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Title: Often
Pairing: Kris/Suho
Kink claimed: asphyxiation
Word count: 8,717
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Also contains rough sex, dirty talk, fingering, & barebacking
Summary: Secretary Kim Junmyeon always knows the best way to help his boss Wu Yifan relax from his stressful duties as CEO

Author’s Note: This was really fun to write; I hope you guys like it! And a thank you to the mods for holding this fest~

Wu Yifan was not a nice man.

Yifan did not claw his way to the top by being nice. Earning the title of CEO had been a battle that he had fought tooth and nail for, and the fight had been messy. It was filled with hard work, overtime, sweat, stress, and, if he was being honest, kissing too much ass of his superiors. And sure, sometimes he had played dirty to ensure he was ahead of the game, and to make others fall behind, but all is fair in love and war.

Even now, crowned king of a world-famous company, Yifan knew he could not allow himself to fall behind. Now, rather than competing with others within his office space, he was fighting against other companies, other offices, others that could steal away his business. He fought his best to guarantee that he would remain number one.

However, it was not an easy task. Work was just as stressful as it used to be, if not more so than when he had been enrolled in previous positions. And Yifan did not handle stress well. He was the type who had horror stories written about him on the internet, because he was the type of man who lost his cool and became completely unraveled under pressure.

Yifan losing his temper was not an uncommon sight around the office. It had honestly happened too many times to count, and people loved to talk about how the boss had a short fuse and perhaps a bit of an anger problem.

For example…

The several times Yifan had nearly screamed himself hoarse at interns for making small, practically harmless errors on data reports. There were the times where Yifan had thrown pens across his office at a poor person who had come in at the wrong time, caught in the crossfire of his rage. There were also the times where a customer was unhappy because Yifan had tried to force their hand. And, not to mention, there were the times where Yifan had thrown the little statue sitting on his desk at the wall, leaving behind a broken paperweight and a dent in the drywall that needed to be repaired.

Oh yes, perhaps one could definitely say that Wu Yifan had stress-related anger issues.

But there was one person in the entire building that always knew how to calm the hotheaded CEO, and that was one small man under the name of Kim Junmyeon.

Formally underneath the title of ‘secretary’, Junmyeon had been working for Yifan for about two years now. And during that time span, the entire office building had come to understand that Junmyeon was the very best in the business at taming the beast known as the CEO.

Yifan was screaming? Let Junmyeon talk to him; he always managed to get Yifan to relax. A customer was upset? Send in Junmyeon, because you could always count on him to get things sorted out. Yifan was in one of his moods, looking as if he was ready to bite someone if they came too close? Junmyeon could handle it. Just let him have a few moments alone with Yifan in the man’s oversized office to talk things out, and everything would be fine.

Junmyeon was practically a godsend in the eyes of the other employees, because he was the only person in the entire company who had enough skill to tame the big bad wolf.

Some employees gossiped and said that the entire reason behind Junmyeon’s magical ability to calm Yifan was because despite looks, the two men were actually pretty similar.

It was hard to tell at a first glance, and it was even hard to pick up on if you were a new employee. But others, the individuals that had been with the company for much longer time periods, they were able to see it. It was all about personality. Junmyeon was not, in any way, shape, or form, a hotheaded bully like Yifan. He was the one people went to for help because they knew he would give them an open ear, just to listen and offer some advice. He was the one that came in every morning chipper as ever with a bright smile plastered on his face. He was the one who would be standing in the break room getting a snack and would tell cheesy jokes to whoever else was in there to get them to loosen up.

But Junmyeon had a bit of a smart mouth, just like his boss.

Junmyeon was never like that toward anyone else in the entire company. It was as if his snarky little comments were reserved for the one and only Wu Yifan.

Yifan came stomping out of his office? Leave it to Junmyeon to look up from his desk with an amused smirk plastered all over his face and drop a simple ‘looks like mister sourpuss is having a rough day’. Yifan was cursing like a sailor out of rage? Junmyeon would always shake his head in disappointment and sigh out a ‘yes, I’m sure your mother would be so proud to hear you speak that way’. Yifan was throwing things around again? Junmyeon could be seen in the office tapping his foot and clicking his tongue as he helped pick up the mess, replying with ‘you can be so childish; how did you even become a CEO?’.

Strangely enough, Yifan never lost his temper around Junmyeon. Even when the other dropped snide remarks like that, ones that would make Yifan go ballistic if it was coming out of anyone else’s mouth, the most that happened was a deep furrowing of Yifan’s eyebrows and a clenching of Yifan’s enormous hands. If Junmyeon seemed to strike enough of a nerve, Yifan would growl for Junmyeon to meet him in his office, and Junmyeon would just grin at him in reply, not even taking the man seriously.

And really, it wasn’t much of a surprise, because no matter how many times Junmyeon was called into Yifan’s office, he never seemed to receive a punishment. It was as if Yifan just kept giving him a warning, over and over and over, and the rest of the office knew plenty well that if any of them had spoken to Yifan that way, they would be fired on the spot.

Junmyeon seemed to receive special treatment. Some whispered that maybe it was connected to how Junmyeon managed to somehow tame Yifan, was able to keep him calm, but others, others gossiped softly about different things. After all, why should Junmyeon be the only one to be treated in such a manner? There had to be something else going on here.

