Chapter Text
The Boss’s Clumsy Secretary
Tags: Office setting, degradation
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The office was dead quiet, only the tick of the clock and the sharp tap of Jeon Jeongguk's pen against the glass desk breaking the air. His jaw clenched, veins were about to explode as he flipped through the stack of reports dumped on his desk, white pages ruined with smudged ink, crooked numbers, and it was all fucking wrong.
"Secretary Kim." His voice cut through the silence, cold enough to freeze everyone.
Across the desk, the boy startled, hand knocking against the desk edge and letting out soft whine under his breath. Too young, too clumsy, too goddamn useless. Jeongguk would've thrown him out already if he didn't need someone to fill the role. But every time the kid fumbled, the sick, sadistic part of Jeongguk lit up hotter and darker.
Secretary Kim Taehyung was all wrong for the job. Too small, drowning in a white shirt with sleeves hanging over his wrists, the collar crooked against his pale throat. A tie too bright, cheap-looking, begging to be pulled tight until he choked on it. Big, glassy eyes blinked up at Jeongguk like a kitten.
"Yes, sir?" Taehyung's voice cracked, soft, and shaking.
Jeongguk's stare dragged slowly over the boy's tiny frame before snapping back up. "Tell me. What the fuck is this? These numbers don't even line up. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" He threw the papers across the desk, and papers scattered to the floor.
"I-I must've typed them wrong, I'm sorry, I'll fix it right away..." Taehyung scrambled for the papers, fingers fumbling, unable to gather them fast enough.
"You'll fix it?" Jeongguk leaned back, broad shoulders stretching against black leather chair, his tone dripping with lower and more colder. "The same way you fixed the coffee this morning? Ten fucking spoons of sugar. I nearly spat it all over the investors."
Taehyung's cheeks burned, ears pink, lips pressed tight to hide the tremble. "I didn't mean... I was distracted..."
"That's your problem," Jeongguk cut in, voice low and sharp. "You're always distracted. Wrong emails. Wrong attachments. Files slipping through your pretty little fingers. You're not a secretary. You're a sweet little fuck-up."
The boy flinched, lips parting as his thighs pressed tightly together. His chest rose and fell too fast, a shaky gulp catching in his throat. He couldn't even bring himself to look at his boss.
Jeongguk shoved the remaining papers aside with a sweep of his hand and stood, towering over him. Taehyung had to tilt his head back just to see him, and even then he dropped his gaze again, small shoulders curling inward as if that would shield him. It didn't. Jeongguk's shadow swallowed him whole.
And slowly, his boss footsteps came around the desk, his fingers dragging across the polished glass until he stopped directly in front of his secretary.
"Look at me," Jeongguk ordered.
Taehyung's lashes fluttered before he obeyed, wide doe eyes lifting, wet and shaky. He looked too soft, too fuckable, like a trembling kitten dropped right between a wolf's teeth. Jeongguk wasn't the type to hesitate. When he wanted something, he didn't just taste it, he tore it apart and fucked it rough until there was nothing left but a used-up mess. And someone like Taehyung? A fragile little bitch like him was never safe once Jeongguk had his hands on that slutty body.
"You can't do a single fucking thing right," Jeongguk murmured, tone deceptively calm though his stare burned with darkness. "Maybe I should remind you what a boss does to a clumsy secretary."
Taehyung's breath hitched, his heart pounding so loud he swore he could hear it. His knees trembled, fingers clutching his sgirt so tightly the knuckles went white.
Jeongguk's hand shot out, gripping his chin, forcing it up until their faces were so close Taehyung could feel the older man's breath ghost over his lips.
"Look at me," Jeongguk repeated, voice sharp. "If you're going to sit here being a useless little secretary, then you better know exactly what bosses do to their clumsy toys."
Taehyung's head shook frantically, a whimper slipping free, but Jeongguk's lips curved into something dark. He leaned down, mouth brushing the shell of Taehyung's ear, his whisper low and filthy, sending shivers racing down the boy's spine.
"They take their punishment."
"P-punishment..." Taehyung stuttered, as his lips trembled.
