#ana!

jeonghan left early for work today. and, despite your insistence that you would gladly wake up early with him on your days off so you could at least see him before he left (even if it meant your eyes are barely open and you only remember fragments of the kisses and see you laters), he still lets you sleep in every time.

(jeonghan’s logic is that he’ll have plenty of time to spend with you when he gets home, and to him that was more than worth the wait. he likes how peaceful you look in the morning, cheek squished against your pillow and a halo of hair framing your head. he likes the way your lashes flutter ever-so-slightly when he presses a kiss to your cheek, the subconscious smile that graces your lips when he pulls away. the fluttering fondness that lingers in his stomach is just enough to tide him over until he’s able to see you again.)

what jeonghan failed to consider, however, is that you woke up extra needy this morning, and he wasn’t there to do anything about it. which is why you decided to menace him a bit and send him photographic evidence of your desire throughout the day; selfies of your pert nipples covered only by a tight top, pictures of the wet patch on your cotton panties, provocative captions about missing him attached to each. jeonghan replied to none of them for fear of starting something in his office bathroom that he wouldn’t be able to finish, but rest assured he drove home irritated and reluctantly hard at your actions.

you’ve been quite the brat today, there’s no point in denying it. the only thing you managed to not do was touch yourself…until now, that is. 

in your excited haste to get ready, you left yourself with a solid thirteen minutes before your lover got home. you truly did try to be patient, legs folded and hands smoothing over the covers mindlessly. but after a few minutes the anticipation started to eat you alive, heat rushing to your core just thinking about what might happen once jeonghan returns. you figured you could rub a quick one out without him noticing (and boy, were you so, so wrong).

feather-light touches over your merely covered breasts travel further and further down until you’re rutting your clothed cunt into your own hand, fingers teasing your entrance over your thong. you then slip them under the fabric and into your hole with ease, already wet with anticipation, and you groan when the heel of your palm grinds deliciously against your clit. the pressure of your fingers is dull compared to jeonghan’s, but your imagination fills in the blanks and you find yourself approaching your high much sooner than you expected.

lost in your own arousal, you don’t hear the front door of your apartment click open and shut, nor do you hear footsteps approaching the open door to your bedroom. it’s not until he loudly clears his throat do your eyes snap open, fingers halting mid-thrust as you spot him leaning against the doorframe. oh, you are so screwed.

“go on,” jeonghan slowly makes his way to the side of your bed, arms crossed. “don’t let me stop you.” his eyebrows raise expectantly, but you know he doesn’t mean it. you’ve already done more than enough damage. 

“i’m sorry,” you pout, removing your fingers from your pussy and biting your lip at the lewd pop. “i just- i missed you so much…”

jeonghan tilts his head tauntingly. “oh, so you thought it would be okay to tease me like that all day? do you know how hard it was to focus in my meetings?” he seethes, “i even chewed out one of my interns because i was so wound up.” a sliver of guilt bubbles in your chest, hoping you didn’t add too much stress to your boyfriend’s day. your worry is put at ease, though, when you spot the tent in his pants. your gaze flickers back up to meet his, a mischievous glint in your eye, and you don’t miss the way the corner of his mouth quirks up when you do so. you know he loves it just as much as you do– almost as much as he loves you.

“and now here you are, touching yourself without permission,” jeonghan purrs, before letting out a scoff. “couldn’t even wait another 20 minutes ‘til i got home.”

another meek apology is all you can muster, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second with your legs still spread and bottom lip caught between your teeth. jeonghan kneels on the bed in front of you, thumb pressing a painfully slow line up your clothed pussy. you let out a whimper at the minimal relief it gives you.

“guess i’ll just have to punish you then, hm?” 

you whine his name in defiance, hips bucking up into his hand in search for more friction. the whining probably isn’t helping your situation, but if you don’t cum soon you think you might cry. 

as much as he wants to indulge in you— because he’s finding it nearly impossible to appear unaffected by your desperation— jeonghan is feeling a little mean today, delivering a slap to your aching clit over your panties instead. you gasp, jaw going slack when the sting morphs into pleasure almost immediately after.

“so needy, even after being a brat today,” he chides, but the fire in his eyes falters momentarily in a silent question: was that okay? 

your boyfriend smirks at how quickly you nod your head– you liked it much more than either of you expected. you feel even more arousal seep out of your cunt as he does it again, a little harder this time, and you let out another whine. getting him riled up at work was so worth it.