#therealrome writes

“You did very well today. I expect you to keep up the same standard in the following weeks. Have a look at your account when you reach home.”

A feeling of warmth spread through your heart as you bowed your head at the Front Man. Not wanting to do anything embarrassing you politely shuffled out of his office, strutting down the hallway with your head held high. You felt proud of your work today. No doubt there would be a hefty bonus in your bank account as you straightened out the creases in your blazer before adjusting your dark black tie. You put on your best suit for the review and you were glad it helped you gain the Front Man’s approval. 

It was your first review after six months. It hadn't been long for you as a salesperson. You were sought out by the main organiser of the games, Oh Il-Nam. He noticed you at a restaurant, when you were convincing the waiters to waive off your bill. He saw you had charm and charisma to sway people to working in your favour. It wasn't long until he promised you high luxuries in exchange for recruiting the lower class to participate in his challenging games. You came to enjoy the job and the perks. The people were mostly nice. There was only one person that seemed to hate your guts the most.

You brushed off the intrusive thought as you passed by a door. Tonight you were going to party and drink ‘til you were dead. You couldn’t wipe off the wide grin on your face as you passed by a dark coloured door. It seemed there were other plans for you tonight as the door opened and you felt a strong grip on your arm as the person dragged you into a room. The door closed and you were stuck in the dark with a stranger.

A hand was pressed down over your mouth and your body was pinned against the wall. You had no way of escaping or getting help. Today was not the day for you to die but you were going to be composed and controlled. The person pushed off of you and the lights came on. You were in one of the VIP rooms, complete with multi-coloured artistic walls and a purple velvet sofa bed. Golden chandeliers and lamps lit the room up, casting an ominous misleading glow over the last person you wanted to see today. The Salesman.

You never knew his real name, nor did he know yours. Mr. Oh was very adamant at retaining privacy thus you stuck to addressing each other as 'Sir' or 'Ms.' You didn't understand what his deal was. The very first day, he took you out with him, he almost pushed you into a cyclist. It wasn't clear why he disliked you but the way he acted towards you was cold and distant. You had no choice but to emulate his reaction and feelings and soon a bubbling fester of distrust and hate brewed between the two of you.

A flush of anger rushed through your body as you took in his tall presence. His face was now a blazing red of pent up anger as he stood over your form. The Salesman’s dark blue tie was loosened and his hands were resting comfortably on his hips, his eyes were glaring menacingly at you. You were in serious trouble. How dare he manhandle you like an animal!

“Hey! What the fuck is your problem? Why’ve you dragged me in here?”

You had an idea about why he ambushed you but you had better things to do as you folded your arms. A look of defiance stabbing at his face.

“You know exactly why.”

“I don’t. So unless you’re going to just stand there and look like a whiny child, I’ve got better things to do.”

You were just about to turn towards the door when he finally breaks and tells you the reason he dragged you into the room.

“Why did you steal my list of recruits?”

Yes, you stole his list of clients and swapped them with random names and addresses. The real reason was that you wanted to get ahead of him. You wanted to prove to everyone that you were better than the Salesman. You wanted to be commended for your work and stealing his list certainly helped because you probably had a bonus waiting for you. The two of you would usually get into competitions to see who could garner the most recruits for the game and you'd often label the other with vindictive callous insults. You might have gone too far today but it didn’t matter.

“Me? Steal your list! Do you think I’d stoop that low?”

Yes you would. You did. And he knows you would. He really hated you. He hated how spoiled you became in your position. You had no respect for the games and its significance. All you cared about was money as he inhaled harshly. He was restraining himself from strangling you. However, some part of him was getting desperate about your body. Suits were an attractive look on you as he took in your tapered trousers and tight fit button shirt. Your red tie sat comfortably against the swell of your breasts. He shook his head to brush off the lewd thoughts as he maintained a controlled level of anger.

“Knowing you, yes you would. You already did. You know you could have had me killed.”

Oh Il-Nam’s process of elimination wasn’t limited to just the players and the cadets, it was a rule to anyone who failed to follow the rules of the game. The Salesman could have been killed if he didn’t hire the right people. In all honesty, you didn’t think of that. All you thought about was getting the top spot and part of you felt slightly guilty. Only part of you because the Salesman was still here.

“But you didn’t! You’re welcome by the way.”

“You didn’t save me! Why are you such a bitch?”

A sharp puff of breath left your lips as your eyes glowered with red.

“Why are you a condescending dick? Ever since I started working, you’ve done nothing but berate me for being better than you! You’re jealous about the fact that I rose quicker than you did.”

Your aggressive face dropped slightly as his lips curled into a disappointed smile.

“If I was jealous of you, I’d have sabotaged every one of your interactions in order to boost my reputation. My problem with you is that you have no respect for the position you are in. You need to learn respect.”

You laughed mirthlessly as you stepped closer to him, jabbing a finger at his chest. An rumbling angry heat emanated from him as you glared at his meticulous face.

“And I suppose you are gonna teach me respect!”

You jabbed another finger at his chest as a way to vent your anger. He was pissing you off majorly and your only upper hand move was to jab at his chest.

“Stop doing that!”

JAB!

“You stay the fuck out of my way!”

JAB!

“Stop it!”

JAB!

And just like that, The Salesman’s patience snapped like a twig as his hand reached to wrap around your throat, pressing your body against the wall. Your head banged roughly against the wall as your head was forced up to stare at his face. Whilst his facial expressions were composed and controlled, you could tell you hit a nerve by the dancing fire in his eyes.

“I said to fucking stop!”

“Make me!”

It was at that moment that the anger burst as the Salesman tightened his grip around your throat and fervently smashed his lips against yours. It was exhilarating, as his lips molded against yours, his teeth grazed and nibbled against your lip as a way for him to inflict pain onto you. He tasted salty as his tongue forced its way into your mouth, grazing against your own. He was a great kisser as he brought his body closer to press against yours, his knee pushed deep against your cunt. Your hands wrapped around his elbows as a way to anchor yourself into real life.

He let go of your lips and took a gander at your flushed expression, his lips tugged up into a smirk as his warm breath tickled your lips. All you could see was the Salesman.

“Guess I finally found a way to get you to stop.”

He takes his hand off your throat and tugs you to sit down on your knees, his slender fingers going round to cup the base of your chin. Part of you felt appalled by the way he forced his lips on yours however the dominant part of you was aroused by his fiery fervor. Deep down you always thought he was handsome and attractive, there was no doubt that he was probably a good lover as well but it was unlikely the two of you would have sex together. You were wrong. Very wrong.

“I’m gonna make you apologise for what you did and I won’t stop until I hear ‘sorry’.”

A small smirk grew on your face as you trailed your hands up his leg, your fingers following the inseam of his trousers. The back of your fingers grazed against his covered length and you brought your head up to stare him right in his dark brown eyes.

“Well I wish you luck because there is no way in Hell, I’m gonna apologise.”

“Oh you will. I’m gonna make you eat your words.”

At that moment, he brought his hands down to begin to unbuckle his belt. He unzipped the trousers and pushed the waistband of his boxers down to take out his dick. He was long and girthy. His tip was pink and his erection was incredibly stiff, he was probably the biggest you’ve ever seen and had. You gasped at how beautiful his dick was and immediately you cringed because you knew he heard your soft gasp. He had a smirk on his face as he watched you stare at his dick with awe.

“Impressed?”

“I’ve seen better dicks than yours.”

“But you’ve never taken one like mine.”

At that, he placed a hand at the back of your head and slowly pushed his dick through your soft lips. You were glad he was going slow because he was a stretch to fit in. You felt like you almost had everything and nothing of him at once as you slowly breathed through your nose. He tasted sweet and salty as the tip just pressed against the back of your throat. He was close to making you gag and choke as you tucked your left thumb under your fingers and pinched hard.

Your urge to choke faded away as you focused on sucking the Salesman’s cock. His jaw dropped slightly at the fact you were able to take him in your throat without choking. He felt his dick tense as he pulled his wet dick out to rest on the tip of your tongue before testing to push a little harder. He was going to ruin you tonight as you groaned at his roughness. Soon he found a comfortable pace as his hips began to thrust his dick into your saliva soaked mouth.

He wasn’t letting you take what you wanted as you closed your eyes to focus on the dick in your mouth. You felt a light slap on your cheek as your eyes snapped open to connect with his hooded eyes. A few strands of his hair drooped against his forehead as his eyes glared daggers into you.

“Don’t close your eyes! I want you to see what happens when you mess with me.”

The Salesman began to thrust a little hard and faster into your mouth. Your moans grew in volume as you stared straight into his face. You were positive that your underwear was soaked in arousal as you took what he gave you. Your plans for tonight were changed for the best as you were bringing your hands up to play with his balls. He slapped your hands away and pulled you off his dick, his eyes were searing through yours.

“I didn’t say you could use your hands.”

“Well what are you gonna do about them then?”

It was from then on that you were in for a ride as the Salesman helped you to stand up. His eyes dragged over your body as a plan formulated in his mind. He wanted to break you to a point of no return and the idea to help him was looped around your neck. His long fingers came to the base of your tie, loosening and untying it before using it to bring your wrists together. You winced slightly at the tight knot he made. You raised your eyebrows at him.

“I guess you do have some brains but did you think about how you were going to get my clothes off?”

His lips curled upwards as he brought your bound hands over your body, pressing them against the wall before dragging his fingers across your clothes. Tracing over the buttons of your shirt before forcefully pulling the shirt apart so the buttons popped out of their seams. He grabbed your shirt and blazer, pulling it upwards and wrapping the clothes around your wrists and tucking it into the tie so it wasn’t in the way of your body.

You glance down to realise that you were wearing a strapless bra which made the Salesman’s job much easier. He smirks as his hands reach around your soft body, getting to the clasp and unhooking your bra to reveal your bare breasts to him. There was warmth in your face and shoulders as his slender fingers stroked your skin. Tickling your skin and feeling the edges of your collarbone. The words weren’t forming in your mouth as his lips came down to press softly against the swell of your neck.

His kisses trailed down your sternum went across the plumpness of your breasts, his tongue lapped over your nipple whilst his hand squeezed your other breast. You hummed in pleasure as you watched play with your breasts, sucking and nibbling as his eyes connected with yours. The Salesman let go of your breasts and came down to unbutton your pants, his finger slipping in to stroke at your labia. You choke in surprise as he shoves his fingers in you straight away, you feel a pinch of pain which melted into pleasure as his fingers thrusted deep inside of you.

Your head leant back and your eyes rolled back as you clenched your core at his fingers. You felt your orgasm reaching as your nails dug into your palm. Just as you were on the brink, the pressure faded away as the Salesman snatched his fingers away from your core. Eyes snapped open as a cold rush of air brushed over your body and you brought your eyes to connect with his, outraged at the fact that he denied letting you come.

“What the fuck! I was so close.”

“I’m only gonna let you cum if you apologise for what you did.”

