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꽃.ㅤㅤ( 𝓕𝑢𝔠𝒌 ) ／ㅤ𝔩𝓲𝒌𝑒ᆞᆞ 𝑨𝓷𝔦𝑚𝐚𝑙．

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽? .. 𝗇𝗈? .. 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? 𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝖧𝗒𝗉𝗈𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌.ㅤ／ㅤ 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟!𝐽𝑎𝑦, 𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑠/𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑡𝑠, 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡.ㅤ٭ㅤ危险──R𝑜𝑢𝑔𝒉 𝑠𝑒𝑥 (𝐼 𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑠), 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝒉 𝑓𝑖𝑔𝒉𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑚𝑦 𝒉𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟.

Competing wasn't your favorite pastime. Or well, that's what you liked to believe... until Jay showed up in your life. With his shirt always perfectly fitted, his expensive watch gleaming under the white office lights, and that arrogant little smile that made your blood boil (and other things it was better not to mention).

And working next to him felt like walking on fire. Always two steps ahead of you, always with a comment ready to make you roll your eyes—or bite your tongue so you wouldn’t sound like an idiot, or worse, make you look like one.

Especially because you knew he didn’t play fair. No, Jay had a natural talent for getting too close, for whispering something in your ear when no one was looking, making you lose focus on what was actually important. Sometimes he’d leave papers on your desk… along with notes that said, "Good 'luck' today!" followed by a damn wink drawn by hand.

Yeah... Son of a bitch.

You weren't planning on losing. Not the position. Not the ridiculous war that, frankly, was starting to feel more like a game of "who humiliates the other more, wins" than a serious work competition.

So when you saw him approach that day, leaning on your desk like it was his, you could only raise an eyebrow, cross your arms, and say:

"Did you lose your cubicle, Jay? Or are you here to cry about being below me on the project consideration list?"

His deep laugh—damn attractive, of course—vibrated through the air as he shrugged.

"Below you?" he repeated, tilting his head slowly in a way that made you swallow. "Doesn’t sound too bad when you say it."

And you, instead of pushing him away, could only smile slyly, cursing internally at how much you were enjoying that absurd low voice, enjoying all the possible scenarios where your hands would be caressing his naked body.

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Sure, before all this chaos, you and Jay... well, you weren’t exactly mortal enemies.

In fact, when you first started working, there were moments when you could even call him "jayjay." You’d sit in the same meeting room, share stolen coffees from the kitchen machine, sometimes help each other out with the reports for the meetings, talk about the secretary and the boss, and laugh together at the accounting boss—Heeseung—who always forgot to mute his mic during video conferences and you could hear him eating ramen, etc.

Everything was tolerable. Fun, even.

But then, the announcement came.

A new position. Promotion. Raise. A private office with a window and all those things that felt like heaven after months (years, to be honest) of surviving in gray cubicles and chairs that squeaked just by breathing.

And the moment the boss uttered those magic words, something shifted in the air.

Jay glanced at you sideways, and you returned his gaze, both of you stopping your laughter, and in that moment, you both understood the same thing: neither of you was going to let the other win.

From that instant, the cold war began.

Jay started staying late, preparing presentations that looked like they were from a luxury ad agency. His watermark even looked that expensive.

You started adding visual details to your reports, using graphs, animations, even designing project covers like you were a frustrated graphic designer—some ideas stolen from Pinterest, but who the hell cares about that.

Mostly because Jay always had something more, something better.

Always.

If you arrived early, he was already there, with two coffees on the table, one for him and one (of course) for you, just to then say, "I don't want you to lose from lack of energy, we don’t know what could happen."

If you made a creative proposal, even if you’d asked “a little” help from chatgpt, he’d show up with something that looked like it was designed by Google.

It wasn’t personal. Of course not.

Until it started to be.

Because you couldn’t help but notice it. Every time your project was praised, Jay would smile... but then his eyes would darken, calculating and sharper.

