#…party city ass costume looking ass. 🙄

[venusiangguk]

the art of playing | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf!jk x grocery store clerk!oc

>>genre: friends with benefits, smut, pwp, a lil bit of fluff, light angst

>>word count: 6.3k

>>warnings: jk must be cuffed for being so sexy…, but what if… he is so strong that he breaks them? 🙇🏻‍♀️, dom jk, sub oc, age gap, dilf jk stuff: asking for permission, saying thank you, sexual tension, restraining, multiple orgasms, nari’s face on a milk carton bc where the fuck is she 😭 (she’s with her mom <3), overstimulation, thumb in butt 😗, dirty talk, safe sex, office sex, sex against a desk, light choking, jk is just... gawd... drooling for him 👍🏻, nari astrological sign reveal LOL

>>notes: more dilf jk <3 had to write a lil something for the heart cuffs 💞 this happens before the art of craving timeline wise!! also title is inspired by the song play by marian hill :*

this is part of my dilf jk series that can be found on my masterlist

>>summary: costumes are a must for jk’s work party… they come with the cutest heart-shaped cuffs… now what could they be used for? 🙄

series masterlist, pt 1, pt 2, pt 3

Jeongguk’s office isn’t unlike his home. Sleek, well-kept, scattered with traces of baby.

There’s a specified section in his desk organizer that is filled with baby clips and rubber bands, there’s a pink princess tent in the corner, and a floor to ceiling window overlooking that city that has tiny handprints all over it and what looks to be like smudged smooches on the glass.

“She likes looking for airplanes and blowing the people kisses,” Jeongguk supplies, leaning against his desk, watching you as you take everything in.

You smile. You can picture Nari doing exactly that, babbling to her dad as he tries to get work done, her pudgy fingers pointing to the sky. 

“The view’s not too bad either,” you say, twirling a pair of baby pink heart handcuffs around your finger. They match the ones hooked on the waist loop of Jeongguk’s navy jumpsuit.

Halloween in July, a spooky spin-off to the better known Christmas in July, isn’t something you hadn’t heard of until Jeongguk invited you to the party his company is throwing. He said his brother, the Co-CEO, is big on company morale. He had said: What better way is there to increase it than a costume party in the middle of the year and an excuse to drink in your place of work?

It was pretty lowkey in all honesty; probably more of a happy hour vibe at an upscale bar than a party. The music playing was bearable, maybe even pleasant compared to the blaring bass that you were used to at the college parties you attended not too long ago. There wasn’t any dancing, just a lot of people in small cliques scattered throughout the lobby, sophisticated cocktails in their hands with too many olives.

You kind of wish you had known the tone of the ‘party’ before picking out yours and Jeongguk’s costumes.

He’s in a typical inmate's costume, navy scrubs covering most of his body with a white undershirt, and of course the pink heart handcuffs. The only thing that he’s showing that he typically didn't when he’s at work, is his inked sleeve, the arms of his costume pushed up to just under his elbows.

You, however, are scantily clad in a miniscule jumpsuit of your own. The risque police officer outfit barely comes under your ass and you’re pretty sure the cheap plastic zipper at your breasts won’t make it through the night.

Of course, him being willing to dress up with you, and even take you at all, was nice and a pleasant surprise; you’re not complaining. The chances to go out with him are rare. Your days off don’t always line up and sometimes only allow for a few hours together; his weeks with Nari don’t offer many opportunities for certain adult outings. So being with him, around other adults, was a nice idea in theory.

You aren’t upset or anything, not really. Just a little embarrassed to be walking around and mingling with fake doctors and modestly dressed women in poodle skirts while you’re in your tiny uniform with a fake patch on the breast pocket that reads ‘Thot Patrol’, your thigh high black boots clicking loudly whenever you try to make a sly escape.

Jeongguk could sense the mood going a little downhill whenever you would discreetly shimmy behind him when his coworkers and employees would come over for their customary greeting. It wasn’t long before he was asking if his COO could manage without him, using the classic ‘my kid is sick’ trick to excuse you both from the lobby.

Your curiosity is what leads you both to his office on the top floor, instead of the Mercedes in the parking lot or the bed in his home.

“What was Nari for her first Halloween?” you ask.

Jeongguk hums, makes his way over to the window and takes his place behind you, big hands on your hips. “She’s actually a preemie, so we were still in the hospital. She was only like… 4 days old?”

You turn around, eyes excited. “She’s a scorpio?”

