The minute Mingi came home from work, he pulled you into the bedroom. He didn't waste any time stripping you of your clothes and eating you out on his bed.
With his suit still on.
"M-Mingi!" Your fingers ran through his hair and tugged at it, your moans echoing through the room as he held your thighs open, nails digging into the soft flesh. "F-FUCK, I just came-" You panted, your chest heaving, and your eyes fluttered open to see his smug smile.
The way his tongue flicked against your clit, his eyes never leaving yours, was nothing short of mesmerizing. You watched him, the man who had just brought you to the peak of pleasure, now savoring the taste of your climax on his lips. His eyes were dark with desire, and his hands held you firmly in place, as if afraid you would slip away from his grasp. Mingi's muscular chest rose and fell with his own labored breaths, beads of sweat falling down his forehead.
You gasp loudly and arch your back off of the bed, "F-Fuck," You shudder, your chest lifting up and down. "Fuck yes," you whisper, your voice hoarse from the screams.
For a moment, he moves his face away from you, using his fingers to rub your clit to replace his tongue. "You taste so sweet," He laughs a bit. "Fuck, I was thinking about this pussy all fucking day." He says, his voice low and gruff.
"S-Shut up—FUCK!" You almost scream when his fingers enter you and his tongue is back on your clit. The feeling is overwhelming, and your body responds immediately, your legs shaking uncontrollably. Mingi's grip tightens as he reads your body's reactions, pushing your hips into his face as he devours you greedily. Your nails dig into the sheets, and you're unable to hold back the moan that escapes your lips.
Every year your company put on a massive holiday party. They'd fly everyone to the city for the night, announce award winners and bonuses, and even give out unnecessarily expensive gifts. Last year, you’d won a trip to Bermuda and it was far from the most expensive prize.
The only competition for the lux decor (complete with a massive snow globe you could walk through), was the fashion. Women wore gowns with intricate sequin or beading designs. Their coats were lined with fur, and their necklaces were made of diamonds. Men usually went for a classic black or white tux, though some stepped up their game with colorful pocket squares or fun ties.
You chose to step away from the classic red and green this year and wore a black halter-neck gown with bronze and silver floral embellishments. It was the most expensive gown you'd ever owned at $600, but it would be well worth it to feel so beautiful.
You wore a black faux fur shoulder wrap for the walk to the venue and a bronze clutch. Your hair was pinned to perfection and highlighted the chandelier earrings exactly as you had planned.
The venue was a short walk across the street from the hotel so you weren't surprised when you ran into a coworker in the elevator.
He wasn't shy about the fact that he was checking you out. You faced straight ahead as he wasn't someone you interacted with often...truthfully, you didn't even know his name.
"I heard you're on the naughty list this year," he teased as he smacked your ass on the walk to the lobby.
You were so surprised that you stopped walking. He must've noticed your heels weren't clacking and turned again to taunt you further. "What do you say to letting me come down your chimney?"
You clenched your jaw, not wanting to cause a scene, and strolled right past him, ignoring his cocky smirk.
"Aww don't be like that doll. I'm great at stuffing stockings."
You waited for the crosswalk light to turn before bringing your fist down on his crotch.
He clutched his dick in pain, missing the light and giving you the opportunity to escape and blend with the crowd. You found the name tag station and created yours before finding your table number. They liked to select seats for everyone to make sure teams were mixed up to get a chance to interact with people you might not normally have a chance to know.
When you got to your table, everyone was buzzing about the host being seated there. You paid them no mind and sipped the champagne that had been offered. It wasn't long before the lights dimmed and the stage drew everyone's attention.
You nearly spat your food out when you saw the host was the man you'd met in the elevator. It wasn't long before he introduced himself as Benny. He had many more Christmas puns to go through as he talked through the award winners. When he finished his show, everyone was encouraged to look under their chairs for envelopes telling them their Christmas gifts. You snagged Benny's instead, switching it with your own and assuming he'd given himself the best one.