Every time you laughed in a meeting at some useless comment, he’d look at you like you were the only loud one who wouldn’t hesitate to shut up by shouting.

Every time your boss said, "Well done, [...]! I’d like to see more of that proposal, come see me after the break," you could see Jay squeezing his pen, as if he were going to break it between his fingers.

Competing had never felt so... addictive.

It had never been so personally exciting.

Things finally exploded one Friday night when the entire building seemed to have fallen silent, except for the damn clacking of keys and the sound of frustrated, tired sighs with no real escape.

Your cubicle and his were barely separated by a thin wall, too thin not to hear him breathe, clear his throat, laugh quietly... or make some sharp remark.

"Need any help, [...]?"

Jay asked, with that voice full of false innocence.

"I mean, if you want me to check your project before you make a fool of yourself... you don’t have to beg me by torturing the poor keyboard with your fingers."

You rolled your eyes, not even turning to look at him. You already knew his expression.

"Help? From you?" you replied, letting the pen fall onto the desk with a small thud. "Ha. Don’t take offense, but I’d rather lose the opportunity than copy your... whatever the hell you call your style."

You heard him get up from the chair. The slight creak. The sound of his steps approaching and how he rolled up his sleeves.

“Don’t take offense?”

He shot, now right behind your cubicle, looking at you barely over the thin cardboard wall.

“Coming from someone who makes PowerPoint graphics like they're a starving designer... Well, I’m really flattered. At least mine isn’t complete fucking shit.”

“Complete shit?” You turned, glaring at him. “Don’t you have another place to vomit your nonsense, Park?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Jay let out a short laugh, but it was loaded with venom.

“Nonsense and me in one sentence?” He leaned slightly over the cubicle wall, too close, too arrogant.

“Come on [...], admit it... you're scared shitless. You couldn’t stand losing to me... though I think you already did. You’re just throwing desperate kicks with your boring presentations, you used to be good, but well, that was because I was the one helping you.”

That was the last straw.

Without thinking, you stood up, your hand gripping tightly at the collar of his t-shirt—that one which probably cost more than your rent—dragging him without warning into the empty meeting room.

He just let out a laugh, stumbling slightly, following you without resistance, like he was enjoying every second of seeing you angry.

You slammed the door behind you with a dull thud, not hesitating to lock it and lower the blinds.

Both of you were breathing heavily. The air in the small room became thick, charged with warm air in seconds.

Jay shook himself a little, adjusting his shirt, looking you up and down with those dark eyes that you couldn’t tell if they were challenging you or undressing you. The same ones you’d place on him when he was in a meeting or talking to another worker.

“What’s the matter, [...]?” he asked with a dangerous tone.

“Did you finally give up and are you going to ask me to be gentle when I fuck you and win that position?”

You smiled, stepping a step closer.

Or maybe it was him who closed the distance. It didn’t matter anymore.

“You have so much confidence for someone who only knows how to brag.” you whispered, so close that you could smell his cologne, a mix of wood, coffee, and something too overpowering to be fair.

Jay tilted his head slightly, his lips brushing the edge of a lopsided smile.

“Brag?” he whispered. “No, [...]. If I wanted to brag, I’d already have you pinned against this table.”

And honestly, at that moment, fighting was the last thing you wanted to do.

It was the last thing either of you did because the distance between you and Jay kept growing more tense, the words colliding in the air with each breath.

The small space of the meeting room became suffocating, and the brush of his body against yours felt like a constant reminder that, at this moment, neither of you was willing to yield, to show submission.

Until you made the first move.

With a swift motion, you pushed him back, forcing him against the table with a dull thud that echoed through the walls of the room. Jay, surprised by the sudden force, tried to regain control of himself, but his hands only grazed the edge of the table. The light in his eyes dimmed for a moment, but you didn’t mention it. Words weren’t necessary.

You took another step, pressing Jay’s face down against the table with a firm hand on his chest. He didn’t move, but his breathing became heavier, almost like a gasp, deeper, as if he had felt the shift of whatever this was.

