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Spoink Note - Chapter 4 - Seven/Saeyoung Choi

MC put down her phone as she closed the chatroom.  Saeyoung’s idea really could make some money for the organisation, especially with the two of them working together.  The problem was she had a dirty little idea in her head that wouldn’t shut up until she got it on paper.

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‘Twirl for me!’  Seven made MC turn in a circle, the edges of her maid dress flareing with the many petticoats underneath, displaying a good deal of thigh, the right one graced with a lacy garter.  ‘You look gorgeous!’  He laughed, giving her a once over.

‘One thing I don’t understand though,’ MC pouted, ‘is how you look better in it than me.’

Seven posed, his own dress a match for MC’s, down to the little apron and heels.  He had forgone his wig, looking cute even without full makeup.  ‘Because I OWN this look!’

‘Weirdly, that’s true.’  She walked over to the video camera on its tripod, checking the angle and connection to the computer before setting it running.  ‘Time to make some money.’

‘Oh yeah, baby.’  Seven picked up a soapy sponge from the bucket beside one of his babies before walking out in front of the camera and beckoning MC to him.  ‘Hey, everyone, we are going to be live washing these gorgeous sports cars for the next few hours, and the more you donate to the RFA, the wetter we will get!’  He squeezed the sponge out before them as he pulled MC over with his arm around her shoulders.  ‘So come on, put your hands in your pants…pockets!  And splash some cash!’

Seven left MC’s side and sauntered over to the car behind them, he had been all for giving his babies a special clean and making some money in the process, but MC had some ideas of her own, winking at the camera before grabbing her own sponge from the soapy bucket.  Resting the sponge on the hood of the red car, MC bent in Saeyoung’s eye line, ensuring she leant far forward.

‘Is this the best way to do it?  I don’t want to damage the paintwork.’  She asked without looking back at him, but she didn’t need to.  She could feel his eyes on her like a solid thing.

‘Uh…a bit more like this.’  He showed her with his own sponge and she tilted her head before leaning further over the hood.  ‘Like this?’

‘Not quite.’

‘This?’  She looked over her shoulder at Seven who was visibly flushed, his eyes on her rear.  Dunking the sponge again, she drew it dripping to her chest and soaked herself through, trailing it in a zig zag motion down her torso and stopping at her crotch to squeeze the sponge, creating a dripping mess down her thighs.  ‘Here?’

‘Shit.’  Seven breathed heavily and his feet were moving without him telling them to, his lips crashing into MC’s before he pulled her tight against him.  His tongue quickly found its way into her mouth and there was nothing gentle about the kiss, teeth clashing as they both groaned.

Seven’s hands ran over MC’s hips and down to her thighs, pulling her up onto her tiptoes as he ground against her before lifting her to sit on the soapy hood.  His hands pushed up her dress as his tongue continued to taste her hungrily.  He hooked his fingers into her underwear, pulling them over her hips and down as he tore his lips from hers, leaving her gasping as she grasped at his hair.

‘You good with this?’  He asked breathily.

‘So good with it.’  She licked at his lips gently before he dropped to his knees.

Pushing her shins he rested her heels on the bumper, his eyes trailing over her appreciatively.  In any other situation he would have praised God, but it felt a little blasphemous given what he was about to do.  He trailed his index finger around one side of her, caressing it reverently.  Her thighs still dripped with soapy water as his other hand slid over it, his lips following it with teasing kisses and nips that had MC shift with need.

‘Please, Saeyoung.’  She groaned, feeling his breath against her, so close and yet so far.

‘Uh uh, MC, you know what to call me.  Ask properly and ye shall receive.’

‘Please, God Seven.’

His lips were on her before she even finished the sentence, sloppily eating at her like she was his last meal.  MC’s head dropped back as his tongue and lips worked magic on her, drawing her rapidly towards the edge.  His tongue swirled over her sensitive nub, her fingers tightening in his hair, but he withdrew, watching her tremble around him, her delicious juices coating his chin.

‘Not yet.’  He sucked the skin of her thigh into his mouth and she knew she would be marked for days to come.

Seven made a small pop as he released her flesh, looking proudly at the raw mark he had left, before turning his attention back to her core.  He trailed his fingers around her opening before slowly slipping two inside.  The strangled groan she gave was enough to have his already heavy groin pulse with desire, but he wanted this, he wanted her writhing and begging him.  Curling his fingers he felt her clench around him as her hips bucked, the noises she made shooting straight to his crotch.

