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daemour · 1 year ago

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daMN?????

(and happy birthday hehe) (nsfw remarks under the cut)

jesus the way about 3 paragraphs in i was already dying lolol....the idea of san being so obsessed with eating me out??? topaz u outdone urself and i hope u self indulge in this fic for many more years cus hot DAMN

ANd hongjoong being cocky and san being possessive?? got me biting my lip like a schoolgirl lol... happy birthday to yn (u) indaed :sanapray:

also i should not be as into the sloppy seconds thing as i am rn and i'd gladly fu- [GUNSHOTS]

Good Morning

ღPairing: Personal assistant! San x Ceo! reader (f) x Chairman of the Board! Hongjoong ღAu: ceo au, office au, personal assistant au ღTrope: age difference (older! reader, younger! san), authority trope, ex-lovers (hongjoong and reader went to business school together), ღWord Count: 3,272 ღRated: 18+ MDNI!!!, smut, pure pwp ღSummary: your personal assistant surprises you for your birthday with some taboo office sex but you are so rudely interrupted by the chairman of the board ღWarnings: oral (f), degradation kink (m), dom!joong, dom!reader, sub!san, nipple play (m), mxm, sloppy seconds, creampie, penetrative sex with no barrier, jacking off, slight degradation, overstim ღDedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland beta readers who feed my need for attention 😭 i love you two to the moon and back ღA/N: this is completely self indulgent birthday sex post for hongjoong and I, since we share. please enjoy as much as i did 😉

“Good Morning,” San chirped as he swept into your office just as you settled in for the morning.

You watched as your personal assistant glided over to your desk with a cheeky smile. He was sporting a black turtleneck today with black slacks. Your eyes skimmed over the way his shoulders and chest seemed to fill out the simple material, not to mention his slim waist not hiding despite the baggy slacks. There was something about the way San was walking towards you that had you paying attention to more than his phenomenal body.

“Good morning, San,” You replied back.

“Did you see what was on this morning’s itinerary?” San wondered, peering over your double screened set up.

You pulled up your calendar, taking a sip from your cold drink this fine fall morning and then spat it across your screens. On your calendar the first thing in the morning was: Happy Birthday Head.

“Choi fucking San!” You bellowed his name, reaching for something to wipe away your screen. Surely you had not just read that?

San preened like he was proud of himself. “Yes?”

“No,” You said, stern and firm.

San’s face fell in disappointment but fought his stance. “What do you mean? You always talked about fantasies about having me in your office. It’s the perfect birthday present.”

You stood up and reached over your sugary drink sprayed screen and grabbed San’s shirt, fist crumbling up his turtleneck. You spoke lowly and tried to be calm. “If someone catches you with your face buried between my thighs, that is my reputation and your job on the line.”

San tilted his head, like he was confused. “Isn’t that the point? Isn’t that what makes it appealing? Ma’am!” San whined and then dropped his tone as well, “Mistress.”

A jolt of lust ran through your body. The amount of times San had been dominated by you--that he had groaned Mistress while you edged him--was enough to give you phantom orgasms. “Stop that,” You ordered him.

San’s hands wound around your wrist, gentle, feathery touches to lure you into what he wanted. "Let me take care of you this morning, Mistress."

You were well aware of just how many times San had said that in the late morning sun, waking up and immediately hungry for your cunt. How you had woken up many times to San already eating you out, unable to wait for you to wake up; of his slick covered face, eyes practically disappearing with how happy he was.

"One time, San. Only this one time! There will be no repeats!" You informed him.

To San, he only heard yes. Immediately he was guiding you to sit back down, hands firm on your shoulders. Then he was cupping your face, kissing you tenderly and with much affection. Then he was crouching at your feet, your chair pushed back to accommodate his large figure before your dark wood desk. Your skirt was pushed up to your waist with no time to spare and San groaned at your thigh highs and garter belts. He paused for only a moment, fingers flitting over your thigh highs in admiration, and then he was pushing your plush thighs apart.

You let out a content sigh when San's tongue touched your clit. It was always like a beam of heaven touching you when San gave you head. His eyes always stayed glued to your face, to both drink in all your reactions and to make sure he was doing everything right.

It had been cute, the first time he had gone down on you, clumsy but eager. But you had gotten frustrated after a bit, grabbing his head with both hands and bucking your hips into his tongue to get where you needed to go. But now, San was well practiced in his mastery of your body, and he knew exactly where to go--and when to stop.