“How long have they been in there?” Minseok, one the employees that had been working for Yifan the longest, asked as he stood at the copier, waiting on his documents. He glanced over his shoulder. The heavy door to Yifan’s spacious office was secured shut, and not a peep could be heard through it, nor through the thick walls that contained the two men.

“Ten minutes,” Chanyeol spoke up, perched at his desk across the room and squinting at his computer screen as he tried to make sense of the data plastered there. “I’m beginning to wonder if Yifan finally snapped at him and murdered him in cold blood or something. Or, you know, is finally giving him the boot.”

“Yifan wouldn’t do that,” Minseok said quietly, gathering his papers as they were spat out of the copier. He shuffled them around in his hands as he cast another glance over his shoulder at the door to Yifan’s office. “Then again… They have been in there a while.”

“That’s been happening a lot lately. Haven’t you noticed?” Chanyeol commented, poking his head out from the side of his computer monitor to look over at Minseok. “With all the deadlines coming up, Yifan has been even grumpier than usual… And you know whenever he’s in a foul mood, Junmyeon says something back to him. He’s been getting called into Yifan’s office constantly this week.”

“Well, you still have to give Junmyeon some credit. Whenever he’s called into Yifan’s office like that, no matter how times it is in a week, Yifan’s always in a much better mood when they come out later,” Minseok murmured. He continued to shuffle through his paperwork, at last opening up the copier to get out his original sheet. Picking it up, his eyes skimmed over the text written there. However, he began to space out after a second, a thought hitting him that required much more focus than some piece of paper. He slowly lowered his paper and glanced over at Chanyeol. “You don’t…think there’s something going on between them, do you?”

“Like what?” Chanyeol asked casually, obviously not following the same thought process as his coworker.

Minseok awkwardly cleared his throat. Papers in hand, he walked closer to Chanyeol’s desk, his voice dropping to a near whisper just in case of any eavesdroppers. “You know… If there’s something going on between them.”

Chanyeol looked up at the other, appearing to be thinking for a long moment. His eyes grew big and wide with realization at last. “You mean like… Some under the table stress relief?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Minseok said in a hushed voice as he stole a glance at the closed door of Yifan’s office. “Think about it. Whenever Junmyeon gets called into Yifan’s office, they’re in there for ages, and Yifan’s always so much more relaxed whenever Junmyeon comes back out.”

“No. No way. I mean, okay, you have a point, but think about it. This is Yifan. This is the same guy that stares at a girl’s rack when she comes into his office and then checks out her ass when she walks out,” Chanyeol squeezed out from one corner of his mouth, as if afraid someone else other than Minseok was going to hear him. “So no, I really doubt that Yifan is into Junmyeon like that. He probably refuses to fire Junmyeon because he knows Junmyeon is the only one who can keep him level-headed enough.”

“I suppose…” Minseok murmured, unable to stop himself from staring at the intimidating wooden doors. Beside them on the wall on a small black plaque, was a simplistic ‘Wu Yifan, CEO’ written in white font. Minseok adjusted his grip on his paperwork and sighed. “But you have to agree with me that Junmyeon has been in there way too often lately, and over half an hour each session is way too long for a conversation.”

