Cyber Sex 0.1 | Allen
👾 pairing: Allen x bloodhound!reader
👾 genre: 18+ / smut
👾 word count: 5.7k
👾 summary: As you take up work as a bloodhound under Baek-Jeong and his lackeys, you get caught up in Allen’s sly scheme. Curiosity got the cat, so when the hacker offers something you can’t refuse, you fall into his net.
👾 warnings: violence, reader is a bloodhound, female reader, fingering, porn with plot!, lots of kissing, some swearing
👾 A/N: This was supposed to be a short drabble just to get my feet wet after coming back from a very long break from writing…. guess that didn’t go as planned, whoopsie! There will be a second part, hopefully coming out soon!
part one | part two [coming soon] | masterlist
“What do I owe you?” You ask, the colorful paper in hand. Before you stood the not-so-trusty mechanic Taejoo, who always rips you off, but somehow you still haven’t gotten around to finding a better guy. Whenever your bike’s got an issue, he’s the one to fix it. He’s good at his job, just a money-hungry asshole, is all.
“Well, it took some time to get the brakes installed…”, he hesitates, looking around the garage, before his eyes settle back onto you. “Since it’s you, and you’ve been coming here for years now, I’ll give ya a special deal. 130.000 Won.”
You roll your eyes. Special deal, my ass. The shop around the corner wouldn’t take more than 70.000 ₩. But admittedly, they also wouldn’t have gotten it done within three days, and you need your bike to get around. With a heavy sigh, you count the amount from the bundle of cash in your hands and slap it onto Taejoo’s already expecting grubby palm.
He smiles ear to ear and stuffs it into his backpocket.
“Pleasure doing business with ya!” He chimes, making you scoff. No use complaining, since you have your bike back and in pristine condition.
Almost like someone was waiting for you to be able to work again, your phone rang with a certain notification, which you were all too familiar with. You pull your phone out of the pocket in your leather jacket and open the messaging app.
MANJI Need someone to work tonight. Details upon arrival – 200.000 ₩ upfront, another 200.000 ₩ after completion.
You watch as messages flood the chat, offering up their service. You join in, just a short text “I’m in.” – With such a high salary, it’s gotta be an important job, and you couldn’t let the opportunity slip by to earn back what Taejoo just ripped out of your pocket.
Almost immediately, Manji checkmarked only your message, the signal of confirmation on who got the job. Right after, in your private chat, he sent you an address. You smirk.
“Taejoo, I’m off. A job just came up!” You call out into the garage, the mechanic not in sight, but he oughta be around there somewhere, since he called back a quick goodbye from a hidden corner.
You sling your leg across the motorcycle’s seat and get your helmet situated on your head. Gloves on, engine roaring up as you turn the key. You push the stand up and roll back the accelerator to speed off, out of the garage’s driveway and onto the streets of Seoul.
Your bike’s engine is purring as you slowly pull into a parking spot next to the very familiar black van. With your helmet still on and visor down, you look to your side and into the car window. Inside, on the driver's seat, you see Lee Man-Bae – who you also know as Manji.
His alias is famous across the underground world of the city and his reach goes far beyond that. He’s a right-hand man to someone – who that might be, he never disclosed to you. After all, everything you do has to be handled with top secrecy. Which is why you don’t know much about the man.
He opens his door and steps around the front of his car to stand before your bike.
“Good to see you again, Dahlia.” His voice is held down to avoid any outsider's attention on your conversation. The usage of your online-username in the group chat sends a shiver down your spine.
You were a big fan of true crime – when setting up your account, you took inspiration from the unsolved mystery surrounding the ‘black dahlia’.
“I hope you’re prepared?” He asks, and you only nod in response. “Good.” He adjusts his stance, “I need you to take a man down. I’ll send you his picture–” he looks down at his phone and taps two, three, times.
The notification on your phone goes off and when you unlock it, you see a man’s face.
