[fic] Depravities (Changmin/Jaejoong) oneshot
Title: Depravities
Author: tokkisshi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Smut
Warnings: Smut, office smut, desk smut, oral, anal, nymphomaniac!Jae
Featuring: TVXQ!; Changmin/Jaejoong
Disclaimer: Such a pretty lie, don't you think?
Synopsis: After hearing a rumor about his boss (namely how well endowed he is), Jaejoong decides to blackmail him into an aggressive one night stand to sate his whorish hunger.
depravities.
Most days, Jaejoong tends to keep to himself. His dreary 9 to 5 office job is nothing more than a means to an end. It keeps a roof over his head, keeps food in his stomach, and helps him afford his vast collection of porn and toys. Most days he’s content to come home from work, throw his clothes in the washer, and curl up in front of the TV and see how long he can tease himself until he comes so hard he can’t remember his own name.
Today, while it starts off like any other day, Jaejoong soon learns will become a day to remember. It seems perfectly normal, not out of place in the least, when he notices his supervisor’s secretary talking in hushed whispers with the girl 2 cubicles over -- the closest thing she’s got to a best friend in this place. At first he ignores the twittering women until he hears something that makes him take a step back, straining his ears to listen for it again. It’s then when he notices the harassed flush of her cheeks, and when he hears it again, that magical phrase, it’s like heaven has rained down everything good and great upon him.
Today is his day, Jaejoong thinks, as he lets the words make a song in his mind.
“The rumors about Changmin sunbae-nim are true -- I saw him in his office with the girl from housekeeping myself. I don’t think I can look at him the same way again, especially since I’ve seen the bowling pin between his legs!”
It’s one of Jaejoong’s greatest guarded secrets, the magnetic attraction he has to his supervisor. He’s completely and utterly in lust with the man, and sometimes he can’t sleep until he’s come with that name on the tip of his tongue like the darkest of sins. It’s only in his fantasies that he sees the real length of those mile long legs, feels the touch of his burning hands on scorched flesh, and taste the musk of his need. Jaejoong is stupidly desperate, which is why three days later he finds himself doing something a little...out of the ordinary.
The secretary lets Jaejoong into the office with little fuss as she’s too eager to leave, and Changmin doesn’t so much as spare him a glance when he enters. It’s just after 6pm now and the only people left in the building are either the cleaning crew or the overachievers like Changmin himself -- the perfect opportunity.
“You’re here late,” Changmin observes, finally meeting his gaze levelly. Lips twisting upward, Jaejoong helps himself to the spot at the front of Changmin’s desk, leaning over and propping his elbows on it. He rests his chin in his palms before he speaks, wistfully:
“You have something I want.”
Changmin gives him a flat look. “A promotion? A wage-”
“No,” Jaejoong interrupts him, smiling again. “Let me put it this way: a little birdie saw you, oh, about 3 days ago with the pretty new housekeeper on her knees for you.”
Changmin has a good poker face, but it’s far from perfect. The tell-tale twitch of the corner of his mouth is what calls his bluff, giving Jaejoong all of the confidence that he needs. He wonders if his life would be this interesting if he was still the meek and shy kid he’d been in high school.
“This is a place of business,” Changmin says, voice low and dangerous and it does all sorts of things to Jaejoong that he can’t begin to describe. “Are you accusing me of engaging in vulgar activity while here, with fellow employees?”
“Accusing isn’t quite the word I’d use,” Jaejoong says, and he moves so that he’s resting on the edge of his desk. Looking down at Changmin makes the power between them, at that moment, so much more obvious in its difference: Jaejoong is totally in control, and Changmin is helpless to deny him anything before it’s even begun. “I’m hardly accusing you of doing something I know you’ve done, something I have proof of happening.”
It’s Jaejoong’s turn to bluff, and luckily for him, Jaejoong is absolutely certain he had a better teacher when it came to the best poker face.
Changmin averts his gaze, a surrender. “What do you want?” he asks, letting out a resigned huff.
“You.”
The look directed at Jaejoong should make him quiver with fear, but instead of makes him tremble with anticipation. Changmin was getting worked up based on a single word alone, and the more he could fan at the embers of this budding fire, the better this experience would be for the both of them.
“You fuck girls at the office for a bit of fun in your otherwise dreary life, am I wrong?” Jaejoong says, licking his lips. He knows his mouth is capable of tantalizingly wicked things and this is just the beginning. “It’s spicy, it’s fun -- the thrill of knowing you could be caught any second. The satisfaction of knowing that you actually have. Adventures with more mountains to climb each sequel, and a new girl as your reward. But, then again, you’ve never had a real adventure before, have you?”
“I don’t like men,” Changmin immediately scowls.
“You can bend me over your desk, and all you’ll see is my back. I bet you’ve never done a girl up the ass before. It’s so much...tighter. Warmer. Better. I wax, too, and I’ve been told I’m rather pretty. I think we can work around the fact I have a cock.”
“I can get you fired. This is sexual harassment.” Changmin is no different than any other hot-blooded man -- he’s considering it.
“I’ll take you down with me,” Jaejoong returns the threat just as easily, head tilted to the side. “Let’s stop this cock fight before it even begins. Just give me what I want -- one time, no frills -- then I’ll be out of your hair for the rest of our careers.”
“What about your...proof?” Changmin asks uneasily.
“I think I’ll keep that for my own personal pleasure,” Jaejoong chuckles.
