#dilf junmyeon

[eomayas]

nip slip • kjm

pairing: exhusband!junmyeon x exwife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!

synopsis: one wrong angle on facetime leads two ex lovers back to the same bed.

warnings: pwp, dilfy suho, p in v, no foreplay, swearing

“daddy’s calling!” your daughter gasps, rushing to answer the facetime call from her father. you glance down at her and her ipad. “hi daddy!” jisoo yells, and you shush her because you’re in a dressing room.

“hi, baby! are you excited for tomorrow?” he asks, and you tune them out as you start getting undressed. jisoo and her dad go back and forth, and your interest is peaked when he says, “baby, is your mom there?”

jisoo says yes and shoves the ipad towards you, your bare chest on full display for the camera. “jisoo!” you shriek, crossing your arms over your chest and turning around. “oh my god, jisoo!” you cry, your back still turned away from her.

“sorry mommy,” she says and you squeeze your eyes shut. you quickly put your bra and shirt back on, taking the ipad from her, your skin on fire from embarrassment.

junmyeons face fills up the screen, and you can tell he’s trying not to smile. after many years together, you’ll never not notice some of his quirks. “stop. what do you need?” you ask.

“is this a bad time?” he asks, running a hand through his hair.

“yes, it is,” you say, and he pokes his tongue in his cheek. “could you just call me later?” you ask. he agrees and you pass the ipad back to your daughter, slightly mortified that your ex husband just saw you bare for the first time in nearly a year, against your will.

you sigh and pull your hair out of the tight bun it’s in, shaking it out and running your fingers through your hair. you toss your keys and work bag onto the island in your kitchen, and take a moment to stretch against it. rolling your shoulders, you step out of your heels and crack rotate your ankles and press your toes against the base of the island to stretch your calves.

you’re grateful for the silence; jisoo being gone with her dad and grandmother, thus you having the house to yourself for the weekend. it’s rare that you have this much silence, even when shes gone. if your phone isn’t ringing, an alarm is going off.

as if you summoned noise, your phone starts to ring. you let out a breath and pad over to your work bag and fish out your phone. you stare at his name on the screen and debate sending it to voicemail before you remember that it could be serious, so you answer. “hello?” you say into the phone. you haven’t talked to him since your nip slip the other day.

“hey. soo forgot her stuffed bear and is freaking out. can i come over and get it?” he asks. it sounds like he’s already in the car, probably already on his way over here.

“uh, yeah. are you on your way?” you ask, leaning against the counter.

it’s silent for a moment before he responds. “yes—i’ll be there in about seven minutes,” he says, and you only roll your eyes because his new house is twenty minutes away from you.

“fine. i’ll see you soon,” you say, hanging up and gathering all of your belongings and going upstairs. you drop your work stuff off in your home office, and then go into jisoos bedroom to search for her stuffed animal before your ex husband gets here.

by the time you find the stuffed animal, he’s knocking at your door. you quickly bound down the stairs, still in your work clothes and heels, to open the door for junmyeon.

“hi. here,” you say, pressing the plush toy into his chest. he’s taken aback by your abrupt greeting, taking a small step backwards when you push the toy at him.

“wow, um hi—thanks,” he says awkwardly, shaking his head and blinking a few times at you. you avoid eye contact with him, like you have ever since you filed the divorce papers. while you look away, he lets his eyes roam your frame, your curves on display from the formfitting skirt and blouse you wear.

“is that it?” you ask, your body wedged between the door so he can’t see in behind you. there’s nothing to hide—you lived in this house together back when you got accepted into law school and he was at the end of his residency.

“i mean, i guess. you’re not going to invite me in?” he asks, almost like he can’t believe it. you frown up at him and he scoffs. “we were married for twelve years, y/n. my fault for trying to forge some kind of relationship with you despite it all.” junmyeon adds. his voice has a bitter edge to it, and you can’t help but feel slightly guilty.

he’s still broken up about the divorce—he never wanted it in the first place, and it took coaxing from his mom and several screaming matches for him to just give up and sign the papers. the sad reality of the divorce is that there’s no love lost on either side. you’re just better at hiding it.

out of guilt, mostly, you move out of the way to let him in. junmyeon thanks you and walks through the foyer, looking at all of the things that have changed or stayed the same. the picture of you, him, and jisoo hangs in the same spot it has since the day you hung it up five years ago. the runner on the floor is the same—everything is the same, except for the empty hook where he’d typically hang up his keys and white coat.

junmyeon walks deeper into the house and you follow close behind. having here after months of him not being here feels strange, like there is something out place. and you know what’s out of place and what this home is missing: his constant presence.

