~Ye Jun~
He dragged me into that stupid top-floor lounge like I was a package he forgot to sign for, wrist bruising under his fingers, door slamming shut with this final clang that echoed in my chest. The lock clicked. We were alone up here, and the second the door sealed us in he shoved me forward hard enough my palms slapped flat against the cold window.
Chest to glass. Breath fogging it instantly. Half-naked already shirt rucked up from the hallway yank, pants shoved low on my hips from earlier groping. Him still fully dressed, tie crooked, shirt untucked, breathing like he'd run up all twenty floors instead of taking the elevator.
I felt him press in behind me, hips grinding slowly, deliberately, and cock hard through his slacks against my ass. One hand braced next to my head on the glass, the other sliding up my side under the shirt, possessive, like he was punishing me.
"Anyone could see you like this," he hissed right in my ear, voice low and vicious. "Pathetic little slut begging for it in the boss's private room."
I laughed breathless, pushed my ass back against him just to feel him twitch. "Then let them watch. Maybe they'll finally believe you want me too."
His fingers twisted in my hair, yanked my head back sharp. Pain shot down my scalp, hot and bright, made my dick jump. He forced me to look at our reflection me flushed, lips swollen from earlier kisses, eyes glassy; him behind me, jaw clenched, eyes black with something that looked a lot like hate and a little like hunger.
"Look how desperate you are," he growled. "Look how much you need it."
I grinned through the sting, teeth showing. "Look how hard you are for it, hyung."
That did it.
He snapped.
One hand stayed fisted in my hair, the other dropped to my throat not squeezing, just holding, thumb pressing my pulse like he was checking if I still had one. He shoved my pants the rest of the way down with his knee, kicked my legs wider. No prep. No lube. Just spit on his fingers, rough swipe between my cheeks, then he was pushing in slowly at first, then hard, one brutal thrust that made my palms squeak on the glass and my breath punch out in a moan I couldn't swallow.
"Fuck… "
"Quiet," he snapped, but his voice cracked on the word.
He finger fucked me against the window like he was trying to break it or break me. Every snap of his fingers shoved me forward, chest flattening against the cold, nipples scraping through my shirt and yeah, someone could look up from the street, could see the silhouette of two men, one pinned, one owning, and I didn't give a shit. Let them see. Let the whole fucking building know Si-woo finally finger cracked and took what he'd been denying forever.
"You're such a whore," he panted against my neck.
"Your whore," I shot back. "Say it."
He bit my shoulder hard, teeth sinking in. I yelped, laughed through the pain. "Say it. Say I'm yours."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
He sped up with his fingers , brutal, hand tightening on my throat just enough to make my head spin. I was leaking, dripping on the carpet, dick untouched and throbbing. Every thrust hit that spot that made my knees buckle, made me moan louder on purpose.
"Si-woo… fuck…. Stop…. JuJust use you dick goddammit!"
He groaned low, wrecked then suddenly pulled out his fingers.
I whined, actual pathetic whine, ass clenching on nothing.
He spun me around, shoved me toward the leather couch in the corner. I stumbled, pants around my ankles, almost fell. He caught my arm, yanked me down onto the cushions, climbed on top, pinned me with his full weight.
Clothes still mostly on his shirt half-unbuttoned now, tie hanging loose, pants shoved just low enough. My legs spread around his hips, shirt rucked up to my armpits, cock trapped between us.
He stared down at me for one second, eyes wild, chest heaving then dove in, bit my neck again, sucked hard enough to bruise. I arched, hands scrabbling at his back, nails digging through fabric.
"Stop.. "
"Shut. Up. And take it, you wanted it didn't you, did you think I'd jus give you my dick so easily."
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass, pulling him closer.
He groaned into my neck, forehead dropping to my shoulder. The thrusts slowed even more deep, grinding, hips rolling in these lazy circles that made my eyes roll back.
I felt the shift. I felt him tremble. Felt the way his hands slid under my shirt, palms flat on my ribs, holding like he was afraid I'd disappear.
"You're shaking," I whispered.
"Do you just talk a lot every time."
"You want this ."
"I don't ." But his voice cracked. Wet against my skin.
I laughed. "You're such a coward."
He froze. Buried deep. Breath hitching.
"You gonna keep pretending?" I asked, fingers in his hair now, tugging gently. "Gonna keep finger fucking me like this angry, rough, then slow like you don't care an don't want to put your dick in me and then walk away tomorrow like nothing happened?"
He didn't answer. Just rocked into me slowly, forehead pressed to my shoulder, body trembling.
"Si-woo."
No response.
I tightened around him on purpose. He groaned, hips stuttering.
"Look at me."
He lifted his head slowly. Eyes red-rimmed. Jaw clenched so hard I thought it'd crack.
"You want to put your dick in me, ask me ," I said again.
"Fuck you."
"Yeah. Fuck me. Actually fuck me. Not this half-assed angry bullshit. If you dare."
His eyes flashed anger, hurt, something raw.
"You think I don't dare?" Voice low, dangerous.
"I think you're terrified." I grinned, even though my own eyes were stinging now. "Terrified that if you actually let go if you actually have me, slow, face-to-face, no excuses you won't be able to pretend you hate me anymore."
He stared at me. Long. Hard.
Then he turned me around so aggressively and I knew shit was about to go down .