Under the Desk Deal

Chapter 1: Silent Negotiations

Veronica, or Roni as her closest allies called her, sat poised behind her imposing mahogany desk at JUP Company. Her sharp, tailored blazer hugged her curves with an authority that matched her reputation as a cutthroat lawyer. The office was a fortress of legal prowess, lined with shelves of law books and framed accolades. But today, the air was charged with something far more electric than contract disputes.

The door swung open with a dramatic thud, and in strutted Bang Chan, the magnetic leader of Stray Kids, his presence as commanding as ever. His leather jacket clung to his broad shoulders, and a smirk danced on his lips as he locked eyes with Roni. They’d been friends for years, their banter a battlefield of wit and unspoken tension, but today, something simmered hotter beneath the surface.

'Well, well, counselor,' Chan drawled, kicking the door shut with a casual flick of his boot. 'I’m here to negotiate some... fine print. You game?'

Roni leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a predatory glint in her eye. 'Chan, I don’t play games I can’t win. What’s the deal? And make it quick—I’ve got a deposition in an hour.'

He chuckled, low and dangerous, as he sauntered closer. 'Oh, I’ll make it quick. But I guarantee you’ll be begging for overtime.'

Before she could fire back, Chan dropped to his knees with the grace of a panther, disappearing under the desk in one fluid motion. Roni’s breath hitched, her composure faltering for a split second as she felt his hands on her thighs, strong and insistent. 'What the hell are you—' she started, but her words dissolved into a sharp gasp as he spread her thighs apart, the fabric of her pencil skirt riding up with delicious friction.

'Shh, counselor,' he murmured from below, his voice a wicked caress. 'Let me plead my case.'

His fingers hooked under the lace of her panties, pulling them aside with a boldness that made her grip the edge of the desk. She wasn’t about to let him have all the control, though. 'You think you can just waltz in here and—oh, fuck,' she hissed as his tongue found her, hot and unrelenting, lapping at her already wet pussy with a hunger that sent sparks up her spine.

'That’s right, Roni,' he growled against her, the vibration making her thighs tremble. 'I’ve got your full attention now, don’t I?'

She bit her lip, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a moan, but her body betrayed her, hips rocking slightly against his mouth. 'You’re insufferable,' she snapped, her voice dripping with both irritation and desire. 'But damn, you’ve got a silver tongue in more ways than one.'

Chan’s laugh was muffled as he slid two fingers into her, entering hard and fast, making her gasp louder this time. Her walls clenched around him, dripping with need, and she couldn’t help but dig her nails into the desk, her sharp mind warring with the primal heat building inside her. 'Keep talking, counselor,' he teased, his fingers pumping with a rhythm that had her sweating, panting, and undeniably horny. 'I love it when you try to stay in control.'

Roni’s eyes narrowed, a smirk curling her lips even as her breath came in short, desperate bursts. 'Oh, Chan, you’ve got no idea who’s really in charge here. But keep going—I’m about to close this deal with a bang.'

Their game was far from over, but as his fingers thrust deeper and his tongue worked her into a frenzy, the office walls seemed to close in, the tension ready to explode into something neither of them could contain.