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Jongdae has been meaning to ask his immediate superior about that one steamy night that they shared together after a company dinner. Oh Sehun, his boss, treated everyone after their department successfully acquired a business deal. Everything was all fun and games, with Jongdae occasionally stealing a glance from his not-so-small crush, which unfortunately turned out to be on his strict and snobby boss.
He lost track of how they end up in one bed, whispering dirty things in each other’s ears, a few hours later. Jongdae was a bit tipsy but not totally drunk. He was just confused as to why Sehun chose to ram his massive cock inside of him that night instead of taking home one of his prettier coworkers like Irene or Sejeong.
However, the pleasure he felt as Sehun took him to heaven with every thrust didn’t keep him wondering that much. Jongdae was lost in heat in a matter of a few seconds. He looks up at the man above him, and feels proud of himself. Sehun’s face is scrunched up from pleasure as well. This might as well be the first time Jongdae sees Sehun like this. So, he smiled.
“What are you smiling for, babe?” Sehun gruntled, still thrusting inside and out of Jongdae’s perky ass. “Do you like this?”
Jongdae wanted to reply, but his throat hurts. He didn’t even know he was moaning so much until he tried to speak.
Sehun smirked. “Can’t even form a sentence?”
And god was Sehun so hot at that particular moment. Jongdae’s eyes glazed over at the sight of Sehun’s god-chiseled face and body. He really hopes this is not a dream that he’s having.
“Moan for me, Jongdae.” Sehun speaks, low and chilling.
Jongdae felt Sehun’s already huge dick getting even bigger inside him. Fuck, does it hurt so good. And Jongdae, finding out how submissive he actually is in bed, moaned like there’s no tomorrow.
Sehun released a ragged chuckle at Jongdae’s loud moans. He took Jongdae’s legs by the knees and nearly folded Jongdae in half as he tried to stand in order to shove his dick inside Jongdae, deeper and harder.
At that point, Jongdae was close to losing his consciousness. It was pure bliss and he’s been seeing white everytime Sehun’s dick brushes his prostate.
“O-oh, god,” Jongdae manages to let out. “Oh, fuck.”
“Feeling good, Mr. Kim?” Sehun asks Jongdae, although the answer is already written all over Jongdae’s pleasure-filled face.
Jongdae didn’t know what to do, he nodded and moaned at the same time. God, he might actually lose consciousness from this. Sehun’s pace increased and became erratic. Jongdae half-wishes that this finishes, but he also wishes for the night to not end.
“Fuck, Jongdae.” Sehun panted above him. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”
More, harder, faster. Jongdae wanted to say, but he couldn’t even let out a word.
“ Fuck , cum with me, Dae ,” Sehun commanded, and Jongdae hearing the endearment out of Sehun’s mouth, comes immediately untouched.
Then he blacked out.
Jongdae wakes up alone in the hotel room that morning. He remembers what happened, of course. Well, everything until he loses consciousness. It was a wonder as to how he woke up clean and practically glowing. Sehun must have cleaned him, including down there.
He would have felt all tingly inside, if not for the fact that Sehun still left him alone. That part disappointed him a bit. Well, who was he to demand anything from his boss, anyway? For Sehun, this must be just one of his one night stands that happened to be with his subordinate. Jongdae should think like that as well. Luckily, it was the weekend. Jongdae has two more days to school his feelings and practice nonchalance.
Monday morning and two days of practice was proven useless in front of his ever-immaculate boss. Sehun only looks at him that morning through his glasses, following Jongdae with eyes until Jongdae takes his seat.
Not gonna lie, Jongdae thought there might be something but Sehun just bombarded him with paperworks afterwards. He was angry and pissed but didn’t have the time to actually express it as the load of paperworks continued to pile up all day.
At 7pm, Jongdae sees Sehun packing up. Only the two of them were left inside the office at that time, so Jongdae hoped that Sehun might talk to him about the other night. Unsurprisingly, Sehun did not, which pissed Jongdae even more.
He finishes all his tasks 30 minutes after Sehun leaves. Jongdae has cursed Sehun in his head countless times during his short elevator ride. Jongdae is torn between forever labeling Sehun as a jerk or as a sex god. He blushes at the memory of their hot night but was immediately pulled out of it when the elevator dings open.
