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Military service

Set during the final episode of How to Fight. Adult sex. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (woman receives). Mention of alcohol.

You pick up your boyfriend from a party, where he got incredibly drunk, and he says goodnight to you.

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With a huff, you drop your keys into the small bowl by the entrance, wipe the sweat from your brow with your forearm, and your gaze falls to the small entryway step. Taehoon is sitting there, struggling with the laces of his combat boots.

You leaned his backpack against the side, the one you carried from downtown to your apartment because he was so drunk he could barely stand, your back ached, and your eyes were heavy with sleep.

You knelt in front of him, guiding his useless hands, starting to untie one boot, then the other, taking one off while he worked on the other. You listened to his babble, singing some song that had stuck in his head at his friend's wedding, and smiled, tightening your grip on his torso as you helped him walk to your room.

"I love you, I love you, I love you..." he mumbled from the bed, sitting upright as if he were still in the military. You replied that you loved him too, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. "Kiss... don't laugh, baby... give me a kiss."

You shook your head with a smile at his demand, trying to look threatening with your brow furrowed.

"You reek of alcohol. I'll help you change your clothes, and then you'll brush your teeth," you heard his complaints. You slid the shirt off his shoulders and placed it on the nightstand. "Then I'll give you all the kisses you want, okay?"

He nodded, having no choice, taking your hands when you extended them. You left him standing in the middle of the room before heading to the closet, searching for one of his pants that might be there. You were sure there was one; you'd seen it two weeks ago, but you couldn't remember where you'd put it.

After five minutes, you found it. It was almost at the back. You started to get irritated when Taehoon began complaining loudly that he wanted more alcohol, dancing foolishly to music that wasn't there.

They were black and white plaid cotton pants, surely more comfortable than the ones he was wearing now.

You knelt on the floor, unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper, all under Taehoon's watchful gaze. He licked his lips and started to get aroused, misinterpreting the situation. When your innocent little eyes saw him, it only made his cock harder. The mere touch of your hand as you pulled down his pants made him moan shamelessly under his breath.

"What?" you asked with a laugh.

You tapped his ankles with your fingers to get his feet out of the military uniform before putting on his cotton pants and helping him pull them up. When you stood up, the first thing you saw was his little pout, trying to look cute so you'd give him what he wanted. But it didn't work on you, at least not this time.

You hooked your fingers in his black compression shirt and pulled that off too, grabbing one of your own. The first one you could reach was a Juventus shirt with the number 21. It was a little tight on him; he'd definitely grown in more ways than one during his military service.

Intertwining your hands, you went to the bathroom, turned on the light, and let him go in first. You stifled a laugh when you saw him almost hit his head on the door frame.

It took you almost fifteen minutes to brush his teeth because he wouldn't stay still, trying to kiss you with the mixture of toothpaste and saliva in his mouth.

You sighed with relief when you could finally lie down. It had been a long day studying for a university final, and it had been even longer when you got a call from Taehoon's phone to tell you that, indeed, today was the day his military service ended and that he was at a wedding, which he hadn't invited you to as his date. Although that wasn't what bothered you about the call; it was the reason he hadn't told you his service was over. You could have easily gone to see him, invited him to lunch, and spent the day together, instead of foolishly thinking it was just another day.

You instantly felt his strong arms wrap around you and pull you close; you had missed this feeling so much. Two long years of waiting, and finally you were together. You closed your eyes with a sigh and fell asleep.

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"Babe, please…" Taehoon moaned in your ear, wrapping his arms around you from behind, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your neck.

He was gripping your hips, his erection pressing against your buttocks as you tried to sleep, which was impossible with him hunched over behind you.

He'd been awake for a while, practically since you fell asleep. He was desperate to fuck you; who knows what he was thinking to get a hard-on in the middle of the night.

He whispered that he needed you.

"Taehoon, no… Tomorrow…" you murmured, trying to bury your head in the pillow.

You heard him protest with a groan, pressing his erection hard against you, making you moan softly into the pillow, and he grunted at the contact. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Babeeeee..." he pleaded, giving your earlobe a light bite. Without wasting a second, he quickly slid his hand under your clothes, caressing your stomach, feeling your warm skin beneath his fingers.

His other hand went behind your neck, to the nape where he began to massage, bringing his lips to your cheeks, leaving wet kisses all over your face.

"Please..." he whispered, not caring if he sounded desperate or not, he just wanted you, that was all he had on his mind. Sober Taehoon would never do something like this, you were sure of it.

You didn't even have time to answer; he was quick enough to move his hand to your rear, parting your buttocks and pressing his erection between them, rubbing back and forth.

He was so needy you could already feel him dripping through his underwear, his husky, moaning voice echoing in your ears. Just from the state you were in, you were already starting to feel wet.

"It feels so good..." he whispered again, as if someone could hear him, moving against you harder, eliciting several low moans from you.

You could feel his nails digging into your skin, keeping your ass open for him to rub against you.

He was drooling all over you, his kisses on your neck growing more and more desperate, his tongue darting out to lick every inch of your skin, his body trembling with excitement.

If you didn't let him do whatever he wanted with you, he'd probably come in his pants.

"I need you so much..." he murmured, bringing his hand to your breasts, gently caressing them.

"Taehoon... Mhm..." you mumbled sleepily, shifting slightly in bed.

He groaned in your ear, pushing you down a little further, squeezing you with a bit more force, and it wasn't long before he had your nipple between his fingers, twisting and pinching it.

"I need to fuck you... I want it so bad it hurts," he purred, giving your nipple a sharp tug, and the unexpected action made you gasp.

Seeing that he wouldn't get any response from you right now, he quickly turned you over in bed and laid you on your back.

Before you could protest, he captured your lips in a languid kiss, his lips colliding with yours in a primal way, as if he couldn't stop himself.

He kissed you so hard that for a moment you could feel his teeth grazing yours, kissing you so carelessly and desperately. Just as he began to press his erection against the mattress, wanting to relieve himself somehow.

They were so caught up in it that at some point they began moaning against each other, as if the kissing session was all they needed to reach their climax.

