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Jaemin would like to think this all started out as an accident. That one day, he just happened to be so sexually deprived (or, read: horny), and his boss happened to be so too. That they both just accidentally stared at each other for too long that day, that Jeno accidentally called him over to his office when everyone else had gone home, and that their hands accidentally fell under each others’ shirts. That this entire feat, accidentally happened again a few days later. And again. And again. And again.
They’ve been going at it for a while now, after talking and agreeing that they would continue with this- thing they were doing.
Not that Jaemin’s complaining. Because who wouldn’t want to be fucked by Jeno Lee?
It started two weeks ago, in his boss’ office. A little chat, a bottle of wine, a long couch, and an empty office. That’s all it took for one night to fall into a series of events – into this thing that Jaemin has gotten himself into. This thing where they make out when no one else is in the room, where they fuck in Jaemin’s apartment or Jeno’s private office every other night, where they go back to work the next morning as if nothing occurred.
Honestly, despite their situation being odd and almost deviant, Jaemin thinks there’s actually nothing wrong at all with it. He is a young man with his sexual needs, and Jeno is more than happy to satisfy them, even goes beyond just satisfying them. Needless to say, Jaemin is glad to have been getting casual, but good — very good — sex on a regular basis. Plus, his ego is fed whenever he knows he’s able to do the same for his boss.
His boss. His sexy, muscular, DILF-material boss. Jaemin doesn’t know how to describe him in more civilized words. All he knows is CEO Lee makes him feel good, and that they’re very compatible sexually. Now, who in the right mind would decline to take advantage of that? Definitely not Jaemin Na.
Jaemin knocks on Jeno Lee’s office door, paperwork in his arms and sweat on his palms. “Come in.” He takes a deep breath as he enters, holding his clipboard close to his chest.
Though he and his boss get intimate in activities that are— not exactly work- related, in the realm of business and the company, they’re definitely still serious with each other (most of the time). Which is why Jaemin still feels nervous at times, on the edge of his toes and making sure he’s doing everything he can to stay in this prestigious job of his. He hasn’t been here for a year, not even half a year, and he doesn’t plan to lose his position as secretary of the most important man in the company anytime soon.
As he stands a few meters in front of his boss, he’s quick to notice the way Mister Lee seems extra busy, a hand in his hair and his brows furrowed. He clears his throat, gaining him his boss’s attention.
“Oh. Hello, Jaemin.”
Mister Lee’s hand wanders down to his neck, massaging gently. It would look much nicer on Jaemin’s neck though. Or on the flesh of his thigh.
The secretary gulps. He shakes his head, ridding himself of distracting thoughts during work hours.
“H-Hello, Sir. I’d just like to remind you that you have a meeting in fifteen minutes. The meeting room is already being prepared, and the partners will be here soon. I’ll call you in when they’ve arrived. The files you requested from the market research company have also arrived this morning, would you like to have a look?” Jaemin speaks in almost a single breath, and when he finishes, he looks up to see his boss simply staring at him.
And then, Jeno smirks. Oh . It’s one of those days. His eyes drink in his secretary’s entire image, from head to toe.
Jaemin admits that he doesn’t look too good today. He woke up late and didn’t exactly have the time to dress up as much as he usually does. He even forgot his work blazer, so he’s left in only his baby pink turtleneck. It’s a tad too tight, but it’s the first thing he saw that was clean.
If only he didn’t stay up all night yesterday, getting pounded ruthlessly by his boss in his car. Maybe then he would’ve looked a bit more presentable.
But that’s not the case, so he looks away promptly, shifting a bit as he waits for Jeno’s reply and tries to ignore the fact that he’s undressing him with his eyes.
“Yes, I’d like to see the files,” Jeno finally answers, still smirking. He leans back on his leather chair and watches as his secretary approaches him with careful steps, placing the files on his table.
“I’ll take my leave then, Sir,” Jaemin says as he bows, turns around, and walks towards the door.
“Hold on, Jaemin.” He pauses all movements right by the door. He swallows, before turning around.
“Yes, sir?”
He watches Jeno’s grin widen.
“Come here.”
Jaemin cautiously walks back to the center of the room.
“Closer,” Jeno orders, and Jaemin is in no place to disobey. So, he walks forward until he’s standing right in front of Jeno’s glass table.
“Good,” his boss hums. He licks his lips, still staring at Jaemin.
“Are you still stretched out from last night?” Jeno suddenly asks, standing up to walk over to where Jaemin is on the other side of the desk.
Jaemin’s cheeks burn. He swallows.
“I-I … I guess so,” he says softly, avoiding the older’s intense gaze. He grips his clipboard tightly, biting down on his bottom lip.
Suddenly he feels hands come up to his waist, and Jeno’s chest on his back. The older noses in his neck, humming as if deciding on what to do. Jaemin holds his breath, silencing a whimper when he feels the way Jeno’s length grows hard and presses slightly on his ass.
Finally, after what feels like forever of anticipating Jeno’s next move, Jaemin feels the presence behind him move away. He breathes a breath of relief — wrongly so.
“Bend over,” Jeno commands as he loosens his neck tie.
Jaemin looks back at him, eyes wide. “B-But sir, the meeting. And w-we could be heard. I don’t think this would be a good idea-”
“I said, bend over. ”
Jaemin has no choice. Well, not that he doesn’t want this too. The excitement, the thrill, the excessive tension in his muscles that will definitely lead to some extra sensitivity.
Tentatively, he walks forward, just a few steps. His hands tremble as he puts down his clipboard on the table, clearing it so he can place his palms flat on the glass top, and bend over. He feels so dirty like this, knowing anyone can walk in on them, on him presenting himself to his goddamn boss.
A shiver runs up his spine when he hears Jeno’s low chuckle.
“You’re so obedient.”
The sound of Jeno’s footsteps gets closer, before there’s finally a hand cupping his ass through his trousers. He hears Jeno’s heavy breathing, and it makes him get unbelievably hot too.
He gasps when Mister Lee suddenly reaches around and swiftly unbuttons his trousers, pulling them down abruptly in one go.
At the sight he’s met with, Jeno chuckles, condescending and low.
“Naughty boy.”
Right. Jaemin forgot he’s wearing his favorite panties. They’re pretty, lacy, and expensive. He usually reserves this pair for special occasions, but again, there’s the lack of clean clothes in his apartment.
If only he didn’t cum in his fucking pants last night.
So, here he is. Legs bare, ass cheeks only half covered, and a thin layer of lace between his boss’ fingertips and his hole.
A big hand grasps at his exposed skin, softly squeezing the fat. Another hand joins, and then Jeno is spreading his ass cheeks apart. Jaemin whimpers, head falling down between his shoulders.
“S-Sir, please, we don’t have time-“
Jaemin is cut off by a harsh smack on one of his globes.
“ Fuck ,” he whispers when his boss slaps the same cheek a second time.
