jade !

THE ONLY THING BIGGER THAN A BILLIONAIRE NAMED KANG TAEHYUN IS HIS NET WORTH.

You do not even know how much his entire fortune costs—or him overall—until you two accidentally meet in a bar that he owns. Cause to your dismay, you got stood up by a man whom you intended to use as a free dinner voucher. And, seeing you sitting all prepped and alone, waiting for nothing but a check for the service fee, actually caught his prickling attention.

Or so what he has been saying to you.

The situation could not be listed as one of those unexpected, too-good-to-be-true coincidences. Still, you were too hooked up with his stricken face, straightened-up suit that fit his muscular build, and his branded silver watch, which, from what you have assumed, could at least cover your entire tuition fee.

But when he asked if he could treat you to an expensive meal with crystal champagne included, there was absolutely no room for you to say no. Not when a free dinner was the reason you were there in the first place.

After exchanging contacts with him, you knew that there was no point in stopping, as he was the one who always reached out to you first, making the first dinner, followed by a second, then another, until it turned into a brunch before you went to the university, and until it became his habit to take you out to lunch at work.

Not that he bothers you—Taehyun was actually a warm, opinionated, patient, overall good rich guy package that you could comfortably talk to about different kinds of stuff. Suppose because he is eleven years older than you are, or maybe because he is too knowledgeable from what he has experienced from his chains of businesses, you are not quite sure.

Another thing to consider was that he didn't stop in treating you to meals; it doesn't take awhile before you start to notice the patterns of his unconventional gifts—which he often brushes off whenever you point out that he is wasting good money. Luxurious paper bags began piling up in your cramped shared apartment as he would never let a week pass without spending almost five digits, spoiling you with something beyond your needs.

Still, you are standing with the fact that there must be something behind these overly generous acts that he is not telling you. You know how this works, there is no such thing where the older rich guy provides and provides to a broke-ass university girl without asking for anything after. But he seems to be built differently; no asking for any quick nudes, no check-ins in five-star hotels under his name, and he doesn’t even like it when your skin touches his unless he initiates it.

Even a proper kiss seems to be too intimate when it comes to him. Not that you two already did, but it is what you could picture in your mind.

It left you in that grey area of why he keeps on coming back to you. Everything you could offer to him, he already probably owns. Plus, the relationship you two have totally resides in absolute ambiguity. Having no proper label on what to call him or whatever is happening between you and him. The only thing you are holding onto is the fact that he is the one who kept messaging you, and you are all in for its benefits.

You tried to ask him about whatever this is or what he prefers to be referred to. But the answer you got was what you could say was an abomination for your social life.

Because there is no way you would call a man such as himself your rich mentor. That doesn't work.

With a series of doubtful events, you cannot help but feel a little hostile around the old guy. And, the way your curiosity made you cautious around him didn't go unnoticed, especially now that you start to ignore his calls and texts.

9:45 | my not-so-called sugar daddy

Good morning, doll.

Why are you not picking up my calls?

Answer me.

10:23 | my not-so-called sugar daddy

Hello?

I know you are awake; you have classes at 11:15 AM every Thursday.

I just want to ask you if you are available to grab an early lunch.

17:32 | my not-so-called sugar daddy

Your classes are done at this time.

Why are you still not picking up my calls?

Have I done something to upset you?

6 missed calls from my not-so-called sugar daddy.

With a creased forehead, your fingers began to type a short reply when a high-end deep blue Pagani screeched in front of your school building, almost making your mini skirt fly through the grass field with your hair bunching into your face. Your sockets nearly spilled out the moment the window panelled down, revealing your grumpy, sore-headed rich guy, Taehyun.

His stern eyes darted into your slumped figure, your mouth hanging open as you removed the lost strands from your sight. Then his gaze turned into a glare the moment he saw you clutching your phone.

“So, your phone does work,” He gritted, words fluid into his lips. “Just not for me, I presume?”

Stammering into composing your words, you ended up with a nervous chuckle. Lost in thoughts, your eyes begin to scatter in your surroundings, feeling your nape burn with the confused and amused looks that people are throwing at you—or mostly at the guy in front of you and his million-dollar car.

“Ah—Uhm…” Your eyes went back at him, who was obviously running out of patience with how fast he was tapping the wheel. It wasn't like the Taehyun you thought you knew; he tends to be calm and collected whenever you see each other.

Taehyun’s brow furrowed, sighing audibly before getting out of the vehicle. You quietly stood on the sidewalk, head hanging low, as you could hear some murmuring around you. His calloused hand went to grab yours, his other hand lifting your chin to level his sight. The uneasiness in his face was evident, almost like he was intently shoving away all the softness within him.

“Get in the car.”

Shivers ran through your skin with how thick his voice sounded, stoic round eyes piercing through you that proved he carried enough headache from all the ignoring you did this whole morning alone. You forced your body to nod, timidly following his heavy steps as he opened the door for you.

There was a part of you that felt a little thrilled that you were now getting to know another side of your so-called sugar daddy, but still, you barely knew the guy to begin with. His silences are new to you, and you cannot even grasp that exasperation spilling out of his body language. He was meticulously moving, careful and almost light—so light that you didn't feel his fingers reaching to fasten your seatbelt.

You came back from your thoughts when you heard the seatbelt click, slightly taken aback when you noticed that he was leaning too close—the closest he had ever been in the last couple of weeks. His arms are flexed on your side, busy eyes scanning your face like he was reading you bare.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Taehyun deliberately asked, moving an inch closer so that you could almost share the same air. “Hm?” The subtle hum that came from him made your throat dry, your heart now in a rapid pace as you knew the truth would just piss him off even more. Your reason to ignore him was too absurd in the first place; it is all just you doubting him and his overall approach to you.

Gathering all of your confidence, you found his shoulder to at least maintain a bit of distance, but he didn’t budge, causing you to internally panic. “Just–ahm…” The word began to falter from your lips, a lump forming on your throat at how intense his gaze is.

“Just what?” He pressed, eyes darting down to your trembling lips. A smirk began to form on his lips, his hand resting on the side of your seat began crawling onto your exposed thigh. “I thought we agreed that you can always talk to me about everything, huh?” His tone shifts, fingers begin climbing up to your covered skin that gives shivers on your nerves.

Puzzled at his sudden touchy gestures, you gave his shoulder another unsuccessful push. “What are you doing?” The question blurts out of your mouth, freezing him on the spot. “What do you think I am doing?” The older countered, head tilting to the side.

“I think you are not being yourself.” Your voice was barely heard in your own ears, cheeks heating up when he snickered in return. Taehyun finally moved backwards, relaxing in the driver’s seat. “Why, what would I be if I am being myself?” He asked, hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubbed soft circles.

You turned to face him, momentarily taken aback as he was already staring at you before lowering his gaze to your lips—again. Despite the butterflies swirling in your stomach, you gave him an awkward, cracked smile. “Uhh… You—” A deep breath left you before your palms found your heated face.

“If you are your usual self, then you wouldn’t be touching me.”

The confusion painted on his face was evident, pupils narrowing with his lips hung apart. You waited silently as he processed what you had just said, legs bouncing on your seat in agitation. You expect him to lecture you, or even laugh at the nonsense you are saying, yet he remains quiet. Swiftly combing his hair upward before fastening his own seatbelt.

“Tyun?” You hesitantly called, cold sweat forming in your temple. He glanced at you shortly, giving a crooked grin before looking at the road.

“Did I offend—?”

“Let's have something unusual then.”

“THIRTY-FOURTH FLOOR.”

The elevator's loud ding rang in your ear in an eerie way, almost sure that it was a calm warning of an approaching storm. Your ride with Taehyun was still and calm; neither of you talked for the rest of the ride.

It was the longest 45 minutes of your life, with millions of thoughts coming through you—from him burying you alive to the old guy locking you up in his gold-plated house to dress you up like a sick man you see in the movies.

However, everything that Taehyun does is always far from what you have expected.

He brought you into one of the hotels he owns, where his surname is plastered everywhere you look. Taehyun kindly offered you his palm, a small smile sitting on his lips. “Come with me.” His tone was too soothing for your liking, as it was too soothing for a guy who was overly pissed an hour ago.

“Where are we?” You asked, carefully stepping onto the marbled floor as he led you into the center of the room. You are totally lost for words at what greeted your eyes.

Shining four-layered chandeliers hanging on the tall coffered ceiling, glass-made walls surrounding the place that show the tantalizing skyline of your city, and of course, the exquisite collection from different artists that he shared with you one-by-one on your third date.

“My main penthouse,” He simply replied, before gesturing to you to sit down on his velvet sofa. “You are the first woman I brought here.”

A wave of heat flashed in your cheeks looking up at him, who had his eyes on the view outside. Your brows cannot help but furrow at his words, adding more doubt to your clouded mind. “Not even your mom?” The consistent prying made him chuckle, fingers brushing into your tinted cheeks, “There would be no sense in buying her one if she will pester me here.”

Lips apart in his answer, Taehyun took the chance to run his thumb through your bottom lip, dark eyes baring into yours like a predator. “I know you have something in mind.” He paused, pushing his finger further until it rested on your teeth. “Do I have to get you talking?”

Soft gasps left you, heart pumping fast at his unpredictable actions. “Ahm–” His brow corked at your choked-up reply, pulling out his thumb before spreading the small amount of saliva clinging to his fingertip to your now smudged lips.

“Yeah?” He hummed, smirking at your messed-up state below him, “Do I need to buy you a penthouse too? Just so you could get your mouth to work?”

You swore you had seen his jaw tighten when you failed to answer him. “Haven't I spoiled you enough?” He grilled, swiping his thumb to your cheek. Your lips trembled at his unfamiliar touch, your chest heaving in panic at his glare. “Or did I spoil you too much that you tried to get ahead of me?”

Taehyun's eyes lightened the moment you abruptly shook your head, “It’s not like that,” Your response nearly became a whimper when his arm snaked around your waist, ignoring the lack of distance between your bodies. “I'm just confused,” His shoulder tensed at your answer, confusion-laden wide eyes going all over the place like he was thoroughly dissecting your words.

“Confused about what?” His tone was cautious, leaning further until you could feel the tip of his nose ghosting against yours. Your palms mindlessly went to his shoulders, clutching his sleeves as it got harder for you to breathe.

“About this—Us.” You managed to voice out, mentally pissed off with how helpless you are in his arms. His lips began to trail into your flushed cheek, leaving you stiff under his feathery kisses. Taehyun hummed in response, his palm on your waist slowly creeping into the fabric of your top.

His kisses went down to your jaw, giving you tingling feelings that urged you to give him more access. “Go on,” He mumbled in your skin, earning a soft gasp from you. “Because you never asked me for anything…” Words start to slip out of your mouth, eyes tight shut in an undeniable sensation.

“That so?” He sneered at your reason, leaving damp kisses on your neck. “Is that the reason why you are ignoring me?” A subtle moan came from you when he started to suck your skin, lips glazing into your neck like a forbidden fire that riles up your lower stomach.

“And—” You faltered halfway when you felt his hot tongue gliding into the spot he had been sucking, thighs now clamped shut as your panties started to pool up with your essence. His palm on your back doesn’t do you any better; its warmth burns your skin at the slightest shift.

“And?” Taehyun’s hot breath clouds your slumped brain, tongue swirling into the freshly made hickey he made. “And, you still haven’t—haaah shit…” The older guy smirked within your skin, utterly proud of how you were collapsing beneath him even with his slightest touch.

“I haven’t what?” He teased, his hand travelling into your closed thighs, fingers playing the hem of your skirt. You bit your lower lip as your eyes fluttered open, only to be welcomed by Taehyun peppering your neck up to your chin.

The urge to kiss his plump lips has been bubbling in your mind since the day you first saw him, but tonight, his red lips have become too much to resist. Like it was sweetly tempting you to lean in and have a real taste of him. Taehyun gave your thigh a soft squish, intently amused at how you were looking at him like an uptight virgin who hadn’t kissed anyone.

“You were saying?” His tone was barely condescending, but you could feel the hint of imperiousness in it. “Taehyun…” You could feel how your ears burned in embarrassment with how sultry you sounded, fist clinging to him to help you merely compose yourself.

“Yes, doll? What haven’t I done to you aside from bringing you to bed with me, hm?” Swiftly, you felt him in your ear, nose sniffing your scent like he usually does every time he gives you a kiss on the cheek.

There was a part of you that was quite grateful that he sat you down on his sofa before stimulating you with his feverish actions, as you could sense your knees shaking from how husky he sounded seconds ago.

“You haven’t told me why you kept on treating and spoiling me like this,” You murmured, secretly praying that he wouldn’t take it against you. Taehyun halted his movements, using his one knee to separate your thighs with force. He then planted his knee between your flesh, dangerously close to where you need him most.

“Like what exactly?” His tone is now constricted, giving you an internal conflict with what answer you should give to him. “Like…” You tried to come up with something, but your brain was in no shape to think. Gently cupping your face, he sighed in defeat.

“Is this about you thinking why I kept on spoiling you even if I do not consider you as a sugar baby? Who, from what I know, must act with her body to somewhat pay back my generosity?”

A grimace formed on your face, as you did not expect how petty the situation sounded. And, even though it was embarrassing, you gave him a short nod. Taehyun licked his lips in disbelief, standing properly with his hands on his hips.

“So you are ignoring me because…” He paused for a beat, as if he couldn't believe how your mind works about the situation you are in. “Because you are too deprived of what else I could offer?”

It feels like a punch to the gut to be confronted by your own stupid thoughts, head lowered in such embarrassment. Taehyun knelt down, levelling himself to your figure. A finger lifted your chin, lips in a small pout as you faced him.

