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Hi guys!

A quick announcement here.

This blog is a side blog to a side blog - however weird it may sound. I will be transfering all my posts from here to my main writing blog which is @thong-in-the-twist

And after a week I will delete this blog, to have all of my writing in one place.

Happy New Year!

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The +1 (III)

Summary: You find yourself inviting your colleague to a wedding, and honestly? It’s all your friends’ fault.

(I) (II) (III)

Jongdae is quiet. It’s not that unusual but it still takes you by surprise. That part you haven’t thought through – what if it becomes awkward? The silence is too heavy to even try and breach it so you shift uncomfortably in your seat looking out at the window. Traffic is light, there are still a few hours left before rush hours, but it doesn’t mean that streets are empty. Most of the pedestrians are teenagers already starting to enjoy their weekend.

You glance at Jongdae and he is still focused on the road, hands tight on the wheel. You refuse to let yourself start regretting asking him to the wedding. It’s too early for that. The navigation informs you that you should turn left after 400 meters. That is the second surprising thing – Jongdae put his phone in the holder, turned on the navigation and allowed it to give spoken instructions. You usually found navigation annoying, so you prefer to just check it from time to time.

Jongdae seems to be preferring being spoken to. Which is fine, really. At least something is talking.

Your phone chimes and you feel guilty at how relieved you feel. You just turn your phone up, because you’ve been holding it in your hand all this time.

It’s from work, so you unlock it to read the message.

FrenchPM (quand même): are you in?

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): no, sorry, already out. what happened?

FrenchPM (quand même): Oh, great! Gimme your password, I need to finish export by the end of the working day and I could another PM account :wink:

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): sure! it’s WelcomE2017. – also if you need more than one Jongdaes is also free right now

You realize you should ask him before you hand over his account. This not unusual and you know that he will agree without a moment of hesitation, but it’s polite to ask. You glance at him and you notice tension in his hands. Why is he so tense? You wet your lips.

“Jongdae?” Even to your ears, your voice sounds weak. He hums something and you decide to take it as a sign that he is listening. “Louise is behind with her export, can she use your account?”

“Sure,” he says without a pause. Just as you thought.

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): his password is the same

FrenchPM (quand même): …

FrenchPM (quand même): well thank you, but a) how do you know his password b) how do you know his account is not in use right now

Well, that was a bed you made yourself. That was such an obvious thing and yet, you marched without any thought. Your thumbs twitch but you don’t start writing. You simply don’t know how to answer. You feel caught.

“Also, tell her that if it’s not enough, she can temporarily give assign managerial rights from my account,” says Jongdae and it only serves to make you more stressed. You hoped that you could just ignore Louise for the time being and then talk with her on Monday. And since when Jongdae has administrator rights on his account?

Jongdae halts at the red light and turns to you. You try not to notice that it’s the first time this happens since you left the garage.

“Oh,” he says and you look at him. He seems quite worried and, again, it only dampens your mood. “Are you worried that Louise knows?”

Are you so easy to read?

“Well, you are doing me a huge favor and I don’t want to put you in position where…”

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about me!” Jongdae laughs. He laughs. As if gossip that there could be something brewing between you was such a light matter. “I mean, we are not doing anything extremely naughty.”

His smile is bright and reassuring. The easiness that allows him to brush it off is contagious and you find yourself opening slack once more to write to Louise as light changes to green.

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): girl, that password was generic password for our whole year? And I know that cause he is sitting next me

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): he says hi btw

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): and he says that he’s gotten admin rights so if you need more PM accounts just make them. but you know. with expiration date

FrenchPM (quand même): are you skipping CLASSES right now with JONGDAE? You are being naughty, young lady.

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): :poop:

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): you have a deadline

FrenchPM (quand meme): :poop:

“Louise says hi,” you say out loud and once again Jongdae only hums something quietly and your good mood is not that good again. Why is he so tense all of a sudden? Is there something on his mind? You follow the line of his arm up to his shoulder. Even his jaw is tense.

Sudden thought clears your mind.

“Jongdae?” You prompt and you are not surprised when he clears his throat. “You don’t like driving, do you?”

“Not particularly, no,” he admits after a moment of silence. He halts at the lights and glances at you. “Is that a problem?”

A relieved laugh escapes you.

“No, I was just wondering why you are in such a foul mood,” you admit in turn, feeling quite at ease. You can’t help but find it cute, now that you understand the problem. “Do you want me to drive?”

His whole body jerks to you, but as soon as he reacts, he deflates.

“No, it’s ok,” he says as the light changes to green.

“C’mon, drive over so we can change. I don’t mind, really,” you push and clearly he doesn’t need to be told twice.

Five minutes later you are driving (he drives automatic!) quite content with how smooth the car feels and Jongdae is clearly content on the passenger seat, browsing his CDs in the glove compartment. You notice the bottle of perfume hidden in it and it makes you smile. Also, the fact that he still prefers listening to music from CDs as opposed to connecting his phone to the audio system of his car is quite endearing.

“Oh, can I turn off the voice?” You ask already reaching for his phone. Well, you are the one driving, so you are the one in the position of power now.

“Sure,” he laughs, putting the CD in. “I know that I’m in the minority, but I prefer it to instruct me as I go.”

As first sounds of Maroon 5’s Love Somebody fill the car you wonder if you should ask him about his averse to driving, but decide against. Everybody has their problems and if he wants to share the reason, he will.

Driving automatic is really easy so when Jongdae starts asking questions you have no problem with diving into the conversation. He asks about the bride and groom, he asks about your friends and what to expect. You describe what happened at a bachelorette party and Jongdae shares with you how he and his friends once crashed their friend’s bachelorette and did impromptu strip-tease. You have tears in your eyes by the time he is done, and truthfully? That’s a great idea. After that, you start gossiping about co-workers and you can’t stop yourself from going into a prolonged rant about new workers that don’t even try to remember what you tell them.

It’s so comfortable that you are surprised when you arrive at the hotel. What’s more, you can’t deny you feel low-key disappointed. It’s a similar feeling to have your favourite song come on on the radio just before you have to get out the car.

Jongdae throws his bag on one shoulder, yours land on the other and takes the present. You are left with carrying your garment bags. The lobby is filled with people but you don’t see anyone familiar, so you go straight to the desk. Nice lady checks you in while not so subtly glancing at Jongdae and you need to stop yourself from checking whether he sees that. Well, it’s not like you are together, but you can feel yourself getting annoyed. He is here with you, so that wouldn’t be really nice if he showed interest. Not that you have any rights to stop him, of course.

Just like you’ve been promised your room has two single beds. Small miracles. You’ve been lucky enough to get a room overlooking the lake. You can see the tower of the church on the other side of it and you can see the space prepared for the reception. Round tables, wooden parquet, ministage for the band. Your time is really good, you still have three hours left before the wedding.

“Hi, are you hungry?” Prompts Jongdae and you look away from the window. He is sitting on the bed he has chosen and he pulls a plastic bag out of his luggage. “I thought we wouldn’t have time to eat before the ceremony so I raided our shared kitchen for goods.”

