Chapter Text
Under the glittering Manila skyline, Maloi, radiant in her backless dress, confidently danced through the crowded rooftop party, laughter and music swirling around her.
She was celebrating—finally free from the clutches of her toxic, pervert, maniac boss and officially set to start at her dream company tomorrow.
Her drink was long gone, but the night was only just getting good.
She slipped away from the crowd eventually, a bit breathless, and made her way toward the bar for a refill—heels clicking lightly on the tiled floor.
She wasn’t looking where she was going when it happened. A shoulder. A body. A scent—clean, expensive, unfamiliar. She collided hard into someone, nearly spilling what remained in her glass.
“Shit—sorry,” Maloi muttered, stepping back instinctively as her eyes flicked up—
The woman was effortlessly poised, dressed in a tailored black suit that hugged her frame like a sin. Her dark eyes flicked down to Maloi’s dress, then back up—unapologetically.
Calm. Quiet. Dangerous.
"And hot as fuck," Maloi thought.
A small pause stretched between them—tension crackling like a wire ready to snap.
“You good?” the woman asked, voice low.
Maloi blinked, shook off the jolt of attraction, and smirked. “Yeah. Just thirsty.”
The woman cocked her head. “Bar’s this way.”
They fell into step. Maloi, still slightly dazed, slid up beside her and tapped the counter.
“Rum coke, please. Light on the coke.”
“You sure about that?” came a low voice beside her.
Maloi turned fully this time—eyebrow arched, smirk ready.
“Hmm?” She replied, lips curling. “Got something better in mind?”
A beat passed.
The woman nodded to the bartender. “Two Don Julios. Neat.”
Maloi let out a soft laugh. “Classy.” She offered her hand. “Maloi.”
The woman took it, grip firm, thumb brushing slowly over her skin.
“Colet.” She said and looked at Maloi over again—more assessing this time. “You don’t look like someone who just drinks rum coke.”
“And you don’t look like someone who talks to strangers,” Maloi teased.
That earned the faintest smirk. “Maybe I can make exceptions.”
Maloi leaned against the bar, glass in hand. “Then, I hope I’m worth it.”
Another pause.
Another long look.
“You are.”
Ding!
As they stepped out, Maloi’s back hit the mirrored wall in the hallway with a thud, and Colet’s mouth was already on hers—hot, hungry, and desperate.
Maloi moaned into the kiss, hands gripping at Colet’s hair, nails lightly grazing her nape as their bodies pressed flush together.
Colet’s thigh slid between hers, grinding upward with slow, purposeful pressure.
“Fuck,” Maloi gasped against her lips, hips rolling instinctively. “You do this with all your exceptions?”
“No,” Colet murmured, licking into the brunette’s mouth again. “Just the ones worth it.”
The heat between them was unbearable as they stumbled into the penthouse, still tangled together. The door slammed shut behind them.
Colet's hands were already pulling the dress up over Maloi’s hips, squeezing her ass, lifting her effortlessly and pressing her to the nearest wall. Maloi’s legs wrapped around her waist on instinct.
The penthouse was sleek—glass walls, floor-to-ceiling views of the city, sleek black marble floors—but Maloi barely had time to admire.
She was too busy being kissed like she was about to be ruined.
Colet's mouth is on her neck as she whispered against her skin. “Wala ka bang pasok bukas?”
“Meron,” Maloi panted, tilting her head to give her more. “But if you fuck me good tonight, maybe I’ll call in sick, even if it’s my first day.”
Colet chuckled, voice dark and promising. “Oh, I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll forget your name.”
Maloi didn’t doubt it. Especially not when she saw the hunger in Colet’s eyes as she laid her down on the cool leather couch, finger already tracing her slit over a soaked lace thong.
Colet dropped to her knees, spreading Maloi’s thighs with confident ease.
“Wet already?” she asked, eyes locked onto hers. “All this for me?”
Maloi bit her lip. “All yours…”
Colet grinned.
She hooked her fingers into the thong, yanked it down, and buried her face between Maloi’s thighs like she owned it.
Maloi gasped, one hand clutching the armrest above her, the other tangling Colet’s hair as the first drag of tongue hit her clit.
Deep, deliberate, and lethal.