The picture was almost like a passport photo. He looked straight at you, or, well, the camera that captured his photo. But his eyes seemed to stare through the screen right at you.
You flip up your visor, to look into Man-Bae’s face. “He’s the guy?” Man-Bae nods to confirm. “So…he has to live?”
The man nods again.
“It’s of utmost importance that he stays alive until we get the answers we need from him. Only incapacitate him. This is why I picked you for the job”, Man-Bae reaches his hand out to the key on your motorcycle and turns the engine off.
He looks up at your eyes, not much else visible to him because of your helmet. “You’re the best bloodhound there is, when it comes to knives. Do what you do best and you’ll get paid well. This job could secure you a position with my boss, if you do it right.”
You clamp up a bit, rub your hands, still inside the gloves, on your thighs. Then you breathe in, out. You hold your breath for as long as it feels natural to your body.
Then, you nod. “Alright, where do I find him?”
“He’s in this club. Saw him walk in just a moment before you drove up. Full black outfit, he’s got tattoos on his hands. You’ll notice him.” Man-Bae lights up a cigarette while explaining this to you.
You nod along.
“Get him outside, we’ll pick him up.”
A question got stuck in your throat. We? Who else is here?
But you don’t ask questions. So you take off your helmet, fix up your hair and makeup in the sideview mirror of Man-Bae’s van and strut towards the club’s entrance.
It’s a staircase down to the door, so as you turn around one last time before really walking in, towards where Man-Bae stood, only your head is visible from his position. You saw the van’s door open, and a big guy hopping out. There were at least two more men in that car, but you pull yourself back to focus on the job at hand.
You turn back to the door, smile at the Bouncer and get let in immediately. Perks of being a beautiful woman.
The loud music blares out of the club’s door into your face and you brazenly step into the lights, sound and the feeling of everyone’s sticky, sweaty skin touching yours, as you squeeze past them to get to the bar.
It does not take long for you to find the man you’re looking for. He flirts with every woman at the bar, and with every rejection he’s coming closer to where you were sitting.
You decide to order a drink, to look less suspicious, while you were waiting on the right timing to strike.
Eventually, he does round up on you. He circles you from your left to your right side and starts drunkenly breathing his foul breath into your face. Ew.
You don’t have to hold out for long though, as he brings up wanting to leave to a quieter place with you to ‘talk’ pretty quickly.
“I thought you’d never ask”, you sarcastically bloated out. He took it as excitement on your part and told you to follow him out of the club.
Back outside,he was already three steps up on the staircase, when you think it’s time to start the show. You gasp and look down onto your boot-clad feet.
“Sorry, I need to tie my shoes, my knot came loose,” you said with a shy giggle. He nodded and very slowly continued walking up the stairs, facing forwards.
Thank god, you think, as you use the opportunity to grab a small knife from the inside of your boot. It’s small enough to almost entirely hide within your right fist.
When you got up the stairs, he had already been waiting on you. Time for the next move.
“Let’s call a taxi to a hotel, yeah?” You ask him, flopping your left hand onto his chest and dragging it down his upper body. He – of course – eagerly agrees and pulls out his phone. You do an expertly stupid move, that really only works with a drunk person, to get him to drop his phone.
Immediately, you exclaim “Oh god, so silly of me!” and laugh. He turned a little and squatted down to examine his phone on the ground. Just as he was about to get back up, he screamed in pain.
Because as he squatted down, so did you, and you sliced your knife across the back of his ankles – severing his achilles tendons.
He drops forward with his face in the dirt, crying out in pain and writhing around to look at you. But you already turned away from him, watching as Man-Bae, the really big guy you saw earlier and another tall man walked up towards you with quick steps.
“His phone’s unlocked and his tendons are cut,” you sing-songed when they came close enough. Man-Bae and the really big guy picked your victim up by his arms and legs and shimmied their way to the van.