“I’d rather see you against the table.” you said softly, not breaking eye contact. Your tone was different, deeper, more playful. The sarcasm you always carried as a shield faded away.

Jay couldn’t help but smile, but there was something nervous in his expression. He knew you had noticed. The control, the same control he always thought he had, was no longer in his hands.

“What are you... doing...?” he asked, his voice softer than usual, as if he was finally feeling the situation slip out of his hands.

You didn’t give him a chance to speak another word. With a quick motion, you placed your other hand on his neck, not applying too much pressure, but enough for him to feel that, at that moment, his freedom depended on you.

“What am I doing? What I’ve always wanted...” you said, your words sounding more like a warning than a sentence. “Shutting your dirty mouth for once.”

Jay swallowed, feeling the pressure on his neck increase, but not violently. It was subtle, gradual. You controlled each second, making it harder for him to breathe.

And that was when he saw you had made the first move. You had dropped that ‘mask’ you’d been wearing, showing a side of yourself he hadn’t expected, but deep down, he loved.

He wasn’t on the defensive anymore. He wasn’t the "arrogant" one you used to answer back to, the one you always kept at arm’s length.

Now, he was the one starting to panic.

“And you think it works?” he asked, his voice lower, almost whispered.

It wasn’t the same raised voice from before, nor that confident smile he always carried. Only a fragile line of a leader quickly fading.

“Mmh, maybe I’ll need other... resources.”

You responded with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. You leaned in a little closer, noticing how his jaw tightened, how his hands gripped the table, searching for something to hold on to, but finding only cold.

The room was thick with tension.

You had already won. But what hurt Jay the most wasn’t losing the position at this stage of the game, but that he had been cornered by you. You, the one who had always kept a relaxed attitude, emotional distance, and those stupid, absurd ideas. Now, in that small space, he was the one losing control of everything he had planned.

It didn't take long for things to take a more... dangerous turn.

The sound of the fluorescent lights created a background melody, while the thickened air remained tense. Both of them knew something had shifted, and they knew it all too well.

Jay stayed there, leaning against the table, breathing heavily, his shirt slightly unbuttoned. The force with which you had pushed him, the way you had dominated him, left him speechless. And the most ironic thing was that, instead of feeling humiliated, something inside him twisted, yearning for more.

Each breath became faster, more erratic, and their heartbeats seemed to match the same rhythm, as if the universe had paused for a single moment, allowing the rivalry to transform into something more tangible, something more flexible.

Your hands were no longer a threat. They were a confession. Each touch on his skin became a mark, a reminder that he no longer controlled anything. Jay, who was once used to being the leader, now seemed to be desperately searching for a balance that had never existed.

One of your hands was squeezing his hips against yours, but you weren’t doing it with the violence you had before. No. Now there was a calm in your movements, a new patience. And, as you settled back into him slowly, the temptation was no longer just physical, but mental.

“I knew you’d sound so cute moaning my name, precious.” you told him as soon as you started moving, your voice so low and soft it was almost like a caress, though the words were empty. As you spoke, your face neared his, your lips just centimeters from his ear.

Jay’s breathing was ragged, his hands now trapped beneath the weight of your body. He tried to move, but his muscles seemed to fail him, and all he could do was feel. Feel how every part of you imposed itself on him, in him, how you stripped him of all the control he thought he had.

“Come on... Am I the loudmouth now? Is it too much for you?” you continued, never losing the rhythm. “Now is when I really need that mouth.”

Honestly, you didn’t expect a reply. Your body leaned into him, and the temperature in the room seemed to rise with each move you made. You felt him against you, noticing how his muscles tensed, as if, finally, he was acknowledging that the rules of this game had changed. You had taken control, finally.

It was funny, because as far as you can remember, you were standing in front of him, pulling down his pants, and all you could hear was his nails digging into the dark wooden table.

"I'm going to suck it until you're begging me to fuck your ass.. until you're sobbing and screaming for my goddamn cock.” You told him as soon as you pulled down his boxers, looking at the erect cock, dripping precum all over his shaft.