And sure enough, the bag contains croissants, muesli bars and apples. He hovers his hand over each item, looking at you expectantly and you laugh nodding when he goes back to croissants. Once again you find yourself laughing while munching on the make-shift meal as Jongdae tries to describe what you are eating in a cooking-show fashion. You reply to a few messages most of them being queries whether you’ve arrived safely. Louise messages you to notify that export was finished in time and you reply with thumb emoji.

You let Jongdae go shower first after warning him to be quick and not to fog the bathroom to which he salutes. He is quick and he doesn’t fog the mirrors which you find very pleasing. Your shower is just as quick, but when you go out Jongdae is already dressed save for his jacket. And he is wearing a vest.

A vest and a bowtie, and he is looking damn fine.

“I didn’t pin you for a vest type of guy,” you joked grabbing your garment bag and rest of supplies. You didn’t think about it earlier, used to walking around your apartment while getting ready. Because of that, you had to put your work clothes on again.

“I was told that I do vests quite well, so if I’m dressing up I should include it. Also, they are just classy,” he says with a shrug.

“Great choice,” you acknowledge and he smiles at you lazily, pulling the hem of the vest. Suddenly you are overwhelmed with the need to grab him by that vest. The moment quickly passes and you go back to the bathroom. You also decided to do what you were told you can pull off the best. Remembering that there is a whole night of partying ahead of you go heavy on your make up, setting it with spray. The same goes for hair, even though you settle on an easy bun with a filler.

The first problem you encounter is the zipper. But thankfully you brought here a handy device called Jongdae that will be able to quickly resolve it.

“Jongdae, can you help me with the zipper?” You ask, pushing open the doors. It’s such an easy phrase. Nothing hidden in the words, the message is as clear as the sentence. And Jongdae appears in the doorway, once more stunning you with how good he looks in his vest and fitted pants.

“Sure,” he says with a shrug and takes a step behind you. In the meantime, he put on his perfume, which is now familiar after the ride. You are putting on your earrings as Jongdae’s warm hand touches your back. Suddenly you have a hot flash. Your eyes jump to his reflection and you see him looking at your back, his soft locks resting against his forehead. You are hyper-aware as his other hand grabs the zipper and he slowly pulls it up – careful not to catch your skin. The way fabrics squeeze you mixed with Jongdae’s unusual focus proves to be quite a sensual experience.

“Here you go,” he announces when you are all zipped up, and he is close enough for his breath to tickle your nape. You can feel the tingling sensation on your head, going down your spine, but you refuse to shudder. You smile at his reflection but you know that you are simply not ready for him to step away, so without a word you hand him your necklace. He helps you with that as well, but every touch of his fingers on your skin and the way you react to it, tells you that it’s a very bad idea.

By the time the delicate adornment is secured you are hot, disturbed and quite sure you were crushing on Jongdae way before you asked him to this event.

Which was not ideal, but your moment of realization couldn’t have come at a better time. You have a full weekend to do something about this second, bigger, problem.

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If it wasn't requested already, SHOULDERS + sehun bc we love a maknae with wide shoulders ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Oh no, sorry, nony! They were all already requested, but! I won’t let you leave empty handed!~ As a matter of fact, I took the idea from another blog and she actually wrote Sehun/Shoulders!

So here you go ❤️

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ARMS with Jongdae if it's not taken yet. I love arms on men. 😭😭😭😭😭

Then it’s good that most men have arms.

Drabble Game: 100!

“You enjoy it.”

It was not an accusation by any means. It was said with nearly religious awe, an awe that led Jongdae in his actions. That awe made him yank you away from the wall against which he held you captive. That awe made him push you on the bed, and the very same awe made him cage you under his body.

Not that you were opposed.

And not that you are opposed to his arm stretching above your head, where his hand keeps your wrists. Your clothes were already discarded and you were zeroing on the slope Jongdae’s deltoid. Your eyes follow the lines of his muscles down his arm as far as you can without rolling them back into your skull. You know that it’s not the easiest hold and instead of relying on his fingers securing your wrists, he uses sheer force to press your hands into the bed. His muscles are taut and you can barely even flex your fingers. And you love it.

“Oh, you love it, don’t you?” Jongdae seems both satisfied and still quite unbelieving. Yes, you do, but you are not ready to admit that out loud.

“Your armpit is straight in my face,” you say instead, pulling your hands in tight fists to check the hold. It’s strong and you can feel how much it makes you wet. Jongdae laughs, his body shaking and drops lower, basically laying on top of you and his weight is delicious. His free hand travels up your arm, fingertips skipping over the soft skin of your underarm and triceps. Your skin is tingling – it’s such a soft and intimate touch that your eyes close so you can enjoy how subtle it is.

This moment Jongdae chooses to kiss you, his lips equally soft, equally invigorating. He keeps the kiss short and sweet, and it’s obviously a way to keep you distracted because save for few shifts (and one of his hands disappearing from your body) there is no warning before he pushes his way into you and your breath catches in your throat. You flex your arms and your eyes fly open – Jongdae’s face is right above yours, his jaw a little slack, eyes closed as he tastes the feeling.

You turn your head to the side to kiss his arm, tongue darting out to taste the salt on his skin. His purr reaches your ears and just as you glance at him he thrusts. You tense – your legs, your arms, your wrists bucking.

“A-a-a-a…” Jongdae sing-songs and your attention is shifted to his still free arm. You see the muscles shift as he brings it forward, wrist lax, once more caressing your arm. This time he reaches your wrist. You feel how he frees your hands and your first instinct is to grab him. His neck, his back, his biceps – whatever. But he grabs you again, this time your hands are spread, his fingers entwining with yours, but still pressing you down. You keen, back arching and Jongdae kisses your arm in answer and thrusts. And thrusts again, pushing your leg higher up the bed with his knee.

And then, he starts fucking you in earnest.

And when you start trashing on the bed, due to the dull but constant pressing of the base of his cock against your labia and your mons pubis and your clitoris, you turn your head to the side where you can see sweat collecting on the line between deltoid a biceps. You can reach his arm and you bite it, feeling wetness under your lips. Jongdae groans and trusts again causing a tremor to go down your frame, but you don’t let go.

The arm flexes, and fingers tense around your wrists. Your hands are pulsing because of lack of blood.

The rest of your body pulses because your blood is flowing.

Downwards.

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Sehun / Neck / [M] ♥️

Sehun/Neck/ [M]ole ♥️

Drabble Game: 100!

You grunt in unison. It’s been so long and it hasn’t been easy. You are holding his nape as if it was a buoy. Your fingers are sinking into the flesh because you are holding for dear life. Sehun pats your thigh and you shift to secure your shins against the sill. You catch his stare, he laughs.

You join him because, well, this is precarious. You might have gone overboard when you saw him back. Your bag just fell to the ground and you might have said something along the lines I’m going to fuck you against that window but you don’t remember. You do remember letting blinds down and undressing Sehun as if there was the fire under your ass.

Now there is a hand under your ass. Sehun’s naked ass is pressed against the blinds and he is perched on the sill. So you might have said something different. Like that you are going to climb him and ride him like a ladder.

Flexing arms is the first sign and you exhale when he forces you to raise on your legs. It’s hot and it’s good, and you push your forehead against Sehun’s. You stare him right into the eyes when you go down and he only needs to lift his chin slightly to kiss you. He does and your hands move down on his neck. Your thumbs massage the skin as you kiss. He grunts quietly when he lifts you again and a shiver goes down your spine. How hot is that?

