Ju

He’s looked good all day, walking around the hotel pool wearing nothing but black swimming shorts. At some point you even felt wary of the glances he received, some women blatantly ogled at him from head to toe while murmuring stuff - as if his hand wasn’t holding yours.

Recall the events of the evening makes your eyebrows furrow as you grab your toothpaste tube from your travel toiletry bag. 

You are so lost in your thoughts and the sight of his sexy, manly figure sculpted by Michelangelo himself, that you don't even recall having put the toothbrush in your mouth, if it hadn't been for seeing Jacob’s body tremble through the mirror as he laughs quietly, you wouldn't have gotten out of your head and would’ve continued staring at him, admiring him - and thinking about those ladies in bikinis that kept staring at your man.

Trying to feign innocence, knowing that Jacob is very much aware of the kind of thoughts crossing your mind, you turn your head to look at him, toothbrush still in your mouth - but looking at him only makes things worse as you distinguish in his brown eyes that spark of mischief that gleams in them whenever he gets in a mood. You’re quick to look ahead again, waiting a couple more seconds before spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth with water. 

Gently, you are drying your mouth with a cloth when you feel Jacob's hands on your waist. You freeze for a second, but recover and keep doing your nightly routine, trying your best to do damage control by ignore his presence. Jacob, on the other hand, is determined to fluster you, to get your attention back on him, he gives your flesh two firm squeezes while placing feather-like pecks on your right shoulder.

“Jacob…” you sigh, shivering when he starts to leave sloppy kisses and harmless little bits on the side of your neck. You know where this is going so you ask, "Aren't you tired?" Jacob smiles against your skin, stands up tall and straight then leaves a kiss on the back of your head before wrapping his arms around your middle. 

“Tired?” His nose buried in your hair, right next to your temple. His warm breath fanning across your scalp, lips caressing the shell of your ear as he says, “For you? Never.” His voice a little deeper than usual, slightly raspy. “I do am a bit tipsy, tho.” Giggling you question in a teasing tone, “Too many red mojitos?” Jacob hums, unbothered, too focused on leaving sloppy kisses behind your ear.

Butterflies flutter in your lower belly, a tingling sensation in your core. Your body temperature rising rapidly as Jacob gradually becomes shameless with his touches. You're wearing light, thin sleeping clothes which means access to your body is easy for his wandering hands - one of them sneaks between your thighs, palm pressed flat against your clothed sex. 

“I’ve barely touched you, love…” Jacob mutters provokingly, a mischievous smile on his face, chest full of pride after feeling that you have already seeped through the fabric of your panties. What an ego boost. You scoff, half annoyed by the unnecessary remark and half turned on by the shit eating grin on his face - but the “half” annoyance you felt and the comment you were about to make dissipate into nothing when two of his fingers find your clit. 

Now he's the one staring, studying your reflection in the mirror, loving the way your face contorts because of the pleasure he's providing you. "Don't stop them." Jacob gently demands - referring to the moans you're avoiding letting out, biting your lip to secure them inside your mouth. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your attitude,” Jacob whispers in your ear, his plump lips flat against the shell of your ear, goosebumps araise in your skin. “You know I only have eyes for you, darling.” 

His fingers speed up. You feel lightheaded, heat accruing up in your neck, nape and shoulders. His words are all that’s on your mind, replying over and over like a mantra, his name falling from your lips in quiet murmurs.

“Don’t need to worry, love”, you throw your head back and lean against his body. The movements of his fingers constant and firm as he rapidly draws you closer to the edge. Heat building up in your belly, like a time bomb, threatening to explode at any moment and spread waves of pleasure throughout the rest of your body. “I’m all yours.”

One gasp, you are almost there, you can taste your sweet release, body squirming, mouth agape, you’re not even trying to hold back your moans anymore, thighs starting to shake and then… you reach your high. 

It’s euphoric, blissful. So intense that you have to hold on to the edge of the sink and get on your tippy toes while bending forward. Your breath labored, legs feeling like jelly, knees weak, clit throbbing and twitching, your walls squeezing nothing, begging, sore from the need of being stretched.

From here, things only escalate. 

In a matter of seconds Jacob’s removed each article of clothing covering your body. His slightly calloused hands cup your breasts as his thumbs draw circles on your nipples making them go from soft to stiff, your skin crawling at the stimulation. Your head leaning on him as his mouth marks you his, reddish spots blooming on the skin of your shoulder and the base of your neck. 

You absolutely lose it when he grinds his hard-on on your ass while simultaneously nibbling on your earlobe. You feel dizzy, intoxicated by lust, your blood, flesh and bones buzzing with desire and excitement.

“Cobie…” You breathily call out his name, begging for more.

“I know,” - one peck on your neck, right on your pulse point - “I know, love” - one peck more on your cheek - “I need you as well.” Jacob nuzzles into your shoulder, “Should I eat you first?” The mere question makes you whine and arch your back, the thought of his soft, skillful tongue playing with your sopping cunt has your head spinning. 

You’d love for him to eat you out but-

“No.” Even you are surprised by the refusal. “I wanna suck your cock,” you say breathless, your sex gushing at your own words, “Please,” you moan, “I need your cock in my mouth so bad. Wanna make you feel good.”

The next thing you hear is the towel falling to the floor, the fabric pooling around Jacob's feet.

“As you wish, baby.” 

Once face to face with him, your gaze instantly drifts downward, finding his hand fisting his cock with gentle up and down moves. The tip, bright pink and leaking pre-cum, exposed to your hungry eyes. Your mouth waters at the sight. From the bulging veins in his hand to his flushed chest and reddish ears, a work of art. One that you are sure you’ll never get tired of seeing. 