“No,” Changmin says, glaring at him. “Swear to me you’ll get rid of that, too.”
“Alright,” Jaejoong speaks, oddly amused by the sudden desperation in Changmin’s voice. “I swear to you I will dispose of my evidence.”
The other goes quiet, and Jaejoong watches as he forces his body to relax in the ergonomic chair. He doesn’t relax much, he’s still tense and Jaejoong knows he doesn’t want to do this but a part of him is too curious to actually deny him.
“Let’s make this quick,” Changmin utters, pushing the chair away from the desk. It’s enough room to fit someone down there, but Jaejoong will be damned if that’s all Changmin allows him to do.
“I don’t intend to do all of the work,” Jaejoong says easily, sauntering over to the other side. He stands in front of Changmin, smirking down at him. What he intends to do is a lot of teasing, but when it comes down to it, Changmin is going to fuck Jaejoong so hard he’ll be feeling it for days. The thought of riding him until he comes is tempting, but Jaejoong wants Changmin to want this -- to be so hard his cock is going to burst before the real fun even begins.
Changmin doesn’t say anything, lips twitching as he fights the urge to scowl. Jaejoong decides he’s teased Changmin enough about their situation, knowing his boss has a bit of a short fuse and the last thing he wants is to genuinely upset the man. He slides down the desk and onto his knees, slowly as to make a show and to get as comfortable as he can. Jaejoong has been on his knees sucking cock like this before enough times to know it’s not exactly the most comfortable thing, but he knows all he needs to know to keep himself going until Changmin is exactly where he wants him.
The man shifts in his chair again, inching closer to the edge of the seat as Jaejoong reaches up to undo the belt from its buckle and loop. It’s a beautiful dark leather, something that must have cost a pretty penny and he wonders what it would feel like coming down on his ass. The thought has his whole body trembling with a sudden, hot wave of need crashing down on him. It’s been so long since he’s been with someone that could hurt him good, and he can’t help but think Changmin is the perfect candidate to give him what he desires the most. Changmin is tall with gorgeous, mile long legs that are thick and firm and well muscled just like the rest of him. It’s not necessary to see Changmin naked to know his body is in great shape. The tightness of his shirts tell Jaejoong more than enough as he watches the muscles ripple beneath the fabric, mouth watering from the sudden hunger clawing at his empty insides.
Jaejoong pulls Changmin’s work shirt from his pants, pushing the rich cotton up to reveal the honeyed expanse of chiselled abdominal muscles, watching them twitch as his fingers trace the edges. Licking his lips, Jaejoong feels another rush of need surge through his bloodstream. It is hot and potent and has him already half hard in his pants just from the thought of being bent over Changmin’s desk and fucked. He’s been so long without a lay that his whole being hurts with the overwhelming arousal burning him from the inside out.
Next comes the real prize, and Jaejoong’s so damn excited that his hands are shaking as he makes Changmin inch up so he can jerk those fine pants down to his ankles. Changmin’s legs are even longer when up close and personal, sparsely covered with dark hair. The first thing Jaejoong does is rake his blunt nails down the sensitive flesh along the inside of Changmin’s thighs, his eyes taking in the still soft length nestled in a patch of neatly trimmed curls. If Jaejoong had been hungry before, now he was absolutely famished.
Moaning his name, Jaejoong leans forward and inches Changmin into his mouth a little bit at a time. His tongue laves attention on the spots he knows to be the most sensitive, just under the head and dabbling in the slit, and much to his delight he feels a twitch in his mouth. Sucking noisily, Jaejoong works at Changmin’s cock until he’s hard as a rock. He is oh so delighted to note the rumors about his boss are true: while soft, Changmin is intriguing with a certain girth about him that makes you wonder. But he is a grower, and with every passing second Jaejoong both watches and feels Changmin’s beautiful dick thicken to its full potential.
With one last lick to the head, Jaejoong lets Changmin’s length fall from his mouth to slap against his belly. Seconds later fingers are digging into his scalp, pulling his hair, and forcing it back in his mouth. Jaejoong is far too happy to let Changmin take control and force himself down his throat. This is exactly what he wants, what part of him needs, but he won’t say anything just to see how far Changmin will go. So far he seems to be doing better than expected, shoving his dick so far down Jaejoong’s throat he chokes and brings tears to his eyes. Saliva is almost everywhere, and Jaejoong thinks this might be one of the messiest blow jobs he’s ever given, but that’s what makes it good.
A deep, guttural sound comes from Changmin’s throat above him, and the next thing Jaejoong knows is he’s being pulled up and bent over the hardwood surface. The edge digs into his lower stomach, just the perfect spice of pain to keep him interested. He thinks Changmin is being brutal because he wants to turn Jaejoong off, but little does he know the complete pleasure of having one’s body manipulated so thoroughly.
“If you think hurting me is going to make me run away, you are so wrong,” Jaejoong moans out as he feels the head of Changmin’s cock poking his backside. The other man is nearly shredding the clothes off his body, pants yanked off and disappearing somewhere on the other side of the desk. His shirt is left alone, surprising him, but now he is at Changmin’s mercy in a way that has him trembling.