The tall man bent down to pick up the victim’s phone. After he stuffed it in his pocket, he stood in front of you with a paper bag in hand. “Ah, the remaining amount.” You reach out to grab the paper bag from him, but he pulls it away.
You look at him confused but also quite irritated. Seeing your expression, he breathes out a chuckle.
“Our boss wanted to see you in case you did a good job tonight. Come to this address tomorrow at two pm. He doesn’t like waiting, so be on time.”
He doesn’t even give you the chance to say anything, just pushes the paper bag, including a sticky note with an address written on it, into your hands. He immediately turns around and walks to the van where he pulls open the door to sit down – and off they go.
Usually, on your jobs as a bloodhound, you never meet this many people. Now you’re supposed to meet their boss? Why should you?
Although, Man-Bae did mention that tonight could get you in with his boss…But who even said that’s what you wanted?
In your thoughts, you walk back to your motorcycle, pull the helmet over your head and turn the key over.
“Ugh, what the hell do I know? I need a drink,” you mumble into your helmet while shaking your head.
Ding!
As the elevator doors open they reveal a chic hallway in front of you. You had your helmet in one hand and in your other the sticky note you received from the tall man last night.
You step out of the metal box onto the heavy marble floor. The address is a penthouse, the door to it right ahead.
Before your hand makes contact with the wood to knock on it, the door opens. Stunned, you look up into Man-Bae’s face.
“You’re late.”
You tick your head to the side. It was two pm when you entered the elevator, which took you up to the highest level of the hotel. It couldn’t have taken more than three minutes.
Man-Bae opens the door further into the room, steps aside and signals with a swift hand movement to enter.
That you do, looking around to scan your environment.
“This must be Dahlia…”, a male voice trails off. “Tell me, do you struggle to read the time?”
Your eyes fly to the clock on the wall in front of you, before you look at the man who spoke to you. He sat on the sofa, legs sprawled out. A glass with – you presume – whisky inside, was held by his left hand. His right hand is in a fist, resting on his temple. Head turned slightly sideways to meet his fist, he looked you up and down.
“My bad”, you say, walking towards the sofas in the middle of the room.
You lay your helmet on the pillows and walk around the side of the furniture to sit down opposite of the man, who seemed to be the boss Man-Bae spoke of.
He scoffs at your curt apology. Being on time really does matter a lot to him, it seems.
Man-Bae made his way to the sofa to your left, where another man you’ve not come across yet sat. Last night’s tall guy stood behind boss-man.
"Anyway…besides being late, you’re good. That matters most.” Boss-man dropped his right hand and moved it with his words. “Let’s not complicate this. I’ll hire you, Man-Bae will give you the details–”
“Who said I want to work with you?” Your question interrupts him and his dissatisfaction over this fact was clear on his face.
An eyebrow raised, he counters: “For me. You’ll work for me.” With clear emphasis on the ‘for’. “And don’t interrupt me.”
For a change, Man-Bae speaks up. “Working for the president isn’t something you should be ungrateful for. He’s satisfied with your work from last night and wants you on his side.”
You look at him before asking. “The president? Of what?”
“I run an underground boxing championship.” Boss-man responds. “We always need people like you to take care of troublemakers.”
“And why should I?” You provoke. “What’s in it for me? I earn just fine with what I do now.”
“You’ll earn five times more than any regular bloodhound job will pay.” That got you interested.
You nod your head slowly, contemplating. This seems like easy money, the only downside being that this guy would be your boss. The whole crowd seems odd to you.
You have the boss-man – clearly a narcissist, his attitude pisses you off. He’s got sharp eyes, his hair tied up in a tight bun with the sides shaved to just a few millimeters of length. The way he lounges on his sofa and talks down to you isn’t something you usually tolerate.
Then there’s Man-Bae, who you only fleetingly know. But what you know of him, has always seemed fishy. He said he used to be some kind of officer, didn’t go into detail on where he worked or what exactly he used to do. He’s apparently the right-hand-man to his boss and acts as Manji, who’s famous in the darknet for getting everything done. He uses his bloodhounds, including you, to get the dirty work done.
