#hangzoo

Hyungjoon first knows that something is up when you practically bounce into his studio, your excitement obvious even as you try to school your expression. He doesn’t question your sudden arrival, the occasional visit from you normal at this point in your relationship. He is caught off guard by your outfit, barely there shorts and one of his t-shirts that hangs off of your frame.

“Hi baby,” you say excitedly, perching yourself on his lap and tucking your head into the crook of his neck. Hyungjoon can feel as your rapid breaths slow down as he wraps his arms around you. 

“Hello to you, too,” he says with a small laugh, a wide smile on his face as he cradles you in his arms. He takes in the smell of your shampoo as he presses a kiss to your head, happy to have you in his arms after a long day.

Hyungjoon runs his hands over your back and thighs, comforting you before he halts in his tracks, a smirk flitting across his face as he feels you giggle and shift over him in a provocative manner. He gently tugs your hair, pulling your face away from his neck and laughing at the guilty expression on your face as it changes to a sheepish smile and you climb off of his lap.

You laugh as you take off your t-shirt, the sudden action causing Hyungjoon to whip around and make sure that the door to his studio is locked. When he turns around you have stripped out of your bra and shorts, a lace thong the only thing covering any part of you as you had discarded your shoes by the entryway to his studio. 

His eyes widen as he takes in your radiant being. Hyungjoon has always thought of you as the most beautiful person on the planet, and he was even more sure in his thoughts as you stand so confidently in front of him, the barely visible swell of your belly and slightly larger breasts the only signs of your early pregnancy. 

Your arousal was already making trails down your inner thigh as Hyungjoon leaned back in his chair, relaxed as he calmly surveys your body with dark desire in his eyes, Hyungjoon’s familiar gaze sending pleasant shivers coursing through your body. 

You rub your thighs together and freeze when you catch his attention, his gaze darkening as you slowly walk to him. You come to a stop in front of his chair and kneel between his spread legs, your breasts on full display as your nipples harden in the cold air of the studio. You can feel your pussy twitching as you run your hands along his upper thighs, reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants.

Your hands are gently pushed away by Hyungjoon, his expression stern as he raises an eyebrow at your antics. “Bad girl,” he says softly, his words causing you to sit up straight as his entire body seems to tense up, his form feeling bigger than before as his dominant side seems to take over. You feel fire coursing through your veins as he pulls down his sweatpants and the boxers underneath and his erection is freed.

Hyungjoon’s cock is already hard, dripping precum down his shaft. You lick your lips and patiently wait, looking at Hyungjoon with pleading eyes as you kneel before him.

“Please, Hyungjoon,” you whisper, receiving a laugh in return as Hyungjoon smirks down at you.

“Hmm?” he asks, sitting back in his chair. The only sign of his arousal is his erect cock twitching as you lick your lips and stare at it. “Wanna suck my cock, baby? Knocked up and still craving my cum, hmm, baby?” He strokes your cheek and smiles as you nod up at him, eyes wide as you seem to silently plead. “Use your words, baby,” he says, a warning tone in his voice.

“Yes, sir,” you whisper, “I’m just your little cumslut. Please let me suck your cock, sir.” You blush as you finish the statement and Hyungjoon nods, wordlessly agreeing and lounging in the chair as you lean forward and eagerly lick the dripping precum from his cock. He strokes your hair gently as you seem to worship his cock with your mouth, running your tongue over it and sucking the head into your mouth.

You moan as you take in his familiar taste, feeling him pulse as you take him deep in your mouth, causing Hyungjoon to throw his head back in pleasure and groan as he feels you moan around his dick. You suck him in as far as you can and he gently holds your head against his base until you tap his thigh and he releases you. He pulls you off of his dick, leaving you gasping for air after being held to him for so long.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asks, concern in his kind eyes as he looks at you. You take deep breaths for a moment without responding before you stand up and drop your thong to the floor. Your arousal drips down your legs, and you look at him with pure lust in your eyes as you straddle him.

“Please fuck me, sir,” you plead, your juices dripping from your bare pussy onto his hard, pulsing cock. The next thing you feel is his hands gripping your ass cheeks as he pulls you onto him. The two of you seem to slot together perfectly and you shiver as you gush around his cock, your pussy contracting around his cock and squeezing him in ways that make him moan.

You lose track of time as you ride him, lost in the pleasure. Your eyes close and Hyungjoon hits the ‘record’ button on the console happily. Your head falls back and you moan as he reaches a hand around and strokes your clit mercilessly. You cum as you ride him, sinking to his base and letting out loud moans as your legs shake. You rest your head on Hyungjoon’s shoulder as you feel him come to an end within your rapidly contracting walls.

“Greedy, dirty whore,” he says proudly, rubbing your clit to prolong your orgasm. He only stops when you limply push away his hand with a whine, and he reaches over to turn off the recording switch. You both sit in his office chair for a while, him gently rubbing your bare and sweaty back as you rest against his clothed chest. You can feel him twitching inside of you as you remain on his base, his cum beginning to leak out of your entrance. 

You doze off as you continue to sit there, content with the current position that you are in. “I love you,” you whisper, and Hyungjoon instantly melts as he cradles you against him in a protective embrace. You hardly feel as he moves to lower you onto the nearby couch. He slides out of you as he sets you down, your naked body more than tempting although he has had you such a short time ago. 

He kneels down before you, kissing the gentle swell of your belly before simply sitting back and taking in the sight of you, bare before him and more beautiful than anything he has ever seen before. He covers you with a blanket before placing a kiss on each of your nipples, moving back to his office chair and putting a pair of headphones on. 

He doesn’t bother to dress himself as he listens to the recording of your moans, your beautiful noises that never cease to send shivers down his spine echoing through his headphones. He stops once the recording ends, letting out a sad sigh before turning around.