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IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOUR STEP BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND MESSED YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT SUMMER. And, it has also been two weeks since that same step brother caught your just-got-fucked state after his best friend took your virginity. Between those days, you didn't hear anything from anyone. Not even to Beomgyu, who is the one who managed to bring you home after Soobin left you in that room with him.

Which is weird, considering what he just said after the door opened that day. But it is much weirder that you are still thinking about it until now.

Speaking of Soobin, he has been weirdly distancing himself from you. No more morning banters, or late night messages of “are you up?” before walking towards the nearest 24/7 store. Making you feel like you are at fault for hopping on his best friend's dick when clearly your sex life has nothing to do with him. It baffles you at most. Just like that one moment when your whole family is out for dinner and he asks his father to pass the salt when you are still using it.

You didn't know that he could be this petty. To the point that even your parents interrogate you if you have done something to your step brother for him to act like that. Of course, there is no way you could hand them a proper answer—not when you are also left with dozens of questions why he, out of all people, is ignoring you like he is allergic to your presence.

And of course, Beomgyu. The last thing you heard from him is when you overheard Soobin talking to his dad about the league he is playing on the TV. His father asked if he is playing with his friend who is a chatterbox, for which Soobin replied that he and that friend haven't been talking much these days.

Assuming that he is referring to Beomgyu, it made you more confused and left-out. You want to think that this must be the reason why he hasn't contacted you after that party incident. Because it is uncomfortable for him and Soobin that he is dicking you down when you are his step sibling. But then again, it will all come down to what Soobin had said the moment he saw you and Beomgyu sharing a bed together, with hints of sex clinging in the air.

You couldn't wait for me?

It doesn't make sense. His attitude now compared from the way he treated you before doesn't align and it is driving you nuts. Whatever’s going between you and Beomgyu doesn't help either. Hell, even your girly crush on him puts you in a deep state of doubt.

Was it all a one-time thing to him? Does he go into an after sex clarity after you two got caught by his best friend that happens to be your older step brother? It spirals your mind out of control.

Another problem is, being stuck in one place with Soobin makes you feel like you are in a prison. Your parents even feel like they are walking on eggshells whenever you two are around. So, in order to straighten things out, the best solution that they could think of is going on a family retreat.

Which is why you are now under the morning sunlight, arms crossed in your chest as you watch your step father load all the things and baggage in the trunk. You were the one helping him ever since Soobin was nowhere to be found after he was tasked to buy some chips and soda to serve as snacks in the cabin.

Your mom even asked you to text the guy since you are scheduled to leave an hour from now. For which you did, breaking your no-contact streak with him after two weeks. You could never say no to your mother—that is why this whole fiasco started anyway. Still, it would break her heart if their efforts on reconciling their children go to waste.

06:30 | Aa Soobin

mom is looking for you.

get back home.

don’t ruin this for them.

read.

That was twenty-five minutes ago. And until now, your hell-of-a-kind step brother is still missing in action. Your step father just finished packing up, now starting the car while your mother is still trying to reach Soobin. She just hit another dead end when you saw two familiar figures walking towards your garage.

It was step brother, and beside him is a person that you could loathe from afar—Beomgyu, with a stuffed bag pack hanging on his shoulder.

“Oh Soobin, thank heavens!” Your mom exclaimed, walking towards the two men who took turns in giving her a warm hug. “Sorry I took some time, I wanted to bring Gyu along with us.” He announced, not even giving you a single glance like your opinion about the matter is not important.

“Well, I hope you all don't mind. Soobin said that it is an outdoor retreat,” Beomgyu's deep, raspy voice felt unfamiliar yet eerily satisfying to your ears. It might be hard to admit, but his effects on your body haven't moderated, not even one bit. “You all know that’s my speciality.” He grinned, finding it easy to get along with your parents.

You unconsciously roll your eyes, impatiently tapping your fingers in your arms as you watch them share some giggles and adore Beomgyu's chitchats while you all soak in the sun’s early heatwave. It is obvious that they do not mind, they wholly consider that guy as their second son. Finally remembering her daughter, your mom turned to you, her hands still resting on Beomgyu's shoulder.

“You ready to go, dear?” Your mom gently asked, sweetly smiling as she helped Beomgyu put his bag into the trunk. “Sure,” You sounded too airy, clearing your throat after realizing that your voice got wobbly. “I mean, sure. Let's go.”

Silently repenting for being too affected by his presence, you quickly went to grab the car's handle but Soobin suddenly went to the other side. There he goes again. He was really testing your sanity, and you could tell that it was all on purpose. That man knew how much you loved the window seat. And now, you have to talk to the guy you want to thoroughly ignore just to make sure that you would secure the other side.

Which you failed to do so, not when your mom already gestured to you to make space so Beomgyu could enter. Leaving you stuck in between these two men who really sit like you doesn't exist in their perspective.

“All good to go?” Your step father asked, and Beomgyu gave an exaggerated thumbs up. Squirming at your position, you could not help but subtly glare at the guy on your left.

This retreat will surely not end on a good note.

THE RIDE TO YOUR PARENT’S CABIN WAS SUSPICIOUSLY QUIET. Your mom was napping in the front seat, while your step father was listening to the morning radio as he drove calmly. Soobin, who was sitting on your right, also had his eyes closed. Head closely tipping into your shoulder the moment he dozed off.

The peaceful ambiance inside the car also made you dozy, but you couldn't possibly stay still when Beomgyu's fingers kept on brushing on your thigh. He was on his wired earphones, listening to God knows what with his eyes glued in the scenery outside. Yet, it doesn't change the fact that his fingertips glaze on your skin ever since your mom and Soobin went unconscious, giving you goosebumps every single time.

As much as you want to ignore it, your eyes flew in shock when his warm palm fully rested itself on your flesh. Your head instantly swaying to check if Soobin was awake on your other side before you squint your eyes at Beomgyu. The beat of your heart ran fast, thighs instinctively closing themselves shut as you tried to remove his hand on it. Yet, he remained persistent, even grasping on it tighter.

If you were confused before the ride started, you are now deeply and intently mystified. Because why is he touching you under no permission when he clearly disregarded your overall being for the whole two weeks.

Running out of patience, you gently tugged his earphones to catch his attention. “What are you doing?” Beomgyu faced you with a smirk on his lips, casually removing the earphones he was wearing to solely focus on you. “Yes? You are cold?” Your brows creased at his random response, caught off guard with how tender his voice is.

“What? No—”

“It’s okay, you could borrow my jacket.”

A wrinkle formed in your forehead at his out of context replies, watching him take off his jacket while you are still comprehending his words. You knew he was teasing you, pissing you off even. This is one of the oldest tricks he has that you have learned by watching him from afar.

But the question is why? Why is he doing this when he disappeared in your lives for two weeks after that thing happened in the party? Is he really trying to drive you crazy?

Soon, you found his jacket on your lap, covering your lower body that left you utterly puzzled. Cautiously, you observe your surroundings if anyone has seen your whole interaction with Beomgyu but they are still in their previous positions. With Soobin now leaning too closely to rest his head on your shoulder.

Being in a limited space, you decided that you would just confront Beomgyu later on to avoid any drama before the retreat even starts. However, the man on your left can't really keep his hands on himself. Once again feeling his palm roam into your thigh under his jacket.

For then you realized what those replies meant. He is being a sneaky motherfucker.

“Gyu,” You tried to warn him, minimizing your voice as you knew that your step father can still hear your banters. Your hands also crept under the jacket, trying to unlatch his palm into your flesh but his hold on your thigh was way too firm.

“Stop moving,” His low whisper tingles your nerves, anxiety starting to swarm in your chest as you try to maintain calm. “You don't want them to notice us, right?” He then uttered, fingers slowly creeping up your inner thighs. You were about to move away from him when Soobin's sleeping head finally landed on your shoulder, locking you on that spot.

The position the three of you have in the backseat leaves you in deep contradiction. It is not that you didn't miss Beomgyu's touch, or his presence in total. Because even if you deny it or claim that you despise his sudden self-insert in your retreat, you have missed this—him, so much. But, you are also aware that this is not the appropriate place for his needs. Not when you two could be exposed with one harsh break and you have his best friend sleeping directly on your shoulder.

Still, you tried to remove his tempting touch on your body. But before you could even move, his fingers have already found their way to your covered cunt, turning your mind completely blank. You flinched at the contact, immediately checking Soobin to see if his sleep got disturbed at your sudden action. Your lips are in a thin line, compressing the soft sounds trying to escape you as Beomgyu continues to rub his finger on the soft fabrics of your shorts.

You cannot think straight, mind intently focused on your panties are getting damped with how his fingers played with your pussy. The hands that were trying to stop him were now gripping his wrist, nails digging into his skin for support. Beomgyu smugly turned his eyes back on the window, his index finger swiftly swaying enough fabrics of your shorts alongside your panties just to rub your pussy bare.

A soft gasp left you when you felt his rough fingertips glazed into your wet clit, lips trembling when you felt him toyed with your sticky slick. Your eyes went tightly shut when Beomgyu scattered your essence in your pussy lips, hips gradually rocking to meet his every thrust. It almost made the jacket that is covering your lap to slip out, and to your luck, you were still able to catch its hem.

Beomgyu looked at you in panic, yet it doesn't take long when a cunning smile is plastered on his lips. “Careful,” He mumbled in your ear, a finger now poking your aching hole. “They might finally see how dirty you are, sunshine.” His words added more burning sensation into your core, breathing going unstable at the delicate movement of his fingers around your entrance.

Your mind went hazy when you heard the same nickname he gave you before, pussy clenching into nothing. You tugged your lips hard when you felt one of his fingers enter your walls, back arching within the seat. Clutching his jacket tighter, you tried to fight every urge to let any whine escape your throat. Gritting your teeth, you gave Beomgyu a solemn look as a silent plea—but even yourself is not sure if you want him to move his finger away or to beg him to go faster.

“Shit, Gyu…” You breathlessly whispered, feeling your cunt leaking juices into the leather seat at every jerk of his finger. He just gave you a smirk, his finger wiggling inside your walls that made you abruptly moan. In shock, you coughed loudly as a cover up, sweats now gliding on your forehead.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, you had a short eye contact with your step father before he brought his eyes back on the road. “You good with the temperature, kid?” He casually asked, however small whines kept erupting from your throat, especially now that Beomgyu added another finger inside your aching pussy. “Uhm-hmm!” You gave him a quick nod, gulping when you subtly hear a soft squelch from your wetness.

“Not too cold? How ‘bout you, Beomguy?” The older man fixed his mirror before he gave Beomgyu a brief glance. “Never better, sir!” Beomgyu cheerfully replied, both fingers curling deep inside your walls—leaving you restless on your seat with half of your brain barely remembering that you could wake up your step brother who is sleeping soundly on the other side.

Your hips began to chase his fingers, with one of your palms instinctively flying to cover your face. Forcing your head down, you held onto the jacket harder, chest heaving with Beomgyu’s slow and torturing thrust. You are silently cursing him in your mind, because how can he have a decent conversation with your step father while his fingers are deeply seated in your walls like it is nothing?

“Speaking of cold, we’ll stop over in a bit, we need to buy some ice.”

“It would be my pleasure to help, given that I just invited myself here!”

“That's what I love to hear,” The low chuckles of your step dad filled the car, with Beomgyu laughing with him. You could hardly bear the heavy weight hanging on your abdomen, but there is no way you would cum on the backseat and let your essence fill the room's atmosphere.

You tried to conceal every whine to a short cough, but you suddenly choked when his finger hit that spongy spot in your walls. A loud squeal came from you, loud enough for your step father to hit the breaks and for Beomgyu to panic and retreat his fingers. Soobin suddenly sat straight up as his eyes fluttered open, utterly shocked at your shriek.

“Are you okay?” Beomgyu slurry asked, playing it cool while he discreetly wipes his finger into his handkerchief. You glared at him, sighing as you adjusted your position in the backseat. The uncomfortable mess between your thighs made you wince, internally praying that none of them notice anything.

“Yeah, kid. What was that?” Your step father butted in, turning his head to check the situation. The worst part is, you could feel Soobin’s burning looks at your side. So, you pulled Beomgyu’s jacket on your lap to hide any signs of the indecency you were doing while he was asleep.

“Nothing,” Your tone grew small, still unable to gather your breath, “I hit my toe in mom’s seat.”

The man in front huffed as he laughed at your excuse. You felt sorry for lying to your step father, but there is no better excuse for what really happened. Timidly fixing the hem of your shorts under the jacket before giving Beomgyu a short glance, only to see that he was already watching your every move with a cunning smile on his face.

He is really making it hard for you to forget who he is to you.

FLUSHED CHEEKS, SWOLLEN LIPS, AND AN AWARD-WORTHY SWEATING FACE. That is how you looked in front of the mirror. You just finished cleaning up yourself, even shuddering at the sight of your soiled panties with what Beomgyu did to you. He offered his jacket before you went into the cranked-up bathroom of a gas station, which was indeed helpful to hide the big wet patch in the fabrics of your shorts.

Leaning into the sink, you mindlessly washed your hands, still in the moment of what happened in the backseat. This doesn’t answer why he—they choose to ignore you, if ever, it even made you more puzzled on what the hell is going on in their minds. Soobin is still not talking to you, but you have that gut feeling that he is aware of what happened. Beomgyu and his blabbermouth are the worst combinations of all time.

You took a shallow exhale before you opened the door, only to find the man in your thoughts waiting for you outside. Soobin was leaning on the wall, his attention swiftly going from his phone to your stunned figure. His eyes roamed into your body, scoffing to himself when he noticed you were still wearing Beomgyu’s jacket.

“What took you so long?” His tone is laced with annoyance, catching you off-guard. “Sorry?” You replied, not knowing how to act around him. This is the first time in two weeks that you two have interacted with talking included, of course you cannot just treat him with no indifference.

“They are in the convenience store,” Soobin chirped, lazily walking to your back. He placed his large palms on your shoulder, making you violently flinch from how strange it feels. You heard a soft hum behind you, before your step brother began to exert enough force to make you walk. “I was tasked to fetch you.”

The position you two are in probably look dumb, but you couldn't care less. What your mind focuses on is the fact that Soobin was once again acknowledging you, and actually touching you, too. And, you cannot deny that him controlling your body has altered some thoughts in your mind. More so, his hands on your shoulders brought electrifying feelings on your tensed body. Your heart is at rapid beat, shoving away those luscious ideas about last two weeks ago.

It was just Soobin, for Christ's sake.

Beomgyu was laughing with your parents when you two arrived, hands busy with the ice cooler that they probably bought. They were about to head out of the store, making you realize how much time you spent inside the bathroom. Soobin then stood beside you, getting their attention. Beomgyu’s brows creased when he saw you two standing side to side. Clearing his throat before he made a fake smile.

“So, where should I place this bigass cooler?” He spoke, with his eyes still on you and Soobin. Your mother giggled at his use of words, “That's the thing, the trunk is already full.” Her words were followed by silence, but then, the three of them suddenly turned to you. Clueless about what they are trying to imply, you raised both of your hands to surrender.

Your mother gave you a sweet smile, walking towards you before lowering down your arms. “Honey, you don't mind sitting on your brother's lap, right?” Your cheeks heat up at her question, instantly looking up to Soobin who looks completely unbothered about what is happening.

“Don't worry, we will arrive in thirty minutes,” Your step dad backed up, his arms wrapping around your mom’s waist. “We just need a place for the ice cooler.” He continued, which made you take a second look at the thing Beomgyu was carrying. It is indeed big—even wider than your frame.

“Well,” You tried to form an excuse, not wanting to turn this thing between you three more awkward than it is. “Can, I don't know, Beomgyu? Can Beomgyu sit on his best friend’s lap instead?"

Beomgyu obnoxiously chuckled at your suggestion, turning to your parents to offer his. “Or she can sit on my—”

His suggestion was cutted off when Soobin huffed beside you, scratching his brow in annoyance. “No one will hold the ice cooler during the ride,” He reasoned out, now staring at your embarrassed state like he is studying your reaction. “It won’t hurt a fly, come on.” Your head tilted in pure confusion, jaw dropping on the floor as you watched them head on the car one by one without seeking any further solution.

Your step brother left the door open on his side, waiting for you to enter after he assisted Beomgyu in placing the cooler between them. If you could turn the sighs you made this morning alone to cash, you probably earned enough to book a ticket far away from these two. With a grumpy face, you tentatively entered the vehicle, carefully placing yourself on Soobin's lap.

Goosebumps filled your body when you promptly felt his crotch on the plush of your ass, instinctively adjusting your position to sit on his thighs. You turned to make sure if he is still okay, but Soobin already had his eyes on the road. Then, your gaze catched Beomgyu, who was analyzing your position from head to toe with one arm wrapped around the container beside him. His eyes are dark and unreadable, even rolling back at his best friend before plugging back his earphones.

As much as you hate it, you return your attention to Soobin, “Are you comfortable?” You questioned, holding on the headrest of the seat in-front of you to maintain your balance. He replied with a short nod, his whole attention laid on the view outside. Thus, you were taken aback when his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you close.

“Soobin,” You called his name in shock, frail body melting into his warmth. In a beat, his heavy bulge brushed behind you, making you sit up straight. Truthfully, you are having a hard time squirming above him while he is firmly gripping your body. Soobin hummed as a response, one hand now resting on your thigh.

Your heart heaps abnormally at his small gesture, blinking at him as you continue to fidget on his lap, still unsatisfied with how you are placed between his legs. “Are you really comfortable?” He then shifts his attention to you, deadpanning as if you do not have the rights to question him of some sort. “You gained some weight, but it's alright.” You scoffed at his answer, causing a small tug of smile formed into his lips.

Harsh rebuttal hangs on your lips when the car goes into a hump, making you leap and abruptly drop your whole weight into the man below you. A loud groan came from him, his hold on your flesh getting tighter.

“The hell, dad?” He exclaimed, fixing your position above him to make sure it won't occur again. In this way, you are now perfectly seated on the shape of his length, which made your over-sensitive pussy throb. “Sorry, son. Didn't notice the bump,” The older man said, putting up his sunglasses to get a clear view of the road.

The way you could feel yourself getting riled up by sitting on your step brother's cock shot a straight pang of guilt into your chest. You knew that this must be viewed with no malice—you two are step siblings in the first place. Plus, he was just trying to help the whole family in this situation; nothing more, nothing less.

But still, it is getting impossible for you to just set aside those obscene ideas about Soobin, especially now that he has grown into someone that you could barely recognize. And, no matter how annoying he could be, Beomgyu was right about that day when you were looking for Soobin.

You indeed like your step brother that way.

Maybe that is why you have formed a deep attraction to Beomgyu ever since Soobin introduced him to your family. Because he is the closest available person that resembles what your heart and mind truly yearns for—your step brother.

Falling into deep thought, your body began to move on its own accords. You tugged your lips as you slowly grind your hips on his length, once again praying that no one pays attention to what you were doing. Deep inside of you knew that you shouldn't be doing this, but this might be the last time you could get this close to him.

Soobin shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before you felt his chest leaning on to your back. “Can you stay still?” He sternly whispered in your ear, making your pulse pace rapidly. You glanced at him, heedfully humping on his undeniably huge bulge. His grasp on your waist grew firmer, almost squishing your flesh as you could feel his cock pulsating below you.

“I am not doing anything,” You mumbled, voice barely above whisper to keep the conversation between you. He smirked at your weak defense, his hand on your thigh swiping upwards, separating them by force. “Really?” Your step brother taunts, leaving your whole system to shiver.

The man behind you even rested his chin on your shoulder, bringing his face closer to yours. “I can literally feel how wet you are in my shorts.” He gritted, earning a soft gasp from you as your walls clenched on air. You gave everyone a brief glance before you pressed your ass harder on his bulge.

It is too late to back out now, anyway.

You could feel how his throat grumbles on your shoulder, with his breaths getting heavier. Cautiously, you gave your hips a gentle twist, humping into his thick cock deliciously. Your grip into the seat tightens, lips parted at how his bulge continues to rub your aching pussy.

His hand helped in giving you pleasure, fingers now creeping inside Beomgyu's jacket just to reach your clothed pussy. A light chuckle came from him when he realized how wet your shorts and panties are, smugly looking at you while also checking the other people in the car.

After seeing they are still busy at their own businesses, he leaned in directly to your ear. “Is this what happens when you get ignored for two weeks, hm?” He sneered, one finger now brushing on your panties in up and down motion. “You turn into a slut who's eager for my attention?” The tone of his voice tickles something in your brain, making you mindlessly nod at his words.

Your ears are burning from anxiety while his finger swiftly torture your covered clit, putting you back on the situation you are in almost an hour ago. Him and his best friend—who was still hugging the cooler with his eyes closed—really do think alike. It's no wonder why they flock together.

“Bin—” Soft whimpers came from you when he began to draw small circles on your pussy, head throwing back on his shoulder as the pleasure became unbearable. “Shhh,” Soobin's eyes remained on the surroundings, while his hips also started to rock itself in your back. “Quiet, you do not want to ruin dad's daily radio session, right?” You were stunned at his reminder, swallowing down the delicate moans that kept rumbling on your throat.

The slow, circular movement became frantic, clumsy motions, pushing you into the edge of his lap. One hand even flew to cover your mouth, coughing loudly just to conceal those slip-up whimpers. You could feel the sweet build-up in your pent-up abdomen when the car went into a halt.

“We’re here!”

You momentarily sat up straight, the palm covering your mouth shooing Soobin's sneaky hand to compose yourself. After taking a deep exhale, you gave him a glance. His eyes are sharp and deep, evidently irritated at the interruption his father has made. Your sex thumped at the sight of him, unable to maintain eye contact with how intense his looks are.

Thus, your attention went to the other side—where you saw Beomgyu. Who was once again already staring at you. He was wearing his familiar smug face that you now start to hate, as it makes him look like he knew something he shouldn't and he is thriving because of it.

Baffled at what had happened in the span of two hours, all you could do is ponder on what awaits you in the following days.

“THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOUR DAD AND I WENT INTO A STARGAZING DATE.”

It has been an hour since you have arrived into the cabin. Your parents decided to give you an hour to adjust and fix your things into your assigned rooms, giving you time to take a quick shower to freshen yourself after that two men bombarded you with their fingers.

Now wearing a yellow summer dress, you could still feel their forbidding touch into your skin. Even if they once again do not talk to you after the ride, treating you like you are just part of the air they breathe.

Not that you mind—well, you actually do, anyway—but one of them literally had their fingers deeply inserted in your walls and the other one humped your ass while you were seated on his lap. So, what the hell are they even on?

After an hour, your parents called the three of you for what they call a cabin tour. Soobin even commented that it sounds too cheesy, but you all have nothing to do in this house anyway. You are all now standing on the patio, silently judging your parents as they take their time reminiscing about their old days in this exact area.

“Okay, we get it,” Beomgyu suddenly voiced out, one arm draped on Soobin’s shoulder while the taller one was staring blankly at the scene. They were standing almost a foot away from you, triggering you at most. “You guys are the perfect couple.” Both of your parents laughed at his sarcastic remark, “Oh, Beomie, of course we are!” Your mother replied, locking arms with your step father beside her.

Soon, they lead you into the kitchen. The cabin was modernly designed, but it still gives that cozy, rural-vibe feeling with the earth-tone bricks and open spaces. “Oh, right, before we forgot,” Your mom faced the three of you with that sickening motherly smile, “We need to drop by the nearby town to buy some supplies, would you three be okay here?”

You have known your mother since birth, and you knew that this trip to town she was saying has an underlying agenda. This overall family retreat even has another specific goal to begin with—to reconcile both of their children. You knew that. And, you also knew that the sweet smile plastered on her face is a trap, because she knew no one would say no to her.

“We could help—” Soobin tried to compromise, but his father stopped him in an instant.

“No, you guys stay here and rest—or talk about anything!” Soobin grumpily sighed at his father's obvious hints, also aware that they are planning something that unbeknownst to the three of you. Beomgyu broke the silence, faking a cackle before he clasps his hands.

“Oh, sure! You guys take your time.” He cheered, nudging Soobin with his shoulder that made the older roll his eyes and defeatedly nod his head. Your arms crossed in front of your chest, raising a brow to your mom that made her smile falter for a bit.

“We won't take long, plus there is still something for you to do! You guys are free to explore the lake behind the cabin if you want to!” Your mom ensues, pulling the man beside her to exit your questioning gaze.

“You kids have fun!” Your step father shouted before the two of them went back to the garage. Another silence stretched into the kitchen. And, in all honesty, you do not know if you want to thank your parents for this set-up and giving you an opportunity to clarify everything or curse them for leaving you alone with these two.

Minutes passed, no one still dared to speak. You being confused in their action is an understatement, you are gone bewildered at this point. Shaking your head in disappointment, you were about to head out the scene when a hand pulled you back.

“Where are you going?” Beomgyu asked, gripping your wrist gently. Your cheeks reddened at his question, your heart palpitating when you saw both of them rigidly staring at you. There they go again, tearing your mind apart by their questionable actions.

“My room?” You answered, having enough of their combined bullshits. Beomgyu smirked at you, before giving Soobin a glance. He then stepped closer, going over your space like he owns it.

“Boo, that's depressing,” He jeered, walking towards your back while both his palms found your shoulder. “Why not join us by the lake?” His low whisper sent shivers on your skin, eyes darted to your step brother who was leaning on the counter with his arms locked together.

“We are actually going?” Soobin questioned, causing the younger to chuckle. “Indeed we are,” He cheered, hands gradually brushing your arms until his palms found your waist. “Right, sunshine?” Beomgyu has always been the best at playing the perfect tease, and your body reacts to it satisfactorily.

As if you are automated, your head turns when you hear his favorite nickname to use. “Uhm…” Your stomach churned when you now noticed that Soobin is looking at you from head to toe, dull eyes watching Beomgyu’s hands on your body. “Yeah?” The guy behind you whispered, causing your throat to dry.

You do not know what lies ahead if you agree to come with them, but you do know that you want to get at the bottom of this mess. This gives you an opportunity, yet of course, these two men are beyond unpredictable. Leaving you conflicted on what you should do.

“You know you want to,” Your step brother suddenly walked up in front of you, fingers finding their way to fix the strayed strands of your hair. “We will just talk.” The beats of your heart are nearly audible in your ear, allured at how he sounded like he meant every word he uttered.

Despite the lingering hesitation, your body had betrayed you. Gesturing a small nod to the gentlemen you are with.

Beomgyu giggled before giving your waist a slight squish, while Soobin started to lead the way into the backdoor. You could almost foresee where this decision would lead you, but still, you gave them the benefit of the doubt.

The sun was already blazing when you arrived at the greenery, warm air brushing into your skin like a gentle warning. Your nose was filled with the tree's wooden musk combined with the lake's musty, grassy scent. From afar, you noticed a flourishing oak, with a picnic mat laying under its shadow.

“Too much for setting us up,” You whispered, mentally reminding yourself that you need to talk to your mother after this. Beomgyu seems to realize the situation a little too late, utterly puzzled why there was a prepared spot for the three of you to talk.

Soobin made his way into the mat, heart-shaped lips in an irritable pout as he removed his slippers. “What are you two waiting for?” He then asked, sitting on the mat while he rested his back on the oak's trunk. The man beside you gave you a light push, urging you to remove your flip-flops and sit from the farthest side of the mat.

Beomgyu soon followed, man-splaining his legs into the mat that took half of the space. They seemed too calm and unbothered, which is a dangerous sign that you must take note. Both of them are looking at gentle swells of the lake, giving each other short glances from time to time.

Realizing that they already did their boys talk, you blew a deep sigh before kneeling on the mat to gather their attention. “I thought we were gonna talk?” Your question made Soobin sit properly, while Beomgyu smirked within himself. There is something about their gaze that you cannot quite comprehend, but it makes you squirm in your place.

“Well,” The brown haired boy scoots over your seat, crawling to reach your figure. His lean frame managed to block out Soobin from your sight, now kneeling in front of you whilst his hand went to cup your cheek. You flinched at his touch, gulping at his unannounced actions. “What is there to talk about, sunshine?”

Your forehead creased at his question, feeling personally invalidated with his approach in this regard. “What do you mean that—”

“What is there to talk about when I could just show you instead?”

The screws of your brain barely understood what he meant when he leaned in for a kiss. Lips instantly swaying on top of yours that caused you to softly whimper. The way they move is rough and clumsy, pressing on yours as if he is inhaling every breath in your lungs. Panic formed into your chest, hands finding his shoulders to pull away yet he is much stronger. He even brought you closer, arms snaking on your waist while his tongue began to find its way in your mouth.

In a daze, you cannot help but dance your lips against his. Beomgyu's hand gradually roamed into the curve of your ass, making you gasp in a strange feeling. For then, he seized that chance to suck your lower lip, a moan casually slipping past your lips. You are in the moment when you feel another pair of hands in your back, spreading sensation in your weakling body.

For then you remembered, you two are not alone. Your step brother was watching throughout the process of your drool exchange with his best friend.

Snapping back to reality, you managed to push Beomgyu with enough force, causing him to abruptly sit on the mat. You took a sharp inhale before turning back to look at Soobin—who is glaring at the man in front of you.

“You really need to work on your patience, Gyu.” The blonde taunts, resting his chin on your shoulder before his arms begin to hug you from behind. “This is not what we have talked about.”

Intently lost at his words and overly flustered at what is happening, you were about to question them when your step brother's hands started to travel on your exposed legs. You tried to clutch his hands but Beomgyu managed to catch yours, hastily gripping it with one hand. There was nothing you could do when Soobin started to pull up the fabrics of your dress, heart pumping frantically in anticipation.

“Look at me,” The man in front of you suddenly spoke, pinching your chin to force your face. “You will let us use you, right?” Beomgyu teased, leaving a peck on your lips before biting your lip once more. You winced at his action, but it soon turned into a pathetic moan when you felt your brother's slender fingers near your cloathed wet cunt.

Soobin chuckled at your sounds, giving your inner thigh a light slap. “Come on, answer him.” A small ouch came from you, jolting at the sting of your skin. You could have sworn that he almost sounded like a different person, and that gave you enough adrenaline rush to nod at his best friend's question.

A wide smile formed in Beomgyu’s lips, even giving you a gentle head pat. “Very good answer, angel,” He mumbled, adoration flooding his brown eyes. His deep voice plus the heavenly nickname made you twitch, clamping your thighs together as you grew uncomfortable with the growing slick of your sex. “Now, give your brother a turn.”

Your heart was nearly escaping your ribcage when you heard his command. Hesitantly, you turned to fully face Soobin, who was now sitting with his legs crossed. You didn't even notice that he already retrieved his hands with your mind being too clouded with Beomgyu's words.

The blonde extended his hand out, wearing an unreadable expression. He looked uninterested, but at the same time, you could see the spark of excitement in his orbs. It made your drenched pussy pulse in delight, biting your swollen lip before slowly accepting his hand and placing yourself on his lap.