You nearly choked when you saw the prize of $50,000. Benny eventually left the stage and made his way to the table where everyone greeted him as if he were a celebrity. You largely ignored him and held off a smile when he opened his envelope to reveal that he'd won a week of PTO. He looked around in shock, trying to guess who had taken his prize before eventually giving up.
Unfortunately, his attention then turned to you. "How's my little nutcracker doing?" he asked as he slung his arm over your shoulder.
You decided there was no way you'd excuse his behavior the whole evening. "Move your hand off my shoulder."
"Gladly," he smirked as he reached further down to rest it on your chest.
You grabbed it yourself and bent his finger backward until it nearly broke. He winced and pulled his hand back while glaring at you. "What is your problem?"
"My problem? You've violated like 9 HR policies and just touched me inappropriately."
"Whoa, hey I'm sure he didn't mean to..." someone else spoke up in his defense.
"He did. He did because he started the entire evening by telling me he wanted to 'come down my chimney'."
The guys at the table laughed as well as some of the women.
"She can't even take a joke," Benny played off. "What a grinch."
You'd had enough. You stood and snatched your envelope and clutch from the table. Everyone seemed to think you were exaggerating but you knew that wasn't true. You knew he was in the wrong.
You decided to turn in your prize and leave when a man in a maroon velvet suit blocked your way to the table.
"I'm not in the mood," you told him and tried to step around. He blocked your path again, and you looked up, close to tears.
"I heard what he said," he said softly. "Are you okay?"
You hadn't expected someone kind as you'd already determined all the men here were threats, and you accidentally broke down.
"Come here," he urged as he pulled your hand to bring you to the hall where the servers were coming from. It was dark and out of view, and he let you cry into his chest until you could explain.
"He touched me...and everyone just...they just laughed," you sobbed.
"He's going to be fired," he told you in assurance, his eyes warm but determined. "And the others who defended him will be put on probation."
You laughed through your tears. "I don't think anyone would care enough to fire him. Even if I went to the CEO he'd probably just excuse it."
"I doubt that," he argued. "I think he'd care a lot."
Now that the crying wasn't blocking your vision, you realized how attractive he was. Not only was he tall, but he had perfectly shaped lips and sharp cheekbones. You didn't quite believe him when he said the CEO would fire someone for you but held up your envelope to ease the tension anyway and to show him you were more the the girl who cried at the party. "At least I switched our envelopes, so he didn't get the better gift."
The man laughed, flashing a dimple as he did so. "I take it you were on your way to turn yours in?"
You nodded. "And to go back to the hotel. I can't sit at that table anymore."
He frowned and looked back to his seat, "Want to sit at mine? There's an extra chair."
You debated it, wondering if it was worth it to even be in the same room as Benny for any longer.
"I'll walk you back later if you're concerned about him," the man offered.
He looked so genuinely concerned that you'd miss out on the evening that you found yourself agreeing. "I'm (Y/N) by the way," you said as you extended your hand.
"Mingi," he smiled.
He walked with you to turn in your prize, eyeing in shock the amount you'd won. You blushed and took the note they'd given showing it would be deposited with your next paycheck.
Mingi then led you to his table which was quieter. The employees smiled politely but almost seemed nervous as they spoke in hushed whispers.
"Is there someone important at a table near us or something?" you asked quietly.
Mingi seemed amused as he took a bite of his dessert. He didn't have a chance to answer though as you suddenly heard a commotion from your previous table.
"I didn't do anything! She's fucking lying!" Benny shouted as two security guards attempted to escort him from the room.
"Sir, please calm down," they said as they reached for his arm.
He snatched it back and, in the process, elbowed the man who had defended him in the nose. "No! I'm not going. I'm the host! I still need to do the farewell speech and turn in my gift."
"Sir you're not..."
"At least let me turn in my two weeks of PTO," he tried to argue.
"You won't be needing any PTO," they said calmly.