This was how it was going to be as your lips parted in surprise. As the Salesman’s grin grew with malicious intent. He bent down onto his knees to pull away your trousers and underwear so you were fully bare. His eyes glazed over your body as he stood up and grabbed at your bounds to drag you over to the sofa. He pushed you to lay down in front of him, he towered over you and smirked. He knew it wouldn’t be long until you gave up and apologised for what you did. Despite trying to be a brat, you were following his instructions carefully as he began to unbutton his shirt.

The Salesman was stripping away his clothes until he was as bare as you and you had no idea he was lean and fit in that suit. You needed him to do something because you couldn’t stand the way his eyes were examining your body.

“I thought you were gonna teach me respect.”

“Don’t worry you’ll learn respect.”

He crouched down on his knees and tugged your knees closer so his face was level with your core. You shivered at the slight tickle of his breath near your vagina as he pressed soft kisses at your inner thighs. He was going to tease and test you for a long time as he pressed another kiss on your mons pubis. Your vagina was beautiful as he took in your arousal, dripping down your slit.

The Salesman leant in and softly kissed your clitoris before his tongue licked at your lips. A soft sigh left your lips as your eyes watched him tasting your vagina. Not only was he a good kisser, he was also an expert in oral as his tongue went up and down your slit, his lips pursed around your clitoris and he sucked hard. This sudden change had you arch your back and two of his long fingers pressed into you. His fingers curled and hit your g-spot which had you finally break out a low moan.

The mixture of his fingers and mouth on you, once again had you being brought closer to the edge. Your thighs were beginning to test and subconsciously your hips began to roll itself against his lips. You eyes were lulling to a close when his tongue and fingers disappeared and you felt a sudden slap at your cunt. Your body jerked as your eyes snapped down to his disappointed face.

“I told you to keep your eyes on me.”

You didn’t know if you could keep this going as your body flinched at his thumb rubbing circles onto your clitoris. As much as you wanted to keep your ego, your desire to cum was taking hold as you spoke in a shaky voice.

“Please let me cum?”

“Not until you apologise.”

Before you could say another word, he brought his lips down to eat at you once more. He pushed three fingers deep inside of you and sucked harder at your clitoris. You choked a moan as your eyes connected with his, once again he was bringing you close to the edge and you tried to not show any indication that you were about to cum. One of palms dragged up to squeeze your breast which made you bite your lip and whine pathetically.

You were going to be ruined for other men as the Salesman pulled away to leave you hanging on the edge once again. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his face as he rubbed round figure eights at your labia. You couldn’t take it as you snapped at him.

“Did I ever mention how much I hate you?”

“No you haven’t. Tell me more.”

“You’re a fucking sadist. Fucking let me - Ah!”

He didn’t let you finish as he got up onto the sofa bed and sunk his penis into your vagina. The Salesman groaned at your tight walls as he pushed deep inside of you. His eyes went down to where you were joint and he was only half way in. His fingers squeezed at your calves as he brought your ankles to rest on top of his shoulders. This let him push in deeper to the point where there was a small bump at the base of your stomach.

You couldn’t help the loud hisses as he finally settled his dick inside of you. Your walls were being stretched and burnt in a delicious way as you panted uncontrollably.

“God you’re so tight! I guess that makes up for your bitchy nature.”

Your eyes flashed angrily at him as you opened your mouth to snap back at him. He dragged his dick and thrusted harder against you which had a loud animalistic moan leave your lips. One of his hands went down to press at your sternum whilst he began to plunge deeper into your vagina. He was going to leave you dry again as you decided to throw your ego out the window. Your eyes stared straight into his eyes as you finally said the words.

“I’m sorry.”

His lips curled up whilst his tongue brushed against his bottom lip. He knew you would apologise as he paused his movement.

“Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for stealing your list.”

“How sorry?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you reached your boiling point.

“I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again!”

“Promise?”

“Yes, now please let me cum!”

It seemed like he was going to accept your apology as his thrusting resumed, his pace increasing. He thrusted harder and faster into you whilst his dick brushed against your g-spot. You were once again close as your moans grew desperately. At this point, you didn’t care about anything other than wanting to cum. His hands came up to your bound wrists, he pushed off your tie, blazer and shirt so your hands could anchor themselves onto his body.

One of your hands dug into the nape of his neck, pulling him down to press his body against yours. You were tugging at the hair whilst your other hand went down to your clitoris. You didn’t dare to move your eyes away from him as you rubbed furiously at your bundle of nerves. Your legs felt like they were being split as he held himself up with one hand by your head. His other hand had wrapped itself around your neck.

His lips reconnected with yours as the both of you thrusted against each other. You could feel his dick push at your cervical wall as you begged and pleaded with him to let you cum. After what seemed to be ages, he finally let you cum as he murmured the order against your lips.

“Cum you desperate little slut!”

Your legs shook violently as you screamed and whimpered at the sudden orgasm. Your core clenched tightly, your fingers scratched down his neck and back. You were finally free to cum as you bit against the Salesman’s bottom lip. The Salesman’s hips stuttered at the sudden shock of your orgasm, the tightness squeezed and made him ejaculate deep into your uterus. Your eyes couldn’t tear away as his hair dropped onto his forehead, a gruff moan left his lips. His back tensed and flinched at your nails as his eyes dropped down to where you were connected. Arousal was everywhere against his lower hips and your thighs as he glanced up at you with a smirk.

“You squirted.”

You could barely keep your eyes open as you gave a blind nod to his words, you unlatched your nails out of his back. You dropped your hands as he carefully and slowly pulled his dick out of you, the both of you hissed at the loss of fullness. A mixture of your fluids leaked out of you as he flopped onto his back next to you. He could feel the sweat dripping down his forehead and neck as his head turned to glance at you. He rendered you numb as a small grin took hold of his face.

“I told you I’d make you eat your words.”

You hummed as your eyes slowly opened to connect with his. The Salesman looked handsome when he was debauched and spent. You still didn’t like him but you were more open to messing with him if it meant it would lead to outcomes like this.

“I still hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

“You might have made me apologise, but you’ll never make me admit you’re better than me.”

“Want to bet on it?”

Have you ever felt like you could pull your hair out at the amount of shit people give you? Jun-ho was feeling more than just that, he was close to pulling his gun out on someone. Every hustling and bustling sound in the police station was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard. He flinched with every squeak as he marked up the police reports.

It was a slow day at the station as everyone seemed engrossed in completing paperwork. Even the police chief seemed dead asleep at his desk as Jun-ho huffed an exasperated breath, running a hand through his thick hair and reclining back on his chair. His eyes darted around the bright office before landing on a photo frame of you, his girlfriend.

An oakwood engraved frame with you laying on grass on a summer day. You looked stunning with a light blue striped dress and straw hat, you were laying down with glee on your face. It was your six month anniversary that day and Jun-ho had a picnic planned for the two of you. He made your favourite kimbaps along with soju which made you fall in love deeper with one another.

His thumb pressed up on the picture as the memories of that day flowed through him before his smile dropped at the thought of what happened this morning. He woke up in a cold bed with a message from you, saying you had to leave for work early and this spiralled into a troublesome morning. He had car trouble before being called up to a neighbourhood to deal with rowdy teenagers.

After those terrible events, he came to the police station with a mountain of paperwork to be processed because the main archivist was off work, hence every detective and officer needed to complete their own paperwork and process it. The time was ticking slowly as the sunlight flickered in the office. He needed coffee as he stood up and swung his jacket over his shoulders.

Jun-ho slipped out of his office to go towards the break room. The walls were a dull grey and the carpeted floor looks like it's seen better days in its prime as the young detective entered the room. It was sad looking with a tall metallic fridge next to a small countertop. A dripping faucet and an ancient looking coffee machine. The cup dispenser had been replenished as Jun-ho stepped forward to turn the machine on.

The machine gurgled as it began to boil water before it then shot out spurts of coffee into a glass jug. A small sound vibrated in his pocket as he took his phone out to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Happy birthday Jun-ho!" A smile came to his face as his mother's delighted voice echoed from the phone.

"Thank you, Mom."

"How's your day been so far, my angel?"

"Normal."

He can sense a frown from his mother's tone, following the next set of words.

"Did you not do anything exciting today? Where's Y/N?"

His heart panged a little at the mention of his girlfriend. His mom liked you a lot and cared for you like a daughter. Jun-ho tried not to let his disappointment show in his voice.

"Not yet. Besides, she had to work today."

"Regardless, she should have cancelled her work to spend time with you today. It's your birthday and she should have been there for you."

"Leave it, Mom! Besides I think she mentioned she had an important work deadline coming up so it's not right for me to tell her to leave work just for me."

"Still. She seemed like a sweet girl. The least she could have done was make you dinner."

Jun-ho rolled his eyes at his mother's admonishing tone. She meant well and besides he and you hadn't been dating for long so total commitment wasn't on the table just yet. Although he was ready to commit to a long term relationship with you, any way possible. The young detective poured his coffee into his cup and was heading towards his office, exchanging pleasantries with his mother.

Being engrossed in his phone call, he hadn't noticed the Captain was approaching his direction, the older man was looking disgruntled as Jun-ho bumped straight into his boss. The coffee tipped backwards and spilt over his plain white t-shirt. It stained and steamed immediately as Jun-ho panted heavily and fanned his shirt to cool away the steam. His phone clattered to the floor along with his paper cup.

The Captain let out an annoyed curse as the papers he had dropped to the floor, stained with brown murky stains. Immediately the older man's eyes flared and his face huffed red in anger.

"Detective Hwang! Why do you not look where you're going?"

Jun-ho could have burst at his Captain the way he was accusing him for not paying attention. He had no coffee and his shirt was ruined as the young detective gritted his teeth.

"Sorry Captain. Was in the middle of an urgent call."

"But still you had eyes to see where you're going right? Go home, Hwang. Take the rest of the day off so you don't bother me again."

The young detective clenched his jaw with refrain as he gave a brisk nod to the Captain's order. Which was total bullshit but at least he could go home and calm down about the shitty day he's having so far. He watched the way his boss picked up the documents off the floor, huffing and puffing whilst returning back to office, no doubt grumbling about his incompetence.

Jun-ho crouched down to return to the call with his mother but the screen was black and faded out. He couldn't believe his phone was dead as he angrily huffed to himself, wishing for the day not to get worse as he stomped out of the police precinct and into his car.

The music in the car was doing nothing to relax him, as Jun-ho stared mindlessly out his windshield. The traffic was now another problem to his mind as he waited for the roads to clear. Lunchtime rush was almost a never ending endeavor as he glanced at the time on his watch. His girlfriend wouldn't be home for another several hours which had his mood sour even more.

Today was not his day as he pinched at his forehead to send away the building headache. After what seemed like an eternity, he was finally allowed to move his car out of the junction. Not long later, he was pulling up into the car park of his apartment complex. Willing himself to be relaxed, he got out of the car and was heading towards the elevator.