“Do you really want me to show you how I would treat a sugar baby?”

His voice was stern, almost like he had been restraining himself from lashing out at you. Excitement bubbles into your chest. This is what you have been waiting for—a new side of him, another part of his personality that you want to indulge yourself into. And despite the lingering danger of uncertainty, you gave him a short nod.

WITH YOUR THIGHS WRAPPED IN HIS NECK, YOU COULD BARELY FEEL YOUR LIMBS IN THE LAST THIRTY MINUTES. After giving him your answer, he didn’t waste his time and carried you on his shoulder to pin you to the nearest glass wall. From there, the only thing you could remember is the rough sound of your clothes ripping out and his strong, muscular arms wrapping around your neck while his cock drills on you from behind.

The city lights become blurred patterns of lines and shapes when Taehyun has you under his control, chest pressed into your exposed back as his hips ram into the curve of your ass in a pace you cannot keep up with. Your clammy palms are slipping off the glass wall while your brain tries to answer every nasty question he throws at you, half of it even worrying about the fact that somebody might know how ruined you are with his thick cock shoved into your tight walls.

And all of that scandalous shit happened just thirty minutes ago.

Now, you are lying down on the same sofa, naked from top to bottom, with your rich old guy dicking you straight to the heap of your stomach. After noticing how much you were trembling after cumming not so long ago, Taehyun actually tossed you around until you landed onto the cushions.

You are all sore and sensitive from your high, but he seems to be too consumed by lust to even take a break from thrusting his rock-hard cock into your hole. The view you had was beyond what you had imagined. Taehyun looks absolutely majestic with his toned upper body going rigid and sweaty at his every move above. His one hand was supporting your feeble legs, with the other busy caressing your mounds that were violently jiggling.

“Fu–Fuck… Too—haaah…” Throat too dry from moaning and wailing out his name, your voice was almost scratched, even inaudible as the lewd sound of your skin slapping envelopes the room. He scoffed in response, his palm crawling into your abdomen to put pressure on the bulge, carving into your stomach.

He was intently deep, his cock reaching further into your walls that you could feel your insides getting untangled at his every thrust.

“Too much?” He breathes, grinning at the sight of your back arching in pleasure when he presses into your stomach harder. The oversensitivity that was surging through your nerves has turned your body numb, mind hyperfixating on the delicious drag of his veiny cock and how it is actively pulsating deep into your gummy walls.

“Please… Oh, God!” You haven’t got the chance to take a breather when he suddenly slammed his whole length through your pussy, lips parted in shock as the luscious feeling got mixed with pain.

“What do you beg for?” Taehyun grunts, jaw locked as if he were thoroughly focused on fucking you raw until you go feral. “For me to stop or for me to wreck this needy hole of yours, hm?”

He began to pick up the pace again, low growls leaving him while palming the bulge evident in your belly. “You feel me that deep?” He asked, overly breathless, with his grip on your flesh growing harsher. Answering with a frantic nod, the smirk on his face went wider.

“As you should, you desperate whore.”

Your mind was convulsing at his every word and action, stuffed cunt pouring out sticky globs of mixtures of your cum and his. The way the furniture squeaks at his every pound has also caught your ears, adding another pang of sensation to your aching core.

From how he maneuvers his way to your body, you could easily tell that Taehyun was beyond experienced in bed. Your cunt has never felt this overused before, and it hasn't been an hour since he started using your body as his prized possession to fuck.

“Is this what you want, doll?” He grilled, licking his lips before angling his hips in a certain way he knew would drive you delirious. A loud, abrupt squeal came from your throat, eyes fluttering open in shock as you felt him hit a perfectly good spot to settle his heavy cock in.

“Being used as a fucktoy? Being treated as a fucking cheap girl, huh?” Your walls clenched at the way he cursed at you—not only because it was intensely hot coming from his mouth, but also because it was the first time you ever heard him cuss in front of you.

And how lucky you are to hear it while he was fucking you with all of his might.

Drool starts foaming into the corners of your mouth before you can even form an answer, your grip on the sofa's plush velvet fabric going firmer. A snarky chuckle came from him as your pussy started to snug him tighter, languid pleas trailing in your quivering lips as you felt yourself being pushed into another level of heaven.

“Yeees–W‐Wait… Need to–Tyun!” There is no doubt that he had fucked many girls before you; he knows very well how to perfectly place his cock inside a pussy. His thick girth doesn't fail his performance either, nearly feeling his tip blocking your airway from how far he had reached your walls. It was no mystery why there was another searing wave of sensation building into your abdomen, not when his cock had your body under strict control.

“Gonna cum on my cock again, darling?” The older teased, fingers crawling into your slick-coated slit. Shivers run through your veins, unable to keep yourself focused on his cock drilling into you when he kept on sliding his finger into your sensitive clit.

Your pupils trembled when he suddenly leaned in, halting his movements before pulling out his tongue to slide it over your jaw. “You cannot have yourself demanding something like this if you cannot keep up with me.” He roughly whispered into your ears, pulling out halfway only to harshly pound himself into your pussy without having any care if you break into a million pieces.

His hand playing with your clit went to cup your cheeks—so rough that you could feel his nails piercing into your skin. “This is why I didn't ask you for anything.” Taehyun's voice was dark and chilling, enough to make tears form in the corners of your eyes. The organized, calm guy you knew has completely turned into a ruthless, brutal demon-like fucker.

The way his eyes sparkled when your tears began to fall altered your mushy brain, ragged breaths leaving your lungs when he started moving his hips again.

“Because I knew you were too weak and naive for what I am capable of.”

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“you look dangerous tonight, huh?” he says with a soft grin, eyes lingering just a second too long on your legs before driving off.

the billiard hall is cozy and dimly lit, the kind of place with low music and dark wood tables. jay reserved a private room because he wanted it to feel special. he’s dressed in a black button-up with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, hair styled perfectly, looking way too good for a casual date. you knew this would be a problem the moment you saw him.

he starts teaching you right away, all sweet and patient, as always.

“okay, baby, feet like this,” he murmurs, standing behind you as he adjusts your stance. his chest brushes your back lightly while he guides your arm. “keep your elbow straight… good girl.”

you try to focus on the balls scattered across the green felt, but all you can think about is how warm he feels, how his cologne wraps around you, how the veins in his forearms flex when he demonstrates a shot. he looks unfairly hot leaning over the table, focused expression, sharp jawline, that tiny smirk when he sinks a ball.

your first few attempts are terrible. and you miss on purpose just so he’ll come behind you again.

you start dropping hints then.

when he explains how to bridge your hand, you lean back into him, letting your ass press against his hips for a second longer than necessary. jay clears his throat but keeps talking. “yeah, like that. now aim for the center…”

you brush your fingers along his waist when you take the cue from him. you “accidentally” arch your back more than needed when he corrects your posture again, rubbing against him subtly. each time he just chuckles softly and adjusts you gently, completely focused on teaching.

“you’re getting better already, babe,” he says proudly after you finally pocket a ball. he has no idea you’re dripping wet under your dress and it’s driving you insane.

after almost an hour of this torture — jay looking like a whole meal while being adorably oblivious — you’re beyond frustrated. your thighs press together as you watch him line up another perfect shot, tongue poking the inside of his cheek in concentration.

“i’ll be right back,” you murmur, voice a little breathless. “bathroom.”

he nods, smiling. “take your time, baby. i’ll set up the next round.”

in the bathroom you lock yourself in a stall, heart racing. you slip your panties off, the lace already soaked, and tuck them into your small bag. the dress is short enough that you feel exposed, cool air hitting your bare pussy as you walk back out. you text him quickly.

you: can you come here for a sec? i need help with something 

he appears a minute later, looking concerned. “everything okay?”

you grab his wrist and pull him inside the single-occupancy bathroom, locking the door behind him with a soft click. the moment the lock turns, you push him against the wall and kiss him hard.

jay makes a surprised sound against your mouth but melts into it instantly, hands finding your waist. you kiss him like you’ve been starving for him all night — messy, desperate, tongue sliding against his. your fingers work on the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one.

he pulls back slightly, breathing hard, eyes wide. “baby, what—”

you shove your panties into his front pocket, the lace hanging out obviously. his gaze drops to them and realization finally hits. his cheeks flush dark.

“all those little touches… the way you kept rubbing against me…” he groans, voice dropping low. “those weren’t accidents, were they?”

you shake your head, biting your lip. “you looked too good. i couldn’t focus. i’ve been wet for hours, jay.”

he curses under his breath, eyes darkening. the sweet, focused teacher from earlier vanishes. in his place is the jay who knows exactly what you need.

“fuck, you’re so impatient,” he teases, spinning you around so your front presses against the sink counter. he flips the dress up over your ass, groaning at the sight of you bare. “no panties… you really planned this, didn't you?”

his hand slides between your thighs, fingers gliding through your soaked folds. “so wet for me already. my poor baby has been suffering this whole time.”

you moan softly, pushing back against his fingers. he circles your clit slowly, then pushes two fingers inside you without warning, curling them perfectly. the wet sounds echo in the small bathroom.

“quiet, pretty,” he whispers against your ear, free hand covering your mouth gently. “don’t want anyone hearing how desperate you are for my cock.”

he fingers you expertly, thumb on your clit, until your legs are shaking. you come hard around his fingers, biting his palm to stay quiet. he kisses your neck through it, murmuring praises.

“good girl… that’s it.”

before you can catch your breath, you hear his belt buckle. he frees himself, hard and leaking, and rubs the tip against your entrance.

“you want this?” he asks, teasing. “want me to fuck you right here where anyone could walk by?”

“yes— please, jay,” you whimper.

he pushes in slowly, stretching you open. both of you groan at the feeling. he bottoms out and stays there for a second, letting you adjust, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

“so tight… always so perfect for me.”

then he starts moving — deep, steady thrusts that quickly turn rough. the sound of skin slapping fills the bathroom. he grips your hips hard, pulling you back onto his cock with every stroke.

“been teasing me all night with this pretty ass,” he growls, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast through the dress. “rubbing on me like you weren’t dying for it. you're so fucking naughty.”

you moan louder and he reaches around to rub your clit again, pace never slowing down. the mirror shows everything — your flushed face, his dark eyes watching you, shirt half open, muscles flexing as he fucks you.

“gonna come again?” he asks, voice husky. “i want you to come on my cock, baby.”

you do — hard, clenching around him, vision blurring. jay follows right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low groan of your name. he keeps thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper, until you’re both trembling.

for a moment you just stay like that, connected, breathing heavily. he kisses your shoulder softly, the sweetness returning.

“are you okay?” he whispers, gently pulling out. he helps clean you up with some tissues, careful and caring again.

you nod, smiling shyly now that the heat has passed. “more than okay. i needed that.”

he buttons his shirt but leaves your panties in his pocket with a smirk. “these are mine now. you’re gonna walk around the rest of the date like this so i can think about my cum dripping down your thighs.”

your face burns but you love it.

jay pulls you into a slow, deep kiss before unlocking the door. he checks the hallway first, then leads you out with a hand on your lower back like the perfect gentleman.

back at the pool table he acts completely normal — teaching you again, praising your shots, stealing soft kisses when you sink a ball. but every now and then his hand slides a little too high on your thigh under the table, and you catch him glancing at the bulge of your panties still in his pocket.

the date ends hours later with him driving you home, one hand between your legs the whole way, teasing you lazily while whispering all the things he’s going to do when you get inside.

“next time we play pool,” he says with a wicked little smile, “i’m not gonna be so oblivious.”

you laugh and lean over to kiss his cheek, already excited for whatever comes next.

© jongst4r, 2026

You and Taehyun had been friends for years. You met at your college’s enrolling day, and had been stuck together like glue ever since.

You both bonded over your big dreams, both of you aiming to be world-renowned lawyers. The two of you managed to make it into the college, and even got placed in the same class. You’d both helped each other through the course and ended up passing with flying colours, and subsequently became much, much closer. In the 3 years that you had known each other, he had become your best friend in the whole world. It was rare that you had a friend as good as him, as you’d had awful luck in the past.

When you were 19, your childhood best friend had slept with the man you swore was the love of your life. At 20, your high school best friend had moved from your town to some Scandinavian country you couldn’t remember the name of, and so on. After a certain point, you’d just stopped trying to form lasting bonds with people. Taehyun, however, didn’t seem to be going anywhere. His dream was to work at a law firm that was in the city you both lived in, so you thought that it could be worthwhile to make a friend.

You were very right.

The two of you were working together, now in your late 20s, and everyone in the office knew you as that one inseparable duo. You would always help each other if a case wasn’t looking good, you’d get drinks after work, you’d go on trips together. But you were just friends, right?

You’d never been attracted to Taehyun - college had been so busy that you didn't have a moment to stop and think about romance with anyone, let alone your best friend. The same went for your jobs. The second you got your degrees, you’d both started applying to all the best law firms, and you luckily both got into the company you’d been striving for since the start.

However, now that you were getting into the flow of things, managing your time a little better than before, you’d started to look at him in a different light.

It started when you two had been out for coffee, and the cafe worker had asked what his girlfriend would like. He had never been the type to make service workers feel bad about themselves, so he just brushed it off and asked what you wanted.

While he was waiting for your drinks by the counter, you looked at him. Really looked at him, this time. You’d always known he was an attractive guy, but you’d never considered how you’d look together.

From your booth, you started picturing yourself with him. Your hand in his, your head on his shoulder, his soft lips pecking your cheek before work…

Less than 5 minutes into realising he was the prettiest man you had ever seen, and you were already planning your future with him. You were snapped out of it by Taehyun setting your drink in front of you. You must have flinched, because he laughed at you - obviously light heartedly.

