m.

Personally requesting to Baekjin, you are sent to tasks that requires a partner, such as meeting up with a supplier, arranging send-offs of products, and many more. And it seems like amusement and curiosity gets the best of him.

You are a skilled fighter who doesn’t hold back in putting Union men in their places should they make a passing comment that degrades any of your girls— at least that’s what Seongje knows. So imagine his baffled expression when he was told that he needs to accompany you in your every tasks.

“Even going to the underground fighting ring?”

“Specially to that.”

“Bullshit.”

First, he’s not a babysitter. And second, he’s not babysitting anyone.

Seongje should’ve known it was a scheme, but it slowly dawns on him that tailing you in your errands actually gives him a lot of free time. He’s able to play a ton shit of games and have his own fun without Baekjin nagging at him to contribute some work.

What he didn’t expect though is your seemingly innate talent in bringing the irritation in him. It’s as if you were born in this world to piss Seongje off.

You’re everything he hates when he works with someone. And he doesn’t work with a lot of people. 

But instead of taking it out on the dumb Eunjang kids who became a free punching bag for him, he takes it out on you in the best way possible.

“Like that,” Seongje says lowly as he places a hand between your blade shoulders, easing you down until your face presses on the mattress while your ass and hips remain upright.

He caresses your ass cheek before landing a resounding slap, eliciting a yelp from you. There’s no soothing massages that follows.

“You know, you look the prettiest like this. All pliant and obedient for me. Why do you always give me such a hard time, huh?”

His cock slots between your folds, though not entering just yet. It slides over it, covering his length with your wetness as he pays no mind to your whines. You tried to reach for his arm or his hips, just anything to pacify your growing need, but Seongje gathers both of your wrists and pins them on your back.

And suddenly, pain surges through your bones. Your hands immediately scramble to find for something to hold on. “Fuck!”

Seongje, ever so mean, laughs at your state. Palm hitting your skin again, he bends over to get something from the bedside table, all the while not pulling out.

The pain quickly subsides after a full minute with him inside you. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve done this more than you can count. Or maybe it’s the underlying pleasure that you have for pain.

Seongje visibly delights staring at how you look either way. But he’s not that type of partner. Hell– he’s not even your partner at the first place.

Refusing to get lost in his thoughts, Seongje starts thrusting inside you mercilessly. There’s no build up of rhythm nor a warning that allows you to brace for the immense pleasure.

The way his bulbous tip breaches past your pussy lips, pulling out completely before invading your hole again and again. The position you’re in only heightens what you’re feeling as it gives him the leeway to move his hips deeper.

You feel so fucking full. 

The impressive girth stretching you to accommodate his size might’ve ruined you for any other person. It’s as if it’s Seongje’s own way of claiming you, of showing you that no one can make you feel like this except him.

Ashes falls on the expanse of your back, inflicting a slight burn but not enough for you to writhe in hurt. You switches position so one side of your cheek rests on the sheets instead, and the sight of Seongje snatches your breath away; taking a hit of his cigarette stick, gyrating his hips with no sense of care if you’re overwhelmed, and the fucking smirk playing on his lips as he watches your eyes cross inevitably.

“Shit– uh uh uh, fuck.. Seongje,”

The said man merely hums, changing his angle just a little, only to chuckle deeply to himself as your back arches uncontrollably. He prods at your spot like he knows your body better than you.

Seongje bundles your hair to a makeshift ponytail, albeit missing a few strands, and pulls you back until your back is skin-to-skin against his chest. He pries your mouth open forcibly, settling the stick in between your lips.

He grinds purposely on your firm yet spongy button, smiling triumphaly when you struggle to inhale a proper amount of nicotine.

“Look at you going dumb on me.”

The man licks a stripe along your face before sniffing out the burning end of the stick, and reclines on the bed, dragging you down with him. You now lay on top of him as Seongje thrusts upwards.

His hand travels from your wrists to where your clit sits prettily, puckered and swollen, while his mouth attacks your neck, littering it with hickeys that will most definitely give you a hard time covering it up.

“Oh my god—!”

“You’re so hot.” He growls in your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you someday against the counter, the one at the bowling alley. I will make them watch when I fuck that attitude out of you. Make them see how to properly handle that smart mouth.”

It should’ve embarrassed you at the thought of being exposed to everyone. Should’ve angered you that Seongje wants to parade you like some property he owns. But it doesn’t. In fact, your walls clenches around Seongje’s cock as if you couldn’t wait for it to actually happen.

“Yeah? You like that? You love when I treat– haah– you like this, don’t you? Acting all smart and independent when all you want is someone to take the lead and, shit, order you around like a fucking puppy.”

His condescending laugh resonates the bedroom after you slur your words in agreement, too cock-drunk to form a coherent sentence. He hooks his arms under your knees and forces them wide open which leaves you resembling a rag doll receiving his plows.

“Seongje! Uh– hnghh… fuck. Ah, ‘m gonna come– shit..”

Eyelids flickering, you could barely get the words out.

“Come?” Seongje grins. “You wanna come on my cock? Go ahead, doll. Be a good fucking girl and make yourself come.”

You thrash on top of him, legs shaking violently as tears roll down your cheeks. Your head throws back and lands on his shoulder. Seongje tilts his head, burying his face in your neck, eventually biting your skin as he shuts his eyes close and savors the delicious clenches of your pussy.

Feeling himself getting closer as well, Seongje plays with your nipples. His eyes roll to the back of his head as you twitch in his arms due to overstimulation.

“Slo– no! Oh god, slow down! Please.. slow down..”

Who are you even fooling? You might’ve said the words and attempts fleeing from him, but your own body craves the pleasure all the same. 

You sit up for a second, falling forward the next, and as you grapple the bed sheets, your hips rides the relentless movements of Seongje.

“Yeah, fucking take all of me. That’s what you fucking want, right?” Seongje pulls out and slides his cock deep in your throat. His hot cum spills as he reaches his bliss. 

“Good girl. Good fucking girl..”

As the night deepens and the streets had gone quite, anyone who sees Seongje sleeping soundly in your arms would wonder: who is the real wolf? And which is the puppy?

Kim trembles because while Mr. Ahn is an effective and efficient professor, he is highly dubbed as having one of the most cut-throat standards among the teachers. Hence the shivers shooting sharply in her veins while she stands before his chilling stare.

Ahn Suho should’ve been listening. His brain should’ve been processing his student’s words, assessing the answer and internally taking notes on what could be corrected. 

Well, he looks like the part of it. With his signature sharp gaze, and occasional nodding.

Little do they know, there is an entirely different reason for the respected professor’s demeanor.

They can’t see the way he chokes the marker in his fist, jaw clenching and unclenching over the sight of his student caught in his peripheral vision.

Leg comfortably resting over the other, your mini-skirt rides up your thigh as you lean backwards, one hand tapping a pen on your lips while the other fiddles with the ends of your hair. 

As if the lacy panties peeking under your skirt’s hem isn’t enough, the pen previously on your lips slips past through and meets your tongue. It shyly circles around it, just on the tip, before it gets trapped between your teeth.