Almost painfully, they separated, breathing heavily and rapidly, nearly breathless from the intensity of the kisses.

When he looked at you, he noticed your flushed cheeks, the way your chest rose and fell with each deep breath you took. Oh, and those lips, the way you looked at him with such mischief. He couldn't help but lick his own.

At that same moment, he felt his cock throb within the confines of the pants you'd put on him. As if it were a final, desperate act, he buried his face between your breasts, taking advantage of the fact that your shirt had been lifted during the kisses. He clumsily stuck out his tongue, sucking on your nipple as if it were the last thing he'd ever do.

You moaned into the pillow, pushing his head against your chest. He groaned at the sudden contact, sucking on you desperately.

Despite your initial reluctance, you now found yourself drenched, sleep a distant memory, rubbing your pussy against his thigh between your legs. He grinned like a bastard when he saw your state.

"Mhm... I want to fuck you..." he whispered again, pulling his mouth away from your breast, gasping for air. He could already see the trail of hickeys on your chest.

You smiled mischievously, rubbing your wetness against him hard. In response, he placed a large palm on your breast, lifting his face to kiss you, leaving no part of your face untouched.

"Can I taste you? Please, please," he begged slyly, tugging at your nipples once more, his mouth kissing you wetly and relentlessly all over your face.

Damn it, how could you say no when he asked you like that?

When he saw you nod, Taehoon gave you a malicious smile on his drunken face, turning you over so that you were lying properly on your back, lifting your clothes to have access to your thighs.

Once he had your legs spread, he licked his lips, eyeing your already wet, waiting pussy. In the blink of an eye, he buried his face between your folds, his tongue darting out and licking every inch of your flesh, licking your skin like a hungry man, making loud, impure slurping sounds.

You could feel his nose bumping against your clit every time he thrust his tongue into your needy hole, his hot muscle moving in and out relentlessly. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, leaving red marks from how hard he held you.

"Mmm, you're so hot..." he hummed against your slit, giving you a smile, then went back to licking you again.

You were so red, your cheeks burning as you writhed on the bed, your lips parted as you moaned, your hips moving back and forth, seeking more friction. Taehoon groaned as he felt your hand on his head, which you used to your advantage, pulling him closer and sinking him into your heat.

"Fuck-" you gasped, tugging at his hair, and he let out a low murmur in response, sucking hard on your clit and then plunging his tongue into your hole once more.

His cock ached and throbbed in his pants, and he couldn't help himself, unconsciously hunching over on the bed, devouring you desperately, wanting to taste your sweetness again and again.

Soon you began to feel that warm sensation forming in the pit of your stomach, your mind becoming increasingly blurred with each stroke of his tongue. Your juices trickled down his chin, his mouth completely wet from your arousal.

"Come, come, baby… come on my tongue," he said softly, working tirelessly on your pussy, with no intention of stopping.

And you were unable to contain the orgasm that washed over you when he licked and caressed you like that. You spilled your juices, and your eyes rolled back once you felt the hot liquid gush out of you.

You let out a moan mixed with a sigh, your face flushed red with pleasure.

Faced with the scene, Taehoon didn't have much to do. His cock, which had been throbbing painfully in the confines of his pants, no longer hurt; he only felt the heat building in his body. Only to feel the thick strands of semen spilling out, staining all his clothes. He didn't even realize it, he couldn't even control his own impulses, being so damn drunk.

Taehoon couldn't even hide the blush that appeared fiercely on his cheeks when you turned on the lamp on the nightstand and realized what had happened. He felt so embarrassed that he hadn't been able to hold back.

But you couldn't blame him. Every time he looked at your wet folds, he couldn't help himself; he felt all his blood rushing to his lower body.

"I love your taste," he said in a sweet voice, as if he hadn't devoured you like a starving man.

When you regained your senses, you focused your gaze on him, watching as he licked up the rest of your fluids, licking his lips when he finished, and then knelt down.

"I promise I'll make it up to you. I promise," he purred, and soon pulled down his pants, along with his underwear.

You saw part of his cock, the pink tip dripping, not only that, but it was all sticky with his semen. At that moment, you felt your pussy get even wetter.

Your legs remained open as you watched him, his hand firmly around his cock.

When he started masturbating, dirty, erotic moans escaped his mouth, moans so sly you could spend all night watching him.

Taehoon could feel his cock getting harder and harder in his hand, with each stroke, a small trail of precum running down its pink tip.

"Mhm... I'm going to fuck you. It'll feel so good…" she said very sweetly, but at the same time looking at you in such a mischievous way.

Once again, he positioned himself on top of you, his tip resting lightly against your entrance. His semen mingled with yours, your fluids mingling with his, creating a slippery mess.

You gripped the sheets tightly, biting your lower lip, your body involuntarily moving against him, begging for any further movement.

"You're so beautiful… I missed you so much," Taehoon purred, distracting you slightly, because right after that comment, he thrust hard against you.

He entered you in one swift motion, completely, without even letting you breathe. You went to heaven when you felt all of it stretching once more, your walls stretching to accommodate him, your tight pussy enveloping him tightly, making him groan in response.

"Fucking hard," he groaned, placing his hands on your hips, letting his fingers dig into your skin. "Looks like your pussy missed me, huh…" he grinned, as self-absorbed as only he could.

He slowly moved his body closer to yours, letting his weight rest slightly on you. His hips rocked against yours, his fingers leaving red marks on your hips.

Your mouth opened to release a silent moan, your eyes squeezed shut as he thrust deep inside, hitting that spongy spot that made you see stars all the time.

You swore you couldn't even hear yourself anymore, or recognize the embarrassing sounds you were letting out. The only sensation in your body was his sloppy thrusts, the tip reaching deep inside, occasionally grazing your cervix.

"Tight pussy, fucking good," he purred, his hips moving against yours almost involuntarily, as if he'd lost all control.

Just as he could no longer contain the sounds that escaped him every time you squeezed around him, your walls wrapped around his cock so tightly that he tried not to roll his eyes every time it happened.