“Damn, didn’t take you for someone that’s scared of a latte.”

“Sorry, I zoned out for a sec. Thanks for the drink…”

He set down two white packets next to your drink.

“Two sugars, right?”

You could have sworn that your heart melted. The last time he bought coffee for the two of you was months ago, but he still remembered.

“Yeah, thanks.”

You flashed him a smile, desperately trying to look as if you hadn’t just realised that you’d fallen head over heels for him.

You spent the rest of your break chatting, enjoying your coffees and laughing over stupid cases you had been given. You were completely gone for the man by the time you were back in his car and heading back to work. His laugh, his voice, the way he would effortlessly blow his hair out of his face… You felt as though you were about to start physically drooling at the sight of him.

Over the following few weeks, you had started actively trying to get his attention. Leaving one or two extra shirt buttons undone, laughing a little harder at his jokes, and the most desperate of all, learning magic tricks to try to impress him.

It was a random Friday morning, and you came in proudly holding a deck of cards. Sitting at your desk - luckily, attached to his - you fanned out the cards and held them out to him.

“Tae! Pick a card. Any card.”

“Good morning to you too.”

He leaned over, and picked a card. When you withdrew your arm, you ‘accidentally’ knocked over your pot of pens.

“Ah, shoot… My bad.”

When he leaned down to help you clean up (in his usual gentlemanly fashion), you managed to get a glimpse of his card.

After all of the stationary was returned to the pot, you look to be deep in thought.

“Hmm… You have the… 7 of hearts!!”

He looked amusedly shocked.

“Woah, how’d you get it??”

“A true magician never reveals her secrets, Mr Kang. You should know this.”

To anyone else, the way he was staring at you was unbelievably blatant. The man was head over heels, obviously madly in love with you. He had been for a long time, but he didn’t want to mess up what the two of you had. When you went to speak to a client, one of his other office friends - Kai - wheeled his chair over and rested his chin on Taehyun’s desk.

“Oh god, what do you want, Hyuka.”

“Ask. Her. Out.”

“Are you crazy?? What if she ends up hating me?”

“Bro, she wants you so bad. She’s literally fighting for your attention. That was a shit magic trick, and she knew it. She just wanted your approval.”

“Kai, I really-”

“Do it or I’ll tell her.”

As if on queue, you walked back over to your desk. Kai gave Taehyun one last encouraging look, before rolling back to his own desk.

“Why was he loitering over here?”

“Oh, nothing, he just… needed help on a case. Complicated divorce…”

When you sat back down, he couldn’t help but notice how your skirt slightly rolled up, how your shirt revealed a little too much when you leaned down to pull in your chair… God, his thoughts were out of control. Kai was right, he needed to ask you out before you gave up on him.

“Hey, wanna grab drinks together tonight?”

“Sure!”

Kai was genuinely ready to explode. The tension had been killing him for months, and he wasn’t even directly involved. It felt like such a victory to see his pining best friend finally work up the courage to ask out the girl he was infatuated with.

That night, the two of you ended up in a club - a different one than usual. Taehyun had suggested it, and obviously offered to cover the tab.

You stood by the bar - you both loved listening in on people’s drama and talking about it on the way back to your respective homes. While you were ordering the first round of drinks, his eyes were fixed on you. He was mesmerised by the way your hair fell in such a perfect way. Not messy, but it showed you were much more relaxed than you were at work.

When you brought the drinks over, he steeled his face to the best of his ability. He took the soju you had set in front of him, pouring himself a shot.

“Want one?”

“Why not! I’ve done well this week, I deserve to celebrate.”

“Yeah, you do. I’m really proud of you, that case was insane. I can’t believe you managed to get him off.”

His fingers were tugging at a loose thread in his shirt. He was trying to work up the courage to finally do it, to ask you out. He swallowed the lump forming in his throat, took another shot of soju, and was about to just go for it, when a man walked up to you.

“Hey, doll. Can I buy you a drink? Pretty thing like you deserves to have her drinks paid for.”

You looked at him kindly, no hostility in your voice whatsoever.

“No, but thank you for the offer!”

“Why not?”

“Um… I’m sorry? I just-”

“Fucking bitch… You try to be nice, and what do you get in return?? Ungateful whores who show off their ass, then don’t wanna be hit on.”

You were terrified. You’d stopped fully listening to what he was saying, more afraid than anything else. He just wouldn’t stop talking, going off about how women were so entitled, that they were the reason for the “male loneliness epidemic”, and that they’re all useless sluts…

Until Taehyun stood up. He was a decent height - 5’10” - though he was still shorter than the other man. However, his arms were huge. Despite the other man’s skinnier, clearly weaker build, he kept pressing.

“She’s clearly not interested. Move on.”

Despite the other man’s skinnier, clearly weaker build, he kept pressing, obviously looking for a fight.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, hm?”

“I’m not trying to start anything. Just leave her alone.”

“Are you her boyfriend??”

He looked at you, seeing if he had your approval to lie, hoping it would get him off of your back. You shot him a subtle, quick nod, just wanting to get rid of the pain in your ass.

“Yeah. I am. Now leave her be.”

“She could do way better than a guy like you. Bet your little shrimp dick can’t even-“

Before he could finish talking, Taehyun passed you your jacket, and shoved the bill for your drinks into his chest, and called out to the bartender.

“Hey! This kind gentleman has offered to pay our tab.”

With that, he turned around and led you out of the bar, a certain air of confidence lingering around him.

When you got outside, he let out a breath he had been holding for a while.

“What the fuck… You okay? He didn’t put his hands on you, did he? I didn’t notice him touching you, but if he did, I swear to god I’ll-“

You smiled gently. He was so cute, especially when he was checking up on you.

“Tae, I’m fine. Okay?”

“Are you sure??”

You nodded, completely unaware of anything else going on in the world. He was so worried about you, it was adorable…

“Uh, is there something on my face?”

Shit.

“Um, no, I just… It’s nothing.”

His heart rate spiked. The moonlight was hitting your face so perfectly; you looked absolutely unreal. He knew Kai would kill him if he didn’t say anything now…

“You’re really pretty…”

Even under the dim lighting of the moon, he could tell that you’d gone bright red.

“Thanks… You too…”

There were a few moments of silence. Not awkward per-say, but absolutely filled with tension.

“I… You wanna come to my place? I have popcorn… We could have a movie night? As an apology for bringing you to a bar with a creepy, misogynistic incel that should have been included in that manosphere documentary…”

“I’d love to come over. And shut up, it was not your fault. You had no way of knowing, and you handled it for me. You’re the best, okay? Don’t blame yourself. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You ended up calling an uber - which he offered to pay for, of course - back to his place. It was only a 5 minute drive, but he insisted that you didn’t walk because you were wearing heels. God, how was he able to make you fall in love with him over and over again?

He even carried your bag for you. He was absolutely perfect. The walk up to his house was one of very comfortable silence, neither of you wanting to break the blissful quiet of the night. When you stepped into his house, you were overwhelmed by the scent of him. You’d been over once or twice before, and you’d always loved the way it smelled. His house smelled clean, but not in a chemical-ly way, but instead of cedar wood and a slight hint of fruits, and it was intoxicating. It was so distinctly him, and you thought you’d never get enough of it.

“Make yourself at home. You want me to grab anything?”

“Um, could you take my bag? If you don’t mind, I mean-“

Before you could finish your spiral, he was already sliding your bag off of your shoulder and taking it to his side room. You couldn’t stop the small smile that crept onto your face at the action. You knew it was the smallest act, but it meant so much that he had thought to help with something you could very much do yourself.

He returned as you were taking off your heels, trying to hide his nerves. Kai had convinced him. He was going to confess to you tonight, and he didn’t care how it went. It was such a weight on his shoulders, and - if Kai was right, and you did feel the same - it could go very well.

The two of you headed to the living room, and Taehyun offered you a seat on his couch.

“Do you want a drink? I have some wine somewhere… Or just water, whatever you want.”

“Mmh, wine sounds good…”

He immediately headed into the kitchen, and you could hear him rummaging around, looking for the wine. Within a few minutes, he returned with two glasses and an unopened bottle.

“You have a movie in mind?”

“Not particularly… Something light, though. Maybe a romcom?”

You ended up settling on Love Reset - a movie you’d watched more times than you could count, and you weren’t ashamed to admit it was partially to do with the extremely attractive male lead. Taehyun went to fetch the popcorn, while you poured yourself a glass of the wine and settled into his couch. You wrapped yourself in a blanket, waiting for him to come back and start the film.

When he walked in from the kitchen, he was looking down at the popcorn.

“Hey, I don’t know which flavour you like, but I’ve got sweet, salted, sweet and sal-“

He froze in his tracks at the sight of you. You looked so cozy, so adorable…

“Tae? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just…”

He attempted to disguise his trailed off sentence with a cough, but his reaction was too obvious.

“No, something’s up. Pleaseeee, Terry?”

A deep breath, picking at the skin around his fingers. He was so close to just chickening out, but then he looked up at you, and his breath hitched. This wasn’t an opportunity he could skip over. You looked absolutely stunning, you looked like you were truly concerned for him, and prepared to listen to whatever he had to say. He dropped the popcorn onto the table, before sitting a few feet away from you on his sofa.

“Fuck… I can’t keep doing this. You’re so pretty, you’re sweet, funny, absolutely gorgeous… I like you. Like, like you. I have, ever since college, but you seemed so focused and I didn’t wanna ruin it for you, but now I feel like I’ve waited too long, but I can’t keep this up. It’s such a weight on my shoulders, and I understand if you hate me now, but Kai would kill me if-“

Your eyes were wide, your heart was racing, your face was flushing.

“Hate you??? No way… I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for weeks!!”

“I- Huh??”

You ended up telling him about that day in the cafe, how you quickly fell head over heels for him.

“Damn… So you like me because of coffee?”

“Well no, but- wait, technically?? It’s more of a chain of events…”

He couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face.

“I actually can’t believe you feel the same… I thought Kai was being delusional when he was saying you like me

back.”

“I didn’t know you liked me either… It was hell.”

You shifted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as his arm moved to hold you closer.

The two of you sat through the rest of the movie, extremely comfortable in each other’s presence. His hand was resting on your hip, his thumb occasionally tracing small circles over your clothes, while your head was tucked under his chin. Every so often, he would lean down and press a soft kiss to your hair, and it made your stomach flutter every time.

As the credits of the movie began rolling, he tilted your chin up so you were looking at him.

“Enjoy the film?”

Your pulse spiked. Your heart was racing, your face was flushing, and your eyes widened.

“Yeah, I… It’s a great film…”

“So, are we… Together now? Officially?”

“Well… I don’t know. Are we?”

His breath was ghosting over your lips.

“Do you want us to be?”

You nodded quickly. Truthfully, you’d never wanted anything more.

“So, can I kiss you?”

Time froze. The only thing in the world was the two of you, his beautiful, round eyes staring at you as if you were the only girl in the world. You must have hesitated for too long, because you were dragged back to reality by the soft call of your name.

“Hey, you okay? You don’t have to say yes, I’m sorry if I rushed you…”

“No, no, I just… didn’t expect it. I do want this… Please?”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes… I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

The mild panic completely dropped from his voice.

“That’s my girl.”

You could have honestly melted at his words. Yeah, you were his girl. Nobody else’s.

He leaned in a little closer, giving you enough time to pull away. When you held your ground and let your eyes flutter closed, he smiled slightly, before pressing his lips to yours.

It was slow, gentle, and overwhelmingly blissful. His lips were soft, and they interlocked with yours in such a perfect way, it felt like you were made for each other.

After a few moments, he broke the kiss, his hand sliding up to your face, pushing some hair out of the way.

“You okay, princess?”

“Never better…”

“Not too much for you?”

“God, no… Kiss me again?”

He let out a breathy laugh, gently pecking your nose.

“Okay, pretty girl…”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why? It’s fitting, is it not?”

You avoided his gaze, your cheeks flushing pink.

“Because it’s gonna kill me…”

“Oh, you like it?”

He did it again. He tilted your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his gaze. The smile that decorated his face was teasing, but beautiful nonetheless. Instead of kissing you on the mouth, he kissed your cheek, then your forehead, nose, eyebrows, then pulled away, trying to hide his smile.

“There you go.”

You were pouting slightly, disappointed in his lack of a proper kiss.

“What’s the matter, princess? Expecting something else?”

“I… Can I have a proper kiss…?”

He put on a fake frown, acting as if he was upset.

“Are you saying they weren’t proper kisses?”

“No, I mean- I’m not complaining, just…”

“I’m kidding, love.”

He smiled softly, before kissing you again. It caught you off guard, so you froze for a moment, before melting into the kiss. A soft laugh left through his nose, and his hand made its way to your waist.

The kiss deepened, and the smile faded from his lips as he tugged you into his lap. A small noise escaped your throat, and it only made him cling onto you tighter.

You heard him mumble something between heated kisses - something to do with you being “so cute”. In response, you could only let out a small whine. You were shocked at the feeling of his hips jerking slightly - a very clearly involuntary movement.

You decided to test his restraint and, in an unexpected burst of courage, shifted your hips so you were grinding down on him ever so slightly.

“Fuck… Stop that, I wanted to move slowly with you, but you’re making that so unbelievably hard…”

You giggled quietly, your immature humour shining through, even in such a heated moment.

“Not the only thing that’s hard…”

“Shut up!! Oh my god, can you take nothing seriously?”

He was laughing too, and that’s what made you realise that yeah, you want to spend the rest of your life with this man. You were about to express that - you damn near said you loved him - until he picked you up, his surprisingly strong arms wrapping around your thighs.

“Tae!! What are you doing?? Put me down!”

