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He meets her in the elevator.
“Floor?” He asks when she steps in behind him.
“8, please,” She smiles when he meets her eyes, and he feels lost at once.
She’s beautiful, like the kind of girl they make movies about.
“Oh, me too,” His mouth fumbles, fingers pressing 9 instead.
She laughs at his mistake, her voice low in a way that makes him want to shiver.
“Do you work on that floor?” She asks.
“Ah, yeah, yeah. I work in production. Um. You? Well, I feel like if you worked here, I’d remember you.”
“Oh, would you?”
“Someone as gorgeous as you? Yeah.” He tries to be smooth with it, to recover from his earlier fumble.
He thinks it works, with the way her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. He can’t help but track it, eyes flicking back up to meet hers.
“Smooth talker, hm?”
Chan shrugs.
“I don’t work there. Not yet, I have an interview this morning, actually.”
“Wait- Sorry, what’s your name?”
“Felix.”
He wants to smack himself.
He must turn red with the way she suddenly blinks at him, “Are you alright?”
“Shit. Fuck,” He curses under his breath, “Sorry. I am so sorry. I’m Chan, Bang Chan.”
“Like,” Felix blinks, “Like the producer I have a meeting with in twenty minutes, Bang Chan?”
“‘Fraid so. Again, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- um. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s-”
The elevator doors ding open on their floor.
“If you want to cancel our interview, I entirely understand. If you don’t, I swear what I said earlier- It wouldn’t have any bearing on whether you were to get the position or not.”
“It’s alright, Sir-”
He blanches, nausea hitting like a brick. Briefly, he sends a prayer to any God that might be listening not to let him get hard in front of her.
“Please don’t call me sir. Just Chan is fine,” Heat is eating at him, and he wants nothing more than to disappear into his studio and never come out.
“It’s alright, Chan,” Felix smiles, “I’d still like that interview, if you don’t mind.”
And maybe he should.
It would be the professional, responsible thing to do.
He should call Changbin in to interview her instead; he should excuse himself.
Maybe he’s just rotten, or corrupt, or just a dirty, nasty man, but he doesn’t want to.
He wants to interview her himself. He wants to make her laugh, and he wants to make her smile.
He really wants to make her moan, wants to taste that pink lip gloss, wants to get a hand under her skirt, and then get his mouth there too.
Fuck.
He’s disgusted with himself, or at least he’s trying to be.
He respects women. Loves them.
The most brilliant people Chan knows are women.
His sister would kill him if she knew what he was thinking right now.
“Of course, whatever you want. I apologize again, really. Please, make yourself comfortable in the waiting area, and I’ll get set up and call you back soon.”
He leaves her there, taking a seat by the entrance while he shuffles to his studio, a sweaty mess.
There are still fifteen minutes before her interview time, so he sets up quickly.
He sends a quick text to Changbin and Jisung, letting them know that their interviewee is here and they’ll be starting soon.
Changbin responds with a thumbs up, and Jisung likes the message.
Smoothing out his shirt, he takes a few deep breaths as he walks back to collect Felix, hoping to keep himself calm and normal.
God, he just needs to be normal around her.
But it’s hard when he calls her name and she looks up, smiling the same way she did when they met in the elevator.
He leads her back to the studio, palms clammy and sweat wicking his hairline.
“Ah, so.” They sit down, Felix across from him with her legs crossed, “It’s nice to meet you, Felix. I’m Chan, as. Well, as you know.”
She stifles a laugh and nods, “Nice to meet you.”
She takes off her jacket, then, revealing the low-cut blouse clinging to her chest. Tight buttons straining across her tits.
Fuck. Stop staring at her tits.
He swallows, and it feels like rocks tumbling down his throat.
“So- so to get started. Um,” His brain is fogged up, every word he’s ever known escaping him. “You- so. I’m glad to hear you’re interested in this position. Could you tell me about your experience in music production?” He’s panting like he just ran a marathon, dizzy when she uncrosses her legs just to cross them again.
His mouth feels dry.
“I- Sorry, are you alright? You look a little sick.”
“I’m fine,” He coughs, “Sorry, go on. I’m so sorry, I’m such a disaster today.”
Felix laughs, “Are you always such a mess around girls you find gorgeous?”
He feels his stomach sink, the floor falling beneath him. “I’m so sorry.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”
His head whips up. “What?”
Felix shrugs, the corners of her sweet mouth turned upwards. “I think it’s sweet. You’re very endearing.” Her hair ripples like silk when she shakes her head at him, blinking with those big eyes.
