intra vires
title intra vires
pairing Jongdae/Junmyeon
rating NC-17
length 1,414
warnings PWP, Power Dynamic, Cum Facial
summary Just another day in the office. Jongdae giving blowjobs.
a/n yeah idk fill for this prompt
“Am I interrupting something?” Jongdae asks slyly, hands already coming up to rest atop Junmyeon’s thighs.
The CEO lets out a stifled moan as Jongdae starts to move his hands in slow, controlled movements, massaging muscle tired from a long day of sitting. “I’m sorry, what were-” He’s cut off when Jongdae brushes a hand over his crotch, an involuntary buck following the much needed contact.
The phone in his hand nearly drops and warning signs start to fire off in his head. A dangerous game that needs to be played.
“Look at you,” Jongdae chuckles. “Seems like you need some time off.” His voice is teasing, dripping with wet pleasure.
Fingers brush over the designer buckle on his dress pants, and before Junmyeon can protest, it’s already coming undone. A single snap. Too easy it’s almost laughable. Almost.
“N-no, I wasn’t ignoring you Mr. Cho,” Junmyeon tries to remain composed. He brings the phone closer to his ear to try and remind Jongdae just what exactly he was doing at the moment. It doesn’t work.
Jongdae drops down so that he’s hidden behind the desk, in case anyone tried to barge in in spite of the locks they’ve put up on the door. Not that Jongdae could think of a reason why they would want to, when he explicitly said that Mr. Kim was not to be disturbed during his phone conferences. Nothing wrong with a little alone time between a CEO and his secretary.
“How are the sales coming along?” Jongdae asks.
Junmyeon shudders. “They’re-” A well timed rub has his words dying down, Jongdae practically purring as he rubs his face over the growing bulge in his pants. A bead of sweat trickles down Junmyeon’s forehead, worry trembling in his hand as he practically attaches the phone to his ear. “Our company greatly appreciates your efforts to-!”
Feeling braver, Jongdae made sure to catch the shape inside of his mouth, breathing hotly as he lets his teeth drag along the length. Junmyeon’s entire body stiffens.
“Compose yourself Mr. Kim.” He’s enjoying this, the fucker. “You’re speaking with a potential partner.”
Junmyeon’s struggling to keep himself seated in his office chair, but he can see the twinkle in Jongdae’s eyes. The want that’s practically swallowing him whole. It swallows him as well. A zipper is caught between teeth, and slowly Jongdae drags it down agonizingly slow, eyeing the tent that’s screaming inside of Junmyeon’s boxers. He’s never been the type to be patient when it came to blowjobs, and it’s all Jongdae needs really.
“Please try not to make too much noise this time,” Jongdae reminds him quietly as fingers drag along the hem of his boxers, sliding them off until Junmyeon’s cock springs upward in shameless glory.
It’s a beauty, Junmyeon’s erection. Milky skin jutting from a patch of neatly trimmed black hair. A head that flares nice and pink, glistening with precum. It makes Jongdae’s mouth water with thirst. Before Junmyeon can say anything stupid to ruin the moment, Jongdae engulfs the length with fervor, cheeks hollowing around the girth as he sucks.
“Ah!” A gasp escapes Junmyeon before his breathing quickly turns to soft panting, hands gripping hard against the plastic arm rests. He scrambles to hold onto the phone, trembles turning into full on shaking. “No! I-I’m still here Mr. Cho! Please c-co-”
Jongdae bobs with expert movements, pulling down Junmyeon’s pants until they’re pooling down by his ankles. A bit of a risky situation, but it only makes Jongdae want him more. To enjoy this dirty little secret.
A throaty moan bubbles inside of Junmyeon-away from the receiver on the phone-when Jongdae drags his tongue in a long stripe under his shaft, playing with the sensitive spot under its head. It has Junmyeon bucking harder, but Jongdae isn’t having any of that today.
