I Knew You Were Trouble When You Walked In
Pairing: JB/Jr
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, pwp, corporate!au
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: Jinyoung pays a visit to the office.
a/n: for xfragments whose love for ceo!jb transcends even mine
High above the streets of Seoul, seated behind a desk of dark mahogany, Jaebum runs a tired hand through his hair, fingers carding through jet black locks; combing them back only to have them fall like a curtain back over his forehead. It’s been a long day, jam packed with meetings, conference calls and constant yelling at the new intern Jackson to quit taking selfies with the photocopier, but as CEO of Im Incorporated, it’s all just part of his routine.
Most people aren’t cut out for the lifestyle Jaebum leads, the long hours, the stress, the travel, most people simply can’t handle it. But Jaebum finds that the Armani suits and German sports cars more than make up for it.
Now is the first time since 6 this morning that he’s had a break, his next call not for another twenty minutes, and though brief he intends to make the most of it. So he leans back in his chair, pulls at his necktie to hang loosely around him, and props his feet up on the desk; polished black Zegna loafers glinting in the light of the afternoon sun.
Two maybe three minutes pass as he scrolls mindlessly through news headlines and stock market updates on his phone but it’s soon interrupted by a soft rap on his door.
“Come in,” he answers absentmindedly, eyes still glued to his phone, so fixated on the news of sinking oil prices that he hardly registers the sound of the door opening until an all too familiar voice floats across the room.
“Hey there boss man.”
Jaebum knows, without having to lift his gaze, who exactly the voice belongs to, but even so he’s mildly shocked when he finally tears his eyes away from his phone to find Jinyoung standing in the doorway, hands in the pockets of custom tailored black slacks. Jaebum can’t see from this angle but he bets his ass looks amazing in them.
“Jinyoung,” he says, removing his feet from the desk and sitting up straight. “What are you doing here?”
Jinyoung flashes one of his megawatt smiles, made that much more stunning by the light streaming in from the floor length windows, and steps into the room. “What?” he says. “Can’t a guy visit his boyfriend at work?”
It’s a harmless answer, sweet even, but by now Jaebum has learned that Jinyoung never does things on a whim. Everything is calculated, meticulously planned to the very last detail, and Jaebum knows that now isn’t any different.
“He can,” Jaebum answers cautiously. “But usually he calls first.”
“Maybe I wanted to surprise you.” Jinyoung shuts the door behind him, a sharp click resounding throughout the room as he turns the lock into place, and strides across the room to where Jaebum is still glued to his seat. He bends down and places a peck on Jaebum’s lips, short and sweet, but lingering long enough to leave him dizzy; drunk on the taste of cherry chapstick. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” he asks when he pulls away, fondly smoothing down the lapels of Jaebum’s suit coat.
Jaebum smiles up at him. “I’m always happy to see you.” He places his hands on Jinyoung’s waist, pulling him in to stand at the edge of his chair between his spread legs and tilts his head up, just as Jinyoung angles his down to meld their lips together in another soft kiss. Jaebum intends for it to be brief, just a kiss and nothing more, but as always Jinyoung has other plans. He sucks Jaebum’s upper lip into his mouth, fingers tangling in the hairs at the nape of his neck before tugging sharply and delighting in the small gasp of pain he’s able to evoke. Jaebum mumbles something incoherent, a protest or complaint Jinyoung thinks, but still doesn’t stop him from climbing atop the elder, sitting astride his lap as he busies his fingers with undoing the buttons of Jaebum’s dress shirt. Meanwhile his mouth works on sucking a bruise into the sensitive flesh of Jaebum’s neck, licking and biting until he’s satisfied with the dark red mark that’s blossomed against the elder’s smooth skin.
By now Jinyoung can feel Jaebum’s arousal pressing lewdly against his ass, and with a wicked grin he grinds down onto it.
“Jinyoung,” Jaebum groans, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “Jinyoung stop. We can’t. I’ve got a call in ten minutes.”
“That’s too bad.” Jinyoung pouts before pressing his lips to Jaebum’s ear. “I was really looking forward to sucking you off.”
