You stared at the door in front of you. And why did you even come here? You entered the code as you entered Hoseok's apartment. You grinned at the number of shoes that were lying in front of the open closet. It seems someone was in a hurry this morning. You laughed as you carefully returned the shoes to the shelves. You walked around the house looking at every piece of furniture that fully corresponds to Hoseok. You froze in the middle of the living room. Oh my god... you're in Hoseok's apartment. And at your lunchbreak you gave him a blow job and finished from it. This really happened, not just in your dream. It's good that you left work early, which allowed you to go home and take a shower. You sat down on the large sofa looking around, wondering if Hoseok would be back too late. You knew how much filming could be delayed. You didn't even think that several hours had passed since your arrival.
You grinned when you saw the Hoseok shirt next to you. You picked it up, inhaling the aroma. You were surprised because it was saturated with the smell of Hoseok. You thought it was washed since it was neatly folded, but it seems Hoseok has already worn it before. You placed the shirt back on the couch. And when Hoseok will come.
Fuck, you moaned as the scent of Hoseok still lingered in your nose, making you horny. You felt a spasm in your lower abdomen. You weren't interested in sex at all, but after a painful weekend of erotic dreams about Hoseok, just the smell of it made you feel very aroused. You ran your fingers along your crotch, pressing on your clit through your jeans.
You lifted Hoseok's shirt, inhaling his scent again, driving you completely crazy with excitement. Fuck, you wanted to cum... Badly... You unzipped your pants and stuck your hand into your panties. You moaned softly, burying your face completely in Hoseok's shirt. You pushed your fingers into your wet pussy as the scent of Hoseok completely enveloped you. This was not enough. You wanted Hoseok's cock to fill your pussy just as he filled your mouth. Fuck, you growled, remembering how Hoseok's head stretched your hole. Your fingers were too thin... you opened your eyes and smiled when you saw the whiteboard markers on the table in front of you.
I've definitely gone crazy, you thought at this thought. Or maybe... no, you're definitely crazy. You can't do this in the Hoseok house, despite what happened in the office. It is not right. You moaned from the pain that squeezed everything below you, begging for release.
Whatever... you didn't care right now. The main thing is to clean everything up before Hoseok arrives. You took the marker from the table, but it was only slightly thicker than your finger. You pulled your jeans down to your knees. You knelt on the sofa, leaning forward, resting your cheek on the sofa into Hoseok' shirt. You moaned slightly pushing the marker into your pussy. It was better than a finger, but still not enough. You continued to jerk off, but you were too far from the pleasure you received in the morning. You took the second marker from the table adding it to your pussy. Third. That's better, you moaned with pleasure. You felt the heat finally begin to fill your body.
You squealed and froze when you felt cold fingers on your hot skin. Fuck, how did you not hear how Hoseok returned home? Fuck, this is such a shame, you tried to move away from him, but his hand did not allow you to move. You covered your face with your hands, fighting back tears.
"Fuck, I want you to greet me like this every day," Hoseok's voice was so low it was like a growl, leaving a kiss on your butt. "Sorry for making you wait so long," he chuckled. "But baby... you shouldn't shove things like these into your sweet hole." Hoseok pulled the markers, pulling them out of your pussy.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck... you were so embarrassed that Hoseok caught you while you were masturbating on his couch that you completely forgot what exactly you did it with. "Hoseok, this is not it..."
"You should have written to me that you were dying of desire, I would have come much earlier to take care of you," you tried to change your position, realizing that you were too open for Hoseok's eyes, but his fingers dug into your hips, not allowing you to move. You loudly moaned as Hoseok's tongue pushed inside you. Hoseok pulled off your jeans, spreading your legs wider. It felt so good that you no longer cared how slutty you looked now, nor did you care about the rules of decency either. You forgot about it even when you saw Hoseok in your office during the day.