“You’re so fucked in the head,” Changmin grunts, and he begins his slow descent into Jaejoong’s body. The breach has Jaejoong’s back arching, fingers digging deep into his palms as his whole body shudders as it is once again filled. He has been so empty since that morning with his favorite dildo, stretching him nice and big just for Changmin. The only lubrication they have is the quickly drying saliva, but it’s enough to help Changmin bury himself completely inside Jaejoong’s clenching hole. As much as he hates to admit it, Jaejoong is right: being with a man feels so much better in ways his mind isn’t quite ready to process just yet.
“It happens when you were bent over your high school art teacher’s knee and spanked for your first time.” Jaejoong whimpers and clenches around Changmin, feeling how thick and warm he is. It’s barely just begun but he thinks he’s already so close to coming undone by the sheer force of his need alone.
“Shut up,” Changmin mutters, pressing Jaejoong’s face against the desk. He takes a deep breath and almost pulls all the way out of Jaejoong, finding the friction so good but almost too much. It’s a good thing he’s alone in his office a lot, Changmin thinks as he opens a drawer and pulls out a bottle of lubricant. He thinks he hears Jaejoong mockingly snort, but a quick smack to his ass cheek has him mellowed down again with a quiet whimper. Changmin liberally dribbles some lube around Jaejoong’s stretched hole, a deep rose color he finds he rather likes when its stretched around him like a fitted glove. A line to the root of his cock follows next, more out of precaution than anything else. A part of him doesn’t want to give the pain to Jaejoong that he seems to want, to need, but another more sadistic façade wants to see how much he can take before he’ll beg for mercy. Maybe another time, Changmin thinks, as he inches forward into that tight channel.
Jaejoong lets out a keening whine as Changmin fills him again, feeling the cool lube drip down his thighs in a steady rivulet. The deeper he gets, the more he is overwhelmed with sensation. While the lube helps make the slide of their bodies work to a perfect tandem, Changmin seems far too content to let an inch slide out, then back in, not giving either one of them enough. Jaejoong knows he’s trying to tease rather than please, to torture Jaejoong in another way he’s a bit more certain won’t be liked in the least.
“Fucker,” Jaejoong breathes, and the air catches in his throat when he’s all of a sudden empty, then filled again with a full stroke in the span of a second. Changmin’s hips piston in and out of him with a strength he is surprised by, the full force of his body working to fill him to the deepest he can manage before he can go no more, and then back again. It has Jaejoong’s entire body vibrating with pleasure as he gyrates his hips along the desk, seeking that bit of pain he needs as his cock scrapes against the wooden edge.
Just when Jaejoong thinks Changmin is teasing him again, hard strokes strong and steady, he becomes surprised when Changmin coaxes a leg up over his desk, right by the keyboard, and manages to slide that last inch of himself home inside of him with a brutal strength that has Jaejoong crying out in abandon. “Oh, fuck,” he moans, reiterates, breathes, until Changmin does it again again again, leaving him pleasantly bereft of air. The pleasure is the only thing swimming in his veins and going straight to his head, until he gasps like a starved creature. It occurs to him in the back of his mind that Changmin is experienced with bending people over his desk and fucking them, and so the green hand of envy clutches tight around his heart. You’ve earned this, Jaejoong tells himself, as he struggles to stand on the tips of his toes. Each overwhelming thrust from Changmin has him threatening to collapse into a boneless heap of pleasure.
Changmin is powerful and has a certain air around him that leaves Jaejoong needing more, like a drug pulling at his senses and taking him to heights his body and mind have never known previously. Just this one time isn’t going to be enough, and the revelation has his stomach curling in so many different directions he can’t tell what the fuck is going on with his body anymore. A part of him is like a bound coil, overwhelmed by pressure and ready to explode at any second while another part of him just wants the more more more he knows he cannot have.
“Harder,” Jaejoong whimpers, biting down on the flesh of his arm as he tries to distract himself. Changmin is too happy to oblige, rocking him back and forth against the desk until he’s lost in that beautiful lull of pleasure again. This has to be some of the best sex he’s had in some time, that or Jaejoong had simply become too content with just himself and battery-operated toys and now his eyes were open again. A part of him has missed this, the startling intimacy of being with someone else and the things only another person is capable of doing.
Jaejoong thinks about trying to fist himself to completion, but with the way Changmin is pounding into him like a jackhammer has him thinking better of it. He wants to so much because he’s so hard it hurts, but he knows with a push in the right direction Changmin can make him come without ever once touching his cock.
“If you come on my desk, you clean it with your tongue,” Changmin growls brokenly above him, leaning forward so that their sweaty bodies are pressed tight against each other. There’s so much heat between them Jaejoong finds himself suffocating again, gasping for air because it’s the only thing that will keep him going.
Just as Jaejoong feels his release getting precariously close, like wandering along a deep precipice and being too close to the edge -- so close you know you’re going to fall, it’s just a matter of when. Jaejoong yearns for the exhilaration that the fall will bring him, but the second he feels himself slipping he’s steadied again by Changmin’s damned grip. The man above him lets out a guttural roar as his body judders, withdrawing from Jaejoong’s hole so he can paint the blank canvas that is his too pale skin with reminders of their sin.
“Please,” Jaejoong begs, near collapsing to his knees. “Please Changmin-nim, let me come.”
So far gone, he is, lost to the basic desires his body has. His hands tremble as he fights the urge to touch himself until he has Changmin’s permission, though why he waits confuses even himself. He could just finish himself off, take what he wants, and be done with their torrid affair as was his intention from the beginning.