It seemed his stroke of bad luck wouldn't stop as his eyes glared at the out of order sign. His apartment was on the ninth floor, Jun-ho pursed his eyes closed to once again control his temper. He shoved the stairs doors open and took broad steps up the stairs, rushing to get to the apartment before anything worse happened.

He could feel a slight sweat perspire in his back as he reached the top of the stairs, exhaling deeply before entering the corridor. The hallway had six doors to separate apartments, his one was at the end of the hallway. Walking up, he was about to get his keys out of his pocket when he heard the low hum of music rumble from behind the door.

No one else was supposed to be home and he didn't leave the stereo on as Jun-ho's senses alleviated to a high alert. His deft hand reached into the left shoulder strap, unclipping to get his police issue gun out. With a steady grip on his weapon, the detective carefully brought his key to unlock the door.

Once the clicks unlocked, he pushed the handle down and had his gun raised in front of him before putting a foot past the door. He took another step and brought his whole body swiftly inside, his gaze steely as he took in the darkened living room.

Deliberating between stealth or an open encounter, the latter was proving to be a better option as he exclaimed out in the unknown.

"Whoever you are, you are trespassing! Show yourself and I'll ensure you'll get a lesser criminal sentence."

"Surely as your girlfriend, I'm allowed to trespass whenever I want?"

Jun-ho's face furrowed with confusion at the soft teasing voice. It sounded a lot like his girlfriend but it wasn't possible. You were meant to be at work till late evening. Needing more answers, his fingers blindly went towards the wall, finding the switch and flicking it down so the lights faded on.

The sight that beheld him almost had him faint as he saw you on the floor. There was a see through plastic tarp underneath you and your form was laying flat on the floor surrounded by cushions. His eyes trailed up your body as you were completely bare, save for your torso and privates.

There was some sort of concoction which covered your beautiful curvaceous parts. It looked like cake, judging by the way it crumbled and was only held together by a light blue coloured frosting. Jun-ho stepped closer and his eyes seemed to bulge out of his sockets as he saw 'Happy birthday Jun-ho' written on your stomach, sitting atop the cake mixture which seemed to be smeared on your body.

You were quite literally caked in cake as he tried to get his brain to catch up with the confusion. This was something he was not expecting and it certainly worked in your favour as he took in your smug expression.

"Surprise!"

"Y/N? What are you -? Aren't you supposed to be at work right now?"

You knew you had taken him by surprise as you rolled his eyes at his confused words.

"You don't like your surprise?"

"No! This is a wonderful and welcome surprise? I just … had the impression you were busy tonight."

Your eyes softened at the tone of insecurity laced in his voice. It was tricky for this plan to have worked as you watched the way he dropped to his knees beside you, his eyes constantly darting to the cake on your body.

"Busy on your birthday? No way in hell! That would be very cruel of me and it's an important day."

Your words had gotten to him as you watched the way his cheeks flushed red before his hand rested on top of your knee.

"Thank you."

"No, thank you. Happy birthday, baby!"

Jun-ho happily grinned as he bent down slightly to peck at your lips before letting his eyes linger at your body. You could tell he was eager to explore what you had presented to him as he lowly whispered.

"So, is this my birthday cake?"

You bit at your lower lip and shook your head in agreement, your heart swelled at the way his smile grew bigger. You knew he would be particularly excited by this gift as his finger was about to go towards your cake covered torso.

"Mind if I have a taste?"

"No, Jun-ho! First we have to blow out the candles and sing happy birthday!"

"Of course we must," He grinned as he tried to shake out of his jacket, his fingers curling around the hem of his coffee stained shirt. Almost teasing you by the way his head tilted to the right. "How would you like me to get ready?"

"I mean, it's no birthday without a birthday suit…"

With a firm nod, his torso puffed out slightly as he dragged the cloth over his firm muscular body. You could never tire from seeing him shirtless as he stood before you like a lion ready to devour you. You lucked out on Jun-ho as he quickly tossed his shoes and socks to the side. Before then slowly unbuttoning his jeans, tantalisingly pushing them over his thick thighs and sculpted calves.

You held a breath as you took in his semi-nude lean form, restraining yourself from leaping onto his body, as you willed yourself to let him take what he wanted from you. Today was Jun-ho's day, even though the present was more for the two of you to enjoy, you shook your head to brush your hair away from your collarbone, presenting yourself as a gift to your boyfriend.

"So where's the candles?"

You leaned back to gesture at the coffee table beside you, a few blue coloured single candles and a box of matches were on top as your boyfriend swiped at them and put the candles in the place of their holders which were already on the cake on your body. A quick light and ten candles were lit as yours and Jun-ho's eyes softly connected.

There was no doubt that Jun-ho was mesmerized by your tender loving gestures, he was almost thanking you with his eyes as you took to singing 'happy birthday!' in a soft voice. He's never had a birthday like this before and after this moment, he certainly doesn't want to let you go ever. It was clear to him that you meant a great deal as you finished off.

"Happy birthday to you! Come on Baby, blow your candles out."

How could he refuse you anything ever? Going by the soft unconditional expression in your eyes and lips, he tried to forge this facial expression in his mind forever. He parted your legs slightly so he could lean in between them to blow at the candles on your body, no doubt enticing you with a good time. The candles went out from the gentle blow of his breath and now came the fun 

Discarding the candle and it's holders, your boyfriend took his time to thoroughly examine your body. Making a step by step plan on which parts of your body he wanted to feast on but you were in charge of this surprise, thus he didn't want to throw off your plans.

"Now can we have some cake?"

Who were you to refuse his sweet request as you nibbled at your bottom lip, a small nod and with a soft purr.

"Of course, Baby!"

You inhaled deeply as you watched the way his brown eyes flashed black with lust, his tongue peeked out from his lips as he rested his hands on your knees. This birthday present was going to unleash a feral side to your boyfriend which you were more than willing to pay the price for. You loved him deeply but you saw the truth to him in the intimate lights. He was vulnerable and trusting that you couldn't hold back a smile for him.

Jun-ho leaned down and bit into a small chunk of cake, catching a little bit of the frosting which was melting from your body heat. It was light and fluffy with the creamiest vanilla buttercream. The cake itself had strawberry essence infused inside and his eyes rolled back at the explosion of the marriage of flavours. Of course you would make his favourite cake flavour, as he audibly groaned and let his head roll back, over dramatically emphasising his appreciation.

The cake was made really well and paired with the faint taste of you, it was a perfect slice of heaven. He knew that the way he would react would rile you up, uncontrollably. As he swallowed, his head straightened back to watch the way your face melted into a lax lusty spell. He had you in his clutches now as he hummed at the flavour of the cake.

"That is a really good cake. Do you want some, my Darling?"

You gave another nod but Jun-ho had a tease of a smirk on his face. His fingers went down to scoop a bit of cake into his mouth, chewing and swallowing the sweet concoction. A tone of mischief was laced in his voice as he requested you.

"I want to hear you, my Darling."

"Please, birthday boy … feed me some cake?"

His cock twitched at the way you gave him a new nickname, his eyes glimmered as he leant down to where your breast would be. Your eyes locking intensely with his, he opened his jaw and lifted some cake into his mouth, prowling over you with his mouth full of cake.

It's an unusual way to eat cake but you wouldn't refuse such a gentle offer as you poked your tongue into his mouth to take the cake in and chew it. You did an amazing job with baking the cake as a pleasant buzz left your lips, your taste buds vibrated against the succulent dessert as your eyes dropped to another tasty delicacy. His lips.

They were plump and pink with the slightest bit of blue buttercream hanging on the corner of his lip, seducing you to come closer. You couldn't let Jun-ho be messy on his birthday, you swallowed your cake piece and brought your head close to where your breath hit his cheekbone. The flat of your tongue curled and licked at the blue buttercream, letting it melt against the roof of your mouth. The two of you were playing with fire as the warmth of your breaths lingered and danced together.

You wanted to prolong the teasing as you brought your fingers to pinch at some cake, bringing it up to his bottom lip as a way for him to eat some more cake. His long fingers enclosed over your wrist as his teeth grazed the length of your fingers to consume the sweet dessert you were offering. His eyes were staring dead straight into yours as warm saliva started to coat the pad of your digit, licking at the residual crumbs stuck on.

Jun-ho was going above and beyond to see you break and have his way with him, or the other way around. Soft grunts left his lips as he suckled at your fingers, his eyes fluttered closed and his fringe drooped in front of his eyes. You couldn’t hold it anymore as you snatched your index and middle away to squeeze at his jaw, lifting his head to your face as a flame danced around your eyes. This took your boyfriend by surprise and his cock twitched at the power you were trying to hold over him.

Your voice dropped to a slightly low octave as you raised yourself to your knees. “You’re meant to be enjoying your cake, Birthday boy! I worked so hard to bake this for you.”

He was in for a wild night as a gentle whine left from deep in his esophagus. “I’m sorry Baby … I wanted a taste of you as well.”

The way you cooed at him, had goosebumps erupting on his arms. “Aw! Birthday boy wanted a taste of me? You should have asked. Lay down.”

Your loving boyfriend over eagerly obeyed your command, a wide grin plastered on his face as he watched you wipe off the cake onto the plastic sheet underneath you. Streaks of blue buttercream and crumbs of cake were stuck smeared on your body and it was looking reminiscent of a highly provocative image in Jun-ho’s mind. Your supple thick thighs straddled his stomach, sliding up to hover at his chest.

Once again, you were being tentative about your weight as he felt your thighs tense and unclench with nerves, a ghost of a frown lingered on your lips. Jun-ho rubbed his hand across the top of your thighs to help you relax, ready to stop your love making to comfort you and you knew that any signs of hesitation would mean an end to your gift to him. You brought your palm to cup Jun-ho’s cheek, you croak a nervous whisper to him.

 “Are you sure you want me to …” You make a gesture at his face which is enough implication for him to understand. He gives a firm nod with determination in his facial expression.

“More than anything. I want to taste everything on you.”

Your cheeks flushed hot with warmth as you brought your core to hover over his mouth, it was one of his favourite sights to explore and map. Your labia was spongey and dripping with arousal whereas your clitoris was engorged, ready to be devoured, your vagina clenched and pushed out a bit of cum from your slit. His hot breath tingled at the bottom of your lips as he murmured with mesmiration.

“God, you’re beautiful! And mine.”

His hands anchored themselves to your love handles, tugging at you to press your weight onto his face as his lips connected to your lower lips, a soft peck before his tongue swiped up and down to slurp at the wetness in between your thighs. A faint taste of the cake he had earlier mingled with the mild taste of you and he groaned rather loudly at the marriage of flavours. Your jaw was agape at the way Jun-ho was lapping at your vulva.

Your thighs tensed around his head as you gave Jun-ho full control over your body, your sticky hand stroked across your boyfriend’s scalp before clutching his dark short cut hair, the other hand rested on the floor as a way to hold yourself. The way your body arched in the dim yellow light, a faint sight of sweat glistened near your neck as your nipples were erect from the cool air. It made Jun-ho’s cock strain against his tight black boxers as he pressed to praise you.