Jeongguk's grip on his chin tightened until Taehyung's lips parted with a whimper, lips shining with spit, big eyes watering as he tried to shake his head. He couldn't move, not with Jeongguk holding him like that. The helpless sound only made Jeongguk's stare go colder, darker.
"Turn around," Jeongguk ordered.
Taehyung froze, fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt. He hesitated too long. Jeongguk's brows twitched in irritation, and Taehyung panicked, spinning clumsily. His knees knocked the desk, palms flattening on the polished glass as though bracing himself. His legs trembled so badly it was pitiful.
"S-sir?" his voice cracked, uncertain, looking over his shoulder with wide wet eyes.
"Pathetic," Jeongguk muttered. His palm pressed between Taehyung's shoulder blades, shoving him down until his chest was flush against the desk, cheek almost rubbing against the scattered reports. "You can't even fucking breathe without fucking it up. Do you even know how many times I've controlled myself when you mess up every goddamn task I give you? You're a walking mistake, secretary Kim."
"I-I'm sorry, sir..."
"You will be sorry," Jeongguk said, voice calm in a way that was worse than anger. His hand dragged slow down the curve of Taehyung's spine, fingers curling around his narrow waist. He squeezed, testing the fragile grip of bone under skin, then yanked him back until Taehyung's tiny ass pressed out against his crotch.
The boy squeaked, somewhere between protest and shameful shiver. Jeongguk's eyes darkened. His palm slammed down across Taehyung's ass, loud and sharp. The boy jolted with a squeak, hips jerking forward, only to be slammed back into place by Jeongguk's grip.
"A-ah...!"
"You hear that? That's the sound of me beating some fucking use into you." Another slap, harder, making Taehyung's hips jolt and tears sting his eyes.
"P-please, sir, it hurts..."
"You think whining like a bitch is gonna make me stop?" Jeongguk snarled. Another slap, harder, the sting rippling through Taehyung's bones, leaving the boy gasping as tears blurred his lashes.
"Ah... p-please..."
"No. Not please. Not sorry. You're just fucking clumsy. Useless. A waste of my goddamn time, Secretary Kim." Jeongguk's voice was a low snarl, hot against his ear as his hand slid down, rough fingers grabbing a handful of Taehyung's ass and squeezing until the boy flinched. He kneaded it slowly, possessively, his nails digging in hard enough to sting.
He leaned close, breath ghosting over Taehyung's cheek. "You know what happens when you test your boss's patience?" His lips brushed his ear, voice darker. "I bend you over this desk, and I use you like the dumb, useless little whore you are."
Another slap cracked against his ass, the sound too sharp in the silent office. Taehyung sobbed into the desk, cheeks burning, tears spilling hot while Jeongguk's hand gripped him tighter, dragging his hips back until it pressed against Jeongguk's hard cock.
"Feel that?" Jeongguk sneered. "That's what your pathetic mistakes do to me. You turn me into a monster, and now you're going to take every inch of it."
Taehyung whimpered, tears spilling down his cheeks, but every sob just fed the hunger twisting inside Jeongguk. The more the boy jolted under his touch, the harder Jeongguk's cock throbbed in his slacks. He unzipped Taehyung's pants with one rough tug.
"Sir... sir, no, please..." Taehyung stammered, trying to wriggle away.
The protest only made Jeongguk crueler. He didn't give Taehyung a chance to catch his breath; he hooked his fingers into the waistband of the boy's pants and yanked them down in one hard pull, ignoring the way Taehyung gasped and tried to twist away, his small hands fluttering uselessly against the desk as if he could push himself upright.
White cotton panties. Nothing under them.
Not the cock Jeongguk expected straining against the cotton panties, but a damp, swollen slit pressed up against thin fabric. The outline of puffy pussy lips showed clear, soaked through so badly it looked like the boy had pissed himself from fear. The sight made Jeongguk's smirk sharpen, his eyes darkening with the kind of hunger that didn't just want to fuck - it wanted to ruin. Fuck. He never imagined secretary Kim would be hiding a needy little cunt in his office.
