GUNIL’S GRIP ON THE CAMERA IS STRONG AND STEADY, just like each thrust of his hips that sends your body jolting against the dark sheets of his bed.
The faint click of the tripod being adjusted earlier still lingers in your head, reminding you of how exposed you are right now - caught under him, every moan, every twitch of your frame being recorded in perfect detail.
But you don’t really care about any of that. You don’t care about how you look in the red lingerie he bought specifically for tonight, or how your moans sound for the video, if they’re too high, too desperate or too needy.
The only thing your mind can focus on is him. Your boss. The man who shook your hand during your job interview with a polite smile and now presses you against the mattress with hunger that’s anything but professional. The CEO everyone else only ever sees in a tailored suit… now, drips with sweat before your eyes, groaning uncontrollably, because out of all the perfect faces that probably throw themselves at him daily, he picked you.
The setting makes it worse because you can see yourself living here - his apartment is nothing like his sleek, sterile office. It’s warm and elegant, dimly lit with wide glass balcony doors that are open just enough to let in a cool breeze; to keep reminding you that anyone out there could look up and see the blurred outline of two bodies moving together.
Though you know it’s impossible, the urge bubbles in you anyway - to let the entire city know that you’re the chosen one. Your voice echoes in his expensive walls.
“Stay with me, sweetheart.” He brings you back into the moment with his authoritative voice. “Your pussy has more to give me.”
He lowers the camera, capturing your tight grip; along with the wet, obscene sounds erupting from it. But never your face - he was insistent on that from the beginning. Though he’d love to show off the beautiful face under him contorted by raw euphoria, he strictly films only your bodies, the romantic luxurious lace, the way your breasts bounce from his thrusts.
“So beautiful,” he muses raspily, his spare hand roaming over the delicate lace until his thumb slips lower, circling your clit in perfect rhythm with his measured gliding. “Did you get all dolled up just for me?”
Your head tilts back as you nod desperately, your breath stuttering.
But Gunil doesn’t take this as an answer. His pace doesn’t falter as the camera records his voice, magnificently controlled - enough to make a woman orgasm with a single audio clip.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” you mewl, the word tumbling out between shaky moans. “Yes, I d-did… all for you, daddy.”
He chuckles, low and satisfied. Once, his hips hit harder, capturing the moment your hands grasp helplessly on the dark sheets, like you’re minutes away from breaking apart. However, his thumb remains on your clit, circling faster.
“All for me?” His eyes flick from the screen back to your body that arches beautifully as his cock speeds up. “Is it because daddy’s the only one who can make you feel this way, hm? Tell me.”
“Yeah,” you moan weakly. “You… you make me—God, please…”
“Speak properly, princess,” he demands, thumb pressing mercilessly; the added pressure causes your sounds to rise into whining. “I’m your boss. I own this body, say it.”
These stern words force your eyes open; there’s mascara smeared beneath your lashes, your favorite lipstick, the one that always made you feel confident, has long been kissed away. But you’ve never felt more beautiful, more wanted than you do now, with the knot of pressure in your core threatening to snap.
“You… you own my body… fuck, d-daddy—” a sudden sob of pleasure escapes you as your eyes squeeze shut again. “My body is yours...”
“Good girl, that’s right.” His praise comes through a deep moan as he now pounds into you harder, cherishing every pulse of your pussy walls. The erotic slapping of skin grows louder, more insistent and lewd with each passing second; a vast contrast to his gentle touch from earlier. “It’s not that difficult to answer me when I want you to, right, sweetheart?”
“No, daddy, it’s not.” you whimper, biting your lip harshly as the warmth low inside you starts to feel dangerously overpowering. “I’ll be good...”
“That’s right,” he says almost tender, though his pace never eases. “Don’t hold back,” he then coaxes, “cum for me. Right now.”
And you do.
The camera tilts slightly, recording the shaking of your legs, the arching of your whole body as you fall apart under his command; your transparent fluids spray out of you the second his cock pulls out, letting you release it all.
“Good girl…” he mutters, his voice almost dark with awe. “Cumming so hard for me...”
He pushes himself back into you smoothly, gliding fiercely straight away. As he takes a second to adjust the angle, the camera catches a good shot of the fine frame that the viewers know so well and love - tanned glistening skin and toned, defined abs now shiny and wet, tensing from pleasure.
“Will you—“ your voice is almost a sob from the impact of the rush. “Will you cum inside me? Please… I need it, daddy.”
“Gonna take every single drop?” He asks through gritted teeth.
“Yes, please— fill me up, I can take it.”
“Shit—“
A heavy moan escapes Gunil’s chest but he never loses focus on the sight of your pussy squeezing him like it was made for it.
Your pleading whimpers continue ringing in the air, dizzying him with their arousing tune as he lowers the camera for a close up - where you stretch around his cock that’s shining with slick.
His free hand shifts to press against your thigh, holding you wide open as he slams into you one last time, strong and steady.
The sound he makes when he spills inside you is indescribable, so raw and different from what you’re used to hearing from him. Your pussy twitches at the sound, at the exciting view of his body trembling briefly from the aftershocks.
He rolls his hips for a moment, forcing every last drop of cum deeper. When his breathing slows a bit, he pulls out slowly, capturing the creamy mess that starts leaking from you.
His hazy eyes lift for a second. “Congratulations, sweetheart.” He murmurs charmingly, running his palm against your thigh.
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you were busy fixing your makeup in front of the mirror while sunoo was lying on your bed, scrolling through his phone. It was starting to get frustrating that you just couldn’t get your lips right.
“baby, can you help me with my lip gloss?” you asked.
sunoo looked up from his phone and nodded. “sure,” he said, putting it down.
you walked over to him, gently pushed his legs together, and sat on his lap. He smiled at your actions and took the gloss from your hand.
“look at me, pretty girl,” he said softly.
you met his eyes and parted your lips slightly, letting him apply the gloss with careful precision.
“there you go,” he murmured before sneaking a quick kiss on your lips, a proud look on his face.