Jeongguk chuckles, humoring you. “I guess?”

“When was she supposed to be born?” you ask, turning around fully, placing your hands on his chest. His eyes linger on yours for a moment, the zipper of your costume barely hanging in there.

“Early December.”

You shudder in his hold. A sagittarius. “She wasn’t sick was she?”

He shakes his head, a gentle smile on his face. You never fail to check on her, ask about her- something that warms his heart, and something he really appreciates about you. “No, she was just a little yellow and couldn’t regulate her temperature on her own, nothing too serious. But,” he sing-songs, “for her first Halloween out of the hospital, she was a cotton candy.”

A laugh sputters out your mouth. “Shut up, let me see.”

Jeongguk, never one to not show off his daughter, pulls out his phone and scrolls a ways back until he pulls up a baby pink picture of a baby. Nari is absolutely doused in pink fluff, squishier and even rounder than she is now, and she has a little head band on her noggin that has even more fluff on it and a white stick type thing sticking up, replicating the cotton candy cone.

“She couldn’t wear it too long because it was hot, but it was cute for the pictures,” he says. “Also, she kept trying to eat it.”

“Makes sense.” You double tap on his phone to zoom in and then coo, “Look at her rolls.”

“Ugh I know,” Jeongguk says, pocketing the mobile again, “She was so tiny when she came out- I didn’t know if I would get the roll stage out of her.”

You hum, looking up at him with a tiny smile. “You make cute babies, Mr. Jeon,” you say, adjusting the collar of his jumpsuit.

He squeezes at you and rolls his eyes playfully. “Thanks,” he says, almost a little shyly. He peers down at you for a moment before asking, “You okay?”

You question him with a gaze and a small noise.

“Just didn’t seem like you were having too good of a time down there,” he presses gently.

He watches as you shift a little, eyes flickering around the room, looking anywhere but at him. It’s a bit strange seeing you like this, shy… maybe a bit nervous. You’re usually so confident with him, in most situations really. So seeing you withdrawn and pulling into yourself makes him concerned, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah I’m fine, it’s just-” you sigh. “actually never mind, it’s stupid. Sorry for ruining the night.”

“Hey, you didn’t ruin the night, c’mon.”

He tries to pull you in for a hug but you duck under his arms, and start walking around the large office. You genuinely didn’t mean to be a buzzkill. But something about being with him in his element, with his people? It’s daunting. It shows you how much of a difference a few measly years can make in a person’s life. How different careers can drastically change one’s trajectory, how certain decisions can really separate one person from another.

It puts into perspective how different you and Jeongguk really are. An established professional CEO with an ex, a daughter, and a mortgage. And then a barely graduated grocery store clerk, who lives with two roommates and still needs her mother to remind her of her upcoming doctor’s appointments.

The contrast between you and the other people at the function makes it so blatantly clear that you are the outsider. The odd one out. The one that can dress in little to nothing because you’re the one that doesn’t have a career, the one that doesn’t have an image to uphold. It dawns on you that maybe they dress modestly, even at a party, because they are professional and they have a reputation to keep in tact.

And, god. It makes you wonder what they thought of Jeongguk when he walked in with you.

The icky, self-conscious feeling that was in the pit of your stomach all night starts to bubble again and you frown.

“I just… I wish you would have told me about the- I don’t know, the atmosphere of the party… I would have like- worn pants. Or something.”

Jeongguk’s head falls back and he laughs. He makes his way over to where you’re now leaning against his desk, just like how he was when you first started exploring. Your arms are crossed in front of you, and you keep the scowl on your face when he presses a kiss to your cheek. “You look fine, you look good.”

His amusement still leaks into his words, and you weakly push at his chest. “It’s not funny, Jeongguk.”

With laughter tapering out, he takes you in, sees the genuinely upset color to your features, and he softens. Rubs his hand up and down your arm. “Okay, okay… I’m sorry,” he says quietly. “What’s actually bothering you, hmm?”

Your stubbornness fades with every pet of his hand, and you think you might just be tired of holding the ugly feelings you’ve been having in. Your arms unfold and wrap around Jeongguk’s waist, his going around your shoulders. You talk into the material of his costume, like you don’t want him to see you.

“I don’t want people to think differently of you because you’re with me.”

Jeongguk just hums, rests his chin on the top of your head while he waits for you to continue.