Your left thumbs find something. You know exactly what that is, and you break the kiss to attack his neck. Your upper lip feels the slightly protruding mole and you scrape your teeth along the tendon. Sehun exhales but after a second you realize it’s not exactly your mouth on his neck but a preparation. He realizes that you are not going to sink down onto his dick. So he thrusts up. Your thighs tense and your pelvic floor muscles cramp. You moan into his neck but you don’t lose your focus. You start sucking a bruise into his skin, just around that beauty mark and he withdraws again.

You grunt when he drives home again.

Sehun never talks much while fucking you. He grunts quietly, sometimes he moans. And this time you can feel those sounds under your lips. You bite the skin and roll it between your teeth, keening when he gives it to you just right. Soon your skin and his skin start to get slippery from perspiration and you hook your arm on his neck to secure yourself. You let his neck rest for a second and you straighten just when he delivers the strongest thrust. Moan breaks out of lips and Sehun looks devilish. Bastard is happy. Oh, so happy.

He rests back against the sill and you suddenly feel your back getting cold, sweat slowly drying. He moves your legs to hook behind his back (and you are grateful because there is a clear red line on your shins from the sill).

“Hold tight,” he says and he accentuates his words with a slap that lands on your ass. You grunt, looking at him in fervour. He is smiling, of course, he is smiling. In retaliation, you push your thumb into his tender neck. His eye twitches.

You know when you push on his buttons. You feel him shift his feet, you feel him sink his fingers into your ass. You bite down on his neck when he fucks into your forcefully. Your keen is muffled by his skin.

He fucks you until there is red blush from exertion on his neck, mixing with darker marks of your teeth. He fucks you until your moans can no longer be muffled.

He fucks you until there is no chance that he’ll be able to cover his thoroughly marked neck.

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LIPS, JONGDAE, [M] PLEASEEEEEE

LIPS, JONGDAE, DA[M]NNNNNNNNN

Drabble Game: 100

You hear a familiar whine when you let Jongdae’s cock fall out of your mouth.  It’s hard, dark red and wet, and it is inviting, but your jaw aches and you feel like it’s time for a change. But Jongdae certainly disagrees.

“Get down there,” he whines head trashing on the pillow. You bare your teeth in a smile, but he can’t see that. However, when you move up Jongdae’s body, he doesn’t even try to push you down, hand coming up to your sides, dexterous fingers caressing your waist. On your way, you admire his body but you quickly fixate on his lips. You’ve never seen another person with lips curved like that, it’s a thing you associate with Jongdae, and Jongdae only, and you love it. As if he felt you staring, Jongdae opens his eyes. He focuses on you and his eyebrows ride slightly up on his face. “You are going to kiss me, aren’t you.”

It’s not even a question. He sounds somehow resigned to the idea, but you know he is not against since his hand is kneading your ass as he speaks. Your smile is guilty when you bend down to kiss the right corner of his mouth. As you go up, you can see the other corner of his lips twitching up in a barely contained smile. You don’t think long before you kiss the other one and this time when you straighten he is sporting a pretty broad smile with his eyes closed. He wets his lips and you know that this tongue peeking out of his mouth is a trap. And yet you willingly go into tiger’s den.

You move your upper lip along his cupid’s bow and this barest touch makes the skin of your head tingle but only when you fit your mouth properly against Jongdae’s plump lips, does he react. He kisses you feverishly, hungrily, his usually soft lips pushing against yours. One of his hands is holding you by the nape as if you could even think about getting away. Especially not when he sucks your lower lip between his.

He uses your distraction to roll the both of you on the bed. This time you are the one to whine, grabbing Jongdae’s head in your hands to kiss him again. He wants to quicken the pace and you want his mouth. But you are sure you can find a way to satisfy you both.

First thing Jongdae does is to break the kiss – which you don’t appreciate. You fixate on them, hiccupping quietly when Jongdae pushes his tongue slightly out in concentration. They are puffier now, more red, all because of your assault. You can’t focus on how your chest heaves nor on Jongdae who pushes your knees apart, pushing them against the mattress until you tendons shake from the stretch. His fingers sink into the tissue of your knees when he thrusts for the first time into you – but you, you just grab his head again and kiss him again.

Now he is not that responsive, focused on delivering steady but hard thrusts that still move you up the bed. You are not dismayed by that in the slightest. Your legs shake, your stomach hollows, your skin covers in perspiration but you only focus on really abusing his lips. You want them swollen, you want them chapped, you want to know by heart every single millimetre of them. From one arched corner, down the perfect line of cupid’s bow, to the other corner.

You can feel how Jongdae’s lips break into a smile under yours and you let go, just to look at that.

He laughs, realizing that yes, you’ve stopped kissing him to assess your work. His skin is shining from sweat, his hair matted and his lips are sporting a colour of angry red – just like his cock was when you stopped sucking him off.

He presses his lips against your jaw and you relish how hot they are. Your own lips are pulsing and you know they are just as red and abused as Jongdae’s but they still fall open in moan when he drops down, his chest against yours.

His lips travel up your skin to your mouth and this time he initiates the kiss. You answer it, throwing your arms on his neck and arching your back to push yourself against his body.

“Please,” he whispers against your lips, his own tickling your skin, “steal my breath away.”

So you do.

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CONGRATS ✊🏻🌻

Thank you!💝💝💝

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100!

I am polite in the beginning because I wanna thank you, guys! It’s been a month since I really started writing here (fighting with lack of time :’(), and there is already one hundred of you following me, so THANK YOU!

For that, I thought that we could play a quick little game together? I will write 10 drabbles based on the prompts from the list below:

Neck & Sehun [M] for @shimmyhaze

Shoulders

Arms & Jongdae [M] for @julietsoddeye

Hands

Chest

Back

Waist

Ass

Lips & Jongdae [M] for @baekfanapleintemps

Jaw & Jongdae [M] for @thatgirlfromwindsor​

Ok! As requests go, I am fully booked! This post will stay to serve as a guide~ And also because I am still thankful~

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I really love BS stands for babysitter ♥️♥️♥️ great job. I just want to ask if "V" is the final chapter or can I expect more coming 😍

Aw! Thank you, nony! Well, yeah, I plan to continue writing BS (pun intended lmao). I am just unlucky with 70% of my team on vacations and important deadline coming up. It will take longer than expected but it will come~

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I saw that floating around and thank you for tagging me, @taemins-dolphin!  🔥

I am definitely not a soft stan, but then I didn’t get a single bingo in being a hard stan, so I don’t know anymore :c

I am tagging @shimmyhaze ,@somethingdeepandsilly,  @byun-biscuit , @baekfanapleintemps and @bomulseom, go to town if you want to, if you’ve been tagged earlier then SORRY, skip it if you don’t want to do it~

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Masterlist

Waffle writes (or if you’d like Waffle-list):

Chen

Master Puppeteer + Master’s Puppet [M]

Her cheekiness is endearing in moderation, but the way she believes that she will always win, no matter what happens, can be off-putting. She will be cheeky and pushy, and she’ll smile brightly while pushing every last button, making sure to dance on the edge of Jongdae’s limits. Jongdae’s POV. Smut. Explicit description of a blowjob, sub/dom undertones.