Jongdae walks through the dimly-lit parking space, noting that only a few cars were still there. He walks briskly so as to not miss his last bus home when somebody suddenly grabs him out of nowhere. Jongdae was about to whisk out his yellow-belt Taekwondo skills when he realized it was Sehun who grabbed him.
“Sir? What-?” Jongdae couldn’t finish his sentence as Sehun shushed him and pushed him inside his car.
Jongdae was now confused. Sehun ignored him all day, only talking to him when he passed out paperworks and now this?
As soon as Sehun entered his car on the driver’s side, he loosened his tie and immediately leaned towards Jongdae. Jongdae’s mind is a cluttered mess about all this especially when Sehun’s hot mouth touches his. And Jongdae, weak to pleasure, moans almost immediately.
“S-sir,” Jongdae tries to speak in between kisses, but to no avail. Sehun cups his face and forces his tongue inside Jongdae’s mouth, expertly weaving their tongues together.
Jongdae couldn’t help but close his eyes and give in to the temptation. He needed to hold onto something, anything. His hands found Sehun’s jacket, and albeit it was not the best choice, he held on.
“Fuck,” Sehun curses. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
And that’s when Jongdae opens his eyes, and manages to push Sehun away. Remembering that he shouldn’t be enjoying all this, rather he should be asking Sehun why he’s acting like this.
“What’s wrong?” Sehun asks, licking his already wet lips in the process.
“W-what’s wrong? Sir, what are you doing? What is this?” Jongdae asks back, certainly he wasn’t in the right mind to word his question properly.
“Didn’t you like what we did the other night?”
Well, yeah, he did. But that wasn't the point.
“I mean, you acted like nothing happened earlier? You even left me alone in that hotel room! You didn’t explain shit to me.” Jongdae finally lets out the frustration he had been harboring since the other night.
Sehun gives Jongdae a confused look.
“What do you mean?” Sehun asks back. “I left you a note about why I left early. There was an emergency at the office, otherwise I wouldn’t have left you alone. I told you to contact me, but I never received anything from you for two days.
“What? What note?”
“You didn’t read it?”
“I didn’t even know there was a note!” Jongdae almost shouts. “And regardless, if you hadn’t heard from me, what makes you think that suddenly grabbing me and bringing me here was okay?”
“But, weren’t you looking at me dreamily the whole day? So, I thought you wanted this as well?” Sehun explains, running a hand through his hair.
What the fuck, did Jongdae really?
“I… I did not!” Jongdae denies.
“You walked in this morning looking at me like you wanted me to take you there in front of your colleagues, Jongdae.” Sehun slowly informs Jongdae.
Jongdae couldn’t answer. How did he look at Sehun, anyway? He can’t remember.
Sehun leans towards Jongdae again, caging him in the passenger’s seat. “I’ve been thinking about you since that night, Jongdae. I didn’t know I see you in this light, not until I caught you looking at me with these seductive eyes of yours. Half-drunk. I realized I’ve always liked you this way. So Jongdae, tell me, do you want this as much as I do?”
Jongdae is caught in Sehun’s intense gaze. It’s the same look Sehun has whenever he’s focusing over a big project, the same look he has whenever he has something he wants. And Jongdae, again weak to handsome boys who fuck good, is bound to succumb, especially that this is Oh Sehun, the person he’s been pining for for almost a year.
Sehun didn’t wait for Jongdae to answer, because the other’s eyes said it all. He took Jongdae’s mouth with his again, exchanging moans and saliva fervently. As if the two days that their skin didn’t make any contact were actually years.
Jongdae clings onto Sehun, his hands tightening on Sehun’s jacket. His head muddled in mixed pleasure and joy. The sex with Sehun the other night was way beyond his imagination, imagine what this confession did to him.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, Dae,” Sehun mutters, pulling his lips away from Jongdae’s. He went for Jongdae’s neck and ravaged it, leaving hickeys all over the other’s once pristine neck.
Jongdae whimpers at Sehun’s words. He feels Sehun’s hand under his shirt, making its way to his chest. He bites back a moan when Sehun pinches his nipple before playing with it using his long fingers.
“S-sehun,” Jongdae lets out.
“Like it?”
Jongdae can only nod as Sehun rips his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere inside Sehun’s luxury car. Sehun looks at Jongdae’s disheveled state and smiles, loving how Jongdae got like this because of him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Sehun whispers before taking Jongdae’s nipple in his mouth.