“Sa-san,” You moaned lowly as his tongue left your clit and moved downwards to lap at your folds. You could feel his tongue curling as he gathered your slick into his mouth. "Such a dirty boy," You whispered.

San shuddered at your slight degradation and then pushed his warm tongue into your hole. He moved it in and out at a snail’s pace and it had you dying for more. Of course, that was when Hongjoong decided to walk directly into your office.

You barely had time to sit up a bit straighter and scoot your chair in so that San, and your near-naked lower half, were hidden from the Chairman of the Board. “Ho-hongjoong, for what do I owe this pleasure?”

“The board is pissed off at you,” Hongjoong informed you as he closed the door to your office behind him.

“Let me guess,” You intoned as your nails dug into the Italian leather of your seat, “The board is disappointed in my recent acquisition of Jung Corporation.” Pussy getting eaten and you still had your sharp business mind on.

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes as he unbuttoned his blazer to sit down. “If you knew they would react that way, why buy it?”

San pulled your body closer to the edge of the seat and his tongue firmly lapped at your wet folds. You swallowed down a whine and attempted to answer Hongjoong’s question. “I’ll have you remember that this company exists because of my foresight in business. I was fully capable back then and am still now, whether the board’s been here or not.”

Hongjoong’s mouth became a thin line, appearing unimpressed still. “Regardless, your responsibilities to the board--”

San began to swirl his tongue around your clit and you had to yell to hide the moan, interrupting Hongjoong in the process. “Fuck the board!” You shouted.

Hongjoong’s shoulders straightened at the insult. “May I remind you as well that we have almost half of the vote--”

You barked out a laugh as your hips tilted towards San’s sinful tongue. “Exactly. You do not have over half, therefore your opinion doesn’t change anything. I didn’t buy it because Jung has an extremely hot son--” You grunted as San thrusted his tongue into your hole. The way his nails dug into your thighs a little too harshly, the message was received: San did not want you talking about how hot another man was while he was eating you out.

Hongjoong took this pause in your speech to continue his scolding. “Your lack of respect for the board has a lot of the members grumbling, Madame CEO. I thought I’d inform you,” he said coldly.

You nodded, clearing your throat. “Noted, Chairman Kim.”

Hongjoong let out a large sigh as he stood up, buttoning his blazer back up again. “Also, next time, at least be smart enough to post a replacement for San if you’re going to send him to run personal errands for you. Having that front desk in front of your office empty isn’t sending a good message.”

“I’ll speak to Sa-saaaan about it when he g-gets back,” You stuttered. San and his skillful tongue were quickly bringing you to climax. You needed to get Hongjoong out of your office before you came undone in front of two men instead of one.

The only problem is San was a loud fucking eater and it was almost as if your personal assistant wanted you two to be caught. Because the silence was poignant once some very wet noises were floating in the air.

Hoongjoong tilted his head, lost in thought. “Actually, it’s very rare for you to send San to do anything. You always have him within arm’s distance.” Hongjoong’s calculating eyes swept over your tense stance, quick breathing and recalled you stuttering only seconds ago.

“What are you doing right now?”

“Multitasking.”

Hongjoong rubbed his face, sighing dramatically again. He unbuttoned his blazer, but this time to take it off and fold it over his chair. “If I fuck you, will you actually listen to me?”

San made a loud noise of protest and banged his head from under the desk. You were, in a few words, utterly fucked.

“Hongjoong!” You exclaimed, almost wrestling with San to keep him in his place.

It was a lost cause, however. San extracted himself from you and pushed your chair back so he could leave being under your desk. You pulled your skirt down aggressively, with no idea how to deny the inevitable as San stood up, brushing the dirt from his slacks.

“Ah, San, there you are,” Hongjoong said sarcastically, “So that was the personal errand your boss had tasked you with.”

“Hongjoong,” You tried to say his name without a tone of begging but it was nigh impossible.

Hongjoong grinned, part delight and part mischief. “Oh, don't mind me, Madame CEO. I did just proposition you while your personal assistant gave you head. We share the same birthday, do we not? I assume this is your celebration? Starting off early, I see.”

San drew himself to his full height and breadth, which was certainly something to be intimidated by. “Yes, as you can see, she’s preoccupied. So you will not be fucking her.” San was using his personal assistant tone to dismiss Hongjoong, which in theory might have worked, if Hongjoong didn’t already have the upper hand.