He giggled, only tightening his grip on you.

“Damn, you don’t wanna go to my room?”

“Wait, no, I do- You’re forgiven. Go on.”

“Oh, I needed your forgiveness? I’m sure I can find a way to make it up to you…”

Your face flushed again, and you kept your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

“Your ears have gone red. Are you blushing? Cute..”

You quickly reached his bedroom, and he kicked the door closed behind you before gently setting you down on his bed.

“You’re sure you want this? Obviously we can stop if you change your mind, just… our relationship will never be the same…”

“Yeah… Yeah, I want this, so bad…”

“Okay, baby…”

He pressed one last soft kiss to your forehead, before capturing your lips again. This one was far more passionate than those you shared on the couch, his arms holding himself up above you. The moment was intimate, intense, full of the burning affection you held for each other.

One of his hands slid down to the bottom of your shirt, before slipping beneath the fabric and up to the skin of your waist, trailing up to the wire of your bra. He hesitated slightly, giving you time to reject his advances, before cupping his hand over your chest. The feeling made you groan into his mouth, only making him continue even more intensely.

His lips disconnected from yours, and he started kissing down your neck, his hands withdrawing from beneath the fabric of your shirt to start unbuttoning it instead.

“God, Tae… I thought you were a virgin- you seemed like you’d be inexperienced…“

He laughed softly.

“Should I be insulted?”

“No, I just- You’ve never mentioned any other girls…”

“It was only occasional hookups… Stress relief with girls from dating apps when you were all I could think about. The only one I’ve ever wanted is you.”

Your heart absolutely melted in your chest at his words. The knowledge that he’d been loyal to you before you even knew you liked him made this even sweeter, and you somehow felt even more affection for him.

His hands finished unbuttoning your shirt and he pushed it off of your shoulders, leaving it laying beneath you.

“You’ve been such a tease… Unbuttoning your shirt more around me, rolling up your skirt, changing the way you style your hair.”

“You noticed…?”

“Of course I noticed. I notice every little detail about you. You changed your shampoo a few weeks ago, right?”

“Yeah, I did…”

“I happen to pay a lot of attention to the girl I lo- uh, like.”

Your heart jumped into your throat. He was about to call you the “girl he loved”, and for some reason, your self confidence skyrocketed, and you were sure that you were really in love with him, not just a stupid, fleeting fantasy.

“What were you going to say??”

His face flushed and he avoided eye contact.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. Slip of the tongue…”

“No, no… You were going to say something…”

“It doesn’t matter, really-“

“Please?”

Damm, he really couldn’t resist the look on your face. Wide, pleading eyes, practically begging him to tell you… And you certainly didn’t seem like you were gonna get scared away.

“I, uhh… I love you. I’ve loved you… Long before today.”

“I love you too, Tae.”

He smiled. The biggest, dorkiest smile ever.

“You do? Really??”

“Yeah, of course I do.”

He couldn’t contain himself anymore. He excitedly pulled you into a kiss, arms wrapping around your waist and truly expressing all of the repressed emotions he’d held for you over the past few years.

During the kiss, he ended up rolling the two of you over so your body was on his, laughing when your hair fell into his face. This new position allowed him to fully discard your shirt, leaving you in just your bra, skirt and underwear, with his hands freely resting on your waist.

“God, I actually can’t believe this is happening… You’re so beautiful, princess.”

You smiled, sat in his lap and started to unbutton his shirt.

“I’ve dreamed about this… So many times, you don’t understand… You’re so pretty, baby… Most perfect girl…”

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, then his nose, then his lips.

“Says you. I actually think you’re the most perfect girl, Tae.”

He let out a quiet laugh at your teasing, before pinching your waist playfully, eliciting a squeal from your throat.

“Not fair!!”

He smiled again, holding you close to his chest, enjoying the vibration of your voice as you spoke up once more, now quieter and more nervous.

“So, we’re doing this?”

“Yeah… We’re doing this.”

He kissed you again, this time allowing it to get more heated. His tongue traced over your lips before you parted them, allowing it to intertwine with yours.

He progressively rolled the two of you over, so smoothly that you barely noticed that he was on top of you.

A gasp slipped from your throat as you felt his thigh pressing against the throbbing sensation between your legs, applying a teasing amount of pleasure. Not enough to give you the relief you were so desperate for, but enough to make sure you really wanted this.

When he noticed your reaction, he smiled slightly, knowing he was doing something right.

“Feel good, love?”

“Yes… Please, I need more…”

He folded immediately. He shifted his thigh away, instead kissing down your chest, down your abdomen, and ending at your waistband. He settled himself between your legs, looking up at you as he hooked his fingers under your waistband.

“May I?”

His words felt like a joke. All of this buildup, and he still had the audacity to ask if you were ready??? It felt like he was trying to mess with you, even though his intentions were definitely a lot more sincere.

“Yes, fuck, I’m begging, please hurry up-”

He breathed out a soft laugh, pressing one final kiss to your thigh before beginning to pull down your skirt.

“Good answer..”

When your skirt hit the floor, his eyes were glued to your figure. You’d never felt particularly confident in your own body, but under his stare? You felt like nothing short of a goddess being worshipped. His eyes roamed from the ankles that your skirt just fell from, up to your thighs, to your stomach, to your chest, and of course, in your eyes.

“You’re so beautiful… Fuck, you’re actually gorgeous.”

You were going to disagree - not because you didn’t believe him, but because you wanted to piss him off - but you were entranced by the way he was looking at you. His hands slowly traced down your sides, not caring one bit that you weren’t as skinny as some picture-perfect model. No, in his eyes, you were so much prettier.

He left a second trail of kisses down your body, before hooking your legs over his shoulders. He kept looking up at you, gauging your reaction as he pressed his lips against your clothed core.

A jolt ran up your spine at the feeling, and your fingers instinctively clung to the bedsheets.

“Christ, you’re soaked already… Are you a virgin??”

“No, I’ve had sex!”

He raised his eyebrow at you, and you broke immediately.

“…Once. I was… extremely drunk. A week or so after I met you… Went to a bar by myself, woke up in a guy’s bed.”

“Yeah, well, best believe I’m gonna treat you a billion times better than that asshole.”

“I know…”

You smiled down at him, and he smiled back, before sliding his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear, slipping them down your thighs and dropping them to the floor.

Once they were discarded, he couldn’t help himself. He gave a slow, teasing lick up your slit, resulting in your hips involuntarily bucking up into his face.

“Hah, didn’t know I was that good.”

He looked up into your eyes, maintaining steady eye contact as he finally dropped his head down, beginning to fuck into you with his tongue.

The way his tongue moved against you was nothing less than euphoric. He was dipping his tongue into your folds, then occasionally coming up to circle your clit. Within a minute or so, your hands were frantically grabbing at the sheets, hips moving against his face.

“Oh fuck- Tae- ‘ts so good… don’t stop~”

Not wanting to disappoint you, he didn’t stop. In fact, he doubled down, moaning into you as his arms wrapped around your thighs, pulling you even closer. It seemed like he somehow wanted this even more than you did.

Your legs began to quiver, and your hands shot to his hair to attempt to stabilise yourself, pulling a beautiful whine from his mouth.

You tugged on his hair a little harder, which only made him move faster, desperately trying to help you to your release.

“Holy f- I’m so close-“

As he pushed you over the edge, you covered your mouth with your hand, trying to be as quiet as possible. You felt his hand snake up to your arm, tugging it away and inside intertwining his fingers with yours, giving an affirming squeeze, never stopping the movements of his mouth.

You let out a string of increasingly high pitched moans and whimpers as he continued his actions, now feeling overwhelmed with the pleasure to the point it was almost painful.

“Ah-!! Too much, stop-“

The second that last word left your mouth, he withdrew immediately.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I got too- I’m sorry.”

Your chest was rising and falling, exhausted.

“N-no, it’s fine…”

“Are you sure? If I went too far-“

“Tae, it was amazing. Stop worrying…”

He smiled slightly, pressing a kiss to your thigh before crawling up to kiss your cheek.

“Whatever you say, ma’am.”

After a few minutes of him letting you come down from your high, you noticed him starting to become more desperate again. His hands were on your waist, holding tightly, starting to kiss your neck. Your back arched under his touch and you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him know you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

The second he took the hint, he reached for his belt.

“Can I? Please…?”

“Don’t be stupid- Yes, please-”

He didn’t hesitate. His belt was undone in seconds, and his trousers were pushed down below his hips, releasing his flushed, leaking cock. He let out a quiet groan as the cold air made contact with his newly exposed skin, before immediately turning his attention back to you.

He leaned over you to reach into his bedside drawer and pull out a condom, which he quickly tore open and slid onto himself.

“You ready, sweetheart?”

He barely managed to get his words out before you nodded frantically.

“Yes, god, Tae- Hurry up-”

His hands found your hips as he aligned himself with your entrance. The two of you moaned in unison as he began to push into you, his grip on you tightening, and your hands flying to grab the slats of the headboard behind you.

“Oh fuck… Baby, you feel so good… You still- ah- sensitive from earlier?”

You couldn’t respond, only nod.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’ll be gentle, okay? I’ll take care of you…”

His caring words somehow turned you on even more. You always assumed you’d be into rougher, more degrading sex, but you were getting butterflies from the way he was treating you, and you somehow knew that you’d never feel this good again unless you were receiving this princess treatment.

Taehyun almost whined as he bottomed out inside of you.

“Ah, fuck- How’s that feel, princess? You okay?”

He leaned down, kissing your cheek softly.

“Y-yeah… I’m great…”

“Can I start moving yet, love?”

“Just… One minute?”

“That’s fine… Take as long as you need.”

Taehyun’s cock wasn’t particularly huge, but it was definitely a lot to handle. If you had to guess, it was a decent 6-7 inches, and it was thick. Not too much to take, but enough to leave you aching and ridiculously empty the next day.

After a short while, you finally nod.

“Okay… I think I’m ready…”

He kissed you softly once more, before looking into your eyes. God, his eyes were so pretty. Big, round, beautiful boba eyes. Eyes that still looked at you with adoration rather than pure lust. Eyes that proved just how much he loved you.

He withdrew from you slowly, leaving only the tip, before thrusting back into you, over and over again. He quickly set a steady pace, fast enough to bring both of you pleasure, but slow enough to make sure he took his time with you.

He began pressing kisses to the legs you had draped over his shoulders, whining every so often.

“Ah~ you feel so good, I can’t believe- holy shit, you’re perfect… I love you, I love you so much- Ah-“

You were lost for words. The feeling of him fucking you as if his life depended on it had you in complete bliss. All you could do was moan, so much pleasure that your eyes flickered closed.

“Hey, hey, look at me… Wanna see your- fuck~ pretty eyes…”

The second you looked back at him, you immediately regretted ever closing your eyes. He looked like a literal angel. His hair was sticking to his forehead, a sheen of sweat coating his shoulders and chest - which was rapidly rising and falling. His expression was torn between extremely hot and extremely pathetic, and you fucking loved it.

His slightly parted lips were letting out a string of beautiful sounds, a symphony of moans, whimpers and whines.

“T-thank you~ Fuck, you’re so good… My good girl, yeah…?”

You nodded immediately, eager for more praise.

“Y-yeah… Shit~ Don’t stop, Tae~”

He let out a breathy laugh, his hands moving to caress your waist, then up to your chest. He was absolutely worshipping your body. His touches were so soft, as if he’d never seen or felt anything more beautiful than the woman laid before him.

“So pretty… S-Shit…”

He gently shrugged your legs off of his shoulders and leaned down, burying his face in your neck as his hips began to stutter.

“Holy shit- I’m gonna- Fuck-!!”

A few frantic thrusts later, Taehyun was buried inside of you, spilling into the condom. The sounds coming from him were beautiful. He was whimpering and whining like a wounded animal, and the desperation in his moans sent you over the edge. You clenched around him, hitting your own high, digging your nails into his shoulders to keep at least some of your sanity.

A few minutes later, he’s still buried deep inside of you, panting, regaining some of his strength. He began pressing kisses to your neck, before managing to gather himself enough to pull out of you.

His knees were shaking from the aftershocks of the pleasure, but he still managed to discard the condom, head to the bathroom and return with a warm, damp cloth.

He gently wiped down the sweat from your forehead and chest, before folding it over and wiping down the slick that had coated your thighs. He tossed the cloth to the floor - along with his discarded clothes from earlier - before crawling back into bed with you, tugging the sheets over you both.

You felt his lips pressing against your hair as he pulled you closer.

“Goodnight, love… Sleep well.”

The morning sun spilled into your tiny shared apartment, painting the sheets of your bed in a warm, golden glow.

It was a modest place; the living room was mostly taken up by a plush, oversized couch you’d spent weeks saving up for, and the shelves were cluttered with records, books, and little trinkets you’d collected together over the years.

It was small, but it was yours.

And today was the very first morning it belonged to a married couple.

The journey to get to this quiet morning felt monumental. You thought of the years of shared meals, the nights spent poring over budgets, and the weekend shifts Heeseung worked without complaint.

You remembered the day he’d nervously led you into a vintage jewelry shop and, with trembling fingers and glossy eyes, pointed out the unique ring that now sat snugly on your left hand.

The sacrifices weren't burdens; they were investments in this: your shared life, this tiny space that was your sanctuary.

And the wedding. It was perfect. Just thirty people in a small, wildflower garden. Thirty witnesses of love; you two surrounded only by a handful of your closest friends and family.

There was no grand, flashy banquet or stressful, overwhelming schedule; just dim warm lights, a playlist your now-husband had spent months curating, and endless laughter.

Heeseung hadn't even made it through the first sentence of his vows before his voice cracked.