Jongdae puts a hand on his mouth to muffle his moans, but it was hard to do so, not when Sehun flicks his bud expertly with his tongue. Jongdae squirms in his seat, feeling his hard dick oozing with precum as Sehun plays with his nipples.
“Sehun, s-stop,” Jongdae moans out.
Sehun actually stopped at that, which made Jongdae open his eyes immediately.
“Disappointed?” Sehun asked, his smirk still intact.
Yes, but Jongdae wouldn’t tell Sehun that.
Suddenly, Sehun sat back and that left Jongdae confused for a moment. But Sehun reclined his seat, and gave Jongdae a smile. Without any warning, Sehun lifts Jongdae out of the passenger seat and onto his lap as if Jongdae wasn’t a full grown man weighing at least 65 kilograms.
“What the heck, Sehun!” Jongdae exclaimed. “You could’ve just told me!”
Sehun smiles adorably. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Before Jongdae could protest more, Sehun attacked his chest once again, leaving marks all over his torso.
“You’re so pretty, Dae,” Sehun praised Jongdae again.
And Jongdae, sitting on Sehun’s lap, feeling his hard cock against his and hearing Sehun’s compliment, can’t help but reel over in pleasure.
Sehun unzips Jongdae’s pants and takes the other’s dick out in his hands. Jongdae is now a moaning mess in Sehun’s lap, his head leaning onto Sehun’s shoulder. And as he feels Sehun’s large hand going up and down his dick, his arm around Sehun’s neck tightens. He knows he is coming.
“ Sehun, Sehun ,” Jongdae repeats the other’s name like a mantra. “Fuck, you’ll make me come like this.”
“Then come, babe,” Sehun whispers in Jongdae’s ears, licking it afterwards. Not a moment later, Jongdae is coming in his lap, spurting cum all over his trousers and shirt.
“That’s so hot, Jongdae,” Sehun follows up, stroking Jongdae’s dick slowly now.
Jongdae’s eyes are closed as he rides out his orgasm, hugging Sehun even tighter in the process. He didn’t know he could come so much from a handjob. Guess, Sehun was different after all.
“We’re not done yet,” Sehun says again. Jongdae’s eyes opened wide for a moment.
“I can’t anymore,” Jongdae begs Sehun, panting heavily above the other.
“But, I haven’t come yet, babe.”
In a moment, Jongdae feels Sehun’s long finger prodding his entrance. It was wet and hot; he realized Sehun had gathered his cum as lube. Jongdae can only close his eyes again and lift his hips as Sehun tries to finger him in their position.
“That’s it, Jongdae.” Sehun murmured. “You’re doing great, baby.”
Jongdae feels shivers at the endearment. Sehun finally puts two fingers inside him, slowly going inside and out. It was uncomfortable at first, given that they’re also doing it in a very awkward position. But as minutes pass by, and Sehun’s finally scissoring his fingers inside him, Jongdae feels pleasure and begins to moan again.
Sehun uses his other hand to cup Jongdae’s face and kiss him. “Tongue out, Dae.” He instructed, and Jondgae lost in lust, obliges.
Sehun devours Jongdae’s every moan as he slides his fingers in and out of Jongdae’s tight hole. He adds another finger when Jongdae finally bounces back on his fingers. Sehun’s dick is hard and leaking inside his pants, and he had been holding back since earlier.
“Babe, I’m putting it in, okay?” Sehun whispers, taking his cock out of his pants.
Jongdae finds himself looking at Sehun’s cock and wonders how it fits inside him the first time they did it. It was so big that he doubts he can even wrap his small hands around it. Jongdae swallowed hard at the sight, but nodded at Sehun anyway.
Sehun notices Jongdae’s hesitation, so he kisses the other softly. “I’ll be gentle this time, Dae.” He assures him.
“I know,” Jongdae replies. He breathes in, waiting for Sehun’s large girth to enter him.
Sehun lifts Jongdae up and spreads the other’s hole for his cock. Jongdae closes his eyes and slowly goes down Sehun’s massive dick, biting his lips as he feels it breach his entrance.