You could already feel your body heating up again, you could even see the physical signs that it wouldn't be long before you reached the edge once more. Taehoon felt the same.

In a desperate, failed attempt to stifle his sounds, he placed his mouth on yours, kissing you passionately and ardently, increasing the speed with which he thrust inside you. In and out, in sync with the movement of your hips.

You felt your body tremble as he thrust his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch, wanting to feel everything you had to offer.

It was the final straw that made you come, burning his cock, making another mess of the sheets. The sensation of you moaning against his mouth, or the way he felt you come so easily, was a spark of electricity through his body.

All you understood were a few curses that escaped him, then his hot semen inside you. He was going to pull out, damn it, he knew he shouldn't come inside you. But how could he pull out when you were snuggled so perfectly against him?

You were both a mess, barely able to breathe, his forehead resting beneath yours as he tried to catch his breath.

And then he smiled innocently and whispered, "Round two?"

You rolled your eyes; he wasn't serious.

"No, Taehoon." "You answered, and he nodded with a pout of disgust.

He quickly got off you, rolled to the side, and hugged you from behind once more, keeping you close.

"Are you sure? I-hic… I can get hard really fast," he insisted against your ear, and you shuddered in his arms at his husky voice.

"I know, but no."

"Hic… you're boring." He kissed your cheek, and two minutes later he was snoring like he'd run a twelve-kilometer marathon.

•Appearance of the characters Manager Kim, quickie, smut, "just the tip"

This one-shot was written thinking about New Year's being in summer, as it is in my country. Logically, New Year's in Seoul would be in winter, but it's fiction!

New Year!

Taehoon says you're very pretty, and you know how it'll end.

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Dinner was delicious and entertaining, filled with anecdotes from Mr. Hansoo, Mr. Kim, and Mr. Jincheol, but washing dishes is anything but fun, especially with Taehoon hovering behind you. He takes every opportunity to stick close and place his hands in areas that could easily be misinterpreted if someone were to enter the kitchen. The first and second time were fun, but not anymore.

It was a considerable pile, and you cursed him, telling him to leave if he wasn't going to help, but he's still there like a mosquito buzzing around you.

He was already wearing his pajamas, unlike you, who were still in the white dress with the intertwined ribbons in the back—too comfortable, but it was a real problem that it was losing its shine. He'd made a mess. But everyone had said it looked beautiful on you. Even more so Taehoon, who whispered how lovely you looked every chance he got, all while pressing his body against you and the marble sink.

"You look beautiful, love."

"Thanks, but you've told me that twenty times already," you sigh, stacking the plates to one side to continue with the Tupperware containers Mr. Kim and his daughter Minji brought. "Seong Taehoon, don't you ever get too close to me again," you threaten, glancing at him sideways, holding a knife in your hand.

"But baby..." he complains softly, too quietly for the others to hear. Though you doubt it, they're on the balcony watching the fireworks and the occasional hot air balloon drifting across the Seoul sky. "We can go to my room, no one will hear us there."

"You're a pervert," you hiss. He continues talking, but you ignore him.

"Aigoo, Soojiya, I said to leave them with me to wash tomorrow." Both of them turn their heads when Mr. Hansoo speaks; Mr. Kim and Minji are behind them. Mr. Jincheol and Dabin are probably at the door.

"It's the least I can do, Mr. Seong," you smile, and you can see for a few seconds Taehoon's eyebrows furrow and his eyes narrow reproachfully.

"We're going to get ice cream. Any specific flavor you want?"

"I like sky cream or strawberry, although any is fine."

"Okay, we'll be right back," Mr. Hansoo says.

"Why are you smiling at my dad like that?" Taehoon spits out, and you start to suspect he must have had more than two bottles of soju because you can't believe he's jealous of his own father. You sigh after his question, thinking of hundreds of suggestive replies about his dad, but you just didn't want to face that kind of jealousy from Taehoon while he was half-drunk.

"I'm being polite, something you're not doing," you hear him huff behind you.

You wash every pair of metal chopsticks used today with utmost care, making sure not to leave any food residue on them. When you finish, you move on to the glasses with soda residue, pouring it down the drain, then the cider glasses, and finally the smaller glasses that smell of soju.

Fifteen minutes pass in that strange silence.

"Babe," he calls, this time closer to you.

His hands rest on your waist and his breath hits your neck, where you're uselessly sensitive, and he knows it. He smiles when you shudder. He presses his erection hard against you until you moan his name.

You throw your head back, and his lips press insistently against your neck, his tongue tracing and gently biting every inch of skin in its path. You feel a familiar tingle in your lower belly, and you hate being so vulnerable to his touch. You brace your hands on the edge of the marble, pushing your bottom back.

"I was like this all night, love," he whispers, catching your earlobe between his teeth. "It looks so cute on you."

"Taehoon..." you gasp hesitantly, as one of his hands slides down your stomach. You're afraid the others will come in and find you like this, and embarrassment makes your face turn red to your ears. You imagine him smiling against your shoulder as you shudder in his arms the moment his fingers brush against your clitoris through your panties. Your hand loops around his wrist as the circles become insistent and the fabric starts to soak. "Taehoon, n-no," you gasp, and he kisses your cheek.

"Just the tip, just the tip," he whispers.

His hands help you lean forward onto the marble, lifting your dress until he can clearly see your white panties with a damp stain. When he pulls them down to mid-thigh, he can see a thin thread of moisture on the fabric where they meet. He bites his lip impatiently.

His blue silk pants are going to be a mess, you think when you hear him grunt behind you, probably masturbating a little.

"Just the tip," you affirm, admiring the sight out of the corner of your eye. You see him nod quickly.

He doesn't bother preparing you with his fingers or his tongue, because even though foreplay is his specialty, he's too impatient to get inside you now. He's been waiting all night, touching your legs under the table, kissing you in the hallways when no one was looking, with you sneaking out of his arms to talk to Mr. Kim and listening over and over again to how he saved him when he was little and laughing at the silly things he said.

He was so jealous.

A low moan escapes his lips as he slides the tip of his cock inside you. It feels too good how your hungry pussy grips and sucks it, urging him to break his word and push it all the way in.

