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𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 — 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!secretary!reader, phone sex ( kind of ), mentions of nonconsensual filming during sex, this fic is FULL of dubcon, masturbation ( him ), orgasm control, cumming without being touched, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

your phone was vibrating in your clutch again. you try your best to force yourself to ignore it, and instead focus on the way your date smiled at you. he was so kind, and you were already feeling guilty for so many interruptions.

“Quite a diligent worker, aren’t you?” he felt awkward, you knew that by how he avoided your eyes, and instead looked at your buzzing bag on the tabletop beside a hardly touched glass of champagne. “Or, is it just a pain in the ass boss?”

you force a giggle, placing a hand over the clutch. “Pain in the ass boss.” you knew it was figurative, but you were also thinking about how much literal pain Ainosuke Shindo has put you through thus far. a single typo in an email could leave you stumbling out of his office with the stinging imprint of his massive palm on your tender ass, and had many times.

thinking about his hands now, you felt a warmth rise in your cheeks. you couldn’t imagine those long, cruel fingers without remembering how they felt teasing your gag reflex when he shoved them down your throat as he bent you over his desk. how they pinched and prodded at your most sensitive regions, and how they cut through the air to strike your cheek when you talked back to him. he could be so damned strict, especially with you.

and that’s why, in this moment, you knew you had to answer yet another call. “Two minutes, tops.” you promise your date, who looks a bit disappointed.

“Again?”

“Sorry…”

“Not your fault,” he huffs, “it’s just… it’s eight PM on Saturday night. Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, just turn the thing off?” you frown, fingers tapping on the bag as you pull it closer. “Whatever he needs can wait until Monday when you’re back in the office.” he rests his hand over top of yours, trying to convince you with a gentle stroke of his thumb against your knuckles. however, you knew Ainosuke Shindo. he’d be monstrous if you ignored his calls.

“It’s not that kind of job.” you reply, and excuse yourself, pulling both your hand and the vibrating clutch from under his, and you hold it close to your chest. “I’ll be quick, two more minutes and then I’m yours.”

your date sighs, but nods, leaning back and tracing the rim of his glass with his finger, boredly. “Two minutes,” he repeats. “Hurry back.”

you felt like a real dirtbag as you saw his expression deaden, but you turn and hurry to the ladies’ room, unzipping the bag and ripping your phone from it.

fuck Ainosuke.

your ire was hot by the time you hit the green button on your screen, and inhale to let him have it. consequences be damned, you were pissed that he had ruined your night.

“This is extremely inappropriate, Mr. Shindo—“

“Do you remember the sound you made when I first slipped my cock into you?”

all that nerve melted as your eyes widened, staring at yourself in the mirror. “H— huh—“

“I’ve been recalling it,” he answers, simply, “watching the first time I fucked you again tonight.” you knew he kept videos, the man had— on many occasion— whipped out his phone while you slobbered and struggled to suck him, and pulled your hair back so you were forced to stare up into the lens. he’d instructed you to ‘smile for the camera’ when you were trembling and leaking cum on his desk, fucked out of your mind. and you had no doubt in your mind that his office was infested with cameras that you didn’t know about. “Can you hear it?”

you could.

beyond his voice, you could hear the muffled whimpering. he was watching you on what you assumed to be his desktop, and you were mewling and begging him to be gentle because he was big and you were nervous. you could hear the ferocious slap of his skin against yours, and the way he grunted to punctuate the pounding. it was so loud, you worried that the other women milling around the sinks where you stood would hear, and you clasped the phone tighter, shying away in hopes to muffle it. “Y—yes sir…”

“You were so shrill,” he murmurs, and you can hear the subtle slur in his words as if he were biting down on his lip and attempting to talk at the same time, “every time I shoved another inch inside, you only screamed louder. But you were so wet, you were dribbling pussy juice down your thighs.”

“Mr. Shindo…” your voice trails off to a soft murmur, and you clench your thighs together. you didn’t want to hear this. it was bad enough that you had to remember how gracious your body had been to be violated by your boss for the first time.

“Drooling all over my desk, making a mess of yourself. I’m watching you right now, and I can count the thoughts disintegrating as I fuck them out of your little airhead, those hopeful eyes of yours going glassy and fuckdrunk.” Ainosuke moans, and you can hear the rustle of his suit— he must be palming his crotch with his free hand. “My cock is hard.”

the pooling in your gut intensifies with his confession, your sex throbbing as she wakes, and you tuck your knees together to keep them from buckling. “I— I— I have to go, I’m not— I’m out—“

“Is your pussy not wet?”

it was.

you sealed your lips, lest the question coax a moan from them.