An amused snort captures your attention making your eyes dart upward. With a sly smile on his face, he teases you, “You’re drooling all over the floor.” The apple of your cheeks heat up, although you're not quite sure if it's due to embarrassment or because of how aroused you're feeling. “Come on, get to work, baby.” Jacob commanded in a gentle, seductive tone, walking towards you with slow steps as he smears the pre-cum all over the sensitive head of his cock. “Make me feel good.”

You look down again, your mouth salivating even more than before. With no hesitation you drop to your knees in front of him.

Instantly, you take him in your hand and place his tip in your mouth. The pre-semen on the slit, a touch salty, comes into contact with your taste buds, mixing with the satisfaction of having your mouth full. Your eyes roll back as you moan around his shaft, your clit throbbing when Jacob breaths out a long, raspy moan, his right hand reaching out to pet your head. 

“So good, honey”, Jacob praises, balling a fist in your hair to pull you closer, to make you take more of him. 

His gaze fixed on you, brows furrowing as you pull back all the way to the head to take a deep breath, holding eye contact with him as you slowly slide your lips down his length, taking in your mouth every inch of his cock, even after your throat tightened letting you know you've reached your limit. 

Your teary eyes look up at him for a brief moment before he throws his head back, completely ecstatic. His hips begin to thrust gently - but you want more, you want to give him more, so you start to bob your head. Fast. Up and down. 

“Fuck…” Jacob whispers, moaning quite loud when he hears and feels you trying to control your gag reflex. 

You take a small break, enthusiastically fisting his cock as you look up at him and provokingly moan, “Am I being good, Sir?”, you question with glossy eyes and soft voice, spit running down the corners of your mouth, “Am I being a good girl?”

“Oh, baby.” Is all Jacob’s able to say in a strained voice, feeling weak at the knees for you, feeling lightheaded and incredibly aroused. “You’re always good to me, my love.” He praised. “So sweet, a real good girl.” He says, the back of his hand sliding down your cheek in a loving gesture.

The idea of ​​making him come, the idea of ​​his cum in your mouth, settles in your mind - like a nail drilled into a wall. 

With a clear goal, once again you slide your head back until only the tip is in your mouth and take the rest of him with your hands, clenching your fingers around the shaft as you adjust your position and begin to move your head and hands in a nearly erratic way. Jacob instantly looks down at you, taken aback by the intensity of your actions. Your eyes, teary but wide open, prettily looking up at him.

His own thoughts betray him. His mind projects images of the past encounters you’ve had, but what makes him lose his sanity is thinking about the first time he had you like this. Recalling such event makes him explode sooner than he would’ve liked. 

Your mouth opens wide as soon as you feel his seed get released right on your tongue- warm, whitish and slightly bitter from the sick amount of caffeine he ingests daily - but your hand keeps fisting his cock - as you want every. drop. to fall on your tongue. 

The intense orgasm sends a ripple of arousal down his spine causing his hips to abruptly thrust against your mouth making you gag. A raspy moan comes from deep within him as he throws his head back, his eyes roll back, jaw slack, breath labored and heart pumping like crazy, chest rising and falling aggressively, his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat.

His collarbones protrude with every breath that he lets out and his face’s contorted in a gorgeous way, perfectly expressing how he’s feeling at the moment - absolutely demolished by the intensity of his orgasm.

As you swallow you notice that a bit of cum is stuck at the tip, you cannot allow such waste so you lick a straight line from the base to the tip, tracing with your tongue the thick, bulging vein on the underside of his length. 

Your fingers close around the head and squeezing tight. Your free hand goes to explore places further down. Jacob chokes on a sob, for a second he feels his soul leave his body as you gently massage and squeeze his balls while suctioning on the sensitive tip of his cock making sure to milk him dry, to clean every trace of his seed off of him.

"Baby… love.” Jacob begs in a raspy, tired tone. 

Finally, you free him from your mouth and hands and stand up, but not before pressing a loud smooch against the head - which makes Jacob laugh sheepishly. 

When you’re back on your feet, knees red and slightly sore and numb, you find him hiding his face with his hands. If duality were a man, it would be Jacob - no doubt. Your heart flutters at the sight and you can’t help but giggle lovingly.

Hearing your giggles, pure happiness, makes Jacob spreads his fingers - creating a gap so he can see you through it, not daring to show you his flushed self. Ears red and cheeks bright pink. 

Yangyang swears he’s in heaven.

You feel so heavenly underneath him, the sweaty skin of your back pressed against his chest paired with the bite marks and hickies littering your skin, He can finally feel you completely, your velvety walls enveloping him, the soft expanse of your skin pressed against him, the scent of sweat and sex heavy in the air. 

You’re sobbing, crying as Yangyang ruts into you on your bed. You can feel your body stretching painfully to accommodate his length, his hot breath against your neck, his sweaty skin against yours. It disgusts you and you beg him to stop, to pull out, to leave you alone. 

But Yangyang can care less about what you want. How can he when it feels so good to finally have what he’s longed for? Yangyang’s finally being able to feel you, able to indulge in your body as he wishes. Yangyang doesn’t have to spend hours in his locked room, chasing his high, imagining the idea of what you’d feel like. He’d spend hours in his imagination, imaging what it would feel like to run his hands across your skin, to sink his teeth into your plump skin, to grope at your body, to feel your supple flesh pressed up against him

Now, his daydreams are a reality. You’re here with him, here against him, and Yangyang cannot be more thrilled to finally be able to do what he wants with you. He’s finally able to touch you, to run his fingers across your skin, to have his mouth against your skin, to feel your shake against him, to feel your sobs wrack your body. Yangyang’s obsessed with how you feel, the silkiness of your skin, the ease of sinking his fingers and teeth into your skin. He’s obsessed with how your body feels around him. You just feel so good and your body is just so pliant, so welcoming towards him that he’s convinced that although you say you don’t want this, your body surely does. You fit him like a glove, drawing him further into your body and you’re just so addictively warm around his length, making him want to fuck you for hours. 

