Heaven's Demon - Purinz

XVII. Varying Office Fantasies

"Oh my God."

"You're a very bad girl, Ms. Kim."

Yunjin grins at Chaewon's whine of agreement.

"Look at you. You're not supposed to be enjoying it this much."

Chaewon clenches down at the loud slap to her ass. She hisses at the sting of it, rocking her hips on the silicon that Yunjin pumps into her from behind.

Her hands grip at Chaewon's waist and pull her back into each jog of hips, the clap of skin ringing in her ears. Forehead pressed to cool plastic of an industrial copier, Chaewon groans and shakes when the punishing rhythm quiets enough for her to breathe, the sharp snaps of the strap slowing to deep, rolling thrusts.

Chaewon arches at the feel of her hand smoothing up her spine to wind into the sweat-sodden hair clinging to her neck. At a gentle tug, Chaewon moans and lets herself be guided up, using the palms of her hands to support the weight of Yunjin draping against her.

"Still good?"

"Mhm. So good, baby... Just fuck me, Yunny."

"I think you mean Ms. Huh," Yunjin whispers, nipping at the fleshy skin of her lobe. "Remember. We keep things professional at the office..."

Yunjin smiles to herself, biting her lip as she envisions Chaewon being pushed face-down back onto the copier.

She checked her watch and glances at the door, tapping her foot alongside the whirs of its rhythmic back and forth blinding neon light.

A few solid raps sound through the door as Yunjin leans back on the table beside the copier, a satisfied grin stretching across her face as she chirps a bright, 'Come in.'

The door opens and then slams shut in a flurry of motion as a wild wave of dark hair slingshots into the room. Yunjin lets out a pleased yelp of laughter as the cramped space is crossed in two giant strides and hands cup her face, pulling her into a messy kiss.

Chaewon's groan is loud enough that Yunjin worries for a moment that someone might hear. But the thought falls quickly away as her fingers trail to Chaewon's hips, squeezing and lifting her up onto the table.

"You... are driving... me crazy," Chaewon breathes between kisses, pulling away just often enough to let fresh oxygen into Yunjin's lungs. "What are you doing in here?"

"Making copies," Yunjin smartly shrugs as dark eyes glisten in the low light.

"I am with a client," Chaewon says with a needy grumble, resting her head against Yunjin's as her hands mindlessly caress thighs, hips, and chest. "A client and his father."

Yunjin bursts out in a tittering laugh. "Oh shit. My bad."

"Fuck, gorgeous," Chaewon breathes, pulling Yunjin closer and rocking onto her. "You are so bad."

A low moan rumbles through Yunjin's chest as the words spark fresh visions of her deviant daydream.

"What?" Chaewon asks with dark eyes and an excited hum.

"Just something I was thinking about before," Yunjin says, brushing a few curls from Chaewon's face before letting her hands rest on her waist.

"And what were you thinking about?"

"You."

"Well that's certainly a relief," Chaewon smirks as she peppers kisses across Yunjin's jaw. "It'd be awful for my ego if you were in here making me wet while thinking about someone else."