#4k for leo's deal with the devil

[messifangirl]

i used to not be able to write anything long and now i can't write anything short, this is a problem...

[imagination-of-a-melted-bitch]

Confessionals {Kim Wonshik + Jung Taekwoon} ~Naughty November~

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Prompt:  Leo and Ravi X Reader with CEO!AU prompt #1 please

Pairing: Taekwoon x Reader x Wonshik

Word Count: 4k

Warning: voyeurism

"Come on, admit it," Wonshik sighed, sipping his vanilla shake he had gotten from the small restaurant in the building. "...you sit at your little desk all day and she walks in and out and all you want to do is fuck that tight little ass of hers," He leans in toward Taekwoon who was on the other side of the desk, leaned back in his chair, dipping his french fries into the small cup of ketchup. "...don’t you?” Taekwoon eats the two fries held between his fingers, their ends covered in ketchup. He kinks a brow at the scenario set up in his friend's question. He brushed the salt off his fingers and readjusted his tie, he went to open his mouth but there was a knock on the door, "Speak of the devil..." Wonshik smirks before calling over his shoulder to invite you into the office. You push the door open, files under your right arm, a cup of coffee in your left hand. You put one leg in front of the other and walked into the room with confidence. Your hair was pulled back into it's usual, pristine bum, your glass resting on the bridge of your nose, you wore a tan pencil skirt and Wonshik tried not to focus too much on your ass when you took a seat next to him, you wore a black bouse in accompany to the pencil skirt and you never followed the rules of the office, your heels six inches tall-ivory colored, when confronted about wearing the type of shoe, you rolled your eyes and walked away.

"Hello, thank you Ms. Y/L/N for joining us, you'll have to excuse us, we had a late lunch." Taekwoon picks up the trash bin from beneath his desks and clears the contents of his desk, leaving the ivory desk clearer than anyone else's desk in the office-he was kind of a neat freak. You smile at his apology, acknowledging it.

"It's fine Mr.Jung, really, it's to my understanding that we're meeting today to discuss the statistics of the company for tomorrow's business meeting, correct?" You ask laying the file down on the desk, opening it pointing to a few things on the paper.

"Yes, thank you, I heard that it took three hours of overtime to gather these few facts, I appreciate your work." You smile and look over the paper, Wonshik leaning in to do the same.

"Not to lie I feel like the glue of the company, what would you silly boys do without me?" You joke with a light chuckle, crossing your legs, resting on arms on the armrests of the chair. Wonshik quickly glances over toward you, humoring himself by wetting his lips with his tongue. He tried to keep your relationship professional but sometimes his mind wanders as did everyone's and sometimes he thought about bending you over his desk, pushing your skirt up and teasing you with the tip of his cock under you were begging for him to fuck you.

"As you should," Taekwoon sighs, closing the folder, holding it up for the both of you to see one last time before he slid it into his drawer pushing it shut with a loud bang. "That will be all, thank you." You stand up and bow to both the man before walking out the room, shamefully both their eyes follow you out, the timing of the door closing in sync with their gulps. "God she is beautiful." Taekwoon rolls his head and looks to Wonshik who just stares back at him, giving the man a simple shrug. "You're dismissed Kim, I'll see you at the end of the day..." Wonshik pushes his chair back, bows to Taekwoon before turning on his heel and walking out the door, same as you did.

"You really have no clue how much he wants you." Wonshik murmurs against your skin, his fingers coming up around your back to unhook the black bra you had worn to work. "You know what the two of us were talking about before you knocked on the door?" Wonshik asks, his fingers delicately pulling the zipper of your pencil skirt down, and then dropping to his knees along with the skirt, revealing you were wearing no panties. "Naughty girl, I bet he would love this...to pull your skirt up and bend you over the nearest surface and fuck this sweet pussy of yours." He stands back up, pushing you against the vanity, kicking your feet further apart.

