Pairing: ceo!Jongin x journalist!Reader
Genre: CEO AU
Rating: M
Summary: You confront him and find you might have bitten off more than you can chew.
Word Count: 1.6k 😭 he said fuck a drabble
Warnings: language, invasion of personal space with no clear consent as well as a kiss, ends on a cliffhanger because I'm putting the smut in its own post, they low-key admit to stalking each other, it's a messy situation but I promised i'd share so here we are.
⟨⟨ Series ML || Group ML || Next ⟩⟩
If it hadn’t been for the flash of headlights when he unlocked his car, you wouldn’t have spotted him. Your source swore on his mother’s grave the rumor was true, that he’d seen it himself, and now you owed him five hundred bucks. All in the name of journalism.
One of the more infamous Kims, Jongin was a master of deception. He avoided the paparazzi with ease and turned down all attempts to interview him. But not tonight, not this time. You double checked your recorder was ready and left your hiding spot in the shadows.
“Mr. Kim!” You jogged over, careful not to touch his shiny Maserati lest he accuse you of vandalism on top of harassment. “Fancy seeing you out this late. Got a minute?”
He looked around bewildered until his gaze landed on you and his eyes narrowed as he kept eye contact. “Whatever it is the answer’s ‘no’, ‘no comment’, or ‘fuck off.’”
“Tell me something I don’t know,” you muttered as you scrambled to put yourself between him and the driver’s door. “Like what you’re doing here at Oh Sehun’s penthouse at,” you checked your watch, “two in the morning. Wow. Kinda late for any business meetings, isn’t it?” You looked up at him with a smirk. “But then again, aren’t you two ‘sworn rivals’ who refuse to work together?”
“Get out of my way before I call the police.” His voice was monotone, utterly bored even though the show had barely started. “I’ll make sure to have my attorney contact your boss about personal space and stalking.”
“Look, I’ll cut the shit if you do to the same.” You shifted your weight to your other leg as you pulled out a stack of polaroids your source had given you. “It looks like some secret love affair between rivals, but I know better. I’ve seen the numbers after these little visits. Tell me you two aren’t secretly working together to maximize your company’s profits.”
He blinked a few times. “What?”
“Stock manipulation is fraud, Kim. This is so close to insider trading I can smell the SEC crawling out of their sewer hole.” You palmed the recorder hidden in your pocket, reassuring yourself you could do it. You could go in for the kill. “All I have to do is turn in my findings and they’ll jump at the chance to bring you both down. Imagine what it’ll do to your company, your reputation.”
He was quiet as he processed your words, eyes still focused on you. You could almost see the gears in his head turning. When he spoke, his voice was low, just above a whisper that you weren’t sure would pick up on your recorder. “Are you sure you want to go that route?”
The threat left you uneasy, but it wasn’t unexpected. You knew this could happen given who he was and the money he had at his disposal. “Are you? I admit, I’m just one person. If I disappear there’s not many who’d miss me. But once the accusation’s out there, no one will ever let you forget it, especially with the evidence I’ve gathered.”
He blinked a few times as his head slowly tilted to the side. It was possible he’d get violent. You weren’t even sure he was unarmed. You’d had the sense to send a backup of your files to your coworker, Minhee, along with a scheduled email to your supervisor, but you hadn’t processed that meant you wouldn’t see either of them again. A slow smirk curved his lips and he took a step forward into your personal space.
“You’re so brave, you know that?” He put a hand on top of his car over your shoulder and leaned in. “And so smart. Anyone else would keep their distance and make wild assumptions, but not you. Oh, no. You were a good girl and had to be thorough.” One of his cold fingertips traced your cheek. “I have to admit, I admire that level of dedication.”
The switch in his demeanor was sudden. It felt like your head was actually spinning. “I’m sorry?”
“You don’t get to where I am without knowing everyone, _____. And I’ve known about you for a while now.” He reached into your pocket, closed his hand around yours, and pressed stop on the recorder. “I’ve heard all about your exceptional detective work, about your award winning articles, and your addiction to danger.” He bit his bottom lip. “Can I let you in on a little secret?”