Hands come up to hold his thighs down in place, and before Junmyeon can whine in frustration, Jongdae brings his lips around the head and dips his tongue into the slit. He nearly screams, biting down on his lips shamefully. Just the thought of people hearing his indecent activities makes his blush. He can’t imagine what the fellow president on the other end would think of how he spent time with his secretary.
This scandalous affair.
“You’re doing so well,” Jongdae teases as he laps up the precum starting to form at the tip. He lets it slip off of his tongue and dribble down the length, coating it in a shiny slick that Jongdae uses to lubricate his pumping. “If only we had more time,” he whispers, hand pumping shallowly, messily. “It would be so nice to have this inside of me wouldn’t it? Throw me over this desk and fuck me until I can’t scream no more?”
“I,” is all Junmyeon can start because he’s incoherent. He’s lost in lust, and it’s all Jongdae’s fault. “Our products, we have lots of-uh, we um-”
He keens when Jongdae slips his lips back over the length, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks roughly on the way down. A wet, hot suction that is the best feeling Junmyeon’s felt all day long. His head lolls back and the phone finally slips off out of his hands to dangle precariously by the cord. A confused president mumbles on the other end, but Junmyeon doesn’t care anymore.
He’s lost this game.
Fingers find themselves threading through styled locks and Junmyeon’s pushing down on Jongdae’s head-carefully-for more of that delicious heat. Jongdae smiles around the tip before letting Junmyeon guide him, wet moans mixing with even wetter noises.
“Mr. Kim,” Jongdae chokes out as he gets to the tip, but it’s all he can say as Junmyeon grips the back of his head and drags him back down. He growls. He growls with satisfaction at the way his secretary tortures him, allowing himself to fall for this game.
There’s a throbbing deep inside of Junmyeon’s cock and he knows he’s close. Too close. “Jongdae,” he warns, and Jongdae realizes immediately.
He speeds up his bobbing, throat undulating in dirty movements that has Junmyeon practically melting in his touch. The heat coils, and the pressure starts to become too much. His back is arching off of the chair, expensive suit sticky with sweat, but he doesn’t care about modesty right now. All he wants is that final release, and Jongdae is giving it to him.
“Jongdae!” he all but shouts as he comes, cock slipping out of Jongdae’s lips at the last second to spurt thick streams of white all over his face. “Fuck-” It spills with each thrust, and each trail of cum decorates Jongdae’s face beautifully as it lands over his lips, his nose, his cheeks. A soft canvas that Junmyeon paints out of desperation.
Jongdae’s smiling the entire time, a devilish grin plastered on his face.
“Better?” Jongdae has the gall to ask, like he hadn’t just interrupted Junmyeon in the middle of his conference and blew him.
Junmyeon pants feverishly as he comes down from his high, taking in how pleased Jongdae looks. There’s cum sticking to a few styled locks in his bangs, and even a few trails lining along the edge of his collar. It’s reckless, completely reckless, but Junmyeon loves it. Jongdae leans over, and keeping his eyes locked onto Junmyeon’s, gives his cock a small little peck.
“You asshole,” Junmyeon laughs as his cock twitches a bit from the stimulation.
Taking his cock in his hand, he swings it into Jongdae’s cheeks, out of adoration. Jongdae’s smile grows wider as he nuzzles into it, letting his boss smack his face lightly with his length. This is familiar for them, but unlike other times when Junmyeon would roughly smack Jongdae in the face out of lust, it’s a sort of delight they share now, a quiet happiness they enjoy in the aftermath.
“But you love me,” Jongdae whispers, and it’s there. The same Jongdae from the first day Junmyeon met him all those months ago. The same Jongdae that fell for him quickly after that.
Junmyeon smiles. “That I do.”
Mr. Kim? Are you okay? I heard screaming. Mr. Cho’s voice floats back into the room and it has the two laughing to themselves.
Shaking his head, Junmyeon tries to collect his bearings, blushing as Jongdae excuses himself to the bathroom to clean up.
“I’m here. Now as you were saying?”
