#lolli

“I work fast.” Your hand slid down to his pants. His hand stopping yours before you could undo his fly.

“The president is out there!” 

“Okay, okay. I’ll behave.” You pulled back, inspecting Jiyong’s face and smirked as you wiped the lipstick off his face. “Might need to touch up your hair.” 

Jiyong groaned and picked up his pilot hat before heading out of the room. After a quick pit stop to hair and makeup he was back in action. He didn’t know what had gotten into you today, not that he was complaining but he was trying to be on his best behavior and you were making that very difficult. 

You watched briefly from the back of the room, hidden in the shadows before darting off to the dressing room. If you stayed out there you were going to ruin the shoot. And he was right, the president was there so you needed to be careful. 

That didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun on his breaks, though. Locking the door, you quickly changed into a stewardess outfit. Lucky for you, there’d been extras laying around. You had just finished tying the scarf around your neck when you heard a knock at the door. 

“Jagiya? Why is the door locked?” You snorted, unlocked the door and opened it just enough for him to come inside. “What are you -?” His voice cut off when he came face to face with you. Quickly shutting and locking the door behind him. 

“How long have you got?” 

“Ten minutes.” 

“Plenty of time.” You nodded, before dropping to your knees. 

Before Jiyong could even stop you, not that he wanted to, you had unzipped his fly, your hand palming at his growing length. Jiyong let out a low moan, encouraging you to continue. Your hand slid into his boxers, pumping him once, twice, three times quickly before freeing him from the material. 

You licked your lips before moving your head ever so slightly, your tongue darting out, giving the tip of his cock a teasing lick. 

“Jagiya.” He warned and you smirked. 

“Patience, Oppa.” You teased. 

Your hand pumped him slowly as your mouth wrapped around him taking him in slowly. You let out a soft moan at the feel of his cock inside your mouth. This is what you’d been wanting all day. His breath hitched in his throat and you looked up at him, your eyes locking on his. You leaned back, a wicked grin on your face before you took him into your mouth again, going a bit deeper. 

It was too much too quickly and you gagged, pulling back slightly. You swirled your tongue on his tip, your hand pumping his shaft quickly, covering the space your mouth couldn’t reach as you began to bob your head up and down. Jiyong’s hand moved to your hair, giving it a gentle squeeze as he guided your movements. 

“That’s it Jagiya, just like that.” He panted in whispers, still not wanting to get caught. But damn, all he could think about was how great you were at this. 

You hollowed your cheeks, your movements becoming faster as you took him in deeper. Your eyes brimmed with tears as his head hit the back of your throat. You held him there for as long as you could, a moan escaping your own lips. The vibration causing him to shudder as he gripped your hair tighter before you moved back. 

You moved faster, your hands moving to his hips to steady yourself. Your tongue flicked the underside of tip, at his most sensitive spot and Jiyong’s hand gripped your hair so tight you were certain you were about to be bald. It’d be worth it though. 

“I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He warned. 

“Good, cum in my mouth, oppa.” You mumbled, speeding up your movements. 

You only had so much time before he was needed out there and you weren’t going to send him out unsatisfied. All it took was a few more pumps before you felt Jiyong tense. His hand holding your hair so tight, tangling in his fingers as he twitched. You held your mouth still as you swallowed his release. Your tongue reached out to lick the rest of it off him before you leaned back. You licked your lips, your eyes never leaving Jiyong’s. 

He leaned back against the door and you giggled, realizing you’d not let him get very far into his own dressing room before rocking back on your heels and moving to stand. Jiyong fixed himself, shoving his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me one day, crazy.” He smirked, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips. 

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

“Mm. Maybe so.” His eyes roamed your body, the smirk staying on his face. “I’ll be back, don’t change.” 

You mock saluted him and he rolled his eyes, adjusting his tie before heading back out. You debated following him, but knew the addition of the costume you had on would raise brows, especially with the A list group out there. So you stayed put, watching from a monitor in the room. Jiyong was going to have to dress as a pilot more often. 