The only reply he received was a thud as Chanyeol set down his coffee cup on the surface of his desk before continuing on with his work.

~~~

A thud resounded within the office as Junmyeon’s skull clonked heavily against the wall. The picture to his left – a painting of a beach – shook in response. Junmyeon’s legs were trembling underneath him and his hands, covered in sweat already, were desperately fisting into the fabric of his boss’ ridiculously expensive suit.

Speaking of his boss, Yifan looked absolutely livid.

“Yif—“ Junmyeon started, before his voice trailed off into a moan as Yifan kissed him. He could feel full lips working hard and fast against his own, nipping, biting, pulling, tongue moving quick and heavy inside of Junmyeon’s mouth. White hooked onto red lips, and Junmyeon’s breath was shaky as Yifan’s teeth snagged, blood bursting moments later on Junmyeon’s taste buds. His voice was a whimper inside of Yifan’s mouth.

Yifan’s tongue moved harshly inside of him, ravishing, tasting, conquering. Junmyeon was moaning weakly, feeling Yifan moving, brutally scraping behind his teeth, tracing the curve of his cheeks, flicking at the top of his mouth, practically sucking on Junmyeon’s tongue. Drool dribbled pathetically down Junmyeon’s chin, his body weak and sagging against the wall behind him for support as he clung to the older man. He could feel his black slacks beginning to tighten, every kiss Yifan giving him just turning him on more and more, little by little.

Yifan finally broke away from him, and Junmyeon’s chest was heaving in the process. A thick strand of saliva kept them conjoined for a moment, and Junmyeon honestly couldn’t bring himself to care about the blood that was beading up on his lower lip, or about the drool that dripped sloppily off his chin and onto the collar of his dress shirt.

Yifan was breathing heavily, and Junmyeon swallowed uncomfortably. Yifan’s eyes were aflame with anger, and deep down, Junmyeon was afraid that maybe he had pushed the man too far this time.

“Really. Who do you think you are? You think you’re funny?” Yifan then growled out, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed. “You think you’re cute?”

Before Junmyeon could stop himself, a knowing smirk worked its way onto his lips. “Yes. You tell me all the time that I’m cute.”

With a snarl, Yifan lunged. One of the man’s large hands came to wrap around Junmyeon’s throat, circling around it so, so easily. The CEO didn’t apply any pressure, not yet, but the threat was there. Junmyeon could still breathe without an issue, but he knew, he knew just a little more pressure could easily choke him.

That simple thought left a tingle of excitement trailing down his spine. Yifan knew how much Junmyeon loved this, and Junmyeon honestly did not care about the fact that he was officially under the man’s control. How could he care when this was his favorite part?

“You need to learn when to shut up,” Yifan growled out, leaning in closer to Junmyeon’s face. “Or do I have to make you shut that pretty mouth of yours myself?”

Junmyeon let out a breathless laugh, tongue lapping up the blood that was slowly clotting over the surface of his lower lip. Here came his favorite part. He was smirking as he challenged Yifan, hips already tilting upwards eagerly. “Make me.”

And just like that, he couldn’t breathe. Yifan’s hand tightened into a near death grip instantly, squeezing around his windpipe, cutting off his oxygen supply. Junmyeon’s mouth fell open, little choked up gasps passing through his swollen, reddened lips as he tried to suck down air, but of course, he couldn’t. Yifan’s palm was practically crushing his Adam’s apple, and those long thick fingers slotted so easily over the flushed skin of his neck. Harder, tighter, squeezing the life out of him little by little, and despite how he was so lightheaded, how he couldn’t breathe, how he was literally suffocating in the man’s hands, all Junmyeon could focus on was how good it felt.

It hurt. It hurt a lot, yes, of course it hurt. Yifan’s hands were too tight, and it felt like his throat was being crushed to bits. His lungs were burning, practically on fire, begging for oxygen that just wouldn’t come. There was a stinging pain crawling up his trachea. He was feeling dizzy, the inability to breathe cutting off the oxygen supply to his brain too, creating that lightheaded sensation. His tongue hung out pathetically as he gasped and gurgled in the man’s grip, fighting his body’s natural instincts to claw at whatever was choking him.

But the pain was wonderful. It hurt in such a good way, and Junmyeon loved it. He loved the way it hurt, he loved the way his body was being pushed to its absolute limit, he loved the way his insides burned and screamed and how the white dots eventually began to twirl in tangos inside his vision. It was such a nice push-and-pull, the mixture of pain and pleasure flooding his insides, and a rush of blood was flowing right down into his cock.

Yifan always let him go, just like he did right now. Of course, they had safe words and actions to use, just in case, set up from previous sessions. Junmyeon could say the safe word if he wanted Yifan to stop, and if he couldn’t speak, a simplistic three taps with his left hand was enough of a warning.

Junmyeon never told Yifan to stop though, always one to get off on being treated this way.

Just like that, Yifan released his grip. A sea of oxygen came rushing into his lungs, burning and aching but feeling like such a relief all at once. It hurt, burned, throbbed, and yet tingles of pleasure ran down his skin and pulsed inside of him. Junmyeon was gasping and moaning all at once, gurgling as he just tried to even breathe, eyes rolling around in his head as he struggled to come back to reality to properly, his knees trembling beneath him, struggling to support his weight.

It was like a punishment and a reward mixed all in one when Yifan choked him, and Junmyeon wouldn’t have it any other way.

His relationship with his boss was definitely an odd one, but Junmyeon didn’t mind. After all, he liked it better this way. It made him feel special, knowing he was the only one in the entire company that was treated like this. He was the only one who could drop mean little comments right in front of the man’s face, and never get fired for it. He was the only one who had control over the big bad wolf, because no matter what he said, no matter how angry he made Yifan, no matter what he did, he knew Yifan would never let him go.

And that was because he was the only one in the entire company that Yifan loved to fuck.