"You never told me," You whisper huskily, eyes raking your body, settling between your legs, "What the two of you were talking about before I came into the room." Wonshik kinks a brow, chuckling whilst shaking his head. He grabbed his cock and ran the tip of it against your wet slit,

"I forgot you got off on things like that...the thought of another man touching your body while your boyfriend watched...I wonder how wet you'd get if I sat in the chair I sat in today and watched Taekwoon fuck you on his desk..." He leaned over your body, eyes finding yours in the mirror of the vanity. He places a hot kiss to your shoulder before he pushes into you. You close your eyes, fingers gripping the edge of the vanity, walls convulsing around his throbbing member. "I would pay anything for Taekwoon to see this look on your face, the look as if you're just taking my cock for the first time ever..." He pulls out of you, placing his hands on the outside of yours, resting his forehead against your back before slamming back into you. The thrust full of such force the vanity shakes,

"Easy there boy," That statement has two different meanings, and Wonshik takes heed to both of them,

"I don't know maybe I should just ask him....I know you want to fuck him, he wants to fuck you, I want to watch him fuck you..." He picks his phone up off the vanity and dials Taekwoon's number.

"Wonshik what are you doing?" He doesn't respond and places his phone at your ear,

"Talk to him, baby girl, beg our boss to fuck that tight little pussy of yours...get him to say yes and I'll let you cum." One of your hands come up to hold the phone in place at your ear. Wonshik's hands fall to your hips and he continues his progressive ascent to his onslaught of your pussy.

"Hello, Wonshik? It's nine at night, why are you calling me so late?" Taekwoon's voice rings through the phone and you feel terrible for having called him so late, he sounded like he had been asleep.

"It's not Wonshik, Taekwoon-it's me, Y/N." Taekwoon furrows his brows, wondering what the two of you were doing together at such late hours of the night. "I've been dying to ask you..." You catch Wonshik's eyes in the mirror and they're dark, determined a smirk tugging at his lips. "Well, I uh, I, well, to get straight to the point...I see the way you look at me Taekwoon," You coo through the phone after stammering over your words. "I know you want to fuck me," You click your tongue, "That's not right Taekwoon, you're not supposed to want to fuck your coworkers." Wonshik bashfully raises his brows, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into him. "But if I'm being honest," Your voice drops to a whisper as if you were trying to hide something from someone in the room with you,"I've thought about fucking you as well Taekwoon," The man on the other end of the phone gasps and there's no response besides the sound of the phone being hung up. "The little bastard-" You narrow your eyes, setting the phone down, "-he hung up on me." Wonshik chuckles dropping his hand between your legs, fingers gathering to rub over your clit, your legs shaking, struggling to stay straight.

"Call him princess, get him to say yes to fuck this tight pussy of yours and I'll let you cum." You sigh and pick up the phone again hitting his contact to redial the number.

"Taekwoon?" You moan when he picks up the phone, "I've been thinking about you...I'm ashamed to admit it but you're such an attractive man, and I want to do so many naughty things to you, what do you say Taekwoon..." There's heavy breathing on the other end of the phone and you smile, "Taekwoon, are you touching yourself?"

"Y-yes." He breaths, jerking his hand along his cock.

"Hmm, I wish I could see," You giggle and Wonshik leans in, hearing Taekwoon's moans through the phone.

"We have an offer for you bud," Wonshik speaks for the first time of suggesting you call Wonshik, "My girlfriend, yes, Y/N-the hot girl in the office we're always talking about is my girlfriend, and she wants to fuck you...can you believe that?" Wonshik chuckles, his fingers quickening on your clit. "So the offer is...tomorrow, you're going to fuck Y/N on your desk-you're going to fuck her real good, and real hard, make her cum real hard and I'm going to watch." Taekwoon's breath hitches in his throat before he's cumming, his cum spilling over his knuckles in deep ropes of cum.

"O-okay, fuck, fuck that sounds hot."

"It does...so do we have a deal?" You ask Taekwoon, receiving an almost immediate yes, "Okay then, I'll see you tomorrow Taekwoon, have a nice night." You hang up the phone, hanging your head against the mirror.

