♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,056
Your boss is a fucking nightmare.
Cold, condescending, meticulous to the point of cruelty—he is the type of man who never needs to raise his voice. A mere glance from him can flay you open, strip you bare, expose every fault, every mistake you try to hide. You have spent months enduring his razor-sharp corrections, the way he watches you with that flat, dissecting stare, as if waiting for you to break.
Tonight, you are the last one left in the office with him.
It is past midnight. The fluorescents flicker, casting sterile light over rows of empty desks. The air is heavy with exhaustion, and your fingers tremble as you recheck the numbers for the third time because he “doesn’t trust your work.”
Then, you hear it.
Soft. Wet. Rhythmic.
At first, you ignore it—background noise, the hum of his computer, the rustle of paper. But the sound continues. Unchanging. Measured. An unmistakable, steady slickness.
Your skin prickles.
You don’t want to turn your head. Your body understands before your mind does, some primal dread curling in your gut, warning you don’t look. But the morbid need to confirm—to assure yourself that this is not what you think it is—compels you forward.
Step by step, you approach his office door. It is cracked open just slightly. Just enough.
You peek inside.
Your stomach turns.
He is reclined in his chair, head tipped back, his shirt undone at the collar. His tie—usually a noose of suffocating precision—is slack, hanging loosely around his neck. His hand moves with slow, deliberate strokes, fingers curled around the thick length of his cock, glistening with the obscene wetness of his own arousal.
Your pulse stops. Then it surges, a violent lurch of ice-cold horror.
But it isn’t just that.
The monitor in front of him glows, and on the screen—
A live stream.
A camera. A mic. The chat scrolling too fast to read, but you catch flashes of text—
God, he’s so controlled.
Look at the way he strokes it. He’s teasing us.
Imagine being in his office, on your knees…
Your body locks up.
And then—
His eyes open.
The moment stretches unbearably. He sees you. No hesitation. No shock. Just immediate, knowing acknowledgment.
His grip does not falter.
You react before your brain can catch up, your entire body moving in a desperate scramble to retreat—but the door swings open wider before you can escape, and suddenly, he is there. Looming over you, impossibly fast. A hand catches your wrist, firm, unyielding. The door slams shut behind you with a soft click.
“You shouldn’t have seen that.”
Your breath stutters. Your stomach twists in knots. “I—I won’t tell anyone,” you whisper, voice raw with panic. “I swear—”
A quiet laugh.
It’s low, almost amused. He is not angry.
He is thrilled.
“You think I’m going to take your word for it?”
You shake your head—no, no, please—but it doesn’t matter.
The camera is still on. The chat is still alive. And he is still hard.
He forces you forward, a firm, unrelenting shove that sends you stumbling against his desk. Your hands slam against the polished surface before you can fall, and through the static roar of your own panic, you see the screen still flashing with eager, insatiable hunger.
The chat is ecstatic.
Is she new?
Holy fuck, this is real.
Look at her shaking. Fuck.
Terror clutches your ribs like a vice. “No,” you whisper. “No, please—”
He grips your hair.
And forces you down.
The carpet burns against your knees. Your hands tremble against his thighs as he tilts your head up, his cock heavy and slick against your lips. The scent of him is overwhelming, musky and clean, a contradiction that makes you dizzy with revulsion.
“Open.”
You shake your head—
He doesn’t wait.
The first thrust punches the air from your lungs. Salty heat floods your mouth, thick and intrusive. Your throat convulses immediately, your body revolting against the intrusion, but he holds you there, fingers tightening in your hair like a leash.
You claw at his wrist, body heaving, choking—
“Breathe through your nose,” he instructs smoothly. His other hand brushes against your jaw, almost… gentle. Mocking. “You’ll take it better that way.”
Tears sting your eyes. You struggle, gagging as he sets a punishing pace, forcing you to take him, every inch, every slow, deliberate push into the wet heat of your mouth. Your own spit dribbles down your chin, obscene, slick strings connecting your lips to the base of his cock every time he pulls back.