“so,” you say, slipping into the kitchen when he takes a seat at the island. you lean against the far counter and cross your arms over you chest, glancing at him but not letting your eyes linger anywhere for too long. “what’s up?” you ask. you’ve never been good at small talk, especially not with him. you’d rather get straight to it.

junmyeon chuckles and waves vaguely in the air. “nothing… just life, i guess. nothings changed at the office,” he says and you snort. “what?” he questions, eyebrows furrowed.

you shake your head. “nothing,” you say, but it’s something. you’re shocked he didn’t decide to fire the receptionist that you complained to him about, after you felt like she lingered around his office for too long. he said it was fine, and that he wouldn’t fire her because she was good at her job.

junmyeon stares at you for a beat before standing up from his chair. “well, i guess i’ll get going,” he says. you nod and push yourself off of the counter and follow him to the door. “it was nice seeing you. again.” he says, glancing at you with a teasing look in his eye.

you cheeks flush as you remember your mishap with him on facetime. when he blatantly checks you out, you shift the weight on your feet and press your hands into your stomach. “you should probably bring that to jisoo,” you say, nodding with your head to the stuffed bear in his hands.

junmyeon shrugs casually. “she’ll get it,” he says, and you two have a silent stand off. you finally let your eyes settle on him, and somehow you manage to not fall to the floor. “y/n.” he says when you avert your gaze to the floor.

“hmm?” you say. you don’t like the feelings that are going on in your head, your chest, your stomach. you yearn for him in a way that nobody else can satisfy. there’s a junmyeon shaped hole in your heart, your life, that is waiting to be patched up, or filled.

he crosses the short distance between the two of you, and you brace yourself against the wall. he reaches his hand out to touch you, but hesitates and drops it to his side. you wish he would just grab you, take you into his arms.

you lift your head to look at him, and his eyes give it away. you grab his arm and pull him towards you, noses only centimeters apart. you grab ahold of his biceps, pulling him closer. “just this once,” you whisper, and press your lips to his.

the kiss is rushed and messy, hands sliding everywhere. he presses you into the wall and you tangle your hands in his hair when he slides a hand up your leg and hooks it behind your knee.

his lips move down your neck in a hurry, but they don’t get far because of the turtleneck you’re wearing. you gently push him off and pull your shirt over your head and let it fall to the floor. he’s at your neck again, his hands sliding up your back to unhook your bra. “guest room,” you gasp, your bra hanging onto the last hook.

junmyeon nods and grabs your hand, dragging your down the hallway and into the spare room. you’re on the bed in seconds, pulling off your bra and holding onto the back of his neck as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. “jun,” you sigh, putting an arch in your back and pressing your chest further into him. he fondles with your other breast before switching sides.

when he’s satisfied, he pulls away and pulls off his jacket and shirt. you unzip your skirt and slide it off, and when you’re bare in front of him, he stops and stares at you as if he’s trying to burn this image of you in his brain one last time. “junmyeon,” you call, curling your finger and beckoning him to you. he crawls back on top of you, still in his boxers and you pull them down. “now, i need you now.” you breathe into his ear. you feel him tense before he’s stepping out of his briefs and pressing you back into the bed.

junmyeon likes himself up with you and pushes in slowly, both of you letting out shaky breaths. you hold onto his side as he keeps moving in slowly, letting you get used to the stretch again. “you alright?” he grunts when he sees the look on your face: mouth open but no sound coming out, and your eyes screwed shut.

you only nod hurriedly. “yes, more!” you pant, and he speeds up his thrusts. when you cry out his name, nails pressing into his side, he can’t help but pull almost all of the way out and slam back in.

