B O S S

 

jung jaehyun x kim jungwoo

 

smut ; pwp

 

oneshot ; businessman au ; fucktoy au ; master/slave au ; explicit choice of words

 

 

“Do you know what those people out there say about us, Jungwoo? They think that you control me. That instead of me fucking you, it’s you who fuck me. That I am scared of you. Is that true?”

 

“No, master.”

 

“No. So I’m the boss and I lead you, Jungwoo. I’m the boss that you want.”

 

 

–kairay 2018.     

 

 

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The empty glass clinked softly against the silver desk as Jaehyun placed it down – turned his attention back to the conversation now that he had a suitable amount of alcohol in his hand.

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It wasn’t that the conversation –a meeting it is– was remarkably boring ; in fact, the subject matter was about the small revolts happening out on the very minor eastern islands, and as such was as exciting as any subject at a meeting like this could be. It was merely that Taeyong had such a tiresome Mark in this conference, the tiny black-haired thing who kept interjecting to ask irrelevant questions or to giggle at something Taeyong had said like the empty airhead he probably was. Taeyong, for his part, seemed to find the behavior perfectly acceptable, seemingly flattered by the laughter. Lucas’ attention was sometimes elsewhere – somewhere not here. It was enough to make Jaehyun sick.

 

Doyoung had become bored of the whole thing quite some time earlier and wandered off to find snacks and sitting in the corner. Jaehyun was quite glad that he’d kept Jungwoo by his side, a so-called colleague they say, because watching the slight facial twitches was more amusing than anything else Jaehyun had seen, even more than Mark’s unstoppable giggling every time Taeyong spoke. Plus, he was rather a beautiful sight tonight, in a deep blue coat and matching black dress pants, the coat show off his small shoulder. The collar around his throat was black, as were the rings adorning his fingers, the earrings in his ears. Whenever the subject became too boring, Jaehyun kept flicking glances at him and thinking about fucking him in those clothes.

 

“Now those eastern islands,” Taeyong was saying pompously, “they need taken care of, don’t you see. It’s not enough to have these revolts put down by the forces already there, what if they spread!”

 

“I’m sure the local forces are perfectly capable of the task,” Jaehyun said with a smile; hiding how this problem has gone blunt. “I heard there haven’t been any casualties in the last three instances.”

 

“The point is, those three times shouldn’t have happened! They need to act now!”

 

“Yes, quite,” Jungwoo said. Frankly Jaehyun wondered if Taeyong knew that he had nothing to do with local forces whatsoever. Probably not. Taeyong had once asked Doyoung to put in a good word to them since Doyoung’s good in silent agreement but, nobody had clued Taeyong on the truth yet.

 

Jungwoo continued, “Although if you ask me, the only good thing they provide does worth keeping those islands simply for visitors and income.”

 

“Doyoung, my man, better come here for a sec.” said Taeyong, after walking slowly to Jungwoo. “Did you get the chance to speak to your colleagues about the matter we discussed?”

 

Doyoung shook his head wordlessly. “Ah, that. That disappointing result I suggest that we don’t talk about any longer. I’m going to find a better solution.”

 

“It has been a whole week and how quick are we progressing?” Taeyong said with an obvious sarcasm in his tone – Jaehyun had to laugh silently on this matter.

 

“You see, as you’re the boss you should be making agreements but it’s me instead of you – how are they gonna believe that.” Doyoung couldn’t help it, he became downright confused. “Or Jungwoo at least.”

 

Oh, this beautiful man beside him. Look at it. Jaehyun turned and suddenly found himself looking up into standing Jungwoo’s stony face. His eyes flashing just a little. Don’t be like that, baby. You’re being too scary.

 

After a moment or two, Jaehyun hadn’t really pay attention on the conversation anymore, leaving those three men arguing over the very same statement. Out of six people attending the meeting, it has always been like this.

 

He looked at Jungwoo again. His serious face – those ambitious eyes people say are scarier than Taeyong’s, than Jaehyun’s. Jaehyun had quite fun thinking about it, how people compare him with Taeyong and Jungwoo. Both of them are way too low to be compared to him. If only they know. But it was interesting to hear what they say, what they think they know about him. About Jungwoo. He might look strong depending on those sharp stare and figure, but if only they know. Thinking about it only making him hard. This boring atmosphere’s only making Jungwoo even more interesting.