Sehun continues to pepper Jongdae with kisses as he enters him, trying so hard to hold back and not just ram his cock inside Jongdae’s sweet hole. Jongdae looks so fucking pretty like this, lost in pleasure above him with a leaking cock despite already coming once.
“Fuck, you’re such a sight, Jongdae.” Sehun gruntled. “Damn, your ass is made just for my cock.”
Jongdae whimpers at Sehun’s words. He is proud that Sehun finds him hot like this. Sehun who is more aloof than friendly, more inexpressive than lively. Right now, Sehun’s face contours in ecstasy because Jongdae takes him so well.
Finally, Sehun’s whole dick is inside Jongdae. He gives Jongdae a moment to adjust to his size and smothers his face with kisses.
“God, Jongdae,” Sehun starts. “It’s so hot inside of you. You’re going to make me crazy.”
Jongdae only moans back. Sehun is big, too big but he likes it. He likes how Sehun is this hard because of him. So he starts to move.
“Shit!” Sehun throws his head back in ecstasy. “Jongdae, fuck.”
Jongdae put both his hands on Sehun’s shoulders and pulled himself up and down Sehun’s lap. His eyes turn blurry as every thrust of Sehun’s dick inside him brushes his prostate directly.
“Haa,” Jongdae moans out. “Sehun, sehun…”
Hearing Jongdae’s sultry voice as he bounces up and down on him drives Sehun mad. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Sehun grabs Jongdae’s hips and thrusts upward hard.
“S-sehun!” Jongdae’s eyes widened at the sudden force. “Sehun, n-no…”
Sehun gritted his teeth as he continued to plunge his cock into Jongdae’s tight hole. “You say no but your hole tightens at my every thrust.”
Tears well up in Jongdae’s eyes, as his prostate is thoroughly abused by Sehun’s dick. “Sehun…haa..”
“Fuck, Dae ,” Sehun mutters. “If I knew this perky ass of yours would feel this good, I would have fucked you the first day we met.”
Jongdae cried out at that, his dick twitching at every word that Sehun said. “Sehun… fuck..”
Sehun’s arms leave Jongdae’s hips to wrap them around the other’s torso, pulling Jongdae so close to him. He feels his orgasm coming with every thrust.
“Jongdae…” He groaned out, burying his head in Jongdae’s neck.
Jongdae continues to be a crying mess on top of him, desperately clinging to Sehun. The weight of another orgasm feels heavy in his stomach. Not knowing what to do with all the pleasure he’s feeling, Jongdae finds solace in biting Sehun’s broad shoulder.
“Ah,” Sehun lets out. He hugs Jongdae closer to him and starts to thrust inside Jongdae even harder. Thanking every deity that he has taken his gym membership seriously as the exhaustion starts to hit him along with his impending orgasm.
“Jongdae… Jongdae…” Sehun says Jongdae’s name like a prayer. “Cum with me, babe.”
Sehun’s thrust becomes erratic, his temple scrunches, as he feels so close to coming. Jongdae’s mouth is still on Sehun’s shoulder, afraid that he might lose his sanity if he lets go. As he feels Sehun bulldoze him with short and fast thrusts, he knows he wouldn’t last any longer.
“Haa, haa,” Jongdae cries out, eyes stricken with tears.
“Jongdae, fuck, fuck…” Sehun groans back. “I’m coming.”
“M-me too, Se-...” Jongdae didn’t even finish his sentence as his orgasm hit him like tidal waves. Not a moment after, he feels Sehun hot cum inside of him.
“Jongdae…” Sehun whispers, riding out his orgasm in slow shallow thrusts. “Jongdae…”
Jongdae remains speechless and limp on top of Sehun, he can still feel his cum spurting out in succession. He feels like he just ran a marathon.
Sehun and Jongdae remained in that position for a while. Jongdae was lying on top of Sehun, but Sehun held him tightly whispering how good Jongdae was. Jongdae feels his inside tingling at Sehun’s every word, he wishes that the other really means it.
“Jongdae…” Sehun calls out, his voice clearer.
Jongdae didn’t answer and just waited for Sehun to continue.
“This means we’re going out, right?” Sehun asks. Jongdae hears the slight tremble in Sehun’s voice, as if he was unsure of Jongdae’s answer after everything they did inside Sehun’s car.
Jongdae smiles in Sehun’s chest and hums his answer. Of course, Sehun gets it.