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you sigh, exasperatedly, as you lean your head against the wall of your co-worker's office. you're reading through legal documents in preparation for an upcoming trial and the papers never seem to stop. you look in the direction of minwoo, your aforementioned co-worker, who is sitting in a chair, reading glasses propped on his nose bridge, a hazily lit reading lamp illuminating the surface of the desk in front of him, black suit jacket hung lazily over the back of the desk chair.
"we don't get paid enough for this." you complain.
he chuckles, not looking up from his papers.
"no shit."
you hum, leaning over to set your papers down on his desk before returning to your original standing position.
"and why did you decide to take this case, attorney kwon?" you ask playfully, though with a tinge of annoyance behind your words.
"i need the challenge. i have to be better than woo youngwoo. she can't keep getting whatever she wants." he explains.
you laugh.
"oh my god, woo youngwoo isn't doing it on purpose, she's just good at her job. besides, why are you so focused on her?"
as you're saying this, minwoo sets his papers and glasses down and gets up from his chair. he walks around his desk to stand across from you, his taller height becoming much more apparent than it had before. he crosses his arms and looks you in the eye.
"why are you worried about me being focused on her?" he steps closer to you. it's a small office- it's not hard to get close with a few steps. he's now mere inches away from you and you can faintly feel his breath fanning your face. "are you.... jealous?" he raises an eyebrow and smirks at you.
you feel your heart nearly beat out of your chest. maybe its the alcohol you had earlier or maybe because you're delirious with unrest, but you can feel your cheeks heat up and you hastily reach your arms around minwoo and envelop him in a kiss. its desperate and definitely not appropriate for the workplace, but you didn't care. nobody else was on your floor and it was so late, it didn't matter.
one of minwoo's arms hooks around your waist and rests on the small of your back, the other grasping your hair. you feel his tongue against the bottom of your lip and instinctively open your mouth into the kiss. minwoo moves his hand further down your back and presses your hips into his, and you're suddenly aware of how hard he is. he pauses and pulls away from the kiss, bodies still intertwined.
"this is okay with you, right, y/n?"
you nod
"attaboy"
you flush at his words. he begins kissing your neck, sucking a dark hickey or two into your skin all the while unbuttoning your dress shirt. moans and small whines fall from your lips. he unlatches from your neck, loosens his tie, and unbuttons his dress shirt, untucking it from his pants. you remove your shirt, discarding it on the floor. you moved so your back was to the desk.
minwoo put a hand onto the the desk behind you, trapping you between his arm and the wall. he lightly ran a hand over one of your top surgery scars, and you suddenly felt much less insecure about having your shirt off. you run your hands under minwoo's shirt, on the shoulders and remove it before slowly dropping to your knees. you hear your co-worker's breath hitch at the sight and he quickly unbuckles his belt.
"you have no idea how long i've dreamt of this." he confesses. you simply smile and undo his pants, pulling down both his pants and his underwear to reveal his cock. he's big but not monstrous. perfect, even.
"you don't have to-"
you put your mouth around him and he moans, throwing his head back. minwoo blushes in embarrassment. if anyone was left in the office, they'd surely heard him- but it was late, and nobody was there. he replaces his hand on the desk, almost hunching over you, his other hand wrapped in your hair, rooted at the base of it. you slowly take him in and out of your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks. minwoo groans and curses, "fuck" "y/n" "oh my god" and the like. he bucks his hips into your mouth and you gag.
"sorry, sorry"
you were unfazed. you then voluntarily took all of him in your mouth and began blowing him down to the base of his cock.
"m'gonna cum, y/n, m'gonna-" he warns before stilling and releasing down the back of your throat with a loud groan.
"up. on the desk." he commands.
you get up on the desk, papers and pens clattering to the floor and he hovers over you, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, then your jaw, before settling at your ear, his hot breath sending sending goosebumps down your spine. his right forearm lays beside you, propping himself up as his left arm snakes down to unbuckle your belt and remove your pants and underwear completely, throwing them somewhere on the office floor. you spread your legs for him and he snakes his free hand down to your folds.
"so wet for me. all because you sucked my dick, huh?"
he teases, whispering in your ear. he leans back from you and presses against your entrance, teasing you.
"fuck, y/n, are you really gonna have me fuck you on my work desk? what if attorney jung walks in? or maybe you'd like it if someone caught us, hm?"
"just fuck me you idiot." you retort, horny and tired of waiting.
"oh?" he thrusts fully into you, pants still hanging at his hips. you can hear the belt buckle clink even over both of your moans. the desk hurt your back, but the pleasure you had now much outweighed any kind of pain or stiffness you'd have in the morning. he slowly rocks in and out of you, a lazy, open mouthed smile painting his mouth, accompanied with lustful half-lidded eyes. you tried your best not to screw your eyes shut in pleasure as he quickened his pace. the desk creaked below you and more papers fell to the floor, but it wasn't a concern in that moment- you'd clean up later.
a hand reached up to caress your cheek.
"such a good boy for me." minwoo managed to coo between moans. you couldn't reply- you were a babbling, incoherent mess of groans, moans, and whines as he hit your g-spot. the only thing you could muster up was a weak "fuck, minwoo, right there."
he sped up even faster, and your head was spinning. your hips slapping together was loud, and accompanied with the lewd and wet squelch of your insides. your back arches and you squirm beneath minwoo, coming ever so close to orgasm.
"i'm gonna cum, y/n. let's do it together, ok?" he suggests, taking your hand in his, holding it. you whine. you're seeing stars as minwoo hits your sweet spot over and over, fucking you to orgasm with a loud cry.
you both take a moment to calm down before you speak
"we should've done that a long time ago"
"agreed"

