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Pairing: Jongin/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1197
Luhan twines his hand in Jongin’s tie, tugging it lightly. He cups Jongin’s neck, drawing Jongin into a languid open mouthed kiss. Luhan has a meeting in an hour and that’s more an enough time for what he has in store for his most favorite employee.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he says. Jongin wets his lips nervously. This is terrible because he’s wearing his nicest suit and he’s starting to feel himself sweating, from nervousness or anticipation he’s not sure.
“Boss, I’m not sure if this is appropriate,” he says. Luhan laughs, leisurely spreading Jongin’s legs and bending Jongin until his back is pressed uncomfortably hard against Luhan’s mahogany desk.
“I never got anywhere by thinking appropriately,” Luhan says, “It’s all about working around the system.”
“Are we still talking about this or are we talking about business?” Jongin whines when Luhan tugs the hairs at his nape. Luhan scrapes his teeth down Jongin’s neck, settling for the spot right under the collar of Jongin’s collared shirt.
“We could be talking about anything and I’d still be fucking you,” Luhan says. He laughs like it’s all fun and games but Jongin’s starting to feel the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants.
“Tell me what you want,” Luhan says, “I’ll give it to you.”
“We don’t have time for this,” Jongin says, practically pleading. The board members have a habit of showing up early and Jongin isn’t exactly a voyeur-at least not to aging men three times his age.
“我将烤箱预热到三百五十度华氏,” Luhan says. Fuck, it’s so hot whenever Luhan speaks Mandarin. Pupils blown, Jongin tugs at the lapels of Luhan’s jacket. If they’re going to do this, they’re going to have to do it quickly.
“Tell me what you’re going to do next,” Jongin pleads, scratching at Luhan’s shirt buttons. Luhan sheds off his clothes, letting them pool around his feet. Jongin is a needy fuck, practically trying to attach himself to Luhan like a second skin. Appeasingly, Luhan gives him fleeting kisses all over his face before unbuckling Jongin’s slacks.
“黄油面包盘，备用。”
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Jongin says. He crushes their mouth together in a sloppy kiss with too much tongue to be good but that’s what Luhan likes about Jongin. Growing up in a world of riches, everyone had to pretend to like Luhan. Everyone had to pretend to be nice. Everyone had to pretend to be cool and pretentious; but Jongin was a breath of sincerity Luhan never even knew existed.
“Hey,” Luhan says, “I love you.” Jongin blushes, smiling shyly even though he’s palming Luhan’s crotch.
“我爱鸡。”Luhan raises an eyebrow in surprise. He didn’t teach Jongin that, but the words are pronounced carefully like Jongin tried to practice a lot.
“I learned how to say it for you,” Jongin says.
“Baby, you’re so cute. But it’s pronounced 我爱芦笋,“ Luhan smiles at the flush on Jongin’s face, kissing away the disappointment Jongin feels.
“At least I tried,” Jongin says.
“It was a very good attempt,” Luhan says, brushing their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. Instantly, a smile reappears on Jongin’s face. Jongin is kind of like a puppy despite being composed entirely of sun-kissed skin and lean muscles fitting of a god.
“Can you get the lube?”
Jongin frowns, unmoving. “Make me.”
Luhan leans in, lips whispering hotly in Jongin’s ear, “一起过筛面粉和泡打粉，待用。”
Jongin smiles, turning around to face Luhan’s desk and rummage through the drawers. Luhan leans back, hands on Jongin’s hips. He’s always been an ass man. Jongin is victorious with finding the lube and a condom square when Luhan decides to slap his ass and grab a firm hold on his plush cheeks. He fumbles with the lube and it clackers on the table noisily.
“What are you trying to pull,” Jongin complains. Everyone in the office probably already heard them.
“在碗里食物处理器，脉糖和切碎的香草豆，直到它被细磨。” Jongin wriggles his ass, pressing against the front of Luhan’s pants in anticipation. He takes off his belt, tying Jongin’s hands behind his back. Jongin hates it when Luhan does it because he always feel like crying when he’s not allowed to come and there’s nothing he can do about it. But he trusts Luhan because Luhan always makes sure his baby is taken care of. They have a safe word-腋毛. Luhan doesn’t bother pulling his pants down all the way and slides a slicked finger into Jongin.
