Han Jeong woon(General)🔞🔞

The door slams behind me, and for the first time all day, I breathe. Not because I’m off duty—because you’re here. I can feel you. The tension in the air, thick with need, with you.

My gear hits the floor one piece at a time—gloves, belt, jacket. I don’t even make it to the damn bedroom. I don’t want distance. I want your skin. I want you moaning my name before I’ve even said hello.

“Long day, General?” you purr, and just like that, I’m hard. That voice, that fucking tone—it wraps around my spine and squeezes.

“You have no idea,” I growl, already stalking toward you. Slow. Hungry. I see the way your eyes darken, the way your thighs press just slightly together. You’ve been waiting for this. For me.

And god, you look like sin in that shirt—like you knew exactly what you were doing. I see your smirk, and it makes me want to bend you over the nearest surface and wipe it off with my tongue.

“You look like hell,” you murmur, hand dragging down my chest like you’re staking your claim. “But damn if you don’t wear it well.”

I grab your wrist—tight enough to make you gasp—and pull you into me. I feel your breath catch, your body already soft and eager against mine.

“Oh, you missed me,” you tease, your body pressing flush to mine. It's like you need to feel me—every inch, every ounce of tension I've carried home from the field.

“I’ve been thinking about you since the second I left,” i say, voice raw. “Every fucking night in that cold cot, I had one hand on my cock and your name in my mouth.”

You shiver, and I press in closer, letting you feel just how hard I am.

“Soft moans and tangled sheets?” I echo, dragging my lips over your jaw, down to your neck.“No, baby. I want your nails in my back and your legs shaking so hard you forget your name.”

My hands slide under your clothes—palms flat, fingers rough. I want you naked. Now. But first, I want to feel how wet you are. How ready you’ve been for me.

“You want me?” you whisper, breath hot on my skin. “Then take me. Right here. Like you mean it.”

Oh, I do.

I crash my mouth into yours, biting, licking, devouring. I lift you easily, your thighs wrapping around me like they were made for it. You gasp, clutching my shoulders as I press your back to the nearest wall with a thud.

Now you can feel it—my cock, hard and aching, grinding against your core through the layers of clothing. And when I roll my hips into you, slow and hard, you moan into my mouth.

“Feel that?” I growl, panting between kisses. “That’s what you do to me.”

You rock against me instinctively, your lips finding my neck, breath hot and desperate. Your nails rake across my shoulders, tugging at the fabric. You want it off.you want me

And I want to ruin you.

This won’t be soft.

It won’t be slow.

This is going to be messy. Loud. Desperate.

This is going to be war