Your heart swelled at the sight of him below you. There is no point denying that you have imagined this exact scene many times—and, being able to finally see it just added more heat in your abdomen. His wide palm rested on your hips for support, pupils intently studying your face from your eyes to your lips.

Falling deep into your needs, you went in to kiss his plump lips. Soobin immediately accepted your advances, one hand flying to your nape to deepen the kiss. Muffled sounds came from you, hips mindlessly reacting by subtly grinding itself on his. The delicious friction that came from it made the both of you moan, tongues colliding in sync that almost suffocates you.

“Fuck,” You heard a voice on your side, before you felt a hand on your shoulder, forcefully pulling you out from Soobin's drowning kisses. “I can’t wait,” Beomgyu breathes before his lips once again find their way into yours. A whine escapes your throat, unable to keep up from how torrid he is moving on your lips.

Soobin didn't even bother to scold him, not when he is now busy peeling the straps of your dress. Your mind begins to feel torn at the overwhelming feelings they are giving to your body, brain unable to focus on what you should think about first—Beomgyu's hot tongue swirling past your lips or Soobin's fingers that are on their way of exposing your tits.

The humid air hits your chest the moment your step brother pulls down the built-in pads of your dress, freeing your mounds with your nipples perked up. “Fucking knew these were perfect.”

You moaned between Beomgyu's torrid kiss, giving his wet muscle more access inside your mouth. A choked-up sound left you when he shoved his tongue into you, shared drool slipping past your lips.

You haven't moved on from the feeling of Beomgyu's tongue deep in your throat when you felt Soobin's warm breath near your nipple. A surge of luscious sensation fills your nerves, one hand going to the brunette’s shoulder and rapidly tapping it as a sign that you are running out of air.

Thankfully, he received it well, only for his lips to drop to your jaw. You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your neck. An airy gasp left you when the man below you began to roll his tongue on your bud, drawing slow circles on it before harshly sucking it. As if they always think alike, Beomgyu did the same thing on your neck, even leaving feathery kisses on the mark he just left.

It just got worse when Soobin started to move his hips below you, tripling the pleasure you are receiving from them. His other hand also went to caress your untouched mound, pinching your nipple before rolling his thumb on it.

“Mhhmpph, w–wait…” One of your hands went to Soobin's blonde locks, overstimulated limbs trying to stay aware of what the two of them were doing to your body. Beomgyu cackled on your pleas, stopping for one second to remove his shirt before getting back on leaving trails of kisses on your shoulder.

“Sorry, sunshine,” He mumbled between his pecks, “Mom and dad will come back soon, we can't have them seeing us like this…” Worry filled your weary insides, cheeks burning at the thoughts of being caught in the act by your own parents. However, those cohesive thoughts began to disperse when Soobin suddenly bit your bud, abruptly screaming out of pain.

Your step brother briefly giggled against your flesh, peppering your boobs with pliant kisses as a silent apology. He then pulled out, for then Beomgyu called his attention.

“Wanna eat her out?” The brunette suggested, talking too casually as if you are not listening in between them. This halted Soobin's hips, obviously considering what his best friend just said. “One of the best I had, believe me.”

The heat of your body amplified at his remarks, getting more and more embarrassingly drenched. The blonde gave you a short glance, eyes as twice as determined the last time you saw it. He gave your lips a peck before guiding your body to hop out his lap.Trying to remember what you did with Beomgyu, you were about to lay down when he suddenly stopped you. Momentarily confused, you blinked at him—only for a devilish smirk to form in his face.

“Sh–Shouldn't I lay—”

“There are other ways to do it,” He explained, eyes darting into your plush chest that are presented in front of him. “Plus, where is the fun if he is the only one who gets his share?”

Soobin huffed at his friend's nuances, fixing his position before laying on his back. Not knowing what to do, your arm tried to cover your breast while giving them confused looks. Beomgyu fetched your hand in your chest, pulling you up so you could kneel.

“Sit on your brother’s face,” Your eyes dilated at his order, heart pounding as you gaze at the blonde who was already ready. Heart pounding, there is nothing you could do when the younger guy assisted you to place yourself in Soobin's face.

The fabrics of your yellow dress covered his head. Your mind was partly worried if your step brother could still properly breathe between your thighs, half of it unable to function anymore by how stimulated you have been for the last couple of minutes. Stings of whine left you when his breath reached your aching cunt, shuddering at the tingling feeling.

Beomgyu still has his hand supporting you, also kneeling in the mat while his hand fumbles on the button of his shorts. You want to keep yourself aware of what he is doing but your eyes inevitably close shut when Soobin's lips begin to leave tiny kisses on your cloathed pussy, nails digging into Beomgyu's palm as you also feel his tongue drenching your ruined undies.

“Haah, Soob—” Your other hand almost went to his hair but the man in front of you caught it. Lost at what happened, your eyes fluttered open—only to see Beomgyu with his thick, erect cock whipped out of his shorts. Mouth gaping at the sight, panic clawed in your throat when he led your hand into the base of his length.

All of those directions he gave you before turned blurry as you cannot seem to focus, especially now that Soobin is constantly licking your slick through your panties. Beomgyu seemed to notice, ragged breaths leaving him as he guided your hand up and down his cock.

“Remember what I taught you, sunshine?” You could feel fire running in your skin with how sultry he sounds, getting more turned on when he spat directly on his tip which also hit your skin. Strained groans came from him the moment you start jerking his cock on your own, fist in a deliberate pace.

Beomgyu hissed when at warmth of his saliva, perfectly coating his girth with the help of your palm. He then stepped two steps backward, giving you enough space to bend your upper body and for your mouth to reach his dick. The way his veins pulsate under the brush of your hand feeds your longing ego, fixing your position above Soobin's face so that you could suck the younger without any hindrance.

Now in all-fours, you could see Beomgyu's dark eyes focused on the curve of your back in your peripheral vision. “Such a good sister,” The brunette snickered, once again giving you a soft pat in the head. “Serving me while letting her brother eat her out.” Your cunt throbbed at his words, and even shortly froze when Soobin swayed enough fabrics of your panties. Letting the humid brush into your trembling pussy lips.

You could feel your juices dripping into your thighs when your step brother starts to suck into your clit, lapping it like it is the sweetest treat he ever tried. Mouth shaping into an O in every moan you voice, Beomgyu quickly turned it into a chance to thrust his cock into your lips.

Heedless with his movement, you failed to accommodate his thick cock in one go, audibly gagging around it. The younger vilely laughed at your state of misery, pulling out his length just to check if you are still able to use your airway.

“Too much? You already got it the first time.” He joked, nastily smudging his precum into your parted lips. There is a part of you that wants to defend yourself, but your mind kept slipping up with the way Soobin is using his tongue to torture your sopping pussy. You were unconsciously grinding your hips to his face, the grip you have on Beomgyu’s cock getting tighter.

Trying to regain yourself, you gaped your lips to take his tip to give it a light kiss. You felt him shudder at your touch, getting more excited to show him more. With your tongue, you gave his cockhead a swirl, slowly taking in the salty taste of his liquid. Your hand once again moved to jerk his length, helplessly breathing through your nose as Soobin’s pace in making out with your poor cunt grew rapidly.

“Bet you kept dreaming about that day, huh?” Beomgyu's tone is laced with cockiness, his hips began to follow the direction of your fist pumping his dick. You were about to push yourself deep into his inches when you uncontrollably yelped at Soobin's wide tongue rigorously swiping into your slit.

Once again failing to take him in, the brunette took charge of forcing you to swallow his entire cock. He impatiently thrust his length midway, grunting at the warmness of your mouth coating him. Even on the verge of choking, you now managed to appropriately suck his cock, tongue wiggling slightly just to add pleasure.

The coil on your abdomen went unbearable with how the both of them are treating your body—especially Soobin, who is poking your feeble bud with the tip of his tongue. Your moans were muffled around Beomgyu's wide girth, sending luscious vibration into the younger who has his head thrown back.

In desperation for more friction, you also began to move your hips to ride your step brother's tongue. However, he firmly gripped your thighs, stopping you from moving your lower region. “Easy, sis,” He gritted below you, so airy and deep that it almost went past your ears. “You can't cum just yet.”

Another set of drools escaped your mouth as you tried to form a reply to Soobin while your mouth was still stuffed with Beomgyu’s dick. You could feel the younger’s eagerness to fit his whole size until he reached the back of your throat but he knew that you were too fragile for him to push further. Thus, he held into your cheeks, barely controlling himself so you wouldn't suffocate while sucking him.

His breaths became uneven, chest heaving as your fist started to twist around his base. “Shit, angel,” He purrs, hips rattling on your face. “Fuck, that is so good. Don't suck it too hard.”

The pace of his hips began to grow faster, not even minding if your teeth are grating into his veins. You could feel his hand travelling into your hair, grasping into your strands with delicate force to keep himself grounded.

With your mouth busy with Beomgyu's cock, you have failed to notice the shift in Soobin's position below you. Slowly adjusting himself to stoop lower and reach your quivering hole. You violently coughed around the dick on your mouth you felt the tip of his tongue prodding it, thighs unhelpfully clamping themselves on your step brother's face.

“You good, baby?” The younger asked, putting finger on your chin and giving it a lift, causing his girth to slip out your lips. You looked thoroughly wrecked under his touch, tears forming into your eyes when you felt Soobin giving your tweaking hole a quick lick. The tense feeling on your abdomen went rigid, wanton moans coming out your lips before riding his wet muscle that is in an up and down direction.

Beomgyu grinned at the sight, bright eyes watching how scandalous you look while you humping your step brother's tongue. This view of you goes beyond every porn and hentai he had binge watched with the guy, even better now that they are both experiencing it first hand.

“Gonna cum on your brother's tongue, sunshine?” He taunts, a proud smile resting on his lips like it is a deserving award that he had turned you into some kind of slut. His smile grew wider when you frantically nodded your head, tongue nearly lollying out like a poor dog with how much of a pleasurable torment Soobin's tongue is giving you.

The feeling of your pussy being lapped by your brother while you prettily sit on his face with his best friend stimulating you with his words is beyond what you had imagined. And, with thought of how good it must be to cum on Soobin's mouth has sent you to the edge, splurging hot, sticky liquids straight into his tongue.

Your frail body has collapsed under the intense surge of uncomfortable slick running down your thighs. Luckily, Beomgyu was there to support your figure, too weak to even remove yourself in the older's face. He guided you to rest on his lap, freeing his best friend between your thighs.

Soobin then sat up, thumb brushing in his bottom lip as traces of your wetness trails down his chin. He offered a sly smile, before sucking in the remaining essence to make sure nothing was wasted.

It made him a hundred times glorious as he already is. And, it is making your nerves hypersensitive with how your pussy began to uncontrollably throb at the mere sight of him.

The subtle twitches of your body didn't go past Beomgyu's eyes, hands snaking into your dress to completely peel off your panties. Goosebumps run through your body when the warm air directly hits your cunt, tweaking into the younger's arms.

“Fuck, Bin, look at this.” He then blurted, both palms forcing your thighs to open wide. “She is hungry, don't you think?”

Intrigued, Soobin followed the direction of this friend. And, being the one you could visibly see, you were at awe with the sudden change in his face. His tempting, dulled pupils went focused and dark, with his jaw tightening alluringly.

Before you could even focus on what Beomgyu is doing on your body, your gaze went down to your step brother's soiled shorts, with his big bulge evidently begging to be freed. To be fair, you have always known that Soobin was big—even bigger than his friend. Aside from catching him watching pornographic anime, you have once seen him jerking himself with his door left ajar.

He has a girth that could stretch your hole wide without filling you with his whole length. Realizing that you are obviously eyeing his crotch, his fingers began to fumble within the garters of his shorts. Your heart was rigorously hammering in excitement, hips moving by itself just to seek for any friction.

As you were sitting on his lap, Beomyu took the chance to rub himself in your leaking clit. The delicious grind felt perfect for your needy cunt, back leaning into his chest while your eyes remained to your step brother who was now slowly fisting his erect cock.

“So wet for us, baby,” The brunette whispered behind you, subtly aligning his cock into your hole. Broken moans left you, chunks of tears sliding in your cheeks as you felt overly sensitive with how his tip teased your beaten pussy. Soobin was about to crawl his way to the both of you when his phone suddenly rang.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, instinctively sitting straight but Beomgyu went to press you closer to his body. The protest you had turned into an audible whine the moment you felt Beomgyu leisurely entering your walls, filling you up while he is looking at his friend who is double thinking if he should answer the call or not.

Soobin, who was turning impatient that the younger was once again taking charge without him, hurriedly answered the call of your mother. A loud scream scratched your throat when Beomgyu pushed you down his entire length without letting your poor pussy adjust, forcing Soobin to drop the call in an instant.

“The fuck was that?” He howled, tightly gripping his phone while glaring at Beomgyu who was smirking at your reaction. His cock was perfectly seated inside you, momentarily twitching when you once again helplessly whined under his touch.

Not minding his pissed off friend on the other side of the mat, his hand flew in both of your hips, wholly supporting your tired body. “This pussy hasn't changed one bit,” Beomgyu growled, strained groans leaving him when your pussy clamped his cock the moment he moved. “But we really need to stay quiet this time, can you do that?” He added, palm diligently travelling to the curve of your mounds to give it a squish.

The phone began to ring again, but now that you are once again under the mercy of Beomgyu's thick and heavy cock, your mind was already shutting down to even care. Soobin let out an irritated huff, carelessly answering the screen while keeping his eyes on the lewd scene in front of him.

“Hello?” He breathes airy, one palm still firm around his cock. Your mom's cheerful tone was barely heard from the other side, making your brother roll his eyes. You cannot deny that this situation has made you fired up, causing your puffy cunt to spill out liquids that made the guy behind you giggle.

“You really like it when we are on the verge of being caught, don't you?” His tone was filled with mockery, hips gradually moving below you that caused his cock to reach deeper. “Does all of this seem familiar, angel?” He grilled, busying his fingers on your nipple. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your moans to avoid getting caught.

“Yeah, the loud scream was hers, she was hanging out with us in the lake,” You watched as Soobin's fist went faster, in awe with how composed he is on the phone. The beat of your heart flourished when your eyes met, with a cunning smile sitting in his lips. “Of course she was having fun.”

The younger soon caught up with your short exchange with Soobin, using his hand on your chest to cup your cheeks and force you to face him. “One cock is not enough for you?” He hissed, before pulling you into an aggressive kiss.

“Hmmpff—” Your whines are muffled while Beomgyu swallows them, “Such a whore for our attention,” He mumbled between the kiss, erratic breaths leaving him now that he is picking up the pace.

Soobin throwed burning daggers at your exposed body enveloped in Beomgyu's arms, “We are good with anything, you two decide.” His tone went bored, poking his inside cheek as tried to remain calm as he played with his tip. This is totally one of your differences, he knows how to handle himself well while you are wholly messed up.

“You are on your way back now?” Your hand flew to cover your mouth when Beomgyu shifted his angle, hitting that spongy spot that made your toes curl. Despite the fact that Beomgyu is literally devouring your lips, you tried to listen to the conversation Soobin was having with your mom. The mixture of guilt, embarrassment, and neediness reigns on your chest, eyes hot and blurry with tears of pleasure.

“15 minutes? Okay, take care,” That was the last thing you heard before you the younger let go of your face, pulling out from the kiss. A raspy groan left him when he noticed how swollen your lips are, even looking at him with those glassy eyes he adores.

“I might really cum if you continued looking at me like that,” He mumbled, halting his hips before looking at his friend—who was already killing the younger with his eyes.

“Learn how to share, fuckass.” The blonde then proceeds to kneel in front of you. His palms landed on your trembling thighs, only to see how puffy your pussy turned after being filled up by his best friend. Your heart almost stopped beating with the way he touched you, chest heaving as you cannot foresee what his next action would be.

Beomgyu cackled at the older's comment, fingers on your nipple began to give it a gentle twist that made you wince. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” He notoriously asked, chin now resting on your shoulder. Having no clue what they are talking about, you unconsciously clutched your step brother's hand, anxiously gulping when he just gave you a smirk.

“Give her to me,” Soobin then ordered, throwing you into deep confusion. Just like an object they possess, you were passed into one lap to another. Your shaky hands are placed into the blonde's broad shoulders, still searching for an answer in his eyes.

You were still drowned in his intense stare when you felt a tip prodding on your loose hole, shivering with how sensitive you are after being pounded not so long ago. “Still good?” He momentarily assures, and after a half-minded nod, his cock begins to rip you open.

There was something about Soobin that you cannot point out, something that itches your body's needs in the perfect way possible. Your heavenly fused moans are scattered in the greenery, walls tightly hugging his cock as it was easier to take him in after Beomgyu's dick prepped you beautifully.

“Shit, your cunt is suffocating me,” His words are impossibly heard by how strained his voice is. You were no better, worn out throat now only able to create mumble sounds after all the moaning. He was almost fully in when you felt another tip from behind. In instant panic, you turned to Beomgyu, who has been peppering your shoulder with weary kisses.

“W–Wait, I cannot—”

“Shhh, they are coming back soon so we need to hurry.”

Soft sobs left your lips, head nuzzling into your step brother's neck as the younger starts to tear your walls past its limit. Soobin huskily exhaled at the feeling of his friend's cock slowly grinding into his, yet still managed to draw small circles on your thighs as he coos at you.

Which was what you could consider as an act out of character.

“A bit more, yeah?” He whispered into your ear, cock twitching at the sounds of your sniffs. Your hole was burning with how stretched it is, whole senses and nerves working overtime just to accommodate the two huge girth thrusting themselves. Your fists are turned into a ball, nails digging into your palm as you feel helpless in between them.

“Too much—Too full… Please…” Your pleas hurt the soul of one, but feeds the ego of the other. Beomgyu lowly chuckled when your cunt uncontrollably gushed out liquids, overstimulated with the cocks pulsating inside you.

“We'll move slow, yeah?” He then assured, hands on your hips like he is steadying you on what's to come. “Trust us.” His words and their idle heavy girth combined are enough to make you feel the familiar lewd build up in your lower stomach, sweat gliding into your temple with the thoughts of cumming for the second time this day.

You should have known better and not rely on his words, because the moment you nod your head, Soobin's thick cock began to ram his way into the depths of your cunt, earning a wrecked moan from you. Being the jerk he is, Beomgyu didn't back down as his hips snapped in the plush of your ass.

“Fuck, baby, this is the best day of my life,” The younger cheered, his lips going to your neck to leave love bites and marks all over your skin. The burdening pressure on your abdomen left you uneasy, mind almost blacking out with how they started to go at a rapid pace.

“Your pussy is lovely, sis,” Soobin snickered, one palm groping your tits as his hips rocked harder. “Beomgyu was right about you.” He continued, before his other hand on your thigh traveled to play with your swollen folds. The thoughts of him finally confirming that he knew about everything that happened on that day just made you more hazy, your sobs and moan fusing together that became music to their ears.

With the build-up of your release growing faster, you made the tiniest effort to meet their hips halfway. But giving up within seconds as you cannot catch up with how eager their movements are. “Cum… Haaaah—” You didn't manage to complete the word when the knot on your stomach snapped, coating their lengths with those hot, sticky juices.

Your whole body fluttered into Soobin's chest, fat chunks of tears dwelling in your eyes as they didn't stop torturing your poor cunt. Beyond the overwhelming feeling of cumming, you are thoroughly overstimulated with how their cockheads take turns bumping into that sweet spot that made your abused cunt gush out more liquid.

“You did well—Shit… Did well, baby… It's our turn now.”

Ragged breaths are heard on both of their mouths, evidently trying to chase their own high. Despite the pain of oversensitivity, you tried to help them by snugging both of their girth, a woeful whimper leaving you with how the veins of their cock tingles every nerve of your pent-up walls.

“Need to cum—fuck!” Beomgyu's curse filled the air the moment you felt a thick rope of cum pumping deep into your cunt, thighs quivering with how full you felt. The younger’s uneven exhales were fanning your reddening skin, even leaving another set of kisses while he rode down his high.

Soobin shook his head in disappointment, still busy drilling himself to your hole as he chased his own pleasure. “Impatient shit as always,” He grunts, head throwing back as his cock begins to flood your pussy with his own seed.

You rigidly shudder at the feeling of being stuffed with different cums, eyes tightly closed while you wearily gather your breaths. Soobin was the first to pull out, followed by Beomgyu who still has his lips latched on your skin. You hissed at the contact, face contorting into a grimace when you felt the mixture of cum pouring out to the wrinkled picnic mat.

Silence prevailed between the three of you, stuck in the position of nasty three-people sandwich who are drenched with cums and sweat. Soobin sighed as he pushed Beomgyu's head away from your neck, giving you some space to stretch your exhausted limbs.

“They are about to be back,” He announced, using the back of his hand to wipe out the scattered tears and sweat on your face. “We need to get into the lake.”

Confused, you sat up straight with your remaining strength. “Wait, why?” Your voice sounded too raw, throat too dry from everything you have done.“

They both thought that we were hanging out in the lake,” Your step brother kindly explained, yet the small tug in his lips left you restless. “Plus, you didn't think that we are done now, did you?”

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As someone who loves to take charge, Yeonjun can't help but bring the same attitude to your shared bed.

He said that he had a long day, and what he really needed right now is the warmth of your body while cuddling nicely on your scented sheets. Yet, it doesn't take so long for his hands to wander on the plush of your mounds, caressing them gently with the reason that it was a stress ball.

And the moment you let him do what he wants, there is absolutely no way you could stop his nuances. A few minutes after you agreed to cuddle him, you found yourself bare naked with him hovering your unguarded body.

"Fuck, look at these," Yeonjun breathes out, mouth evidently watering at the sight of your chest all tender and perfect for him to devour. "I could suck on these every day."

Yeonjun's mouth instantly found your perked nipple, lips teasing the soft part of your breast before he gave your bud a gentle suck. A gentle whine left your lips, trying to stifle the sounds with the back of your hand.

"Jjunie..." His nickname came out sultry when the satisfying pleasure surged in your nerves. He was playing with your nipples in the best way you could think of, making your aching pussy crave more.

"Hmmm?" Your boyfriend hummed into your nipple, making another sweet whimper pass through your throat. The vibrations of his voice left a satisfying feeling in your system. His tongue began to slide on your fibble bud, making your back arch subtly.

"What is it?" He gently asked, the lewd sounds of his mouth sucking your nipple filling in the room's quiet atmosphere. Yeonjun has always been considerate when it comes to you, but today—he seems different. He demands your body to react to him and stimulates your mind into thinking that this is what you need after a long day.

Feeling the delicious slide of his wet muscle on your bud, your thoughts began to scatter everywhere. The drowning pleasure of his mouth made you incapable of replying to him, your hand even flying to grasp his arms to cope with the overwhelming sensation.

For which he caught instantly, a large palm pinning your hands into the bed before you could even scratch his skin. Yeonjun didn't even bat an eye at you, solely focused on toying with your breasts as if they were the most delectable dish he had ever tasted.

"Yeonjun, hah—" You gasped audibly when his teeth gradually tugged your nipple, the pain mixed with an undeniable luscious feeling drove your mind into ecstasy.

"Shhh," Yeonjun tightened his grip on your hand before he licked his tongue into frantic, up and down movements that made it more sensitive than before. The worst part is, he was only focused on one bud, leaving the other aching and begging for his attention. Your drenched pussy was no different to it, feeling uncomfortable with your slick dripping out to your inner thighs.

Your moan became high-pitched when his tongue toyed with your nipple, causing him to lowly chuckle at how beautiful you sounded to his ears. Yeonjun was merely gratified by your reactions, but he knew this was only the beginning.

A warm glob of his saliva covered your chest when he started to use his lips to suck on your nipples harder. Beyond caring if you are already whiny and twitching below him.

You would never think that Kai takes his every word very seriously.

All of those surface assumptions about Kai being care-free and open about your relationship have led you here, harshly pressed down on a human-sized plushie with his cock drilling in your hole to fuck all the brattiness out of you.

He never gets angry at you. Never did, and never will. Or that's what you thought. Because out of the days you've been with him, he never lashed out or even voiced any discomfort when he sees you with another man.

Little did you know, he had bottled it all up in his chest. And seeing you offer a toy to another man is his last straw.

"Would you really give him this fucking plushie if I haven't seen you in the act, hm?" He roughly snarled, his hips harshly snapping behind you, which made you whine in pain and pleasure. The way his cock penetrates your walls is beyond what you can handle, your body jolting in every thrust of his hips into your flushed asscheeks.

You can't even bring yourself to answer him, not when you can feel his cock ramming into your walls with no remorse if he breaks you. And especially not when he has one of his feet resting in the back of your head, keeping you in your place.

Kai was never this rough to you. He knew how sensitive you could be when his length is deeply seated in your walls. He knew very well how your body reacts to him, and he maneuvers it at will.

Mind drowned in pleasure, Kai can't help but give your ass a harsh spank. Causing you to sharply squeal into the poor toy beneath you. You have been holding onto his foot that is pressing your head into the plushie, silently begging him to pity your frail body.

"Kai, baby... I won't do it—hah! Again..." You begged, voice cracking while his cock remained deeply buried into your gushy walls, wetting the fabrics of the plushie because of the uncontrollable tears slipping past your eyes. You could feel how your skin stings from how hard he is fucking you raw, turning you brainless and weeping under his mercy.

Your boyfriend proudly watched as your ass jiggles in his every thrust, even clutching your asscheek to toy with your hypersensitive body.

"You promise?" He breathlessly asked, positioning his hips at a different angle to reach within the deepest, most perfect spot of your pussy. And, with him hitting it from the back, it doesn't even take him seconds to poke that spongy spot that could make you wailing like a bitch in need of breeding.

"Pro—mpphmm! Promise!" Your hands started wandering in the air. Clearly torn if you want him to stop banging his hips on yours or you want him to fuck your hole senseless until your body shatters completely above the toy.

Kai can't help but chuckle at your delirious state, overly satisfied with how your pussy walls swallow his cock like a tight glove. For then, he lands another spank on your ass, erupting another raspy scream from you.

"You better," He grinned, rubbing the spot he just slapped before halting his hips. It momentarily gave a short time to gather your breath, but he then starts moving his foot resting on the back of your head. Making your whole body jolt with how weak you have been under him.

Tanned skin, broad shoulders and a criminally narrow waist that flashes beneath the flannel he wears over his tank top— all complimented by a face sculpted by the gods with clear love and care; a plump bottom lip that juts into a pout, tall nose and large eyes that scanned the room curiously— you first made eye contact after Kai let you in, your gaze instantly attracted to the makeshift halo given to him by the lamp he sat in front, his long black hair falling into his eyes. While you instantly looked away, intimidated by how attractive he was, you felt his gaze linger on you for a bit longer.

You let Kai take your hand and drag you to the couch across from this beautiful stranger; some random animated adult comedy show droned on in the background, the only light left after the lamp gets turned off, a few others already taking up space on the couches; you squeezed into the corner while Kai sat to your left, Soobin and Beomgyu taking up the rest of the space— they were nice and fun to talk to, but you only knew them through Kai; you learned it was more entertaining to watch them try to argue whilst high out of their minds.

Across from you, Kazuha and Yunjin wave at you— you were mutual friends through Kai, getting to know them through your econ class after you were paired together for a project; they introduce you to the friends they invited, Chaeryoung and Ryujin. Yeonjun has forfeited a seat on the couch in favor of sitting on the floor, hunched over the coffee table as he rolls up— when you greet him, he gives you a toothy grin, nodding behind him as he introduces you to his invited guest—

"Taehyun." Oh god, you have to try your best not to react too much as he greets you— a polite smile is all you can muster, because you fear anything more than that would give away the effect his mere voice already has on you. It's smooth and deep, with an unexpected gentleness in his tone despite the cool and standoffish front he has going on. You all fall silent, some paying attention to the television while you opt to watch Yeonjun finish rolling up the joint.

He works fast, his fingers nimble and clearly experienced; as much as you like to tease that his skill is concerning, you never turn down a smoke session when it's Yeonjun that's rolling up— you'd like to think that the extra care he puts in his joints add a little extra something that makes your high better. Not that you'd ever tell him that.

You're snapped out of your trance at the sound of Yeonjun calling your name; blinking owlishly, you find him holding out the finished joint and a lighter out to you, eyes tinted with an amused glint.

"Wanna start it off?" he asks— you suddenly feel everyone's eyes fall on you. "You look like you're dying for a hit."

"Am not," you scoff, yet take up the offer anyway; this earns a chuckle from Taehyun, who you can't help but become attuned to instantly. Placing the joint between your lips, you pray that you don't fumble lighting it up and make a fool of yourself in front of everyone.

Then again, it's hard to when you have Yeonjun's work in your hands— you quietly marvel at how quickly the joint lights up, taking a slow drag and watching the tip burn in response. You turn your head to the side to blow out the smoke before passing it over to Kai, settling back on the couch and turning your attention on the show that plays in the background.

As the joint makes its way back to you, a quiet conversation adds to the white noise; you talk about the semester and the finals that approach, listening to Yunjin rant animatedly about her cumulative calculus exam that's driving her up the wall, nodding along in sympathy. Beside you, Kai starts to complain about his job— hyping himself up by saying the same as always: "I'm gonna quit once this semester ends, I swear." The effects of the weed already seem to kick in as you can only muster a slightly slurred remark that he's a hypocrite that's been repeating the same thing for the past two years— when you stumble over your sentence one time too many, the group begins to laugh and you quietly scold yourself to shut the hell up.

It's been a while since you last smoked; you're definitely sure it's showing too, as you proceed to melt into the couch more while the others continue the conversation like nothing— at some point, the others start skipping you when passing the joint around.

Beomgyu and Soobin have started arguing again, something about League and their current rankings. While they have the world's most incomprehensible screaming match, Yunjin drags the girls up and to the kitchen, rambling off about how hungry she is— she turns to you to ask if you'd like to tag along, but when your bleary eyes meet hers and you give her a sluggish shake of your head, she leaves without a fight. Yeonjun trails after them at the reminder of food; beside you, Kai watches his friends fight with a small smile, taking a slow hit from the joint and leaning on your shoulder with a sigh. The two of you curl into each other, and while Kai laughs at the jabs the two throw at each other, you're left unsure of whether they're even speaking a language you know.

A chill runs through your body, and you instinctively turn to the couch across from you— your eyes meet with Taehyun's for the umpteenth time today, but in your high induced daze, you don't feel a panicked urge to look away. Instead, you allow yourself to hold his stare, tilting your head as your eyes begin to wander.

He's shed his flannel; he's left in nothing but a white tank, showing off his arms that are so defined with muscle you're able to pick it up under the low light of the TV. It's unbearable, having such perfect eye-candy on display— even more so when he places his hands behind his head and stretches back, his short tank riding up and exposing his stomach— rather, his fucking abs. You didn't think it was possible to find someone with actual defined abs in real life; Yeonjun always complains to you about how hard they are to maintain.

