Ji-hoon keeps Mikaela's head down his crotch, pressing him further down. The cock twitches around the walls of Mikaela's tight throat, his eyes getting watery.
Fuck…this lunatic.
Mikaela struggles as he takes it all in, brushing it with his tongue as it gulps down the pre-ejaculation. He can feel his knees grow weak in his kneeling position.
Ji-hoon starts moving, slowing at first, his fingers brushing Mikaela's hair, but gradually he increases his speed, ramping into Mikaela's mouth.
"Remember…no teeth, got it?" Ji-hoon pants, his voice hoarse.
Mikaela doesn't answer him, instead what comes out of him are muffled whimpers. He is barely kneeling properly at this point. His nipples poked through his shirt as they hit the bedframe at each thrust. Drool spilled out of his mouth onto the bed, Ji-hoon's thighs and drips to the floor. Even with his repressants, he can feel himself getting moist down there— and it wasn't sweat.
He squeezes his thighs together to get some friction, but it's not enough. He needs something more. He tries to reach his groin with his fingers but Ji-hoon grabs a hold of his free hand.
"I didn't give you permission to touch yourself Mr. Miller."
Mikaela glares at him furiously. He has half the mind to take a big bite right now.
His glares however have an opposite effect on Ji-hoon. He thrust in faster, in and out, using Mikaela's mouth like his own personal fleshlight.
"Hngh! Ngh…" Mikaela tries to say stop but he can't say anything with a fat cock down his throat. Tears stream down his face like a faucet. He can hardly breathe as his nose gets runny with the pressure. He rolls his eyes to the back of his head, a feeling he can only describe as Ji-hoon's cock reaching his brain.
Ji-hoon grunts as he reaches his peak, Mikaela can feel it pulsing as he reaches a climax. He tries to pull away Ji-hoon locks his head in place with his legs.
"No. You have to swallow it."
Shaking his head, he hits Ji-hoon's legs hard, causing him to let go.
"Christ…" Ji-hoon groans in pain, spilling his semen directly on Mikaela's face, "This is why you should have swallowed, now look at the mess you made."
Mikaela coughs harshly and spits his mouth out. His throat was on fire.
Ji-hoon yawns, his eyelids dropping, "There's some Ibuprofen on top of that wardrobe." He points at it, laying flat on the bed. "You take a pill or two to ease the pain, but first, get yourself cleaned up." He starts to pass out. Now that he was relieved, another side effect of the drug was taking place: drowsiness.
Mikaela goes to the bathroom, entering inside, he is greeted by his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Ji-hoon was right about one thing, he was filthy, at least right now anyway. He figures this night might just fuck he up mentally but he can't worry about that right now. After the mission, he can ask Director Park if she can pay for his therapy. The stuff was all over him, his clothes, his ears.
"Fuck it's in my hair…" He mutters, turning on the tap with an intention to wash off here. He turns to the other side of the bathroom, a wide white bathtub. On a second thought, he decides a hot relaxing bath is just what he needs right now.
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Moments after he comes out with a fluffy robe, his skin glowing even with the dim lights. He wonders why rich people experience this type of luxury everyday and still choose to be deplorable pieces of shit.
He really needed that bath. It was so soothing, the soap felt soft on his skin and he even got to rub one out underneath the warm water. Truly the best feeling ever.
He sees Ji-hoon passed out on the bed, his cock still out. He cringes before he covers his lower half with the blanket on the bed, reminding himself it's because he doesn't want to see his penis, not because he was worried he would catch a cold.
His hand grabs the ibuprofen on the wardrobe and pops two pills in his mouth.
Damn it, it hurts to swallow now.
He flops on the other side of the bed. He turns back to see Ji-hoon.
It's crazy how he manages to look more human when he's not conscious. And a little more attractive up close…the hell am I thinking?
He shakes the thought out of his head. He stoops from the bed, picking up Ji-hoon's phone from his suit jacket. He boots it up.
The light from the phone reflects onto his face. He's not bothered by this because he knows Ji-hoon is out like a light. With a drug like aphrodisiac, no way would anything wake him up now.
"Biometric finger print required huh?" Mikaela murmurs, squinting his eyes at the phone screen, "...which finger though?"
Carefully, he takes Ji-hoon's left hand, trying each finger one by one.
"Bingo." It was the ring finger. How fitting Mikaela thought, considering the thought of anybody marrying Ji-hoon did cross his mind.
Would probably be an arranged marriage too. Rich folks usually do that. Besides, I don't think even the most desperate omega would be okay with their alpha screwing his secretaries on the side.
He passes the biometric scan and opens the phone. The phone wallpaper displays a black and white image of a gorgeous slender asian man posing with poise, adorned with elegant jewellery. Mikaela assumes he's an omega, maybe even related to Ji-hoon in some way.
He taps on the messages app, scrolling and checking each message tab when he comes across a familiar name: Amélie Rothenberg.
He has seen his fair share of dramas. This was a well-known A-list actress, an omega one at that. He taps on her name:
Amélie: Ji-hoon, you said you could fix the rat problem.
Ji-hoon: Patience. I'm waiting for the exterminator to show up.
Amélie: Can't you make him come any faster? :(
Ji-hoon: He's a very busy man.
Mikaela can't understand what any of this means. He decides to call Darcy seconds before he hears someone knocking on the door, attempting to open it.