the next day you walk into work and for some reason, everyone is staring at you. there's no way anyone was at the office last night- they couldn't know what happened. even attorney jung was startled at your appearance when you came to get extra materials from his office.
it wasn't until youngwoo ran into you that you found out what everyone was looking at.
"y/n, good morning."
"ah, good morning woo youngwoo."
"is that a hickey on your neck? are you seeing someone?"
your face flushes
"oh um. yeah it is. i didn't even see it this morning, i get too lost in my routine to do anything different."
"mm, i do the same thing."

you make your way to minwoo's office to see suyeon in there, mouth agape at minwoo.
"morning, guys."
"you fucked?!?" suyeon exclaims.
"be quiet!" you beg. "how do you know?"
"well both of you idiots walked in with hickeys this morning, and you both stayed here together late last night. i'm not stupid just because i'm pretty." she elaborates. "jeez, men are so dense."

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suyeon rolls her eyes and walks out of the room, leaving you and minwoo in silence. you notice that you can't see a trace of a hickey anywhere. his tie looks tighter than usual.
"so.. what was last night?" you ask.
"id say a friends with benefits thing- unless this was a one time thing" minwoo suggests.
"i think i would have to agree- with the friends with benefits of course, i'd love to, um, do that again.." you fumble over your words, careful to hide your excitement. minwoo was definitely attractive and you were perfectly fine with that arrangement, but you couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. you weren't certain why, but you found yourself wishing for more. you shook yourself out of your thoughts.
"well then, should we head to attorney jung's office? i believe we need to coordinate a meeting with the defendant." you propose, adjusting your collar so it covered the bruise on your neck.
"mm, yeah." minwoo agreed, hastily standing up from his desk. he walked closer to you and moved your collar back so the hickey was exposed. he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "don't cover it. i want everyone to see my work" before leaving the office. he stood outside the door, smiling innocently at you.
"are you coming, attorney l/n?"
your face was hot with embarrassment. you clear your throat and recollect yourself.
"y-yes, i'm right behind you."

your case- the one you had been reading about the night prior- was a murder case. a prolific celebrity was found dead in his home with his wife. it was later found out the celebrity had been having an affair with a co-star of his. today, you were going in for questioning.
you and minwoo sit in front of bulletproof glass, separating you and your client. shes a smaller lady with messy jet-black hair and round eyes. she looks like she's been crying.
"mrs. seon, you were there the night of your husband's death, correct? could you relay to us what happened?" you ask, careful with what words you say.
"isn't it in the police report? why do you need to ask me again?" she asks, voice wavering. her eyes gloss over with tears and she looks as if she could cry.
"we just think it would be beneficial to hear your recollection one more time." minwoo reassures gently. you nod.
"hm, well, i was making dinner and i went into the living room to check on hwan and he was just on the floor. he-he had a knife in his chest and-" she begins to cry.
"i'm sorry, you don't have to tell us if you don't want to- i should've known this might have been a bit much for you, mrs. seon." you interject, panicked.
"no, it's fine, i'll continue." she assured, waving her hands at you behind the glass.
the client's name is seon iseul. she is 2 years younger than her late husband, seon hwan. you recount the facts in your head while iseul prepares to talk again. she recounts the night where she found her husband dead to you and minwoo. you ask a few more questions, but none of them lead anywhere. you thank her for meeting with you and promise to try your best to defend her at the upcoming hearing.
as you're walking out of the building you run over the case with minwoo.
"i think she might be lying." he says.
"even if she is, we have to prove otherwise- or reduce her sentence. i personally believe her. have we been able to locate jwa myeongok?"
"the mistress? no. suyeon is on that. should i call and ask her if she's made progress?"
"no, i was just curious is all. if she has found her, she'll report it to us back at the firm." you pause for a moment, the silence glaringly awkward.
"what did junho say when you got home late last night?" you ask, not thinking anything of it.
minwoo stutters and laughs nervously, a tinge of pink dusting his cheeks.
"ah, well, he didn't think anything of it. we cleaned up pretty well, i think. the only person who i think has caught on is suyeon, but you two are pretty close so i figured that would be okay."
"oh. ok." you said blankly. it didn't bother you if suyeon knew- you didn't know what you were supposed to say to that. the ride to the firm was silent.