You're suddenly aware of how dry your mouth is, and you can't control the way you gulp as an attempt to relive the tension. You watch as his eyes flutter shut and his head tilts back, his back arching as he continues to stretch— a low groan escapes his lips, and before you can look away and feign nonchalance, he's melting back down into the couch and meeting your eyes again.

Your face feels like it's on fire, your eyes widening a fraction as you look away— but not before catching the way his lips quirked up in amusement.

"I don't give a fuck that you were at master tier— you're at emerald now and I'm at diamond. So I'm obviously better."

"When have you ever reached master?!" Soobin's yell cuts off your flustered line of thoughts, jumping closer to Kai from the shock his sudden increase in volume gave you. Kai merely laughs at you, grabbing your thighs to bring your legs up to rest on his lap; he absentmindedly rubs your thigh while watching the two continue to debate on who's better.

"And who had to carry you during last night's match?!" Beomgyu yells back; the two are heated, sitting up and trying to loom over each other, but they keep trying to one-up each other that you think they'll stand up any moment. "How many kills did you get again?!"

"Hey, did you want any more?" Kai is holding out the joint to you, leaning in so you can hear him over the screaming match happening next to you. You think about it for a minute— you still feel light and dreamy, but there's the unmistakable feeling of the fog clearing in your mind, able to keep a better grasp on your surroundings than before— and decide it's too early to let the feeling fade, nodding softly and going to reach for the joint.

Instead, Kai beats you to it. He's bringing the joint to your lips, smiling when you raise a brow in surprise but accept the gesture anyway; you follow his instructions to take a long hit, and when he finally pulls the joint away, you've filled your lungs with so much smoke that you end up having a small coughing fit.

"Shit, my bad— that was probably a little too much," he pushes your legs off his lap and hands you the joint, giving you a pat on your back before standing, "I'll go get you some water."

You're left trying to calm down your coughing fit with the smoking joint in your hand, Soobin and Beomgyu now speaking so fast you feel like you're going crazy— there isn't a single word you're able to pick up on, and all you can do is stare at the rug beneath your feet as the weed begins to course through your system once more.

The joint feels warm between your fingers, and you're suddenly itching to get rid of it; glancing to your left, you immediately rule out Soobin and Beomgyu who have now begun to point aggressively at each other. The only other person you can hand this to is sitting across from you, and already staring when you look at him. Taehyun sends you a small smile, reaching his hand out in a silent plea. He's too far from you, so you're resigned to stand on shaky legs and walk over to hand him the joint.

Maybe you should've paid a bit more attention to your surroundings— because then you would've been able to catch Yeonjun's bag on the floor next to the coffee table, your foot catching on it and sending you stumbling forward; you crash into the couch unceremoniously, able to turn your body at the last second to ensure you didn't crush the joint nor burn either you or Taehyun with it— instead, you almost fall on him, saved instead by his hands that shoot forward to steady you. Your head spins from the sudden movement, panting as your heart tries to calm down from the scare.

"Fuck, that's so embarrassing," you whine, covering your face with a hand in shame— Soobin and Beomgyu's argument is briefly cut off in favor of laughing at you, retreating to their own world in surrender after you send them a glare. You hear a low chuckle next to you, and your heart begins to panic once more as you remember who it is you almost fell on top of.

"I'm so sorry," you say through the gaps of your fingers— you don't have the guts to look at him, holding the joint out to his general direction instead. When he takes it, his fingers brush over yours; they're warm and a bit calloused, and you try to ignore the electricity that shoots through your fingertips into the rest of your body.

"No need to apologize," Taehyun says, "you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine," you say, trying to adjust yourself on the couch— you really don't think you can get back up, especially now that you're high again— you shift away from him, just so you don't have to feel like you're going to shut down every time your thighs press against each other, and frown, feeling a sudden tension in your right hand.

Taehyun takes another hit, and you try to watch from the corner of your eye—his plump lips that wrap around the joint, his brows that knit together while he inhales, looking away from you so he can exhale; you catch him doing a ghost, and you swear you've never seen anyone look so hot while smoking. You're quick to look away so he won't catch you ogling this time.

You're back to watching the TV absentmindedly, the tension in your hand coming back as you shift— frowning, you begin to massage your hand, flinching when your fingers push into the knuckle of your thumb; a stinging sensation shoots through you, and you can't hold back the sharp hiss you let out as you experimentally push in again. Taehyun's head snaps over, watching quietly as you continue to massage your thumb, fingers careful and hesitant as you press into the muscle.

Your eyes that were glued to the hands on your lap widen as Taehyun reaches for your sore hand, bringing it up to his face to examine it; your mouth feels dry as you observe the concern etched into his frown, lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist and turning your hand over in his— his lips clamp down on the joint so he can examine you with his other hand, leaning toward you as he does.

Slowly, his fingers smooth over your skin, fingertips stopping at the knuckle you were tending to earlier. His thumb and pointer fingers move to squeeze your joint experimentally, his eyes flickering up to your face when you grimace and your hand twitches in his hold.

"How bad does it hurt?" he murmurs, his face so close to yours it feels like you've been sucked into a whole different dimension. You can smell the weed that lingers with the joint, the flame beginning to die out, and the clean, calming scent of his cologne— serene and endless, like a cabin in the woods surrounded by the smell of cedar and nature. It's fresh, clean— his face is a mere inches away from yours, and when his eyes flicker up to meet yours, you feel as though you've been kicked in the gut and forced to answer.

"Not— not too bad, I'm sure it's nothing serious," he raises a brow, digging his fingers into your muscle once more— when you let out a choked yelp, the corners of his lips tick up. You let out a shaky breath as you try to be brave and hold his stare. "I think I just landed on it wrong."

"You're sure?" his eyes sparkle with an undeniable mischief, watching with a glint in his eyes as you immediately nod— he presses into your thumb again, just to watch you jolt and try to rip your hand from his; he tightens his hold on you before you can. "Still sure?"

"Okay, maybe it's a little sore," your courage has been snuffed out, your eyes falling to your lap dejectedly. Taehyun chuckles, plucking the joint from his lips before putting it down on the ash tray on the coffee table— his hand has yet to let yours go.

"Thought so," he murmurs; bringing your hand close, he caresses the sore spot slowly. "Sorry, didn't mean to get so rough with you."

Your mind goes blank— his fingers linger on your skin for a second, his eyes fluttering to look up at you once more. He's gently placing your hand back on your lap, giving it a gentle squeeze before he lets go. You're not sure what prompts you into saying the things you do, but the words tumble from your lips anyway.

"No, it's fine. I don't mind."

Beside you, Taehyun stiffens; he does nothing more than nod, letting out a thoughtful hum and leaning back into the couch. The air between you two feels undeniably charged, and you think you might blurt out something stupid again if this tension persists. Instead, you're saved by Kai who finally emerges from the kitchen— you send him a glare for taking so long, and he rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, Yeonjun was telling us about his situationship again," he sits next to you, uncapping the water bottle before handing it to you, "I got distracted."

"You're lucky I love you," you murmur, gulping down water— Kai leans in, dropping his voice and whispering in your ear.

"Why'd you switch seats?"

You don't like the tone in his voice— teasing, as though you had ulterior motives. You narrow your eyes at him when you find a coy smile playing at his lips.

"I was passing the joint to him."

"And you just had to stay here?"

"Shut up," you raise your voice, smacking his shoulder to get him away from you— while Kai just laughs, you see Taehyun glance over at you from your peripheral. "Whatever you're thinking, stop."

"Yes ma'am," Kai gathers your legs in his lap again, pulling you closer instinctively, "Taehyun, could you pass the joint over here?"

"Sure," he leans forward, picking up the joint before frowning— he gives a testing tug, and when nothing comes out, he shakes his head. "It went out. Where's the lighter?"

"Oh— I have it," you're patting your pockets in search of it, finally fishing it out with a triumphant cheer— you're about to hand it over to Taehyun, but instead of taking it, he leans into you, the joint hanging between his lips.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his— his eyes are dark, and he's raising a brow at you as though your hesitation were odd— he nods his chin toward you, and you're bringing up the lighter, having to flick it a few times before the flame finally emerges. While his gaze is glued to the tip of the joint, you take this moment to get a closer look at him; his black hair that's lit up under the soft flame, stray hairs falling over his round eyes with thick lashes that flutter softly, his smooth skin and slim face, you take it all in like it's the last time you'll ever see him again; when he finally pulls away, you're quick to do the same, afraid to get caught staring for the millionth time tonight.

You face forward, trying to pretend that the moment that passed wasn't enough to startle your heart— when you look up, you're mortified to find Soobin and Beomgyu staring at you with wide, sleazy smiles. When you frown, their grins only widen— you shake your head softly when you see Beomgyu ready to speak, and to your surprise, he actually shuts his mouth with a coy chuckle; you think there might've been genuine fear flashing in your eyes with the way he obliged so easily.

From the corner of your eye, you see Taehyun taking another hit before passing it off to you; you don't hesitate to take it this time, more than ready to ease tonight'sjr&u tension a bit, taking a long hit before passing it off to Kai— you and Taehyun don't interact much for the rest of the night, and while your heart is thankful for it, your brain quietly itches for a little more; a glance, a conversation, something— but Taehyun falls quiet without Yeonjun by his side, and the said man spends the rest of the night in the kitchen ranting to the girls about his recent heartache.

It isn't until everyone is leaving that you run into him again, standing idly in the kitchen and picking at the snacks that were left behind; it's two AM and you've cashed in your best friend privileges to sleep over at Kai's while everyone is saying their goodbyes after finally sobering up. Yeonjun is glued to your side, sneaking in a last few pieces from the candy bowl while you make him promise to catch you up on everything he was spilling to the rest of the girls.

"It's not my fault, you're the one that chose to stay on the couch the whole time."

"Well, you should've tried to come get me again!"

"Why would I do that?" he leans in closer, whispering in your ear with a coy grin, "when you and Taehyunie were getting along so well?"

"Whatever," you shove him off you with a scoff, but he only lets out an obnoxious laugh, leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek before bidding you goodbye and running out the kitchen. Taehyun wanders in a few minutes later.

It's ridiculous, really— your heart begins to race the moment you make eye-contact with him, and you're turning to face the counter as a result, picking aimlessly at snacks and candy bowls in a weak attempt to seem busy. You think your heart might stop when you feel him looming over you, his shadow encasing yours as he softly clears his throat; you have to brace yourself before you finally turn around.

"Hey," his voice is deep and a bit raspy, and you get a whiff of mint as he speaks— sure enough, he's chewing on gum, and you realize with a pathetic skip of your heart that he has dimples, one so deep and etched into the side of his right cheek. "Do you have Yeonjun's lighter?"

Oh. That bastard.

"Oh! I do, yeah," you give a weak laugh, an attempt to ease your overactive nerves; sure enough, Yeonjun's lighter is still in your pocket, and you're fishing out the Zippo decorated with stickers and handing it out to him.

"Thanks," he shoves it in his front pocket, and you nod. He takes a step back, and lingers for a moment. "It was nice meeting you. I'll see you around?"

"Yeah," your response is a tad too swift and eager, and though it makes your skin crawl, the smile he gives you evens it out. "It was nice meeting you too."

He gives you a polite smile before turning on his heel and leaving for good— you watch him leave, quietly following up to the kitchen doorway just to keep him in your sight a little longer.

And thank god you do— because the image of his broad back and the subtle flex of his muscles is the last thing you get to ingrain in your mind before Kai shuts the door behind him. Your best friend is instantly turning to you, and you hide behind the wall and pretend you hadn't been caught.

His obnoxious cackle is enough to have your skin heating up with embarrassment, hiding your face behind your hands as you recount the way you acted tonight.

"Dude, you were like a cat in heat."

You can't even fight back, because he's undeniably right.

You can't stop thinking about him. It's been a week, and he's still invading your thoughts; maybe it's because you're starting to notice him on Yeonjun's Instagram posts more, or because you actually pay attention to Kai's rants after finding out he works with him at the local record shop— he's everywhere. He's been everywhere, and you just never realized it. You're anxious to see him again, your heart trembling with every night you had to spend overthinking the few hours you spent together— the lingering gazes, his touch on your hand, the kind glint in his eyes— you're tired of recounting the same scenarios over and over. So when Kai invites you to be his plus one to a party Taehyun's friend is hosting, who are you to say no to your best friend?

"Oh my god, how many times are you gonna ask? I don't know, they look the same to me!"

"They're literally not!" you flip the denim skirts over to show him the back, "the pockets! And the color! One's darker."

"Well they look the same."

"Ugh, you're not helping," you throw the skirts off to the side, flopping on your desk chair with a sigh. From your bed, Kai pouts, hugging your bunny plush closer as he watches you massage your temples.

"What about that one dress you have?" you look up in confusion, and he nods over to your open closet, "the pink one you got for our beach trip."

Your face lights up— that pink dress. The one you found at the mall by sheer luck, flattering and short with a skirt that swayed with your movements and gave others a peek of what was underneath if you weren't too careful. You completely forgot you owned it.

"Kai, have I ever told you how much I love you?" you bat your lashes at him, skipping over to the closet— sure enough, the pretty pink material peeked out from the very back of the rack, begging to be taken out. Kai only hums absently, and you look over your shoulder to send him a smile. "Now can you please get out? I'm gonna change."

You're smoothing the dress down your hips when Kai knocks. It's been half an hour and you've yet to let him back in again.

"Come in," you finally say, turning to the side in the mirror, checking if the halter straps of your dress are tied in that perfect bow you practiced. The fabric of the skirt moves with you, fluttering around your thighs like a blooming flower— you see Kai come into the frame behind you, wearing a tight shirt and jeans that sit just a tad bit low on his hips, skin coming into view when he raises his hand to ruffle his curled blond hair. You glance at your appearance one last time before turning to him.

"Do I look okay?"

"You look great," he smiles, taking you in, in all your glittery glory, "you'll have Taehyun drooling all over you tonight."

"Shut up," you scoff, turning your back to him and scampering to get your purse and heels— Kai's insufferable smirk won't leave his face as he leads you out and to the ride he ordered to take you two to the party.

Kai is graceful enough to drop the subject for the rest of the car ride, choosing to tell you about the actual host of tonight's party so you don't go in blind; contrary to what you previously thought, there's no special occasion for tonight's party— Keeho merely did it for the love of the game. Kai details how Keeho throws parties every month or so, because after having his twenty-first get called a "rager", he decided it'd be fun to keep the title up.

"It might be packed tonight," Kai says, "Taehyun was telling me all the shit he had to get for tonight— from the sounds of it, I wouldn't be surprised if there were like, over a hundred people in there."

"Jesus Christ," you're pulling in to a street, finding the neighborhood lined with cookie-cutter houses that look like it'd take you three jobs to maintain; you can already spot a house toward the end of the cul-de-sac bleeding music loud enough to disturb the neighbors and other cars dropping off people who are already stumbling inside— adrenaline licks up your spine, a smile breaking out on your face at the sight of a party actually living up to the hype. When you turn back to Kai with stars in your eyes, he laughs.

"See what I mean?" He thanks your driver before sliding out the car behind you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you inside, "He got the reputation for a reason."

"How the hell has this not gotten shut down yet?" you have to raise your voice as you slip inside, the air instantly switching to something foggy and hot— there isn't a single person in front of your that's sober, and Kai has to lean close to be able to hear you.

"I think his neighbors are usually out on business trips," Kai yells, "but I've also heard rumors that he keeps a "special" relationship with them, if you know what I mean."

You do not. And you're sure you really don't want to.

"That's him!" Kai is pointing at the elevated DJ booth, and when you ask who you're supposed to be looking at, he points at the DJ himself— your jaw drops as you take him in, platinum hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his dark eyes narrowed as he focuses on his deck; he takes off one of headphones as someone approaches him, probably requesting a song stupid enough to warrant the way his face twists with disgust, waving the person away without a second thought.

"Wait!" something in your mind clicks when you see him look up, the confident grin on his face giving you flashbacks to a late night out, "Isn't he DJ K? From the rave we went to?!"

Kai's nod is reciprocated with a slap to his shoulder— when he gives you an offended look, you scoff.

"He's been throwing parties this whole time and you didn't bother telling me you knew him?"

"Taehyun knows him," the mere mention of his name is enough to bring a smug smile to Kai's face, "so if you're gonna be mad at anyone, get mad at him."

Kai's sporting that weird look on his face again, like he's scheming something and you're at his mercy— it's making you nervous, and it must show on your face because your friend is taking your hand and dragging you through the house with a suspicious familiarity that makes you wanna hit him again. Instead, you allow him to bring you to the mini-bar— bar!— they have, ordering a round of shots you gratefully accept. The tequila Kai ordered for you goes down smooth, though you can't stop yourself from making a face, scanning the crowd to try and play it off; you can see Kai laughing at you from the corner of your eye.

"You wanna go dance?" he asks, watching you continue to analyze the crowd before you, "or… are you looking for someone?"

Reluctantly, you look up at him— he sounds like he knows something you don't, so you give in and tell the truth. "Maybe."

"About time. C'mon," Kai offers his hand, lacing your fingers with his and pulling you close, weaving through bodies and venturing deeper into the house— again, with such effortlessness that has you irked. He's leading you to the basement, leaning close to your ear with a grin. "That clueless act was getting old."

His loud laugh and the booming music is enough to drown out the names you curse out, the smell of weed already reaching your senses as the air gets cloudier the more you descend— your heart begins to pound in anticipation at the thought of getting to see Taehyun again.

Right as you reach the last step, Kai lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around your waist instead— when you send him a confused look, he merely shrugs and pulls you in closer.

"Don't want any creeps to try and hit on you."

The basement is relatively dark, only lit up by a line of bulb string lights that go across the back wall— there are small rectangular windows high up that are left open, and a pool table off to the side where a few people crowd, but the real center of attention lies in the center of the room, people melted into the couches that circle a small coffee table, filled up with ashtrays and beer bottles— it's there that you spot Taehyun rolling up, finishing up a joint— not the first one, if the lingering smoke in the room is any indicator. His tongue darts out to lick along the paper, and like some freaky sixth sense, his eyes dart up to meet yours.

"Scary," Kai's hold on your waist tightens, "it's like he was waiting for you."

Your heart flips at the mere thought, but you act aloof as you allow your friend to lead you into the circle, finding a conveniently open spot next between Yeonjun and Taehyun— the former cheers at the sight of you two, opening his arms for a hug you happily initiate.

"Finally!" You're bending over to hug Yeonjun, who's practically one with the couch— Kai hovers behind you to cover your rising dress. "I almost thought you weren't gonna show up!"

"And who told you I was coming?" because it definitely wasn't you— pulling back, you catch Yeonjun's red eyes widen before glancing over your shoulder. You've barely spent five minutes with him, but Yeonjun's already managed to piss you off.

"You came at a good time," Yeonjun says instead, pulling you down by the wrist to sit next to down; Kai squeezes between you two instead of taking the open spot. "Those dumbass randoms took our joint, so Taehyunie's rolling us a new one."

Sure enough, Taehyun's cleared out a small space on the coffee table to make way for his setup; a thought lingers in your head that you wish you could've seen him rolling up, because as he's finishing up the surprisingly pearled joint, your eyes linger on his nimble hands, and your thoughts wander to an embarrassingly desperate place.

Taehyun is fishing something from his pocket, a simple black lighter with the letters K.TH written toward the bottom of one side; he goes to sit as he lights the joint, the action so indifferent that you're convinced to think nothing of the way he falls back next to you, pressed close despite having plenty of space to sit.

He's dressed in all black today; a simple black tee that hugs his body and ends just above the waistband to his jeans, earning you a peek of his navel as he leans back against the couch. The thin silver chain he wears glints under the low light of the flame, complimented by the small silver hoop earrings that decorate his ears. When he looks over at you, you play off your staring by pretending you were waiting patiently for him to pass the joint to you.

You quickly realize that Taehyun is a very quiet person— and it's frustrating. Kai and Yeonjun make idle conversation that you occasionally jump into, but your interest is more on the man next to you that's decided all he can do is nod along to what the others are saying. By the time the joint has been passed back to you for the umpteenth time, you're high to push yourself to try and talk to him— the last thing you want to do is stumble over your sentences trying to woo this man.

"I wouldn't pass it to her, I think she's already out of it," Yeonjun and Kai laugh to themselves, and your head rolls over to them to send a scathing glare. Your sluggish movements only serve to make them laugh harder. "She's a total lightweight."

"You liar!" you're sitting up, crossing your arms against your chest with a pout. "Just because I don't smoke every other day like you, doesn't mean I'm a lightweight!"

"Nah, if you take another hit you'll probably fall asleep," Kai is all in your face with that insufferable grin of his, refusing to stand down, "it's what you always do when we smoke at my place."

You're about to curse Kai out for airing out your business like this— the last thing you want Taehyun thinking is that you're a lame person to smoke with! You're fired up, brows knitting together and lips curling to a scowl when suddenly, Taehyun cuts into the conversation.

"Hey, don't do my girl like that," all heads are snapping over at him: Yeonjun and Kai because they're surprised to hear him join in, and you because you think you're hearing things.

He's leaned back against the couch, arms crossed and showing off his biceps— you have to rip your eyes away from his arms to take in the small, coy smile he dons, the lit joint hanging loosely between his lips. His eyes flicker over to you, his smile widening a tad when he catches the surprise on your face. "If she wants another hit then let her get another one."

"Someone's feeling brave," Kai put his arm around your shoulders, giving you a teasing shake that makes you whine in protest. "Acting like you weren't falling asleep earlier!"

Kai's teasing is persistent, cooing and pinching your cheeks as you try to shove him off and tell him that you'll be fine— your bickering goes on for a while, your foggy brain trying its best to keep up with Kai's childish arguments; it's a losing battle, but when you feel a warm hand land on your thigh, it's like a bucket of ice water has been dumped over you, sobering you instantly.

Taehyun has gotten close— very close, his shoulder brushing against yours as you feel Kai's hand slip from your shoulders; the world around you seems to fade away as he stares at you with low-lidded, dark eyes. His brows are set in a slight furrow and his jaw seems a bit tight, the hand on your thigh squeezing ever-so slightly— not enough to feel aggressive, but enough to make you squirm, breathless as your lips part in anticipation— for what exactly, you're not sure.

"Do you wanna take hit?" his voice is soft, but he makes up for it by leaning closer toward you. You can feel the callouses on his palms as he rubs your thigh slightly, fingertips brushing against the skirt of your dress that's ridden up. You nod, but it's only returned with a shake of Taehyun's head. "I need to hear you say it, or I won't give it to you."

His fingertips have ventured toward your inner thighs— your legs squeeze his hand on instinct, and you feel his grip tighten, nails digging in and making you swallow back a whimper.

"Y-yeah," you breathe out, "I can handle it."

Kai and Yeonjun scoot a bit away from you, looking at each other and pretending to gag— they're lucky you don't catch it, because if you did you might've beaten them up; they can't help themselves from glancing over at you two one last time before they head over to the pool table.

Taehyun takes one last, long hit, doing a french inhale that makes you call him a show-off. He merely chuckles, turning away to blow out the smoke before he's holding up the joint to your lips. Your eyes flutter up to meet his, glittering under the low lights as you part your glossed lips and take a hit— you find yourself a bit intimated by the intensity of his stare, pulling away far too soon and turning away in hopes of hiding your flustered face.

"C'mon, what was that?" Taehyun's hand is slipping from your thigh to cup your chin and pull you back toward him, huffing out a laugh at the pout you sport. He raises a brow at you, mocking. "Don't tell me you considered that a hit."

"I mean," with the way he's smiling at you, you're able to spot sharp canines that bite down on the tip of his tongue teasingly, a dangerous thrill shooting through your spine at the sight. "I guess."

He laughs, shaking his head as he squeezes your cheeks affectionately— you're positively dizzy with the sudden onslaught of attention, shifting on the couch and squeezing your thighs together; Taehyun's eyes flicker down, his brow twitching in amusement before he's bringing the joint back up to your lips. "You can take another hit, can't you?"

You don't hesitate to nod.

"Here. Take a bigger one," he's guiding your face forward to meet him halfway, placing the joint between your lips and watching the tip light up as you inhale. He keeps his hold on you the whole time. "Come on, keep going."

"Little more… there we go," he's practically purring the words out, plucking the joint from your lips and tucking it between his own. His smile is coy as he watches your brows twitch, exhaling the smoke and willing yourself to not fall into a fatal coughing fit. When you fall back against the couch in success, he gives your thigh a soft pat. "Took it like a champ."

You feel like you're losing your mind with the way his words are hitting you with a heat that festers in your core. Your limbs are tingling and you feel a small smile etching on your face, shifting so that you're leaning on your side to face him fully.

"Kinda hard not to when you were holding me down," you giggle, and he leans forward, successfully closing you two off in your own little bubble.

"Can you blame me?" he murmurs, "you were enjoying yourself."

"What, so you're a mind reader now?"

"Nah," Taehyun's eyes crinkle as he smiles, "but it's not hard to read you when you look at me like that."

"Oh yeah?" you reach forward to take the joint from his lips, taking a small hit to hide your smile. "And how exactly was I looking at you?"

"Like you've had enough for tonight," the joint is taken from you yet again, and you're frowning, getting ready to protest— he shakes his head, leaning to the coffee table to snuff out his joint; you're completely melted into the couch while he remains sitting up, hovering over you with low-lidded, red eyes and a gentle smile. His eyes run over your body, stopping at your hips and letting out a small sigh. Reaching up, he tugs your dress down, that familiar tick to his jaw coming back. "Do you realize how short this dress of yours is?"

The smile on your lips only widens, and there's a playful glint in your eyes as you push your hips up, right against his hand that continues to hold the fabric down. "Something wrong with that?"

"'Course not." his hold on the fabric slips, watching it bounce right back up to rest on the curve of your hips, dangerously high. His gaze is shameless as he continues to take you in, and it's enough to have adrenaline shooting through you, a quiet, dazed giggle escaping you and snapping his attention back to you. He watches you for a moment, and there's this soft look in his eyes that has you squirming in place, your boldness instantly quieting down under the weight of his stare.

"You feeling okay?" he eventually asks; you simply nod. "Tired?"

"No," you bite back, though it's true— whenever you smoke with Kai and Yeonjun, you always find yourself falling asleep. But with this strand, you're feeling… different. Instead of that lethargic, dreamy high that settles heavy into your bones and sings you to sleep, you're faced with something brighter, urgent— your body tingles with restlessness, and there's a heavy heat that settles deep in your stomach that you refuse to acknowledge. "It's definitely not that."

You gulp, feeling yourself take the backseat in your own body; you feel absentminded as you continue this back and forth with Taehyun, finding yourself preoccupied with the feeling that continues to build up inside you— you feel good. It feels like the type of high your friends always describe, where they're giggling to themselves, lost in euphoria while you fight back sleep; your mind races as you say something that makes Taehyun laugh, a full body action that you can't help but find endearing.

You're staring. You know you are, but you couldn't care less in this moment, because he looks good. Criminally good, and it's enough to make that heat in your stomach worse.

"Still doing okay?" he asks. When you respond you're just a bit tired, he nods. "Do you want me to get Kai so he can take care of you?"

 "What?" you raise a brow, caught off guard by the sudden mention of him. "Why?"

For the first time since you've met him, he looks embarrassed; under the low light, you swear you see his ears turn a bit red, and he's turning away to look at the pool table across the room. "I mean, it seems like he…"

His words hang heavy in the air. A minute passes before it finally clicks for you. 

"Oh my god, no!" you fall into a fit of laughter, and Taehyun simply watches, confused. It's enough to make you laugh harder. "No, we're just friends. I promise."

"Oh," Taehyun seems deep in thought, and when he shifts, he seems a lot less tense. "Sorry, it's just that you guys are… touchy."

"Hmm, I can see why you thought that," you glance over at Kai and Yeonjun, the two playing a round of pool against two strangers, "but he's also the type to kiss his friends when he's drunk."

He frowns.

You laugh, "his guy friends."

"Oh," his eyes widen, his ears getting a little redder. You're soaking it all in, welcoming the sight of him so discomposed, "somehow I haven't seen him do that before."

Shrugging, you send him a wink. "Maybe you're next."

The laugh he lets out is loud, a bit startled. Your words are lighthearted, but it's clear you both consider it a possibility; you think you might've scared him from being around Kai alone and drunk.

A loud cheer erupts from across the room, and you and Taehyun are looking over to catch Kai and Yeonjun celebrating, loud and shameless as Kai places a kiss on Yeonjun's cheek— Taehyun looks over at you, raising his brows, and you simply shrug as though to say 'see what I mean?'

Your small bubble is popped as Kai runs over to you, an excited puppy as he asks if you saw the way they defeated the guys they were up against. You pat his head and tell him he did great, and you swear you can see a tail wagging behind him— Yeonjun is then perking up as he hears a song he likes playing faintly upstairs, grabbing your hand and urging you to go dance with him— because according to him, it'd be a shame to not show off your cute outfit.

When you turn and ask the remaining two if they're tagging along, Taehyun shakes his head, much to your disappointment. "Not in the mood to dance right now, sorry."

Kai flops down next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and saying he'll stay behind to keep him company— when Taehyun's eyes widen and he looks at you for help, you merely laugh and wave him goodbye.

"Any progress with Taehyunie?" Yeonjun rests his hand on your hip, pulling you into him and whispering in your ear.

"Tons," you grin, glancing down at his hand that taps your hip to the beat. "What're you so touchy for?"

When you look up at him, Yeonjun's grin widens, sending you a wink (or whatever his rendition of a wink is called— a blink, more like.) before kissing your temple and pulling you even closer.

"He's a jealous guy."

Your heart skips, letting Yeonjun guide you up the stairs and looking over your shoulder for one last glance— and sure enough, his eyes are following you the whole way up, his brows furrowed and his tongue poking at his cheek as Kai talks his ear off. The look stays with you the whole night, even after you all reunite to say your goodbyes and go your separate ways— he's much better at hiding his irritation when you're watching, though you were still able to catch the annoyance in his eyes after Yeonjun hugged you close and complimented your appearance one last time, taking your hand and making you spin around for him. When you turn to say goodbye to Taehyun, Kai and Yeonjun suddenly become enraptured in their own conversation a few feet away from you.

"Did you get kissed tonight?"

Taehyun rolls his eyes and chuckles, "No, I didn't."

"Shame," you pout, "maybe next time then."

"Oh?" he cocks his head, raising a brow as he smiles slyly. "You offerin'?"

Taehyun seems to have a knack for catching you entirely off guard at the most random moments; your mouth is falling open and you're left speechless, feeling a heat rush up the back of your neck and flood your face— you can't hide the way he's flustered you, trying to recompose yourself while he watches with a satisfied smile.