He let his palm settle over the curve of Taehyung's ass, spreading wide fingers until his thumb brushed the quivering rim of his tight hole and the edge of his wet slit at the same time, pressing just hard enough to make the boy squirm.
"Well, well," he growled, voice dropping into a purr that dripped with menace. His thumb pressed into the soaked patch, grinding the swollen pussy lips through cotton until Taehyung moaned, hips jerking forward, trying to escape. Jeongguk slammed him back down, one palm flattening him to the desk.
"My useless little secretary isn't just clumsy... you've been walking around my office with a dripping cunt between your legs? Hiding this from me?"
Taehyung whimpered, face burning red against the desk, eyes squeezed shut. "P-please, sir, I...I don't..."
"Shut the fuck up." Jeongguk's thumb dragged slowly over the shape of Taehyung's clit, circling until the fabric clung inside his folds. "Don't tell me you weren't leaking while I was spanking you. Don't lie. This little hole must be crying, isn't it?"
The boy's thighs trembled violently.
Jeongguk chuckled low, dark, leaning down so his laugh vibrated against Taehyung's spine. "All those months I thought you were just useless... and here you were hiding a wet cunt in my office. You don't seem useless to me now."
With his leg, he kicked Taehyung's thighs wider. Then his palm came down hard, but lower this time, the flat of his hand connecting sharp against the damp cotton covering Taehyung's pussy.
The boy cried out, muffled against the desk.
"Sir... too much... please..." Taehyung sobbed.
"No, no," Jeongguk murmured, voice almost gentle if not for the filth dripping from his words. "I've barely fucking started. A clumsy little bitch with a hidden pussy doesn't get mercy. You get punished until you learn."
His cock grinds against Taehyung's soaked panties, thick and hard, the pressure making the boy shiver, cunt clenching around nothing. Jeongguk smirked, feeling the way the pussy pulsed against him.
"Tell me," he rasped, grinding harder, "how many mistakes did you make on purpose? Just so I'd bend you over this desk and spank your ass?"
"N-no, I didn't..."
"Didn't what?" Jeongguk snapped, spanking him again, the smack echoing as his pussy lips squelched wet against the fabric. "Didn't beg for this? Didn't leak like a needy bitch the second I laid hands on you?"
Taehyung shook his head desperately, but the slick patch spreading across his panties betrayed him. His thighs trembled, cunt drooling more with each slap.
"You've been sitting outside my office door all this time with a dripping little cunt tucked between your legs," Jeongguk said slowly, his voice sharp, each word deliberate and cruel, sinking into Taehyung's skin deeper than the sting of his hand. "Typing my emails wrong, misfiling the reports, oversweetening my coffee - all while you're having a leaking cunt like a slut under your desk chair. Do you know how disgusting that is?"
Taehyung's eyes spilled over, tears running hot down his cheeks, his lips trembling as he shook his head against the desk, voice breaking apart into helpless whimpers. "I-I didn't mean to, sir, I swear, I can't help it..."
Jeongguk's hand came down sharp across the wet dripping cunt, the smack echoing loud in the glass-walled office, and Taehyung's cry cracked high and pitiful, his whole body jerking forward before being yanked back into place by Jeongguk's iron grip on his waist.
"Can't help it," Jeongguk repeated, mocking, his palm landing again, this time lower so it slapped both his pussy folds and the twitching ass hole just beneath, the sting sharping, the humiliation unbearable. "You can't even keep your pussy under control in the workplace. What kind of secretary are you? Pathetic little hole, that's all you are. I should write that into your contract instead - secretary, useless, and cunt."
The words hit harder than his hand, Taehyung sobbing now, his small frame trembling as his knees knocked together only for Jeongguk to kick them apart with one sharp shove of his shoes, spreading him wide, forcing every inch of his pussy to be seen.
"Stay open," Jeongguk ordered, smacking him again, the sound sharper now as his slit grew messier and drippier under his boss's slapping. "If you close those thighs, I'll tie them to the desk and leave you here overnight for the janitors to laugh at. Do you understand me, secretary Kim?"