Tall guy over there just stands like a statue, you could see the handle of a knife on his belt. He seems like he could fight well enough to maybe be a bodyguard – which seems odd, since boss-man looks like he can defend himself just well enough.
The really big man from last night wasn’t anywhere to be seen today.
Last and maybe also least is the complete stranger sitting next to Man-Bae. Green hair, a lip ring and a few piercings on at least the one ear you can see. He’s not been participating in this conversation at all, rather focusing on the laptop resting on his lap.
And anyway, what's with this underground championship business? How much could you really get paid from something that probably doesn’t reach that many people?
“You sure you can afford me?” You finally ask. “I don’t know you or your championship, how am I sposed to trust any of this?”
“Mh, I guess you’re right.” Boss-man nods his head as he straightens up in his seat. “I’m Im Baek-Jeong. Behind me is Tae-geom, this guy is Allen,” he points to the green-haired man. “And well, Man-Bae you already know.”
Baek-Jeong stands now and walks to a bar table to the side, to refill his glass. “I run the ‘IKFC’.” he explained further. “We have about four million members across the world, our earnings are more than enough.”
He turns to look at you before taking a sip of his drink. “Don’t you worry, doll. I’m a man of my word, and I’ll make sure you’ll get paid well for your work.”
You don’t really know what happened back there, but somehow you’re employed by Baek-Jeong now. In a daze, you leave the elevator, back on the ground level again.
He’s really persuasive, this Baek-Jeong guy. He had Allen show you their website, their earnings from their last published fight, and suddenly you signed a contract.
Personal bloodhound for some president of an illegal boxing championship – you would’ve never guessed this is where you’d be after taking last night’s job.
But here we are.
You remember Baek-Jeong’s words as you got ready to leave his penthouse: “I like to keep my people close, so you’ll move into an apartment downstairs. Man-Bae will text you the details.”
“I guess I should pack my shit…”, you mumble as the concierge opens the doors for you to leave the hotel building.
You turn around in your bed for the nth time that night.
It’s been three weeks since you moved into the hotel room, not one night went by without trouble falling asleep. Not because it was uncomfortable – the opposite, your room was very nice. A big bed, room service and fancy decor.
Finding sleep is just extremely difficult with your neighbor staying up all night watching movies, playing video games and whatnot.
The wall behind your bed was shared with Allen’s room.
That green haired idiot sleeps almost all day and spends his awake time at night in front of his computer – and you could hear everything.
You always know what game he plays, if he wins or loses the round, which show or movie he watches or what he works on for the IKFC-Website. Alongside the noises from his speakers, you hear his voice, cursing, celebrating, laughing.
Every.little.thing.
Since you’re new, you tried to be the polite neighbor. It’s not your style to bang on walls or go knock on his door to confront him. But it did irk you.
Sometimes, in order to fall asleep, your trusty little friend comes in handy – after all, a good orgasm will send everyone off to dreamland. Other times, earplugs will do.
But tonight, you’re out of earplugs. And just as your me-time was about to be finished, your vibrator’s battery ran out.
You were left high and dry, with open ears. Which is why now, at 3.37 AM, you are so desperate for sleep, that you even switched your position in bed, so your pillow laid, where usually your feet rest.
Nothing helped, the little sleep you were getting lately made you sloppy at work. You even got in trouble with Baek-Jeong over it.
Thinking about that, you finally got fed up enough to just get up, walk over to Allen’s door and knock repeatedly against the wood.
A moment passed, where nothing happened. For a second, you thought he was ignoring you. But then, inside, something clattered and shortly after, the door opened slowly. LED-Lighting greeted you before anything.
“Are you lost or something? Wrong door.” Allen greets you, quite rudely.