You had that perverted smile on your face, licking your lips before you wrapped your lips around the swollen head of Jay's cock, your tongue flicking out to lap at the leaking slit. You groaned at the way Jay's cock throbbed and jerked against your lips, it was pulsing with need, desperate for more of your touch.

What you clearly did by bobbing your head slowly, your tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of Jay's shaft. You could feel the thick vein running along it, could feel the way it throbbed and jumped with each beat of Jay's racing heart. It made you moan around his mouthful of cock, the vibrations traveling up Jay's shaft and making him gasp.

Your hands didn't torture themselves by sliding around to grip Jay's ass, squeezing the firm globes as you sucked him harder, faster.

You could feel the way Jay body trembled and shuddered, could hear the desperate, broken moans spilling from his lips. It spurred you on, made you suck even harder over his tip, take more of Jay into you greedy mouth.

A whimper escaped Jay's lips, that same sigh that made you smile, a subtle touch of triumph that made it clear and that made you turn back to reality. Where you were grabbing Jay's hips hard enough to bruise, yanking him back against the thick, throbbing length of your cock. You could feel it leaking, pulsing with a desperate need to be buried inside jay's tight, virgin ass once again.

“You think you can just taunt me like that, like the cocky little bitch you are, and not face the consequences?” you punctuated the words with a sharp smack to Jay's ass, watching the round cheek jiggle and redden under your palm.

You couldn't resist any longer, not when you had a round, perfect ass waiting to be filled. You pushed forward, the thick head of your cock popping past that tight ring of muscle, sinking into the scorching heat of Jay's ass.

You groaned at the feeling, your eyes rolling back in his head as Jay walls clenched and fluttered around you, trying to push you out.

"Fuck.. you're so goddamn tight even after putting three fingers in you." you panted, fighting the urge to just slam forward, to bury yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You forced yourself to go slow, to push in inch by careful inch, letting Jay feel every throbbing, pulsing inch of the cock as it stretched him open.

"Ugh, shit... I want.. more.. fucking deep..." Jay groaned, his voice pitching higher with each word as your cock sank deeper into his tight heat. Jay's eyes squeezed shut, dark lashes fluttering against his angular cheeks as he fought to process the intense, overwhelming sensations.

Both of your clothes were slightly disheveled—belts loosened, zippers partially undone, pants around your ankles, the buttons of Jay’s shirt half unfastened, and his fingers clawing at the table as if that might give him something to hold onto, even though the real struggle was happening inside his mind. Every part of him wanted more, but his instincts betrayed him, keeping him exactly where you wanted him.

You didn't know how to stop anymore, as soon as you felt his insides get used to your size, your hips became pistons and your nails dug into his skin. Your balls were sticking against his, it was somewhat addictive as it filled the room with the sound, just like you used to imagine it would all those times when he would interrupt your chances to talk with your boss.

"S-stop! [...]! U-ugh... I can't.." Jay whimpered as he felt his cock rubbing itself against the edge of the dark wood. He turned his head sideways, letting you see him frown, biting his lower lip and looking at you with forgiveness. Damn, just like you dreamed.

Was it all too much for him? Of course. It wasn't normal for someone like him to be getting his dick like a prostitute on a Friday night. Although it seemed that way, judging by the way his tears were running down his face for every time you gave him a deep thrust, letting him feel a nice bulge against his tummy.

Your eyes darkened with a feral, possessive light as you watched Jay come undone beneath him, his beautiful and delicious hot liquid was between the wood, his stomach and his shirt. You watched him trembling, moaning and clenching down on your cock like the desperate slut he was.

You could feel the way Jay's body yielded to you, the way his tight, abused hole fluttered and squeezed around your shaft, trying to pull you in deeper, to keep you buried inside. This was better than using a egg toy.

"That's it... A-ahh.. fucking take it."

