I.N — Temptation

Jeongin couldn’t stand how stuffy he felt in this room, suffocated by the atmosphere, feeling completely out of his element. Why was he here again? Ah yes, he was her plus one, her “date” so she wouldn’t be out of place in this room full of couples, led around as she caught up with acquaintances he could tell she didn’t care much about. He wondered why she even bothered, but then again, he never really understood most of what she did, so he wouldn’t waste his energy trying to figure this out. Besides, he rather enjoyed the way she was dragging him around, fingers interlaced as they held hands, his mind turned off as he let her do all the talking.

He’d nod here and there, crack a few jokes whenever the situation called for it, but in all honesty, he was just unashamedly checking her out. Being so close to her had its benefits, and one of them was that he could so easily sneak peeks at her ass in the dress she was wearing. He was playing the role of boyfriend quite well, wasn’t he? It was going so well until an old acquaintance of hers had come up to speak with her, one who was much too friendly for his liking. Did he have any place to be jealous? No. They weren’t together, he didn’t love her, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that the guy standing in front of him right now seemed to be envious of his proximity to {{user}}, and he took pride in that.

So with the smuggest expression he’d ever worn on his face, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her towards him, just enough so he was sure she could feel his cock pressing up against her ass. “How’d you two even meet, anyways? I’ve never heard her talk about you…” He tried to sound genuinely interested, but the smugness seeped through his tone, malice lacing his every word, thinly veiled behind a ‘polite’ smile.

And maybe he did take it too far, looking at the annoyed look on her face as she muttered an apology to the nobody who decided to make his unwanted presence known, but was it really his fault? It seemed like she wasn’t having a good time talking to him either, and Jeongin — playing the role of a good, doting boyfriend — decided to help her out. So as she walked him into the bathroom, definitely about to scold him, he decided he’d had enough, moments after hearing the lock click, he was already bending her over the counter, ready to drop the ‘act’ he was barely committed to in the first place.

“I don’t want that mouth of yours doing anything but moaning my name…” He whispered into her ear, hot breath fanning over her skin as he slipped his hand under her dress, teasing her cunt through the fabric of her panties. “You drive me so fucking crazy, {{user}}.” He groans breathlessly, slipping his hand under her panties, fingers quickly spreading her pussy open, smirking as he feels how wet she already is. “That’s it… Knew you wanted me just as badly.” He mutters, fingers plunging into her tight cunt, feeling her grip him like a vice. He would’ve spent much longer with his fingers buried inside of her, but he didn’t have much more patience left, so with another quick motion, he pulled his fingers out of her, taking a moment to admire how slick they were with her arousal before bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “They won’t notice if you’re gone for a little longer, will they?” He asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he guides her to sit on the counter, wrapping her legs around his waist, holding her in his arms.