everything goes my way
~2000; nc-17; oneshot
jongdae/yi fan
warning: badly written smut
Yi Fan thinks that Jongdae is just going to drop off files at his house but Jongdae turns out to be an obnoxious house guest.
"Why are you still here?" Yi Fan asks, plugging in a USB drive into his laptop.
Jongdae doesn't look over, his head occupying the space inside the refrigerator, pushing aside Tupperware filled with cream spaghetti and packets of cheese. "Looking for nourishment, what else does it look like?"
"Your job was to drop off reports and notes, not barge into my house uninvited." Yi Fan continues to mindlessly click around on fancy pie charts and histograms.
"I thought 'dropping off files' was code for an early afternoon hookup, but that's clearly not the case. So I'm just gonna hang around here until I find something else to do. I cleared out my entire day's schedule for this. What a let down," Jongdae sighs and pulls out a bottle of wine from the cabinet instead.
Yi Fan shifts in his seat, uncomfortable with Jongdae's bold statements. "You think the weirdest things, did you know that?"
"So I've been told," he replies matter-of-factly, plopping down into a leather chair opposite of his wealthy employer to pour himself a glass of Chteau Haut Brion Pessac-Lognan from 1959. Retail price: $648
"It's only two in the afternoon. Why are you drinking?" Yi Fan asks, flipping through color coded notes about the new product in development. Leave it to Lu Han to only transcribe half the notes from the last meeting.
Jongdae shrugs and leans back into plush leather. "I have nothing else to do today so why not make it better with alcohol?" He continues to shift around in the chair, unhappy with having to sit still. After a while and no response from Yi Fan, Jongdae puts back the wine only go for a white wine instead. He sits back down and lets the alcohol mingle with his taste buds. He licks his lips and Yi Fan shifts his eyesight back to the computer screen.
The younger man gets up again to pace about the glass walls; he brushes by Yi Fan and walks past the glass wall connected to the elevated garage, showing off a brushed silver Aston Martin One-77 and a bright red Ferrari Enzo. "So do you fuck in those or are they just there for showing off?"
The blonde man tries to concentrate on his computer screen, but there's something about Jongdae's question that elicits an eyebrow twitch.
"Do what?"
"In the cars. I mean they're just sitting there. You only drive around that crusty white BMW everywhere, but you just have these sitting here." Yi Fan wants to strangle the smaller man for interrupting his work, but he also finds the thought of fucking Jongdae much more interesting and purposeful. He quickly banishes his desires and thinks about his cars.
Yi Fan is incredulous and his heart aches at the thought. "Do you know how expensive that leather is? You can't just come on that! That is literally the most awful thing I've heard all day."
"You're rich, you can always just replace the interior." the way Jongdae says things so simply and the way his lips mouth the words has Yi Fan reeling.
"How are you middle class with that kind of attitude?"
Jongdae shrugs, "I just have good taste." He then walks over to a keypad, poking at it to open the garage door. Yi Fan rushes out to the bathroom to call Zi Tao.
"You need to get him out of my house. Now." he says through gritted teeth. Zi Tao only laughs. "Jongdae is fucking horny right now and I need to get work done. Get him out of here. Please."
Zi Tao snorts and only replies with, "Call me in the morning with details," and ends the call. Yi
Fan wants to smash his head against the marble sink counter tops.
Just as he walks out of the bathroom, he hears a distinct pop. "Oh my god you got into the champagne. Please tell me you didn't get the Dom Pérignon. Do you have any idea how much that costs?! I was saving that!," Yi Fan exclaims, rushing into the kitchen.
"For me right?"
"No--"
"Then who else would it be for? Nobody else comes over here." Jongdae reasoned, taking a generous sip from his glass.
"Hey, people come over," Yi Fan defended, but that was a lie. Everyone knew their millionaire boss was actually a hermit that only ventured outside for business.
Jongdae laughs at his boss's transparent attempt at defending his social life and Yi Fan wants to kiss him, but that's not appropriate workplace protocol.
"I was saving it for my parents." he stammers
Jongdae's lips curve up into a smirk, "Your parents."
"My parents."
"That's pathetic." Jongdae says, taking another sip. "Yi Fan, your parents live across the country. The only visit you when they need something from you,"
"That's not true; they came over for Christmas," Jongdae was right, painfully so. But Yi Fan would never admit he was wrong, especially not in front of his subordinate. This nagging, lazy, snarky subordinate.
"That's because they wanted to hook you up with the daughter of the CEO whose company they were trying to take over," he scoffs and leans on the island counter top separating him and Yi Fan.