"What, do you want me to?"

"I mean," he shrugs. "Who wouldn't want a kiss from a pretty girl?"

You'd like to blame your next action on your lingering high, your hands tingling as you reach to cup his cheek and bring him to you— his eyes widen, but before he can move, you're planting a gentle, glossy kiss against his jawline. When you pull away, you spot the imprint of your lips and smile.

"Goodnight, Taehyun," you say sweetly, "It was nice seeing you again."

You spin on your heels, feeling the skirt of your dress sway with your hips as you walk; you don't dare look back, because the mere heat of his stare is already enough to make your knees weak. This time, you've made sure to leave a lingering impression on him— hopefully it's enough to make him as crazy about you as you are about him.

"Rough day?"

"Fuck, don't get me started."

You feel— and look— a mess. Finals week is fucking you over, the onslaught of work that's being piled on you convincing you that your professors are all in on a conspiracy to overwork you to death. You've just left your final class of the day, some random elective you chose to get the credits you needed to graduate, and your least favorite— because of course the professor would be insufferable and choose to call on you every other class. Even their voice is enough to make your skin prickle, and you've just escaped an hour of the most boring lecture of your life.

You've met up with Kai at your favorite cafe that's just off-campus; it's cozy and a better alternative to the library that's packed with students cramming for exams. You sip on your drink, some fancy latte you only gathered courage to order after Kai told you it was his treat.

"How are your finals going?" the question is more of a formality, because as you take a good look at your friend— clear skin, glowing eyes, hair perfectly styled, a gentle smile on his face— you scowl and shake your head. "Never mind. Don't tell me anything."

He laughs, smug and shameless despite the way your dull eyes glare at him.

"Seriously though, when was the last time you had a moment to relax?" he lets the question hang in the air, and frowns when you can't find an answer. "You wanna hang out this weekend? We could have a movie night and smoke. Get you some proper sleep for once."

"I dunno Kai," you say, "it just… hasn't been hitting the same."

Kai frowns. "What do you mean?"

"It's just," you bite your lip, hesitant, "I dunno— when we smoked at the DJ K party, it felt a lot better. I think whatever strand you have leaves me feeling weird the next day, but I didn't feel it when I smoked then."

A small smile flickers on Kai's face— you roll your eyes. "I'm serious."

"No, I know," Kai says, "but that strand you like? I don't have it. You'd have to ask Taehyun about it."

Your stomach flips; despite the clear opening, you can't stop yourself from being stubborn. "What, you can't just ask him where he got it?"

"Think he got it when he went to a music festival," Kai leans forward, resting his chin on his palm. "But if you're so curious, I can call him for you."

"Seriously?" He nods, sporting an innocent smile that doesn't waver even as you narrow your eyes at him in suspicion. "I mean, I guess you could."

"Cool," he's pulling out his phone and immediately dialing the said man— before you can scold him that you didn't mean call him now, Kai is sitting up and holding up his hand to tell you to hold on.

"Hello?" Kai's smile instantly switches from innocent to evil— your heart drops. "I have someone who wants to talk to you."

He's shoving the phone in your hands, scooting back and crossing his arms. You scramble, holding the phone in your hands like it's a bomb as you silently curse your friend out— Kai ignores the onslaught of names and insults, motioning to his phone and telling you that 'he's waiting!' The reminder is enough to have you pressing the phone against your ear, your voice shaky as you greet Taehyun and tell him who's speaking.

"Sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask you something," despite your pounding heart and the blood rushing in your ears, you hold the phone tight and try to your voice steady— you're sure he can hear your efforts, because he's letting out a soft chuckle, his voice low and smooth as he tells you 'go for it.'

"Do you remember what we smoked at DJ K's party? I feel like nothing's been hitting the same… and I kinda need a bit of a stress reliever." You sigh. "Finals week has been kicking my ass."

"Shit, I'm sorry— I don't remember off the top of my head, and I'm not home right now to see," you're chewing your lip, wondering why Kai put you in this situation in the first place— what the hell are you supposed to get out of this? "And unless you're willing to travel a lot for it, I doubt you'd be able to get your hands on it."

"Oh," this conversation is a total dead end, and you're wilting back against the chair in disappointment. Kai on the other hand is on the edge of his seat, eyes widening in panic. "No worries then. Thanks anyway."

There's a pause on his end, and you're expecting him to end the call with a stiff goodbye— instead, he clears his throat, letting out a deep sigh.

"Tell you what," he sounds a bit hesitant, as though unsure of how to word his sentence. "How 'bout you just have some of my stash? We could smoke and you can tell me all about your finals. Maybe get something to eat."

You're heart flies up to your throat, and you're sitting up in surprise— Kai is leaning forward, mouthing a hasty 'what?!' that you ignore.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Of course I am," he chuckles, "sounds like you need it."

"I— yeah, I guess I do," you say— you pause, looking up at Kai in panic as you mouth 'he wants to hang out.'

Kai blanches. 'When?!'

You cover the phone speaker. 'I don't know!'

Kai has to hold himself from slamming his hands on the table, his eyes impossibly wide as he pretends to yell 'Saturday!' Even though you try to protest that it was supposed to be your hangout with him, he shakes his head with such fervor that you're caving in.

"Are you free this weekend?"

Kai is halfway across the table— you'd think he were trying to press his head to the phone with how eager he looks.

"I am. Just say when and I'll clear my schedule for you," it's pathetic, the way your stomach flips at that, "You can come to my place. If you're comfortable with it, of course."

"That's fine with me," you're breathless, your hands clammy and forcing you to tighten your grip on the phone, "Is Saturday okay?"

"Yeah, that works. I'll text you and we can plan the rest."

"Okay," you've become unexpectedly shy, your voice quieting at the prospect of this hangout. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

You say a brief goodbye before you're hanging up, placing the phone down delicately like it could dial Taehyun again if you brushed against it wrong. You let a minute pass before you let yourself react, lunging forward to pull Kai's head toward you, planting an exaggerated kiss on his forehead.

"Muah!" Kai protests and whines that you're getting your lip gloss all over his skin, but you truly couldn't care less as ruffle his hair affectionately. "Kai, you're the best. Seriously, what would my life be like without you?"

"You'd probably be single forever." Kai's grumble is met with a swift kick to his shin under the table, and he yelps so loud it has half the cafe turning to look at him. He mumbles a sheepish 'sorry', rubbing his shin and curling into himself.

"That's what you get," you scowl, digging in your bag for your phone before you're sliding it across the table to Kai. "Now, could you give me his number please?"

You can tell that Kai is getting ready to give you another snarky comment, but a single glare from you is enough to have him tucking his tail and typing Taehyun's number into your phone without further complaints. When he gives your phone back, you catch sight of the contact name and roll your eyes.

Future Boyfriend >3<

"Thanks." You roll your eyes and pocket your phone, not bothering to change something that's clearly true.

Taehyun's place is way nicer than you expected for a man in his twenties that lives alone.

You wore your tiniest shorts and a baby tee that hugged your form just right, and he showed up at your doorstep at five PM on the dot— he insisted on picking you up and getting something to eat, stating that it was 'for your well-being'— you ended the day out by getting ice cream and driving back to his place, where he let you rant about your professors and your finals the whole time; he nodded along and pitched in every now and then, listening with a fond smile that made you trip over your words once or twice. When you stopped at a light, he turned to get a good look at your face, his eyes dropping down to your lips.

"You got ice cream on your face." His thumb is wiping just below your bottom lip before you can even utter out an 'I do?' your eyes widening comically as he brings his thumb to his mouth and lick it off, letting out a satisfied hum.

You'd felt a raging heat pool in your stomach then, and it hasn't gone away since.

You've made yourself comfortable on the floor, despite Taehyun's protests that you should just sit on the couch instead— you refused, finding the cool wooden floor comforting after spending the day out in the heat, finishing your ice cream while you watch Taehyun finish rolling the joint from his spot on the couch. When he passed the finished joint to you, insisting you have the first hit, you cooed out a sweet "oh, you shouldn't have."

Holding the joint between your lips, you lean toward Taehyun so he can light it for you— your eyes flutter up to meet his gaze, a small smile growing on your face.

"You do this often?" you can't help but ask, "invite girls over to share your special weed with?"

"Hell no," Taehyun's laughter is genuine, and he's pulling away the lighter once he sees the end is lit. You're propping your elbow against the couch, holding your head as you take a small hit before passing it to him. He grins, taking a hit before he speaks. "I'm not sharing my special weed with just anyone. It was hard to get— I gotta enjoy it as much as I can, y'know?"

"Yet you're sharing it with me?" you say, "I'm honored."

He shrugs, a bit sheepish— you pass the joint back and forth, making meaningless conversation and learning more about each other. He tells you he's also in uni, majoring in music production with a minor in business, he tells you stories about working with Kai at the local record shop— mostly stories where Kai was flirting with customers— and you listened with stars in your eyes, the joint hanging idly between your fingers as you watched the way he talked about soccer and his favorite sports team, his hands moving with such fervor it made you laugh— his rant about his favorite team's recent lapse in performance is cut short, and he's looking down at you in confusion.

"What's so funny?"

"No, nothing," you say, though another small chuckle slips out, "you're just so passionate. It's cute."

"I'm glad you think so," Taehyun smiles, leaning down a bit— somewhere along this conversation, you've made your way closer to Taehyun, your body pressing along his leg while you rest your head against the couch. "My friends would usually be zoning out by now."

You go to take another hit, but Taehyun is taking the joint from your hands before you can— you're pouting at him, but he simply scolds you for hogging the joint with a chuckle, leaning back against the couch and keeping the joint by his lips. You let your eyes trail from the smoke that blows in the air, down his chest, to the hem of his shirt that's ridden up again. The haze from your high clouds your judgment, and you don't bother to hide the way you drink in the smooth skin that peeks out.

"You always wear such short shirts?"

He raises a brow, playing innocent. "What d'you mean?"

"All the shirts I've seen you in are always a bit short. You're always flashing your stomach," reaching forward, you're go to play with the hem of his shirt, your fingertips threatening to skim over his skin. "Nice abs by the way."

"Thanks," he laughs, and you're utterly shameless as you watch his stomach ripple with laughter. "I didn't think they were visible."

"Barely," your heart pounds in your chest, fingers shakily running along the hem of his shirt. "Could I get a better look?"

The air is thick and suffocating, yet you still find a reckless courage to look up at Taehyun— you find he's already staring you down, his eyes low-lidded as he gulps. When he sees the unwavering resolve in your shining eyes, he nods.

"Yeah. Go ahead."

You're shifting so you're kneeling, able to get better access to Taehyun this way; beneath the recklessness of your foggy brain, you're nervous— your hands are cold as you gently push up his shirt, your freezing fingertips coming in contact with the heat of his skin, a small smile cracking your lips when he flinches. You push the material up until it rests just below his chest, and you're able to catch sight of a mole in the center.

Taehyun's mouth has gone dry— he gulps, watching you handle him like he were a fragile doll, your eyes scanning his body with such heat it makes him weak. There's pure concentration etched in your features as you're finally able to take him in— you don't register yourself reaching out until your hands come in contact with his skin, able to feel the muscle flex under your fingers and your palm that smooths over his stomach.

"Wow," is all you can say; your hands sweep from the top of his abs down to his navel, feeling the ridges of the muscle and watching him crack a smile at the ticklish feeling— impulse takes control of your mind, your fingers splaying out until you've grasped his sides. "Your waist is so small, too."

"Fuck, you're crazy," Taehyun groans, pushing his hair back, only for it to fall forward once more. When you look up at him through your lashes, he gulps. "You have any idea what you're doing right now?"

You shrug, smoothing your hands up his waist and sending him a coy smile. "Appreciating art."

"Yeah?" he drawls, his hips shifting up ever so slightly, an attempt to ease the tension forming, "and what're your thoughts?"

"I like what I see," you hum, bringing your hands down his waist, stopping at his waistband, fingers pulling at his belt, "but I think I'd like to see more."

"Oh god— you can't say shit like that to me." Scooting a little closer, you rest your head on Taehyun's thigh, pressing your cheek against the denim as you look up at him. "I don't think you realize what you're getting yourself into."

"I think I do," you pout, nuzzling your cheek against his thigh. Taehyun lets out a shaky sigh, his resolve beginning to crumble at the mere sight of you.

"You're sure?" he's cupping your face, guiding you to sit up and lean toward him— he's meeting you halfway, leaning down and tilting your chin up to look at him properly. "You think you can handle me like this?"

His thumb caresses your cheek bones, and your eyes glaze over as you nod— it's not the answer Taehyun wants, because he's tapping your cheek and mumbling for you focus.

"Words, baby." His voice is low, a smile growing on his lips. "Say it. I know you can."

"I want you," you stutter out— his smile turns cruel, fangs on display and ready to sink into you. "I can handle it."

"You really think so?" he coos, laughing fondly when you nod, dazed and desperate. "C'mere."

Guiding your face toward his, you're both equally desperate to seal the space between you— the sheer hunger in your kiss is enough to have you lightheaded. You've thought about this more than you'd like to admit— speculations on what Taehyun feels like is nothing compared to this reality, your kiss desperate and impossible to keep up with; his lips are so soft, and you're all but drooling when his tongue parts your lips and enters your mouth, the lingering taste of smoke and ice cream flooding your taste buds as you whimper into his mouth. He smiles, pulling you closer until your lungs burn.

When you part, a string of saliva connects you two before it breaks off— heat rushes to your face, but Taehyun doesn't seem to be phased by it; instead, he's sitting up, taking a long hit from the joint before he's swooping down, his hand on your cheek squeezing your face so you open your mouth.

His lips hover over yours, his mouth parting as he exhales the smoke right into you— you accept it, placing a hand on his thigh to steady yourself; he holds you in place until you can't resist turning away to exhale the constricting smoke, tears pricking at your eyes as your brain scrambles for oxygen. Taehyun merely watches, caressing your head as you let out a weak cough.

"'m sorry, pretty," he says, reaching down to snuff the joint out against the ashtray on the coffee table, "was I too rough?"

You scramble to shake your head and ease any hesitation.

"No. I mean, kinda," you decide it's better to throw your pride out the window and be honest— Taehyun nods, ready to apologize once more when you beat him to it. "But I like it."

"You do?" he's tense, his hand freezing atop of your head— you're nodding, looking up at him with watery eyes, and his hand is sliding down to hold the back of your neck. "My baby likes it rough?"

It should be ridiculous, the way you have to swallow back a whimper as you nod; your head is spinning as you rest your cheek against his thigh once more, fluttering your lashes up at him and rubbing your cheek back and forth on his thigh absentmindedly. He watches with bated breath, caressing your hair and watching your eyes begin to wander— down his face, down his chest, and straight to the bulge that strains against his jeans.

Any shame you had is dissolving from your system as you feel your mouth water and your cunt clench— your body feels as though it were made of little stars, crashing into each other and spreading heat into your heavy limbs, waves of bliss washing over you and bringing a lethargic smile to your face; your hand reaches up to rest on his other thigh, feeling the muscle flex under you as it begins to trail up.

"Mm-hmm— I like when…" you're dazed, unsure if you're even making sense, "I like when you hold me down."

"Is that right?" he drawls, watching your hand rest at the top of his thigh, massaging it softly. You nod, nuzzling your face against his thigh— Taehyun feels dizzy at the sight.

Slowly, your hand makes its way up the waistband of his jeans, lazy fingers fiddling with the buckle of his belt— not enough to undo it, but just enough to loosen it. You can see the deep rise and fall of his chest, your gaze coy as you smile up at him, giving the buckle another testing tug.

"Can I?"

Taehyun's breath hitches, his voice tense. "Yeah."

That's more than enough for you to spring into action— your actions are eager and a bit clumsy, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans; that alone is enough to have Taehyun sighing in relief, his hips unconsciously bucking toward your touch.

You don't try to tease; you can see the need that clouds his eyes, but you're just the same as you're tugging his underwear down to release his cock— he's already so hard, the length bobbing up to slap against his stomach, his flushed tip already sticky with precum. Your eyes drink it all in, your mouth watering; he's not just big, he's thick too, your hand that wraps around his length barely able to grasp him— he's letting out a low hiss at the contact, his jaw clenching as your thumb traces curiously along the vein that runs along the underside of his cock.

When you let go of his cock, his hips chase for your touch— his brows furrows and he opens his mouth to complain, but before he can get a word out, you're spitting in your hand and grabbing his length again, pumping him slowly as you gauge what he likes.

A choked groan leaves him at your touch— you squeeze him a little tighter, and his eyes flutter shut, his head falling back against the couch as your thumb swipes over his tip, gathering the precum that continues to leak out. Slowly, you gather the courage to move between his legs, already spread open in invitation, your pace picking up speed as you lean down to his aching cock.

"Oh fuck—!" Taehyun's bucking forward at the sudden feeling of your tongue, running flat along his balls all the way to the tip before you're closing your mouth around it— peeking up through your lashes, you catch him running a hand through his hair, his chest flushed a slight pink. You take it as your sign to continue, running your tongue along his tip and sucking harder, rewarded with sighs of your name and praises on how well you're doing.

"Fuck, that pretty mouth of yours is so good," he groans, his hand returning to the back of your head, adding just the slightest bit of pressure, "can you take a little more?"

Humming around his cock, he lets out a choked laugh, cursing under his breath before he's beginning to push down on your head— slowly, allowing you to keep up as your mouth widens, his cock heavy and pulsing on your tongue as you continue to take him in.

You're only halfway through before he's hitting the back of your throat— you're swallowing around him, hesitant to accept the intrusion with a whine, and he's pulling back just enough in response. You're not sure when, but your eyes began to water, and his free hand is coming up to swipe tears from the corners of your eyes, cooing at you as he does.

"Poor thing," he murmurs, pushing his hips up ever-so slightly, the tip of his cock teasing your throat, "is it too much?"

His smile widens when you try to hum out a 'no', refusing to pull away from his cock for even a second.

"No?" He echoes, "then why're you crying, baby?"

You don't answer— it's not like you can, anyway. Instead, you try your best to keep his gaze, taking more of his cock and fighting against your gag reflex. You focus on breathing through your nose instead, tears welling in your eyes once again.

"You want more?" he asks, and he's instantly given a 'yes' from you, biting at his lip at the way you hum around him. "Can you take it? You promise?"

Despite your eagerness and your need to take him whole and prove yourself, he holds you in place— he allows you to pull of his cock, eyes falling to the string of spit that connects your lips to his cock before he's looking up at you.

"Please," your voice is a bit hoarse, "use my mouth."

You have a knack for leaving him speechless— Taehyun's staring at you like you're the most precious thing in the world, his cock twitching in your hands as he takes a moment to think it through; you're about to beg and whine when he's guiding you forward once more, your mouth opening in anticipation.

"How did I get so lucky, finding a perfect girl like you?" he says. Your mouth wraps around his tip, sucking harshly just to hear him moan. "Gonna fuck that perfect face just like you asked, okay? Tap my thigh if it's too much for you baby."

When you don't acknowledge his words, attempting to take him deeper, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you off with such ease your mouth hangs open— he's leaning down, his face stern as he speaks.

"Did you hear what I said?" his voice is quiet and cold, his eyes narrowing when you meekly nod. "What'd I say?"

"Tap your thigh if it's too much."

His jaw clenches, and for a second, you wonder if you've made him angry— but he's leaning back once more, your head brought forward with such strength you don't have room to resist.

"Good."

Despite the ability to manipulate your head with ease, he's gentle to bring you down his length, testing the waters when his tip prods against the back of your throat and pulling back when you squeeze your eyes shut and whimper. Instead, he uses his grip on your head to guide you up and down his cock, letting out a groan of your name as you fall limp in his hold, only taking initiative to run your tongue against the underside of his cock and hollow out your cheeks.

You feel the head of his cock brushing against your throat, beginning to linger more and more— he's thrusting shallowly into your mouth, lips pressed tightly in concentration as he watches you take him.

"Such a good girl, letting me use you like this," he breathes out, "gonna make you take it all, okay?"

He's stopping his thrusts into your mouth to guide you to take more of him, his cock going deeper until he's met with the resistance of your throat tightening around him— slowly, he continues to push.

You feel like you might choke; your eyes are squeezed shut and your lungs burn, your hands on his thighs shifting so you can dig your nails into the denim as a way to ground yourself. More, more still, cock continues to push into your throat until your nose is snug against his pelvis and both his hands have found purchase on the back of your head. You remain still, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes as you fight back the urge to gag.

"Breathe." He mumbles, and it's only then that you're reminded to do so, trying to breathe through your nose until you finally feel your throat relax— he's in so deep, and he's yet to move, your brain going haywire from the lack of oxygen. His hand moves from the back of your head to caress your cheek. "C'mon baby, stay with me."

His fingers trace gingerly along your jaw, trailing down until they feel along the front of your neck, groaning when he feels the pressure from his cock— he thrusts gently into your mouth, barely an inch, just to feel the way you swallow around him. He's pulling you off his cock shortly after.

You feel delirious as oxygen floods your brain, your eyes fluttering shut and drool slipping from your lips, strands of spit connected to his length as you sputter and cough. Your hands slip from his thighs and onto your lap, and you hear him chuckle as he caresses your head.

"You did such a good job. You're perfect," he says, enamored with your dazed eyes that flutter open and your swollen lips that are slick with spit. "You still with me, angel?"

"Yeah," you barely breathe out.

"Fuck, you're so cute," his thumb swipes across your bottom lip, guiding your face up to kiss him— he takes his time despite his cock that throbs against your hand that's taken him again, pumping his length and twisting your wrist until he's panting in your mouth. Your hold on him tightens and you massage your palm against his tip, and when your other hand comes up, your touch curious as you massage against his balls, he sinks his teeth into your lip, forcing you to pull away with a yelp.

"Don't do that— I'll cum," he pants into your mouth, grabbing your wrist and forcing you to stop your motions, "I don't wanna cum like this."

While you're giggling at his comment, you find he's completely serious— he's tucking himself in before pulling you up onto his lap, earning another laugh from you— you straddle his lap as the Taehyun pulls you in for another kiss, addicted to your lips and the way you pant into his mouth. He's coy, running his tongue along your lip before pushing in, feeling against your tongue before pulling out and nipping your lip just to hear you let out a choked mewl; his move moves to kiss the corner of your mouth, before moving along to your jaw, peppering kissing along it until he's gotten access to your neck.

It feels like he's trying to stake his claim; he's biting and sucking along your neck, aiming for spots that have your hands flying to his shoulders, his name falling from your lips in broken whimpers. You can't help the way your cunt aches from the feeling, your panties sticking to you and the need pulsing inside you until you're searching for relief; your hips bring you down against Taehyun, feeling the hardness of his cock against your thin shorts and grinding against him until his groaning into your skin.

"Taehyun," you whine, your hips careless and your rhythm sloppy as you search for pleasure— you feel him hum against your skin, his hands on your hips as he lets you do as you please. "Taehyun, fuck— please, I need you."

"I can see that," he muses, "pretty girl can't control herself, hmm?"

Shaking your head, you grind against his cock a little harder— his grip on your waist tightens, and he's letting out a low groan, burying his face into your neck.

"Shit," he huffs, "stop— I won't last like this."

Your head is fuzzy and you seem to be lost in a world of your own; his voice feels far away in contrast to the overwhelming pleasure you feel, only amplified more by your high— every grind of your soaked cunt against the length of his cock is enough to have sparks going off in your brain, tuning out the way his fingers dig into your skin dangerously.

"Baby," Taehyun's voice is stiff with tension, "stop it."

"No— I can't," you're petulant, digging your fingers in his shoulders as you chase your own pleasure; your vision is blurry as you meet his eyes, pouting when you're met with a cold, harsh expression from Taehyun, his brow raising at you in warning— it only serves to make you even more restless, and you tilt your head at him. "Don't wanna. Feels… too good like this."

Taehyun's hands grip onto your waist, and he's stopping all your movements with minimal efforts— any protests and whines you were about to let out die in your throat the moment you look at him, your heart beginning to pound in your chest.

He's looking at you just like he had the night of the party; his brows are furrowed, tongue poking at his cheek in annoyance— his eyes are dark and angry, and when he meets your panicked, doe gaze, he merely scoffs.

"You really don't listen, do you?" his voice is dark, laced with emotion you can't quite place— is he fed up with you? Annoyed? You whimper, feeling his fingers push under your shirt, his nails digging into the skin beneath. "Is that cute little brain of yours no good for thinking?"

You frown, ready to defend yourself, but he doesn't give you a chance.

"Come on," his hands slide down to your thighs, and before can catch on, he's hoisting you up and standing; you yelp, scrambling to hold on to him, but he doesn't seem to care about your apprehension as he leads you two into the hall and toward his room. "I'll make you feel as good as you want."

He's kicking the door shut behind him, leading you to his bed before dropping you down unceremoniously by the edge— you try to compose yourself, attempting to shift back on the bed, but Taehyun is caging you in before you can, a hand falling on your waist and the other landing on your hip to keep you still, swooping in to kiss you once more.

"Thought you were gonna be good for me," he murmurs against your lips, "but you're just a needy thing, aren't you?"

His hands come up to your shoulders, and your back meets the mattress with a single shove— your head is spinning from the sudden impact, unable recollect yourself as Taehyun falls to his knees, undoing your shorts and pulling them off with a swift movement; he pulls your hips toward him until they're hanging precariously off the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulder and locking his hands around your thighs— you're rendered immobile in a matter of seconds.

"Cute," he says, eyeing your soaked, pink panties with lace trim and a bow— his gaze zeroes in on the wet spot you've made, a cocky smile pulling at his lips as he looks up at you. "Did you pick these out just for me?"

"Maybe," a heat flushes through your whole body— because what was meant to be an arrogant remark is undeniably true, spending a ridiculous amount of time picking out a matching set, just in case; the way you shift under him is enough to answer, and he laughs.

"Thank you baby," he coos, and you cover your face in embarrassment— he bites teasingly at your inner thigh, just to chuckle at the way your hips jump in reaction; his fingers are hooking under the waistband before he's pulling them down, and you're lifting your hips to assist. He's placing kisses along your inner thigh as he goes, stopping at your inner knee before weaving your legs out. "So thoughtful."

His grip on your thighs tighten, and you're being dragged toward him until you can feel his breath on your skin, able to feel his stare on your dripping pussy; it feels vulnerable, having him stare at you like this, your hazy mind making you close your thighs in a weak attempt to hide away— it doesn't work, and you hear Taehyun let out a soft 'tsk'.

"Don't get shy on me now," he says, and you gasp as you feel him give your clit a soft kiss, "I thought you wanted this?"

"W-well, you're being a tease," looking down between your thighs, you find him already staring; your gaze jumps back up to the ceiling, the sight too intense for you to handle. "Stop staring and just get on with it."

He raises a brow in surprise, watching your hand come down to thread in his hair, tugging him closer to your cunt, your hips restless— he lets you lead him in closer, until his tongue licks a stripe along the seam of your folds, licking up the slick that dripped from your hole; you whine, pulling slightly at his hair and rolling your hips in search for more, and you feel his hand move from your thigh to your wrist, pulling it off his head.

"So bossy," he tongue darts out to prod at your entrance, feeling your legs twitch on his shoulders, "aren't you supposed to be all shy and cute?"

"Taehyun, please," you pant, feeling his tongue trace along your clit, lightly, the touch barely there— it drives you mad. "Just— give me more…"

He shakes his head, planting an open kiss on your clit, running his tongue all over your cunt before teasing the tip of it into your entrance. "I'll do what I want."

Your body feels like a live wire, desperate to feel more than the kitten licks and gentle kisses Taehyun continues to tease you with; he's lingering on your clit, running his tongue around it in circles and pulling back just to breath cool air onto your spit-slick skin— you're tense, grabbing a fistful of the bedsheets and squirming beneath him.

"Taehyun," you're on the verge of crying at this point— he's driving you mad, teasing you with the promise of pleasure but pulling away before you can really indulge, "c'mon…!"

You're bucking your hips up, pressing your cunt against his mouth desperately; Taehyun's nails dig into your thighs, and before you can pull away in shock, he's bringing you forward and attaching his mouth onto your dripping pussy. You're tensing, hands flying up to cover your mouth as Taehyun wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks the bud harshly, pressing his hot tongue against it and looking up at you through his lashes— his tongue slips beneath the hood of your clit, and he's breathing out a laugh against your clit as he hears you squeal.

"C'mon baby, I thought you knew better than that," he murmurs, refusing to fully part from your cunt— a mixture of spit and arousal drips down your cunt, but Taehyun is quick to lick it all up before it can fall to the floor; your thighs twitch around his head as he spits the slick back onto your clit, your head spinning from the impact. "You really think talking to me like that is gonna get you what you want?"

In the back of your mind, you know you're walking a fine line— the way Taehyun is looking at you feels cold and menacing, but you're too far gone to care; all you can pay any mind to is the need that makes your cunt throb and your dazed, hazy brain that tells you to keep pushing.

"I dunno," your words are a bit slurred, a shiver running through you as you feel Taehyun's spit dragging down your cunt, "seems to be working so far."

Taehyun's jaw clenches, his lips drawing tightly together. Before you can joke or apologize, he's bringing the palm of his hand against your cunt with a stinging slap!

"Ah!" A broken whine leaves you, the stinging sensation ebbing through your cunt. Taehyun massages his fingers along your slit in faux apology.

"Too much?" he asks— you remain silent, biting your lip to muffle a whimper. "You want me to stop?"

Through hot embarrassment that flushes through your skin, you screw your eyes shut and shake your head. Another slap lands on your cunt, a little harsher than the last— your back arches, the heels of your feet digging into Taehyun's back; he delivers another. Then another, and another, the final slap to your cunt ringing out into the air and bringing tears to your eyes.

"Fuck!" you sob, feeling Taehyun's fingers massage along your lips, landing another just to tease, "fuck… you…!"

Taehyun doesn't respond, but it's clear your outburst has pissed him off— his brows furrow and his lips close around your clit, sucking and licking at it until you're a shaking mess, yelping his name when you feel his teeth graze the sensitive bud teasingly. His tongue runs down your clit and to your entrance, prodding at your hole just to feel the way it flutters around the muscle— he's messy, drooling all over your skin and slurping up your juices, pushing his tongue past your tightening cunt and pressing into you as deep as he can, his nose digging into your clit as he fucks you with his mouth.

Your hands scramble to grab his head, the build up from his previous teasing making your heart pound against your chest and the coil tighten in your stomach— when you fingers scratch at his scalp and pull his hair, he moans, eyes closed in bliss as he shakes his head side to side against your cunt as if he could burrow deeper inside— you can feel the mixture of his spit and your arousal dripping down to your asshole and falling onto the floor, but it doesn't stop Taehyun from digging his fingers into your thighs and gluing his face to you, your orgasm building up so fast you have no way to warn him.

