Tits Be So Suckable

Tits be so suckable

intern (ot8) [volume one]

pairing: free use intern!reader x office workers!ateez

preview: getting this type of job feels so wrong. but you need money and hey, they're all hot.

tags/warnings: fem!reader, free use, perv!ateez, monster cocks for all of ateez i fear, it's pretty much all dom!ateez but woosan do like to beg to cum so do with that what you will, ties as restraints, hair pulling, spit kink, spanking (with hands and belts), degrading, praise, pet names (slut, whore, cumdump, doll, baby, princess), throat/stomach bulge, sometimes it's one at a time and sometimes it's five, voyeurism, hand jobs, oral (f+m receiving), vibrator torture, crying, anal, two cocks in one whole who cheered, so many creampies [these are general tags for all parts, not all of these will be in every part]

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 3.7k

song recs for this fic: blind by ateez

a/n: the other parts will come soon i promise

you sit in the office of the man who’s interviewing you. you stare at him and then back down at the papers he put in front of you. you have yet to touch them, fearing what the man had described as a “risky contract.” you gulp down your fear and open the thick package of paper. the first page reads: “intern at strictland corps.” pretty normal, right?

just as you feel your fear retreat, you read the fine print underneath the larger text. “contract of the free use intern.” all of the blood drains from your face and you almost feel like collapsing. you’d heard of positions like this in media, but you didn’t think they were real. 

“free use?” you ask, your voice giving away your anxious feelings. “yes, do you know what that means?” your interviewer stares daggers into your eyes as you nod. “then please, read what the job entails.” you gulp down your pride and flip to the next page.

your eyes skim over the words, barely registering anything. you pick up on words like “orgasm” and “plaything.” once you’ve finally read through it, you place the contract back onto the large desk. you fold your hands in your lap and clear your throat. “can i ask for one thing before i sign the contract?” the man in front of you raises his eyebrow, a signal for you to ask. “can i see the men i would be working for?” selfishly, you want to make sure you’re not working for middle aged, washed up men. especially since the contract said there were eight of them.

“very well. follow me,” the man rises from his chair and walks around his desk. you follow him swiftly, hoping and praying that your possible coworkers are attractive. you arrive to a big black door labeled “ateez zone.” he swipes his key card and opens the door for you to walk in before him. 

you keep your eyes on the ground until you hear the door click behind you. when you finally look up, you scan the room hesitantly. you’re met with eight pairs of eyes staring you down. these men are not the type of men you expected. you’re being stared down by the most attractive men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. they’ve all paused what they were doing to look at you puzzled. you stand there, speechless. 

“what are you doing with this girl, hyung?” the seemingly tallest one asks your interviewer. “this girl is interviewing for the intern position and wanted to see you guys before signing the contract.” you gulp, remembering the contract. “will you be signing it?” the one closest to you asks, staring up at you. everyone in the room suddenly seems much more interested in you and your decision.

“um, yes. i will be signing the contract,” you nod, turning to the man behind you. you come to find that he brought the contract with him. “please sign then, y/n.” you take the stack of papers and a pen from him. you sign your name over and over on over ten pages before finally finishing. 

“i'll introduce you to all of them before taking you back to my office and giving you all your essentials for your first day tomorrow.” you nod and take a deep breath and turn back to the group of men you’ve just signed your life away to. 

“the tallest one over there is yunho. the one standing next to him is his best friend, mingi. they like to share everything.” there was something sinister in the way he said that, and the way yunho cocked his eyebrow at you confirmed your suspicions. they were definitely going to share you.

“the one with the long hair in front of you is seonghwa. sitting across from him is hongjoong. another set of best friends. hongjoong prefers to watch seonghwa’s antics though.” you catch hongjoong scanning your body, and shooting a suggestive look to seonghwa. they seem to have agreed that they like what they see.

“the really buff one is san. the one sitting next to him is wooyoung. they don’t do anything separately. anything.” you turn to see wooyoung pointing his phone at you and snapping a photo. he whispers something to san and they both snicker.

“and finally, the one with the birthmark is yeosang and his desk mate is jongho. don’t be fooled by their cute faces, both of them could snap you in half. i hope you like headlocks,” yeosang clicks his tongue and hi-fives jongho. “you picked a good one, hyung. she doesn’t look too easy to break,” yeosang says to your interviewer. 