You’d all laughed through tears as he promised not just to love you, but to learn to cook the things you liked, and to always let you win the first round of Mario Kart.

And when you two had finally stumbled back into your apartment late last night, the air had shifted. The exhaustion of the day melted away the second Heeseung pulled you against the closed front door, his hands eager and worshipful as he unzipped your reception dress.

His lips tracing a trail of soft, lingering kisses down your neck and shoulders, whispering how beautiful you looked until clothes were discarded and promises were sealed in the quiet dark of their room.

You had both drifted off into the most peaceful, tangled sleep, skin-to-skin under the heavy blankets.

Now, the smell of leftover wedding cake still faintly lingered in the air, and your skin still tingle-warmed with the memory of his touch.

Heeseung was already at the sink when you stumbled into the bathroom, wearing one of his shirts, your eyes still half-closed and your hair a wild, tangled mess.

But he didn’t look much better; his dark hair was sticking up in every direction, and he was wearing a faded pair of sweatpants hung low on his hips.

You both looked like a mess, but a beautiful, shared kind of mess.

As you leaned against the doorframe, he caught your eye in the mirror. A slow, sleepy smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the toothbrush still in his mouth making his cheek puff out slightly. It made your chest ache.

He reached for your toothbrush, squeezed a perfect dollop of toothpaste onto it, and handed it to you.

"Morning," he mumbled around the foam, his voice extra deep, raspy, and thick with sleep.

You took it, stepping up right next to him, and he instinctively leaned into your side, as you both began to brush your teeth in sync.

The bathroom was just like the rest of the apartment; cozy and small. It made you force your shoulders and hips to brush together, but neither of you minded.

Looking at your reflection, you couldn't help but smile. Mismatched pajamas, sleepy eyes, and foamy mouths. A small red mark starting to bloom on your collarbone that made Heeseung’s cheeks flush.

It was so completely unglamorous compared to the neat suit and beautiful dress from yesterday, but this was the exact reason you loved him.

Your relationship had never been about grand, cinematic gestures; it was built on these quiet, comfortable spaces.

It was the years of saving together, the shared dreams, and the way he always held your hand a little tighter whenever you walked through a crowd.

Heeseung suddenly pointed a finger at your reflection: you had a little speck of toothpaste right on the tip of your nose.

He let out a soft, bubbly laugh, spitting and rinsing quickly so he could lean over. He took a damp towel, gently cupping your jaw with one hand, and carefully wiped the tip of your nose.

His eyes lingered on yours, incredibly warm and soft, still carrying a hint of the intensity from the night before.

"Look at that," he whispered, his eyes dropping to your hand resting on the edge of the sink, where the clean wedding band and beautiful ring gleamed under the bathroom light.

He lifted his own hand, placing it right next to yours so both rings matched. "We actually did it. Just us now.”

You rinsed your mouth, and a breathless smile formed on your face as you wrapped your arms around his neck, getting on your tiptoes. His arms found their way on your low back. "We’re officially roommates for life."

Heeseung smiled, with that beautiful, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He leaned down to press a soft, minty, lingering kiss to your lips, pulling you against his chest.

"Best decision I ever made," he murmured against your skin, resting his chin on top of your head, completely in love to just watch your reflections in the mirror of the bathroom from your perfect little home.

And you know reality is waiting just outside the door.

In a week, the blissful bubble of these first few days will gently shift, and you’ll both return to the rhythm of the world.

Heeseung will go back to the studio, diving back into his work as a producer, coming home late with headphones around his neck and a tired but brilliant spark in his eyes because he finally finished a track.

You’ll go back to your own job, your desk now holding a small, framed photo from the wildflower garden, with your new last name in your employee badge.

There will be grocery shopping on Sunday afternoons, arguing playfully over who has to do the dishes, and packing small containers of leftovers for each other's lunches.

There will be long weekend drives to go visit family, sitting around the dining table while Heeseung proudly holds your hand above the tablecloth, completely woven into the fabric of your life.

Years from now, this tiny apartment will probably grow too small for the love you’re building.

There will be anniversaries celebrated with fancy dinners, and others celebrated on your couch with a box of cheap pizza and a shared look that says, I’d still choose you every single time.

And maybe, eventually, the heavy quiet of your mornings will be replaced by the chaotic, beautiful sound of small footsteps.

You can already picture the man who stays up late in his studio becoming a father, whose softly humms those same melodies to soothe a crying baby in the middle of the night; holding a miniature human with the exact same trembling, worshipful reverence he used when sliding the vintage ring onto your finger yesterday.

None of it has happened yet, and you are still standing right here, in the quiet of a random Tuesday morning, wrapped in his arms. But as you look at your intertwined reflections in the glass, seeing his wedding band catching the morning light, a profound wave of certainty washes over you.

You can see your entire future written in the gentle slope of his shoulders, in the warmth of his chest pressed against yours, and in the steady but calming beat of his heart.

And as you bury your face into his chest, feeling a kiss on the top of your head, you realize that the blessing wasn't just marrying the love of your life.

The real blessing was every single ordinary, messy, but beautiful domestic day that came after.

In hindsight, leaving your phone unlocked in that den of boundless wolves was a terrible idea, especially with what you left open and forgotten in your search tab in your late night delirium of morbid curiosity. 

But the popcorn was running low and everyone else was too hung up on their pointless argument of the day, so could you really blame it on them when you walk back out to the living room to see them hovered over Intak who had taken your phone to fact check the hot actress’s name?

Yes, but it’s no less mortifying. 

They stare at the screen, jaws agape, some faces (Keeho, Taeyang) beyond amused and some faces (Jiung, Jongseob) beyond red. 

And you have a hankering for exactly what they’re looking at. 

“What,” you start, slow and sharp. “The fuck,” their eyes snap up to you in unison, wide and glittering. “Are you doing?”

It’s silent. 

Until,

“I don’t know, noona,” Intak starts with a wide beam on his face, the apples of his cheeks tinged pink. “Why are you searching up how to give a blowjob?”

The popcorn bowl in your hand clatters to the kitchen counter as you immediately make way to lunge at him. 

But a body intercepts you, catching you around the waist and spinning you away from Intak’s shrieking self. 

“Shota, let me at him!” You yelp, thrashing in his grasp. “Give me back my phone!”

There’s commotion behind you as you continue to struggle in Shota’s iron grip, voices overhauling each other to fight for the phone. 

“Wait, there’s another tab!” You hear Keeho yell, sounding positively overjoyed. “How to please your man in six—”

“Stop!” You cry, thrashing even harder. Your body burns, your head feels dizzy, and you feel like you might actually throw up from embarrassment. 

Shota, sensing your distress, has the decency to let you go. 

You immediately bolt to where Keeho’s sitting on the floor beside Intak, snatching the phone from his grasp before he can even react. 

He jumps back when you do, startled by your speed. “Wait, I wanna see—“

“You,” you snap, ignoring him completely to glare at Intak. You’re seething, breathing heavy, and looking surely vaguely deranged. “Do you have no manners? What makes you think you can just take people's phones?!”

Intak gapes at you, jaw working around empty words as he struggles to defend himself. “I-I just wanted to search up if that was really her—“

“You idiot, I don’t care if—“ You immediately cut yourself when you see his eyes start to glimmer with tears, blinking in an attempt to push them back with no avail. “Okay, that’s not fair, you can’t just cry your way out of every problem.”

He grins then, expression switching in a split second. “Can I kiss my way out of it then?”

Your sputter, Jongseob cutting in before you can. “Please,” he scoffs, roughly shoving Intak’s arm. “Like you haven’t been doing enough kissing.”

Your cheeks flush, mind flitting back to all those mornings that Intak had made you burn your eggs while he kept you distracted with his head between your thighs. It was a lot more than kissing…

“Not enough with how you and Shota are always hogging her,” Intak immediately retorts, shoving him back. 

Memories of morning indulgences fade into late nights in Shota’s chair with Jongseob on the line over a forgotten game, and more late nights in Jongseob’s lap to “keep him warm” while he finishes a round or two. 

“You three are equally terrible,” Keeho cuts in while Shota snickers in the back, then adds under his breath, “Selfish brats.”

He’s not wrong. With how often the younger three steal you away, you rarely get more than a few indulgent kisses with Keeho. 

“We’re getting off topic,” Taeyang, ever the mediator, pipes in. He’s still smirking from where he’s sat on the couch behind Intak, watching you with slitted, mischievous little eyes. “Care to explain?”

Your defenses crawl up your skin, as they always do whenever Taeyang is in the picture. As far as intimacies go since that night two weeks ago, you haven’t shared much with him save for some teasing touches and lingering looks that make you wonder just why he hasn’t initiated anything more like the others. 

Well, like the others except Jiung, the only one who seems to be actively avoiding you. Your eyes glance at him without your permission. He’s tucked himself away to the farthest corner of the big couch, his gaze stuck down to where he picks at his nail. 

You ignore the sting in your chest—whatever, you’re not that greedy.

“If you must know,” you relent with a huff, turning your narrowed eyes back to Taeyang. The only way to fight his can’t-be-damned demeanour is with one of your own. “I just wanted to learn how to repay you guys.”

“Repay?” Shota asks with a blink and a tilt of his head from where he stands.

You shrug your shoulders, dropping onto the bean bag across from where the others are loosely huddled. “You guys have been… giving a lot,” you say for lack of better wording. “And I don’t want to just take and not give forever.”

The grin that grows on Keeho’s lips is smug and a little fond. “Aw, but I like taking care of my princess,” he teases with just a hint of condescension. “You know we like taking care of you.”

The admission is honest. And it makes something warm pool in your belly that’s not just arousal. 

“I know,” you mumble, shuffling to sit up straighter. “But my point still stands. I want to be able to make you guys cum too.”

There’s a pause that settles as they take in your admission, so earnest, leaving you squirming a little in your chair. You think you hear a hitched breath here or there. 

“Yeah?” Intak breathes out eventually, eyes wide and eager as he watches you. “Show us what you learned then,” he says, ever so eager. “From your research.”

Your eyes snap wide open as you peer around the room, keeping your gaze away from the corner. “Here? Now?”

“Is there a better time?” Taeyang asks. He’s leaned back on his elbows, head tilted slightly so that his hair is wisped over his face in a stupidly attractive way. 

You almost glare at him. “I suppose not…”

“Don’t be nervous,” Keeho coos, then starts giggling at his own joke before he even voices it. “Even if we’re not easy it's not like you have to worry about making Jiung cum.”

Your stomach lurches when Jiung’s head snaps up to look at Keeho (and thankfully not you). “What happened last time wasn’t my fault!”

“Oh, then whose was it?”

“It was T—“ He stops himself, seeming to think better as his ears turn pink. He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Doesn’t matter. I didn’t get a proper chance last time.”

“Well, have you tried to redeem yourself yet?” Keeho asks with a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning over Taeyang’s lap to poke at Jiung. 

Jiung pushes himself farther away while swatting at his hand, refusing to look anyone in the eye. “I—That’s not—“

Taeyang snickers, watching Jiung with an equally amused grin. “Embarrassed?” 

They’re scary together, Keeho and Taeyang. You wonder just how much they would push Jiung, how much they have in the past. 

Jiung’s face turns fire red, and it makes you giggle. 

His eyes snap to you, and you purse your lips together, quickly averting your gaze. 

You can see him narrow his eyes at you from your peripheral. “I don’t think you should be laughing,” he says sharply, and it draws your gaze back to him, lips parting in shock. 

“Excuse me?”

There’s a shift in his gaze. You hate to admit how his gaze makes your skin prickle, like being simply acknowledged by him is what your body’s been craving. Gone is the fidgety, nervous mess that Jiung is whenever he would get near you after that fateful night. Before you is the Jiung who’d commanded you with just his voice, the one who’d made you nearly cum on just the sound alone. 

“How about you try it? You wanna make us cum?” He asks, and something about the way his eyes sharpen, the way his voice lowers, it makes you inclined to obey his every word. “Don’t cum without making us finish first. We’ll see who’s laughing then.”

It lights something in your chest, something hot and vengeful. You meet his narrowed eyes with your own. Jiung’s known to be stubborn but you’re no better, especially in the face of a challenge. 

“Does everything have to be a game with you people?” You scoff, though you’re already tracing him over, willing yourself to recall every one of his weak spots. 

Jiung notices, and places the pillow in his lap aside, like he’s giving you free reign to try. It makes you want to claw at him. 

“Didn’t you have a good time last time?” He asks with a raised brow. He shifts to sit closer to the edge of the couch, parting his legs almost in invitation. “Come on. Show us what you learned from your research.”

The way he says ‘research’ with a hint of condescension to his voice makes your head burn with the need to shut him the fuck up. It also makes the space between your legs burn, but you don’t concern yourself with that. 

Six pairs of eyes watch you as you rise to your feet and make your way to Jiung. It almost feels like that night, with you all exposed and vulnerable for the taking, except entirely different because now it’s not just one on one, or three on one. 

You barely survived the last time, and if this leads to anything like that… you can’t imagine how you’ll survive this time. Especially now that you can’t come.

You drop to your knees in the space between his legs, your eyes locked onto his heated ones. They’re dark, almost entirely swallowed by his pupils as he watches you. 

No one says a word as they watch you watch each other. Almost like they’re waiting in bated breath, unsure of who might lash out first. 

“And if I win?” You ask, resting your hands on his knees, a light touch that makes his legs give a minuscule twitch. “What do I get?”

He huffs out a tiny laugh, short and breathy as he reaches to card his hand through your hair, pushing the tresses back and nudging you closer with his hand on the back of your head. “As if you don’t have enough?” He clicks his tongue. “I didn’t take you for being greedy.”

