contains- smut, a little bit of fluff, some crack, tiny angst, little bit of everything, swears,
asks- open!
i think the main reason you’d be friends with benefits would be like university dorms putting you together and one night he js came to your room like “wanna fuck?”
and then when you tell him you’re a virgin he’s like “i’ll eat you first then”
he defo got a size kink he is HUGE and you’re just under him struggling to cope
i feel like he would get you to squirm underneath to a certain degree, after its more than he likes hes gonna pin you down and go harder
and if you and him get into an argument, like if you’re upset he doesn’t listen or do anything in the dorm, which he still won’t listen btw he’s js gonna eat you out until you cant bear it
forces you to watch scary things just so you cuddle him
yall DEFO get shipped the fact you share a dorm doesn’t help but like, he doesn’t mind
sometimes js lays in your bed you come back from lecture he’s js there and when you ask why he js tell you that he prefers your bed
asks to shower with you because he “is in a rush”, no he isn’t he wanna fuck
i can imagine yall have a system like he buys the stuff, you cook and you both clean.
he pretends hes fwb with ALOT of girls and makes sure its people that’s believable but he js wanna have an excuse to fuck u because hes a wimp and to scared to say he wants to date you
i hc it as like popular seeun and a quiet reader
like you’re not from the same crowds but you fit together so much
degrades you asf he genuinely says horrid things to you not even on purpose he just says it because hes too into the moment
⤷ in which your hot coworker catches you staring and does something about it.
nsfw! coworkers, workplace romance, office sex, janitor's closet, semi-public sex/risk of being caught, p in v, size difference, air sex/standing missionary/being picked up, creampie, wc: ~2.4k
working in the office was easily the most boring thing you’ve ever done. the numbing fluorescent lights, the constant mechanical printer sounds, all of it.
which would’ve been unbearable, if your coworker park seeun weren’t so hot.
and today, you had heard him before you saw him, his slow footsteps, crisp loafers clicking against the tile. you didn’t look up at first, fingers still hovering over your keyboard, pretending to care very deeply about the spreadsheet on your monitor.
then he passed your desk. and holy hell, your heart stopped momentarily.
seeun always looked good. but this? this was ridiculous.
you stared. openly. shamelessly.
his suit was charcoal gray with thin white pinstripes, and god, it did absolutely nothing to help your concentration. the jacket hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, the fabric stretching just enough when he moved. it tapered neatly at his waist, emphasizing every line of him in a way that felt very unprofessional to notice. his tie sat crisp against his shirt, and his hair slightly ruffled like he’d run a hand through it without thinking.
seeun was already tall, the unfair kind of tall that made everyone else in the office seem slightly misproportioned by comparison, but the suit somehow made it worse. it looked less like office attire and more like a deliberate attack on your ability to think straight.
“morning.” his voice snapped you back into your body.
you hesitated slightly, eyes flying up, only to find him already looking at you. there was the faintest hint of amusement in his expression, but enough to make heat creep into your cheeks.
“m-morning,” you managed.
his gaze lingered a second too long. not obvious enough for anyone else to notice, but you felt the slow drag of his eyes and the tiny pause before he continued walking.
your stomach flipped.
you tried to work, but concentration was impossible when your brain kept replaying the way he confidently walked around the office like he was a model. and by the time you stood to grab a document from the printer, you were still flustered wondering if you'd only imagined him staring at you in that moment or if he really had.
and of course seeun was there too, standing by the printer, sleeves pushed up just slightly, tie loosened now. it was like the universe placed him here specifically to torment you.
the machine whirred between you. you stood there quietly, looking anywhere but him. he looked down at you, eyes slightly squinted. your pulse jumped.
“you okay?” he asked. too casually. too knowingly.
“fine,” you said quickly. then, because your mouth had apparently declared war on your dignity- “you just… look really good today.”
seeun blinked once slowly, then the corner of his lip lifted. your heart thudded painfully against your ribs as you realized far too late what you had just admitted.
“really good?” he repeated quietly. you could tell he was amused.
your throat went dry. “i mean, your suit– it’s just–”
“hm?”
“you clean up well.”
a low chuckle escaped him, “that's not what you were going to say.”
your eyes flickered away again. “i don't know what you're talking about.”
“no?” his brows lifted. “because you've been staring at me since I walked in.”
heat shot straight to your cheeks. “i have not.”
he tilted his head, studying you, “you looked me up and down three times before i even sat down.”
your mouth fell open, “i-i wasn't—”
"you were.”
his smile wasn't cocky. somehow, that made it worse. it was calculated and certain.
“so,” he said, taking one slow step closer, “tell me what you were really going to say.”
your pulse hammered. this was definitely against company policy.
