Holy Curse • Jeong Yunho

Day Five

January 5th 2019, Thursday
22;45

DAY FIVE

"We could get in trouble for this." Deiji spells out, breathless.

San traces his lips back to her jawline, leaving behind sloppy and fluttering kisses all over her skin. A purple hue splays in victory on her neck; evidently caused by his teeth and tongue, sucking and relishing the taste of her. Deiji whimpers in his hold, feeling his hands making their way up to the curve of her back. He pulls her petite body close to her, trailing his lips back onto hers. They kiss briefly for a moment and Deiji's hand nests in his hair to angle his head; she deepens the kiss, eliciting a low grunt from his chest. San, revelling in the taste of her cherry gloss, further slides one of his hand up to the nape of her neck and gives into the kiss. His other hand however, glides down to her ass, giving her asscheek a light squeeze.

Sensing her heart palpitate with lust and desire, Deiji pulls away, leaning back into his lap. San, who sat in the chair that was usually behind the counter, eyes her down with disappointment as she only responds to him with a soft giggle. She brings her hands to his shoulders, and arches her back. Her curt movements cause her soaked pussy to grind against his clothes thigh; while so, she releases a whimper before sighing softly.

"I know I've been working the night shift," she begins, repositioning herself on his lap, so that she's sitting on one of his thighs with her legs on either sides. "And, I am aware we don't get enough time to fuck, but doing it here isn't ideal or ethical practice in the workspace."

"Who said I wanted to fuck?" San smirks, "just wanted to taste your lips. They're sweeter than before for some reason, you changed your gloss or something?"

"Like you'd care." Deiji rolls her eyes, "I could tell you to shut up and kiss me, but I'm also scared someone might walk in on us."

San heaves out a low chuckle before leaning back, pushing Deiji's waist down for any meagre friction he could receive from it. Though, it does work, Deiji's pulsating core rub against his clothed thigh again.

"You little fucker..." San ignores her whispered curse and bucks his hips up, getting more of what he craved. "San..." she gushes, throwing her head back and closing her eyes momentarily.

"Clearly, your body doesn't think of this to be unethical to the workspace." He breathes out each word, crooning his own neck up to see her enjoying herself.

Deiji groans, it was surely discomforting, riding one of his thigh with their clothes still on. But, she could do so much considering the situation they're in. No, she never had any fantasies of having sex in the store she works at, yet here she is. Her skirt rides up her thigh, as her hips grind down at a steady and comfortable pace. Her breathing goes arrhythmic for a moment, and she peels her eyes open to find San staring at her with a smirk on his lips.

"If it was—" she grunts softly, keeping her pace, "—the workspace etiquettes, I would've...—"

"—sweetheart, don't talk." San whispers, leaning in to silence her with a kiss.

Their heated embrace lasts forever, their kisses getting sloppy and wet and messy with every passing seconds. Their desires could never be fulfilled like this, not unless they were bare in their skin and feeling every inch of lust taking over them. Deiji was a whimpering mess, she was over the edge because of the stimulation. Although, San seemed to bask in the glory of it.

They are too engrossed in sucking each others faces off to even realise someone's presence near the counter. It was until when the said person cleared his throat and followed it with a snarky remark, that the two pulled away, seemingly startled by some stranger.