His face is telling you that he’s dissatisfied with the interruption you brought on. His green hair is ruffled up, standing in all directions. He’s removed most of his piercings, besides the lip ring and the hoops he’s wearing in his lobes. His body’s clad in black sweatpants and a white, a bit loose, blank t-shirt.
You rasp your throat, hand in a fist in front of your mouth, before speaking. “Not lost”, you state. “I can’t sleep, because of you.”
He raises an eyebrow. “How so?”
Unbelievable. As if he wouldn’t notice how loud he’s being every night. When everything else is quiet, barely any cars are out and no hotel staff or guests walk in the halls, every noise is only amplified, so he has to know! Right??
“I can hear everything you curse at in your stupidly loud games, I know basically every movie you’ve watched since I moved here. I get that you’re a night owl – me too!” You pause to adjust your footing. “But you could lower the volume, y’know?”
You’re really trying to speak nicely to him, after all, you didn’t come here for a fight. But the way he looks at you tells you, he took offense to what you were saying.
“You’re one to talk, huh?”
He frowns as he looks you up and down. This is when you realize that you didn’t cover up, before coming to his door. All you were wearing were your very, very, skimpy, frilly pajamas…as in, shorts barely covering your ass, your midriff uncovered and the spaghetti straps of your top hanging loosely off your shoulders.
Plus the pink bunny slippers on your feet. Great…
You pause in your thoughts though. “What do you mean by that? I’m never loud.” Now you’re offended. Is he really trying to shift the blame on you right now?
“I wasn’t gonna say anything to you, since it’s probably really embarrassing”, he starts. His eyes didn’t stay on you, shifting to the side, behind you. “But my stuff’s only this loud to drown out your noises.”
“What noises?” You ask with a rough tone, almost wincing at it yourself.
“Y’know what noises…”, He trails off. When you only look more confused, he steps towards you, close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. He leans into your ear, “Your moans”, he elaborates. “And your vibrator.”
Oh my god.
You can feel your face, your ears, your whole body, warming up. This is so embarrassing.
You never thought about it, but it makes sense. If you can hear him calling out things in his games, he can hear you calling out moans, too. The connecting wall was thin, after all.
You could die of shame on the spot. Allen stepped away already, obviously amused with your reaction.
“You seemed frustrated earlier.” He smugly states. So he really hears everything. Including you cursing at the battery of your vibrator dying earlier and your frustration at not finishing.
You fumble for words. “Okay, listen”, you start. “I’m sorry for complaining about the noise. I didn’t realize–”
“You sure?” He pipes in. “Sometimes it almost felt like you were provoking me.” There’s a smirk on his face when Allen says this.
“Provoking you?” You exclaim. “How would I provoke you, I’m just–”
“Just felt like you wanted me to hear, is all.” He interrupted you, again. You cannot believe the smugness on his face.
As if you’d want anyone to hear you jerk off, especially one of Baek-Jeong’s guys. He’s basically your coworker!
“And I mean…”, he points his finger in your direction, moving it up and down. “Now you show up here like this”, he laughs a little. “You want me to finish you off since your battery’s dead?”
Your eyes would fall out of your head, if they could. You stammer around, just shocked at his words. But the way he bites his lip, playing around with the metal ring on his lip, as he obviously looks at your naked thighs, makes you realize he’s totally serious about the offer.
“Let’s just…both mind the thin walls and keep it down in the future.” You rasp your throat again and step to the side, ready to leave and bury your head in your pillow.
As you turn around, your wrist is grabbed, and Allen is behind you. He holds your wrist in his one hand, another pulls your hair away from your neck, gathering it all on one side. His face is close to you again, breath hitting your nape.
“Why’d you squeeze your legs like that when I suggested it, if you’re just gonna play coy now and leave?” Allen’s voice is but a hush, he almost whispers in your ear.
You swallow, let out a thin breath. You couldn’t believe he noticed that.
