3 Chapter Three

He texts you the next day, just before dance rehearsal. 

    [Worldwide Handsome] - I'm not going to be at the studio today. But your place tonight?

    Smiling you type out an answer.

    [Me] - Got some steam to let off?

    His answer comes in almost immediately.

    [Worldwide Handsome] - It's a stressful week.

    That night you hear a light tap at your door just before you get a text.

    [Worldwide Handsome] - Let me in! It's cold.

    Laughing you throw open the lock and open the door to a blast of chilly wind. 

    As soon as the door is shut behind him Jin has you pressed against it. His tongue invading your mouth and a hand dipping below your waistband to pass along your slit over your panties. His mouth slips to your neck as he latches on to the sweet spot just below your jawbone, causing you to whimper and press your hips into him. You can feel how solid he is against the front of his jeans. Jin's other hand roams down your shoulder to massage your breast, plucking at your nipple through your loose tee. Another moan rips from your throat as his fingers flick against your clit. "Fuck me." You moan at him, but he just chuckles continuing to tease you, peppering marks across your clavicle. "God, please Jin." You moan again as his finger slides across the front of your panties. He moans feeling how you've soaked through them. "Put your fingers in me." You whine, "Anything. Please." 

Slowly he pulls away from you, a sly smirk across his lips, "So needy today." He ghosts his lips across yours, his tongue swiping lightly against your bottom lip.

"I thought you needed to relieve some stress?" You whine again, panting for air.

"Mmm." He smiles wider, "I do." He slides to his knees before you, pulling your pants down with him until your sex is bare before him. "Take your top off." The tone of his voice says it's not a request but a command and you quickly comply pulling your tee free from your body as he helps you step out of your bottoms. His hands travel back up your thighs, lighting sparking between his fingers and your skin, while his eyes hold yours transfixed. As his hands meet the junction of your legs he looks down, focusing wholly on your pussy. 

His forefingers reach out and carefully spread your lips apart so that he can view you better. Slowly, he traces a finger around you, just outside of your lips, making you whine at the ache that follows his fingers. "I wish you could see how pretty you are." He murmurs as his finger slides along your soaked slit. "How are you always so wet when I've barely touched you?" His husky voice comes out dripping with awe.

A soft mewl comes from you in answer to his question, causing him to chuckle deeply. You thread your fingers through his hair, softly tugging as the nape of his neck. "Mmm. Jin." You moan his name, "More!"

His finger ventures lower and you feel it circle your opening. Your hand shoots to his wrist, silently begging for more as you press his hand against your mound. He slowly slides a finger into you, causing you to let out a breathy sigh as you clench around him. Your moan echoes of the walls of your entryway as he slides his finger out and then thrusts it back inside you, the motion hard as you start rocking your hips against his hand and he fucks you with his fingers. As his palm brushes your clit with each forward motion of your hips, your stomach tightens. He slowly withdraws his finger, chuckling as you whine from the loss, just as you felt your orgasm about to hit. "Don't worry baby. I just want to watch you cum all over my tongue."

"Why do you always stop, just as I'm about to cum?" You whine as he slowly drags his hands down your thighs and then back up again.

His fingers grip your thighs tightly as he pulls one of your legs up and over his shoulder. "You have such a pretty pussy, baby. Always to wet and ready for me." He places wet and sloppy kisses against your thighs, letting his tongue peek out occasionally. As you begin to moan wantonly again, he smirks, prolonging the torture, and only placing quick kisses against your slit, causing you to keen more loudly.

"Jin!" You practically scream at him, clenching your fists into his hair.

"What do you need, baby?" He whispers, his lips still pressed against your thigh. "You have to tell me."

You gasp, "Your tongue." You pant, trying to catch your breath, "I need you to fuck me with your tongue. Please." Your voice whines as you beg.

He chuckles again, before parting your folds with the tip of his tongue and then flattening it against your heat. He trails it slowly across you, tasting every centimeter before he flicks the tip against your aching clit. You jolt at the feeling, your body tense and worked up enough that every little touch has the coil in your core tightening all over again. Jin smiles wickedly as he takes his time, tasting you with slow, languid licks and gentle flicks against your bundle of nerves. Slowly he drives you mad, eyes meeting yours every few seconds to ensure he's getting the reaction he wants.

As he sees your eyes begin to roll back into your head he slips two fingers inside, automatically you arch off the wall, pressing yourself further into him. He curls his fingers, instantly finding the rough patch inside you and brushing against it as he sucks your clit into his mouth. Your legs begin to shake with the overwhelming feeling, the warmth beginning in your center and spreading to every inch of your body.

You being to chant his name like a prayer, as your fingers dig into his scalp and your walls convulse around his fingers.

Jin makes no move to stop, instead softening his ministrations, focusing on working you through your high. You feel empty when his fingers leave you and he stands, towering over you. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he winks before sucking them clean.

"Do you want to move this to the bedroom, or finish against the wall?" You ask, palming the front of his jeans.

"Couch." His answer comes in a gruff grunt as you squeeze just a little. He pulls you by the hand to your small couch, "Right now I want you bouncing on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart while I'm buried deep inside you." Lightning fast he strips himself and then falls back into the seat. His hands grip your hips as he pulls you into his lap. Your head falls onto his shoulder as you feel him rub the head of his member against your slit. You latch onto the side of his neck, hands gripping the couch behind him as he thrust into you. His hand snakes into your hair, pulling you off his chest as he slams into you. "You were made for my cock. Weren't you baby?" He says through gritted teeth.

All you can manage is a weak moan in reply. You work your hips against his, bouncing desperately. Your eyes squeeze shut as his hands grip one of your breasts, pulling gently on your hardened bud. The only sound in the room is the sounds of skin meeting skin, intermingled with your whimpers and Jin's low grunts.

His thrusts become harder and you're all but screaming above him, your head falling back. He takes advantage of your position, leaning forward to run his tongue over your other nipple before grazing his teeth against it, causing your walls to clench even harder around him. "Cum for me, baby." His order comes out between breaths, "Soak my cock, baby."

Your body convulses as you release on him, his name coming from your lips as a breathy chant as he works you through your second orgasm. Your body on fire, every nerve ending alive before you finally come back down.

Jin's movement becomes rushed and sloppy, his own orgasm nearing as your walls pulsate around him. He pulls out, shooting hot streams of his semen between your breast. You giggle when you feel a string of it hit the underside of your chin.

"Ah. Just what I needed." Jin breathed.

    "I try." You say, smiling as you slip from his lap, finding your clothes and putting your pink lace panties back on.

    "Same time tomorrow?" He asks while pulling his own clothes back on.

    You smile again, "Sure."