Future Lover [SeongJoong]

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Seonghwa

Our relationship was...weird. We had crossed so many lines that were supposed to stay untouched. 

For example: Fucking in the bathroom during a business meeting while both of our fathers had no idea what was going on. 

That...if I had to say, was crossing a line. However, I can't say much about it since after that we had crossed the same line several times. 

It was almost like we chose to take our frustrations out on each other through sex. And if I could just say....it was fucking mind blowing sex. I had forgotten just how good having sex with Hongjoong was, but it was better now with the experience both of us had. 

I had also forgotten what it was like to find enjoyment during sex, all of my ex's were too busy in their own release they never stopped to wonder if I was also finding pleasure in it. 

Hongjoong wasn't like that. It was like he got off just by getting me off. Which turned me into a mess each and every time. 

I had stopped by Hongjoong's office, despite dressing and acting like I had an innocent intention, I knew damn well what I went there for and just who I needed to see. 

It was easier finding excuses though because now we worked together or at least had meetings together. So if anyone asked why I was looking for him, I could easily blame work. 

Yeosang knew better though. He didn't even bother to look up when he said, "Door's open." 

I had to stop the blush from growing on my cheeks before I entered his office. He was huddled over his desk, papers strewn about, a knot formed between his brows as he concentrated. 

He had the first couple of buttons undone on his shirt, the sleeves pushed up and his hair messy from no doubt the amount of times he ran his fingers through them. God, he looked so attractive. 

Working Hongjoong was something I didn't know I needed in my life. 

When the door shut behind me, that made him look up. He looked...frustrated. 

Dammit. Bad timing. 

"Are you busy? Should I go?" I asked, not getting too far into the room in case he wanted me to leave. 

Without say a word, he stood up from his desk and walked right towards me. I slumped a little, trying to prepare myself for whatever he was going to do. 

I definitely wasn't prepared. 

He grabbed me and shoved me against the wall, slamming his lips against mine, The kiss was so hard and suffocating that it turned my brain to mush. 

I was fucking obsessed whenever he did this. I loved after a long work day how he'd just grab me and take out all of his frustrations. 

I could taste the bitterness of coffee on his tongue, feel the force behind his kiss. 

After a moment of unrelenting making out, I felt his thigh slip between my legs, giving just the right type of pressure that it drove me crazy. I helplessly grinded against him, letting out soft moans.