“y/n, fuck,” he groans, squinting as he looks down to see where the two of you connect. there is already a white ring around the base, and he moans out your name. “i missed this.” he pants out, his hips ramming into you.

you only whimper every time he pushes inside and hits that spot repeatedly. “oh-“ you cut yourself off with a moan and you clench around him once, twice, and he twitches inside of you. “fuck, i’m there, myeonie!” you cry, reaching down to rub at your clit.

you chase your release, and it comes crashing down on you. you cling to him as your hips buck, matching his thrusts until he releases inside of you, his strokes faltering slightly but he keeps fucking you and pushing his cum back inside.

it’s not enough for either of you. you pull him down to you so he’s resting on his forearms, and kiss him sloppily. both of your juices slip down your thighs, but you don’t care. you hook a leg around his hip and flip your position so you’re on top.

he remains hard inside of you, and you don’t waste time bouncing up and down on him, taking him all the way. you keep going until your thighs burn and your legs shake, and he coaches you through it. “that’s it, just like that—shit,” he groans, his grip on your hips tightening.

you brace yourself against his thighs, rotating your hips. he gropes one of your breasts with his left hand and presses his other thumb against your clit, moving it in circles. “junmy!” you mewl, your legs starting to feel like jelly.

“i’m close, y/n,” his chest rises and falls rapidly. he plants his feet on the bed, your hold on his thighs slipping and lurching your forward. you catch yourself on his chest, and the air is pushed out of your lungs briefly when he starts driving his hips up into you, making your scream out his name and claw at his chest.

all that can be heard is skin on skin, heavy breathing, and his name leaving your lips. that same white hot feeling comes back, and when you come for the second time, you’re seeing spots. his final and hardest thrust comes with his own release, and he elicits the sweetest moan into your ear.

your body crumples on his, and you rest your check against his shoulder. he wraps one arm around you, gently stroking your back.

that junmyeon-sized hole definitely got filled.

[ohhmydyosfics]

(Seho) young, hung, with no refractory period

sehun has always wanted to fuck jongin's dad. he intends to finally act on that desire.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11975463

[eomayas]

testy • kjm

pairing: mob!junmyeon x wife!reader

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!

synopsis: reader pushes junmyeons buttons one too many times on vacation

warnings: pwp, p in v, swearing, doggy, choking, teasing, dirty talk, spanking, mentions of junmyeon being in the mob but it’s not that essential

a/n: i read a mafia fic the other day and now i’m a bit obsessed with my favorite men being mafia bosses or wtv so here is a mini.. self indulging story that nobody asked for but i wrote anyway. enjoy!!! this is unedited as always

junmyeon stands on the bottom deck of the yacht, phone pressed against his ear. the sun shines brightly on him, his shirt unbuttoned to get some color on his chest. his gold chain glitters in the light, and you’d be on your knees right now, if he ever decided to get off the phone.

you roll your eyes from up above and sigh. you tie your bathing suit coverup around your waist and slip your feet into your pink jimmy choos that match your pink bikini.

walking down the spiral stairs on the yacht, you get down to the deck where your husband stands on the phone. he turns around when he sees you and gives you a soft smile. you stare at him with your hands on your hips, unimpressed with his greeting, or lackthereof.

junmyeon opens his arm for you to walk into, and when you dont, he frowns, but continues talking on the phone. you sigh loudly, jutting your hip out to the side. your husband furrows his brows at you, keeping his eyes trained on you as he keeps on talking.

“jun,” you say, your voice full of irritation. he holds up his index finger to you, and you scoff, turning on the balls of your feet to go back to whence you came.

you huff all the way up the stairs, stomping your feet into the steps. untying your coverup, you ball it up and toss it onto one of the chaises and retake your seat, kicking off your shoes and rolling onto your stomach to tan your back.

a few moments later, you hear junmyeons footsteps and you roll your eyes. “baby,” he calls. you don’t respond and don’t look up when he stands behind you and blocks the sun. “you hear me talking to you, don’t you?” junmyeon says.

“didn’t know if you were talking to me, or one of your bitches on the phone,” you say, looking at him over your shoulder. by bitches, you mean one of his many men that look to him for orders and answers.

junmyeon chuckles and moves your legs so he can sit, placing them in his lap. “alright, i’m sorry,” he says.

“we’re supposed to be on vacation, myeonie! and you want to give orders when we’re in the middle of the ocean—i’ve barely even seen you!” you complain sitting up and turning around to face him. the smile he gives you is one that is mocking, and you frown at him. “don’t look at me like that, junmyeon.”