“You might have my favourite flavour of cake but my favourite flavour will always be the sweetness dripping in between your legs.”

His tongue circled and flicked at your clitoris, a trigger that made you thrust and grind your core against his face. He continued to entice you as he brought a finger round to pinch at the erogenous nub. You jutted your hips harder against his face as you drowsily mumbled.

“Birthday boy! Please?”

“Please what?”

“I … want to come.”

“Go ahead Darling, I’m not stopping you. You’re my good girl.”

With his permission, you let out a silent shudder and shiver as your vagina clenched at the ministrations being done. He wasn’t done yet and you knew you were in for another ride, Jun-ho could die a happy man with his face between your thighs. ‘His favourite flavour’ as the two of you shared a tender connection. He moved his mouth away slightly to coo sweet words.

“You’ve done so well for me. My good girl. Can you do one more?”

You give a firm rigorous nod which permitted your boyfriend to once again attack your sopping genitals. His sandpapery tongue glided across your labia before circling around your slit, The way he grunted and moaned sent vibrations up your spine as he relentlessly tried to engulf himself into your cunt. He pursed his lips around your clitoris and gave a firm suck which had you roll your hips harder onto his face.

Jun-ho could spend the entire night licking and guzzling you but he knew you would want something else, thus he dragged his tongue to push through the tight walls of your opening. A quick flinch and sharp inhale left your lips as you watched the way his eyes were lulling at your essence. His nose grazed and pushed at your clitoris as his tongue began to slowly penetrate your vagina.

“You taste so good, my Darling. Drown me in your sweetness.”

Deep moans and whines were trickling out of your lips as you began to roll your vagina to meet with your boyfriend’s tongue thrusts. You desperately wanted him to sink his cock into you as you warned him about your impending orgasm.

“Jun-ho, I’m gonna - Jun-ho!”

Your body froze and stuttered as your vagina began to leak more onto your boyfriend’s jaw, your head rolled back as you cried out in unexpected pleasure. Jun-ho felt a numbing pain in his lower jaw but he ignored it to smile at your slightly debauched appearance. His lips were puffy and plump from your vagina and he decided now would be the time to say what should have been said a long time ago.

“You’re so beautiful. It’s why I love you.”

He could tell that you hadn’t fully registered his confession, too drunk off the pleasure he was giving you as a sweet gentle glow took hold of his face. You could feel Jun-ho shift your body down so you could finally be eye level with him, he sat up with you on his lap and your legs went around his waist. His large palms rested atop your upper back to stop you from falling back, although there were pillows around you and he could lay you down.

Jun-ho wanted to express his love in this intimate light, he wanted to show you his vulnerability and intimacy as one hand cupped your chin to let your lips hover next to each other. He spoke louder this time to help you hear his words better.

“I love everything about you and it’s an infinite list. You take such good care of me, listening and helping me to be a better person. I love the way you smell, taste and sound. When you’re like this or talking and chatting to me about your day. I love you, (Y/N).”

You gave it a moment, letting his words sink deep into your skin as your vision zeroed on his form. You knew deeply that he was the only one worth spending life with and the fact that he echoed your sentiments made your love grow exponentially deeper. Jun-ho simply admired the way your lax face hummed and curled with love. Your lips brushed along to Jun-ho’s ear as you hoarsely responded.

“I love you too Jun-ho. You’re the only one worth living for.”

At this moment in time, the two of you could feel your heartbeats synchronising into one synonymous rhythm, your breaths tickled as the two of you gazed deeply into each other's eyes. The raw confession heating the temperature between your bodies as the buttercream was slowly being melted by the closeness of your chests. Without wanting to wait any longer, Jun-ho fervently pressed his lips onto yours, your groans reverberating as your eyes fluttered closed.

There’s the old cliche of fireworks being exploded when a kiss happens, but this kiss was unlike any other kiss you’ve experienced with Jun-ho. This was full of love, trust and unconditionality that your bodies were slowly melting as one. His face was in your sights; you could only feel his skin; hear his gentle grunts and moans; smell his muted musk and taste cake and yourself from his mouth.

Yours and Jun-ho’s lips molded like clay as his tongue began to mingle and fight with your own. His broad hands dragged down to your waist to force your core to shift onto his clothed erection. A soft gasp left your lips as his hardness pressed against your sensitive vagina, he began to guide you into smooth movements as your hips began to grind on each other. You were starting to soak his boxers as the two of you continued to make out.

One of yours wrapped around the nape of his neck, whilst your blunt nails dug into the side of his neck. Your other hand dropped down to grab a handful of cake to smear at the inner crook of his neck, instantly knowing where he was most sensitive. You reluctantly pulled your lips away to press a trail of kisses across his jaw, Adam's apple and then to the base of his jugular where your lips enclosed over the cake.

You sucked and nipped at his neck as his head rolled back and hips bucked harder. The mood heated up further as the slow music in the background was overshadowed by your uncontrollable sexual sounds of pleasure. Jun-ho blindly reached for the cake, swiping it all over your chest before bending down to clean at your chest. His tongue ingested the painted streaks of buttercream before his teeth pinched at your nipple.

A rather loud mixture of a whine and a moan erupted from your lips as you cupped Jun-ho’s chin to look directly into your eyes, the tone was hoarse and scratchy.

“Please birthday boy! I need you.”

Jun-ho agreed to your demand and raised you up slightly to tug his boxers down his waist, tugging it off as it pooled by his ankles. His erection was close to a bright red with a small drip of precum going down the length of his dick. You licked at your cakey hand, bringing it down to angle his dick at the entrance of your slit. You slowly slid down to let him be accommodated into your tight walls.

His eyes watered slightly as his thumb rested on your bottom lip, an innocent gesture as he whispered. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Jun-ho.”

The two of you bounced as his fingers clawed into your waist, his mouth spewing praises all around.

“I love you! You’re so tight and gorgeous! I’m glad you’re all mine.”

The only thing you could do was agree to his words as you thrusted your hips against his, the angle was pressing against your g-spot and you could feel your orgasm approaching quicker than normal. You tightened your core around his dick, he stuttered and choked, increasing the depth of his thrusts until you felt a gush of his ejaculate swell inside you. His thumb went down to circle at your clitoris to trigger your orgasm.

“Come on, Darling! I need you to cum now. Cum!”

“Fuck! Yes!”

A few quick strokes at your clitoris caused a rumbling moan to leave your lips as you screeched your boyfriend’s name. No doubt, letting your neighbours around you know who you belong to. The pitch of your voice was a mixture of highs and lows as your thrusts slowed to a stop. A mixture of sweat mixed with the buttercream on your bodies, Jun-ho’s forehead rested against your shoulder as your nose pressed into his sweaty sticky hair.

The birthday cake was a mush around your heaving bodies, as you could feel his cum drip down the curve of your butt. It was a light atmosphere as Jun-ho lifted his head to gaze lazily into your eyes. It felt like a weight of confusion lifted off both of your shoulders as you felt satiated with tonight’s events, Jun-ho celebrated his birthday whilst also reaffirming his feelings and stance of the relationship with you.

Your hands rested against his cheeks, you leant down for a brief peck before once again repeating your new favourite confession. “I love you, birthday boy.”

“I can never tire from saying and hearing it. I love you too. And thank you, for my birthday surprise.”

Jun-ho tried to lift the two of you up so you could clean up in the bathroom but found that his legs were numb and shaky from your intense love making. A huffed breath left his lips as he grinned at you. “You … literally made my legs numb.”

A twinkling laugh left your lips that made your boyfriend’s heart swell with pride. “I’m glad my birthday present could do that. We can just lay here and wait for our legs to recover.”

You arched forward to bring a pillow closer so your boyfriend could lay down and pull you on top of him. You hadn’t realised it but there was now a niggling ache around your knees and Jun-ho’s butt as you brought your hands to massage at your knee. It wasn’t the best idea to have sex on the hard floor of your living room. You had a lot to fix for next time. He still couldn’t understand how you orchestrated this entire thing, his hands drawing random shapes at the back of your shoulder as he glanced down to inquire.

“How did you even manage to pull this off?”

“Well I had some help for today. I had to wait for you to leave before me and my friends set to work to bake the cakes. They helped put the cake on my body. Don’t worry they were all girls. I also asked your mom to distract you and your Captain to send you home by lunchtime.”

Everyone was in on it as his facial expressions scrunched up into a slightly unamused face. If his mother and captain were in on the surprise then that meant, they knew - an uncomfortable shudder went down his spine as you laughed at his calculating thoughts.

“Don’t worry, birthday boy! Your mother and the captain don’t know what we did. They think we had a birthday lunch, that's all.”

“More like a birthday dessert.”

I’m sorry I left you for last. I wanted you to be the last thing I saw before I would face off in a gamble with death.

Sae-byeok softly sighed to herself as she unlocked the door to the apartment she shared with you. She ruminates over her apology as she crosses the threshold into the living room. Flashes of the game blinked in her eyes as her form froze in shock. How was she going to tell you where she was the night before? She shook her head and turned the dial of the dimmer to bring a little light into the living room.

There you were on the sofa with a blanket haphazardly thrown across your askew position. She couldn’t tell you the whole truth. It would ruin the innocence you had in your heart as Sae-byeok crept closer to crouch beside you. Your face was relaxed and resting as Sae-byeok brought her index to trace a line across your cheeks. It still surprised her that someone as bright and happy as you wanted to be with someone dark and quiet like her. She wanted to be thankful but deep down she didn’t deserve you. 

It was late evening as Sae-byeok stood up and fixed the blanket so it covered your body fully, she slipped her jacket off and padded to the kitchen to drape the jacket on the kitchen stools. The kitchen was a mess as a small smile reached her lips, going into the fridge to see a small tub of kimchi soup. Taking it out, it had turned into a slight jelly but she was hungry regardless. Going into the under sink cupboard, she got out a small pot and tipped the soup in it, turning on the hob and letting it melt on a low heat.

Whilst the soup was heating, she could go for a quick shower to wash off yesterday’s nightmare. Her eyes went back to the sleeping form of (Y/N), contemplating on waking you before deciding against it and going straight to the shower. Sae-byeok stripped off in the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her face was looking a little gaunt and paler than usual, a slight yellow bruise was tinted on her cheekbones, courtesy of Deok-su meeting her in the game. She turned the shower on and stepped under the heat of the spray.

Your body roused itself from sleep as you took in the dimly lit living room, frowning at the brightness as you slowly sat up. Your shoulders had a tinge of soreness as you pressed a hand at the muscles. It was late and you regretted taking a nap straight after work. It was going to take you a while to get some sleep as you stood up and arched your back to stretch out the knots in your back. A quick crack of your back, you sluggishly dragged your feet to the kitchen where your eyes came across a pot being heated on the hob.