Jaebum’s eyes turn dark with lust and want, the last of his self-restraint thrown out the window with Jinyoung’s sudden proclamation, and without further provocation he reaches behind Jinyoung and presses the intercom button on his desk phone.
“Youngjae?” he calls to the other end.
“Yes sir.”
“Cancel my 4 o’ clock.”
“Yes sir.”
The line goes dead with a click and with a smirk Jaebum bucks his hips to rub shamelessly against Jinyoung’s ass. “You were saying?”
Jinyoung smiles devilishly, and placing a hand on each of Jaebum’s thighs, he slides off the chair and onto his knees where he starts on the task of removing Jaebum’s pants. The clink of metal is deafening in the silence of Jaebum’s office, so too the sound of the zipper as it comes down, but nothing is quite as thrilling as the rustle of fabric as Jinyoung hooks a thumb into the garter of his briefs and pulls down to free him from the ever tightening material.
With practiced grace Jinyoung’s fingers wrap delicately around his length, skilled hand stroking him to full hardness before he glances up through thick black lashes and smiles almost imperceptibly. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and with his eyes still glued to the elder he sucks the head of Jaebum’s penis into his mouth. Jaebum nearly chokes at the sight, watching in further amazement as inch by inch Jinyoung swallows him until his nose is pressed flush against Jaebum’s pelvis.
“Fuck,” Jaebum mutters, resisting the urge to thrust his hips up and fuck Jinyoung’s mouth to completion.
Jinyoung smirks at his reaction, tongue tracing patterns along the underside of his cock, and feeling bold, he bares his teeth to graze lightly against the sensitive skin.
Jaebum winces. “Play nice,” he warns through grit teeth.
But the intimidation is lost on Jinyoung as he pulls off and chuckles. “Or what?”
In a flash Jaebum stands to his feet, yanks Jinyoung up by his collar and backs him up to sit at the edge of his desk where he sinks his teeth into Jinyoung’s lower lip and with one sharp tug, pops the buttons off the younger’s shirt.
“You ruined it,” Jinyoung whines, pouty lips turning even poutier.
Jaebum laughs, “I’ll buy you a new one,” then lays Jinyoung down to swirl his tongue around a pert nipple.
Jinyoung’s back arches off the desk as he gasps, fingers tangled in the thick black mane of Jaebum’s hair, and it’s like music to Jaebum’s ears. He licks up the side of Jinyoung’s neck, sucks a mark into a spot behind his ear that he knows is particularly sensitive, then once satisfied trails open mouthed kisses down the expanse of his flat stomach.
Every inch of Jinyoung’s skin feels like it’s on fire, the intensity rising the lower Jaebum goes, but just as he reaches the waistband of Jinyoung’s briefs he stops.
Jinyoung makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. “What are you waiting for?” he whines, bucking his hips up only to have them pinned back down by Jaebum’s strong hands.
Jaebum smirks down at him. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please.” Jinyoung pulls him in by his tie, hot breath ghosting over the elder’s neck as he whispers, “Fuck me.”
And as if a switch has been pulled, Jaebum springs back into action. He pulls Jinyoung’s shirt off, undoes the button and zipper of his pants, then flips him onto his stomach, finally getting a view of the younger’s perfectly round ass. He moves to grab a handful of it, the opportunity too tempting to pass up, but stops when he notices something protruding from his back pocket; a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms.
Something about the sight sets a switch off in Jaebum. He feels used, had, like a fool for playing exactly into Jinyoung’s hand. Well no one made a fool of Im Jaebum.
“You little minx,” he growls low in his throat. “You planned this didn’t you?”
Jinyoung doesn’t answer, just looks back at him with a smile that quickly twists to a grimace when Jaebum’s hand comes down hard onto his ass.
“You know what I do to my employees when they cross me?” Jaebum asks, yanking down Jinyoung’s pants and briefs in one quick tug.
Jinyoung shakes his head.
“I punish them.”
