(Y/N) = Your name
(F/C) = Favorite color
I want to fuck my boss.
The one that hates me.
The one that I hate.
I'm not really sure when exactly it started. I just know that one day I started to find myself noticing him more than usual. And man, I despised him, but his body was so nice. His hands were firm and strong, with long fingers. He was tall, at least 6'0. His face was most definitely attractive as well. And that's not to mention his quite obviously huge cock.
I wanted him. At least once, I wanted to feel him inside of me, moaning my name and collapsing on top of me towards the end.
Maybe it'd be so good that he'd even give me a raise.
"(Y/N)?" A voice snaps me out of my incredibly horny thoughts. It was Aoi Asahina, the cute girl with big tits who worked in the cubicle across from me. "What is it?" I asked, trying to seem as if I hadn't just been fantasizing about The Boss's monster cock. "I think you're needed in Byakuya's office. His assistant called your name a couple of times." She finishes typing with a flourish and looks over at me, a smile lighting up her face. Damn. If it weren't for the fact her wife is a superstar martial artist who could beat the shit out of me any day, I might try and go for her as well as the boss.
When I arrive at the Boss's office I'm let in by his assistant, a gothic girl named Celestia. She gives me a lowkey dirty look before walking back to her desk, heels clicking. "What was that for?" I wonder to myself. I cross the room to a cushioned chair, pulled in front of a desk.
I sit down, and look into the piercing blue eyes of Byakuya Togami.
"Well, thanks for asking for permission to sit. What a great employee you are, (Y/N)." Byakuya remarks in a tone that's quite frankly rude as hell. I'm suddenly reminded of how much I wish I could punch him. "I apologize, Sir. What was it that you wanted?" He leans forward in his fancy leather swivel chair, resting his hands on the desk. "Let's just say that I've been very stressed as of late. I've just lost a partner. I have extreme amounts of work to be done, both at home and in this godforsaken place." He paused, looking at me expectantly. I understood what direction he was going in, but I was too nervous to say anything but a clipped "So?".
"So, I decided to look around the office for someone to satisfy my needs. I was considering Sayaka Maizono, but then she stood up and I realized she had no curves whatsoever. After that, I went after both Komaru and Makoto Naegi. Turns out that Komaru is married to that gremlin Toko Fukawa, and Makoto is with that sexy detective girl that's always on the news. Neither of them could stand me, anyway. I looked at several more people, but it never worked out. My assistant actually tried to get with me several times, but I'm not that desperate."
What I'm getting out of this is that I'm now Byakuya Togami's personal fuck buddy.
I squeeze my legs together, a blush rising to my cheeks. I stare into my lap, not knowing what to say.
By the time I've looked up, Byakuya's tie is loosened.
"I assume that you're ok with this, (Y/N)?" He palms himself through his jeans.
I stand up on wobbly legs and lunge across the desk, going to the boss that I despise but am so desperate for.
I'm right in front of him now, his hands running along my hips, him sitting down and me standing up. I gently lower myself onto his lap.
His hard cock presses against my ass, still clothed. With a sudden burst of energy, I unzip his pants. He tugs them down to his knees. I almost immediately pull his dick out of his boxers. And holy shit. It's beyond my wildest dreams. Thick, at least 11 inches long. "Holy fucking shit!" I moan.
As I rub his cock, Byakuya begins to work first my skirt, then my tights off of me. He unbuttons my shirt, exposing my (F/C) bra. "Oh god. (Y/N). I need you." He whines. I didn't expect him to be like this, especially considering we hate each other, but it's a fucking turn-on for sure. "You need me, huh?" I smirk, preparing to tease him. But In one swift motion, all my dominance disappears.
He's got me bent over against the desk, ass facing him. I feel a finger absentmindedly rubbing my clit as he whispers in my ear that he's going to make it so that I can't walk for a week. God, I need this. And I don't want to be teased. I just want him to fuck the shit out of me. I know it'll hurt, but I'm too horny to care. I adjust a bit till I feel him against my pussy, and thrust my hips back as hard as I can. Byakuya lets out a surprised cry.
It hurts.
A lot.
My legs are shaking. The boss didnt even wait for me to get used to his size. He takes hold of my hips and begins fucking me with expert level movements, moaning profanities. I knew I have a great pussy, but I honestly didn't expect him to like it this much. Soon, I adjust to him and the pain fades to pleasure. Oh my fucking god, is it good. "Byakuya! Fuck! Right there!" I scream as he hits my G spot dead on. This guy knows what he's doing. He smirks and picks up the pace, hitting that spot with every thrust. I can't stop myself from moaning and crying out, tongue hanging out of my mouth, drooling all over his high quality wooden desk. Suddenly he stops. He spins me around to face him, drops into his chair and sets me on top of him. It's less than a second before I bring myself down on his cock. It's even better in this position. His twitching dick is deep inside of me, stretching me out. I lean forward and press our lips together, panting in his mouth. A strong hand takes hold of my tit, rubbing the nipple. I break away from the kiss and grab his hair, feeling myself getting close. I think he can tell somehow, cause he spins me around once more, brings my legs up high, and absolutely pounds into me. "FUCK. BYAKUYA, SIR. JUST LIKE THAT!" I scream. "Call me that again, (Y/N)." He purrs, voice shaking slightly. "SIR, SIR. PLEASE, FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!" I'm about to cum, I know I am. I'm gonna let it surprise him. Not a half second later, I'm cumming around his huge cock, screaming his name, bouncing myself up and down wildly. "(Y/N)!" He cries out, and cums inside me.
He pulls out, and pushes me off of him. I'm still recovering from my blinding orgasm, spit running down my chin, totally out of it. I look up to see that he's already getting dressed. "I suggest you do the same, (Y/N). I have a meeting in 10 minutes." I have enough time to pull my clothes back on, fix my hair and wipe the smudged lipstick off of my face before his assistant barges in. She narrows her eyes. "Greetings, Mr. Togami. Ms. Akamatsu, Mr. Ouma and Mr. Amami are waiting in room 53." Byakuya brushes her off but grabs his briefcase. "(Y/N), do not tell anybody about this. Not even your closest friends." With that, he heads out of the door. I finish redoing my lipstick in his mirror before making my way back to my cubicle. "So what was that all about?" Aoi asks me with a sweet smile. "Oh, nothing much. He just wanted me to check out his new desk, see if it was right for the room." I try to keep myself from laughing.
I still hate the motherfucker, but he did end up giving me that raise.