There was something almost magical in your conversations and glances, something private and intimate that no one could even touch it. You’d end up following him everywhere, whether in Korea or abroad, even when your presence wasn’t necessary. You’d spend hours in practice rooms, working on your laptop, just to be by his side at his request. You never left the building without him; if he was training, you’d wait with a book or finish a few last tasks. If you still had work, he’d crash next to you on your office couch, watching SpongeBob on his phone. Taeyong would bring your favorite sweets from abroad—those you missed from home but couldn’t find here. They’d show up at your office every month. And between breaks, he’d leave you iced jasmine tea, your favorite, just to make sure you stayed hydrated.

Every week, you’d leave a blind box and a drink in his locker, so he’d find them before a tough day. You couldn’t have a meal without him; he knew all your eating habits like you knew his. Better yet, recently, Taeyong had you make a copy of his keys. He wanted you to come and go in his apartment whenever you wanted, “just in case.”

But here’s the thing: it was slowly driving you insane. Your feelings for him became everything, and before you knew it, you were putting him at the center of your world. You realized it when, every time he left, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You could still feel him everywhere—even when he wasn’t there. Then, recently, you spent the night at his place. You were on the couch, both of you half asleep, and Taeyong pulled you into him, arms around you. Slowly, his touches turned soft, his head resting on the curve of your neck. He was like a kitten, begging for affection.

You found yourself dangerously close to his face, his lips. You hesitated for a second—one move, and your lips would meet his. You don’t know where you found the self-control, but somehow, you managed to pull yourself up and leave his place, pretending you had an important early meeting that forced you to go back and get some sleep.

Taeyong knew you were lying. He knew your schedule better than you knew it yourself. He’d synced it with his, tracking your every move. And he knew.

He tried to get you to stay. “You can sleep here,” he said.

His voice calm, but there was something heavy behind it. You’d slept in the same bed on tour before, dozing off mid-conversation. But this? This wasn’t normal. It wasn’t friendly. And deep down, you knew it wouldn’t end well.

“No, I’m going home.” He sat up on the couch and grabbed your hand before you could even make it to the door. You turned to face him. His eyes were sleepy, focused on your fingers as they intertwined with his.

“Why.” You could hear the disappointment in his voice. And you didn’t know if you could resist it.

“Taeyong, I...” you struggled to find the words. He shot up, standing in front of you now, his gaze pleading. “Just for tonight, and tomorrow we can act like nothing happened.”

You were so close to giving in, but this was just sex he was offering, and you knew that if you crossed that line, your feelings would take on a whole new dimension. “I have to go, sorry.”

You had to set a boundary with your feelings. You hadn’t been hired to fall for him.

Your friendship? That was already a bonus. Above all, you’d fought hard to get to where you were in your career. You couldn’t throw all of that away just for a crush. Even though, deep down, you knew you were already way past the crush stage.

That’s why, a few days, maybe weeks ago, you decided to stop responding to his private messages and calls. You knew his schedule by heart, had access to his calendar online—you knew where and when to be to avoid running into him. You needed space. You needed distance, for both of you. And you felt guilty for Taeyong, wondering what he was thinking on his side. His messages? They hit you hard, made you feel his pain, his confusion.

-Do you need anything? I’m at the grocery store near your place. I can drop something off if you want. - *Photo* Miss u - I left a iced tea on your desk. Hope you have a good day - The practice sessions are so empty without you - Haven’t heard from you much except for your work emails… - I miss you, please answer me

So many messages, so many small gestures that just made your heart ache even more, convincing you that keeping your distance was the right thing to do. You hated doing this to him, but it was slowly discouraging him from texting you. At least, that’s what you hoped.

And tonight? He’s texting you again. You turn around, grabbing your phone, you need to know what he’s saying—it’s visceral, stronger than you. At first, Taeyong respected your space, but after seeing you walk in this morning with Johnny, both of you holding coffees from the same place, he felt like someone had shoved a knife into his chest. This time, his messages were more direct.

- Are you trying to make me pay for that night or do you just not know how to get rid of me, so you’re ghosting me instead?

- I’m sorry, that’s not it. I just need to focus right now, I don’t have time for distractions.

- Miracle, you re answering. Distractions?

- Please don’t take this the wrong way

Tyong’s calling

You don’t answer.

-You’re just gonna ignore me again?

-Taeyong, this... whatever this is between us, it’s not normal. We need some distance.

- What?

- I think some space would be good for us. We need a break.

- Is that what you want?

- It’s what we need.

- Okay.

You know Taeyong doesn’t get it. You also know that if something happens between you two and someone finds out, you’ll lose your job. The worst-case scenario? It leaks outside of the company, and no one would trust you with anything ever again.

The days that followed felt long and gray. You had no interaction with Taeyong anymore and were actively avoiding any direct contact with the 127 members.

But then, one evening, you find your monthly package from Taeyong sitting on your desk. When you meet Irene, someone you’ve become close with since arriving, you feel uneasy. Finding that gesture from him kind of threw you off. Up until now, you hadn’t planned on talking about any of this, but Irene’s an idol, she knows Taeyong well, and if there’s anyone who might understand and listen, it’s her.