"She was pretty," Yi Fan reasons.
He rolls his eyes,"Yeah, right. More like a seven and that was on a good day."
"Why are you still here?" Yi Fan narrows his eyes at the figure across from him. The slim shoulders and much smaller body. The sharply angled facial features. He wonders how Jongdae would fit against his side.
"Because I want to finish this champagne before Zi Tao taps into it. Also the Ferrari."
"That's not the only thing of yours he's tapped," Yi Fan mutters under his breath, crossing his arms.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing." the older man brushes off and walks back to his work."Wow. Just for that I'm gonna drink this in your Ferrari." the younger man turns his nose into the air and saunters off towards the garage.
"No! Wait! I take it back! I'm sorry!" Yi Fan stands up so quickly that all his notes are knocked off his lap and flutter to the floor. He groans at his now ruined files, but quickly turns his attention back to Jongdae who is still fiddling with the keypad.
"I can't hear you over the revving of the engine!"
"You're not even in the car!"
"I will be after the door opens!"
"Get the fuck away from the doors! I just had the glass cleaned!" Yi Fan runs over to try to move Jongdae away from his precious cars, but for a smaller man, he could definitely hold his ground. He breathes on the glass and wipes streaks over the condensation just to spite his boss.
"Why isn't there a handle?! Fuck! This is a door--there should be handles!"
"It's to keep people like you away from my cars!"
"Fuck you!" Jongdae childishly sticks out a pink tongue past his lips.
"Not for free!" Yi Fan counters.
"You know what? I'll call Zi Tao right now and you can work on your stupid spreadsheets while we "drink" this champagne in your Ferrari. And besides, we all know that if we were hookers, you'd be the cheapest one." Yi Fan stops struggling and takes a step back.
"I'm not cheap, excuse you! I'm quite expensive, thank you!"
"You're only expensive because your family is." Jongdae retorts.
"Get out of my house!"
"Fine! I'm leaving. You can be lonely and jack off to your stupid pie charts, color coded notes, and tax returns by yourself!" Jongdae pouts and stalks towards the door.
Yi Fan throws his arms up in relief, "Thank god,"
"And I'm taking this with me," Jongdae says, motioning to the bottle in his hand.
"As long as you don't come back," Yi Fan shrugs.
"Fine." Jongdae sniffs and slams the door shut on his way out.
Yi Fan sighs and bends over to slowly pick up and reorganize his shuffled folders and notes. A few minutes later, the buzzer sounds. He see's Jongdae's face on the screen again.
"I thought you went home."
"I left my car keys..." Jongdae pouts, looking down.
"You're such and idiot," Yi Fan throws a hand up to his face and rubs at his forehead, he could feel a headache bubbling at the back of his skull.
"Yeah, well you're the bigger idiot," Jongdae stammers.
"What kind of rebuttal is that?" the other man laughs
"A rebuttal from drunk me. Now cut me some slack and let me in so I can leave."
"That doesn't make sense. But are you even fit to drive?" Yi Fan raises an eyebrow even though Jongdae can't see.
"No."
"For fuck's sake." Yi Fan groans and buzzes the less than sober man back into his house.
"If you're going to stay, at least be quiet or useful, or both." Yi Fan says a few moments later. Jongdae decided to help reorder the mussed up files. After doing so, he lounged about the couch with a glass of the same champagne from earlier, sometimes peering over at Yi Fan to look at what he's doing, which honestly wasn't all that much. As the work pile dwindled, Jongdae moved closer and closer to Yi Fan who was adamant in remaining stoic. Jongdae finally laid his head into Yi Fan's lap, and the latter was extremely surprised by the former's bold advances.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" the younger man smiled.
"Um...." Yi Fan wasn't going to blurt out what he had in mind, but he didn't have to.
"Mr. Wu, are you having inappropriate thoughts about your coworker?" Yi Fan bit back his tongue.
He took a sharp breath, "No."
"Hmm, well that's too bad because I am." And suddenly the room became ten degrees warmer and Yi Fan's jeans became tighter. Jongdae slipped his fingers under the hem of Yi Fan's pure white v-neck and brushed across the expanse of Yi Fan's stomach and up his chest until his fingers were peeking out from the deep neckline and caressing the base of Yi Fan's neck. "If you want me to stop, you better tell me right now because I won't stop until I'm finished." Jongdae said, his fingers trailing back down to Yi Fan's hips.
"Don't."
"You're going to have to be more specific than that, Yi Fan."
"Don't. Stop."