“you have my full attention, baby,” he says, motioning for you to come sit in his lap. you stay sitting on your knees on the chaise, your arms crossed over your chest.

“do i? because if you get another call, i’ll throw your fucking phone in the ocean,” you snap. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth, looking down at his feet before placing his eyes on you.

“you know i don’t like when you talk to me like that.”

“and you know i dont like to be ignored… consider us even,” you say. his face falls flat and he shakes his head, a small smirk on his face.

“careful,” he warns, narrowing his eyes at you. you poke your tongue in your cheek and weigh your responses. you could give up, and have him be sweet to you, or you could test him and push him to his limits.

“or what?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. junmyeons face hardens and you two stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. you want to smirk, or worse, laugh, because it’s really a joke to you.

but it’s not for your husband, and you know it. which is why you push his buttons as often as you can, like now, even though you are annoyed at him and there is a better reason behind your attitude than simply just being bored.

junmyeon opens his mouth to respond, but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing. he blinks once, a guilty look taking over his features when your face falls and your lips sag down. “don’t answer,” you say, reaching forward for his pants, but he’s quicker and stands up.

“it’ll be quick, baby,” he says, sliding the phone out of his pocket and pressing answer. junmyeon turns his back to you and walks over to the railing that overlooks the bottom deck. for a moment, you fantasize about ripping the phone out of his hands and chucking it into the water below.

instead, you gather your belongings: book, hat, sandals, sunglasses, water, and phone, and stomp down the stairs once again and put them away in the bedroom. you aggressively put away everything, putting too much force in opening and closing doors and drawers. you change out of your bathing suit and put on a loose dress and a pair of flat sandals.

angrily, you brush through your hair and pull it back into a low bun, frowning at your reflection. all you want is to spend some time with your husband, away from your house and his work and that general part of his life, and he can’t even give you twenty minutes of himself. and the trip was his idea!

huffing, you apply some lip gloss on your lips and grab your phone before heading into the kitchen/dining area. boat staff work diligently, and you want to tell them to stop, that your husband doesn’t deserve to be waited on, but you don’t. “hi, mrs. kim. dinner is almost ready,” your chef says. you give them a kind smile and thank them, opening the fridge to grab some of the cut up fruit.

you eat at the island, making light conversation with the staff. they relax around you in a way most people don’t with your husband, but you get it. junmyeon isn’t a scary guy, but he’s powerful and carries himself in a way that makes people dodge eye contact with him. if only they knew.

“hello, mr. kim,” the arrival of your husband makes the staffs chattering stop, and you hold off from rolling your eyes.

he greets everybody by name, shaking their hands and thanking them for helping you two out on your little trip. you don’t acknowledge him, not even when he puts his hands on your shoulders and hugs your from behind. “hi,” he says, kissing your cheek.

you grab his left wrist and look at his watch, scoffing when you see the time. “15 minutes is quick to you?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. junmyeon licks the corner of his mouth and bows his head.

“i’m sorry,” he says, kissing your cheek. “but it’s business.” junmyeon mumbles. you snort and swivel around on the stool, quirking an eyebrow. “important business.” he says, like that makes it any better, or you any less annoyed.

“and what am i?” you ask, pushing your knee between his legs. junmyeon chuckles nervously and push your knee upward, his hands quickly jutting out to stop you. the look he gives you makes your stomach coil, but you pretend is has no effect.

“i need to talk to you,” he says, his voice low.

“then talk,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest. junmyeon rubs his bottom lip and steps away from you, starting to walk the direction of your bedroom. you watch him, knowing that you should actually be following him rather than gawking.

“y/n,” his voice is full of authority and it even makes the staff glance at you before averting their eyes. you stare across the room at your husband, and he curls one of his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion. his eyes dare you to stay seated, waiting for you to push him past his limits.

you stand up silently and walk over to him, not meeting his eye as you pass by him. junmyeon holds you by the hip, walking you to your bedroom. “lose the attitude,” he mutters in your ear, pushing you into the room and closing the door behind you both. “get on the bed.” he says, his voice calm. but you know better than to assume that he’s just simply telling you to do something.

you sit at the foot and he walks over to you, your eyes trailing over his frame as he stops in front of you. theres love in his eyes, and you think he’s going to kiss you until he roughly grabs your jaw in his hand, yanking your head up to look at him. “so you can listen,” he sneers, his eyes narrowing at you. you glare up at him, shifting on the bed to press your thighs together. and maybe it was your plan all along, to have him play rough with you after being testy with him all day. “are you done acting like a brat? hmm?” he loosens his hold on your jaw so you can answer him, but doesn’t let go.