Maybe it was twisted in a way, the fact that Junmyeon slept with his boss, but he didn’t mind that either. Junmyeon had been a very bad employee these days, constantly calling Yifan out, and purposefully doing and saying things just to piss the man off. Needless to say, he had been spending a ton of time in Yifan’s office lately. Sure, people were starting to gossip, but Junmyeon didn’t care. Let them talk. Things worked out better this way. If he teased Yifan constantly, then the man’s temper would spike even higher than it normally did, and that meant two things. One was that Yifan was going to fuck him as hard as he could, and two, that meant Yifan would be nice and calm for a while after they finished. He got fucked, Yifan got to fuck someone, and the entire office would be peaceful.

Everyone wins.

“What would the office think?” Yifan asked then, having stepped back just enough to look down between them. There was noticeable tent in Junmyeon’s pants, his black slacks tight around his swollen cock. “What would they think of their little secretary if they knew he got off on being choked?”

“What would the office think if they knew that the CEO of their company loved to fuck their little secretary’s brains out?” Junmyeon shot back, a wide and proud smirk on his face.

“Watch it, Junmyeon,” Yifan growled out lowly, his eyes narrowing in further annoyance. “I’m already pissed off at you for what you pulled in that conference.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be so thin-skinned,” Junmyeon whined, his hips jerking slightly in a poor attempt of finding friction. He tipped his head back against the wall, unconsciously showing off his neck. There was already a small purplish bruise already forming on one side of his throat, thanks to Yifan’s large fingers squeezing far too hard. Junmyeon loved it when Yifan choked him, but the evidence left behind from their sessions was always tricky to hide. “I was just kidding. You know that.”

“Acting like that in front of our coworkers is one thing, but insulting me in front of business partners is something that I do not appreciate,” Yifan snarled out. One of his hands hot out, slamming against Junmyeon’s hipbone. He pinned the smaller right up against the wall, keeping him there so that Junmyeon’s pelvis couldn’t move anymore, making him hold still. He could see the outline of Junmyeon’s cock plain as day, bulging obscenely against the front of his pants. “You honestly thought insulting me in front of business partners in the middle of a conference was a good idea? Did you?”

“Of course it was a good idea. You’ve been extra bitchy lately because you’ve been stressed out preparing for that stupid conference. And you and I both know that your best stress relief is shoving that huge dick of yours inside of me.” Junmyeon, pinned to the wall, couldn’t do much. He attempted to reach down to touch himself, only to have Yifan’s free hand slap him away. “But you’ve had your head so far up your own ass that you, as usual, haven’t focused on anyone else but yourself, even though I’m here every day. Dropping a few harmless comments – which, by the way, made the others laugh – was enough to rile you up to the point where you’d want to punish me.”

Yifan’s eyes narrowed into angry slits. “You’re a sneaky bastard, aren’t you?”

“But you love me.” Junmyeon laughed breathlessly and tipped his head back, struggling to rock his hips upwards, but Yifan’s grip prevented it. “Or, well, perhaps not. More like you love to fuck me. And I know you wouldn’t dare say no to fucking someone like me.”

Really, sometimes it baffled Junmyeon that Yifan didn’t catch on to his antics sooner. They had been doing this tango for months now, but every time, Yifan fell for it. Junmyeon dropped those comments and pissed Yifan off even more on purpose, and every time, Yifan fell right into it. He let the comments bother him. He took it to heart and it always made him angrier. And Yifan was not good with anger. It simmered and boiled and Junmyeon pushed and pushed until Yifan finally burst. And the next thing they knew, Yifan was pounding into him.

Honestly, sometimes it wasn’t even about getting Yifan to relax. Sometimes Junmyeon just liked to push him over the edge because he knew he would get laid. But again, Yifan never seemed to catch on until the situation was already too far gone to be reversed.

And today was going to be one of those days. Yifan was already at his breaking point from work related stress, combined with Junmyeon’s behavior during their conference. And now that he had just found out that he had been purposefully tricked, Junmyeon knew that Yifan was even more irritated now.

Oh, he was going to get punished so badly, and his cock hardened up even more at the simple thought of what Yifan was going to do to him.

Yifan then released his grip and took a step backwards to give the secretary a little breathing room. His face was unemotional as he spoke, but his voice was a borderline growl of anger. “Take off your clothes.”

Junmyeon peeled himself away from the wall and instantly obeyed.

Yifan watched him, expressionless, and Junmyeon began to strip. The attention made him smile absently, feeling Yifan’s cold and calculating eyes studying his every move. Junmyeon started with his shirt, undoing each button at an almost leisurely pace. Bit by bit, pale skin, flushed a soft shade of pink and already growing wet with sweat, became revealed. Junmyeon’s torso was free of imperfections, his skin smooth and unblemished. His waistline was slim and his stomach was flat, nipples situated on his firm chest already hardening from a combination of arousal and the cold air of Yifan’s office.

Junmyeon shrugged the dress shirt off, freeing his shoulders from its confines, before letting the piece of fabric fall to the floor.

His pants were next. Junmyeon absently kicked off his shoes as he began to undo his belt. He popped open the button of his black slacks, keeping his eyes trained on Yifan’s face as his fingers easily undid the zipper. He hooked his thumbs into the loops of his slacks and tugged, yanking his piece of clothing down his thighs and letting them slide down his calves. He then kicked them away, keeping his head up almost proudly as he stood there in nothing but his grey underwear and a pair of argyle socks.

Yifan’s eyes were hooded as he spoke. “You forgot something.”

Junmyeon smiled, slow and suggestive. He ran a palm over the bulge in his underwear, fingertips skittering over the dark spot on the fabric where his precum was soaking into it. “Oh, did I? Silly me.”

