Legs spread just like that while you’re knelt between them, palms slowly rubbing up and down his thighs as he leans back to watch you get needy for his cock. Watching you sputter nonsense and rambling on about how much you missed him, how much you missed the feel of his skin against yours, the warmth of his touch from his beautifully veined hands, preferably in your hair as you reach forward to finally take the band of his pants and pull them down. His member, semi-hard and growing still, warm and velvet in your hands, the tanned underside of his cock and the pink mushroom top slowly pulsating in your hands as you wrapped it in your hands, appreciating the weight of him before leaning down to run your tongue from his balls, past the vein that coiled around his cock before tonguing the slit. His soft grunts and low sighs at the slick of your mouth filling your ears as you teased him till his rock hard in your palms.

Maybe this could serve as a reward. For the man who’s done nothing but work his back and mind into the ground for almost 8 years since debut, writing, producing, rehearsing, dancing, getting inspired, touring, performing, meetings, and countless hours dedicated to his craft. Because he’s so damn good at it. And he’s so damn intelligent and treats you so well. So maybe this time... and then forever, you could spend a lifetime between his legs sucking his dick to his heart’s content. And even then, suck some more.

You don’t know what it was about being watched but the way you could sense his gaze on you with such lewd intent just to watch you suck him off did everything you yearned to have you wet and  dripping in your panties. But tonight, wasn’t about you. It was all about him. As it should be for his vacation. You planned everything for such a time as this.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as he muttered a curse and you peered up to find him looking down at you with lidded eyes, heavy from the sensual licks and wet kisses you placed from his thighs to his cock and teasing him once more by placing another open mouthed kiss on his balls.

“Baby, please,” he pleaded, desperation thick in his throat from the way you see his adams apple undulate while he dropped his head back with his eyes rolling back into his head from the pure euphoria of your teasing.

God you loved this man more than anything in the world, and he deserved every good thing and every beautiful thing you often wondered whether you could give him exactly that. But for now you’d settle for his pleasure at the surrender of your mouth alone, and the power that painted every time you watched him cum in abandon from oral sex alone is enough to have you cease your teasing and finally giving the man what he deserved.

A well good sucking to have him draining balls and down your throat, and what was even more rewarding for you is the end when you feel his warm load slither warmly and slickly as you swallow every drop.

After all, it’s the very least you could do.

“Shit, baby please.”

“What?” you whined, keeping your voice light from any indication that you knew exactly what he wanted. You stroked his cock slowly and torturously making sure to grip him exactly the way he likes it as you pursed your lips at the tip of his cock, a small drop of pre-cum pooling at the slit.

“If you don’t put my cock in your mouth this instant I’m shoving it deep down your throat you’ll feel it in your stomach baby, don’t play with me.”

There he was. Finally, you smiled, giggled shyly at his words and while keeping your gaze on his face, you finally wrapped your lips around him, taking him oh so wondrously with every inch you sucked into your mouth. You lived for his deep sighs and the way his chest gasped in air at your ministrations, the way his hands twitched to bury themselves in your hair, and finally his deep groans when you surely, hollowing your cheeks as you dragged agonisingly slow up his cock. You stopped at the head and with your tongue, swirled around the mushroom top while your hands clutched the rest of his inches in leisurely strokes as his thighs twitched. His hands finally coming to rest on your head as you felt his fingers dress them through your hair without any indication to pull, but you wanted him to. You wanted to feel the harsh grip of his hands pulling at your scalp, you want him primally. So purely animalistic that you huffed and let go of his cock with resounding ‘pop’ before uttering your next words whilst looking deep into his honey onyx eyes.

“Fuck my throat Joonie,” you pled.

“Yeah you want me to?” he hums, brushing your hair that framed your face back as he leaned down to press his forehead against yours, still gripping his hard member in your hand.

“What do we say when we want something Y/N?” he whispers, the warmth of his breath fanning against your face as you felt yourself grow wetter by the smooth velvet timbre of his voice. The same voice he works so hard to train for certain sound qualities to his rap.

“Please Joon, please?”

“Hmm… missed me that much did you?”

You nodded your head eagerly, reaching for his balls with your other hand, but from the way he started to shake his head you stopped just short of them while licking your lips moist.

“Ok baby,” he crooned, the natural way you took to his cooing by nuzzling your face against his groin proved more than exhilarating just to feel his heat the way all things knew the all-consuming rapture of the suns warmth.