“jun- yes or no?” he interrupts. you only glare up at him and he shakes his head at you. “is that a no?” he gives you an out, but you don’t take it. you continue to glare up at him stupidly and he scoffs. “turn around.”

you get on your hands and knees on the bed, your mind swimming in anticipation. you can hear him behind you moving around, but you can’t feel or see him.

junmyeon sidles up behind you and pushes your dress up so you ass is on display. you take in a breath as he rubs a hand over your flesh lovingly, like you’re delicate.

but rather than a kiss, or a squeeze, a harsh slap that contradicts his gentle action is delivered to your rear. you grunt and lurch forward, biting your bottom lip. another slap, and then another, and another.

by the time you count seven in your head, you’re resting on your forearms, ass burning as you raise it in the air. you know you can tap out and anytime, that he’ll stop if you show any signs or disliking it. but you like when he’s rough with you, even if that means pain for a little while. “myeonie,” you whimper, face buried in the bedsheets.

“what? is it too much?” his demeanor changes at the prospect and he crawls onto the bed next to you, lifting you up so he can properly look at you. there’s love and concern in his eyes, and it makes your heart melt.

you shake your head, sitting up and grimacing when your heels press into the skin on your ass. “no… jun, i want you,” you say, reaching for him. and your soft, loving husband disappears and is replaced with the man from moments before.

“you think you deserve it?”

“i-ive been good!” you say, crawling over to him and wrapping your arms around him. he hums and kisses your neck once, twice, before pushing you down into the bed. “please?” you ask, pushing your underwear down and kicking them off.

“turn around,” he instructs, palming himself through his shorts. you do as he says, positioning yourself comfortably on your hands and knees and putting an arch in your back. junmyeon steps out of his shorts and boxers and strokes himself a few times before coming up behind you and gripping your ass.

you wince but press your hips back towards him, urging him to fill you up. “myeonie, please baby,” you plead. he presses the tip against your folds, dragging your arousal up the slit. you squeak out a moan, waiting for him to breach your hole. but he teases you like that for awhile, dragging his shaft in between your lips and dragging it across your clit, making you mewl out his name. “junmyeon, fuck, please just fuck me!” you beg, so frustrated with him that you could cry.

“baby wants to be fucked, but does my baby really deserve it?” he asks rhetorically, his hand sliding to your shoulder, resting on your collarbone.

“you’re so fucking an-“ you’re breathless when he slams into you and grips your neck tightly, yanking your head upwards. your vision blurs and your hands grip the sheets tightly, so tight that you feel like you might rip them.

“all that fucking mouth,” he grunts, slamming into you. you can’t think straight, can barely see straight or breathe, and it turns you on all the more. “all that fucking attitude—can’t say shit to me now, huh?” his hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp, his hold on your neck loosening. he fucks into you relentlessly, the only sounds being heard are you cries and skin on skin.

your arms shake beneath your weight and you collapse onto the bed, face smooshing into the sheets once more. junmyeon let’s go of your beck to grab your arms and hold them behind your back. your back stays arched and he continues pounding into you, the feeling of his balls slapping against your ass rhythmically making your toes curl. “myeonie, myeonie, myeonie!” you chant, clenching around him.