Taehyung's sobbing answer came muffled against the wood, but Jeongguk didn't wait for clarity, he slapped him again, harder, until the boy gasped out a desperate, "Yes, sir!"
Jeongguk's mouth twisted into a vicious smirk as he stood tall, fists curling around the panties waistband. With one pull, he dragged the panties down to Taehyung's knees, baring the swollen, dripping pink slit to the cold office air.
"Fuck..." Jeongguk exhaled, big hands spreading both peachy ass cheeks until the puffy folds stretched, shiny and so fucking wet. "You're soaked. You're not a secretary... you're literally a whore in a shirt and tie."
He raised his palm, then brought it down hard, spanking the bare cunt until it splattered pussy juices against his hand.
"Nghh... sir, it hurts... ahhh..."
Taehyung screamed, legs buckling.
Jeongguk leaned closer, fingers still gripping Taehyung's ass, slapping again and again, alternating between the tender rim of his ass hole and the juicy swollen folds of his pink cunt. Each smack made the boy scream higher, his voice breaking into little shrieks that bounced off the office walls. Tears streamed freely, hot and wet, dripping down onto the scattered papers below, blurring ink and staining his own failures with shame.
"You're crying like a pathetic little baby," Jeongguk hissed, leaning low so his mouth brushed Taehyung's ear. Another smack landed across both holes, sharp and unforgiving. "Do you think anyone here would ever respect you if they saw this? Bent over my desk, leaking cunt juice, crying like a worthless little slut while I spank both your holes swollen red? They'd fucking laugh. Secretary Kim, a tiny little man with a cunt...? Only whores have holes like that, little boy. Only fuckable, pathetic whores."
Taehyung tried to plead, to mumble an apology, but his sobs swallowed his words, body jerking with every brutal smack. His thighs were slick now, heat dripping down his thighs, shame pooling in every crease of his skin.
"...'m s-sorry...!"
Jeongguk grabbed a fistful of Taehyung's hair, yanking his head back so he couldn't hide his face against the desk anymore. He forced the boy to look at himself in the glass desk reflection, the flushed face, the tear-streaked cheeks, and hair messy while his bottom - stinging ass with handprints, the leaking, swollen cunt, the ruined boy bent wide open under his boss.
"Look at yourself," Jeongguk growled, voice low, dangerous. "Do you see that face? That's not a secretary. That's a whore. My office whore. Say it."
"I-I'm... I'm your whore... sir..." Taehyung choked out, words broken by sobs, humiliation radiating from every syllable.
Jeongguk's mouth curled into a cruel, satisfied smile. His palm came down again, hard and deliberate, across both holes at once, the loud smack echoing in the empty office.
"Louder, bitch. Make sure I hear you."
"I'm your whore!" Taehyung screamed, tears spilling, voice raw, throat burning from sobs.
Jeongguk leaned back slightly, pressing down on the small of Taehyung's back to spread him wider, eyes darkly looking in the slick, swollen, juicy weeping cunt and ass hole. He trailed a finger through the slick folds, smearing Taehyung's juices across his hand before dragging it along the rim of his ass hole.
"You're dripping for me, little slut," Jeongguk purred, thumb pushing inside the tiny rim and middle finger circling the clit while his other hand held Taehyung steady. "Look at this mess you've become. Your cunt, your ass, leaking for my hands... and later it would be for my cock. Do you like that, huh? You like being my dirty office whore?"
Taehyung's head shook violently, sobs breaking free. "Y-yes... sir... I,I'm your dirty whore..."
"Good," Jeongguk growled, thumb pressing harder, and palm spanking harder. "You're mine to fuck, mine to punish, mine to humiliate. Every drip, every cry, every little cunt squirm belongs to me. And you're gonna learn that. You're gonna love it."
Jeongguk let his hand linger on the curve of Taehyung's ass, squeezing the swollen red flesh, his fingerprints stamped red across the skin from all the sharp slaps. The boy's pussy was swollen and angry, folds puffy and glistening like it couldn't decide if it hurt or if it needed more. It was dripping so much it looked like he'd pissed himself, pathetic strings of slick clinging to his thighs and staining the edge of the desk.