"Good girl closing the deal baby girl...cum for me princess...cum for me." Your nails dig into the marble of the vanity, a screech leaving your lips as you shake your head, the orgasm hitting you hard.." You always cum so hard when someone's watching or listening in." Wonshik coos, not being able to enjoy the feeling of you cumming around him, pulling out to cum on your lower back. You look over your shoulder at him, and he chuckles looking up at you. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't wear panties tomorrow, we're in for a big day."

"Are you sure you want to do this Taekwoon? I don't want you to force yourself into anything for our entertainment." The usually cool and calm Taekwoon was nervous today, falling apart at the seems. You sat on his desk, a leg on either side of him as he sat in his chair, eyes nervously raking over your body, Wonshik's chair pulled to the side so he didn't miss a moment of the action. "Taekwoon?"

"Yes! Yes, I am sure. I want to do this," You smile at him, looking over at Wonshik who nodded for you to go on. You cup Taekwoon's cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip before leaning down, lips crashing into his. He's too nervous to do anything and you can tell by the way his tongue swipes over your bottom lip.

"Don't be shy," You giggle, grabbing his hands and moving them to your chest, "I know you're a dom, don't be intimidated by me, I'm still just plain ole Y/N." His squeezes your chest and you let out a small moan for his sake, and as planned this encourages him and he starts to deeply massage your tits, raking his teeth over his bottom lip.

"You're so much more than plain ole Y/N, I've watched you grow over the past four years in all kinds of ways and although I've tried to surpass these feelings I have for you it's incredibly hard to do so. As Wonshik said I sit at my desk all day and you walk in and out of my office and all I want to do it fuck the shit out of you, like legs over my shoulders, making you feel every inch of me, making you scream for me...god, the thoughts I've had about you would make a pornstar blush." Wonshik raises his brows and leans into the scene, his middle-section pressed against the desk.  He was truly interested in the boss' choice of words.

"Such as?" You ask drawing out the 's', placing your hands over his, trailing them down your body, settling on your hips. You move your hands from his and finger walk up both his arms, smoothing out the crinkled suit over his shoulders.

"I-I shouldn't say," He blushes himself and you and Wonshik frown,

"Maybe another time, because I'd sure love to hear those dirty things you think of that'd make a pornstar blush." You move your hands to your lap, using your foot to push Taekwoon's chair back. After you have the room you take your heels off and slide them one by one to the end of the desk toward Wonshik. You stand up in-between his legs, "Unzip my skirt Taekwoon...." His fingers delicately scamper around your back and he pulls the zipper down with eagerness and caution. He pulls your skirt down your legs by the hem of the skirt--his eyes widening when he sees you have no panties on. "Just for you,"

"Sit up on the desk..." You do so without hesitation and he quickly looks over at Wonshik as if asking for permission,

"Don't worry about me...ask her." Taekwoon looks toward you, gently running his fingertips up your leg, You drape the leg over his shoulder, pulling him into you.

"The big boss' face buried between my thighs? Hell yeah." Taekwoon chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist the other holding onto the leg draped over his shoulder. He bows his head and his usually shaggy hair is slicked back, his eyes visible as he darts his tongue out to flick it over your clit. The action is simple, easy but you're already soaked, just from the fact that Wonshik was watching. Taekwoon notices and the first thought to cross his mind is to taste you, to taste all of you. He spreads your lips and presses the tip of his tongue against your clit, dragging it down your slit before pushing it into your tight entrance. You lean back on your left palm, letting the fingers of your right hand bury themselves in his hair, destroying his slicked back style. "Fuck!" He curls his tongue into your g-spot, gently rubbing his thumb against your clit. Your stomach convulses, back arching into his touch.

"Hmmm," Wonshik groans and you look over to find him stroking himself, he winks at you before nodding back toward Taekwoon. You look down at the older man, his eyes focused on your face, watching your every reaction to the way his tongue caressed your patch of nerves, his thumb pressing harder into your clit.

"I'm close," You warn him, "So close, god you are really talented with your tongue!" You let out a breathy chuckle, pulling him closer to your core. Taekwoon's hand comes up, removing your fingers from his hair and he pulls away from your core. "What the hell?" His hands find their way to your thighs, and his juice coated lips pull over his teeth in a smug smirk.

