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kim sunoo doesn’t really remember how their relationship began.
he can only focus on the present.
how he’s standing behind ceo park jongseong, obedient, a little off to the side of the powerpoint screen. his ceo in front of him looking so enigmatic and hard to read, but so put together as he runs through his presentation. one hand waving about to be engaging, talking so smartly and so cool, the other in his pocket, hand pressing random buttons on the vibrator remote.
the remote to the vibrator that’s currently inside sunoo’s ass.
the vibrator that jongseong so cruelly pushed into sunoo before the meeting, after he roughly shoved his secretary into the stall at the very end of the shared toilets. a sweet kiss here and there as he pulled down sunoo’s slacks in a rush, spinning him around and crudely spitting onto his tight hole, jabbing sharply past his rim with two fingers and only making sunoo wail and tremble.
it was rough and fast, his slacks at his ankles as jongseong forced him to hold up his shirt whilst he pushed and pulled his fingers in and out of sunoo’s hole. jongseong’s spit wouldn’t be sunoo’s first choice of lube, the friction made sunoo ache, but jongseong’s long fingers were pressed so deeply against sunoo’s prostate it only made the younger see stars.
blood had quickly rushed to his cock, standing so tall and red, the fast pace jongseong’s fingers were pumping into him. when his fingertips rubbed harshly on his sweet spot, jongseong only chuckled as sunoo’s thighs started shaking, trembling from the rough stimulation.
letting out quiet whines, sunoo desperately tried to stay quiet by biting his lips until they were furiously red, his head resting on his forearm against the bathroom tiles above the toilet. the arousal swirling in his abdomen, the feeling of going over the edge so close until all stimulation suddenly stopped.
sunoo was so dizzy, a confused groan when jongseong ripped his fingers away from his warmth, a quick squeeze of sunoo’s ass cheek before a much larger intrusion was crudely plunged into him. a loud yelp escaped his throat as he squirmed away, before jongseong’s hand quickly covered his mouth and roughly pulled sunoo until his back met his clothed, strong chest, his head leaning against his broad shoulder as his boss breathed down his neck.
“you’re going to wear this during the entire duration of the meeting, kim,” jongseong murmured lowly, his warm breath fanning sunoo’s ear, as tears welled in the younger’s eyes, “another whine from you and i’ll spank you bare in front of the enitre board.”
when jongseong finally let go of his mouth, the other arm still pressed tightly around his small waist, eyes dark and expecting when sunoo glanced at his boss’ handsome face.
“yes, sir.”
and so he’s standing there, halfway through the meeting, legs squirming as his hands hold his clipboard in front if his crotch. he’s hopelessly trying to pay attention to his boss as the vibrator pressed against his prostate drills away, the irregular speeds that jongseong was randomly choosing only making him jolt, biting hard on his lower lip so as to not let any embarrassing sounds out.
he’s so high strung right now, all he wants to do is cum, but with the many pairs of eyes in front of him, despite their focus being on jongseong’s powerpoint, he can’t just curl up and ruin his pants now could he?
when jongseong presses the highest speed, sunoo can feel the tears well up in his eyes again, his knees buckling. he turns his head away and coughs loudly in a weak attempt to signal to jongseong that he almost can’t take it anymore.
he’s gripping his clipboard so hard, void of any notes from this meeting unlike his usual organised self who scribbles away so he can give a good summary of the meeting in the end to the panel. when jongseong glances in his direction, sunoo only watches him smirk, turning away from him as he finally dials down ths speed until it's a small thrum against his sensitive walls.
he almost breathes a sigh of relief, stumbling a little as his legs struggle to work, his cock straining so hard in his slacks, he’s so desperate and dizzy with arousal right now. he barely even notices the worried looks his boss’ colleagues give him, heeseung and sunghoon glancing at each other when they notice how red sunoo’s face has gotten.
