#ph1harmony

You nearly choked on your own breath.

“N-Not here… Someone could walk in…”

He looked into your eyes with that smug smile he wore so well.

“And why do you think I locked the door, baby?”

Your knees nearly gave out.

“I-I mean… we shouldn’t…”

“But you want to, don’t you?” he murmured, nose brushing your cheek, lips ghosting over yours.

“Even with your hands shaking. Even while blushing. I’d bet anything you’re dripping wet right now, just from being stuck in here with me.”

You turned your face, avoiding his gaze, but he gently held your chin, guiding you back to him. His eyes were darker now, full of that dangerous heat you knew too well.

“Let’s play a game,” he whispered, smiling sweetly.

“You stay real quiet… and I’ll do anything I want to you. If you manage not to make a sound… maybe I’ll even let you cum.”

You bit your lip, unsure whether to run or melt.

“K-Keeho…”

“I got you, baby. Always do. Just trust me… and stay quiet.”

He slowly knelt in front of you, fingers sliding up under your skirt with the kind of excruciating calm that made your breath hitch.

“Wow,” he said, voice low and husky.

“No panties, baby?”

Your face turned crimson in a split second.

“I-I was changing clothes… and—”

“And decided to give me a little present?” he grinned.

“You’re shy… but deep down? Such a dirty girl.”

He lightly traced your folds with the tip of his finger, just enough to make you twitch.

“So wet already… and we haven’t even started.”

He looked up at you, eyes locked in.

“Now hold onto that wall, baby… and try not to make a sound.”

The game had just begun.

Your hands gripped the edge of the counter behind you like your life depended on it.

Keeho was on his knees, eyes dark and playful, watching every single twitch of your body as he gently pushed your skirt up higher, exposing you fully under the fluorescent dressing room lights.

“You really came in here like this?” he murmured, fingers gliding up the inside of your thighs.

“No panties, no shame… Just a wet little pussy ready for me?”

“I-It wasn’t like—” you began, your voice catching in your throat.

“Shhh,” he cut you off, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, lips lingering like he owned the air between your legs.

“Didn’t I say no talking, baby?”

You nodded quickly, your breath catching as his fingers finally reached where you needed him most.

He hummed when he touched you — actually hummed — and the vibrations traveled straight up your spine.

“So wet already,” he whispered, rubbing slow circles around your clit with two fingers, barely applying pressure.

“You act so shy, but your body’s desperate for me, huh?”

You bit your bottom lip hard, trying not to whimper. Your hips bucked slightly, but he immediately gripped your waist with his other hand, holding you still.

“No running,” he said, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

“You asked for this the moment you walked in here looking at me like that.”

You gasped when one of his fingers slid inside you. Smooth, slow, perfect.

He watched your face closely, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“God, you’re tight,” he muttered. “So hot, baby… you’re squeezing my finger like you missed me.”

You could barely keep your eyes open. You were soaked, panting quietly, thighs already trembling — and he was only using one finger.

“Doing so well for me,” he praised, curling it just right.

“You’re trying so hard to be quiet, I can see it all over your face.”

He leaned in and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh again — a direct contrast to how filthy his words were.

“Tell me,” he whispered against your skin.

“If I add another finger, are you gonna lose it? Hm?”

You shook your head fast, eyes wide.

“No? You sure?”

He chuckled.

“Liar.”

Without warning, he slid in a second finger, stretching you perfectly.

Your moan slipped out before you could catch it — soft, but still audible.

Keeho’s eyes gleamed with victory.

“Aww, baby…” he cooed, voice mock-sweet. “Already losing the game?”

You covered your mouth with both hands, completely overwhelmed. He moved his fingers slowly, deliberately — curling, stroking, hitting that spot inside you over and over again with precision that made your knees weak.

He kissed the inside of your other thigh now, slower, warmer.

But the hand between your legs was merciless.

“You’re such a mess,” he muttered, speeding up just a little.

“Dripping down my fingers, breathing like you’re about to cry — and we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

You were close. So close.

And then—

KNOCK KNOCK

“Yo, Keeho! You done in there?” Jiung’s voice called from the other side of the door.

You froze. Your body went rigid. Your heart almost stopped.

Keeho, however, didn’t even blink.