Mindfuck couldn’t even begin to cover your mental state at the moment. All you could do was nod dumbly.
He leaned against you, slotting his thigh between yours, and said, “This is the most trouble I’ve ever gone through to get closer to someone.” His fingers lightly traced over your coat before settling on your waist. “Will you make it worth my time?”
You blinked away the stupor and leaned back to look up, bringing your faces mere inches away from each other. “I’m not stupid enough to fall for your schemes. I know what I saw and what I’ve found.”
He nodded. “And I know people who can hack networks and databases and manipulate the information you find. I know your most trusted source would say anything for the right amount of money. For fuck’s sake, I’m the king of the fashion industry. If anyone knows how to set the stage, it’s me.” His hands moved up to your waist and gently pulled you back to him. “Everything you think you know is all a part of my show.”
For the first time since you’d stepped out that night, you felt the cold. The chill seeped through your gloves and boots and into your skin, right down to the bone. “B-bullshit. You’re full of—”
“I could be, sure. You’re more than welcome to file a report. Go public and tell the world how I’m a wolf in sheep’s skin. My PR team and lawyers will have it all swept away by the time you go to sleep.” He shrugged. “Whatever makes you feel better. I won’t hold it against you. As long as you’ll reward me for working so hard.”
You put a hand on his chest with barely enough push behind it to keep him from getting closer. “Reward you? How would I—”
“Come home with me, pretty girl.” His voice dropped to a murmur as his thigh moved higher. “Just give me one night. Need to see you spread out on my bed, tangled in my sheets. Gotta know how you taste, what sounds you make.”
You grabbed his arms and squeezed. “You want me to believe you risked your reputation just to get me in bed? That’s outrageous!”
The lust in his eyes gave way to a confused frown. “I take it flattery doesn’t do it for you?”
“Not when it’s obvious bullshit. I’ll take my chances.” You pushed a little harder and he took a step back, putting his hands into the pockets of his slacks to adjust them. Popping a boner to sell his story was a bit much, but maybe he was really committed to the lie. You’d heard of stories of millionaires getting into kinky, stupid shit because they were bored and could wipe their ass with money. If this wasn’t some clever way to cover his ass and keep the SEC out of his business, it was entirely possible he’d really orchestrated everything. But for you? Nah.
Unless…
“Can you prove it?” It took a lot of willpower to look him in the eyes and not shy away. “Can you prove everything you’ve done? To trick me, I mean. Prove to me you’re not committing fraud.”
That smile returned. “Of course. I accounted for your skepticism, and since I was already leaving a trail for you to follow, made a backup on a flash drive. Of course, that’s at my place.” His eyes trailed down your body and back up. “It’s just a short ride from here.”
“You want me to follow you to your place?” You poked a thumb in the direction of your car.
He shook his head. “It’d be much easier if you just rode with me.” He gestured to his car. “Just hop in and we’ll be on our way.”
You threw up your hands. “If you’re gonna kill me, just do it here and be done with it! Or let me go home so you can pay someone else to do it.”
“I already told you. How many other ways do I need to spell it out for you?” He took a step forward. “I’ve had my eyes on you.” Another step. “And l want you bad enough to go through all this trouble,” he caged you up against his car, “just to get you right here, just like this. I wanna kiss you so bad, pretty girl. Bet you taste better than I imagine. The innocent ones always do.”
He leaned in and you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t ignore the growing spark of desire he’d ignited. His lips were cold, but the way he moaned upon contact with yours was enough to forget the sensation. His hands cradled your head, keeping you in place as he ghosted his lips over your mouth. A quick swipe of his tongue left a chill over your bottom lip before he pulled away.
“Don’t make me get on my knees and beg, baby. Get in the car.”
➳ published: 29.06.20
➳ gif credit: @baekphia
➳ ceo!au || escort!au || genre: smut || rated: m
➳ pairing: exo x reader
➳ summary: You’d do absolutely anything for the right price - even be a call girl for nine of Seoul’s most eligible bachelors.