“And… I know this isn’t like serious, and that it’s just supposed to be fun so… I don’t want your reputation getting hurt over something so… like- casual?” You feel a little silly, not sure how to go about talking about your situation. Not sure what the best word would be to describe it is, because ‘casual’ seems all encompassing yet incredibly limiting all at once.

He stays quiet for a little longer to see if you’re done, and when you don’t say anything else he speaks up. He chuckles lightly, and you’re about to smack at him but his gentle, teasing tone stops you.

“Usually I’m the one that’s worried about what people think… this is a little unlike you.”

You shrug.

“But if I’m not worried about my reputation, then you shouldn’t be either. I know I get a bit hesitant about the gap,” he deepens his voice and says it dramatically like he’s trying to joke with you. “and it’s not to say I’ll never get a bit weird about it again, but I’m never like seriously concerned, you know?” He scratches at the nape of your neck. “And as for my work reputation? I’m literally the boss. What anyone thinks of me here, of all places, does not matter.”

You can’t help but grin at the use of the ‘Boss Card’. His hands cup your face and make you look at him. He scans you for a moment before kissing you softly.

“Also, I’m not embarrassed of you,” he assures you. Shows you he means it with his lips, smiles into you while he kisses you.

And you know it’s stupid, but you just get so happy hearing him say it. Like the reassurance was what you needed to really shake the insecurity, the almost achy feeling that was swirling around in your tummy, filling your chest cavity.

“You’re so nice to me,” you sigh, your hands coming up from his waist to tangle in his hair as his kisses move south. You tilt your head back when he gets to your jaw.

You feel the vibration of his hum in the column of your neck, “You deserve it.”

It's been a long time coming. The tension comes to a head in the form of wet bottoms and a stiff cock. Though you’re not sure if the hard thing against your thigh is him, or his cuffs. Either way, an idea sparks and you set him up quickly.

“What else do I deserve?” you whisper.

“Everything, whatever you want.”

He says exactly what you knew he would. So good to you.

You push him back a little, smile at the way he resists, how his lips chase you. You then reach next to you and pull out the big, black, cushioned office chair. “I want to ride you,” you tell him, tone soft and sweet.

He licks his lips as his eyes flicker between you and the chair, and he looks like he thinks about it for a moment, but it’s not long before he nods and starts to undo the buttons of his scrubs. You stop him, though.

“I’ll do it, just- sit.” You reach over and grab his finger, dragging him to the chair before placing your small hands on his shoulders, and pushing him down. He’s docile and compliant, hesitantly eyeing you.

Straddling his hips, you hum, smiling as you wiggle and settle on your knees. You run your hands through his hair, your nails scratching as you go and his eyes slip shut as he pushes into your touch.

It’s while he’s distracted that you get your hands on his heart cuffs. “Where’s the key? Lemme takes these off so they aren’t in the way,” you say in between kisses to everywhere you can reach.

“Pocket,” he replies, eyes closed, content in your hands, under your body.

You move his hands out of the way so that they are on the armrests of the chair, and get to work undoing the cuffs. Both yours and his. You sneak the key into the little thot patrol pocket of your costume.

It’s cute how all he says is a quiet, “Uh-” when he feels the first pair lock around his wrist and the metal part of the armrest.

“What are you doing?” he asks, eyes opening to a narrowed gaze. He gives the cuffs a few tugs for good measure.

You smile when they seem to hold up well. Then you start on his buttons. “I’m doing whatever I want.”

“And what do you want, exactly?” he murmurs, now looking down at your hands, smiling smugly when you struggle to undo them because of your long nails.

His suit is finally open to his waist, and you can see the lightweight, white undershirt he was wearing. You smooth your hands over it, feel the bumps and ridges of his muscles, the tiny peaks of his nipples under your palms. Can see the darker skin through the material, the moon lighting the room in a dreamy glow. He tenses and the hearts jingle against the chair.

“I wanna take care of you without you bothering me,” you say, a sweet kiss tailing your words.

This makes Jeongguk scoff out a tiny laugh. “Bothering you?”

“Mmm, you always make me cum before I get to have my way with you,” you tell him, rolling your hips over his quickly swelling cock.

It’s satisfying hearing the cuffs clink in struggle as a forerunner to the sigh he lets out when he gives in and lets his head fall back against the chair. He dips his hips into the seat, before pushing into you just barely like he thought about running away. The give of the cuffs doesn’t allow for much movement, the most he can touch of you is the outside of your hips, the tips of his fingers tickling.

