“you’re such a good girl.”
prompt #105 with jumin, in which he stays impressively professional. nsfw.
Charismatic. Gracious. Businesslike. Not at all with his wife between his legs and her fingers wrapped around his cock. That is how he needs to come across.
“Governor Nam,” he greets. “To what do I owe this honor, sir?” Perfect.
“Mr. Han! Please allow me to offer my sincerest apologies for calling so late; I heard from your father that today is your birthday and merely called to offer my well wishes… ”
Your tongue darts past your lips to swipe over his throbbing head. Jumin gnaws on the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning, but there’s no stopping the way his eyes roll back in his head, the way his limbs turn to jelly.
“I appreciate you making the time, sir. My father told me you’re busier than ever as of late, with the investor meetings and all. How are they going?”
You ease him into it, swirling your tongue over his tip until his thighs are trembling beneath your fingertips; then, without warning whatsoever, you sink your mouth down on his cock until it’s hot and pulsing against the back of your throat. Jumin’s head knocks back against the headboard.
“Yes, sir. That can definitely be arranged. I’m sure my father and I could use the vacation.” You gag purposefully around his cock, the walls of your throat closing around him in a way you know he adores; his mouth goes slack, breath leaving his lips in a muffled huff. “I hear Laucala Island is beautiful this time of year.”
A single hand strokes down to curl in your hair, long fingers forming a fist and pulling you in against his hips. As if to commend you, to urge you. More. Please.
“I look forward to it as well,” he says. “Thank you so much again for calling, Governor Nam. Have a great rest of your night.”
He hangs up, puts his phone away, and you gag for real when he thrusts up into you, hips slapping against your face, the absolute hunger in his eyes sending a wave of arousal gushing from your cunt.
“You’re such a good girl.” The words cascade from his tongue in a coarse rasp, the breathiness in his voice telling you he’s close. “You did so well for me, angel. So fucking well. A-ah, so fucking well.”
Tears prick at the corner of your eyes when he begins to fuck your mouth: slowly, deeply, so much so that the room is filled with the sounds of your dribbling lips around his cock. Your hands cling to his lips, your throat stinging and mouth clamping down from the sheer depths that he’s reaching, until, inevitably, finally —
Jumin’s entire body stiffens, his hand falling out of your hair, broken moans of profanities and your name falling from his parted mouth. You relish in the release that surround your tonsils and lap at the droplets that leak down the side of his cock, waiting him out.
He sinks back into the mattress when with eyes slanted shut, chest heaving, two shaking words on the tip of his tongue.
“Come here.”
