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hoseoksactualass · 5 years

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[5:11 p.m.] say when

The afternoon air is crisp with Jin's breath on your neck and the haunting face of Miss Hwang and her bony fingers everytime you try to close your eyes. She was a pert manager, but aged, with the crown of wrinkles around her tight lips. Strict and straight off a teledrama though she was the last thing you wanted to think about. Jin's lips were soft against your neck.

"I know I could make it before the deadlines - ," you utter, listless on his lap, but his hands on your waist held you up. " - but when they're near, they just haunt me." Stressed out. Jin was a few seconds away from shutting you up, but he had to debate with how much he was a sucker for you weak and sluggish for him. On him. He kissed up your jaw. "And Miss Hwang - she - makes me so - nervous," you breathed out, tilting your head back.

"Can you - ," he kissed the corner of your lips, his hands hiking up your blouse so his skin could burn on yours. " - not talk about your manager - when we're like this?," he chuckled, with a squeak or two in between. Of course he was one to find the whole situation weirdly funny. But hot. He was half-hard. Through the shit fabric of your slacks.

"Yeah - yeah," you shook your head, in an attempt to shake off your nerves.

"Let me just - ," he smiled, sheepishly, but his fingers hooked quickly at the waistband of your slacks. " - yeet this off," he wiggled it lower.

"Yeet? That's... don't use that," you sighed, pushing yourself up with your hands on his shoulders so you could kick the slacks off.

"Yeah, I figured, but you were talking about Miss Hwang while I was giving you hickeys, so I thought - "

"Just shut up," you exhale into his mouth when you sit back down. There's a miniscule vibration on your lips from a small moan of his.

It's one thing for him to point out that the instant solution for sorrow is a good fuck. And it's another for him to be grinding his greed up into you, as if he'd mapped it out since daybreak. Now, he wants your panties off.

You pulled at his shirt, grabbing the fabric in fists, your loose breaths humid against each others' faces. He pulled his shirt off. To the carpeted floor it went along with any hesitation you both had for a good, day's end fuck.

"Off - let me see - take this off," he mumbled against your lips, trying to pull your buttons apart, but his cotton fists were unforgiving, and the both of you were now possessed in hefty laughter, his shoulders rickety. You managed to pull the blouse off yourself. "There - so pretty," he mewled, and your lips found each other again quite hard. His hands made your little hairs stand, caressing the span of your back before unclasping your bra.

Jin's lips look plump and rosy when you pull yourself off for a breather. His eyes are audacious on your chest. His boner, too, under his sweats. With the tag on.

"Up a little - there," he said as you lift your hips up so he could pull your underwear off, the wet slick pathetic and blatant, but making him a few more sensations away from an orgasm. When you straddle his lap again, he feels softer, and for a second, you think about just snuggling into his warmth, lift the heaviness off your work boots.

Jin's dick was something to sweat over. The whole girth needed a good stretch, but now the white office lights were all you could think about, and you were beating yourself up, strung out, like an athlete that needed words of encouragement more than a warm up, and Jin was beginning to think that your labored breaths were panic, and not because you wanted him inside you this instant.

His hands soothed your body down, resting on your hips. A little shy, but comforting.

"You're okay," he rubbed.

"I'm okay."

"You're beautiful."

"I - okay." Inhale. Exhale.

"And I want you so bad," he squeezed.

"You - me, too."

"Let me touch you," he whispered, barely any voice there. His hand massaged down your thigh, inching towards your heat. He looked at your stain on his sweats, and now all his mind could register was the thought of how good it felt to fuck you. His finger slid across the folds. "So wet."

Your hands were jittery on his shoulders, but now it was because you wanted him inside you.

"Should I - fingers first?," he asked, blinking up at you. You thought he'd need his specs to fuck and see you properly, but on second thought, it'd fog and ruin it.

"Please," you whined, in an almost pathetic octave. You felt every inch of his finger pushing in you. He curled it once he was knuckle-deep. When you first met him, it was hard to believe he'd be knowing what to do in bed. But now, your cunt squelched, and it was almost disgusting what little things he did did to you. "Oh - Jin - "

"Good?," he exhaled, his eyes searching yours. Curious, but not enough to look frenzied. Although he was.

You nod, knitting your eyebrows. You hung your head to watch his finger rhythmically move. It was hitting it so good, tears welled up in the corner of your eyes. He could feel every quake of your hips make its way up your whole body. The jiggle of your breasts and the squeezing of your hands on his shoulders.

"Wait - waitwaitwait - ," you squealed, grabbing his wrist. "I... want you. Now."

"You don't want to cum yet? Like this?"