♔
pairing Jongdae/Junmyeon
rating NC-17
length 1,414
warnings PWP, Power Dynamic, Cum Facial
summary Just another day in the office. Jongdae giving blowjobs.
a/n yeah idk fill for this prompt
“Am I interrupting something?” Jongdae asks slyly, hands already coming up to rest atop Junmyeon’s thighs.
The CEO lets out a stifled moan as Jongdae starts to move his hands in slow, controlled movements, massaging muscle tired from a long day of sitting. “I’m sorry, what were-” He’s cut off when Jongdae brushes a hand over his crotch, an involuntary buck following the much needed contact.
The phone in his hand nearly drops and warning signs start to fire off in his head. A dangerous game that needs to be played.
“Look at you,” Jongdae chuckles. “Seems like you need some time off.” His voice is teasing, dripping with wet pleasure.
Fingers brush over the designer buckle on his dress pants, and before Junmyeon can protest, it’s already coming undone. A single snap. Too easy it’s almost laughable. Almost.
“N-no, I wasn’t ignoring you Mr. Cho,” Junmyeon tries to remain composed. He brings the phone closer to his ear to try and remind Jongdae just what exactly he was doing at the moment. It doesn’t work.
Jongdae drops down so that he’s hidden behind the desk, in case anyone tried to barge in in spite of the locks they’ve put up on the door. Not that Jongdae could think of a reason why they would want to, when he explicitly said that Mr. Kim was not to be disturbed during his phone conferences. Nothing wrong with a little alone time between a CEO and his secretary.
“How are the sales coming along?” Jongdae asks.
Junmyeon shudders. “They’re-” A well timed rub has his words dying down, Jongdae practically purring as he rubs his face over the growing bulge in his pants. A bead of sweat trickles down Junmyeon’s forehead, worry trembling in his hand as he practically attaches the phone to his ear. “Our company greatly appreciates your efforts to-!”
Feeling braver, Jongdae made sure to catch the shape inside of his mouth, breathing hotly as he lets his teeth drag along the length. Junmyeon’s entire body stiffens.
“Compose yourself Mr. Kim.” He’s enjoying this, the fucker. “You’re speaking with a potential partner.”
Junmyeon’s struggling to keep himself seated in his office chair, but he can see the twinkle in Jongdae’s eyes. The want that’s practically swallowing him whole. It swallows him as well. A zipper is caught between teeth, and slowly Jongdae drags it down agonizingly slow, eyeing the tent that’s screaming inside of Junmyeon’s boxers. He’s never been the type to be patient when it came to blowjobs, and it’s all Jongdae needs really.
“Please try not to make too much noise this time,” Jongdae reminds him quietly as fingers drag along the hem of his boxers, sliding them off until Junmyeon’s cock springs upward in shameless glory.
It’s a beauty, Junmyeon’s erection. Milky skin jutting from a patch of neatly trimmed black hair. A head that flares nice and pink, glistening with precum. It makes Jongdae’s mouth water with thirst. Before Junmyeon can say anything stupid to ruin the moment, Jongdae engulfs the length with fervor, cheeks hollowing around the girth as he sucks.
“Ah!” A gasp escapes Junmyeon before his breathing quickly turns to soft panting, hands gripping hard against the plastic arm rests. He scrambles to hold onto the phone, trembles turning into full on shaking. “No! I-I’m still here Mr. Cho! Please c-co-”
Jongdae bobs with expert movements, pulling down Junmyeon’s pants until they’re pooling down by his ankles. A bit of a risky situation, but it only makes Jongdae want him more. To enjoy this dirty little secret.
A throaty moan bubbles inside of Junmyeon-away from the receiver on the phone-when Jongdae drags his tongue in a long stripe under his shaft, playing with the sensitive spot under its head. It has Junmyeon bucking harder, but Jongdae isn’t having any of that today.
