cw. choking, bratty coworker!gyu wc. 1000 minors dni.
“the others could hear.”
“so?’
beomgyu grins against your neck before sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin underneath your jaw. your knees buckle and you’re thankful for his arms holding you upright. you back up against the copy machine, trying to put some distance between you and the dark-haired man in front of you.
“this could get us fired. both of us.”
“i know.” he licks a wet stripe up to your ear, tongue nearly dipping into the shell. you grimace and he laughs at your reaction. this is all a game to him, you think. fifteen minutes of pleasure to get him through his day.
“it’s part of the fun,” he murmurs before tugging your earlobe between his teeth. “besides, you want me.”
“did you lock the door?” you ask, not even bothering to challenge his statement. you both know he’s right. there’s no point in denying it; it’d only give him more ammo to taunt you with.
beomgyu tilts his head and musters an innocent smile, a carbon copy of the one that got you into this mess. you know better now—there’s a slyness hidden behind it, a cunning look in his eyes that should be enough of a warning to make you turn on your heels and run back to your desk.
instead, your fingers awkwardly fumble with the front of his slacks. “we don’t have much time.”
“who’s needy now?” he chuckles. the melodic sound warps into a low grunt when you palm him over his pants. he’s hot and heavy in your hand, already swollen and leaking through his underwear.
“gyu, what i need is for you to shut up and fuck me.”
that seems to spur him on, his eager hands tugging at the front of your blouse while you pull his swollen cock out of his slacks. no matter the rush he always needs to get his mouth on your pretty tits first.
he sucks bruises into the supple skin and you have to stifle a moan when his lips close around one of your nipples. you’re already too fucked out to care about any visible marks he may leave above the low neckline of your shirt. beomgyu always has this effect on you; his enthusiasm is contagious, the feeling of his heavy cock pressing into your stomach enough to have heat pooling between your legs.
“sure you don’t want me to eat you out first?”
it’s a tempting offer, but regardless of the time constraint you’re in a rush to feel all of him.
“need you inside.” you pull at his hair but he doesn’t budge. you tug a little harder and he moans at the sharp sting. “you’ve been teasing me all day, now put your money where your mouth is.”
beomgyu hikes one of your legs around his hips and pulls your panties aside. he brushes his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness and using it to slick up his cock. “always so bossy. fine, i’ll give you what you want.”
the gasp that escapes him when he enters you tells you he’s been craving this just as bad despite his attempts at hiding it. you wrap both legs around him when he places you on top of one of the filing cabinets, the metal cool against your skin.
“how are you always this wet for me?” he groans into your hair. “i’ve barely touched you.”
“don’t let it get to your head,” you grumble. he doesn’t need to know you’ve been dripping ever since you entered the room.
“why would i,” he grins smugly. “already got you creaming around my cock. i don’t need to impress you.”
“this may very well be the last time.”
he laughs and it tells you more than words ever could. he knows you’ll come back to him. if it isn’t tomorrow, it’ll be the day after. he’ll make sure of it; chase you around the office with his dark eyes and devious smile until you’re bending over a desk and waiting for him to take what’s his.
“better make it count, then,” he quips and snakes his hand between your bodies to circle your clit. after all those times he knows the exact rhythm and pressure needed to tighten the coil in your tummy until it’s ready to snap.
“are you gonna cum for me, pretty?” he watches your face for the tell-tale signs, feeling the fluttering of your walls around his cock. “wish you could let them hear you…let them know how well i’m fucking you.”
“gyu..” you plead, desperately chasing your release now he’s thumbing your clit with renewed vigor. he knows what you’re unable to convey with words, his other hand coming up to cover your mouth. your eyes slip shut when your high crashes over you and he has to bury his face into your neck to stop himself from moaning at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him.
you can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock when he slows his hips to a tantalizing drag to savor the slick glide your orgasm provides. it’s almost too much, his fingers strumming your clit sending you into oversensitivity and you tug at his hand covering your mouth.
“fill me up, gyu, please,” you beg when his hand slips around your throat instead. “want your cum, need it—”
you gasp when he tightens his grip, a light-headed pleasure rapidly building in your core again. it only takes him a few more thrusts before you’re convulsing around him. his hips stutter and he fills you up with hot spurts, some of his cum leaking down your thighs when he pulls out.
he pushes it back in with two fingers, grinning when you squirm and whine. “keep it inside for me, okay?” he looks at his watch and presses a quick kiss against your temple. despite his fingertips still caressing your swollen slit the kiss feels almost too intimate for the bleak office walls surrounding you. “i’ll clean you up later.”
brassic really won me over within the first 2 minutes of episode 1 when vinnie said “fuck the middle class, fuck the guardian, fuck three holidays a year, and drinking red wine, talking bollocks at dinner parties, fuck quinoa and keenwa, fuck scented candles, you can fuck your people carriers and your posh kids called tilly and tarquin, fuck moisturiser, fuck vitamins, fuck lacrosse, and bloody tennis and 18 holes on a fucking sunday. they call us blair's forgotten youth: kids that grow up in a town that offered nothing, no opportunities, no prospects, no hope. but what they'll never understand is this: we're not victims. we just have a different way of living.” like. so raw
Hello, I’m Insoo(Silk)’s mun. I’ve been rping way too long but I’m rly excited for this rp and would love to plot with everyone!!
Insoo is a medic agent with healing enhancements and is on two teams. He had a huge accident a year and a half ago and was working mostly on boosting his medic skills and is now returning to field duty. I don’t have a plots page up yet but will be working on one soon so in the meantime I’m open for anything!!}}
[ ✉️ ➡ 🍞💕 ] hey you…
[ ✉️ ➡ 🍞💕 ] i know you’re busy,
[ ✉️ ➡ 🍞💕 ] but make sure to eat & drink, okay?
[ ✉️ ➡ 🍞💕 ] i’m cheering you on, kang yonghwa!
[ ✉️ ➡ 🍞💕 ] 💖💖💖
Charlie got a text back right away. Sorry, but there are girlfriend privileges, okay? In this regard, Yonghwa was just like a lot of the other dumb guys out there.
< CHARLIE ♥ > don’t worry about me!
< CHARLIE ♥ > it’s actually been really awesome to travel.
< CHARLIE ♥ > can you believe my first plane ride happened with legacy?
< CHARLIE ♥ > i’ll take care of myself. you do the same, alright? are the other band kids nice?
< CHARLIE ♥ > is it night time where you are? i better not be keeping you up ♥