"Just the tip, just the tip," he murmurs, sounding more like he's trying to convince himself. "Don't squeeze it like that," he gasps in your ear, his hands gripping your waist tightly.

Minutes pass as Taehoon bites his lower lip while he fucks you with just the tip of his cock, going slowly and torturing himself.

"Fuck it," he huffs. "I'll do it fast."

With both thumbs opening your hole, the tip begins to slide in, filling every corner of your soft pussy. The slide is incredibly easy because of your semen and precum. A muffled moan escapes you as he fills you completely, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

Within minutes, his hips began to sway more and more, at a sloppy pace. His fingers wandered all over your abdomen, searching for your clitoris, trying to make those quick circles you loved so much. His moans were louder than yours, his mouth open and his brows furrowed almost painfully at the sensitivity of his cock throbbing desperately inside the heat of your cunt, which cried out against your thighs.

You shifted beneath him from the stimulation, trying to move away from his eager hips. Your face was flushed, and your hair clung to your skin, damp with sweat.

"No, no... Please, stay..." he said, panicking. He began to push his chest against your back, trying to force you against the marble. He closed his eyes, panting heavily as his pelvis slammed relentlessly against your ass. His lips traced your cheeks, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over your hot skin. It was incredibly hot, but it was nothing compared to his desire to fill your cunt. "Soojiya... Soojiya," he moaned in your ear.

You were breathing rapidly; it was too much overstimulation. Sweat soaked your forehead and back, your hands clenched into fists with pleasure. Taehoon's fingers continued circling your clit until you moaned for him to stop, pushing your ass back. Your stomach tightened, your center ached with an undeniable need as you came around his dirty cock, the pads of his fingers constantly rubbing against you, mockingly following the unpredictable movement of your hips.

There was a wet squelching sound between your open legs, and you moaned. The tip of his cock thrashed mercilessly, dirty-bathing your pussy with kiss after kiss until your legs were about to snap shut. Taehoon is so rough that you didn't even recognize your own voice when you squealed.

"Mmm!" Your eyes widened, and his cock plunged several inches inside you, a hand slipping beneath your belly just to feel you squirm tenderly around its size. "Come inside me" is barely a shy whisper that escapes your lips faster than you can cover your mouth with a hand and gasp in feigned disbelief.

His throbbing cock twitches. "Fuck, stop, don't say that," he half-heartedly dismisses.

It happens so fast... Taehoon's low grunts, his hoarse orgasm sounding more like a harsh battle cry. He's slowing his hips before holding your wobbly hips in place. Just as he's about to ejaculate inside you, his heavy body presses against your ass. You can still feel him grinding, though it's a little weaker.

He makes sure to fill every corner of your pussy before pulling out, but just the sight of your wet pussy and his semen leaking out and dripping to the floor makes him hard again. He helps you pull up your panties and pull down your dress. When you turn around, frowning, he sees all your smeared makeup, and a smile escapes him.

"Did you enjoy that?" he says mockingly, kissing you before you can curse him.

Five minutes later, while you're in the bathroom rinsing the dishes, Mr. Kim, Jincheol, both girls, and their dad arrive with two one-kilo containers each. You come back without makeup and in your pajamas.

"Soojiya! We brought both of your favorite flavors," Mr. Jincheol announces, and you smile as you approach the adults.

"Thank you very much," you say, bowing your head to the adults.

As they leave, you turn to him and give him the middle finger. Taehoon laughs.

warnings: drunk sex,sex in the kitchen, sex in the shower, threesomes, sex with and without protection, dirty talk, etc. Yeonwoo and Wangguk appear!

**Sooji reaches this number of followers one day before Taehoon's birthday.

Sooji reaches eight hundred thousand subscribers and the Yu Hobin company organizes a party to celebrate!!

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The live stream celebrating your 800,000 subscribers ended, and bottles of alcohol were scattered all over Yu Hobin's company living room. Some spilled their remaining liquid onto the floor, while others were stacked in towers by you. Laughter filled the air; everyone was incredibly drunk and had such contrasting personalities.

You were so bored that you started analyzing what kind of drunks everyone was.

Next to you, Wangguk was the sad, melancholic drunk, singing while crying, his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. During the female chorus, he pointed the bottle at you, using it like a microphone. Hobin was on the floor, his thumb in his mouth, asleep despite all the noise; he got drunk on the first bottle. He was a damn weakling, just like Taehoon used to tell you.

Rumi had been giving you dirty looks for a while, insisting that Wangguk change the song so he would sing with her. She was a jealous drunk, you thought they were perfect for each other.

You were surprised to see Yeonwoo drinking; he'd emptied several bottles, but apparently it was his first time, and he collapsed after the second. At least he had more stamina than Hobin. He was a fun and flirtatious drunk, telling jokes and even pinching your cheeks with his fingers—almost the opposite of when he was sober. He'd lost all his typical shyness; when sober, he couldn't even look you in the eye. He left little kisses on your cheeks, the same ones you'd previously complained hurt from his rough treatment.

Mangi was next to Taehoon, drinking one drink after another, and they didn't seem to be affecting him until he got up, complaining that there were no more drinks. He tripped and fell next to Hobin; they both ended up sleeping like babies. Gaeul had come, but she got a call from her father saying it was late and she had to go back. Snapper had gone with her, but she hadn't returned yet.

Gyeoul? Across the table from you, just like the other two, she fell asleep with her head resting on her arms. She grew tired of cursing you to get you away from her brother and finally succumbed after five or more bottles.

How drunk was Taehoon? Simple, you didn't know. He hadn't gotten drunk, so it was impossible to tell, or if he was, he was good at hiding it.

You stumbled over the words, singing with such feeling a song you knew by heart, a song you loved, but in that state and without your glasses, it was hard to read the lyrics. Yeonwoo had lent you his glasses, but they were a different prescription than yours, so it was even worse.

Wangguk and Yeonwoo were laughing at you; one of them bit your cheek while the other kissed it, their foreheads pressed against your head. You heard Rumi squeal and a thud, probably aimed at Wangguk, who still wouldn't let go.