A bark of laughter has Jaejoong whimpering again, afraid he will be denied and sent home to play with himself and achieve the level of release he knows he won’t unless it’s by Changmin’s delegation.
“Look at you,” Changmin says, almost mockingly, fingers curling in the dark strands of Jaejoong’s hair as he jerks his head back. “You’re like a dog.”
A slave to his own design, Jaejoong nods because there is nothing else he can do.
“Come in your hand,” Changmin tells him, far too amused by the turn of events. Earlier Jaejoong was in control but to see him quivering on his knees, begging for mercy, Changmin finds he wants to take advantage of it. “If you get even a drop on my carpet I’ll make you stay over every night for a month, unpaid to clean my office from top to bottom.”
Jaejoong almost wants to do it, but he’s too focused on the feeling of his hand wrapped around his cock and jerking at the flesh. The friction is a pleasant relief to his body, and his orgasm is teasing him again. It’s seconds before he’s finally able to release, wave after wave of hot come landing in his palm as he struggles to not make anymore of a mess of Changmin’s office than they already have. He knows various items from his desk have toppled over and even landed on the floor, if the mess of paper clips he can see from the corner of his eyes is any indication.
The laugh that spills forth from Changmin’s lips the second he’s sure his release is done is downright sinister and makes Jaejoong shudder in ways he’s not quite sure he wants to understand.
“Now you get to do the walk of shame all the way to the bathroom to wash your hands. Does that sound like fun, Jaejoongie?”
Jaejoong bites back a whimper, his body suddenly jerking as he thinks about wandering down the hall to the public floor restroom where there are sure to be maintenance workers out and about.
“Don’t spill even a drop,” Changmin says, motioning for him to get up. Jaejoong does manage to stand on shaky legs after a long struggle, his face hot and burning in shame. He fixes the back of his shirt that had ridden up during their romp and begins his slow trek out of the office, but first assuring there was no one around to see him exit so indecently from Changmin’s office. A part of him wonders if Changmin has played these games before with people since he doesn’t seem to care too much about being caught, as he already has been by his own secretary.
When Jaejoong finally ends up in the bathroom, he breathes a sigh of relief and immediately begins washing his hands off. He watches the evidence of their coupling off his back too, first with a wet paper towel then with a little bit of soap and water that drips down the back of his legs until he catches it with a dry towel. He takes a moment to clean himself up as best as he can while he’s in there, wincing at how sensitive the clenching muscles around his hole are. Changmin was beautifully brutal and managed to do a number on him, one that would leave him blissfully sore for at least the next day. A part of him couldn’t wait to wake up in the morning and still feel the strength of Changmin’s body all over him.
The bathroom door opens, and Jaejoong jerks back in shame only to find his boss staring at him with an expression he doesn’t quite know how to interpret. He carries the rest of Jaejoong’s vestments with him and tosses it all unceremoniously onto the floor, an unspoken command for Jaejoong to dress himself then to get the fuck out.
As Jaejoong slides into his pants, Changmin says, “I want you in here at 5am sharp tomorrow. You’ll need to clean my desk and reorganize everything since you knocked almost everything out of place.”
“Yes,” Jaejoong agrees without complaint, and Changmin leaves. It takes the man several long minutes to regain his composure, to return to himself before he thinks he can walk out of the bathroom and pretend nothing happened.
It’s almost 9pm by the time he gets back to his apartment, and for once he crawls into bed and sleeps the second his light is off.
*
A week later, Jaejoong is working on shutting everything down. It has been a long, solemn week where he has actually tried to focus on doing his work to the best of his ability rather than just getting it done so he can go home and play with himself. There’s a knock on his cubicle just as he is turning off his monitor, turning to greet Changmin’s wiry secretary with an arched eyebrow. He is a bit befuddled by her appearance, wondering what Changmin could possibly want with him.
“Changmin-sshi would like to see you before you leave. The office is unlocked so just walk right in. I’ll see you tomorrow!” The woman rattles off her instructions before sauntering off, wrapped tight in a stylish autumn jacket with her bag at her side.
Jaejoong is apprehensive as he enters his boss’ office, bowing respectfully as the man sends him an acknowledging glare. “You requested to see me, Changmin-sshi?” he says, biting his lip as he keeps his gaze focused on the ground.
“I wanted to discuss your work,” Changmin speaks, folding his hands in his lap. Jaejoong notices how he inches his chair back far enough that he can cross his legs. Jaejoong tries his hardest not to think about the glorious length he has hidden behind those pants, swallowing the sudden rush of saliva as he remembers exactly how he’d tasted and scented its natural musk.
“Of course,” Jaejoong replies professionally, amicably, and he dares not take a seat unless he is offered one.
Changmin goes quiet, lips pursing as his fingers drum together. He seems to almost hesitate before he sits up straighter, legs falling back down to the floor. Jaejoong mourns that he could fit in that space, mourns that he cannot and so he will starve.
“Your work in the past week has improved tremendously,” Changmin begins. “I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.”
The invitation is unmistakable, and Jaejoong is far too eager to crawl between Changmin’s mile long legs and let him fuck his mouth again and again...and again. If this is his reward for focusing on his work, he promises to himself that he will work to his full potential because he desperately wants to feel Changmin deep inside him once more.