"I was hoping that was what you meant." Jongdae grinned and moved to kneel on the plush white carpet. He began tugging at the dark brown leather around Yi Fan's waist and deftly tugged the zipper down, and didn't hesitate to reach for Yi Fan's cock. Shameless simply wasn't in Jongdae's vocabulary.
He works fast, his fingers jerking off Yi Fan to a full erection. He speeds up the rhythm, spreading precome down Yi Fan's length. Yi Fan bucks into Jongdae's hand, craving more friction. When the hand disappears, he groans at the loss of heat, only to bite back a moan when a warm, wet heat encompasses his cock. Jongdae had taken that time to pull off the skin-tight jeans off Yi Fan, exposing rough, white skin. He keens, back arching up from the couch. "Fuck. Jongdae. Jesus." Jongdae takes that chance to lock eyes with Yi Fan, not wavering as he licks a stripe along the vein and when he flicks the slit with his tongue.
"More." With that, Jongdae takes all of Yi Fan at once. Hands run through his hair, tugging and pulling in every direction. And when Jongdae starts humming, the vibrations throw Yi Fan into a frenzy, pawing at the leather couch for a better hold. Wu Fan can't look down. The obscene slurps are already too much and mixed with the pricks of pain from Jongdae gripping his thighs, he didn't know how much more of this he could take. He finally took a chance and looked at Jongdae whose lips looked so good around his cock. He thrusted up, tip hitting the back of Jongdae's throat. Again. More. He needed more. He was so close.
With a few more flicks of Jongdae's tongue, Yi Fan was spilling into the back of Jongdae's throat. Once Yi Fan finished riding out his orgasm in Jongdae's throat, Jongdae pulled away with another obscene slurp and crawled into Yi Fan's lap, straddling the older man's hips. He immediately attached his lips to Yi Fan's neck, nipping at the skin.
"Let's move to somewhere more comfortable." Yi Fan stammered. Jongdae only hummed in agreement and tugged Yi Fan toward the bedroom.
A/N: So my fir\st post in the community as well as my first smut. It's horrible, I'm well aware but it's the effort that counts? I couldn't stop blushing ;;;; This was originally a birthday gift for eburnine but she insisted that I post this here as well so here it is (but idk why because this isn't quality at all)! And I guess happy birthday to our sweet Jongdae as well? ^^ wow i am so dumb i locked my own post OTL
jongdae/yi fan
warning: badly written smut
Yi Fan thinks that Jongdae is just going to drop off files at his house but Jongdae turns out to be an obnoxious house guest.
"Why are you still here?" Yi Fan asks, plugging in a USB drive into his laptop.
Jongdae doesn't look over, his head occupying the space inside the refrigerator, pushing aside Tupperware filled with cream spaghetti and packets of cheese. "Looking for nourishment, what else does it look like?"
"Your job was to drop off reports and notes, not barge into my house uninvited." Yi Fan continues to mindlessly click around on fancy pie charts and histograms.
"I thought 'dropping off files' was code for an early afternoon hookup, but that's clearly not the case. So I'm just gonna hang around here until I find something else to do. I cleared out my entire day's schedule for this. What a let down," Jongdae sighs and pulls out a bottle of wine from the cabinet instead.
Yi Fan shifts in his seat, uncomfortable with Jongdae's bold statements. "You think the weirdest things, did you know that?"
"So I've been told," he replies matter-of-factly, plopping down into a leather chair opposite of his wealthy employer to pour himself a glass of Chteau Haut Brion Pessac-Lognan from 1959. Retail price: $648
"It's only two in the afternoon. Why are you drinking?" Yi Fan asks, flipping through color coded notes about the new product in development. Leave it to Lu Han to only transcribe half the notes from the last meeting.
Jongdae shrugs and leans back into plush leather. "I have nothing else to do today so why not make it better with alcohol?" He continues to shift around in the chair, unhappy with having to sit still. After a while and no response from Yi Fan, Jongdae puts back the wine only go for a white wine instead. He sits back down and lets the alcohol mingle with his taste buds. He licks his lips and Yi Fan shifts his eyesight back to the computer screen.
The younger man gets up again to pace about the glass walls; he brushes by Yi Fan and walks past the glass wall connected to the elevated garage, showing off a brushed silver Aston Martin One-77 and a bright red Ferrari Enzo. "So do you fuck in those or are they just there for showing off?"
The blonde man tries to concentrate on his computer screen, but there's something about Jongdae's question that elicits an eyebrow twitch.
"Do what?"