“shit, y/n, i’m almost there,” he groans, letting go of your arms to hold onto your hips. they fall limply at your sides and you don’t make a move to prop yourself up. “you’re so good to me, baby.” his thrusts slow down and become more pointed, pulling all the way out before slamming right back in and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“j-junmy, i’m c-close,” you manage, pressing back to meet his thrusts. he chuckles as your attempt and stills your hips by holding you tighter. “fuck, baby, ri- fuck!” you can’t hold back your release, gushing all over his dick, your cum running down your legs.

junmyeon follows after you, your release triggering his own. he cums inside of you, filling you up. whatever cum drips out of you gets pushed back in and you writhe at the feeling of being full.

your husband pulls out of you to clean the both of you up, and your body chagrins without his support. junmyeon comes back with a towel and cleans you off, your sensitive body twitching at his touch. “honey, are you okay?” he asks sweetly, pushing your hair out of the way and kissing the back of your neck. when you make a noncommittal sound, he rubs your sore behind. “do you still love me?” he asks, kissing your shoulder.

at that, you open your eyes and lift your head. “always,” you reply, craning your neck for a kiss. you sigh when he places his lips on yours and kisses you sweetly, a 180 from the way he previously handled you.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles against your mouth, supporting your jaw in his hand. “no more phone calls.” he adds and you smile against his lips. you wouldn’t mind if he took one more, as long as he winded up between your legs again.

[eomayas]

strictly business • kjm [req]

request: here 🩷

pairing: ceo!junmyeon x f ceo!reader, established relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!

warnings: reader is mean, dom x sub dynamics, fingering, p in v, pwp, grump x sunshine dynamic, reader is gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing her way through life

all eyes are on you when you burst through the doors of the meeting room, interrupting the current session. but you can do that, because you have enough money to buy this company twice if you really wanted to.

the room in the air gets thicker and you can practically feel the tension. you invite it, enjoy it, even. you like having that type of power over people, especially this specific group of people. “good morning, gentlemen,” you say, smiling—baring your fangs—at the six men before you, who all stand to greet you, bowing politely before taking their seats.

your assistant takes your coat and hands you your briefcase. you feel them all staring at you, wondering why you crashed this meeting when you were specifically not invited, for many reasons. and you know exactly who’s idea it was, but you’d deal with him later, after you sink your teeth into his employees. “somebody catch me up,” you say, but it’s less of an ask and more of a demand. you scan the table, your eyes sliding over the CEO of the firm and focusing on his subordinates.

you laser your eyes onto a poor intern who immediately gets red and looks over to his boss for help. you narrow your eyes at him and he swallows. “uh, we, uh, were meeting to talk about the expansion,” he says, glancing at you before averting his gaze.

“the expansion with my company,” you correct, your gaze still focused on the poor kid. he stares down at the table, refusing to look you in the eye and you almost smile. almost. “i don’t see how you could have a meeting about the expansion with my company without having myself or even a member of my company’s board present.” you say, cutting your eyes across the table to the interns boss and the CEO of this company.

he presses his lips into a line and gives you a knowing look. “does that make sense to anybody?” you ask, looking around the room. nobody dares to speak up, and if you were a lot less professional you might knock everything off of the table and demand that they respond.

“mrs. kim,” the boss says, as a warning. you ignore him and stare at his employees, waiting, daring one of them to speak up. you’re not shocked when they remain silent; you’re met with it often. it’s not a secret that you’re tough and don’t see a problem with pushing people to their limits and reminding them who’s really in charge. that’s the whole reason you got to where you’re at. playing nice wasn’t an option—especially as a woman trying to obtain a position of power—and you learned that very quickly.

“if one of you doesn’t speak up, you won’t have an expansion with KYN Beauty to put on your resume, or a job in the morning!” you bark, glaring across the table at his employees. you’re definitely exaggerating the whole job thing, but you need to light a fire under them to get somebody talking, since their boss likes to keep things from you.

“mrs. kim,” it’s a warning if you’ve ever heard one, and it makes you sit back in your chair and look over at him. he stands up from his chair and motions for you to do the same. “a word in my office?” but he’s not asking you, he’s telling you. and you’re not going to stay sitting in your chair, not when he’s looking at you like he could rip you a new one in front of his entire staff.

you get up and he waits for you to exit before following after you. you already know where his office is, and you walk the familiar route in silence.

“yerim, cancel my meetings in the next hour, please,” he says to his secretary when the two of you pass by her desk.