“Luhan, the lube is cold,” Jongin pouts.
“Shh, baby,” Luhan coos. “过筛以除去香草的大位，那么糖返回到处理器。”
“Hurry up,” Jongin demands, pushing back against Luhan’s fingers. Luhan always punishes him for being naughty, which is why Luhan shoves two fingers in Jongin promptly. It shouldn’t hurt too much since they did it last night but the slight burn always has Jongin leaking and whimpering for more. Luhan slips out his fingers to roll on the condom while Jongin complains about how empty his ass feels.
“加入黄油和盐过程，直到轻和蓬松。”
“Fuck me hard,” Jongin says, arching his back anticipatingly.
“加入炼乳和脉冲直到充分结合。” Luhan pushes the tip in and out, teasing Jongin until he’s moaning out of sheer frustration.
“Please, I’ll do anything,” Jongin begs, and that’s exactly what Luhan was waiting for.
“加入过筛的干料和脉搏，直到没有痕迹的面粉仍然存在。”
He raises one of Jongin’s legs and fucks him hard while Jongin scrambles to hold onto the table for leverage.
“Fuck, Luhan, tell me how good I am. Tell me what a good fuck I am,” Jongin says wantonly.
“Yeah baby, you’re so good for me. 加入鸡蛋和脉冲只是直到结合。”
“Shit, I’m going to come,” Jongin grunts.
“Then come for me, baby. 加入香草精。” Jongin comes all over Luhan’s table, getting spunk all over the front of Luhan’s business planner and the front of the day’s agenda.
“Shit, it feels so good,” Jongin says, while Luhan rides out his orgasm. Jongin purposely clenches his walls and milks Luhan’s orgasm for all it’s worth.
“刮面糊倒入准备好的面包盘。”
“You always say that,” Jongin says giggling from the high of his orgasm.
Luhan kisses Jongin languidly with love, “烤，直到深金黄色，完全冷却，然后在即成厚片。”
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a/n:
-google translate is my friend
-let it be known i don't know how to read the characters
-april fools y'all
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1197
Luhan twines his hand in Jongin’s tie, tugging it lightly. He cups Jongin’s neck, drawing Jongin into a languid open mouthed kiss. Luhan has a meeting in an hour and that’s more an enough time for what he has in store for his most favorite employee.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he says. Jongin wets his lips nervously. This is terrible because he’s wearing his nicest suit and he’s starting to feel himself sweating, from nervousness or anticipation he’s not sure.
“Boss, I’m not sure if this is appropriate,” he says. Luhan laughs, leisurely spreading Jongin’s legs and bending Jongin until his back is pressed uncomfortably hard against Luhan’s mahogany desk.
“I never got anywhere by thinking appropriately,” Luhan says, “It’s all about working around the system.”
“Are we still talking about this or are we talking about business?” Jongin whines when Luhan tugs the hairs at his nape. Luhan scrapes his teeth down Jongin’s neck, settling for the spot right under the collar of Jongin’s collared shirt.
“We could be talking about anything and I’d still be fucking you,” Luhan says. He laughs like it’s all fun and games but Jongin’s starting to feel the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants.
“Tell me what you want,” Luhan says, “I’ll give it to you.”
“We don’t have time for this,” Jongin says, practically pleading. The board members have a habit of showing up early and Jongin isn’t exactly a voyeur-at least not to aging men three times his age.
“我将烤箱预热到三百五十度华氏,” Luhan says. Fuck, it’s so hot whenever Luhan speaks Mandarin. Pupils blown, Jongin tugs at the lapels of Luhan’s jacket. If they’re going to do this, they’re going to have to do it quickly.
“Tell me what you’re going to do next,” Jongin pleads, scratching at Luhan’s shirt buttons. Luhan sheds off his clothes, letting them pool around his feet. Jongin is a needy fuck, practically trying to attach himself to Luhan like a second skin. Appeasingly, Luhan gives him fleeting kisses all over his face before unbuckling Jongin’s slacks.