“Can I please eat you out?”
His mouth runs before his brain does.
The world seems to stop for a second as he realizes what he just said, the pit in his gut turning into a boulder.
“Really?” Felix asks, and reality sinks back in like ice water. “Most guys ask me to blow them first.”
Chan shakes his head. Suddenly, his tongue is too thick for his mouth.
He’s on his knees before he’s even really thinking about it, crawling towards Felix’s long legs.
She uncrosses them slowly, allowing him into the cradle of her thighs, her skirt riding up. He pushes it up until it’s bunched around her waist.
The first glimpse of her panties has him so hard he gets dizzy at the bloodrush.
Blue, lacy. A little white bow on the waistband.
The dark peek of curling hair, and his hands find her thighs to push her legs open wider to he can push his nose to it.
“Fuck,” He pants, damp breath against her pussy.
Felix shivers around him, gasping. “Fuck, you really want it?”
And he can’t answer her because his mouth is busy sucking on the fabric covering her vulva, getting it damp as she gets wet for him.
She smells good, scent thick and clean.
He tongues at her slit, laps at the fabric like a fucking dog, nose digging against her clit.
“Chan,” She moans softly, hands hovering above his shoulders, like she isn’t sure if she can touch.
She can, anywhere.
He tells her that, and she sinks her fingers into his hair and pulls.
It’s so much, all of it.
He hooks his fingers into her panties and slides them down her legs.
“I haven’t shaved,” She gasps when his mouth presses against her pussy.
“Good,” He groans, muffled into her, “God, you’re wet.”
And she is, already slick and shiny where her wetness clings to her pubic hair, makes her skin glisten.
He licks at where it gathers, brings a hand up to gently push back the hood of her clit, and kisses there.
Her legs twitch, her heel thumping against his spine.
So he does it again, kisses her swollen clit and down her slit, tonging at her wet hole and trailing back up. Again, and again.
Until he’s had enough and buries his face right in the center of her.
“Oh my God,” She hiccups, hands curling in his hair to keep him close, “Chan.”
He hums, lapping at her folds. He pets her clit with his thumb, lets his nose nudge against it as he licks into her cunt.
It’s addicting, the way she tastes. How she moans, how her hands feel in his hair.
He could die happy just like this, he’s sure of it.
Death by pussy, suffocating between her thighs.
She sighs when he licks at her clit again, sucks it gently between his lips, and brings the tips of his fingers to her sloppy hole.
“Please,” She cries, hips shifting down like she’s trying to push his fingers inside her pussy herself.
Slick coats his fingers when he pushes them in, the give so easy with how wet she is. More gushes out the further he pushes in, dripping into his palm when he’s up to his knuckles.
He pulls back for a moment, watching the slow slide of his fingers inside her.
Her pussy is swollen, bright pink and open for him. Her hole twitches around his fingers,
He isn’t really thinking when he spits on it just before he leans back in, rubbing it into her folds with his tongue.
Fast flicks against her clit with his tongue, a matching pace inside her.
It’s exactly how he wants her, exactly what he wanted when he first saw her.
“I’m gonna cum,” Felix’s voice wavers, shaking, “Fuck, please, please.”
He curls the fingers he has inside her, starts to fuck them faster as he mouths at her fat clit.
She tightens around him, her breath going fast and high-pitched.
At some point, she starts babbling, something incoherent that just sounds like more, and please, adn then a string of curses.
Everything goes tight when she comes, the clench of her pussy around his fingers, the sound that punches out of her throat.
Chan mouths at her through it, kissing her clit, her hole, drinking up the slick that pours out of her.
She didn’t squirt, but it was a close thing, Chan thinks, with the way she’s dripping all over his hand, his office chair.
He has half a mind to bend down and lick the leather of it clean of her.
“You’re crazy,” Felix sighs when she comes down, her body slumping and relaxing.
“I-” He starts, “Yeah.”
There’s no other excuse, really.
He looks up at her from where he’s still between her legs, and she smiles down at him, all pink and flushed.
“I like it."
“Yeah?” The back of his neck goes warm, and his dick aches with it, still straining and painful against his jeans. He leans forward to rest his forehead against her bare thigh. “Fuck, Felix."
Her shin comes between his legs, then, pressing against his cock.
“Fuck, hm?”
He moans, loud and embarrassing, against her soft skin.