You watched with wide eyes as the realization set in on his shocked face. "I'm fired? I'm fired for saying a fucking pick-up line? It's not my fault the bitch has no sense of humor."
"Sir..."
Benny took off. He ran between tables and onto the stage in an attempt to find you. Security chased him, but he was faster and fueled by hate.
He caught sight of you, and you stood to run and hide, but Mingi shielded you from him. "Fucking bitch," he grunted as he tried to pull Mingi off. The guards eventually caught him and finally managed to restrain him before dragging him away. He kicked and screamed the entire time and Mingi finally pulled back, checking to make sure you were okay.
"Stay here," he whispered.
He stood and very confidently made his way to the stage. You felt confused until he reached for the mic and began talking.
"Well, that wasn't very holly jolly of him," he said with a smile to ease everyone's concerns. "To make up for the mess and worry he caused, everyone in the room can have his gift of two weeks of PTO."
Everyone cheered, and you didn't understand how he had the power to give out such gifts. He looked at you as he spoke, his eyes shining a little, "For those that don't know me, I'm Song Mingi, founder and CEO of Blossom."
Your jaw dropped and you quickly moved to cover your mouth. Mingi chuckled at your reaction and then spoke to the audience as a whole. "I pride myself on being a CEO who cares. Employee relations can be a bit tricky to navigate...but if it's one-sided as Benny had been forcing upon another one of our employees, that is grounds for immediate termination."
A lot of their eyes wandered to you, and your cheeks flushed awkwardly as you stared ahead, trying to pay them no mind.
"We still have a few mini games and cocoa to be had. So please enjoy the rest of your evening! Stay warm, stay safe, and try the eggnog!"
A few people laughed as Mingi put the mic back on the stand and returned to the table. You couldn't even make eye contact with him because of how embarrassed you felt.
"I didn't know," you said shyly as you picked at your chocolate tart.
"I know, but I'm glad you didn't," he said. "When people know they tend not to want to talk to me."
You looked around at everyone whispering, almost avoiding him completely.
"They're scared to say the wrong thing," you realized.
"So they say nothing at all..." he sighed.
"It must be hard...to throw these parties and to gift everyone else while being forced to sit here alone," you said, finally looking up.
Mingi's eyes were so comforting that they made you feel even worse for him. He was so nice but made everyone nervous just because of a job title.
"It's one of the reasons I mixed up the tables. I was hoping more people would be inclined to talk to me if everyone was around people they didn't know. But word always gets around about who I am," he shrugged.
"I feel stupid," you laughed awkwardly.
"Don't," he whispered.
You smiled a little, trying to settle into the knowledge that you'd befriended the one person everyone here was afraid of. You tried to talk to him about normal things...the meal, his plans for the holidays, and even his favorite gift to give.
It wasn't until someone apologized for bumping your chair that you finally looked out at the tables and realized most were empty.
"Does your offer still stand?" you asked. "It's getting a bit late."
Mingi looked around, too, and stood while offering his arm. "Of course."
You blushed a little as you held him, wondering what everyone else thought. Mingi looked down at you with the sweetest gaze while waiting for the crosswalk to turn, and you found yourself looking away from how nervous you felt.
Not because he was the CEO... but because he was so handsome your heart wouldn't stop thudding. You shivered in the cold and without asking, he stripped off his jacket and placed it around your shoulders.
“Thank you,” you told him as you settled into the warmth, realizing you should’ve said that to him earlier after everything he’d done for you.
“Of course,” he said simply, now in just a black turtleneck.
He walked at your pace to head into the lobby, and you thought he’d just bring you to your floor, but once off the elevator, he continued to walk beside you.
When you finally reached your room, you shrugged his coat off and offered it back to him. He folded it across his arm, lingering as if he didn’t know what to say.
You did the same, making no move to open your door.
“So…” you trailed off, rocking on your heels as you struggled to find the words.
“So…” he sighed, looking content to be in your presence.