➳ word count: 3.8k
➳ warnings: roleplay, marking kink, dirty talk, use of toys, mild bondage, slight dom/sub themes, oral (male & fem. receiving)
Any feedback is welcome <3
Mini Masterlist || Prologue || Junmyeon
Heated kisses sear against sensitive skin, fingers trace every dip and curve like a blind man reading Braille, trying to read the map that is your body. You stretch, a yawn announcing that you are waking up and the kisses turn to gentle nips that work their way up your thighs as the heavy weight between your legs begins to make its presence known clearly. A lazy smile spreads across your lips, your hands, released from their restraints, reach down to the soft, chestnut brown hair that is busy admiring the work he left upon your skin last night. “Did I wake you?” He mutters, kissing a purple mark that he made last night.
You pout, stretching slightly as he rests between your legs and looks up at you. How can a man who did such devilish things to you last night look so sweet and innocent so early in the morning? “It was meant to be my reward and you took that away from me.” Jongin chuckles as he draws a line along your inner thigh and watches how you shiver at his touch.
Your lower half is uncovered, apart from where Jongin lays but the sheets are tangled around him, covering his waist with one knee peeking out from the mess of satin. Your clothes cover the apartment, from the front door through to the bedroom, clothing thrown carelessly as you stripped each other in a hurry to make it to the bed. The smashed vase in the hallway is evidence that Jongin couldn’t wait until the bedroom to have you against the wall and you pray that it wasn’t too expensive – though, it’ll be an expensive reminder of what he’s capable of.
You look down at him from your comfortable position in the large bed and chuckle at the mess you’ve made of his neck and back - like the mess he’s made of your own body. His back is covered in scratches, shoulders a little red from when you sunk your teeth into them to silence the screams that he soon encouraged because he wanted the neighbours to hear. His abdomen is littered with purple blossoms that trail below the belt but Jongin has given as much as he received; your neck, chest and thighs all bear his mark, all show his possessive nature despite knowing that you do not belong to him.
Not that he cares, he enjoys pretending that for today, you are his and he is yours.
“I’d say you were very much rewarded when I came in your mouth halfway home.” He smirks before lifting himself off you and rolling onto his back.
You playfully slap his arm and pout when he looks over at you. “That truly isn’t fair though, that was you who got to have the fun when I was the one who behaved herself all day.”
“I’m the one who had a raging hard-on that was literally painful to have.” He puffs out his cheeks and you giggle at how someone so sexy can be so cute. “Shall we place a bet?” You roll onto your side, placing a leg over his thigh and moving closer towards the body that seems to be like a human sun with how hot he is.
“I bet you’re a betting man.”
Jongin lets out a loud laugh and nods. “I am. I have a fun little toy, a vibrating egg, and if you can make us both a coffee without cumming or begging to cum then you can do whatever you want to me.”
You can’t help but laugh, the nerve of this man to think that he holds all the cards in his hand when you have a few aces up your sleeve. “Oh, Jongin.” Your tone is patronising and he looks at you with a quirk of a brow. “Don’t you think you’ve made enough requests? A blowjob while you’re speeding through the city, the roleplay of two lovers – which we are still playing the part of, I might add – and now, you think you can hold all this power in your hands while I go and make coffee like a good little girlfriend?” He nods slowly, the direction of where you are going with this not quite registering in his head. “How about I make a counter proposal? CEO’s love to make those, don’t they?”
You sit up, tracing a hand up and down his body and watching as goosebumps spread across the golden expanse of his abdomen. “I’m listening.” Jongin speaks slowly, looking at you with excitement and curiosity swimming in those gorgeous brown eyes of his.
“How about,” you kiss above his navel, “I tie you to the bed,” a flicker of the tongue against a sensitive nipple, “and have a vibrator against that pretty cock of yours.” You nip at his collarbone and he shivers with delight because the way you talk dirty does something to him, something he enjoys more than he’ll say. “If you manage to last while I play with the settings, then you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Whatever I want?” His voice is deep, raspy with need and you hum, nodding as you hover your lips over his. “That sounds like a challenge. You’re not going to make it easy.”
You wink. “Of course not, baby. I can’t have you thinking that this will be an easy win but I’m sure you’ve had many challenges and won them all, hmm?”