He leaned up to whisper in your ear with that damn smirk:

“Guess you better cum quietly, then.”

And then he went faster.

You clung to his shoulders like your life depended on it.

Your legs trembled, your breath hitched, and your body was already tipping over the edge — all from the way Keeho's fingers curled inside you, relentless and knowing.

His lips brushed your ear, voice low and teasing.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl for me,” he whispered.

“I know you wanna let go… even with them right outside that door.”

Your mind was screaming yes but all you could do was nod helplessly.

His fingers worked faster, his thumb pressing perfectly on your clit, and you felt your thighs twitch as that wave built and broke all at once.

You came hard — shaking, moaning just loud enough to make it obvious, and clamping your hand over your mouth too late.

Your whole body pulsed, clenching around his fingers as he guided you through it with whispered praise.

“Good girl… fuck, you’re so sexy like this.”

“You did so well, baby. So fucking good for me…”

He slowed his movements, letting you ride out every last tremor.

You collapsed against him, face buried in his shoulder, too dazed to speak.

Keeho kissed the top of your head and held you there, murmuring gently:

“Shhh, I got you. You okay?”

You nodded weakly.

“Too good…” you mumbled, still breathless.

He chuckled softly and gently pulled his fingers out, wiping them with a tissue from the vanity as if he hadn’t just destroyed your soul.

Then he fixed your skirt and helped you sit down on the couch, grabbing a water bottle and holding it out.

“Hydrate, baby,” he said with a wink. “You earned it.”

You took it with shaky fingers, cheeks burning.

But before you could even take a sip—

CLICK.

The door unlocked.

And in walked… the rest of the group.

Jongseob was the first to speak.

“Why is it so—oh.”

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Jiung’s eyes narrowed as he looked between you and Keeho, both of you flushed, hair messed up, faces sweaty… and you sitting there looking like you’d just come back from a war.

Theo blinked.

“...Why does it smell like skin care and sin in here?”

Keeho, somehow not at all panicked, casually leaned against the counter and said:

“Oh, we were just… uh… rehearsing.”

Soul, deadpan as always:

“For what? A porno?”

You choked on your water.

Jongseob raised an eyebrow.

“You tryna fool us with that weak-ass lie? Bro, she can’t even look up right now.”

You buried your face in your hands.

Keeho just laughed, looking way too proud of himself.

“Okay okay, we may have... gotten a little carried away.”

“IN THE CAMARIM?!?” Theo practically shouted.

“You locked us out for fifteen minutes!” Jiung complained.

“I had to PEE!”

“Let’s all calm down,” Keeho said with his hands up, grinning.

“You guys should be proud of me. I was very quiet.”

Everyone groaned. You wanted to vanish.

But still, when Keeho sat beside you and slipped his hand into yours under the table, squeezing gently, you couldn’t help but smile.

Because yeah… it was crazy, reckless, and absolutely humiliating.

Your boyfriend loves putting you to work. Sure, he treats you to fancy dinners, takes you on shopping trips, makes sure your nails and hair are done regularly, and even bought you a car for your last birthday. But he doesn't spend all this money on you just to get nothing but a simple "thank you" in return. In fact, he is the opposite of a "provider boyfriend", despite your girl friends trying to convince you otherwise.

"If you don't appreciate him, I'd be happy to switch places." Your friend joked, slapping your upper arm after you got off the phone with Taeyang. "Ignoring that I do love him, a lot..." You replied, sighing, shooting her a smile. "I am also participating in the relationship, you know? I am giving back." She snorted in response, shaking her head. "Y/N, he is paying your rent!" You took a sip from your drink, looking away. She continues. "I know you are a thoughtful and attentive girlfriend. But... let's face it, you got yourself a sugar daddy. On top of that, he is close to our age and really, really hot."

You can't actually disagree, especially with the last part, but she also doesn't know the whole truth. It's embarrassing, really. You couldn't tell anyone if you ever want to be taken seriously again. And you hope your boyfriend keeps his preferences to himself, too.

After wrapping up your coffee date with your friend, Taeyang expects you to hurry over to his place and get ready. You have his spare keys and know your way around his apartment, spending most nights with him and enjoying the privilege of being served your morning drink in bed. Looking at the clock on your phone, you realize it's only half an hour left until he gets back home from work. You step into the bathroom within minutes of your arrival, grabbing the velvety blue box he left for you in the hallway and taking it inside.