“Oh wow, didn’t see that coming.”

“I know, it wasn’t planned at all and—”

“No, I’m not talking about your feelings for Taeyong, I’m talking about your decision.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

“Because I know Taeyong, and if you two cross that line, sure, it could be dangerous for his career, but only if you’re not serious or if you’re not discreet. And that’s not him. He’d do anything to protect you and protect your relationship from outside eyes.”

“How can you be sure about that?” You’re a little shaken by what she’s just said.

“Because, again, I know him. And I think you should give him a chance, trust him to handle this situation. If there’s one person who can pull it off, it’s him. And I really think he’d want to take that risk with you.”

“How can you say that? You had no idea about this situation before tonight.”

“Of course I did. Everyone close to 127 knows about the... unusual chemistry you two have developed.”

“Oh—”

Irene’s words keep replaying in your head. The part where she says Taeyong could manage and protect you both doesmake you want to believe in it. You know there’s a version of this story where he could truly enter a relationship with you, where you’d fall in love.

But the part where she says others have already noticed the chemistry between you two makes you uneasy. That’s proof enough that you’re putting yourselves in danger by staying so close. It’s all too much to process, and you almost want to text him to talk about it, but you drop the idea.

You don’t have the strength to deal with it tonight. Tomorrow’s a big event for the company, and there will be tons of people there. You’ve planned to focus and avoid any NCT members as much as possible.

When you arrive at the event, a lot of people are already there. That was the goal: arrive as late as possible to make sure the place is packed and you won’t run into a single 127 member who’d stop to make small talk, eventually bringing the others, including Taeyong, into the mix. Of course, you can count on Mark and Haechan, who spot you at the entrance and immediately drag you to their table.

“Why haven’t you been around lately?”

“Are you avoiding us?” Haechan chimes in. “Or worse, do you not like us anymore?”

“That’s exactly it. I’ve always thought your music was awful, and now I’m realizing you’re terrible people too,”

“No, seriously, why don’t you come see us in practice anymore?” Deep down, they all know it’s about Taeyong. When it’s you, it’s always about him.

“I’ve just been swamped with work, I’m sorry. I don’t have as much time as before.”

Taeyong’s been watching you from across the table since you sat down, his gaze sharp. You’re lying, and even though he knows you can’t tell the truth, it still annoys him. You choose to ignore his reactions. It’s for the best.

The night goes on, and you decide to call it a night when you see that most people are starting to leave, and the alcohol’s kicked in. Over everything else, you can feel Taeyong’s eyes on you all night. You can’t take it anymore. Every time you turn your head, you inevitably lock eyes with him. His gaze is filled with desire and sadness. He’s unavoidable.

You’re sitting in a corner chatting with Ten and Irene when the song No Manners starts. Taeyong’s in the middle of a conversation with some other artists, but his eyes never leave you.

God, he wishes he were in Ten’s place.

He’d give anything to be close to you. It kills him that you’ve barely had any interaction tonight. Some time ago, you wouldn’t have left each other’s side the entire evening, and he would’ve taken you home, just the two of you, talking for hours in your little cocoon.

You look up at him when Ten sings, looking straight at him. And you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re holding his gaze, but you feel an unbearable pull toward him. Your heart races, and you’re breathing heavier, like you’re too warm.

He makes you feel hot. His eyes, filled with longing and emotions, set your body on fire. Now that he’s finally got your attention, he gives you a small nod, as if to say, come join me. He wants to talk to you, just the two of you.

It would be so much easier to resist him if he weren’t looking so damn good tonight—in that silk, low-cut black blouse, the jewelry that makes him shine, and those jeans that highlight his long, lean frame.

You want to go to him, but you don’t feel sober enough to face him like this.

You’re not free from him yet, not enough to withstand this kind of moment.

“Honestly, no one’s ever going to forget that iconic performance from Taeyong,” Ten says, like a dagger to your chest.

It’s only the beginning of the song, and you decide to leave before hearing his voice. You wave goodbye to your friends and quickly make your exit. You completely ignore Taeyong as you pass by him. He feels it like a shockwave. It’s too much for him. How long are you going to play this game? He knows you want him too. He always felt it. At least, he hopes he’s not wrong.

He takes your place between Ten and Irene, rests his head in his hands, and sighs desperately. She taps his shoulder.

"What are you waiting for? Go catch her."

"She doesn't want us to have any contact anymore, you can see she's ignoring me."

"Because she can't resist you, that's obvious." He glares at her. "Seriously Taeyong, do I really need to tell you that this girl is crazy about you? She's just trying to avoid trouble with the hierarchy."

"Wait, is that why?"

"Trust me Taeyong, she's crazy about you. She's just afraid you two won't be able to handle it, so go after her and prove to her that you can be the man she needs and protect her. Take the lead."

Taeyong stares at her for a second and then gets up faster than ever to chase after you. Ten looks at Irene. "Well, here we go."

He finds you in the hallway, the music still thumping in the background.

“Y/n!” He calls out, with some urgence.

“Not now, Taeyong.”

He doesn’t leave room for hesitation. Irene told him to take the lead, and he’s determined to prove he can carry you through this.

You don’t even have time to breathe before his hand clamps around your waist, spinning you and pinning you to the wall like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Taeyong—”

“Shut up.” His voice is a low growl, so close you can feel his breath against you, and it’s driving you wild. He holds your gaze, searching for any sign of resistance.

But your eyes tell him everything he needs to know—you want him to stay, you want him to finish what he started.

Taeyong doesn’t hesitate. The music is loud, but the timing feels almost too perfect—his part begins. He inches closer, his lips dangerously close to yours, the air heavy with tension.