“黄油面包盘，备用。”
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Jongin says. He crushes their mouth together in a sloppy kiss with too much tongue to be good but that’s what Luhan likes about Jongin. Growing up in a world of riches, everyone had to pretend to like Luhan. Everyone had to pretend to be nice. Everyone had to pretend to be cool and pretentious; but Jongin was a breath of sincerity Luhan never even knew existed.
“Hey,” Luhan says, “I love you.” Jongin blushes, smiling shyly even though he’s palming Luhan’s crotch.
“我爱鸡。”Luhan raises an eyebrow in surprise. He didn’t teach Jongin that, but the words are pronounced carefully like Jongin tried to practice a lot.
“I learned how to say it for you,” Jongin says.
“Baby, you’re so cute. But it’s pronounced 我爱芦笋,“ Luhan smiles at the flush on Jongin’s face, kissing away the disappointment Jongin feels.
“At least I tried,” Jongin says.
“It was a very good attempt,” Luhan says, brushing their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. Instantly, a smile reappears on Jongin’s face. Jongin is kind of like a puppy despite being composed entirely of sun-kissed skin and lean muscles fitting of a god.
“Can you get the lube?”
Jongin frowns, unmoving. “Make me.”
Luhan leans in, lips whispering hotly in Jongin’s ear, “一起过筛面粉和泡打粉，待用。”
Jongin smiles, turning around to face Luhan’s desk and rummage through the drawers. Luhan leans back, hands on Jongin’s hips. He’s always been an ass man. Jongin is victorious with finding the lube and a condom square when Luhan decides to slap his ass and grab a firm hold on his plush cheeks. He fumbles with the lube and it clackers on the table noisily.
“What are you trying to pull,” Jongin complains. Everyone in the office probably already heard them.
“在碗里食物处理器，脉糖和切碎的香草豆，直到它被细磨。” Jongin wriggles his ass, pressing against the front of Luhan’s pants in anticipation. He takes off his belt, tying Jongin’s hands behind his back. Jongin hates it when Luhan does it because he always feel like crying when he’s not allowed to come and there’s nothing he can do about it. But he trusts Luhan because Luhan always makes sure his baby is taken care of. They have a safe word-腋毛. Luhan doesn’t bother pulling his pants down all the way and slides a slicked finger into Jongin.
“Luhan, the lube is cold,” Jongin pouts.
“Shh, baby,” Luhan coos. “过筛以除去香草的大位，那么糖返回到处理器。”
“Hurry up,” Jongin demands, pushing back against Luhan’s fingers. Luhan always punishes him for being naughty, which is why Luhan shoves two fingers in Jongin promptly. It shouldn’t hurt too much since they did it last night but the slight burn always has Jongin leaking and whimpering for more. Luhan slips out his fingers to roll on the condom while Jongin complains about how empty his ass feels.
“加入黄油和盐过程，直到轻和蓬松。”
“Fuck me hard,” Jongin says, arching his back anticipatingly.
“加入炼乳和脉冲直到充分结合。” Luhan pushes the tip in and out, teasing Jongin until he’s moaning out of sheer frustration.
“Please, I’ll do anything,” Jongin begs, and that’s exactly what Luhan was waiting for.
“加入过筛的干料和脉搏，直到没有痕迹的面粉仍然存在。”
He raises one of Jongin’s legs and fucks him hard while Jongin scrambles to hold onto the table for leverage.
“Fuck, Luhan, tell me how good I am. Tell me what a good fuck I am,” Jongin says wantonly.
“Yeah baby, you’re so good for me. 加入鸡蛋和脉冲只是直到结合。”
“Shit, I’m going to come,” Jongin grunts.
“Then come for me, baby. 加入香草精。” Jongin comes all over Luhan’s table, getting spunk all over the front of Luhan’s business planner and the front of the day’s agenda.
“Shit, it feels so good,” Jongin says, while Luhan rides out his orgasm. Jongin purposely clenches his walls and milks Luhan’s orgasm for all it’s worth.
“刮面糊倒入准备好的面包盘。”
“You always say that,” Jongin says giggling from the high of his orgasm.
Luhan kisses Jongin languidly with love, “烤，直到深金黄色，完全冷却，然后在即成厚片。”
hit counter website
a/n:
-google translate is my friend
-let it be known i don't know how to read the characters
-april fools y'all