‘You like that, hmm?’  He grinned to himself as he drew closer to her, his fingers stroking and stretching her.  ‘I can’t hear you.’

‘Yes, God Seven, I like it!’  She gasped, amazed by what he was achieving with his hands and mouth alone.

‘Good.’  His tongue darted out and stroked her clit, a cry emitting from her lips as he added a third finger.

MC could feel herself drawing closer again, Seven’s tongue alternately between lapping like a cat and firmly using the tip, his fingers turning and twisting as though he knew exactly where to touch her for maximum effect.

Seven shoved his other hand into his underwear, freeing his straining cock and giving it shuddering pumps.  He could feel she was as close as he was, clenching around him as he turned his palm around his length.  He was losing his rhythm, the closer her got, but MC raised her hips against him, forcing herself into his face, and he stopped thinking.  He licked and sucked as frantically as his hands moved, fingers curling as he thrust himself into his fist.  Hungry, desperate noises fell from his lips and he felt the moment her body gave, spasms thrumming through her that drew him to his own ending, going up on his knees to buck into himself, pressing his tongue against her, hot fluids dowsed over both his hands.

As MC’s mind began to return Seven pulled her down into his lap, sinking onto his heels as his hand pushed her sweat soaked hair away from her temples.  ‘MC, I…’

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WHACK

‘Hey, get back to work!’

Seven flinched as he was smacked around the head by Vanderwood with a rolled wad of paper, cringing at the sting it left on his ear.  He focused and saw the code before him, the cursor flashing as though to taunt.  Where the hell had that incredibly wet daydream come from?  Not that he was complaining, but, well, wow!

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Spoink Note - Chapter 5 - Jumin Han

‘This trip, while successful from a business standpoint, failed to stimulate my interests.’

MC smiled to herself as Jumin’s honeyed tone caressed her ear through her phone.  Zen may call him emotionless, a robot, but MC loved the sound of his voice.  It held a timbre that lulled her to contentment.  She could listen to him read a telephone directory and never get tired.  ‘We can’t have you unstimulated now, can we?  Where are you now?’  Her fingers twiddled her pen, hovering over the journal before twirling it once more.

‘In the car from the airport.  A luxurious ride, certainly, but there is something to be said for good company, an intelligent conversation.’

‘And what about our conversation has been intelligent?’  She laughed softly.  ‘So far I’ve asked how your trip was and where you are.’

‘Nonsense, I know you are an intelligent woman and that shows in how you conduct yourself.’

MC looked down at the journal as her pen began to write a few lines, her thoughts creeping from her head to her fingers.

‘My conduct, huh?  In that case, you’ve never conducted yourself as anything other than a gentleman.’

‘And how else should I conduct myself?’

She was sure she could hear the smile in his voice as she finished her sentence.  ‘No other way, Jumin, just stay the way you are.  If you ever end up in a relationship, that person will be the luckiest in the world.’

Jumin sighed to himself.  ‘On the contrary, I believe whoever is blessed enough to be your partner would be the truly lucky one.’

‘If you say so.’  MC drew a small flower beside Jumin’s name on the journal.

‘What is there not to feel lucky about?  You are a beautiful and intelligent young woman who is very capable of dealing with anything thrown at her.  You deserve the very best.’

‘I’d settle for someone willing to bring me flowers and remind me how much they love me every now and then.’  She replied absently.

Jumin thought for a moment before answering.  ‘That is a very good thing to hope for.  I am afraid I have to cut our call short, there’s somewhere I have to go.’

‘Okay, Jumin, speak to you soon.  Thanks for letting me know you’re back.’

As always, Jumin hung up promptly and MC looked at what she had written, wanting Jumin to be the one to bring her flowers and express his love for her.  She might have had the hots for the rest of the RFA, but Jumin had her heart hook, line, and sinker.

‘It is a nice thing to hope for.’  She murmured to herself before dragging herself up from her chair and going to shower.

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MC walked back into her living area wrapped in two towels, planning on leaving the kettle to boil for tea while she changed into her pyjamas.  The journal caught her eye as she walked back towards her room and decided instead to make a small change.

‘That’s totally unrealistic anyway.’  She murmured to herself as she crossed out her previous idea and jotting a replacement.  ‘And if I’m going to dream I may as well make it less lame.’