A thank-me-later call [M]

Summary: Jongdae is not tech savvy. But he knows how to call for help. Jongdae’s POV. Smut. Mentions of waxplay, bondage, sensory deprivation, riding crops. Explicit description of blowjob.

The +1 (I) (II)

Summary: You find yourself inviting your colleague to a wedding, and honestly? It’s all your friends’ fault.

Operation: Defloration [M]

I think that this title is self-explanatory. Crackish first time smut, 5k.

Sehun

BS stands for babysitter (I) (II) (III) (IV) (V)

Summary: Mr and Mrs Oh hire you to take care of their young son, but it’s the older one that wants to be taken care of.

Optional Bias

Not like that [M]

PWP

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Not like that [M]

It wasn’t supposed to end like that. It just wasn’t. People don’t do that in real life. You weren’t supposed to end up on your knees with your arms having already given up. Nothing signalled that you’ll find yourself gone, with your mouth hanging open, not even noticing saliva in the corner of your lips.

You didn’t think he was this type of guy. One that would fuck you till you couldn’t go anymore, till you couldn’t react, till everything in your head was blank and you were focused on your obdurately nearing orgasm.

Or maybe there were signs. Maybe you just couldn’t read them. Maybe his shining eyes following your every movement should have told you how deliberate he would be while undressing you. Maybe his warm hug was a trailer to him caging you between him limbs, holding you down and keeping you close. Maybe his horrible puns should have prepared you for a constant stream of filth that he whispers straight into your ear. Maybe his earrings were supposed to tell you how piercing his thrust would be.

You believed him to be a perfect gentleman. Playful, yes. God in bed? No.

Your legs are tangled into bed sheets and it’s your own doing. You trashed on the bed so much that now, when you desperately need to spread your legs even further, you can’t move. You can cry, you are crying, tears streaming down your cheek, but you can’t call out – there is no voice left in you. Breathing is enough of a challenge.

He is riding you hard and fast, your knees are moving up and down the sheets with every purposeful thrust. If he groans or if he talks to you – you can’t hear him over pounding in your ears. Sweat is simultaneously drying and appearing on your skin, it’s like your body doesn’t know what to do – it’s lost between him behind you and your cheek pressing against the pillow, you just can’t keep yourself up.

Was his possessive hand on the back of your thigh was supposed to signal how he’ll spank you, making you cramp your muscles and bite your lips in pleasure? Was his sharp and sometimes dirty kissing a sign that he’ll take your breath away with nearly every drive home? Was his thumb massaging your sore shoulders a hint to how good it would feel on your clitoris?

You weren’t supposed to end up like that. With your saliva sinking in the pillow, your toes curling, your stomach hollowing, as your boyfriend, sweet, caring, boyfriend fucked you through your second, even more earth-shattering, orgasm.

And he just kept going.

It was supposed to be a part of a series, but I just can’t be bothered to have more than two at a time.

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AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NICE

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The +1 (II)

Summary: You find yourself inviting your colleague to a wedding, and honestly? It’s all your friends’ fault.

(I) (II) (III)

“Are you serious?” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. You really didn’t expect him to agree when you asked. “You want to come with me?”

“Uh… Yes? I guess? You don’t sound like you want me to go, though.” Jongdae is confused, and you? You are confused as hell. Doesn’t he have something that would prevent him from coming? Other plans, things to do? Why would he want to spend his time with a bunch of people he doesn’t know (you included)?

“No, I want, I am just… Surprised, that’s all. I didn’t expect you to agree,” you let that slip, but you are still bamboozled by the whole thing. Jongdae shrugs.

“So? When and where should we meet?” He asks, and it brings you back to Earth. Ok, so it happened, and you have to roll with that. Who knows? Maybe it will be really worth it?

“Oh, so the wedding is this Friday at 6pm. I know that my friends are going around 2pm, and they still have two seats in their car so we could get a ride. It will last till Sunday, but of course, you can go back on Saturday.” You say, shrugging. Jongdae bites his lip and pulls out his phone checking his calendar.

“I knew it… I have a meeting at 1:30pm this Friday, so I probably won’t be able to catch that ride. Where exactly is it?”

“You know where the Grand Lake is? It’s a hotel on the west-side bay. It’s about an hour ride.” You say and Jongdae nods.

“Well, if you don’t need 3h hours to prepare, we could start together from here around 2:30pm? I am pretty sure I will be done by then – and we can take my car.”

You nod. If Jongdae takes his car it will mean he won’t be stuck there if he wants to leave, and this calms you. He nods back at you and smiles.

“So? That was your big problem?”

FrenchPM (quand même): Jongdae is not reading his messages, send him my way.

You catch that message in the corner of your eye, but you look up and Louise is staring at you from her office. Having glass everywhere can be quite… straining. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere.

“Uh…” It doesn’t really sound intelligent, but you are not sure whether you should answer. And whether you want to answer. Especially since Jongdae has his phone in his hand, and he should see slack’s notifications.

FrenchPM (quand même): is he slacking? :wink: :poop:

“Louise is complaining that you are not answering her, she needs you.” You finally say, and Jongdae’s face falls a little, but he checks his phone. He exhales forcibly, rubbing the screen of his phone on his thigh to clean it.

“Well, work is calling. I will message you later.” He says and smiles. He grabs his cup after that and motions to Louise that he’s coming. She shows him her thumbs up.

*

Amelia_Rias: Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I am not sure what to do with one extract. In the break option, I don’t have any date, what should I set as a start date? And what is the difference between type: “fixed” or “rolling”?

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions) is writing

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions) is writing

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions) is away

*

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions) sent a picture

FrenchPM (quand même): not even surprised.

*

KoreanPM (치지 않은 공은 100% 골인되지 않는다): help a man in need

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): I am not doing any more Portuguese contracts

KoreanPM (치지 않은 공은 100% 골인되지 않는다): :poop: :poop: :poop:

*

SpanishPM invited KoreanPM & PortuguesePM to the chat

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): Hi, Angela! Jongdae has a favor to ask of you!

SpanishPM left the chat

*

Jongdae gives you a stinky eye over his computer and you wonder for a second if it’s right to do a thing like, a day after you asked him for a really big favor. But no point crying over spilt milk. And anyway, he needs to learn how to talk to Angela, because there are rumors around that he is going to get promoted to Asian Team Leader, which would place him in a position that would require him to manage PMs under him.

On the plus note, your friends are all so stoked. Which is understandable. With you coming with a plus-one, they won’t feel that guilty. They all came together to imagine a happy ending for you as well, which was even more annoying than their previous pitying of you. You’ve invited a colleague so they would leave you alone, but now they are blowing this out to be some kind of amazing love story.

You have to be sure not to catch the bouquet.

*

You are finally working. How long it was since you really sat down in front of your computer pulled out a deal in Spanish and you really sat down to analyze it? Way too long that’s for sure. Your good mood can’t be damped by the fact that it’s a Chilean contract, so you need to read your way through rows of numbers written in words. Social security number? Sure, let’s start with sesenta y seis milliones trescientos ochenta y cuatro…

KoreanPM (치지 않은 공은 100% 골인되지 않는다): Btw, what are we giving bride&groom?

KoreanPM (치지 않은 공은 100% 골인되지 않는다): And who are they to you?

Right – he doesn’t even know whose this wedding is.