“You don’t tell me what to do,” Jeno says as he caresses where his red hand print is still seen.
“I-I’m sorry, Sir.”
“ Sir ?” the older questions, his hand leaving him immediately.
Jaemin knows it well, knows exactly what Jeno likes to be called, but he can’t help the way it still renders him embarrassed, despite having said it several times the past two weeks.
He bites down on his bottom lip. Takes a deep breath.
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
Jaemin hears a satisfied hum as a finger traces up to his middle, and a soft mewl escapes his lips.
“Good boy.”
Jaemin clenches his fists on the table, scared that he’ll slip off from how much his legs are trembling. His cock is already sitting hard on his abdomen, strained under the fabric of his underwear. Unintentionally, he arches his back to shift his weight, and he gasps loudly when he feels not Jeno’s clothed bulge, but instead, his whole exposed cock pressing on him.
When he peers behind his shoulder, Jeno’s already looking at him hungrily.
“Get on your knees.”
Almost instantaneously, Jaemin complies, settling down on the floor so his face is right in front of Jeno’s cock. He looks up at his boss, asking for permission. The older brings a hand down to caress his cheek.
“Go ahead, baby.”
Jaemin immediately wraps a hand around his length, as if aching to feel its weight in his palm. He strokes it from the base to the top slowly, squeezing his hand tighter every time he nears the head. His hand alone gets Jeno groaning above him, but he knows what he wants. That and the fact that they barely have any time, so he wastes not another second and wraps his lips around the tip.
He suckles on it first, giving a lick directly on the slit and spreading his saliva on the rest of the length with his hand. Then, he puts his mouth back on him and begins to bob his head, gradually picking up the pace.
Jaemin looks up at his boss with round, teary eyes, taking more and more into his mouth as he goes. At one point, he finally goes all the way down, his lips touching Jeno’s balls and his throat swallowing around his fat cock.
“Fuck, so good,” Jeno moans above him, throwing his head back. Without another word, he grips a fistful of Jaemin’s hair, and begins thrusting shallowly. Jaemin closes his eyes and relaxes his throat, trying his best not to gag. His own cock is now leaking with precum in his panties, twitching every time Jeno tugs on his hair a little tighter.
He sucks harder and harder as he can tell Jeno’s close, but the older pulls him off roughly.
“Get up.”
Jaemin obeys quickly, letting Jeno maneuver him into bending over the table again. He hears the faint sound of plastic ripping behind him, and his assumption that it’s a condom is confirmed when he sees the gold packet thrown to the floor just a foot away from him.
There’s a few seconds of nothing happening. It has Jaemin taking deep breaths, growing impatient. Just as he’s about to look back to see what’s going on, he feels his panties being tugged aside and then a thick appendage sliding into his hole, now lubed up.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jeno releases a breathy moan, pushing all the way in until his abdomen touches Jaemin’s ass. “How are you still so tight?”
Jaemin simply whimpers in response, limbs threatening to give in. He can feel how tightly his boss grips his waist, and oh, that is definitely going to leave a mark.
Beginning with a slow pace, Jeno begins fucking his cock into him. However, he fucks him very, very slowly, driving his length deep inside Jaemin’s hole and driving his secretary insane.
“F-Faster,” he whispers softly as he clenches around his cock, and Jeno doesn’t miss it. He pauses his thrusts.
“Did you say something?” he teases, placing his thumbs on either side of Jaemin’s little hole and massaging it. He spreads it further and presses down on it, threatening to put both fingers in next to his cock and making the younger whine quietly.
“Faster,” Jaemin says, a bit louder now. “Please.”
Jeno smirks. He returns his hands to Jaemin’s waist, before pulling back and thrusting in fast and hard. He snaps his hips forward so quickly and harshly that the sound of Jaemin’s ass slapping against his balls and abdomen echoes throughout his entire office. He locates his prostate without effort, hitting it as much as he can. The younger tries as best as he can to meet his thrusts, pushing back every so often.
At one point, Jeno’s length pops out from how vigorously he’s thrusting and slides up Jaemin’s crack, getting caught in his panties. The secretary immediately whines at the loss, but is silenced when he hears Jeno’s frustrated growl.
And then, the sound of fabric ripping.
No fucking way.
Jaemin gasps, looking back and finding that his boss has indeed ripped his favorite damn panties off him. He doesn’t get the chance to say anything, not with Jeno instantly pushing back into him and fucking him at an inhuman speed.
They’re both already so close, soft moans coming out of their mouths and wet, sloppy noises echoing in the room. Hopefully no one is listening through the wall.
“I-I’m gonna cum,” Jaemin arches his back, biting down on his lip to keep his noises to a minimum. “Please l-let me.”
“Cum then,” Jeno says monotonously as he brings a hand around to jerk Jaemin off. One thumb to his slit is all it takes for him to reach his peak, some of his cum unfortunately landing on Jeno’s glass table. Good thing he cleared the papers.
The mess he made seems to turn on the boss though, because suddenly he’s pushing Jaemin’s tight shirt up from the back and pulling out. He quickly slides off the condom and fists his cock furiously, releasing a low moan as he releases thick stripes of white on Jaemin’s bare ass and back.
Not even five seconds later, he feels Jeno spread his cum on his hole with his fingers, making a sticky mess.
“S-Sir, that's not very-”
“I know,” Jeno hums, before giving his ass a small squeeze. “I couldn’t help myself. Sorry,” he chuckles. Jaemin just nods, unsure of what else to say. The next thing he knows, Jeno is handing him some wet wipes so he can clean himself up. They both put their clothes back on properly afterwards, and Jaemin promptly apologizes for his boss’ table after he wipes it.
“Don’t worry about it,” Mister Lee assures him with a smile. Then, his gaze lowers to where his secretary is covering his crotch with his two hands. Jaemin blushes. Right. Now he has to work with no underwear and it’s only 10 in the morning. Because of Jeno’s lack of self-control. Not that Jaemin didn’t like the display of strength.
“I apologize for … those .”
“It’s fine, Sir. It’s just that they were … my favorite,” he murmurs the last sentence softly to himself, looking away and mourning the loss.
He looks up just in time to see Jeno approaching him with his blazer in hand. “Here,” he nudges the dark grey fabric towards Jaemin. “You can go home for a while, I’ll take care of the meeting. Just be back after lunch break.”
Jaemin nods and takes the blazer, albeit unsurely. He’s still a bit dazed from Jeno ripping his panties and from the mind-blowing sex, so he doesn’t really have anything more to say just yet. His boss doesn’t seem to mind though, simply smiling at him amusedly.
“I’ll get going then,” Jeno says, grabbing his phone and papers before walking back to where Jaemin is standing. He smiles at the younger once more, then leans in and gives him a short but deep kiss on the lips, enough to make Jaemin close his eyes and want more when he pulls away.
“See you later, Jaemin.”