“Ah, ah, ah, San,” Hongjoong clucked his tongue mockingly, “You see, I’ve just caught you fucking your boss. If you don’t want me to go straight to the board, and get you both in trouble, I think you should at least listen to me.”

San sent a panicked look your way. He never would want to jeopardize your standing with the board--or worse, be the reason you lost your company. But he also didn’t want anyone else fucking you.

You placed a hand on San’s chest and he seemed to melt into your touch. “We’re listening, Hongjoong.”

"I can go back to the board and appease them. But you do have to clear all future acquisitions through us. Even if you know we will say yes, it still needs to be done," Hongjoong said with his dark eyes gleaming.

"And why would you do that?" You stated in disbelief.

"Because you've let me fuck you, of course. Because if we fuck, do we not have the same leverage? I'm contaminated now. If I tattle, I take myself down with you. Doesn't that sound ideal?"

"But you already--" Then your mind snapped the puzzle pieces in place. "--you want it that badly?" Oh, Hongjoong definitely had a hard-on right now, after learning what San had been doing for you.

"I have wanted you under me, moaning my name again since the minute I became Chairman," Hongjoong admitted, showing his teeth in both a grin and a threat.

You looked up at San and he was frowning, eyebrows turned inward, at Hongjoong. "San," You called his attention back to you. San acknowledged you by slipping a hand at the small of your back. "It's okay. Hongjoong will keep his word."

"How do you know?" San wondered.

You cleared your throat. "Because, we used to be in school together; we used to fuck."

The heat in San’s gaze went up a notch towards the Chairman. “Oh, really?” he said tonelessly, which really spoke of his jealousy.

Hongjoong was moving around the desk now, sure in his place within this fiasco of a morning. “Let me in on the birthday celebrations. I have an idea or two.”

You had a hand on Hongjoong’s chest now, keeping both the males separated. “Hongjoong,” You growled his name in warning.

It only made him grin like a mad scientist. “As I recall, you enjoy a little man on man action.”

San looked down his nose at Hongjoong. “What makes you think I want to have anything to do with you?”

Hongjoong reached across the space and unbuttoned his top button. “You don’t think I vetted my Ceo’s personal assistant? I know everything about you, Choi San.”

“You know nothing,” San spat.

“No?” Hongjoong said in a tone that you knew meant he knew better.

“Joong, wait,” You interrupted, “Don’t make this harder than it already is.” You cupped San’s strong chin. “Sannie,” You cooed, “Be a good boy for me, okay?”

San pursed his lips to the side. His need to please you was strong but he clearly saw Hongjoong as his threat. “I just want you to have a good birthday, Ma’am.”

Hongjoong started to roll up his sleeves next. “As do I.”

You met your eyes with Hongjoong. You had that old familiarity where you could practically see what Hongjoong was thinking of. “San, don’t want your mouth anymore,” You informed him.

The corner of San’s mouth began to tremble. “What?”

“Want your cock instead, darling,” You suggested.

San’s metaphorical ears practically perked up. “But I thought Hongjoong was going to fuck you?”

“He will,” You replied impishly, “But he’ll get your sloppy seconds.”

Hongjoong scoffed, rolled his eyes and then stared at you when he realized you weren’t joking. “Excuse you?”

“This is the only way this works, Hongjoong,” You said. You began to undo your own blouse, revealing the pretty lacy set you were wearing today.

Hongjoong was momentarily distracted by the reveal of your decollage and then he shook his head. “And your penchant for pretty men kissing each other?”

You chuckled darkly. “Why, San will be fluffing you up while I fuck him.”

San whined, “Don’t wanna be his little bitch!”

You turned fully to San and wound your arms around San’s neck. “Think about it this way, darling. Hongjoong will be at your mercy. His noises are so very nice, I promise.” You pushed your body up against his hard one to lick and suck a very nice hickey on his neck that could be conveniently hidden with his turtleneck.

San’s hands automatically moved to your ass, kneading and squishing the flesh there, pressing his hard-on into your stomach. “Mistress,” San groaned and you knew you had him back in his head space. Perfect.

Your office door was locked and then the fun began. Lying behind your desk, for more obscurity, you watched as Hongjoong and San kissed each other. There was a bit of a power struggle with their tongues and it only turned you on more. You nudged San’s hip with your pointed toe and San adjusted until his pelvis was tipped upwards. You unbuttoned his slacks and pulled them down.