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): Bride is my best friend from uni. And upon her own request, she is getting a slow cooker.

KoreanPM (치지 않은 공은 100% 골인되지 않는다): :thumbs_up:

There is a shy knock on the glass and you look up to see Amelia. You wave her in.

“How can I help you?” You ask, noticing that she has her laptop in her hands. Please, let it not be about break option. Let it be anything else but break option.

“Yeah, sorry, but I have this problem with one of the extracts? You see…” She puts the laptop on your desk and points you to the extract – you don’t read French, so you don’t understand what exactly the contract is saying, but you can see that it is about break option.

“Oh, yes – it’s really easy, you know?” You say, trying to sound helpful. “If there is no stated start date, you always choose “lease start” as your base date, ok? And don’t forget to set type as “rolling” – it means that they can exercise the option at any given time.”

You really feel like you’ve already said that exact thing to Amelia, and well… You did.

“Oh!” She exclaims. “I get it now! Thank you!”

Do you really get it? You want to ask, but you just nod and smile.

*

KoreanPM invited SpanishPM & 16 others to Plaza A-Project chat

SpanishPM left the chat

KoreanPM invited SpanishPM to Plaza A-Project chat

*

You look up incredulously to see Jongdae diving behind his screen – but you catch his bright smile. Finally, you just snort and go back to your work. You are not sure why Jongdae needs you so back in that project when your expertise is Spanish, but you do enjoy the bickering.

Theo_Agosti (laugh, live, lay down): happy hour?

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): can’t, reviews to do before weekend

Theo_Agosti (laugh, live, lay down): :poop:

You pull up the deal, finally able to continue working. You really need to get yourself together if you want to leave work early on Friday. And you really want to leave early.

*

On Friday morning you enter your office with a sports bag on your shoulder and your dress in zip protector bag. The slow cooker is already packed and waiting from the day before. You couldn’t sleep – so excited and nervous you were. Not only it’s your friend’s wedding and you are really happy for her, but also you can’t wait to have fun during the reception.

And there is also Jongdae, who just enters his office. He doesn’t have matching luggage, but you don’t fret – it’s probably in his car anyway. He notices you looking and he waves to you smiling so bright that his eyes turn into little happy crescents. He hits his keyboard without even sitting down at his desk, and standing he logs onto his computer.

And a second later you get the message.

KoreanPM (행운 빌어줘): 2pm!

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): :thumbsup:

Your day is slow and lazy like Fridays usually are. Everyone is already thinking about the weekend and no one is eager to stir shit, so no one is really bothering you. Finally, you have time to finish and sent last contracts of ACC-Uruguay Project and by noon you are basically ready to go. You stop by the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of coffee and grab some muesli bar, where Theo is as always slacking off. Which is doubly true, because he is texting someone through slack.

On your way back you notice two members of Korean team standing in Jongdae’s open door.

“형, 오늘 회식하자… 오래동안 안했는데…” It’s Sangmin who is speaking, and despite yourself, you tune in. Ok, so there might have been a time when you enjoyed watching Korean dramas and you tried to learn the language. It wasn’t very successful, but you can tell that Sangmin and Seungho are nagging Jongdae for a team outing. However – you know that because they usually nag him about that.

Jongdae is sporting an exasperated smile on his face, and surprisingly it suits him.

“오늘 안돼. 진짜로! 약속 있거든.” Jongdae notices you and smiles at you through the glass. His team members immediately look back, and they greet you hurriedly. “이분이랑.”

Seungho and Sangmin both whine and you gather that Jongdae just said no. The only thing that is amiss is the fact that they sound incredulous. Maybe Jongdae’s excuse wasn’t good enough? Seungho suddenly claps which startles you. It’s nearly enough for you to drop your steaming mug.

“Sorry,” sheepishly apologizes Sangmin, while Seungho is speaking to Jongdae.

“그럼 그 “행운이 빌어줘”라는 글은… 이거 땜에 였어? 축하한다, 형!”

Korean is such a melodic language. Maybe one day you’ll go back to studying it.

At 1:30 Jongdae salutes you and goes into the meeting, and restless, you focus on cleaning your inbox. You expect at least 40 minutes before he is done, but no more than 20 minutes later he knocks on your door.

“You were supposed to finish after 2,” you say exasperated and Jongdae shrugs with an easy smile. This shrug takes you by surprise – not the motion, but Jongdae’s shoulders. They look way broader than you remembered.

“I will only log off and we can go.” He says instead of any explanation and you nod. Well, it that case you would have managed to catch a ride from your friends, but it’s still good because Jongdae will have a car to come back early if he wants to. You change your slack’s status to “vacationing” and you see Jongdae’s icon also change to palm on the beach.

Only now you realize it’s definitely not suspicious as hell, but you don’t think too much about it. You are not doing anything wrong.

You realize that you’ll need his help because you can’t grab everything, but before you can call him, Jongdae is already back and grabbing your bag and present. You walk together to the elevators and you notice the Korean team staring at you. Suddenly it feels like a walk of shame, but you are not doing anything wrong! You’ve worked overtime to be able to go out early today, and you are not breaking any rules about dating coworkers – because you are not dating Jongdae. You should be good! And yet you feel like what you are doing is really wrong. As you wait for the elevator you can feel stares on your back.

“Is inviting a coworker to a wedding a breach of bylaws?” You ask and Jongdae glances at you. Till this moment he was focused on floor display above the elevators.

“No, I don’t think so.” He says shrugging, and it isn’t really reassuring, but the smell of pine and his cologne surprisingly is. You know that smell, but there, in front of elevators, you feel it consciously.

As you thought Jongdae’s luggage is in his car. He quickly puts your bag in the trunk, present in the backseat and your garment bag next to his own, so they are both hanging from the back window handle. You strap yourself in the passenger seat as he finishes packing you – his car smells just like he does, but the smell here is stronger and yet older. You think that he probably has a bottle of his cologne here for an emergency and you wish you could snoop around in his glove compartment to check your theory. The car shakes when Jongdae gets on, and he sends you one of his easy smiles before turning on the engine.

“Ready to go?” He asks, his ring finger tapping on the wheel. You see a sparkle of something metallic and you realize he has a ring, a simple band. Cold sweat takes over you – is he married? But second later you realize it’s his right hand, and that this band is not as simple as it looked at first glance. You are not sure why you are so relieved when you finally understand that it’s a rosary. “Are you ok?”

You huff a quiet laugh at his question, because yes – you are ok, but you don’t want to talk about it.

“Yeah. Onwards!” Jongdae sends you a side glance, clearly amused, but then he nods and drives away.

[its-me-waffles]

The +1 (I)

Summary: You find yourself inviting your colleague to a wedding, and honestly? It’s all your friends’ fault.

(I) (II)

“If there is no stated start date, you always choose “lease start” as your base date, ok? And don’t forget to set type as “rolling” – it means that they can exercise the option at any given time.” You are pretty sure you’ve said that before. Like a million times. But of course not to these people. This particular group heard that maybe ten thousand times. 

The temp whose question prompted your answer nods dutifully and focuses on her screen to correct her errors. You can see the rest of the group frantically scrolling to make sure that they filled the extract correctly.

Glass doors to the conference room open with a quiet whoosh and familiar head appears in the crack. Not that you wouldn’t be able to see him without that since there are no walls in this office. Only glass, glass, and some more glass.