Jongin takes a moment, contemplating whether he should let you have your fun or if he should play dirty. He’s known for that, especially when it comes to women. His reputation speaks for itself and you’ve heard about the homme fatale CEO who has ruined more marriages than anyone you’ve ever known; Jongin takes what he wants, he doesn’t care who they belong to because when he’s finished with them – they only want him. He was once a professional dancer before building his company from the ground up and you know that his hips don’t lie but you also know – he’s not winning this by whispering a few sweet, seductive words in your ear to get what he wants.
“Uh uh,” you smile knowingly when he opens his mouth to speak. “You took my prize from me last night and you owe me this much.”
He rolls his eyes, wrapping you up in his arms and putting you on your back as he rolls on top of you. “What if I just take what I want?”
“Then, you’d be forfeiting and there’s no fun in that.”
“There’s no fun when my girlfriend isn’t letting me have my way.”
You kiss his chin and look up through your lashes. “Good thing that I’m nothing more than the escort you’ve asked to play the role then, isn’t it?” He huffs, rolling off you and you make your exit quickly, taking his silence as him agreeing to the bet. “Now, where is everything?”
It didn’t take you long to have everything you wanted: red, silk ribbons, a hands-free fleshlight and a vibrating cock ring with a remote control. You straddle Jongin’s waist and he runs his large hands over your thighs and rests them on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin while you place your palms on his chest and have a moment to appreciate the man underneath you.
His beautiful golden skin is littered with your marks, something that claims him as yours for a short period of time. His body is well toned and proportioned, a dancer’s physique with a waist that makes any woman envious. Everything about him, as you admire the way he looks, from his heated gaze down to the Adonis belt and trimmed pubic hair, screams desirable. Any one of the men you’ve been with, all nine of them, have been in their own looks and ways, desirable; but there is something about Jongin, about the way his eyes capture you in a trance, that makes you almost give everything up for him.
It’s dangerous, a man holding that much power without needing to utter a single word but you know that Jongin wields that power with pride.
“Well,” he breaks the spell, pulling you out of your daydream and back to the task at hand, “shall we begin or are you willing to give me what I want?”
“Maybe if you’re a good boy.” You tease, tapping him gently on the nose with your index finger and causing him to try to bite it.
You grab the ribbons and he allows you to tie his wrists to the headboard, eyes on you the entire time while you focus on making sure that the restraints aren’t damaging his skin, cutting off circulation or going to loosen from his struggles. “If you lean forward a little closer, I could almost suck on those delicious tits while you play the role of the dominating girlfriend.” He teases and you click your tongue. He leans forward, lips latching onto your nipple and you jolt from the slight tug of his teeth when he relaxes and you pull away. “I didn’t pay enough attention to those last night.”
“No.” You settle back onto his lap and trace your hands down his body, moving lower so that you’re on his knees and a hand able to wrap around his erect member. “You were too busy with your head between my legs and having me feel like I’m going to transcend to another plane with how good you are with your tongue.”
Licking his lips, Jongin indicates with his chin for you to come closer. “Maybe instead of going along with this bet, you could just sit on my face and I can see if I can get you to transcend.”
“That sounds like a forfeit, baby, don’t think you can handle what’s about to come?”
“I’m only wanting to play the giving boyfriend role properly.” He gasps when you begin to stroke him. You watch, satisfaction and pride swelling in your chest as Jongin’s pretty pink lips fall open and his eyes flutter for a moment at the feeling of your hand pumping him at a leisurely pace. “If you really want to play this game though,” he sucks air through his teeth, taking a moment to compose himself before looking at you, “I should assure you that I don’t like losing.”
You smile, leaning down and giving him a little kitten lick before reaching for the cock ring; Jongin’s hips lift, hoping for more attention but you are wanting to tease, drag this out for as long as possible before causing him to become putty in your hands. “I can assure you that I don’t plan on losing either, baby.” You chuckle when it seems to effectively shut him up the moment you turn the ring on, the lowest setting at first, and spit on his cock to add some lubrication. “Do you have lube?” You bat your eyelashes, a demure look on your face like you aren’t making his heart race, and Jongin throws his head back in frustration because he attempted to point - but his hands are restrained.