“...and now secretary kim, for the summary please,” jongseong beckons to him, his back towards the panel and facing the younger as he just smirks away at how sunoo struggles to even stand properly.
how cute.
the panic setting in sunoo’s eyes as he awkwardly stumbles to the front of the podium, setting his empty clipboard on top and hands gripping the sides tightly. he’s thankful for the podium for covering his straining bulge in his slacks and the wet patch from the precum he’s let out accidentally because he’s so skittish with arousal.
he watches how everyone’s eyes set on him, and suddenly feels shame and embarrassment wash over him. the low thrum felt in his ass suddenly feels so loud right now, the idea of everyone in the room knowing about how a vibrator was drilling into his prostate right now inexplicably turning him on.
he presses his lips together in an attempt to bite back a whimper. he racks through his brain, trying to remember anything from jongseong’s presentation. something about revenues and profit margins?
“umm…” sunoo hesitates, when jongseong dials the vibrations back to the highest speed. his eyes widen in shock, before almost collapsing onto the carpeted floor, holding onto the podium in a desperate bid to stay upright, his body bowed over and knees buckling from the pleasure.
sunoo bites his bottom lip until he thinks it's bleeding, his eyes clenched shut as he tries to focus on grounding himself, his head so dizzy with the carnal desire to cum.
the younger doesn’t realise he’s whimpering, and doesn’t notice how some of the board members were asking if he’s okay, getting out of their seats to help him before jongseong tells them to return to their seats.
the younger is shaking so badly, the harsh vibrations against his sensitive walls that weren’t letting up, until he finally lets go of the podium and collapses onto the floor, tears falling and face red.
a collective gasp from the board, the rush of footsteps towards him until jongseong presses for everyone not to worry, and repeats for them to get back to their seats. he feels a comforting hand on his back, but sunoo is so embarrassed and aroused, refusing to turn and face the elder.
they’re obscured slightly by the podium, and sunoo feels a grip on his chin, pulling and forcing him to make eye contact with his handsome boss.
with jongseong’s dark gaze on him and the gentle but firm grip on his chin, somehow, that’s all sunoo needs for him to let go. cumming untouched he’s pushed off the edge, his slacks getting ruined as he releases hot cum from his sensitive cock, wetting his briefs and bottoms, his whole body trembling and jerking as unsteady whines escape his throat.
sunoo almost falls flat onto the floor, shaking limbs and his vision clouding, he doesn’t notice that jongseong already called the end of the meeting, demanding everyone leave, the patter of footsteps and the shutting of the door heard as sunoo shakes and trembles through his orgasm.
when his boss finally dials down the speed of the vibrator, until it completely stops, sunoo’s whole body is still jolting, sensitive and still coming down from his high. he feels arms wrap around his weak body, pulling him into a warm embrace, gently stroking his hair as the younger sniffles into jongseong’s shoulder.
“i-i’m sorry, sir,” sunoo mumbles pitifully into the material of jongseong’s blazer.
the younger is always one to follow the rules, always obedient and asking for permission. something in jongseong’s heart breaks when he hears sunoo’s apology, because sunoo will always do whatever he wants, not realising jongseong is mean and pushes him to his limit just for an excuse to punish him.
“...it’s okay, baby,” jongseong murmurs into his hair, pushing him up to face the younger and pressing chaste kisses all over his face. “let’s head back to our office, shall we?”
“mm.. sir but i’ve made a mess,” the younger whines, beckoning to his messy and wet crotch, face reddening in embarrassment.
“don’t worry, everyone should be back at their desks now,” his boss says, smiling as he supports sunoo up on his shaky legs. “grab your clipboard, it’ll be fine.”
and when sunoo stands on his weak legs, only stumbling a few times, he eyes the wet patch he’s left on the conference room floor and blushes. his boss only chuckles, a quick comment on how the cleaning ladies would love to clean that, a supporting hand on his waist as they make their way out of the room, sunoo holding his clipboard over his soiled slacks, walking through the empty corridor and back to jongseong’s enclosed office at the end of the hall.
his boss manoeuvres them behind sunoo’s desk, in the enclosed room next to jongseong’s main office, sitting on sunoo’s swivel chair and pulling the younger onto his lap. sunoo just wants to sink into his embrace, but remembers the constant pressure against his walls and prostate, only jolting and whining again.