“Psst.” He calls and you don’t know if you should laugh or be annoyed – but you know he is doing it for laughs. But he is distracting your temps, who are curiously looking at him from over their screens. “Got a minute?”

“Go back to work.” You say to your group, and you turn around to face Jongdae. “Why?”

“How is your Portuguese?” He asks in turn and takes a step back. You follow him out and together you walk down the corridor. The office is loud, but that’s to be expected in an open space.

“Good enough.” You say, but you make sure to add a little bit of uncertainty to your voice. “But weren’t you the head of Plaza’s Asian project?”

“That’s the problem.” Jongdae laughs, and since you’ve reached his office he opens doors for you and lets you in. You immediately walk over to his desk and you sit down in his chair, not waiting for him to pull up the site – you can do that yourself. “We’ve got some contracts from Macau and some are written in Portuguese – which, as you can guess, is a little bit annoying.”

You laugh, because, yes, you can understand that. You log onto Jongdae’s managing account (you’ve started back in the same year and you both still use the generic password that was given that year).

“What’s the ID of the contract?”

“1853 dash M.O dash 6788910 to 678814.”

“You remember that?” You glance at him quite impressed, and Jongdae waves a memo at your face. Right.

You pull up the first contract while Jongdae sits down on one of his couches, putting his legs up on his coffee table. Thankfully they are at most 7 pages long so you can do that in an hour.

“Why didn’t you as Angela though? She is back from her vacation.”

“Yeaaah…” He stretches the word long enough for you to look up from the contract. Jongdae shrugs. “I find her kinda creepy and I didn’t want to talk to her.”

“You can’t be serious. I am in charge of teaching new guys for the Spanish team, I can’t be doing side jobs when the person responsible for Portuguese is back at work.” You say that, but you are already filling extracts. You are efficient.

“I know,” he whines, but you only shake your head. “I will do your sorting for ACC Group in turn?”

You look up surprised, but you immediately school yourself. Sorting is a pain in the ass and no one ever wants to do that. No one. So you are not going to say no to such a deal.

“Well, I think we can work something out.”

*

… I know we were supposed to do it together and I swear it wasn’t planned, but it just happened? And I hope you’ll understand me! I am really sorry, but at the same time I just can’t not do it, you know?

There is a knock on your doors and you look up to see Louise in front of your office. You minimize your mail and wave her inside.

“Hi,” she greets you absentmindedly and checks something on her phone. “Are Francesco Hidalgo and Amelia… Rias in your training group?”

“I am sure Amelia is, but Francesco… Gimme a moment.” You quickly search for your list and sure enough, they are both in your group. “You need them for Piaza?”

“Yeah, they dumped on us 60 more leases and they want it done by Monday.” You smiled slightly as a way to show your compassion. “I desperately need everyone that speaks French.”

“Sure, I will send them to you. Francesco is good, but keep an eye on Amelia. She is eager, but she forgets everything I tell her as soon as she is done with a task.” Louise sighs and shrugs. Her phone vibrates and she checks it. You reflexively check your own, and you see a reminder of your wax appointment.

Which immediately reminds you of the mail you were reading when Louise came.

“Well, we had worse,” says Louise absentmindedly. “Anyway, please send them to me as soon as possible.”

“You got it.”

Louise walks out of your office leaving door half open, and you feel a pang of annoyance at that, but you focus on your computer. You open slack and message both aforementioned trainees. Then you look up, over your screen to see what’s happening in the conference room where they are sitting. You can see Francesco call Amelia to check her message, and a second later they both look up. They see you staring and Francesco mouths now? at you. You nod and point at French’s team room.

You stare at them for a second longer, making sure that they will take their laptops with them, and then you open your mail one more time.

… but I think he’s the one…

For fuck's sake.

*

Social room is filled with the pleasant smell of fresh coffee. You hum contentedly as soon as you walk in, waving to two members of the Italian team sitting at the table under the window.

“We’ve just made coffee,” laughs Theo. “I knew you’d smell if from afar.”

“Of course, I would,” you laugh, opening the cabinet to grab your cup. It looks like an old boring black cup, but it has a quirky message hidden on the bottom (namely if you tip it to drink people around you can see a middle finger).

You grab an apple and pour yourself the coffee, and immediately you take a satisfying sip. The coffee is good, office not sparing expenses on shared goods.

“I smell coffee, I see Spanish PM – everything is in order.” Ok, your obsession with coffee is not that strong. But you laugh nonetheless moving so Jongdae can also pour himself a cup. Together you join Theo and Norbert – they immediately start talking about football. In this office, every world championship is a serious deal – with so many nationalities mingling together.

“We’ll be playing the game after hours. We have a projector and everything – boss already give his thumbs up.”

“Really?” You have to say you are impressed.

“Yeah! Are you staying? We are ordering pizzas.” Jongdae is wiggling his eyebrows and you just have to laugh.

“Damn, that’s tempting, but I have a previous engagement.” Even saying that makes you feel as if something was weighing you down. It’s not your friend’s fault. You can understand her, but also – you feel betrayed.

Jongdae whines and you shake your head. You stand up patting his arm, you grab your coffee and your apple, and you salute the table going back to work. Your mood is… not good.

So your good friend is getting married. You are slowly entering this age group when people around you start to get married, it’s nothing surprising. It’s also nothing bad that there are people marrying and having children, and also people that can’t find their other half (like you). It’s not a big deal. Months ago when you got an invitation you were panicked. Going to a wedding alone is not a fun thing to do. And it’s frowned upon in your social circle.

But out of your friends, there were two other girls that didn’t have their plus-ones. Together you decided you don’t have to since you’ll have yourselves to have fun with.

The first girl dropped out two months ago. Betty found a partner/boyfriend, but you didn’t worry. There was still the other one. At least you thought so. Until today, when you got a mail saying that she found a partner and that she is leaving you alone to deal with this shit.

Bride already mailed you the updates on your lodgings and stuff, and she was cute enough to include a sublime message that there is still a place for your +1 if you happen to find someone.

Sure. With four days until the wedding.

*

…we will be going there around 2 PM, and we have still two seats left…

You want to rub your eyes, but you know you’ll smudge your makeup. All your yesterday correspondence was about the wedding. Which wasn’t surprising and was to be expected, but everyone was trying to convey to you that yes, you can still invite someone. It’s so annoying because you know that they are worried about you, but at the same time, you can feel that they are pitying you.

At least you are as smooth as a dolphin.

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): Did the coffee machine broke again?

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): No. Why? Wait, did it?

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): Dunno, you look down.

You look up, and you see Jongdae in his office. He starts laughing, and:

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): Well, now you are looking up. That was easy.

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): What’s wrong?

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): Friends’ stuff. Nothing big.

KoreanPM (1-800-call-me-maybe): Remember the training – if something is wrong, send a ticket to the support.

On the screen appears a pop-out reminding you about training. You gather your things and wave to Jongdae – you can already see your training group sitting in the conference room. All except for French speakers.

On your way to the conference room your phone chimes.

I asked Marie to change your room to double, but with single beds! You can invite a platonic friend!

That is peer pressure.

*

FrenchPM (quand même): She can’t remember a single instruction. Honestly, that is kind of amazing.