This one has been stuck in my head for quite some time and was originally supposed to be YunJae, and thanks to the amazing beeswaxing I was able to squeeze it all out after she asked me do writing sprints with her. ^_^
With Love,
♥ Porn Monster
Author: tokkisshi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Smut
Warnings: Smut, office smut, desk smut, oral, anal, nymphomaniac!Jae
Featuring: TVXQ!; Changmin/Jaejoong
Disclaimer: Such a pretty lie, don't you think?
Synopsis: After hearing a rumor about his boss (namely how well endowed he is), Jaejoong decides to blackmail him into an aggressive one night stand to sate his whorish hunger.
depravities.
Most days, Jaejoong tends to keep to himself. His dreary 9 to 5 office job is nothing more than a means to an end. It keeps a roof over his head, keeps food in his stomach, and helps him afford his vast collection of porn and toys. Most days he’s content to come home from work, throw his clothes in the washer, and curl up in front of the TV and see how long he can tease himself until he comes so hard he can’t remember his own name.
Today, while it starts off like any other day, Jaejoong soon learns will become a day to remember. It seems perfectly normal, not out of place in the least, when he notices his supervisor’s secretary talking in hushed whispers with the girl 2 cubicles over -- the closest thing she’s got to a best friend in this place. At first he ignores the twittering women until he hears something that makes him take a step back, straining his ears to listen for it again. It’s then when he notices the harassed flush of her cheeks, and when he hears it again, that magical phrase, it’s like heaven has rained down everything good and great upon him.
Today is his day, Jaejoong thinks, as he lets the words make a song in his mind.
“The rumors about Changmin sunbae-nim are true -- I saw him in his office with the girl from housekeeping myself. I don’t think I can look at him the same way again, especially since I’ve seen the bowling pin between his legs!”
It’s one of Jaejoong’s greatest guarded secrets, the magnetic attraction he has to his supervisor. He’s completely and utterly in lust with the man, and sometimes he can’t sleep until he’s come with that name on the tip of his tongue like the darkest of sins. It’s only in his fantasies that he sees the real length of those mile long legs, feels the touch of his burning hands on scorched flesh, and taste the musk of his need. Jaejoong is stupidly desperate, which is why three days later he finds himself doing something a little...out of the ordinary.
The secretary lets Jaejoong into the office with little fuss as she’s too eager to leave, and Changmin doesn’t so much as spare him a glance when he enters. It’s just after 6pm now and the only people left in the building are either the cleaning crew or the overachievers like Changmin himself -- the perfect opportunity.
“You’re here late,” Changmin observes, finally meeting his gaze levelly. Lips twisting upward, Jaejoong helps himself to the spot at the front of Changmin’s desk, leaning over and propping his elbows on it. He rests his chin in his palms before he speaks, wistfully:
“You have something I want.”
Changmin gives him a flat look. “A promotion? A wage-”
“No,” Jaejoong interrupts him, smiling again. “Let me put it this way: a little birdie saw you, oh, about 3 days ago with the pretty new housekeeper on her knees for you.”
Changmin has a good poker face, but it’s far from perfect. The tell-tale twitch of the corner of his mouth is what calls his bluff, giving Jaejoong all of the confidence that he needs. He wonders if his life would be this interesting if he was still the meek and shy kid he’d been in high school.
“This is a place of business,” Changmin says, voice low and dangerous and it does all sorts of things to Jaejoong that he can’t begin to describe. “Are you accusing me of engaging in vulgar activity while here, with fellow employees?”
“Accusing isn’t quite the word I’d use,” Jaejoong says, and he moves so that he’s resting on the edge of his desk. Looking down at Changmin makes the power between them, at that moment, so much more obvious in its difference: Jaejoong is totally in control, and Changmin is helpless to deny him anything before it’s even begun. “I’m hardly accusing you of doing something I know you’ve done, something I have proof of happening.”
It’s Jaejoong’s turn to bluff, and luckily for him, Jaejoong is absolutely certain he had a better teacher when it came to the best poker face.
Changmin averts his gaze, a surrender. “What do you want?” he asks, letting out a resigned huff.
“You.”
The look directed at Jaejoong should make him quiver with fear, but instead of makes him tremble with anticipation. Changmin was getting worked up based on a single word alone, and the more he could fan at the embers of this budding fire, the better this experience would be for the both of them.
“You fuck girls at the office for a bit of fun in your otherwise dreary life, am I wrong?” Jaejoong says, licking his lips. He knows his mouth is capable of tantalizingly wicked things and this is just the beginning. “It’s spicy, it’s fun -- the thrill of knowing you could be caught any second. The satisfaction of knowing that you actually have. Adventures with more mountains to climb each sequel, and a new girl as your reward. But, then again, you’ve never had a real adventure before, have you?”
“I don’t like men,” Changmin immediately scowls.
“You can bend me over your desk, and all you’ll see is my back. I bet you’ve never done a girl up the ass before. It’s so much...tighter. Warmer. Better. I wax, too, and I’ve been told I’m rather pretty. I think we can work around the fact I have a cock.”
“I can get you fired. This is sexual harassment.” Changmin is no different than any other hot-blooded man -- he’s considering it.
“I’ll take you down with me,” Jaejoong returns the threat just as easily, head tilted to the side. “Let’s stop this cock fight before it even begins. Just give me what I want -- one time, no frills -- then I’ll be out of your hair for the rest of our careers.”
“What about your...proof?” Changmin asks uneasily.
“I think I’ll keep that for my own personal pleasure,” Jaejoong chuckles.
