Make It Quick

Jung Taekwoon: Bathroom Smut

"Hurry!"

"S-Sorry." He fumbled with the buckle of his belt. "It's stuck." The crimson blush darkened to a velvety red on his pale cheeks.

"I'll do it." Jemma reached down to help him with his belt. His pants soon pooled down at his ankles and the only thing left to do was push aside her panties and enter her. Taekwoon had never felt a rush like this in his life; knowing that someone could easily just open the door and catch them had his heart jumping out of his throat.

"You always get hard at the weirdest times. Make this quick," Jemma snapped but deep down she knew she wanted this just as bad as he did. Taekwoon hoisted her up onto the sink of the cramped bathroom and worked her panties off her creamy thighs.

"Ok, you ready?"
"Stop talking and-" A sharp mangled gasp tore from her throat as he took her completely raw. He filled her to the hilt with every 7 inches of his love. His hips circled hers with every deep agonizing thrust, making her mewl out sweet nothings. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him. He was always considerate of her needs before his, moving in different angles to hit her g-spot.
"I said make it quick," Jemma hissed through clenched teeth. He smirked at her eagerness. He continued his delicious torture on her body, slowing the pace to that of a snail.
"Taekwoon hyung." A voice called out
Fuck.