“Shit— Putanginamo —!”
Colet licked again a long, slow stripe from Maloi’s slit to clit, humming at the taste, then sucked the clit into her mouth and flicked it fast with the tip of her tongue, coaxing moans that Maloi couldn't hold back.
“Oh fuck, wait—wait—ang sarap—Ah…”
Colet was relentless.
Licking, sucking, circling—then tongue-fucking her so deep Maloi’s thighs trembled uncontrollably.
Her body tried to jerk away, overwhelmed, but Colet's hands held her down, thumbs digging into her hips with just enough pressure to leave her marked.
She was loud. Messy. Wet.
And Colet wasn’t stopping. Not until she got what she wanted. “Ang sarap sarap ng puke mo… I could fucking eat this all day,”
Maloi broke apart with a scream, hips bucking as her orgasm hit, long and toe-curling. Her body shook, muscles clenching, gasping Colet’s name even as she tried to breathe.
And still—
Colet didn’t stop. Just licked her through the aftershocks, greedy and unrelenting.
Before she could recover, Colet rose to her feet, eyes dark and blown out with lust.
She undid her pants. Maloi’s breath caught.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, eyes locked on the thick, heavy cock standing proud between Colet’s legs.
Flushed. Veiny. Real.
“Surprised?” Colet teased, stroking the shaft once, slow and deliberate, precum glistening at the tip.
Maloi’s mouth watered. “Impressed.”
She slid down from the couch, dropping to her knees like it was instinct—dress bunched up around her hips, cheeks still flushed from the orgasm Colet had just ripped out of her.
“I want it,” she said, voice rough.
Colet smirked, stepping closer. “Then open up, love.”
Maloi gripped the base with one hand, steadying the weight, then leaned in and licked a slow stripe from the base up to the head.
Colet’s breath hitched. “Oh. Fuck—”
Maloi licked again, teasing the underside with her tongue, swirling around the crown before finally wrapping her lips around the tip.
Colet let out a low, guttural moan.
“Tangina, ang galing mo...”
Maloi sucked deeper—taking inch by inch into her mouth, eyes flicking up to watch Colet’s face twist in pleasure.
Her pace was slow, wet, deliberate. She loved the way Colet’s hips twitched, the way her hand curled into Maloi’s hair but didn’t force—just held.
“Putangina…” Colet groaned, jaw clenched. “Ang init ng bibig mo… parang sinisipsip mo kaluluwa ko...”
Maloi smiled around the shaft, pulling off with a loud pop, a string of spit connecting her swollen lips to the tip.
“You like that?”
Colet’s eyes were wild. “You have no fucking idea.”
Maloi dove back in—faster now, bobbing her head, hand stroking what she couldn’t fit as her spit coated the length. Her other hand slid between Colet’s legs, fondling the heavy balls underneath with featherlight touches.
Colet swore—loud and dirty, hips jerking involuntarily.
“Fuck—love—puta ka—slow down or I’m gonna—”
Maloi moaned around her cock, the vibrations sending Colet staggering back, bracing herself on the armrest behind her.
“Maloi, shit—”
That name on Colet’s lips was almost enough to make Maloi moan again.
She hollowed her cheeks, sucked harder, faster—sloppy and ruthless, spit dripping down her chin.
“Putangina mo ka,” Colet gasped, thrusting shallowly into Maloi’s mouth. “Ang sarap mong tsumupa—parang ginawa kang para dito.”
Maloi pulled off again, gasping for air, a strand of drool and precum dangling from her lips as she looked up at her.
“Cum in my mouth,” she rasped. “I wanna taste you.”
Colet didn’t even last ten seconds after that.
With a strained groan, she grabbed Maloi’s hair, pulled her close, and spilled into her mouth—thick, hot, endless.
And Maloi swallowed every drop.
Even when it dripped from the corner of her mouth, she licked it clean.
“Holy fuck,” Colet whispered, watching her.
She then grabbed Maloi by the jaw, thumb smearing the last trace of cum from her lips, “You’re something else, huh.”
Colet kissed her again—deep and messy, like she didn’t care she was tasting herself.
Maloi moaned into it, lips swollen and spit-slick, gripping Colet’s shirt and pulling her in.