Hands come up to hold his thighs down in place, and before Junmyeon can whine in frustration, Jongdae brings his lips around the head and dips his tongue into the slit. He nearly screams, biting down on his lips shamefully. Just the thought of people hearing his indecent activities makes his blush. He can’t imagine what the fellow president on the other end would think of how he spent time with his secretary.
This scandalous affair.
“You’re doing so well,” Jongdae teases as he laps up the precum starting to form at the tip. He lets it slip off of his tongue and dribble down the length, coating it in a shiny slick that Jongdae uses to lubricate his pumping. “If only we had more time,” he whispers, hand pumping shallowly, messily. “It would be so nice to have this inside of me wouldn’t it? Throw me over this desk and fuck me until I can’t scream no more?”
“I,” is all Junmyeon can start because he’s incoherent. He’s lost in lust, and it’s all Jongdae’s fault. “Our products, we have lots of-uh, we um-”
He keens when Jongdae slips his lips back over the length, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks roughly on the way down. A wet, hot suction that is the best feeling Junmyeon’s felt all day long. His head lolls back and the phone finally slips off out of his hands to dangle precariously by the cord. A confused president mumbles on the other end, but Junmyeon doesn’t care anymore.
He’s lost this game.
Fingers find themselves threading through styled locks and Junmyeon’s pushing down on Jongdae’s head-carefully-for more of that delicious heat. Jongdae smiles around the tip before letting Junmyeon guide him, wet moans mixing with even wetter noises.
“Mr. Kim,” Jongdae chokes out as he gets to the tip, but it’s all he can say as Junmyeon grips the back of his head and drags him back down. He growls. He growls with satisfaction at the way his secretary tortures him, allowing himself to fall for this game.
There’s a throbbing deep inside of Junmyeon’s cock and he knows he’s close. Too close. “Jongdae,” he warns, and Jongdae realizes immediately.
He speeds up his bobbing, throat undulating in dirty movements that has Junmyeon practically melting in his touch. The heat coils, and the pressure starts to become too much. His back is arching off of the chair, expensive suit sticky with sweat, but he doesn’t care about modesty right now. All he wants is that final release, and Jongdae is giving it to him.
“Jongdae!” he all but shouts as he comes, cock slipping out of Jongdae’s lips at the last second to spurt thick streams of white all over his face. “Fuck-” It spills with each thrust, and each trail of cum decorates Jongdae’s face beautifully as it lands over his lips, his nose, his cheeks. A soft canvas that Junmyeon paints out of desperation.
Jongdae’s smiling the entire time, a devilish grin plastered on his face.
“Better?” Jongdae has the gall to ask, like he hadn’t just interrupted Junmyeon in the middle of his conference and blew him.
Junmyeon pants feverishly as he comes down from his high, taking in how pleased Jongdae looks. There’s cum sticking to a few styled locks in his bangs, and even a few trails lining along the edge of his collar. It’s reckless, completely reckless, but Junmyeon loves it. Jongdae leans over, and keeping his eyes locked onto Junmyeon’s, gives his cock a small little peck.
“You asshole,” Junmyeon laughs as his cock twitches a bit from the stimulation.
Taking his cock in his hand, he swings it into Jongdae’s cheeks, out of adoration. Jongdae’s smile grows wider as he nuzzles into it, letting his boss smack his face lightly with his length. This is familiar for them, but unlike other times when Junmyeon would roughly smack Jongdae in the face out of lust, it’s a sort of delight they share now, a quiet happiness they enjoy in the aftermath.
“But you love me,” Jongdae whispers, and it’s there. The same Jongdae from the first day Junmyeon met him all those months ago. The same Jongdae that fell for him quickly after that.
Junmyeon smiles. “That I do.”
Mr. Kim? Are you okay? I heard screaming. Mr. Cho’s voice floats back into the room and it has the two laughing to themselves.
Shaking his head, Junmyeon tries to collect his bearings, blushing as Jongdae excuses himself to the bathroom to clean up.
“I’m here. Now as you were saying?”
♔