Junmyeon reached up then and hooked his fingers beneath the band of elastic. Keeping his eyes on Yifan’s face, he noticed that the CEO was staring unashamedly at his crotch, licking his lips absently. Junmyeon’s smirk only expanded as he proceeded to pull, nice and slow, the drag of cotton against his heated skin nearly torturous. As soon as his underwear slid down his legs far enough, his cock proceeded to spring upwards, already achingly hard, precum slowly oozing from its tip.

Yifan audibly groaned.

“Haa… You’re so lucky, aren’t you?” Junmyeon asked rhetorically. He watched Yifan’s face, taking in how the CEO knitted his eyebrows together and the way the pants of his suit were starting to shift, tightening up as his cock began to harden. Junmyeon ran his hands over himself then, teasing him. He traced his palms over his chest, raking his nails over his hardened nipples, before sliding his hands down his torso. He traced slowly, appreciating the feel of dampening skin, rubbing his thumb along the groove of his own hip. He then went even lower, running his fingers along the underside of his cock, moaning gently in the process as he unconsciously pushed it back just a little further, brushing against his belly. “So lucky to have someone like me as your secretary and around in your office to fuck…”

He could see it now, easily able to pick out how Yifan’s cock was starting to strain against his pants. Junmyeon grinned, knowing it was him and his body to turn Yifan on this much so quickly.

“Desk,” Yifan ordered then, obviously struggling to stay composed.

Junmyeon merely smiled at him, walking calmly across the space of Yifan’s office and over to the CEO’s desk. He hummed softly as he leaned against it, splaying his palms out across its surface as he let his hip press against the edge. The dark wood was smooth and cold against his skin.

Sometimes, Junmyeon wondered if Yifan’s desk was supposed to be symbolic. With Yifan being the CEO, he was obviously the one with the most power. Bigger amount of power, a bigger desk. Yifan was also a large man. Large man, large desk. And of course, Yifan had a pretty big temper. A big temper, a big desk. But the man’s desk was massive, and it made Junmyeon’s skin tingle every time to look at it, because in his mind, the connection was elsewhere.

A huge dick, a huge desk.

Bent over Yifan’s desk, Junmyeon shivered absently as Yifan came to stand behind him. The gray fabric of his suit rubbed a little against the bare skin of Junmyeon’s ass, and he twitched in response, trying not to move too much.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Yifan opening the bottom drawer of his desk. Sifting through stacks of envelopes, manila folders, and office supplies, Yifan finally made it down to the very bottom of the drawer. Junmyeon’s skin tingled as he watched Yifan carelessly push away the torn open box of condoms and their impressive collection of sex toys to go straight for the lubricant. And as soon as he had his hand around the bottle, he pulled it out before slamming the desk drawer closed.

Yifan typically used condoms; he must have been downright furious to not bother with one today. Junmyeon breathed audibly in pure excitement, already knowing that Yifan was going to fuck him with no mercy. And he couldn’t wait.

“Look at you,” Yifan started, his voice a low rumble in the back of his throat. Junmyeon heard the familiar click of the cap, waiting on shaky legs for Yifan to get on with it. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already shaking. Are you already that impatient?”

He felt Yifan’s index finger, wet with lube, pressing up against his hole, but not entering just yet. Junmyeon exhaled shakily, struggling to hold still. He let out a breathy laugh. “I suppose.”

“It’ll make your punishment even more torturous, won’t it?” Yifan growled out. Junmyeon gasped softly as Yifan, without warning, shoved his finger inside. Letting out a huff of pleasure, Junmyeon spread his legs a little more, just as Yifan began to stuff another finger inside of him. With them both in, Yifan began to scissor him open, and he was anything but gentle. He bent over Junmyeon, his suit scratching the man’s back as he spoke into Junmyeon’s ear. “You know what I’m going to do to you for all the shit you’ve pulled today?”

Junmyeon moaned as Yifan’s fingertips slammed right into his prostate.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Yifan snarled out, and Junmyeon shivered. Yifan had rough movements, forcing his fingers apart, pumping them in and out at a harsh pace. The stretch burned a little, as Yifan spread him out, and Junmyeon was panting already, his cock getting harder and harder by the minute. Yifan continued fingering him, long and tapered digits moving in and out, spreading him open, preparing him for what was to come soon. “You hear me? I’m going to fuck you, you little slut. Isn’t that what you wanted? Wanted to keep pushing me until I decided to punish you for everything you’ve done?”

His fingers pumped in, harder, faster. A wet squelching echoed in the room, lube dribbling out from Junmyeon’s hole and running down the crack of his ass, staining his thighs.

“Y-Yes.” Junmyeon was moaning, his cheeks heated, his cock officially as hard as it could get. Junmyeon loved being in control, but this, this was even better, having Yifan speaking filthy things to him, telling him everything he wanted to do to him. And besides, he already had Yifan right where he wanted him. He didn’t need the control anymore. He was already going to get what he wanted no matter what. And really, it was a good thing that Junmyeon no longer cared about having the upper hand, because he was officially too turned on to think properly anymore. All he could focus on was Yifan inside of him. He moaned loudly, unconsciously tightening himself up around Yifan’s fingers, imagining them as something bigger, longer, thicker. “W-Want you to fuck me.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you at all, considering what you’ve done. Maybe I should let you suffer instead as a punishment, considering that me fucking you is what you want,” Yifan rumbled out, his fingers raking brutally against the spot of pure pleasure inside of him that had Junmyeon groaning, his knees practically knocking together. “Or maybe I should. Maybe I should fuck you so hard and for so long everyone knows just what a little slut you are, getting off on your boss choking you and shoving his cock inside of you. Maybe I should fuck you until you’re screaming my name so loud everyone can hear you. Maybe I should fuck you until all you can do is scream and cry and beg me to let you cum.”