It feels like everything goes white for a second— it all crashes down at once, the tight coil in your stomach snapping and rendering you a puddle of bones, defenseless against Taehyun's continued assault on your cunt; his pace doesn't cease once, even as your thighs snap shut against his head and your body trembles, tears streaming from your eyes from the sheer intensity.

No, Taehyun doesn't falter for a second, prolonging your orgasm until it begins to twist to something nastier, something painful— the waves of pleasure that gently washed over you are now torrents, every brush of Taehyun's nose against your clit only making you wince and cry out from the sensitivity.

"Taehyun—" you gasp, watching as he slurps up your juices, pretending not to hear you, "Taehyun, it's too much! I just— fuck, I just came!"

"You'll take what I give you," he grumbles against your skin, biting your inner thigh, "it's what you wanted, no?"

"Not— not like this!" you're kicking at Taehyun's back as he returns to sucking and kissing at your clit, "I'm too sensitive!"

A particularly harsh suck against your clit has your body jumping, your heel landing against Taehyun's back a bit harder than you intended it to— hearing him grunt at the impact, you tense, about to apologize when Taehyun suddenly hooks his hands under your knees, pushing forward until you're folded in half, your cunt left on display for him— he's as much of a mess as you are, his lips and chin shining with your arousal, a soft blush coloring his face.

"Give me your hands." He doesn't give you a chance to comply, taking your hands in his, guiding them to the back of your knees and using them to pin your legs against your chest. You've been left completely helpless against him, and you barely have any energy left to protest the way he's latching onto your cunt once more.

He's eating you like a man starved— his tongue runs along your cunt as though trying to memorize you, massaging your clit and tracing along your slit before slipping back into your cunt, lapping at your entrance and fucking you with his tongue— he presses his face firmly against you, pining you into the mattress with his weight. You're a squirming, mewling mess, the painful sensitivity from your previous orgasm bleeding into pleasure. When he feels your hips beginning to buck against his face in search for more, he throws your legs over his shoulders once more, his mouth focusing solely on your clit while he teases two fingers against your entrance.

"Fuck, fuck— I'm close," you sob— it feels like your body has a mind of its own, chasing pleasure that only makes you dizzy; it's too much, it's overwhelming, but it's so, so good, and Taehyun is more than happy to bring you over the edge, inserting his fingers into your sopping cunt, groaning at the way you tighten around him— he curls his fingers, exploring your walls until he finds the spot that makes your moans break and your cunt drool, drilling into the same spot until you're crying for mercy and falling apart on his mouth for the second time.

"Taehyun, Taehyun please, slow down!" you're realizing with delayed mortification that Taehyun has yet to pull away— and at the sound of your pleas, he's going even harder, the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting into you making you hot with shame— you try to plead for him to pull away, but it's all incoherent and broken, the overstimulation melting your brain.

"You cryin'? Again?" he coos, pulling away from your swollen clit just to laugh; his fingers curl inside you, and he licks at your cunt to clean up his mess. "Where's that mouthy brat I had here earlier?"

You try to bite back, say something that shows you still have some fight in you— but you can barely manage to blink away your tears, much less talk through your hiccuping moans.

"You look so pathetic," he says, "is this how you like it?"

Sniffling, you shake your head, attempting to mumble something about it being 'too much'— Taehyun doesn't care to listen, fitting in a third finger in your entrance instead; your eyes roll back at the stretch, feeling him slowly pump his fingers until you begin to adjust to him.

"No?" he's placing soft kisses on your clit, looking up at you from between your thighs, "you got yourself in this mess though. The least you could do is say sorry."

His fingers are precise and cruel as they thrust into you, your cunt begging for mercy as his mouth works perfectly together with his hands— while you try to squirm out of his grip, your nails digging into the back of his hand while your other hand slaps at his shoulder, Taehyun continues to pin you down against the mattress, slurping and licking your cunt's juices, running his tongue on your bruised clit and sucking it as though it were his favorite candy.

The pleasure that builds up inside you is something you've never felt before— it isn't the warm, addicting rise that crashes gently; it's a fire that runs through your body, it's violent, a surge of stimulation that makes you cry out for Taehyun to please, please slow down, this feels weird— all your words do is spur him on, as though he's attuned to your body better than you are.

His words echo in your mind— you vaguely recall your outbursts, all the things you did in search of a reaction— and you begin to say through broken sobs the last thing you think will make Taehyun go easy on you.

"I'm sorry! Fuck, fuck! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You wail, that raw, uncontrollable pleasure beginning to loom over you— there's a pressure building in your stomach, and you feel your muscles beginning to tense. "Please, please please, it's too much!"

"You gonna cum?" Is all he says in response, "I can feel it."

"I can't," you're panting, your hips trying to cant backward in an attempt to run away— but Taehyun won't let you, dead set on making the impossible happen. "I can't, I already— Taehyun!"

It hits you suddenly, your limbs locking up and the pressure in your stomach releasing— your cunt tightens around Taehyun's fingers, trying to push him out to no avail. His pace slows down and you swear you hear him whine— when your ears filter out the sounds of your own pathetic moans to pick up the wet, dripping sounds of liquid slapping against skin and onto the floor, your eyes fly open; sure enough, you've squirted all over Taehyun's face, the liquid continuing to gush out as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

You're melting back against his mattress, equally spent and mortified.

"I'm… I'm sorry," you cover your face with your hands, peeking through the cracks of your fingers as Taehyun begins to crawl over you, entirely drenched from the chin down. Embarrassment licks a hot stripe up your spine, and you're scooting back on the bed to run away from the sight— Taehyun just continues crawling toward you, stopping you with a hand on your hip when you've made it to the center of the bed.

"Really? Now you're sorry?" he says, his knees on the sides of your hips caging you in. Your fingertips dig into your face as you watch a droplet from your release fall from his chin and onto his already wet shirt— you whimper, ashamed, but Taehyun laughs, straightening up and pulling the shirt over his head.

"Oh my god," you mumble, partly because the sight of Taehyun looming over you like this and stripping is a look straight from your wettest dreams, but also because he then uses that same shirt to dry off his face before tossing it behind him. "Oh my god."

"Getting shy on me again?" he smiles coyly, taking off his pants next— his cock is still hard and clearly neglected, his length twitching at the mere sight of you, his tip flushed a deep red. Rubbing your thighs together, you can still feel your cunt throbbing, attempting to recover from the sensitivity. Taehyun runs his hands up your thighs, tracing along your waist before landing on your baby tee. "Take this off for me, angel."

Despite your trembling hands, you still manage to do as he asks— he watches you pull the shirt over your head and unclasp your bra, his brows furrowing and a sigh leaving him when he sees your breasts; he's leaning in to kiss, you, his hands that come up to massage your breasts and play with your nipples so gently you think he'll finally go easy on you.

"I don't accept your apology, by the way."

It feels like you've become a paper doll under Taehyun's grasp; you're flipped over like you're weightless, and Taehyun is quick to grab your wrists in his hand and pin them against the small of your back— his other hand grabbing your waist and pulling you up until you're on your knees and your face is pressed in the mattress, your back arched prettily from where he presses down.

The head of his cock swipes through your slit, and you flat out shiver, nuzzling your face into the mattress— he's only running the tip of his cock along your cunt, but it already feels too much, his thick cockhead parting your lips and lingering at your entrance so you can feel the stretch.

"If you're really sorry, you'll make it up to me, okay?" Taehyun leans down, pressing his chest against your back— the weight of him is grounding, and you can feel his breath fanning on your skin as he whispers in your ear. "You gonna be good and let me use you like a doll?

He's grinding his cock against your entrance as he's speaks to you, and the feeling of his length running along your pussy is driving you mad— burying your face into the comforter, you nod. But truly, you should know better at this point— Taehyun is grabbing your hair and pulling your face out, leaning forward so he can see you.

"Look at me." He says; your eyes flutter open, glassy eyes meeting his stern ones, "Now use your words."

"Yes," his stare is so intense, you can barely hold it. "I want you to use me. I'll be your doll."

Taehyun's cock that was dragging along your cunt is finally aligned with your entrance— he lets go of your hair, letting you slump back into the bed and bury your face with a muffled whine. He straightens up, watching the way your cunt resists his cock— you hear him let out a deep groan behind you once he finally pushes in, his tip already enough to stretch you out. You could barely fit him in your mouth— it's no surprise you're struggling to take him now, the girth of his length filling you up so good, feeling him sink into you slowly until his hips are flush against your ass.

"So fucking tight— stretched you out for nothing," Taehyun gulps, his hold on your wrists tightening and drawing out a weak mewl from you, "you're squeezing around me like crazy."

You can't help the way your walls flutter around him— you just feel so incredibly good, your hips pushing back against him to feel his skin flush against yours, his balls pressing against your clit— your jaw is slack and you think you might be drooling against Taehyun's bedsheets once he starts moving, the slow slide of cock making you moan.

"Feels good?" he asks, letting out an airy laugh when you nod. "You feel good too baby."

He's picking up the pace gradually; what starts as slow, deep thrusts into your cunt, pulling all the way out just so he can feel you clench around his tip, is turning into something needier, something desperate— his hips begin to slam against your ass, his cock hammering into spots that have your eyes rolling to the back of your head; the sheer force of his thrusts is enough to have your body jolting forward, but he holds you in place, his grip on your wrists tight while he uses his other hand on your waist to bring you back into him.

"Perfect— pretty cunt, taking me so good," he groans, your cunt clenching down on him in response. He's so rough and deep, it feels like his cock is all the way in your stomach— you're breathless, gasping his name as he continues to use your body to fuck him back, your ass slamming against his hips and making your toes curl.

"S-so— deep—" you're turning your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the bed as you attempt to look over your shoulder; through the corner of your eye, you're able to see Taehyun, a sheen of sweat on his blushing skin, his teeth gritted together as he watches his cock disappear inside you— he catches you staring, raising a brow and leaning down to press his chest against your back.

"What'd you say baby?" he huffs, pressing kisses along your shoulders, sinking his teeth into your skin to hear the way you squeal— he's leaving bite marks all along your skin, licking up your neck and moaning directly in your ear.

"Taehyun— you're so big, m'so full..." your voice breaks, and Taehyun chuckles, planting a messy kiss on your cheek.

"Am I too big for you?" he asks, sitting up once more— his hand on your hip begins to wander, his fingers splaying out on your stomach. His hand is pressing down, and you jolt, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out much more intense. "Fuck, I can feel myself in that cute stomach."

His palm presses harder against your stomach, his hips snapping meanly into you— you're a sobbing, helpless mess, and when Taehyun is letting go of your wrists to play with your clit, pinching and slapping it teasingly, your hands fly up to push against his hips, a subconscious attempt to push him out of you— all he does in response is lean his weight against you more, his cock grinding so deep into you, you start to see white.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asks, watching your hands slap on the mattress helplessly, grabbing onto the sheets and trying to crawl forward— he merely watches for a moment, but you barely move before he's grabbing your hips and dragging your body back, his cock bottoming out inside you in a single thrust— your ears burn at the filthy squelch that comes from your abused cunt.

Taehyun has caged you in— his hands come down next to your head, his body pressing yours down until your face is pressed into the bed and your ass is in the air; he doesn't let you adjust when he starts fucking you, his hips snapping violently into you and drawing out a long, high pitched cry from you. He's panting into your ear, placing a sloppy kiss on your temple.

"Stay still and take it," your hands that were holding onto the sheets find Taehyun's hands, one reaching to lace your fingers with his while the other trails up, grabbing at his bicep to stabilize yourself— it's a short-lived attempt, because he's shifting to wrap his arm around your throat, locking your body in place for his cock. "There we go, such a good girl for me."

His muscles flex against your throat, and your mouth falls open, beginning to feel lightheaded, your hand holding onto his forearm— turning your head, your teeth sink into his bicep, and you hear him moan in your ear in response.

"Fuck— look at you, biting me like a cute little puppy," he grins, feeling your teeth sinking into his muscle again from the sheer overstimulation your mind is going through. "Feels good?"

Pulling away, you can't even bring yourself to be embarrassed at the spit that you've left on his skin— not when you're getting fucked this good. "Mh-hmm… t-too…"

"Too much?" he coos, his tone gentle and sickeningly sweet— his hold around your throat tightens, and he's using it as leverage to hoist the two of you up so that you're kneeling; the change in angle has your eyes rolling back and your head falling against his shoulder, feeling as though his cock is somehow even deeper.

"I know, I'm sorry baby," he says, beginning to piston into you from this new angle, "'m almost there, I promise."

Fuck, your mind screams at you, how the fuck is he still going?

Taehyun's hand is coy as it travels to your navel, pushing against your stomach to feel his cock plunging in and out of you before sneaking down to play with your clit once more— your thighs are trembling and if Taehyun weren't holding you up, you would've fallen in a boneless puddle against his bed by now. Instead, you're scrambling to hold onto him, grabbing his arm around your neck and holding onto his hips, your back arching away from him— only to create the perfect angle for him to fuck into you, that same, molten pleasure beginning to creep up on you.

"Fuck fuck fuck, Taehyun, oh god, I'm so— 'm so—"

"Yeah, fuck— hold on—" he's flipping you onto your back before pushing back in, holding your calves by his shoulders as he pushes in, "need to see you… cum on my cock, fuck. You're so pretty, baby."

It really feels like he might break you with this angle— your legs twitch and tremble as his holds them up, rolling his hips deep into your cunt, his eyes flickering back and forth from where his cock disappears inside you to your face, drunk on the sounds you make every time the tip of his cock brushes against your sweet spot.

God, the view is already enough to make you cum— your eyes are hungry as you take in his body, his tanned skin dripping with sweat, carving lines down his chest and dripping into the crevices of his abs, his stomach clenching every time you squeeze around him; there's a blush that runs from his pecs to the tip of his ears, his brows furrowed with pleasure and his mouth parted as soft moans of your name leave him, canines digging into his bottom lip as he wills not to cum too soon. His eyes meet yours, dark and lustful, and you can't help yourself from hiding behind your hands, entirely overwhelmed.

"No— don't hide from me now," he throws your legs over his shoulders and closes in on you, folding you in half and continuing his cruel pace— he pries your hands from your face, lacing his fingers with yours and pinning them beside your head, his mouth inches away from yours. "I need to see you cum on my cock."

The air between you is charged and heated, and you're craning your head up to catch his lips, whining and moaning into his mouth as he brings you close to your climax; your nails dig into his hands, hips bucking up and chasing that peak that seems so overwhelmingly close— you're losing control of yourself, lost in the feeling of Taehyun— his warm body against yours, his hands that hold yours a little tighter, his thick cock that splits you open— and you squeeze your eyes shut.

"Taehyun, I'm gonna— gonna cum."

"Do it angel, I've got you— lemme feel it, c'mon—" it feels like time has gone still for a moment; your body arches off the bed, your breasts pressing against Taehyun's chest as you cum with a soft cry of his name, your cunt sucking him in and begging for more.

"'Atta girl… so pretty when you cum," he helps you ride it out, rolling his hips against yours, reaching down to trace soft circles on your clit until you're a trembling mess. He's peppering kisses all over your face, thrusting shallowly into you, pouting when you begin to whine. "I know baby, I know— I'm— I'm so close, just hold on a little more okay?"

"M'kay…" you mumble, feeling him smile against your lips, "Taehyun— cum inside me."

He groans, tracing his lips along your jaw. "Fuck— you can't be serious."

"I am," you can feel him twitching inside you, his hips beginning to lose their rhythm, "I want you to."

"Y-yeah? Want my cum?" he's so close, you can feel him losing control as he fucks into you— you nod, tilting your head to give him better access, "say please."

"Can you cum inside me?" you whine, breathless, "please? Please, I want you to fill me up…"

"Fuck. Of course baby, so cute when you beg," his head falls to the crook of your neck, his hips stilling deep inside you— his cock twitches and his hips subtly rut into you as he cums, hot and thick and endless as he pumps it into you, a thick ring forming at the base— his weight sinks you into the mattress, and all you can do is lie there and let him use your body to ride it out, his teeth nipping at your neck as he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder; you're tilting your head to rest against his, the two of you a panting, sweaty mess.

His grip on your hands loosens, and you're slipping from his hold to snake your arms around him, your nails scratching along his back while your other hand tangles into his dark hair, scratching his scalp— you'd almost think he were about to purr with the way he leans into your touch, his hands sneaking under your back to pull you up and flush against him.

It's silent; your body is cooling down, and you're turning your head to the side to look out his window— it's gotten so late.

"Stay." He grumbles, "sleep here."

You let out a deep breath, nodding. "I will."

"Good…" he's trailing off, his voice softening as he nuzzles your skin. "I don't think i would've had the energy to drive you back."

You laugh softly, feeling Taehyun's hold on you tighten, as though afraid you'd slip away. But you remain still, dragging your nails along his scalp and feeling him melt against you. There's a calm bliss that washes over you, and you think what little high you had left is fading. Taehyun turns his head, kissing the crook of your neck to get your attention.

"You really are beautiful, you know that?" he says, and you roll your eyes and hum. "I don't want this to be a one time thing. I wanna get to know you better."

You can feel butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach, pressing your lips together to stop a giddy laugh from escaping you. You take a moment to ensure your voice is even before you speak.

"Take me on a date then."

He nods immediately. "Deal."

It's quiet again— your touch is gentle on Taehyun's skin as the two of you catch your breath; slowly, you feel his breath even out, his head burrowing deeper into your neck. He's falling asleep, you realize, tapping his shoulder and watching him flinch.

"Taehyun…"

"Hmm?"

"You're still inside me… I'm so sticky," you say, hearing him mumble a soft 'oh'. "And I squirted on your face."

Silence.

"Oh yeah." Taehyun doesn't seem to be nearly as bothered by that fact as you are. "I'll draw us a bath."

Instead of acting on his words, Taehyun lingers in your arms, nuzzling against your skin— you catch him dozing off once more before he's finally getting up with a reluctant groan, as though the thought of leaving your side pained him; you're happily resigned to follow him, allowing him to pamper you for the rest of the night.

Everyone who knows you have two boyfriends often say the same thing.

'oh my god that must be fun!'

And it is!

except when they decide to test your limits.

First it was Taehyun, when you you go on tiktok, on their groups page, a simple tiktok — wrong.

You were unfairly ambushed by him at the fucking gym, biceps out.

immediately switching to your messages, texting him away, because how dare he hide that photo from you — his innocent girlfriend.

his reply a simple 'you see them all the time at home.' as if that changed anything.

Then it was Soobin.

Scrolling twitter mindlessly, waiting for said boyfriends to get home, then you see it.

At the gym, posed innocently as if he hasn't sent half of his fandom into shambles — and you are no better.

Whats the point of being their girlfriend if you don't even get girlfriend privileges, a simple photo, and you know he knew what he was doing, sending you a text when he got out of the gym, coincidentally with Taehyun, sending you a cute selfie of the two of them.

This is psychological warfare by the boys you love the most, and you know they did this on purpose, to rile you up — or turn you on, not the point.

Deciding that it was time you had some fun for yourself — while you definitely were a kpop idol who had millions of followers, you still decided to post something just for them.

Changing into the skimpiest panama set you own (the ones the boys bought for you btw.) Posing on the bed, the selfie not inherently seductive but definitely something they wouldn't want anyone else to see.

The texts flood instantly, you know they have your notifications on — you expected this, they were at an unavoidable practice, couldn't be home for another hour — you thought.

You don't even bother replying, or even viewing the messages, leaving them on delivered just to piss them off.

mindlessly scrolling on your phone, the notifications silencing after 10 minutes, assuming they were practising.

So when another 15 minutes pass you think nothing of the sounds in the living room.

Then you hear it — footsteps.

Two sets actually — you check the time, they shouldn't be home for anther hour at least.

"F-fuck Soobin —" You let out a choked moan, barely able to mutter out the words, the bicep pressed carefully around your neck — enough to have your brain fuzzy.

Soobin's chest is pressed to your back, your body settled between his thighs, feeling his harden cock press against your ass, his arm curled around your neck.

Pressing comedically soft kisses to the side of your head, his eyes trained on Taehyun whos between your thighs, his hands holding onto the plush of your thighs, squeezing the delicate skin — tainted with deep purple marks, scattered around your inner thigh, leading down to your pussy.

Your eyes locked on his boxers, noticing the small wet patch forming at his tip, begging to come out.

Instinctively you move to try and relieve him, quickly getting stopped by Soobin tightening his arm around your neck, a pathetic moan escaping your lips.

"Nobody said you could touch yet." he scoffs, smiling at the small desperate whine you let out.

"You've already been a brat today, gonna ignore Binnie to his face too?" Taehyun's words mock you, the small tug on his lips only confirming that.

His palm grazes over the tent of his boxers, flexing his muscles just to mess with you, letting out the prettiest sound when he grazes over his tip.

You can feel Soobin twitch against you, clearly enjoying this just as much as you, a small groan escapes him when you accidentally grind back against him, his arm tightening around you neck hard — making your vision blur — the moan that ripped through your throat only making Taehyun suck in a breath.

Taehyun's fingers skim over his boxers, making a show of it just to tease you.

Pulling down his boxers, enough to pull out his cock — his tip flushed an angry shade of red, cum leaking from the tip making your mouth water — automatically trying to squeeze your thighs together — trying to relieve some of the heat between your thighs.

"No." His words echo, pulling you out of your state, your eyes glossy — the feeling of your airways being restricted and the denial of anything — its too much.

"P-please.." Your voice is broken — too desperate to even care if you seem needy, you need him — you need anything — your boys both denying you of that.

"You were the one who decide to pull that, you posted something slutty for everyone to see and expected us to be okay with that?" Soobin's voice is low — barely above a whisper, but it sends shivers down your spine.

You don't answer — you cant, your brain clouded with everything happening.

The feeling of Soobin's arm leaving your throat makes you whine — missing the heavy weight of his bicep pressed your throat, your whines cut off shortly after when Soobin leans over to your bedside table, pulling out the pretty pink silk kept there.

Quickly tying your wrists together, keeping you from squirming around. Before you realise Soobin's arm wraps around your torso — stilling any movements.

His other hand leaning over, meeting Taehyun half way, his fingers tugging at the younger boys hair, pulling him into a heated kiss — Both of them moaning into the kiss — mere inches from you, forcing you to sit there and watch, unable to do anything.

Taehyun's hand leaves your thigh, cupping Soobin's jaw, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue deep into his mouth, only making Soobin moan.

You cant do anything besides watch — moaning at the sight of your boyfriends, so close — but not enough.

Watching as Taehyun pulls back, a string of spit connecting them, both of their pupils fully blown.

Soobin's chest is heaving behind you, feeling his heart beat rapidly against you.

Soobin reaches forward — pushing you forward too, his hand wrapping around Taehyun's cock abruptly, pulling a deep moan from Taehyun.

Soobin's thumb rubbing over the slit, stroking his cock, the delicious sounds Taehyun lets out only fuelling him further, tracing the vein on the underside of his cock — eliciting a sharp groan to escape his lips.

Taehyun pulls Soobin off him, only for Soobin to let out a sound of displeasure, just to be silenced with a look from Taehyun.

His hands perch on your thighs, soothing the skin before hooking them around his waist, his hand wrapping around his own cock, stroking himself a few times before lining up with your sopping hole, smearing your slick around your swollen cunt.

He pushes in all at once — giving you no time to adjust, your cunt taking him with ease. His cock ramming into your warm cunt, the weight of his cock in your cunt addicting — barely able to contain your moans — Soobin moaning against your neck, your ass grinding against his cock — Taehyun's thrusts only sending jolts of pleasure though him too.

His hips, rolling against yours, his tip nearly kissing your cervix with every mean thrust. Unable to stop himself, his fingers snake down between you — even if you're being a brat he will always make sure you cum first — and hard.

His fingers rubbing harsh figure 8s onto your aching clit, using the slick dripping from your cunt to ease it.

Hes close too — you can feel it, his thrusts hurrying and the groans slipping from his lips becoming frequent.

The tight knot forming in your stomach snaps as soon as you feel Soobin's fingers tug on your hardened nipples, twisting them between his fingers, his voice dripping with lust.

"Thats it, baby — come for us, good girl."

Your orgasm crashes over you — the whines echoing through the room, knowing damn well the neighbours are sick of you.

Taehyun comes quickly after you, your warm walls sucking him in — the feeling of you cumming all over his cock his breaking point. He doesnt stop — fucking you through your orgasm, his fingers slowing on your clit.

Once his movements stop he looks over at you, cheeks wet with tears, Soobin's hands still on your tits.

After a moment you come back to reality — the pleasure from your orgasm dulling slightly, noticing Taehyun looking at you when you open your eyes.

A small, dangerous smirk on his lips.

"Your turn."

He wasn't looking at you — no, he was looking at the boy behind you, and when you look back at him you're met with a small smug smile.

Maybe you should post more often.

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In fact, you only sought and listened to the advice from Taehyun, who offered to help capture the supposed 'mice' chewing right through your shirts and socks. Whether it was leaving your belongings inside of his room for safekeeping, or letting him handle all the dirty laundry, as well as allowing him to search through your room for the missing hairbrush you were desperate to find. Whenever you did leave your sacred possessions with him, they'd be back in your grasp by the time you returned— perfectly clean, albeit slightly crumpled.

Eventually, he was evicted back into his own space after a dive too deep into your belongings led his snooping nose right into your stash of vibrators— and handheld mirrors, and tissues, and gel pens among other things stuffed in there. But by the next day you'd be at his door with another shirt in hand, asking him to keep it safe in his room just as he advised. In the same way you're now slumped into the compress of the couch, letting your weight drag you into as you sprawl your limbs over the just-for-show pillows.

"I think this is driving me insane. Tell me I'm insane—"

"You're insane." The corners of Taehyun's lips rise as he shuffles up to make space on the cramped sofa. Only managing to move a couple more inches while his foot remains between your legs that take up 90% of the area.

Huffing, you throw the soiled t-shirt right on centre with his face, hurled with as much fortitude as your strengthless arms could handle. Even mimicking unfolding the shirt with your hands to get your clueless roommate to uncrumple the slightly-crunchy top and just notice the huge stain left all over it.

"What does that look like to you?" Directing his eyes back (from your chest) to the unmistakable patch of bleached fabric and dried flakes, you can't help but push the shirt closer towards his face for an answer.

"This? I don't know...a toothpaste stain, maybe?" Within seconds, your interrogative brows drop into pure disbelief as you flip the shirt back around to face you. Feeling as if you were about to burst out in hysterical laughter from the absurdity of his answer compared to the confession you were expecting from him.

"I'd hope you've jerked off enough to know what a cum stain looks like Taehyun. I mean the mice chewing through my undies, fine. But I doubt they're jerking off to everything in my closet because now I don't have anything to fucking wear!" You try one last time to put on your best stern face in hopes of receiving a guilty confession from your very much touch-starved roommate, and still he shrugs his shoulders and denies it once more.

Back leaned over the armrest, shoulders rolled as they relax further into the couch— Taehyun could feign complete innocence right now and you'd believe him through that strong poker face of his. A forte you may call it, just not now when you're trying to get to the bottom of who's been ripping through the gusset of your underwear like it's nothing.

"Or, great idea...maybe. They're. Just. Toothpaste. Stains." Taehyun pries away your face with a finger to your forehead, ushering you back with each overly emphasised word of his as you groan in frustration

"Yeah right, I hope that 5'10" tube of toothpaste cums all over my shirt tomorrow." Left with more questions than answers, you groggily carry yourself back into your room with an extra aggravated slam to the door. Clad in your teeny-tiny top you fit into years ago and never threw out, now having to resort to it with all of your other clothes in the wash.

And Taehyun wants to apologise, he wants to come clean about messing with the fasteners of all your bras while you were out in the city, just so he could catch you bare enough under your already thin top. Grinning to himself internally when he catches your nipples perking through the flimsy material, round buds bulging through your shirt which he subconsciously swirls his tongue in his mouth at. It just so happens that the second he lets his mind run off with a libido of its own, there's no telling when he'll return to his senses before you're waving a hand in front of him.

But it's not like Taehyun tries to be subtle about his 'problem' at hand. Since you've already caught his eyes drifting towards your chest in every conversation you've had, and you've always accepted his excuse of it being instinct with a raised brow.

While on movie nights he'll blatantly ask you to let him rest his head between your thighs, smiling as you give in so easily to him. Waiting for them to clench as you try to ignore your wet folds that he can hear perfectly clear between the valley of your legs.

Plus, if he's feeling extra provocative, he might feign falling asleep too. Allowing his head to drift to the side in his slumber as he rolls and turns until his lips are practically moulded right between your thighs and your clothed cunt. Faking snores that hum through his mouth, trying to restrain himself from smirking right against you when he feels your hand push gently on his head to guide his vibrating hums closer against your core than they already are.

Within that reasoning, Taehyun can't take the sole blame for being perverted. Not when you have that rough pair of real handcuffs hidden under the piles of socks on the left hand side of your closet, buried within a drawstring bag which is a terrible attempt at being discreet. Which quite literally, is what he's best at.

Since he'll do the classic underwear stealing from the pile of dirty laundry. Stuff it in his pockets, bring it up to his nose to catch any remnants of your scent or dampness, jerk off with it and so on. Cut a hole into the material where your cunt would mould against— just a decent sized hole. One that's big enough for him to fit through, and still small enough to feel as tight as he imagines you'd be. Fucking his fist raw continuously as the burn of friction between skin and fabric drives him towards release, until the tearing and fraying threads rip open the hole completely.

He'll do the cliche cumming over your bedsheets while you're out with your best friends. Hovering over where your mattress is still imprinted by the dip of your weight into the bed, giving lengthy and prolonged strokes as he spurts his warm seed all over them. Not leaving without making sure he's painted your grey sheets damp and white with at least four dumptruck loads of cum. More accurately, pools of cum by the end of his four rounds while his cock swells all over with thick globs of cream-white that'll continue ejecting for over a minute. A piece of art he would leave to your discretion and for you to discover, if only he didn't prioritise hoarding the scent of your sheets before washday all to himself.

Like any other blockbuster movie's typical pervert, he'll press his ear up against the thin drywall. Searching for anything close to your mewls he imagines you're muffling with your duvet, proving useless when all he needs to focus on is the smacking of your fingers with each wet schlk. The lewdest melody he can just about hear as its echo bounces off your walls with each plunge inside your dripping cunt.

Oh? You complained that your face towel smells weird? Looks like he didn't do that great of a job cleaning out the stain after all even though he tried his best. Too caught up in the scent of you filling all his senses. With the fragrance of your shampoo still fresh in his hair, and your lotion lathered down the underside of his cock. Its signature strawberry scent growing addictive as it forms white rings at the base of his girth, squelching and smacking against skin with every jerk of your towel wrapped around him. Pretending as though each soft stroke of your towel along his sensitive veins was your pretty hole engulfing him in your warmth. Even simulating your clenching walls with each tightened grip of his fist around his tip, whispering sweet whines to himself under hushed breaths in his best attempt at your voice. Imagining it's you who's whining for him to not pull out, imagining the scent surrounding him is your body melting against his as sweat infuses itself with the shower's condensation.