The soup had melted as you pursed your lips and switched the hob off, confused as to who put the hob on. Your eyes glide around the room and spot a green jacket on the chair, recognising who it belonged to as you walked to the direction of your bedroom. You could hear the faint sound of the shower running as a sad smile made its way to your lips. Sae-byeok was back as you pushed the handle of the bathroom door, entering to see her inside the shower.

Her back was to you and her hands were pressed against the wall, head bowed down whilst the hot stream of water was raining on her neck and back. She had only just gotten in judging by the way there was little steam on the walls of the glass wall. She was in one of her sad lost moods and the only way to reach her was to be patient. You stripped off your tank top and shorts, stepping into the shower and resting your hands on the soft shape of her hips. Going tentatively to avoid startling her before leaning in closer to press your chest against her back, your chin rested on her shoulder as you felt a flinch in her body.

She could feel your breasts pressing against her back as the water started to soak the front of your body, she inhaled deeply to compose her anxiety. You pressed a soft kiss at the top of her shoulder, your voice was above a whisper as you murmured.

“Hey. I missed you.”

She missed you too as she gave a small nod of acknowledgement. Sae-byeok was a woman of a few words but she spoke more with her actions and body. She needed time to open up to you as you tightened your grip around her waist, a silent motion to let her know you were really there. There was so much she wanted to say - needed to tell you and it danced on the tip of her tongue, she couldn’t bring herself to speak. There was only one way she could talk and it was with her body.

Sae-byeok dropped her hands and shifted around to glance up at your face, love and intimacy burning a fire in her eyes as you understood her desire. Wanting to communicate with your bodies as you leaned down to press a gentle kiss against her lips, letting it be an indication to inform her that you were ready to listen. Somehow the spray of water had grown to a hot waterfall as Sae-byeok’s eyes fluttered closed at the softness of your lips.

Her chapped lips rubbed against your plump wet lips, her tongue teased at the edge of your teeth as you hummed at the reconnection. She was trying to apologise for disappearing for the past two days as her arms looped around your neck to pull your body closer to hers. Your breasts pressed against each other as one of your hands went down to cup the globe of her ass, your other hand lingered at the nape of her neck.

Being slightly taller than her let you take lead in your intimacies as you shuffled to press her body against the wall, the spray of the water hitting you more; droplets were splashing on to her form as you brought your knee to press into the apex of her core. Her labia grinded against the large expanse of your thighs as you could feel her warm arousal leak onto your thighs. You restrained a smirk as you revelled in the fact that you were the only one to see her in this state.

One of your hands began to guide her into a slow grind as you let your lips pull away to watch her face transform into one of pleasure. It was a rare moment of seeing her express emotion as she softly purred and mewled at the contact of the dripping vagina against your thigh. You were the only one who was allowed to her like this and Sae-byeok was ready to give you the whole world. She was going to do just that tomorrow as she opened her eyes to watch you through drunken love, her mouth open to probably say something.

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. Keep going! I’ve got you.”

Sae-byeok shook her head as her hands anchored themselves onto your shoulder, making an effort to roll her hips along with your guiding movements. Her orgasm was close as she panted quietly, eyes glassy and toes curling as your other hand came to grope her breast. Squeezing and twisting her nipple to further stimulate Sae-byeok, your eyes were steely against her gentle face. Her fringe was matted against her forehead as she gasped at the grazing of your teeth near her neck.

Your thighs tensed which pressed against the button of her clitoris and you increased the speed of her grinding. A quiet gasp left her lips as her body shivered at the rush of her orgasm as her movements halted to a slow stop. You continued to grind her core over your thigh as you bit into her neck. Sucking at her skin whilst also making sure that the indents of your teeth were printed onto her skin. A part of you wanted to mark yourself on her body as your tongue laved over the mark, a small redness grew in the circle of your bite.

Sae-byeok choked at the pressure of your hickey as her hands landed on your face to reconnect your lips, wanting to sink the flavour of your mouth deep into her own so she could taste you for days to come. Your marks on her body and your DNA in her so she could keep a piece of you with her at the game. There was a faint taste of mint from your mouth as Sae-byeok whimpered and pushed her tongue to further mix your salivas together. The spray of the shower was barely noticeable as Sae-byeok glided her hand down to run her fingers between your folds. A mixture of your arousal and water were soaking her fingers as she inserted her middle digit into your vagina.

A low grunt left your lips as you slammed a hand against the side of her head, your palm pressed on the wall to hold you upright as she began to curl her finger against your spongey walls. Sae-byeok watched the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your mouth let out soft audible groans. You always were a noisy one as she got her other middle finger to thrust and curl into you. She angled her hand to increase the pacing of her thrusts, and she was just grazing against the wall of your g-spot.

Your sounds snapped from grunts, moans and mumbles of her name as your hand also slid down to sink into her vagina. Still dripping from her previous orgasm and you rapidly thrusted three fingers in her to get her orgasm to come quicker. Your thumb rubbed at her clitoris as the nails of her left hand dug into your shoulder. The sex felt more intense than your other previous trysts, almost as if all the heavy weights of anxiety and nerves were being torn apart. It was unsettling to Sae-byeok as she tried to hold off her orgasm to focus on you.

Her walls clenched and tightened around your fingers as you watched the way she pinched her lips and eyebrows together, she was holding off cumming. Her fingers were pushing harder and deeper into your walls as your knees were beginning to wobble at her ministrations. You cooed at her whilst curling your fingers to press into her g-spot, your thumb alternatively flicked at Sae-byeok’s clitoris.

“Come on Sweetheart, I want you to come again for me.” She shook her head vehemently which made a soft chuckle leave your lips. “I wasn’t asking, Sweetheart.”

The tone in your voice was authoritative and stern that Sae-byeok didn’t dare to disobey your demand. She let go of the coil as her head rolled back and a choked moan left her lips, louder than any other noise she’s let out during sex. You wanted to hear her make that sound again but first you needed to reward her for cumming. You brace both hands against the wall and begin to thrust onto her fingers, the pad of her thumb almost vibrated against your clitoris which made you stutter a moan.

“Yes! Sae! Sae!”

You let the force of the orgasm wash over you with the water, clasping your fingers round her wrist and pulling her fingers to lap at your own arousal on her fingers. Sae-byeok was watching through a lazy lusty spell as she rested her head against the wall, feeling a little lethargic and unaware that you had more stamina in your body. She watched as you got down to your knees to lift her thigh onto one of your shoulders.

Dragging an index finger through her puffed up labia before pushing into the walls of her vagina, coming forward to engulf your lips onto her clitoris, sucking and tugging with your teeth to revel in the taste of her. You were hellbent on ruining Sae-byeok, which was going to make it harder for her to tell you what was going to happen. Your tongue swiped up and down at her vagina before joining the finger.

Your nose pressed onto Sae-byeok’s clitoris as you hummed into her arousal, Sae-byeok’s hand digs into the drenched thickness of your hair; back arches and her hips roll. Your throat feels a little scratchy as you pull your lips to demand, once more.

“I need you to come again, Sae!”

Sae-byeok let go of her inhibitions, focusing only on pleasing you as a deep groan left her lips. It was an unrecognisable sound and it had taken you by surprise. There was something different about her as you stood up and wrapped your arms around her trembling form. The water had come to a tepid temperature as you turned the knob off and lifted Sae-byeok into your arms, walking her out the shower and taking her to your bedroom.

Exhaustion was becoming a noticeable feature on her body as you grabbed a towel to dry off the water, went to a dresser to pull out a t-shirt and shorts for her to be comfortable in. You got dressed as well in a fresh white tank top and pink shorts. Sae-byeok’s heart was melting at your domestic care, letting you dress her and going to the kitchen to bring the food she had heated up. You sat beside her with a bowl in one hand and spoon in the other, ready to feed you.

I missed you.

Your words echoed in her mind as she finally brought her eyes to gaze deeply into yours. You seemed to look fresher than usual, but she knew internally you were distraught at Sae-byeok’s disappearance. Maybe it was the after-sex relxation but her tongue was loose enough to speak out her mind, finally replying to your admission.

“I missed you too, (Y/N).”

You smiled your soft knowing smile, and continued to feed her. The silence had an air of serenity as Sae-byeok’s eyes went around to study the room. It was a plain room, the bed was placed opposite to the window which had a dark blue starry sky in view. The dresser was underneath the window and next to it was a wardrobe of a mixture of your clothes, hers and yours. Sae-byeok could almost call this place a home, all her stuff was here but there was no definition of her in your life.

The two of you weren’t in an established relationship: you did most things like a romantic sexual couple would but you never labelled it as a commitment. Going by her clothes in your wardrobe and the picture of the two of you at an amusement park, you were more than a couple. She wondered how you’d react if she told you what happened or what was going to happen as she remembered the card in her jacket pocket. The time and meeting place for the second round of games.

There was a collision of thoughts in Sae-byeok’s mind as you watched the way her eyebrows furrowed, pursed and pinched in frustration. Her eyes were staring straight into you as her mouth automatically opened to take spoonfuls of the soup you offered. The confusion faded away as a determined blaze settled in her eyes and her hoarse voice cracked out.

“I’ve found a way to earn money.” A small nod from you, indicated for her to continue. “But I’ll be gone for a few days. That’s why I wasn’t there the last two days. I had to try it out.”

“I see. Is it risky?”

Sae-byeok cleared her throat and gave a firm nod as your heart plummeted into your gut. Part of you was outraged at the fact that she was undertaking something risky for money. Although you knew it wasn’t for selfish gains and you desperately wished you could help her out. Your meager salary was barely enough to keep you afloat as you could only provide Sae-byeok a home, clothes and food.

She never had the easiest life and it wasn’t right for you to force your wants on her. Besides the two of you weren’t committed to one another as you opened your mouth but she cut you off with her request.

“If you don't hear from me in a week, I need you to keep Cheol close to you. I know it’s a lot to ask but I need you to look after him and be his guardian.”

A scoff left your lips as you put the bowl of soup down, stood up with a palm on your forehead, unsure of what to say. Sae-byeok stood up and wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder as you could feel a drop of water on your bare shoulder or a teardrop. You couldn’t tell.

“Please, (Y/N) there’s no one I trust besides you.”

There was a tremble in her voice that made your tongue lock up in your throat. You desperately wanted to plead to her not to go. The way she worded her plea meant that she was going to get hurt … or worse. A flash of Cheol’s face blinked before your eyes as you then brought your eyes to Sae-byeok’s face, you couldn’t refuse her. With a firm nod, you agreed to her plea and thus signed away your entire soul.

The two of you stood still in your bed, embracing each other tightly, unsure of whether it was going to be the last time you were going to see each other. Unspoken words on the tips of your tongues as the two of you retreated to bed for the night. You lay there unable to sleep, pretending and listening to the quiet shuffles as Sae-byeok dressed up appropriately. There was a brush of a kiss on your temple and a murmur of an apology before she moved out the bedroom. The front door opened then closed and you were left with a burning silence that pained your heart.

