For how long will I have to live with this pain?
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[Starting high school was a fresh start for me. I met new people and my best friends were by my side. I made lots of happy memories and forgot the bad things from primary school. It was all perfect when it began]
[That day, it started like any other day until I got to school. I was met with staring eyes and whispering voices. Talks about a missing person. Kingsley? Could he be related to Ashton Kingsley? 4 months have passed since the shed incident and we never talked about him at home. I hadn't thought about him in a while]
[Billy drove me home after school and I asked about the missing person case. The man was Dr Anton Boerescu and he showed me the newspaper, it was that doctor again. He kept quiet about my dad when he talked though. I was reading the article then looked up and saw an undercover police car parked on my house drive]
Police Officer: Payton Wilkinson, you are under arrest for the murder of Ashton Kingsley-
[My heart was racing and I was too stunned to speak. I couldn't understand what was happening. Billy tried to take control of the situation, demanding details as he recognised the officers from the other station]
[I wanted to run to my mum, but I was stopped and I froze at the sight. All I could see was her shaking while being handcuffed, crying and denying the accusations. I could hear Billy contacting his chief: he had no power]
Payton: [begging] Please! I would never do such a thing! Billy take care of Vincent! Make sure nothing-
[I was so scared: the police were arresting her for murder. I didn't know what to believe and started suspecting my own mother. The times she didn't seem like her usual self, if she was at work while I was at school, how much she despised him, why she has never mentioned his name. I fell to my knees. She couldn't have, could she?]
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Reader telling off and piquing Sammy’s interest pls
Roll up roll up, time for Samuel's degradation hours. Er... so you know how I said I don't really do NSFW? This is a little steamy. Just a touch. A tad.
This is the first time I've even tried to write NSFW, IT ALL JUST CAME OUT (that's what she said). I am so so sorry if this is completely off the mark of what you asked!
Samuel Seo x Reader: Degradation
A little NSFW
You've been a thorn in Samuel's side for the last couple months. A VVIP along with strict instructions from Eugene to show the best Worker's hospitality.
Too bad you are at each other's throat from the moment you walk in.
"This thug is the president?"
Samuel wears one of his closed-eye smiles, especially prepared for the likes of someone like you. He lets your words wash over him, "All the better to look after you while on Worker's grounds, Y/N."
"Y/N? A bit familiar are we?"
"Sorry ma'am," he forces himself to bow.
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Samuel dismisses you as another worthless rich daddy's girl, fed full with silver spoonfuls of nepotism.
"This is what you do all the time? Pointless meetings and admin?"
"That's how C-suites at my level operate. Maybe this is useful work experience for you." He eyes you lying lazily on his office sofa. He can't find any errors with his initial judgement of you.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just that it might be useful for you to see how the way of the world works "
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As the weeks fly by, your distaste for each other only grows.
"The president of the affiliates following me around like a dog. Don't you have anything better to do?" You round on him in a quiet corridor, digging your nail into his chest.
Samuel grabs a hold of your hand, "I only babysit those that are unable to take care of themselves."
Your face is inches away from his, "How dare you speak to me that way."
Samuel leans in close, murmuring in your ear, "I will speak to you however I want."
"I can't believe Eugene has partnered me with someone as useless as you,"
Samuel lowers himself to look you straight in the eye and baring his fangs, "Maybe you haven't shown your usefulness."
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Each run in with you leaves him more and more heated.
Sometimes at night, Samuel would dream of ways to shut you up. Your mouth only screaming streams of unintelligble words and moans as he uses and abuses you.
In reality or fantasies, the way you look at him stays the same. Eyes full of revulsion and loathing. He prefers it that way.
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You are exceptionally vexing and distracting one evening. Taking up your usual position, lounging on the office sofa as he works towards a deadline behind the desk.
You could have left a while ago, but something about making Samuel's life harder spurs you on.
"Enough, Y/N." Samuel has heard enough of your garbage. "I hear you need Workers as much as we need you."
"Excuse me?"
"So why don't you be a good little girl and behave."
Samuel watches you out of the corner of his eye, striding towards him with purpose. You slam your hands down on either side of his chair.
"Would you like to check your previous statement with Eugene? Because we sure don't need your little company."
"That's not what my sources-"
"I don't care what your sources say. If I walk away now, you and the whole of Workers is fucked."
Shit.
"You should really do your due diligence." He doesn't respond. You know you've got him against the wall.
You lean close.
"You can't touch a hair on my pretty little head, President Seo." You have never addressed him this way before, but fuck if Samuel doesn't feel his body flush at how the words sound coming out of you.
"You can't touch me at all." Samuel's eyes flicker down to your lips.
"And I can do whatever I want." You don't miss the way his eyes rove all over you. You think of a new way to domesticate this wild dog.
"Do you feel like a big man walking around as president? With all these little ants below you?" Samuel feels himself being pulled forward as you twirl his tie around your finger.
Usually he would stop this, but tonight he finds you aggravating, maddening, intoxicating.
"Did you pick out your glasses and style your hair and wear that cologne to impress everyone around you?" His adam's apple bobs as you inhale deeply from his neck, lips almost touching.
"To show how beneath you everyone is?" Feeling the ghost of your breath sends a thrill down Samuel's spine.
"Mr. President, I don't need any of that to show my power." Your tongue darts out for a taste as he releases a shaky breath.
"Let me guess, you rose up from nothing." You walk your talons along his inner thighs, feeling the muscles twitch underneath.
"You made it here and think you can go further." Your hands finally find what they are looking for. You grab onto his hardened length and squeeze.
Samuel represses a whimper, biting his lip to stop any sounds from leaking out. This is humiliating enough as it is. But he is powerless to stop your onslaught.
"You think you have that little badge and meaningless title, and you can speak to me like an equal." Samuel starts to pant as you take his earlobe between your teeth.
Your hand is relentless. You are not gentle.
"You are insignificant. The definition of mediocrity. Pathetic." Fuck. Samuel looks at you with anger and hostility. Never in his fantasies did he think the roles would be reversed, and so goddamn exhilarating. He can't bring himself to make you stop.
"Playing dress up and pretending to be a man?" You backhand him, knocking his glasses askew. Complete desire clouds his eyes.
"When really you're just a disgusting little boy?" Your hand moves even quicker, gripping harder, and Samuel feels his body tense as he draws closer to release.
"Who can barely keep themselves together in the presence of a woman?" You give him another harsh slap, and the cool air stings his cheek.
Finally, he allows himself to groan. Your name slips out unbidden between his lips.
"You will only do as I say, move as I say, think as I say." You suddenly remove your hands and Samuel barely stops himself from whimpering at the loss of friction.
"I own you, and everything around you."
You roughly grab his face, forcing him to refocus on you.
"Now come for me."
Samuel eyes widen equally in pleasure and horror.
The realisation sinks in a split second before anything happens, but there's nothing he can do to stop himself reacting to your words.
You silence his groans with a kiss as he comes undone.
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