“Bed,” Colet rasped. “Now."
Maloi didn’t argue.
She let herself be lifted, strong arms wrapping under her thighs, and was carried like she weighed nothing into the bedroom—a king-size bed in the center, city lights painting the room in a haze of gold and blue.
Colet dropped her onto the mattress with a bounce, standing over her like a dark, fucking dream.
They locked eyes—Maloi already naked, flushed and shaking, her thighs still sticky from earlier, wetness glistening again on her legs just from how Colet looked at her.
Predatory. Possessive.
Like she was already claiming her.
Colet kicked off the rest of her clothes—slacks hitting the floor, blazer tossed somewhere careless—and crawled up the bed, her cock hard again, heavy between her thighs.
Her eyes never left Maloi. She stared as if imprinting every detail—every curve, every twitch, every swollen pink inch of her pussy still quivering from the orgasm she’d already had.
“Damn,” Colet murmured, voice a low rasp. “You’re unreal…”
Maloi blushed, didn’t even hide the way her legs fell open wider, inviting her in.
“You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me,” Colet said, settling between her legs and trailing kisses down her torso.
Maloi gasped as lips brushed her ribs… then her stomach… then her hip bone.
“Colet—”
But Colet only smirked, lifting Maloi’s leg over her shoulder, kissing her inner thigh slowly, teasingly.
Her mouth was maddening, skipping right over the throbbing mess between Maloi’s legs—just close enough that she could feel her breath.
“Please,” Maloi breathed, hips lifting.
“Please what?” Colet asked, mouthing at her skin, biting just enough to leave a mark. “Say it.”
Maloi groaned, fingers tangling in the sheets.
“I want you. I need your cock—inside me—now.”
Colet only leaned in and bit her nipple, not too hard, but enough to make Maloi jolt.
She licked over it slowly, then sucked it into her mouth—hot, wet, hungry.
Her hand slid lower, fingers gliding through Maloi’s soaked folds, playing just barely around her clit.
“So wet,” she whispered. “And all for me.”
Maloi arched off the bed as Colet toyed with her—circling her clit with just the right amount of pressure while her mouth devoured her tits.
“Colet—puta—ang sarap…”
“Say it again,” Colet demanded, now sliding two fingers inside her slowly.
Maloi gasped. “Ah—ang sarap, Colet—ah, I’m gonna cum again—”
But Colet pulled her hand away.
“Hmm,” she whispered, reaching for her cock and dragging the thick, wet head along Maloi’s folds.
Teasing.
Rubbing just above the slit, then dipping low—but not entering.
“You want this?” she murmured darkly, dragging it up to flick against Maloi’s clit.
Maloi nearly screamed.
“Yes! Fuck, yes, I want it—Colet, please—”
Colet smirked. “You’re so goddamn pretty when you beg, how could I resist?”
Finally, she pushed her cock in.
The stretch was immediate—hot, full, overpowering. Maloi’s mouth dropped open, a strangled moan ripping from her throat.
“Oh, fuck.” she whimpered. “Ang laki—Ah, shit—shit—shit—”
Colet bottomed out with a groan, burying her cock to the hilt. She stilled there, watching Maloi fall apart underneath her, pussy clenching tight.
“You feel that?” she whispered, voice rough. “That’s how deep I am inside you. I could stay here all night, yk.”
Maloi wrapped her legs around Colet’s waist. “Tangina, kantutin mo na ko, please.”
Colet smiled, that’s all she needed.
She started thrusting—slow, deep strokes that made Maloi cry out, hands scrabbling for anything to hold.
“Ang sikip mo,” Colet gritted out. “Parang sinasakal mo 'ko. Tangina.”
She fucked into her like she meant to ruin her—hips slamming, cock dragging perfectly along every swollen inch inside Maloi’s cunt.
The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, their moans tangled like a song only they knew.
Maloi clung to her.
“Faster—harder—please!”
Colet kissed her—messy, open-mouthed, breathing into her as she pounded her harder.
“You like being fucked like this? Hmm?” she whispered. “Like you’re mine?”
Maloi moaned so loud it echoed.
“Yes—yes—I’m yours tonight—puta, Colet, I’m close—”
Colet reached between them, rubbed her clit again, fast and filthy.
