped breathlessly “One.”
By the fourth spank you couldn't take it anymore, his hand was too heavy and the sound of the smack against your skin was so grotesque. You leaned limply back on your elbows on his desk, biting your lip hard and almost crying, you were still saying the scourge number as you were not thinking clearly, you did not want to be hit twice as hard again. Despite feeling so much pain, you felt strangely so much pleasure, you could feel the tip of Minho's cock brush against your entrance as he came on you.
“Did you learn your lesson, baby?”
“Yes” you cried, your buttocks were burning and you felt the flow of your blood travel fast fighting for your well being.
“Did it hurt?” whispered Minho excitedly leaning into your ear.
“Yes” you pleaded again.
You felt his rough balls and penis rub against your spine, then he pulled away from you, Minho unbuttoned his shirt quickly so it wouldn't get in the way of what he was about to do and, without warning, finally you cried out as you felt him all the way inside of you.
“So you want me to go slow, doll?” he asked ecstatically.
But despite your growing pain, you denied, you wanted to feel every millimeter of his cock inside, you had been looking forward to it so much that you even endured horrible strokes.
“No?” asked Minho incredulously. “Well, you said it. You love being fucked like a slut.”
And he began to penetrate you roughly and deeply, touching your sensitive buttocks; it felt so good, reaching all the way to your cervix with no problem. You gasped endlessly, it was pleasure to feel his cock filling your pussy roughly and your miserable body destroyed, strangely you loved it.
“I'm going to fill your pretty pussy, I'm going to cum in you, you like that, yes?” panted Minho speeding up his onslaught.
After minutes of thundering sex, your bodies joined together creating moaning sounds and skin on skin collisions, your aching body could take no more and you exploded enveloping and lubricating more of Minho's veiny cock, which was still thrusting in and out mercilessly, until after a small whimper, Minho's abdomen contracted and he cursed something barely understandable throwing his head back in complete pleasure, filling your insides with his semen. He slowly slid his length outward, opening your tight pussy a little with his thumbs, satisfied at the grotesque scene of his cock emerging from your orifice bathed in his thick white liquid.
You lay there for a few seconds, sprawled on his desk trying to catch your breath while Minho did the same, resting his cock on your buttocks. He tried to lift you up, you were in pain and lying down, he made you turn to look at him, cleaned the rest of the residue around your mouth and kissed you sweetly.
You received the first care after Minho's sex.
[…]
Your butt hurt so bad but you still followed Minho home since, according to him he had an important meeting at another company and wanted you to help him pick out the perfect outfit. And then you walked into his huge closet, almost making you sigh, it was a room that could easily be for rent in a crowded city like this. His shelves with his Gucci suitcases, his bags perfectly arranged and hung, you stopped looking perplexed at the space and returned your gaze to Minho who was watching you.
“What should I wear?” he said.
You walked over to the clothes and started searching without any idea in mind, you didn't know what he had in his closet so it was hard to think of the perfect outfit, you knew he would outshine any simple businessman anyway.
You grabbed clothes at random choosing a white shirt, pants, jacket and tie, all in black.
“It looks good, do you want me to try it on?”
You mumbled a soft “Mm?”, but you were surprised to see Minho look down at his pants as he took them off, embarrassed you reflexively looked away as if you hadn't seen it all before. He noticed your reaction and smiled. However you couldn't help it, you had never seen him get dressed before so looking guilty and slyly you managed to see how the pants went up with agility but got slightly stuck on his package, Minho had to adjust it and, he put on the shirt so attractively raising his arms and sliding them inside the sleeves. Minho took your hand and directed it towards the terminals of it, indicating you to help him button it, he watched you carefully, wishing he could live like this with you on a daily basis. Suddenly the tension grew in you again, you looked up, into his eyes….
“It looks good on you” you murmured in front of his face.
Minho pulled you to his body pushing your ass ready to kiss you, but you moaned in pain.
“How can I make it up to you?” he said sympathetically noticing your pain.
