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One would think, for all the routine and mundanity of working for C&R International, Jaehee would be better at remembering to bring a lunch.
Most days when this happened, she would power through her growling stomach with an extra cup of coffee, or splurge on an overpriced and unsatisfying takeout meal from the cafe downstairs. She had been absently considering her options from a lackluster menu pulled up on her phone when a knock from the doorway to her office stole her attention.
“Jaehee? Did you forget something at home?” You stand leaning against the doorframe, tote bag over one shoulder and a cutesy bento box in your hands. You smile with mirth as Jaehee exasperatedly rolls her eyes and stands to greet you. The door softly closes behind you as you come to her easily, placing your things on her desk and taking both of her hands in yours.
“Thank you, MC, I was minutes away from an underwhelming salad and side.”
“You know that I’m always happy to save the day.”
“You would think that all of us would have that ingrained into ourselves by now. Speaking of -- did Mr. Han let you up into the back offices?”
“I’ve developed quite a rapport with Driver Kim, he pulled some strings for me.”
“Of course he did.” Jaehee knew that if there was one thing you did best, it was building a rapport. You had a disarming smile and your easy banter broke down walls effortlessly, and Jaehee knew that even she herself was nowhere near immune. Just standing with you in front of her she could feel herself relax.
You placed a sweet kiss against her knuckles before gently guiding her back to sit in her chair. You move around her and firmly squeeze her shoulders, rubbing small circles into the tender spots on either side of her neck with your thumbs. “Your day going okay so far?”
“Even better now. But Mr. Han hasn’t mentioned a new cat-themed project at all this morning, so I must take joy in the little things.”
“Wow, all morning? Is that a new record?”
“It must at least be close.”
“I’ll have to give him my congratulations.”
Jaehee chuckles at your teasing and sighs, leaning back against your hands and melting a bit as you work at a particularly tense knot in her shoulder. “I’m glad to see you, MC.”
“When aren’t you?” You remark, and Jaehee can’t think of a single time she hadn’t been.
Even at the beginning, speaking to you in the chatroom and on the phone quickly had become a highlight of each day, and she would find herself anticipating her ringtone, grabbing for her phone like a lifeline each time she heard it. When she had finally met you at the RFA party, it was as if a door had opened up in front of her, or maybe more like a dam had burst and come flooding towards her. After that, phone calls and messages hadn’t been enough. Jaehee felt greedy for you.
Thank God you had taken her up on her offer to live together. Jaehee lived for the moments the two of you shared on your couch in quiet companionship, or cooking around each other in the kitchen, you squeezing past her between the fridge and the stove with a hand on her lower back, or her sitting up on the counters watching you over the hot stove, or you turning to catch her watching, her face warming when you showed off just for her.
“Jaehee? What are you thinking about?”
Jaehee slowly blinked away the memory of the two of you on the kitchen counter. “Just that I love you.”
“I love you, too! Look at us, so domestic,” you lean down to kiss the top of her head, and then let your hands slide down her neck and around to her collarbones as you round her chair to face her. It’s easy for Jaehee to get lost in your kiss when she stands to meet you, your hands cradling either side of her face.
Her kiss is familiar and warm - you’ve noticed everything about her feels that way, lately. You can taste that she had her coffee black today, and as one of your hands grazes past her ear to scratch the back of her hairline, you can smell her gentle, clean shampoo. She sighs contentedly through her nose as you kiss her, and one of her hands comes up to keep you close as she pulls back just enough to speak.
“I already clocked out for my break, if you have time to spare?”
“I was so hoping you’d offer,” you say with a grin, and plant another peck on her lips, then move to cover her cheeks and nose with kisses as well. She laughs, and then sighs again and brings a hand up to tangle in your hair as your kisses slow and move to her neck.
“MC, please, I still do need to eat the lunch you so kindly brought to me. I thought we could enjoy it together, since you went to all the trouble.”
“How long is your lunch, again? An hour? That’s plenty of time to eat. It seems like everyone else out there is on break, too... We have the office to ourselves,” you tease, and she shakes her head disbelievingly as you cackle.
“You really are insatiable, aren’t you?”
“Only when it comes to you!”
Jaehee initiates the kiss this time, smiling against your mouth until you both can’t resist laughing again, and she lets you back her up against the side of her desk, crowding into her space and running your hands up and down her sides. Jaehee whines softly as you nip her lower lip and run your tongue over it, and she reaches up to rest her arms on your shoulders, twining your hair around her fingers.
