#yall know i wasnt abt to abandon this lil series hehehehe

[goosita]

keeping an affair quiet between you and young!politician!snow is harder than you thought it would be

“shhhh, darling. they’ll hear you,” coryo murmured as he pressed kisses down your throat. his hands were around your waist and you were sitting on his desk, legs parted for him to stand between. he silenced another one of your soft giggles with a bite to your skin before soothing it over with his tongue.

“can’t help it,” you whispered, pulling him closer by his tie. “feels so good, coryo.”

he smirked and pressed his hips harder into yours, his clothed cock hard against your inner thigh. he had your skirt bunched up around your hips and one of his hands fell to your thigh, pulling your leg tighter around him.

“i know baby, i know. feels good for me too.”

you let out a soft moan when he bought his mouth back to yours, kissing you until you felt delirious from the taste of him. his lips were so soft, urgent and hot against your own. you knew you had to break apart soon, he had a meeting in 5 minutes. but you soaked up as much of his attention as you could.

“can’t wait to take you home tonight,” he panted softly when he pulled back. his normally clear blue eyes are stormy now, pupils blown wide as he looks at you. his words made you shiver, and of course he noticed it. “i’m going to ruin you, my darling. can’t wait to feel you trembling and taking my cock like the precious, good girl you are.”

“please, coryo,” you gasped, pushing your hips harder against his. he groaned softly, lashes fluttering at the friction of you grinding on him.

“shut up,” he hissed, though there was no real anger behind his words. he could hear the people in the waiting area outside his door chatting casually, completely unaware of the scene just inside his office. “now’s not the time to be begging like a slut.”

coryo slapped your thigh harshly, mouth covering yours before the squeak you let out could be heard. after a few more seconds of his tongue brushing against yours teasingly, he pulled himself from you.

“going to be the death of me,” he muttered. but his voice was fond and his dimples showed as he tried to suppress his grin. he carefully pulled your skirt back down and then his hands were smoothing your hair back down.

“lipstick,” he ordered softly, holding his palm out. you fished the tube from your pocket and handed it to him wordlessly.

“good girl.”

coryo smiles softly and uncapped the lipstick, one hand holding you still by your chin while he meticulously dragged the makeup over your lips. his thumb swiped at the edge of your bottom lip, perfecting the line there. not a single thing out of place. he smiled and closed it again, sliding it into his own suit jacket pocket.

“there,” he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “nice and pretty and ready for me to mess up all over again after this fucking meeting.”

you both smiled at each other as he helped you down from his desk. the wetness in your panties was uncomfortable but you’d deal with it, knowing coryo intended to hold up his promise of taking care of you later. he was nothing if not a man of his word.

he shot you a wink after you walked over to the door, taking a seat at his desk as you addressed the man waiting to meet with him. you grinned up at the man politely.

“mr. snow will see you now, sir.”