Imagines & One Shots

Overprotective Boss

You slept with your boss last night. It was stupid and impulsive but years of being the assistant to the strict, mysterious boss builds a lot of séxual tension.
He got to the office before you this morning so you haven't spoke to him yet.

One of your coworkers stops at your desk, leaning against it. "You free tonight?"
You give him a weird look.
"Depends on who's asking. Why?"

"There's a club opening tonight. You interested?"
You've got nothing better going on so you shrug
"Sure. Is this just friendly or are you asking me out?"

"Which would you prefer it to be?" He dips his head closer, smirking.
Before you get to answer, your boss' office door swings open.

"Yin, my office. Now." His voice is low and calm, but you know him well enough to know he's not happy.
You excuse yourself, entering his office and shutting the door behind you. "Is everything okay?"

He walks over to you, and with each step closer, you take a step back until your back hits the wall.
"Stupid fuck was leaning on the intercom button."

He steps so close you have to tilt your head back to look at him. "You were in my bed last night, with my name leaving your mouth, and now you want to go on a date with that fucker?"

Wrapping his hand around your throat. he presses his thumb against your pulse.
"I'll make it really clear for you. I don't let just anyone into my bed. So tell him to fuck off because you're coming home with me tonight."