“i was just saying the suit looks nice. n-nothing more."
“the suit?”
“yes.”
“that's funny.” his eyes met yours, “because it didn't sound like you were complimenting the suit.”
you couldn't think. couldn't breathe. his gaze lingered on your face for another second before dropping briefly to your lips. then, without another word, his fingers closed gently around your wrist.
“come here.”
before your brain could catch up, he was already dragging you down the hallway, past desks and meeting rooms and coworkers who gave you two suspicious looks. your pulse was pounding.
he took you to the janitor’s closet, opened the door, and pulled you inside. the space was cramped and dimly lit. shelves lined the walls, stocked with paper towels, bottles, folded rags. the door clicked shut, and the sound echoed.
seeun didn’t move away. he only stepped closer.
your breath stuttered. “you can’t just–”
"you look good today too... pisses me off..."
he let out a soft breath, something between a scoff and a laugh, and leaned in just slightly, enough that you could feel the warmth of him.
“you make it hard not to stare at you too.”
his hand slid from your wrist, fingers trailing slowly, deliberately, until they rested against your waist. your thoughts scattered completely.
“seeun…” you whispered. and the way his name left your mouth, made his chest flutter. the air felt suddenly too thin. his gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes.
his lips were on yours without warning. his big hands, still gripped on your waist, pushed you forwards until your back was on the door. he reached behind you and locked it. his hands kept roaming your ass, your thighs, your tits, your neck–
you began through strained breaths, “are you sure this is a good idea? what if someone–?”
“don’t act shy now. this is what you wanted. all that staring and the puppy eyes…” he shut you up with a kiss again, tongue sliding into your mouth easily. he lowered down to bury himself in your neck, arms wrapping around you and making you feel so small. he laid little kisses and licks all across your soft skin.
the wetness pooling in your panties was impossible to ignore now. a small moan escaped your lips, “oh my god.”
he leaned back slightly, smirking at you. he knew you were ready now. he stood up straight and began to unbutton his pants, and the sight alone was paralyzing. his cock sprung out, and it was bigger than you expected, – long, veiny, perfectly thick – which was saying a lot. your mouth went dry at the thought of even half of it stretching you out.
he reached forward, peeled down your pencil skirt, then parted your legs.
“you wore this knowing i’d have to sit across from you all day? fucking tease,” he sucked his teeth, "don't act so innocent."
once you were half-naked, he wasted no more time. he reached under your legs and scooped you up like you weighed nothing. he stepped forward, pushing you against the door again to hold you in place.
he lined himself up with your wet, throbbing hole. seeun kept eye-contact, head leaning back and lips slightly parting as he oh-so slowly pushed into you. your eyes rolled back, the stretching sensation overwhelming your body. it seemed to never end.
“fuck, seeun– i can’t take anymore,” you whined, legs squeezing around his waist as if it might ground you.
“you’ll get used to it. i’m barely in. just a little more…” he hummed and kept slowly inching deeper into you, making contact you didn’t even know was possible. “fuck, you’re so tight. feels so good.”
he was fully buried inside you. if he just stayed still like this, you thought you might be able to get off from the sheer warmth and heaviness alone. but of course, he began to pump into you slowly, ramming you into the door with each slow thrust. the door rattled slightly on its hinges, but neither of you cared. you could barely form a coherent thought.
“so big…” was all you could say, voice being washed away in ripples of moans.
“hm. you fit so perfectly underneath me.” he said with a growl, licking his lower lip. he didn’t even realize that he began to rut into you even harder, but kept the same tempo. he grunted against your lips, where your breath was already gone. “you like it when i tower over you like this?”
“mhmm,” you managed, eyes closing. “i love it.”
seeun was becoming more and more addicted to you with each pretty sound you gave him. he backed away from the wall, suspending you in air. he used his big hand under your ass to bounce you up and down on his cock like you were a toy. your soft boobs bounced, and your head bobbed as you felt more and more limp.
he gripped harder, fingers digging into your ass, sure to leave marks. you clenched around him reflexively, making him immediately groan out louder, “shit– keep doing that.”
of course, you did. as a reward, seeun slid one hand between your thighs. his fingers skillfully magnetized straight to your clit and rubbed circles. your breath caught, his movements sending electricity through every nerve in your body. your moans became louder and more frantic, like you were begging without words. you bent forward, digging your nails in his back, and shoved your face into his hard shoulder to suppress the sounds.