Jaemin bites down on his bottom lip, only able to watch Jeno’s figure walk away and leave the room, before he finally mumbles to himself,
“See you later, Sir.”
Later on, Jaemin comes back to work, now with a proper cream blazer and clean underwear he was able to find in his bathroom. He settles back into his workspace, ready to finally focus.
Until, he sees his boss pass by his table, just to trace back his steps and stop at Jaemin’s desk.
The secretary quickly bows. “A-Anything you need, Sir?”
He watches Jeno’s curious gaze move down to his table. Jaemin tries not to feel too embarrassed by the entire box of sugar cubes sitting next to his desktop.
He’s always had these sugar cubes, all the way from senior high school to now. They help him focus, and give him a burst of energy whenever he’s feeling a bit tired during work. He eats them very often, and by the way he’s staring, it seems that this isn’t the first time Mister Lee noticed it.
“You always have these, don’t you?” his boss chuckles as he reaches for the box, eyeing the nutrition information.
“Y-Yes, sir.” Jaemin looks down at his shoes, kind of ashamed. He did eat those a lot, even before meetings. Maybe it bothers Mister Lee? Maybe it really does bother him, fuck. He didn’t even ask permission before he started bringing this sugar box to work! What if it’s stupid and everyone is talking about him and his sugar cube obsession behind his back? What if Jeno hates it, and now he’s going to get fired?!
Jaemin is about to apologize, until Mister Lee reaches down into the box and takes a sugar cube. “Mind if I take one?” He watches as his boss pops one into his mouth, pearly white teeth showing as he smiles charmingly.
Belatedly, Jaemin nods. “Y-Yes, of course. You can take one anytime, Sir.”
Jeno puts the box back on his desk, before sending him a small smile.
“Thanks.”
All Jaemin gets to do is bow and splutter out “no problem,” as his boss takes his leave into his office. He breathes a breath of relief once he’s gone, sitting back down on his chair and immediately munching on a sugar cube.
Fuck my life.
The rest of the day is smooth, with a couple more minor internal meetings here and there. Jeno tells him that the earlier one went well, and informs him of all the new agreements. Jaemin easily takes note of all of them, happy to do his job well. Surprisingly, Jeno doesn’t disturb (read: please ) him anymore in terms of sexual needs for the rest of the day. He even lets him go home early, saying that he doesn’t need to wait for him like usual.
“Someone’s lucky,” his co-worker and current closest work friend Renjun says as he eyes Jaemin stuffing (more like intricately placing) his things into his messenger bag.
The younger just shrugs with a small smile, sighing. “Not really. This is the best part of my whole week.” Embarrassingly, Jaemin curses the moment he takes a step a little too large forward, forgetting about his sore asshole.
Renjun raises an eyebrow at him, a questioning, teasing smile on his face. “Uhuh. Your whole week, huh? I guess the nights don’t count as part of the week for you? You know, I should really follow in your footsteps and find out what bars you go to.”
Jaemin just rolls his eyes at him and laughs, waving a hand at his co-worker. “Yeah alright, bye now.”
“Bye! Make sure you don’t take it too roughly this time!” Renjun yells jokingly, and Jaemin praises all the gods above that it’s only just them left in the building. Renjun, just like him, is also a secretary, but to the company’s COO. So they’re both tired, both always staying late at the office, both trying hard with their jobs, but also both extremely good at them. They wouldn't still be here if they weren't.
What’s different between them though is that Renjun and his boss are definitely not fucking. Well, he doesn't know. He hasn't really asked Renjun that, because he hasn't told him either that his boss is fucking him. He probably just thinks Jaemin has one nightstands frequently, or a friend with benefits.
Jaemin guesses the latter is not entirely wrong. It's just that he and Mister Lee are not friends, not exactly.
Why? Because Jaemin, is just Jaemin. Meanwhile, Jeno Lee is this big shot in the industry. He's born with a silver spoon in his mouth, goes to highly exclusive wine-tasting parties, and flies to Europe to buy a gift for a high school classmate he probably never even spoke to. Heck, his favorite food is a prime-grade aged wagyu strip steak topped with truffle butter cooked to exactly between medium rare and medium, with a side of sauteed asparagus and raclette over marble potatoes.
Jaemin knows because he orders it for him every single week. Not only that, but he sets and plans and books Mister Lee's appointments, meals, trips, purchases, meetings, calls – everything. Jaemin is Jeno Lee's secretary, his personal assistant for everything within work hours. He fixes everything for him, makes sure everything is laid out for him, from the brand of water he's drinking, to the seat he's taking at a dinner meeting, to the laundry shop he's getting his suit dry-cleaned.
That's how important his job is, and thankfully, it does reflect in his paycheck.
When Jaemin comes home, it’s to his cat, Jellypong, already waiting for him by the door.
“Hi, sweetie,” he smiles, giving her a gentle scratch by her ear. He walks past her, placing his things down on his beloved marble counter. It’s one of the perks that comes with working for Jeno Lee – his marble countertop, his twin-cooling refrigerator, and his queen-size bed that he and Jeno have definitely fucked in more than a couple times. They’re all good things that come with his job, things that he can now splurge on. Not to mention that he shares his apartment with only his cat.
When he reaches his bedroom, a curious thing catches his attention.
There’s a paper bag on his bed, sleek black with matching black strings and white crepe paper inside peeking out slightly. He approaches it, then notices the small paper next to it, a paper he sees every day on his desk. The Lee Corporation notepad. Scribbled on the sheet in blue ballpoint pen ink, is a single sentence.
I hope you like them.
Jaemin raises an eyebrow. He begins opening the paper bag, taking out the crepe paper carefully. When he finally takes the contents out, his eyes widen.
They’re panties. They look exactly like the ones Jeno had destroyed just hours ago. But it’s not just one pair. There are three more of the same style, just in different colors. A pretty periwinkle (the one Jaemin already had), a baby pink, and a dangerous black.
Jaemin immediately takes his phone out, typing out a message.
Jaemin (secretary)
Good evening, sir. I just arrived home, and I saw what you left me
Thank you so much; you didn’t have to bother, really!
Sir Jeno
Oh, it wasn’t a bother at all, Jaemin.
Anyway, I’m sorry again about earlier.
Jaemin (secretary)
No no, it’s no problem at all!
Sir Jeno
That’s good to know.
Did I get the right size?
Jaemin (secretary)
Haha yeah, they’re perfect :D
Thank you again, seriously this is a lot :<
Sir Jeno
You’re welcome, Jaemin.
Wear them around me, will you?
I promise I won’t rip them anymore.
Jaemin (secretary)
Hahaha
Okay, sir 😊
Sir Jeno
And stop calling me sir all the time, especially outside work hours. I’ve told you this before.
Just ‘Jeno’ is fine.
Our ages are not that far apart.
Jaemin (secretary)
Oh right, sorry haha
I’ll keep it in mind!
Sir Jeno
Good.
