#daddy!joon

The dizziness in your head has heightened your passions, throwing your head back sends you in a spin but you’re unsure if it’s pure lust rushing through your veins or the alcohol you’ve shared throughout the night. Your body feels hot to the touch, burning your fingertips as you massage your breast. The other holds you steady while you ride his manspread thigh, perched on the leather couch in your hotel room. 

Joon just sits in his boxers, enjoying the show you’re performing for him. His elbow propped up on the back cushion, one hand resting on his temple while you work on your own pleasure, using him as a toy.. or that’s what he wants you to believe. He’s taking in every curve, every wind as you sensually move before his eyes. He feels powerful, smug in the knowledge that he could easily flip you and own you right now, but he’s enjoying this too much. He’s enjoying you in your lust fuelled state, no longer your shy or timid self so he’s letting you enjoy the freedom, for now.

Your breath hitches with every drag against his thick thigh, smearing your arousal along him like you’re marking him as yours. Teasing your clit with every gyration, determined for him to feel how much you want him. How thinking about him is making you wet. How much you want him to take you. To fill you completely but you know he’s in control here. You’re waiting on his word but he sits patiently, a satisfied look painted on his face as you continue your motions.

Your legs begin to tire beneath you and a frustrated groan ripples through your throat. Your hands grasping his knee as you slow your movements, breathing heavy and whimpering above him. Joon notices, eagerly leaning against your body. His skin feels like electric at the slightest touch, goosebumps rising across your body causing pleasant shivers. You lean back against him, offering your neck like it’s his to devour.

“Don’t you dare slow Baby,” he speaks in his low timbre, it vibrating against the pulse on your neck as you gather breath. No longer drunk from the bar, completely drunk on him. Your fingertips combing through Joon’s hair, taking hold as you inhale deeply. His lips grazing the skin on your neck, teasing and making you wait for their gentle touch. His breath cooling your skin, causing a static feeling as you wait in anticipation. 

Joon’s hands snake around your body, his fingers flexing as they take purchase against your hips. Burning imaginary indentations into your sensitive skin as he tightens his grip. “Keep going,” he murmurs against your ear, before placing the slightest kiss just below it. He adjusts his stance, raising his thigh slightly as his hands begin to gently pull you back. You sigh, following his guidance back and forth with your head still against his shoulder. The motions beginning to ignite within you as you succumb to him.

He watches you begin to lose it above him, your hand grasping at your breast while the other needs to feel him, raking through his hair and tugging rhythmically with every pull against your clit. Your shyness completely gone as you revel in the pleasure that’s filling your body. His name on your lips between intakes of breath and wanton gasps as you near your high. 

“Enjoying that Baby?” he lowly chuckles, knowing he’s fully in control now.

“I-I need you Joon. I need to feel you,” you moan as you start to come undone above him. Chest heaving, and a heated rush beginning to surge through your body.

A smirk rises across Joon’s face, eyebrow raised and dimple popped. Feeling powerful and desired as he watches you teeter on the edge. Knowing he could do this to you, with just his thigh. His touch. His lips reach your ear once more, whispering words while the timbre rumbles through your body, coaxing your orgasm to its peak,

“You want me? Soon Baby. Cum for me first.”