"In the cars. I mean they're just sitting there. You only drive around that crusty white BMW everywhere, but you just have these sitting here." Yi Fan wants to strangle the smaller man for interrupting his work, but he also finds the thought of fucking Jongdae much more interesting and purposeful. He quickly banishes his desires and thinks about his cars.
Yi Fan is incredulous and his heart aches at the thought. "Do you know how expensive that leather is? You can't just come on that! That is literally the most awful thing I've heard all day."
"You're rich, you can always just replace the interior." the way Jongdae says things so simply and the way his lips mouth the words has Yi Fan reeling.
"How are you middle class with that kind of attitude?"
Jongdae shrugs, "I just have good taste." He then walks over to a keypad, poking at it to open the garage door. Yi Fan rushes out to the bathroom to call Zi Tao.
"You need to get him out of my house. Now." he says through gritted teeth. Zi Tao only laughs. "Jongdae is fucking horny right now and I need to get work done. Get him out of here. Please."
Zi Tao snorts and only replies with, "Call me in the morning with details," and ends the call. Yi
Fan wants to smash his head against the marble sink counter tops.
Just as he walks out of the bathroom, he hears a distinct pop. "Oh my god you got into the champagne. Please tell me you didn't get the Dom Pérignon. Do you have any idea how much that costs?! I was saving that!," Yi Fan exclaims, rushing into the kitchen.
"For me right?"
"No--"
"Then who else would it be for? Nobody else comes over here." Jongdae reasoned, taking a generous sip from his glass.
"Hey, people come over," Yi Fan defended, but that was a lie. Everyone knew their millionaire boss was actually a hermit that only ventured outside for business.
Jongdae laughs at his boss's transparent attempt at defending his social life and Yi Fan wants to kiss him, but that's not appropriate workplace protocol.
"I was saving it for my parents." he stammers
Jongdae's lips curve up into a smirk, "Your parents."
"My parents."
"That's pathetic." Jongdae says, taking another sip. "Yi Fan, your parents live across the country. The only visit you when they need something from you,"
"That's not true; they came over for Christmas," Jongdae was right, painfully so. But Yi Fan would never admit he was wrong, especially not in front of his subordinate. This nagging, lazy, snarky subordinate.
"That's because they wanted to hook you up with the daughter of the CEO whose company they were trying to take over," he scoffs and leans on the island counter top separating him and Yi Fan.
"She was pretty," Yi Fan reasons.
He rolls his eyes,"Yeah, right. More like a seven and that was on a good day."
"Why are you still here?" Yi Fan narrows his eyes at the figure across from him. The slim shoulders and much smaller body. The sharply angled facial features. He wonders how Jongdae would fit against his side.
"Because I want to finish this champagne before Zi Tao taps into it. Also the Ferrari."
"That's not the only thing of yours he's tapped," Yi Fan mutters under his breath, crossing his arms.
"Excuse me?"
"Nothing." the older man brushes off and walks back to his work."Wow. Just for that I'm gonna drink this in your Ferrari." the younger man turns his nose into the air and saunters off towards the garage.
"No! Wait! I take it back! I'm sorry!" Yi Fan stands up so quickly that all his notes are knocked off his lap and flutter to the floor. He groans at his now ruined files, but quickly turns his attention back to Jongdae who is still fiddling with the keypad.
"I can't hear you over the revving of the engine!"
"You're not even in the car!"
"I will be after the door opens!"
"Get the fuck away from the doors! I just had the glass cleaned!" Yi Fan runs over to try to move Jongdae away from his precious cars, but for a smaller man, he could definitely hold his ground. He breathes on the glass and wipes streaks over the condensation just to spite his boss.
"Why isn't there a handle?! Fuck! This is a door--there should be handles!"
"It's to keep people like you away from my cars!"
"Fuck you!" Jongdae childishly sticks out a pink tongue past his lips.
"Not for free!" Yi Fan counters.
"You know what? I'll call Zi Tao right now and you can work on your stupid spreadsheets while we "drink" this champagne in your Ferrari. And besides, we all know that if we were hookers, you'd be the cheapest one." Yi Fan stops struggling and takes a step back.
"I'm not cheap, excuse you! I'm quite expensive, thank you!"
"You're only expensive because your family is." Jongdae retorts.
"Get out of my house!"
"Fine! I'm leaving. You can be lonely and jack off to your stupid pie charts, color coded notes, and tax returns by yourself!" Jongdae pouts and stalks towards the door.
Yi Fan throws his arms up in relief, "Thank god,"
"And I'm taking this with me," Jongdae says, motioning to the bottle in his hand.
"As long as you don't come back," Yi Fan shrugs.
"Fine." Jongdae sniffs and slams the door shut on his way out.
