❥・𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖉・❥

・❥ The den (🔞)

(Kinks/content; junho being a menace (you'll see why this is a warning in other shots.), fingering, squirting, COOCHIE EATING?!)

Another fancy dinner party, another investor.

I should be happy, and I was but of course my dad always won.

That's just how he is, never lost and never will.

It makes trying to fill his shoes harder.

I take a sip of whiskey, a soccer game playing in front of me.

*Ugh, I'm in a mood.*

"Oh junho!" I hear marigold call out to me as she walked downstairs, "There you are, watching your sports, typical rich man behavior..."

I turn around to her, her demeanor changes, she stands up straight her black heels behind her in her hands, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." I say coldly, turning back to the television, "Nothing life threatening, I'm just in a mood."

"Good mood? Bad mood?"

"Bad mood."

She walks over to me, "Can you tell me what happened?" I swallow some saliva before speaking, "My father, he pisses me off."

"He thinks he's so perfect, perfect son, perfect life. He will do anything to win, did you see how much of a fucking suck up he was tonight?"

I groan, "No one's perfect. I learned that the hard way." I finish my cup setting it down harshly, "I'm sorry, it just put me in a mood."

She shakes her head, putting her heels down, "You're fine, I'm just happy to listen." She crosses her arms, "Being your secretary is showing me sides of chairman Chul I wish I couldn't see."

"He's a very greedy man. I can imagine having a father who cares about money more than you."

I sigh, "Sorry... didn't mean to put it like that." She shakes her head, "Don't be sorry, it's fine!"

She stood there looking at me, her short black dress was driving me mad, it had been the whole night.

"Want to help me blow off some steam?" I cock my eyebrow at her and she smirks, "Oh, it would be my pleasure."

She straddles my thighs kissing my passionately, my hand roam down her back, unclipping her bra strap.

My lips travel down her neck, leaving sloppy kisses down it stopping at her chest.

I pull down her dress strap, setting her bra aside, kissing her chest softly, she moans, "w-what about your soccer game?"

I look up at her, "I can watch the aftergame show." She giggles and I get back to work, taking her nipple in my mouth.

She throws her head back as I swirl my tongue around it, her moans like music to my ears.

I pull away doing the same to the other one, I felt her heat grind on my thigh, I grin getting an idea.

"Marigold, do you like soccer?"

"I can tolerate it, why?" She says breathlessly.

I stand her on her feet, having her lean the coffee table, her ass directly in front of me, "Because I want you to watch the game for me, think you can handle it?"

"w-what?" She stutters, "But what are you gonna do?"

I lift up her dress, pulling down her panties, "I'm gonna finish my meal, that's what."

"You're so fucking stupid." She huffs, "And you love it." I spread her lips open and she let out a moan.

I lick her entrance, circling around the hole then sticking my tongue inside, "w-which one is your team?" I pull away, my thumb rubbing her clit, "One in red." She lets out a breathy 'okay.'

I groan as my tongue swirls around inside of her, *God she tastes so good.* I stick my tongue in and out as my hand rubs her clit, my other one keeping her lips open for me.

She moans her louder as I speed up, the only words coming out her mouth being related to the game.

*So obedient, doing exactly what I asked for.*

I give her right cheek a slap and she jumps, tightening around my tongue.

I stick my fingers inside, moving them in slowly, rubbing her ball if nerves as I did.

Before I knew it was finger fucking her roughly, her moans being mixed in with my name and begging.

"Your team is losing." She looks over at me, "Your team sucks horribly." I turn my fingers upwards and she gasps, "They're just in a mood." I smirk.

I finger her harder, she throws her head down, I briefly look at the screen and as I did my team scored a point.

Consequently, marigold reached her high, squirting and gripping the table.

She breathes heavily and I pick her up, sitting down with her on the couch, kissing her forehead and rubbing her thighs, "Fuck... shit..."

"You did well baby." I smile, "And my team isn't garbage, they scored a point."

"Only one, the other team has 3."

We chuckle, "Thank you for helping me blow off steam, it helped." She smiles, "Glad to be of service mister boss man!" I giggle, "Thank you madam."

We continue watching the rest of the game, my worries seeming to drift away as we talked.