It takes all the self-control he has not to start humping her like a dog until he creams his pants.
His guts twist with the visions that flash through his mind.
Felix, with her small hands wrapped around him.
Felix riding him, her hands against his chest while she bounces. Her pretty tits jiggling, Chan’s own hands against them.
Felix sitting on his face while she sucks his cock.
He can’t help but moan again, eyes sealed shut.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about?” She coos, cupping his cheek until he looks back up at her.
“Your pussy,” He pants, because he is, really. It’s all he can think about.
Felix laughs, hand sliding to the back of his head. “You haven’t even cum, and you’re still thinking about my pussy?”
He nods, “You could sit on my face.”
“Do you always get cunt-drunk this fast?”
He shakes his head. “Just you. Fuck, Felix, let’s- you wanna move to the couch?”
So he leads her across the room, lies back as she sheds her skirt, kicking off her panties the rest of the way.
“Is this what this is in here for?” She asks, little fingers working to unbutton her blouse.
Chan watches, enraptured as the top falls away next, her blue bra matching her panties.
“Huh?” He’s not really processing her words anymore, too focused on her tits when her bra is next to go.
“This is what you do, then? Bring girls back here to fuck them on your sofa?”
“No, God. I’ve never- I’ve never done this before,” He shakes his head, heart going fast enough to bruise his ribs when she starts unbuttoning his jeans.
It’s a relief when they’re gone, his boxers next.
He can’t even find it to be embarrassed by how hard he is, cock all swollen and drippy against his belly.
Felix straddles his hips, and just like his imagination, her hands find his chest.
“Oh, I’m special, then?” She lowers herself until her silky cunt is against his cock, the wet heat making him shake.
He wants to touch her all over, her hips and belly and thighs. He wants to push up into her messy hole, let her ride him until she’d had her fill.
“Yes,” He pants, watching the slide of her pussy agianst his cock as she starts to rock her hips. “You’re special, Felix, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Your cock is so big,” She moans, mouth parting as she continues grinding against him, “All for me? Because I’m so special?”
He nods, crying out when the fat head of his cock catches on her hole, not enough pressure to slip inside but enough that he can feel the way she clenches around it.
“Felix,” He pants, eyes watering. Precum wets the slide, mixing with her slick.
“Feels good,” She sighs, eyes fluttering before she closes them.
“Felix.”
“Hmm?” She works her hips faster, dragging her cunt along the length of his cock.
The head catches against her clit, and she stays there for a moment, just rubbing against it.
“I’m gonna cum,” Chan nearly shouts, panicked as the feeling sneaks up on him, “Felix, fuck, I’m-”
She’s fast with the way she turns herself around, straddling his head while she leans down to lick a long line along his shaft.
When he cries out, she drops down until his mouth is back on her pussy, his sounds muffled as he starts moaning into her.
Her pussy is sopping wet against his mouth, and he tries to keep himself from shaking as she tongues at the head of his cock the same way he does to her clit.
He curls a tongue into her, trying to fuck it as deep as he can.
When she takes his cock into her mouth, he wants to cry. His hands find her hips, squeezing the fat there as she starts to hump his face, sliding against his mouth, his nose.
He’d let her do this forever if it’s what she wanted.
It feels like a punch to the gut when he finally comes, aborted little jerks into the heat of Felix’s mouth as he spills, moaning into her center.
“Little more,” Felix mouths at the tip like it’s candy, and Chan sucks on her swollen clit in return until she releases, squirting in little bursts as he tongue-fucks her through it.
In the moments after, it feels like the world has settled. Felix slips off of him and curls herself into his side, catching their breaths in synch.
Her hand drifts along his chest, and he realizes with a laugh that he still has his shirt on.
He says it out loud, and Felix laughs too, a sweet little twinkling noise.
“We’ll just have to remember to take it off next time,” She sighs, sitting up at last.
She’s still pink all over, shiny with a thin layer of sweat.
“Next time?” Chan stands to collect her clothes for her.
“If you want,” She shrugs, taking her panties from Chan and slipping them back on.
He watches her dress, trying not to grin like a fool.
“I think- I feel like I can’t really hire you now,” He admits.
“Hah, you think?”
“I really am sorry,” He pulls his own clothes back on, cringes at the feeling of drying fluids stuck to his skin, “I’d be more than happy to give you a great reference to any other production company, if you’d like.”
“That’s okay,” Felix shrugs, running her fingers through her hair, “I’m pretty happy with the position I ended up in.”