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Jumin stood with his hand poised to knock on the door and shook his head.  His motivation seemed to have left him in a sudden rush.  Glancing at the huge bouquet of flowers in his arms he wondered just what he was thinking.  MC deserved flowers, certainly, but she didn’t deserve someone she barely knew showing up on her doorstep in the middle of the night.

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MC finished writing and admired the simple sentence.  For her imagination it was a lot more realistic.

‘I just want Jumin to let loose and absolutely rail me.’

She was considering adding more details, knowing that wouldn’t sustain her all night, when there were two sharp raps on the door.  It was past ten pm and she wondered just who the hell that could be.  Going to the door she went up on tiptoes to look through the peephole, seeing none other than Jumin there, a determined expression on his face and a huge bouquet of flowers in his arms.

‘Jumin?’  She asked as she unhooked the chain and other locks that were essential for a woman living alone.  She stepped aside and he entered without a word.  ‘What are you doing here?’

Jumin turned and looked down at her, his emotions and heart racing equally with unfamiliar swiftness.  She was beautiful, the scent of her shower gel and hair products filling his senses.  Water still dripped down her neck in small rivulets, drawing his eye to her clavicle and barely covered body.

‘Are you all right?’  MC looked at him worriedly.

To see someone look at him with such genuine concern overwhelmed him and an instinct he didn’t even know he had took over.  Throwing the flowers aside he pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers in a fervent kiss that left her shocked.  She had no idea what had brought this on, or why he was here, only that he was and that was all that mattered.  She began kissing him back, their lips and tongues tasting one another as though they were a last meal, a parched man’s first taste of water.  It was rough yet sweet, awkward but perfect, Jumin regretting the cold weather that had forced him to wear gloves.  He could feel the heat from her body pressed against him through all the material, as though she burned for him.  He had never felt anything like this, such physical desire for another person, and while the ache in his groin was not unfamiliar it was perhaps the strongest he had ever felt, her presence making his blood boil with desire.

MC didn’t remember ever having such powerful need run through her, but this was far more than just a simple kiss.  It called to her, drew her senses to the edge and threw them over, as though her feelings for him weren’t enough already.  Her body felt as though it were on fire, desperate for his touch, a deep buried pulsing beginning within her.

Neither one knew who made the first move or if it was perfectly timed, but their kiss broke as Jumin pulled off his gloves, MC pushing at his coat.  The towel dislodged from her hair, falling behind her as damp tresses fell over her shoulders.  Jumin’s eyes tracked the hair, caressing her skin in a way that started a pang of jealousy inside him.  Shrugging off his coat and suit jacket he raised his slender fingers to trail across her clavicle.  MC sighed at the touch, her fingers freezing in their fumbling with his waistcoat buttons.

‘MC.’  His voice was little more than a whisper, her name falling with such reverence from his lips that she blinked her eyes open to look at him.  ‘I have to know.  Do you want this?  Do you…want me?’

‘I want you, Jumin, so much.’  She replied as she took a step closer to him, running her hands up his chest to pull his tie loose.

‘Very good.’  Jumin’s words were businesslike but his voice trembled, giving away the emotions he felt, the heat that curled inside him.  He rid himself of his shoes and waistcoat before pulling his tie over his head and joining MC in undoing his shirt buttons.

He was down to his underwear in no time, already straining against the expensive fabric, but he was too busy to notice.  MC, on the other hand, swallowed hard before raising her eyes to meet his again.  Her hand reached for her towel but Jumin’s hand fell on her wrist, stopping her.

‘Allow me?’

She nodded imperceptibly and Jumin trailed his fingers to her hand, gripping it lightly and lowering it before taking the edge of the towel.  It fell away with little more than a tug and Jumin looked in awe at the scene before him.  MC was beautiful in a way he had never seen before.  She was a work of art made flesh, soft curves and elegant dips, a blush dusting her skin.  He wanted to admire every part of her, touch and worship her tender flesh, he would happily give his life to her, if she would accept it.  But for now, this was what mattered.  Releasing the towel he took MC’s hand, drawing her towards him as though for a dance, but instead he cupped her cheek with his other hand and lowered his lips to hers.

This time the kiss began slow, a sensual touch of growing familiarity, of learning one another.  MC pressed her hands against Jumin’s chest, her first real touch of his skin, and a whimper bled from her throat.  He was warm, he was real, and he was here.