It’s second nature to get lost in the rhythm of give-and-take in kissing her. She stretches to sit on the edge of the desk as you shift your body in between her legs, sliding your hands back down her waist and past her hips to rest on either thigh.
You can feel her warm breath mixing with yours as the two of you watch your hands push gently on her skirt to allow her to shift her legs wider. Your fingers toy with the hem and hers clench in the hair on the back of your head.
Jaehee mutters your name and presses her forehead against yours. “I cannot believe the things you do to me. Completely ridiculous.”
“You love it,” you argue sweetly, slowly sliding your hands under her skirt, and Jaehee can barely even start a laugh before the feeling of your warm fingers reaching higher on her thighs cuts her off.
“Of course I do.” Of course she does. You are so, so, easy to love.
You grin again and hook your fingers into the waistband of her tights under her skirt, and she uses your shoulder for balance as she lifts her hips to allow you to slowly drag them down along with her underwear. Jaehee feels hot with the thrill of being in this position in her own office, knowing she won’t be able to sit at her desk without the ghost of this moment haunting her.
“Good girl,” you whisper as you move away from her lips and down her neck once more, and she shudders at your words and at the cold wood of her desk against her bare skin. One of her hands has stayed in your hair, tangled in the strands at the back of your neck.
Jaehee feels like she’s on fire. “Please, MC.”
You respond by deftly plucking at the buttons at her collar, and then following your fingers with your mouth as you move down the row. You find your way to a tender spot below her collarbone and sink your teeth in, and Jaehee gasps with mixed pleasure and frustration at being unable to decide which part of her burning skin she wants your mouth on most.
Your hands seem to remember where they are, and squeeze her thighs tight, pushing them further apart, fully rolling her skirt up around her waist.
Nope, she’s decided. “MC, lower .”
With a final wet kiss to the bruise you’ve worked into Jaehee’s collarbone, you drop to your knees in front of her and look up at her through your lashes. Her other hand braces against the desk behind her, and you can hear papers shuffling as she struggles for balance through her shaky breaths. The view from your knees is obscene and irresistible, her tights caught around her knees, her body spread on display for you.
You pull Jaehee’s heels off her feet and roll her tights the rest of the way off, and work your lips up the soft skin of her legs one slow kiss at a time. Her whimpers and tugs at your hair have you pressing your own thighs against each other, absentmindedly searching for friction, but it’s easy to distract yourself with the task at hand.
“Baby, you’re so wet for me,” you speak quietly, letting your breath puff out and coast along her skin, “let me take care of you.”
Your lips continue to drag up her calf and past her knee as you whisper to her, “Let me take care of you like I always do,” and your fingers find the dip between her inner thigh and her torso, waiting for her response.
Jaehee nods in affirmation and her legs are shaking with restraint. You can tell she’s focusing hard on being quiet and not canting her hips too far forward, struggling to relax and let you set the pace. You burn with pride as you realize how obedient she is like this, giving herself up to your mercy, trusting her body and her pleasure to you without hesitation.
As you finally get your mouth between her legs, Jaehee’s hand flies to the top of your head, bracing in your hair. Each flick of your tongue rewards you with a twitch in her fingers, and you make a game of finding which spots get the biggest reactions from her today. You snake one hand up her side to rest on her hip, gripping just firm enough to ground her, and then let the other join your mouth and pull open her folds, exposing her clit and soaking pussy to the cold office air. Jaehee moans loudly and then the hand in your hair slaps over her own mouth instead.
You look up again from your place in between her thighs, keeping your mouth and hands in place, leaving her exposed as you slick some of her wetness off of your own lips. The tips of Jaehee’s ears are red-hot, and the way she looks down at you with half-lidded eyes reminds you of your own arousal. You can feel that a wetness has started to grow in your own underwear, and shift to a position on your heels that puts just a little more pressure between your legs to hold yourself over. You feel heat bolt up through you just from that, and are unable to stop from sighing and biting your own lip.
Jaehee groans against her fingers watching you squirm beneath her, unable to decide between bringing her hand back to your hair or continuing to brace herself up against her desk so she can continue to watch your face. She feels a bead of sweat pool down her neck and under her collar, rolling in-between her breasts, and then feels hyper-aware of every sensation at once: your fingers between her folds, her own wet lips against the back of her hand, your breath hot against her clit, the cold of the desk beneath her.