“No,” Changmin says, glaring at him. “Swear to me you’ll get rid of that, too.”
“Alright,” Jaejoong speaks, oddly amused by the sudden desperation in Changmin’s voice. “I swear to you I will dispose of my evidence.”
The other goes quiet, and Jaejoong watches as he forces his body to relax in the ergonomic chair. He doesn’t relax much, he’s still tense and Jaejoong knows he doesn’t want to do this but a part of him is too curious to actually deny him.
“Let’s make this quick,” Changmin utters, pushing the chair away from the desk. It’s enough room to fit someone down there, but Jaejoong will be damned if that’s all Changmin allows him to do.
“I don’t intend to do all of the work,” Jaejoong says easily, sauntering over to the other side. He stands in front of Changmin, smirking down at him. What he intends to do is a lot of teasing, but when it comes down to it, Changmin is going to fuck Jaejoong so hard he’ll be feeling it for days. The thought of riding him until he comes is tempting, but Jaejoong wants Changmin to want this -- to be so hard his cock is going to burst before the real fun even begins.
Changmin doesn’t say anything, lips twitching as he fights the urge to scowl. Jaejoong decides he’s teased Changmin enough about their situation, knowing his boss has a bit of a short fuse and the last thing he wants is to genuinely upset the man. He slides down the desk and onto his knees, slowly as to make a show and to get as comfortable as he can. Jaejoong has been on his knees sucking cock like this before enough times to know it’s not exactly the most comfortable thing, but he knows all he needs to know to keep himself going until Changmin is exactly where he wants him.
The man shifts in his chair again, inching closer to the edge of the seat as Jaejoong reaches up to undo the belt from its buckle and loop. It’s a beautiful dark leather, something that must have cost a pretty penny and he wonders what it would feel like coming down on his ass. The thought has his whole body trembling with a sudden, hot wave of need crashing down on him. It’s been so long since he’s been with someone that could hurt him good, and he can’t help but think Changmin is the perfect candidate to give him what he desires the most. Changmin is tall with gorgeous, mile long legs that are thick and firm and well muscled just like the rest of him. It’s not necessary to see Changmin naked to know his body is in great shape. The tightness of his shirts tell Jaejoong more than enough as he watches the muscles ripple beneath the fabric, mouth watering from the sudden hunger clawing at his empty insides.
Jaejoong pulls Changmin’s work shirt from his pants, pushing the rich cotton up to reveal the honeyed expanse of chiselled abdominal muscles, watching them twitch as his fingers trace the edges. Licking his lips, Jaejoong feels another rush of need surge through his bloodstream. It is hot and potent and has him already half hard in his pants just from the thought of being bent over Changmin’s desk and fucked. He’s been so long without a lay that his whole being hurts with the overwhelming arousal burning him from the inside out.
Next comes the real prize, and Jaejoong’s so damn excited that his hands are shaking as he makes Changmin inch up so he can jerk those fine pants down to his ankles. Changmin’s legs are even longer when up close and personal, sparsely covered with dark hair. The first thing Jaejoong does is rake his blunt nails down the sensitive flesh along the inside of Changmin’s thighs, his eyes taking in the still soft length nestled in a patch of neatly trimmed curls. If Jaejoong had been hungry before, now he was absolutely famished.
Moaning his name, Jaejoong leans forward and inches Changmin into his mouth a little bit at a time. His tongue laves attention on the spots he knows to be the most sensitive, just under the head and dabbling in the slit, and much to his delight he feels a twitch in his mouth. Sucking noisily, Jaejoong works at Changmin’s cock until he’s hard as a rock. He is oh so delighted to note the rumors about his boss are true: while soft, Changmin is intriguing with a certain girth about him that makes you wonder. But he is a grower, and with every passing second Jaejoong both watches and feels Changmin’s beautiful dick thicken to its full potential.
With one last lick to the head, Jaejoong lets Changmin’s length fall from his mouth to slap against his belly. Seconds later fingers are digging into his scalp, pulling his hair, and forcing it back in his mouth. Jaejoong is far too happy to let Changmin take control and force himself down his throat. This is exactly what he wants, what part of him needs, but he won’t say anything just to see how far Changmin will go. So far he seems to be doing better than expected, shoving his dick so far down Jaejoong’s throat he chokes and brings tears to his eyes. Saliva is almost everywhere, and Jaejoong thinks this might be one of the messiest blow jobs he’s ever given, but that’s what makes it good.
A deep, guttural sound comes from Changmin’s throat above him, and the next thing Jaejoong knows is he’s being pulled up and bent over the hardwood surface. The edge digs into his lower stomach, just the perfect spice of pain to keep him interested. He thinks Changmin is being brutal because he wants to turn Jaejoong off, but little does he know the complete pleasure of having one’s body manipulated so thoroughly.
“If you think hurting me is going to make me run away, you are so wrong,” Jaejoong moans out as he feels the head of Changmin’s cock poking his backside. The other man is nearly shredding the clothes off his body, pants yanked off and disappearing somewhere on the other side of the desk. His shirt is left alone, surprising him, but now he is at Changmin’s mercy in a way that has him trembling.
“You’re so fucked in the head,” Changmin grunts, and he begins his slow descent into Jaejoong’s body. The breach has Jaejoong’s back arching, fingers digging deep into his palms as his whole body shudders as it is once again filled. He has been so empty since that morning with his favorite dildo, stretching him nice and big just for Changmin. The only lubrication they have is the quickly drying saliva, but it’s enough to help Changmin bury himself completely inside Jaejoong’s clenching hole. As much as he hates to admit it, Jaejoong is right: being with a man feels so much better in ways his mind isn’t quite ready to process just yet.