Taehyun should feel guilty about it, cumming all over your towel until it was completely soaked in his arousal. White streaks of hot seed accumulating around his rosy tip as he wipes the rest onto the lilac rag, oozing with thick droplets of his gunk as he tries to clean after his mess.

Although the effort turns out to be short lived when he's rinsing the stain off in the sink, face-to-face with his slightly foggy reflection in the mirror. Then eyeing your toothbrush left idle inside your rinse cup, instantly leading his already gross mind into a labyrinth of unchaste thoughts.

Thinking back to every morning that your schedule happens to run perfectly aligned with his, leading to your bodies bumping against each other as you simultaneously brush your teeth. Your brows knitted and intent on finishing before him, whereas he's all focused on the way your mouth parts open as you brush along the back of your teeth and round your gums. The small toothbrush poking into the side of your cheek every now and then while white foam drips from your chin— and fuck, all he can think about now for the rest of the day is pushing his fat cock past your mouth. Mocking you as you claw at his thighs, telling him your jaw aches through pitiful tears as your tongue struggles to accommodate his girth.

So he happened to have tampered about with your toothbrush and cup that day as well, unnoticed. Completely set on cumming all over your belongings as he teases over his flushed tip with the bristles of your toothbrush. Hand gripping over the edge of the bathtub he sits on, chest blushing with pink over his defined muscle and broad shoulders. Head flicking back as he grunts from the tingling sensation of your toothbrush, rubbing down his sensitive slit his eyes squeeze close at. Aiming to cum inside your cute little rinse cup with painted daisies running down the glass; it's just wrong, so wrong.

Terrible of him to do so despite him scrubbing it clean of his cum he uses to mark everything that you own. Terrible of him to be so turned on when you're hot-headed and frustrated at him. Asking over and over again if he was the one ripping through your tights. Failing to mention the batteries he took out of your vibrator, as well as the chargers he threw away into the household trash— hoping it would be enough for you to grow needy without them and instead approach him for help.

Which you do in all the slyest indirect ways you could imagine. Not wanting to fall into his ploy but unable to help it when he's spreading his legs over the couch in the tightest pair of shorts he owns. The fabric clinging tight to his bulge you can't distract your eyes from even as he calls you over to pick a strawberry from your yoghurt bowl. Licking over his fingers as he bares his canines on display, tongue swathing over each finger just to tell you the fruit was sweet like he wasn't egging you on on purpose. He notices the way you awkwardly shuffle to your room and lock the door, blasting the loudest music you could despite saying you were going to study, hoping to drown your pathetic moans out.

You'll continue to interrogate and pick at old scabs he thought he healed, bringing up the ten pieces of clothing you left in his care to wash, only to receive just nine of them back with an even muskier scent than before. Listening to the same excuses he's backed up into his memory log, telling the same lies that you only gave him nine pieces and to take out your anger on the brand of washing detergent instead. Blaming the holes ripped in your clothing on your own carelessness and the imaginary mice rummaging through your room, and equally, going silent when you mention the stains.

Taehyun knows his lies are brittle and poorly executed, but he'd rather be caught for the 'small' inconveniences than be spotted fucking into the plushie you're always hugging at night. Unaware of the zipper down the back that couldn't have loosed over time without Taehyun to help. Pulling down the zip every time he fucks his cock directly into the stuffed animal he won you as a prize at a local carnival when you first moved in, driving him crazy that you've held onto it so dearly. Taking care of the fluffy squirrel you buy all sorts of decorative clips and hand-sewn clothes for.

It's a shame that Taehyun's the one who'll have to tread lightly with each of his thrusts in order to not rip through the delicate material, he just can't help himself when he sees the outline of his cock bulging through the belly of your plushie. He just can't help it when he cums inside of the cotton with no hopes of cleaning it out. Mind reeling just thinking about his cum stuffed inside the toy being so close to you without your knowledge.

Thinking back to everything he's corrupted with his dirty deeds, painting your belongings in his off-white gunk he's unashamed over. The pocket pussy he clothes with your panties and fucks until it's gushing with his cum, your pictures on his phone he pays tributes to with a nasty jerk off session, and all the times he's insisted on riding the back seat in the car when it was just you two alone. For no other reason than to slowly fuck his cock with his fist behind your leather-padded driver's seat, plastering a smile on his lips whenever you observe him through the rear-view mirror.

At the end of the day, you can call Taehyun all the vile and spiteful words you've pent up for him, call him a gross freak and a weirdo. Call him a pervert for all he cares. Since it won't change the fact that he's into it, and it won't erase the memory of you moaning out his name on the first night you moved in <3

YOUR CLOCK MUST BE MALFUNCTIONING AT THIS POINT. Sweeping your gaze around the room, you know that the people in front of you are thinking the same. Today was your scheduled presentation for the promotion to the open Head Manager position. In a confident stance, you are beyond prepared. This is what you have been working on for the last two months. Safe to say that you have finished it with overbearing satisfaction after long nights of research and proper practice.

But of course, what is a corporate life without misfortune and bad luck?

Because out of the thirty days of the month, your boss really chose this day to show up late in your office. It slowly melts your bottled courage and sanctioned words. Your boss, Beomgyu, was never late for any meetings. More so in an important presentation such as yours. He already gave you his word last week as you finalized this specific schedule.

Chewing your lips, your thighs have been bouncing for almost twenty minutes now. Eyes locked into the empty hallway, carrying a silent hope that Beomgyu will show himself in a blink. The soft hum of the projector, alongside the subtle buzz of the aircon, filled the quiet room. The other panels momentarily glared at their watches or scrolled through their phones to pass the time.

Soon, Mr. Jung, one of the department heads, cleared his throat to gather everyone’s attention. Your shoulders dropped from their composed poise, almost certain that he would have your presentation rescheduled because of one person’s doing.

You are gritting your teeth as you try to force a smile, meeting his impatient eyes. He was about to speak when the glass door swung open, revealing a disheveled Beomgyu with his forehead creased and sweat gliding down his temple. All the attention went to him, even holding your crumpled report in hand before carelessly sitting in his assigned chair.

What a way to enter your already ruined presentation.

“Are you all gonna stare at me?” Beomgyu’s deep, demanding voice bombarded the hall, nearly making the person close to you flinch. “Or are we gonna start this presentation?”

Despite being in a state of shock, your body moves before your mind does. Still processing how obnoxious he could be to barge in here, lash out at all of you when he is the one who arrived late. You connected your laptop to the projector before you silently observed the room—some of them are as confused as you are, while some are generally amused by how Beomgyu is acting.

Because he was never like this. He was known as that happy-go-lucky boss who has patience bigger than the firm he is handling. He never did this to past presentations you have been to, he was rarely late, and he never ever looked at you with those dark, glaring eyes as if you would never get things right in your whole life.

“Good day, dearest colleagues, especially to our respective heads. I am—”

“We all know who you are. Please get straight to the point.”

Your mouth hangs open as you stop yourself from scoffing. Beomgyu has his back against the swivel chair, looking at your improper state on the other end of the table. He is getting on your nerves. A fake smile forms on your lips before you turn into the next slide.

“Sure, sir,” You replied, voice tight yet controlled. “I want to begin my presentation by explaining my current position in the—”

Beomgyu audibly sighed, once again interrupting your flow. “The time scheduled for this presentation was only 45 minutes, correct?” He queried, brows furrowing while his eyes questioned the other people inside the room.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, tone going a pitch higher.

Holding on to your last strand of patience, you took a small breath. “Yes, sir.” You answered on behalf of everyone, fist tightly closed to remind yourself of the situation you are in.

You cannot snap at him. Not for now, at least.

“Then why are you not maximizing your time appropriately?” He snarled at you, intently scanning your figure before shifting in his chair. “You are aware that we have already read your report before this meeting, yes?”

His tone remains conceited, fingers now flipping through the pages before tilting his head at the question. Even if you are on the verge of bursting out, you gave him a stiff nod. His tongue poked out his cheeks, “If so, please continue with the reason why you deserve this position.”

You could feel the pitiful looks of your workmates, with some of the heads watching your poor self being rebuked even if your presentation hadn't started yet. The simmering annoyance in your chest has been bubbling, silently reminding you to keep things professional as you are still inside the office premises.

The silence stretches for somber countable minutes. And, under impulsive thinking, you closed your laptop shut. Beomgyu has his gaze locked on your actions, the hint of curiosity behind it almost made you chuckle.

“With all due respect,” You start, directly glaring at him from the other side. “I believe that I deserve this position because I know very well how to juggle my responsibilities no matter how overwhelming they may be.” A small smirk formed on your lips, proudly watching how every word you utter slowly drains the color out of his face.

“And, if you were to consider my credentials, I have a lot of experience in putting people back in their place.” Your smirk grew wider when his pupils began to roam around the place, now unable to maintain eye contact with you. The tension inside the room grew heavy as no one dared to speak after you, some were even entertained by the somewhat spectacle happening in the meeting. And if they only knew the meaning behind your words, their jaws would probably drop to the ground for good, too.

Because the truth is, no matter how many people have perceived him as the perfect boss, he would always come back to you to hang his tongue in exchange for a tiny taste of pleasure. Plus, considering how he whimpers at your mercy after work hours, he doesn't have the right to humiliate you like this.

Since, as per his preference, that is your job.

With Beomgyu going restless in his chair, you cannot help but push his buttons even more. “Some in this room have experienced it firsthand.” You offered a sly smile to everyone in the room, keeping the subtext between you two subtle to avoid any suspicion.

“Which, for what I know, would be a great asset to our firm.”

Silence once again enveloped the room, with several panels giving Beomgyu short glances to check if he was satisfied with your answer. Your boss seems to grow unfocused—breathes heavily with his hand fidgeting above the table. He almost looked like he forgot where he was. Your heart swelled at his posture, knowing his body well enough to recognize those familiar movements.

He is getting turned on. Pathetically so.

“May I entertain some more questions?” You gestured, not letting his horniness ruin this presentation for you. However, they all relied on their answer on Beomgyu, who has his head hanging low. All of these are really getting on your nerves, but still, you managed to steady your poise as the silence continued to ensue.

He spoiled your presentation, and you will make sure that he pays for it.

“CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PRESENTATION.”

“You nailed that! If I were you, I would die.”

“Looking forward to being your subordinate, ma'am!”

An obligatory smile is displayed on your lips while your colleagues leave the meeting room. The 45 minutes just ended, and you are now gathering your things while you entertain their comments. You are glad that some heads managed to share their insights about your report, whereas Beomgyu has failed to do so.

Obviously not when you could imagine how embarrassingly hard he must be under the table.

“Thank you, I’ll see you all at lunch.” You replied to each of them, zipping your laptop bag before you turned your gaze at the empty meeting hall. The only ones left are you and your pathetic boss who still can't bring himself to stand up from his chair. For a moment, his eyes met yours, but he instantly looked away. The scoff that you kept on yourself finally spilled out, palms resting at your hips as you gawked at him. Slowly, you walked towards him, heels clanking on the marbled floor.

“Glad you stayed, sir,” You spoke in a tone a bit more fluid than usual. Beomgyu's stare remained on the floor, stripes of sweat gliding on from his forehead the moment you stood beside him.

“Don't you think we have some talking to do?” A giggle almost slipped past your lips when you saw an anxious gulp in his throat, a hand finding the headrest of his swivel chair. You gave the chair a gentle push, forcing him to gradually face you.

“Ha—hm?” Beomgyu's voice got strained in his throat, lips trembling before his eyes finally leveled yours. You cannot help but observe this overall figure that you failed to do when he abruptly arrived. His eyes are heavy, and his skin is nearly pale. His dark brown orbs are also dilated, as if no thoughts are lingering in his head.

Most importantly, his legs are tightly shut. Almost making his stained crotch go past your stare.

“Oh, wow,” The hint of amusement was evident in your voice, brows creasing at the sight. “Did all my talk really make you soil on your slacks?”

A dark chuckle erupts from you when he remains quiet. You leaned in your body closer, lessening the gap between your faces that made him twitch in his seat. “You seem to lose your cool, sir,” You grinned, pushing your knee between his thighs to open his legs wide. He whined at the sudden force, immediately shifting his gaze to the empty hallway to see if anyone was around.

You mimic his actions, slowly dragging your knee to rub his clothed cock. “What do you think your employees would say when they saw how horndog their boss is?” You teased, pressing it a little bit harder.

Low grumbles came from him, trembling hands trying to reach for your exposed thighs as your pencil skirt had hiked up. His palms are cold, weakly trying to get you off his crotch before someone else sees.

“We hah—agreed that…” The panic in his face was ultimately hilarious, especially when your hand starts to cup his cheeks. Applying enough pressure for him to feel your demanding presence, but not tight enough to hurt his flustered flesh.

“Agreed to what?” You whispered, smirking at how hard his cock is under the subtle touch of your knee. “No… No touching in the office?” He hesitantly answered, giving you a short glimpse before bringing his eyes back into the hallway. It was indeed fun to see him be anxious, but you are still pissed about what he did earlier.

You pushed his cheeks harshly, making him softly whine. Then, you stood straight, tugging his arms to force him to stand up. “Be a good boy and fetch the room’s remote.” You spat directly in his ear, using his favorite pet name to leave no room for him to say no. Beomgyu nods at your command, even stumbling forward when you suddenly push him out of the way.

Hastily sitting in his chair, you watched as he timidly reached for the remote control, giving the hallway small looks to keep an eye on other employees. With the remote in hand, he was about to walk when you stopped him with your glare.

“What?” His voice is relatively small, clutching the remote like it is his weapon against you.

“Lock the door.” Beomgyu’s eyes widen at the request, then he blinks at you like he is doubting your words. He seems to be double-thinking whether he should follow your demand, and it just irritates you how it makes him more desirable in your mind.

He is such a beautiful prey in wolf's clothing.

“Would you really keep mommy waiting here?” You sweetly muttered, using his other weakness against him. Beomgyu hurriedly shook his head, frantically walking towards the door to lock it from the inside. Soon, he arrived in front of you, offering the remote as if it were his mere duty to serve you.

“Good Beomie…” You quipped, grabbing the remote to switch the room's clear glass walls into opaque, tinted glass, keeping the situation between you two. Even if you want to humiliate him in front of everyone, you still have some self-decency to maintain your professional image. Beomgyu warily watched the walls, once more anxiously gulping as seconds passed by.

The moment that the walls had fully transitioned, you swiftly grasped his tie, pulling him closer to you. And Beomgyu, ultimately unaware of your move, failed to maintain his balance. Leaving him kneeling in the ground like a sad puppy with one harsh tug.

“Okay, let's start with what you did earlier,” Your fingers are playing with the fabric as you lift your leg on his shoulder. “What gives you the right to humiliate me, hm?” Your other hand went to his soft locks, pulling his strands roughly just to put him back in his headspace.

Beomgyu’s lips are quivering, chest heaving heavily. “I am… I am so—sorry, mommy” He is stumbling on his words, wincing at how you are holding his hair. “I just had a… uhm, a bad day,” He continued, staring at you with those glassy, puppy eyes that made him look dreamy.

Your leg wrapped around his neck starts to grow tighter, teeth gritting with how lame his reason is. “And you made the perfect decision to pour it out in my presentation.” You whispered to yourself, twirling his hair on your fingers before you licked your lips. Deliberately, you yanked his tie to pull him closer, barely satisfied with how pitiful he looked below you.

“You are so good at running your mouth earlier, sir,” You smugly said, letting go of his hair to raise your skirt a tiny bit higher to expose your inner thighs, and of course your panties—that had been soaked with how obedient he had been to you.

“Why not shut that mouth and use those pouty lips in my pussy?”

With the use of your calf wrapped around his neck, you pushed his face between your legs. Beomgyu audibly gasped when he smelled your sweet scent that always shuts down his mind, tongue now hanging as he scoots closer to reach your cunt. You cunningly smiled at the sight, gripping his hair again just to shove him in.

“Mhhmph!” He whined at your sudden action, wiggling his head below you, which made the tip of his nose brush against the soft parts of your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling, tasting a tiny bit of pleasure from his resistance. Before he could even fight back, you hit the back of his head with your palm, adding more pressure to his head to the point he could suffocate.

“Serve me, you little shit,” You exhaled at him, quietly gasping when you felt his warm breath fanning your damped panties. “Did you use your oh-so cool moment to feed your shitty ego, huh?” You scorned, feeling your air going uneven when you finally felt the wetness of his tongue gliding in the fabrics of your panties.

Beomgyu feverishly shook his head before he used his teeth to push the fabrics aside, finally revealing your delicate cunt to him. He whined at the sight, giving you a gentle glance before his tongue spread on your slit. A surge of tingling sensation roamed through your nerves, back unconsciously arching from the pleasure.

“Fuck, that's it,” You tried to keep your moans to yourself, but he is poking at the best spots in your clit has made it impossible. He was always good at giving you what you need, even better that he knows that he needs to serve you just to make up for his mistakes.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, hips now chasing his tongue just feel more satisfying friction. “You love lapping mommy's pussy, don't you?” You hissed, words spilling in your mouth barely cohesive when he skillfully sucked your aching bud. It even got worse when he swirled the tip of his tongue near your hole, amplifying the sensation in your abdomen.

The soft vibrations of his moans added more feeling to your lower stomach. And, alongside it are the nasty sounds of him slurping your wetness, which lands perfectly in your ear. “Such a good boy for letting me fuck your pretty face.” You managed to voice out, feeling yourself being airless from how his tongue moves in unsync directions while his lips continued to inhale your sticky essence.

Soon, a strained squeal left you that almost made him stop teasing your squelching hole. You immediately bit your lower lip to maintain the volume, so hard that you tasted a metallic blood in your buds.

“Is this… Are you o–okay?” Beomgyu mumbled in concern while his face was still buried between your thighs. You gave him a proper look, glassy eyes holding back those chunks of tears, plump lips that are covered in glossy remnants of your juices, and his crimson cheeks that made him extra adorable in your eyes.

Fuck, you would gamble all of your life’s property just to see this view every day.

“No,” Fear instantly struck his flushed face, eyes widely open in shock. You swore that you could almost see the screws of his mind working overtime just to come up with an answer or an action that would satisfy you.

“Because what I want you to use is your cock, not your tongue.”

The immediate shift in his eyes made you giggle, finally letting him go as you untangled your leg from his neck. You found his tie once more, now bringing him close to your lips as you leaned in to reach him.

Beomgyu’s lips are soft, almost too perfect and tender for someone who loves to run his mouth like a fully charged motor. He faintly whined when your tongue licked his bottom lip, his trembling hands cautiously placed in your lap. As his mouth gaped open, you abruptly pushed your tongue inside it, beyond caring if drool started to drip down your chin, or even if your red lipstick stained his face.

He began to suck your tongue that is shoved in his mouth, earnestly accepting everything that you are giving to him. You moaned at the feeling, hand going in to cup his cheeks and push your wet muscle deeper down his throat. It was relatively easy, especially when he was still on his knees.

A choked-up moan left him when his tongue accidentally bumped into yours, making him momentarily cough between the kisses. He tentatively pulled out, ears heating up in embarrassment. You mockingly looked at him, lips parted as you assessed what just happened.

“Oh, Gyu…” You sorrowfully called, clutching his collar to bring him with you as you stood from the chair. “You keep on disappointing me.”

In one swift movement, you switched your positions. And, before you pushed him back on his chair, you carelessly unbuckled his belt to yank down enough fabric to whip his pretty leaking cock. You heard a small whimper from him when your fingers subtly brushed his tip, overly sensitive from all the teasing.

“Such a cute little dick,” You hummed, hastily shoving him back into the seat. Discreetly, you wished that the swivel chair was strong enough to carry both of you before you hopped into his lap, making him silently curse in his breath.

“You'll let me use you like a good puppy, right?” You taunt, holding onto his shoulder for support as you align his tip into your hole. “Good puppies let themselves be fucked inside the meeting hall during work hours, right, pup?” You grilled harsher when he refused to answer, mind halfway in shutting down when his tip finally entered your aching walls.

Beomgyu has his eyes tightly shut, his breath getting ragged with his mouth hanging open. He cannot think straight, even barely comprehending what you are asking him. All he could think about was the warmness of your cunt welcoming his hard cock, and your leaking juices trailing down his length.

With his silence, you cannot help but feel irritated by it. Then, you stopped in the middle of sucking him in, before giving him a harsh slap.

“Fucking puppy is too pussydrunk to think,” You sneered, before clenching your pussy walls around him. He weakly groaned at the pleasure, his cheek tinted with bright red after the slap.

You know that he doesn't mind it. Not when his dick is deeply and perfectly seated inside your cunt

.Not minding if it is too late, Beomgyu managed to grasp the last strand of his sanity to nod at your questions. “Yes, I’m–mhmmp… I am a good puppy,” He mumbled to himself, his cock twitching inside you even in the simplest adjustment of your hip. “Your good pup, me… That's me…” He breathes out, rocking his hips feebly to seek the tiniest friction.

A devilish smirk formed on your lips, momentarily lifting your hips before you dropped your whole weight in his lap. He groaned at the pleasure mixed with the pain, head thrown back in the seat’s chair. “Fuck, you still think you are good to me?” You harshly cupped his cheeks in one hand, picking up the pace of your hips as you thrust above him faster.

“Mhmm–hah… Mommy's good puppy… Haah—” His words are hardly audible from how he is moaning, his hands finding the chair's handles to find support from the overwhelming pleasure your pussy is giving him. You cackled at his posture—his bossy, arrogant persona finally peeling off him the moment you showed the tiniest amount of degradation.

Too ironic for what he should uphold for having the highest position in the company.

“You would never be good enough for me, Beomgyu,” Your tone is filled with loathing and hatred, nails digging in his cheek with how tightly you are grasping them. A side of you knows that you don’t mean anything you've just uttered, but the way he whimpered at the way you ridicule him tells you that he is enjoying every syllable you throw at him.

You could hear the chair squeaking at your every movement, not that you mind, but it still gives you the ultimate satisfaction. The delicious drag of his cock inside your walls felt too blissful, uncontrollably pounding yourself above him like you have lost your mind in lust.

The fusion of your sultry moans echoed loudly in the room, the idea of being caught slipping past your mind as you continuously ram your pussy into his thick length.

“You would always be beneath me,” You jeered, quietly admiring the sublime view of your fucked up boss beneath you. “No matter how hard you try to top me, you just can't and won't.”

Beomgyu timidly moaned as your cunt began to overstimulate his cock by moving in uncoordinated thrusts, making his mind go crazy. You are toying with him, using him in your own need and will, and he is all over it. Strings of frail yes and mommy left his mouth, whole body covered in sweat from how turned on he was.

Even if he has always been disappointingly submissive and clumsy, Beomgyu's dick is probably the most perfect in size, thickness, and shape. Every time he enters you, you could feel your walls adjusting to his very size, with his pulsating veins rubbing the perfect spots deep inside your pussy. With one go, he could surely reach that spongy, sweet area that tingles your nerves heavenly.

“Remember that,” You warned, adjusting your position above him before slamming your hips into his. This time, you finally felt his tip nudging into your cervix, making you wince with how it made you shiver. Beomgyu agitatedly nodded at your words, his hand finally finding your hip before gripping into your flesh like he wanted to rip your skin out.

And that means only one thing—he is about to burst out.

“Wanna cum on mommy's cunt, puppy?” You haughtily asked him, clenching around his cock more tightly, enough to make him groan in overwhelming delight. “Yes—Please, please…” His voice cracked when you started to rock your hips harder, fingers finding both of his nipples to stimulate him even more. Beomgyu's delirious state feeds your dominant pride and ego, making the luscious build-up in your lower stomach grow faster.

“Mommy, fuck—Need to cum…” His hips began to move to meet your hips, not minding if tears are now pouring out of his eyes, or even if his broken voice is heard in the hallway outside. Beomgyu looks so fragile under the lewd grip of your gummy walls, like he would actually lose his ability to breathe and think when stopped abusing his poor sensitive cock.

For which you did. Unmindedly pulling out when you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravel, moaning sweetly as you came. Beomgyu was stunned at the sight of your pussy pouring out thick globs of cum, evidently disappointed with how he couldn't lick those juices dripping down your plushy thighs.

Twitching at the feeling, you sighed heavily as you brushed your hair upwards. Beomgyu followed you with his gaze, silently hoping that you won't leave him hanging after you came with the help of his cock. He was then faced with horror when you stood up from sitting above him, jaw in partial shock with his hand reluctantly reaching for yours.

“Wa–wait… Where are you—”

You cut him off by harshly swaying your arms, removing his sweaty palms from yours. With a devilish smile, you faced him. Mind taking note of every emotion on his face as you would love it to be permanently sketched in your brain.

“Go fuck yourself, sir,” You emphasized at the last word, before you gave his cheek a light slap. “You deserve it.”

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YOUR CLOCK MUST BE MALFUNCTIONING AT THIS POINT. Sweeping your gaze around the room, you know that the people in front of you are thinking the same. Today was your scheduled presentation for the promotion to the open Head Manager position. In a confident stance, you are beyond prepared. This is what you have been working on for the last two months. Safe to say that you have finished it with overbearing satisfaction after long nights of research and proper practice.

But of course, what is a corporate life without misfortune and bad luck?

Because out of the thirty days of the month, your boss really chose this day to show up late in your office. It slowly melts your bottled courage and sanctioned words. Your boss, Beomgyu, was never late for any meetings. More so in an important presentation such as yours. He already gave you his word last week as you finalized this specific schedule.

Chewing your lips, your thighs have been bouncing for almost twenty minutes now. Eyes locked into the empty hallway, carrying a silent hope that Beomgyu will show himself in a blink. The soft hum of the projector, alongside the subtle buzz of the aircon, filled the quiet room. The other panels momentarily glared at their watches or scrolled through their phones to pass the time.

Soon, Mr. Jung, one of the department heads, cleared his throat to gather everyone’s attention. Your shoulders dropped from their composed poise, almost certain that he would have your presentation rescheduled because of one person’s doing.

You are gritting your teeth as you try to force a smile, meeting his impatient eyes. He was about to speak when the glass door swung open, revealing a disheveled Beomgyu with his forehead creased and sweat gliding down his temple. All the attention went to him, even holding your crumpled report in hand before carelessly sitting in his assigned chair.

What a way to enter your already ruined presentation.

“Are you all gonna stare at me?” Beomgyu’s deep, demanding voice bombarded the hall, nearly making the person close to you flinch. “Or are we gonna start this presentation?”

Despite being in a state of shock, your body moves before your mind does. Still processing how obnoxious he could be to barge in here, lash out at all of you when he is the one who arrived late. You connected your laptop to the projector before you silently observed the room—some of them are as confused as you are, while some are generally amused by how Beomgyu is acting.

Because he was never like this. He was known as that happy-go-lucky boss who has patience bigger than the firm he is handling. He never did this to past presentations you have been to, he was rarely late, and he never ever looked at you with those dark, glaring eyes as if you would never get things right in your whole life.

“Good day, dearest colleagues, especially to our respective heads. I am—”

“We all know who you are. Please get straight to the point.”

Your mouth hangs open as you stop yourself from scoffing. Beomgyu has his back against the swivel chair, looking at your improper state on the other end of the table. He is getting on your nerves. A fake smile forms on your lips before you turn into the next slide.

“Sure, sir,” You replied, voice tight yet controlled. “I want to begin my presentation by explaining my current position in the—”

Beomgyu audibly sighed, once again interrupting your flow. “The time scheduled for this presentation was only 45 minutes, correct?” He queried, brows furrowing while his eyes questioned the other people inside the room.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, tone going a pitch higher.

Holding on to your last strand of patience, you took a small breath. “Yes, sir.” You answered on behalf of everyone, fist tightly closed to remind yourself of the situation you are in.

You cannot snap at him. Not for now, at least.

“Then why are you not maximizing your time appropriately?” He snarled at you, intently scanning your figure before shifting in his chair. “You are aware that we have already read your report before this meeting, yes?”

His tone remains conceited, fingers now flipping through the pages before tilting his head at the question. Even if you are on the verge of bursting out, you gave him a stiff nod. His tongue poked out his cheeks, “If so, please continue with the reason why you deserve this position.”

You could feel the pitiful looks of your workmates, with some of the heads watching your poor self being rebuked even if your presentation hadn't started yet. The simmering annoyance in your chest has been bubbling, silently reminding you to keep things professional as you are still inside the office premises.

The silence stretches for somber countable minutes. And, under impulsive thinking, you closed your laptop shut. Beomgyu has his gaze locked on your actions, the hint of curiosity behind it almost made you chuckle.

“With all due respect,” You start, directly glaring at him from the other side. “I believe that I deserve this position because I know very well how to juggle my responsibilities no matter how overwhelming they may be.” A small smirk formed on your lips, proudly watching how every word you utter slowly drains the color out of his face.

“And, if you were to consider my credentials, I have a lot of experience in putting people back in their place.” Your smirk grew wider when his pupils began to roam around the place, now unable to maintain eye contact with you. The tension inside the room grew heavy as no one dared to speak after you, some were even entertained by the somewhat spectacle happening in the meeting. And if they only knew the meaning behind your words, their jaws would probably drop to the ground for good, too.

Because the truth is, no matter how many people have perceived him as the perfect boss, he would always come back to you to hang his tongue in exchange for a tiny taste of pleasure. Plus, considering how he whimpers at your mercy after work hours, he doesn't have the right to humiliate you like this.

Since, as per his preference, that is your job.

With Beomgyu going restless in his chair, you cannot help but push his buttons even more. “Some in this room have experienced it firsthand.” You offered a sly smile to everyone in the room, keeping the subtext between you two subtle to avoid any suspicion.

“Which, for what I know, would be a great asset to our firm.”

Silence once again enveloped the room, with several panels giving Beomgyu short glances to check if he was satisfied with your answer. Your boss seems to grow unfocused—breathes heavily with his hand fidgeting above the table. He almost looked like he forgot where he was. Your heart swelled at his posture, knowing his body well enough to recognize those familiar movements.

He is getting turned on. Pathetically so.

“May I entertain some more questions?” You gestured, not letting his horniness ruin this presentation for you. However, they all relied on their answer on Beomgyu, who has his head hanging low. All of these are really getting on your nerves, but still, you managed to steady your poise as the silence continued to ensue.

He spoiled your presentation, and you will make sure that he pays for it.

“CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PRESENTATION.”

“You nailed that! If I were you, I would die.”

“Looking forward to being your subordinate, ma'am!”

An obligatory smile is displayed on your lips while your colleagues leave the meeting room. The 45 minutes just ended, and you are now gathering your things while you entertain their comments. You are glad that some heads managed to share their insights about your report, whereas Beomgyu has failed to do so.