“I’ll be really quick, my fingers are fast.” He speaks against your neck. Still holding your wrist, but not tightly, his other hand moves down to your hip and glides down your thigh. “I’m also much better than that vibrator ever could be.”
His big hands on your skin are warm and rough. The way he towers over you from behind, his lips almost touching your neck, the rasp in his voice – all of it’s driving you crazy.
So crazy, that you’re actually considering it. You shudder.
“How fast?” Is all you come up with. You’re curious.
He’s been making you curious ever since you saw him on that first day. Allen’s got this mystery around him, never saying much, always glued to a screen. You noticed his fingers moving on a keyboard before and have to admit that your mind wandered to dirty places.
He chuckles. Your question let him know that he’s got you on the hook. With the small confirmation, he moves forward and places his lips on your skin for a short moment. The hand on your thigh squeezes your flesh and the hand on your wrist moves up to your shoulder.
“C’mere ‘n lemme show you.” He utters against your neck. He turns you around to face him and lets his lips clash onto yours. You didn’t have much time to think about it, before muscle memory kicks in, as you reciprocate the kiss.
It’s messy, but that’s how you like it. His tongue didn’t take long to enter your mouth and search for yours to circle it. You let out a small moan into his mouth. There’s heat collecting in your abdomen and you can’t help but let your hands land on his chest and around his neck.
With ease, he moves both of you mid kiss into his room. He removes one of his hands from your body to close the door behind him and places it on your cheek right after. The hand slides backwards to your ear, into your hair, where he softly grabs your roots. You moan again.
Allen moves his head back and chuckles. “Sounds familiar.”
You look at him with annoyance, but he kisses you again before you could counter with anything.
Allen continues to move you in his room. When you feel a mattress on the back of your legs, he leans down against you, to have you sit on the bed.
He stops the kiss again, leaving you with heavy breathing as you look up at him. He still stands in front of you, between your legs. When he straightens up into his full height, he towers over you once again.
“Scoot.” Allen orders almost, nodding his head upwards in the direction of his bed. You listen embarrassingly quickly to his words and move yourself up to his pillows.
He smirks again. That pisses you off, how is he so confident?
Yet again, Allen did get you in his bed. So why not be confident?
Allen sits down to your right side on the bed, placing his right hand immediately on your thigh to slide it in between your legs. For a second you thought you’d start to feel awkward now, but almost as if he could read your thoughts, he turned your head to him with his other hand.
“I’m gonna touch you now”, he states matter of fact. But before he does, he looks you in the eyes and waits. His hand stays in the same spot on your thigh, just a hair away from your center. You nod, but that isn’t enough for him. “I want you to actually say it.”
“Please.” You whisper. “Touch me.”
He hums, pleased with your response. His head moves in for a kiss, at the same time as his finger presses against your shorts. He presses the entire side of the finger against you, rough enough for you to feel it through the pajamas and your underwear.
You thank the heavens that you wore cute panties – entirely by coincidence – tonight, as you wiggle your hips against his finger. The pressure is nice, but you want more.
Allen knows this, as he feels your kisses become desperate. He smirks against your lips and decides to move his hand swiftly to slide past the hemline of both your shorts and your panties, onto your skin. He pushes the fabric to the side and presses his thumb almost smack-dab onto your clit.
Surprised at his immediate perfect placement, you moan into his mouth.
He slowly rotates his thumb clockwise on your clit once, then twice. You’re already wet from just his kisses and the way his hands caressed your whole body on the way to the bed.
He feels this and decides to take his index finger and push into the wetness.
“Allen!” You exclaim with a moan. You didn’t expect him to move so quickly, and he chuckles.
“Don’t wanna waste any time.” He speaks against your lips. He places kisses to your cheeks and your neck before he moves his head back a little to look at you.
Allen can feel that you’re already able to take his second finger. You sigh, as he pushes his middle finger in with the index. You move your legs around, one now laying over one of his and the other you let flop to the side. It gave him a slither of a view to your privates, but your pajamas covered most of you still.