Jinyoung hears the tear of the condom wrapper, the click of the cap on the bottle of lube, a rustling of fabric, and then Jaebum’s dick is running tauntingly up and down the crack of his ass cheeks.
“Know what I’m going to do to you?”
Jaebum’s breath fans out across Jinyoung’s ear, sending a noticeable shiver down his spine, and though he knows full well how this next part will play out, how badly it’ll hurt, how sore and aching he’ll be when he wakes up tomorrow, he still finds his cock twitching in anticipation. So he turns his head and with a small smirk says, “Punish me.”
With a quick snap of his hips, Jaebum enters him, the pain searing but somehow exactly what Jinyoung needs as he clutches the edge of the desk for purchase. His knuckles turn white as he fights to hold on but Jaebum is relentless, pounding into him with a brutal force that shakes the pens, files, and folders right off his desk. Eventually, the pain lessens, Jinyoung’s hole finally stretched to accommodate Jaebum and with each successive thrust of the elder’s hip Jinyoung can feel the pleasure build.
That’s when he starts to respond with tiny gasps and throaty moans, with shallow thrusts and whispered encouragements: faster, harder, deeper.
Jaebum is all too willing to oblige, pulling out to flip Jinyoung on his back, force one leg up onto the desk, then mercilessly slam back into him. Jinyoung throws his head back in ecstasy, lips parted as he arches his back at a bone breaking angle, and the sight is so sinful, the noises so obscene that Jaebum can’t help but lose control.
He comes with a cry of Jinyoung’s name, the simple act enough to have Jinyoung following after, and together they collapse onto Jaebum’s desk.
For several minutes they lay there, bathed in the glow of the afternoon sun, Jinyoung fondly stroking Jaebum’s hair, Jaebum listening calmly to the steady beat of Jinyoung’s heart before he sits up on his elbows and smirks. “Did you learn your lesson?”
Jinyoung worries at his lip, pretending to think it over. “Hmm…not sure. I think I need a couple more rounds to reflect.”
Jaebum snarls and bites down on his earlobe. “You asked for it.”
i'm going to hell
Rating: NC-17
Genre: smut, pwp, corporate!au
Word Count: 1.8k
Summary: Jinyoung pays a visit to the office.
a/n: for xfragments whose love for ceo!jb transcends even mine
High above the streets of Seoul, seated behind a desk of dark mahogany, Jaebum runs a tired hand through his hair, fingers carding through jet black locks; combing them back only to have them fall like a curtain back over his forehead. It’s been a long day, jam packed with meetings, conference calls and constant yelling at the new intern Jackson to quit taking selfies with the photocopier, but as CEO of Im Incorporated, it’s all just part of his routine.
Most people aren’t cut out for the lifestyle Jaebum leads, the long hours, the stress, the travel, most people simply can’t handle it. But Jaebum finds that the Armani suits and German sports cars more than make up for it.
Now is the first time since 6 this morning that he’s had a break, his next call not for another twenty minutes, and though brief he intends to make the most of it. So he leans back in his chair, pulls at his necktie to hang loosely around him, and props his feet up on the desk; polished black Zegna loafers glinting in the light of the afternoon sun.
Two maybe three minutes pass as he scrolls mindlessly through news headlines and stock market updates on his phone but it’s soon interrupted by a soft rap on his door.
“Come in,” he answers absentmindedly, eyes still glued to his phone, so fixated on the news of sinking oil prices that he hardly registers the sound of the door opening until an all too familiar voice floats across the room.
“Hey there boss man.”
Jaebum knows, without having to lift his gaze, who exactly the voice belongs to, but even so he’s mildly shocked when he finally tears his eyes away from his phone to find Jinyoung standing in the doorway, hands in the pockets of custom tailored black slacks. Jaebum can’t see from this angle but he bets his ass looks amazing in them.
“Jinyoung,” he says, removing his feet from the desk and sitting up straight. “What are you doing here?”
Jinyoung flashes one of his megawatt smiles, made that much more stunning by the light streaming in from the floor length windows, and steps into the room. “What?” he says. “Can’t a guy visit his boyfriend at work?”