It was a few more hours before he came back to the room. Him opting to take his breaks outside. You used that to your advantage sending him texts or well, pictures of you really, in various poses while he was smoking. Just enough to tease him, but not enough to actually keep him from doing his job. 

The door opened and you turned your head lazily from your phone to Jiyong. There was a glint in his eyes as yours met his and you smirked, dropping your phone on the couch. He motioned for you to come to him, you always eager to please, stood up and walked over to him.

“Hi, Oppa.” You grinned. 

Jiyong rolled his eyes, locking the door before his lips were on yours, his hands cupping your face. You kissed him back hungrily, your tongue darting out to meet his in a battle of dominance. Jiyong’s hands moved from your face, trailing down your body and finally landing on your thighs, he gripped them tightly, lifting you up. Your legs wrapping around him as he turned, pushing your back into the wall. 

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck and your collarbone, biting gently. He moved a hand carefully, pulling at your shirt, the buttons popping off at the movement. He kissed down to your breasts, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. You moaned, your head leaning back against the wall as your hands made frantic work at undoing his fly. 

Jiyong shuffled out of his pants, his hand moving up your thigh and sliding between you. He sucked in a breath when he was met with your wet folds. You on your knees early and all those pictures over the course of the day and not once had you mentioned you hadn’t been wearing panties. His eyes met yours and you smirked as he started working his fingers against you. Rubbing small, fast circles on your clit. His lips crashed back onto yours, swallowing your moans as your hips bucked into his hand. 

“You’re so wet for me, Jagiya.” He mumbled against your lips and you let out another moan.

“Jiyong please, I need you.” You begged. 

Jiyong removed his hand and positioned himself between your thighs before slowly sinking into you. Your legs tightened around his waist, helping him enter you fully. 

“Fuck, Jagiya, you’re so tight.” 

He began moving slowly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you moved against him. With how wound up you’d been all day, Jiyong knew it wouldn’t take much to get you to come. His movements were fast, he was angled perfectly to hit you in the right spot with each thrust. His mouth swallowed every moan.  Your bodies moved in perfect sync, driving each other to the edge with each movement.  The sounds of your breathing and the occasional moan that slipped out the only noise in the room.

“I’m so close, Ji.” You panted. 

With one more deep thrust, you came undone. Your eyes grew hazy as the fuzzy feeling in your gut took over. Jiyong held you close as you rode out your climax, your head falling back against the wall. Jiyong was close behind you, thrusting a few more times before releasing inside of you. His arms stayed tightly wrapped around you, holding you in place as you both caught your breath.

He kissed you slowly before letting you go, your body sliding down his as you landed on your feet. He kissed you again pulling back slightly, peppering your face in soft kisses. 

“So, you have a thing for pilots, huh?” He teased as he pulled his pants back up. You snorted.

“I have a thing for guys named Kwon Ji-yong. The pilot attire is just an added bonus.” You winked.

Deciding to discard the costume, you returned to your normal attire, smoothed out your hair and walked back over to Jiyong. “Are you done for the day?” 

“Thankfully, yes. And everyone’s probably gone home by now.” He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together before leading you out of the dressing room.

The only people left were his security team and you smiled at them. Those poor guys deserved a raise, having to deal with the two of you all the time. They were used to it though. Knew when to give you space, knew when to make jokes and when to not. Jaeho smirked as he led you guys out of the building and you sighed in relief when nobody asked what took you so long. 

“You hungry?” Jiyong looked over at you and you nodded.

“Starving.” That caused a snicker from Jaeho and you glared at the back of his head. Jiyong smirked at the interaction. 

“We’ll pick up something on the way home.” Jiyong decided as he opened the car door for you. 

“Don’t want to eat out?”

“Nah. I’ve got better ideas for tonight.” You leaned back in the seat and looked over at him as he slid in beside you. “I can take my time with you at home.” He whispered into your ear and you grinned. 

“I think I can skip eating.” Your eyes stayed locked on his and he smirked before nodding to the driver to take you guys home. He was going to use this pilot suit to his advantage for as long as you could last tonight, and then do it all over again in the morning.