Obviously not when you could imagine how embarrassingly hard he must be under the table.

“Thank you, I’ll see you all at lunch.” You replied to each of them, zipping your laptop bag before you turned your gaze at the empty meeting hall. The only ones left are you and your pathetic boss who still can't bring himself to stand up from his chair. For a moment, his eyes met yours, but he instantly looked away. The scoff that you kept on yourself finally spilled out, palms resting at your hips as you gawked at him. Slowly, you walked towards him, heels clanking on the marbled floor.

“Glad you stayed, sir,” You spoke in a tone a bit more fluid than usual. Beomgyu's stare remained on the floor, stripes of sweat gliding on from his forehead the moment you stood beside him.

“Don't you think we have some talking to do?” A giggle almost slipped past your lips when you saw an anxious gulp in his throat, a hand finding the headrest of his swivel chair. You gave the chair a gentle push, forcing him to gradually face you.

“Ha—hm?” Beomgyu's voice got strained in his throat, lips trembling before his eyes finally leveled yours. You cannot help but observe this overall figure that you failed to do when he abruptly arrived. His eyes are heavy, and his skin is nearly pale. His dark brown orbs are also dilated, as if no thoughts are lingering in his head.

Most importantly, his legs are tightly shut. Almost making his stained crotch go past your stare.

“Oh, wow,” The hint of amusement was evident in your voice, brows creasing at the sight. “Did all my talk really make you soil on your slacks?”

A dark chuckle erupts from you when he remains quiet. You leaned in your body closer, lessening the gap between your faces that made him twitch in his seat. “You seem to lose your cool, sir,” You grinned, pushing your knee between his thighs to open his legs wide. He whined at the sudden force, immediately shifting his gaze to the empty hallway to see if anyone was around.

You mimic his actions, slowly dragging your knee to rub his clothed cock. “What do you think your employees would say when they saw how horndog their boss is?” You teased, pressing it a little bit harder.

Low grumbles came from him, trembling hands trying to reach for your exposed thighs as your pencil skirt had hiked up. His palms are cold, weakly trying to get you off his crotch before someone else sees.

“We hah—agreed that…” The panic in his face was ultimately hilarious, especially when your hand starts to cup his cheeks. Applying enough pressure for him to feel your demanding presence, but not tight enough to hurt his flustered flesh.

“Agreed to what?” You whispered, smirking at how hard his cock is under the subtle touch of your knee. “No… No touching in the office?” He hesitantly answered, giving you a short glimpse before bringing his eyes back into the hallway. It was indeed fun to see him be anxious, but you are still pissed about what he did earlier.

You pushed his cheeks harshly, making him softly whine. Then, you stood straight, tugging his arms to force him to stand up. “Be a good boy and fetch the room’s remote.” You spat directly in his ear, using his favorite pet name to leave no room for him to say no. Beomgyu nods at your command, even stumbling forward when you suddenly push him out of the way.

Hastily sitting in his chair, you watched as he timidly reached for the remote control, giving the hallway small looks to keep an eye on other employees. With the remote in hand, he was about to walk when you stopped him with your glare.

“What?” His voice is relatively small, clutching the remote like it is his weapon against you.

“Lock the door.” Beomgyu’s eyes widen at the request, then he blinks at you like he is doubting your words. He seems to be double-thinking whether he should follow your demand, and it just irritates you how it makes him more desirable in your mind.

He is such a beautiful prey in wolf's clothing.

“Would you really keep mommy waiting here?” You sweetly muttered, using his other weakness against him. Beomgyu hurriedly shook his head, frantically walking towards the door to lock it from the inside. Soon, he arrived in front of you, offering the remote as if it were his mere duty to serve you.

“Good Beomie…” You quipped, grabbing the remote to switch the room's clear glass walls into opaque, tinted glass, keeping the situation between you two. Even if you want to humiliate him in front of everyone, you still have some self-decency to maintain your professional image. Beomgyu warily watched the walls, once more anxiously gulping as seconds passed by.

The moment that the walls had fully transitioned, you swiftly grasped his tie, pulling him closer to you. And Beomgyu, ultimately unaware of your move, failed to maintain his balance. Leaving him kneeling in the ground like a sad puppy with one harsh tug.

“Okay, let's start with what you did earlier,” Your fingers are playing with the fabric as you lift your leg on his shoulder. “What gives you the right to humiliate me, hm?” Your other hand went to his soft locks, pulling his strands roughly just to put him back in his headspace.

Beomgyu’s lips are quivering, chest heaving heavily. “I am… I am so—sorry, mommy” He is stumbling on his words, wincing at how you are holding his hair. “I just had a… uhm, a bad day,” He continued, staring at you with those glassy, puppy eyes that made him look dreamy.

Your leg wrapped around his neck starts to grow tighter, teeth gritting with how lame his reason is. “And you made the perfect decision to pour it out in my presentation.” You whispered to yourself, twirling his hair on your fingers before you licked your lips. Deliberately, you yanked his tie to pull him closer, barely satisfied with how pitiful he looked below you.

“You are so good at running your mouth earlier, sir,” You smugly said, letting go of his hair to raise your skirt a tiny bit higher to expose your inner thighs, and of course your panties—that had been soaked with how obedient he had been to you.

“Why not shut that mouth and use those pouty lips in my pussy?”

With the use of your calf wrapped around his neck, you pushed his face between your legs. Beomgyu audibly gasped when he smelled your sweet scent that always shuts down his mind, tongue now hanging as he scoots closer to reach your cunt. You cunningly smiled at the sight, gripping his hair again just to shove him in.

“Mhhmph!” He whined at your sudden action, wiggling his head below you, which made the tip of his nose brush against the soft parts of your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling, tasting a tiny bit of pleasure from his resistance. Before he could even fight back, you hit the back of his head with your palm, adding more pressure to his head to the point he could suffocate.

“Serve me, you little shit,” You exhaled at him, quietly gasping when you felt his warm breath fanning your damped panties. “Did you use your oh-so cool moment to feed your shitty ego, huh?” You scorned, feeling your air going uneven when you finally felt the wetness of his tongue gliding in the fabrics of your panties.

Beomgyu feverishly shook his head before he used his teeth to push the fabrics aside, finally revealing your delicate cunt to him. He whined at the sight, giving you a gentle glance before his tongue spread on your slit. A surge of tingling sensation roamed through your nerves, back unconsciously arching from the pleasure.

“Fuck, that's it,” You tried to keep your moans to yourself, but he is poking at the best spots in your clit has made it impossible. He was always good at giving you what you need, even better that he knows that he needs to serve you just to make up for his mistakes.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, hips now chasing his tongue just feel more satisfying friction. “You love lapping mommy's pussy, don't you?” You hissed, words spilling in your mouth barely cohesive when he skillfully sucked your aching bud. It even got worse when he swirled the tip of his tongue near your hole, amplifying the sensation in your abdomen.

The soft vibrations of his moans added more feeling to your lower stomach. And, alongside it are the nasty sounds of him slurping your wetness, which lands perfectly in your ear. “Such a good boy for letting me fuck your pretty face.” You managed to voice out, feeling yourself being airless from how his tongue moves in unsync directions while his lips continued to inhale your sticky essence.

Soon, a strained squeal left you that almost made him stop teasing your squelching hole. You immediately bit your lower lip to maintain the volume, so hard that you tasted a metallic blood in your buds.

“Is this… Are you o–okay?” Beomgyu mumbled in concern while his face was still buried between your thighs. You gave him a proper look, glassy eyes holding back those chunks of tears, plump lips that are covered in glossy remnants of your juices, and his crimson cheeks that made him extra adorable in your eyes.

Fuck, you would gamble all of your life’s property just to see this view every day.

“No,” Fear instantly struck his flushed face, eyes widely open in shock. You swore that you could almost see the screws of his mind working overtime just to come up with an answer or an action that would satisfy you.

“Because what I want you to use is your cock, not your tongue.”

The immediate shift in his eyes made you giggle, finally letting him go as you untangled your leg from his neck. You found his tie once more, now bringing him close to your lips as you leaned in to reach him.

Beomgyu’s lips are soft, almost too perfect and tender for someone who loves to run his mouth like a fully charged motor. He faintly whined when your tongue licked his bottom lip, his trembling hands cautiously placed in your lap. As his mouth gaped open, you abruptly pushed your tongue inside it, beyond caring if drool started to drip down your chin, or even if your red lipstick stained his face.

He began to suck your tongue that is shoved in his mouth, earnestly accepting everything that you are giving to him. You moaned at the feeling, hand going in to cup his cheeks and push your wet muscle deeper down his throat. It was relatively easy, especially when he was still on his knees.

A choked-up moan left him when his tongue accidentally bumped into yours, making him momentarily cough between the kisses. He tentatively pulled out, ears heating up in embarrassment. You mockingly looked at him, lips parted as you assessed what just happened.

“Oh, Gyu…” You sorrowfully called, clutching his collar to bring him with you as you stood from the chair. “You keep on disappointing me.”

In one swift movement, you switched your positions. And, before you pushed him back on his chair, you carelessly unbuckled his belt to yank down enough fabric to whip his pretty leaking cock. You heard a small whimper from him when your fingers subtly brushed his tip, overly sensitive from all the teasing.

“Such a cute little dick,” You hummed, hastily shoving him back into the seat. Discreetly, you wished that the swivel chair was strong enough to carry both of you before you hopped into his lap, making him silently curse in his breath.

“You'll let me use you like a good puppy, right?” You taunt, holding onto his shoulder for support as you align his tip into your hole. “Good puppies let themselves be fucked inside the meeting hall during work hours, right, pup?” You grilled harsher when he refused to answer, mind halfway in shutting down when his tip finally entered your aching walls.

Beomgyu has his eyes tightly shut, his breath getting ragged with his mouth hanging open. He cannot think straight, even barely comprehending what you are asking him. All he could think about was the warmness of your cunt welcoming his hard cock, and your leaking juices trailing down his length.

With his silence, you cannot help but feel irritated by it. Then, you stopped in the middle of sucking him in, before giving him a harsh slap.

“Fucking puppy is too pussydrunk to think,” You sneered, before clenching your pussy walls around him. He weakly groaned at the pleasure, his cheek tinted with bright red after the slap.

You know that he doesn't mind it. Not when his dick is deeply and perfectly seated inside your cunt

.Not minding if it is too late, Beomgyu managed to grasp the last strand of his sanity to nod at your questions. “Yes, I’m–mhmmp… I am a good puppy,” He mumbled to himself, his cock twitching inside you even in the simplest adjustment of your hip. “Your good pup, me… That's me…” He breathes out, rocking his hips feebly to seek the tiniest friction.

A devilish smirk formed on your lips, momentarily lifting your hips before you dropped your whole weight in his lap. He groaned at the pleasure mixed with the pain, head thrown back in the seat’s chair. “Fuck, you still think you are good to me?” You harshly cupped his cheeks in one hand, picking up the pace of your hips as you thrust above him faster.

“Mhmm–hah… Mommy's good puppy… Haah—” His words are hardly audible from how he is moaning, his hands finding the chair's handles to find support from the overwhelming pleasure your pussy is giving him. You cackled at his posture—his bossy, arrogant persona finally peeling off him the moment you showed the tiniest amount of degradation.

Too ironic for what he should uphold for having the highest position in the company.

“You would never be good enough for me, Beomgyu,” Your tone is filled with loathing and hatred, nails digging in his cheek with how tightly you are grasping them. A side of you knows that you don’t mean anything you've just uttered, but the way he whimpered at the way you ridicule him tells you that he is enjoying every syllable you throw at him.

You could hear the chair squeaking at your every movement, not that you mind, but it still gives you the ultimate satisfaction. The delicious drag of his cock inside your walls felt too blissful, uncontrollably pounding yourself above him like you have lost your mind in lust.

The fusion of your sultry moans echoed loudly in the room, the idea of being caught slipping past your mind as you continuously ram your pussy into his thick length.

“You would always be beneath me,” You jeered, quietly admiring the sublime view of your fucked up boss beneath you. “No matter how hard you try to top me, you just can't and won't.”

Beomgyu timidly moaned as your cunt began to overstimulate his cock by moving in uncoordinated thrusts, making his mind go crazy. You are toying with him, using him in your own need and will, and he is all over it. Strings of frail yes and mommy left his mouth, whole body covered in sweat from how turned on he was.

Even if he has always been disappointingly submissive and clumsy, Beomgyu's dick is probably the most perfect in size, thickness, and shape. Every time he enters you, you could feel your walls adjusting to his very size, with his pulsating veins rubbing the perfect spots deep inside your pussy. With one go, he could surely reach that spongy, sweet area that tingles your nerves heavenly.

“Remember that,” You warned, adjusting your position above him before slamming your hips into his. This time, you finally felt his tip nudging into your cervix, making you wince with how it made you shiver. Beomgyu agitatedly nodded at your words, his hand finally finding your hip before gripping into your flesh like he wanted to rip your skin out.

And that means only one thing—he is about to burst out.

“Wanna cum on mommy's cunt, puppy?” You haughtily asked him, clenching around his cock more tightly, enough to make him groan in overwhelming delight. “Yes—Please, please…” His voice cracked when you started to rock your hips harder, fingers finding both of his nipples to stimulate him even more. Beomgyu's delirious state feeds your dominant pride and ego, making the luscious build-up in your lower stomach grow faster.

“Mommy, fuck—Need to cum…” His hips began to move to meet your hips, not minding if tears are now pouring out of his eyes, or even if his broken voice is heard in the hallway outside. Beomgyu looks so fragile under the lewd grip of your gummy walls, like he would actually lose his ability to breathe and think when stopped abusing his poor sensitive cock.

For which you did. Unmindedly pulling out when you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravel, moaning sweetly as you came. Beomgyu was stunned at the sight of your pussy pouring out thick globs of cum, evidently disappointed with how he couldn't lick those juices dripping down your plushy thighs.

Twitching at the feeling, you sighed heavily as you brushed your hair upwards. Beomgyu followed you with his gaze, silently hoping that you won't leave him hanging after you came with the help of his cock. He was then faced with horror when you stood up from sitting above him, jaw in partial shock with his hand reluctantly reaching for yours.

“Wa–wait… Where are you—”

You cut him off by harshly swaying your arms, removing his sweaty palms from yours. With a devilish smile, you faced him. Mind taking note of every emotion on his face as you would love it to be permanently sketched in your brain.

“Go fuck yourself, sir,” You emphasized at the last word, before you gave his cheek a light slap. “You deserve it.”

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You would never think that Kai takes his every word very seriously.

All of those surface assumptions about Kai being care-free and open about your relationship have led you here, harshly pressed down on a human-sized plushie with his cock drilling in your hole to fuck all the brattiness out of you.

He never gets angry at you. Never did, and never will. Or that's what you thought. Because out of the days you've been with him, he never lashed out or even voiced any discomfort when he sees you with another man.

Little did you know, he had bottled it all up in his chest. And seeing you offer a toy to another man is his last straw.

"Would you really give him this fucking plushie if I haven't seen you in the act, hm?" He roughly snarled, his hips harshly snapping behind you, which made you whine in pain and pleasure. The way his cock penetrates your walls is beyond what you can handle, your body jolting in every thrust of his hips into your flushed asscheeks.

You can't even bring yourself to answer him, not when you can feel his cock ramming into your walls with no remorse if he breaks you. And especially not when he has one of his feet resting in the back of your head, keeping you in your place.

Kai was never this rough to you. He knew how sensitive you could be when his length is deeply seated in your walls. He knew very well how your body reacts to him, and he maneuvers it at will.

Mind drowned in pleasure, Kai can't help but give your ass a harsh spank. Causing you to sharply squeal into the poor toy beneath you. You have been holding onto his foot that is pressing your head into the plushie, silently begging him to pity your frail body.

"Kai, baby... I won't do it—hah! Again..." You begged, voice cracking while his cock remained deeply buried into your gushy walls, wetting the fabrics of the plushie because of the uncontrollable tears slipping past your eyes. You could feel how your skin stings from how hard he is fucking you raw, turning you brainless and weeping under his mercy.

Your boyfriend proudly watched as your ass jiggles in his every thrust, even clutching your asscheek to toy with your hypersensitive body.

"You promise?" He breathlessly asked, positioning his hips at a different angle to reach within the deepest, most perfect spot of your pussy. And, with him hitting it from the back, it doesn't even take him seconds to poke that spongy spot that could make you wailing like a bitch in need of breeding.

"Pro—mpphmm! Promise!" Your hands started wandering in the air. Clearly torn if you want him to stop banging his hips on yours or you want him to fuck your hole senseless until your body shatters completely above the toy.

Kai can't help but chuckle at your delirious state, overly satisfied with how your pussy walls swallow his cock like a tight glove. For then, he lands another spank on your ass, erupting another raspy scream from you.

"You better," He grinned, rubbing the spot he just slapped before halting his hips. It momentarily gave a short time to gather your breath, but he then starts moving his foot resting on the back of your head. Making your whole body jolt with how weak you have been under him.

YOUR CLOCK MUST BE MALFUNCTIONING AT THIS POINT. Sweeping your gaze around the room, you know that the people in front of you are thinking the same. Today was your scheduled presentation for the promotion to the open Head Manager position. In a confident stance, you are beyond prepared. This is what you have been working on for the last two months. Safe to say that you have finished it with overbearing satisfaction after long nights of research and proper practice.

But of course, what is a corporate life without misfortune and bad luck?

Because out of the thirty days of the month, your boss really chose this day to show up late in your office. It slowly melts your bottled courage and sanctioned words. Your boss, Beomgyu, was never late for any meetings. More so in an important presentation such as yours. He already gave you his word last week as you finalized this specific schedule.

Chewing your lips, your thighs have been bouncing for almost twenty minutes now. Eyes locked into the empty hallway, carrying a silent hope that Beomgyu will show himself in a blink. The soft hum of the projector, alongside the subtle buzz of the aircon, filled the quiet room. The other panels momentarily glared at their watches or scrolled through their phones to pass the time.

Soon, Mr. Jung, one of the department heads, cleared his throat to gather everyone’s attention. Your shoulders dropped from their composed poise, almost certain that he would have your presentation rescheduled because of one person’s doing.

You are gritting your teeth as you try to force a smile, meeting his impatient eyes. He was about to speak when the glass door swung open, revealing a disheveled Beomgyu with his forehead creased and sweat gliding down his temple. All the attention went to him, even holding your crumpled report in hand before carelessly sitting in his assigned chair.

What a way to enter your already ruined presentation.

“Are you all gonna stare at me?” Beomgyu’s deep, demanding voice bombarded the hall, nearly making the person close to you flinch. “Or are we gonna start this presentation?”

Despite being in a state of shock, your body moves before your mind does. Still processing how obnoxious he could be to barge in here, lash out at all of you when he is the one who arrived late. You connected your laptop to the projector before you silently observed the room—some of them are as confused as you are, while some are generally amused by how Beomgyu is acting.

Because he was never like this. He was known as that happy-go-lucky boss who has patience bigger than the firm he is handling. He never did this to past presentations you have been to, he was rarely late, and he never ever looked at you with those dark, glaring eyes as if you would never get things right in your whole life.

“Good day, dearest colleagues, especially to our respective heads. I am—”

“We all know who you are. Please get straight to the point.”

Your mouth hangs open as you stop yourself from scoffing. Beomgyu has his back against the swivel chair, looking at your improper state on the other end of the table. He is getting on your nerves. A fake smile forms on your lips before you turn into the next slide.

“Sure, sir,” You replied, voice tight yet controlled. “I want to begin my presentation by explaining my current position in the—”

Beomgyu audibly sighed, once again interrupting your flow. “The time scheduled for this presentation was only 45 minutes, correct?” He queried, brows furrowing while his eyes questioned the other people inside the room.

“Am I correct?” He repeated, tone going a pitch higher.

Holding on to your last strand of patience, you took a small breath. “Yes, sir.” You answered on behalf of everyone, fist tightly closed to remind yourself of the situation you are in.

You cannot snap at him. Not for now, at least.

“Then why are you not maximizing your time appropriately?” He snarled at you, intently scanning your figure before shifting in his chair. “You are aware that we have already read your report before this meeting, yes?”

His tone remains conceited, fingers now flipping through the pages before tilting his head at the question. Even if you are on the verge of bursting out, you gave him a stiff nod. His tongue poked out his cheeks, “If so, please continue with the reason why you deserve this position.”

You could feel the pitiful looks of your workmates, with some of the heads watching your poor self being rebuked even if your presentation hadn't started yet. The simmering annoyance in your chest has been bubbling, silently reminding you to keep things professional as you are still inside the office premises.

The silence stretches for somber countable minutes. And, under impulsive thinking, you closed your laptop shut. Beomgyu has his gaze locked on your actions, the hint of curiosity behind it almost made you chuckle.

“With all due respect,” You start, directly glaring at him from the other side. “I believe that I deserve this position because I know very well how to juggle my responsibilities no matter how overwhelming they may be.” A small smirk formed on your lips, proudly watching how every word you utter slowly drains the color out of his face.

“And, if you were to consider my credentials, I have a lot of experience in putting people back in their place.” Your smirk grew wider when his pupils began to roam around the place, now unable to maintain eye contact with you. The tension inside the room grew heavy as no one dared to speak after you, some were even entertained by the somewhat spectacle happening in the meeting. And if they only knew the meaning behind your words, their jaws would probably drop to the ground for good, too.

Because the truth is, no matter how many people have perceived him as the perfect boss, he would always come back to you to hang his tongue in exchange for a tiny taste of pleasure. Plus, considering how he whimpers at your mercy after work hours, he doesn't have the right to humiliate you like this.

Since, as per his preference, that is your job.

With Beomgyu going restless in his chair, you cannot help but push his buttons even more. “Some in this room have experienced it firsthand.” You offered a sly smile to everyone in the room, keeping the subtext between you two subtle to avoid any suspicion.

“Which, for what I know, would be a great asset to our firm.”

Silence once again enveloped the room, with several panels giving Beomgyu short glances to check if he was satisfied with your answer. Your boss seems to grow unfocused—breathes heavily with his hand fidgeting above the table. He almost looked like he forgot where he was. Your heart swelled at his posture, knowing his body well enough to recognize those familiar movements.

He is getting turned on. Pathetically so.

“May I entertain some more questions?” You gestured, not letting his horniness ruin this presentation for you. However, they all relied on their answer on Beomgyu, who has his head hanging low. All of these are really getting on your nerves, but still, you managed to steady your poise as the silence continued to ensue.

He spoiled your presentation, and you will make sure that he pays for it.

“CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PRESENTATION.”

“You nailed that! If I were you, I would die.”

“Looking forward to being your subordinate, ma'am!”

An obligatory smile is displayed on your lips while your colleagues leave the meeting room. The 45 minutes just ended, and you are now gathering your things while you entertain their comments. You are glad that some heads managed to share their insights about your report, whereas Beomgyu has failed to do so.

Obviously not when you could imagine how embarrassingly hard he must be under the table.

“Thank you, I’ll see you all at lunch.” You replied to each of them, zipping your laptop bag before you turned your gaze at the empty meeting hall. The only ones left are you and your pathetic boss who still can't bring himself to stand up from his chair. For a moment, his eyes met yours, but he instantly looked away. The scoff that you kept on yourself finally spilled out, palms resting at your hips as you gawked at him. Slowly, you walked towards him, heels clanking on the marbled floor.

“Glad you stayed, sir,” You spoke in a tone a bit more fluid than usual. Beomgyu's stare remained on the floor, stripes of sweat gliding on from his forehead the moment you stood beside him.

“Don't you think we have some talking to do?” A giggle almost slipped past your lips when you saw an anxious gulp in his throat, a hand finding the headrest of his swivel chair. You gave the chair a gentle push, forcing him to gradually face you.

“Ha—hm?” Beomgyu's voice got strained in his throat, lips trembling before his eyes finally leveled yours. You cannot help but observe this overall figure that you failed to do when he abruptly arrived. His eyes are heavy, and his skin is nearly pale. His dark brown orbs are also dilated, as if no thoughts are lingering in his head.

Most importantly, his legs are tightly shut. Almost making his stained crotch go past your stare.

“Oh, wow,” The hint of amusement was evident in your voice, brows creasing at the sight. “Did all my talk really make you soil on your slacks?”

A dark chuckle erupts from you when he remains quiet. You leaned in your body closer, lessening the gap between your faces that made him twitch in his seat. “You seem to lose your cool, sir,” You grinned, pushing your knee between his thighs to open his legs wide. He whined at the sudden force, immediately shifting his gaze to the empty hallway to see if anyone was around.

You mimic his actions, slowly dragging your knee to rub his clothed cock. “What do you think your employees would say when they saw how horndog their boss is?” You teased, pressing it a little bit harder.

Low grumbles came from him, trembling hands trying to reach for your exposed thighs as your pencil skirt had hiked up. His palms are cold, weakly trying to get you off his crotch before someone else sees.

“We hah—agreed that…” The panic in his face was ultimately hilarious, especially when your hand starts to cup his cheeks. Applying enough pressure for him to feel your demanding presence, but not tight enough to hurt his flustered flesh.

“Agreed to what?” You whispered, smirking at how hard his cock is under the subtle touch of your knee. “No… No touching in the office?” He hesitantly answered, giving you a short glimpse before bringing his eyes back into the hallway. It was indeed fun to see him be anxious, but you are still pissed about what he did earlier.

You pushed his cheeks harshly, making him softly whine. Then, you stood straight, tugging his arms to force him to stand up. “Be a good boy and fetch the room’s remote.” You spat directly in his ear, using his favorite pet name to leave no room for him to say no. Beomgyu nods at your command, even stumbling forward when you suddenly push him out of the way.

Hastily sitting in his chair, you watched as he timidly reached for the remote control, giving the hallway small looks to keep an eye on other employees. With the remote in hand, he was about to walk when you stopped him with your glare.

“What?” His voice is relatively small, clutching the remote like it is his weapon against you.

“Lock the door.” Beomgyu’s eyes widen at the request, then he blinks at you like he is doubting your words. He seems to be double-thinking whether he should follow your demand, and it just irritates you how it makes him more desirable in your mind.

He is such a beautiful prey in wolf's clothing.

“Would you really keep mommy waiting here?” You sweetly muttered, using his other weakness against him. Beomgyu hurriedly shook his head, frantically walking towards the door to lock it from the inside. Soon, he arrived in front of you, offering the remote as if it were his mere duty to serve you.

“Good Beomie…” You quipped, grabbing the remote to switch the room's clear glass walls into opaque, tinted glass, keeping the situation between you two. Even if you want to humiliate him in front of everyone, you still have some self-decency to maintain your professional image. Beomgyu warily watched the walls, once more anxiously gulping as seconds passed by.

The moment that the walls had fully transitioned, you swiftly grasped his tie, pulling him closer to you. And Beomgyu, ultimately unaware of your move, failed to maintain his balance. Leaving him kneeling in the ground like a sad puppy with one harsh tug.

“Okay, let's start with what you did earlier,” Your fingers are playing with the fabric as you lift your leg on his shoulder. “What gives you the right to humiliate me, hm?” Your other hand went to his soft locks, pulling his strands roughly just to put him back in his headspace.

Beomgyu’s lips are quivering, chest heaving heavily. “I am… I am so—sorry, mommy” He is stumbling on his words, wincing at how you are holding his hair. “I just had a… uhm, a bad day,” He continued, staring at you with those glassy, puppy eyes that made him look dreamy.

Your leg wrapped around his neck starts to grow tighter, teeth gritting with how lame his reason is. “And you made the perfect decision to pour it out in my presentation.” You whispered to yourself, twirling his hair on your fingers before you licked your lips. Deliberately, you yanked his tie to pull him closer, barely satisfied with how pitiful he looked below you.

“You are so good at running your mouth earlier, sir,” You smugly said, letting go of his hair to raise your skirt a tiny bit higher to expose your inner thighs, and of course your panties—that had been soaked with how obedient he had been to you.

“Why not shut that mouth and use those pouty lips in my pussy?”

With the use of your calf wrapped around his neck, you pushed his face between your legs. Beomgyu audibly gasped when he smelled your sweet scent that always shuts down his mind, tongue now hanging as he scoots closer to reach your cunt. You cunningly smiled at the sight, gripping his hair again just to shove him in.

“Mhhmph!” He whined at your sudden action, wiggling his head below you, which made the tip of his nose brush against the soft parts of your pussy. You shuddered at the feeling, tasting a tiny bit of pleasure from his resistance. Before he could even fight back, you hit the back of his head with your palm, adding more pressure to his head to the point he could suffocate.

“Serve me, you little shit,” You exhaled at him, quietly gasping when you felt his warm breath fanning your damped panties. “Did you use your oh-so cool moment to feed your shitty ego, huh?” You scorned, feeling your air going uneven when you finally felt the wetness of his tongue gliding in the fabrics of your panties.

Beomgyu feverishly shook his head before he used his teeth to push the fabrics aside, finally revealing your delicate cunt to him. He whined at the sight, giving you a gentle glance before his tongue spread on your slit. A surge of tingling sensation roamed through your nerves, back unconsciously arching from the pleasure.

“Fuck, that's it,” You tried to keep your moans to yourself, but he is poking at the best spots in your clit has made it impossible. He was always good at giving you what you need, even better that he knows that he needs to serve you just to make up for his mistakes.

Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, hips now chasing his tongue just feel more satisfying friction. “You love lapping mommy's pussy, don't you?” You hissed, words spilling in your mouth barely cohesive when he skillfully sucked your aching bud. It even got worse when he swirled the tip of his tongue near your hole, amplifying the sensation in your abdomen.

The soft vibrations of his moans added more feeling to your lower stomach. And, alongside it are the nasty sounds of him slurping your wetness, which lands perfectly in your ear. “Such a good boy for letting me fuck your pretty face.” You managed to voice out, feeling yourself being airless from how his tongue moves in unsync directions while his lips continued to inhale your sticky essence.

Soon, a strained squeal left you that almost made him stop teasing your squelching hole. You immediately bit your lower lip to maintain the volume, so hard that you tasted a metallic blood in your buds.

“Is this… Are you o–okay?” Beomgyu mumbled in concern while his face was still buried between your thighs. You gave him a proper look, glassy eyes holding back those chunks of tears, plump lips that are covered in glossy remnants of your juices, and his crimson cheeks that made him extra adorable in your eyes.

Fuck, you would gamble all of your life’s property just to see this view every day.

“No,” Fear instantly struck his flushed face, eyes widely open in shock. You swore that you could almost see the screws of his mind working overtime just to come up with an answer or an action that would satisfy you.

“Because what I want you to use is your cock, not your tongue.”

The immediate shift in his eyes made you giggle, finally letting him go as you untangled your leg from his neck. You found his tie once more, now bringing him close to your lips as you leaned in to reach him.