“In the drawer, next to the condoms.” You let him go, climbing off him and he lets out a low whine at the loss of contact.
Jongin’s self-restraint is hanging on by a thread because he wants to enjoy as much of his time with you as he can and he’s not going to achieve that by being tied to the bed. He manages to hold out though, the bet being a push in the right direction because he’s determined to win and turn the tables on you.
The thought of you tied to the bed, whimpering under his touch and begging for him to let you cum is a compelling thought.
The coolness of the gel makes him hiss slightly and you coo softly, making up for the slight uncomfortable chill by spreading it over his red, hard cock and bending down to lick the underside of the shaft. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to forgo the bet, have him at your mercy and play with him in ways that would ruin him for any other woman - though, you know if you were to do that, it would mean you lose and there’s a glint in Jongin’s eyes, one hidden under his desire, that tells you he would have you screaming for him to give you what you want.
“You know the rules.” You let him go and reach for the fleshlight, sliding it onto his cock before turning it on. “You cum before I get back with coffee, you lose.” You turn the ring onto the third setting, watching with delight as his cock twitches from the added stimulation and his toes curl.
“If I don’t, you know I’m going to pay you back for all of this with interest, right?” He grits out, rolling his hips in time with the fleshlight. “I’m going to make sure I’m all you’ll be able to think about for days after this.”
You giggle, sitting next to him on the bed now because you don’t want to disrupt the flow of suction the fleshlight has on him. You trace your lips along his abdomen, mouth against his neck, which he strains to give you access to, before placing your lips next to his ear. “I bet you say that to all the girls, honey.” Jongin growls out in frustration and you stand up, exaggerating the sway of your hips as you walk naked out of the room with the control in your hand.
You take your time, searching through the cupboards and boiling the jug. The remote sits on the counter next to two mugs and you hum to yourself as you look around his spacious apartment. You press the + button twice and hear a distant “fuck” coming from the direction of his bedroom; you don’t hear much else after that though, the sound of water boiling overpowering everything and as the jug grows louder, you increase the speed.
The moment the jug stops, the button clicking off, you quickly lower the speed down to 1 and chuckle at the image of Jongin in your head. His stomach tensed as he was so close to his release, teeth biting into the soft, swollen flesh of his bottom lip as he refused to make a sound and hands tightly holding onto the ribbon as he tried to free himself from the restraints. The moment the vibrations lessened, you imagine a lovely little whine being released, muscles relaxing as he slumps further into the mattress and you smile to yourself as you pour the water into the mugs.
Dating life would be so hard for either of you, the constant disappointment in bed would lead to infidelity and with Jongin’s reputation and your job, it just seems so much easier to deal with casual lovers rather than a committed relationship.
Deeming enough time having passed by, you increase the intensity of the vibrations as you lean against the bench and lazily stir the coffee, continuing to hum a happy tune to yourself. You shake your ass from side to side and begin to play with the vibration settings and speed; you know that it’ll be absolutely torturous for him but you are determined to win the prize that he so rudely took from you last night. You decide to make sure that your victory is secured by turning the vibration right up before grabbing the two mugs and remote, and making your way back to the bedroom.
The scene you walk into is sinfully delicious. The sounds he releases as his head is thrown back, mouth open and moaning loudly as he erratically thrusts into the air and inches closer towards his climax. His sun-kissed skin glistens with sweat and sunlight and you watch as his toes curl with the approaching orgasm and his biceps bulge from the tension of him trying to free himself with no success. The vibrations are faintly heard under the sounds of his sweet, sweet moans and you sip your coffee, watching as his toes curl, eyes clench shut and hips shaking in the air as he cums into the fleshlight and soon begins whining and twisting on the bed as the overstimulation set in.
“Stop,” he whines, “fuck, please.”
