୨⎯ Interrupted ⎯୧
✎: bf!sungchan x fem!reader
wc — 1.1k
warnings & content — MDNI, explicit sexual content, established relationship, sex while on the phone, boss calling during sex, risk of being caught, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (baby, Channie), unprotected sex, orgasm (f & m), creampie, aftercare (brief), fluff, hot tension.
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It’s Friday night. You’ve just gotten off work, and now you’re in the middle of a heated makeout session with your boyfriend, Sungchan, on the living room sofa—your version of stress relief.
You’re straddling his lap, slowly grinding against him. He’s already visibly hard from the movement. Your lips are puffy from the intense kissing. Suddenly, he pulls away just enough to whisper against your lips.
“I missed you this week,” he murmurs, pecking your lips. “You were so busy,” another peck. “Didn’t even pay attention to me,” he finally says, before putting his lips back on yours.
You pull away slightly and smile down at him before leaning toward his ear. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby,” you whisper, biting his earlobe. His breath hitches. “I’m here now, aren’t I,” you say, looking at him with a seductive expression.
His hands move from your back down to your ass, giving it a firm grab and making you grind on him again. “Yeah,” he breathes out, looking you up and down.
You grab his shirt and collide your lips against his again. He starts to pull on your shirt, signaling for you to take it off. You do, and then take his off next. You pull back and admire him—his broad shoulders, his abs, his V-line—before looking back up at his face, where he’s smirking.
“Tell me when you’re done eye-fucking me so I can fuck you, please.”
You smirk at his words. “Can I not appreciate my boyfriend?”
“You can, but not when I need to be inside you after a week of deprivation,” he says, biting his lip while looking at your cleavage.
You just smile down at him, all sweet and teasing—that’s when he breaks.
He picks you up and throws you onto the couch so he’s the one on top now. He proceeds to take off your shorts and underwear all at once.
“So pretty, baby,” he says, kissing your leg, moving upward slowly to your upper thigh and stopping just above your core. “All mine.”
He kisses your belly and moves upward. When he reaches your chest, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks on it.
You throw your head back in pleasure. “Fuck, Channie.”
At the same time, his hand moves down to your core and finds you completely soaked. “Hm, all wet for me, right, baby?”
You nod. “Yeah—fuck—all for you.”
He suddenly gets up and takes off his shorts and underwear, revealing his leaking cock, the tip red like it’s begging to be inside you.
“All fours, head on the sofa’s arm,” he demands.
You do as told.
He gets behind you, teasing your entrance, gathering your slick and running his cock along your folds.
That’s when your phone starts ringing.
You sigh, and he groans.
“Ignore it, it’s probably not important,” you say, looking back.
He looks at you, and finally the phone stops ringing. He mutters to himself, “Finally.”
He starts to push himself into you—
—but then the phone starts ringing again.
He groans and pulls away. “For fuck’s sake, who the fuck is calling you on a Friday night at 7 p.m.?”
You scooch over to grab your phone from the table next to the sofa arm. You see it’s your boss.
“Fuck, it’s my boss, I need to take this,” you say, looking back at him. “Sorry.”
You pick up the phone and lay down belly-first on the couch.
“Hello, sir, is there a problem?”
Sungchan, annoyed at being interrupted, thinks about getting dressed again—but you look too good lying there on the couch.
Suddenly, he moves behind you again. You feel the couch shift and assume he’s just moving—
“No, sir, I wasn’t the one to deliver those reports, I think it was—oh God—”
You cut yourself off, surprised.
Sungchan just slid into you mid-conversation.
You look back at him in disbelief, but he just dismisses it, waving his hand and mouthing, “Be quiet.”
“Hello? Is everything okay?” you hear your boss on the other end.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir, something fell on my foot, I’m fine,” you say as Sungchan starts picking up his pace.
You brace yourself on the end of the couch and bite into the fabric so you don’t moan. He runs his hands up and down your sides as he slides in and out.
You suddenly hear your boss again. “Even if it wasn’t you to deliver the reports, I need you to look at them and deliver them again. These are a mess.”
“Yeah, sir,” you breathe out as Sungchan thrusts into you after pulling out fully, like he’s doing it on purpose. “I’ll have it done by Mon—Monday, sir, I’ll ta-talk to who—” you inhale sharply “whoever made it.”
“Thank you, I will see you on Monday.”
You don’t even let him finish before you hang up.
“Finally,” he says, fake annoyed.
You turn your head back. “What the fuck were you thinking… what if he heard something?”
He starts speeding up again. “But he didn’t because you’re such a good girl and didn’t make a sound,” he says, leaning down to kiss your bare back.
You moan. “Fuck, Sun—Sungchan.”
“Yeah, moan my name loud, baby, let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”
“Fuck, you feel so good, so full, Channie.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight, I’ve missed this tight pussy all week,” he says, going harder.
“Chan, I’m close, fuck.”
“Yeah, I know, you’re squeezing me so tight, fuck, I’m gonna come too.”
He reaches underneath you with his hand and starts rubbing your clit to help you reach your orgasm faster.
“Hm—fu-fuck, I’m cumming.”
“Me too, baby, come with me.”
That’s all it takes for you to release, and for him to follow right after.
He pulls out and turns you around so you’re both lying face to face on the couch.
“Hi,” you say.
He laughs. “Hi, baby,” he says, pecking your lips.
“That was so good, I missed this,” you say into his chest.
“Yeah, me too. Seems like your boss is an ass, can’t believe that even after this full week of him overworking you he had the audacity to try and cockblock me.”
You giggle. “Yeah, he’s an ass, but I need to be honest—even though I was surprised, that was one of the hottest things we’ve ever done, the rush of fucking while on the phone.”
He looks down at you. “Yeah?”
You nod.
“Good to know,” he says, smirking.
You can’t shake the feeling that this won’t be a one-time thing.
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