“of course, mr. kim,” she says eagerly, and you nearly roll your eyes. another thing to get in his ear about.

he holds the door to his office open for you, and locks it once the two of you are inside. you cross your arms over your chest and stare up at your husband, a bored expression on your face. “quit threatening my staff,” junmyeon says, gently grabbing your forearms and pulling your arms apart so he can hold you by your sides.

you push him off and take a step away from him. “why did you leave me out of a meeting that i need to be apart of?” you question, throwing your arms up in the air. you two typically leave your work at the office, rarely bringing it home beyond a few emails or a few reports that need to get done, and that’s mostly during the end of each quarter. you keep your work and home life separate, and don’t meddle in each others business endeavors. but this morning, you happened to catch sight of his opened calendar on his work computer, and saw ‘expansion meeting’ set for 11am with an invite to everybody that was previously in the meeting room. everybody but you.

“honey,” he sighs, taking a step toward you. you take a step backwards, running into his desk and knocking a few papers loose. he cages you around the desk and you frown at him, but your features quickly soften as you submit to his charms and remember that, above all, he is your husband. “honey, don’t take it personal. you can just be a bit intense, and not everybody can handle that.” junmyeon says, kissing your cheek.

“that’s not my problem,” you say, and your husband chuckles, dropping his forehead against yours.

“and that’s exactly what i’m talking about,” he nudges your nose with his and you loosely wrap your arms around his neck. “but i can handle you.” junmyeon mutters, pressing his lips against yours. you hold onto the back of his neck and pull him closer to you. his suit jacket strains against his arms and he pulls back to slide it off his shoulders and drops it onto one of the chairs.

“send your receptionist on lunch,” you say, grabbing his tie and pulling him back down to your mouth. junmyeon plants his palms on his desk as he leans over you, unable to stand between your legs due to the tight skirt you’re wearing.

“take that off,” he says, nodding at your skirt. he says it as a trade off for sending yerim on her break early. you quickly pull the zipper down and slide your skirt off of your legs and down to the floor. junmyeon bites his bottom lip and picks up the phone, pressing a button that immediately connects him to yerim.

“yes, mr. kim?” this time, you do roll your eyes and he smiles at you and gently pinches your cheek.

“go ahead and take you lunch break now, yerim,” he says.

“well, i typically take it at noon,” she says. you huff and lean over to get close to the speaker so she can hear.

“just take your break, yerim,” you say flippantly before hanging up on her and pulling junmyeon back towards you. “you should fire her.” you say.

“why do you want to fire all of my employees?” he asks, unbuttoning your blouse.

“so i can have you all to myself,” you reply, pushing your top off and leaving yourself in a matching red lingerie set, the red identical to the color of the lipstick on your lips. junmyeon eyes you and runs a hand over his neatly combed hair before dropping it down to his collar to loosen his tie.

“youre unreal,” he mutters, shaking his head as he pulls his tie off and starts to undo the buttons on his shirt. he could stare at you for hours like this, all pretty and waiting for him. you pull him down to your lips and kiss him hard, uncrossing your legs to let him get as close as possible to you.

with your free hand you drag it down his chest to his pants, palming him through his slacks. you rub his bulge a few times and your husband pulls back and pushes your hand away. “you’re gonna ruin my pants,” he argues.

“then take them off.”

theyre at his ankles in seconds, though he keeps his dress shirt on. it’s unbuttoned, and you drag your nails down his torso. he watches you with lidded eyes, his gaze so intense that you can’t help but full body blush. this whole tough persona, at least with him, is all an act. he has you wrapped around his finger like it’s nobody’s business.

junmyeon is on your mouth again, his left hand dropping between the two of you to rub your clit through your underwear. if anybody knew how you acted in the bedroom, they would be hit with an extreme case of shock, and disbelief. you’re a person who likes to be in control, but you’re different with junmyeon. you’re like putty in his hands every time you get around him.

that doesn’t go to say that he’s not as tightly wound around your finger as you are him. he might even wrapped tighter, practically turning into mush when you so much as look at him. he returns to his college self when he’s around you, simply being junmyeon—myeonnie, to you—and not ‘mr. kim’, the boss.

your mouth falls open when he plunges two fingers deep inside you, your underwear pushed to the side. junmyeon works his fingers into you, curling them and making your vision go spotty. the rapid rise and fall of your chest mixed with your breathy pants of his name puts him in a mild hypnosis, nothing on his mind besides bringing you to your release and then burying himself inside of you.