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): Told you.

*

… if you want I can ask him for you?

They’ve started setting you up, which, you are pretty sure, is the most horrible thing they could do. You are so stressed that you can feel the bile in the back of your throat all the time.

Theo_Agosti (laugh, live, lay down): Coffee :coffee:

SpanishPM (there are stupid questions): :kissing_ smiling_eyes:

Theo_Agosti (laugh, live, lay down): :poop:

You stretch and push back in your swivel chair, just as you notice Jongdae in front of your door. He is holding your cup in one hand, and his own in the other. He places both of the cups in one hand and opens the door.

“I love you,” you whisper, outstretching your arms for your cup.

“Yeah, I know, I already called my parents to let them know you want to meet them before we elope.”

It is a joke, but it dampens your mood immediately. You take offered coffee and sigh.

Theo_Agosti (laugh, live, lay down): Better than uber eats :poop:

Jongdae sits down in front of your desk.

“Talk to me,” he says taking a sip. You follow his suit, and yeah, coffee is hot and rich. You cluck.

“It’s nothing big – it’s just…”

Your phone chimes and you see a message that covers you in cold sweat.

Gonna ask him.

“What?” Jongdae sounds lost, but you can just stare at your phone in horror. “What happened?”

Don’t. You. Dare. – You send back, knowing that you’ve reached the bottom.

“Jongdae?” You ask, feeling how your pulse pounds in your ears.

“Yeah?”

“Are you doing anything this weekend?” You can believe what you are doing. Jongdae is a colleague. For all, you know he could have a long time girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. He could be engaged. Hell, he could already be married!

“Nothing special as far I know, why?”

“Would you like to go with me to my friend’s wedding?” You ask, not believing that you are actually doing it. You can want to explain why, and you want to tell him that there will be an open bar and free food, and that you are not a serial murder, and that your situation is desperate – but you can’t find words.

“Oh…” You can’t even look him in the face. He has a girlfriend. He obviously has a girlfriend. And you are only a colleague anyway. Please let it be a girlfriend, not a boyfriend. Or maybe boyfriend would be better. You are losing your mind. “Yeah, ok. That could be fun!”

Wait, what?

[its-me-waffles]

Master’s Puppet

Jongdae’s POV. Smut. Explicit description of a blowjob, sub/dom undertones.

A follow-up to: Master Puppeteer

When he reaches their shared bedroom she is already naked, and he can’t help but scowl. Jongdae knows that her defiance showing, her way to annoy him. Jongdae likes to undress her, he enjoys the act of slowly getting her naked, being the one to unwrap this exquisite present. And he knows that she enjoys it as well – there is no one who doesn’t enjoy being appreciated and worshipped.

But as usual, she chose to annoy him over giving both of them the pleasure of her ceding control.

“Was that necessary?” He asks, and she turns her head on the bed, hair splayed on the duvet, eyes full of feigned innocence. He loves her like that. She is annoying as hell, but he can’t help but love her and enjoy the challenge she presents him with. “Sit up.”

Jongdae doesn’t pose it as a plea. His voice is steady and even, as if it didn’t occur to him that she might not listen. There is a spark of defiance in her eyes.

Jongdae walks further into the room, taking his shirt off. Unsurprisingly she doesn’t sit, hungrily eyeing his torso. That appreciative stare is what makes him keep going to the gym.

“I said, sit up.” He repeats, voice low, but not dangerous or threatening. He is steady, but demanding, sure that she will break. And she does. Biting her lip and looking annoyed, but she slowly sits up. Jongdae comes to halt in front of her, and she insolently withdraws her legs and crosses them on the bed. He ignores it, focusing on how she looks: naked and rebellious on the bed. She initiated it, and yet she will play it off as a hassle.

Jongdae grabs her chin and makes her look up. She tries to uphold the pretence of annoyance, of resistance – but he can see how aroused she is. It’s there in her shining eyes, in her parted lips, in her heaving chest and perky nipples.

“You know,” says Jongdae almost conversationally (if it wasn’t for her being naked and his dick pressing against the zipper of his jeans),” I always loved your mouth.”

He makes sure to pull her lower lips down with his thumb as he says that. She is looking at him enthralled and her inner conflict is displayed to his eyes. It wasn’t even an order, but his wish couldn’t have been more obvious. It breaks her – the fact that it’s not an order, to which she only succumbs when they have sex, and it’s not a plea she sometimes might be inclined to fulfil.

She nods her head, but only to bite down on his thumb. First, her teeth close on his nail, then she sucks it into her mouth, tongue pressing into the tip. It’s only a thumb. It’s only a finger, and yet Jongdae nearly whimpers. She is looking up at him, cheeks hollowed as she sucks on his finger, the barest hint of her teeth keeping him on his toes. He knows that his eyelids drop when he is looking at her like that, and he knows that she found a way to tease him. A beautiful way really. The warmth of her mouth, the softness of the tissue is a promise that makes Jongdae’s blood flow south.

“Is my thumb what you really want?” He is surprised with his own voice, husky edging on a growl, and he is pleasantly surprised to see goosebumps on appearing on her skin. She can’t even keep playing indignant, lips falling open as her dexterous fingers open his fly and drag his jeans down. She yanks his underwear down, not bothering to drag it further than she needs. It’s a relief to be finally free of the confines. She moves on her knees, sitting on her heels and without much ado, she grabs his dick (which nearly makes him break his silence with a hiss) and she just sucks it into her mouth.

Wet, hot, soft, glorious. Jongdae’s eyes nearly cross when he emits some kind of unintelligent grunt. She is enthusiastic and intentionally sloppy. She allows her teeth to graze his shaft more than once, keeping Jongdae very much alert. The pleasure is pooling in his gut, but the way she looks on her knees, eyes still open, only ever focused on him... It’s the most arousing picture, one he likes to recall when he needs the last boost to come while jacking off.

She moans around his dick and he immediately focuses on her. She keeps his eyes locked as she sucks him deeper, the tip of his cock hitting the soft palate on his way down her throat. She gags, her throat constricting, and few things can rival this feeling, but appreciative grunt dies in Jongdae’s throat when he sees how wet her eyes are, as she tries not to let go. It nearly undoes him, and he can’t help but caress her cheek. She seems irritated by how sentimental he is, and she exhales through her nose and goes down again, lips tight around the base, and he can only grab her hair and make sure she won’t let go.

Jongdae catches the sight of her hand between her legs, middle finger unmistakably rubbing rough circles on her clitoris and he needs to decide quickly – if he wants to come down her throat or if he wants to fuck her.

“Lay back.” He says. His voice is guttural, shaken, but the pitch is steady, and as demanding as he needs it to be. She stills. Once more she looks up, goose bumps that disappeared appearing again. She slowly backs away, allowing his dick to fall from her mouth, and it’s awakening. His cock is covered in her quickly cooling down saliva and it’s one of the most sensual experiences he gets with her. That’s one of the reasons he likes her to suck him off before he fucks her.

And she is always so willing. She moves up the bed, chest heaving, hand still between her legs because she just can’t help herself. Truth be told, Jongdae is also on the verge of losing it.

“Hands up.” He groans, grabbing his dick and groping at the base, to subdue his impending orgasm. She is slow to react, but she finally does it, looking at him with heated eyes. Jongdae steps out of his jeans and underwear and kneels on the bed to reach her.

