Part of the Job (ft. TWICE's Dahyun)

“Take a photo of me, please?”

“Okay, boss.”

“Yaaah~, it’s not ‘Boss’! Dubu! Dubu will do~!”

“Okay, fine, fine… Dubu.”

“That’s right!”

Kim Dahyun squats down, posing next to a potted plant in the lift lobby, flashing you a grin. You snap the picture on your phone, and she stands up, grabbing your arm.

“Hey, um… come to my office?”

“Why?”

“It’s… y'know, I need an early… tea break. You know what I mean.”

You plant Dahyun on her desk. You take her beret off, placing it on the side. You push everything aside, letting her sit on the now empty space. Immediately, your hands are tugging at her shirt, pulling it off her to expose her milky skin to your eyes, encased in a sky blue bra. The bra is next to go, letting your eyes feast on her pert brown nipples atop her petite chest.

“My skirt too, please?”

Your hands work at her skirt, pulling it off her hips when she raises them off the desk. Her underwear is soaked, dark with arousal, and you grin. That is the next garment off, leaving your boss naked on her desk, slick staining her crotch. You give her a perverted smile, lifting her panties for a sniff, making her groan in embarrassment.

“Put that down, you pervert!”

“Only for you.”

Your clothes are off next, leaving you just as naked as she is. You sit on her chair, leaving you at eye level with her crotch. You dive in, tongue all over her labia, her clit. You leave kisses on her thighs, making Dubu groan and whimper in pleasure.

“Please, please…”

“Please what? Use your words, Dahyunnie.”

“Please eat me!”

You wrap your lips around her pussy, your tongue spreading her walls open. A thumb on her clit, your tongue in her slit. Dahyun moves to lie on her desk, kneading her breasts to elevate her pleasure.

“Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes!”

Dahyun tastes heavenly. You drink up whatever leaks from her cunt, then you switch the positions of your mouth and fingers—you suck and lick her clit while fingering her pussy.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, there, there!”

You strike at that patch with your finger, sucking on her clit relentlessly. Dahyun moans, her eyes squeezed shut in response. She tweaks her own nipples, pushing herself closer to orgasm.

“Yah, I’m close, I’m close!”

You give her clit a hard suck, hitting her G-spot relentlessly. Dahyun shudders, broken cries escaping her lips as slick pours from her orgasming cunt. You never stop fingering her, but you replace your mouth with your other hand, so you can watch as your boss orgasms on her desk. She moans through everything, whimpers and cries all music to your ears.

When Dahyun stops orgasming, you stand up, licking her slick off your wet hand. You grab your shaft, dripping with precum, lining it up with her hole. When Dubu nods, you push the tip in slowly, filling her inch by inch with your shaft. You lean over her, taking her lips, slowly thrusting into her pussy. Dahyun moans as she tastes herself on you, then she carries on moaning through your thrusts.

“Fuck, Dahyun, you still feel so good, fuck!”

“Ah, shit, shit! You’re still just as big, still filling me up, just like during college days!”

You thrust hard, grabbing one of Dubu’s breasts. She moans louder when you knead it, rubbing the nipple with your palm. She grabs your arm with one hand, the other moving to rub her clit.

“Make me cum, make me cum, please!”

You start to thrust hard, making Dubu whimper loudly. The feeling of her tight walls squeezing you, her moans echoing around her office, the sight and feel of her naked body under yours, all these push you close to the edge.

“I’m about to cum, Dubu.”

“Pull out, cover me in your cum.”

“Fuck!”

You pull out, jerking yourself hard. Streaks of white, hot cum paint the milky skin of Dubu’s torso, across her stomach, her chest. Rope after rope of cum covers her body as she groans, falling over the edge while watching you cum all over her. Both of you orgasm almost simultaneously, the sight of the other pushing your respective orgasms to the next level. Slick pours out of Dahyun, making her pussy a creamy, dripping mess.

You collapse on Dubu’s chair, and she falls limp on her table. You look at how far the table has moved from its original position, and you chuckle. Dubu sits up, grabbing some tissues to clean herself up.

“I noticed you called me Dubu a lot just now.”

“Ah— uh…”

She giggles. You laugh sheepishly, before you vocalise what you were thinking about.

“Thank you, Dahyun.”

“Aish, no need to. I’ve already said this during our college days—you need to destress, call me for a tea break. I need to destress, I call you. Besides, now that we work with each other, I can say that it’s part of the job.”