"Red and ruined already," Jeongguk muttered, almost in awe, dragging his fingers across the abused flesh before dipping lower. His knuckles brushed over the sopping slit, hot and swollen, making Taehyung jolt like he'd been shocked. Jeongguk only pressed him harder into the desk with one big palm, keeping him trapped. "And all I've done is spank you. Pathetic doesn't even cover it."
Taehyung sobbed softly, small hands clawing at the glass desk, nails scraping faint marks like he was trying to dig a hole to bury his shame. His voice came broken, hiccuping between shallow breaths. "I-I'm sorry, sir, please, I'll be better..."
"You?" Jeongguk cut him off with a laugh. His thumb smeared Taehyung's leaking slick across one reddened ass cheek, leaving it shining under the office light. "You'll never be better. Look at you. Crying, dripping, shaking your ass like a bitch in heat. You think anyone's gonna believe this isn't what you wanted? This is why you keep fucking up your job, isn't it? So your boss has to bend you over and use your sloppy little cunt."
"No... no, sir!" Taehyung cried, but the desperate whimper in his voice made it sound like the opposite.
Jeongguk snarled, pushing two thick fingers against the swollen pussy hole without warning, shoving them inside with a rough thrust. Taehyung screamed, his body snapping forward, nails screeching against glass as his cunt clamped helplessly around the intrusion.
"So tight," Jeongguk muttered, forcing his fingers deeper until his knuckles kissed the juicy cunt heat, stretching him wide and curling just enough to make the boy choke on a broken moan. "You sit at my desk every day with this needy little cunt clenched shut, waiting for someone to split it open. I should've known. No wonder you can't focus - your brain's not in your head, it's in this tight pussy. It's dripping, begging to be loosened and stuffed full of cock and cum. You weren't made to type reports. You were made to be split, stretched, and bred."
Taehyung shook his head, face buried in his arm as sobs ripped out of him, but his body betrayed him, hips rocking helplessly back against Jeongguk's hand. Shame twisted him up, yet every squelch of his pussy filled the office, wet and obscene, making him sound like a bitch in heat grinding on his master's fingers.
Jeongguk's smirk sharpened as he shoved a third finger inside, stretching the tight little hole until it squeezed around his knuckles. Virgin-tight, yet dripping so much it soaked his wrist, slick pouring out like his cunt was made to make a mess. He curled deep, dragging along the soft walls on purpose, each thrust rougher, until the office rang with sticky, wet sounds and broken moans.
Leaning over him, Jeongguk rubbed the thick bulge in his slacks against Taehyung's red holes, pressing the clothed weight of his cock over the mess his fingers had made. The heavy ridge of cock head beneath the pants rubbed against his swollen folds and twitching rim, teasing without mercy. His voice dropped low, hot against Taehyung's ear. "Feel that, secretary Kim? That's what's next. Not fingers. Cock. Fatter, longer. I'm gonna split this greedy cunt wide and keep it stuffed until you forget how to say sorry."
He curled his fingers harder, grinding his clothed cock down with every thrust, making Taehyung squirm and leak louder. "Listen to yourself. That's your pussy talking for you - loud, messy, begging for dick. Every drop dripping down your thighs is proof you're nothing but a hole, Secretary Kim. I could bend you over the desk, or the fucking meeting room table, and this leaky slut-cunt would give you away before your mouth even opened."
The boy sobbed harder, his small body twisting helplessly under Jeongguk's control, torn between shame and the burning, unbearable need pulsing through him. His thighs were sticky, pussy throbbing, each shuddering breath a desperate moan as if he were drowning in his own mess.
"Nghh... ahhh..."
"Three fingers filling you and you're already falling apart," Jeongguk taunted, thrusting his fingers deeper, knuckles pressing hard against the tight little cunt before pulling out slowly, cunt juices coating his hand in a glossy sheen. "Look at you, leaking like a pisswhore on my desk, crying like it's pain when all I've done is fingers. But this isn't the only hole that needs schooling, is it?"