“It happens when you were bent over your high school art teacher’s knee and spanked for your first time.” Jaejoong whimpers and clenches around Changmin, feeling how thick and warm he is. It’s barely just begun but he thinks he’s already so close to coming undone by the sheer force of his need alone.
“Shut up,” Changmin mutters, pressing Jaejoong’s face against the desk. He takes a deep breath and almost pulls all the way out of Jaejoong, finding the friction so good but almost too much. It’s a good thing he’s alone in his office a lot, Changmin thinks as he opens a drawer and pulls out a bottle of lubricant. He thinks he hears Jaejoong mockingly snort, but a quick smack to his ass cheek has him mellowed down again with a quiet whimper. Changmin liberally dribbles some lube around Jaejoong’s stretched hole, a deep rose color he finds he rather likes when its stretched around him like a fitted glove. A line to the root of his cock follows next, more out of precaution than anything else. A part of him doesn’t want to give the pain to Jaejoong that he seems to want, to need, but another more sadistic façade wants to see how much he can take before he’ll beg for mercy. Maybe another time, Changmin thinks, as he inches forward into that tight channel.
Jaejoong lets out a keening whine as Changmin fills him again, feeling the cool lube drip down his thighs in a steady rivulet. The deeper he gets, the more he is overwhelmed with sensation. While the lube helps make the slide of their bodies work to a perfect tandem, Changmin seems far too content to let an inch slide out, then back in, not giving either one of them enough. Jaejoong knows he’s trying to tease rather than please, to torture Jaejoong in another way he’s a bit more certain won’t be liked in the least.
“Fucker,” Jaejoong breathes, and the air catches in his throat when he’s all of a sudden empty, then filled again with a full stroke in the span of a second. Changmin’s hips piston in and out of him with a strength he is surprised by, the full force of his body working to fill him to the deepest he can manage before he can go no more, and then back again. It has Jaejoong’s entire body vibrating with pleasure as he gyrates his hips along the desk, seeking that bit of pain he needs as his cock scrapes against the wooden edge.
Just when Jaejoong thinks Changmin is teasing him again, hard strokes strong and steady, he becomes surprised when Changmin coaxes a leg up over his desk, right by the keyboard, and manages to slide that last inch of himself home inside of him with a brutal strength that has Jaejoong crying out in abandon. “Oh, fuck,” he moans, reiterates, breathes, until Changmin does it again again again, leaving him pleasantly bereft of air. The pleasure is the only thing swimming in his veins and going straight to his head, until he gasps like a starved creature. It occurs to him in the back of his mind that Changmin is experienced with bending people over his desk and fucking them, and so the green hand of envy clutches tight around his heart. You’ve earned this, Jaejoong tells himself, as he struggles to stand on the tips of his toes. Each overwhelming thrust from Changmin has him threatening to collapse into a boneless heap of pleasure.
Changmin is powerful and has a certain air around him that leaves Jaejoong needing more, like a drug pulling at his senses and taking him to heights his body and mind have never known previously. Just this one time isn’t going to be enough, and the revelation has his stomach curling in so many different directions he can’t tell what the fuck is going on with his body anymore. A part of him is like a bound coil, overwhelmed by pressure and ready to explode at any second while another part of him just wants the more more more he knows he cannot have.
“Harder,” Jaejoong whimpers, biting down on the flesh of his arm as he tries to distract himself. Changmin is too happy to oblige, rocking him back and forth against the desk until he’s lost in that beautiful lull of pleasure again. This has to be some of the best sex he’s had in some time, that or Jaejoong had simply become too content with just himself and battery-operated toys and now his eyes were open again. A part of him has missed this, the startling intimacy of being with someone else and the things only another person is capable of doing.
Jaejoong thinks about trying to fist himself to completion, but with the way Changmin is pounding into him like a jackhammer has him thinking better of it. He wants to so much because he’s so hard it hurts, but he knows with a push in the right direction Changmin can make him come without ever once touching his cock.
“If you come on my desk, you clean it with your tongue,” Changmin growls brokenly above him, leaning forward so that their sweaty bodies are pressed tight against each other. There’s so much heat between them Jaejoong finds himself suffocating again, gasping for air because it’s the only thing that will keep him going.
Just as Jaejoong feels his release getting precariously close, like wandering along a deep precipice and being too close to the edge -- so close you know you’re going to fall, it’s just a matter of when. Jaejoong yearns for the exhilaration that the fall will bring him, but the second he feels himself slipping he’s steadied again by Changmin’s damned grip. The man above him lets out a guttural roar as his body judders, withdrawing from Jaejoong’s hole so he can paint the blank canvas that is his too pale skin with reminders of their sin.
“Please,” Jaejoong begs, near collapsing to his knees. “Please Changmin-nim, let me come.”
So far gone, he is, lost to the basic desires his body has. His hands tremble as he fights the urge to touch himself until he has Changmin’s permission, though why he waits confuses even himself. He could just finish himself off, take what he wants, and be done with their torrid affair as was his intention from the beginning.
A bark of laughter has Jaejoong whimpering again, afraid he will be denied and sent home to play with himself and achieve the level of release he knows he won’t unless it’s by Changmin’s delegation.
