You spin slightly in his chair before letting your fingers fall between your thighs. Your eyes slide shut, lips half parted to allow your first gasp to escape when you circle over the thin fabric, relishing the friction. You’re imagining they’re Namjoon’s teasing fingers, so infuriatingly predisposed to driving you wild with elongated torture. It’s not enough, but it’ll suffice for another lonely evening.

Outside, rain splatters against the huge windows, but you can’t hear it. Your ears are covered with Namjoon’s best noise-cancelling headphones, blocking out everything except the steady beat that runs beneath sparse notes. You’ve set Namjoon’s new playlist (or at least the samples he’s sent you) on a loop. And with the volume turned all the way up, you can’t help but imagine its his voice whispering right in your ear. You know that husky tone he gets too well; it comes out to play when he’s past the point of self-control, murmuring, “do you feel good, baby? Come on, I know you can take more for me.” A shiver sweeps down your spine, and you smile.

Slow rap, slow jam, slow rain, everything slow.

As if obeying, you keep that lazy pace. The cotton clings to the slickness pooling at the crux of your ache, hungry for a thickness only one man can satisfy. You push the base of your bare foot against the desk, leveraging for more space as your breath exhales heat. The collar of your stolen button-up now feels constricting so you undo another button, letting the shirt hang practically fully open.

If Namjoon was here… He would be reaching for your chest already, never able to resist when you flashed him glimpses of your skin. Hell, he couldn’t resist when you were showing nothing either. A man who always made you feel loved and craved. And a man who would drive you fucking insane with want.

Yes, those talented hands would glide up your sides, cup your breast so tenderly you would never expect the pinch he would inflict on your nipples. The sudden jolt is always painful pleasure in the best of ways. You’d want more. You would arch your back to push yourself closer into his grasp, trust him implicitly to know exactly how to push your boundaries until you were satisfied.

When it rains, it pours, it pours, it pours.

You’re drowning in wetness that’s insistently begging for a cock to cling to, and damn if you wouldn’t give anything to make that come true. “Namjoon…” Even his fingers would do, stretching the waistband of your panties, heat on heat, dipping into—

When you feel a sudden, foreign pressure at your cunt, your eyes flash open.

And you find your boyfriend grinning up at you from where he kneels, dimple on full display, looking like he’s just caught his prey. Perhaps he has. Okay, he definitely has.

You burst into a smile as his mouth makes shapes you can’t discern. Hurriedly, you yank the headphones down, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt so you can crush your lips to his. Your tongues move together in the way only lovers can, practiced yet electric as you finally taste him. You only let go when you have to breathe, or risk passing out.

“Damn, angel,” Namjoon murmurs, staring at your lips shiny with his saliva, thinking it’s a damn good look on you. He wants to see what else that mouth can do. His hands twitch as he considers picking you up and tossing you onto the bed. Ultimately, he reigns himself in for now, though he’s sure you wouldn’t mind. “Been too long.”

“You didn’t say you were coming back today,” you grumble, just a bit accusatory.

“Wanted it to be a surprise. And by the looks of it, you were really surprised.” He smirks, pants getting just a bit tighter when he thinks of the position he caught you in. He straightens up, swivels the chair around so you face him. You’re distracted by the growing bulge in his jeans, looking delectable. “What were you listening to anyway?”

He leans close and you catch a whiff of his cologne as he presses an ear to the open headset. It only takes him a second before his eyes widen and he makes a guttural growl so low, so sexy it should be a damn crime for what it does to your heart and cunt. “You were listening to my voice? To my playlist? As you… Oh, baby…”

The look in his eye has changed. Eclipsed with lust unbridled, he sweeps his gaze, jaw set, over his haphazardly-buttoned top, loose on your frame. No doubt, you would taste so fucking sweet on his tongue, grinding against his mouth in that wanton way he’s so fond of, but Namjoon can’t wait any longer to have you. He tears the headphones away, tossing them onto the desk as he sweeps you from the chair.

Your ass hits the bed by the next second, buttons flying when Namjoon rips the shirt open. His mouth plants purple on your collarbone, fingers making your panties obsolete. He can’t bring himself to pull away from your skin, not even while he strips off his pants and throws them somewhere. You take him into your palm, feel the veins rippling beneath your fingertips as he gets harder still with a groan.

“If you get any bigger, you’ll rip me apart,” you tease.

“You’d fucking love that.”

You can’t even deny it. Not when just the prospect soaks you. “How do you want me?”

“On your knees.” It’s not a request.

