Y/N X BTS SMUT

lust and desire

They'd been teasing each other all day.
All through the boring meetings, they'd subtly flirted, hoping the other associates at the law firm didn't notice there was a growing heat smouldering between them. They were away on a business retreat-come-team building event, and normally y/n hated these things. But since she'd got together with her colleague, Jin, she'd found herself not minding having to spend her weekend working, especially since they were in a luxury hotel and spa, with bedroom suites that were as big as her London flat.
During the afternoon meetings, Y/n had lifted the end of her pencil to her lips, sliding it into her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. She'd made sure Jin, who'd been sitting across the large mahogany boardroom table, had held her gaze the entire time.
In return, during coffee breaks, he'd taken every opportunity to brush past or lean up against her, pushing the hardness in his suit trousers to her lower back, or 'accidentally' sweeping his hand across her breast, her nipples crinkling beneath her tight black bodysuit. The outfit was admittedly too sexy for this kind of event, but her intention was that he noticed her. Besides, she'd taken personal pleasure in not wearing either a bra or panties beneath her clothes. She'd relished whispering that piece of information to Jin, watching his dark eyes light up with excitement and then darkening further with lust.
Now the meetings were over, and they had a couple of hours before they were expected to come back down for dinner with their colleagues. She had every intention that they'd spend their time making the most of these illicit moments together.
Checking none of their colleagues had followed, they reached the door to Michael's hotel room. He glanced down the wide corridor behind them one more time to make sure they wouldn't be seen, unlocked the door, then grabbed her hand and yanked her inside.
Relationships were frowned upon by the law firm's partners. It would get them both in serious trouble if they were found out, but that had only made the sparks between them more intense. Y/n had always been someone who, if told she couldn't have something, would want it all the more.
Lighting in the suite was on low—sexy and moody, just like Jin. With his messy dark hair, stubble, and pink shirt, he certainly didn't look like a lawyer.
He slammed the door shut behind them and she pushed him up against the panelled wall. The build-up of all the waiting and flirting through the day of endless meetings had made this all the sexier.
Finally, they were alone.
Y/n touched his jaw, his stubble grazing her fingertips. Their faces were inches apart, breathing each other in, savouring the moment. Unable to hold back any longer, they crashed together. Their lips parted, tongues tangling. Within seconds, they were both breathing hard.
"God, you have no idea the filthy things that have been going through my head all day." Jin groaned, dragging her against him.
Y/n bit her lower lip and gazed up at him through her eyelashes. "I'm pretty sure I can guess since the same things have been going through mine."
"You are such a tease, naughty girl. I can't wait to fuck you."
"So, what are you waiting for?"
She took his hand and pressed it to her breast, and then moved it down, tracing the curves of her body until he reached beneath her skirt. Her hold-ups meant the tops of her thighs were bare—she couldn't stand tights—and her lack of underwear meant the only thing between his fingers and her pussy was the bottom of her bodysuit. He rubbed her over the top of the material, hunger in his eyes. Arousal coiled low in her belly at the friction against her tender folds and the swollen nub of her clit. She sucked his finger into her mouth, slow and sexy, giving him a taste of what was to come.
He slammed her up against the opposite wall, and got to work, ridding her of her little cream skirt, leaving her in only the bodysuit and hold-ups. They ground on each other like a couple of horny teenagers. The hard bulge of his erection jammed up hard against her pussy and she angled her hips, wanting him, needing him. Little moans escaped her lips, her breaths coming faster.
Desperate to get her hands on him, Y/n reached for the button of his trousers. She'd been waiting for this all day. She dropped to her knees and freed his cock. Jim had a perfect dick—long and thick, the head dark and smooth, the length heavily veined. She loved the scent of him, salty and musky, and she inhaled deeply.
She lifted her eyes to his and steadied the base of him with her hand, before parting her lips and sliding them over the smooth head. He tasted so good and her body reacted, her pussy clenching, sending a pulse of wetness into the material between her thighs. She sank down his shaft, bobbing back and forth, never breaking eye-contact. Sliding her mouth back up his length, she peppered the head with kisses.