“Dancing on my backseat, You look so yeah senchi.”

His forehead presses to yours, his words soft yet filled with meaning as he murmurs, “Got me comma, commas I’m addicted to you, toxic.”

You don’t really get what’s happening, but you know you love it, and damn, it feels so good—way too good. You have no desire, no strength left to resist him. He slides his hands over your waist and grasps them firmly with his fingers to arch you over and press you fully against him.

This leads you to feel his boner against you. And oh god, there’s no denying it—this moment hits Taeyong just as hard as it hits you.

You let out a soft moan.

“Naege dallyeo naneun dalliji Put the pedal to the metal maedalliji neoye maeryeok You the answer, never question urin eopji got no manners ppittakhage neoneun naenshi nan shideu.”

One of his hands slides up to your neck, his long fingers wrapping around it effortlessly. Then, his palm cradles your jaw as his thumb brushes your cheek, finally resting on your lower lip. His narrowed eyes lock onto yours.

“Urin beautiful neomu beautiful, Don’t say thank you or nothing, Criminal so cynical.”

He leans into your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he keeps murmuring against you, each word feeling like a kiss. You sigh with pleasure.

“But we need to learn some manners, bichi na bichi na.” His mouth hovers over yours. “I’m addicted to you, toxic, I’m addicted to you, toxic.” he murmurs those last words.

His eyes glazed with desire, he pulls his thumb away from your lip and presses his mouth to yours.

Your body reacts instantly to his. But the sound of heels echoing nearby pulls you out of your daze. You break the kiss—well, almost.

“Taeyong, wait, stop, just a second.”

He keeps kissing along your cheeks. “What now?”

“This isn’t a good-ahh—”

He cuts you off by sucking on your neck, pressing you harder against the wall as he hikes your leg up against him. He murmurs against your lips,

“Remind me why we’re taking a break from each other. Hmm? It’s obviously insane. I think we both know what we want.” He pulls back to look into your eyes. “It’s obvious to everyone but you that we’re falling in love, so just let go and fall with me.”

You’re speechless. To hell with your job—there’s only one Lee Taeyong.

You slide your hand up his neck and crash your lips against his. You feel like you’ve waited a lifetime for this. His hands are everywhere on you, and you never want him to let go.

The kiss grows more urgent, the two of you like starving people finally given a taste of chocolate. Your arms wrap around his neck, clinging to him like your life depends on it.

He slows the pace. “I know I started this, but we should go somewhere more private.”

You steal one more kiss, unable to fully break away. “Yeah, you’re right.”

You keep kissing, lost in it, until he breaks away with a breathless little laugh.

“Y/n, we really need to get out of here.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

He grabs your hand, as you runaway like two child. Once you arrive at his place, you barely make it through the door before you wrap your arms around him from behind, resting your head against his back. He grips your arms, holding you close.

“I can’t believe you wanted to deprive us of this,” he murmurs. He turns around to face you, cupping your face with his hands. “I won’t let anything come between us, you have to trust me. Not at work, not in our private lives. I’ll protect you and I’ll protect us from the rest of the world, from prying eyes. Since you walked into my life, you’ve been my priority. How could you not see that?”

You feel so bad for pushing him away for so long.

“I’m sorry. You’re my priority too. And I want you more than anything.”

“Don’t push me away again, unless you’re sure you don’t want me anymore.” He finally kisses you, his lips somehow even sweeter than before. His touch is confident and firm, as if he’s trying to imprint you onto his skin.

Your jacket falls to the floor as Taeyong’s fingers trace along the straps of your dress. He slides them off your shoulders, and your dress drops to the ground.

You find yourself standing there in your underwear in front of him, and he takes a moment to just admire you.

His tongue slips into your mouth, and between kisses, he asks, “Tell me, what do you want right now? I want to show you how well I can take care of you.”

You look at him, captivated by how far Taeyong seems willing to go for you, for your pleasure. You blush, hesitating to answer. He smile softly

. “You’ve got something on your mind, but you’re too shy to ask.”

You shake your head, too embarrassed to admit it. He plants soft kisses along your neck and wraps his arms around you with such passion.

“Tell me. You know you can ask me for anything.”

“It’s about earlier…”

He looks at you, intrigued, and a spark flashes in his eyes. He smirk, shaking his head—he knows.

“Your desire is my command. ”

He picks you up like you weigh nothing, laying you down on the carpet with a kind of quiet urgency. His lips trail lower and lower, from the heat of your neck to the soft skin of your belly.

You moan; it feels so good.

Then he sits up to take off his shirt. He pulls away just enough to get into position, his eyes never leaving yours.

And under your mesmerized gaze, he starts his No Manners choreography.

When his hands graze around you, a shiver runs down your spine, watching him do this so close to you.

And then the moment you’ve been craving finally comes—he grinds against you in that wave-like move that’s haunted your thoughts so many times. He finishes with a deep, passionate kiss.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” you moan.

“See? I know you better than anyone. I can take care of you, love.”

“Pleease, Taeyong, take care of me.”

“Of course.”

You turn, face down and arch your back to present him your ass. You want him to take you now. He presses himself against you, growling softly in your ear as he kisses your shoulder, all while sliding his pants and your panties down. He aligns his dick with your entrance and slowly penetrates you. You feel every inch of him slowly pushing inside you, and the movement feels just as sensual as it does romantic.

Taeyong brushes your hair out of your face, his fingers gentle as he plants soft kisses along your cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

He sighs in pleasure as he starts to move, finding a rhythm that has you melting beneath him. His little moans send you to another dimension.

