❝ FILTHY AND FORBIDDEN ❞

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Warning: NSFW 

A/N: (Feb 2, 2023) revising this book as of now, but since I don't write smut anymore, I'll just do some minor edits. (I won't delete any nsfw chapters don't worry lmao) enjoy tho'  💀

"I'm done here."

You passed the papers on to the other worker, yawning as you finally ended your shift.

Just the usual day, typing, making paperwork, and serving. You honestly preferred this than to be with Bonten, with their suffocating presence, threatening aura, how before every dinner, you would sit with them at the table, feeling your appetite fade away, how whenever they were spending time with you, you would shy away, nervousness looming over you, especially those days when you would feel their stares on you.

You haven't also seen Mikey, Rindou, and Koko for days now, the other Bonten members said that they just handled some business.

"You may now leave, Y/n." One of the guys with a mask said while you nodded in response. You still have no slightest idea what their identity is. Nonetheless, you followed their so-called 'policy'.

"Where's Mask?" You asked before going out of the office.

"He's just working with the others; Bonten's paper works are now overloaded, so mask assisted the others."

"Ah, right, thank you—"

"Wait, Y/n— since you're going out as well, can you pass this to sir Haitani Ran?" One of the workers said as he passed you a folder.

"Oh..." You swallowed a lump in your throat, blinking as you hesitantly reached for the folder.

"Or I'll just hand it to-"

"Nah, give it. You don't even gotta ask me twice." You said and snatched the folder then ran away

You walked to Ran's office and took a deep breath before knocking at the door.

Silence.

You took another look at the folder, opened it, and saw some essential information. You had no choice but to hand it along because the document may be important.

Deciding to not waste your time, you finally opened the semi-opaque glass door since it's not locked.

"Sir?" You took a look around the dimly lit room. 

"Y/n." You flinched as you heard his voice from behind. "What are you doing here?"

"Um, they asked me to give you this." You passed the folder to him. "Sorry if I entered your room, you weren't answering."

After you passed the folder and bowed, you quickly walked out of the room, but then a hand closed the door before you can go out.

"Huh?" Your breath hitched as you looked back at him.

"You're not done here yet, the report isn't complete." Ran said after he flipped the pages on the folder.

"But I'm not the one who's making them." You replied.

"Oh really?" He raised a brow while skimming through the file, humming. "Learning these in such a short period of time can be quite a handful for you, yeah?" 

"Wait, I mean, yeah? But that's not my job and on the contract—" You were cut off as he walked to his desk, sitting on his office chair as he placed the folder on the table.

"Sit here." Ran raised his head as he motioned you to sit.

"No thank you, sir, I need to go—"

"I said sit." The sudden drop in his tone made you follow him, scaring you a bit.

You stood up in front of his desk, looking everywhere in the office except at him.

"Why do you look so tensed?" He asked.

"Ah w-well..." You quickly replied, desperately thinking of a word to say but nothing came to your mind.

"Sit here." He patted his lap.

"Excuse me?" You almost choked on your words.

"I don't like repeating myself." He said, starting you a bit.

"Oh?" Your brows furrowed, but still went around the desk, and sat on his lap, feeling a bit of nervousness and chills in your body.

"This is so awkward." You whispered under your breath, thinking he couldn't hear what you just said.

"Awkward huh?" He chuckled from behind, in this position, you can clearly feel his breath behind your ear.

"You should learn how to be more composed with your boss more often," He shook his head in disappointment sarcastically. "We'll be doing lots of things in the future, can be next day, can be tomorrow, can be later, can be now."

"You're our employee now, Y/n." He added.

"Well, let's start now." He said as his hand slipped under your arm, shocking you a bit, but he only reached the papers from the desk.

"So, when making a report, you should read the contents, not once, not twice, but more than thrice, especially before submitting it to us, we don't want any mistakes in here." Ran stated, his words displaying his strictness.

When it comes to these kinds of things, you think he's the most composed and professional of them all.

"Each section should have a bulleted list beside the indention, and put all of the charts and summary at the last pages." He said, showing you the files and documents on the computer screen.

After some minutes of explaining and instructing, you nodded and finally understood.

"Get it now?" He asked.

"Yes."

Feeling a wave of boredom wash over you, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. Fortunately, you weren't facing him, so he didn't see, but if he had, who knows what might have happened to you.

"So you only knew how to make such reports now? Aren't those masked guys training you well?"

"Well..."

"I guess that's a no, starting today I should train you more often, hm?" He said, then moved his legs, which startled you a little, and you shifted on his lap, feeling a little uncomfortable in the position.

"Goddamn," you thought.

"Now do it, show me how you'll do the report." He said as he gave you the stacked papers.

"Right..." You grabbed the keyboard, printed papers, and ball pen, checking each mark on the pages, remembering what Ran taught you a while ago.

"Read this, it's the instructions." He muttered as he puts in an indention.

"The contents written on this company are essential, rules and regulat—" You were cut off when you felt his legs shift beneath you, causing friction. You tried not to think about it, biting the insides of your cheeks to concentrate on the letters on the file.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you." He commanded.