And just like that, Yifan’s fingers were gone.

Junmyeon whimpered, turning around slightly to see what was going on. Yifan was undoing his belt now, the grey of his ridiculously expensive Armani suit clashing against his flushed skin. The black leather belt came out of its loops, and Yifan leaned over, setting it down atop of the desk, just left of Junmyeon, but easily within arm’s reach.

“Perhaps fucking you is the best punishment,” Yifan said, voice authoritative. “Because otherwise, you never listen to a damn thing I say.”

His hands went back to his pants once more, and Junmyeon was nearly drooling in anticipation as Yifan undid the button. The zipper came next, deftly undone, and Junmyeon just stared, wanting so badly to see what was to come, even though he had seen it time and time before.

“You don’t deserve for me to fuck you completely naked,” Yifan rumbled out, and Junmyeon shivered. “But if you get one single stain on my suit, you are fired.”

Pants open now, Junmyeon could see the bright color of Yifan’s underwear hiding beneath his grey suit. Yifan easily hooked his fingers underneath the elastic, tugging his underwear and pants down just enough to let himself free.

And there was Junmyeon’s prize: the reddened, erect, and huge cock of his boss.

Junmyeon swallowed and licked his lips, already trembling with excitement.

“Turn around,” Yifan instructed, and Junmyeon did exactly that. He leaned against the desk, his back facing Yifan. His body shook a little. “Don’t move.”

He could feel Yifan running the head of his cock along his entrance, teasing him, and the anticipation was starting to eat Junmyeon alive. He was panting already, goose bumps prickling along the skin of his trembling thighs and running down his arms. The surface of the desk was smooth beneath his sweaty palms, edge of it already pressing uncomfortably against his hip.

“Breathe,” Yifan commanded, and that was the only warning he received before Yifan began to push inside, tip of his cock slowly spearing him open.

A gurgled gasp passed Junmyeon’s lips as he spread his legs absently just a little wider, doing his best to obey his boss as he tried to breathe deeper. A wonderful pain began to crawl up inside of him, clawing its way up his spine, his body struggling to accommodate the stretch and thick flesh being crammed inside of it. A mess of sounds was coming out of him against his will as he stood there and took it, gasps and whines and moans all spilling out between heavy pants as he just tried to remember to breathe. As long as he kept breathing, he could handle it. He could take it. He had taken it so many times before, and he could take it again now, so long as he kept breathing.

Ah, but focusing on getting enough oxygen was so hard to do at a moment like this. How could he focus on breathing enough when all he could focus on was the CEO’s thick cock slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside of him, filling him up nice and full, spreading him out so thin?

He could feel Yifan’s fingers biting down on his hipbone, so hard that it was legitimately painful. He could feel Yifan’s breath ghosting over the back of his neck. He could feel the skin of Yifan’s pelvis pressing hard against his ass as his boss finally managed to push all the way inside of him, officially balls deep within him. And best of all, he could feel the way Yifan’s cock twitched impatiently, painfully eager to move and fuck him.

“You never learn, do you?” Yifan whispered. Junmyeon let out a whine as the other bent over him, fabric of his suit jacket scratching against the bare skin of Junmyeon’s back. His voice was low, threatening almost, and Junmyeon unconsciously shivered as he knew where this was going. The simple thought of it all made him just that much harder, his cock a painful ache between his legs already, and Yifan wasn’t even fucking him yet. “Or maybe you already know better. You do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Junmyeon gasped out, struggling to hold still. His hips were jerking a little, his dick desperate for friction and his body just wanting for Yifan to start moving.

“So impatient,” Yifan commented, easily noticing the way Junmyeon was squirming for contact. He rolled his hips experimentally, only once, just to see Junmyeon’s reaction. He couldn’t stop the smirk from playing out across his lips as Junmyeon moaned quietly, humping instantly back against him. “An impatient little slut. Aren’t you?”

Junmyeon whimpered in reply, desperately thrusting his hips back against Yifan’s pelvis.

“If you’re already this impatient, I wonder how far gone you’ll be by the end?” Yifan whispered, leaning over him, speaking right into Junmyeon’s ear. A shiver ran down Junmyeon’s spine, able to feel the way Yifan’s dick moved ever-so-slightly within him at the action. “Hopefully very impatient. You deserve to suffer a little after the stunt you pulled today.”

A loud groan escaped from his lips as Yifan’s hips snapped back for one moment before slamming back forward.

Yifan went on easy on him at first, moving at a casual pace that already had Junmyeon moaning softly as he focused on the sheer feeling of the CEO’s cock sliding in and out of him. In, out, in, out, a repetitive sensation of a long and thick dick moving within him, scraping against his pleasure points. Junmyeon absently spread his legs just a little more, knowing what was about to happen, and his fingers fumbled, securing over the opposite edge of the man’s desk.

But Junmyeon really was impatient, so he couldn’t stop himself from, once more, challenging his boss’ authority, officially for the last time. Junmyeon loved to push Yifan to his breaking point, but he didn’t care anymore. There was but one thing he wanted now.

“How about you actually get on with it and fuck me? Or is this the best you can do?”

Based on the loud, thunder-like rumble that came out of Yifan’s mouth, Junmyeon knew that he had officially pushed the other over the edge.

One strong hand suddenly shoved him face-first onto the desk, bending his body in half, and Junmyeon moaned loudly as Yifan snapped his hips forward so hard that he saw stars.

“You want me to fuck you? Huh?” Yifan snarled out, his voice rising in anger as he, at last, began to let out all his frustrations. Borderline screaming at Junmyeon was already a signal of him letting out his stress, but the rest of it was in the way that Yifan’s hips were picking up speed. “Why am I not surprised? You really are nothing but a slutty little secretary, aren’t you?”