Oh, how Suho wants to wipe off that sly smirk hidden beneath. A fucking vixen, that’s what you are.

It takes Suho a moment to collect himself and get out of his mind that is going haywire. Right on cue, the student is thanked and motioned to take her sit as Suho steals the attention of everyone once more.

“Right,” Suho goes on to dissect the answer given by his student.

The lecture proceeds for over an hour, much to everyone’s disappointment. Internal cheers are then made as the professor glances at watch and realizes the minutes are up. With a few more reminders of deadlines and no late submissions, Suho allows his students to exit the room.

“Ugh, I haven’t even started my essay and now there’s a new one.”

Sieun doesn’t bother hiding his snicker. “Go do what you do best.”

“Fucking our professor?”

He stops for a second before looking around, trying to see if anyone heard you. “I was about to say cramming, but yeah.. I guess that works too.”

A chuckle elicits from you. “Do you think they’re suspicious about how high my grades are?”

“Who cares? You’re pretty and smart, you’re still going to have high grades either way.”

One thing you love about Sieun is his unfiltered words and knack for the truth. It’s like he’s the only one that gets you, and you’re the only one that gets him. That’s why he’s your best friend!

“I have to go,” Sieun bids you goodbye, effort in asking you to walk together is nonexistent as he knows you won’t be leaving the room anytime sooner.

The last couple of students scurries out as well. Leaving you and your professor to fend for yourselves.

Within a few seconds, you could feel the change in the air like it's thickening. Your throat starts clogging up, making it harder for you to breath. Maybe it’s the utter silence in the room? Or maybe it’s the tension and anticipation buzzing in his veins.

Suho finally decides to stop pretending to organize his papers. There’s no point of actually doing it anyways, it’s bound to get off his desk sooner or later.

“Come here,”

The distance between you seems too long, too far for Suho’s liking. The flimsy skirt sways right and left, giving him a shy view of the plump cheeks hiding underneath. 

And the knee-high socks– God, those goddamn socks. So fucking dainty and innocent looking but is also the sluttiest thing you’ve worn. Only a portion of your thighs can be seen and it is bulging and forcing its way out of the socks, too meaty to be confined in such a small and tight place. Suho could feel his cock harden.

This sight isn't new for you.

Ahn Suho had always liked playing the strong, composed, conscious clear man. But certainly, out of people, you know this act is as true as trump serving a good governance. 

A mere brush of your hand against the skin of his thigh is all it takes for Suho to crack.

And just like that, The sheep stops pretending to be a wolf, crumbling into pieces the moment you settle on top of him, the warmth of your clothed pussy warming the hardening cock beneath his pants. 

A subtle sound of thud pricks their ears, that must be a pen. 

Soon, the professor’s palms are already snaking their way up to the flimsy piece of fabric under your skirt. A smile of amusement and satisfaction shows itself on your face. 

Suho had never been good at keeping up his facade, pretending to dislike all the things you do to him only to end up drooling in greed the moment you let him touch you the slightest. 

He pushed and pushed you away with his so called determination, so fabricated that it was too late before he realized he had you spread out on his bed, hole dripping in wetness as you beg him to fuck you with his big cock.

Spreading your hands on Suho’s chest, you beam at the firmness, licking your lips as you lean on his neck, nosing and inhaling the older’s scent. You nip the pale skin lightly, closing your eyes when his hands reach the cheeks of your ass to squeeze, parting them that sends you shivering in his arms as the cool air coming from the AC pans your wet panties. 

The buildup of tension is killing you.

You whimper, already hating his pace.

Suho hums. “You’re never one with a patience, aren’t you?”

You had learned, after months of indulging in this forbidden affair, that Suho gets off of torturing you. 

Men like he is, they love to parade their power over people, letting them know they are capable of making them feel things only they, themselves, can reprimand. Too bad for him, you have studied Suho enough to realize you hold the same exact power over him as well. 

You bring out the vulnerable in him just as he knows which buttons to press to weaken you.

Leaning back on his chair, arms on either side with his legs wide open, radiating such dominating aura he usually wears during his class. 

Suho rakes his eyes to drink your appearance in, biting his lips as he takes off his tie. ''Dance for me, darling.''

So he wants to play this game, huh?

Holding on to his broad shoulders, your hips start swaying slowly– enticing in a way that puts him in a state of daze. Your fingers travel between his strands as you grip and pushes him towards your exposed neck, inviting the professor to dig in. 

If Suho did an attempt of hiding his hunger for you, he's surely bad at it.

Smirking, you lean back on your palms, the chair is close enough for you to have them on Suho’s oakwood table. 

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your soaked panties comes in contact with Suho’s restrained cock through the fabric as you grind forward, hard nipples evident on the thin white shirt underneath the pink cardigan.

Presenting yourself fully in front of him, Suho is certain that you are one hell of a devil. A siren sent to tempt him, seduce him and lure him to a one-way ticket to hell. 

Others would say he should've resisted, he should've been a loyal dog to his work lest he gets fired and strips off the chances to apply for other universities. But even loyal dogs strays away with a mere sight of a bone, don't they?

You get off of his lap, standing in front of him as you move slowly, swaying to the music only the two of you can hear. If Suho tilts his head a bit, he would see the full view of the white delicate fabric barely covering your ass.

How you were able to get inside the campus with no one calling you out is a mystery he’s yet to solve.

The cropped cardigan coat pools around your feet as you shrug it off your shoulders. Suho crosses his legs, eyes burning holes to your sensually rocking figure. The professor curses when your white shirt comes off and he’s met with a bralette matching your panties. 

As you bend over his table, presenting your ass to him– Suho’s last will rips apart.

His grip goes from the flesh of your thighs to the curves of your waist, shoving you to his table with his bulge pressing against the crack of your ass cheeks.

You swear, you might die if that fat cock is not inside any of your holes in the next minute.

So you waste no time grinding on him, moaning wantonly like those porn stars that teenagers love to jack off. Suho lets out profanities. The walls aren't too thick as they look, he hopes covering your mouth tightly will send a signal, or a warning. Whatever way it is that he decode his message.

“Turn around,” He shoves his tongue inside your mouth, licking across every surface, devouring every piece of you. You gasp, arms circling around his neck while trying to keep up with his pace.

The lids of your eyes become heavy, mouth opening to catch breaths you couldn't do using your nose due to an overwhelming build up of tension. Suho’s head remains locked inside your embrace as you arch your back, a hand in his hair didn't know whether to pull away or push the professor.

A yelp escapes your lips when you’re, so suddenly, on your knees. You’re just there, at Suho’s mercy with your teary eyes and hands properly on your thighs, waiting for him to instruct your next steps. 

Your fingers fumble eagerly through his belt and sooner, a cock that is above the average length and a girth thicker than any dick you had taken is presented in front of you like a gift. 

A tug from your hair pulls you out of your trance, meeting Suho’s sharp and questioning glare when you look up.

''Suck,'' His word leaves no room for anything else.