“Sorry?” he whispers, swallowing thickly.

You coo, “No, I love it. I just-” You slip your hands under the white shirt, and push it up until it's bunched tight under his arms over his pecs. With fingertips finding his nipples, you lightly rub over them as you continue. “You always take such good care of me. Wanna do that for you. Wanna make you feel as good as you make me.”

Leaning forward you brush your nose against Jeongguk’s, inhaling his breath as he cranes his neck to kiss you. The soft wet smacks of your lips sound cute in the quiet, like his voice when he tells you that you already make him feel good, all the time.

“Maybe… but you work so hard, are probably so stressed…” you say against his lips, hand slipping between your bodies finally undoing the zipper of the jumpsuit, working a little to get his cock out of his briefs. He sighs, looks where your hand is, eyes cloudy as he watches you touch him. Then his head knocks back and he lets himself moan, unrestrained. Your pussy pulses, and his hands clench at the armrests.

He’s already leaking in your palm. Hot and heavy as you stroke him, work him up. “You’re always taking care of everyone else,” you tell him, your free hand coming up to brush some hair out of his face. “Hardly have any time for yourself, right? Haven’t even seen you outside for more than a few minutes lately,” you say, thinking about how he hasn’t even had time to tend to the garden recently, aside from a quick watering.

Maybe you’re milking it, over exaggerating how busy he is, but there’s some truth to your words. He does work extremely hard. Your conniving praise works because Jeongguk swallows, nods his head a little. Lets out a quiet, “Yeah... been busy...”

“So you’ll let me?” you ask, leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You’ll let me have my way?”

You twist your hand on the upstroke and Jeongguk’s choked moan duets the slick noise of his precum welling at the tip. He nods, flexes, making the cuffs jingle again.

“Gonna let me ride you? Milk your fat cock with my little pussy?”

His hands try to reach for you, can barely get a grip on your hips before you’re letting his cock go, smiling at the groan he makes, as you unclip the crotch of your costume. You went without panties, not wanting the lines to show through, so you could technically slide onto his cock immediately, slick already coating your pussy lips making them glossy. But instead, you rise up on your knees a little.

You glance at him, fingertips playing with his crown. “Can I do that thing? Just for a second?”

What you mean is, can you rub the tip of his bare cock on your pussy? Can you feel him, as well as he’ll let you, without anything between you? Can you press your clit into the slit of his head, make him whine and twitch as you tease him with what you both know you want, but are too cautious to take? Can you fill his office with the nasty, wet, slick, sounds of your leaking cunt rubbing against his dripping tip?

“Just- just don’t put it in,” he amends, hisses when you comply.

You bring your free hand down and spread your plump folds, your clit exposed and swollen with how needy your cunt is. When his tip kisses your nub, you inhale, sharp and high pitched. Then you begin to work your hips, back and forth, back and forth, the most sensitive parts of your bodies rubbing against each other.

“Feels good, baby,” Jeongguk sighs.

“Yeah,” you breathe in agreement, hips still rutting over his.

Jeongguk’s got his bottom lip pulled between his teeth when you look at him, eyes closed, brows furrowed. His chest is dark, flushed with arousal, breath stuttering when you accidentally brush your opening, the wetness between you both making him slip back farther than you intended.

“I have a condom in my back pocket,” he says eagerly, arms straining against the cuffs like he just wants to get you off of him so he can grab it and then get you back on him as fast as he can.

This makes you laugh, cradling his face in your hands as you look at him, eyes curling as you smile. You kiss him, teeth clicking when you both grin into it.

“We’re so funny,” you whisper, between pecks.

“Why?” he asks, playfulness in his tone.

“I brought one, too,” you tell him, reaching into the pocket with the cuff keys, pulling out a square, gold packet.

The giggles fade when the wrapper tearing seems to echo in the room. Puffing breaths mesh together, and Jeongguk pushes into your loose fist when you get him wrapped.

“Sit on it,” he whispers, lewd and ready.

The first drop down is slow despite how wet you are. His length and his girth always requires easing yourself onto him, pussy tight like a vice. Your mouth falls open as you watch Jeongguk’s face contort as you gingerly slide down, inch by inch. He must be worked up, super sensitive; his expression is pinched and almost pained as he digs his nails into the cushioned part of the armrest he’s chained to.

You smile, let out a breathy giggle. “Feels good, Gguk?”

He doesn’t say anything, not until you do that first quick, slick bounce on his cock, your cunt swallowing him whole.