It’s a harmless answer, sweet even, but by now Jaebum has learned that Jinyoung never does things on a whim. Everything is calculated, meticulously planned to the very last detail, and Jaebum knows that now isn’t any different.
“He can,” Jaebum answers cautiously. “But usually he calls first.”
“Maybe I wanted to surprise you.” Jinyoung shuts the door behind him, a sharp click resounding throughout the room as he turns the lock into place, and strides across the room to where Jaebum is still glued to his seat. He bends down and places a peck on Jaebum’s lips, short and sweet, but lingering long enough to leave him dizzy; drunk on the taste of cherry chapstick. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” he asks when he pulls away, fondly smoothing down the lapels of Jaebum’s suit coat.
Jaebum smiles up at him. “I’m always happy to see you.” He places his hands on Jinyoung’s waist, pulling him in to stand at the edge of his chair between his spread legs and tilts his head up, just as Jinyoung angles his down to meld their lips together in another soft kiss. Jaebum intends for it to be brief, just a kiss and nothing more, but as always Jinyoung has other plans. He sucks Jaebum’s upper lip into his mouth, fingers tangling in the hairs at the nape of his neck before tugging sharply and delighting in the small gasp of pain he’s able to evoke. Jaebum mumbles something incoherent, a protest or complaint Jinyoung thinks, but still doesn’t stop him from climbing atop the elder, sitting astride his lap as he busies his fingers with undoing the buttons of Jaebum’s dress shirt. Meanwhile his mouth works on sucking a bruise into the sensitive flesh of Jaebum’s neck, licking and biting until he’s satisfied with the dark red mark that’s blossomed against the elder’s smooth skin.
By now Jinyoung can feel Jaebum’s arousal pressing lewdly against his ass, and with a wicked grin he grinds down onto it.
“Jinyoung,” Jaebum groans, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. “Jinyoung stop. We can’t. I’ve got a call in ten minutes.”
“That’s too bad.” Jinyoung pouts before pressing his lips to Jaebum’s ear. “I was really looking forward to sucking you off.”
Jaebum’s eyes turn dark with lust and want, the last of his self-restraint thrown out the window with Jinyoung’s sudden proclamation, and without further provocation he reaches behind Jinyoung and presses the intercom button on his desk phone.
“Youngjae?” he calls to the other end.
“Yes sir.”
“Cancel my 4 o’ clock.”
“Yes sir.”
The line goes dead with a click and with a smirk Jaebum bucks his hips to rub shamelessly against Jinyoung’s ass. “You were saying?”
Jinyoung smiles devilishly, and placing a hand on each of Jaebum’s thighs, he slides off the chair and onto his knees where he starts on the task of removing Jaebum’s pants. The clink of metal is deafening in the silence of Jaebum’s office, so too the sound of the zipper as it comes down, but nothing is quite as thrilling as the rustle of fabric as Jinyoung hooks a thumb into the garter of his briefs and pulls down to free him from the ever tightening material.
With practiced grace Jinyoung’s fingers wrap delicately around his length, skilled hand stroking him to full hardness before he glances up through thick black lashes and smiles almost imperceptibly. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and with his eyes still glued to the elder he sucks the head of Jaebum’s penis into his mouth. Jaebum nearly chokes at the sight, watching in further amazement as inch by inch Jinyoung swallows him until his nose is pressed flush against Jaebum’s pelvis.
“Fuck,” Jaebum mutters, resisting the urge to thrust his hips up and fuck Jinyoung’s mouth to completion.
Jinyoung smirks at his reaction, tongue tracing patterns along the underside of his cock, and feeling bold, he bares his teeth to graze lightly against the sensitive skin.
Jaebum winces. “Play nice,” he warns through grit teeth.
But the intimidation is lost on Jinyoung as he pulls off and chuckles. “Or what?”
In a flash Jaebum stands to his feet, yanks Jinyoung up by his collar and backs him up to sit at the edge of his desk where he sinks his teeth into Jinyoung’s lower lip and with one sharp tug, pops the buttons off the younger’s shirt.
