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nsfw / bp!jm / infidelity / age diffthe call comes at a quarter to three, as jk is thumbing through a public relations rundown from his vice chairman, and it's preceded by a single photo. seoul soars past the tinted window of his car in streaks of overcast color.
additional content warnings: sexting + extensive dirty talk / exhibitionism + exhibition kink / tits / semi-public sex / mentions of spanking
something is brimming. he fingers the edge of his coat, gently probing the impatience he can feel lurking like a loose tooth.
it's not a feeling jk is used to — at least not in these contexts. he saves all of his excitement for work, not the chauffeured ride home. rides home
it's not a feeling jk is used to — at least not in these contexts. he saves all of his excitement for work, not the chauffeured ride home. rides home
are for unwinding, loosening the knot of his tie, scrubbing the product from his scalp and resting his sleepy eyes. they are not for impatience, or the telltale tightening at his groin that he's fast becoming used to. he runs a finger over the panel of fabric protecting his
zipper, testing the twitch of his curious cock. unfortunate in some ways, and enthralling in others.
his phone pings. jk pauses, caught in the act of assessing his own arousal, and flicks his email app closed, attention diverted. he's easily lured these days. he can no longer
his phone pings. jk pauses, caught in the act of assessing his own arousal, and flicks his email app closed, attention diverted. he's easily lured these days. he can no longer
muster up the appropriate embarrassment about it.
the photo he's received, softened by the blur of movement, a hastily readjusted limb perhaps, has been snapped over jm’s shoulder, catches the generous curve of his ass, half-covered by a too-long sweatshirt. his calves are bare
the photo he's received, softened by the blur of movement, a hastily readjusted limb perhaps, has been snapped over jm’s shoulder, catches the generous curve of his ass, half-covered by a too-long sweatshirt. his calves are bare
and crossed in the air. his ankles look paper-thin. jk traces over those calves twice with his eyes before he types out his response.
that's what this has come to. jk can see the hint of lace underwear beneath the cotton sweatshirt, but it's jm’s calves that keep drawing his
that's what this has come to. jk can see the hint of lace underwear beneath the cotton sweatshirt, but it's jm’s calves that keep drawing his
eye, the tender arches of his feet.
[JK]: resorting to thirst traps now, are we?
it's a second before there's a reply.
it's not called "resorting," jm writes, if i've already successfully enticed my target, hyung.
jk touches the tendons of his left hand to his mouth, hiding
[JK]: resorting to thirst traps now, are we?
it's a second before there's a reply.
it's not called "resorting," jm writes, if i've already successfully enticed my target, hyung.
jk touches the tendons of his left hand to his mouth, hiding
a smile of amusement there. it only took two months to get jm to switch out "ssi" for "hyung," and he's still shy about it in person, like hyung is too casual an honorific for what jk represents.
he leans forward to rap his knuckles against the partition separating him from the
he leans forward to rap his knuckles against the partition separating him from the
front of the car, says, "scenic route, please," to delay the ride a little longer and receives a nod of acknowledgement from his driver donghee. jk sits back to settle in.
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jk shifts, stiff-backed, shoots a glance at donghee. his slacks are growing uncomfortably tight over his cock. he exhales quietly and drags a hand over its rough jut, clenching his jaw to contain the wild urge to thrust, to take himself in hand, bare and dry, and beat off.
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jk grits his teeth against a groan, yanks his slacks open over the ornery slant of his cock. he doesn't spare a second thought for donghee. he's done much worse with jm, in the flesh, where evidence had to be wiped up with a hand towel after the fact. he has his driver's
discretion. it's a bit of a cliché, but he trusts donghee not to double-cross him over something as trivial as an affair. embezzling, maybe. eating an eighteen-year-old out in his backseat once upon a time? no, never. that's perfectly legal.
when he gets his cock out, bare and
when he gets his cock out, bare and
swollen red against the dark wool of his slacks, it's pulsing in his hand, balls tight. he sighs at that first experimental touch, narrows the circle of his first to the point of pain, and gives a harsh dry stroke to the thought of jm’s thighs splayed open against white sheets.
jm, too impatient to tug his underwear past his knees. jm, flowering open like a hot pink hibiscus.