If your father gets the chance of seeing this, he’d gouge his eyes out in disbelief. He won't be able to fathom the idea that only a word from your college professor would have his precious daughter scrambling obediently.

Ever so cruel– Ahn Suho didn't even offer the slightest bit of a warning. He tugs your head backwards, one hand prying your jaw open as he shoves his thick cock in. 

Thank heavens you had lost your gag reflex not long ago, courtesy of endless practice with the same cock, because if not– both of you would be grimacing at the sight of vomit on the floor.

Suho moves inside your throat like it's your pussy he's fucking, indifferent to the slight pain he's inflicting to you and the evident pricking tears in your eyes. 

“Shit– look at you, so fucking pretty,” His thumb caresses your cheek gently.

The professor pays no mind to the struggles on your face. The tears running down your pretty face as your nose and eyes slowly gets puffier and redder– if anything, it makes him hornier.

Suho dealt with you long enough to know that you love the pain, and you’re constantly reminded of things you can do should you not approves his actions so he have no qualms. He knows when to stop, and he knows what makes your pussy gush out.

His eyebrows quirks upwards as one of your hands disappears from his vision/ His curiosity is soon replaced with pleasure, and he doesn't have to be a genius to find out what’s going on.

Scoffing mockingly, his grasp tightens, your nose coming in contact with the skin of his pelvis area. Muffled sound of surprise vibrates on Suho’s cock when he forces a foot between your legs, placing it just right where your leaking hole sits. 

Embarrassment fills you, blood flushing your cheeks as you desperately moves against the older's leg, eyelids flickering to the new found pleasure.

Suho hums when you begin to bob your head, a thank you. The harder his thrusts are, the more saliva escapes past the corner of your lips. Your cheek’s lower area and your chin are now messily covered in spit. 

The fabric of Suho’s slacks darkens as well. You move on and caresses his balls before proceeding to suck them, eliciting a satisfied grunt that assures you’re doing well.

“Yeah, that’s right– oh fuck! Fuck, I’m–”

Unceremoniously, Suho pulls you up and sprawls you on his table. He breaths heavily as he flips your skirt and prods his finger between your pussy cheeks.

Your lips tug upwards. Who else can push your professor to his climax as fast as you could? No one else but you.

A gasp leaves your lips when the ripping sound pierces your ear drums, eyes widening. “Suho, what the fuck?! This is I.D. Sarrieri!”

Chuckles rumble in his chest, not believing the amount of brattiness he’s putting up to. “You need that mouth disciplined,” He groans against the lobe of your ear.

With no more than a slap on your inner thigh, Suho digs in like a starved man, hot tongue diving in his velvet walls while his hands keep your legs firmly open.

The pink muscle explores the insides of your hole more than it did in your mouth, slurping sounds echoing the four walls of the room. Suho then plunges two fingers without a warning, lips encircling your clit next as he sucks loudly, determined to yanking you to the border of euphoria.

“Suho– oh, oh so good!” 

Your head thrashes, hands reaching for air before landing on the edges of his table, gripping them as you hold on to the last bits of your sanity. Hips jerking upwards feverishly, making a mess on the professor’s adonis face. 

It must be the desperation or the friction you had been receiving since earlier that causes you to finally let go, enabling the older man to have a taste of your sweet juices. Suho is once again humming in satisfaction.

But it's not yet enough, no. He won't be sated, not until he finishes with the pulsating walls stimulating his release. 

That intense workouts he does pays off as Suho manhandles you easily, face greeting the board in a harsh press. His eyes darkens when he sees your expression. 

“Something funny?” He murmurs, grip tightening on your hair as he raises a brow.

A dazed smile remains on your face. “No, Sir.”

The clutches of Suho’s hand stays on the back of your neck. Your legs fold almost completely as the thick shaft enters you suddenly, sending you to clench at the unexpected penetration, mouth forming an 'o' because of how deep it is-- Your smile widens even more.

Clenching, drools, or simply; a mess. Those are the words Suho would say to describe your current state. 

To have his student going jelly over his cock, to have you moaning and thrashing for him– Suho almost wishes he gave in sooner. 

“What a fucking sight, huh? I should’ve fucked you when you first came in my class wearing those shorts that could pass as panties. How do you even– fuck–... how do you enter the campus without being dress coded? Ah shit.. do you also suck your other professors’ cock like you do with mine?”

You immediately shake your head. “N-no, Sir! Just you– I only want you!”

“That’s right, baby. You can’t do that to Sir, hmm? You’re fucking mine. You should be grateful I’m fucking you instead of my wife tonight.”

It was a lie. Suho lost any amor for her years ago. But the thought of the irritating wife fuels your desire of leaving your marks on Suho for her to see. For her to remember that Suho had never been and will never be hers. 

And the professor knows that. Hence the smug he displays.

Whimpering helplessly, your nails dig into the skin of Suho’s thighs– reaching for whatever you could of him. Your legs shake violently to his rough thrusts, even getting on your toes uncontrollably. 

It's electrifying, the pleasure you are getting. No words can amount to how Suho fucks you with so much passion, as if he'd taken up a sex related major in college instead of education and law.

Suho presses his lips against your ears. “Yeah, you like that? You like it when I make your brain all mushy? Always acting smart and mighty in my class only to go dumb over a fucking cock. My stupid bunny, always ready to take a dick inside her hole. Maybe I should do that, huh? Keep you tied up in my bed all the time, make you suck my cock before I got to work for a good luck, then fuck all the frustrations out when I get home. You’d love that, won’t you? You’d love being my personal fuck toy. Wouldn’t you, darling?”

Your head spins as you feel yourself flying away, reaching your own bliss. Tears once again race down your cheeks while your throat remains fucked out that you’re lessen to a babbling mess. 

A slap across your ass cheeks sends you jerking, high pitched moans near to seep through the doors and let everyone know the activity shared by the two of you.

“Suho! Yes, yes, yes.. fuck, yes!'' 

What are you even saying yes for? Is Suho fucking you so good that your brain got mushed up? Did the honored, top of the class student indeed become a dumb, whimpering mess? That stirs pride inside Suho. 

He's gonna make sure that you will never seek sexual pleasure from those college frat boys again, he'll make you realize that you only need a man to feel how good sex is.

Merciless thrusts continue despite the clear weakening of your legs, arms catching your waist to hold you up. It as if Suho’s brutal pace messes up your insides, tip continuously bumping against your sweet spot that creates white spots in your vision.

Suho groans loudly and with a slight change of his angle, the vigorous movements become a telltale sign of your climax. 

Legs stretching as you stay on your toes, tongue lolling out and eyes crossing– a white ring forms around the girth of Suho’s cock, your moans getting louder as you clench down on him due to overstimulation.

As the rhythms of Suho’s bucking became inconsistent and the harsh grip around your waist became harsher, Suho’s cum fills you like a dam. 

You ride your highs together, sharing an intimate and full of tongue kiss as you hear your phone ringing inside your bag.

Pulling out slowly, Suho salivates at the sight of his cum oozing out of your hole. He ushes you to sit on his table once again and goes down on his knees, cleaning up his own mess between your thighs.