"Oh, pleeease... Don't go, Hyeeyaaaa! Ooooh..." you screamed at the top of your lungs, ignoring the groans of those who were sleeping.

"You... really... sing so badly you give me a headache," Wangguk murmured with a smile, catching your earlobe with his teeth, eliciting a startled gasp from you.

"I'll smash your mouth in, you bastard," you reply, pinching his leg until you get a pained groan from him.

Everything seems normal. It's two in the morning, and the air conditioning is making you feel freezing. Wangguk had let go of you to sleep on Rumi's lap, who had long since grown tired of him and ended up falling asleep long before him. But Yeonwoo was still clinging to you like a piece of candy. His strong arms were around your waist, and his head rested on your shoulder. His glasses were on the table. You could feel his calm breath on your neck; he was drifting off to sleep.

Newtube had paused, and you couldn't find the remote, so the music had stopped a while ago when the professional singer (Wangguk) fell asleep. Somehow, Woo's body heat made you not feel so cold.

You open your eyes when you feel a change in the air, lift your head, and find Taehoon, his open hand extended toward you. A murmur of your name from his lips is enough to knock Yeonwoo off the sofa, who whines and whose hand grips the back of your shirt tightly enough to start a small fight between the two of you.

"Let go of her, idiot," Taehoon curses. They both struggle for a while, you watch him with your lips puckered, sure you'd heard the fabric tear.

"Ah, hyeong!" Yeonwoo moans, pulling you closer until, with a groan, you end up on his lap. His arms encircled your waist, your back pressed against his chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stick his tongue out at Taehoon. A giggle escaped you.

"Happy birthday, Taehoon-ssi," you smiled at him. His hand brushed your hair back, his thumb gently stroking your forehead. He shared a small smile that you barely noticed. They were both so competitive.

"What are you going to give me?"

"Nothing, noona's going to be with me," Yeonwoo interjected, placing a kiss on your cheek. You heard Taehoon click his tongue, grab one of your hands again, and struggle with him once more.

Amidst the pushing and shoving, you ended up in the kitchen. Yeonwoo leaned against the marble island and pulled you with him, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you against him. Taehoon closed the door and shushed himself again at the sight.

"I'll take this as my present..." he murmured when he was close to you.

"Hyeong!" you heard the shout behind you, but you couldn't care less.

Not when the birthday boy was kissing you roughly, his calloused hands cupping your face and his teeth nipping at your lower lip. You could hear Yeonwoo moaning behind you, trying everything to get your attention back. His hands tightened around your waist, kisses and nibbles tickled your neck and shoulders, your name escaped his lips as if he desperately needed you.

"Look at me..."

You turn your face toward the voice behind you, feeling Taehoon's hands unbutton your shirt button by button, his cold hands cupping your breasts and squeezing them through your black bra. One of Yeonwoo's hands cupped your face, his thumb caressing your cheek as he kissed you. Much sweeter and gentler than Taehoon. You pulled away, gasping, when you felt a hand slip under your skirt, its fingers pressing against your entrance through your panties.

"Noona, you're soaking wet," Yeonwoo teased, the one you recognized as the owner of that hand.

Why was he being so bold? You bet that if he acted like this sober, he'd have thousands more girls drooling over him.

"Me or him?"

"The donkey goes first," Yeonwoo laughs, teasing his now older friend.

"Me or him?" Taehoon insists, ignoring his friend's foolish words, which were now testing his patience. His grip on your hips tightens.

"Both of us..." you whisper sheepishly, thinking that this would stop the fight.

You don't notice that they both exchange a quick glance before touching you again and vying for your attention. They're not entirely on board with your request, but there's nothing else they can do.

Taehoon kisses you again, even rougher and dirtier than before, his fingers unhooking your bra and tossing it onto the counter. Yeonwoo places one hand on one of your breasts, squeezing it, while his other hand massages your clitoris. He leaves kisses on your shoulders and back, and Taehoon presses his body hard against you. You can feel his erection pressing against your stomach, just as Yeonwoo's presses against your back. You hear him groan behind you at the sudden pressure.

"Get on your knees."

You do it, so obedient it's nauseating, looking at him with those small, teary eyes of yours and lips red from kissing Yeonwoo and him, your breasts exposed and bare. He clenches his jaw tightly, eager.

The moment you pull down his pants and boxers, his cock springs out and he hisses as it hits against your abdomen. Taehoon moves forward impatiently, the tip of his cock bumping against your chin. You look at him, but he just shrugs, one eyebrow raised, before tilting his head to the side.

"Is this your first time sucking a cock or what?" His choice of words makes you blush intensely; the pounding in your chest was too intense to ignore, and it was actually starting to hurt. The situation has escalated in ways you hadn't expected.

When he gets a shy nod from you, he bites his lower lip, this time to stifle a moan. "Okay, okay," he says, as if to reassure you, before guiding your hands to encircle its length. "But I want you to do something for me before you suck it, okay?"

You look up into his eyes, noticing small beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. You nod, and he smiles.

"Sing me 'Happy Birthday'"

At first, his request throws you off. What did that have to do with anything? All you wanted was to put his cock in your mouth and try not to make a fool of yourself.

"Hyeong, you're dirty," Yeonwoo murmurs, squeezing his hand over his hard cock, which was still clothed, wishing so much that it was his birthday.

"Shut your mouth... will you do it for me?" He gets another nod from you, and you can see a spark of excitement in his eyes, different from before. "Good girl..."

You swallow nervously, worried about looking pathetic. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, thinking about how you were so confident in front of the camera, but now you were so shy it disgusted you, creating a thousand insecurities all on your own.

What if you sang badly? What if you didn't look good because of the sweat? What if the hairs down there had grown too fast? You bite your lower lip, lost in thought, until Yeonwoo's hand gently strokes your head, pulling you out.

"Just hurry, noona. Hyeong is so desperate he won't even notice if you do it wrong." It's not the support you needed, but it's something. You swallow once more, and without realizing it, your hands tighten around Taehoon's cock, making him grit his teeth.

