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Jihoo watched Jiwoo survey the small area around them as she looked for an extra chair so that she could join the group as they gathered around the bonfire. The small sigh she released in silent frustration was enough for Jihoo to perk up. His body automatically sprang into action, pulling on the sleeve of her black puffer jacket so that her attention would be rewarded to him.
His face couldn't help but shift into a dopey smile when she looked at him with her beautiful eyes. He stutters as his eager brain struggles to keep up with his need to speak now, "You can sit on my lap," He hesitated, "If-if you want to... I-I'm not saying-"
"Okay." She said, cutting off his stammering before sitting sideways on his thighs. Her pleased smile left him in shambles.
Jihoo quickly seized the opportunity by carefully and gently wrapping his arms around her body and moving her more into his body. Jihoo couldn't help but nuzzle into her neck, his eyes closing as he sniffed at the delicious scent coming from her body, remembering how she let him wash her body and hair. How soft she had been as he lotioned her body and did her skincare routine, how much she smiled at him and told him how caring and amazing he was at taking care of her. His chest puffed with pride at the thought of being able to do more, at the thought of being the perfect chair for his girlfriend. A public claim from his gorgeous mistress. He was becoming heady just from the thought.
"You okay? Am I too heavy?" She asked, shifting her weight a little.
"No!" He tightened his hold on her, pulling her closer if that was even possible. "You're perfect. I'm thankful that you let me do this." His cheeks flushed with his confession.
Jiwoo's eyes turn gentle as she reached to pet his hair, cooing softly when he leaned into her touch with needy eyes. "What a sweet boy."
"Yours." He breathed, dying to move as close as he could in public.
Jiwoo's eyes moved around his face as if she was tired of the conversation, "Mine?"
Jihoo's eyes flashed in defiance. Even if she was just teasing him, it struck a nerve in his chest. "Should I be someone else's?" His tone was light but his grip on her waist portrayed his real emotions.
"Do you wish to be?" She said. She only blinked at his bratty display.
Jihoo's breath caught, eyes darting to the scene around them. He suddenly realized just how intimate they were being. Their whispers weren't heard but their closeness was a show of clear public affection, yet his girlfriend never wavered in their talks. Only looking at him patiently, her causal grace made him lower his eyes. A message that showed just how much he loved and trusted her.
"Never." He whimpered.
A head tilt, "Oh? Just wanted a little more attention tonight then? Is that what this little display is about, puppy?"
Jihoo gulped at the question, looking down as if he was about to be reprimanded. He felt a finger under his chin, bringing his face up so that he was forced to look at her, the breath from his lips left him licking his own with the need to chase. "Answer me."
Her voice was soft but firm. A command. Jihoo loved those, his eyes automatically going half-lidded as he answered truthfully in a pavlovian style response, "Yes, mistress. Please."
The look of disgust on her face only made his jeans grow tight with a besotted quiet groan coming out his throat. When Jihoo first laid eyes on Jiwoo, he was sure that she hated him. Her stoic attitude left him with a feeling that he was the annoying one. A possibility that hurt his tummy just a bit but not enough to warrant any significant attention. His job was to be a senior associate and guide this department in the right direction. Nonetheless, he soon felt himself starting to vie for her attention and Jihoo was given more than he could ever hope for.
He had to be the only person in the world who gained a mistress in the way he did. The event from start to finish was the most embarrassing moment of his entire life but it was worth it! In the end, he became someone's beloved puppy and boyfriend.
To make matters even grander, his girlfriend was the most perfect being in existence. Others would say that she was made just for him, but Jihoo knew it was the other way around. His heart, his mind, his body, his very soul was made just for her.
He knew exactly what he was made to do and was ready at any moment to show anyone who could see.
Jihoo squirmed in his chair while blinking up at her as she pushed her hair to the side, showcasing her pale unmarred neck. The effortless grace held left him moaning quietly, his arms contracting around her body tighter so that he could grind against her ass. The pressure was perfect and the thought of being this deprived only had his eyes grow hazier.
He whined a little too loud when she grounded down against him, making the pleasure bordering on pain. "It's pathetic how impatient you are," she whispered, "You're in front of colleagues and friends and yet you're humping against me like the dumb puppy you are."
"P-please... I'll be quiet." He panted, already high on everything that is his mistress. He pushed his hips up, moaning in response to her blown pupils. "Just let me. I can be good."
Her eyes seemed to go far away as she thought of what to do with his antics, only commanding a soft "Still," in between and petting his hair when he froze. A gesture that had him meeting her soft palm to gain more of the sentiment.
Jihoo's eyes looked at her face frantically searching for even the slightest permission to move. Jiwoo only stared back into his eyes as if she was searching for something. He let her see everything he had to offer, his vulnerability was always his greatest weapon and he knew by now exactly how to wield it.
"Go on, puppy." She ran a delicate hand through his hair, tugging on his roots in a way that had him melting into her. She placed a feather-like kiss on the mole under his eye, the feeling never left his face as she ghosted her lips down his cheek, over his nose, and finally to his lips. A painful tug of Jihoo's hair- punishment for reaching for a kiss- drew a sharp intake of breath, a sound that turned into a hiss as his hips jerked up causing his erection to push against the plushness of her ass.
His knuckles turned white with how hard he was gripping her body, rotating his hips in a way that was subtle. Jihoo buried his face in his mistress' neck, giving her slick kitten licks along her jawline to keep his mouth occupied enough that any embarrassing sounds would be muffled at least a little. He didn't dare hold them in though having learned his lesson early in their relationship. His mistress loved to hear him; loved to hear his little whimpers and whines as he begged for her touches and love.
His breath turned to fog as it stuttered, jaw clenching hard when he remembered that he needed to be discreet but it wasn't enough. Jiwoo was kind enough to grind down a little, the rough fabric of his jeans scrubbing against his dick only heightening the pleasure and pain coursing through his body. The sounds of other people talking and shuffling in the background only serve to make him more desperate to cum. His hands shook as he cupped her neck to whine into her skin, and his eyes rolled back when she gripped his hair hard enough for his scalp to burn. His stomach tightened making him rut against her in uncoordinated circle motions until the pressure was enough for him to bite his lip hard enough to make it bleed. The disgusting wet stickiness in his boxers grew when his orgasm washed over him, his hips pushed against her backside as his hands tried to pull her more to him as if he was cumming inside her.
The hand in his hair turned soft as he slumped as much weight as he could against her, his body still shaking as he moved to look up at her with blurry wide eyes, the flames of the bonfire showing off how dilated his pupils are. His lips pouted in silent permission while he rubbed his nose against her cute button one.
Jiwoo blessed him with a soft smile, hiding her own giggles when she saw how sedated he was while actively seeking more physical contact, something she could never deny him. Her soft lips against his own as they moved slowly, her tongue swiping along his busted lip to ease the pain. It was enough to have the rest of the tension melt away, giving in to her silent care. He licked his lips when she moved to kiss his cheek and then his nose, the flames still dancing in his eyes as he stared at her filling her own body with a different kind of flame.
"Such a good boy." She muttered, caressing his cheeks. "I'll be sure to reward you when we get back to our room. Would you like that?"
Lost in the moment, Jihoo gave a soft yip before cuddling himself into her chest, nipping along her collarbone through her t-shirt as she started conversing with those around him, taking silently petting his hair to let him know that she was still with him. Jihoo smiled against the wet spot on her shirt thankful to be leashed by someone who loved and understood his needs better than himself. He trusted her more than anything leaving him eager to serve her even outside the bedroom and now he was determined to never let her go.