You growled with a voice a low, menacing rasp. You only gripped Jay's hips hard enough to bruise, slamming forward the last few inches that were outside his beautiful channel, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. He could feel your heavy balls slap against his ass in a better way, you felt proud as you watched Jay's body jerked forward from the force of it, the desk creaking beneath.

"U-ugh... [...], p-please.."

“Shut up. You fucking needed this, didn't you, whore?" —you taunted, rolling your hips, grinding your cock against Jay's prostate.

You could feel it, that special spot deep inside Jay that made him see stars, that made him cry out and clench down on your shaft like his life depended on it.

"You needed to feel my cock splitting you open, claiming this tight little cunt.. fucking making it mine just to keep you quiet."

Jay did nothing but throw his head forward, moaning and silencing the screams that spelled your name. But was the sight of his ass bouncing, the way his ring swallowed your cock like a pro that make you feel your own release approaching, your balls tightening, your phallus pulsing and throbbing deep inside Jay's cheeks. You were close, so fucking close to filling this slutty hole with his seed, to claiming Jay in the most primal way possible.

Jay body was trembling beneath you, you could clearly hear the desperate, wanton moans spilling from his lips. That only turned you on more, made you fuck his tight heat with even more ferocity, determined to make this slut beg for your cum—although you only needed a little more to be as shaky as he was, to scream your name until it was the only thing he knew.

"Just... fucking... cum!"

Jay punctuated each word with a sharp, desperate buck of his hips, trying to impale himself even further on your throbbing cock. A needy gasp escaped him, the sound catching in his throat and morphing into an unhinged moan.

You groaned, gripping Jay's hips tighter, fingers sinking into the firm flesh of his ass, as you rutted into him with wild abandon. The desk beneath was shaking with each powerful thrust, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing obscenely in the room.

Your breathing grew even more erratic, your hands trembling slightly as you tried—vainly—to keep up the façade. But you couldn’t. You needed this. You’d been holding back only to watch that boy, the one who always bragged about being the best, being the leader, now begging you, begging you for your milk.

You leaned down, putting your chest against his back just to take his limp, sensitive cock, stroking it in time with your relentless thrusts. You could feel it pulsing in your grip, leaking cum all over your fingers.

"Yknow? I want to feel this greedy hole squeezing my cock... milking me for every last fucking drop."

Yeah.. It had been minutes fucked him through it, pounding Jay's prostate, forcing him to take every inch of your veiny meat as your spilled hot and hard into the tight clutch of his ass. You knew it was time, but damn, you had to use that ass no matter what.

"[...] I swear to God—if.. if you don't cum in me... I'll crush you at the conferen!..."

You roared, slamming into Jay—finally—one last time before burying yourself to the hilt. Your cock jerked and throbbed, painting Jay's inner walls with thick ropes of your seed, marking him, claiming him, owning him utterly.

You collapsed against Jay's back, your hips still twitching as the last spurts of your release pumped into the boy.

You could feel Jay's body shuddering, hear the choked sobs and gasps of ecstasy spilling from his lips, and you knew you had ruined him. Known that Jay would never be the same, that he would always be yours, no matter what.

"Mgh.. shit was good, but.. I'll still be better than you." You whispered into his ear, gently licking and biting it.

"Also... I was recording our... Lovely session. You dare to surpass me and you're dead, Park Jongseong."

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⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ݁⠀⠀،،⠀⠀메모 ! ㅤ⸻ㅤ Do you guys hate me? Yeah, I would too. Sorry for disappearing for so long, I was just focused on college stuff! Oh, and perfecting some stories. 🫠

Honestly, I was nervous writing this. It's been a while since I've written smut, not as 'explicit' as Sunghoon's! I still hope you like this one too.︐⠀📍

⠀𝒊. ⠀─⠀ All credits to @angelsfat3 / @foschiamara⠀𝄒

. . . ₍⠀아이디어 !ㅤ⸻ㅤfeel free to leave requests! <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>⠀₎⠀ ִֶָ