The tension in the room was almost stifling. On the eve of your final day, you sat with Gi-hun and Sang-woo in the eerily empty common room, cross-legged on your bed. Every sound echoed well around the large hall, bouncing off the walls before silencing again. No matter how much you cared for those two men with you, the ambiance was far from pleasing.

If nothing happened soon, you feared the worst would come true, that you’d squeeze at each other’s throats before the final game could even be announced. If things turned out to become like that, you figured, it’d leave nothing but a bitter aftertaste of your once-so-close friendship.

“How about we play a game to kill time?” you suggested, before adding a mental note: Before we inevitably have to kill each other.

Gi-hun rubbed his chin, pondering over the question for a few moments. 

“What sort of game are you thinking of? After what's happened, I’m not sure if I’m too fond of playing games anymore. They’ve been turning out to be working against our favour lately.”

A small smile broke out as you scooted closer to the two men. The guards had given you a few moments to settle down before preparations for the next game. You didn't want to sit alone in the big room so you asked for Sang-woo and Gi-hun to bring their beds close to yours. 

The room felt eerily large, and you enjoyed the idea of cosiness on your last evening alive. Had you been in any other situation, knowing it would be your final night, you might have roasted marshmallows over an open fire, reminiscing over the memories of your life whilst enjoying snacks that you normally wouldn’t eat.

Sadly, this was no ordinary night, nor did it give you the chance to face death in the way that you always imagined it to be: surrounded by the people that loved and cared for you. Instead, your doom was hidden behind those thick, iron doors you ignored the very presence of. In twenty-four hours from now, you’d presumably be dead.

“This one won’t result in our deaths,” you promised, “Perhaps in something that looks like it, but I'm certain that we'll live to see another day… One more day, at least.” 

For a brief second, it seemed you were resigned to grieving your own death. Wondering if there was anyone outside who would actually care about your passing. 

“What were you thinking about, then?” Sang-woo queried. Your eyes dropped to the way he was fiddling with the sleeve of his suit jacket. You echoed his apprehension. In all honesty, you didn’t feel too comfortable, either. Even more reason to try and face the dawn of the new day with newfound courage.

“If you could accomplish one more thing in life,” you began, “When you know that you’re going to die tomorrow. What would that be? Anything. From fixing a problem, to trying something new. What would you do before you die?”

Silence cut through the air as you gave the men a moment to think. Gi-hun shifted, his face fell into a sad frown, as if he immediately knew what he would do. 

“I would hug Ga-yeong.” Going by the encouraging softness in your face, he continued to explain. “My daughter. I - I love her more than anything in the world. Out of all the mistakes I've made in my life, I'd want to hold Ga-yeong one more time. Maybe it'll let her know that I’ve always tried to be the best father I could be, because I know that to her, it mustn’t always have felt that way.”

You leant over towards him, putting your hand on his to comfort him. For a moment, the two of you shared a long gentle look with tearful eyes, both fully aware of your impending doom. Nothing was certain anymore, and it was heartbreaking to say the least.

“That’s really nice, Gi-hun,” You whispered. “I can see that you love her very much.” 

He gave a stiff nod and swiped a hand across his nose to clear the sniffles away. His messy hair drooped in front of his eyes. You resisted the urge to brush the messy lock away from his forehead. 

“I do.” He said with an unrecognisable tone of certainty that made the hairs of your neck stand.

Sang-woo sniffed deeply which made you turn your head towards him. Scooting closer to hold his hand. He was struggling to choose the right words as his eyes avoided meeting yours. A bitter chuckle left his lips as he muttered. 

“It’s difficult, isn’t it?” He lifted his head up to see nothing but soft smiles from you and Gi-hun. Sending kind encouragement to open up to them as he cleared his throat.

“If … If I could do one more thing, I would go and visit my mother. I owe her an apology. It’s the least I can do, she deserves closure. If -”

Sang-woo took a deep breath, unshed tears in his eyes as he desperately glanced between you and Gi-hun. “If either of you survive this, will you visit her for me?"

You brought your hand over his mouth to quieten his despairing words. You didn't want to hear words of promises and death. It would remind you of the reality you were in, you wanted to cling on to hopes and dreams for a bit longer. Sang-woo shook his head and lifted your hand off his mouth.

 "Please. Tell her that I love her very much?”

Your head bowed down as you refused to let your tears show on your face. Gi-hun gave a firm nod and gently pat Sang-woo's hand. 

“I promise, Sang-woo. If it comes down to a single person, I'll tell your mother about your efforts in rectifying your mistakes."

You could sense Sang-woo's eyes on yours as a finger curled under your chin to lift your head up. His eyes were gentle and tender that you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse his request. 

“I promise. Even though I’m certain that I will not be the person surviving, I will go to her and say so.”

Sang-woo gave the pair of you a tight-lipped smile. “Thank you.” he whispered with a tiny voice, unable to speak any louder. “That means a lot.” 

For a few moments, you sat in pregnant silence, before Gi-hun addressed you 

“And you, (Y/N). What would you do?”

You blinked rapidly for a second, feeling your face heat up. “I… Listening to the two of you, I don’t think mine’s interesting at all.” A rush of heat flushed in your cheeks whilst Sang-woo scooted closer, curious to know more.

“Come on, we told you what we were going to do. What does it matter if we all know each other’s deepest secrets? It’s not like we are all going to get out of here alive…”

He was right, and you knew it. Still, you hid your face in your hands, blushing brightly. “I don’t think it’s appropriate to share. Especially after those two emotional scenarios you two were thinking of.”

Gi-hun raised an eyebrow, bringing a gentle playful smile to his face as a way to lighten the mood. 

“Don’t chicken out now, (Y/N)! We won’t judge you. We’ve all done weird stuff so knowing what you’d do, if you had the chance, would not make things any stranger.”

You didn’t dare to look at the men either side of you, instead deciding to look at your feet. 

“I’d want to lose my virginity.” You whispered with the tiniest voice, shame lacing the tone of your admission.

“Pardon?” Sang-woo questioned, as he was unable to hear your words clearly. Your face grew darker and hotter whilst you swallowed thickly, increasing the volume of your voice.

“I’d go out somewhere and give my virginity to someone. All my life, I’ve never felt like I was truly … loved or wanted by someone, to be desired romantically or even sexually. If there is one thing I could have done, it would have been to have sex with someone so I can feel loved.”

Silence.

Sighing in embarrassment, you brought your knees up to your chest, hugging them to make yourself as small as possible. You cursed yourself for having such carnal desires whilst they opened up with precious familial wishes. 

“See, not that interesting.” You exhaled deeply, resting your chin on your knees. “You two have actual people to return home to. Love and family waiting for you. I’m here just … Wishing about things I should have done when I was still outside. Should have settled down instead of doing stupid shit.”

“You’re … You’ve actually never…” Gi-hun struggled to find the right words, his cheeks becoming flushed with the mention of you being a virgin. 

You blinked at him, jaw slightly agape. “Well, actually… No, I haven’t.”

Sang-woo let out a sound that almost sounded like a scoff. “But you’re… You’re really…” he cleared his throat, “Attractive, I’d say.”

A laugh built at the base of your throat but you refused to let it out. “You don’t have to compliment me just because you think it will make me feel better, Sang-woo.” You mused, “I’ve never been popular with guys. I’ve been kissed a few times in my lifetime, but it never went beyond that.”

“I agree with Sang-woo,” Gi-hun told you, “You’re very pretty, (Y/N).”

Even though you didn’t deem it possible, your blush grew even deeper than before.

“Thank you.” You told the men and then there was silence again. Nothing more to do but to wait for the next game. Unbeknownst to you, the two men were sharing a silent conversation. The two of them privately expressed their affections for you and now it seemed that there was an opportunity being presented to them.

You brought your head up to see the two of them sharing indiscernible expressions. Were they disgusted or unimpressed?

“What?” You questioned, curious to know what they were silently conversing about. “What are you thinking about? Are you judging me? (Y/N) the prude, is that it?”

“Not at all, (Y/N).” Sang-woo told you, bringing his hand up to rest on your knee, “Don’t worry, we aren’t judging you. It’s just … If this is the final night for the two of us, right?”

“Supposedly,” you told him, at which Sang-woo nodded.

“Yes, supposedly… And looking at the fact that the last wishes of Gi-hun and I are practically unobtainable…” 

You frowned in confusion, looking between the two men, uncertain of where this conversation was going, “Yes?”

“Well, yours isn’t.”

You nearly choked on your own saliva as you dropped your knees and sat up properly. You hoped they weren’t suggesting what you were thinking of. Going by your silence, Gi-hun took it upon himself to further explain their intentions.

“What Sang-woo is getting at, (Y/N), it’s that the two of us can make your wish a reality.”

Your heart skipped several beats. Were your ears deceiving you? You couldn’t tell as you watched Sang-woo and Gi-hun place tentative hands on your knees. Gi-hun rubbed tender circles with his thumb whilst Sang-woo dragged his hands up and down.

Your breath hitched at the base of your throat as your eyes darted between them, met with warm and lustful eyes. “Are you suggesting…” You mumbled, before reaffirming your previous thoughts.

“If you will have us, that is.” Gi-hun told you, clearing his throat. You opened your mouth to respond, but you were cut off by Gi-hun, who quickly added: “But if you don’t want us, then that’s fine! Just say so and we’ll stop, we won’t force you to do anyth--”

“Gi-hun!” You interrupted with a small smile and a laugh. “We’re on the brink of life and death. I’d be stupid to say no. If anything, there is no time for me to regret it. Not that I would, because I’d love for my first time to be with two attractive men.”

Sang-woo let out a choked noise which caused you to glance at him. His grip on your knee tightened. 

“You… You think we’re attractive?” For a man who you had always considered to be very collected, he was oddly flustered. It caused a warm knot to form in your stomach as you placed your hand on top of his, leaning closer.

“Yes, of course.” The compliment was heartfelt and sincere. You couldn’t deny that you found Gi-hun and Sang-woo attractive. Gi-hun’s tender kindness and Sang-woo’s confidence were one of many qualities that drew you to stick by them. Both men scooted closer towards you which made your smile grow, your other hand reaching over to Gi-hun’s, who’s face flushed with warmth. Their growing eagerness did not go unnoticed despite your inexperience, and you leaned in, lowering the volume of your voice to a whisper. 

“I’d want nothing more than to give myself to you two.”

The two men stared at each other for a second, deliberating and shocked by the fact that you agreed. 

“(Y/N) ... Thank you.” 

Your eyebrow quirked up at Sang-woo’s comment, unsure of why he would say such a thing. He sensed your puzzlement, swallowing thickly.

“For trusting us with something as precious as that.”

A sweet melodious laugh left your lips as you patted Sang-woo’s cheek, feeling the unshaven stubble that was growing. “Oh, don’t act all sentimental on me, Sang-woo. I’ve seen how you play this game. Honeyed words won’t save you tomorrow.” 