"I - just - let me fuck you," you said. Jin almost choked. Half-realistically and half parts to show you how enslaved he was when you were last-ditched to fuck. "I'll say when." - when your hips would give out, you meant.

"The only two times I hear say when is when the waiter's grating my cheese - ," he breathed out, stupidly enough, as you shimmied his sweats and boxers low enough. He was hard. Leaking, if you will. " - and when you ride me - ah - nggh - ," he moaned as you lowered yourself on him.

"Stop - talking," you choked out, raising your hips to bring them down again.

Jin was supposed to go on about how he didn't want anyone saying when in any of those two situations, because he was a slut for cheese and you riding him, but now you were riding him, and although he wanted to laugh it out, he threw his head back. Jaw slack. A moaning mess.

"God - Jin - ," you leaned towards him so your lips and whimpers tickled his skin. There was so much surface area for his skin to flush, the whole room looked red and steamy.

"Ah - sh-shit - ," his eyes were shut, his clutch tight on your hips. It was taking a lot of his tenacity not to just immobilize you and fuck himself up into you, but then it'd be like fucking a cadaver, and that... was something Jin loathed thinking about. Not like he thought about it. "F-Faster - please - "

The way he begged.

"Y-Yes, _____ - l-like that - agngh!," he moaned, forced breaths lodged in between each word. It was difficult to deny the tension in your thighs. But each bounce earned you that sound he made, through the scrunches of his face, because he didn't want you to see him revel in all of it, but that way, you were only seeing it more.

Just the sensation of your walls around him already sent. It was one thing to feel you around his fingers, but a whole new dimension to fill you up to the brim with his dick. You kissed his jaw.

"I - fuck, Jin - ," your hips stuttered. Your thighs quaked. "Fuck me - now - ," you breathed.

Jin was in no mood to hesitate. You had strung him out, milking the heavenly love out of him, and if that streak of ecstasy was gonna fade out, it wouldn't be today. He propped you down on the couch, it was nearly uncomfortable. Hovering over you, his breath smelled like mouthwash and aftershave, and perhaps, maybe he loved their flavours too much, but now you felt the tip of his dick pushing in you, and you had no idea what the fuck to think again.

"Jin! - nggh - ," you cried, gripping at the foam of the couch, but they were tucked in too tight, sheets you couldn't grasp and mess up, unlike those of your bed. Jin held the couch lest he fucked you into cloud 9.

"Yeah? Does it - nngh - feel - good?," he breathed, his voice pitchy, withdrawn of composure.

"Yes - god - fuck - ," you mewled, throwing the back of your hand over your face, because you felt how incredibly red you had become, but he wasn't having any of it. Let him see you.

"Don't - ," he breathed out, taking your hand away from your face. He chuckled a bit, licking his lips, because there. That was his girl, and he was fucking her, and making her feel like that. "You're - really pretty."

You were a second away from turning your head to the side, but Jin snapped his hips, it almost hurt, but it hit the right spot, and now, you were just as much of a mess as he was. He was putty. Above you. Melting into your skin.

Jin fucked you. He was hissing through his teeth, his abdomen tight. The living room was dimlit, but the natural light casted the perfect shadow on your tits. He knew Director Jungkook would correct him on this, but Direc Jk hadn't seen your tits. And Jin assured himself that he was never going to let anyone look at them this way. He groaned like the sounds would spill into your own mouth, agape, sucked on, and crimson. His cock twitched inside you; the more he grasped on the thought of fucking you, the more your sounds closed around his burning ears, the more his balls felt like exploding.

"Jin - Jin - right there - fuck!," you held tight, caught in a mantra of his name you would both find funny later.

"Yeah? - God - I'm gonna - ," his hips were losing rhythm, but every movement made you more sensitive. Both your bodies trembled against each other, and a white noise of a coming orgasm made every sense vivid -

"Cum inside me," you whimpered. That. Got him. Good. He sounded strangled, growling but it sounded cute, and he grinded his hips against yours - "Shitshitshit - there," - you could feel every spurt of warm cum coating your walls, and when you clenched, it was almost like you were asking for more.

The seconds you took to inhale the breaths you'd lost seemed quick. He was laying on you, but careful not to disrupt your pants. Every rigidness of your bodies softening against each other under the after-sex warmth and the sunset that seeped in.

"I'm... are you okay?," he mumbled.

You breathed. "Yeah."

"Feel better?"

"Yeah."

"Everyone's missing out on you, you know that?," he laughed against your neck.

"Missing out on this sex?"

"Yes. It's amazing. It's mine. Let's sleep now."

"Like this?,” you ask.

Snoring.

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