Jumin’s palm hovered over MC’s ribs for several moments before finally making contact, her warmth making him twitch.  As his hands caressed her skin the kiss deepened, Jumin’s tongue sliding into her already open mouth, acting like a switch that triggered the heat within them.  With her arms around his shoulders, MC pulled Jumin towards the couch.  On her encouragement he sat, their lips barely parting as she straddled his thighs.

‘MC,’  Jumin groaned as she settled in his lap, ‘I need you.’

‘I need you too.’  MC gasped between kisses that covered his face as his hands ran up and down her back.

Cupping the back of her head he tilted it to one side, his lips grazing over her throat.  The groan she gave coupled with her hips rocking was sheer madness to him, leading to him sucking on her tender skin.  Again she responded with a grind against him and it was too much yet not enough.  Tucking his hands under her thighs he lifted her and turned, laying her back on the couch before rapidly pushing his underwear over his hips.

Seeing Jumin’s length as he knelt between her legs her had MC’s core throb, moisture pooling between her thighs.  The reverent way in which he looked over her body made her breath catch in her throat, as though she were something to be appraised, which wasn’t far from Jumin’s thoughts.  He considered her as priceless as any jewel, something worth treasuring and protecting, which he would gladly do, but for now his aim was to appreciate her many facets.  Leaning down he brushed her damp hair away from her face, marvelling at the perfection of her features.

‘You are truly breathtaking.’  Jumin breathed before lowering his lips to hers, stealing any reply she may have had.

Feeling Jumin pressed against her so intimately was so incredible she raised her hips on instinct, his body shuddering in response, but he didn’t want to rush this.  He knew that they had all night but she was inadvertently temptation itself.  His hand travelled over her ribs as their lips met in a deep kiss, her fingers sinking into his shoulder-blades as she groaned low in her throat.  It was instinct that had him roll enough for his path to draw towards her core, need that had his fingers dip into her soaked folds and draw the wetness over her most sensitive spot.

‘Fuck.’  MC breathed as Jumin broke the kiss to gauge her reaction, a confident smile on his lips.  This was the Jumin who ruled the boardroom, who had no doubt in his abilities, confidence welling over.

‘Eventually, my darling.’  He nudged her nose with his own, leaving a soft kiss on her lips before going back to teasing her mercilessly.

MC raised her head enough to kiss Jumin’s lips briefly before setting her sights on the curve of his neck.  Her lips distracted him enough that he closed his eyes, his fingers continuing to tease around her…until he felt her palm touch his length.  He sucked in a breath through his teeth as the turn of her wrist drew beads of pre-cum from his tip, her thumb spreading it before she took up a caressing rhythm that had him rut against her hand.

From feel alone, MC could tell Jumin was blessed, not unmanageably so but a length and girth that had her desperate to see it, to feel it inside her.  Firm yet warm, she stroked him, his body responding not only in her hand but in his, his digits parting her decisively before a single one slid inside her.  The stuttering moan that breathed warmth against his throat let him know she appreciated it, that he was doing the right thing.  A second finger joined it, curving and sliding inside her while his thumb brushed over her nub.  MC’s hand and hips took up an identical rhythm to Jumin’s, her nose pressed against his neck as they moved together, unable to concentrate on anything but the feel of the man above her.

Jumin furrowed his brow, concentrating on his hand and not hers, fighting the desire to thrust himself into oblivion.  He wanted her but equally wanted her satisfied, more than once if he could.  He felt her walls fluttering around his fingers and picked up his pace, curling and stroking until her head dropped back and a cry left her lips.  It was like music to his ears, her the instrument he was playing, and it took a good deal of self control not to lose himself right there and then.  Easing his fingers from her clenching walls he held his palm to her and eased her through the final throes.

His hand stilled on her as MC’s eyes blinked open.  It had been such an intense orgasm her vision was fuzzy around the edges, her heart racing.  Finally she was able to focus on Jumin above her, his expression one of adoration and amusement, but it quickly turned to the seriousness she was used to from him.

‘MC, I must ask before we go any further…’

‘If you ask my permission again I’m going to flip you over and fuck you senseless.’

Jumin’s lips quirked at her words.  ‘That seems less of a threat than a promise.’

‘Please, Jumin.’  She leant up and kissed the edge of his smile.  ‘Make me yours.’

‘I will accept that as your confirmation of consent.’

‘Good.’  She hooked her ankle over his thigh and pulled him closer.