You’d always wondered what Taeyong would be like in bed, and a part of you was convinced he was a switch—which secretly drove you wild. You also had a feeling he’d be sensitive.

And you were right. You could feel it in every touch, firm yet achingly tender. His movements become smoother and more fluid, and you feel his cock surge inside you, he's going to cum, already, you feel it.

He pulls out and lets out a shaky breath.

You whine as you turn to face him. “Nooo, what are you doing?”

Running a hand through his hair, he gives you an embarrassed smile. “I’m gonna come if I keep going, Y/n. It’s been too long—I need to pace myself if you want this to last.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find a way to get you going again.” You crawl toward him on all fours, and his eyes widen, completely captivated by your every move.

You lean against his thighs, gently wrap your fingers around his sex and start pumping him up and down.

His head falls back, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure coursing through him.

You watch his face contort with bliss, and the sight alone satisfies you—but you crave more.

Leaning in closer, you start by kissing his tip, then wrap your mouth around his all dick. Taeyong moans in pleasure, his high-pitched whimpers are like music to your ears.

He looks down at you, completely lost in his bliss.

His hand rests on your head—not to push, just to feel connected to you. Your pace steadies, and you tighten your mouth around him. You catch it the moment you feel his whole body tense up. His breath is all ragged.

“Y/n, I m gonna cum, you need to pull away." He places a gentle hand on your cheek.

You look at him and tighten your lips, not letting go.

It's an invitation to come in your mouth. You can see tears in his eyes and god it turns you even more.

“Oh my- aahh Y/n…I can’t hold back, sorry."

He comes within a second. And you don’t take your eyes off him, to catch this moment. You swallow everything he gives you.

Then you release his cock in a lil pop.

He opens his eyes again, all groggy and satisfied, then leans in to kiss you.

"Thank you... that was incredible."

You smile against his lips. "This is just the beginning."

You're back to pumping his dick. Taeyong flinches and lets out a whimper, “It’s sensitive.”

“I know baby, but you told me you’ll take care of me right?”

“Of course I will..oh”

His body’s shaking—you’re overstimulating him.

“Let me eat you, please.” he's pleading you.

“No, I want you inside of me.” You can't wait anymore

He rests his forehead against yours, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck. “Oh my- I’ll never get enough of you.”

He slides two fingers over your folds and penetrates you with one thrust. You flinch and cry out as you feel his fingers thrust into you.

“Here, you wanted to feel me inside of you.”

His hands are quick and firm, his fingering you in a way you could never touch yourself.

You feel the tension building inside you. Gripping his shoulders, straddling him, you try to hold yourself steady. But your body’s shaking—what Taeyong’s doing to you is too intense, too much for you to handle.

"Yong, I can’t stand…” 

“It’s ok, I got you”

He plants a soft kiss at the corner of your lips. Your grip on his shoulders loosens—your arms can’t hold on anymore. As you start to fall back, he catches you, pulling you close. You melt into his embrace, and just like that, you feel more than safe; you feel like you truly belong, right there with him. Your orgasm transcends you; you've never had one so strong that it had such an effect on you.

When you open your eyes, you see Taeyong completely mesmerized by what he's looking at down below, he's already starting to jerk off again. You just squirted. You didn't knex you could do that.

You blush, feeling horribly embarrassed for ruining his carpet.

“Oh my god Tae, I’m confused.”

He bites his lip. “Will you do it again ?”

“Well…it’s up to you.” 

You blush a little when Taeyong catches your gaze, surprised, and you smile at him. “I’ve never done this before, not alone, and definitely not with any other guy.”

He kisses you, deep and slow, proud of what you just said. “Told you, no one can take care of you like I can.”

“I want more Taeyong.” you whisper.

He pulls you into his arms, lifting you effortlessly, taking you to the bedroom. Lying on the bed, you watch him, wondering how you ever thought you could live without him.

He lays on top of you, movements soft and tender. He traps your face between his arms, showering you with gentle kisses all over. Your hands wander down his back, nails scratching lightly.

He shivers. And just like in the living room before, he slowly penetrates you so that you feel every inch of it enter you. You dig your nails into his skin, and he lets out a soft moan. He finds a steady rhythm, gently placing a hand on your cheek, almost tenderly. He kisses you, slow and deep, before pulling away to look at you. His backstrokes are strong and sure, you're in nirvana. 

He lifts you, sitting you on top of him. Now you're straddling him, sitting on his lap, wrapping your arms around him as you face him. He put his hand against your pussy and the friction of your clitoris against his fingers build a new orgasm that hit you so hard. 

Taeyong buries his face in the crook of your neck, letting out the softest moan. You find those sounds as sexy as they are adorable. You know you’ll never be able to get enough of them. His body turns warm, his breath shallow. He starts mumbling softly against your neck.

"I'm going to cum, Y/n, I'm sorry."

“Don’t be, just enjoy, my love, that’s all I want.”

He moans, tightening his grip around your waist as he hears your words. You feel all his muscles tense, and Taeyong lifts you slightly to pull away. He jerk, still hidden in your neck, pressed against you. And finishes with a soft groan, he murmured your name, while painting your belly with his hot cum. 

You still hold him in your arms, cuddling him.

His orgasm was strong, you can feel it. For Taeyong, it's months of frustration finally being satisfied.

He lays you down and settles against you. His misty eyes study you intently.

“I thought you’d never come back to me.”

“I know, me too...”

He runs a hand through your hair and props himself up on his elbow. “I hated it. It killed me, you became the greatest part of my life.” He kisses you deeply. “I missed you. I missed you so damn much.”