“This isn’t about survival, (Y/N).” Gi-hun sighed, his hand sliding from your leg to your waist. His eyes locked onto your face, gauging your response. It was a welcome jolt as newfound arousal shunted up your spine at his touch. “This is about you. Just… You are precious. You might not realise it, but I’ve grown fond of you, as has Sang-woo.”

You were overcome with the urge to kiss him as you turned your head to see Sang-woo agreeing to what Gi-hun was saying. Not wanting to delay the desires brewing in the atmosphere, you clasped your fingers around their wrists. You guided Gi-hun’s hand up towards your breast whilst using your other hand to guide Sang-woo to the edge of your waistband.

“What are you waiting for?”

A soft smile broke out on their faces as they moved towards you, Sang-woo brushed your hair aside and pressed gentle kisses to the back of your neck. Gi-hun squeezed your breast whilst bringing his lips to purse over the side of your neck. Your head lolled back subconsciously to let them work at you. Your body already knew what it needed to do as you focused on the sweet motions.

It felt like a never ending dream as you let Sang-woo tug the blazer off your arms so he and Gi-hun had better access to your body. Gi-hun’s teeth grazed against your skin before digging in to leave a mark, which had your body flinch at the sudden gesture. You could sense Sang-woo’s smile against the back of your neck as Gi-hun unlatched his teeth and lapped his tongue over the bite mark.

Gi-hun moved his mouth away from your neck to gaze intently into your face, a smirk breaking out at the drunken pleasure leaking from your face. Your mouth was parted and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head as Gi-hun tugged your chin down so your eyes were level with his.

“(Y/N), open your eyes please.”

Your eyes fluttered open and almost watered at the soft look Gi-hun was giving to you. His lips were soaked with his saliva as you leant forward to press yours against his. He was soft and supple as your lips molded together. You used your other hand to curl back and dig into Sang-woo’s dark thick hair, using it to keep him held against your neck. Gi-hun’s left hand rested against your sternum whilst the other was flat on the bed.

Sang-woo traced his hands up under your shirt, over to your breasts where he let out a gruff groan at the lack of a bra there. You gasped at the cold sensation of his hands which allowed Gi-hun to slip his tongue through the barrier of your teeth. His mouth exploded with the taste of something uniquely you. Sang-woo took the opportunity to give you a brand of his own as he nibbled at the crook of your neck.

Your vision faded away as a soft hum rumbled from the taste of Gi-hun's lips before letting go of his lips to turn to Sang-woo. Both Gi-hun and Sang-woo dragged their fingers to the hem of your shirt, opening the first two buttons and dragging the cotton up over your torso and head so you were topless in front of them.

Silence once again filled the room as your body shivered from the lack of warmth. Your eyebrows pierced in confusion as you noticed the two men almost mesmerised by your torso. At least you hoped it was as you anticipated their eyes seemed to zero in on the faint jagged scars left on your body. Each one told different stories and memories of your misfortunate life.

There was a gentle glow in your face as you watched the men trace one of many scars scattered across your body. You could sense a million questions in their minds but you shook your head to reassure them.

"Don't worry about them. It's what happened in the past. Nothing more to it."

"It still shouldn't have happened." Sang-woo piped up with renewed concern. You cupped his cheek and gave him a small reassuring peck, informing the two of them.

"It's okay. They're a part of me now and they'll be a part of me when I die. I don’t want to think of the past or the future. I just want to focus on this moment, right here and now.”

With the finality in your statement, Sang-woo and Gi-hun smiled then grinned. Your skin was suddenly overrun with goosebumps, the hairs of your neck standing on end albeit in a pleasant way. They were able to roam their palms all over your bare skin now, and your nipples hardened at their touch. Gi-hun pressed his loving lips against your naked upper arm, dangerously close to your breast, whilst you got a first real taste of Sang-woo, his tongue sharper in its behaviour than Gi-hun’s had been.

Both of them were excellent kissers, you realised when Sang-woo drew your bottom lip in between his teeth to give it a playful nibble. At the sudden sensation of Gi-hun’s mouth closing itself around your nipple, you gasped, slightly moving away from the kiss to look at the man who sucked the sensitive bud against his tongue, gentle eyes meeting yours. 

Like a snake charmer, he had your eyes locked on him as he used his tongue to trace one of the scars under the swell of your breast. There was a tone of playfulness in his eyes as he went to your other breast to lap over your areola. Using his veneers he tugged and nibbled as you felt a large palm enclose over your other breast. Squeezing and rolling your nipple before Sang-woo’s fingers grazed towards the waistband of your slacks.

Your body had fully leant into Sang-woo’s clothed chest as Gi-hun was sitting beside you to play with your breast. Fingers tapped rhythmically on your skin before slipping under to feel the trimmed hair of your mons pubis, your throat rumbled as the fingers then went down to press onto your clitoris. Sang-woo smirked as he watched your back arch at the sudden contact, his fingers flicked up and down before circling around your lips.

It was no surprise that your vagina was incredibly wet from the intimate touches Gi-hun and Sang-woo were giving you. They were going to ruin you to bring heaven to your soul as you sluggishly pleaded with either one of them.

“Please?”

“Please, what (Y/N)?”

“Please fuck me!”

“That’s what we’re doing, (Y/N).”

Your eyes almost pierced through Gi-hun’s teasing expression, whilst you didn’t mind being loved and cared for, you wanted them to get a move on as you decided to turn the tables on the both of them. Bringing yourself up on your knees which made Gi-hun lean back on the bed, onto his elbows, your fingers walked up his knee, across his tense thighs and stopping just before his groin.

“I might be a virgin but it doesn’t mean I’m dumb. So when I ask for something, it means I want it now.”

With the firmness in your voice, you pushed your hand down Gi-hun’s pants to feel his cock, which was stiff and smooth. You blindly followed a line of a vein to his tip which had a small drop of precum leaking from the slit. Gi-hun was long and you could only imagine what Sang-woo’s size was as you took to dragging your hand over his dick in an up-down motion. Gi-hun tensed as a red blush grew near his neck and cheeks, his head rolling back at your rough touches.

Sang-woo’s eyebrows arched up as he watched the way your ass danced around his face, your body arched like a cat as you focused on teasing Gi-hun. He couldn’t wait to sink his penis into your undoubtedly tight cunt as he curled his fingers to tug down your suit pants along with your underwear. Your teasing halted as your head turned over your shoulder to see Sang-woo admiring your butt.

“Like what you see, Sang-woo?” You purred, biting your bottom lip whilst wiggling your hips in his face. “Have a taste, I won’t stop you.”

You didn’t need to tell him twice. The businessman lunged forward, indulging himself in the nectar of your soaked sex, plunging his tongue into your pussy without warning. Your eyes screwed shut and your grip on Gi-hun’s erection froze momentarily at the sensation, a wonderful moan escaping you. This noise, in turn, caused Gi-hun’s cock to twitch in your grip.

If you had known that getting eaten out felt this delicious - even though you were certain that Sang-woo would be the type of man to be considered skillful when performing oral - you truly would’ve gotten out of your way to lose your virginity sooner. 

Sang-woo’s hands rested on your bare butt, face pressed in between your cheeks whilst he ate you like a starving dog, the scruff on his chin causing heightened pleasure by how it grazed against your thighs. You soon snapped out of the tipsy pleasure, returning focus onto Gi-hun, whose length was desperately weeping at the tip. 

Pressing your mouth against it in a sloppy kiss, a drop of saliva soon rolling across the vein that you had traced with your finger earlier, you brought down your head, Gi-hun fisting the sheets as a strained grunt left his lungs. You moaned around him, taking him as far as you could into your inexperienced mouth, surprised at how good he tasted.

“(Y/N),” Sang-woo whispered into your cunt, “You taste so good. It’s an honour that I’m the first person to ever eat you.” He pulled back, pressing a few kisses onto your bottom, trailing up your spine before crawling over to your face. “Why not try it yourself?”

You drew yourself away from Gi-hun’s thick length and craned your neck, feeling Sang-woo’s tongue slip into your mouth, sharing your flavour with you. Moaning, you shifted, allowing him to pull you onto his lap. His button up was lightly scratching at your naked chest, tickling your nipples and you were desperate to feel his skin. With hesitation, you pulled your lips away from Sang-woo to paw his blazer and shirt off.

Having an idea of what you wanted, Sang-woo clumsily ripped his bowtie off, followed by shaking his blazer away and tearing the buttons of his shirt apart so you finally had access to his chest. He took your breath away as your hands dragged down to rest on his pectorals, you leaned down to press a kiss to the base of his jugular. A sweet taste of sweat and cologne mingled with your taste buds as you dragged your tongue up to reconnect with Sang-woo’s lips.

Gi-hun sat up, wrapping his arms around you from behind, and snaked a hand in between your legs. You tensed slightly at the sudden contact of Gi-hun’s warm chest before a low moan rumbled from the back of your throat. Sang-woo felt the vibrations of your moan as you felt agile fingers circle around your clit, teasing a little, testing the waters. Gi-hun gauged your response to his touch, keen to continue once he sensed your eagerness, slipping his hand a bit lower.

One of your hands went back to tangle into the shaggy locks of Seong Gi-hun, the other nervously reaching for the thick clothed erection of Sang-woo, which was pushing the spot right between your legs. Sang-woo was a little bit longer and girthier than Gi-hun, which almost had you worried at the prospects of their penis’ entering you. But you were going to take it because it was your last night and you didn’t want to go out like a virgin. Gi-hun pressed his lips against the nape of your neck, sucking your skin against his tongue whilst he began fingering you, teasing at your tight hole, a slender digit prodding at the entrance.

“Oh, Gi-hun,” you mewled, “Sang-woo… Please, more, I need more.”

Sang-woo let go of your lips to share a rather scheming look to Gi-hun, the two of them seemingly knowing what the other was planning as your eyes darted from one’s face to the other. A frown settled on your face as you were about to open your mouth when a thick finger pushed past the tight ring of your vagina, making you choke on your saliva as your eyes went down to see Gi-hun’s fingers deep inside you.

“She’s really tight, Sang-woo.”

“Really? Let me see.”

At that moment, you knew that both men were ready to bring heaven to you as Sang-woo’s fingers trailed down your sternum, over your stomach and down to your lips, circling your clitoris to feel at your arousal before joining Gi-hun’s finger deep inside of you. Sang-woo had slender fingers that seemed to reach further inside of you as you felt your core tense out at the surprise intrusion. It was only two fingers as of now, and you already felt like you were close to the edge.

“He’s right, you’re tight! Never stuck a finger in there, did you? You wanted real men to take your virginity? Fuck you ‘till you had tears down your face?”

You had always thought of Sang-woo as a reserved man that only spoke out of necessity. However, he was proving you wrong as he whispered seductive words into your ear that had you shiver. Your hand moved away from his groin and onto his shoulder as a way to anchor yourself, judging by the way they were pistoning their fingers deep inside the walls, you were close to falling off the edge.