Jumin was more than happy to oblige her request.  Shifting his hips he lined himself up at her entrance, his eyes meeting hers as they gradually became one.  MC could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, a delicious sensation that had her breath stuttering.  He reached much further than his fingers had and she could tell he was not yet fully seated within her, but he had stopped, his concentration marking his features as he examined her face.  Remaining still seemed to be a struggle, but he did it anyway, lowering his lips to hers in a long, slow, sensual kiss.  Jumin drew  back almost to the tip before a measured glide back inside her, repeating the motion until he was finally in to the hilt.  MC had never felt so full, so complete.  She felt whole as her body encapsulated his length, her hips rocking up against his with need.

‘Patience, dear one.’  Jumin nudged her nose with his, her lips seeking him immediately.

‘Jumin, please.’  She begged as her lips brushed his.  ‘Please, move.’

‘For you, anything.’  The confidence in his voice made things tighten inside MC before he sat back on his knees, taking her hips in his hands and starting a solid rhythm.

Her hips met his, small gasps leaving her lips as her hands caressed his chest.  It was so much and yet not enough at the same time.  Feeling her soft flesh beneath him was a kind of madness he hadn’t known was possible, her pliant body responding to him in such a way he didn’t think he would ever tire of it.  Sinking into her depths, he released her hips and dropped down over her, his lips finding hers as he gathered her in his arms, pulling her flush against him.  His motions were shorter but hit a spot inside her that had her seeing starbursts, the noises she made shooting straight to his groin until the throbbing was almost painful.  He knew he wanted more but he didn’t want this to finish on something as lowly as a couch.

Slipping free of her, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to the bed.  Throwing the covers back with one hand, he sat on the edge of the bed, allowing her to guide herself onto him.  They both stilled as he filled her, adjusting to the depth of this new position, and it was MC who pushed at Jumin’s chest, making him lie back so she could lean forward on her hands.  Raising herself slowly at first she controlled the pace, Jumin caressing her reverently.  His palm cupped her breast, thumb grazing over her nipple and drawing it to a point.  MC groaned, her pace stuttering at the additional stimulation, and Jumin could resist her no more.  He sat up and pulled her flush against him, taking her nipple into his mouth and lathing it with his tongue.  Rocking her hips against him, MC ran her fingers into his hair, clenching enough to shoot a lance of desire straight to his cock, thrusting up into her in response, but it wasn’t enough.  His control waning he stood and turned them, depositing MC on the bed as he remained standing.  Tucking her legs over his forearms, he gripped her hips once more, slamming into her so hard she cried out at the sweet combination of pleasure and pain.  Jumin continued this vigorous pace until he felt his control begin to slip from his grasp.

Her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, MC felt the orgasm build, heating from her centre and out, a sudden rush that flooded her body and blanked her mind.  Her body spasmed as Jumin’s own pace stuttered, slamming hard into her as she cried out his name before rutting as he filled her.  The sound Jumin made was more grunt than groan, his face going slack as MC watched, her own buzz still ebbing through her.  As his strength left him, he carefully drew himself free and sat beside her legs.  This was the point that her fantasy would end, she would snap out of her daydream and Jumin would be gone.  She closed her eyes and waited, but instead of finding herself alone, she felt hands under her knees.  Opening her eyes again she found Jumin lifting her and sliding them both into the bed and pulled her close, pressing a kiss to her hair as he held her tenderly.

‘This isn’t what I came here for.’  He murmured.  ‘And I hope it was no impropriety.’

She laughed softly, still in disbelief that this was real.  ‘Then, why did you come here?’  She remembered the flowers.

‘I came to tell you my feelings for you.  I just could not hold it within me any longer.  But when I got here it was as though my mind changed on its own.’  He frowned in confusion.  ‘I am sure it simply sounds like an excuse, however I can assure you, again, it was not my original intention.’

‘I mean, I don’t mind this either.’  MC confessed slowly as she thought over her words in the journal.  ‘But do you still want to tell me how you feel?’

Jumin tilted her chin towards him and kissed her softly.  ‘My dear, MC, I am absolutely and completely in love with you.’

‘I’m in love with you too.’  MC admitted, as much to herself as to him.

‘Then I am eternally grateful to whatever it was that brought me here.’

MC frowned slightly.  ‘Do you want a drink?  I think I need a drink.’  She got out of the bed and grabbed her robe before heading towards the door.

‘Some water would suffice.’