I’ll see you next week.
Good night, Jaemin.
Jaemin (secretary)
Good night, Mister Lee! 😊
Jaemin sighs as he looks at the panties again, before throwing them into the laundry along with all the dirty clothes he needs to get washed.
After taking a shower, he winces when he bounces on his bed, forgetting about his sore asshole. One of these days, Mister Lee is going to tear his backside apart.
⏤
It’s a few days later when Jaemin finds himself at his desk at nearly midnight. Everyone else has gone home, but he’s still here because his boss is. Awfully familiar situation, simultaneously convenient and inconvenient for Jaemin. Convenient, because staying late in the building when no one else is there means more opportunities to get laid by a stressed out Mister Lee. Inconvenient because god, Jaemin is so fucking tired when he comes home, whether it’s his asshole or his brain that got destroyed (or both). All because of Jeno Lee.
Ah, yes. Jeno Lee. He’s an ever diligent and determined 30-year-old CEO of the top business consulting company in the continent, which makes Jaemin the most exhausted secretary this world has ever seen. He worked hard to get to where he is right now though, and at age 24 too. Only his third job since graduating, having taken lots of internships during his final year in college. Jaemin takes pride in his intelligence and work ethics, and he’d like to think they’re among the top reasons he got the job just a few months ago. A few hours off his sleep is a small thing compared to the experience and knowledge he’ll gain from working under Mister Lee.
When the clock strikes twelve, Jaemin yawns and stretches in his seat. He glances over to Renjun across the hallway, who’s barely awake too, still trying to encode something into his desktop with eyes half-open despite the COO already having left earlier. It doesn’t take too long before Renjun’s standing up and shutting down his monitor though, bag already slung across his body.
“Someone’s lucky,” Jaemin huffs jokingly as the older passes by his desk.
The Chinese boy just chuckles and shakes his head. “Get home soon.”
Jaemin sighs as he slumps into his wheely chair, watching his friend’s figure disappear into the depths of the hall, jealousy filling him when he hears the elevator ding at a distance. He has no choice but just to stay here and try to keep himself awake whilst waiting for Mister Lee’s word.
About an hour later, Jaemin is still in his seat, in his desk, mindlessly spinning around on his chair as he yawns.
A quiet minute passes. The secretary stands up, stretches, and decides to check on his boss, just to be sure that he’s still alive.
And just to see if maybe he wants to fuck him senseless while no one else is in the building. He’s been feeling particularly needy lately, but Jeno’s also been so busy, so they haven’t done anything in a while, almost a week even. He hasn’t even touched himself – he couldn’t.
That’s the thing. They had rules when they first talked about continuing this- arrangement. The talk happened over some coffee, at Jeno’s office, as if it was a real meeting. Well, it started that way. Then it ended with sex. But that’s besides the point. The point is, that the rules were made clear between the two of them. Jeno made the first, and Jaemin curses him for it.
Rule 1: No touching yourself without permission.
What a fucking joke , Jaemin thought then. He remembers standing up in protest the moment his boss said that, putting his iced americano down on the desk so hard that the ice shook loudly. He was about to speak against it, but instead slowly sat back down when he saw the sly smirk on Jeno’s face, realizing that he just shamelessly and unknowingly gave away that he is a horny young man who masturbates on a regular basis.
So, he just nodded with blushed cheeks and mumbled out a ‘ fine.’ He didn’t question it further, assuming it’s part of this power play Jeno likes a lot. And well, Jaemin likes it too.
The next rule, he imposed.
Rule 2: Don’t tell others about it.
Yeah, Jaemin is definitely more serious about these rules than his boss is.
It isn’t that he’s not proud of the fact that he’s being fucked by his hot and sexy boss. It’s just that it could potentially ruin both of their reputations, which is why Jeno agreed to it quickly. And which is also why he chooses now, when no one else is in the building, as the perfect time to strike.
Jaemin makes his way to his boss’s office. He knocks on the big grey doors thrice, entering only when he hears Jeno say he can come in.
When he’s inside, his eyes run over the papers scattered all around Jeno’s office, from the couch, to the coffee table, to his glass desk. Fuck, he still has to clean this before going home. That’s where the final rule comes in.
Rule 3 : Nothing changes besides the sex. Work, is still work.
Which is why Jaemin still bows as he faces his boss, accompanies him to every meeting, speaks to him with formalities, and organizes his office when he leaves. Work is separate from their sexual activities, and their relationship in the workspace should remain the same as before.
Finally, there’s one last rule Jaemin created, and only told himself. For himself.
Rule 0: Don’t catch feelings.
“Ah, Jaemin. What brings you here?”
“W-Would you like some hot coffee?” Jaemin offers, gathering courage. “I was about to- uhm, make myself a cup, so I thought maybe you’d like one too.”
Jeno gives him his million-dollar smile. Literally.
“Sure. Just bring it in here.”
Five minutes later, he comes back into the office with Jeno’s cup of coffee. He places it on his table, bowing. “Your coffee, sir.”
He’s about to leave for his desk outside, when Jeno asks, “Where’s yours?”
“A-At my table, Sir,” he stutters out, slightly nervous for some reason.
“Get it,” his boss orders. Jeno looks at him with that gaze again. The one that makes his cheeks pink and his lungs find the urge to inhale more air. “I’d like some company.”
Jaemin nods quickly, rushing out to get his coffee. He screams at himself internally, knowing exactly where this will lead.
“Take a seat,” Jeno says the moment he comes back in. He obeys, sitting on one of the leather chairs in the couch area. He sips on his coffee, looking anywhere but at his boss.
“Sit here.” Jaemin blinks up from his drink, nearly choking on it when he sees Jeno tap on his thigh from under his desk. With trembling knees, he rises to his feet, and walks toward his boss. He only stops when he’s right next to him, putting his coffee down on the glass table.
Jeno’s hand easily curls around his waist, gently guiding him to sit down on his lap. He hums in satisfaction at how Jaemin complies without question or resistance.
Almost immediately, his lips drag along the younger’s neck, moving up and pressing kisses to his ear and cheek. When Jaemin feels a hand splay over his abdomen, his entire body automatically relaxes under Jeno’s touch. His back lays over the older’s chest, and his breath hitches when he feels an unmistakable bulge poking underneath him.
“A-Aren’t you tired, Sir?” Jaemin whispers, teasing a bit as he shifts his weight on Jeno’s thighs.
Jeno chuckles against his ear. “Aren’t you tired?”
The secretary hums, slowly grinding his hips in small circles.
“I asked first,” he whispers as he turns his head to the side, gaining confidence. He pushes down on Jeno’s growing erection a bit harder, causing the older to groan lowly.
“Fair enough,” Jeno returns, fingers quietly untucking the other’s shirt so he can touch the soft skin underneath. “Well, what do you think my answer is, hm?”