Luckily, it took him closer to 50 minutes to arrive, leaving you enough time to refresh your makeup. You can hear the door open and close swiftly, as you put your earrings back in. "Babe?" He calls out to you, sounding surprisingly relaxed. The way he was on your case over the phone made you think he’d had a stressful day. You pull up the white, slightly sheer fabric of your knee socks one last time and brace yourself. As you close the door behind you, you place the thin, black rod between your glossy lips. "Mhh" Taeyang grins, hanging his jacket onto a hook. "There you are, my pretty girl. Were you hiding from me?" You shake your head, placing your gloved hands obediently on your thighs as you fall to your knees. It's a bit chilly in the hallway, stepping out from the steamy bathroom. Your nipples harden at the temperature drop, pressing against the delicate lace of your bra. Your boyfriend musters you a moment, a playful glint in his eyes complimenting his pleased smile. A yawn overcomes him, prompting him to stretch his arms to his sides, bending his back a bit. His slim fitted shirt rides up and reveals the smooth skin below his belly button, a wispy trail of hair right in the center adorning his body. You shift your hips a bit, pressing your thighs closer together. All of this is embarrassing, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't worship your hot, devilish boyfriend.

As Taeyang relaxes again, he knocks his jacket off the hook with his fist, dropping it to the floor. This was intentional. "Ops." Clearly pretending, as he stares you down, standing just a few steps away from you. You pick up his cues. Not that you needed them to know when and how to act. It's your first time in this role, but the fact that you are serving him, without backtalk, has always been part of any dynamic. You crawl up to him, on all fours, locking your jaw as to not drop the leather-clad toy in your mouth. The bell of your choker gently chimes with every movement. You feel his attentive eyes on you, still wearing this mischievous grin. You pick up his jacket and stand back up, hanging it up where it belongs. Before you could turn back around, you feel his heavy hands engulfing your breasts, digging his clipped nails into the supple flesh. You can't help the whine escaping your throat, feeling your sensitive nipples softening again thanks to the warmth of his palms. He presses his upper body against yours, leaning down to set his chin against your bare shoulder. He rests a moment, listening to your soft whimpers as he fondles your tits. Skin burning from anticipation, as your heartbeat increases. You twitch as he removes one hand from you, wrapping it around the handle of the black crop you have brought to him. "Didn't you forget anything, sweet girl?" He whispers, tracing your throat with his nose as he makes his way up to your ear, gently pulling the long, slim rod of the whip from your mouth. "Welcome home, Taeyang-ssi." You reply, laying on a cheerful tone in attempt to mask the slight tremble in your speech. He nods, pleased with your choice to address him formally. "I was just about to say..." His voice dropped an octave or two, as he is practically breathing in your ear. "How was your day?" You inquire, breath hitching as you feel the flat side of the cool, leather square of Taeyangs crop caress your thighs, applying pressure where your two legs meet. You didn't notice how hard you squeezed them together, obediently spreading them upon understanding his request. "Well, there was a lot to do." He sighs, placing a small kiss on your hairline, above your ear. The hand on your boob rises up to your neck, playing with the lace of your choker, pulling at it to let it snap back against your throat. The crop glides flatly against the thin skin of your inner thigh, up towards your heat. "You know, multiple projects with loose ends that needed to be wrapped up." He continues. The edge of the whip presses against the thin fabric of your underwear, hidden under the fluff of the short petticoat you are wearing. He nestles it between your clothed folds and slowly drags it back and forth, grazing your clit. Stimulating you, edging you, slick pooling in your pussy. You feel his growing bulge against your backside. "But we got it all done, thank God." He finishes, whispering in your ear. As he drops the rod, stopping your pleasure. You whine in contempt, making him chuckle. You immediately shudder at the cold of the hallway, the moment Taeyang fully lets go of you, allowing you to finally turn around and look up at him, with pleading eyes. It's criminal how sexy his lopsided grin is. "I'm glad everything worked out well for you." You tell him, earnestly. He sucks a bit of his bottom lip between his teeth, as he raises his free hand and pats your cheek gently. The smile he shows you is earnest, too. He lifts your chin with his thumb and index finger, and places a sweet kiss on your pouted, glossy lips.