But you don’t give to his push, your lips pulling up when his brows pinch together at your disobedience. “And I didn’t take you for being a pussy.” 

He scowls at you, but you cut in before he can retort. 

“It’s only fair.” You slide your hands slowly up the expanse of his thighs, his muscles tensing under the heat of your palms. You preen internally, at how you have him under the control of your touch this time. Is this what gives Taeyang his giant ego? “Reward and punishment, isn’t it?”

“She’s got a point,” says the devil, Taeyang, himself. He’s not too far now, moved closer to Jiung on the couch. 

Jiung works his jaw, his fingers gripping down and digging into your skull. “We can make you cum however you want. Your pick.” 

The prospect makes you smile. “I can work with that.”

“Good. Now are you gonna shut up and—“ He cuts off with a hiss, head tilting back when you cup your hand over the strained tent in his lap and firmly knead down. 

It’s a nice feeling under your palm, not entirely unfamiliar as Intak had guided your hand clumsily over himself during one of your quick chases for relief, but it’s never been anything exploratory. 

You shift your hand, finding the thick length of his shaft, and slowly drag a tight hand along it over the fabric of his pants. 

Jiung grits back a choked groan, his hips bucking up to chase the touch. 

“So sensitive,” you coo without thought, but you don’t get to savor it before he’s shoving your hand off of him and reaching for his waistband. 

“Don’t stall,” he says, pushing down his sweats and his boxers down to his thighs. You’re reunited with the sight of his cock, half hard as he takes it into his hand and gives it a firm tug. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, at the pearly drops gathered at his flushed tip. “C’mon.” He puts his hand on the back of your head again, urging you forward. “Show me what you learned.”

You could fight back. Or you could just make him weep. 

So you give under his pull this time, bracing your hands in his thighs once more, and rise up on your knees to take him into your mouth. 

Your lips wrap snug around his tip, the musky taste of him bursting on your tongue at the first swipe along his slit.

You hum at the unfamiliar taste, following your instinct to give it a suck to taste more of him on your tongue. 

Jiung’s fingers tighten in your hair, digging down to push you. 

You give under the push, sinking down to take more of his length. The intrusion is foreign and makes your throat clench when his tip brushes the back of your mouth, but the details from the article you’d read just last night flit back to you. 

You breathe in deep through your nose and let your muscles relax around him, and only then do you push to take just a bit more. 

It’s too much. Your throat clenches around him uncomfortably and you pull off immediately, coughing into your arm. 

Keeho somehow appears on your left (he must have moved at some point from Taeyang’s side) and reaches to brush your hair back. 

“She’s so eager,” he teases, almost obligatory, because then he’s wrapping a gentle hand under your jaw and guiding you back to Jiung’s cock. “Don’t take too much too quick.”

“We shouldn’t be allowed to help,” you hear Taeyang mumble. 

You flush under the careful watch, wrapping your hand around Jiung’s base as Keeho guides you to take Jiung back in your mouth regardless of what Taeyang says. 

“You’re just a bitch Tae,” Keeho says distantly, too focused on the way your lips stretch around Jiung, who’s already starting to look a little too affected so early on. “She went through all that trouble of learning, best we can do is guide her through it. Isn’t it, princess?” He hums, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the apple of your heated cheek. He revels in the little whimper you let out, his own cock stirring in his jeans as he lets his hand join Jiung’s to push you down a little further. “You’re gonna take all our cocks aren’t you?” He whispers in your ear, chuckling at the choked sound you give. “Gonna make us all cum like our good little whore?”

He wants to push you more, but he gets yanked back by Jiung’s hand on the back of his collar. 

“Stop interrupting her,” he snaps, shooting him a nasty side glare before turning back to watch you as you slide up to suckle at his tip. 

Keeho rolls his eyes but relents, settling to palm himself through his jeans. He can be patient. For now.

But all of that noise goes over your head, because you’re too caught up in the heady taste of Jiung on your tongue. 

His hand stays a steady presence in your hair, not quite pushing anymore, but there to remind you that he will if he needs to. 

But he doesn’t need to, not when you start a steady pace of sinking down to take half his length then slip up and work the gummy head with your tongue while your hand works whatever you can’t fit in your mouth.

It’s clumsy at first, exploring and learning, but your movements become sharper by the second. The sounds are lewd, wet and filthy, mingling among the heavy breaths here and there not just from you. 

You glance up to see Jiung’s blown eyes steadfast on you, his cheeks flushed, his brows pinched and lips slightly bitten. He’s breathing heavily, a sure sign that you’re doing something right. 

The sight of him shoots electric heat right to your core, where you can feel yourself dampening by the second. Your thighs are pressed together to quell some of that helpless desire, but it’s not enough. Whatever, it’s not like you can do much about that anyway—you’re not sure you can handle one of Taeyang’s punishments if he deems you worthy of one for failing Jiung’s challenge. 

The state that Jiung was left in that night… you don’t think you’d survive.

You look up at him again. He’s got his head tilted back, lips parted as he pants. Your clit gives a pathetic throb—what you’d do to get him in that state yourself. Maybe you really are starting to understand Taeyang. 

Taeyang, who’s sitting at your right and palming himself through his sweats. He notices that you’re peering up through your lashes, of course he does, and gives you a lazy, smug little smile. 

But you don’t pay it any mind, your eyes locking onto the thick bulge straining the fabric. 

Your mouth slows down on Jiung, opting to stay and suckle at the tip as if you’re almost entranced by the sight of Taeyang’s hand wrapped over himself, pulsing down to relieve himself. Your hand gives an involuntary twitch. 

Jiung’s hips buck up, his tip poking up into the side of your cheek and nearly grazing against your teeth.

“Come on,” he whispers under his breath impatiently, and it spurs you back. 

You hollow your cheeks, sucking tightly around his cock as you slide down and up, and Jiung lets out a satisfied groan over you. 

“There you go,” he sighs, nails gently grazing into your scalp. “Good…”

It makes you whimper around him, the sound making him buck up into your mouth again. You can’t really tell if he’s getting close just yet, but you know you’re winding him up to it. Maybe you just need to double your efforts. 

But you can’t, because Taeyang takes the hand you have holding onto Jiung’s knee and places it right over his own erection. 

Your hand twitches at the sudden feel of him, your mouth faltering again, eyes snapping to the side to watch as Taeyang kneads your hand down with the guide of his own hand splayed over yours. 

He’s hot under your hand even through the fabric, thick and pulsing and impossibly hard. You’d nearly forgotten just how big he is. 

Without thinking, you reach up to his waistband and tug down. 

Taeyang smirks, lifting his hips to shuck his sweats and boxers down, letting himself spring free as he settles to sit closer, almost flush against Jiung’s side.  

Jiung doesn’t protest, can’t really when you eagerly grasp Taeyang in your hand. He can’t be that greedy when he’s given you such a long task. And he doesn’t quite hate the pained hiss Taeyang lets out when you drag your fist up his cock, the touch too dry to be pleasurable. 

But Jiung does hate it when you move off of him to reach over and take Taeyang’s cock into your mouth. He also hates that his dick twitches at the sight of your lips stretched around the thick girth as you struggle to take him in and slick him up with your tongue. 

Taeyang’s hand twitches at his side but before he can get his grubby hands on you, Jiung pulls you off of him with his hand back in your hair and not so gently pulls you back to himself. Fuck not being greedy, he is. For you he is, and he’s been watching the others have their fill of you for the past few weeks while all he did was watch from a distance and wallow at his own pathetic self. 

“Jesus,” Taeyang scoffs at his side, but Jiung can’t bring himself to care as he feeds you his cock again, sighing at the warmth of your mouth engulfing him. “Didn’t take you for a pusher, Jiungie.”

Jiung scowls at the nickname, gripping down on your hair when you sink further, enough to have him hitting the back of your throat with each bob of your head. He shudders at the sensitivity. 

“Tired of not getting what I want,” he muttered passively, blinking back the haze that’s starting to cloud his vision. 

Taeyang lets out a pleased groan, and Jiung glances over to see that you’re working him with your fist at the same pace you’re working your mouth. 

He watches as Taeyang’s face twitches each time you pass over your tip, twisting your hand around it with each upstroke. Whatever article you’d read on that must have been good. Or you’re just a natural. 

Whatever it is, Jiung feels a twisted sense of pleasure fester in his chest at Taeyang being so affected by so little. 

“Sensitive?” Jiung asks, not bothering to mask the condescension dripping from his tone. 

Taeyang opens his fluttering eyes and laughs breathily, looking down at where Jiung is starting to subconsciously buck his hips up to meet your mouth. 

“Don’t worry about me,” Taeyang says, brows pinching and teeth gritting when your hand starts to pick up the pace. “Close?”

Jiung doesn’t know what it is that sets off that competitive fire in him, but he thinks that somehow, cumming first would mean losing to Taeyang. And he can’t allow that to happen. Again.

“Not even,” he lies, willing that heat in his gut to loosen. But it’s there and it’s insistent with each swirl of your tongue over his cock, with each little suckle you give his tip every time you drag up. 

“Good. Me neither,” Taeyang says, and Jiung knows it’s a lie too. 

But you don’t notice, far too busy with the cock in your mouth and the other one in your hand. It’s difficult to coordinate with just them, but it becomes infinitely more so when someone settles behind you, lifts your hips, and starts grinding their hard-on against your clothed cunt. 

You moan at the sharp pleasure that bursts through your body. The groan behind you lets you know it’s Intak, and you’re not surprised in the least. 

You are, though, a little miffed when he starts a steady pace rutting into you, distracting you with the heady heat that climbs through your body with his dick slotted right between your aching folds. 

You lose track of both Jiung and Taeyang, your body honed in on the pressure that your body’s been craving for so long. 

And it makes Taeyang impatient, because he reaches over to dig his hand in your hair and starts to guide your head on Jiung with unabashed force. 

Your confused hum gets lost on Jiung as he moans, his hips starting to twitch and tremble under you. 

Another hand wraps around yours on Taeyang’s cock, bigger and rougher than Taeyang’s, and starts to guide your hand at a quicker pace, but with the mess of everything you can’t really care. 

So you shut your eyes and focus, trying to ignore as Intak ruts against you, and hone your efforts. 

It’s enough damage to Taeyang, who knows he’s probably fighting a losing battle because with your hand and Jiung’s hand working his cock, he knows he’s bound to not last. 

And when Jiung sets his mind to something, he’s usually not one to back down (save for some of his more… vulnerable moments). 

But he tries anyway, pushing your head down in Jiung’s lap and forcing you to take him down to the hilt. He only feels a little bad as you gag and sputter around it, but he’s not too guilty when Jiung lets out a choked moan and bows up off the couch. 

But he’s annoying, and he doesn’t cum yet, just spurs his hand over yours to move quicker on Taeyang. 

“You’re a fucking cheat,” Jiung gasps, pushing Taeyang’s hand off to give you some reprieve as you pant and recover. But you don’t waste time, taking Jiung right back down your throat. 

Taeyang’s retort dies on his tongue when Jiung guides your hand to give short, quick strokes at his sensitive tip. He curses as he pulses under the grip, digging his hand into the cushion. 

“You’re just bitter you lost,” he says anyway through his choked grunts. 

His body writhes under the sensation, gasping when your hand twists around the head of his cock before tightly sinking down. His hips start to buck up with a mind of their own, his eyes rolling back when your hand starts those tight, mind numbing strokes along his tip again. 

“You’re a… fuck…” he tries to speaking, but you’re fucking the words out of his head when you move your hand even quicker. “You’re just a s-sore fucking los-er—nngh!” 

Taeyang’s body tenses up off the couch, his head thrown back as he gasps for breath, holding on to the last thread of his control. 

But it snaps when Jiung leans in, whispering into Taeyang’s ear, breath fanning hot against his already heated skin. “Yeah? Then why are you about to cum?”

Taeyang cums with a ragged yell, spurting hot, thick ropes over your rapid hand. Jiung watches his body writhe through his orgasm—and something about the way he moans and whimpers, the way he trembles and twitches under your hand, the way his plush lips part for air, it does Jiung in. 

He curses, grabs your jaw and slides his cock back into your mouth (you’d popped off to focus on milking Taeyang for all he’s worth), and starts to ruthlessly fuck his cock up into your open, pliant mouth. 

He gasps as his orgasm builds, crashing over as he starts to shove his cock deep into your throat uncaring for the way your gag around him. And he seats himself in deep, grinding up into your face as he spills down your throat with a guttural groan, his entire body trembling through the overwhelming crash. 

You start to push at him eventually, and he lets go amidst his daze, his body going liquid into the cushions as you cough his release back over him. 

You’re pretty sure you’re seeing stars, your head spinning and mind reeling all at once. It’s only the insistent pressure of Intak still needily rutting against you that tethers you to reality. 

You don’t really get to recover, because Intak’s arms wind around you from behind and pull you to his chest, seating you on his lap over his needy arousal. 

His breath is hot and damp against your ear. “Can I eat you out?”

You nearly laugh through your daze at just how addicted he is to living with his head between your thighs. But that’s not what tonight is for. 

“No,” you say, reaching back to scratch affectionately into his hair with a pointed grind down on his cock that has him grunting.

You press your lips lazily to his cheek, Jiung’s cum smearing over his skin, but he doesn’t seem to mind it at all as he turns to you and licks it off your lip before kissing you half heartedly, his mind too caught up in grinding against you. 

“Gonna take care of you tonight,” you mumble into the kiss, lifting off of him. 

He lets out a little whine when you disconnect, only settling when he sees you just stripping yourself of your layers. You hear him hastily pull his own clothes too before pulling you in and slotting cock against your ass. 