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jk opens up his camera app, sits back and spreads his legs eagerly. the lighting isn't ideal, but it'll have to do, he thinks, as he frames the long, veiny jut of his cock, dark and hairy against the pale of his hand. he lets the camera focus in on the main attraction, but by
then he’s changed his mind. he swipes over to the video option and hits the red "record" button without preamble, slicking himself with his own precum, a slow upward drag of his palm that rings out in the quiet solitude of the backseat. it sounds obscene. then he lets go,
watches his cock slap up against his starched button-down, heavy with blood.
his breathing is almost silent as he fondles his balls, a brief detour, before skating his palm back up to the fat base of his shaft. he aims his slit, dripping wet, at the camera. gives his cockhead
his breathing is almost silent as he fondles his balls, a brief detour, before skating his palm back up to the fat base of his shaft. he aims his slit, dripping wet, at the camera. gives his cockhead
a little shake, dislodging a pearl of precum that he catches with the pad of his thumb, breathes, "jm-ah," low and dark, and cuts the camera right as a call from his wife comes in.
when he answers, it's absent-minded. he has a job to do: get that video to jm. he minimizes the
when he answers, it's absent-minded. he has a job to do: get that video to jm. he minimizes the
call as it connects and opens his message thread with jm, sending over his little short film.
"jeon jk," his wife says, cheerful, her voice distant and tinny.
jk fumbles for his phone app as awareness suddenly washes over him, hits speaker. "yes, hello," he says, belatedly
"jeon jk," his wife says, cheerful, her voice distant and tinny.
jk fumbles for his phone app as awareness suddenly washes over him, hits speaker. "yes, hello," he says, belatedly
realizing he still has his hand around his cock. he's dripping down his knuckles.
"are you close ... ?"
jk yanks his hand off his cock as though he's been burned, says, "what?" a little more forcefully than is strictly necessary.
"i said, are you close to home? i'm about five
"are you close ... ?"
jk yanks his hand off his cock as though he's been burned, says, "what?" a little more forcefully than is strictly necessary.
"i said, are you close to home? i'm about five
minutes away. what's wrong with your voice? you sound winded."
"oh. right. yeah. yes, i should be there in a few. otherwise, i'm fine. rush day. a lot going on in the office this month."
"ah, okay. well, you can tell me all about it over dinner. i just wanted to call to let you
"oh. right. yeah. yes, i should be there in a few. otherwise, i'm fine. rush day. a lot going on in the office this month."
"ah, okay. well, you can tell me all about it over dinner. i just wanted to call to let you
know i took a half-day, so i can spend some time with you and th-ah for the evening. certain special dates are quickly approaching."
jk pauses to parse the hopeful lilt in her voice. with a pang of dread, he realizes their five year anniversary is a week away. "certain special
jk pauses to parse the hopeful lilt in her voice. with a pang of dread, he realizes their five year anniversary is a week away. "certain special
dates that i'm completely aware of," he says with as much conviction as he can scrape up.
she laughs lightly. "of course, as i would hope. i'm down the street, so i'm going to hop in the shower in just a minute and then maybe we can order in? i'll ask th if he has anywhere he's
she laughs lightly. "of course, as i would hope. i'm down the street, so i'm going to hop in the shower in just a minute and then maybe we can order in? i'll ask th if he has anywhere he's
been wanting to try."
"sounds perfect," jk says, smiling tightly, and takes that as his cue. "see you soon."
"okay, i love you."
"you too."
he ends the call, and sets his face in his hands, letting himself sit with his apprehension. strange, but he is still alarmingly
"sounds perfect," jk says, smiling tightly, and takes that as his cue. "see you soon."
"okay, i love you."
"you too."
he ends the call, and sets his face in his hands, letting himself sit with his apprehension. strange, but he is still alarmingly
guilt-free about this all. every bit of anxiety pooling in his belly seems to be connected to the prospect — horror? — of celebrating a marriage he has 0 investment in. and he'll need to think of a gift. shit.
the sound of his phone trilling drags him forcibly from his thoughts.
the sound of his phone trilling drags him forcibly from his thoughts.
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no actual fucking occurred during the making of this thread
(i will update with actual fucking tomorrow. until then pls enjoy the dirty talk! and jk’s absolute refusal to feel guilt over orchestrating his marriage’s failure)
(i will update with actual fucking tomorrow. until then pls enjoy the dirty talk! and jk’s absolute refusal to feel guilt over orchestrating his marriage’s failure)
