k musings

aid and relief ||| b.c

18:04

baby imy... come home soon?
seen 16:35

there were many things you loved about your boyfriend. from the way he smiled with your youngest family members to the way his nimble fingers worked you until you could give no more. one thing you didn't love as much, though, was his undying dedication to his work. it kept him away when you needed him most. not even the dirtiest pictures in his favourite of your lingerie sets could draw his attention, not this time at least.

you knew why he hadn't responded, so you didn't pay much mind to it. however, when hours passed and he had yet to reply, you knew something was up. quickly throwing on a pair of shorts and zip hoodie over the lace you wore. if he wasn't going to appreciate it over text you were certain he would in person.

19:22

knuckles rapped against the studio door, three times and the once more. chan wasn't likely to open it himself, probably too absorbed in whatever track he was working on to really process that it was your knock he was hearing.

you moved into the room quietly, leaning over to see what he was doing. he shifted away from you sharply, mumbling under his breath. "i'm busy, go away."

letting out a breathy chuckle, you rested your hands on his shoulders and pulled him back against the chair and kissed the sensitive skin beneath his ear. he tilted his head to the side subconsciously, granting you more access to the pretty porcelain skin of his neck. continuing down his neck, you left purple marks adorning the spots your lips touched him. you pulled back, smirking at the little work of art you left for his friends and coworkers to see.

"you don't really want that, do you?"

"not in the slightest," he whispered, turning his chair to face you and pulling you into into his lap. chan rested his head on your shoulder, sighing contently. his shoulders were tense under your grip. he was stressed to say the least, anyone could tell, and you were sure the photo you sent him wasn't helping at all. you could feel it pressing against your core as you straddled him.

you slid of his lap and to your knees in front of him, earning a groan of protest at the lack of content. from here you could see just how much you'd effected him, the tent in his shorts looking nearly painful. you pressed your hand against him, palming him through the think fabrics separating you from the his throbbing length. he hissed in response, brows furrowed beneath his mop of blonde curls. he reached for you, eager to give you the same stimulation you graced him with. you shook your head, moving his hands back to their perch on the arm rests.

"let me take care of you, relieve some of that stress, yeah?"

he nodded slightly, leaning back into the chair. he lifted his hips to help you as you pulled his shorts and boxers down, his dick springing up and hitting his torso. he was impossibly hard, and all because you sent him a sexy photo when he was most frustrated. you pulled off your jacket, revealing the dark emerald lace that hugged your chest in the most heavenly way.

"is that-" chan's words came to a halt as you licked a long stripe up the base of his shaft to his tip, eyes locked with his. wrapping a hand around him, you pumped him slowly before taking as much of him into your mouth as you could, leaving your hand to work the rest of his aching length. he let out a low moan at the feeling, one you hadn't heard in a long time.

you let your free hand caress his thighs and torso, shaky moans leaving his throat. his back arches up from the chair as he feels the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. gripping the arm rest tightly with one hand, he looks down at you with furrowed brows and runs his free hand through your hair. you look back up at him again, taking in the mouthwatering sight above you. chan's hair clings to the sweat on his forehead, his bottom lip pulled between is teeth and slightly swollen. another delightful sound slips passed his lips, somewhere between a gasp and a moan, as he sees your teary eyes looking up at him.

"fuck, baby girl. you look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock like that," he says. you moan around him in response, quickening your pace a little more. he throws his head back against the chair, a much louder, more desperate moan filling the room. strings of curses, your name, and more lovely curses follow suit as he nears his release. you can feel him flex his abs under your palm, his breaths shaky. hollowing your cheeks, you take as much of him as you can, his cock hitting the back of your throat with every bob of your head. chan grips your hair tighter, groans and moans leaving his throat almost in time with your movements. his hips buck up sharply, his cock twitching before releasing his load into your mouth. you swallow every bit you can, the rest spilling out from the corners of your mouth.

wiping it away with the sleeve of your jacket after pulling it back on, you admire the sight before you. chan is still leaning back against the chair, his chest rising and falling rapidly. his hickeys are already darkening, and he looks nearly fucked out. nearly. he pulls up his shorts and lifts his head to look at you once more, eyes clouded with a lust you'd never seen before.

"let's go home, the song can wait."