 

Jaehyun shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. He glared at Jungwoo, “I’m sorry,” he said. He glared at Jungwoo again and placed his wine glass, still half full. “Could you please excuse me?”

 

Taeyong cut the talk and looked at Jaehyun confusedly. “Why should I let you?”

 

Jaehyun’s grin slid off his face. “And Jungwoo too.” After a second he’s come with an excuse. “I was thinking about a thing and I’ll come up with a good letter regarding the eastern islands and I’ll make sure we get it. Now please excuse us,”

 

He left before he had an answer, only Jungwoo muttering an excuse to Taeyong and Doyoung before trailing after him, never more than two steps behind. They walked in silence, making a way out from the crowd of people, until they arrived at Jaehyun’s room.

 

His room was somewhat out of the way, secluded, but it `was still possible to hear chatters and laughters from outside which Jungwoo knew better. Jungwoo stood stiffly, hands tucked in his coat’s pocket, staring at Jaehyun in silence.

 

“You didn’t find it boring?” Jaehyun asked. “Seems like you enjoy talking to that fucktoy.”

 

“Master–“

 

“Or do you find it as a competition among fucktoys? Do you imagine yourself in Taeyong’s position? Funny.”

 

Jungwoo’s avoiding Jaehyun’s eyes, his head to the ground. The cold atmosphere cut into his throat – so uncomfortable, so different from the perfect Jungwoo who’d always confident. He can be. But in this place, where Jaehyun’s in and only Jaehyun, there’s no way for him.

 

“What?” Jaehyun whispered, giving his attention fully, found himself fascinated by such a terrified look on Jungwoo’s eyes as he faced up.

 

“It’s not– master, it’s that Lee Taeyong is the leader–“

 

But Jaehyun’s not having it. “So who’s the boss to you?”

 

“I–“ and Jungwoo’s just too afraid to handle Jaehyun. Jaehyun is so superior that not everyone can reach him, how he could always control what he wanted. And he controlled Jungwoo completely.

 

“That’s right.” Jaehyun grinned at him. “You know what those people out there say about us, Jungwoo?”

 

“Yes, master,” Jungwoo answer smoothly.

 

“And what is it?”

 

Jungwoo’s brow furrowed just a little, the only break in his impassive expression. “T-they are scared of me– that– they say that you’re scared of me too.”

 

“People say you are a strong rival who can beat me, some even say you’re already higher than me. Even capable enough to replace Taeyong.” Jaehyun let loose another grin, stepped up close to Jungwoo, brushing a stray hair away from Jungwoo’s face with a click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Is that true, Jungwoo?”

 

“No, master,” Jungwoo murmured. His eyes were fixated on Jaehyun’s lips.

 

“No,” Jaehyun agreed. “You’re weak aren’t you, Jungwoo?’ He pulled at the material at Jungwoo’s chest, tugging to reveal the smooth skin of his shoulder. Jungwoo held himself still. “You’re weak because I can undress you right now. I could strip you naked and send you out to suck Taeyong’s cock, lowest fucktoy that he is, and you will do it, because you’re weak and you like it.”

 

Jaehyun brought his mouth close enough to feel Jungwoo’s breath on his face and continued, “So I’m the boss and I lead you, Jungwoo. I’m the boss that you want.” The next second he raised an eyebrow. “Down onto your knees.”

 

Jungwoo went down immediately, his took his hands out before clasping behind his back, going onto his knees in one smooth, practiced motion. There wasn’t even a tremor in his shoulder or facial expression as his eyes tracked Jaehyun’s movements, as Jaehyun’s hands reached for the ties on his pants, undoing them slowly and releasing his cock, already more than half hard.

 

“You’re going to suck my cock,” Jaehyun said idly, one hand holding his cock and the other sliding into Jungwoo’s hair, fingers tightening in just a way that he felt the hair tug in what must have been a pretty painful way. “Actually,” he added as an afterthought, “I think it’s more accurate to say that I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

 

He felt, rather than heard, the slight exhale from Jungwoo. He swayed in, almost by instinct, and Jaehyun yanked his hair, pulling tight so that Jungwoo’s head was forced up, his eyes looking into Jaehyun's, squinting against the pain. “Don’t you have any patience?” Jaehyun asked lightly. “I know you’re a cockslut but you wait. for. permission.”