Your grip in Gi-hun’s hair tightened as your head rolled back onto his shoulder, your hips went on auto-pilot as you gyrated against their fingers. Gi-hun added another finger inside of you which grazed against your spongy walls and close to your g-spot. Sang-woo pressed his thumb against your clitoris, alternating between slow and fast circles.

All the words you wanted to say had died in your brain as your only coherent words were a mixture of groans, whines and mumbles of their names. Gi-hun kept a slow pace of his fingers focusing on pressing deeper into you whilst Sang-woo was pushing faster into you, this had your head spinning, unable to cope with the different pressures in your vagina as your orgasm was released in a never-ending crescendo.

Both men were hypnotised by the way your hair was matted against your forehead, sweat dripping down your neck, eyes shut and your jaw wide open. Your walls tightened around their fingers before relaxing as they felt a gush of your fluids leak onto their hands. Gi-hun pressed soft kisses against your temple, praising you for sharing such a beautiful sight with them, his free hand rubbed against your torso to feel the stuttering jerks of your body cooling down.

“Do you think she’s ready to take us both?”

Your eyes snapped open as you took to looking into Gi-hun’s face, unable to comprehend what he had just asked. Then it dawned on you, that they had probably only just gotten started and they had yet to let you feel their cocks inside you. Going by the way you were drunk on pleasure, they needed to reaffirm that you were ready to continue, Sang-woo cupped your cheek and made you face him.

“(Y/N), we can stop here if you like? We don’t have to go further if you’re tired.”

You inhaled a deep breath as your eyes moved from Sang-woo to Gi-hun. Your heart melted at the tender softness in their eyes as a firm resolve settled on your face. Grabbing their fingers which were soaked in your arousal, you brought them close to your lips, your tongue peeked out to lap at your tangy fluids, your eyes snapping between the way their chests puffed out and their lips pursed.

“Did I ever say to stop? I want both of you to take my virginity. Make my night last forever in my mind.”

A rather wolfish grin grew on their faces as Gi-hun clasped your face, turning you to kiss him, his tongue dancing with your own to taste a faint tang of your arousal. Sang-woo watched the way your body arched and curled to their actions, faint red marks of their bites were scattered around your neck as he thanked his stars for this opportunity.

You were dragged into a world of your own as Gi-hun had you resettle onto his lap, this time his uncovered penis was grinding against the lips of your vagina, your arousal was soaking him, almost preparing him to sink inside you. The two of you pulled away as your breaths mingled, Gi-hun brought his hand down to angle his dick at your slit, your core tensed as your left hand curled to grab on to Gi-hun’s hair at the nape of his neck.

This was it. This was the moment as you and Gi-hun shared a soft sad smile, you turned over your shoulder to share the same smile to Sang-woo as you reached your hand out to bring him closer, have him press his chest against your back as you pressed gentle kisses against his jaw. Sang-woo unzipped his slacks, taking his cock out and having it press in between your butt cheeks.

"Take a deep breath, (Y/N)."

With a deep inhalation, your eyes shut tightly in anticipation of the pain. You were always told that losing one's virginity would be painful and therefore your fingers curled in their hair as a way to offshoot the pain that was yet to come. You slowly exhaled once you felt someone's dick push into your vagina, sliding comfortably through the walls as you hummed, curling your toes at the overwhelming sensation.

It didn't hurt like you thought it would - if anything, there was a sense of feeling warm and snug as the dick sat inside you, almost feeling like home as a deep purr left your lips. You felt like you were adrift in the sea as the silence echoed and all you could smell was sweat and musk. A lax expression appeared on your face, your eyes slowly opening and you drowned in the expression of love in Gi-hun's face.

You glanced over your shoulder to see the same expression on Sang-woo, your voice hoarse and slow as you expressed your gratitude.

"Thank you."

"No, thank you (Y/N)."

You didn’t dare to look down as you wanted this moment to be the both of them taking you first, you almost giggled at the way the cock slid out of you only for it to take your breath away as it thrusted and pushed deeper. Then you felt the tip of the other dick start to push in, and it was a tighter squeeze as your legs began to shake in a stuttering motion, whilst you hissed a curse.

"Fuck!"

You dared a glance down, almost fainting at the way your lower belly slightly protruded out more than usual. Hoping that what you were thinking wasn't possible, you brought your left hand down to press against your lower belly, a choked gasp cracking through your throat as you felt a shift and stiffness. It was one of their dicks pressing against your uterus as you unconsciously clenched your core.

Sang-woo and Gi-hun hissed and groaned at the uncontrollable sensations, Gi-hun bowed his head to nuzzle into your neck while Sang-woo's head lolled back at the tightness and clenching of your vagina. For a moment, neither of you could breathe or move as you tried to settle into each other. Your eyes watered slightly, Gi-hun was giving you butterfly kisses and Sang-woo leant forward to groan in your ear.

"Please, move."

Unable to say anything, Gi-hun gave a nod and slightly lifted you up before pushing in again, a low rumble of your name left his lips. All you could do was remain in their arms as they slowly rolled their hips deep into you. They kept up with a languid pace because both men wanted to ensure you came first.

Both men were gentle and soft with you, which was unlike their personalities, especially Sang-woo’s, whose hands rested on your breast and waist. Gi-hun couldn't believe the way the night turned out as he watched the way you were drifting and melting in their arms. He felt pride swell at the honour being bestowed upon him, the fact that of all men, you trusted him and Sang-woo to give you pleasure.

The businessman, on the other hand, was determined to give you everything, running his hand over your body and whispering honeyed words into your ears. A faint scent of chamomile and lilies burst into his nose as he tried to forge this memory into his mind. Despite all the shit they went through, this is the only memory he didn't want to burn with the other traumatic events. He wanted to imprint his touch onto you and your touch onto himself.

"Sang-woo! Gi-hun. I-"

At the broken stutter coming from your mouth, Sang-woo was inspired to go harder as he dragged his dick out almost to the tip before yanking you hard onto his length - so hard that the head brushed near your cervix.

"Ahh! Sang-woo!"

Sang-woo increased his pace which had you careening as both men used your body, Gi-hun was quieter as he grunted at your constant whines and mewls.

"You're so tight! Made just for me and Gi-hun. You're doing so well."

"All for you!" you cried out.

Sang-woo's face broke out in a grin as he pressed his face into your hair, keeping up with his pace, never stuttering. Another set of hands began stroking your body, going down to circle and flick at your clitoris which made a lone tear stream down your face. The pleasure was too much for you to handle as your legs began jerking faster at the tenderness in your body.

"Gi-hun! Sang-woo! I - I -"

With a vehement nod, Gi-hun increased the speed and depths of his thrusts as he pecked your lips, letting your sweet breath mingle with his. His words were a soothing drink of coolness over your body as he encouraged you, gently patting your head.

"It's okay, cum for us. Cum for us, (Y/N)."

With the green light from Gi-hun the tight coil in your uterus snapped, a wordless gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure. You had touched yourself before, but no amount of stimulation could’ve added up to feel this good. You were floating, specks filling your vision, and despite the room being almost pitch dark, you could swear that you saw a galaxy. 

Small mindless hums left your lips as you tried to relish in the intense explosion of ecstasy. The way your body was tensing atop theirs, Gi-hun and Sang-woo were not far behind with their climax, locking eyes for a brief moment over your shoulder as if deliberating where to spill. There was a slight hesitation in their thrusts as your eyes opened to take in their puzzled expressions. Having a faint idea of what they were deliberating, one of your hands went down to grip Sang-woo’s thighs, your other rested on Gi-hun’s lower back, sending a non verbal signal to the two of them, your hoarse voice cracking out.

“Cum in me.”

What did any of you have to lose if they came inside of you? 

It seemed as if they were thinking the same thing. Eyes focusing on your glistening, vulnerable body again, they came respectively, Sang-woo grunting against the nape of your neck, Gi-hun moaning your name and throwing back his head. Your inner walls were painted with their seed, leaving you feeling full even when they lifted you off their cocks.

You flinched at the removal and sighed at the sensation of their sperm leaking from your sensitive, satisfied hole, letting them carefully put you down on the bed. It wasn’t like you were in any situation to move, and sticky cum dribbled over your thighs, staining the sheets.

“How was that for losing your virginity?” Sang-woo smugly spoke, puffing out his chest proudly. You smiled tiredly, still attempting to catch your breath, crooning at the feeling of Gi-hun’s marvellous fingers through your hair. He scraped his nails against your scalp, leaning down to press his lips to your forehead. Their limpened cocks laid wonderfully thick against their stomachs, slick with the juices that came from your love-making.

“We don’t need sleep, do we?” You wondered out loud with a laugh, opening your eyes to gaze at the beautiful men in front of you. “Please, I don’t think I will be able to stop touching you two now. That was wonderful, and I can’t believe…” 

Your voice trailed off, suddenly thick with emotion. You swallowed away the tears, but a few still managed to escape your eyes. “I can’t believe that this is my final night. But it’s still the best night of my life.”

Gi-hun’s vision blurred and Sang-woo gave you a tight-lipped smile, resting a warm palm on your thigh. “Spread your legs, pretty thing.” he murmured, “Show us the mess we made.”

Cold air hit your swollen pussy as you spread your legs and you sighed deeply, feeling how new arousal settled within your gut. “There is so much more we can do to you.”

Your lips quivered with both grief and lust. “This is already the best night of my life,” you told them, “But if you can do that for me… If you can familiarise me with more pleasure… It would make it even better.” 

Sang-woo leant down, laying down on his stomach to draw your legs over his shoulders, pressing a few hot kisses against your thighs. “It’s our legacy, now.”

Gi-hun nodded, giving you a smile, cradling a hand against your cheek. “We want to give you more,” he added. “More than we already gave.”

“What can I give in return?” you said, desperation in your voice. “I’d do anything to pleasure you as well.”

New lust settled in Gi-hun’s groin, and it grew hot in front of your very eyes. His lips curled up with a mischievous smirk as he glanced down at Sang-woo between your legs. “You mind if I have a taste of her? I’m sure she’d love to have a taste of you in her mouth.” Sang-woo had a cheshire grin on his face as he dropped your legs and came to sit beside your head.

Gesturing to Gi-hun, “Be my guest, Gi-hun.”

Replacing Sang-woo’s original position, Gi-hun’s eyes lit up like fairy lights as he admired your engorged leaking vulva. His finger swiped over your labia, pushing in the pulsing fluids back inside you. You glanced up at Sang-woo as his thumb swipes over your plump bottom lip, your tongue peaks out to kitten lick the pad of it.

“Come on princess, take me in your hand,” he proposed, “Better yet, into your mouth.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice - Gi-hun’s tongue colliding with your sensitive cunt alongside the taste of yourself on Sang-woo’s hard cock brought forth a wave of bliss.

There was a bittersweet edge to it which caused your throat to screw shut. Pushing away the sorrow, you moaned loudly, eyes fluttering closed, opting to focus on your euphoria instead.

Tonight, you had to seize every opportunity you’d get. If this was the day you’d go out, it would be without regret.