A secret tryst between two opposing forces.
The last thing you’d expected when entering your office in the middle of your year-end party was Kim Jungeun.
“Hey, partner.”
The soft, deep voice startles you at first, but you’d know that greeting anywhere. You can’t resist your smile when you turn around to greet her. She’s hidden behind your door as usual, just as always when she sneaks into one of your many bases in operation.
“Partner.”
You wonder about stepping up security to your office—no one’s supposed to be here right now—but you know all too well about Jungeun’s skill in evading detection. It’s not going to matter any more, anyway.
“I’ve missed you.”
When your arms wrap against Jungeun’s lithe frame, you take in a deep breath of her scent, the fresh floral perfume that she always wears. You recall it as one of her own creations—learnt in her spare time as an undercover perfumer back in France, and she’s used it ever since. She has on a long red dress this time—it hugs her figure so nicely, definitely tailor made.
“Still the same perfume, Agent?”
“Always, partner.”
When she releases you from the hug, you smile at each other meaningfully, until she breaks the moment.
“I see you still have your love for shit-coloured suits.”
“Hey, fuck you, Jungeun. These are nice!” You scoff and roll your eyes in faux ire, just to humor her. It’s an attempt to fake some sense of normalcy before you start talking shop, but the authenticity of the moment, ironically, can never be fake.
“Sure, sure, whatever you say.” Jungeun’s soft grin matches the one on your face, and she pulls you in by the lapel, just to admire your attire. “You look well put together, that’s all that matters.”
You trail behind her as she takes a stroll around your office. You’re in a mansion deep in the country, far away from the bright lights of the city, and this is the first time Jungeun’s set foot into this new location.
“Oh, the record player from Spain’s still here. And so are these books.” Jungeun grins. “The one I bought you back in LA is still here.”
“Yep, they are. I’d never throw away anything you give me.”
Jungeun is careful not to touch anything. She can’t leave any trace of her presence.
The dim light of the moon shining through the oriel windows lands across Jungeun’s skin. You stay out of the light, content on watching her explore your office.
“Ah, you and your scented candles. Different from your last office back in Milan.”
“Of course they’re different. I didn’t even get to grab that one before you came.” You chuckle, then pretend to shake your fist in anger. “I liked that one.”
“I’ll buy it for you next time we meet, okay?” Jungeun steps over to pull you into the light, and she rests herself against your desk. “For now… just kiss me.”
You don’t stop her when she draws closer, and neither does she stop you. Your lips land softly against hers, and both of you melt into a deep kiss. When you break for air, Jungeun chases your lips again, and both of you share soft pecks against each other’s lips, just content to finally have some private time with each other.
In another life, this could’ve been normal. In another life, this could’ve been a daily happening. However, not this life. Never in this life.
The truth is this: you’re number one on Interpol’s Most Wanted, and Jungeun’s the agent assigned on your case permanently. You’re too far deep to leave the underworld, and she’s too high up to ever quit pursuing justice. The both of you together shouldn’t have worked out, and yet here you are, deeply in love with each other, stealing moments like these in between Interpol sting operations and shady underworld dealings.
“What’s the situation, Jungeun?”
“Interpol’s coming. They’re here to get everyone in one fell swoop tonight.”
None of this surprises you any more. You’ve expected it—a mole in your operation must’ve leaked plans out, but you’re not surprised. After all, it’s not as if you don’t have one in Interpol in Jungeun, and here you are, with her clung to you as your lover, in this dim office. It’s a problem, but not for right now.
“How much longer before it happens?” You sigh, and give Jungeun a kiss on her forehead as appreciation for the news. Your turncoat agent hugs you tightly, just to enjoy your warmth around her.
“An hour. You have to leave before then.”
“What about you?” You can’t help but wonder about Jungeun—you don’t get to know about her days often. You wish you could, but…
“Back to chasing you across the globe, I guess, waiting until we meet again.” Jungeun gives you a soft peck on your lips. “I’ll be fine. I always am.”
“In that case, let’s not waste this time, mm? We’re both here right now.”
Jungeun picks up on your meaning almost immediately. There isn’t much time, but she’ll make it work with you.
“Don’t you need to inform your people?”
“Yeah, let me send this text… and done.” You throw your phone aside, and you pull Jungeun against you for another deep kiss. This time, you let lust creep into the kiss, and soon enough, Jungeun has her tongue against yours, and she’s pulling your suit jacket off, just as you’re fondling her clothed chest. Her hands roam across your back when your jacket falls off, and she moans when you grab her ass and knead it. Jungeun pulls you closer to her, and when you shift to leave kisses down her lips to her neck, she gasps in pleasure and anticipation. You take the time to run your hands along her figure, almost as if to burn the memory of her against your palms.
“We can’t have sex today.”
“Why not?” You temporarily halt your actions to give her a peck on her lips while you wait for her answer.
“I’m ovulating today—I can’t get pregnant right now, even though I’m so fucking wet and needing you to fuck a baby into me.”
“Oh my God, fuck, Jungeun, you can’t just say things like that!” Your cock twitches in your pants, and you can’t help but rub your own bulge.
“It’s the truth, baby. I wish I could just let you fuck me raw like that, let you impregnate me and father our child, but… fuck…” Jungeun replaces your hand with hers. She begins to work at your belt, and you groan when she undoes your zipper and fondles you over your boxers. Both of you share another torrid kiss, and you feel her hand slide beneath the waistband. When she pulls your hard cock out, you can’t help but twitch in her hand as she strokes your length.