You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his lips, and you absent-mindedly bit yours while staring at him.
“I really enjoyed getting to know you,” he said…almost too politely. Maybe he was worried about crossing a boundary…but he didn’t know how badly you wanted him to jump over that imaginary line.
“Mingi?” you asked, deciding to risk it.
“Yes?” he asked, his hand brushing yours. You couldn’t be sure if it was on purpose or not.
You reached for his hand anyway, trying to gauge his reaction, and finding his creased brow hard to read. Was he disgusted? Was he surprised?
“Is what I’m feeling one-sided?” you mused, your racing heart making the words come out shaky.
Mingi looked at your connected hands and back to your anxious face. His thumb brushed yours before he spoke, “No.”
You sighed in relief, your voice still trembling when you asked, “Do you want to come inside?”
Mingi nodded, his ears as red as his cheeks.
You finally turned to open the door and allowed him to follow you in. Thankfully, nobody else was in the hall.
Mingi lingered by the door while you slipped out of your heels. He didn’t look uncomfortable, but rather unsure of where he should go and how far he should take it.
You reached for him again and pulled him deeper into the room. “Thank you for firing him,” you said as you led him to the bed.
Mingi sat and you stood between his legs while placing your hands on his broad shoulders. “And thank you for calming me down.”
He hadn’t touched you yet and leaned back on his hands. “Is that why you invited me here? To thank me?” he fretted.
“No…fuck Mingi. I’m sorry if you thought that. No. I invited you because you’re nice and attractive and…”
“And…” he trailed off, wondering what else you were going to say.
“And my last reason is a little shallow,” you confessed.
He looked worried that it was money-related, and you quickly conceded in telling him.
“I find the black tuxes guys wear so dull. I like your suit. I like that you try to dress to the theme.”
He laughed and reached for your waist while looking up at you with a dimpled grin. “My suit? You like my suit.”
“Mhm,” you hummed. “And your hair,” you admitted as you ran your fingers through it.
Mingi sighed and closed his eyes at the feeling. The image of it made you feel hot inside.
“And your little moles.”
“My moles?” he chuckled as you brushed your finger over them.
“Yes,” you said sternly. “They give you character…just like your dimples.”
“Thank you,” he laughed, eyes sparkling as he waited for you to continue.
“And of course, your lips,” you muttered, fixed on the plumpness of them and the way they moved as he answered, “Yours are better.”
You leaned closer, your voice whimpering and needy. “Then kiss them.”
Mingi reached for you right away. He pulled you to sit on his lap and crashed his lips to yours as if he’d wanted to do nothing else all evening. Your hands settled on his shoulder and then in his hair. He was huge and warm everywhere. And his lips…
Fuck they were soft. Mingi wasn’t quiet when he kissed either. He made little pleasured whines, and you knew you needed more from him.
You clawed at his shirt and drove it up, pulling back only to allow him time to remove it. His lips were back on yours right away, and his hands moved from your waist to your neck where he undid the halter before finding the zipper.
It was jammed though, and he pulled away with dizzy eyes and a breathless smile while asking you to turn around.
You kissed his nose playfully and stood. He managed to fix it and you carefully stepped out of it, shocked that his breath hitching was so audible.
“Wow,” he groaned when you turned around.
Your chest was exposed and all you had on now was a pair of red panties with white lace trim. They’d reminded you of Christmas and felt like the perfect secret detail to your dress.
Mingi pulled you back in, this time guiding you to straddle him. “Can I touch you or is this just to tease me?” he asked desperately, his hands still fixed on the one place he knew they were safe.
“I wouldn’t be that cruel,” you smirked as you guided his hand from your waist to your chest, surprised by how massive his hand was against your skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he praised as he kissed the middle of your chest while looking up to your eager eyes.
“So are you,” you hummed while fingering his hair again, and guiding him a little to your other breast. He took the instruction and kissed it before sucking your nipple and nibbling it a little.