“junmy,” you say, your voice sounding like pure honey to him. junmyeon alternates between rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers into you. his curled fingers and the ministrations on your clit have you seeing stars, your orgasm approaching quickly. “m-myeonnie!” you choke out, gushing all over his fingers, your legs going limp against the edge of his desk.

those same fingers are put in his mouth to be licked clean. junmyeon delights in your taste, wanting to kneel down and shove his face between your legs and eat you out for the next hour. but, time is real and neither of you have a lot of it, so with deft fingers, he pulls your underwear down your legs. junmyeon parts your legs and stands between them, wrapping them around his waist.

you only smile up at him and lock your ankles behind his back, lurching him forward. you pull him down to you by the beck, sliding your hands down to the front of his open shirt to grab onto it. “love you,” he mumbles against you mouth, littering kisses on the corner of your lips and onto your jaw.

you murmur ‘love you too’, before propping yourself up and moving to push his boxers down. “need you, myeonnie. want you,” you whine, sliding yourself to the edge of the desk. you thread your hands into the back of his hair and press insistent kisses to his exposed neck and chest.

junmyeon unclasps your bra and pulls it off your arms to toss behind you. “i’ve got you, baby,” he says, wrapping one arm around your middle and holding the base of his dick with his free hand. he guides himself into your entrance and your lips part when he pushes the head in. “i’ve got you.” he groans, kissing your neck.

your arms wrap around his shoulders and you clutch him tightly against you, anchoring yourself to something as he harshly thrusts into you. you cry out his name, burying your face in his neck to keep quiet. junmyeon gently cradles the back of your neck and lies you flat on the desk, planting one hand flat near your head while the other gropes your breast.

clenching around him, you whine and reach for him, wanting to be closer. “what, baby?” he pants, indulging in you and leaning down to be closer like you want.

“i miss you,” you whine, turning your head and kissing the inside of his wrist. junmyeons heart swells, like a balloon being filled with helium.

“yeah?” he asks, lifting himself off of you in order to stare down at you. “you miss me stuffing you full of my cock? can’t go a day without it?” your face burns, embarrassment flooding your body because, yes.

junmyeon blows his bangs out of his eyes but they fall back in place. he let’s go of your hip to brush his hair back into place, smirking down at you when he catches you gazing up at him with your mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. “gonna cum for me, baby?” he asks, pulling at your bottom lip.

you nod, your head in a daze. junmyeon keeps pounding into you, even long after you cum for the second time. he fucks your release back into you, never slowing down until he comes himself. you cross your legs at the ankles around his back and hold him there, letting him cum inside of you.

he sighs out your name and hangs his head, his hair dangling in front of your face. you push it out of the way and kiss his forehead, your nails raking up his lower back.

junmyeon kisses you once before pulling out of you and grabbing the box of tissues that sit on the side table. he wipes himself off before doing the same for you, tossing the soiled papers away and helping you off of the desk.

you prance around his office naked, in search of your clothes that are strewn around the room. you find your bra and blouse, quickly slipping them back on. “baby, have you see my underwear?” you ask, squatting down to look on the floor.

you hear a small gust of air above you and stand up, your red panties lying on the center of his desk. picking them up, you grimace when you feel their dampness and set them back down. you quickly find your skirt and slip it on, underwear be damned.

junmyeon catches you by the waist and pulls you against him, his shirt still unbuttoned. he holds your tightly against him, kissing your neck and then your lips. “you know the meeting was just business, baby,” he says reassuringly.

“i know,” you reply, placing a hand on his cheek.

“and nobody is getting fired,” he says, peering down at you. you roll your eyes and press a hard kiss to his lips before slipping out of his embrace to step into your heels. “im not firing yerim, either.”

you run your hand through your hair, shaking it out as you slip your hands through. “we’ll see,” you say, the sweet wife role being replaced back with the shark, the one everybody knows you by.

“y/n,” he says, following after you as you walk around his desk to pull out the mirror you started keeping in here. you set it up and check your appearance to make sure your makeup isn’t messed up.

“baby?” you question, flicking your eyes up to him before looking back down at your reflection, turning your head to the other side. he leans over his desk and you look up at him again, an eyebrow raised.

“nobody is getting fired, okay?”

you smile up at him, as sweet as pie, a stark difference to how you actually feel. “whatever you say, mr. kim.”