 

“Sorry, master,” Jungwoo whispered.” I just– I wanted–“ He fell silent at Jaehyun’s raised eyebrow.

 

After a moment, Jaehyun let go of him, so that Jungwoo was kneeling stiff and upright, no part of Jaehyun touching him and he said, “Suck my cock.”

 

Jungwoo leaned forward, lips brushing the head of Jaehyun’s cock. Jaehyun hadn’t given him permission to use his hands so he didn’t, merely dipping his head to take Jaehyun into his mouth, tongue pressed flat to the underside of it as he bobbed his head down as far as he could without assistance. He sucked as he pulled back and Jaehyun hissed between his teeth, his cock growing harder, bigger inside Jungwoo’s mouth as he sank back down, further this time.

 

“I wonder what those people would think if they saw you like this,” Jaehyun wondered aloud, as Jungwoo sucked shamelessly, noisily. “If they could see you on your knees, fucking your own mouth on my cock. Should I call them over, Jungwoo? Should I let them see?”

 

Jungwoo’s composure broke for a second, as he whimpered with his lips wrapped around the head of Jaehyun’s cock. His own cock was hard, and he shifted on his knees to accommodate it. Jaehyun took advantage oh his momentary distraction to grab his hair and force his head down, pushing his hips forward so that his cock slid down Jungwoo’s throat.

 

Jungwoo had been too well trained to have any sort of gag reflex at this point. His face was almost serene as his hips brushed the base of Jaehyun’s cock, nose pressed. He swallowed effortlessly. Jaehyun bit back his groan, his head tipping back just a little. He didn’t want to lose control, not like this, but fuck, it felt so good, his cock pulsing in Jungwoo’s mouth, Jungwoo’s throat contracting around him as he swallowed again. Jaehyun tightened his hand in Jungwoo’s hair warningly.

 

“You’d like it if I did that, wouldn’t you?” Jaehyun said. There was a slight pant in his voice. “You’d like it if people watch. They’re just outside, it would be so easy, you know. What would the rumors say then, Jungwoo?”

 

There was a pink flush across Jungwoo’s face now. Jaehyun pulled him off in one smooth movement and fucked into his mouth without any warning again, faster than before. Jungwoo’s eyes squeezed shut. His legs were pressed together. “Spread your legs,” Jaehyun said, and Jungwoo did so, taking any pressure off his cock.

 

With the hand that wasn’t holding Jungwoo’s head all the way down on his cock, Jaehyun trailed his fingers down Jungwoo’s hollowed cheek, thumb swiping the spit that was escaping from Jungwoo’s mouth, travelling down his chin. “I think you like it,” Jaehyun said. His voice was light, but the pant in his voice was harder now. “You like that people are scared of you. You like that people think I’m scared of you. You like that, Jungwoo?”

 

Jungwoo didn’t answer. Well, Jaehyun thought, amused by the way Jungwoo’s shoulder were beginning to hunch, his legs trembling more the longer Jaehyun hold him still, his cock still impossibly far down his throat. Jaehyun pinched his ear lobe. “Answer me.”

 

Jungwoo made some noise, incomprehensible around Jaehyun's cock. He swallowed again, and Jaehyun held him there for another few seconds in punishment before yanking on his hair and dragging him away.

 

Jungwoo gasped in air, his lips and chin smeared with spit and precum. The stiffness of his back from earlier was now gone, his composure shattered. It was so easy, always so easy, to get Jungwoo to fall apart. “What did you say?” Jaehyun asked, both hands going into Jungwoo’s hair.

 

“I said no, master,” Jungwoo gasped. “No, it doesn’t– please – oh, please– please”

 

Jaehyun guided his head back to his cock, bringing Jungwoo’s mouth down again, the head of his cock pushed past his lips, before holding him still, perfect still. “Keep your hands behind your back,” he said lightly. “No touching.” And then he rocked his hips so that his cock slid into Jungwoo’s mouth again, and then out in a slick motion.

 

Once upon a time he may have gone slow and gentle at first, but he knew better now, knew to fuck Jungwoo’s mouth as hard as he would fuck him normally. Jungwoo kept still, his eyes closed, Jaehyun’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth easily, sucking slightly every time Jaehyun pulled out.