“You ruined it,” Jinyoung whines, pouty lips turning even poutier.
Jaebum laughs, “I’ll buy you a new one,” then lays Jinyoung down to swirl his tongue around a pert nipple.
Jinyoung’s back arches off the desk as he gasps, fingers tangled in the thick black mane of Jaebum’s hair, and it’s like music to Jaebum’s ears. He licks up the side of Jinyoung’s neck, sucks a mark into a spot behind his ear that he knows is particularly sensitive, then once satisfied trails open mouthed kisses down the expanse of his flat stomach.
Every inch of Jinyoung’s skin feels like it’s on fire, the intensity rising the lower Jaebum goes, but just as he reaches the waistband of Jinyoung’s briefs he stops.
Jinyoung makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat. “What are you waiting for?” he whines, bucking his hips up only to have them pinned back down by Jaebum’s strong hands.
Jaebum smirks down at him. “What’s the magic word?”
“Please.” Jinyoung pulls him in by his tie, hot breath ghosting over the elder’s neck as he whispers, “Fuck me.”
And as if a switch has been pulled, Jaebum springs back into action. He pulls Jinyoung’s shirt off, undoes the button and zipper of his pants, then flips him onto his stomach, finally getting a view of the younger’s perfectly round ass. He moves to grab a handful of it, the opportunity too tempting to pass up, but stops when he notices something protruding from his back pocket; a bottle of lube and a packet of condoms.
Something about the sight sets a switch off in Jaebum. He feels used, had, like a fool for playing exactly into Jinyoung’s hand. Well no one made a fool of Im Jaebum.
“You little minx,” he growls low in his throat. “You planned this didn’t you?”
Jinyoung doesn’t answer, just looks back at him with a smile that quickly twists to a grimace when Jaebum’s hand comes down hard onto his ass.
“You know what I do to my employees when they cross me?” Jaebum asks, yanking down Jinyoung’s pants and briefs in one quick tug.
Jinyoung shakes his head.
“I punish them.”
Jinyoung hears the tear of the condom wrapper, the click of the cap on the bottle of lube, a rustling of fabric, and then Jaebum’s dick is running tauntingly up and down the crack of his ass cheeks.
“Know what I’m going to do to you?”
Jaebum’s breath fans out across Jinyoung’s ear, sending a noticeable shiver down his spine, and though he knows full well how this next part will play out, how badly it’ll hurt, how sore and aching he’ll be when he wakes up tomorrow, he still finds his cock twitching in anticipation. So he turns his head and with a small smirk says, “Punish me.”
With a quick snap of his hips, Jaebum enters him, the pain searing but somehow exactly what Jinyoung needs as he clutches the edge of the desk for purchase. His knuckles turn white as he fights to hold on but Jaebum is relentless, pounding into him with a brutal force that shakes the pens, files, and folders right off his desk. Eventually, the pain lessens, Jinyoung’s hole finally stretched to accommodate Jaebum and with each successive thrust of the elder’s hip Jinyoung can feel the pleasure build.
That’s when he starts to respond with tiny gasps and throaty moans, with shallow thrusts and whispered encouragements: faster, harder, deeper.
Jaebum is all too willing to oblige, pulling out to flip Jinyoung on his back, force one leg up onto the desk, then mercilessly slam back into him. Jinyoung throws his head back in ecstasy, lips parted as he arches his back at a bone breaking angle, and the sight is so sinful, the noises so obscene that Jaebum can’t help but lose control.
He comes with a cry of Jinyoung’s name, the simple act enough to have Jinyoung following after, and together they collapse onto Jaebum’s desk.
For several minutes they lay there, bathed in the glow of the afternoon sun, Jinyoung fondly stroking Jaebum’s hair, Jaebum listening calmly to the steady beat of Jinyoung’s heart before he sits up on his elbows and smirks. “Did you learn your lesson?”
Jinyoung worries at his lip, pretending to think it over. “Hmm…not sure. I think I need a couple more rounds to reflect.”
Jaebum snarls and bites down on his earlobe. “You asked for it.”
i'm going to hell