He didn't give him a chance to recover. Sliding his soaked fingers back, Jeongguk trailed the wet shine up until they pressed firmly against the tight, twitching tight rim of Taehyung's ass hole. The boy's body stiffened, a strangled cry tearing from him as the first fingertip thrusting inside the clenched muscle, slick from his pussy making it easier to slip inside. His ass greedily sucked the finger in, clamping down despite the protests and cries, desperate for more punishment, and more violation.
Jeongguk's lips curved into a smirk. "So wet, so greedy... your cunt dripping, your ass swallowing, and you still think you can pretend to be anything but my little clumsy, leaking secretary? Every time you fuck up, your holes will pay for it. That wet little cunt, that tight ass hole, they exist only to remind you how useless you are, how pathetic you are at even being my secretary. You're nothing but a leaking, begging mess, and your body will learn it the hard way."
"Ah... no, please, not there... sir!!" Taehyung's voice cracked, high and panicked, but Jeongguk shut him up with a brutal slap across his dripping cunt. The sting made his whole body jolt.
"Secretary Kim, what your boss gives, you fucking take - like the sloppy little office whore you are," Jeongguk spat, pressing harder until his finger forced past the tight ring of his ass, tearing him open inch by inch despite his sobbing protests. "You came into this workplace without a cock, so it's my job to shove mine inside you. That's the only way a useless bitch like you earns his keep."
The tears spilled harder now, Taehyung's voice reduced to broken sobs and pathetic apologies. His thighs shook uncontrollably, his whole body burning with humiliation as his boss fingered both his holes right there on the desk, holding him down like a whore, making him take every finger and slap.
Jeongguk twisted his finger deeper into the boy's ass, knuckles thrusting roughly while his other hand crashed down on the red swollen, sloppy cunt, spanking until Taehyung screamed into the desk like a fucked-out slut. "Two holes, two fucking jobs. One for my fingers, one for my cock. You'll take both until there's nothing left of you but my ruined little cumdump."
He shoved two soaked fingers deeper, relishing the way the tight ring squeezed helplessly, while his palm cracked down again and sent cunt-juices spraying over the desk. Taehyung sobbed and begged, ruined and leaking, but every dirty sound dripping from his body betrayed him, his thighs shining wet and trembling like a slut in heat.
"You hear yourself?" Jeongguk growled, grinding his cock down against the boy's ruined slit, swollen and messy, about to explode from restraint. "You're bawling like a baby, but your cunt's clapping like a hungry mouth, begging for cock. And your ass is milking my fingers like it's starving. Pathetic fucking secretary." He growled. "You don't deserve a paycheck - you deserve to be on your knees under this desk with your mouth full of cock and your holes leaking cum all day. You're not an employee, you're a fucking hole. A bitch with a cunt where a man should have a cock."
Jeongguk pulled his fingers from Taehyung's tight little ass slowly, savoring how the rim twitched and clenched around nothing, needy even through his tears. His palm smacked down hard across both holes one last time before he moved to his belt. The buckle slid free with a sharp metallic clink, echoing in the silent office like a warning bell that made Taehyung's sobs hitch into trembling silence.
The zipper came down with a loud sound, and Jeongguk's hand slipped into his slacks and boxers, wrapping around a thick, hard cock already swollen and leaking precum. Dark veins ran along the fat shaft, the cock head glossy with precum. He stroked it once, slowly and deliberately, coating his hand in precum before pressing the tip against the boy's dripping cunt.
Taehyung froze, a strangled whimper tearing from his throat, small body tensing against the desk, shoulders shaking. "S-sir, please, it's too big, I can't..."
"You can," Jeongguk cut him off, voice calm, sharp, cruel. He dragged the thick, leaking tip across the mess of his cunt, smearing precum and slick together until it dripped down Taehyung's thighs, soaking the panties and pants bunched around his knees. "You've been wasting your clumsy little self on filing paperwork, fucking everything up... now you're going to learn your real purpose, Secretary Kim. You exist for this - to be split, stretched, and filled."