“all right guys, that’s enough eye-fucking her. she’ll be back tomorrow.” wooyoung blows you a flirty kiss as you’re forced out of the room and back towards the office you came from. you force out a hard sigh, finally catching your breath. you enter the office space and sit down in your original chair as the weight of what you’ve just consented to hits you.

your interviewer drops a large box in front of you. “this box contains three variants of your uniform that you can rotate through. all three variants contain a short skirt, a white blouse, a blazer and garters. panties are your choice, but most of the boys prefer lace.” you open the box and nod, having first spotted the uniforms. “you must wear heels everyday. half of them prefer pumps, the other half prefer stilettos. i recommend you buy a pair of each, they must be black.” 

you pull your phone out and start a new note on your notes app, writing down everything you’re being told. lace, black heels of two different styles. “as for your hair, most of them prefer a ponytail or a braid. avoid having your hair down often, if ever. you can do whatever with your makeup, they don’t have a preference except for their love of simple eyeliner.” 

you write some more notes as he speaks. hair up, simple makeup. were you really going to alter your appearance just for a job? unfortunately, yes, yes you were. you saw the way they all looked at you. you want this. “you’ll find your key card on the bottom of the box. send a photo to the security email tonight and they’ll have an id card for you tomorrow morning.”

“avoid coming to work while you're on your period if you’re uncomfortable with period sex. these are mature grown men, so they don’t mind a little blood. but if that’s outside your comfort level, you are provided with a week of vacation time a month.” this shocked you. no such accommodations had been offered to you before in a professional setting. “you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

you nod, writing that down as well. it will definitely take you a while to get used to all of the things that are expected of you. “I have a question,” you state, realizing there was something that had been completely glazed over. “how much will i be paid?” a smirk appears on the man’s face, seeming to be excited about what he’s going to tell you.

“your salary is 4000$ a week. the guys can add to that as they see fit. they may also buy you gifts, take you on shopping sprees, et cetera. they are wealthy men, they do with their money what they wish.” you jaw drops as he continues to speak. this much money? do they suck at fucking or something and they try to make up for it with money?

just as your interview is wrapping up, the man hands you a small folder. “this folder contains general information about all of them. name, age, height, date of birth. most importantly, though, a list of their kinks. i assure you, miss y/n, these men are not vanilla.” you peek into the folder, just wanting to know one small thing. ‘choi san, 25, 5’9”, july 10th 1999, stomach bulge...’ your eyes widen. what does stomach bulge even mean? is he really big enough to… no way. 

“please read through everything in the folder on your own time tonight. you must be well educated before starting tomorrow.” and with that, you’re escorted out of the building, box under one arm and folder in the other. “see you tomorrow, miss y/n.” 

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once you finally arrive home, you sigh, positively exhausted. you decide the first order of business is to take a decent selfie and send it to the security email. you need your id immediately tomorrow after all. you redo your makeup and fix your hair before taking a couple selfies. you select the best one of the bunch before writing a nice email and sending it off.

next up is to going through that folder. you need to know everything about them for literally tomorrow. you get up, pour yourself a cup of tea and spread out all the papers. you collapse onto your couch, getting comfy for a long night. 

park seonghwa: 26, 5’10”, april 3rd 1998. kinks: spit, choking, giving head, sensory deprivation. 

kim hongjoong: 25, 5’7”, november 7th 1998. kinks: voyeurism, mutual masturbation, overstimulation, vibrator torture. 

jeong yunho: 25, 6’1”, march 23rd 1999. kinks: throat bulge, spanking, brat taming, degrader.

kang yeosang: 25, 5’8”, june 15th 1999. kinks: hair pulling, praise, forced submission, dacryphilia.

choi san: 25, 5’9”, july 10th 1999. kinks: stomach bulge, edging, degrader, marking.

song mingi: 25, 6’0”, august 9th 1999. kinks: begging, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, riding.

jung wooyoung: 24, 5’8”, november 26th 1999. kinks: wax, biting, ruined orgasm, forced orgasm.

choi jongho: 23, 5’9”, october 12th 1999. kinks: headlocks, choking, blindfolds, whips. 

by the time you’ve read everything to the point of memorization, you’ve had 4 cups of tea and changed location 3 times. living room, bathroom, bedroom. they’re so young yet so wealthy, and so kinky. 

you decide to hop in the shower so you’re at your freshest for work. you shave basically from your neck down. you do your regular skincare routine before heading to your room. you lay out your uniform options. one is black, one is navy and one is a dark green. you decide to leave out the navy one for tomorrow. you hang up the other two in your closet. you search your underwear drawer and find your one pair of lace panties. you’ll need to go shopping this weekend if you wanna keep your job. 

with everything laid out, you decide to finally crawl into bed. the only problem is that you physically cannot sleep. whether it’s excitement or nerves, you have no idea. you think back to all eight of the men you had seen. the ones you’d be working with.