“Oh, fuck-” he whines, body curling in some.

“Watch me,” you tell him, starting to set your pace. You rest your hands on his shoulders, using their broad length as leverage as you fuck him, pussy squelching everytime you go up and down, up and down.

Jeongguk watches you, but it’s hard to focus when your cunt feels like it’s suffocating his cock, hugging so tight around him that his head spins. And fuck, he wants to touch you so bad. Wants to grip the plush, fatty part of your ass as you ride him, wants to hold your hips and help you as you drag your cunt over him when you find that spot inside yourself. When you use the tip of his cock to rub at your g spot, making your head fall back, and cries fall from your lips.

“Wanna touch you,” he tries, gasps.

You just shake your head, resume bouncing on his cock instead of grinding on him. The pace you set is faster and harder, the force of you riding him enough to make your tits start to bounce out of your top and it’s torture. Actual torture for Jeongguk to not be able to touch them as they spill out, as they jiggle just out of reach.

The visual, however, is spellbinding. Watching as your brows furrow in effort as you work your pussy over him, your fat tits out and bouncing with your body. The light sheen of sweat that makes you glisten. He looks down his body to where your pussy lips kiss the base of his cock and sees the filthy, creamy, wet spot on his jumpsuit and he tenses.

His hands works so hard to reach you, gripping as well as he can before desperately just tapping at your skin, likes he’s fidgety and overwhelmed with how good you’re making him feel, with how fucking close you’ve got him.

“Close,” he warns, fingers still twitching, thrumming on your skin.

You let out a delirious giggle, high and elated, still riding him with no intention of stopping. If he gives you what you want of course.

“Ask me,” you tell him, between gasping breaths, tired but desperate to make him cum.

Jeongguk goes ridgid under you, blinks like he’s trying to clear a haze in his mind. He doesn't even say anything, just looks at you confused.

“Ask me to cum, Gguk.”

He laughs a little, like he thinks you’re joking. Your slowing hips are enough to make him think again.

“C’mon,” he almost whimpers, jerking hard against the cuffs.

“You said whatever I want,” you remind him.

The need to cum overtakes the need to keep his pride intact; he’s throbbing inside of you, the pressure in his cock almost aching, and too much. He gives in. Exactly what you wanted.

“Please, can I cum? Make me cum? Please?” he whispers.

You give him an impish smile and you start riding him again, pace so fast that it takes his breath away. It takes only a few more slips of your slippery pussy down his length before he’s tensing, his body curling in on himself as he spills into the condom with a soft, “Baby, I’m cumming-”

Slowing down doesn’t even cross your mind, hips still working steadfast over his milked cocked, making him twitch under you, high pitched stuttering gasps filling the air as he tries to take it. His head thrashes back, and he arches off the chair, his forearms tensing and straining against the heart shaped cuffs, his jaw clenched and teeth gritting against the overstimulation overtaking his body.

“Stop, stop- thank you-” he tries, following the rules he gives you.

But you’re ruthless, pussy slurping his cock back in over and over again. He yanks and pulls against the cuffs, desperate for relief, and with some effort and a prayer to whatever is listening, the bottom link of his right arm finally snaps.

It’s lightning fast when he brings his hand up to your throat, his grip tight on the sides. It’s surprising enough for your hips to stutter and then come to a stop altogether.

He keeps his hand on your throat as his head falls forward, sweaty hair against your sweaty chest as he tries to catch his breath. You can see how heavy he’s breathing with the way his ribcage expands; there’s a small patch of sweat that seeped through the material of his costume.

The hand on your neck is nice, but it’s something that he’s never actually done before so you tread carefully, obedient due to the hesitant excitement of something new, of what might come after. He’s still hard inside of you, despite the way your pussy ruined him.

“I said, stop,” he says, still a little breathless. “Where are the keys?”

“Pocket,” you reply stiffly, with a mild sense of deja vu.

He lets go of your throat, hand trailing down your chest, his eyes trained on your tits, before he swallows, like he’s getting himself together. You shift a little, going to get the keys for him, but his voice stops you in your tracks.

“Do not move, ___.”

You peep a little at the use of your name instead of his usual ‘baby’.

He takes his time, undoing the cuffs himself, almost like he’s tempting you to not listen, giving you time to.

