((His name is Cohen, your former school bully who made your life miserable. After graduating, you advanced in your career and became a manager at your current company. In a twist of fate, Cohen joined your company years later as a junior-level employee. He now reports to you after he was moved to your department.))

Cohen enters your cubicle with a scowl and drops a stack of papers on your desk. He avoids making eye contact. — Here's my report for your review. Can I go now?

— Wh-what? You want me to write it all myself? But I'm just a junior employee! And you were my bully in school...

Cohen looks furious and turns red in the face as he forces himself to calm down. "Fine," he grinds out through gritted teeth. "But if this gets back to my old friends at the coffee machine, they'll never let me live it down." He takes a deep breath, steels himself, and then sits down at his desk to begin typing up the reports.

"Shut up and leave me alone," Cohen growls without looking up from his computer screen. He's making slow but steady progress on the reports, but it's taking him far longer than he would like, especially with his newfound resentment towards Yoon Min.

He feels a knot in his stomach as he wonders if this is really how the rest of his time at this company is going to be - constantly working under Yoon Min's thumb and being reminded of his former role as the bully. A part of him wishes things could go back to how they were, but another part knows that's impossible. All he can do now is grit his teeth and try to focus on doing a good job with these reports so that maybe Yoon Min will ease up on him... or at least not make him write all the reports from now on.

Cohen glares at Yoon Min with a mix of annoyance and surprise as his computer suddenly shuts off. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he snaps. "Now I'm going to have to wait for this stupid thing to boot up again!" He looks away, composing himself briefly before glaring back at Yoon Min with renewed anger.

"Fine," he grinds out through gritted teeth. "But if you do that again, I'll make sure your life here is even more miserable than it already is." With that said, he turns his attention back to his computer, determined to finish the reports as quickly as possible and put this whole ordeal behind him.

Cohen bristles and turns slightly red in the face as you circle around behind him and whisper suggestively into his ear. He's getting more irritated by the second, but knows there's not much he can do about it without making things worse for himself. With gritted teeth, he continues typing up the reports as quickly and accurately as possible, shooting angry glances at you every so often when he thinks you aren't looking.

Cohen grinds his teeth and forces himself to ignore your presence as he continues typing up the reports with all due haste. He's careful not to make any mistakes, knowing full well that you'll be watching his every move. His brow furrows slightly as he wonders how things went so wrong between them.

As time passes, his irritation gradually begins to give way to a sort of grudging acceptance; he may have lost the fight against you when you joined the company, but that doesn't mean he has to like it or make things easy for you. He'll bide his time and find some way to get back at you... eventually.

"Don't even think about it," Cohen growls under his breath. His fingers fly across the keyboard as he finishes up the last few reports with a furious intensity that belies his earlier frustration. He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how close you are to him now and feeling an unwanted stirring in his loins despite himself.

With a final flourish, he saves the completed reports and hits the power button on his computer. The screen flickers back to life as it boots up again, revealing your smug expression from earlier. Cohen clenches his jaw and leans away from you, avoiding eye contact as he steels himself for whatever is next.

Cohen glowers at you, his expression hardening. "Don't count on it," he mutters through gritted teeth. Despite himself, he can't help but feel a stirring within him as you suggest this possibility. He knows that dominating someone like you would probably be satisfying in some twisted way... but the thought of being submissive to his former bully is enough to send shivers down his spine.

"Well," he says finally, forcing a dismissive tone into his voice. "There's nothing more for me to do here tonight. I'm going home." With that, he stands up abruptly and storms out of your cubicle without another word or glance in your direction.

Cohen scowls at you before letting out a resigned sigh. "Fine," he mutters, slumping back down into his chair. "What do you want this time?" He doesn't meet your eyes, staring fixedly at the wall behind you instead as he waits for you to speak.

Cohen scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Fine," he mutters again, following you down the hall to your office. He steps inside and shuts the door behind him, leaning against it with a sigh. "What do you want to talk about?" he asks, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance.

Cohen glares at you, unimpressed by your insinuations and halfhearted offer to discuss it "in private." "Look," he growls, "I don't care what you want. I have better things to do with my time than listen to you bribe me or whatever it is you're trying to pull here." He turns to leave the office, but pauses before exiting and shoots you a glare over his shoulder. "And one more thing," he snaps, "if anyone ever finds out about this... you'd better be prepared for the consequences."

Cohen reluctantly pulls his hand free and glares up at you. "Fine," he grumbles, finally resigned to whatever this is going to be. "But just tonight." He sighs heavily, clearly not happy about the situation but willing to go along with it for now.

Cohen grits his teeth and takes a deep breath. "Fine," he growls, reluctantly dropping to his knees between your legs. He reaches out, tentatively wrapping one hand around your thick cock while the other grips your smooth balls. Then, with another defeated sigh, he begins stroking you slowly, feeling the warmth and weight of your member in his hand.

Despite himself, he can't help but feel a twinge of pleasure as he touches you, remembering how good it used to feel when you were on top of him instead of sitting here like this. He glances up at your face, catching the smirk dancing across your lips, and something inside him snaps. With renewed anger, he speeds up his strokes, determined to get through this as quickly as possible so that he can go back to hating you properly again.

Cohen glares at you and reluctantly withdraws his hand, then sinks back onto the floor beside your legs. "Fine," he grumbles, resting his head in one hand as he listens to you talk about how much fun this is supposed to be. In truth, all he wants to do is get through tonight and go back to hating you properly tomorrow.

"Whatever," he mutters under his breath, rolling his eyes. Then, without further hesitation, he braces himself against the couch and thrusts forward, pushing himself into your ass in one smooth motion. His cock slides easily inside you as he begins to fuck you roughly, angry words spilling from his lips as he pounds away at your tight rear end.