“Cum for me,” she ordered. “Cum on my cock, Maloi. Let me feel it.”
And Maloi did.
She came hard, a cry ripping through her throat as her walls clenched around Colet's cock, fluttering and pulsing, soaking her with every spasm.
Her entire body tensed—hips arching, thighs quivering, nails dragging down Colet’s back hard enough to leave marks.
“Fuck—fuck—oh God—Colet—”
And that was it.
The second Colet felt Maloi’s pussy tighten like a vice, squeezing her cock so tight it felt like her whole body was getting milked dry—she snapped.
“Putangina mo, Maloi—”
Her voice broke. Her rhythm faltered.
She barely managed a few more sloppy, brutal thrusts before she groaned—deep and broken—spine arching, hips slamming forward as her orgasm ripped through her like lightning.
“Maloi—tangina—ayan na—fuck—!”
She buried herself deep—so deep Maloi swore she could feel her heartbeat through her cock—then Colet exploded.
Thick, hot ropes of cum spilled into Maloi with every twitch of her hips, coating her walls, filling her full.
Her legs locked tight around Colet’s waist, holding her in place as she felt every pulse, every drop.
Colet moaned into her neck, ragged and desperate, hips jerking helplessly as aftershock after aftershock tore through her.
It wasn’t a quiet orgasm.
It was ruinous.
“Shit… fuck… fuck, love… you’re too tight, I can’t—tangina—”
She cursed again, low and shaky, as she finally stilled—sweat dripping down her back, chest heaving, the room silent except for the sound of their breath.
Cum spilled out from where they were still joined—leaking onto the sheets, messy and obscene.
Maloi could barely think. Could barely speak.
But she felt it. Every inch of it.
And god, she’d never felt more full.
Colet collapsed on top of her, still pulsing inside.
“Goddamn…” she whispered into Maloi’s neck, voice ruined. “I think you just killed me.”
Maloi woke up to the warm sting of sunlight across her bare back, the ache between her thighs a vivid reminder of the night she definitely shouldn’t have had.
Her hand fumbled over the nightstand for her phone—but her fingers hit a paper first.
A sticky note.
"Had to run a meeting. Gtg early.
You’re unforgettable. – C.”
She stared at it.
Then bolted upright.
“Meeting?” she croaked. “Meeting—shit—MY meeting!”
Her phone lit up. 8:47 AM.
“Tangina.”
She shot out of bed, ignoring the soreness laced through her limbs. Her dress was crumpled across the couch, her shoes flung somewhere near the minibar. She gathered what she could find.
By 9:05, she was flying through the revolving doors of Aureus Innovations—the company she had dreamed of working for.
Sweat clung to her back. Her ID badge barely hung on the lanyard as the guard scanned it.
The man at the front desk squinted. “Orientation started 8:30, ma’am. Baka patapos na.”
“I’ll take my chances,” she muttered.
Clutching her folder, she darted down the hall in heels that betrayed her with every step. The air conditioning barely touched the heat burning under her skin. She followed the signs, heart racing.
She turned a sharp corner—and slammed into someone.
Everything fell.
Her folder slipped from her hands, papers scattering like confetti. She stumbled back with a sharp gasp and landed on her ass, the smack of skin against cold tile echoing down the corridor.
“Oh my god—I’m so sorry—”
She looked up.
And froze.
'No. Fucking. Way.'
There she was—standing over her like a plot twist in heels.
Tailored black slacks. Crisp blazer.
Heels clicking with authority.
Hair pulled into a sleek, straight hair.
Tablet in hand, stare like a dagger.
Perfectly poised and composed—was Colet.
Her gaze lingered. Familiar. Haunting.
“Oh, wow,” Colet said, eyes glinting. “Fancy bumping into you again.”
Maloi’s voice died in her throat.
Colet crouched halfway, picked up a stray page from Maloi’s folder, and handed it over with one hand—while the other extended in offer.
Maloi hesitated, then took it.
Colet helped her up, palm warm and steady, fingers just a little too confident.
They stood there, far too close, both silent for a moment that stretched just long enough to burn.
“Miss Maloi, was it?”
Colet’s lips curled slightly.
“Welcome to the company.”