“I don’t know, Sir,” Jaemin bats his eyelashes innocently, biting down on his bottom lip when he feels fingers tread over his nipples under his shirt.
Jeno releases a deep chuckle. Carefully, he maneuvers his secretary around so he’s facing him. Once he’s settled, Jaemin’s hands automatically come up to his shoulders, grinding down impatiently on his lap. Jeno just lets him, big hands grasping his waist under his shirt.
Mister Lee looks up at the younger. “Would you like to find out, sugar ?”
Jaemin’s movements pause.
Sugar?
“Mhm,” Jeno nods, making his secretary realize that he thought out loud. He’s embarrassed, but has no time to show it when a thumb glides over the corner of his lips.
“You’re like sugar.” His boss looks into his eyes. “Sweet,” he says as he traces his fingers up to his cheek. “A bit rough.” The same fingers move down to caress Jaemin’s sharp jaw, until Jeno’s index lays on the very center of his lips. The older gazes back into his eyes as he smirks. “Addictive.”
Without a word, Jaemin opens his mouth, allowing his boss’ finger to slip past his lips. He encloses around it and sucks gently, laving his tongue over it, all while staring into Jeno Lee’s eyes, before he releases it with a wet pop.
Jeno crashes their lips together. Jaemin places his hands behind his boss’s neck, massaging there lightly and driving Jeno to pull him closer by the hips.
Minutes pass of them just kissing, and Jaemin is feeling hotter and hotter by the second. Jeno still hasn’t done anything, hasn’t even touched him properly. He whines impatiently, moving around on the older’s lap, trying to get him to do something.
However, it still elicits nothing from Jeno.
Too horny to wait, Jaemin sneaks a hand between their bodies and cups Jeno’s erection. The older hums, chuckling into their kiss.
“Impatient, are we?” The ends of Jeno’s lips curl as he brings a hand up to his secretary’s jaw, gently bringing his gaze down. “What do you want, hm? Tell me, sugar.”
“I-I …” Jaemin hesitates, looking away as he bites down on his bottom lip. He tries to get the message through by unbuckling Jeno’s belt, but the older is quick to stop him with a grasp on his wrist.
“Uh-uh,” he reprimands, making Jaemin look into his orbs again. “Tell me what you want.”
Jaemin shuts his eyes for a moment. He takes a deep breath in, before giving in.
“I … I want … I want your cock.”
He almost wants to cry when he hears Jeno’s skeptical hum. “Really? Are you sure? I don’t think you really want it.”
“I-I do!” he blurts out desperately. “I do. Please, daddy. I want it, please.”
Jeno takes his chin between his thumb and pointer.
“How bad do you want it?”
“S-So bad,” Jaemin gasps out when he feels a stinging squeeze on the side of his thigh. “I want your cock so bad.”
“Get up.” Jaemin doesn’t even get to comply on his own when Jeno pulls him off his lap. He quickly undoes the button of Jaemin’s trousers and pulls them off, leaving him in one of the panties Jeno had bought for him. The sight brings a smirk to the older’s face.
He guides his secretary onto his back on his table, uncaring of the paperwork he’s crumpling or pushing away. He pulls off Jaemin’s shoes and bends his knees up, so that he can spread his legs open. Jaemin willingly complies, but the shame begins to sink in when his boss sits back down on his leather chair and thumbs on his inner thighs, staring at his almost naked lower half.
“So pretty,” Jeno murmurs, nosing in on his bare legs. Jaemin watches him with his bottom lip between his teeth, and a whimper involuntarily comes out of him when Jeno licks all the way from his hole to the base of his cock, wetting his panties with saliva. He then proceeds to leave kisses right next to the fabric covering his hole, very very slowly, so close but not close enough.
“S-Stop teasing.”
Jeno only chuckles. “But you’re so fun to play with, sugar.”
He whines, shaking his head. “Please,” he begs.
He hears Jeno hum, as if thinking about it. “Well,” he starts as he hooks a finger into the panties and pushes the lace aside, “since you’ve been such a good boy.” He pauses again to simply look – just to stare at the way Jaemin’s hole clenches and unclenches. Finally, he smiles. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Jaemin throws his head back when Jeno licks over his hole, immediately starting with quick circular motions. He then encloses his lips on it and begins sucking on the rim, making his secretary cry out. Good thing they’re the only ones left here.
“Look at you,” Jeno says right before spitting directly onto the wet and pink muscle. “Such a pretty hole.” He leans in to give one last suck before taking the panties carefully off of the younger, not forgetting his promise. Jaemin raises his hips and legs to help him.
Jeno is taking his sweet, sweet time as he retrieves the bottle of lube from his drawer, as he opens it and warms the liquid between his fingers, humming satisfied. Jaemin is itching, aching, dying to feel his touch. He shifts around on the table and whines softly, trying to catch the older’s attention.
It works, because Jeno finally approaches him with a dark chuckle.
“Needy,” he hums, still not touching his secretary. “Do you want it?”
Jaemin squeezes his eyes shut in horror and frustration. He opens them again to his boss waiting patiently. Quickly, he nods.
“Y-Yes, I do.”
“What do you want? Say it.”
“I want … I-I want your fingers.”
“Where do you want them?” At this point, Jeno’s free hand is roaming freely on Jaemin’s thigh, but it’s not close enough, not nearly close enough to where he wants it.
“Come on, sugar. Tell me. Tell me how you want me. Tell me where you want me.”
“I … I want your fingers i-in me. I-Inside my hole. Please, daddy, I-”
Jeno finally plunges a finger into him, all the way up to his knuckle.
“Good boy.” Jaemin squeezes his eyes shut when he feels a second finger quickly join the first, then they’re both slowly pumping in and out of him. Then suddenly there are three hitting his prostate and Jaemin’s back arches as a silent moan escapes him. He feels Jeno’s fingers curl up into him once more, causing him to sit up in surprise as he reaches down to grab at his boss’ wrist instinctively.
“W-Wait,” he catches his breath, and the seriousness in his tone makes Jeno stop at an instant. “Do you want to go to my place? T-The papers, we might … y’know …”
A wave of heat comes over his cheeks when he hears Mister Lee’s soft chuckle. “Alright then, sugar.” The secretary gets back into his clothes, before they begin clearing up Jeno’s table. Jaemin admits it’s hard to concentrate while half-hard, but it’s better this way than having to clean cum off the glass and possibly even ruining some files. So, he holds out until they get to Mister Lee’s car, until they’re dropped off by his chauffeur at his apartment, until they reach his unit, until they kick their shoes off, and until Jaemin’s being pushed up against the wall.
“S-Sir,” he whimpers as hands roam under his shirt, hickeys being painted onto his neck. He throws his head back when his boss sucks harshly by his collarbone, resulting in a thud on the wall behind him. “M-Mister Lee,” he gasps again when Jeno rolls his hips forward, “Sir, I-I haven’t locked the door.”