She reacts immediately, legs spreading and arms grabbing his neck, and pulling him up. The most exquisite cage. Her heels hook behind his thighs, her nails sinking painfully into his back as he guides himself it.

Going back into warmth makes him shudder, but the way her head rolls back makes him remember what’s at stake. He kisses her exposed skin, feeling the echoes of her pulse under his lips and he bites down, delivering the first short thrust. He needs to school himself, because he doesn’t want it to end so quickly, but he knows his limits. It’s too good. It’s too hot. She moans shakily and he lets go to look at her slack face. She must have been teasing herself longer than he thought. But if that’s the case, he is not going to make her wait. He adjusts his knees, pushing her thighs up, one hand falling down between her legs to do what he stopped her from doing.

And he starts fucking her in earnest. Once again she starts showing her defiance, biting down on her lip, refusing to give him the pleasure of hearing her come undone, but it’s ok. Her hips are coming off the bed to meet his, she is scraping burning lines down his back, her chest is heaving – and she is at her most beautiful. Jongdae is rough both with his thrusts and his thumb on her clitoris, but she seems to be getting what she wanted.

Which is great, because Jongdae definitely is. And it’s getting harder to keep up.

He is tethering on the edge, so ready to let go, but he can’t do that. She seems to be sucking him in, so wet and so velvety she is. They both seem to be pulsing, and he needs just one sign. One sign and he can get what he needs.

It feels like an eternity. Sweet, amazing, tortuous eternity, but she emits this soft mewling sound, her hand grabbing his bicep, fingers pressing hard into the tissue. She curls into herself, head coming up, and just looking at her pushes him past his limit. The pleasure finally explodes in his gut, and he moans, loud and unabashedly, allowing himself few last pushes as he comes.

He half expects her to immediately go back to her cheeky mode. That’ll she whine about how her jaw aches, or that he is so heavy, or maybe that she is all sweaty, or that his sperm is going to seep out of her. But she doesn’t, not even uncrossing her legs from behind his back.

He moves on his elbows to be able to peer down at her. He brushes hair out of her face – the lion in his chest purrs proudly at how satisfied she seems. She smiles at him but doesn’t open her eyes.

“You are not scowling now.” She says, even though she can’t see that.

“I can’t allow a scowl to disfigure my handsome face,” Jongdae answers, not losing a beat. She opens her eyes, but instead of annoyance, there is amusement. She pats his face.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want it disfigured.” Jongdae smiles in the answer and allows himself to kiss her – to which she doesn’t oppose in the slightest.

“Look at you,” says Jongdae after breaking the kiss, and she raises her eyebrows in question. “One orgasm and you are suddenly so docile.”

A knee trying to attack his side, tells him that, in fact, she is never docile.

[its-me-waffles]

Master Puppeteer

Pre-slash, Jongdae’s POV

The sound that leaves his throat is both embarrassing and involuntary. It’s a pretty standard composition, topped with Jongdae glancing behind himself, scowl chiselled in his features.

She smiles, having no shame whatsoever. Even more, her hand comes in contact with Jongdae’s ass once more, right where she just spanked him.

It was a sudden thing. She enjoys doing it in passing. Jongdae doesn’t even have to bend or accentuate his backside in any way. It seems like it being there is enough to rile her up. It never really hurts. Her spanks are usually playful, far ever from being sexual. He knows her well enough to realize that it’s not only his ass throbbing under her hand that makes this so enjoyable for her but rather Jongdae being spooked by a sudden attack. She enjoys when he scowls when he swats her away when he groans and threatens her.

“Be careful, because that scowl will turn into your standard look.” She jokes, fingers sinking deeper as if she was trying to punctuate her sentence with her hand.

“It already has.” Jongdae murmurs, only half joking. She does lots of tiny little things that one could consider adorable. Spanking is a good example. It’s surprising and arousing when it’s done once in a while. Maybe once a month. Maybe two weeks. Maybe even one, but that’s pushing it. But when her hand lands on Jongdae’s ass every time she gets a chance, it can be annoying. Same with whining. It’s cute and endearing when you hear for the first time. And second. And third. And every once in a while. But when she realized that he finds it cute, it became constant background sound of their life together, and now – that’s annoying as hell. Even though it was Jongdae who started it, and she only adapted his ways.

Her cheekiness is endearing in moderation, but the way she believes that she will always win, no matter what happens, can be off-putting. She will be cheeky and pushy, and she’ll smile brightly while pushing every last button, making sure to dance on the edge of Jongdae’s limits. And if she crosses it… She is quick to cry and apologize, leaving Jongdae with no real way to vent his scorns.

But he loves her. How much he loves her. He loves how she never does what is expected of her, how she takes pride in her independence, her perfectionist’s ways. So often Jongdae finds himself being talked into doing something that he might not want to do himself, just because she insisted. How many times he told her to do a certain thing, only to find that she did the exact opposite.

She is simply not a person to do what she is told. Never. Under no circumstances.

She will do as she pleases. They will eat what she wants, they will go where she wants, and if she feels like it – she will go alone. If Jongdae tries to ask her not to wear a certain thing, she will wear just that – with extra flair. She doesn’t listen to pleas, she doesn’t listen to threats, and she especially does not listen to orders. Under no circumstances.

Her skin is hot when Jongdae turns around and pushes her back until she is trapped against a counter. He kisses her and he can feel the satisfaction oozing from her. He can feel it in the way she kisses him lewd and hot, playing her best cards, making him chase her. He can feel it in the way she leans against him, pushing herself into his space.

She acts as if he was playing in her hands as if she was a master puppeteer behind him, and people that know her might think so as well. Even now, although it’s Jongdae who controls the peace of the kiss, it’s her who scrapes her teeth against his lip to rile him up.

Because that’s what she does.

She riles Jongdae up.

With her always having the last word, with her always getting her way.

She is so eager in his hands, her own smaller ones around his neck, pressing tendons and scraping the skin with her short nails. It’s hot. It’s hot and he wants her.

She pushes Jongdae back. It’s not surprising with the way she is. Her eyes are sultry when she looks up, somehow managing to look innocent otherwise. Even her hand slowly trailing down Jongdae’s chest is both sinful and pure – while turning him on and keeping him away. Her forefinger stops at the metallic buckle of his belt. The smile that dances on her lips is something that Jongdae fell for and something that he remembers when he is feeling particularly lonely. That’s the smile he would go to hell for.

She steps away, and Jongdae knows better than to follow immediately. He knows her, he knows when she wants to put on the show when she wants him to wait.

And as she is walking away, she is swaying her hips – a perfect picture of debauchery. Jongdae takes a moment to appreciate the way her legs look, the way her clothes accentuate the curves, the way she looks over her shoulder so full of herself, high on her hormones and knowledge that Jongdae finds her attractive. Arousing.

She disappears in the bedroom, and Jongdae counts in his head – he knows how long it takes for her to get to the bed, to make herself at home, because for what people might think – he knows her.

He knows what she wants, and he knows how to give it to her.

And he knows that there is one circumstance where she is inclined to listen to him.

Jongdae exhales and slowly rolls up his sleeves.

Because people that know him are well aware who the master puppeteer really is.

A follow-up: Master’s Puppet