 

“You’re so good,” Jaehyun muttered indistinctly, barely even audible above the pant in his voice. “No matter how badly you want it, no one else is going to see you like this, you’re all mine. You’re mine to fuck. Your shameless whore mouth is mine to fuck, as hard as I want.”

 

He could feel his control slipping now, his thrusts increasingly erratic. He fucked harder and harder, too fast for Jungwoo to do anything more than kneel there, his mouth stretched obscenely wide. Jaehyun could see tears on his eyelashes, feel the slight puffs of breath from his nose as he tried to catch his breath.

 

“Should I come in your mouth?” Jaehyun panted. If they were at his place he’d come on Jungwoo’s face, come all over those pretty flushed check, watch as they became even pinked from jumiliation and pleasure. But he couldn’t do that here. “I know you want it, come closer.”

Jungwoo tried to say something and Jaehyun’s breath caught in his throat as the vibrations of the attempt made his cock twitch. He was so on edge that when Jungwoo opened his eyes and looked up at him pleadingly, he came, hard, holding Jungwoo’s head down on his cock as he spurted into his mouth and throat.

 

He was trembling as he came down. When he let go of Jungwoo’s hair, it became messy. As he pulled his softening cock out of Jungwoo’s mouth, he made sure to wipe the head against Jungwoo’s bottom lip. Jungwoo darted out his tongue to lap at the slit in the head of his cock as he did so and Jaehyun let out a moan which made Jungwoo’s cock twitch visibly. Jungwoo sat back, swallowing down what had been left in his mouth, his facial expression settling back to stoic.

 

Jaehyun took a moment to gather himself together, tucking his cock back into his pants. Jungwoo’s chest was rising and falling quickly, only that and the flush still on his face betraying how unsettled he was. “Stand up,” Jaehyun said.

 

Jungwoo wasn’t as smooth getting to his feet as he had been going down on his knees. His untouched cock strained against his pants and stood awkwardly, legs still a little spread because Jaehyun hadn’t told him otherwise. Jaehyun smiled. He was so well-trained, so good, that it made the rumors even more ridiculous.

 

Jaehyun beckoned him closer. He wiped at Jungwoo’s face gently with a handkerchief and then kissed him chastely. He brought his hand down and palmed at Jungwoo’s cock through his pants, the heat of it obvious through the thin material. Jungwoo whined in the back of his throat, a long, drawn out desperate noise. “I’m going to leave you hard,” Jaehyun whispered against Jungwoo’s mouth. “We’re going back to the meeting. Let’s see what they think of that, at least.”

 

He drew away. Jungwoo looked like he was going to say something – his eyes certainly flashed like he was – but then he stopped, his hands falling to his sides, his eyes lowering to the floor. When Jaehyun swept out of the room, Jungwoo followed, his gait barely even affected by his erection.

 

It took a while, back in the conference, for them to notice the blush on Jungwoo’s face, the press of his cock against his clothing. Lucas rather than stares he voiced out his curiousness vocally while Mark’s stares were somewhat over the top. It definitely because no one had seen Jungwoo like this before. Jungwoo, who was known for his seriousness and stoniness and who seemed in control. At this point they all avoided staring his eyes for once, his head to the ground.

 

Jaehyun turned to him from his seat, pressed himself to Jungwoo’s side, wrapping one arm around his neck and pulling his head down so he could murmur into his ear. “Why are you looking at the floor? You were so active doing arguments before.” He said playfully. “Don’t you want to lead the arguments now that I got the letter?”

 

Jungwoo slid his gaze across at him. His face would have been like thunder if it weren’t for the pretty pinkness in his cheeks. Then he glanced at Taeyong and everyone who seems like continuing the meeting just fine.

 

“You’re no fun,” Jaehyun sighed, his lips brushing the shell of Jungwoo’s ear. He rested his hand on Jungwoo’s lower stomach, his eyes going down to Jungwoo’s cock. He heard Mark’s playful giggle. “But you do suck cock well, always. I should reward you. Maybe I’ll suck your cock tonight. My place. Do you want that?”

 

Jungwoo’s cock twitched and he shifted his feet. “Y-yes,” he whispered hoarsely. “Yes, master, I do want that.”

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Jaehyun smiled and blew into Jungwoo’s ear secretly. “Of course,” he added. “I didn’t say that I’d let you come tonight.”

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