But you’re good for him, and he finally gets his hands on you again, fingers pressing into your ass as he slowly lifts you off his cock. He hisses when it flops out and smacks against his tummy, the red and angry skin peaking through the milky cum in the condom. He’s softened a little, but he’s still more or less hard. It makes you whine where you’re standing in front of him, your legs rubbing together.

“Get against the desk, please,” he requests calmly, pulling the soiled condom off and throwing it in the bin.

He’s a neat person, so you don’t have to move much to have space for your upper half. You’re braced on your hands, waiting for him and when you feel his presence behind you, you also feel his palm in the center of your back between your shoulder blades. He presses, urging you onto your torso.

He silently pulls your arms behind your back, snaps the still intact heart cuffs around your wrists. You can feel his cock, still heavy and full, resting on your asscheek, and your fingers twitch as you try to get a hold of him, stroking him with your cuffed hands behind your back.

You pussy throbs when you feel him shift behind you so that you can get a good grip. He sucks in a breath, probably still sensitive, but lets you awkwardly work your hands over him. You hear some shifting and you know it's him shrugging out of the top half of his jumpsuit. Then his hands rub over your body, pushing your costume up so that it's bunched at your waist, ass displayed.

He’s kneading your cheeks when he drawls, “I’m sorry for grabbing you like that.”

He’s still being so gentle with you, even though you ravished him until he lost control. His tone is soft, and his hands are even softer. It makes you hazy, your body trembling with how turned on you are. The euphoric hum that thrums through you at being so adored and taken care of makes it hard to form coherent sentences. Your voice is airy and loose when you say, “It’s okay…”

He hums, still pushing slowly into your hands and he presses the pads of his thumbs between your cheeks, spreading so he can see your hole, your beat up, swollen cunt.

“Why’d you do that?” he asks, “Were you mad at me? For not telling you about the party atmosphere?”

His voice is so understanding, so patient, it coaxes the truth out of you like one coaxes a kitten out of hiding with soft coos. “A little bit…”

He hums. “You could have talked to me.”

You laugh a little. “Was more fun like that.”

“I’m sure,” he says. You can hear the smile in his voice and you exhale, shakily when he pulls his cock from your hands. He taps it against your cheeks a few times.

He spreads you open again, rubs the pad of his index finger of the cinched muscle, sighs when it flutters under his touch. You sigh too, used to him being curious. “When are you gonna let me play with you here?” he questions, soft and sweet.

Your eyes have slipped shut, as you settle onto the desk, your cheek resting on the large mouse pad. With a tiny grin and a smile in your voice, you say, “You’re crazy.”

“Hmm?” he presses, while pressing just lightly at your rim.

And you just melt for him. It’s something you always said you would never do, never even consider- but with him behind you and with his voice in your ear and his hands on you, you agree in a dreamy voice. “Okay.”

His hand leaves for a moment before it returns, this time with the pad of his thumb wet against your hole. He presses, watches as your body resists before giving in, knowing what to do. You gasp when you feel the tip of his thumb inside. It doesn’t hurt, but it's a little foreign and you shift uncomfortably on his desk.

“Good?”

You make a grunting affirmative noise.

He lets spit drip from his lips, aiding with the tiny pushes and pulls. His thumb slides easily, and it’s not as unpleasant when he hooks it inside of you, the rest of his hand spreading out on the swell of your asscheek, his fingertips at your lower back.

He purrs behind you, like he’s satisfied before he removes it. You wiggle for him, and he laughs softly as he gets the other condom out of his pocket, sliding it over his cock. His tip is at your pussy, and he wordlessly presses into you, slow and with a soft sigh.

You moan, when he’s fully in, his hips against your ass. He always feels so much bigger like this, like you can feel his cock in your tummy, his tip nudging at your heart.

“Please?” you ask him. 

He tells you to wait just a second, that he just wants to feel you a little, play with you a little more. He tentatively rubs his fingers against your hole again, but seems like he decides against it, palms gripping at your hips instead, when he finally pulls out, and then pushes back in, punching a gasp from you.

“You didn’t cum did you?” he asks.

You shake your head, tiny whines coloring the air as he continues to work his hips into you.

“Too busy trying to teach me a lesson… bet you want to cum really badly, huh?” he coos.

You nod, needily. “Yeah, so bad, Gguk…”

He starts to pick up his pace, the soft thumps of his hips hitting you are background noise as he says, “I can tell, you’re so swollen inside, so wet and tight. Feels really good on my cock, baby.”