You almost clench your thighs together because the sound of his deep, sultry voice whining and begging as he begins to be pushed towards another orgasm. “God,” you shiver with delight, placing the coffees on the bedside table and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Maybe I’ll keep this as my prize.” You watch as his breathing grows heavy again, the intense vibrations mixed with the wonderful workings of the hands-free fleshlight bringing him closer and closer until he groans and throws his head back, shaking as his cum fills the silicon toy. “How does it feel?” You whisper as you trace a finger from one hip to the other and watch him react so sweetly to your touch that you wonder how far you could push him.
“It’s too much.” He whimpers, the stimulation beginning to border the pain side as his cock refuses to soften even though he’s already come twice. “Fuck, please, give me a break.” You take pity, turning off the ring and fleshlight before slowly pulling the toy off his cock. It’s weeping, hard and ready, even though he’s adamant he can’t take anymore.
“How would it feel to have my lips around your cock?” You give the head a kitten lick and he gasps, the shuddering release of his breath indicating that he may be more into this than he’s letting on. “How would it feel to have my pussy milking that cock? Watching you like this has made me so fucking wet.”
Jongin licks his lips, lifting his head slightly to look you in the eyes. “Give me a taste.” You raise an eyebrow, the power you currently have over him intoxicating you in a way that nothing else could. “Please, can I have a taste?”
You hum in satisfaction with his words, climbing onto the bed and straddling his head as you hover your dripping cunt over his hungry mouth. Lowering yourself down, Jongin licks you with the flat of his tongue and you sigh with delight. “I think I’ll take my victory like this.” You say as you reach forward and release his wrists from the silky restraints. “Riding your face until I scream.” Jongin wraps his arms around your thighs and gets to work, humming as he tastes how sweet you are and you just prepare yourself for the fun that’s about to ensue.
If he thinks that this is all you’re going to get from this – he’s sorely mistaken. You have zkdlin’s CEO at your mercy until the end of the day – you’re going to lap this victory up.
The evening air begins to cool the room but Jongin’s warmth keeps you from wrapping up in the sheets. His face is buried into your shoulder blades, his sticky, naked body pressed up against you as he sleeps soundly after the last few hours finally caught up with you both. You had taken that man for a spin that would remain a wonderful reminder of this adventure and conquest you were on. Sure, you may not have gotten anything fancy and spent the entire time in bed but you got the bragging rights of being the woman who got the Kim Jongin to submit and that’s a reward in itself.
Your phone dings and you wonder who it is, you have no more obligations to the men unless they want to set something else up but the message you get is surprising to you. It’s from Kim Junmyeon, asking you if you had thought about his offer. You ponder over the answer, not entirely sure what to do. On one hand, this can’t be your life forever, you have to eventually leave the job and even though you have the money, you refuse to rely on it; on the other hand, you very much like this job, if you did it for at least another four or five years, you’d easily be able to retire without a care in the world.
You click your tongue repeatedly in a thoughtful manner, thumbs hovering over the keyboard as you think about your reply. Jongin pulls you closer, kissing your shoulder before looking over at the phone in your hand. “Is he really serious about the job?” Jongin scoffs, rolling onto his back and you turn to look at him, abandoning the device for the moment.
“What, you don’t think I can do it?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know the first thing about you other than whatever you’ve told me and how you sound when you cum.” You roll your eyes when Jongin’s lips pull into a shit eating grin. “It just seems like such a downgrade to go from this,” he waves a hand over himself, “to working at a school.”
You raise an eyebrow, a little annoyed that this man would have the audacity to have an opinion about what you should do with your life. “You have a better offer?”
“I normally do,” he laughs before looking at the annoyance clear in your eyes and letting it die down to a forced cough. “Come work for me. Come be my secretary.” You let out a laugh, knowing exactly what thoughts are crossing his mind. “Or, if you really want to work at the school, you could work in the dance department. I assume you work well with numbers; you know how to handle different people and your organisation skills would be something to rival.”
You nestle into Jongin’s embrace and chew the inside of your lip. There is so much to think about, so much to work out and a list of pros and cons to make but one thing is for sure – you aren’t making the decision tonight.
You pick up the phone and send Junmyeon an emoji blowing a kiss, telling him that you’ll think it over and let him know tomorrow evening. “He’s expecting an answer and you’re telling him to wait, bold move.” You grin, tossing your phone to the side and straddling Jongin’s waist, leaning down to kiss him.
