DARK DESIRE YOONGI FF 🔞

CHP 8

it was Friday night, one week into my internship under Yoongi, and it was not what I was expecting. I expected him to sneak me into his office between every meeting and have his way with me, not give me files upon files of work to do.

"You're not finished with your hours for today, Mila, Yoongi said to me just as I said goodbye to him to leave for the weekend.

He gestured to the door, and I shut it behind me and stared at the great CEO behind the desk. He c0cked one finger in my direction and patted the desk next to him. "Come here."

After blowing out a deep breath and trying to ease the ach6 between my l6gs that wouldn't go away all week, I strolled over to the side of his desk and gazed down at him. "What do you need help with, Mr. Min?" I asked, trying to keep this as professional as i could. He hadn't t0uched me all week.

He hadn't fl!rted with me all week. He had barely looked at me all week. But today... today, I could see that he needed to be relieved and that he was going to bl@ckmail me into that too.

Standing up from his seat, he walked behind me placed one hand on my w@ist and leaned closer to me until his mouth was near my ear. "I have a meeting with your father in five minutes."

He flipped me around, so he was pressing against my front side, his hard c0*k just t6asing my ach!ng pu55y. "You're going to join us."

"Me?" I asked, eyes wide.

He tugged off his tie, tied it around my n6ck, and wrapped the long end around his palm to pull me closer to him. "Under the desk," he said. "And when he leaves for the night, you're going to be on it."

My eyes widened even more. "We can't do that," I said, shaking my head from side to side and trying to get across that this was wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

Terribly wrong.

"And why not?" he asked, starting to unbutton the white button-up shirt I had tucked into my sk!rt. When they were all undone, he reached behind me, uncI!pped my br@, and smirked as my t!ts b0unced out of it. "Hmm, Milaaaa?"

I swaII0wed hard, feeling my n!ppIes harden as the cold air hit them. The heat was pooling in my c0re, and I was aching to be t0uched by him for the first time this week. I hadn't seen Jungkook, had refused to go out with him every night, and had constantly ignored his messages because I wanted this to f**king bad and for too f**king long.

He snatched the tie-up in his hand and pulled me toward him until my t!ts were pressed against his ch6st. "Kneel under my desk for me, Mila, before your father comes in and sees you being a wh0r6 for your b0ss."

Before I could give him a sassy response back, someone knocked on the door, and I knelt as quickly as I could, scurrying under his desk like a good girl. If this was how I brought my grade up, then I would do it. Dad would be so disappointed in me if I failed and if he found out about those pictures Yoongi definitely still had in his phone.

Yoongi stuffed my br@ into one of his drawers, sat in his chair, and gently grasped my chin. "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll reward you later," he said to me. Then, he pulled his chair in, making me sit right between his long legs.

I stared at the buIge in his p@nts, almost too big to pass up, and gnawed on the inside of my l!p, fingers gliding up his l6gs to the front of his suit p@nts to feel it. What the h6ll was wrong with me, thinking that this was s6*y?

I was in my boss's office as he chatted with my father about God knew what. He was half-n@k6d under his desk, pI6asuring him as he tried not to squ!rm in his seat. Being w6t and h0rny and needy to feel him sI!p himself inside of me again.

"Come in," Mr. Min called.

The door opened, and Dad walked into the room and sat at one of the chairs just feet away. They started chatting about something I didn't care very much about, and I tried to stay quiet and stay still, but the pressure and h6at between my th!ghs were making it hard to do any of that.

Instead, I grasped his hard c0ck through his p@nts, str90king it until I couldn't stop myself from unz!pping his p@nts and pulling it out. I stared up at him, l!ps curled into a smile as he tensed, and s**ked his head into my m0uth, swirling my tongue around it.

He swaII0wed hard and tugged me closer to him by the tie. I took more of him !nside my m0uth, not able to get enough. I should've stopped this thing between us a long time ago... but he still had those pictures, and I still wanted him to f**k me until I couldn't stand straight

I bobbed my head back and forth to s**k him off, my tits b0uncing against his l6gs, n!ppIes hardening at the constant contact. He filled up my mouth and then my thr0at, his h@rd c0ck pressing against it from the !nside.

"How's Mila doing?" Dad asked Yoongi.

I pushed him further down my thr0at as my l!ps met his h!ps. T6ars welled up in my eyes, sp!t dr!pping down my chin. He l!cked his l!ps, vein twitching in his n6ck.

"She's getting very deep in her work hyung," he said, tugging on the tie a bit harder to pull me closer to him. "And she's learning what it really means to be a businesswoman." Mr. Min paused and cracked his infamous smirk.

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