The CEO stops then, bringing his face up to look into Jaemin’s eyes for a few seconds. The younger gulps under his gaze, tensed up from the grip Jeno still has on his waist. He seems to be contemplating his decision, looking from Jaemin to the door, before finally moving away and letting him go.
“Alright then,” Jeno says with a gentle smile. He carefully takes his secretary’s chin between his fingers. “Lock the door, do what you must. I’ll wait for you in your bedroom. Okay?”
Jaemin nods earnestly, looking up at his boss with glassy eyes. Jeno lets him go with a soft chuckle and a shake of his head, then walks further into the apartment without another word.
He exhales heavily when Mister Lee is out of sight, body weight leaning on the wall. He looks up at the ceiling for a bit in a daze, before locking the door and making his way to his bedroom. When he gets there, he sees Jeno already sitting on the edge of his bed.
God, he really does look like a king. Blazer already off, one button of his collared shirt undone, leaning back with his palms behind him, and an expectant gaze on Jaemin when he catches sight of him.
Cautiously, Jaemin walks forward, closing the door behind him. He stops in the middle, just a few meters away from Jeno, the way he does too in his boss’ office every morning to tell him his schedule for the day. He bites down on his bottom lip, the way he also does when he’s slightly nervous or unsure. Patiently, he waits for Jeno’s instruction, the way he does every single hour, every single day. And when it comes, he always obeys.
“Strip.”
Jaemin has to hold back a whimper. With slightly shaky fingers, he reaches for his own belt, and begins unbuckling it. He drops it on the ground, thanking his past self for choosing to get wall-to-wall carpeting. He works on his pants next, fumbling with the button a few times before finally getting it right and unzipping carefully.
He hears his boss hum, and fuck, is he so flustered. He’s definitely more than half-hard, cock sitting tightly in his panties. He knows Jeno can see it through the length of his thin white button-up, knows he’s smirking even without having to look up. He’s about to reach for the edge of his shirt next, when Mister Lee speaks, “Enough. Come here.”
Jaemin sheepishly steps out of his clothes, then walks forward slowly. Jeno guides him onto his lap, his hands on Jaemin’s waist and Jaemin’s legs on either side of him. As soon as the younger’s hands come up around his neck, Jeno leans up to latch his lips onto his own.
Mister Lee is a hungry man. For success, for power, for dominance, and for Jaemin’s luscious sweet lips that taste of white sugar. His hands on Jaemin’s waist push him down so his ass is directly on his crotch. A smile etches onto his lips between their kiss when he feels the younger already moving around on his lap. He carefully pushes his shirt up from the back.
Jaemin gasps when he feels a harsh squeeze on his ass. The same hand spreads on his entire cheek, caressing, fondling, squeezing. He jerks forward when a loud slap is delivered onto it, moaning when his excruciatingly hard cock gets the tiniest bit of friction. He tries to get Jeno to do it again, pushing his ass out onto his hand. And happily, Mister Lee rewards him.
One slap. Two slaps. Three. Four. Five. Six. Jaemin shivers and gasps at every strike, but doesn’t stop kissing Jeno for hell. Doesn’t stop moving his hips on his lap, doesn’t stop wordlessly asking for more as he pulls the older closer with a grasp in his hair.
All too easily, Mister Lee notices. He smirks as he pulls away, the both of them gasping for air. Their foreheads link together as their chests rise and fall. Just before Jaemin tries to kiss Jeno again, he’s interrupted by his boss’ chuckle.
“Feisty today, aren’t we?” Jeno says lowly, making Jaemin bite down on his bottom lip as he looks away, pink on his cheeks. It’s not his fault his hot and sexy boss keeps making him feel so shy and flustered all the damn time.
The CEO’S gaze moves downward, and as if he’s the ocean and Jeno is the moon, Jaemin naturally gravitates towards the older. In contrast to his own sugar-sweet lips (or at least that’s what Jeno tells him), Mister Lee’s tongue feels like fire against his lips, spicy and a little bit bitter. Little by little, he can feel his shirt buttons being opened, the fabric falling loose on his frame before eventually being thrown to the side.
He shudders when he feels a light pressure right between his ass cheeks, a finger tracing over his crack and pressing over so slightly on his puckered hole under the thin lace. The next thing he feels is two big hands grasping his cheeks, before traveling north, then hooking onto the waistband of his underwear. Slowly, his panties are pulled down, the garter resting on the bottom of the curve of his ass.
A gasp escapes him when one hand spreads his cheeks, then two fingers lightly rub over his hole. They circle around it, over, and over, and over, before suddenly pressing down, hard. It sends Jaemin surging forward and releasing a breathy moan into his boss’ neck. “F-Fuck.” Jeno presses down a second time, massaging circles over the hole and making his secretary grip tightly onto his shirt as he gasps, the lube from earlier still making his skin sticky.
“Sugar,” the CEO whispers as he stops his movements and carefully pulls his panties’ waistband back up.
“Y-Yes, sir?”
Jeno ghosts his lips over his as he speaks lowly. “As you can see, my fingers are now a little messy. So, would you be a doll and take off my clothes for me?”
Jaemin can’t stop the way the ends of his lips curve up. Finally.
“Yes, daddy.”
He moves back a bit, just enough so he can untuck and undo Mister Lee’s shirt buttons, one at a time. His eyes grow bigger at every inch of skin that’s revealed. Once he’s got all of them undone, he carefully smooths his hands over Jeno’s chest, bringing the fabric with him as he pushes it back and over his shoulders. He knows the older is staring at him with a teasing smirk, so he tries to avoid eye contact as he takes the shirt off completely.
Next to work on is Jeno’s belt, which he takes off easily without moving much in his place. And finally, the main event.
Jaemin gingerly gets off of his lap, before planting his knees on the floor. He bites down on his lip when Mister Lee spreads his legs even wider, taunting him with the visible erection in his black slacks. Deft fingers begin to unbutton and unzip him, then they’re pulling the fabric all the way down. Jeno is left in his underwear, and god, Jaemin is going crazy.
Jeno is so fucking big, and so fucking hard. He can see a patch of wetness by the tip, pre-cum that has leaked out from all the foreplay. Jaemin would be embarrassed, but Mister Lee looks prouder than ever, flaunting how hard his cock has gotten, how aroused he currently is.
Jaemin doesn’t even realize he’s begun to gravitate towards it, until his nose is almost touching the clothed bulge. He subconsciously licks his lips, then looks up at his boss for a few seconds, asking for permission. Jeno hums, pleased by Jaemin’s politeness and manners. He gives his secretary a nod, and that’s all it takes.
A moan almost escapes Jaemin when he finally sees his cock. It’s certainly not his first time seeing it, definitely not his first time touching it either, and quite surely not his first time ogling at it. But god damn that is a big fucking cock. Jaemin has had many past relationships and partners, but no one has ever come close to the length in his hand right now. No matter how many times he’s seen it, touched it, placed it in his mouth and milked it dry, he still can’t quite wrap his head around the fact that Mister Lee is extremely, insanely, beautifully, well-endowed.