“don’t hide from me now. let me see your pretty, fucked-out face.” he grabbed your chin, pushing your head back with a snarl. you gave in, letting the sounds leave your body like there was no tomorrow as your head leaned back and bobbed with each thrust. he kept slamming his huge dick up into your pussy. the angle was making you salivate, lose your vision, curl your toes, and–
“ohmygodohmygod–” you whimpered, the heat creeping up from your core into your stomach. “i can’t take it anymore, seeun. i’m gonna– i’m gonna–”
“gonna what?” he smirked.
“come,” you said through sharp breaths
“already? that was easy.” he laughed, then leaned forward and shoved his tongue into your mouth once more. it only heightened your sensations, like he was nicotine buzzing and numbing your mouth.
“you’re just so…” your eyes trailed down to the heated spot between you two. you watched as he railed into you, your walls stretching to fit him over and over again. he was so thick, so big compared to you that you felt lightheaded.
“come for me then,” seeun demanded, “i’ll finish when i feel like it.”
your breath broke as a sharp, fragile hitch that seeun felt more than he heard. the air caught in your throat, your body tensing above him in a way that made his grip tighten instinctively.
“there you go…” he murmured quietly and definitely satisfied.
the closet seemed to narrow, the tiny space around you dissolving into nothing but him. your fingers curled reflexively against his shoulders, and your body reacted before your mind could even process it. everything tightened. every nerve suddenly exploding, every sensation amplified until it felt almost unbearable. seeun exhaled softly beneath you, but he didn’t stop.
a shudder ran through you. seeun’s hands flexed slightly, holding you securely as your climax moved through you, his gaze dark, fixed entirely on your face. watching. drinking in every tiny reaction.
“shit…” he breathed, voice rougher now, quieter, like the sight of you like this did something dangerous to his composure.
and for a brief, hazy second, nothing existed except the overwhelming rush of sensation and the way he held you through it.
“so sensitive,” he murmured, and there was something unmistakably smug in the softness of it.
but he didn’t stop. no. he kept rutting into you. the sensation didn’t fade. it deepened. another wave of electricity jolted through you as he continued with slow precision.
“not done yet. almost there–” he murmured quietly. your grip loosened against his shoulders, fingers barely holding on now, but seeun didn’t let you fall. his arms tightened instantly, holding you effortlessly as your strength drained away completely. you barely managed a breath, chest rising unevenly as exhaustion settled deep into your limbs.
“look at you…” he murmured, low and rougher now.
there was something darkly satisfied in the way he said it, his gaze dragging slowly over your face, your unfocused eyes, the way you melted so easily against him. completely spent. completely his doing.
your head tipped forward slightly, breath warm and unsteady against his collar, your body pliant in his grasp. every sensation felt dulled and hypersensitive all at once.
seeun exhaled shakily. his hands tightened on you without thinking, fingers pressing in slightly as whatever control he’d been holding onto finally started to slip.
“fuck… i’m cumming,” he strained. his head dipped, jaw tightening as the tension you’d driven into him all day broke loose.
his arms locked around you, holding you closer against his chest. his grip tightened as the wave hit him. warmth bloomed inside of you, filling you up.
for a brief moment, the tiny closet felt impossibly silent except for the uneven sound of breathing – yours soft and exhausted, his rough and slowly coming down.
then seeun relaxed just slightly. you remained limp against him, body heavy, legs weak, your weight entirely supported without effort. his chest rose and fell slowly beneath your cheek, heartbeat still faintly erratic under your ear.
“you’re unbelievable,” he murmured quietly, voice low. his hand slid slowly along your back, fingers tracing lazy circles. he very carefully and very gently lowered you to the floor. he pulled out of you slowly, your cunt practically suctioning onto him. then, you felt his hot seed spill onto your inner thighs. your legs barely cooperated, body heavy and loose with exhaustion, and seeun’s hands lingered at your waist for a second longer than necessary. you laughed quietly, and so did he.
he reached behind him and grabbed a clean rag off of the shelf, wiping off your soft skin.
your brain caught up all at once. your eyes widened. “oh my god. no.”
seeun blinked, still hazy. “what?”
“oh my god, i was so loud,” you repeated, voice sharper now, panic rising fast. “they definitely heard us.”
“…what?”
“the walls are thin,” you hissed, scrambling slightly upright despite your shaky limbs. “this is an office building, seeun. an OFFICE BUILDING.”
he stared at you. then glanced at the door. then back at you with a faint smile, “…shit.”
“we’re getting fired,” you whispered dramatically. “we’re absolutely getting fired. this is it. this is how my career ends. janitor’s closet scandal all because you looked too fucking good in that stupid tailored suit.”
seeun reached up to fix your hair sweetly, but there was a hint of amusement tugging at his mouth.
“relax. if we get fired, that just means more free time for this. you'd love that wouldn't you?” he kissed you again, softer this time. you pushed his chest, “not funny.”
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