You whined and held him closer, feeling surprised when his tongue circled it so expertly. He was soft and gentle but it drove you mad.
“More,” you pleaded.
Mingi pulled back, looking lustfully at you. “We can,” he vowed. “But first…” he began as he reached for the first pin.
You hadn’t realized how tight your hair felt until he helped it fall. “Let’s make you comfortable.”
You helped him remove the pins and sighed a little whenever he kissed your shoulders and chest. Mingi seemed to know all of the best ways to touch you.
“I didn’t expect this…” he mumbled as he worked, seemingly dazed. “I’d just wanted to introduce myself.”
You realized what he said and asked, “What do you mean?”
Mingi looked almost apologetic. “I overheard what he said and did when I’d finally worked up the courage to introduce myself to you.”
A gentle warmth flooded through you. “Really?”
Mingi caressed your cheek, making sure you believed him. “You captured my attention the moment you walked in.”
You’d never felt so adored. You kissed him again, even slower this time as he ran his fingers through your pinless hair. You pulled him towards the pillows and guided him to lie on top of you.
Mingi undid his pants to relieve the tightness and settled between your legs. You felt caged in, in the best way.
“Things like this can get tricky,” he warned between kisses. “Are you sure?”
You had a little concern that if things went poorly you’d need a new job, but at this moment you didn’t care. You wanted him, and he wanted you. “I’m sure.”
Mingi sucked in a breath and reached for your underwear. “Can I take these off?”
You bit your lip and nodded as you rose your hips to help him. Mingi watched as every inch of you became exposed, his eyes darting to your nervous stare and back to your undoubtedly wet folds.
“You’re sure you’re sure?” he asked again, as his hand drove up your inner thigh, teasing and tempting you until you were squirming.
“Mhm,” you whimpered, gasping in surprise when his finger first grazed you.
“Fuck,” he hissed when he realized how much you wanted him.
“Mingi please,” you begged, needing more than just a touch.
He leaned in to kiss you while taunting you further. “I’ve got you,” he mused as he sank his first finger in.
You moaned and clawed him closer, kissing him to muffle your desperate sounds. Mingi drove his finger in and out of you, working you up until your back was arching against his chest.
“More,” you rasped, desperate to be properly fucked by him.
“Soon,” he promised.
You grumbled in complaint but he kissed that away too. “I like you like this,” he praised. “All soft and needy.”
You panted and hid in his neck.
“I can feel how close you are…how much you’re enjoying this.”
“Mingi,” you breathed, feeling shy about how much he had noticed about your desperate state.
“My name sounds so pretty when you say it, baby. Say it again,” he begged, sounding just as needy as you.
“Mingi,” you cried again, just as his thumb flicked your clit.
“I know it feels good,” he said when you began to writhe. “Go ahead and fall,” he cooed with a kiss. “I’ll catch you.”
Mingi had just pushed a second finger in when you trembled around his fingers, releasing everything onto him that had built up for so long. Your breathing was rapid and messy against his neck, and Mingi held you tight as you came down from your epic high.
“I’ve got you,” he soothed while stroking your back and letting every sense return. They came back slowly, rather than all at once, and when you finally could, you rolled over into his chest and kissed his heart.
“More,” you said while wishfully looking up to meet his starry eyes.
Mingi pressed his lips to yours gently before whispering, “I need a minute.”
You furrowed your brows and pulled back, only to realize he wasn’t hard anymore.
“Did I…did I turn you off?” you worried, your chest aching at the possibility.
“No,” Mingi laughed before tugging down his pants down a little more to reveal a spot that was soaked in his cum. “You turned me on too much.”
You eyed him in surprise, your face lighting up at the idea that he was so attracted to you that he could cum just from fingering you. “How many minutes?” you asked as you drove your hand down his chest.
“Usually an hour…” he confessed.
“An hour?” you gaped in shock.
He laughed at your reaction and pulled you in to rest on him. “So maybe instead…we could just sleep.”