jongseong chuckles again, pushing sunoo up to lean his upper body on his clean desk, and - gently this time - pulls down his dirty bottoms and briefs, revealing the puffy red rim of sunoo’s hole.
the elder blows lightly at the rim, sunoo jerking away from the sensation, as jongseong gently caresses his hole, pushing and thrusting a finger through gently to let sunoo get used to the intrusion.
when jongseong finally gets a hold of the vibrator, he gently pulls it out, sunoo whining and shuddering at the feeling, his rim widening once the biggest part of the vibrator pulls past and closing once again once jongseong has pulled it out completely.
it’s cute, jongseong thinks, sunoo’s bare ass on display, his pink puffy hole, open and clenching on nothing, almost winking at him. jongseong knows sunoo is sensitive and probably tired, but the images from earlier cloud his mind again.
how his baby was shaking, squirming, struggling to withstand the pleasure, how only he has this effect on the younger, how his colleagues’ hungry eyes were on sunoo, without knowing that sunoo is his and his only.
and when sunoo fell apart right in front of him, a look was all it took, not a care to the rest of the people that he had shouted at to leave. it was sunoo’s eyes on him only as he fell apart, and jongseong’s heart swells.
sunoo hums in confusion when he feels the elder stand up behind him, a quiet clinking noise of him undoing his belt and zipper before sunoo realises his intentions, and tries to squirm away.
“sir!! i-i’m–” sunoo makes out before he feels a blunt pressure at his rim, slowly pushing in at an agonising speed. they don’t have lube, jongseong only spitting crudely again at where they’re joined, hand reaching down to gather the mess on sunoo’s spoiled briefs and using that too.
it’s messy, but it provides a wetness enough for jongseong to slide in to the hilt, sunoo groaning at the friction as the elder stills and lets him adjust.
his boss leans over him, palms by sunoo’s head as the elder kisses sunoo’s shoulder. “you were so hot, sunoo. falling apart in front of everyone,” he murmurs before thrusting hard . “i bet everyone wanted a taste.”
“ sir hnngh— ” sunoo whines, aroused, pressing back on jongseong’s cock signalling him to move, when the elder’s hands move from the desk to grip sunoo’s plush hips.
jongseong begins a fast pace, eager to finish because they’re still in public right now, his thick cock thrusting in and out of sunoo’s tight hole, the drag from lack of proper lube against his sensitive walls and spent prostate only heightening the feeling of pleasure.
“bet you wanted them to know,” jongseong grunts as he hammers into the younger’s sweet spot, sunoo only wailing in response, “ bet you wanted them to take you apart there and then.”
“you’d let them take turns, wouldn’t you sunoo? fuck you unto you’re limp and dirty, bred full with cum. and once they’re done with you, they’d pass you off to the next department, until everyone in his building has had a taste of your slutty hole.”
sunoo whimpers, the harsh, degrading words only turning him on further as jongseong’s grip doesn’t let up, thrusting his thick cock to the hilt every time and hitting his prostate, he feels so jittery with arousal and about to snap at any minute.
“too bad you’re mine, kim sunoo.” jongseong growls as he pushes on sunoo’s lower back, making him arch and hit an angle that makes him thrust deeper and deeper.
“sir please —-” sunoo cries, tears falling from his eyes as his hole desperately clenches on the big cock forced inside of him. his own cock is neglected and flailing, but sunoo thinks he doesn’t need any more stimulation, how he can cum on jongseong’s cock just like this.
“you don’t understand how many people want to fuck you, sunoo. heeseung and sunghoon from marketing would take anything you give them. jake from finance has been wanting to take you out for ages,” jongseong grunts, his words only flaring up his own jealousy, until he’s jackrabbiting into sunoo to no abandon. “but you’re mine sunoo, only mine.”
“ y-yours sir—,” sunoo manages to whimper, the brutal, deep thrusts making it almost hard to breathe, when suddenly the phone rings.
jongseong stills, sunoo whining at the lack of movement, waiting on the third ring until he reaches over and presses the answer button, putting it on speaker too and signalling for sunoo to talk.
the younger only stares at his boss with panicked eyes, when a voice croons from the telephone.