You gasp as he starts rocking you down, panting into your ear. “Don’t care, just wanna fuck you,” he whines. 

You click your tongue, moving to raise off of him but his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you right back down. 

“Please, noona, just sit on my cock,” he pleads. 

You feel him against the swell of your ass, hard and pulsing with need, practically begging you to.

“You better listen.” 

Keeho’s voice pulls your attention to him as he raises from where he was sitting, his dick sitting long and pretty in his hand as he works it. 

You watch as he closes in on you, stopping to stand right in front of you. He strokes himself slowly as he peers down at you with lust ridden eyes, his tongue flicking out to wet his bottom lip. 

“If he gets impatient enough he’ll just take what he wants,” he says, voice deep and gravelly. He taps the head of his cock against your lip, smearing the wetness, but something tells you not to do anything without his direct command. “But you’re no stranger to that.”

“No,” you say, letting your breath brush over him. You fight a smile when you see him twitch in his hand. “Have you been watching us, Kyo?”

His smug expression falters for just a second before it livens back into a nearly wicked grin. “Maybe I have,” he says calmly, then hooks the head of his cock against the corner of your lips and pulls, popping out before he digs back in just to push against your teeth. 

You still don’t open. 

His brows twitch, a flicker of irritation that makes you smile. 

But not for long; because then Intak bristles under you, seeming to have had enough. He just wraps one arm around you and hoists you up, his other hand guiding his cock against your sopping cunt. 

You gasp at the blunt pressure, at the sheer size of him as he messily seeks out your hole. You’ve never actually taken him before, only seen him once, and you’re quickly reminded of his size, just shy of Taeyang’s. 

“W-Wait,” you try to say, but Intak ignores you completely. You gasp when he hooks against your entrance and pushes at the same time he pulls you down. 

The stretch as he pierces into you is devastating. Your mouth falls open in a loud cry, your walls clamping down and protesting at the sudden intrusion. 

And Keeho takes the opportunity to bully his cock into your mouth, sheathing himself in to the hilt and making you gag. 

It’s all encompassing, the feeling of being full from everywhere. Your head gets dizzier the longer Keeho keeps himself buried down your throat, cutting off all your oxygen as he keeps you pressed to his naval with a rough hand in your hair. Intak ruts himself even deeper and holds there, panting and whining at the tightness around his needy cock. 

You think you might pass out. 

But then Keeho pulls out completely, squeezing down at his base to stave off his quickly rising orgasm. The look on your face almost did him in, cross eyed and empty headed, purely blissed out. 

You cough, gasping for air as you try to recover, but Keeho doesn’t feel like being too nice tonight. 

“Open,” he says, and his dick jumps at how quickly you let your mouth fall open at his command. 

He grins, stroking his fingers gently in your hair as he holds you in place. “Good bunny,” he whispers, then starts to fuck himself into your warm, pliant mouth. 

You take it so well, humming softly around him with each stroke, gagging just a little each time he brushes against the back of your throat. The pace is languid, merciful for now.

Your eyes flutter closed, lost at the taste of him, at the feeling. But Intak looks like he’s about to burst into tears under you. 

He has to tap your cheek to gain your attention again, and when you blink your hazy eyes open, he places his hand under your jaw to lift you a little. 

“Come on, don’t forget about Takki.” 

Realization flits through the daze in your eyes, and you follow his pull to rise to your knees, bracing your hands against his sturdy thighs, nails digging into the rough denim. 

Slowly, you rise, and Keeho watches as Intak’s eyes roll back, as his body slumps back onto the seat of the couch behind him. 

And when you sink back down, slow and like it takes you a great deal of effort to impale yourself on his cock again, Keeho’s pretty sure Intak is gone. 

He just laughs at the sight, biting back a comment about how pathetic you both look, and lets you set the pace and adjust to his size. 

Soon enough you’re bouncing on his cock with ease, moaning around Keeho like a wanton whore as you chase the burning pleasure which each slam of your hips down on his. Your mission remains a weary thing in the recesses of your mind—you can’t cum without making them cum first. 

But it’s becoming more and more difficult by the second to heed to it, because with Intak filling you up, the ridges of his cock stroking every inch of your gummy walls so nicely, all your body wants to do is fuck until you can’t anymore. 

And you nearly get lost in that feeling, nearly let yourself chase that release. 

Until Keeho grips down on your hair and starts to pound his cock into your mouth, uncaring for the way it makes you gag each time he breaches your throat. 

“Fuck,” he hisses above you, his gut coiling at the sight of tears brimming your eyes. But you don’t protest, dutifully taking it as he ruins your throat while you keep fucking yourself down on Intak, though you get clumsier by the second. 

Intak is just a mess—moaning and writhing about how noona feels so good, gonna make him cum—he won’t even bother with that. 

Keeho’s too focused on you fucking yourself dumb, letting yourself be used like this. 

“You’re a fucking cockslut,” he laughs, voice breathy and ragged through his moans. He tightens his grasp on your jaw, digging his thumb into your cheek to feel himself through the barrier. “Bet you’re close from this, aren’t you?”

You nod on him, whining when he stops to rub his tip down on your tongue. 

“Yeah? You get off on being used like a cocksleeve?”

Your body gives a quick jerk, like the words were a physical thing threatening to pull your orgasm out of you. It makes his cock pulse dangerously against your tongue. 

He grits his teeth, cursing before he starts slamming back into your throat, his pace unforgiving. “Just made for this,” he gasps, the coil in his gut tightening each time you gag on him. You’ve stopping moving on Intak, and Intak starts whining under you, trying to fuck him self up and jerking your body with the movements, but Keeho doesn’t care. 

He continues to selfishly chase his orgasm, uncaring for the way you’re convulsing around him. You keep taking it, not pushing, not pulling, just taking. 

And it ruins Keeho. He pulls out completely with a pained grunt, fisting himself frantically to completion, holding you in place by the jaw as you gasp and cough and squirm. Thick ropes of his cum spurt out as he finishes with a low grunt, painting your face in pearly white streaks. 

Your mouth opens subconsciously, trying to catch his release, and Keeho groans, his cock giving another pathetic little kick at the sight. He indulges you, pushing his tip down on your tongue to smear the rest of his release before pulling back. 

You hum at the taste, your body nearly giving out, until Intak, who’s had just about enough, lifts you up and pushes you down onto all fours. 

You yelp, scrambling to catch yourself on your hands but Intak pushes you down with a hand between your shoulderblades, arching your ass up to meet his hips where he still remains buried inside you. 

“Sorry, noona,” he heaves. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Then he starts to piston into you with no restraint, punching your breaths effectively out of your lungs with each slam of his hips. It hurts with how rough he is, but it burns so good that he rapidly drives not only himself to his orgasm, but yours too. 

Alarms blare in your head, and you scramble to push him back but it’s a useless attempt. 

“T-Tak, no, ‘m gonna—“

He doesn’t care, holding your hips with both hands, bracing one foot down on the floor so he can pummel into you even harder. 

“Can’t stop,” he pants, barely sane as he chases the frantic heat. “C-Can’t stop, noona, need t’cum in y—fuck!”

His orgasm barrels through him unannounced and he fucks it out in you, babbling for you to take it. 

It nearly pushes you over. But you’re practically ripped away from him, you cunt empty and clenching around nothing but warm cum, as the world spins around before you’re dumped somewhere. 

That somewhere happens to be Shota on the love seat, completely bare of clothes as he wastes no time to shove his hard cock into you. 

You whine, writhing in his hold at the sudden stretch, though it’s not completely unwelcome. 

“No, stop,” Shota pleads, tightening his strong arms around you. “Stay, I’m so hard.”

“Yeah, noona,” sounds a silky voice from behind you, teasing and light as another wall of warmth hovers at your back. “Stay. Or Shota might cry from not getting his dick wet.”

Shota huffs, rutting up into you. “Shut up, Seobie, just get to work.”

You whine as Shota digs much deeper into you. He’s slimmer than Intak, but longer in a way that makes your toes curl. 

“Pushy,” Jongseob chuckles, pressing a warm kiss to your shoulder before he shifts. 

Your mind drifts immediately, too far removed from whatever Jongseob was doing as Shota slowly, shallowly fucks up into you. Not in a chase for anything, just as something to do as he waits…?

Your body seizes up taut, a ragged gasp ripping from your throat as you feel a wet pressure start to prod against your hole—not the one Shota’s currently buried in. 

“S-Seob!” You yell, squirming as you feel the pressure start to circle the tight ring of muscle. 

“Shh, relax,” he coos into your ear, barely pushing against your hole before he starts to circle it again. “It’s just my finger. Gonna open you up first.”

Fuck, you’d nearly forgotten you’d mentioned to him this was something you wanted to try. But you were too drunk on his cock at the time, delirious to what you were saying. It must have stuck with him, if he came prepared to seize any opportunity.

“B-But I’m supposed t’make you…” You trail off with a gasp when he tries to prod into you again.

He presses another kiss to the back of your head. “You will.”

Your knees tighten against Shota’s waist, your hole clenching in resistance when he tries to push in again. Your clit gives a pathetic throb, brushing against the base of Shota’s dick, and you’re quickly reminded of your burning need to cum. 

So you start whining. 

Taeyang knows exactly why. He’d been watching you intently as the others took their turn with you from where he sat, languidly stroking his newly hardened cock. 

“What is it?” He asks, doing nothing to hide the amusement in his voice. “Need to cum?”

You nod immediately, squirming, but Shota and Jongseob both hold you still. 

“Please,” you sob, your wide eyes flitting over to Taeyang. “Please, just once, need to… please…”

Taeyang’s about to respond, but Jiung beats him to the punch. 

“No,” he says, prompt and final.

Taeyang looks to his right, raising a brow at Jiung who watches on. He’s hard again where he’s tucked himself back into his pants, but he doesn’t touch. He just watches. 

Taeyang would be impressed if he wasn’t a little pissed off by him. 

His gaze turns back to you at the sob you let out, dropping your head to Shota’s chest as you accept your defeat. 

You’re still fidgety and tense, Jongseob getting a little frustrated when he’s not making any progress. So Taeyang, being the generous hyung he is, slips his hand out of his pants and gets up, making his way over. He doesn’t mind helping. 

You perk up a little at his presence, your eyes immediately locking onto where he’s straining against his sweats where it stands almost eye level with you. 

Taeyang scoffs, reaching down to pull himself out. “Come here,” he says, barely having to guide himself before you’re lifting up to take him into your mouth. He sighs at the wet heat wrapping around himself, brushing his thumb against your hollowed cheeks. “That’s it, you feel better with cock in your mouth, don’t you?”

He doesn’t mind helping as long as it gets him his dick sucked. 

You just hum around him, too dumb to properly respond. But it seems to do the trick, distracting you enough as you languidly suck on him to have your body relax. 

Even Shota latches onto your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue around it to ease a steady buzz of warm pleasure through your body. 

It relaxes you enough that you don’t even notice Jongseob slip the tip of his finger past your rim. Until he starts to shallowly fuck it into you. 

You bristle at the unfamiliar feeling, too sharp and intruding for your body to handle. But Jongseob quickly grabs your hip, holding you down. 

“Easy, easy,” he consoles, rubbing his hand gently along your spine. “You’re doing good. Just relax, let me in. Just breathe.”

His smooth, low voice thrums pleasantly in your head, easing you down. 

You hum softly as Shota switches to your other nipple, sucking softly at Taeyang’s tip as Jongseob slowly pushes his finger in to the second, then third knuckle until his finger sits fully sheathed into you. 

“That’s it, baby,” he coos, slowly pulling it out just to push it back in. He kisses your shoulder at your trembling whimpers. “I know, love, I know but it’ll feel better soon, promise.”

And it does, slowly but surely. 

He manages to shallowly thrust his finger into you, the stretch becoming more bearable by the second. Your little whimpers spill around Taeyang’s cock where it just sits there on your tongue now, waiting, not pushing. 

Soon enough, Jongseob is pushing a second finger in, making your body crumble onto Shota’s chest. But he doesn’t stop, he guides you through it as he scissors you open. 

Taeyang guides himself back into your mouth with a hand on your jaw, the other carding through your hair. “You’re taking it so well,” he says softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You melt at the uncharacteristic gesture, blinking your bleary eyes up at him. “You’re just that greedy for cock, hm?”

He grins at the fresh wave of tears that pool in your eyes when Jongseob starts to push the third finger in, pouring more lube over your hole to make the slide easier. 

But it still devastates you, makes you wail when he sits all three of his fingers to the base. 

“That’s enough,” Taeyang says, showing you some mercy as he pulls out to let you gasp the air threatening to leave your lungs. “She can take it now, hurry up.”

Jongseob clicks his tongue at his pushy tone but pulls his fingers out anyway, watching your hole gape around nothing. The comment dies on his tongue as he slicks himself up generously before pushing against the tight ring of muscle. 

You jolt at the heavy pressure, far more daunting than his fingers. Your whine of protest is barely a whine at all, just a broken sound because you’re too far gone for anything else. 

Then he starts to push in, and it feels like you’re being ripped open, impaled by his hard cock, carved out to make space for him. 

You cry out, your nails digging into Shota’s chest at the overbearing intrusion. 

“Easy,” you hear Taeyang say from above, his fingers scratching down into your scalp. “Slower.”

He’s not talking to you, though you wouldn’t have much of a mind to listen even if he was. You drop your weight on Shota, who’s tense under you from how hard you’re clenched around him. 

Soon enough, Jongseob sheathes himself fully in you. And full doesn’t even begin to explain just what you feel. 

You hear your name, gentle against your ear. 

“Are you okay?” Shota asks from under you. His thumb comes up to brush away the tear rolling down your cheek. 