"I didn't have dinner yet." Taeyang mumbles into your mouth, as he gives you a second, deeper smooch. "But before you kindly fix me some..." He begins, tilting the whip away from you, allowing him to hoist up your skirt with both hands, revealing your already soaked panty to him. You whine, close your eyes in embarrassment. He has seen you, he has fondled, kissed, bit and fucked your naked body more times than you can count. But wearing this skimpy maid skirt and bra in front of him, hell, wearing any of the ridiculous outfits he puts you in, and having him pull, adjust, and tear away any piece of fabric at any given time is probably never going to stop to be humiliating. "Let's get rid of your dirty clothes, right?" You aren't looking at his face, but you can hear his amusement. "I can't have my cute little servant run around with soaked undergarments like this." As you muster up the courage to finally open your eyes again, you directly look into his. He has observed you, noting all of your facial expressions. Your furrowed brow, the jitter in your eyes, your flatly pressed lips. However, he can also see how your body reacts, to his low voice and playful demands. To his absolute authority over you. Your knees shake slightly, while rocking your hips the tiniest bit. The temperature of your cheeks and neck increase, giving away that it's no longer just the chillness keeping your nips hard. You're turned on.

"Hold this." He demands, gesturing to the skirt. You obey, using both hands to pick up all the fabric. "We don't need this anyway." Taeyang comments, as he loops the strings of your panty around his thumbs and pulls it down your legs, allowing you to step out of it. As he nods, pleased, you let the skirt fall back into place, hiding your naked pussy again. He pushes the underwear into the pocket of the small apron on your skirt, and gently pats your butt with the crop. It doesn't inflict any pain over the cushion of your petticoat, it's more of a gesture for you to start moving. And you do, straight into the kitchen to cook him something to eat, throwing the underwear into the laundry basket on your way.

While you were preparing dinner, your boyfriend got comfortable. He showered, changed into a pair of cozy slippers, some sweatpants, a wife beater and sat down on the coach, watching the news. Even though he has a set of round chairs at the counter in the kitchen, you know he prefers to come down after work in the living room. So, you bring the food to him, placing everything neatly on the short coffee table in front of him. "Looks delicious." Taeyang praises you, as you set down his set of utensils. Your heart skips a beat. This man has you fully wrapped around his fingers. "Did you eat with your friend?" He looks up at you, noticing you didn't fix yourself a plate and chopsticks, as you stand hesitantly next to the coach, playing with your fingers. You shake your head. "We just got a drink." He raises his eyebrow at you with a neutral expression, waiting for your next move before digging in. You get shy, thinking about what you planned on asking next. It has become the norm to eat dinner together, regardless if you are role-playing or not. He would never let you go hungry and you know it. But, you realized while cooking, that you very much enjoy tonights dynamic. Especially compared to any pet-related role, it can get frustrating to not be allowed to talk. Therefore, you decide to become a good, submissive maid for him and show he gets to have more fun too, if you are able to run your mouth.

You fold your hands together, looking down at the carpet. "I apologize for being so crude." You lower your voice, stomach churning from humiliation, feeling your clit pulsate, slick cooling between your thighs. "May I eat with you, Taeyang-ssi?" You watch him through your lashes as he leans back and pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a big grin, showing his teeth, plastered on his otherwise soft features. He doesn't reply with words, just waves his hand in direction of the kitchen, prompting you to quickly gather the plate, drink and utensils you already prepared. You don't sit next to him on the coach, like you usually would, but you sit on the floor, still in arms-reach. His legs are no longer crossed, but spread widely, perfectly showing off his thick, semi-hard on.

You stop him from instinctively adding food to your plate, by taking the serving spoon in one hand and his plate into the other. You only start to eat after he already took a few bites of the meal, complimenting you again for the taste. The two of you make idle conversation about your respective days, TV running faintly in the background. You keep up your formal speech and mostly listen, only answering when prompted. Afterwards, you clean up the table, organize the leftovers in tupperware and put the dirty dishes and pans inside his dish washer. Upon your return, Taeyang shuts off the news. He hasn't left his spot on the coach, his left leg bouncing, arms crossed. You can tell that he can no longer keep it together, by the look of the tight strain in his sweats, by the pained expression on his face.