“Fuck…"
"If only we had more time…” Jungeun kisses you once more, and she reaches behind her back. You hear the telltale sign of a zipper being undone, and you watch as Jungeun pulls the strap of her dress over her head and pulls the cloth down. You feast your eyes upon her bra-clad breasts, and you keep watching as she undoes the clasp and pulls the garment off her, leaving her topless right in front of you. Her breasts are just as pretty as you remembered—brown nipples, taut with arousal, atop her petite, beautiful chest. Jungeun leads your hand to her body, and you softly knead her flesh, which draws a sigh of pleasure from her. The glow of the moonlight across her skin bathes her in an almost otherworldly glow, and you can’t help but admire the goddess that is Kim Jungeun as you touch her.
“You know what I’m going to do when this whole op is over?” Jungeun’s question is broken up with soft sighs.
“What?”
“I’m going to go to my quarters after a nice shower, and I’m going to fuck myself with my dildo. I’m going to ride it pretending I’m riding your cock.” Jungeun grabs your cock once again, and she strokes it as she speaks. “I’m going to moan your name as I ride that cock, and I’m going to think of you breeding me, fucking a baby into me. I’m going to squirt all over it, and I’m not going to stop until I can’t squirt anymore.”
When Jungeun finishes her sentence, you crash your lips against hers in desperation and lust. You want nothing more than to fuck her, ruin her, and you tell her as such—searing words of lust whispered against her skin.
“You still can, you know?” Jungeun’s soft whisper against your lips gets you to stop kissing her for a moment, and she giggles. “I have other holes you can fuck.”
You watch as your love sinks down to her knees. She still strokes your cock, dripping with pre-cum, and you shakily exhale when you feel her hot breath brush over your tip. Jungeun looks up at you, and you stare right into her eyes as her tongue glides over your tip to collect your essence. She licks you along your length right after, leaving soft kisses around the crown.
“Fuck my mouth just like how you want to fuck my pussy. Use me, make me choke on that cock, make me swallow every last drop of cum you can shoot down my throat. Fuck me until you cum, baby.”
Jungeun wastes no time—she wraps her lips around your shaft, and she begins to bob her head along your length, drawing soft curses out of you. Bit by bit, she takes more and more of you, and you can’t help but groan when your tip hits the back of her throat.
“Oh my God, fuck…!”
Jungeun’s hands reach behind you to grab your ass. She pulls herself back, and she pushes you towards her as she takes you again. You take her cue this time—your hands grip her head, and you begin to thrust into her mouth, pulling out halfway, then thrusting back in again. Jungeun has no gag reflex—you know that fact very intimately, and you take full advantage of that. With every thrust, thick tendrils of spit coat your cock and drip down below to Jungeun’s chest, and you can’t help but swear at how good your love’s mouth and throat feel. The sounds that Jungeun produces echoes around your office, and when you pull yourself out of her mouth, you nearly cum at the sight of the girl beneath you. Tears run down her face, her makeup ruined, and strings of her drool still cling to your shaft. You grab your cock and rub it all over Jungeun’s face, and she actively welcomes it—softly moaning as you mess up her face even more. Her hands are kept busy—even as you were using her throat like you would her cunt, she’d kneaded and squeezed her own breasts for pleasure, and right now, she has her long red dress pulled up haphazardly to give herself access. She keeps one hand on her breasts, and the other reaches between her legs, where you can hear her fingers thrusting deep into her dripping cunt. No panties in sight—you twitch at the thought of her not having worn any.
“Fuck, baby, fuck, I feel so good, oh God, fuck~!”
Somewhere deep in you, a primal aggression rises—Jungeun’s fucking herself, fingers deep in her pussy that you’re meant to be fucking. Without warning, you shove your cock back into Jungeun’s mouth, and you force her to choke on your cock. You don’t even make it halfway out of her mouth before you’re thrusting back in, your balls slapping against her chin and sending her spit splattering below.
The sounds of Jungeun’s throat taking your pounding drives you closer and closer to release. You look down to admire your love having her face fucked while she masturbates. The girl looks up at you, and she has completely surrendered herself to the fucking—her eyes are glossed over, the haze of pleasure too much for her, and you watch her shudder as she releases choked moans, and then you hear the telltale hiss, see the hard spray of her juices. Jungeun’s a messy girl—she doesn’t stop fingering herself, and her squirt sprays all over her thighs. Between her knees, a puddle of her juices grows bigger and messier.
“Oh, fuck, I'm—!”
It is with that sight that you explode in Jungeun’s mouth and throat. She manages to take two thick shots before you pull out to cum all over her face and chest. Shot after shot of hot semen rains upon Jungeun and dots her skin with white, and you nearly lose your balance as you shudder in pleasure with your release.
When your orgasm subsides, both you and Jungeun move with urgency built off habit. You dress and clean the area while she cleans herself up, and both of you work like a well-oiled machine—ten minutes left to spare, and the clock resets, counting down until the next moment you get to see Jungeun again.
Cleanup never takes too long—Jungeun’s out in five, and you’re done as well. You turn to pull the lever to your secret exit, but Jungeun stops you.
“I’m going to miss you.” This is the part that you hate, just as she does.
“And so will I.”
You share a soft kiss with her, and both of you turn away from each other to run. The secret door closes behind you, and you leave, you can’t help but run with a smile across your face.
Until we meet again.
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