“Ahh—Mhm—Y-Yes—“ Junmyeon gasped out, panting and moaning as Yifan began to pick up the pace, his hips snapping back and forth relentlessly. Harder, faster, deeper, Yifan’s cock began to absolutely pound into him, scraping against his walls, plowing into the swollen gland inside of him that left Junmyeon gurgling in pleasure. “Yes, yes—“

“You probably only keep working for me because of my cock,” Yifan snarled, thrusting in, out, a hand braced against Junmyeon’s upper back to keep him pinned down atop of the massive wooden desk. “Is that it? Like my nice big cock too much to go anywhere else?”

The fleshy vein of Yifan’s dick was pressing against his walls.

“Can’t get no one else to fuck you like I can,” Yifan growled, lubricant practically dripping off of his cock as he pulled out before slamming back in. The desk creaked beneath them. Papers slid across its surface. The cup of pens began to shake. “Can’t get a dick like mine anywhere else, can’t get anyone else to fuck you like I can, can’t get anyone else to make you cum like I can. Can you?”

“N… No,” Junmyeon gasped out, drooling all over the surface of the desk, his legs quivering as the CEO continued to pound into him, every single word out of Yifan’s mouth making his cock that much heavier between his legs, guiltily loving every little thing he said. “I c-ca—Ah, ahh—“

Harder, faster, Yifan snarling into his ear as the man fucked him at a brutal pace, hips snapping back and forth at an almost violent rate.

“More, more, more—“ Junmyeon was crowing, panting wetly against the desk, his cock throbbing between his legs as he could feel that heat brewing inside of his belly. Close, so close, but not yet. “Harder, harder, harder—“

Yifan growled, fucking Junmyeon as hard and fast as he could go now, Junmyeon moaning loudly in response as his thighs began to quiver.

“Wish the whole damn building could see you bent over my desk, moaning out for more of my cock,” Yifan snarled out, and Junmyeon groaned as the head of the man’s dick pushed right against his already abused prostate. “Who’s in charge, Junmyeon?”

A wet slurping noise sounded as Yifan’s cock pushed in and thrust back out, sending near squirts of lube dripping down Junmyeon’s thighs. Precum dribbled free of his cock, staining the wooden desk.

“Y-You,” Junmyeon gasped out, eyes crossing, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he drooled and whined and panted. “You are.”

There was a mess of sounds within the otherwise empty room, and it was honestly a good thing that Yifan’s office was equipped with such thick walls.

“I’m in charge,” Yifan repeated, head of his cock slamming right into Junmyeon’s prostate. “And you respect your boss, do you understand?”

Junmyeon’s gargled gasps and strained moans. The constant smack as Yifan’s pelvis slammed into the rounded cheeks of Junmyeon’s ass as he fucked him. The grunts and groans bubbling to life from the inside of Yifan’s throat. The creaking of the large wooden desk as their combined weight continuously shoved into it. The rattling of a cup of pens, just before it fell over, and the banging of drawers as they attempted to slide open, only to be slammed shut all over again.

“Y-Yes—“ Junmyeon gasped out, clenching down on Yifan’s cock desperately. “Yes, yes, yeees—“

Yifan was slamming into his prostate over and over and over and all Junmyeon could do was moan at the top of his lungs, going nearly cross-eyed, overloaded with white hot pleasure.

His hip was still pressed brutally into the edge of the desk, cutting into his bare skin and slowly but surely bruising him, and his fingers uselessly clawed at the wooden surface as they tried to find leverage. But right then, all Junmyeon could focus on was orgasm. He was so close, his cock practically throbbing between his legs, begging him for release, his stomach on fire as his body screamed for him to cum.

He was so preoccupied that he never noticed how Yifan’s hand moved, wrapping nice and tight about the leather belt that was lying on the desk.

“Nn—’M—Y-Yifan,” Junmyeon gurgled out, saliva trailing pathetically down his chin, his thighs trembling violently. “G-Gonna—Yifan, I’m gonna c-cum—“

Suddenly something pressed brutally against his throat, and Junmyeon could no longer breathe. All that could pass his lips was a mixture between a breathless gasp and a moan as he realized what was going on.

“Be,” Yifan started, his voice a growl as he yanked the belt tighter, choking Junmyeon from behind with every ounce of strength he had, “quiet.”

This was the most awful yet wonderful combination. His body was launched into a full state of confusion now, unsure of what to do with such extreme states of stimulus. His brain just couldn’t decide what to focus on.

His cock was a violent ache between his legs, practically pleading for him to blow his load as his thighs shook and his stomach burned and his pulse raced. And at the same time, Yifan’s belt was wrapped in a death grip around his neck. Yifan was holding both ends in one of his large hands, yanking backwards with ease, cutting off Junmyeon’s air supply. His throat burned, a combined state of needing oxygen and a sensation of need to cum. His mouth hung open as he desperately tried to breathe, tongue unconsciously protruding as nothing, not even a single puff of air, was able to get into his lungs. His Adam’s apple bobbed pathetically the best it could, practically crushed against Yifan’s black belt, and his fingers clawed at the wood of the desk as he remained hunched over it, head tipped back as Yifan kept choking him.

The pain of suffocating clawed through him, his lungs burning, his throat on fire, that same lightheaded sensation blooming to life in his skull as his body desperately wanted oxygen that it just couldn’t receive. And yet, tingles of pleasure ruptured inside of Junmyeon, the ache somehow so wonderful to him, the pain feeling so terribly good.

White spots slowly began to dot his vision, warning him he was on the verge of losing consciousness, and Junmyeon started to gurgle, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he continued to writhe and choke.

He felt Yifan’s suit jacket scratch his back once more, fabric dragging along his skin as Yifan leaned over him, and the tip of the man’s cock pushed in just a little further. The belt tightened even more, and Junmyeon’s eyes were starting to roll backwards. Blearily, he straightened out one hand, about to tap on the desk three times to get Yifan to stop when he heard it.