You let out a stuttered breath, swallowing down the tension in your throat. You breathe out, trying to let go of the tension everywhere else. 

Your body eases slowly as it adjusts to Jongseob’s girth, and you find yourself nodding. 

“Okay,” you manage to slur, whimpering when Shota presses a warm kiss to your lips. 

He uses it as a distraction to buck his hips up slightly, an experimental roll of his hips to see where you are. 

When all you give is a soft, pleasured hum as the base of his cock rubs against your aching clit, he starts to slowly rock his hips up until all you’re doing is panting into his lips. 

Jongseob doesn’t move just yet, not until he feels you relax more around him. He’s struggling too, at the death grip you have around him, but when you start to ease up, he thrusts into you once just as Shota thrusts out. 

You tense up again but it’s momentary, a choked moan escaping you. 

Jongseob thrusts in again, and again, then starts to fuck into you at a steady pace, pulling out when Shota pushes into your cunt. 

Your body is completely liquid, molten against them to mould and move as they please, as they take what they want. 

It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s just a steady stream of burning pleasure that grows hotter the more frantic their thrusts become, the noisier they become as they fuck you in tandem. 

You give yourself to them mindlessly. 

Until Taeyang slides a hand under your head to lift you up, prodding his cock back into your mouth. 

You take him pliantly as he starts to fuck into the tight space, groaning low. 

“Perfect little cocksleeve, aren’t ya?” He gasps mindlessly, twitching in your mouth. 

Your only let your jaw fall wider, gagging around him when he starts to fuck into your throat, but you just take it. 

Shota’s whining under you, pretty scarlet lines blooming on his chest from your nails dig down. “F-Feels so good like this,” he gasps, slamming up into you as much as he can with what the tight space can allow. 

“So fucking tight,” Jongseob grunts from behind you, hands gripping tight on your hips as he pounds into you. “Shit, not g-gonna last long…”

You moan around Taeyang, your own body pushed closer and closer to its limits. Your neglected pleasure won’t stay intact for much longer, but the recesses of your mind still fears what might happen if you let go too soon. 

Taeyang cums in your mouth without warning, pushing in deep to spurt down your throat with a ragged groan.

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling out as you start coughing, roughly pushing the little bead of release escaping the corner of your mouth back into your tongue with his finger. “Don’t waste it.”

You’re barely recovering from Taeyang, your body jerking under Shota and Jongseob’s brutal thrusts, when Intak shoves his way in, seating himself in your mouth. 

You bristle under the sudden intrusion but Intak holds you in place with a hand behind your head, starting to fuck frantically into your tongue. 

“Sorry, noona,” he breathes, his head tilting back at the warmth of your mouth. “C-couldn’t help it, need to cum again.”

You don’t complain, not that you can, as he chases his pleasure from you. 

Someone takes your hand, wrapping it around their cock for them to fuck into your fist—Keeho, you think, but everything is too blurry now to tell as the four men use your body, fucking you and your mind to tatters practically. 

You start to convulse under the onslaught of sensation, the coil in your gut winding tighter and tighter. 

It’s impossible to stop it now, you don’t have a tethered bone in your body to stop it from happening. 

You try to warn them, but it’s a fruitless attempt. 

Your orgasm barrels through you violently, snapping through your body like lightning as you jerk through it, wailing around Intak’s cock. 

It starts a chain effect, Shota spilling into you with a yell as your cunt flutters around him, Jongseob following soon after with how tightly you tense around him. Your hand and forearm grows damp with Keeho finishing himself in your loose fist, and Intak pulls out of your mouth just to paint your face. 

You’re floating somewhere between heaven and earth, body trembling with incessant tremors, mind vacant from anything but the pure bliss. 

Until the dread settles heavily over you. 

Jiung immediately stands to action when he hears the first sob escape you. 

He pushes his way through the bodies, practically knocking Intak to the ground and shoving Keeho aside, urging Jongseob off of you. 

He kneels beside you at the second sob, pushing his hand into your hair. But you turn your face away, burying it in Shota’s shoulder. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his heart climbing up his throat. Were they too rough? Did they hurt you? Fuck, he told them to be more thorough with their prep but—

“I failed,” he hears your tiny voice mumble, and his heart effectively crumbles. 

That’s why you’re upset?

Jiung lets out a breath, nudging Shota. Shota gets the hint, gently rolling your body down as he slips out of you with the hiss, moving aside to give Jiung way. 

But even as Jiung tries to pull you closer to him, you bury yourself further into the cushions. 

“Are you hiding from me?” You hear him ask, and even through the haze you can hear the pout in his voice. 

“I’m sorry,” you hiccup, trying to hold in your sniffles but it’s almost like you don’t have control anymore over your body with it being too spent. He slides his hand under your head, forcing you to face him but you squeeze your eyes shut, turning your face into his palm. You couldn’t meet his gaze. “I-I tried, I really did b-but it was too hard, and I couldn’t—“

Your words die when Jiung seals his lips over yours, softly kissing away your woes in an uncharacteristic show of affection. 

“You did so good,” he whispers into your lips, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours. “Don’t apologize.”

His heart swells at your wide, glittery eyes looking up at him in awe. “Y-You’re not gonna… p-punish me?” You manage to ask through your little hiccups. 

If he were Taeyang he would. But he doesn’t have what it takes. 

“No,” he answers, ignoring Taeyang’s little ‘weak’ from behind him. He’ll deal with him later. He stands up, gathering you in his arms. “Come on, let me get you cleaned up.”

“Hey,” Intak pipes up with a whine, sitting up on the ground. “Why do you get to take care of her?”

Keeho snickers from the other couch. “Yeah, Ung, you’re so selfish.”

Jiung merely kicks Jongseob, who yelps ‘I didn’t say anything!’ on the way to your room, telling them over his shoulder to, “Make her food.”

You stay curled in Jiung’s arm as he carries you to your bed, setting you gently onto it. 

He stands to get a towel from your bathroom, coming back to see you watching him intently where you’re splayed. He has to keep himself from ogling your naked body, clearing his throat as he sits on the edge beside you to gently run the towel over your face, working his way down the mess. 

“Jiung,” you say quietly. 

The sound fills him with warmth. He still doesn’t meet your eye. “Hm?”

“You’re still hard.”

His face burns, and he averts his gaze as he runs the towel between your thighs, whispering a quick apology as he brushes against your sensitive core. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, willing his voice not to crack. 

But then you wrap your hand around his wrist, tugging him down to your body. He goes down, watching you closely as you lift your weak body. 

His back hits the mattress, the warmth of your body engulfing his as you climb on top of him. He's about to protest again and tell you that you don’t have to, until you align your hips and grind down against his hard on. 

He cuts off with a whine, reminded of the arousal festered in his gut from watching the others take you apart. 

A full body shudder runs through him. You relish in the way his eyes roll back at the simple sensation. 

And then you’re on your back, Jiung climbing on top of you. He tugs off his shirt, but you don’t get the chance to admire his adorned skin before he’s devouring you in a deep kiss. 

You make a questioning sound as he slots himself between your legs, but he just shoves himself free of his clothes then presses the head of his cock through your folds, making you gasp. 

“Let me take care of you?” He asks, begs almost, as he teases at your messy hole, his free hand braced on your hip. 

You don’t have the mind to speak. So you just nod. 

Jiung seats his cock into you with one push, his body shuddering at finally feeling you around him. And it’s so enticing that he just can’t hold back. 

He wants to be gentle, wants to coax you to a sweeter release—but he can’t. 

He pounds into you desperately, shoving himself as deep as he can go with each frantic thrust, quickly going dumb in your pussy. 

His arms wrap around your waist to hold you in place as he splits you open, the rough slap of hips and loud squelch of your messy folds the only sounds besides both your ragged breathing. He buries his face in your shoulder, unable to hold back his whimpers. 

“You feel so—“ He whines, breaking apart with a deep groan when you clench around him, his hips stuttering. 

A moan breaks through your chest when he rolls in deep, just rutting against you desperately. Your arms around him aren’t enough to hold on, he thrashes your body in his arms with each buck of his hips. 

“Jiung,” you whimper, pulsing around him when he pulls out just to fuck his tip into you, teasing you in a way that melts your brain. “Ji, please, m’gonna c-cum, can I…”

He slams into you, his cock twitching inside of you before he pulls out just to slam back in, punching yells out of you each time. 

“Cum for me,” he breathes into your ear, then hooks his hands under your knees, folding them at your sides as he pounds into you, thrusting squarely into that gummy spot inside of you over and over. “C-Cum for me… just for me.”

This one doesn’t feel like the last one—when you cum, you break. 

Your vision whites out, your entire body going taut as your arousal sprays out of you, drenching Jiung and the bed. 

It only spurs Jiung on—he fucks you faster as he barrels through his own orgasm, muffling his cry into your shoulder as he pistons in deep and shoots into you. 

When Jiung comes back to his senses, it’s with his head on your chest and Taeyang standing over him with a bowl of ramen in his hand and a disapproving frown on his lips. 

“Taking care of her, huh?” He tsk’s, placing the bowl on the bedside table. 

Jiung just groans, turning to bury his face in your skin. “Fuck off.”

“Careful, don’t wake her.”

Jiung lifts his head to see your eyes closed, your lips parted as small puffs of breaths pass through. He pushes back the damp hair at your head, a soft smile tugging up at the peaceful sight. 

Taeyang snorts at the spectacle. Though he doesn’t quite blame it on Jiung for the dumbstruck look in his eye. 

But he needs to get to work. 

“Okay, be cooperative,” he says, and doesn’t allow Jiung to question before he rounds the bed to the other side and reaches forward to wrap his arms around both you and Jiung, tugging you to the cleaner area of the bed. 

Jiung bristles, opening his mouth to yell at him but quickly snaps shut when you start to stir. 

They both pause with bated breath, sighing when you lull off again with a breath, and Taeyang gets to work. He manages to pull the dirty sheets out from under your and Jiung’s tangled bodies and get fresh ones on. He wipes you clean after, tossing Jiung a towel of his own, but when he sees Jiung just blinking slowly up at the ceiling, unresponsive, he sighs and wipes him clean himself. 

By the end of it, Jiung is tangled with you again and half asleep. 

Taeyang is hesitant to leave, riddled with the urge to climb into the bed and gather you both in his arms (or maybe push Jiung off). But before he can make a sound decision, the door barges open. 

Taeyang hisses viciously towards the door just as Intak opens his fat mouth to yell something stupid surely, his arms suspended above his head where he’s holding up a can of Arizona.

His expression quickly morphs into apologetic when he sees what he’d nearly disrupted—but instead of turning around and leaving, he just pads in and makes his own space at the foot of the bed.

Naturally, Shota and Jongseob follow him in and take the corner edges of the bed flanking Intak.

Taeyang sighs, half considering beating them out with his shoe. He’s still not used to having to share you.

But he watches as Intak immediately picks a fight with Jiung instead (effectively waking him up) about letting him cuddle you but Jiung only tightens his hold on you.

“You’re clingy after sex,” Taeyang says with a snicker.

Jiung’s eyes snap up to him, sharp and eerily fox-like. “So? At least I’m not one note like you,” he grumbles, making sure to keep his voice low as he nuzzles into your shoulder again.

“One note?” Taeyang muses as he sidles into your other side. “Which note is that?”

“Rude.”

It’s not Jiung that answers.

Keeho finds his way into the room with an armful of gatorade bottles, making his way over to the people pile on the bed to hand them out. 

“It felt great seeing Jiung put you in your place,” Keeho says as he climbs on behind Jiung, wrapping his arms around him.

Jiung makes a sound of protest mid sip, trying to shake the other man off but Keeho just snuggles in harder.

“Maybe I should reward you for that,” Keeho adds lecherously, giggling when Jiung glares at him. But Taeyang doesn’t miss the blush tinging Jiung’s cheeks.

“Okay,” Intak starts, lifting his head. “If you three are gonna fuck can you just hand her over to us so—” He cuts off with a loud squawk as Taeyang chops him over the bed.

The sound wakes you, and you stir with huffs and grumbles. Jiung winces when your elbows start flailing out.

“You guys are so loud,” you grit, turning to bury your face into Jiung’s chest, like you’re trying to carve your way in and use him to drown out the noise.

Somehow, after everything, Jiung starts to feel shy at the display. And it only makes Keeho more annoying, who coos and pinches at Jiung’s reddening cheek.

Jiung doesn’t react, hoping he’ll bore himself out.

Intak pouts, still rubbing his head. “It wasn’t my fault, Taeyang hit me!”

Taeyang narrows his eyes at him. “How childish are you?”

Intak whacks his shin. “You’re childish.”

Taeyang sends him a kick, and Intak’s about to hit him again, until you groan. 

“God!” You snap, huffing and lifting your head to glare. “If you’re not here to sleep, leave.”

Intak immediately settles, mumbling a quiet apology as he attaches himself to your leg. 

But Taeyang, ever the contrarian, gets up to leave. “Whatever you want, princess.” 

Nobody protests. By the time he reaches the door, still nobody protests. It ticks him off, making him turn to glare. 

But then he sees you, a peaceful look on your face as you drift back off in Jiung’s arms, the others wrapped around you protectively in various contorted states. Intak had immediately taken Taeyang’s vacant spot to plaster himself to your back. 

Something about the sight tugs at his heart, pulling him back. 

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically, padding back towards the bed. “I’ll stay.”

He doesn’t miss the small smile that tugs on your lips as he climbs over the bodies to settle on top of you, wedging himself between you and Intak despite Intak’s quiet cry. 

“Simp,” Keeho whispers from behind Jiung. 

“Mhm,” Taeyang hums in agreement, shutting his eyes. “Aren’t we all.”

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