You can’t stop watching her face even as you suction your lips to her, sucking hard on her clit. Her thighs tighten around you in an instant, and you feel her ankles cross behind your neck. Jaehee whimpers and pants against her own hand as she stares back, trying not to break eye contact even as her eyes water with pleasure.
“C’mon,” you mutter nonsensically to her, and then put your mouth back to work, tongue flicking back and forth on her clit the way you know gets her weak.
“MC, oh my God,” her groan is still muffled by her own hand as she begins to curl forward.
You take the time to respond, “I know you’re close, Jaehee,” between your licking, the sounds of your wet tongue and her wet pussy loud in your ears. Your heart beats wildly as Jaehee is no longer able to keep her dilated eyes from squeezing shut, and you can tell she’s one nudge away from the edge.
“Jaehee.”
A kiss to her clit.
“Baby.”
A quick press of the flat of your tongue against her hole.
“Sweetheart.”
The tip of your tongue tracing between the two.
“I want you to come for me, okay?”
Jaehee is begging, “Please, please, please,” when you finally suck on her again, breathing her in like oxygen, and as something in her snaps, she collapses around you and grips your head. Her hand squeezes in your hair as you work her through the pulses of her orgasm, and she sobs at the heat of your mouth around her. You lick every drop from her, savoring the flavor, the feeling of her shaking thighs around your head, her sweet moans. You run your hands up and down her legs to soothe her through the aftershocks, kissing her sensitive, swollen pussy gently as she clutches you.
Jaehee feels overstimulated and sedated at the same time, when she comes back to herself enough to put a name to it. Your face against her thighs feels like almost too much, her brain still fuzzy as she pulls you back and says your name. She’s unable to form any other words, feeling every beat of her heart throughout her entire body, but you understand, because you always do, and lean up to softly kiss her.
You know Jaehee feels tender after cumming, know just how to touch her to not overwhelm her, but to make her feel safe, make her feel held. You shuffle up to a kneeling position and brush her hair from her face with the lightest touch you can manage with your still-shaking hands. You’re dizzy with the pride you feel every time you can bring Jaehee pleasure, but also dizzy with the heat of your own arousal still strong in your stomach.
Doing your best to ignore the wetness rubbing between your legs as you stand, you glance at Jaehee’s desk and manage to find a handkerchief to dab at the tears sitting in the corners of her eyes, and place a soft kiss on each lid as they flutter underneath your touch.
“You did so good, Jaehee,” you whisper against her hair, and she hums, slowly coming back to herself. She stretches out her legs and sighs at the pops in her joints, and you huff a laugh, placing your lips on her forehead before leaning back to look at her.
“You good?”
She smiles at you softly, her eyes open but still dreamy. “I’m wonderful,” and you can’t help but smile back. Your sweet Jaehee. You watch as her eyes begin to clear, her gaze first roaming your face peacefully before wandering to her surroundings, and she seems to remember where the two of you are, flushing slightly. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
You giggle. Now Jaehee’s back. “You’re on break! There’s no rule against you having sex while on your break! Wait, is there a rule about that?”
“I can honestly tell you that I do not want to have the conversation with Mr. Han that would be required to answer that question. I imagine sex in the workplace is frowned upon, at the very least,” she deadpans.
“Ew, don’t talk about Jumin right after I ate you out!” You laugh, and shove against her, and she laughs too, standing up from the desk and beginning to flatten down her skirt from around her hips.
“Let me help.” You begin work on her collar as she smooths her skirt, straightening out the front and tenderly buttoning it back up, unable to resist placing one last playful kiss on the bruise that you worked into her skin before the white of her shirt covers it. Jaehee huffs at your antics but smiles fondly.
“Thank you,” she says.
“You have nothing to thank me for,” you respond, and Jaehee thinks that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told, but she can’t make herself be mad.
“Thank you,” she repeats firmly, and kisses your cheek softly, and she thinks you understand, because you don’t argue this time.
“You’re welcome,” you say, “and you can make it up to me by making me dinner, since I brought you lunch.”
Jaehee rolls her eyes and pinches your side, “Oh, I’ll make it up to you alright,” and you yelp and jump away from her, ticklish, but she keeps her hand on your waist. “I’ll see you tonight. I’m not staying late,” she says meaningfully, and you smile with anticipation, your insides twisting pleasantly.
“Okay. I’ll see you tonight.”