Thankfully, your phone is within reach. 

“Why did you tell your Mom you went to cram school with me?”

Suho could only stare fondly as you giggle and snicker at the evident irritation in Sieun’s voice.

fin.

Kim trembles because while Mr. Ahn is an effective and efficient professor, he is highly dubbed as having one of the most cut-throat standards among the teachers. Hence the shivers shooting sharply in her veins while she stands before his chilling stare.

Ahn Suho should’ve been listening. His brain should’ve been processing his student’s words, assessing the answer and internally taking notes on what could be corrected. 

Well, he looks like the part of it. With his signature sharp gaze, and occasional nodding.

Little do they know, there is an entirely different reason for the respected professor’s demeanor.

They can’t see the way he chokes the marker in his fist, jaw clenching and unclenching over the sight of his student caught in his peripheral vision.

Leg comfortably resting over the other, your mini-skirt rides up your thigh as you lean backwards, one hand tapping a pen on your lips while the other fiddles with the ends of your hair. 

As if the lacy panties peeking under your skirt’s hem isn’t enough, the pen previously on your lips slips past through and meets your tongue. It shyly circles around it, just on the tip, before it gets trapped between your teeth.

Oh, how Suho wants to wipe off that sly smirk hidden beneath. A fucking vixen, that’s what you are.

It takes Suho a moment to collect himself and get out of his mind that is going haywire. Right on cue, the student is thanked and motioned to take her sit as Suho steals the attention of everyone once more.

“Right,” Suho goes on to dissect the answer given by his student.

The lecture proceeds for over an hour, much to everyone’s disappointment. Internal cheers are then made as the professor glances at watch and realizes the minutes are up. With a few more reminders of deadlines and no late submissions, Suho allows his students to exit the room.

“Ugh, I haven’t even started my essay and now there’s a new one.”

Sieun doesn’t bother hiding his snicker. “Go do what you do best.”

“Fucking our professor?”

He stops for a second before looking around, trying to see if anyone heard you. “I was about to say cramming, but yeah.. I guess that works too.”

A chuckle elicits from you. “Do you think they’re suspicious about how high my grades are?”

“Who cares? You’re pretty and smart, you’re still going to have high grades either way.”

One thing you love about Sieun is his unfiltered words and knack for the truth. It’s like he’s the only one that gets you, and you’re the only one that gets him. That’s why he’s your best friend!

“I have to go,” Sieun bids you goodbye, effort in asking you to walk together is nonexistent as he knows you won’t be leaving the room anytime sooner.

The last couple of students scurries out as well. Leaving you and your professor to fend for yourselves.

Within a few seconds, you could feel the change in the air like it's thickening. Your throat starts clogging up, making it harder for you to breath. Maybe it’s the utter silence in the room? Or maybe it’s the tension and anticipation buzzing in his veins.

Suho finally decides to stop pretending to organize his papers. There’s no point of actually doing it anyways, it’s bound to get off his desk sooner or later.

“Come here,”

The distance between you seems too long, too far for Suho’s liking. The flimsy skirt sways right and left, giving him a shy view of the plump cheeks hiding underneath. 

And the knee-high socks– God, those goddamn socks. So fucking dainty and innocent looking but is also the sluttiest thing you’ve worn. Only a portion of your thighs can be seen and it is bulging and forcing its way out of the socks, too meaty to be confined in such a small and tight place. Suho could feel his cock harden.

This sight isn't new for you.

Ahn Suho had always liked playing the strong, composed, conscious clear man. But certainly, out of people, you know this act is as true as trump serving a good governance. 

A mere brush of your hand against the skin of his thigh is all it takes for Suho to crack.

And just like that, The sheep stops pretending to be a wolf, crumbling into pieces the moment you settle on top of him, the warmth of your clothed pussy warming the hardening cock beneath his pants. 

A subtle sound of thud pricks their ears, that must be a pen. 

Soon, the professor’s palms are already snaking their way up to the flimsy piece of fabric under your skirt. A smile of amusement and satisfaction shows itself on your face. 

Suho had never been good at keeping up his facade, pretending to dislike all the things you do to him only to end up drooling in greed the moment you let him touch you the slightest. 

He pushed and pushed you away with his so called determination, so fabricated that it was too late before he realized he had you spread out on his bed, hole dripping in wetness as you beg him to fuck you with his big cock.

Spreading your hands on Suho’s chest, you beam at the firmness, licking your lips as you lean on his neck, nosing and inhaling the older’s scent. You nip the pale skin lightly, closing your eyes when his hands reach the cheeks of your ass to squeeze, parting them that sends you shivering in his arms as the cool air coming from the AC pans your wet panties. 

The buildup of tension is killing you.

You whimper, already hating his pace.

Suho hums. “You’re never one with a patience, aren’t you?”

You had learned, after months of indulging in this forbidden affair, that Suho gets off of torturing you. 

Men like he is, they love to parade their power over people, letting them know they are capable of making them feel things only they, themselves, can reprimand. Too bad for him, you have studied Suho enough to realize you hold the same exact power over him as well. 

You bring out the vulnerable in him just as he knows which buttons to press to weaken you.

Leaning back on his chair, arms on either side with his legs wide open, radiating such dominating aura he usually wears during his class. 

Suho rakes his eyes to drink your appearance in, biting his lips as he takes off his tie. ''Dance for me, darling.''

So he wants to play this game, huh?

Holding on to his broad shoulders, your hips start swaying slowly– enticing in a way that puts him in a state of daze. Your fingers travel between his strands as you grip and pushes him towards your exposed neck, inviting the professor to dig in. 

If Suho did an attempt of hiding his hunger for you, he's surely bad at it.

Smirking, you lean back on your palms, the chair is close enough for you to have them on Suho’s oakwood table. 

Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your soaked panties comes in contact with Suho’s restrained cock through the fabric as you grind forward, hard nipples evident on the thin white shirt underneath the pink cardigan.

Presenting yourself fully in front of him, Suho is certain that you are one hell of a devil. A siren sent to tempt him, seduce him and lure him to a one-way ticket to hell. 

Others would say he should've resisted, he should've been a loyal dog to his work lest he gets fired and strips off the chances to apply for other universities. But even loyal dogs strays away with a mere sight of a bone, don't they?

You get off of his lap, standing in front of him as you move slowly, swaying to the music only the two of you can hear. If Suho tilts his head a bit, he would see the full view of the white delicate fabric barely covering your ass.

How you were able to get inside the campus with no one calling you out is a mystery he’s yet to solve.

The cropped cardigan coat pools around your feet as you shrug it off your shoulders. Suho crosses his legs, eyes burning holes to your sensually rocking figure. The professor curses when your white shirt comes off and he’s met with a bralette matching your panties. 

As you bend over his table, presenting your ass to him– Suho’s last will rips apart.

His grip goes from the flesh of your thighs to the curves of your waist, shoving you to his table with his bulge pressing against the crack of your ass cheeks.

You swear, you might die if that fat cock is not inside any of your holes in the next minute.

