Business Trips 1/1
Taecyeon/You
You missed him. You missed the warmth of his arms, his large, gleaming smile, and his outlandishly dorky antics. Most of all, though, you missed his voice. It was gravelly, a deep baritone that sent chills down your spine. His vocals sent vibrations to your very core. You succumbed to his every whim in the moments he began to whisper.
--
He was out again.
Business trips left you in want, in need of him. He'd prepare to leave for the weekend, but you had to have him. Walking out of the shower in a low hanging towel, you accosted him, taking him in your mouth just so you could hear that low groan and see his stomach muscles tighten. Many times he'd say he was in a hurry, only to take you slippery and quick in the shower. You missed the echoes it made. Other weekends, you'd let him dress up and get as far as the front door, only to make him push into you on the floor...or a nearby wall...or a chair...or all three, before he left. The things he said, the sounds he made, made the sex so much more intense. This only led to another round in the shower. A blush always hit your face when you visited the dry cleaners on the following weekdays.
--
You were anxious. The digital clock appeared to mock you as the last digit cleared to zero and the time struck 10:00 P.M. He should have been back by six. It was Sunday night now. He would be back soon. Right?
You dismiss your sudden anxiety for being horny. Monday morning just seemed so far off. You began imagining the sound of him in the quiet of the room and breathed deep at the thought. Finally starting to relax, you jump when you hear the jingle of keys.
"Babe?" That tone was back.
His voice echoed through the house as you trodded to the stairs. Your body had been dying from a thirst that only he could quench. You hopped down the steps and clung to him. He hugged you back, tenderly.
"I missed you," were the first words that he spoke into your ear. His breath and body were warm. They felt like home.
"Keep talking," you order, as your hands slide down the front of him.
There's a sudden chuckle in his voice.
"I missed the touch of your hands on me. I missed the feel of you. I missed the smell of you. But you know what I think you missed?" He's leans into your ear, heat radiating from every pore and warming your face.
"What," you say, knowing that he already knows the answer.
He begins to take off his tie as you head backwards, and he follows...up the steps, towards the bedroom. His tie is finally off and he has turned you around, making you catch your breath. He holds the tie horizontal in front of your eyes.
"My voice."
Your world is now covered in darkness. You feel him hug you from the back as he pulls you toward the bed. He makes you seat and stands in front of you, guiding your hands to his thighs.
"Undress me."
You're tentative, grazing his pants until they reach the buldge in the front. He's already breathing deeply.
"Unzip me and pull me out. Stroke me until I'm hard. Suck me off until I can't take any more. Do your job right and I'll fuck you as hard as you want...wherever you want...how ever many times you need it."
Your panties are already drenched and you're eagerly grasping at his length when he's out. The weight is familiar in your hands and he begins making low, guttural sounds the moment you touch him.
"Keep going...nnngh keep going."
Holding off is even harder for him as you brush the tip with your tongue, tasting and prodding into the slit lightly before you engulf him. You don't even mind choking a little as he begins bucking into your mouth. As long as that cock was bucking into you later, you didn't fucking care. Pulling back every few seconds, pressing your tongue under him as you go up, has him making those wonderful moans again.
He pulls you off with a wet pop and you're thrown on your back.
"Lift your body." He's taking off your underwear.
"Spread your legs." You're already trembling when he helps you push them open. He holds you wide and you shake even harder at feeling so exposed, so open. You know he's staring at you...smelling you as your scent touches the air. It turns you on even more.
He's pushing into you, teasing you as he goes in slowly. You missed feeling so spread. No matter how often you did this, you wanted him to dive into you and split you in half. And shit...oh fuck he was doing it again. Right there...faster.
"God, I missed you." You begin to push back, but his strong arms are holding your hips and he's going so...fucking...slow...
"Fuckjustgofaster....faster please," you say breathily, not hiding the amount of need you're in right now.
"You need to listen then," he says, speeding up. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, angling himself and beginning to pound into you.
"Shit, yes anything!" You're screaming at him, the depth of his voice and the size of his dick making you lose your mind.
It's quiet for a moment, but for labored breathing and the salacious slapping of skin against skin.
"Say my name."
You find yourself near coming and find it hard to speak, all coherent thought nearly gone.
"T-taec..."
"Say my fucking..." One hard hit...
"...full..." another...
"name." and another.
You're still in darkness, but a blinding, white light is behind your eyes as you're coming, his name falling from your lips.
By the end of the night, he held true to his promise and took you another three times before you couldn't move anymore.