“I missed you too, I’m sorry.”

“Then it’s okay, you trust me now?”

You nod, silently agreeing.

“Either way, you don’t have a choice. I won’t let you go this time. And I know exactly how to convince you to give in. No manners, right?" he smirk, making fun of you. "Didn’t know that performance would have this effect on you.”

You blush slightly. “Oh shut up.”

“I’ll do this every night if that’s what you want, my love.” He kisses you again.

“You’ll take care of me, right?” you smile.

“I will, as long as you let me.”

-

In the week that follows, you and Taeyong fall back into your routine. And, of course, in private, it’s much more.

One evening in the practice room, you joke around with Haechan while Taeyong watches you, completely in awe.

"So, everything’s good between you two now?"

Taeyong smiles like a little kid. "Yeah, she just needed me to reassure her. And that’s exactly what I did. I said what needed to be said." He pauses when you look at him, his heart racing for you. He joins you, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you laugh with the others.

You push him away, but not really trying.

"Taeyong, we talk about discretion. Not in front of everyone..."

He pouts, then playfully smacks your cheek.

"I know but..between us, no manners” he whimpers in your ears.

He’s looked good all day, walking around the hotel pool wearing nothing but black swimming shorts. At some point you even felt wary of the glances he received, some women blatantly ogled at him from head to toe while murmuring stuff - as if his hand wasn’t holding yours.

Recall the events of the evening makes your eyebrows furrow as you grab your toothpaste tube from your travel toiletry bag. 

You are so lost in your thoughts and the sight of his sexy, manly figure sculpted by Michelangelo himself, that you don't even recall having put the toothbrush in your mouth, if it hadn't been for seeing Jacob’s body tremble through the mirror as he laughs quietly, you wouldn't have gotten out of your head and would’ve continued staring at him, admiring him - and thinking about those ladies in bikinis that kept staring at your man.

Trying to feign innocence, knowing that Jacob is very much aware of the kind of thoughts crossing your mind, you turn your head to look at him, toothbrush still in your mouth - but looking at him only makes things worse as you distinguish in his brown eyes that spark of mischief that gleams in them whenever he gets in a mood. You’re quick to look ahead again, waiting a couple more seconds before spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth with water. 

Gently, you are drying your mouth with a cloth when you feel Jacob's hands on your waist. You freeze for a second, but recover and keep doing your nightly routine, trying your best to do damage control by ignore his presence. Jacob, on the other hand, is determined to fluster you, to get your attention back on him, he gives your flesh two firm squeezes while placing feather-like pecks on your right shoulder.

“Jacob…” you sigh, shivering when he starts to leave sloppy kisses and harmless little bits on the side of your neck. You know where this is going so you ask, "Aren't you tired?" Jacob smiles against your skin, stands up tall and straight then leaves a kiss on the back of your head before wrapping his arms around your middle. 

“Tired?” His nose buried in your hair, right next to your temple. His warm breath fanning across your scalp, lips caressing the shell of your ear as he says, “For you? Never.” His voice a little deeper than usual, slightly raspy. “I do am a bit tipsy, tho.” Giggling you question in a teasing tone, “Too many red mojitos?” Jacob hums, unbothered, too focused on leaving sloppy kisses behind your ear.

Butterflies flutter in your lower belly, a tingling sensation in your core. Your body temperature rising rapidly as Jacob gradually becomes shameless with his touches. You're wearing light, thin sleeping clothes which means access to your body is easy for his wandering hands - one of them sneaks between your thighs, palm pressed flat against your clothed sex. 

“I’ve barely touched you, love…” Jacob mutters provokingly, a mischievous smile on his face, chest full of pride after feeling that you have already seeped through the fabric of your panties. What an ego boost. You scoff, half annoyed by the unnecessary remark and half turned on by the shit eating grin on his face - but the “half” annoyance you felt and the comment you were about to make dissipate into nothing when two of his fingers find your clit. 

Now he's the one staring, studying your reflection in the mirror, loving the way your face contorts because of the pleasure he's providing you. "Don't stop them." Jacob gently demands - referring to the moans you're avoiding letting out, biting your lip to secure them inside your mouth. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your attitude,” Jacob whispers in your ear, his plump lips flat against the shell of your ear, goosebumps araise in your skin. “You know I only have eyes for you, darling.” 

His fingers speed up. You feel lightheaded, heat accruing up in your neck, nape and shoulders. His words are all that’s on your mind, replying over and over like a mantra, his name falling from your lips in quiet murmurs.

“Don’t need to worry, love”, you throw your head back and lean against his body. The movements of his fingers constant and firm as he rapidly draws you closer to the edge. Heat building up in your belly, like a time bomb, threatening to explode at any moment and spread waves of pleasure throughout the rest of your body. “I’m all yours.”

One gasp, you are almost there, you can taste your sweet release, body squirming, mouth agape, you’re not even trying to hold back your moans anymore, thighs starting to shake and then… you reach your high. 

It’s euphoric, blissful. So intense that you have to hold on to the edge of the sink and get on your tippy toes while bending forward. Your breath labored, legs feeling like jelly, knees weak, clit throbbing and twitching, your walls squeezing nothing, begging, sore from the need of being stretched.

From here, things only escalate. 

In a matter of seconds Jacob’s removed each article of clothing covering your body. His slightly calloused hands cup your breasts as his thumbs draw circles on your nipples making them go from soft to stiff, your skin crawling at the stimulation. Your head leaning on him as his mouth marks you his, reddish spots blooming on the skin of your shoulder and the base of your neck. 