So you waste no time grinding on him, moaning wantonly like those porn stars that teenagers love to jack off. Suho lets out profanities. The walls aren't too thick as they look, he hopes covering your mouth tightly will send a signal, or a warning. Whatever way it is that he decode his message.

“Turn around,” He shoves his tongue inside your mouth, licking across every surface, devouring every piece of you. You gasp, arms circling around his neck while trying to keep up with his pace.

The lids of your eyes become heavy, mouth opening to catch breaths you couldn't do using your nose due to an overwhelming build up of tension. Suho’s head remains locked inside your embrace as you arch your back, a hand in his hair didn't know whether to pull away or push the professor.

A yelp escapes your lips when you’re, so suddenly, on your knees. You’re just there, at Suho’s mercy with your teary eyes and hands properly on your thighs, waiting for him to instruct your next steps. 

Your fingers fumble eagerly through his belt and sooner, a cock that is above the average length and a girth thicker than any dick you had taken is presented in front of you like a gift. 

A tug from your hair pulls you out of your trance, meeting Suho’s sharp and questioning glare when you look up.

''Suck,'' His word leaves no room for anything else.

If your father gets the chance of seeing this, he’d gouge his eyes out in disbelief. He won't be able to fathom the idea that only a word from your college professor would have his precious daughter scrambling obediently.

Ever so cruel– Ahn Suho didn't even offer the slightest bit of a warning. He tugs your head backwards, one hand prying your jaw open as he shoves his thick cock in. 

Thank heavens you had lost your gag reflex not long ago, courtesy of endless practice with the same cock, because if not– both of you would be grimacing at the sight of vomit on the floor.

Suho moves inside your throat like it's your pussy he's fucking, indifferent to the slight pain he's inflicting to you and the evident pricking tears in your eyes. 

“Shit– look at you, so fucking pretty,” His thumb caresses your cheek gently.

The professor pays no mind to the struggles on your face. The tears running down your pretty face as your nose and eyes slowly gets puffier and redder– if anything, it makes him hornier.

Suho dealt with you long enough to know that you love the pain, and you’re constantly reminded of things you can do should you not approves his actions so he have no qualms. He knows when to stop, and he knows what makes your pussy gush out.

His eyebrows quirks upwards as one of your hands disappears from his vision/ His curiosity is soon replaced with pleasure, and he doesn't have to be a genius to find out what’s going on.

Scoffing mockingly, his grasp tightens, your nose coming in contact with the skin of his pelvis area. Muffled sound of surprise vibrates on Suho’s cock when he forces a foot between your legs, placing it just right where your leaking hole sits. 

Embarrassment fills you, blood flushing your cheeks as you desperately moves against the older's leg, eyelids flickering to the new found pleasure.

Suho hums when you begin to bob your head, a thank you. The harder his thrusts are, the more saliva escapes past the corner of your lips. Your cheek’s lower area and your chin are now messily covered in spit. 

The fabric of Suho’s slacks darkens as well. You move on and caresses his balls before proceeding to suck them, eliciting a satisfied grunt that assures you’re doing well.

“Yeah, that’s right– oh fuck! Fuck, I’m–”

Unceremoniously, Suho pulls you up and sprawls you on his table. He breaths heavily as he flips your skirt and prods his finger between your pussy cheeks.

Your lips tug upwards. Who else can push your professor to his climax as fast as you could? No one else but you.

A gasp leaves your lips when the ripping sound pierces your ear drums, eyes widening. “Suho, what the fuck?! This is I.D. Sarrieri!”

Chuckles rumble in his chest, not believing the amount of brattiness he’s putting up to. “You need that mouth disciplined,” He groans against the lobe of your ear.

With no more than a slap on your inner thigh, Suho digs in like a starved man, hot tongue diving in his velvet walls while his hands keep your legs firmly open.

The pink muscle explores the insides of your hole more than it did in your mouth, slurping sounds echoing the four walls of the room. Suho then plunges two fingers without a warning, lips encircling your clit next as he sucks loudly, determined to yanking you to the border of euphoria.

“Suho– oh, oh so good!” 

Your head thrashes, hands reaching for air before landing on the edges of his table, gripping them as you hold on to the last bits of your sanity. Hips jerking upwards feverishly, making a mess on the professor’s adonis face. 

It must be the desperation or the friction you had been receiving since earlier that causes you to finally let go, enabling the older man to have a taste of your sweet juices. Suho is once again humming in satisfaction.

But it's not yet enough, no. He won't be sated, not until he finishes with the pulsating walls stimulating his release. 

That intense workouts he does pays off as Suho manhandles you easily, face greeting the board in a harsh press. His eyes darkens when he sees your expression. 

“Something funny?” He murmurs, grip tightening on your hair as he raises a brow.

A dazed smile remains on your face. “No, Sir.”

The clutches of Suho’s hand stays on the back of your neck. Your legs fold almost completely as the thick shaft enters you suddenly, sending you to clench at the unexpected penetration, mouth forming an 'o' because of how deep it is-- Your smile widens even more.

Clenching, drools, or simply; a mess. Those are the words Suho would say to describe your current state. 

To have his student going jelly over his cock, to have you moaning and thrashing for him– Suho almost wishes he gave in sooner. 

“What a fucking sight, huh? I should’ve fucked you when you first came in my class wearing those shorts that could pass as panties. How do you even– fuck–... how do you enter the campus without being dress coded? Ah shit.. do you also suck your other professors’ cock like you do with mine?”

You immediately shake your head. “N-no, Sir! Just you– I only want you!”

“That’s right, baby. You can’t do that to Sir, hmm? You’re fucking mine. You should be grateful I’m fucking you instead of my wife tonight.”

It was a lie. Suho lost any amor for her years ago. But the thought of the irritating wife fuels your desire of leaving your marks on Suho for her to see. For her to remember that Suho had never been and will never be hers. 

And the professor knows that. Hence the smug he displays.

Whimpering helplessly, your nails dig into the skin of Suho’s thighs– reaching for whatever you could of him. Your legs shake violently to his rough thrusts, even getting on your toes uncontrollably. 

It's electrifying, the pleasure you are getting. No words can amount to how Suho fucks you with so much passion, as if he'd taken up a sex related major in college instead of education and law.

Suho presses his lips against your ears. “Yeah, you like that? You like it when I make your brain all mushy? Always acting smart and mighty in my class only to go dumb over a fucking cock. My stupid bunny, always ready to take a dick inside her hole. Maybe I should do that, huh? Keep you tied up in my bed all the time, make you suck my cock before I got to work for a good luck, then fuck all the frustrations out when I get home. You’d love that, won’t you? You’d love being my personal fuck toy. Wouldn’t you, darling?”

Your head spins as you feel yourself flying away, reaching your own bliss. Tears once again race down your cheeks while your throat remains fucked out that you’re lessen to a babbling mess. 

A slap across your ass cheeks sends you jerking, high pitched moans near to seep through the doors and let everyone know the activity shared by the two of you.

“Suho! Yes, yes, yes.. fuck, yes!'' 

What are you even saying yes for? Is Suho fucking you so good that your brain got mushed up? Did the honored, top of the class student indeed become a dumb, whimpering mess? That stirs pride inside Suho. 

He's gonna make sure that you will never seek sexual pleasure from those college frat boys again, he'll make you realize that you only need a man to feel how good sex is.

Merciless thrusts continue despite the clear weakening of your legs, arms catching your waist to hold you up. It as if Suho’s brutal pace messes up your insides, tip continuously bumping against your sweet spot that creates white spots in your vision.

Suho groans loudly and with a slight change of his angle, the vigorous movements become a telltale sign of your climax. 

Legs stretching as you stay on your toes, tongue lolling out and eyes crossing– a white ring forms around the girth of Suho’s cock, your moans getting louder as you clench down on him due to overstimulation.

As the rhythms of Suho’s bucking became inconsistent and the harsh grip around your waist became harsher, Suho’s cum fills you like a dam. 

You ride your highs together, sharing an intimate and full of tongue kiss as you hear your phone ringing inside your bag.

Pulling out slowly, Suho salivates at the sight of his cum oozing out of your hole. He ushes you to sit on his table once again and goes down on his knees, cleaning up his own mess between your thighs.

Thankfully, your phone is within reach. 

“Why did you tell your Mom you went to cram school with me?”

Suho could only stare fondly as you giggle and snicker at the evident irritation in Sieun’s voice.

fin.

PREMISE

Set in the Joseon era, Hwang Gyeol (Emma Yoon) is the only daughter of a noble family, engaged to be the bride of Grand Prince Sagyeong (Park Jihoon), the second son of the current King, since childhood.

During the month before their upcoming nuptials, the King and Crown Prince are assassinated, making Sagyeong the King. Gyeol, who had been preparing her whole life to be a princess, must adapt to her role as the future Queen amid the chessboard of the royal court while also dealing with the budding, scandalous romance between her and her future husband.

CAST & CHARACTERS

✧ Emma Yoon as Hwang Gyeol 

The only daughter of a noble family and the betrothed of Grand Prince Sagyeong. They have a complicated history involving the death of her older brother, who was his closest friend. After marrying Sagyeong, she became the Queen of Joseon. By the end of the series, it is confirmed that she is pregnant with her and Sagyeong’s first child.

✧ Park Jihoon as Grand Prince Sagyeong

The second son of the King of Joseon. He is betrothed to Hwang Gyeol, the younger sister of Hwang Tae, his childhood friend, who was a scholar at the palace up until his tragic death, which strained his relationship with Gyeol. When his father and older brother were murdered, he was suddenly crowned as the next King of Joseon, a role he never expected to have.

✧ Moon Sangmin as Hwang Tae

The only son of a noble family, the older brother of Gyeol, and Sagyeong’s childhood friend. He was a scholar at the royal palace until he was tragically killed a few years before the events of the Red Queen. Moon mainly appeared in flashback memories and hallucinations.

BEHIND THE SCENES

✧ During filming, the cast and crew had no idea that Emma and Jihoon were dating. In fact, they only found out about them when they went public, just a month before the release of The Red Queen.

✧ The Red Queen was already one of the most anticipated dramas of the year. From Weak Hero fans wanting another taste of Jemma’s chemistry to the fact that it was adapted from a best-selling novel, Emma and Jihoon’s dating news made the drama’s popularity explode. After the release of the first two episodes, fans were hungry for more as they waited diligently for the next couple of months for all twelve episodes to be released.

✧ Most of the viewers were surprised by the explicit sex scenes, which made the series comparable to Bridgerton in its levels of spiciness. If fans thought the Weak Hero bed scenes were hot, then the bed scenes for RQ were scorching, because not only did Emma have nude scenes, but Jihoon also filmed them. His butt went viral among the Western audience, which Emma teased him about a lot.

✧ One of the main reasons why the drama became so popular in the West was not only because of the sex scenes, but they also liked the drama, history and romance surrounding the main characters.

✧ Emma and Jihoon had a total of five different sex scenes, starting from episode 4.

INTERVIEWS & PROMOTIONS

✧ The series became viral practically overnight, garnering thousands of viewers and maintaining that steady number all the way to the final episode. 

✧ After the first half of the series, the cast were invited to various talk shows in the US to promote The Red Queen. Emma and Jihoon were visibly more affectionate there, even sharing a few kisses in public, which were caught by paparazzi.

✧  One funny moment was when they were on the Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon, where he asked the director whether she knew that Emma and Jihoon were dating. She claimed she had no idea and that she thought they were just very good friends. Jimmy just deadpanned, saying, “well, they’re clearly more than just friends,” which led the whole studio to crack up.

✧ Jihoon went viral again for being the very epitome of heart eyes whenever Emma was talking. My man was not afraid to show the whole world just how much he loved her.

✧ Jihoon and Emma did one of those couple interviews in New York, where he revealed that he had been in love with her for two years before he finally confessed. Of course, he left out the part where she jumped him before they got together.

✧ Then came the Primetime Emmy Awards. Both Jihoon and Emma were nominated for Outstanding Lead Actor and Lead Actress, but they didn’t have their hopes up. To their shock, they both won in their categories.

✧ Jihoon especially didn’t expect to win since he was up against actors like Pedro Pascal, Robert Pattinson and Michael B. Jordan, actors that he grew up watching. His speech had Emma and the whole cast in tears.

“I really, really didn’t expect to win. I started acting when I wasn’t even ten years old, but I never thought I would be able to hold an award like this. I’m just - *starts tearing up before taking a deep breath* I would like to thank my parents and my older brother for believing in me. I would like to thank the cast and the amazing crew who made this drama happen. Last but not least, I would like to thank Yoon Yiseo. Most of you know her as Emma, but for me, she is my faithful partner whom I have loved since the moment we met. Thank you.”

✧ No one could deny Jihoon and Emma’s love for each other. After his speech, they gained a lot of supporters for their relationship.

AUTHOR’S NOTES

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“That can wait. She’s been ignoring us and ditching her classes, don’t act like you don’t want to see what she’s up to right now.”

“Mr. Choi will be calling soon.”

Seongje rolls his eyes and takes a jab at Baekjin being Mr. Choi’s lapdog, in which the other pays no mind. “Whatever, do what you want and miss all the fun.”

The call ends up abruptly, leaving Baekjin staring at the caller I.D. in disbelief. Seongje heads straight to your unit after throwing his stick on the ground, stomping on it once.

You’ve never given him nor Baekjin the password to your door but he trespasses anyways. For him, you’ve known them both long enough to be aware it is bound to happen.

The atmosphere in your apartment is akin to a museum: calm and comforting with a melodic music playing somewhere. He follows the sound, soon finding out it is coming from your bedroom.

Your blanket are tangled and bundled up in one area, while your feet peeks out by the hem. Seongje chuckles lightly at the sight.

“What got you all gloomy and sentimental?”

Leaning on your elbows, your eyes are wide enough to resemble an owl. “Seongje? What the hell are you doing here? How did you get inside?”

The man invites himself just like he did by the front door, and sits at the edge of your bed. Whether this is a consequence of having a literal criminal and a gang member as your friend or not, you don’t have an ounce of care.

“But I asked you a question first.”

You roll your eyes and slumps back in your bed.

Seongje pins you with a stern stare. “Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me.” He moves to your side and rests his back against the headboard. “Why haven’t you been at the bowling alley these days? Baekjin is losing his mind.”

“If he truly is, then he should be here.”

That ignites a laugh from him, shaking his head. They must’ve spoiled you too much that you’re now acting like a brat, sulking when you don’t get their attention the second you want it.

Huffing, you turn your back to Seongje. He observes the way your lips jut out in a pout and how you tried hard to divert your attention to your phone once more.

A notification pops up at the top part of your screen.

Sugang: Do you want to come over again?

The gadget is gone in your grip the next time you blink. Looking at Seongje, you see the evident change in his eyes. His thumb scrolls through your conversation, scanning fast enough that you wonder if he’s actually reading them.

“Okay, what the hell– give it back!”

“Who’s Sugang and why is he telling you to come over at his place?”

“None of your business, really.”

Glancing at the phone, he pulls you and settles you in his lap while he holds your wrist in front of him— basically forcing you to show what he wants to see.

The corner of his lips curls up in a snicker, one that you know follows a mean comment about your hook-ups and dates.

“A dick appointment, huh?” Seongje tsks. “How many dates have you gone with him? Did he even managed, at least, one orgasm out of you?”

Slapping his arm, you tell him off with his language. The dread then comes back to you, and prompts you in snuggling closer to Seongje’s chest, laying your head on his shoulder as you get a whiff of his scent.

“... no.”

His chest rumbles as he oddly finds your miserable life funny.

“So you’re telling me,” He tosses your phone somewhere on the bed. “This Sugang guy have stuck his dick inside you multiple times, never made you cum, and still had the audacity to invite you over again?”

You could only hide your face in his neck. There’s nothing else to do except to drown in embarrassment, especially with the help of Seongjae’s condescending tone and mocking chuckle.

“First was Park Yeongbeom leaving you in radio silence after telling you that his phone was broken, but switched up and it was suddenly because he forgot to charge it. Then Kim Palho stood you up just because his mama threw a tantrum about he shouldn’t find a girl and leave his mom alone. Hong Sijun doesn’t even know how to fucking mop the spilled juice on your floor, and Baek Sanghyun who played hard to get, making you set up several hangouts before eventually telling you he doesn’t fancy you.”

Seongje takes a deep breath, and lets out a scoff. “Wow, where are you getting these fucking manchilds?”

As Seongje recites all the men that had failed you for these past few months, the anger and irritation boils hot inside you. Throwing yourself on the bed once more, you muffle your screams using the soft pillows. All the while Seongje’s eyes follow your movements.

Drawing closer, he pries your hand away from your face and turns you to look at him straight. His eyes rakes over the messy strands of your hair before he brushes them away.

He sighs. “So this is why you’re misbehaving.”

A thumb traces the plush of your lips, putting slight pressure on your chin to open your mouth before sliding inside, meeting your tongue. Seongje hums in approval then presses kisses on your jawline.

“Suck,”

As though enchanted, your lips circles around his finger and does what he says. All the pent up frustrations caused by other men slowly fades as Seongje stabilize you in the only way he can.

“That’s right. You’re still my sweet girl, aren’t you? Just needed a reminder.”

Seongje noses your throat while his other hand caresses your waist, uncharacteristically gentle. His patience cuts off short so he moves on to tug your shirt away and finally kisses you properly.

You whine against his mouth as you circle your arm around his neck. His tongue licks into your mouth, engaging yours to his before taking it to suck on. Seongje is in the process of removing your shorts and panties when suddenly, the bedroom opens– revealing Baekjin with his hands in his pockets.

Seongje whistles. “Looks like you don’t need to go back to those manchilds anymore. You’ve got more than one cock to keep you occupied and satisfied.” 

You are coaxed to stand before your bed as both men assumes their position.

Baekjin’s in front of you, surprisingly not donning his jacket anymore, while Seongje presses up against your back, his growing hardness poking the cheeks of your ass.

After you’re all bare between them, Baekjin grabs your jaw and draws you in for a kiss. It’s not messy and full of spit like Seongje’s, rather it’s steady and establishing, like he’s asserting his dominance over you.

Two sets of hands wanders around your body. You think you might go crazy as your sensory fills up; someone fondles your breasts and plays with its hard buds, one hand cups your pussy and slips in to gather your wetness, while one other holds the back of your head firmly as if keeping you from pulling away.

A yelp elicits from you when Seongje unexpectedly turns you around. He slots his mouth on yours like he’s been deprived this whole time. His kisses starts a hunger in you and it will most likely won’t be satisfied easily.

Someone bends you over, and you know it’s not Seongje given by the smoothness and nonexistent callouses on the skin. Soon enough, Baekjin enters a finger inside you without a signal, causing you to jerk forward and comes in contact with Seongje’s cock.

When did they start stripping?

He takes a handful of your hair in his grip. Following his lead, you proceed to lick his shaft up and down to wet it. No way you’re putting that in your throat all dry.

And as one predicts, impatience– for Geum Seongje– is a loyal friend. Done with your stalling, Seongje yanks your hair and forces two fingers in your mouth, triggering your gag reflex as it naturally clamps on him and produces an ample amount of saliva.

“There you go,” He snickers and spreads it along his cock.

Inserting another one, Baekjin seems unpleased with your lack of focus on him. He kneels behind you and crooks his fingers that sends you jolting again.

“Baekjin..”

Satisfaction fills him up due to your breathy moan. Though it did not last long as Seongje feeds you his cock, holding your head in place while he controls the pace. You could only close your eyes and pray he have mercy on you.

On the other hand, Baekjin lets his mouth take over and enjoys your taste on his tongue. Your hans flies to grip on whoever’s arm is near, hips grinding on Baekjin’s face.

You stay like that for a while. And when your legs start buckling, Baekjin carries you to the bed.

“Hands and knees, baby.”

Disregarding Seongje’s scoff, you obey Baekjin’s order before looking forward and sees the former sprawling on the pillows. Seongje tilts his head, gesturing you to hover above him.

You’re ushered until he’s face to face with your breasts. As he feasts on the soft fat on your chest, a hand taps your thigh.

“You know the traffic light system?”

“Yes,”

“Good. Tap the bed three times if you can’t speak.”

Baekjin fucks you open using a few more times, and a moment later, a blunt tip obviously much larger the three of his fingers pushes inside.

“Uhh..”

Hearing your mewl, Seongje sees you with your mouth agape then scoots backwards, towards the headboard. “I wanna eat you out so fucking bad but I’ll leave it for another day.”

Another day? Heavens, you might have to charge your energy for another threesome with them.

Your head lols, moans getting louder each thrust of Baekjin’s cock. He plants one of his feet on the bed, changing the angle, and smirks when your back arches and your arms visibly shakes. Swift slaps land on your ass.

“So tight, fuck–”

“Hey, can’t leave me hanging now, doll.”

Seongje cuts off and holds your chin. Getting tired of him bossing you around, you roll your eyes and reaches to wrap a hand around his length when his grip suddenly transfers to your cheeks.

“I told you not to fucking roll your eyes at me,” He forcefully opens your mouth, sliding in your throat harshly. He fucks your face like Baekjin does with your pussy.

“Hmmph–!”

You scramble to search for something to cling to, your poor bedsheets taking the result of the overwhelming pleasure across your body.

“See, Baekjin? You shouldn’t spoil such bad girls like her. Look at that attitude.”

“Aah– You’re being too harsh on her, that’s why.”

“Bullshit! This brat needs to learn her manners– holy shit..”

“She knows,” Baekjin kisses along your spine, arriving at your shoulder as he murmurs against your ears. “What do we say, baby?”

Somehow wanting to hear and see what will be your response, Seongje pulls out and jerks himself.

“Nngh.. ‘m– ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry. I’m– oh my god– I won’t do it again.”

“Unfuckingbelievable.”

He urge you to take his cock back in and resumes his face fucking.

You’re so adorable with tears running down on your cheeks while your hands is attempting to slow Baekjin down. He supposes it’s only appropriate that they're providing you this much. After all, they need to satisfy your months and months of sexual frustration.

Then an idea pops in his head. His smirk blooms. “If you’re really sorry, you’ll let me fuck you.”

Baekjin perks up, squinting his eyes at the other in warning. “Wait for your fucking turn, Geum Seongje.”

“Who says anything about taking turns?”

Sinking his words in, Baekjin’s thrusts falter slightly.

You, however, being too cock-drunk and unable to talk, fails to register what the two men are discussing about. Imagine the surprise and confusion in your face when all the stimulations comes to a sudden stop.

“W-what? Did I do something wrong.. ?”

Baekjin notes you look like a deer caught in headlights. He tucks your hair behind your ears and pecks your cheek.

“What do you say about taking both of us?”

“Both of you– how?”

“At the same time. We’ll take it slow.”

“What if..” You trail, fiddling at the sheets. “What if I don’t like it?”

Seongje grins. “You will.”

In a matter of seconds, Baekjin and Seongje switches places. You’re now pinning the former against the bed with your whole weight, while the latter strokes himself behind you.

Smoothly, Baekjin’s cock slides again, emitting a whiny moan from you. He moves you on top of him, clasping his hands to your waist as he eases his size. Your body shudders when you feel something cold touches your asshole, followed by someone thumbing it.

And then it clicks.

You clutch at Baekjin’s arm tightly as one digit begins to push it’s way inside your ass. It massages your hole, making sure you’re relaxing and opening up before pushing another one, then another more.

Three fingers produces squelching noises as they curl upwards and scissors. It echoes lewdly that you make out with Baekjin so you’d think your tongues are the source of it instead.

Slowing down his pace, Baekjin kisses you back feverishly— you should’ve known it was to distract you from Seongjae’s length.

“Fuck–!”

Your body immediately tenses and both men stops their motions, observing you. He’s barely even past the tip.

“Hurts?”

“A bit, yeah..” Your fist clenches and unclenches beside Baekjin’s head.

“Do you want to stop?”

You shake your head, shallowly breathing in and out. Seongje reaches out for the lube again and squirts some more on where you’re connected. Then, he slowly resumes pushing in the rest of his cock.

"Wait, oh god..."

Eyes shutting tight, your nails dig in the skin of his wrist but Seongje refuses to let go of your hips. Baekjin scratches your head gently, anything to cut your attention in half, away from the burn.

Soon, the pain gradually becomes pleasure. You angle your head and meets Baekjin’s mouth, letting him swallow your moans. “Uh uh uh– yes! Yes, fuck. So good–”

Seongje throws his head back, though quickly staring back at your hole again because it’s just a mesmerizing sight. How your tight ass grips onto his cock hungrily. Fuck, he might come at the thought of being the first one to stick his cock in it.

He slaps your cheek, watching as it reddens. Baekjin’s pace fastens as he takes in the way your face contorts, unable to mask the overwhelming pleasure.

“You think those men can make you feel this good, baby?” He tsks. “You could’ve gone to us, to me, and save your self the hassle. Those men don’t deserve you. You’re mine.”

"She's ours, Baekjin. Learn how to fucking share."

Whimpering, a drool slips past your lips in which Baekjin wipes off and licks. Even with his thumb muffling your noises, it still rings across the whole bedroom due to how hard Seongje is fucking in to you.

A violent jab at your sweet spot snatches the breath away from your lungs as your eyes rolls to the back your head.

“So fucking pretty,” Baekjin rumbles.

A hand yanks your hair and you’re forced to meet Seongje’s eyes in a dizzy haze. “What do we say?”

It costs you almost a minute before conjuring an answer. Fortunately, they pay it no mind because of how sweet your words sound.

“Thank you– oh oh hnngh.. thankyouthankyouthankyou. Feels so good!”

Seongje laughs, pulling you close to his chest and spits in your mouth. Gulping it down, you stuck your tongue out to show him, earning approval as he licks your cheek and pushes you down on Baekjin again.

“Good girl.”

A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing enough to put your mind in a pleasurable haze. “You like that? You like it when he calls you a good girl? Are you gonna be good for us after this?”

“Y– yheees. ‘m good, I’ll be good– please.”

As Baekjin continuously targets your g-spot, your scream pierces through their ears as you starts to thrash between them. With a few more thrusts, you’re clenching down on their cocks uncontrollably.

The two men shares a grunt at your tightness as they eagerly follows their own climax, each losing their own rhythm resulting in a messy and uncoordinated movements. 

Before long, Seongje pulls out and strokes his cock over your ass, letting out a loud moan as he paints your back with his sticky cum. While Baekjin takes the reigns on your hips, fucking upwards, uncaring about the obscene skin slapping that probably reaches your next neighbor.

“Inside?”

Not affording to speak anymore, you opt in kissing him deeply in hopes to convey your answer. Baekjin grunts in return and buries his cock deep inside you, his cum shooting to your walls until some spills out of your hole. He fucks a couple more times and finally calms down when the cum starts foaming up around his cock.

When he finally withdraws as well, all three of you are breathing heavily. You slump on Baekjin, no longer has energy to do anything else. Seongje leaves the room and comes back with a clean towel to wipe you down, throwing said towel somewhere in the room after doing so.

Gently, Baekjin ushers you to the side. Seongje, soon, lays down on your other side.

“Don’t ever contact those men again, or I’ll have the Union deal with them. Alright?”

Giggling, you nod your head before placing a sweet kiss on his lips, giving the same to Seongjae.

“Okay,” You tug them closer. “Can you buy me strawberries though? I’m kinda craving them. And chocolates!”

“We’ll buy you some later, after you eat your lunch.”

“But I want to have it now. Wait– how’d you know I haven’t eaten?”

And as if you didn’t act like they didn’t exist from the past whole week, you’re back to being their spoiled bratty princess again.

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credits to @viviansturns for the ribbon divider!