You didn't know what to reply, to which Minho silenced your thoughts with a tender, slow kiss. Without realizing it and very carefully, you sat down on the stool in the middle of the closet; Minho was ready to make you happy again. He spread your legs apart and once again ruined your skirt by roughly lifting it up, he fiddled with your cunt which was just starting to get wet, Minho thought it looked just as nice and tidy, almost as if a few hours ago it hadn't been completely destroyed.
Minho buried his head between your legs, positioning your legs on his shoulders, he squeezed your thighs hard and you felt some of his warm saliva lubricate your pussy further. He was devouring you alive. His tongue digging at your entrance and his nose rubbing your center, you rolled your eyes in pure pleasure.
[…]
You had mentioned to Minho that you would be more comfortable if he took you home, so he did, he offered you to stay with the condition that early in the morning he could not attend you, that even when you were able to wake up he would not be at home due to his important day of meetings, so he would be at each of them as early as possible.
You said goodbye to him, both with an intense look and warm smile. You headed to your apartment and to your surprise, Felix was waiting at your door.
“Sorry, I wanted to see you and you weren't answering your messages” Felix sketched a smile once he saw.
Felix examined you and noticed your expensive suit, but wanted to save himself the question, he sensed something was up and preferred to live in ignorance than to know something that could hurt him.
You smiled tenderly at him and invited him in.
“I missed you” he said and kissed you quickly on the cheek.
You felt horrible, he had stolen that kiss from you but… even if you had washed your face, you had had another man's cock around your face. You knew you and Minho weren't exclusive but… you couldn't be with two men at once.
But the way Minho drove you crazy, there was no comparison, his sex slapping against yours, his skill in everything he does, making you beg if necessary.
“Is something wrong?” you were distracted by Felix, you denied softly. “Will you sit down?”
Oh, you couldn't do it, your ass was still burning with pain from Minho's spanking. And you weren't the least bit upset.
[…]
The next day was just as Minho had told you, he would be busy outside the company, you almost didn't see him even though you followed him everywhere as his assistant. There you were, in 7 different waiting rooms, just watching him move around with other executives as you tried to keep up with them. You could tell how focused he was and how important it was to him because he barely saw you.
Once his long day was over, almost two hours before the end of the working hours he set for the workers, you both walked silently to the car where the driver started off towards Minho's company.
You looked at him, he was serious, wearing exactly the suit you had chosen for him and, he almost seemed annoyed, you wanted to ask him what it was that suddenly made him angry, but he turned to look at you and smiled sideways, caressing your hand that rested on that long seat, both were sitting at each end of the side of the window.
After the silent ride, Minho went straight to his office and you felt like you were stranded there. Ten minutes later you got a message from him that he wanted you in his office now. You smiled, thinking he would be willing to talk.
You walked in and once he saw you, he held up his hands waving them in a sign for you to come closer.
“Come here.” he ordered you.
You walked confused and understood that he wanted you on his lap so you sat down… it wasn't the kind of encounter you projected, you really thought he wanted to talk but… if he wanted to do that, you didn't complain.
Minho suddenly had a sad, sorrowful look on his face and, there it was in him, the question that drove him crazy.
“Tell me, y/n, have you been with other men?” he suddenly blurted out.
You watched him for a few seconds examining his expression… that puzzled you too much, he seemed genuinely sad.
You didn't know what to say, so you laughed in nervousness, thinking about what kind of question that was. Why he suddenly cared.
Minho had had a horrible experience among pure men, secreting contemptuously about girls like you, at least about your version of the secret, past life of yours. Something inside of him… he became angry little by little, until he felt stranded, he couldn't think about the fact that you were touched by someone else and, the worst was when he had to see how other guys approached you to flirt with you during his little business trip.
Minho saw you laugh but didn't find it the least bit funny, he actually almost cried in front of you, asking you that question.
“Well, clearly I'm not a saint…”
“I am referring to men before me who also received your… former service.”
You stared at him trying to decide if he was drunk from his nonsensical questions. But Minho was only crazy about you, it was his doom in dope. He couldn't resist it, little by little he realized, that he wanted you together with him and for him.
You laughed again and without answering him you kissed him, you had never seen him so yielded and submissive, his eyes shone almost wanting to shed tears, strong emotions made Minho sentimental despite being a rough man. You didn't think he was like that.
And for the first time he let you take control, he felt so lost in you, you lowered your kisses down his neck, unsure if you should continue, Minho saw you hesitating before him and placed his hand over yours near his shirt. He looked you straight in the eyes, suddenly darker than usual and said:
“Let's do something fun tonight.”
You smiled. There was the Minho you knew.
He let you unbutton his shirt and a matter of a couple of minutes, your desperate hands masturbated his cock as you sought to adjust it to your pussy, mounting him in his chair. That dangerous game was getting out of hand, you felt so good that without thinking about it you could become obsessed.
Hours later that night, Minho took you to his room where you quickly noticed sex toys lying on the bed. You swallowed and let out an incredulous chuckle and looked at Minho who was calmly taking off his watch leaving it on his TV cabinet without paying attention to you.
You liked his definition of fun.
“I can't believe it, you're like Christian Grey in real life.” you said amused.
Minho turned to look at you.
“Who?”
“You don't know 50 shad-, never mind, you must be too old for that.”
He smiled sideways at your comment and moved dangerously close to you.
“You think I'm too old for you?” he whispered to you.
You denied in amusement biting your lip, you loved it when he had the dominant one.
“Let's try something new,” he spoke curtly “get undressed.”
Your imagination flew at the sight of the objects on the bed and you nimbly stripped off all your clothes, waiting for more orders from Minho.
“Get on your knees on the bed.”
Confused, you tried to follow his instructions and, you saw him take the pink rope from the bed, your breath hitched, thinking he was going to tie you up.
“You know how I love camping? I'm very good with knots.” you looked at him smiling.
Minho slowly started to wrap you in that rope, passing it across your abdomen, breasts, tying your wrists behind your back, as well as your feet and suddenly you had lost your balance, you were completely immobile and tied tightly.
“We should go camping sometime.” you replied.
He took the ball gag and without saying anything, placed it in your mouth, this was getting interesting for you.
You were lying on your side, impossible to move, Minho arranged you so that you were facing him, uncomfortable in your position as your hands and legs were attacked right behind.
And then the tantalizing game began, with Minho taking the vibrator he had prepared, sticking it on your clitoris as you moved in desperation in search of relaxation of your muscles, thinking about how you had come this far, being sexually pleasured every day.
“I'm going to fuck you hard” he warned you.
He did it the only way he could get away with it, your moans were drowned out by the ball gag and Minho faced the amusing and slightly humiliating sight of your needy body, wanting to escape the restraints.
Minho loved sex with you and the myriad of sensations you made him feel… but now he was so curious that there was connection beyond something sexual. He wanted to walk you and spoil you while you dressed so pretty for him. He would do anything for you.
[…]
“What is y/n doing here?” asked Hyunjin as he approached Minho.
Hyunjin had visited him since, despite being busy, he had something important to tell him. However your presence on his way to Minho's office surprised him.
“She works here.” replied Minho, leaning on his desk reading papers and not looking at Hyunjin.
“She works here? Isn't she like 20?” he repeated incredulously.
This time Minho raised his eyes and gave him a dirty look. Hyunjin understood instantly, the almost forgotten detail he noticed from the beginning, the obviousness in which Minho liked you.
“Speaking of age” Hyunjin continued, “I'm here because you know I don't hold back surprises and… you're very likely to ditch me or cancel at the last minute on the date, but this is something you can't cancel, since it's about your surprise birthday party.”
Minho looked at him confused, he hadn't even asked for a party.
“Hyunjin, I appreciate it but… you know you could have done something small.”
“I know, I remembered it once I had invited everyone. It will be this Saturday at my mother's country club. You got to celebrate welcoming your thirties.”
Minho checked the time, he didn't want to rush Hyunjin but you and him would have their first normal date…
And for both of you, it couldn't have been better, you talked so much, you knew Minho's various giggles and the weirdness in which he explained each of his stories, using gestures, you remembered every detail about him. Just like his sudden news that he would help you in your real professional career, you didn't want to accept it at first, but he had awkwardly said something to about how pretty you would look on every red carpet, blushing all over you.
And you found yourself terrified that… you might like him. Since you'd had everything just the way you envisioned, a tender, perfect date, involving roses and ending… having sex so sweetly it makes you doubt if it's love.
You had asked Minho to give you the next day off, since you wanted to support Felix all the time in his short film project that he created and directed. The ceremony started and, almost like a revelation, you wanted to cry, it had been beautiful and it was about love, something unknown to you… you wondered if… after all… it could be Minho the person with whom you could cry without worry.
Felix saw you sad and knew you so well that he understood every single sign you gave as if you were in love, but sadly, they were not towards him. It was time to let you go.
And to you, almost as if reading your mind, you received a message from Minho, saying he was having a party tomorrow and needed you to help him pick out an outfit.
[…]
Everything was ready thanks to Hyunjin, people chatting with champagne glasses in their hands on the large green grassy area celebrating Minho's birthday in advance. You thought he looked so good in well pressed black cloth pants, black boots and a light blue shirt, with the Gucci cherry baseball jacket with white adding a great touch.
When you sat down to eat at the elongated table, you sat next to Minho, who, with a mischievous smile, and under the table, with guests present, slipped his hand under your dress, playing with your pussy a little. You thought he was unbelievable, always looking for an excuse to have your attention and reaction, you stopped him, once you were so wet and you were barely going to get to slowly approach your climax.
“Excuse us” Minho said grabbing you by your forearm, making you stand up.
Minho couldn't hold it in any longer. The crowd made him anxious and he found a certain safe space in you, so he dragged you out of sight of the crowd, and as he did so, you managed to quickly grab a cupcake from the dessert table.
You were about to eat your cupcake, slightly disinterested in whatever Minho was going to tell you, until you looked at Minho's pale expression, it alarmed you a little, you blinked worriedly but he interrupted you.
“I want you to be mine, I want to help in whatever you do, I want to be there for you all the time…”
Minho spoke, only as he knows how, trying to be gentle, but with a certain intensity in his actions and look.
You smiled sweetly, thinking of the rare way to say 'I like you', playfully smeared a bit of cupcake cream on the tip of his nose, causing him to tenderly giggle.
“I like you too, Minho.”
You smiled and licked the polish off his nose. Minho grabbed you by the waist bringing your bodies closer and looked at you sweetly.
“Tomorrow is your birthday, what do you want to do? I would do anything for you.”
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Two Birds: Chapter Two
Two Birds: Chapter Two
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader x Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw
Summary: Growing up in the midwest meant that you weren't exposed to many of the dangers of the world, and it also meant that you missed out on some of what life had to offer. Taking a leap, you move to New York City with a few personal belongings and the little money you have left in your savings. You become good friends with your roommate and, by extension, the people at the club she works at. However, it isn't long until you catch the eye of not one, but two mafia bosses that rule the city with an iron grip. Will you stay out of their clutches, or will you give in and become another pawn in their wicked games? (Mafia!AU)
Content Warnings: Anxiety, Club scene, Handsy men, Public indecency (kind of), Dub-Con if you squint, Authoritative/Possessive Bradley and Jake, Kissing (kind of), Cursing, Allusions to sex, Bradley Bradshaw, Jake Seresin. I think that's it, but PLEASE let me know if I missed something!
Word Count: 3.8k
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You stared at the boxes sitting perched on the foot of your bed. There had to be at least thirty of them, all of varying sizes and shapes—expensive looking too. Of course, you didn’t have the money readily available to afford any of the name brand items that currently sat in front of you, and a quick glance towards your closet confirmed there were two new dresses hanging on the back in bags.
Frowning, you took a tentative step into your bedroom, eyeing the pile of packages wearily as you set your bag on the chair by your desk. What little sunlight was able to make it through the expanse of buildings filtered into your room, giving a golden glow to the scene as the sun began to set. Of course, Annie had left for work about an hour before you made it home, the club surely beginning its nightly scene of debauchery and sin.
Some packages arrived for you today.
I left them on your bed, hope that’s okay.
You had been confused when you saw her messages, frowning at your phone. Normally your mother told you when she was sending something your way, but you figured she had merely forgotten to mention it. You did pause at the word “packages,” but suspected it was a mistype on Annie’s part at the time.
How wrong you were.
You now stood at the foot of your bed, chewing on your bottom lip as your mind ran wild with the thought of what could possibly be in all the packages. You slowly reached out a hand to pick up a black, rectangular box of velvet, lifting the lid and letting out a gasp. Inside sat a a strand of diamond—a necklace by the looks of it—that sparkled in the sunlight, casting light all around the room. You brought your fingers up to trace over the stones gently, your mind not quite believing what you currently held in your hands. Once it dawned on you how much you must be gawking at, you slapped the lid closed and practically tossed the box back onto the bed, hands clutching your arms as you eyed the rest of the pile.
Surely this was some kind of mistake? You couldn’t afford any of these things, and it didn’t make sense for someone to send you such expensive gifts. There were several other black, velvet boxes amongst the pile which you chose to ignore. Instead, you found yourself picking up a chic, cream-colored box with a golden ribbon tied into a pristine bow. Pulling at the bow gingerly, you lifted the lid only to slam it back down; the box cascading down onto your bedspread in the process, as heat rose to your cheeks.
Inside the box lay a soft, pink see through babydoll trimmed with lace. It looked expensive, but you had never even entertained the idea of lingerie before and didn’t have a frame of reference. You took a deep, steadying breath, and pushed the lid aside, revealing more of the garment. You hooked your fingers through the lacy straps, picking the babydoll up and holding it eye level. Your lips pressed into a firm line as you regarded it.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, quite the opposite actually. The material was soft against your fingers and you quite liked the design in the lace—swirls of flowers that gave the risque piece an almost elegant look. You twisted it around to view the back, a flash of white catching your eye.
You set the lingerie back into the box carefully, crouching down to pick up the card that had fallen on the ground. It was blank on one side, and flipping it over revealed small, neat print.
Thought you would look great in this. Can’t wait to see. -J.S.
Your eyes widened in shock, practically toppling over as you stood from your crouch, nearly dropping the note in the process.
Truthfully, you weren’t sure why you were all that surprised. They had shown an interest in you only a few days before, and with their hands in multiple successful businesses around the world—something Annie had been sure to tell you once she got home from the club that night after your encounter—and not all of them honest. Sure, they had the cash to spare, but why spend it on some nobody from a hick town in the Midwest? You weren’t anything special, and surely there were better things to spend their money on besides trinkets for you. Maybe they were teasing you, you reasoned with yourself. With a huff, you stomped over to your closet, pulling out the large suitcase you had come to the city with, and began to load it with as many of the items as you could.
A knock sounded at the front door, and you paused in your tirade to answer it. A man in a t-shirt and jeans stood on the other side, a clipboard in his hands as he glanced up at you.
“Evenin’, miss,” he greeted, giving you a polite smile. “We have a special delivery for you.”
“Another one?” You groused, brow furrowing as you scowled. “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but I didn’t order anything, and I’m not interested in-”
“They’re already paid for, miss,” the man interrupted, gesturing over his shoulder. You craned your neck to see two other men, each with a vase full of flowers in their hands. You mulled it over for a moment. It would be a shame to waste the flowers.
“Alright then,” you relented, stepping back to let the men inside. “You can set them on the counter.”
The men did as instructed, setting the vases down and quickly exiting the apartment. The first man bid you farewell as you closed the door behind him. You padded over to the counter, scowl still firmly on your face as you circled the flowers.
One was a sweet bouquet of cornflower, honeysuckle, oleander, and baby’s breath. The vase was tied with a pale, yellow ribbon, bow perfect as it taunted you.
The other was a loud display of red camellias, red sweet peas, and white lilies, the vase tied with an audacious, red ribbon.
They really were lovely, you had to admit. You plucked the cards from each of the bouquets, the first signed with a simple J.S. and the other B.B. You hefted out a sigh as you set the cards down, turning on your heel to finish loading the gifts. It was a tight fit, but somehow you managed to get everything, some of the smaller items shoved into your bag to make room for others.
You pulled the suitcase behind you, thankful that you had splurged and gotten a brand new replacement for the old, ratty one your family had been using for over a decade now. You made sure to lock the door behind you, taking a steadying breath as you started your journey.
The club was already busy as you neared it, suitcase still in tow. A line had already formed along the sidewalk despite how relatively early it still was in the night—a testament to the club’s unrivaled success and reputation. You felt out of place in your plain jeans, red cardigan, white t-shirt, and sneakers compared to the girls who wore beautiful, slinky dresses of all different colors, their hair and makeup done immaculately. You tried not to think too much on it, and you tried especially hard to ignore the voice in your head that reprimanded you for not dressing up when you knew you might see them.
You huffed, marching toward the front of the line with steely determination. It was Marco who was working that night, the handsome latino bouncer’s face coloring with shock as he spotted you. The girls who had been chatting with him at the front of the line looked mildly put out as his attention was drawn away from them, and their displeasure only grew as they spotted you.
“Mouse?” Marco called, brow furrowing as he looked you over. “What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”
Marco, like most of the bouncers employed at Mach 10, looked intimidating upon first glance. You supposed you would have to be in order to work as a bouncer, but you had wormed your way past their hard outer shells and were now a recipient of their “protective custody” as they called it.
“No,” you growled, stopping in front of him. You shook your head. “I mean, yes. Technically, I suppose. Listen, I need to drop some things off, can I head inside?”
You had never been inside the club during business hours, and you weren’t surprised at Marco’s hesitancy to let you in.
“I don’t know,” he sighed, glancing behind himself and into the club. “It’s not exactly your type of scene, sweetheart.”
“It won’t take me long,” you vowed, using your best puppy dog eyes on him. You could already see his resolve melting. “I’ll just head back towards the dressing rooms and drop my things off. Then I’ll be on my way, Marco. In and out before anyone even sees me!”
The bouncer let out another sigh, running a hand over his face as he weighed his options. With a shake of his head, he reluctantly stepped aside, allowing you enough room to step through.
“Half an hour,” he warned, fixing you with a stern look as you beamed up at him. “Not a second longer, you got it? If you’re not out here by then, I’m coming in and dragging your ass out, cariña.”
“Yes, sir,” you grinned, giving him a mock salute before grabbing the handle of your suitcase once more and heading toward the door. Marco rolled his eyes at you, scowling at the group of girls who started protesting the fact you were allowed in ahead of them. You paid them no mind as you entered the dimly lit entryway of the club.
The place was already packed, the sensual music pounding and shaking you at your core. You weren’t sure what you had been expecting from this place. You knew it was higher class than the usual place, Annie had informed you of that the first time you had dared ask her what she did for a living. Several cages lined the walls, people of all kinds dancing with the rhythm of the music as others watched. You recognized some of the people in the cages, wondering how they did this night after night. Surely it got boring not being able to talk to anyone.
The women inside the club were dressed to the nines, much like the ones still waiting to be allowed entrance outside. The men were dressed nicely as well, most in suits of some kind or wearing expensive looking clothing of other types. Cigar smoke filtered through the air along with the sting of alcohol, your sneakers sticking to the floor as you ventured further into the room. The mess from the previous night’s activities were usually cleaned up before Annie called you to the club, and you wrinkled your nose at the crunch your feet made as they lifted from the floor.
You ventured further into the club, doing your best to avoid the crowd around you. It was difficult as people swayed with the music and effects of the alcohol coursing through their system, and on more than one occasion, you were nearly sent flying to the floor as a patron bumped into you. You closed your eyes, waiting for the impact of the fall, but it never came. Instead, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, your face pressing against a solid chest as the man steadied you.
“Well, hey there, Mousie,” Bradley purred. “What’re you doing here?”
You looked up at him with a startled blink, the grin on his face growing bigger at the sight of your owlish gaze. You attempted to pull away from him, but his hold was firm around your waist, holding you even closer. He leaned forward, his breath fanning over your face, the scent of mint mixed with a hint of liquor wafting towards you. His deep, brown eyes bored into you, mischief swirling in their depths.
“You lookin’ for some fun?” He teased, brushing his nose against yours, his lips hovering close. “I can help with that. Been thinking almost nonstop about all the ways I’m going to have fun with you. Got me so hard, I-”
You squeaked, pushing against his chest, feeling it vibrate as he let out a deep chuckle, pulling you back to him.
“Just a sweet, little thing, aren’t you?” He cooed, moving one hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking over the skin gently. “I’ll definitely take my time with you.”
His hand left your cheek, smoothing down so that his fingers danced across the plump flesh of your lower lip, this thumb hooking and pulling it back. Your breath hitched in your throat as the digit hovered, like he was going to push it into your mouth. His lips curled into a smirk as he withdrew his thumb, his hand continuing its journey along your skin.
Your heart was pounding in your chest, your skin feeling hot as Bradley continued on. You would later curse yourself for how pliant you became in his arms, your breath coming out in pants as the man devoured you with his eyes.
Bradley leaned forward once more, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
“I’ll take you out to dinner before bringing you home,” he purred, the hand at your waist venturing lower as his hand at your throat did the same. “Lay you out all pretty in bed, just lookin’ at you before I made you feel good.”
You gasped as he nipped at your jaw, the rumble of laughter sending shockwaves to your core as his hand came to rest on your ass.
“I’d unwrap you like you’re a present just for me,” he continued, lips pressing against your jaw as you lost yourself to the overwhelming sensations. “I’d worship you, honey. All you gotta do is do what I say.”
Your head felt foggy as he continued to place sultry nips and kisses along your neck, the hand not on your ass resting just below your breast.
“What do you say, honey?” He whispered, the smirk ever present against you. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
The words wouldn’t come to you, too lost in the sensations being thrust upon you. You whined as Bradley’s lips ghosted over a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, your back arching into him, your fingers reaching up to hold on to his shoulders for support. You could give in. It would be easy, wouldn’t it? Just let go and have some fun, to take the pleasure he was offering you so freely?
The sudden sound of laughter jolted you from your thoughts, your eyes snapping open as reason took hold of your brain once more.
“No!” You exclaimed, pushing against Bradley once more. This time, he let you go, a shocked pout on his lips as he stared at you. A second later, the pout morphed into a glee filled grin as he looked you up and down, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. You felt a shiver run up your spine and tried pointedly to ignore the feeling his look invoked in you.
“No,” you stated more firmly, fingers clutching the end of your cardigan to try and ground yourself. “I mean, I…I came here to drop some things off.”
“Oh?” He smirked, arching a brow at you as he shouted over the music. “Did Annie forget some things again?”
You shook your head.
“No, it’s, um, it’s not that,” you mumbled with a shake of your head. Bradley tilted his head to the side before grabbing your arm with surprising gentleness.
“Can’t hear you over the noise, Mouse,” he hollered. “Let’s go somewhere a little more quiet.”
You didn’t like the idea of going anywhere with him—not when he had so brazenly stripped you of coherent thought just moments before. He left no room for argument though, tugging you into his side as he gripped the handle to your suitcase.
The crowd parted easily for the large man, several people looking fearful as they watched him strut across the floor. Others looked at you curiously, and you were once again reminded of how out of place you must have looked, especially while pressed up against Bradley.
He led you through a door that opened up to a wide hallway, the noise of the club silenced as the door closed behind the two of you. Several other doors lined the hallways, and you were familiar with at least a few of them—several belonging to the dancers or used as storage for different props.
Bradley led you down the hallway, farther than you had gone before, before he stopped in front of the last door on the left. He let go of your suitcase long enough to open it, the door creaking on its hinges. The walls were painted red like the hallway, black trim near the wooden floor that complimented the color of the two bookshelves that lined the far wall. Two black, leather chairs sat just beyond the door in front of a matching dark desk where a man sat.
“How long does it take to get a damn drink, Rooster?” Jake sniped, not glancing up from where he scribbled something down in a ledger. “There’s too much work to be done for you to go off and-”
His words cut off as his green eyes peered up at the two of you, a brow arching as he spotted you. His eyes glimmered with something you couldn’t quite place, a smirk forming on his lips as he placed his hands on top of the desk and slowly stood up. His white button up had the top two buttons undone, revealing a smattering of chest hair, the sleeves rolled up to reveal the muscles of his arms. You swallowed thickly, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by either man as Bradley snickered and Jake tilted his head.
“Looks like you caught yourself a mouse,” he drawled, walking around the side of the desk, stopping to lean against the front with his hands in his pockets.
“She came scurrying in,” Bradley chuckled, placing a hand on your lower back. “Said she was coming by to drop some stuff off.”
Jake hummed, eyes glancing down at the suitcase on the other side of Bradley.
“What could they be, I wonder,” he said smoothly, glancing back over at you. You looked away, unable to meet his gaze and keep what little confidence you had at the same time.
“I, um,” you stuttered, fidgeting with your fingers. “I appreciate the gifts, but-”
“Well, that’s good,” Bradley beamed, squeezing your waist. “Because we both have more on the way.”
You frowned at his words, brow furrowing as you glared at the carpet.
“No, I,” you stopped, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. “I appreciate them, but I can’t accept them.”
“Of course you can,” Jake retorted, intense green still staring at you unwaveringly. “They’re gifts.”
“I don’t want them,” you shot back with a growl to your voice, finally meeting his eyes. A flicker ran through his eyes once more—not anger, but something else. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said it was pride.
“Then tell us what you do want,” Bradley chimed in, stepping forward and turning to look at you. “Money is no object, honey. You tell us, and it’s yours.”
You glanced between the two of them, uncertainty once more eating away at your confidence. You fiddled with your fingers, glancing down so you didn’t have to look at the two men in front of you.
“I don’t want anything from the two of you,” you muttered. “I don’t even know why you’re doing this.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Jake asked, pushing off of the desk and walking towards you slowly as Bradley moved further into the office, dropping your suitcase on the floor before going to open it. Your eyes followed him, but snapped back up as Jake’s fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. Your breath hitched in your throat at the intense look he fixed you with, desire and hunger colliding within them.
“We want you,” he purred, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “We want you in every conceivable way we can, and eventually you’ll say yes.”
“How can you be so certain?” You whispered, heart skipping a beat as Jake leaned in closer, eyes hooded as he nuzzled your nose. His smirk grew bigger, as his free hand stroked up and down your side, causing you to relax despite the situation.
“Because we always get what we want,” he replied, brushing his lips against the corner of your mouth before pulling back enough to catch your eyes once more. “And it was fate that we saw you when we did that day.”
You stared at him for a long moment before glancing over at where Bradley stood over your suitcase, a serious look on his face as he watched you in return. You looked back at Jake, finding him still watching you as he stroked his fingers along your jaw absent mindedly. He hummed once more before pulling back, shoving his hands in his pockets as he sauntered back towards his desk.
You stood frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do as Bradley continued to watch you with an unreadable expression and Jake sat back down to look at the ledger. The room was filled with tense silence as you pondered whether it was okay for you to leave. Jake paused to glance up at you, a salacious smirk pulling on his lips.
“You can go for now, Mouse,” he purred. “Of course, our driver will take you back home with your gifts.”
You moved to argue, but stopped as Jake fixed you with a stern look.
“No arguing,” he warned, the deep timbers of his voice sending a shiver up your spine. “Now run along before I change my mind.”
You pressed your lips firmly together before cautiously turning around to leave.
“I didn’t see the flowers in there.”
You glanced over your shoulder at Bradley who fixed you with a curious look, a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Your cheeks warmed at the statement, though you weren’t sure why. You shifted on your feet, once again fiddling with the ends of your cardigan.
“I liked the flowers,” you replied softly, meeting his eyes and seeing Jake’s head snap up from the corner of your eye. You paused for only one moment more before darting out of the room and down the hallway.
A/N: And here it is!! After several months, the long awaited update has finally arrived! How do we think our poor Mouse is going to handle these two? Is it lust or something else? What other gifts do you think they got her? Can't wait to hear everyone's thoughts!
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