He forgets to ask for permission this time as he wraps his lips over the leaking tip, but Jeno doesn’t seem to mind as he simply hisses at the action and watches Jaemin continue through hooded eyes. Determined, Jaemin begins sucking, moving back and forth, taking in more and more of his cock each time. He makes sure to swirl his tongue around the tip too, and use his hands where his mouth can’t reach, twisting them and letting his saliva drip down the length. He fastens his movements, bobbing his head up and down, cheeks hollowed and lips tight around the girth as he’s rewarded by groans and whispered curses from his boss.
Now, Jaemin is an overachiever, always has been, in every aspect. He pushes himself to his limits, does his best, does more than what he’s sure he can do. And no situation is an exception to this trait of his. So, he takes his hands off of Jeno’s length, and without warning, he goes all the way down in a single second, so much so that he can feel the bulge Jeno’s cock has created in his throat. His pride swells when he hears Jeno’s loud moan, simultaneously throwing his head back. Jaemin holds still for as long as he can, swallowing around the length before pulling off.
It’s not even five seconds later when he does it again, taking Jeno all the way down his throat. But this time, he isn’t able to pull off when a hand on his head keeps him there. Suddenly Jeno is thrusting into his throat, moving his hips shallowly. Completely surprised, Jaemin’s eyes go wide, and he’s quickly tapping on the older’s thigh, telling him to stop as he nearly chokes. Just as instantly, Jeno lets him go and pulls away. Jaemin immediately coughs, eyes red and watery as he gasps for air. Once he’s calmed down a bit, a gentle, yet firm hand tilts his chin up. He meets Jeno’s stern expression with his own flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and glassy eyes.
“Do you want to stop?” Though the question seems kind, the way Mister Lee says it shows obvious displease, and more than that, condescendence. He’s challenging, testing if Jaemin will give up easily.
And of course, without hesitation, Jaemin shakes his head, despite the way his throat hurts like hell. He wants this.
Jeno sighs, feigning concern as he glides the back of his knuckles on the younger’s cheeks, while slowly pumping his own length, right in front of his face. “Are you sure? You look tired, sugar. I’m not so sure you can take it. Maybe we should stop for the night, hm? Don’t you think so?”
He’s teasing. Jeno Lee is teasing.
And Jaemin, well. Jaemin is desperate.
Too quickly, he shakes his head. “No, no, please-” he hiccups, tears forming in his eyes. “I-I can take it, I promise, I’ll take it. I can do it, please, please.” He begs fervently, holding onto Jeno’s wrists, trying to convince him.
Mister Lee smiles. He hums as he cups the younger’s jaw, gazing at his wrecked state. “You sure, baby? I don’t want to hurt you,” he says with a tone far from being genuine, and on his face a faux frown that quickly turns into a smirk when the secretary nods.
“Y-Yes, I’m sure.”
Jeno places a thumb over his lips, and out of instinct, the younger opens his mouth. Wide. Wide enough for the CEO’s thick cock to enter, slow but sure. Jaemin closes his eyes when he feels the tip hit the back of his throat, relaxing himself as he feels a hand make its way to his head, immediately creating a harsh grip on his hair.
Jeno thrusts experimentally once, twice. When Jaemin doesn’t show any signs of discomfort, he stops holding back. He hammers his cock into Jaemin’s throat, breathing heavily and releasing low grunts every now and then when he feels the younger still trying to use his tongue to further pleasure him. He thrusts faster, and faster, and faster, unminding the way tears begin to stream down Jaemin’s cheeks, making him all the more prettier.
Jaemin tries his hardest to swallow, to tighten around Jeno, to bring him closer and closer to his release. He wants to taste him, wants to feel his thick cum shoot down his throat, wants to hear his growls and curses. He keeps going, hollowing his cheeks and growing harder in his own underwear as well. He’s trying so, so hard not to choke, taking everything Jeno’s giving him. But right as he thinks he’s about to receive his reward, Jeno pulls out of his mouth entirely.
There’s no time to complain when Mister Lee suddenly stands up, fisting his cock furiously in front of his face. Instantly, he opens his mouth, tongue lolling out as Jeno looks down at him and moans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s it. Open wide for me, sugar. Let me see your pretty face covered in my cum.”
Just a few more strokes is all it takes before he’s painting thick, white stripes over Jaemin’s face, before directing the last of it right onto his awaiting tongue. The younger closes his eyes and moans at the feeling and the taste, nearly cumming untouched right then and there.
But he’s a good boy, and good boys ask permission before cumming. That’s what Jeno had told him when they first fucked, and he’s never once disobeyed.
The CEO exhales heavily as he finishes, pleased when he sees that Jaemin hasn’t swallowed or came. He pushes under the younger’s chin gently, then watches the bob of his adam’s apple as he swallows. He smirks at the sight. “Good boy.”
Jaemin keens at the praise, and patiently waits for Jeno to clean his face. But it doesn’t come. Instead, what he feels is a hand going into the front of his panties, grasping his cock and pumping it quickly. He instantly moans lewdly and grabs onto Jeno’s wrist, sobbing because he’s already so close.
“C-Can I cum, daddy, p-please let me-”
“Cum for me, sugar,” Jeno commands, and within a second, white spills onto his hand, some of it even reaching Jaemin’s stomach and the floor. Perhaps there are indeed times that wall-to-wall carpeting is not the best decision he’s ever made.
Jaemin’s chest heaves as he comes down from his high. He feels Jeno’s presence leave, then a moment later, there’s a hand cupping the side of his face and fabric wiping away the cum on his eyelids. When he finally gets to open his eyes, he’s immediately met with his boss’ handsome, Greek god of a face, expression-focused as he uses his own handkerchief to clean up the brunette’s face.
He lets Jeno maneuver him to sit on his bed, so he can wipe the cum that reaches his chest. Silence falls upon them, but neither of them really mind, or at least Jaemin thinks so. He just patiently watches his boss clean him up, legs closed and hands clasped together on his lap.
Once he’s done, Jeno straightens up and begins putting on his clothes.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Jaemin replies softly, backing up on the bed so his back meets the pile of pillows by his headboard. “Thank you. I really needed that.”
“Oh, I know you did,” Jeno chuckles, before he turns to the younger. “Thank you too.”
Jaemin gives him a small smile as he pulls the comforter over his legs, before pulling his knees to himself.
“Not gonna shower anymore?” Mister Lee asks as he buckles his belt. Jaemin shakes his head, a yawn escaping him. “Too tired. I’ll just do it in the morning.” He lays his cheek on his knees, watching Jeno’s figure absent-mindedly, smiling a bit when he sees Jellypong rub herself on his boss’ pants.