Jeongguk hangs his head back as he listens to you mewl. He watches as your knees turn inward like holding yourself up is getting difficult because of how well he’s fucking you. He feels how your cunt starts to pulse and flutter around him.

His hands smooth over your body while he thrusts his cock into you, like he can’t get enough of you, even when he’s buried inside of you, even after your little stint earlier. You’re whiny under him, a little more so than usual, and he figures out why when your cuffed hands work to get his own hand back at your hole.

“Want more?” he asks.

You’re stubborn and just make a quiet noise, neither confirming or denying, like you’re embarrassed.

He lets spit drool down from his mouth again before he repeats what he did earlier. Slowly easing his thumb inside, hooking it. He moans, can feel it on his cock from the inside.

“Full?” he asks, using the hand inside of you on your lower back to drag your cunt over his cock.

“Yeah, oh god,” you choke out.

Your hands at your back are opening and closing with jerky, frantic movements and something about that makes Jeongguk’s cock throb inside. Like you don’t know what to do with them, like you’re trying to grab at something, anything to ground yourself. He wants to see them tremble, pull against the cuffs, just like he did, while he makes you cum, while he makes fall apart on his cock.

The noises that you make are choked out and desperate, as he plunges his cock into you fast and hard and he knows you’re close when you start to struggle against the hearts on your wrists.

“Oh, I’m close, Jeongguk-” you cry.

“Say it,” he grits out, his free hand gripping one of your cheeks and pulling it to the side so he can see the length of his cock disappear into your pussy, so he can see clearly how he’s filling both of your holes.

“Can I cum?” you mewl.

You sound out of it, so strung out on his cock, he wonders if he said no if you would even be able to listen and be good for him. He knows he won’t be able to last long enough to edge you though, his hips already faltering as he starts to peak with you.

“Just for me- cum just for me,” he pants.

He usually likes to watch your face while you cum. Likes to see exactly the effect he has on you. But your hands at your back suffice this time. They clench into tight, tiny fists as you whine on his cock, and when your fingers extend, they shake just like he thought they would. As your pussy convulses, they awkwardly claw at his hand on your lower back before just squeezing at his fingers like you need something to hold onto while you sob his name.

Jeongguk fucks into you while you cum, working himself into the tight grip of your cunt- that paired with the extra drag and pressure of his thumb makes him finish again, a groan from deep within his chest precedes the whiny, “Cumming, cumming-” he chants.

He’s sensitive, cock spent and used, so instead of milking himself with your pussy like he normally would, he just pushes inside as far as he can, lets his cock jerk and pulse in your warm cunt as he spills the last of his cum inside the condom.

You both stay like that for a couple long seconds, bodies heaving as you catch your breath.

“My hands are numb,” you groan, against the mousepad that now has a little bit of drool on it.

“So is my dick,” Jeongguk says back. But he slowly slips his thumb out of you, and then grips the base of his cock, pulling out with a pained, “Oh my god fuck-”

You giggle at his whines. Clapping your hands impatiently behind your back, you wait for him to get the cuffs off you. When he does, you turn around and wrap your arms around him, after stumbling a little. When you land against his chest, he’s greeted with the usual, “Thank you.”

He grabs your waist, helps keep you upright. “You okay?” he asks with a soft laugh.

“You see, that’s exactly why I had to do you first… never would have been able to ride you like I did if I had let you fuck me before.”

“How did you even do that? Weren’t you tired?” he asks, petting at you. He sounds like he genuinely does not know how you almost made him pass out with your pussy.

You shrug, a playful smile on your lips. “Spite is so powerful.”

He softens at your words, rubs his fingertips over your hips. “I really am sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

Your heart pulls at his words and you reach to your tiptoes, kissing him. “It’s okay… it wasn’t even really you. I just-” you shrug.

“I get it,” he amends, “we won’t do anymore work parties. My other friends are much cooler anyway. If you want to meet them, obviously. There’s a BBQ next month I think. Just a fun, casual thing.”

You both give each other a soft smile. Just fun and casual.

“I’ll think about it,” you say, backing up and doing your best to do up your costume again. “Does Nari have any more of those Puffs snacks?”

He gives you a look as he makes himself somewhat presentable as well. The slick stain at his crotch from you riding him is quite incriminating, though.

You shrug at his incredulity. “What? They are really yummy! The baby cheetos are good too, you should try them.”

(The baby snacks take the place of popcorn when you get back to his place, and Jeongguk is partial to the blueberry Puffs, trading his mini organic cheetos for yours.)

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