“Sleep together instead of sleeping together?” you asked.
“Or sleep together and sleep together after a proper date,” he suggested. “What do you think?”
You could feel your face turn pink, and you nodded before settling against him. “I’d like that.”
“Me too,” he agreed as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead goodnight.
pairing: established mingi x fem! reader
genre: smut, fantasy, romance
word count : 2k
cw: riding, unprotected sex!, begging, edging, over-stimulation, swearing, degradation, semi-public sex!, oral(fem! receiving), office sex! , jealous sex!, etc..
summary: mingi grows jealous when an foreign executive compliments his love in front of him.
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A fine morning. That is what you wished for today, and indeed, a very fine morning has been bestowed upon you by the heavens and just as you wished, your boss has not made any fuss about his work nor complained about anything and your prayers have been finally granted.
Let us hope this perfectly fine state of everything remains the exact same till the evening rises upon you.
Your fingers grab the coffee cup taking a sip or two once a while as you sit in your cabin in front of the CEO’s office organizing his schedule for the next month. He is always preoccupied with either business meetings or overseas trips for their expanding tycoon.
As expected of the CEO, he has been accompanied by an important executive for almost an hour or two and you see no signs of the executive walking out anytime.
The buzzer rings on your desk, and it is your cue to go in for something the CEO had called you. Placing the coffee cup on your desk and straitening your gray tweed skirt and jacket, you grab the files for him before approaching him.
Knocking on the wooden door, you enter his office and are greeted by his sweet smile. By the CEO’s expressions, the executive has been making him quite uncomfortable in his own space and he wanted them gone, as soon as possible. The executive then says his goodbyes before muttering something in his ears that makes his lips curve into a frown, which you knew he sports if it were something really upsetting.
You walk the executive out the room and return to the CEO who doesn’t seem quite amused with your little act of gesture. “Is something wrong, sir?” You ask him in the politest tone to not elevate his anger any more, standing beside his desk.
“Why do you have to be alluring? So beautiful? Why can’t I have you just to myself?” He says moving forward and swirling around you as he eyes you from head to toe.
Ah! I forgot to tell you. You both have been secretly dating since almost a month and Mingi’s jealousy drives you crazy, especially at times like this. His possessiveness makes you feel special, but his love is something you treasure too.
“I wish I could tell them all that I own you.” He whispers in your ears, his hot breath brushing against the tip of your ear as his arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you closer.
“You’ll pay for being too beautiful today, love.” His lips decorate your neck with kisses as they trail down further until he turns you around, only to latch his pretty fluffy one on yours. You taste his bitter morning coffee on his lips which mixes with your sweet one. His arms lift you up and place you on his desk before he starts planting more wet kisses down your neck.
“What if we get caught?” you mutter out between the kiss. Your worries rise as a tide of water. The last thing you ever wanna do is, get caught making out with your boss.
“Calm down, love. You know I won’t fuck you on my work desk cuz it’ll remind me of you every damn second. But God- I really want to see you cry, sprawled on my desk.” he says, fingers brushing across your soft jaw then leans in to whisper, “Won’t you beg me, darling?” you go speechless at his words. How is he always so good with them? “Aren’t you going to say anything?” he says, sliding a strand of hair behind your ear. Your body excites when his cold fingers brush against your neck as they slowly curl around your jaw. He raises your chin to let your eyes dart straight in his eyes, which reflect the intense lust he is craving for you. “Shall I make you, love?”
“You don’t have to.” You mumble, which is almost a whisper.
“Well, I think I need to. Your pretty lips need to work a little, too. Apart from pleasing me.” The buzzer rings, reminding someone is at the door. You slip down the desk and straighten your hair along with your dress before grabbing the files. Mingi slips on his coat and heads for the door before exiting the room, leaving your team’s marketing executive and you, startled at his behaviour.
“What was that?” She frantically asks you, scoffing at his rude behaviour.
