he's obsessed with his body—rightfully so—but more than that, he's obsessed with the way you both look. his body covers your entirely, and he watches your face with every stroke, proud that he's the one that gets to make you feel this pleasure.
"look at yourself, baby. you look so good under me."
and all you can do is, well, watch, as his hands roam over every inch of your skin, tracing your hips, planting kisses to the dip of your shoulder and nuzzling into you like he isn't making a mess of you in the best way possible.
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a/n: warnings: boss x secretary relationship, they're fwbs? (don't do this with your boss i beg)
you never thought this would happen, but here you are, being fucked to high heaven against the window of the biggest boardroom in your office by none other than your boss, junmyeon.
it's yet another late night at the office, finishing reports, adding finishing touches to your presentation and scheduling some emails for tomorrow. it's been your schedule for a couple weeks now.
so has the presence of junmyeon.
what started as a lust-fuelled, one time thing has somehow spiralled into a daily occurrence for the two of you.
he's been staying back recently, under the pretense of keeping you company as you finish your work so that you don't feel alone in the large office this late at night.
no one else knows that he's been keeping you company in more ways than one.
so when junmyeon proposes you take a break for a little while, it doesn't take much for you to accept his proposal.
you've done quite a few things with him—hurried blowjobs under the desk before his meetings, cockwarming him when he's reading contracts, letting him spread you open against his desk and eat you out when he's fed up with work.
but this?
being pushed against the large glass window overlooking the bright lights of the city that are oblivious to what the two of you are doing, hours after everyone else has left? your breasts pressed against the cold glass, your entire body naked and exposed for anyone to look at while junmyeon's almost fully dressed behind you, peppering your neck with slow, sensual kisses that do not match the pace with which he's working his cock in and out of you?
it's a first. and it turns you on as much as it makes you nervous.
“make all the noise you want to, baby. no one's going to hear you.”
your head is spinning from the filthy sounds in the room, skin slapping against skin and the grunts junmyeon is letting out.
“r-right there,” you manage to pant out, hands scrabbling for purchase as junmyeon drills into that one spot that makes you see stars. “fuck, myeon.”
“you looked so good in the meeting today,” he whispers, voice a low, hot growl against your ear. “i saw chanyeol staring at you the whole time. is that why you wore that tight little shirt? you wanted to get a reaction out of me?”
“no, myeon, i—ah, fuck—of course not!”
“could've fooled me,” he says, nipping at your earlobe. “made me want to take you right there, against the table, with everyone watching. park should know what's not his.”
“’m yours,” you exhale mindlessly, only focused on chasing your high. you push yourself back against him to feel him go even deeper. “not his. not anyone else's.”
“mhm.” junmyeon snakes a hand down to rub your clit as he speeds up his strokes, rhythm uneven, the way it is when you know he's close. “going to take all of me like the good girl you are?”
you're trembling under chanyeol's touch, and it has nothing to do with the cold of the room.
both of you are naked, but you feel truly exposed as he drinks in your body from head to toe. his palms reverently go over every curve of your body—from your face to the dip of your collarbone to the fullness of your breasts to the wideness of your hips to the join of your legs.
“yeollie. you've seen me like this a thousand times before.”
“so?”
“can you fuck me already?” you whisper, a half-giggle.
chanyeol looks up at you, eyes serious.
“that's not the right word for what i want to do.”
“then what is?”
“i'm going to make love to you,” he replies, surging up to claim your lips in a kiss. “like you deserve.”
you're supposed to have been in the car by now, but jongin had other plans.
namely, the way he's got his head buried between your thighs and your dress hiked up to your waist as you grip onto the counter for support with one hand, the other guiding his head down to exactly where you need his mouth.
not that he needs any help.
"we're going to be late," you pant out, legs trembling a little, choking on a moan as jongin flicks your clit with his tongue.
"not my fault you looked so good," he pants, pulling away. his lips are glossy from his spit and your cum. "i don't mind staying on my knees all night."
"nini—it's too much—"
"just give me one more," he pleads, diving back down.
looks like you're not going to make it to the party, after all.