yunho and mingi seemed so intimidating, even from far away. being so tall, they were basically guaranteed to be hung like horses. they both have such dominant kinks, both seeming to be very into the idea of making you sob for them. you shudder at the thought of taking both at the same time.

seonghwa and hongjoong seemed a little less intimidating. hongjoong being a watcher was something that didn’t surprise you. he had that mischievous look in his eyes that gave that away. besides, how could someone not want to watch a beautiful man like seonghwa at work?

the two who scared you the most were wooyoung and san. everything about their body language told you they wanted to destroy you. they gave opposite vibes. in the sense that san would definitely be in control of both your orgasms, not just yours. 

yeosang and jongho both have kinks related to their strength, which only mildly terrified you. you could tell even through yeosang’s white button up that his arms were huge. you almost drooled at the thought of being put in a headlock by him. your mind even wandering to having jongho’s hands around your throat, restricting your airflow. 

if you hadn’t been so tired, you would’ve been positively dripping by now. but instead, you were lulled to sleep by your fantasies. you can only hope that your coworkers will treat you well and you’ll manage to enjoy your job.

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you jerk out of your bed, your alarm almost scaring your soul out of your body. realization crashes into your exhausted body. you’re starting your intern job today. you shoot out of bed and rush to get ready. hair? up. makeup? simple. uniform? steamed to perfection. you stare at yourself in the mirror, almost being in a state of not recognizing yourself. 

as you head towards your front door, your knees get wobbly. you're genuinely nervous for this. you put on your one pair of heels, thanking god that you've always preferred pumps anyway. you climb into your car and pray that your body is more ready than your brain. 

you make the twenty minute drive to the office building and park in the spot labeled “intern.” it's the spot closest to the door. how convenient. you have a feeling walking out of this building later may not be easy. you take a couple deep breaths before you walk into the building. 

you walk to the reception desk and smile brightly. “hello, i’m the new intern in ateez zone. i just need my id.” the receptionist gives you a weird look before digging out your id card on a lanyard. you give her another quick smile before scanning your key card to be let into the rest of the building. you check your email and you're reminded that you're on the 8th floor. 

you get into the elevator and your hand shakes as you press the button to the eighth floor. it feels like the elevator goes in slow motion as it ascends the building. finally, it dings and the door opens to the long hallway. your heels click and echo as you make your way to the door. this is it. this is your life now. 

you scan your key card and push the final door open. you find all eight of them huddled around what you assume to be your new desk. wooyoung waves excitedly at you, being the first one to notice your presence. “noona!” he cries out, as if you guys had been friends for years. you smile and bow at the waist to your coworkers. they all disperse from your desk and walk over to you, standing at the entrance.

“so…” hongjoong says, crossing his arms over his chest and scanning his eyes up and down your form. “you’re the intern.” you nod, gulping silently. “yes, i am. i visited in here yesterday, if you guys remember.” they seem to agree amongst themselves that they do remember you.

you smile again and push through the crowd of them and set your stuff down on your desk. you turn around and you’re met with yunho and mingi standing side by side, towering over you. “your workday starts at 9am. it’s 8:55, so we’re gonna spend the next five minutes explaining how today is gonna go. then, at exactly 9am, seonghwa and hongjoong are gonna bend you over your desk. got it?” you freeze in place like a deer in headlights. you can barely get your head to move in a nodding motion before they start speaking again.

“it’s your first day so we all agreed to go a little easier on you,” mingi says with a smirk. you sigh in relief before realizing that their grins are too wide to indicate that they were telling the truth. “I'm just kidding, we don’t care that you just started. however, your first round will be a little nicer than the rest. we are the biggest, in size and height, that’s why we won’t be your first round.” as if on cue, seonghwa and hongjoong appear beside each of them. “hi doll,” seonghwa says, smiling at you seductively. you check the clock. 8:59am. “last but not least, feel free to be as loud as you want. this part of the building is soundproof.” the clock ticks. 9:00am.

as warned, you’re immediately bent over your desk. mingi and yunho saunter away, giggling to each other. you can hear them say something like “she’s too cute.” you’re too preoccupied with being touched to pick up on everything.

hongjoong fans his hand over your ass, admiring the curve of your spine. seonghwa grabs the zipper on the side of your skirt and pulls it down agonizingly slowly, kissing you shoulder sweetly. “i promise you’ll enjoy every second of this, pretty girl.” finally your skirt hits the floor and your bare skin is met with the cold air. 