“My my,” Hongjoong commented. Whether it was in regards to San’s girth or to the fact that San had gone commando, well, that was to be determined.

With San’s spit and your wetness, it was still a struggle to sink yourself down on San’s thick cock. San whimpered as your tight wetness encompassed him. He needed a distraction or he was going to come prematurely. “Get Hongjoong ready for me, Sannie,” You commanded softly, “His nipples are extremely sensitive.”

So while you were rolling your hips, taking your pleasure from San’s cock stuffed deep inside of you, San was licking Hongjoong’s nipple, eyes closed so he could focus. San was also rubbing Hongjoong’s cock from outside of the older’s pants. Hongjoong was having a hell of a time himself, pretty lips parted to puff out whimpers as he was teased and tempted. Hongjoong’s eyes were glued to the way your pussy seemed to cling to San’s girth as you moved upwards on his dick.

“It’s my birthday too,” Hongjoong slurred, in his own head space at the moment.

You reached down to cup Hongjoong’s balls, making him groan at the touch. They were very high up, tight to his body, so you knew he was ready to cum as well. “Is Sannie gonna make you come in your pants, Joongie?”

Hongjoong swallowed loudly. “N-no. I can hold on for you.”

“You better,” You said in a clipped tone, “I wanted you both dripping out of me.”

San groaned at the visual. “C-close, Mistress, so close.”

“Oh, the both of you are incorrigible,” You scolded them with not one bit of heat behind your words.

Still, it was time for your joint birthday present. So you began to bounce enthusiastically on San’s cock. The man under you whimpered at your quickened pace. His hands left Hongjoong’s body to dig into your hips.

“Ah--ah--ah!” You shook your head. “Hongjoong, take his hands and show them where they should go.”

Hongjoong grabbed both of San’s wrists, guiding one hand back to Hongjoong’s raging hard on and the other to San’s mouth, where you and Hongjoong watched with awe as San sucked on his own fingers without a word of command from either of you.

You came to Hongjoong cursing under his breath, holding on to his ability to not come before you. You threw your head back and let your delayed orgasm hit you with full force. It was stronger because of San’s work earlier. You saw fireworks behind your eyelids and you let out a muffled cry as the pleasure licked up your nerves. Your convulsing pussy walls around San were enough to tip him over the edge as well. His pelvis continued to work into you, as your pussy milked him for all he was worth. San’s body collapsed back to the ground, almost boneless after his orgasm.

But your work wasn’t done. You lifted your body upwards and San’s softening cock slipped from you. It wasn’t long before you had Hongjoong’s pants undone, barely pulled down to reveal his own cock, before you impatiently pushed San’s cum back into you with Hongjoong’s dick.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Hongjoong groaned.

“Like that feeling of your cock being wet with some other man’s cum, huh, Joongie?” You degraded him.

San watched with dazed eyes as you began to bounce on Hongjoong’s cock. “His cock doesn’t stretch you like mine does,” He noted petulantly.

“No,” Hongjoong said, bottom lip being held with his teeth, “But it sure can--” Hongjoong flexed his pelvis and he managed to hit that spongy part inside of you, causing you to cry out, “--fuck her well.”

You placed a hand on Hongjoong’s stomach, bracing yourself. “Wa-wait, Joong, I’m still recover--”

Hongjoong was having none of it. He was impatient and had been played with long enough. He began to jackhammer himself into you, holding your body down with his fingers on your hips. He turned his face to almost gloat to San; that he could do what the other was not allowed to do.

“Who--cares--about--sloppy--seconds?” Hongjoong said with gritted teeth, “When you can be the finale?”

Hongjoong still had the ability, it seemed, to push you through to your next orgasm. Hongjoong released into you with a barely contained grunt, panting as he stroked himself inside of you. You had to desperately bite down on your fist in order to keep the scream that was bubbling inside of your throat. That second orgasm was near-painful, so quickly after the one you took from San. Still, it pulled so much energy from you that you collapsed against Hongjoong’s chest.

Hongjoong ran soothing fingertips along the small of your back. “There’s a good birthday girl.”

“Need to see it,” San said, out of your peripherals.

You heard some shifting and suddenly San was pulling you off Hongjoong’s dick and settled you on the ground. You were moaning softly as the two males in your office watched as both of their cum dripped from your cunt.

“Happy birthday to us,” Hongjoong celebrated softly.

San licked his lips and began to crawl back to your cunt. “Time to finish what I started early.”

Happy birthday to you indeed.

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