"Ha-happy birthday to-to you-u... happy birthday to you... my dear Seong Taehoon... happy birthday to you..."

You moved a little closer, placing your lips on the wet tip. You opened your mouth, inviting him into your warmth, and he accepted, purring at the sensation of the moist heat.

You grasped the base with your hand, slowly massaging his skin as you sucked on the tip. And as you gazed at him with innocent eyes, his body drew closer to you.

Feeling like a third wheel, Yeonwoo took one of your hands and placed it on his bulge, urging you to touch it while you finished swallowing Taehoon. You pulled Taehoon out of your mouth to lick Yeonwoo's cock through the fabric, eliciting a gasp from him, before returning to Taehoon.

You noticed the two of them move closer to make it easier for you. You moved closer and stroked them, coughing softly from your attempt to swallow Taehoon completely. His hand, wiping the saliva from your chin, encouraged you to try again. His fingers gripped your hair as he thrust his hips slightly. Your right hand was wrapped around Yeonwoo's cock as he began to move your hand faster while thrusting his hips, fucking your hand.

"Breathe through your nose and don't panic. It's just my cock," he said to calm you, wrapping his fingers around its length, gently guiding you. He stopped moving when you coughed weakly. "You're doing fine," he tried to reassure you, biting his lower lip to hold back tears. Tears streamed freely down your cheeks as you choked on him.

Minutes later, you felt his hips tremble, his grip on your hair tighten, and a liquid trickled down your throat, making you gag. Taehoon slid his cock out of your mouth, and the rest of his load landed on your face. You saw him breathing heavily, trying to compose himself, but your small eyes staring at him made it difficult. His cock bumped against his abdomen again, getting harder and harder as he imagined different things with you.

"Get on the table," he said, biting his lip at the discomfort you were causing him. With your beautiful body and face, it seemed you were enjoying the attention from both of you.

You nod, lifting yourself from the floor with the help of his hands, which then move to support your waist to help you reach, his eyes never leaving your waist, adoring the way his hands fit so perfectly. You hiss as you feel the cold wood against your breasts, lifting your head to see what they're doing. They're murmuring words to each other, almost whispering so you can't hear them clearly, just vague words.

"...The ones over there are standard, I checked them myself!" Taehoon shouts in a whisper, so that's what they were arguing about.

"They probably won't fit you either, that's why we'll use the ones I brought!"

"Stop arguing..." you whispered, wiggling your bottom, feeling the short skirt you were wearing ride up, revealing your soaked panties. "Put it on already, Taehoon-ah," you squealed as you felt his hand slam hard against your bottom. He laughed loudly, slapping you repeatedly until his handprint was completely imprinted.

"Are you that desperate?" he whispered to himself, putting on the condom. He looked into your small eyes, and you stared at him, tears streaming down your cheeks and lips puckered. Again, he teased you, taking his already hard cock and slapping it against your folds, cursing as he thrust into you without warning, his mouth opening at the first push. A muffled moan escapes you mid-song, before Yeonwoo covers your mouth with his hand.

"Noona, shh," he hisses, a finger to his lips. "The others will wake up if you keep screaming. Or do you want them to see you like this? Watching Hyeong fuck you, is that your fantasy?" Your eyes follow every expression on his face, moaning against his hand with each thrust from Taehoon, who, seeing you talking, was going harder and faster. He was a damn jealous one. "You're such a dirty girl..." he whispers with a half-smile, removing his hand. You obey, moaning in a lower tone, but even that doesn't stop his filthy words.

He bites his lower lip and with his other free hand takes hold of his cock, moving it up and down in quick strokes. "Do you want me to cum on your face? Or would you like it in your mouth?" He smiles once more, disregarding your opinion. His index finger scoops Taehoon's cum from your face and puts it in your mouth.

"Clean it up," he whispers.

You close your eyes tightly as Taehoon's tip hits a soft spot inside you, he feels your pussy clench around him and your bare back tense. He thrusts there repeatedly, kneading your ass in his hands. Biting your lip hard, you looked so good like that, your hair tousled over your shoulders, watching Yeonwoo masturbate in front of you.

You press your hands against the table, trying to hear Yeonwoo swearing so you don't get lost in the pleasure Taehoon is giving you. But it's so difficult; you feel so close, Taehoon's hands squeezing your butt and his mouth leaving kisses on your shoulders. You feel his ragged breath on your ear.

"Do you like it when I hit you there?" he whispers behind you, and you nod quickly. You hear him chuckle softly. His hands move to your waist, gripping it tightly; they'll probably leave a mark. But the mere thought makes him even hotter. You wouldn't be able to wear those tiny, brightly colored tops or skirts you wear to film your makeup videos or vlogs.

He sees the tears escaping your eyes when he hits harder. "You're such a pervert... pretending to be a saint for those idiots, but the truth is you like being treated roughly, don't you?" he teases, his hand slamming against your butt cheek. You squeal into Yeonwoo's palm.

"Ah...you cry so beautifully, Sooji noona."

"You're a mess..."

You sob as Taehoon takes your earlobe between his teeth and Yeonwoo shoves his thumb into your mouth, forcing you to suck on it.

"Noona...noona...noona," he moans, his voice rising and falling before he ejaculates on your face. "...When I fuck you, I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow," he promises with a small smile, pulling his finger from your mouth to scoop up some of his cum and make you swallow it. "You like the idea, don't you? One cock isn't enough for a cute girl like you."

He combs your hair back and laughs when he notices your eyes staring at his still-hard cock.

"Noona..." he calls again.

"Tell me how much you want it, Soojiya."

"Tell him," Yeonwoo says, wiping away your tears.

"So much! So much... Taehoon-ah, please."

You squeal, clenching your hands on the table as you come. Taehoon follows after a few seconds. You gasp, trying to catch your breath. Your head rests on the wood when Yeonwoo releases you, your eyes fixed on the door separating you from the living room, thinking about the high probability that someone heard you.

And they're right.

Someone opens the door and closes it behind them, but because of your poor vision, you don't recognize who it is. As fast as light, you feel someone slide inside you, eliciting a gasp of surprise and overstimulation.