Yi Fan sighs and bends over to slowly pick up and reorganize his shuffled folders and notes. A few minutes later, the buzzer sounds. He see's Jongdae's face on the screen again.
"I thought you went home."
"I left my car keys..." Jongdae pouts, looking down.
"You're such and idiot," Yi Fan throws a hand up to his face and rubs at his forehead, he could feel a headache bubbling at the back of his skull.
"Yeah, well you're the bigger idiot," Jongdae stammers.
"What kind of rebuttal is that?" the other man laughs
"A rebuttal from drunk me. Now cut me some slack and let me in so I can leave."
"That doesn't make sense. But are you even fit to drive?" Yi Fan raises an eyebrow even though Jongdae can't see.
"No."
"For fuck's sake." Yi Fan groans and buzzes the less than sober man back into his house.
"If you're going to stay, at least be quiet or useful, or both." Yi Fan says a few moments later. Jongdae decided to help reorder the mussed up files. After doing so, he lounged about the couch with a glass of the same champagne from earlier, sometimes peering over at Yi Fan to look at what he's doing, which honestly wasn't all that much. As the work pile dwindled, Jongdae moved closer and closer to Yi Fan who was adamant in remaining stoic. Jongdae finally laid his head into Yi Fan's lap, and the latter was extremely surprised by the former's bold advances.
"What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" the younger man smiled.
"Um...." Yi Fan wasn't going to blurt out what he had in mind, but he didn't have to.
"Mr. Wu, are you having inappropriate thoughts about your coworker?" Yi Fan bit back his tongue.
He took a sharp breath, "No."
"Hmm, well that's too bad because I am." And suddenly the room became ten degrees warmer and Yi Fan's jeans became tighter. Jongdae slipped his fingers under the hem of Yi Fan's pure white v-neck and brushed across the expanse of Yi Fan's stomach and up his chest until his fingers were peeking out from the deep neckline and caressing the base of Yi Fan's neck. "If you want me to stop, you better tell me right now because I won't stop until I'm finished." Jongdae said, his fingers trailing back down to Yi Fan's hips.
"Don't."
"You're going to have to be more specific than that, Yi Fan."
"Don't. Stop."
"I was hoping that was what you meant." Jongdae grinned and moved to kneel on the plush white carpet. He began tugging at the dark brown leather around Yi Fan's waist and deftly tugged the zipper down, and didn't hesitate to reach for Yi Fan's cock. Shameless simply wasn't in Jongdae's vocabulary.
He works fast, his fingers jerking off Yi Fan to a full erection. He speeds up the rhythm, spreading precome down Yi Fan's length. Yi Fan bucks into Jongdae's hand, craving more friction. When the hand disappears, he groans at the loss of heat, only to bite back a moan when a warm, wet heat encompasses his cock. Jongdae had taken that time to pull off the skin-tight jeans off Yi Fan, exposing rough, white skin. He keens, back arching up from the couch. "Fuck. Jongdae. Jesus." Jongdae takes that chance to lock eyes with Yi Fan, not wavering as he licks a stripe along the vein and when he flicks the slit with his tongue.
"More." With that, Jongdae takes all of Yi Fan at once. Hands run through his hair, tugging and pulling in every direction. And when Jongdae starts humming, the vibrations throw Yi Fan into a frenzy, pawing at the leather couch for a better hold. Wu Fan can't look down. The obscene slurps are already too much and mixed with the pricks of pain from Jongdae gripping his thighs, he didn't know how much more of this he could take. He finally took a chance and looked at Jongdae whose lips looked so good around his cock. He thrusted up, tip hitting the back of Jongdae's throat. Again. More. He needed more. He was so close.
With a few more flicks of Jongdae's tongue, Yi Fan was spilling into the back of Jongdae's throat. Once Yi Fan finished riding out his orgasm in Jongdae's throat, Jongdae pulled away with another obscene slurp and crawled into Yi Fan's lap, straddling the older man's hips. He immediately attached his lips to Yi Fan's neck, nipping at the skin.
"Let's move to somewhere more comfortable." Yi Fan stammered. Jongdae only hummed in agreement and tugged Yi Fan toward the bedroom.
A/N: So my fir\st post in the community as well as my first smut. It's horrible, I'm well aware but it's the effort that counts? I couldn't stop blushing ;;;; This was originally a birthday gift for eburnine but she insisted that I post this here as well so here it is (but idk why because this isn't quality at all)! And I guess happy birthday to our sweet Jongdae as well? ^^ wow i am so dumb i locked my own post OTL