“Probably the executive who visited this morning.” you guess by how irritated he looked when you entered the room earlier.
“Must be.” she hums, agreeing with your assumption. “Be careful, y/n. Don’t mess up.” She warns before leaving you and walking towards her cabin. You are left to yourself in the office, to wonder about the CEO’s behaviour when you’re not around and how his cold demeanour melts when you are, and it all seemed so strange.
Later in the evening
“Secretary y/n” The CEO walks in, standing in front of your desk as his cold eyes dart into yours. A chill runs down your spine when his fingers brush against yours. “Wanna get laid on my desk?” he whispers, sharing a smile while keeping the words a secret between you two and unheard by the others. His fingers move closer to yours, and in the next moment they’re tangled. His long slender fingers intertwined with your fragile ones. Just looking at them made you drool, oh lord!
“Yes, I guess?” you say, kinda agreeing with him.
“Then what are you waiting for?” He questions, fiddling with your fingers.
“What if-” you say, getting anxious about the ‘what ifs.’
“Secretary y/n, have we ever got caught red-handed?” The CEO leans in, his lips almost touching your forehead. “No right,” you nod, agreeing with him. “Then why are you hesitating, my love?” He takes your hand in his and gives a reassuring smile.
“It’s just-” you say typing something on your computer but get cut off.
“I’ll be waiting.” He winks at you, then walks into his office, sliding the wooden door.
You leave a little message to the staff about their boss being busy before joining him in his room.
He is seated on the very familiar black leather chair as he loosens his burgundy neck tie and slips off the grey coat off his shoulders, placing it on his desk. He rises up from his seat, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his white shirt. You gulp, noticing his lustful stare and how hot he looks at the moment as he advances towards you, trapping you between his arms with your back to the door.
“Do you even know how pretty you look right now?” You shake your head in disagreement. “Well, that’s for another day.” He traces his fingers along the length of your face, then curls them around your jaw before smashing his lips on yours. You taste the sweet flavour of wine off his lips as you bite his lower lip in the kiss.
Mingi abruptly stops the kiss and returns to his desk, which leaves you utterly confused.
Playing hard to get, sir?
You walk towards him as he sits in his chair and grab the man by his shirt collar, yanking him out of it. He stands on his feet with your fingers still wrapped on the hem of his collar, holding it tightly. You pull him closer before smashing your lips on his, while your hands roam free on his clothed chest. He pushes you back on his desk, his hands tracing the curves of your body. You flung your arms around his shoulder and your legs wrap themselves around his waist.
His fingers pull down your skirt zipper and let it drop low on your calves before they travel to your dripping core. His index finger brushes your clit then slips into your entrance. He pulls it out, and you moan when his index and middle massage your clit. He gets down on his knees, and moves closer to your pussy then takes a slow lick. “fuck”
“You aren’t allowed to speak, did you forget?” he says, raising his head as he looks up at you with greed reflecting in his eyes. “Now be good girl.”
Mingi eats you out, his tongue lapping your entrance and your clit while you bite down your moans and whimpers. Your fingers hold onto the glass surface of his desk as you tilt your head back due to the over-whelming pleasure. “I’m not done yet, darling.”
He gets back on his feet and begins unbuckling his belt before dropping down his pants with his boxers. Your eyes get stuck on his pre-cum leaking member.
Mingi moves forward, his one arm slips around your waist and another pumping the length of his red cock. "you look so scared love." he chuckles observing your reactions. It isn't your first time with him either, but mingi surely surprises every time. He seems to be bigger every other you see him. His member sinks in between your warm walls. It brushes against your G-spot and you clench your fingers tighter wrapped in his hair.
"fuck mingi! god! oh lord!" he thrust at the same spot again and again only to get that reaction from you and make you spew nonsence. "I didn't wish to be fucked on a desk today. Or did I ?" you think to yourself pressing your lips together to not let any moans slip off it and while tears slip down your cheeks.