“We have a few more hours of this fantasy of yours, shouldn’t let it go to waste.” He nods, pulling you in for a heated kiss as you begin to grind on him. The night isn’t over yet and if you’re going to change everything about your life – you’re going to make every second of this night count.
But what would tomorrow bring, what answer would you give? Remain living your life as a highly paid escort or work for an ex-client of yours and make a good, honest living? Whatever you choose, that’s tomorrow’s problem.
Profile:
➳ Kim Jongin || CEO of zkdlin || 14 January 1994 || Capricorn
➳ naked
➳ easy to tease, a natural flirt
➳ switch nature, enjoys bondage and marking
➳ Night: spent the previous night with him as a reward from Junmyeon. Spent the day in bed, roleplaying as two lovers
➳ Trophies: having him submit, offer to work in the dance department being built at the Kim Performing Arts School
@sammsdreaming OC trying to stay awake until Muse comes home but falls asleep + CEO!Jongin
CEO!Jongin x Reader || muse drabbles #19: OC trying to stay awake until Muse come home but falls asleep
Your eyes grow heavy as you settle deeper into the couch, the pillow under your head smelling like Jongin and the shirt you wear smells like his favourite fabric softener. He said he was going to be home tonight but he didn’t specify when; he’s been away for a few days now and you’ve missed him so when you thought he was going to be home at a reasonable hour - you stayed awake.
Or well, you try to stay awake.
The show you’ve been watching starts another episode and you yawn, pulling the blanket under your chin as you try to focus on what’s happening. Soon, you fall asleep, no clue as to what you just watched, only that it was past midnight.
The door opens and Jongin wearily walks inside the apartment, hoping that he doesn’t knock anything over or trip over your shoes that he’s asked you time and time again to pick up. He can see the light from the television and a pang of guilt runs through him. Did you stay awake again? He needs to work out a better schedule when he travels so that you are waking up to him in your arms not losing sleep over his absence.
“Jagi?” He calls softly, just in case you are asleep. He tiptoes through the apartment and looks over the back of the couch, chuckling when he sees you curled up on the couch. You’re wearing one of his shirts and hugging his pillow.
God, he loves you.
He takes his time, lifting you up and slowly walking with you down the hallway, careful not to bump your head. “You’re home.” You mumble, half-asleep and Jongin smiles as he looks at you. “You took forever.”
“I’m sorry, Princess. There was a delay in Singapore, we were held back for two hours longer than expected.” You nod, only half comprehending his words. “I’m home now,” he lays your down on the bed, kissing your forehead. “You don’t need to worry.”
He chuckles when you murmur something that he doesn’t quite hear before getting changed and climbing into bed next to you. He hates being away from you just as much as you hate it but he has to admit - it’s nice coming home to someone waiting for him.
@kpopimagi: May I request CEO!Jongin + OC is looking for a flatmate and Muse answers the ad? 🤣 I think it can get very interesting
CEO!Jongin x Reader || muse drabbles #20: OC is looking for a flatmate and Muse answers the ad
You have been looking for someone for a while and even though some of them are potentials - there is always something about them that puts you off. Doesn’t like animals. Unreliable work hours. Has a boyfriend.
That last one is more because you don’t want to have to listen to a couple fucking in the room next door.
You sigh, looking at the time and realising that your last visit of the day should be arriving shortly. Putting on your best smile, double checking your hair, you walk towards the door when it rings - they are punctual. “Hello.” You smile, faltering slight when you see the man in front of you. “Um, excuse me, may I help you?”
The young man smiles, warm and slightly nervous. “Yes, are you Miss. Y/N? I’m here for the apartment visit?” You nod slowly, looking him over and trying to figure out where you’ve seen him before.
“Kai?” You ask, unsure about his name now that you are looking at him. He seems familiar but you can’t figure it out.
Nodding, he points inside. “May I come in?” You step out of the way, closing the door behind him before starting to give him the tour. You show him everything he would need to know about the apartment, tell him how the expenses will be split and also how rules can be finalised if he is chosen. He asks a lot of questions, mostly in regards to the privacy of the place and neighbours and you answer reluctantly, unsure what they have to do with anything.