But… you’re still feeling a little miffed about his earlier surprise. “What, no please or thank you?” You roll over onto your side, peering at him through half-lidded eyes and thick lashes.

“Is that how you wanna play this?” His erection twitches when he rears back, his shirt a distraction so it goes the way of the jeans. “Well, if you don’t please get on your knees for me right now, I won’t give you what you want.”

The warning in his tone only encourages you. “And what do I want, Joon?” You flip over just a bit more, knowing his eyes must be glued to your ass.

His impatient hands finish the rest of the journey for you. You grin as he shoves you onto your front then tugs your hips up to give him full access. “I know you want my cock.” He guides it between your legs, undulating his hips to wet it with your arousal. His lips find the base of your neck and he plants a kiss before moving aside your ear to murmur, “I know you want me sliding into that tight cunt of yours until you’re stuffed full with me.”

“Mnn…” A whine slips unchecked at his words because that sounds better than anything you’ve ever heard. He feels molten against your clit, grinding down your slit to only promise bliss. You can’t help but lift your butt, shifting against his crotch.

Suddenly, the heat over your back is gone. He’s rocked onto his haunches. You want to complain at the sudden loss, but you’re silenced when his fingers squeeze your cheeks while he spreads you for the best view. Then that sensation vanishes too, only to find its way back in the form of a palm and a loud smack.

You jolt, body surging forward as a fresh sting spreads from impact, even as he soothes. “Fuck,” you moan when he slips a finger into you, knowing it’s not even close when compared to what you’re really craving. “Joon, Namjoon, ahh…”

“Give up, baby?”

He punctuates his question with another spank, lighter this time, but pleasurable all the same. Finally, the head of his cock is pushed flush against your cunt, and it would only take a simple thrust to have him where he belongs.

“Yes, god, yes!” You’re joined by the third syllable as he makes the first thrust and you feel that addicting stretch when he enters you, when he claims you as his in the most primal way he knows how. It’s been too long since you’ve had him, and each pulse of bliss only reaffirms that fact. Nothing, no fingers, no toys, could ever compare to him. The only man who could sate your hunger while tempting more.

“You’re so tight for me. Needed my cock so badly?”

He takes his time burying every inch of himself, even though instinct claws at his restraint. He loves the color frustration paints on your cheeks. You’re crushed deeper into the mattress, face intimate with the pillows. At his mercy. You’re pretty sure your clit is swollen with longing, but he refuses to even brush past it.

The noises you both make when he’s finally hilted are honest and lewd. You’re more than ready for him to fuck you until your eyes roll back and your toes curl. The last thing you expected was for him to stop.

With his crotch pressed right against your ass, he leans forward, knowing how the pressure must be gathering, excruciating. “You like that?” He asks, extracting himself just a few centimetres before he slams himself home with the next roll of his hips. “How about this?” He repositions, shifting just enough that he rocks into a different spot.

You answer him with a squeeze, a flexing of your kegel muscles that rewards you in turn when he gasps. Could you entice him into abandoning the tease? The begs are already on your lips. But it seems like Namjoon’s doing it to himself. His control is slipping with each fresh wave of pleasure, each time he hears you mewl under him. “Damn, you’re beautiful.” His hands move to grasp your waist, hard enough to redden but careful not to bruise. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

The bed starts to creak and shudder beneath the weight of Namjoon’s sudden pounding. The room is filled with the smacks of flesh on flesh and the moans forced from your mouth.

You wish there was a mirror in front of you, so you could see how Namjoon breaks his inhibitions, how his pumps and thrusts become wild and punishing in their pace. You match his every stroke because you’re the only one who can. Your whimpers are joined by his grunts and the wet squelching of slippery bliss. And when his hand moves down to capture your needy clit between his fingers, you’re in climax before you can stop yourself.

“That’s it… Cum for me, babe. Cum all over my cock.” His voice leads you along and you let it all go, coating his shaft so thoroughly. He joins you a few seconds later with a desperate groan and he shoves himself so deeply into you that it almost hurts, how he pushes against your cervix. But you’re too full to care, still riding the high of your quivering cunt.

He tugs you up, gathering you against his chest as he kisses you ravenously, needing to taste his girl as you’re speared on him. When you’re both breathless, he lets you go, and you seek the bed. You let yourself fall upon it, exhausted but oh-so-satisfied. There’s a subtle ache in your cunt that reminds you just how well fucked you are.

“Thank you,” he finally says with a laugh, collapsing beside you before he rolls back around, unable to stop from cuddling up despite the sweat and sticky heat still swirling between your bodies. “So, I can assume you liked the album?”