"Are you not feeling well, sir?" You cry out, pretending to be innocent, not to see the tent in front of you. You drop to your knees, nestled perfectly between his spread tighs. "How can I assist you?" You swallow, big eyes looking up at him. He shakes his head with a grin. "You know how, honey." Adjusting the headband crowning your hair, leaning forward and whispering, locking eyes with you. "That's what I bought you for."

It feels like he just shut you off. Your brain short-circuted, your mouth runs dry. He's playing, at least you assume he is, but this hit closer to home than you would have anticipated. This was demeaning, and a bit tone-deaf considering your arrangement. You can't help but shudder, feeling your hole clench around nothing, cold from being exposed this entire time. Your clit throbs at his hot, lopsided smile returning to his face. Just on cue, your mouth begins to rehydrate itself, as your boyfriend, your master for tonight, shoves off his sweats and boxers in one go. Did he pavlov you, too? "Go on." His voice snaps you back from your thoughts, his cock twitching deliciously in your face. "If you do it well, you even get to keep my cum." His voice got quiet towards the end too, you can't tell why that is. His amused look gone, but his eyes are fully fixated on you. You see something different in them, but you can't put your finger on it.

Having re-applied your lippies after eating, you take the opportunity to place a few kisses on his upper thighs, painting the skin around his dick in the faint hue of your gloss. He groans at the teasing, gathering your hair and fixating your head by grabbing you by the roots. In one long stripe, you trace your flattened tongue up his shaft, placing more wet smooches on his already deep pink tip. You worship his cock with your lips and tongue, drawing circles around his sensitive head and massaging his balls with your hands, wearing your gloves again, after taking them off to cook. Your mind is fully consumed by your boyfriend, feeling foggy, hot and sensitive. His groans, heavy breathing and occasional whimpers send electric bolts right between your legs, a tense ball growing in your lower body. Your cunt hurts from being turned on so long, with no one giving it at least some faint stimulation. The salty taste of his precum coats your mouth, as you finally take the tip of his dick between your lips. He throws his head back with a grunt, not giving you a second to prepare as he pushes your head down to fuck his thick length past the roof of your mouth. You yelp, taking a moment to breath through your nose, tears immediately welling up in your eyes at the burn in your throat. "Fuck, that's it." He moans at the sensation. "You really are my dumb, devoted maid, huh?" He raises your head slightly by your hair, just to slam it back down, your nose pushed against his pubic area. The smell of his body wash clouds your senses even further. "You have always been, doing all the perverted things I tell you to without any back talk." He continues, picking up the pace, roughly pounding into the textured walls of your throat. Your bell jingeling with every stroke. "And you fucking like all of this. My money hungry slut." Spit runs down the sides of your mouth, tears fall down your cheeks and snot collects in your nose. You could no longer keep your eyes open, only submit to him, get your face wrecked by his dick. It only takes a few more strokes until he cums deep inside you in sticky ropes, pulling you off by the hair one last time. You gasp for air, as you instinctively hold your neck. He pulls his sweats up and watches you collect your self, getting down from the high of finally breathing again, bright teeth grinning down on you. You cough one last time, before facing him again. You definitely are a sight to see. Eyelashes clumbed together from crying, red eyes, makeup smudged, your hair sticking up in the direction he pulled it to, wet mouth, spit covering your tits. You didn't even realize he took the crop back into his hand, until he glides the flat side across your tear-streaked cheek. "Go and fix yourself." He urges you, swinging the whip back and slapping it across your face. It stings, a lot, fresh tears welling up in your eyes as you whimper. He didn't go as hard as he could have, though. "It's late, we're going to bed."

You hiss as you pick yourself up with weak legs, putting Taeyang at an eye-level with your soaked heat. Your legs are shining at this point, from the wet mess that found no end dribbling down, with nothing inbetween to stop it. Eyes pleading, tired, so horny, as you look at him, hands folded in front of you. He snickers, ruthlessly pulls up your skirt in one swift motion and strikes your cunt a few times with the crop. Not nearly as hard as your face, but with just enough impact to blurr the lines between pain and pleasure. You whine, weakly trying to stop his spanking with your hands. "You actually thought that you get your pussy played with, huh?" He laughs, standing up, physically proving you who the one in charge is. He continues, looking down at your frail, shaking form.