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“Babe, seriously.” His jaw tightens. “Can I just do one game?”

“But… I’m not even doing anything.” You tilt your head in mock surrender, your fingers still doing those damn gentle circles on his shoulder. “I’m just watching.”

But you are… doing something.

Your hands rub patterns on his chest as your arms stay loosely draped over his shoulders.

Your lips softly trace the skin of his neck.

Even your scent is distracting… you just got out of the shower and you smell so sweet, like coconut and expensive perfume. If you don’t go away soon it’s going to wrap his mind into a fog.

He wants to snap at you, and he’s close to - not in a mean way, not scream at you, but… reclaim a little bit of his personal time and space.

The headset starts buzzing with his friends’ voices. Jooyeon forces his eyes back on the screen; brows knit together from tension due to how fast the game is moving.

Your lips brush against his skin again; this time higher, along his sharp jawline. Almost a kiss.

“I’m your good luck charm, remember?” You bite your lip mischievously.

Jooyeon doesn’t flinch but his mic picks up a breath he hadn’t meant to let out.

He’s fully focus mode. Or trying to seem like he is.

“Dude, you saw that, right?” His other friend Hyeongjun, the quieter from the three of them, gasps.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jooyeon’s eyes dart at the flashing screen. The keyboard fills the room with intense clicking noise as his fingertips move speedily.

His face is completely neutral as you step closer, moving one leg across his lap. After you take a seat, his arms do not waste a second and immediately hurry to readjust around you.

He must’ve seen you’re wearing nothing except one of his t-shirts, right?

Your fingers instinctively slip under the hem of his hoodie, grazing his skin despite the risks.

“Are you winning, baby?” You whisper in false innocence; your gaze, gleaming dreamily, lands upon his pink lips.

The sight of them is enough to tease the arousal already lingering inside you - you roll your hips against him, feeling his soft dick beneath the pair of sweatpants.

Good. He’s once again, not wearing any underwear.

“Trying to,” he mutters in response. Firm and low.

“Relax,” you murmur softly, planting a wet kiss on the side of his neck. “You got this, baby.”

As you move again, Jooyeon lets out an intense breath, but he says nothing. He pretends you’re not there.

Until he feels you dragging his sweatpants down.

That’s when his eyes directly meet yours which is the worst that could happen.

As you’re still on the floor, kneeling at his feet, you look up at with those wide, aroused eyes. Cheeks flushed and lips parted just enough to make his heart skip.

I’m not doing anything wrong written all over your face.

“You good, man?” Jiseok asks.

Jooyeon cusses under his breath, forcing his gaze back on the game.

“Yeah, all good,” he replies tightly, adjusting in his seat.

His headset is still on, the game is still running, Jiseok yelling something about positioning or whatever… it all blurs for a moment, because your hand twists around his cock - just the way he likes it - turning him harder with each passing second.

It all gets worse when you return on his lap but this time - simultaneously swallowing him with your pussy; from tip to base.

Jooyeon’s head presses against the back of his chair; his throat gulping as you adjust around him.

Once he looks at you, you can see it in his eyes - he’s frenzied. But also unable to comprehend why are you so soaked.

“Told you,” you blink innocently.

“Dude! Are you playing with your eyes closed?!”

“Chill,” Jooyeon says, glancing away from you; his voice roughens. “I’m coming.”

“You’ve been coming for like five minutes,” Jiseok complains.

“Nice phrasing,” Hyeongjun murmurs casually.

“I swear to God—“ Jooyeon grits his teeth.

You lean forward, slipping fingers through his hair. Slow and soothing. A gentle gesture of comfort, but to him… it’s like gasoline.

You don’t even tug or anything, you just move fingertips through the soft strands, and still - his breath catches. The way it does when you’re pulling on them when he’s f—

No.

He’s not going to think about that. He’s not even going to look at you. He can’t.

The game.

“Okay, everyone focus!” Jiseok yells as the game continues for a while. “ON YOUR LEFT!!! GUYS—“

Jooyeon shifts - not because of his teammate’s warning but because his body starts to move without his permission.

The moment a muffled moan accidentally spills from your lips is the same moment his character loses the match.

“Oh damn,” Jiseok exhales in disappointment. “Are you planning on playing today or you’re just here for emotional support?”

“Shut up,” Jooyeon murmurs before pausing - to wait for the warm wave in his body to pass. “I just… misclicked.”

Your touch trails heat down the back of his neck, your pussy walls, tight and hot, clench ever so slightly. He swears he can feel your heartbeat thumping against his chest.

“Dude, you didn’t even move,” Jiseok shoots back.

You haven’t spoken in a few minutes. However, he can bet you still have that maddening look of innocence on your face.

Jooyeon lets out a tight laugh - humourless and strained. Sometimes, when he’s really pissed off, he laughs like that. You’re unsure if the warning in his laughter is directed at you or Jiseok, though.

Could be both.

Another match begins. It’s all good and calm for a while. But you start feeling very needy. The need’s been simmering beneath your skin all day, and now it’s starting to ache.

Your thighs twitch. Unintentionally, your pussy that’s been leaking desperately, strengthens its grip. Still, somehow you stay quiet. A few soft sighs and hums escape between you, but nothing louder than that.

Until Jooyeon loses one more time and he fails to hold back his frustration.

“For fuck’s sake!” His voice cuts sharp.

And then, without thinking, without even meaning to - he bucks into you. Cussing at the game and the growing pressure coiling tight in his core.

Even if you had time to prepare and swallow your moan properly, you wouldn’t have succeeded.

Having Jooyeon’s dick pushed deeply into you without a warning like that is something that inevitably will pull out a reaction from your mouth.

“Uhm…” you hear Jiseok puzzled. “What was that? Dude, you’re acting so weird today… right? Hyeongjun, back me up.”

Instead of answering, Jooyeon exhales sharply, his eyes fluttering shut as he presses his forehead to yours.

His hands leave the desk, abandoning the game entirely, and slide to your waist. His commanding grip guides you back and forth - a deliberate rhythm against his lap.

Finally, a proper wave of pleasure has his cock throbbing; rushing to push him over the edge.

You barely manage to hold back. A silent whine builds in your throat, your mouth falls open to almost release it.

The headset crackles again.

“Wait, where’s Hyeongjun? Did he dip? Am I solo here?”

You’re so, so close… after holding him inside you for so long, you need so little.

You’re seconds away from one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced when Jooyeon shifts his hands beneath your ass cheeks, gripping tight to support your moves even better.

“Dude.” Jiseok blurts out; finally connecting the dots after a clear pornographic sound invades his headset. “Ew! I’m reporting you.”

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