“oh fuck. look at how pretty she is,” you hear from a desk adjacent to yours. you don’t know them by voice yet, but you assume that that was san’s voice. you feel two pairs of hands grab at your underwear and pull them down. your skirt and panties gather at your ankles as you're admired by everyone in the room. 

you can hear all of them stop clicking away at their computers as you’re finally exposed to them. you hear collective whispers, full of compliments and lewd comments. “oh, you’re gonna feel so good, baby,” hongjoong says before grabbing a handful of your hair and jerking your head back. you grip your desk for dear life, your only reminder of being alive and not dreaming. 

before you can speak, you feel slender fingers prodding at your entrance, circling it as if to torture you. you buck your hips back, trying to gain some form of pleasure. “desperate much?” seonghwa scoffs in disbelief. embarrassment floods your body, flushing your face bright red. “aww, she’s embarrassed now. hongjoong, stuff her mouth before she starts acting like a crybaby.” you can practically hear the smirk in seonghwa’s voice when telling hongjoong what to do with you. 

you open your mouth, maybe to protest or maybe to argue against the crybaby allegations, but you’re shut up with your throat being filled. you gag, your throat contracting around hongjoong, causing him to throw his head back and let out one of the most attractive noises you’ve ever heard a person make. 

“look at you, so perfect and pretty. you like being used like this, you’re dripping,” seonghwa taunts you, following his sentence with a thrust of one finger into you. you choke, saliva dripping out of your open mouth. hongjoong grips your hair again and moves your head back and forth. “such a wet and warm throat, perfect for my cock,” hongjoong says between strained moans. seonghwa abruptly shoves two more fingers into you, causing you to grip your desk harder, your knuckles turning white. 

“three fingers in and you’re already like this. i think you need another cock already.” he pulls his fingers out and fiddles with his belt. you can barely even focus on what he’s doing because of hongjoong. he forces your head all the way down on his cock, blocking your airway for at least 15 seconds. your nose meets his pelvis as you search desperately for oxygen. finally, he lets you breathe and you gasp and cough. almost as soon as you feel relief, your shoved back down at the same time that seonghwa shoves into your weeping hole. you cry out around hongjoong and he only laughs. “aw baby, does it feel good?” seonghwa asks, smacking your ass until it’s bright red. 

seonghwa opens a drawer in your desk, revealing it to be full of toys. vibrators, dildos, etc. your eyes widen as he grabs a smaller vibrator and clicks it to a high setting. he presses it to your clit and you cry out around hongjoong’s cock. you're met with another smack to your ass, causing your eyes to roll back. you can hear a giggle from him, followed by a moan. your fingers start to cramp with how hard you’re gripping your desk. your clit is so sensitive that your legs shake violently, trying to keep yourself supported.

hongjoong wraps one of his hands around your neck, cutting off your airflow even more. your face turns bright red as you become more desperate for oxygen and release. “you’re being so good, gasping for air around my dick,” hongjoong taunts you, causing you to furrow your brows and choke out more saliva. a puddle forms under your chin on your desk, your spit spilling out of the corners of your mouth.

they thrust in and out of you simultaneously, barely letting you breathe or even feel real. you can feel your release building up but you have no way of telling them. you release your grip on your desk and reach one arm back to grab seonghwa’s arm and use the other to grab hongjoong’s thigh.

“aww are you close, you slut?” you tighten your grip as if to desperately say yes. hongjoong pulls his cock out of your mouth and removes his hand from your throat, turning your head towards the desk where san is sitting. “ask san if he thinks you deserve to cum. he’s been watching you so intently and patiently,” you catch san’s eyes with your own teary eyes and pout. “please, let me cum.” he gives you a fake pout back before smirking. “you can beg better than that,” san says before getting up and replacing hongjoong’s hand in your hair with his own. “i need it, please. i can’t-” you release seonghwa’s arm to grip san’s waist. you looks at you with such loving eyes before kissing your forehead. “i think so. be a good girl and keep eye contact with me while you cum, baby.” you dig your nails into seonghwa and hongjoong’s skin as you finally fall over the edge. 

san lets go of your hair and walks away, just in time for hongjoong to turn your head back to him and finish on your cheek and nose. seonghwa digs his nails into your hips, dropping the vibrator on the floor. he finally finishes, pulling out and watching his cum drip out of you. “you did so well, baby. you’re so pretty,” seonghwa says, kissing the base of your spine and walking away. 

you pant, finally being able to catch your breath. your arms go limp and you press your cheek to your desk. you move to lift yourself up and hear a scoff from behind you. “don’t bother getting up. yeosang just finished his report. he’s ready for you. and by the looks of it, jongho is too,” san warns you. you sigh and lower yourself back onto your desk and just lie in waiting. 

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