“Look at you,” Changmin says, almost mockingly, fingers curling in the dark strands of Jaejoong’s hair as he jerks his head back. “You’re like a dog.”
A slave to his own design, Jaejoong nods because there is nothing else he can do.
“Come in your hand,” Changmin tells him, far too amused by the turn of events. Earlier Jaejoong was in control but to see him quivering on his knees, begging for mercy, Changmin finds he wants to take advantage of it. “If you get even a drop on my carpet I’ll make you stay over every night for a month, unpaid to clean my office from top to bottom.”
Jaejoong almost wants to do it, but he’s too focused on the feeling of his hand wrapped around his cock and jerking at the flesh. The friction is a pleasant relief to his body, and his orgasm is teasing him again. It’s seconds before he’s finally able to release, wave after wave of hot come landing in his palm as he struggles to not make anymore of a mess of Changmin’s office than they already have. He knows various items from his desk have toppled over and even landed on the floor, if the mess of paper clips he can see from the corner of his eyes is any indication.
The laugh that spills forth from Changmin’s lips the second he’s sure his release is done is downright sinister and makes Jaejoong shudder in ways he’s not quite sure he wants to understand.
“Now you get to do the walk of shame all the way to the bathroom to wash your hands. Does that sound like fun, Jaejoongie?”
Jaejoong bites back a whimper, his body suddenly jerking as he thinks about wandering down the hall to the public floor restroom where there are sure to be maintenance workers out and about.
“Don’t spill even a drop,” Changmin says, motioning for him to get up. Jaejoong does manage to stand on shaky legs after a long struggle, his face hot and burning in shame. He fixes the back of his shirt that had ridden up during their romp and begins his slow trek out of the office, but first assuring there was no one around to see him exit so indecently from Changmin’s office. A part of him wonders if Changmin has played these games before with people since he doesn’t seem to care too much about being caught, as he already has been by his own secretary.
When Jaejoong finally ends up in the bathroom, he breathes a sigh of relief and immediately begins washing his hands off. He watches the evidence of their coupling off his back too, first with a wet paper towel then with a little bit of soap and water that drips down the back of his legs until he catches it with a dry towel. He takes a moment to clean himself up as best as he can while he’s in there, wincing at how sensitive the clenching muscles around his hole are. Changmin was beautifully brutal and managed to do a number on him, one that would leave him blissfully sore for at least the next day. A part of him couldn’t wait to wake up in the morning and still feel the strength of Changmin’s body all over him.
The bathroom door opens, and Jaejoong jerks back in shame only to find his boss staring at him with an expression he doesn’t quite know how to interpret. He carries the rest of Jaejoong’s vestments with him and tosses it all unceremoniously onto the floor, an unspoken command for Jaejoong to dress himself then to get the fuck out.
As Jaejoong slides into his pants, Changmin says, “I want you in here at 5am sharp tomorrow. You’ll need to clean my desk and reorganize everything since you knocked almost everything out of place.”
“Yes,” Jaejoong agrees without complaint, and Changmin leaves. It takes the man several long minutes to regain his composure, to return to himself before he thinks he can walk out of the bathroom and pretend nothing happened.
It’s almost 9pm by the time he gets back to his apartment, and for once he crawls into bed and sleeps the second his light is off.
*
A week later, Jaejoong is working on shutting everything down. It has been a long, solemn week where he has actually tried to focus on doing his work to the best of his ability rather than just getting it done so he can go home and play with himself. There’s a knock on his cubicle just as he is turning off his monitor, turning to greet Changmin’s wiry secretary with an arched eyebrow. He is a bit befuddled by her appearance, wondering what Changmin could possibly want with him.
“Changmin-sshi would like to see you before you leave. The office is unlocked so just walk right in. I’ll see you tomorrow!” The woman rattles off her instructions before sauntering off, wrapped tight in a stylish autumn jacket with her bag at her side.
Jaejoong is apprehensive as he enters his boss’ office, bowing respectfully as the man sends him an acknowledging glare. “You requested to see me, Changmin-sshi?” he says, biting his lip as he keeps his gaze focused on the ground.
“I wanted to discuss your work,” Changmin speaks, folding his hands in his lap. Jaejoong notices how he inches his chair back far enough that he can cross his legs. Jaejoong tries his hardest not to think about the glorious length he has hidden behind those pants, swallowing the sudden rush of saliva as he remembers exactly how he’d tasted and scented its natural musk.
“Of course,” Jaejoong replies professionally, amicably, and he dares not take a seat unless he is offered one.
Changmin goes quiet, lips pursing as his fingers drum together. He seems to almost hesitate before he sits up straighter, legs falling back down to the floor. Jaejoong mourns that he could fit in that space, mourns that he cannot and so he will starve.
“Your work in the past week has improved tremendously,” Changmin begins. “I think you’ve earned yourself a reward.”
The invitation is unmistakable, and Jaejoong is far too eager to crawl between Changmin’s mile long legs and let him fuck his mouth again and again...and again. If this is his reward for focusing on his work, he promises to himself that he will work to his full potential because he desperately wants to feel Changmin deep inside him once more.
This one has been stuck in my head for quite some time and was originally supposed to be YunJae, and thanks to the amazing beeswaxing I was able to squeeze it all out after she asked me do writing sprints with her. ^_^
With Love,
♥ Porn Monster