Oh, how you missed him.
You missed him. You missed the warmth of his arms, his large, gleaming smile, and his outlandishly dorky antics. Most of all, though, you missed his voice. It was gravelly, a deep baritone that sent chills down your spine. His vocals sent vibrations to your very core. You succumbed to his every whim in the moments he began to whisper.
--
He was out again.
Business trips left you in want, in need of him. He'd prepare to leave for the weekend, but you had to have him. Walking out of the shower in a low hanging towel, you accosted him, taking him in your mouth just so you could hear that low groan and see his stomach muscles tighten. Many times he'd say he was in a hurry, only to take you slippery and quick in the shower. You missed the echoes it made. Other weekends, you'd let him dress up and get as far as the front door, only to make him push into you on the floor...or a nearby wall...or a chair...or all three, before he left. The things he said, the sounds he made, made the sex so much more intense. This only led to another round in the shower. A blush always hit your face when you visited the dry cleaners on the following weekdays.
--
You were anxious. The digital clock appeared to mock you as the last digit cleared to zero and the time struck 10:00 P.M. He should have been back by six. It was Sunday night now. He would be back soon. Right?
You dismiss your sudden anxiety for being horny. Monday morning just seemed so far off. You began imagining the sound of him in the quiet of the room and breathed deep at the thought. Finally starting to relax, you jump when you hear the jingle of keys.
"Babe?" That tone was back.
His voice echoed through the house as you trodded to the stairs. Your body had been dying from a thirst that only he could quench. You hopped down the steps and clung to him. He hugged you back, tenderly.
"I missed you," were the first words that he spoke into your ear. His breath and body were warm. They felt like home.
"Keep talking," you order, as your hands slide down the front of him.
There's a sudden chuckle in his voice.
"I missed the touch of your hands on me. I missed the feel of you. I missed the smell of you. But you know what I think you missed?" He's leans into your ear, heat radiating from every pore and warming your face.
"What," you say, knowing that he already knows the answer.
He begins to take off his tie as you head backwards, and he follows...up the steps, towards the bedroom. His tie is finally off and he has turned you around, making you catch your breath. He holds the tie horizontal in front of your eyes.
"My voice."
Your world is now covered in darkness. You feel him hug you from the back as he pulls you toward the bed. He makes you seat and stands in front of you, guiding your hands to his thighs.
"Undress me."
You're tentative, grazing his pants until they reach the buldge in the front. He's already breathing deeply.
"Unzip me and pull me out. Stroke me until I'm hard. Suck me off until I can't take any more. Do your job right and I'll fuck you as hard as you want...wherever you want...how ever many times you need it."
Your panties are already drenched and you're eagerly grasping at his length when he's out. The weight is familiar in your hands and he begins making low, guttural sounds the moment you touch him.
"Keep going...nnngh keep going."
Holding off is even harder for him as you brush the tip with your tongue, tasting and prodding into the slit lightly before you engulf him. You don't even mind choking a little as he begins bucking into your mouth. As long as that cock was bucking into you later, you didn't fucking care. Pulling back every few seconds, pressing your tongue under him as you go up, has him making those wonderful moans again.
He pulls you off with a wet pop and you're thrown on your back.
"Lift your body." He's taking off your underwear.
"Spread your legs." You're already trembling when he helps you push them open. He holds you wide and you shake even harder at feeling so exposed, so open. You know he's staring at you...smelling you as your scent touches the air. It turns you on even more.
He's pushing into you, teasing you as he goes in slowly. You missed feeling so spread. No matter how often you did this, you wanted him to dive into you and split you in half. And shit...oh fuck he was doing it again. Right there...faster.
"God, I missed you." You begin to push back, but his strong arms are holding your hips and he's going so...fucking...slow...
"Fuckjustgofaster....faster please," you say breathily, not hiding the amount of need you're in right now.
"You need to listen then," he says, speeding up. He pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, angling himself and beginning to pound into you.
"Shit, yes anything!" You're screaming at him, the depth of his voice and the size of his dick making you lose your mind.
It's quiet for a moment, but for labored breathing and the salacious slapping of skin against skin.
"Say my name."
You find yourself near coming and find it hard to speak, all coherent thought nearly gone.
"T-taec..."
"Say my fucking..." One hard hit...
"...full..." another...
"name." and another.
You're still in darkness, but a blinding, white light is behind your eyes as you're coming, his name falling from your lips.
By the end of the night, he held true to his promise and took you another three times before you couldn't move anymore.
Oh, how you missed him.