"My cock was growing jealous of my tongue...I need to be inside of you, like...now." He stands from his chair, hands leaving your thighs to undo his belt and the button of his slacks. He pushes them to his ankles, along with his red briefs-the color suited his complexion fairly well. You whistle in appreciation at the length and girth of his cock, he was two inches shy of Wonshik's cock but he was thick, god he was thick. "Do you need anything? Do you need me to wear a condom?" You shake your head, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"I'm on the pill." You smirk, reaching down to place the tip of his cock at your entrance. Your eyes meet his as you use your legs to push him into you. The look on his face was everything as your walls eagerly swallowed him. He held himself up on either side of you, his jaw-dropping, a breathy moan falling from his lips. Wonshik chuckles, his hand leaving his cock as his orgasm neared.

"I had that same reaction first time I felt her." Taekwoon finally opens his eyes, looking down at you,

"Are you going to move?" You tease, wagging your brows. Taekwoon nods, slowly drawing his hips from your form,

"Oh no you don't," Wonshik scolds, "You promised you'd fuck her...fuck her Taekwoon, fuck her good." Taekwoon unwraps your legs from his waist to throw them over his shoulders, he winks down at you before slamming back into you.

"Shit!" You hiss, his thick cock pushing deep into you at this new angle. Wonshik chuckles at your reaction,

"She loves that angle, becomes a fuming mess,  you know you're fucking her good when all she can do is lay there and take your cock," All Wonshik speaks his hand on his cock begins to move quicker, his thumb messily flicking over his leaking slit. Your hands reach up, pulling Taekwoon closer to you, your legs move out to the side and Taekwoon presses his chest against yours. "The most intimate thing is to kiss..." Wonshik runs his index finger over his bottom lip, slowing his hand along his cock. "Kiss her Taekwoon, let her taste herself on your tongue." Taekwoon softly presses his lips against yours, your tongue swipes over his bottom lip and he parts his lips allowing your tongue to lick into the heat of his mouth. You caress his tongue with yours, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Taekwoon's thrusts are sharp, hard, his cock pushes into you over and over again, your juices gushing around his cock. He reaches over, swiping his entire hand over your clit, his actions jerky, erratic, almost desperate for you to cum. "He's close princess, I can tell by the way he's thrusting into you, the way he's moving his fingers over your clit, almost desperate for you to cum because he's so close." Taekwoon has to pull away from the kiss, his breath becoming harder to catch as he nears his own orgasm. "Fuck!" Wonshik grunts, his seed hitting the side of Taekwoon's desk, the thick and sticky seed dripping down the side of the desk in heavy beads. "I'm sorry-" Wonshik looks up at the both of you from the side of the desk to find you shaking as your orgasm hits you.

"Cum inside of me Taekwoon, fill me with your cum..." Your toes curls and Taekwoon pushes your legs further apart, fingers still moving over your clit until he twitches inside of you, his seed filling you shortly after so. "Thatta boy," You coo, raking your nails against his scalp, tightening your walls around him, easing him through his orgasm as he had down with you. Taekwoon pulls out of you and sits in his chair, chest rising and falling, hair sticking up in every which way.

"Thank you." The two words repeatedly roll off his tongue, and he pulls his briefs and slacks up, weakly buttoning them up and tightening his belt. Wonshik does the same, both men sitting there, trying to catch their breaths. Taekwoon grabs your skirt off the floor and pulls it back onto you, he doesn't bother with the zipper, sitting back in his chair. "So is this going to be a common thing?" Taekwoon looks between you and Wonshik, a hopeful look on his face.

"Wonshik?" You ask, standing up on your shaky legs, pulling the zipper up. "What do you say, baby?"

"If that's what you want." Wonshik smiles watching you slip your heels on.

"Yeah, he's earned his way in." You cup his chin, quickly pecking his lips. "Who knew the boss had it in him, oh yeah, I did, Mr.Kim you're a total fucking dom." You and Wonshik gather at the front of his desk, smiling from ear to ear. You rake your fingers through your hair a few times before settling on pulling it back into a ponytail.

"Okay, that's settled then. I'll see you both later on...for now, you're both dismissed."