When Jeno stands up, he’s fully clothed except for his shoes, which are by the door. Jaemin raises his head then, still wrapped up in his blanket.
“I’ll get going,” Jeno says as he approaches the door. In response, Jaemin nods wordlessly, already feeling sleepy. The CEO chuckles at the sight of his half-open eyelids, but doesn’t mention anything of it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then. Get me some breakfast on your way in, will you?”
Jaemin becomes slightly more awake at the mention of work. “R-Right, of course. See you tomorrow, Sir.”
Mister Lee gives him one last look as he opens the door, smiling as he says, “Good night, sugar.”
When he hears no more noise outside his room, Jaemin flops down onto his back and sighs. He feels Jellypong come up to his bed and lay next to him, causing his gaze to drift down on the poof of orange fur by his knees. He sighs when he realizes how painful they will be in the coming days.
“Right,” he whispers to himself, staring at the ceiling. “God, what am I doing?” But he can’t help the smile that begins to form on his lips, and the giggles that begin to fall from them.
⏤
The next morning is relatively normal for Jaemin. His usual day starts with a little workout at the gym for an hour, then a nice shower for ten minutes, then he gets dressed and dries his hair, then he’s out the door to get his usual coffee order, along with Mister Lee’s and a couple of his other superiors at the cafe next to their building, then it's to his desk he goes. He’s efficient, to say the least. This has been his routine ever since he landed his job, trying his best to stay as long as he can.
Who is he kidding, this has been his routine since he was in college.
Still, he does his best to this day. The job pays well, he loves what he does, he’s good at following orders, he’s good at executing tasks, and he’s good at remembering everything Lee Jeno tells him.
After swinging by his desk to put down his things, he immediately goes to Mister Lee’s private office, hot black coffee and a breakfast sandwich in tow. He places the coffee in the mug his boss always uses, then places it on a leather coaster. The sandwich goes on a pretty plate, along with a fork, a knife, and a napkin. He organizes the desk and makes sure everything is ready for the CEO. Exactly seven minutes later, the door opens, and he falls to a low bow.
“Good morning, Sir.”
Jeno spares him a look. “Morning, Jaemin.”
The secretary quickly helps him with his things, taking the files in his hands and preparing his laptop. The older meanwhile takes a sip of his coffee as he takes his seat on his chair.
Without having to be asked, Jaemin stands in front of his boss with his clipboard as he reads his agenda.
“Good morning again, Sir. For today, you have a meeting at 9:15 with the advertising company, a meeting with the market researchers at 1:00, a meeting with the Kim Corporation at 3:30, then dinner with the Japanese clients at 7. You also have an appointment for a massage booked at 8:30 as you requested last Friday, but I can move it later if you wish.”
Mister Lee puts down his coffee, then cracks his neck from left to right.
“Yes, please move it an hour later. What about the proposal for the Golden Tigers Co.? What’s the progress with that?”
Jaemin doesn’t even need to take a glance at his clipboard. “The team assigned to the proposal told me they’re almost done when I called yesterday, they’re just doing some final revisions before submitting it for review to their team supervisor.”
He watches Mister Lee smooth his fingers over his brows. “Well, tell them to get their heads out of their asses because they've been working on that for three full days, and they haven’t even submitted anything to their lowest level superior. I expect a fully revised file on my desk tomorrow morning.”
The younger nods quickly. “Yes, sir. I’ll give them a call.”
Mister Lee clicks his tongue, opening a folder on his desk. “Anything else?”
“N-No, sir,” Jaemin shakes his head. He bows as a goodbye. “I’ll be back when it’s time to leave for the meeting. Have a good day, Mister Lee.”
The boss just nods and dismisses him without a word, already scribbling red all over the paper on his table.
The moment Jaemin is out of Mister Lee’s private office, he takes a deep breath in, and out. Nothing like a new day, a new opportunity to show the world what he’s got. He is going to fucking conquer today.
Eight hours later, Jaemin is tired as fuck. They’ve finished most of the agenda for today, the secretary of course accompanying his boss to every single one of them, taking notes of every single thing every person says, and following Mister Lee’s every step, making sure he doesn’t miss any detail. He pours him a glass of water before he can ask for it, hands over files before the older can even think of it, opens the car door before Jeno can even walk a step closer to it.
All that’s left now is the final dinner with possible clients from Japan. Jaemin had booked the restaurant weeks in advance, planned everything down to the T. The private room decorations, the dishes and drinks to be served, the music playing the background, and even the temperature of the air conditioning – they were all set by Jaemin, with respect to what he knows his boss likes.
Despite only having worked for Mister Lee for less than a year, he has already memorized by heart everything he likes, everything he loves, everything he hates, everything he looks for in every single thing in the world. Decorations must be minimalistic but not monochrome or boring. A three-course meal is always the best way to go, and drinks must always be champagne or aged wine. Music playing should be subtle and relaxing, but not to the point that focus is lost and sleepiness takes over. The room temperature should always be between 18 to 20.5 degrees celsius. Hot black coffee or English breakfast tea is a good idea if the meeting extends to a later time.
He knows everything that would make everything go well. He’s got control over all of this, it’s his responsibility, his job as Mister Lee’s secretary.
What he’s got no control over, however, is the tiredness that’s getting to his body. They’re still at the dinner, and Jaemin has just left the private room and called the massage place to tell them that they’ll need to reschedule again. It eventually ended with him having to argue very passionately with the staff about why they should make an exception for him and allow him to move the appointment to yet another, unsure day. Of course, they allowed it, because Jaemin did not back down until they did. It's for his boss, he wouldn't let this go for anything.
Just before he goes back into the private room, he decides to go to the bathroom first to splash some water on his face and wake himself up a little bit. He looks at himself in the mirror and wipes the droplets off his skin with the paper towel provided.
Wow, I look so fucking tired.
The secretary chuckles to himself as he shakes his head. “Well, I really am fucking tired.”
“Really?”
Jaemin nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears his boss’ voice, along with his figure coming out of the stall a couple of meters behind him.
“S-Sir,” he instantly bows in respect. “I-I didn’t know you were there. I apologize for my carelessness with my words.”
Mister Lee just chuckles as he proceeds to wash his hands, then dry them with his handkerchief. Jaemin has no choice but to watch the whole time, waiting patiently for his boss.
“Are you tired, Jaemin?”
The secretary quickly shakes his head. “No, sir. I’m okay.”
Jeno smiles then.
“Great. Save some more energy for later, I need you to check on some files at the office with me.”
The younger nods instantly, despite his body wanting to complain. “Of course, sir.”
Mister Lee hums as he walks toward his secretary. He wordlessly brings a hand down to the back of his thigh, moving up and tracing over the fabric of his pants until his palm is resting on Jaemin’s globe. He gives it a firm squeeze, smirking when the younger gasps.
He squeezes the opposite ass cheek too, before moving away and walking past him. “Come on now. Let’s finish this dinner.”