"W-wait... someone!" you scream, feeling shame rise to your face. Thinking about how stupid and messy you'd look like that, letting yourself be used and mistreated.

"But I need you so much, I want to fill your little cunt until you can't think and you're just a dumb bitch... who doesn't think about anything but me," Yeonwoo pants, now behind you, grabbing your arms and holding them with one hand.

They were so strong. Taehoon and him. They made you feel so small.

"I can't wait, noona, you're squeezing me so tight and you're so wet, do you really want me to stop?" His free hand slaps the other cheek of your ass, the one Taehoon hadn't slapped and which was now just as red as the other. "Huh, noona? Tell me."

"No-no... someone!" you insist.

Feeling your skin stick to the table with sweat, Taehoon lifting your face to kiss you roughly, so dirty and vulgar it steals your breath, and when he pulls away, your lips stretch, searching for him once more.

Just one more time, you tell yourself, but you don't want to stop. You think it will be the only time in your life you feel this good.

"What are you doing, you damn brats?" someone asks with a complaint. You notice it's Wangguk because of his thinning hair. You see his eyes widen as he realizes the situation, staring at your nakedness, Yeonwoo behind you, and Taehoon holding your face.

You close your eyes tightly, losing yourself in the pleasure, resting your face on the wood when Taehoon lets go. You take what they give you in small moans, looking into Wangguk's eyes. Your small, Bambi-like eyes are covered with tears, and a pout forms on your lips as you try to remain silent.

"Why don't you take care of her little mouth, Wangguk?" Taehoon suggests, standing in front of you and next to Yeonwoo. "We don't want the others to notice, do we?...Soojiya told me she wanted to do it with you..."

"Don't lie!" you squeal.

"I'm not lying, am I, Yeonwoo?"

"No...I didn't know noona was a little liar too," he whispers, backing up the older man's lie.

A groan escapes you as you realize nothing will work against them. You see the older man's silhouette move slowly toward the table and deduce that he's taking his time to look at you.

"Woah... you're a mess, hyeya," Wangguk mocks once he's in front of you, a large bulge in his sweatpants visible. His thumb is wiping away traces of Yeonwoo's or Taehoon's previous ejaculation—you can't tell which. "So you wanted to do it with me? I always saw you as a good girl, but they're the worst, aren't they?" You hear him laugh, and you frown, opening your mouth to argue, only to be interrupted by him. "What are you going to say? Don't swear unless you want me to fuck your mouth."

"Shit!... No-no!"

You hear the three of them laughing at you, touching every part of your body, and you feel so ashamed. You try to shrink back, but hands on your waist force you to turn over, leaving you on your back. A pair of hands cup your breasts, and you feel Yeonwoo slide inside you again. You hear him swear, but you can't see his face.

As quickly as Taehoon, he finds the spot that makes you arch your back and gasp loudly, trying to bite your lip to stop the sounds. One of his large hands gropes your thigh, teasing your G-spot again and again, causing tears to escape.

"Ye-Yeonwoo," you call, reaching out to him.

"What? Does it hurt?"

"No... kiss," you whisper, and you notice him smile. His fingers intertwine with yours, and his mouth crashes against yours with force.

The kiss is deep, with a dangerous yet pleasurable intent, a mixture of emotions on both sides; The way Yeonwoo's stingy tongue danced against yours was beyond description. But it was a way that drove you wild in every sense. At one point, which there was no need to interrupt, Yeonwoo's teeth clashed against yours due to the immense desperation coursing through him.

Not to mention the wet and incredibly indecent sounds that emerged from that obscene and vulgar kiss. Your weak moans and some of Yeonwoo's grunts filled the air. And that bastard even forced a smile during the kiss when he elicited a miserable moan from you. When you pulled away, with a few unhappy grunts and unable to accept the feeling of separation, your chest heaved sharply and rapidly as you tried to catch your breath.

Wangguk's hand slowly and patiently traced the area of your nipples, eager for the sudden movement they made as Yeonwoo thrust into you with such passion. You heard Wangguk's bones creak behind you, opened your eyes before closing them again when you felt his mouth against yours, moaning at the awkward position but quickly forgetting about it.

Your hands released Yeonwoo's to place your fingers in Wangguk's short hair, moaning against his mouth as his tongue sucked on yours. It was so dirty, a thousand times worse than with Taehoon or Yeonwoo. And you would have forgotten about the birthday boy if it weren't for his fingers circling your clitoris and his voice chiding you for your lack of attention. With a snap of his fingers, Wangguk let you go.

"Now you're not paying attention to me, huh? It's rude to ignore the birthday boy, Soojiya... it seems you enjoy the attention of all three of us," you sobbed from the overstimulation of your clitoris and insides; you were so tired. "Are you going to come on Yeonwoo's cock?" You nodded. "Then stop, Yeonwoo, make her beg for it."

"No!" You licked your lips as you felt Yeonwoo obey and slide out of you. Even Taehoon's fingers stopped touching you, and Wangguk's fingers that had been pinching your nipples stopped. "Why are you so mean?" you complained, lowering your hand to massage your clitoris.

Taehoon's hands forced your legs wider, and now everyone had a better view of your wet pussy—everyone except Wang, who was behind you and walked over to see the same thing as the others. With the three of them standing in front of you, there wasn't much you could do. You couldn't even cover yourself because they'd thrown all your clothes onto the kitchen island.

"So? We're waiting."

"P-please, Yeonwoo," your fingers stretched the sides of your pussy, thinking that maybe that would make them take pity on you. "Are you going to give it to me now...?" you complained, pouting your lower lip, sliding one of your fingers inside, whining that you couldn't go as deep as they could. "Give it to me, please, I need you so much, I'm so wet for you..."

"Yes... I'll give you everything, noona," Yeonwoo smiled, aligning his tip against your wet slit. "Anything you want..." he whispered, thrusting in hard, moaning with his chin on your forehead. It felt so good. You squealed, digging your nails into his back, not thinking about the marks you'd leave.

"Make her beg more, she's desperate!" Taehoon complains, hitting Yeon's shoulder but he can't help it.

"You're an idiot," he curses before his hand pushes your face to his, his teeth biting hard on your lower lip until you taste blood on your tongue. "Why didn't you just say my cock? You know I hate sharing."

"Taehoon, stop, that's rude," Wangguk murmurs, a hand on the birthday boy's shoulder.

"Sooji... noona...!" Yeonwoo gasps, interrupting the staring contest between the two.

"Yeonwoo..." you whisper, too weak to even scream with pleasure. Your fluids spray onto his cock, feeling him ejaculate inside the condom.

You close your eyes tightly, overcome with sleep, and only open them when you feel a finger wipe your lower lip, probably the one Taehoon made bleed. It was Wangguk, and there was no sign of that pair of fools. Just you and him, in the bathroom. You were naked, and he was fully clothed, watching as the faucet in front of you filled the bathtub. The water slowly began to fill it; at first, it was cold, but it eventually became lukewarm. Wangguk only filled it halfway and turned off the water.

"Oppa... What time is it?"

"It's a quarter to six," he whispered, running his fingers through your damaged hair, removing the stray hairs that clung to your face. "You fainted thirty minutes ago..."

You tried to listen, but you couldn't. You felt a sharp pain in your head, and your body ached, especially your lower back. Wangguk heard your soft moans and closed his mouth. With the handheld showerhead in one hand, he wet your hair and the rest of your body that the bathwater couldn't reach.

“Everything hurts…” you whisper, hugging your legs.

“I know, those idiots went way too far.”

“But it was nice…” you smile sleepily, noticing how hard you swallow. “I liked how oppa and I kissed, I’ve never tried it like that before.”

“Stop, Soojiya…”

“Why? Didn’t you like kissing me, oppa?” You purse your lips, resting your head on your arms.

Wangguk wanted to throw everything to the wind, to fuck you right there, so hard and rough that you’d never think of provoking him again. He wanted to; you had something that secretly drove him crazy, no matter how much he wanted to erase it; he liked Rumi, and he liked you. He liked both of you. But he knew no one could judge him; you were both beautiful and sexy. How could he not fall for the two of you? You were a little shorter than Rumi, maybe you didn’t have the same body type, but you were still so beautiful. So damn hot, staring at him with his wet hair and flushed cheeks.

"Because I want to fuck you," he blurts out, frowning.

His cock aches; it got hard the moment he saw you on the table, taking Taehoon from behind and watching Yeonwoo masturbate in front of you. You were just as submissive then as you are now. Your low moans, whispers about how you wanted it and how fast, the thumps of Taehoon's hands on your ass, and your whimpers. God… he's going to lose it.

“I want to too, oppa.”

Fuck it.

He turns off the handheld showerhead and stands up. He rips the buttons off his shirt by forcefully undoing them without bothering to undo them one by one; he had no patience. His pants and boxers follow, and he makes a pile of clothes in the bathroom doorway before locking it. Anyone who wakes up at that hour needing to pee can go to hell.

His cock brushes against your sensitive pussy, and moaning, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, your padded lips tenderly brushing against his as his heart beats in time with yours. Sliding his tongue against your lower lip, Wangguk's tongue slips into your mouth, caressing your muscles as they curl and intertwine in a frenzied dance. His large, rough hands grab your ass, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss.

Grumbling, you pulled away, your lips bruised and swollen as you stared into the smoldering brown embers of his eyes. His breathing was as labored as yours, his lips slightly moist and red as he leaned in again for another deep, passionate kiss. Once more, you pulled away from his burning lips, running your hand down the trembling muscle of his abdomen and around his thick cock.

The flesh was hot and heavy, your hand pulling back the foreskin and your thumb stroking the tip as precum dripped from it. A small, rumbling moan escaped his padded lips as he urged you to open your legs wider. After a few seconds, his hand forced you to stop as Wangguk wedged his hips between your open thighs, burying his face in your neck to give a sharp bite. Moaning, your hips shuddered slightly, urging his heated cock to slide into your needy entrance.

Grunting, he rubbed his feverish flesh against yours, the tip of his cock sliding against your clit before settling against your hole. You moaned again, wanting him to fill you to the brim.

“Oppa, stop playing with me…” you gasped, loud and wanting.

With that exclamation, he thrust his cock into your heat, stretching your walls in a pleasurable burn as he grazed every nerve. You sighed with bliss, reveling in how he moved and bumped against your spongy, slick, desperate walls.

Breathing deeply, Wangguk withdrew almost completely before thrusting his hips between your legs, the delicious rub of his cock making you tremble and moan. He continued thrusting at a slow but punishing pace, the stream of water dripping down his muscles as he pinned you against the tub with his body, pushing your knees to your chest. Vividly showing him how his cock was lost inside your cunt.

The water cascaded from the tub to the floor, echoing.

Moaning, you clung to his back, digging your nails into his shoulder blades, the knots in your stomach tightening and tightening, a tingling euphoria enveloping you in a sea of hedonism as your cunt throbbed: your orgasm teetering on the edge.

As if sensing how close you were, Wangguk moved even closer, a hand moving to rub your clit. That pushed you to the brink, the walls of your weeping cunt clenching and trembling as you squeezed around his cock, a heart-wrenching moan burning in your throat as your head threw back, your thighs shaking as his grip held you. Your skin tingled with the aftershocks of your orgasm, riding the waves of your euphoria as he continued thrusting into you, his rhythm slowed as he too approached his own climax.

Moaning low and deep, his cock contracted as his burning semen painted your walls white, the heat causing your overstimulated body to shudder with the excruciating pleasure.

“Oppa…”

“YA! Who the hell is still in the bathroom?! I’ve been waiting for half an hour, I’m about to pee!” Gaeul’s shrill voice echoes from behind the door.

“Just ignore her, Sooji, she’ll eventually go pee in the other bathroom,” he whispers, leaving a small peck on your lips. “Can you feel it?” you moan softly at the gentle movement of his hips, his cock so deep inside you.

“I got hard again, will you help me one more time? Be a good girl and help your oppa.”

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