Spin Me Up High
pairing & prompt: park dojoon x f!reader - exhibitionism
word count: 1532
content notes: established relationship, standing sex, private office in a semi-public location/window, light choking
The key finally clicked in the lock, letting you into your new office. You pushed the door wide open, holding it to let Dojoon in with the box he was carrying. He had offered to help you bring things in to get you all set up before the week began, so you’d be ready to start this new job with confident footing.
Setting down your own box, you paused to look around the space. There was a large, sturdy-looking desk with a computer, a wall of tall bookshelves, and a filing cabinet next to the windows. You were relieved that you’d be able to get some natural light during the day, since the door into the hallway had no windows and you had been worried the room would feel claustrophobic. These windows were huge, starting around waist-height and going all the way up to the ceiling, with blinds that could easily open or close.
Dojoon took off his jacket, placing it on one of the chairs across from the desk. “This room looks massive!” he said with wonder. “Was your last one like this?”
“Eh, it was about the same size, but in the basement. I’m so excited about these windows!” You moved over to take a peek through the blinds at the view. It was nothing spectacular, facing the brick wall of the building next door, but being on a higher floor meant you’d still have sun coming in.
Dojoon stood behind you, lightly resting his chin on your shoulder to look for himself. “Well, at least you can open the blinds and know that nobody will be staring at you,” he said with a chuckle as he slipped an arm around your waist.
“Alright, don’t get any ideas. We have a lot of books to unpack.” You began opening boxes, trying to think about how you wanted to organize them on the shelves.
“Too late, I already have so many ideas. For activities.”
The goofy phrasing made you chuckle. “Nope, not until these books are away. So get to work.”
In truth, you had only been able to bring in as many things as the two of you could comfortably carry, so it didn’t take too long to get everything put in its place. You both stood in the center of the office, admiring the setup and catching your breath.
“So,” Dojoon began, looking somewhat mischievous, “want to hear some ideas for activities?”
You couldn’t help laughing at his one-mindedness. “Sure, let’s hear what you’ve got.”
“Well, this chair here? You could sit in this chair. And you could put a foot up on the desk here, and just be completely open for me to taste.”
A small shiver went up your spine at his words, though the day was warm. “That… is definitely an idea, yes.”
He smiled, stepping close to kiss your nose before continuing. “Or, if you’re over here by the books, it would be so easy to come up behind you. You could grab onto the shelves if you needed to, or even the cabinet there.”
He paused, taking in your suddenly breathless expression as you processed the thoughts. “Or,” he said, glancing toward the door to be sure you had remembered to close it, “you could be over here, checking out your view-”
You tried to stifle a laugh and failed miserably. “Sorry, no, go ahead.”
Dojoon fixed you with a glare of mock horror. “Please, take this seriously.” He grabbed your hand to pull you over to the area he had been describing, guiding you to act exactly as he said. “Now, you’d be here - pretend the blinds are open - and you’d have to lean over just a bit to see out. You’d be so caught up in counting the bricks or something, that I’d come up behind you-” here he also began acting out his words “-and I’d put my hands on your waist, slide up under your shirt, touch you a little…”
To your surprise, you weren’t remotely put off by being felt up in your new office. You knew without a doubt that nobody could see you, and you hoped nobody was around to hear, but really you were too tired to pretend you didn’t want your boyfriend’s hands all over you. “That’s a very specific idea. Just groping me while I look out the window?” You smiled over your shoulder at Dojoon so he’d know you weren’t genuinely upset.
“Yeah, for a start.” He didn’t continue his narration, however, at least not verbally. He pressed a quick peck to your lips before you returned your gaze to the window, then began kissing the side of your neck. Beneath your shirt his hands roamed freely, giving your breasts a squeeze.
When he unbuttoned your denim shorts, you felt a slight wave of anxiety. “Dojoon, should we really-”
“Shh. Don’t want anyone to hear us.”
“It’s Sunday. Nobody is here.”
“Come on, play along. I promise I’ll make it worth it.” You both knew that you trusted him, and he slid his hand into your shorts, lightly grazing your clit through the fabric of your panties. “Just keep facing the window.”
You let your eyes close, leaning back against Dojoon. He didn’t really want to tease you too much today, not right now, so he pulled your shorts and underwear to the floor before resuming his spot behind you. His fingers were now free to explore you, which is exactly what he did.
You tried keeping your breath quiet, even knowing the place was empty; it was more fun that way. Dojoon slipped a finger into you, gathering up your wetness to lubricate his movements on your clit.
“I can’t believe you’re already so wet,” he whispered in your ear. “You really want me to fuck you in your office, don’t you?”
“I just want you to fuck me, I don’t care where we are,” you truthfully responded, pushing back against him.
“Good, that’s where this is headed.” As he took his own pants off, you stepped out of your shorts so you could spread your legs, leaning onto the windowsill to grant him better access.
Dojoon stroked himself a couple times, just as eager as you were, then lined himself up at your entrance. He slid in easily, holding onto your hips as he fully buried himself inside you. Almost immediately he began thrusting, and you stood more upright to let him put his arms around you while he did so.
His hands immediately covered your breasts, pulling them out of the bra you still wore so that he could tease your nipples. He gave them each a hard pinch in succession, causing you to gasp in delight at the sensation. Dojoon understood your body almost as well as you did, and he knew exactly what to do to make you respond how he wanted you to.
For a few minutes the only sound in the office was the echo of skin on skin, punctuated by frantic breathing as you both had thoughts only for pleasure. Then Dojoon emitted a soft groan while kissing your shoulder, which you knew meant he was quickly approaching the point of no return.
Bracing himself with a hand on your hip as he continued fucking into you, his other hand moved up to your throat. You two had done this enough times that you never panicked anymore, only had the smallest pleasurable wave of anxiety when you first felt his fingertips at your neck. Dojoon’s fingers pressed the sides of your throat, leaving the more delicate front of your neck free. It wasn’t about stopping your breathing, for you. It was the possessiveness, the way he claimed you as his and held onto you, that really set you alight, and you knew it did the same for him.
You whimpered desperately at his touch, using your grip on the windowsill to anchor yourself as he increased his pace, angling his hips to ensure he was hitting that most pleasurable spot inside you.
“Shh, baby, we don’t want to get caught,” he whispered in your ear between thrusts. “Better be quiet when you come.”
The rational part of your brain that knew nobody was in the building had vanished, and the entirely safe fantasy of needing to hurry to avoid detection took over. Between his suggestion and the pressure at your throat, your orgasm was quickly building.
Dojoon was already there, moaning and gasping for breath as he came, and the sounds of his pleasure sent you into your own climax, joining him in falling over the edge. Your legs felt uneasy as you trembled, and the windowsill was all that kept you upright, along with Dojoon’s hands around you.
He removed his fingers from the sides of your throat, replacing them with his lips. “So good, baby,” he muttered against your skin between kisses. “That was such a great idea.”
“Hell yeah it was,” you responded, reaching for your discarded shorts to get dressed. “I’m never going to be able to get anything else done when I’m here. I’ll just be thinking about you fucking me.”
Dojoon smiled and kissed you deeply. “That’s the point.”