You absolutely lose it when he grinds his hard-on on your ass while simultaneously nibbling on your earlobe. You feel dizzy, intoxicated by lust, your blood, flesh and bones buzzing with desire and excitement.

“Cobie…” You breathily call out his name, begging for more.

“I know,” - one peck on your neck, right on your pulse point - “I know, love” - one peck more on your cheek - “I need you as well.” Jacob nuzzles into your shoulder, “Should I eat you first?” The mere question makes you whine and arch your back, the thought of his soft, skillful tongue playing with your sopping cunt has your head spinning. 

You’d love for him to eat you out but-

“No.” Even you are surprised by the refusal. “I wanna suck your cock,” you say breathless, your sex gushing at your own words, “Please,” you moan, “I need your cock in my mouth so bad. Wanna make you feel good.”

The next thing you hear is the towel falling to the floor, the fabric pooling around Jacob's feet.

“As you wish, baby.” 

Once face to face with him, your gaze instantly drifts downward, finding his hand fisting his cock with gentle up and down moves. The tip, bright pink and leaking pre-cum, exposed to your hungry eyes. Your mouth waters at the sight. From the bulging veins in his hand to his flushed chest and reddish ears, a work of art. One that you are sure you’ll never get tired of seeing. 

An amused snort captures your attention making your eyes dart upward. With a sly smile on his face, he teases you, “You’re drooling all over the floor.” The apple of your cheeks heat up, although you're not quite sure if it's due to embarrassment or because of how aroused you're feeling. “Come on, get to work, baby.” Jacob commanded in a gentle, seductive tone, walking towards you with slow steps as he smears the pre-cum all over the sensitive head of his cock. “Make me feel good.”

You look down again, your mouth salivating even more than before. With no hesitation you drop to your knees in front of him.

Instantly, you take him in your hand and place his tip in your mouth. The pre-semen on the slit, a touch salty, comes into contact with your taste buds, mixing with the satisfaction of having your mouth full. Your eyes roll back as you moan around his shaft, your clit throbbing when Jacob breaths out a long, raspy moan, his right hand reaching out to pet your head. 

“So good, honey”, Jacob praises, balling a fist in your hair to pull you closer, to make you take more of him. 

His gaze fixed on you, brows furrowing as you pull back all the way to the head to take a deep breath, holding eye contact with him as you slowly slide your lips down his length, taking in your mouth every inch of his cock, even after your throat tightened letting you know you've reached your limit. 

Your teary eyes look up at him for a brief moment before he throws his head back, completely ecstatic. His hips begin to thrust gently - but you want more, you want to give him more, so you start to bob your head. Fast. Up and down. 

“Fuck…” Jacob whispers, moaning quite loud when he hears and feels you trying to control your gag reflex. 

You take a small break, enthusiastically fisting his cock as you look up at him and provokingly moan, “Am I being good, Sir?”, you question with glossy eyes and soft voice, spit running down the corners of your mouth, “Am I being a good girl?”

“Oh, baby.” Is all Jacob’s able to say in a strained voice, feeling weak at the knees for you, feeling lightheaded and incredibly aroused. “You’re always good to me, my love.” He praised. “So sweet, a real good girl.” He says, the back of his hand sliding down your cheek in a loving gesture.

The idea of ​​making him come, the idea of ​​his cum in your mouth, settles in your mind - like a nail drilled into a wall. 

With a clear goal, once again you slide your head back until only the tip is in your mouth and take the rest of him with your hands, clenching your fingers around the shaft as you adjust your position and begin to move your head and hands in a nearly erratic way. Jacob instantly looks down at you, taken aback by the intensity of your actions. Your eyes, teary but wide open, prettily looking up at him.

His own thoughts betray him. His mind projects images of the past encounters you’ve had, but what makes him lose his sanity is thinking about the first time he had you like this. Recalling such event makes him explode sooner than he would’ve liked. 

Your mouth opens wide as soon as you feel his seed get released right on your tongue- warm, whitish and slightly bitter from the sick amount of caffeine he ingests daily - but your hand keeps fisting his cock - as you want every. drop. to fall on your tongue. 

The intense orgasm sends a ripple of arousal down his spine causing his hips to abruptly thrust against your mouth making you gag. A raspy moan comes from deep within him as he throws his head back, his eyes roll back, jaw slack, breath labored and heart pumping like crazy, chest rising and falling aggressively, his skin coated in a thin layer of sweat.

His collarbones protrude with every breath that he lets out and his face’s contorted in a gorgeous way, perfectly expressing how he’s feeling at the moment - absolutely demolished by the intensity of his orgasm.

As you swallow you notice that a bit of cum is stuck at the tip, you cannot allow such waste so you lick a straight line from the base to the tip, tracing with your tongue the thick, bulging vein on the underside of his length. 

Your fingers close around the head and squeezing tight. Your free hand goes to explore places further down. Jacob chokes on a sob, for a second he feels his soul leave his body as you gently massage and squeeze his balls while suctioning on the sensitive tip of his cock making sure to milk him dry, to clean every trace of his seed off of him.

"Baby… love.” Jacob begs in a raspy, tired tone. 

Finally, you free him from your mouth and hands and stand up, but not before pressing a loud smooch against the head - which makes Jacob laugh sheepishly. 

When you’re back on your feet, knees red and slightly sore and numb, you find him hiding his face with his hands. If duality were a man, it would be Jacob - no doubt. Your heart flutters at the sight and you can’t help but giggle lovingly.

Hearing your giggles, pure happiness, makes Jacob spreads his fingers - creating a gap so he can see you through it, not daring to show you his flushed self. Ears red and cheeks bright pink.