He grabbed Taehyung's legs, spreading them wide on the glass desk. With the pants and panties pulled down further, there was room to work.
Without warning, Jeongguk shoved forward, the blunt, dripping cock head forcing past the swollen, slick pussy lips, stretching Taehyung wide in one slow, brutal push. The boy screamed against the desk, small body arching, nails clawing at the glass, tears spilling fast as the fat cock split him open inch by inch, claiming every part of his needy little cunt.
"So tight," Jeongguk muttered, groaning low as the heat clenched around him, squeezing every inch. "Like you've never been fucked properly. My secretary, my little virgin cunt, all mine. From now on, I'm going to teach you."
Taehyung's sobs turned frantic, voice breaking on every syllable. "Too big, sir... it hurts... please..."
"Shut the fuck up," Jeongguk snarled, slamming his palm over the boy's mouth, pressing until the cries turned into muffled whimpers. "Secretary Kim, do you want the other employees to see what we're doing?" Taehyung shook his head, trembling. "Good. Now take what your boss gives you."
With one harsh thrust, Jeongguk buried himself to the base, balls slapping against Taehyung's soaked slit. The stretch was brutal, and the boy's eyes rolled back, tears spilling onto the papers beneath him. His muffled screams vibrated against Jeongguk's palm, saliva dripping past the cracks of his lips, coating the boss's fingers.
"That's it," Jeongguk growled, hips thrusting slowly, making sure Taehyung felt every vein, every inch of fat cock splitting him raw. "Drool on my hand like the filthy little bitch you are. Can't even do anything without making a mess." He clicked his tongue.
Taehyung's body trembled violently, but his cunt betrayed him, clenching and sucking tight, slick gushing around Jeongguk's cock until wetness dripped down his thighs, soaking his pants and pooling on the floor with every slow drag of his boss's veiny cock inside him.
"You feel good, don't you?" Jeongguk taunted, thrusting deeper, harder, his palm pressing tightly over the boy's mouth. "Crying, drooling, begging me to stop, but your little cunt's milking me like it's starving. You're disgusting. A pathetic little secretary with a pussy made to be used."
He slammed his hips suddenly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in with brutal force, jolting Taehyung forward. His scream was trapped against Jeongguk's palm, spit smearing across the fingers holding him down. Jeongguk laughed darkly, setting a punishing rhythm, each thrust heavy, deep, making the glass desk groan under their bodies.
Taehyung's eyes rolled back, muffled cries breaking into helpless moans, body trembling, cunt dripping, completely undone by the thick cock splitting him in two. Drool ran down Jeongguk's hand, tears streaked across the boy's flushed cheeks, cunt juices dripping onto the desk and his own trembling thighs.
"That's right," Jeongguk growled, grinding deep, cock buried so far inside Taehyung that the boy sobbed helplessly against his hand. "You love it. You'll learn from your boss's cock. Never again will you make coffee wrong, send an email wrong, or mess up a single report. From now on, all you'll think about is this cock inside you - stretching you open, shutting you up, making you my filthy little secretary cunt."
Without warning, he shoved his fingers inside Taehyung's mouth, forcing cries into wet, muffled moans. The boy sucked helplessly, gagging on the thick digits while taking every brutal thrust of cock, his holes red, trembling violently, innocence shredded across the glass desk where he once sorted files.
Jeongguk's fingers kept ramming down Taehyung's throat, stretching his jaw wide, gagging him on spit while his hips pistoned forward, brutal and merciless, splitting open that tiny cunt. Every time his cock slammed deep, the sloppy walls clenched and rippled around him, sucking greedily at the thickness like the boy's body had been made to choke on cock in every hole. His muffled whimpers broke into gagged little screams against Jeongguk's fingers, drool flooding out of his mouth, stringing down his chin and splattering across the ruined papers beneath him.
"Nnngh... aaahh... s-sir... too m-much..."
The office filled with dirty - skin smacking skin, the obscene squelch of his cunt being beaten raw, the creak of the desk under Jeongguk's thrusts, his low, feral groans, the harsh slap of his undone belt against his thighs. Jeongguk buried himself balls-deep and held there, chest crushing Taehyung into the desk, his breath hot in the boy's ear. "Don't fucking lie. You love this. Don't you dare shake your head when your cunt is strangling my cock like it's starving for it. That's your hole begging, not your mouth."
Taehyung sobbed harder, spit spilling messily past Jeongguk's fingers, soaking his collar, choking him in moans. His body betrayed him completely, arching up into the relentless thrusting, cunt clamping, juices gushing down his thighs as the thick head hammered his sweet spot over and over. The pain blurred into filth-soaked pleasure until he was nothing but a ruined mess trembling under his boss, cunt drooling like it couldn't get enough cock.
Jeongguk yanked his spit-soaked fingers out of Taehyung's mouth only to clamp his jaw tight, forcing his head back until their eyes met. The boy's face was wrecked, eyes glazed, cheeks wet, lips trembling, every inch of him screaming ruined. Jeongguk sneered. "Look at you. Crying, drooling, bent over for your boss like a bitch in heat. That's the secretary everyone thinks is some sweet little clumsy kid. What the fuck would they say if they saw you choking on cock and leaking all over my desk like a cumdump?"
He spat hard onto Taehyung's cheek, the glob sliding down before Jeongguk smeared it with his thumb. Then he pried the boy's jaw wide again and shoved those spit-slick fingers back between his lips. "Suck it, you pathetic little office slut. Suck my spit like the good pet you are."
His thrusts turned savage, every slam of his hips a punishment, cock driving so deep the desk creaked under them. Jeongguk fucked him like every typo, every wrong email, every useless mistake was carved into his cunt. Taehyung gagged and moaned around Jeongguk's fingers, drool spilling as his cunt gushed nonstop, soaking his thighs, soaking Jeongguk's open pants.
Veins strained along Jeongguk's neck as he rammed in harder, balls slapping against the mess between Taehyung's legs. "You're gonna fucking come, aren't you?" he growled, slapping his soaked cunt so hard the sting cracked through the room, making Taehyung scream around his fingers. "Yeah. You're gonna cream all over my cock like the useless whore you are. Come, slut. Paint my desk with the mess from your ruined little cunt."
The words shattered him. Taehyung's body jerked and seized, his back arching as a scream ripped out of his throat, muffled by the fingers still stuffing his mouth. His cunt convulsed violently, gushing all over Jeongguk's cock, juices squirting weakly and running down his trembling thighs. The tiny hole clamped down so hard around the thick length it milked Jeongguk's orgasm out of him, forcing thick, hot ropes of cum to spill deep inside.
Jeongguk groaned low, grinding his hips as he pumped every last drop into the ruined cunt, stuffing it so full the cum couldn't stay in, it leaked out in hot, messy streams, dripping down his thighs, staining the glass desk, puddling on the floor.
But he didn't stop. He fucked through it, driving his cock into the cum-slick hole again and again, shoving the seed deeper until it squelched with every thrust. Taehyung's sobs grew weak, broken, his voice hoarse from screaming. Only when he went limp, body shaking, did Jeongguk finally drag his cock out, watching the gaping hole twitch and ooze, a wrecked mess of cum and juice dripping endlessly.
Jeongguk grabbed a fistful of Taehyung's hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up with red, swollen eyes and spit-wet lips. His chest heaved, his face soaked in tears and drool, a pathetic picture of ruin.
"On your knees," Jeongguk ordered, shoving him down onto the floor. The boy crumpled, weak, but Jeongguk's grip on his hair kept him upright, kneeling. Jeongguk sneered down at the mess dripping out between his thighs. "Clean it. Every drop. Off my cock, off the floor, off the fucking desk. You wanted this job? Then prove you can fix your mistakes like a good whore."
Well, I haven’t been feeling well for the past few weeks... something big happened haha. Anyway, enjoy! I thought about making it censored but I don’t have much time. I also won’t be writing anything too explicit anymore. Oh, and most of this was written by my friend, I just tried to edit it.........
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