MR. INCORRECT ✷ P. JONGSEONG
in which ◞ you’re cockwarming your boss while he’s on a business call, forcing you to stay still until he’s finished.
warnings. . . explicit sexual content (mdni) ﹕ unprotected sex ﹕ age gap ﹕ semi-public sex ﹕ secretary!reader ﹕ cockwarming ﹕ riding ﹕ reverse cowgirl ﹕ phone sex??﹕ creampie
619 ✍︎ ── boss! park jongseong ✶ 𝑓. reader ┊custom order 📋
order notes: lowkey feel like this was repetitive ngl
the morning sunlight spilled through the blinds, its rays soft and colorless across the wooden desk. jay's cock sat thick and warm inside of you, your skirt rode up just enough that your ass rested naturally against the fabric of his pants like it belonged there.
his hand stayed hot against your waist, thumb rubbing slow circles, while the other remained on his computer mouse, clicking periodically through the black and white files.
you’d been in this position for nearly twenty minutes, swallowing back every moan every time he shifted and pushed himself deeper. the phone was already on speaker, his client's voice bouncing off the walls.
"can we go over the first draft again and tweak the revisions together? i feel like something is missing..."
jay leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your clothed shoulder, the warmth burning through the fabric. "sure, we can start from page one," his voice was even and calm.
instead of opening the file, he gives one agonizingly slow roll of his hips, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. and a helpless moan slipped from your lips, your walls fluttering around his cock in a heartbeat.
he doesn't stop there. his hand squeezed your waist before slipping between your thighs and pressing lightly against your clit, daring you to make another sound.
and you don’t. you stayed silent.
“such a good girl,” he praised, voice carrying a certain smugness as his lips brushed the shell of your ear. "staying so still and quiet for me."
he began circling your clit in firm, steady strokes, determined on drawing a needy whimper from you. your back arched into him, breath growing erratic with every pass.
you could feel his cock throb inside you, thick and persistent. his free hand left the mouse and slid beneath your shirt, pushing it higher until your breasts spilled free.
he cupped one, thumbs brushing over the already swollen nipple before pinching hard enough to make your hips jerk. that was all it took—you couldn't hold back anymore. you sink down further onto him.
"couldn’t wait?" he chuckled darkly, hands returning to your waist, pushing you down to the hilt. “such a needy girl.”
he lifted his hips in sharp, deliberate thrust, his cock dragging perfectly against your walls every time he bottomed out. the angle hit something deep that your thighs shake uncontrollably. he didn’t slow down; moving faster, harder, driving you up onto your toes.
“mr—please—s-shit.. i’m—”
jay had long forgotten the call, focused on making you cum around his cock. the thought of the man on the other end hearing your moans while he pounded into you made your thighs clench.
"jay? you feeling alright over there? i can’t hear—”
before the man could say another word, jay reached out and hung up. he bent you over his desk, papers scattering, picture frames knocking down.
“fuck, you’re so good to me,” he groaned, voice rough, his hips snapping against yours. “taking every inch like you were made for me.”
his thrusts grew rapid and almost animalistic as his thumbs bruised the back of your shoulders, digging into your skin. your moans carried through the office, slipping beneath the door, the harder he pounded.
“mr. park— fuck… gonna cum—more—” you blabbed, fingers gripping the edge of his desk.
it didn’t take long. your orgasm shattered through you, rough and intense, your walls clenching around his cock as you cried out his name. jay followed right after, gripping your waist and pulling you hard back onto him. he buried himself deep and came with a low, broken groan, thick white ropes painting your walls.
“you did so good today,” he muttered into your collarbone, breathing shallow.