“uhh hello? sunoo?” sunghoon’s voice is heard amongst the static, and jongseong only wants to scoff. he pinches sunoo’s hip to remind him to answer.
“...um yes sunghoon! i-i’m here,” sunoo says shakily, the anxiousness seeping through his voice, “ceo park i-isn’t available righ–”
“actually i was worried about you, are you feeling better from earlier?” sunghoon, ever the sweetheart, asks, to which jongseong only rolls his eyes, moving his hand to cover sunoo’s mouth before beginning to thrust into the younger again.
sunoo whimpers from the stimulation, desperately hoping sunghoon couldn’t hear their noises from fucking. his hands flail to push at jongseong’s strong hips, signalling him to stop, tears welling in his eyes again because his boss is always so harsh, it was him who answered the call but sunoo is the one who has to speak!
“...y-yes sungh-hoon ‘m fine!” sunoo makes out, trying to sound as normal as possible, a little breathlessly as jongseong doesn’t let up the pace. he’s careful enough to thrust gently enough so they don’t make loud slapping noises, which sunoo is only slightly grateful for.
“...are you sure, sunoo? do you want me to come over and check up on you?”
“NO!” sunoo screams as jongseong reaches to roughly pinch one of his nipples at the same time, the harsh stimulation adding to the swirling arousal in the pit of his stomach.
“if you’re sure then. hey sunoo, i was wondering if you were free on the weekend? there’s this nice restaurant i’d like to go with yo–”
“no sunghoon, he’s busy,” jongseong finally almost shouts, answering for sunoo, increasing his pace out of annoyance, only making sunoo tremble more vigorously as he tries to swallow his moans.
“jay?? were you there the ent–” sunghoon says incredulously, before jongseong presses the end call button, the elder scoffing in irritation.
“now what did i say?” jongseong grumbles, hands wrapping around sunoo and pulling his torso up. he’s thrusting shallowly now, not letting sunoo breathe with how deep his thick cock pushes in.
“sir i wanna—” sunoo cries, beginning to push back and meet jongseong’s thrusts, his head all dizzy from pleasure and the need to finish.
“say you’re mine sunoo,” jay grunts, gripping sunoo’s waist tighter, “say you’re mine and you can cum.”
“m yours! jongseong i-i’m yours!” sunoo sobs, eyes wet with tears and shutting closed, his hole clamping tightly around jongseong’s cock as he lets go, streams of white decorating his desk and hardwood floor, whole body jerks and he crosses over the edge and his mind thrums, ringing noises in his ears as all the pleasure is wrung out of him.
it’s a sight for jongseong to see, the lewd sounds sunoo is making and the tight pressure of sunoo’s sensitive walls pushing him over the edge, a loud groan as jongseong pumps sunoo full of his cum, deep and painting his insides white.
and when the elder pulls out, breaths heavy as if he ran a marathon, he watches how his cum seeps out, and how incredibly pornographic it is. he pushes the cum that leaked out back into sunoo’s puffy hole, the younger squirming and whimpering, and jongseong finds it all incredibly cute.
sunoo’s almost mindless now, but he has enough wits to protest weakly when jongseong pushes the vibrator inside of him again, the younger weakly sobbing at how oversensitive he was. the elder only comforts and shushes him, promising he won’t turn it on and only wants to plug him full with his cum for the rest of the day.
sunoo only sighs, because there’s no point in arguing with ceo park jongseong.
and when sunoo finally gets his cuddles, after getting cleaned up to the best of their ability. sunoo wears spare boxers and bottoms that jongseong kept in his office for some reason, them hanging a bit loose off sunoo’s hips so that he has to borrow jongseong’s belt.
and when the end of the work day finally hits, jongseong takes the younger back to his condo to wine and dine him. they talk until the wee hours of the night, after showering together and cleaning themselves up properly, until they eventually cuddle again to one of sunoo’s favourite movies and fall asleep together.
it’s a special situation, special like their relationship, and neither of them mind the eccentric-ness of it all.