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🌟🍋 Degrading (Enji x Female!Reader)

*♡request for SydneyKripp♡*

You had always thought of Enji's office as a bastion of order and discipline, a stark contrast to the chaotic world outside its thick, mahogany doors. The gleaming surfaces of his desk reflected the no-nonsense attitude he brought to his work, and his sharp eyes could cut through the most tangled of bureaucratic knots. But today, something was off. As you entered with a stack of files in your arms, you couldn't quite put your finger on it. The room felt charged, like the air before a storm.

You approached his desk, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, trying not to let your nerves show. You had never been particularly good at hiding your emotions, especially when you knew you had messed up. And mess up you had, with the most important report of the quarter. As you placed the files before him, you felt the weight of his gaze, heavy and unyielding. He didn't speak at first, just flipped through the pages with a meticulousness that suggested he was looking for something specific. Something wrong.

He found it, of course. It was always the little things with Enji. He had a way of picking out the tiniest error and making it feel like the world was ending. He looked up at you, his expression a mix of disappointment and annoyance. You felt your cheeks flush, a blend of shame and something else. Something you hadn't quite admitted to yourself. His voice was firm, the words cutting through the silence like a whip.

"Look at this. This is unacceptable. Do you know how much time and effort went into preparing this report? And you just... botch it?" His voice grew louder, filling the room with his displeasure.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. His anger and disapproval stirring something inside you that terrified you but also made you giddy. His eyes narrowed, and he slammed the report shut, the sound echoing through the office.

He stood up, his movements so sudden that you took a step back, almost dropping the remaining files. He rounded the desk, closing the distance between you, and you could feel the heat of his body, his proximity setting your heart racing. "Are you taking this as a joke? Remember. I don't tolerate incompetence." He said, his voice low and dangerous.

You swallowed hard, your eyes locked on his. A pathetic whimper escaping as you tried to stay calm.

His lip twitched at the sound, and suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing you by the wrist. He pulled you closer. You could feel his breath on your neck, hot and demanding. "But you know what I do tolerate?" he whispered, smirking as he looked you up and down. "You know what I like?"

You shook your head, your breath coming in short gasps. He leaned in, his mouth close to your ear. "I like it when you're scared. When you're trembling."

With that, he pushed you down onto the desk, the files scattering beneath you. You felt the cold wood against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of his body. He leaned over you, one hand on either side of your head, caging you in. His eyes searched yours, looking for resistance, but all you could do was melt into his gaze. He knew what you liked, too, and the anticipation was driving you wild.

He bent down, capturing your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entry. You gave in immediately, your body responding to his dominance. His hands roamed over your body, finding the zipper of your skirt and tugging it down. He stepped back, his eyes raking over you, his own desire clear in his gaze. He reached for his belt, and you watched, breathless, as he freed himself.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, and you obeyed without hesitation, "looks like you can be good for something." He chuckled darkly.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the fear and excitement coalescing into a potent mix that made your head spin. You felt his hands on your thighs, pushing them apart roughly, exposing you to him. The sound of his zipper seemed to echo through the room, and then his hand was there, cupping you through your underwear. You gasped as his fingers began to explore, his touch firm and possessive.

Enji stepped closer, his erection pressing against your stomach. He reached down and ripped your panties aside, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound that sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers found your wetness, and he groaned in approval, sliding one inside you. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body already responding to his touch. He began to move it in and out, his thumb brushing against your clit with each stroke. The tension in your body grew, your muscles tightening around his finger.

You felt his other hand at the back of your neck, pushing you down until your cheek was pressed against the cool wood of the desk. He leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear. "You're going to take this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You're going to take me, and you're going to love it like the slut you are." His free hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back. The sensation of his hand in your hair, his finger inside you, his body pressing down on you, was overwhelming. You arched your back, pushing into his touch.

He withdrew his hand, and you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your entrance. He didn't hesitate, pushing inside you with one powerful thrust. You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate him. He was merciless, filling you completely, claiming you as his own. You could feel the desk shake with each thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The pain mingled with pleasure, creating a delicious agony that you couldn't get enough of.

His grip on your hair tightened, and he began to fuck you harder, his hips slamming into you with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your breath coming in ragged gasps. "You're mine," he grunted, his voice harsh with need. "Mine to use, mine to punish." You nodded, unable to form words, lost in the sensation of his possession. The orgasm built inside you, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to shatter you into a million pieces.

And then it hit, a wave of pleasure so intense it stole your breath away. You bit your lip, holding back a scream, your body convulsing as he continued to drive into you, relentless in his pursuit of your climax.

"You dont deserve to feel this good." He spat, but he didn't stop, didn't ease up, even as your muscles clenched around him, begging for reprieve. He knew exactly how to push you, how to make you come apart in his arms.

Your nails dug into the desk, leaving little half-moons in the polished surface as you fought to hold on. Enji's hand left your hair, instead reaching down to grip your hip, holding you in place as he claimed you completely. His other hand slid up your back, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving marks that would be a secret testament to what had transpired in the harsh light of day.

The pressure built again, a second orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You were lost in the sensation, your body a mere vessel for his pleasure. "Cum for me, slut. Cum all over my cock." His words make you tremble, and with a final, brutal thrust, he sent you spiraling over the edge once more.

As the tremors subsided, you felt his own release, hot and wet, filling you. He grunted, his body tensing as he emptied himself into you, marking you in the most primal way possible. For a moment, you lay there, panting and trembling, his cock still buried deep inside you.

Finally, he pulled out, and you felt a strange sense of loss. He stepped back, adjusting his pants and buckling his belt with a sense of finality. You remained on the desk, your legs still spread, trying to catch your breath. He reached down, his hand under your arm, and hauled you to your feet.

You straightened your skirt, your legs wobbly from the intensity of the encounter. Your underwear lay in shreds on the floor, a testament to the power he held over you. He handed you a tissue, his expression unreadable. "Clean up," he said, his voice devoid of the passion that had filled it moments ago. "And don't let this happen again."

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes as you gathered the scattered files. Your cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. You knew he could see the marks on your skin, the evidence of his dominance. But you also knew that it was what you craved, what you needed from him.

As you left the office, you couldn't help but glance back over your shoulder. Enji was already seated at his desk, his focus on the screen before him. It was as if the past few minutes had never happened, as if you hadn't just been fucked into oblivion by your boss. But you felt different, changed in some fundamental way. The fear of his disapproval was still there, but now it was tinged with something else. Something darker, more exciting.

You closed the door behind you, the sound a final punctuation to the scene that had unfolded.

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