“It is, isn’t it? What’s wrong, are you ruining your little panties thinking about me? You can hear yourself getting ruined, and you just know I’ve got my big cock in my hand, and you can’t help yourself, your thighs are getting sticky, hm? Your guts are all bunched up?”

you shift on your heels, glancing as the final woman leaves the restroom, and you’re finally alone, before you breathe out a weak, “Yes, sir.”

“Those knees getting shaky? Hm?”

“Y—yes, sir…”

“Soft, little clit swelling, begging to be played with.”

it was as if he were making it so, and you lean against the metal hand dryer and tilt your head back against the wall, allowing your eyes to close. you didn’t want to catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see what you were doing— getting off with your boss while your date waited for your return. but your date was long forgotten as your free hand grasps haplessly at your core through your dress. “Y—yes—“ it’s breathy, when your fingers swim against the soft fabric to press hard to your button.

“Don’t touch, just listen.”

blinking, your hand stops moving, fingers grasping your skirt instead, and you bite down hard on your bottom lip. you could hear him spit, you assume into his own hand, because moments after, the slick smacking started. quick paced, in tandem with your squealing emanating from the speakers on his end. he was jacking off to the same rhythm he fucked you. “This is your fault,” he groaned, and you slithered haplessly against the wall. his voice was so husky, so leveled with lust oozing into your ear, “You should be here, right now. On your knees, worshiping this fucking cock.”

you hated that you wanted to be.

“I want your little pussy to throb, to clench on air, while you listen to me fuck my hand. I want you to wish you could play with your needy cunt because the sound of me moaning for you is driving you insane.”

“F—fuck,” you utter, soft, as your rub your thighs together, “M—Mr. Shindo… p—please…”

“Please what?”

“Can I— can I— touch…”

what were you saying? you most certainly should not have been as desperate as you were to fondle yourself, but he was right. the culprit was the sounds he made. the ragged breathing, and the mewling, expertly paired with your digital twin screaming that he was breaking you, had your eyes rolling back behind your lids. your head smeared against the wall, your core clamped down on nothing. you wanted to strum your cunt, you wanted to cum.

“Not even with your pinky finger.” he answered, blunt and definitive. you stifle a frustrated whimper when his pace picked up. he was stroking fast, the side of his fist kissing his base with loud, sickening slaps. “Suffer.”

“Suffer for doing this to me.”

you whined, gripping the phone tighter.

“Suffer for making me so fucking hard and expecting me to handle it myself.”

Ainosuke was growling through clenched teeth now, and you knew he was close. just knowledge that he was on the brink intensified the bubbling in your lower belly, and your hips buck forward, humping the air, desperate to grind on something— anything would do, but his lap was ideal.

“Suffer for acting like such a slut. Whimpering and needy on the phone with your boss while that poor bastard sits out there and waits. Your entree’s ice cold, your zero thinks you ditched him,and you’re begging me to let you fingerfuck yourself.”

he knew where you were?

that shouldn’t have been surprising, but you were still taken aback.

so, was this all calculated? a scheme hatched in order to ruin the first date you’d been able to go on since starting work as his secretary?

“P—please, Mr. Shindo!”

“Shut up, I’m cumming.” he barks, and you clamp your tiers together, eager to hear the sounds of him unraveling. the rapid-fire jerking, the hitched breath, and the loud moans seal your fate, and you tremble, too. hips rocking with nothing there to intensify the orgasm he’d built on words alone, you release a strangled moan and stomp your feet, melting halfway down the wall as you give into the partial climax.

“Are you still with me?”

it must’ve been moments after, because Ainosuke’s voice was mostly level, and your breathing was slowly but surely going back to normal.

“That little orgasm didn’t turn your brain off yet, did it?”

“I—I’m here…”

“Good enough,” he purred, “there’s a car waiting outside for you.”

you blink, trying to focus on his words and gather your bearings. “To take me home?”

Ainosuke chuckles, and it’s a wicked, unnerving laugh. “Absolutely not. I came all over my hand, and you’re going to get your little ass to the office so you can clean the mess you had me make. I want you suck it off of my fingers and my cock when you get here.”

you were already nodding, stumbling to push the door to the restroom open, and when you do, your date is standing there. he takes one look at you— your eyes slightly hazy and your balance not quite right, and you wonder if he can smell your arousal through your soaked panties. he opens his mouth to speak, eyebrows furrowed in concern, but you blurt out before he can.

“I have to go.” thighs shaking just behind the fluttering of your skirt as you careen around him, you add, “My boss called me into the office.”

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