“When will I know?” He asks, accepting the glass of water you offer. “And if accepted, how soon could I move in?”
You think for a moment. “Well, you would need to pay the first week rent and two weeks bond. We can sort out a payment plan if you needed one but if chosen you could move in as soon as possible.”
“Money isn’t an issue.” He says simply, like you aren’t working two jobs to live the life you lead. “Is there anything that could make me a better candidate than the others?”
“How are you with animals?”
“Love them. I have a little poodle myself.”
“Are you in a relationship?” He looks surprised by the question. “I’m single and I’d rather not spend my evenings listening to either couple dramas or couple lovemaking.”
Blushing, he shakes his head. “No partner at this current time.”
“What about payments? Are you going to be able to pay on time?”
He smiles, though it looks awkward. “Like I said, money isn’t an issue.”
You nod to yourself, trying to figure out a reason why you shouldn’t give him the room. “I guess, if you wanted the room, then it’s all yours.” He grins, looking younger than his suit makes him look. “May I ask, what do you do for a job? Sorry but I’ve never met someone so sure that they aren’t going to have financial troubles.”
Jongin chuckles. “My real name’s Kim Jongin.” You gasp, knowing exactly where he’s from. The CEO of Gucci and he wants to live... here? “I know what you’re thinking, why would I want such a place?” You nod, unable to speak. “To be honest, having a simple, normal apartment to live in after spending my days surrounded by everything... fancy seems like a nice balance, right?”
You shrug, genuinely having no idea what he means but hey, who in their right mind would disagree with someone who could possibly just buy the complex?
“Well, Mr Kim.” You hold out your hand for him to shake. “The room is yours, if you want it.”
He shakes it, smiling warmly once more and bowing his head. “I do want it, thank you and please, call me Jongin.”
@kimkaijong-in said: CEO!Jongin and number 24. with oc having an oral fixation kink? 💕💕
CEO!Jongin x Reader || muse drabbles #24: Finding out the OC has a ____ kink and Muse using it to their advantage (you choose the kink)
He noticed how much you would play with your tongue, rolling it around constantly like you had a candy in your mouth; he noticed how you would often chew on your pen, or even suck on it, as you would work. It didn’t take long for Jongin to put two and two together, your constant need to have something in your mouth correlating to the small intimate things you would do that caused you to blush far too deeply to be considered innocent.
“Princess,” he calls, indicating for you to come into the kitchen. “Try this.” He dips his finger into the sauce and holds it out for you to taste. You eye him suspiciously before taking his finger into your mouth and sucking on it; you try to ignore the shiver that runs down your spine when you roll your tongue around the digit and make sure you get every drop off. “Nice?” He asks softly, gauging your reaction.
“Delicious,” you lick your lips when he removes his finger.
Jongin hums, nodding to himself as he dips his finger in again. “Double check.” You welcome his finger once more and flush at the intensity of his stare, his knowledge that having his finger in your mouth is arousing you far more than it should, has you blushing deeply. “You have a distracting habit, Princess, one that has my mind running wild with.”
Jongin gently pulls his finger from your mouth, resting the wet digit on your bottom lip and he smirks when your tongue peeks out to play with it. You know that Jongin won’t let this go, that he’ll use this against you in so many ways, but you don’t think about that right now because his teasing has caused your body to react in the way he wants it to.
“Do you love playing with things in your mouth?” Jongin has you chasing his finger and you whimper because you really want something in your mouth - anything really. “I need an answer, Princess.”
“Y-Yes.” You avert your eyes, blushing slightly because that smirk on his lips can only mean he’s going to have his fun.
Taking your jaw in his large hand, Jongin runs his thumb along your lips and grins wider when you try to suck on it. “After dinner, I’m going to have a lot of fun with this.” He chuckles when you blush, “my love, don’t be shy, I wouldn’t dare ask you to relieve that fixation at work.” He turns away from you now, focusing on plating up dinner while you stare at him in confusion.