Beomgyu’s lips are soft, almost too perfect and tender for someone who loves to run his mouth like a fully charged motor. He faintly whined when your tongue licked his bottom lip, his trembling hands cautiously placed in your lap. As his mouth gaped open, you abruptly pushed your tongue inside it, beyond caring if drool started to drip down your chin, or even if your red lipstick stained his face.

He began to suck your tongue that is shoved in his mouth, earnestly accepting everything that you are giving to him. You moaned at the feeling, hand going in to cup his cheeks and push your wet muscle deeper down his throat. It was relatively easy, especially when he was still on his knees.

A choked-up moan left him when his tongue accidentally bumped into yours, making him momentarily cough between the kisses. He tentatively pulled out, ears heating up in embarrassment. You mockingly looked at him, lips parted as you assessed what just happened.

“Oh, Gyu…” You sorrowfully called, clutching his collar to bring him with you as you stood from the chair. “You keep on disappointing me.”

In one swift movement, you switched your positions. And, before you pushed him back on his chair, you carelessly unbuckled his belt to yank down enough fabric to whip his pretty leaking cock. You heard a small whimper from him when your fingers subtly brushed his tip, overly sensitive from all the teasing.

“Such a cute little dick,” You hummed, hastily shoving him back into the seat. Discreetly, you wished that the swivel chair was strong enough to carry both of you before you hopped into his lap, making him silently curse in his breath.

“You'll let me use you like a good puppy, right?” You taunt, holding onto his shoulder for support as you align his tip into your hole. “Good puppies let themselves be fucked inside the meeting hall during work hours, right, pup?” You grilled harsher when he refused to answer, mind halfway in shutting down when his tip finally entered your aching walls.

Beomgyu has his eyes tightly shut, his breath getting ragged with his mouth hanging open. He cannot think straight, even barely comprehending what you are asking him. All he could think about was the warmness of your cunt welcoming his hard cock, and your leaking juices trailing down his length.

With his silence, you cannot help but feel irritated by it. Then, you stopped in the middle of sucking him in, before giving him a harsh slap.

“Fucking puppy is too pussydrunk to think,” You sneered, before clenching your pussy walls around him. He weakly groaned at the pleasure, his cheek tinted with bright red after the slap.

You know that he doesn't mind it. Not when his dick is deeply and perfectly seated inside your cunt

.Not minding if it is too late, Beomgyu managed to grasp the last strand of his sanity to nod at your questions. “Yes, I’m–mhmmp… I am a good puppy,” He mumbled to himself, his cock twitching inside you even in the simplest adjustment of your hip. “Your good pup, me… That's me…” He breathes out, rocking his hips feebly to seek the tiniest friction.

A devilish smirk formed on your lips, momentarily lifting your hips before you dropped your whole weight in his lap. He groaned at the pleasure mixed with the pain, head thrown back in the seat’s chair. “Fuck, you still think you are good to me?” You harshly cupped his cheeks in one hand, picking up the pace of your hips as you thrust above him faster.

“Mhmm–hah… Mommy's good puppy… Haah—” His words are hardly audible from how he is moaning, his hands finding the chair's handles to find support from the overwhelming pleasure your pussy is giving him. You cackled at his posture—his bossy, arrogant persona finally peeling off him the moment you showed the tiniest amount of degradation.

Too ironic for what he should uphold for having the highest position in the company.

“You would never be good enough for me, Beomgyu,” Your tone is filled with loathing and hatred, nails digging in his cheek with how tightly you are grasping them. A side of you knows that you don’t mean anything you've just uttered, but the way he whimpered at the way you ridicule him tells you that he is enjoying every syllable you throw at him.

You could hear the chair squeaking at your every movement, not that you mind, but it still gives you the ultimate satisfaction. The delicious drag of his cock inside your walls felt too blissful, uncontrollably pounding yourself above him like you have lost your mind in lust.

The fusion of your sultry moans echoed loudly in the room, the idea of being caught slipping past your mind as you continuously ram your pussy into his thick length.

“You would always be beneath me,” You jeered, quietly admiring the sublime view of your fucked up boss beneath you. “No matter how hard you try to top me, you just can't and won't.”

Beomgyu timidly moaned as your cunt began to overstimulate his cock by moving in uncoordinated thrusts, making his mind go crazy. You are toying with him, using him in your own need and will, and he is all over it. Strings of frail yes and mommy left his mouth, whole body covered in sweat from how turned on he was.

Even if he has always been disappointingly submissive and clumsy, Beomgyu's dick is probably the most perfect in size, thickness, and shape. Every time he enters you, you could feel your walls adjusting to his very size, with his pulsating veins rubbing the perfect spots deep inside your pussy. With one go, he could surely reach that spongy, sweet area that tingles your nerves heavenly.

“Remember that,” You warned, adjusting your position above him before slamming your hips into his. This time, you finally felt his tip nudging into your cervix, making you wince with how it made you shiver. Beomgyu agitatedly nodded at your words, his hand finally finding your hip before gripping into your flesh like he wanted to rip your skin out.

And that means only one thing—he is about to burst out.

“Wanna cum on mommy's cunt, puppy?” You haughtily asked him, clenching around his cock more tightly, enough to make him groan in overwhelming delight. “Yes—Please, please…” His voice cracked when you started to rock your hips harder, fingers finding both of his nipples to stimulate him even more. Beomgyu's delirious state feeds your dominant pride and ego, making the luscious build-up in your lower stomach grow faster.

“Mommy, fuck—Need to cum…” His hips began to move to meet your hips, not minding if tears are now pouring out of his eyes, or even if his broken voice is heard in the hallway outside. Beomgyu looks so fragile under the lewd grip of your gummy walls, like he would actually lose his ability to breathe and think when stopped abusing his poor sensitive cock.

For which you did. Unmindedly pulling out when you felt the tight knot in your stomach unravel, moaning sweetly as you came. Beomgyu was stunned at the sight of your pussy pouring out thick globs of cum, evidently disappointed with how he couldn't lick those juices dripping down your plushy thighs.

Twitching at the feeling, you sighed heavily as you brushed your hair upwards. Beomgyu followed you with his gaze, silently hoping that you won't leave him hanging after you came with the help of his cock. He was then faced with horror when you stood up from sitting above him, jaw in partial shock with his hand reluctantly reaching for yours.

“Wa–wait… Where are you—”

You cut him off by harshly swaying your arms, removing his sweaty palms from yours. With a devilish smile, you faced him. Mind taking note of every emotion on his face as you would love it to be permanently sketched in your brain.

“Go fuck yourself, sir,” You emphasized at the last word, before you gave his cheek a light slap. “You deserve it.”

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You can’t help but feel a bit rude as you ring off the order Yoon gave you. He’s meeting with investors who are long term partners with the company so they’re used to being treated like royalty everytime they walk into the building. You’re partly surprised there’s not a red carpet rolled out for them when they arrive.

Or that you’re not expected to kiss their feet…

The barista at the register smiles politely when you rattle off your extensive order. You apologise with a hushed voice as Yoon rambles to you from your phone but she offers you a reassured nod, simply used to the demanding nature of finance bros and whatnot. The company card is swiped with a resounding ‘ping!’ and a stressed smile from your part.

Yoon is still rambling and you’ve lost track of what it is exactly. Between the swears and curses of being up so early and having to pander after these people he finally asks how long you’ll take.

Any other time you’d appreciate the cafe. Its minimalist nature is especially appealing in the early morning, nothing too loud or stimulating to look at. But with the buzzing in your ear and the stressful atmosphere you want to be anywhere but here.

“Yes, Mr. Yoon. They’re making it now — no, they’re not scheduled to arrive until 8:40. Yes, I’ll be at the office around 8:30.” Your reply is almost robotic as you feel the last shred of your humanity get torn away. Yoon sighs and accepts your answer, mumbling on about something else as the sound of rustling paper accompanies his voice. You hum and watch lazily as the barista pours your steaming coffees in to-go cups.

A snicker behind you makes your fingers twitch around your device. You excuse yourself for Yoon, explaining that the coffees are ready and you need two hands to carry them. He curtly hangs up on you which would usually irritate you but you’re more annoyed at the stranger laughing at your phone call.

You spin on your heel and expect to face something like a cocky, 5’7 finance bro who finds it particularly funny when he sees female assistants running around. Unfortunately, that’s came from personal experience despite the fact you’re a damn secretary! A fiery retort sits at the tip of your tongue as you turn your neck to face the male behind you.

You almost pale when you notice the familiar lanyard hanging around the neck of the stranger that allows employees into the office building. Your eyes trail up the broad chest of the tall man until you catch his face. He laughs when the strain between your eye drops.

It’s like a model just stepped out of the cover for GQ magazine and landed at your feet.

Tall, dark and handsome. Is this a reoccurring theme with yourself? First Soobin and now this guy with the hottest cocky smirk on his face and an attractively tall nose that makes your mind wander.

You can’t help the bubbling heat that swarms to your cheeks when you fully take in his stupidly handsome face. The irritated expression drops from your face and morphs into a furious pout as you snap back towards the counter, hands sweaty with nerves as the barista sets your cups into a takeaway tray.

Fuck my life and fuck this guy for being hot. Why the fuck does he have to work at the company. Why have I never seen his stupid fucking face before!

The barista barely squeezes enjoy! out before you’re swiftly grabbing the tray and squeezing through the crowded floor. She blinks but moves onto the next order, languidly calling out a name that you don’t care to catch.

Not only are you embarrassed that you almost lost your cool at a stupid laugh but the guy works at your stupid company and his stupid face is stupidly hot. You cannot afford to make more enemies in work — not hot ones.

You weave and dodge customers, head angled so you don’t have to make awkward eye contact with the guy again.

“Awe fuck my life.” You grumble to yourself as you struggle with the cafe door. Your eyes dart around, hoping to see someone else coming to open it for you or a ledge to set your drinks on. You sigh, shifting your weight on one foot as you attempt to steady the tray on one hand to open the door and—

“Here, I‘ve got you.” The cuff of a familiar shirt grabs the pole attached the door just above you. You step back and glance at the same guy you just sheepishly ran away from. Your eyes fall to the cups in your hands as you whisper a a pathetic thank you.

The man nods to motion you to step out of the door. It’s only now that you realise you’re both going to be walking to the same exact place.

You’re tense. Your shoulders subconsciously raise as you try to ignore the brick wall of tension between you and the taller man. You try to focus on the click of your heels or the jingle of the keys in your bag but your brain keeps throwing reminders of the guys features to the front of your mind.

“Sorry, for laughing at you earlier. Just made me laugh that Yoon is a dick.” He sparks up conversation as he falls into step with you. You chew on your lip as you fight back the embarrassment threatening to crawl up your throat. You cannot feel like this today when Yoon is one bad meeting away from beating your ass — and you from chugging the bottle of wine in your fridge later.

You hum, though. Politeness being drilled into you as a child is your worst enemy. You wish you could just ignore people when they speak to you but your body screams and urges you to say at least something.

You sigh, “Not like I’m not used to it. I guess.” The reply is nothing short of monotone. Any other time you’d probably add in a laugh to soften the blow but it’s far too early for this and your nerves are fried already.

The nameless man says nothing in response. You can’t particularly blame him because you wouldn’t know what to say either. He continues to walk with you, leisurely sipping at his coffee.

When the building comes into view you feel a bit of relief. The suited man grabs his ID and scans it at the door before stepping aside to let you in. You nod and shoot him a polite smile, eyes betraying you as they linger a little too long on his face.

He has a mole on his nose. Cute.

Yena, the cute and bubbly receptionist greets you brightly. There’s no time to stop your walk as you warmly greet her back, laughing a little as she takes in your frazzled state. She shouts ‘good luck!’ towards you as she waves you off. Besides Soobin, Yena was your only shred of friendship inside your workplace.

Luckily enough most staff are at their allocated spots by this time. With one glance at the clock placed between the two main elevators, a shred of hope finally presents itself to you.

08:25

“I promise I’m not following you.” Never mind. An airy laugh eerily familiar to the one you heard earlier causes another curse to fall from your more. Your eyes squeeze together as you attempt to pull together a more forgiving expression.

You offer him a half assed laugh. It’s more of a breathy exhale but it’s suffices. The doors open and you’re forced into the small space with him.

“Small world.” You muse as he presses the same floor button that you were going to press. You try to eye his ID but it’s flipped around, blank side facing out. He hums as he sips at his coffee once again.

For a minute the only sound that fills the small space is the gentle humming of the lift and the dinging of each floor. A few people step in and out, using the lift instead of the stairs for a simple floor difference which makes you and the nameless man side eye each other comically.

He coughs as he checks his watch.

The man clears his throat after the other employee leaves the lift. You quick a brow as you look at him, feeling a little less tense than earlier.

“I hope Yoon’s meeting goes well for your sake..” He attempts to make a joke, cringing lightly when you don’t react for a second. You smile at his attempt to create a friendly bridge between you both, “I’ve uh… heard his crashouts.”

That makes you snicker. Truthfully they’re not that bad but it is slightly nerve wrecking. You appreciate his jest.

“They’re something, aren’t they?” You giggle as you eye the floor you’re on. Three away. You readjust the drinks in your arms.

“I’m y/n, by the way. Your name?” You introduce yourself confidently. The way you practiced when you walked in for your interview. The man shoots you a charming smile, “Kai. Nice meeting you properly, y/n. I’ve only heard whispers about the pretty secretary.”

The casualness of Kai’s reply makes your splutter nervously. If you weren’t holding onto the tray so securely you would’ve dropped them from shock. Stupidly, you mumble a meek thanks as you pray for the floor to swallow you. Unlike with Soobin, you don’t care that he’s told you that the office gossips about you.

The lift dings as it reaches your desired floor. Kai walks away casually, leaving you in a flustered state. You barely choke out a reply before you’re forcing yourself out of the lift.

Who the fuck just says that casually?

“So how’d it go?” The crunch of the lettuce under your fork answers Soobin’s question. He’s been watching you angrily stab at the food for the last 10 minutes without much of a word about your day. He cringes when a particularly crunchy crouton cracks under the pressure.

“Tell me, Soobin. Do I have the word ‘dickhead’ written on my fucking forehead?” You scowl as you throw the fork against the styrofoam box. Soobin blinks in surprise, mouth gaping at your uncharacteristic outburst. You groan as you drop your head into your hands, mind swirling with stress.

To say Yoon’s interview didn’t go as planned was an understatement. You’re not entirely sure what happened but whatever direction Yoon wanted to take the company did not align with the investors ideas and a professional fight ensued. You don’t know if they pulled out of investing or not but you were practically berated to send emails and beg for them to reconsider any actions they may take. It didn’t help that while Yoon was in the meeting you had to reschedule his books for next week because he agreed to an event that clashed with previously scheduled meetings.

It was just a shit show.

“That bad, huh?” Soobin frowns at your slumped shoulders. You raise your head to look at him, lips pouted and eyes hooded from exhaustion. Soobin offers you a supportive smile but it doesn’t do much.

“You wouldn’t believe it. I had a shit morning too. Made myself look stupid in front of a guy who worked here and then we got off at the same floor. Why is this my luck?” Soobin laughs a little at your whining. When you shoot him a glare he ceases his laughter with a humorous side eye, sipping at his iced americano. You let your drink sweat sadly beside you. You don’t deserve your nice, freshly prepared drink. Watered down coffee it is for you.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. Who was it?” Soobin attempts to soothe your thoughts. You slump back against your seat and glance towards the break room door.

“I think it was like… Kai? He’s tall… tall nose too.” You add the extra detail like it’ll help Soobin. Said man’s eyes light up when he recognises the name.

“Huening Kai!” He gasps excitedly, “We’re actually good friends. He’s Head of Human Resources.” He beams excitedly while your heart drops 10 feet deeper than what it already has today alone. You can’t help when your face drops. Of course these two know each other.

And the fact you almost shot yourself in the foot with the head of HR too.

“Oh my God. Kill me now.” When will the ground just take you? Soobin chooses to ignore your comment and instead flicks out his wrist to check the time. He chooses to ignore a lot of things from you.

You still can’t decide if it’s a good thing or not.

Your phone dings with a notification. It’s a message from Yoon asking for printed copies of the numbers sent by accounting. No rest for the wicked, you guess.

“Break time over?” Soobin asks as he watches you gather your belongings. You nod as you dump your boxes in the bin, grabbing your drink and phone once your hands are free.

“Yeah. Old guy needs me to print stuff he won’t look at twice. Talk to you later?” Soobin nods as you walk away. The friendship between you and Soobin is easy. You thank Mr. Kim everyday for being busy that one day you needed help.

You forgot how loud the office is when you first leave the break room. It’s anxiety inducing and overly stimulating after such a calm lunch.

The walk to the printer is always daunting. Lines of desks trail up the path and the whispers and pointed glares have not gotten easier to deal with yet. In fact, since a few stragglers have seen you on lunch with Soobin there’s been a bit of rumour between you both. You don’t mind and Soobin either doesn’t know or doesn’t care, but the attention still makes your skin prick and hairs stand on end when someone’s eyes linger too long.

They don’t even try to hide when they cup their mouth to whisper something to their neighbour.

You try to suck it up and shoot a friendly smile. Kill them with kindness, something one of your friends said as a joke but you hope it works. You bin your empty drink as you round the corner to the main printing room and wipe your hands on the fabric of your skirt.

The printer has already began humming with your order. It’s just 10 pages, shouldn’t take long but that’s not exactly an easy task for you. You should’ve known that today wouldn’t be exactly easy. The domino effect seems to follow you everywhere in life.

Errr. Schfwap! Zerrk.

A harmony of concerning mechanic noises sounds from the printer which pulls you from your daze. You blink, head turning so fast a warm pain spreads in your lower neck. Your hand cups your neck as you witness the frightening sight of the printer spluttering on your paper, ink smudging and painting the tray with streaks of black ink.

“Oh fuck! No, no, no, no, no!” You cry as you fumble with the small touch screen mounted on the side of the printer. It presents an error screen with no option to click out of it. It doesn’t stop you from banging on it anyway.

It continues to hum as it tries to print more pages. All you can do is whine pathetically as you watch it ruin your life. Not only have you fucked your day over, this is another tally against your name in this office.

It fucking sucks having nothing work out for yourself.

It’s stupid but you feel the tears burn in your eyes before you can stop it. Your face feels impossibly warm, heating with frustration and the emerging feeling of uselessness. The tears begin to blur your vision the longer you stare at the whizzing machine.

It’s the stuff like this that makes your efforts feel fruitless. Your efforts to be the professional person you know you can be. It makes your eyes sting more.

“Damn, bad paper jam?” A low whistle resounds in the office. You gasp, tears spilling past your lashes when you blink suddenly. You’re glad you’re wearing long sleeves because it’s easy to soak up the few stray tears that beaded down your face.

“Uhm… yeah.” You mumble dejectedly. You hope you don’t look like you’ve been crying as you spin on your heel, ready to face whoever is about to blab that you’re crying at a simple paper jam.

“This stupid machine loves to just eat pap— woah. Are you crying?” Of course it’s fucking Kai. Your fingers instinctively reach from your cheeks where the damp trails of tears still soak onto your skin. You shake your head meekly despite the obvious lie.

“No. Just uh… allergies.” You shrug out an excuse. Kai’s grip loosens around the clipboard he’s holding as he takes in your pitiful state. You’re not the same frazzled woman who was carrying coffee too hot to be safe to handle - or the same woman who talked to the CEO like you weren’t scared of his position over you in the cafe. Instead you’re here, defeated by a machine that’s still eating your paper.

“Allergies to a printer?” Kai jokes softly as he sets his clipboard against the desk next to the printer. You nod, sniffing pathetically like some butthurt kid.

You’re so defeated that you don’t care anymore. The usual shame and embarrassment that would consume your entire being is nothing compared to the utterly despairing worthlessness that you feel now. Why does nothing go to plan for you? Even a stupid fucking printer is working against you.

Kai wordlessly motions for you to move out of the way. He expertly messes with the physical panel next to the screen, opening it and fiddling with the physical buttons.

The whirring stops but he continues messing with it. You blink back the leftover tears as he continues to do his work.

Your arms across over your chest as you watch him work devotedly. He pulls the crunched paper from the printing tray and wipes the wet ink from his hand onto his black slacks. The action looks second nature to him.

He reloads the paper tray and presses a few more buttons before clicking the panel closed. He glances at you as he clicks on the touch screen and the printer starts humming again.

Slowly, it prints your paper again. This time nothing gets stuck and a warm stack of paper is presented swiftly to you by a smiling Kai.

You’re lost for words as you accept the warm paper.

“The printer always jams, I guess you were just the unlucky soul this time.” Kai muses and glances over to the printer as it begins humming with his order.

“Thank you, Kai. Really.” You thank softly, “I’m sorry. I don’t usually cry like this.”

You hope he believes you. You hope he doesn’t see you as a crybaby.

“Don’t worry.” Kai replies tenderly, his warm smile washing away a fraction of your worries. It’s quite a contradiction to the interaction earlier. You feel bad for being so cold at the start of the day.

“N-No. Really I—“ Kai cuts you off for the second time today, placing a hand on your shoulder. It startles you enough for your lips to close curiously. He continues, “I get it. Allergies, remember?” He taps a finger against his nose.

A smile cracks on your face. It’s small but it’s real.

“Yeah, allergies.”

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The front door swung open, followed by the sound of familiar footsteps making their way into your shared bedroom.

A second later, the door slammed shut with a loud thud, frustration practically radiating off of Yeonjun after another exhausting day at work.

You could hear the strict tone in his voice and the muffled words until he finally got closer to the bed.

“—I’ll talk to you tomorrow, bye.” Yeonjun hung up the phone before dropping his bag onto the floor with a heavy sigh.

“Rough day?” You asked, sitting up slightly from where you had been lying down. Pushing the covers down a little so you could see him properly.

You watched as Yeonjun shrugged off his coat, the muscles in his arms flexing into view. Your head tilted slightly as you admired him.

“That’s an understatement. Today was hell.”

Taking off his shoes, he surprised you with the way he collapsed on top of you. Completely sinking you in, hiding you from the world with his size.

“Finally,” he grunted, sighing as he relaxed. You smiled and wrapped your arms around him, playing with his hair. He adjusted his cheek against your chest, his glasses tilting slightly.

You look down at him, twirling his hair with your finger and scratching his nape from time to time. “That feels so good…”

“Yeah?” You said softly, leaving a peck on his head where it was close. He hums before lifting his head up, looking at you a little clearer.

“What?” You brushed a few strands of his hair back, taming the mess he had.

“Nothing.” He pecked your lips. “You’re so pretty.”

“You tell me that every day—“ He interrupted you at the end with another kiss, this one lasted a little longer. “Every day isn’t enough.”

You managed to laugh once more when his lips chased after yours.

Melting into the kiss, he dipped his arms under the blankets to take a hold of your waist wrapping his arms around them. You tilt your head slightly, making it easier for him to catch your lower lip.

The kiss went on for a few more minutes and you had already given up on sitting straight, completely melted into his warm embrace.

“Oh, baby…” the name left his lips softly. He pulled away from the kiss to push the covers aside, annoying him from hiding you away. His arms came back to you, pulling you over to straddle his lap instead. “I’ve missed you so much.”

His lips trailed all over your neck, the tip of his nose tickling your skin as he went lower to your chest.

You couldn’t stop him, he deserved a good rest.

Your nightgown not doing you much justice—only covering up the areas he was most tempted to see. To which, he placed his hands to your sides, lifting up the fabric to pull it off.

Your nightgown was gone, he threw it to the side of the bed. Now, only dressed in your underwear, his hands cupped your bare chest. Before your husband could go any further, you tugged on his shirt. Your eyes pleading him to take it off.

He leaned in, kneading your skin so gently as he kissed your jaw. He took off his shirt, letting it drop to the floor before coming back closer.

Yeonjun licked his lips when he saw your tits basically close to his face. Leaning in without much thought, head dipped, he licked over the right side.

His large hand occupied the other side, brushing his thumb over it. He bit your skin lightly, your hand touching the back of his head and tugging on his hair every time you arched your back.

“junnie…” you breathe out, almost closing your eyes at the pressure. He kept pinching your nipple while marking the other, tugging it between his teeth, stretching it when his head fell back a little, then letting it go only to lick over the marks over and over again.

Exhaling a small whine, you pull his head back to kiss him again. He felt your eagerness too, his warm palms roaming over your curves with firm grips. Your tongue brushed over his, where he tilted his head to chase the sweet flavor.

“You’ve had strawberries, haven’t you?” He murmured when he pulled away to catch his breath.

You looked down at him,

Crooked glasses, half lidded eyes—drunk by the kiss, and his tinted lips.

Nodding at his guess, he chuckled while changing your position, dropping you down to lay in bed. He stood to take off his belt, pushing down his pants along with it until his boner came into view, it was already poking out of his boxers.

He was quick to hold your waist, pulling your body to where he stood by the edge of the bed. His palm brushed over your thighs, parting your legs to press his hard-on to your already wet underwear.

Sighing at the feeling, your hands went up to your wet nipples, cupping your breasts to give yourself a little more to feel. His head was still lowered to see the view of his boner over your thin underwear.

He could see the wet patch right in the center before you arched your back slightly, moving your hip to feel him closer. “You’re being really impatient, you know that?”

You bit your lip in slight frustration. “Don’t tease me.”

He chuckled and pushed his glasses back before it slipped to the tip of his nose. Lowering himself on top you, he kissed you again, more slower.

Catching your strawberry flavored tongue, you ran your fingers through the hairs on his nape, tugging on his strands to keep him as close as possible.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him down until you felt the familiar poke.

Yeonjun pulled away from the kiss and you hummed at the size of him.

He was rubbing his length over your wet patch. You close your eyes and moaned a little, your hands gripping his shoulders.

“Shh… easy,” he reassured in that low, soft voice. “Just a little more, honey.” He confessed as he watched how your body reacted.

You managed to open your eyes and see him. Shirtless, on top of you with his glasses on—

“Junnie, please.” You almost sit up, but his arms were quick to hold you in place. “I know, I know,” the tone made it worse for you to relax.

His fingers finally hooked on the fabric of your underwear and pulled them down. His boxers were next, and you caught the sight of his length springing out.

Positioning himself, his tip met your folds. He poked through your entrance and you wrapped your arms around his neck a little better.

Looking into his shielded eyes, you could tell that he needed you too. He pushed in a few inches first, carefully stretching you out first.

You exhaled in pleasure, making him go on and bury himself deeper. He rests his forehead against yours, grunting at how quick your gummy walls hugged his length.

“Shit baby—“ he closed his eyes tightly for a second before pulling back to thrust in again. And it continues, his dick going in deeper, the tip tip managing to catch your g-spot every now and then.

You were being so vocal with the amount of pleasure he was giving. And like how he’s always been—he couldn’t handle how tight your walls were, hugging him then slipping away only to suffocate him inside again.

The sounds of careful thrusts echoed the room, the brushes of his fingers over your smooth skin and the kisses he planted on your neck—it fogged up his glasses, he couldn’t see properly which wasn’t an issue at all.

Embarrassing enough, you managed to squirt a little, making him pick up the pace. Yeonjun’s lips parted and sighed a little louder.

“Fuck—too needy, huh?” He says as he lifts his head up, away from your neck, and pulled you over to have you pressed up against his chest when he moved to sit up in bed.

Leaning his back against the headboard and now having you on his lap, you rolled your hips back and forth in a steady motion.

Your hands held his shoulders to ground yourself, head leaning back and letting out moans in a pitch he couldn’t handle.

His eyes were glued to your body, how you rolled your hips against him, the dim lights of the room reflecting the glow of your skin and your sounds all mixed up together.

His warm palms gripped your waist, lifting you up slightly only to push you back down. “Come on baby, I know you can take it.”

“I c-can’t.” Your moans cut you off when you attempted to move back down, to stuff him back inside.

“Too much?” He almost sounded sympathetic, except it was mocking. He knew you couldn’t handle it and that was the best part

It didn’t matter how slippery everything was, it was too much for you. Reaching your high, you managed to ride him with the guidance of his hands.

“Good girl.” His praise made you grip his shoulder a little more, your pussy bubbling up all that spilled out as you lathered him with your liquids.

Closing your eyes tightly, your body trembled. He caught you in his arms and whispered sweet words as he kept you moving.

“Just like that… I knew you could take it, baby. See?” He felt you squirting every now and then while he was still moving.

You tear up and stayed close to him, to hide the humiliation that was painted across your face.

You made a mess on his lap, your inner thighs dripping your aftermath and coating his balls in the process.

While composing yourself, and him catching his own breath, he noticed you shying away. His fingers went through your hair to tug on them, pulling your head back to see him.

“Let me see,” he whispered huskily.

Your face exposed your pink cheeks, swollen lips and wet eye lashes. He swallowed his drool that built up and smiled, moving over to kiss you.

You tried to kiss back, too lightheaded to think straight with him still stuffed inside. “junnie..”

“Tell me baby.” He pulled away from the kiss to leave a few pecks on your eye lids, his hands massaging your sides with slow up and down motions.

“I need you to…” you paused, feeling embarrassed and your face went red instead.

“Want me to what?”

Tilting his head slightly, he brushed your hair back. You shyly shook your head, making him smile. He immediately knew what you were about to say next.

So he leaned in, next to your ear and moved his hips up after the lack of movements. “You want me to cum inside?” Gripping your hips lightly, he let you move back and forth against him. “Huh? Is that what you want?”

When you hummed in agreement, he wrapped his arms around you firmly.

Standing up, he moved toward his desk, finally fulfilling his fantasies.

Your lower back touched the edge of the desk, and thankfully he was holding you up. Your hands held the desk top to keep yourself still, feeling the papers and folders scattered around.

Yeonjun crashed his lips against yours to suppress your moans. His thrusts were careful, sloppy ones before it went faster.

He moved one hand behind you to hold the table, making you lean back slightly.

Breaking the kiss, your head fell back and whined at his size stretching you out. His eyes fell to your tits, bouncing with each thrust.

He licked his lips to smooth their surface before taking your nipple his mouth, his frames already digging in your skin.

Letting a few tears fall down your face at the amount of pleasure, you repeated his name over and over again, how good it felt and it only fueled him to go harder.

He pulled away from your breast to trail his kisses upward.

As soon as you felt him twitch and heard the sounds he made, your hand moved to the back of his head to pull him back for one last kiss.

He was high on your love, melting into each other’s lips as he spilt his cum.

Pumping himself a few more times to make sure you were stuffed until the very last drop, he bit your lower lip lightly, stretching it back before letting it go.

His hips moved slower, his hands moving back to hold you better—causing a few papers to slide off. His chest rose and fell slowly.

Resting his forehead against yours with his lips parted, you did the same. This time your hands came up to cup his face and left a few pecks on his heated skin.

𝖺/𝗇: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝖨 𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌.