#alan

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- gets you the most expensive clothes he can find and will lend you his no matter the worth

- loves his clothes on you cause he’s super tall and that means you’re drowning in his stuff

- asks you to redye his hair every once in a while and even lets you pick the color

- if you’re at his place, whining and brawling in his sheets cause you didn’t get to purchase some limited edition stuff you really wanted, he’ll just stare at you for a while, ask you what it looks like and then swipe through his Ipad for twenty minutes before tossing you a cocky grin "found it."

➺ won’t tell you that he got it until he can hand it to you to see you jump up in excitement

- you need to ask him a question about three times before he manages to pry his eyes off the Ipad screen “Huh?”

- gives in easily cause he avoids confrontation, but he’s still a hothead so there’s minimal banter

- tracks your phone if he can’t reach you

- quickly hurries to close his laptop, click away a tab or change the channel when you come in and he’s watching something -> it’s not porn like you had assumed, no, he’s watching topless men fight each other to death

- fast food til he collapses from a heart attack

・✫・゜・。

You were seated on his lap, your head lazily resting atop his chest, while your eyes were flicking across your phone.

It was already late, the reason you had originally come over long lost in your mind as you absentmindedly felt for the greasy bag that you had been fishing fries out of for the past ten minutes.

Alan nudged you with his shoulder, wordlessly signaling to you to feed him another one as his hands were busy working his keyboard, eyes fixed on his computer screen.

You let out a semi-hearted huff in annoyance, but complied. As you fed your boyfriend the oily sticks, watching as they disappeared further into his mouth with every drag of his tongue, your gaze flicked towards the untouched side salad that you had ordered for balance.

Checking if he was paying you attention, you found him pretty much locked onto his screen so you shifted in his hold, making him adjust his position so you wouldn’t fall off.

With a stretch of your arm, you reached the plastic container, carefully pulling out a carrot stick.

You bit away your grin as you slowly guided the vegetable towards his lips, watching as he parted them and leaned into your fingers, mouth agape before closing his lips around the orange stick.

A giggle slipped past your lips as his face convulsed in something between disgust and surprise. With a flick of his head, he spit the carrot out, eyes snapping towards the sad thing on the floor as he double checked what you had fed him, before resettling his attention back on his screen. “I told you not to do that anymore.”, he mumbled.

“You have to eat something healthy.”

nsfw

- intense make-out sessions on his lap, your tongue always finding its way back to lick over the metal of his lip ring

- sucks on your mouth more than he kisses you — whenever you feel his lips attach to yours, just know he won't stop until you've got permanent lipstick on there (hickeys around your mouth and along your jaw)

- loves the reaction that his lip ring pulls out of you, when he guides the cold metal against your lower lips or over your nipple and watches your whole body shudder with the cold sensation

- “how many?” whenever he’s about to finger you and the second you choose which fingers you want inside, he’s already guiding them to your mouth

- definitely lets his frustration out on you on bad days but makes up for it with intense aftercare

- even rougher sex when he's succeeded in whatever mission he had going on, turning all that excitement into pure lust

- prefers getting looked after, so he’ll let you dom him pretty often — if you promise not to tell anyone

- not a head-pusher, but he’ll rest his hand on the crown of your neck whenever you go down on him, just keeping himself steady

- not necessarily a fan of condoms but any thought of potential pregnancy will send him into a coma

- will ask you to blow him under the table to motivate him to work faster

- likes it messy — multiple rounds cause he wants his load all over you: your stomach to spread the mess, inside to watch it drip down your thighs and push it right back in with his middle finger

➺ will plunge it all the way in and continue to finger fuck you until you’re physically aching from overstimulation

I don’t have a taglist for this — also is Alan Baek's brother?

you stepped outside, thinking before finally calling back his phone with a few taps, and allen answered immediately. “where the fuck are you?”

you didn't answer, lighting a cigarette while holding the phone with your shoulder and cheek. “a friends. why?” allen scoffed audibly, not buying your lie. “i can see everything you're doing on that fuckass laptop.”

it's quiet on your side besides the soft sound of you taking puffs. “tell me why the hell you're at gunwoo's, and then tell me why the hell i had to find out by hacking your laptop.”

“they found out about ikfc, allen. ” you sighed. he leaned back in his chair at that, a sly smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “no shit, tell me how.”

“i can't,” you took a drag. “they just started trusting me.” he chuckles, his voice getting rougher. “you can't avoid me forever.”

“i know. when i have the time, we can talk.” you leaned back against the cold wall, closing your eyes in exhaustion. “about?” he asked a bit more softly.

“us. defining what we are. sounds nice?” you whispered into the phone, letting a bit of vulnerability through. “okay. fine.” he lets out a soft laugh on the other end, nodding as if you're there. “good.”

“you know, if you turn on me for your little side bastards .. i'm gonna get really pissed. might even send someone after you.” you let out a scoff, taking another drag. “why would i turn on you? i know what you can do.”

he shrugs, running a hand through his dyed hair. “you've just been with them a lot; hong and kim.” you finally laugh quietly. “are you fuckin' jealous?”

“correction: possessive. being jealous is for obsessive little shits.” you hum sarcastically. “whatever it is, it's cute.”

the door to taeyeong's apartment building opens, revealing gunwoo. “someone sent taeyeong's laptop a virus.” he panted out. allen chuckles under his breath. “go check on them, i'll be right in.”

gunwoo gives you a firm nod, closing the door behind him. “you sent them a virus?” you sighed, used to his tactics. “mm, well, consider it a favor.” he mutters. “without that virus, they'd find out about ikfc. and if they found that out? i'd be dead.”

you hum in agreement. “okay, well, i have to go before they get suspicious of me.” he sighs deeply, frowning. “fine, but come visit me later. you never stop by.” you took one more hit before stomping out the cigarette. “fine, you fucker.” you huff, hanging up the phone.

you opened the door to his spot, walking in casually; as you have seemingly a thousand times before. his gaming chair spinned around quick, revealing a dumb smile. “hey.”

you flopped onto his couch, letting out a long dramatic sigh. “don't pass out on me now, you promised we'd talk.” his grin didn't fade, you only groaned at the thought of the effort of talking.

“okay fine. talk, metalface.” he let out an audible laugh at that, shaking his head. allen stood up and walked over to you, sitting on the next couch to your head. “that's a new one.”

all3n's smile slowly faded, contemplating how to say and word his thoughts. “so first, what are we to you?” you swung your legs off of the arm of his couch, sitting up now. “i don't know.”

“what do i mean to you then?” silence followed for a few moments, then another sigh from you. “a lot. too much. like i'd cry if you died.”

“you would? how kind.” he laughs softly. “don't make a big deal out of it, dumbass.” you leaned forward, resting your arms on your knees. “i'm definitely making a big deal out of it. you never cry.”

“okay, you know what? if i .. open up for a second, will you shut up and listen?” allen nods immediately. “yeah, yeah of course.” you let out once another sigh, lighting another cigarette.

you finally opened up, and allen was giddy the entire time. he knew you had trouble trusting, so the fact that you trusted him out of all people? fuck, he could almost cry. almost.

“so .. what do you want us to be then?” you asked awkwardly, feelings definitely weren't your strong suit. “i want you to be mine. not kim gunwoos, not hong woojins, not anyone elses. mine.”

he grinned, turning his body towards you and folding a leg under him. “hows that sound?” you only hummed in thought. “sounds like jealousy, but ..” you contemplated, staring up at the roof and taking a long hit of your cigarette. “fine, let's give it a shot.”

“so you're mine now?” he said skeptically, raising an eyebrow. he looked you in the eye, even if you didn't look at him back. “yes, allen. we're dating.” you said irritabily. “so then, i can kiss you .. right?”

silence, he wonders if he's overstepped. “fine. make it quick.” allen immediately pulled you in, pressing his lips against yours firmly. he lets out a small chuckle against your mouth. “fuck, you tastes like cigarettes, gross.”

you scoff, crashing onto him again. truth is he fucking loved your taste — cigarettes, hint of mint, something sweet. “your lip ring is getting in the way.” you whisper, biting his lip softly.

allen only smirks. “deal with it.” you huffed, tugged at the metal in his lip. “you're so fucking annoying, allen.” he chuckles again, diving in to taste you again, his fingers tangling in your hair. “and you're so hot.”

he pushed you back on the couch, straddling you carelessly. his tongue pokes at your lips twice as a warning, then pushes in without warning. he lets out a low groan when you bite down gently.

you roll over, straddling him instead. “i'm in control. got it?” your hand presses his chest, pushing him back with little effort. “you're so lucky you're cute, otherwise you'd just be the computer guy.” he chuckles at that, letting you push him back.

the door to taeyeong's apartment opens with a quiet creak, closing with a soft click as you sneak back in. “hey, 's that you?” gunwoo speaks up from the kitchen. “yeah. yeah it's me.”

“where were you? we were starting to get worried.” you kicked off your shoes, seating yourself on one of the barstools. “just visiting an old friend.” gunwoo hummed in response, leaning on the island in the middle of the kitchen. “i know it's late, but are you hungry?”

“mm, i guess so. what's on the menu?” you sighed, leaning forward on the island too and meeting his gaze. “i can make ramen real fast. i'm sure taeyeong won't mind.” you nodded firmly, giving him a trusting smile.

“cool. i'll make it right now.” he smiled back at you, turning around to start preparing to make ramen for the both of you. your phone vibrated in your pocket, and taking it out revealed allen's name.

stupid computer guy 🙄: don't get too close to that kim guy, he still needs to fight im baekjeong. he'll lose. so don't get attached. 12:59 am

with a disappearing smile and a soft sigh, your mind drifted to the possibility of losing this newly befriended boxer. truth is you were starting to get attached, starting to enjoy having others around.

“everything okay?” your eyes snapped up to gunwoos, a small, deceptive smile formed on your face. “yeah. fine. don't worry.” he smiled with you, nodding firmly and continuing his preparation of ramen at six in the morning.

you knew baekjeong was strong, but you were praying that gunwoo was stronger. after all, you had no choice but to join the ikfc. his threats and professional bluffing got to you, especially since you knew they were just warnings.

“actually, i'm just gonna get some rest.” you spoke up suddenly, a few waves of guilt washing over you. “save some for me, i'll eat later.” gunwoo tried to stop you, just to be met with a slamming door.

you rushed into the room taeyeong let you use, sighing deeply at the thought of betraying gunwoo, woojin, everyones trust you've earned. it made you sick. you laid down on the bed, burying your face into the pillows like it'd stop the feeling in your chest.

earning someones trust, pretending to take down exactly the people that you're working with — pretending to take down your boyfriend, getting those trusting people killed, all because of you. it's so goddamn twisted.

“fuck.” you groaned in annoyance. the thought of them finding out, you couldn't handle it. the disappointment that would be in mr. ims eyes, the lectures and yelling that would follow if you fucked this up weighed heavy on your mind.

two knocks on your door after seemingly hours, the door opened slowly, woojin and gunwoo on the other side. “can we talk to you?” you sat up and nodded, running a hand through your hair.

they both took a seat on the edge of the bed taeyeong lended you, a serious expression on their faces. “there's no way to say this lightly ..” woojin whispers. “we know about you. about .. everything.”

you sighed, reaching for the pack of cigarettes and the lighter on the nightstand. “we're not mad, we just want to know why.” you held the cigarette up to your lips, setting the other end on fire and taking a long hit. “how'd you find out?”

“taeyeong hacked an ikfc members' computer.” gunwoo spoke quietly, watching you smoke. “allen.” you muttered, sighed, put out the cigarette, and leaned forward to meet the two gazes staring at you. “so you want to know how, why, and where, huh?” the two boys nodded a quick 'yes' at your question.

with a sharp exhale — almost a scoff, you nodded. “fine. but,” you added quickly, pointing a finger at them. “you are not to beat up the computer guy with dyed hair. understood?” woojin looked at gunwoo, then they both looked back at you. “okay.”

“who's the computer guy?” hong asked bluntly, earning himself an annoyed glare from you. “allen. you're not to hit allen.” you laid back on the bed, thinking of what to say next. “aren't you gonna turn me in to the cops?”

gunwoo shook his head, meeting your gaze after a long period of silence. “no, im baekjin put you up to this, right? it's not your fault.” you nodded, feeling slightly relieved that you wouldn't have to spend the rest of your life behind bars.

“i need to go visit someone, i'll be back later.” you stood up suddenly. “wait, but —” you didn't stop walking, closing the bedroom door behind you and leaving the two boxers in the darkness of the empty bedroom.

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“Baek Jeong,” you called, your voice carrying a hint of irritation as you stopped in front of him, hands smoothing down the sides of your dress as if you could fix your mood along with the fabric. “I don’t like this dress. It looks terrible on me.”

He barely reacted at first, lounging on the sofa like he owned not just the room, but everything inside it. One arm rested lazily over the backrest as his gaze moved over you in that slow, deliberate way of his, taking his time as if there was nowhere else he needed to be.

You were too focused on him, on the way he looked at you and how little urgency he seemed to have about your complaint, to notice the other presence on the couc, at least not until the feeling settled in.

It wasn’t a sound or a movement, but something subtler. A gaze. Heavy, persistent, and very much aware of you. The kind of attention that tried to stay hidden but failed simply because of how intense it was.

Your head tilted slightly, curiosity replacing irritation as you followed the feeling... and that’s when you saw him.

Green hair catching the light, posture just a little too stiff, like he wasn’t sure how to exist comfortably in the same space as you. The moment your eyes met his, your expression shifted almost instantly, frustration melting into something softer, more playful, the corner of your lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Hey, Allen,” you greeted, lifting your hand in a light wave, your voice dipping just enough to make the greeting feel more personal than it needed to be.

His reaction was immediate and impossible to miss. He swallowed, his throat moving visibly as his eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment before betraying him, flickering downward in a way that was quick but not quick enough to go unnoticed.

“H—hey,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual, rougher too, as if it had caught somewhere on the way out.

Baek noticed the shift in the room long before anything needed to be said about it.

“Babydoll,” he cut in, his tone smooth and grounded, carrying that quiet possessiveness he never really tried to hide. “That dress looks great on you.”

His hands found your waist with ease, pulling you closer without hesitation, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His grip was firm, fingers pressing into your hips in a way that felt both familiar and intentional, like a reminder meant for more than just you.

“Besides,” he continued, his voice lowering as he leaned in closer, his breath brushing near your ear, “don’t worry about it. I’ll take it off later.”

You let out a soft breath in response, leaning into him just enough to match his tone, allowing yourself to be guided as he pulled you down onto his lap.

“I can’t wait,” you murmured, your lips close enough to his that your words felt shared rather than spoken.

His attention shifted to your neck, warm and unhurried, his lips trailing there in a way that was more claiming than affectionate, and your body reacted naturally, your mouth parting slightly as a quiet sigh slipped past your lips.

But your focus didn’t stay on him.

Instead, your gaze drifted intentionally, deliberately, back to Allen. He hadn’t moved.

If anything, he looked worse than before, like he didn’t know where to look anymore but couldn’t bring himself to look away either. His posture was tense, his hands loosely clenched in his lap, and there was something unmistakable in his expression, something caught between nervousness and something far more dangerous.

You bit your lip lightly as you held his gaze, letting the moment stretch just enough before you lifted your hand and blew him a kiss. The effect was immediate.

His composure faltered, just slightly, but enough for you to see it clearly. His shoulders tensed, his breath hitching in a way he probably hadn’t meant for anyone to notice, and for a second he looked completely unsure of what to do with himself.

“Don’t you think the dress looks good on me, Allen?” you asked, your tone light, almost curious, though your eyes carried something much more deliberate.

Baek didn’t interrupt. If anything, the faint curve of his lips suggested he was aware of exactly what you were doing and had no interest in stopping you.

Allen, on the other hand, seemed caught somewhere between answering and not daring to. His lips parted slightly, like he was about to speak, but nothing came out, his thoughts clearly running faster than he could keep up with.

You let your expression shift into a small pout.

“What? You don’t like it?” you pressed, tilting your head as if genuinely disappointed. “Maybe you need to look more closely.”

Before either of them could respond, you moved.

Sliding off Baek’s lap with unhurried confidence, you closed the distance between you and Allen, each step measured, intentional. When you reached him, you didn’t hesitate. You climbed onto his lap as if it were the most natural decision in the world, positioning yourself comfortably with one leg on either side of him.

Up close, he was even more affected. You could feel it, the tension in his body, the way his breath changed, the subtle tremor he couldn’t quite control.

Your arms settled loosely around his neck, your body close enough that there was no space left for doubt.

“You shouldn’t…” he began quietly, his voice strained, uncertain, his hands hovering awkwardly as if he didn’t know where they were allowed to be.

You leaned in just slightly, your presence steady, overwhelming in the quietest way.

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him softly, your tone calm but carrying a quiet authority. “He asked you what you think of the dress…”

There was a faint edge of complaint in your voice now, like he was the one making things difficult.

“Feel it,” you continued, reaching for his hands and guiding them to your hips yourself. “Then tell me.”

The moment your hands left his, he froze, the contact clearly doing more to him than he knew how to process. His fingers rested there uncertainly at first, as if he expected to be stopped at any second.

“Don’t make me ask you again, baby.”

The word lingered between you, heavier than it should have been.

“It… it looks beautiful on you,” he managed finally, his voice uneven, his eyes struggling to stay focused before settling on yours again. “I love it.”

Baek remained where he was, seemingly occupied with his phone, though the lack of interruption felt more intentional than distracted.

A slow smile spread across your lips.

“I have a lot of things that look better on me than this dress,” you said, your voice lowering slightly as your gaze locked onto his, the air between you tightening in a way that felt impossible to ignore. “Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you?”

You leaned in just enough for your lips to hover dangerously close to his.

“I might need help with the zipper…”

For a brief moment, it felt like the world narrowed down to that single point of contact, like he might actually give in and close the distance.

Then Baek stood.

The movement was sudden enough to break the moment instantly, the shift in energy immediate.

Allen reacted before he could stop himself, flinching slightly, as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t, even though he hadn’t actually done anything at all.

“Enough,” Baek said, his voice firm, cutting cleanly through whatever had been building. “You can blow him later. Right now, I need him on the computer.”

The tension didn’t disappear, but it shifted, settling into something quieter, something unfinished.

You leaned back slowly, taking your time as you pulled away from Allen, your fingers brushing lightly along his jaw in a touch that lingered just a second longer than necessary.

“What a spoilsport,” you whispered, just for him.

And the way he looked at you after that still dazed, still caught somewhere between hesitation and something much deeper, made it clear that whatever had started between you wasn’t going to end there.

-

Hours had slipped by almost unnoticed, the quiet hum of machines filling the apartment in a way that made time feel slower than it really was. Allen hadn’t moved much from his spot in front of the computer, shoulders tense, eyes fixed on the screen as lines of code reflected faintly against his glasses. What should have been routine, something almost second nature to him, had turned into something frustratingly resistant, like every attempt he made only led to another wall.

He exhaled sharply through his nose, fingers still moving quickly across the keyboard, though there was a stiffness to them now that hadn’t been there before.

“Wow.”

Your voice cut through the room so suddenly that he nearly jumped, his head snapping toward the doorway with wide eyes before he even processed who it was. When he saw you leaning casually against the frame, a small smile playing on your lips, the tension in his body didn’t ease, it just shifted into something else entirely.

“Those are fast fingers you have,” you continued, your tone light, teasing in a way that immediately made his focus slip. As you pushed yourself off the doorframe and stepped inside, your heels clicked softly against the floor, slower now, more deliberate than before.

Your gaze drifted around the room, taking in the mess without judgment, the cables, the monitors, the scattered controllers, the empty cans that had been forgotten hours ago.

“You’re such a nerd,” you added with a quiet chuckle, though there was no real bite to it.

Allen swallowed, turning slightly back toward the screen like he could anchor himself there, even as he felt your presence getting closer. The cursor blinked expectantly, but his thoughts weren’t keeping up anymore.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your voice softer now as you leaned in just enough to glance at the screen, though it was clear your interest wasn’t really in the code.

Before he could answer, before he could even think of a way to respond properly, you moved again.

And this time, you didn’t stop beside him.

You sat on his lap.

The reaction was instant.

His entire body went rigid beneath you, eyes widening as if his brain had simply refused to process what had just happened. The chair shifted slightly with the added weight, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare react too quickly in case he did something wrong.

Not that he wanted you to move.

Not even a little.

His hands stayed exactly where they were, gripping the armrests like they were the only safe place left for them, his breath catching before settling into something faster, uneven.

“I—um…” He struggled to find his voice, his thoughts stumbling over each other. “I’m trying to create a virus so I can break into the police database…”

The words came out rushed, slightly shaky, like he was forcing himself to focus on something (anything) that wasn’t the fact that you were sitting on him.

You shifted slightly, turning sideways in his lap as if getting comfortable, one arm draping over his shoulders with an ease that only made everything worse for him. The closeness was overwhelming in the quietest way, your presence impossible to ignore as you leaned just a little closr.

“And why are you having so much trouble?” you asked, your tone curious, but still threaded with that same teasing warmth. “You’ve done this thousands of times.”

It was a fair question.

Allen was good, incredibly talented at what he did. This kind of task should have been done hours ago.

“Something changed,” he admitted after a second, forcing himself to look back at the screen, though his focus kept slipping. “Maybe they realized someone was getting in and tightened security… I don’t know. It’s just—” He exhaled, frustrated. “It’s taking longer than it should.”

The tension in his voice was real, but it didn’t quite hide the nerves underneath.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you murmured softly, your hand lifting to his face, your touch light but deliberate as your fingers brushed along his cheek.

The contact made him pause completely.

“Maybe you just need to relax a little.”

Before he could react, you took his hands, gently but firmly guiding them away from the armrests, placing them against your hips instead. The movement was slow, intentional, giving him just enough time to realize what was happening without giving him the chance to stop it.

His breath caught sharply.

For a moment, he didn’t move at all, like his body had forgotten how to function under your touch. Then his fingers flexed slightly, hesitant, uncertain, but not pulling away.

His eyes flickered, unsure where to settle, his tongue brushing absently against his piercing in a nervous habit he didn’t seem to notice himself.

“I—I can’t,” he said quietly, his voice lower now, strained in a different way. “I have to finish this before Baek gets back or—”

You didn’t let him finish.

“Then keep working,” you whispered, leaning closer, your voice brushing near his mouth, close enough to make the space between you feel almost nonexistent. “I’ll help you relax.”

The words lingered there, soft but loaded, settling into him in a way that made it even harder to think clearly.

“You shouldn’t…” he tried again, though there was less conviction in it this time, more uncertainty than refusal.

You smiled faintly, your gaze steady on his.

“We shouldn’t be doing a lot of things, Allen,” you murmured, your tone quieter now, almost thoughtful, but there was something underneath it, something that made it impossible to mistake your meaning. “But right now going down on my knees and suck your dick feels perfect.”

The green-haired man's heart finally stopped completely; it all seemed like a joke orchestrated to make him look ridiculous. How could a woman of your caliber be coming on to him like that? What did you see in him?

"I can't keep pretending I don't get wet every time I see you, Allen, that I don't imagine those quick fingers inside me, and how much it turns me on that you're such a freak and a loser." He should feel offended, she knew it, but how could he? He was analyzing her lips, no longer trying to hide it. His eyes were roaming over your body on top of him, something igniting within him, and all his fear disappearing completely, forgotten. This time, unconsciously, his hands squeezed your legs, making you smile slightly. "Can I kiss you?" he whispered.

"You can fuck me right here if you want," you replied, looking him straight in the eyes. You couldn't hold back any longer and lunged at his lips, intertwining them in perfect sync. It was a wet, noisy, sensual, and intense kiss. You were devouring each other. Allen didn't have much experience, and while you noticed it, somehow that only fueled your desire. Your hands circled his neck and your hips began to rub slowly against him. You both broke apart, breathless. "Can I please suck your cock? Please, baby," you begged breathlessly, continuing to rub against him, growing more and more desperate. He, speechless, simply nodded rapidly, breathless, too weak to speak aloud. All of this intensified as he watched you slowly lower yourself from him and kneel under the desk between his legs, your gaze locked on his eyes. A small, mischievous smile spread across your lips, and you bit your lip as if you wanted to provoke him even more.

"Get back to work, Allen," you say, "and enjoy it." Your hands lightly trace his pants, reaching the button and undoing it without a second thought. Allen had returned to his computer, but he seemed to be typing automatically; he couldn't connect two neurons while you were kneeling before him, begging him to touch him.

But everything went to hell when he felt it: your juicy lips kissing the tip, your tongue tracing its length, and your hands helping you find those places your mouth couldn't reach.

-

P2? I haven’t written actual smt in a long time....want me to try?