The chat goes wild.
She’s struggling so much. Fuck.
Bet she’s soaking through her panties.
Train her. Make her your little office slut.
Your vision goes spotty. Panic claws at your ribs, at your throat, at your lungs screaming for air—
And then he pulls out.
You collapse forward, coughing violently, saliva smeared across your lips, your breath coming in sharp, frantic gasps. You barely have a second to recover before he grips your jaw, smearing the wetness across your cheek with his thumb.
“You’re making a mess,” he murmurs. “I should make you clean it up.”
You barely have the strength to shake your head.
He turns you over instead.
The desk is cold against your fevered skin as he presses you down, one hand firm between your shoulder blades. Your heart pounds so violently you think it might break your ribs.
“You feel that?” he breathes, voice a slow, dark purr. “That’s what you get for spying.”
You try to rise. Try to fight. But the second you move, his other hand slides between your thighs—
And freezes.
A soft chuckle.
“You’re soaked.”
Heat flares across your face, mortifying, wrong.
He presses against you, the thick head of his cock teasing your entrance, nudging, waiting—
On the screen in front of you, the chat begs for him to ruin you.
And then—
He does.
The first thrust rips through you, stretching you open, sharp, brutal, unrelenting. Your back arches as he buries himself inside, filling you too much, too deep, the pain deliciously unbearable.
“You’re gripping me so tight,” he groans, fingers digging into your hips. “Filthy little thing.”
You don’t want this.
And yet, your body betrays you.
And worst of all—
You know this won’t be the last time.
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Ace Attorney: Barok van Zieks, Miles Edgeworth
Arcane: N/A
Blue Lock: Michael Kaiser, Rin Itoshi, Shidou Ryusei, Yoichi Isagi
Boku no Hero Academia: Dabi, Hawks, Katsuki Bakugo, Villain! Midoriya Izuku
Brutal: Satsujin Kansatsukan no Kokuhaku: N/A
Death Note: Light Yagami
Demon Slayer: Giyu Tomioka, Muzan Kibutsuji, Rui, Yoriichi Tsugikuni
Dishonored Series: Daud
Genshin Impact: Alhaitham, Ayato Kamisato, Cyno, Dainsleif, Diluc, Kaeya, Pantalone, Scaramouche, Rex Lapis
Haikyuu!!: Atsumu Miya, Futakuchi Kenji, Kenjiro Shirabu, Oikawa Tooru, Osamu Miya, Suna Rintarou, Tendō Satori, Tetsurou Kuroo, Wakatoshi Ushijima
Honkai Star Rail: Anaxa, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Jiaoqiu, Mr. Reca, Nanook, Sunday
How to Live as an Illegal Healer: Seunghyeon Kang
Hunter x Hunter: Ging Freecss, Hisoka Morow, Illumi Zoldyck, Knov, Leorio Paradinight, Pariston Hill
I’m Not That Kind of Talent: Demon Aru, Duke Illuster Starbe
Jujutsu Kaisen: Kenjaku, Naoya Zen’in, Ryōmen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Shiu Kong
Kill The Hero: Park Yong-Wan
Love and Deepspace: Caleb
Mobile Legends: Bang Bang: Aamon, Claude, Gusion, Suyou
MONSTER: Johan Liebert
Naruto Shippuden: Deidara, Hashirama Senju, Hidan, Kakuzu, Madara Uchiha, Zabuza Momochi
One Punch Man: Amai Mask, Child Emperor, Stinger, Suiryu
Reverend Insanity: N/A
TOUCHSTARVED: Vere
Undertale Multiverse (Human AU): Bill! Sans, Dust! Sans, Error! Sans, Fresh! Sans, Ink! Sans, Killer! Sans, Shattered Dream! Sans, Underfell Papyrus, Underfell Sans, Undertale Chara, Undertale Frisk
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