“Such an impatient little slut.”

Everything happened all at once. Yifan slammed into him as hard as he could, his cock vanishing inside of his secretary all the way up to the hilt. And right as he did so, he released the belt, letting it hit the desk with a clang.

It was too much for Junmyeon.

It all happened too fast. The feeling of Yifan’s cock forcing its way back in right as he let go was just an overload. A huge, hard dick slamming all the way inside of him, making him so wonderfully full, combined with the way he could suddenly breathe, a rush of sweet oxygen pouring into his lungs, was just too much for Junmyeon to take. His body simply could not handle such an immense overload of pleasure.

Junmyeon came instantly.

He was gurgling and panting and absolutely heaving for oxygen, orgasm hitting him so hard he was bent pathetically in half over Yifan’s massive wooden desk, trying to lean on it for support because his legs would not hold him up anymore. He came hard, brutally even, his vision violently blurring as his eyes rolled back in his head, his cock finally finding the release it had been wanting so badly. Violent spasms struck his quivering hips, ropes and ropes and ropes of cum splattering across the surface of Yifan’s desk as they spurted free from his cock. Junmyeon was shaking, sweat literally dripping off of him as his thighs struggled to close, unconsciously clenching down on Yifan’s dick in the process, as it was still buried deep within him.

And he just couldn’t stop.

It was one of the most intense orgasms Junmyeon ever had, gasping for air, unable to moan at all, his legs going so weak beneath him that if Yifan hadn’t wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him up, he would have collapsed. His seed painted the wooden desk, globs of white staining some of the paperwork that Yifan had left upon it. He heaved for air, one last feeble twitch of his cock leaving behind one more dribble of cum, and finally marking the end of his orgasm.

Sweating, trembling, and exhausted, Junmyeon let out a weak moan as he tried to come back to his senses properly. In between his heavy pants, as he tried his best to comb through the thick post-orgasmic fog that had filled up his brain, Junmyeon vaguely felt something move inside of him.

And it was then he realized Yifan still had yet to cum.

“You really are impatient,” Yifan murmured, and Junmyeon whined softly as Yifan’s hips rolled, moving his length in a little deeper before nearly pulling all the way out. He was oversensitive now from orgasm, and as Yifan’s still hard cock began to move once more, Junmyeon’s own slowly softening one twitched weakly in response. “Aren’t you?”

That was the only warning he received before Yifan slammed into him with every ounce of strength he had.

Overstimulated, all Junmyeon could do was moan pathetically as Yifan went right back to fucking him. His voice was gone. His fingers refused to work, and there Junmyeon was, sliding across the desk as Yifan tugged him back and forth, onto his dick and back off of it. His hands slipped across the wood, wet with sweat, accidentally sliding into his own sticky aftermath in the process, getting cum all over his palms. His cock twitched weakly, wanting to grow hard once more, but since he just came, he couldn’t.

All he could do was moan and take it and focus on the feeling of Yifan’s cock pounding his brains out.

Yifan was never gentle. Junmyeon had learned long ago that getting out all his annoyances and negativity would only lead to rough, angry sex. But he didn’t mind. He liked it better this way. He loved Yifan snarling filthy words into his ear. He loved Yifan’s cock fucking him like there was no tomorrow. He loved the way Yifan choked him until he nearly passed out.

Maybe, deep down, he also loved Yifan, despite all of the man’s flaws.

“Fuck, fuck—“ Yifan chanted, moving faster, harder, biting his lip as he chased after his orgasm desperately. “You’re so fucking tight, Junmyeon, feel so fucking good—“

Yifan was groaning. Loud, low groans of pure pleasure, starting to lose himself as he focused on nothing more than reaching his goal: sweet release.

Junmyeon clenched down on him, whining quietly, his eyes glazed over with orgasmic bliss and exhaustion. Yifan’s hips were jerking wildly as he chased his orgasm, biting down hard on his lip until blood began to spot his skin, his balls noisily slapping against Junmyeon’s bare skin, the grey of his suit itchy against Junmyeon’s bare flesh.

At last, Yifan came.

He came, moaning, blowing his entire load into Junmyeon’s body. His hips quivered, and Yifan, groaning loudly, threw his head back, his orgasm leaving him violently shaking, globs of cum mixing together with the mess of lube and precum that already coated Junmyeon’s insides.

They remained locked together for a moment, and Junmyeon couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if Yifan didn’t pull out at all, keeping him full a while longer. But Yifan began to move, his slowly softening cock slipping out, dripping and coated white with his own release.

Completely and utterly fucked out, Junmyeon merely moaned softly in response.

~~~

He could hear whispering as he stood at the water cooler, filling up his cup.

At first he paid it no mind, and then he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was Minseok and Chanyeol who were chattering softly to each other, but that wasn’t what snagged Junmyeon’s attention. It was the fact that the two kept stealing glances at him, thinking that Junmyeon couldn’t see.

The cooler let out a loud glug, a few large bubbles forming within the water inside as Junmyeon turned off the flow of water, and instead raised his cup to his lips. The water felt good against his overworked throat as he drank.

Junmyeon finished his cup and bent over a little to start refilling it. As he filled it up a second time, he decided to turn his head, instantly making eye contact with the pair as they tried to, once again, steal a glance at him. Junmyeon flashed them a toothy grin, only for his two coworkers to turn bright red in the face in embarrassment, knowing they had been busted gossiping.

Junmyeon just laughed softly to himself and turned his attention back onto his paper cup. Full once more, Junmyeon raised it to his lips and began to drink.

He didn’t mind the gossip. Let them talk. Words were only words.

Junmyeon smiled absently over the rim of his paper cup as he felt Yifan’s warm cum run down his thigh.