"The contents written on this company are essential, rules and regulations should be followed, the vis—" You said more loudly, but you were cut off as you felt friction from below, and you couldn't help but lose focus as you felt his legs bouncing second by second, and the fabric in your skirt was starting to wrinkle.

"Sir." You tried to call his attention.

"Did I say to stop reading?" His tone was commanding. "Continue reading, start again."

"I-I can't..." You whined, but he moved his leg more harshly, you quickly bit your lip to stop the sound that nearly escaped your mouth.

"It'll be quite a shame to disappoint one of the executives, right?" Ran questioned.

"Well damn," you thought, trying to compose yourself. "Sorry, Sir."

"T-the contents... written on t-this company— a-ah..." A sound escaped your throat, in a panic, you quickly bit your lip, attempting to stop the sound and the movement of his legs under, until you heard a deep chuckle from behind.

Ran covered his surprised reaction by laughing to seem unbothered, but he knew it had an effect on him that made his eyes widen slightly.

"Mhm, what's that again?" Ran asked.

"Uh," you panicked now. "Shit shit shit."

"I'm asking about the content you're reading," Ran asked.

"O-oh, well." 

You felt his hand grip your waist, and you jolted from the contact, trying your hardest not to focus on the shifting of his leg under and instead, the file in front of you.

"What's stopping you from reading?"

"Sir, your— your leg." You murmured. "C-can I sit somewhere else please?"

"I love how you say please, but if you stand up, aren't you afraid that if there's a damp spot on my lap?" He smirked, raising his brows as you looked behind him.

Your eyes widened, you looked down and saw that he was wearing a suit, and light grey pants, how a damp spot can easily be visible. You felt ashamed as your cheeks heated up. 

"I'm afraid a rookie employee like you who only receives a minimum wage can pay for her sequences. Can be morally or... physically." He whispered as his face went closer to your ear, feeling his hot breath on your neck, leaving you flustered from the heat. He puts some strands of your hair behind your ear, tucking it.

"But don't worry. As your supervisor, I can take your mistakes, so better prepare to reciprocate it." He lets out a deep chuckle, a raspy voice, words saying such as you should only listen to him and only him. His other hand left the paper and keyboard on the desk and went to your thigh, instead of gripping for your waist, now it's your thigh, he gripped them tightly, and you knew it will leave marks. He pries them open as his hand went higher.

Squirming under his grasp, you felt a hard bulge under you, feeling agitated and desperate, you grind at his thigh. You heard a low groan from behind, and he then grabbed your jaw, making you face behind him. He didn't waste time kissing you hungrily and passionately, marking purple marks on your jaw and neck.

"S-sir wait...I—" You stuttered, your thighs shaking as your hand was trembling on the desk.

"You want me to stop?" He asked, stopping his movements.

"Answer me."

You shook your head, looking down in shame. "No..." You whispered under your breath.

"What was that?" He smirked. "I can't hear you, baby."

"I said don't—"

"Don't what?"

"Don't stop, sir." You admitted through your gritted teeth. He noticed your plucky behavior at this moment, making him smile.

"Gladly." His other hand that is gripping your thigh now went on your entrance, rubbing a damp spot as you whimpered. His fingers were gliding down inside your underwear, fully exposed to him.

"Stand up, face me." He patted your thigh, making you stand up and sit on his lap again, but this time, facing him.

"Ah, damn." He groaned as you moved on his lap, feeling your clothed clit brush against the hard bulge inside his pants.

"Ride my thigh." He said, you started moving your hips as whines escaped your lips, you placed your hands on his shoulders, grinding on his thigh, feeling so wet and pleasured by the friction and contact.

"I'm only asking you this once," he asked between his pants and heavy groans. "Do you want me?"

His face came closer to yours, plainly teasing you, wanting to hear those obscene lustful words from you.

You put your mouth in a pout, your lips trembling as you nodded slowly, your eyes becoming glossy.

"Yes sir." You answered, oh how you never thought that these filthy words will come out of your mouth.

"I'd be amused to hear you beg." He replied.

"Please, sir— I want it..." You said, almost stuttering and choking on your words, feeling all humiliated. They said that your own self knows your body, right? But that's not what you felt right now; you felt like something, like he was in charge of it, like voodoo in action, with controlled movement on your hips, ecstasy, and a barrage of filthy sounds escaping your purity, like an angel in bliss.

You indeed fell for his enticing trap, and he had you wrapped around his finger.

It felt forbidden, all wrong, this is wrong, fucking with your boss? You thought, wanting to stop, but the blazing hunger in his eyes and the heat emanating from him were too much to bear; it was all for your own guilty pleasure.

"I finally got you." He said as he kissed your forehead.

But you didn't see that he had a devilish smirk on his lips.

He has a predatory look on his face as if he has you cornered.

"However, isn't it filthy?" He whispered, your eyes widen as you tried to look up at him, but his grip on the back of your head was too strong.

After all, he's your boss and you're just his mere employee, right?

He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him, where he noticed tears forming in your eyes and a malicious smirk on his face.

"Filthy how I got my dear employee begging for me."

Forbidden.

"But don't worry, I'll take care of that."

All so forbidden.