This frustrates him, so he suddenly removes all fingers, and his lips, leaving you with a gasp. You look at him confused, but he’s already on the task of sliding down your pants and underwear.
Guess it didn’t matter whether your panties were cute or not, as he didn’t pay them any attention.
After he threw the clothes to the ground, he readjusts both of you to the way you were and wasted no time in sliding both of his fingers back into you. His thumb expertly moves with pressure against your clit and the sudden wave of pleasure makes you break out in rows of moans. You grasp onto his shoulder as you look up at his face. He was looking up and down between your face and in between your legs.
“Your pussy’s so wet, I bet you were just waiting for this to happen, hm?” He said, voice laced with lust. “I was waiting, too.” His admission surprised you, because you honestly didn’t expect anything to happen between the two of you.
“Were you–“ you let out a moan mid speaking. “Were you loud on purpose so I…”, you pause when he changed rhythm, “So I’d come to your door?”
All Allen did was laugh, but you figured that was confirmation enough. So he provoked you after all, and he was so sly about it, too. But you can’t be mad about it, because the way he moves his fingers is definitely something you wouldn’t want to miss out on.
You move your hand to the back of his head, grab his hair and pull him into you for another kiss. God, he’s so good at all of what he’s doing to you right now.
His fingers move in synchronicity and you could feel yourself getting close. He was right when he said he’d be better than your vibrator – there was nothing that could compare to this.
“Mh,” he wants to speak, so you let your grip on his hair loose, giving him space to move his head back and to look at you again. “Want you to cum for me right now”, he murmurs before sliding his tongue back into your mouth.
You nod excitedly and repeatedly, signaling to him that you were about to.
He took this as a challenge, didn’t change anything about the rhythm his fingers were plunging in and out of you and moving up to press against the soft tissue inside. He keeps his thumb circling your clit and pressing against it, listening to your muffled moans build up.
When you clenched so tightly around his fingers, he knew you had reached your climax. You nearly screamed, throwing your head back into the pillow and riding your hips against his fingers.
“Oh my god, Allen”, you moan. “Please, oh–”
“Mmh, I know”, he whispers, leaning down to place kisses against your neck. He continued to move his fingers, slowing down the tempo but still letting you ride out your orgasm. “Good girl, just cum on my fingers.”
His dirty talk is definitely hitting the right spot for you. You could just feel tingles in your core and the pressure that built up releasing onto his fingers. His lips were against your skin and he placed his free hand onto your head to pet your hair down. You bet it’s all messy from moving around against him and his pillow.
When your breathing calmed down and you stopped moving your hips, he slowly slid his fingers out of you. You look down, out of instinct, and see him taking his fingers into his mouth. He licked off your cum and hummed lowly in his throat.
“You taste wonderful.”
You feel the warmth in your cheeks again. What the hell is wrong with this guy?
“Let me taste you properly next time.” He smirks.
“Next time?” You exhale. He’s already planning on a next time while you’re just exhaustedly trying to catch your breath. “But you didn’t cum yet”, you state.
“I’ll jerk off to the mental image of this later.” He says this way too casually.
You almost don’t want to ask, but curiosity gets the better of you. “Did you jerk off to me before?”
He looks you in the eyes and kisses you before answering. “Yeah, of course.” Another kiss. “Everytime I could hear you moaning, all I could do was imagine what you’d look like with my dick inside your pussy.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but turned out to be speechless. How is he so casual about this?
“It’s all I could think of whenever I saw you in meetings too, having you suck my dick while I work, or letting me eat you out on my desk.” He looks towards his desk, as if he’s imagining it right now again.
“You down for any of that?” This time he looks at you, his eyes peering directly into yours. He’s still got his hands on your head and on your thigh, caressing your skin.
You couldn’t believe what you were saying. “Sounds fun.”
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