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“Oh?” your eyebrows raise, too, because you still remember how her world exploded with a terribly dramatic meow-scream when you left her in here with Beomgyu.

He chuckles, stepping behind you to take your jacket off for you. “We french-kissed. Me and her. Would you mind?” he whispers.

A shocked laughter escapes your mouth. “You should've kept that as a secret.”

As you step into the living room, he keeps telling you something about how crazy the cat is. But in this room shrouded in the mist of the rain, the first thing that catches your attention is Taehyun’s eyes. He’s here.

When he turns to you and smiles gently, a soft tremor—one you can’t quite explain—wraps itself around your body.

“Hello.”

The last gray clouds, having managed to shield themselves from the darkness, cast a glow on the large sheets of paper on his desk. Libra stops chewing on them and slowly slides down from Taehyun’s lap, purring as she makes her way toward you.

She doesn't accept your hug, though; it makes you all chuckle. Cats are weirdly cute.

“You're soaking wet…” Beomgyu mumbles, touching your hair. His warm fingertips pressing on your scalp slightly feel really good.

“Yeah,” you smile, “There's a freak storm outside.” Your eyes search for the windows to look at it; it is still there, even angrier.

“You should stay until it's gone,” Taehyun says, looking up at you for a second and then leans back again on his desk, grabbing his ruler. And you watch him putting it down on the large paper, which has a great drawing of a castle on it, using his pen to draw new lines on it. He's always doing something on that desk, every time you see him in Beomgyu's house. He's always silent and gentle. It’s not so hard to have a sudden, stupid crush on him.

You watch him now to see his words, and maybe more, in his eyes too.

Because your house’s door is just two steps ahead of Beomgyu’s. Everyone in this room knows that the storm won't swallow you if you want to go out.

That wasn't him being polite. Clearly.

“Come here.” Beomgyu whispers, grabbing your waist with one hand and taking you out of that thought bubble. “Let's dry your hair.”

Beomgyu's room is familiar and his bed sheets are still colored with that navy blue. You two fucked on that deep ocean two or three times, it's always tempting and surreal in a way. You like it most in his home; nothing needs to have a meaning. He's the neighbor, drops his anchor in this place, he'll die here being your next door.

A safe space.

Beomgyu guides you to the bathroom and wraps a white towel around your head, messing up your hair more until you escape from it. Giggles echoing and reflections dancing on the mirror. Then you catch that towel and wipe your face and hair properly. Beomgyu watches you while he takes the hair dryer, you can see him smiling in the mirror.

“May I?” he asks, stepping behind you and you just nod. Letting him dry your hair, touching and combing the damp strands between his fingers, gently taking his time. A soft humming in your head, you close your eyes and watch all the pictures that fill there; the train, damp streets, sweet raindrops, apartment door, dark stairs, Beomgyu… Beomgyu's smile, Taehyun's hands, the castle…

The sound stops, and you sigh, open your eyes.

“You can take a shower, if you wish.” Beomgyu mumbles.

“Rain already did that part.” you smile, and catch Beomgyu's smile, too, on the mirror while he puts the hair dryer in its place at your back.

He leans his hips on the counter and holds it while you touch your soft, dry hair. His gaze heavy like cold honey. “Can I comb your hair, too?” he asks, tilting his head to the side slightly. You watch the strands of his hair falling free, and showing his forehead. “Not that it's messy. I just… like your hair.” he adds, voice quieter.

And your smile grows sweeter slowly, you can't really decide if his eyes make you nervous or put sweet little tingles under your skin. Both? Maybe?

“Sure.” you nod.

He nods, too, grateful.

Pulling back from the counter lazily, he steps toward you again. Closer this time. “Let me…” he whispers, leaning forward just enough for his chest to touch your back while opening a closet before you. And your eyes fall on the sink, holding your breath unconsciously, feeling his hips press on yours while his hands search for the untouched comb…

“Look at you…” he groans, pulling your hips toward himself while he thrusts into you at that cruel pace. And you can't see anything but the the piercing, bright white.

He tangles a fist in your hair and lifts your head up, forcing you to look in the mirror. “Oh, you want to watch a pretty slut…” he whispers against your skin, licking a line under your ear, pulling at your hair more. “Open your eyes, baby… See how I'm fucking her up…-

“There,” Beomgyu pulls back. And you inhale finally, pushing all the pictures away by blinking quickly.

“What is he drawing?” you ask, voice quite now because you can't see anything else in the mirror now…

“Everything.” Beomgyu shrugs. “In his perspective.”

You think about Taehyun's perspective while he starts to comb your hair. Beomgyu's gentle as always, combing carefully, sometimes using his fingers, sometimes touching your neck and shoulders. It wakes you up in a way, pulling you away from that sleepy state you were in.

“Surreal stuff?” you ask, leaning against his touch a little.

He purses his lips, thinking about it for a moment. “Yeah, sometimes…”

Your eyes meet in the mirror again and butterflies attack the wrong place in you. Still softly.

“Why don't you ask him yourself?” he asks, watching your reflection with his half lidded eyes. And that small smile.

You don't answer, just smile back and hold his eyes. It'd be so easy to comb his hair back with your fingers, and kiss that smile off his face. He'd undress you quickly, carry you in his bed and let you ride him all night.

You bet he missed you, too.

But Taehyun doesn't leave your mind alone. Every spiral of thought ends in his castle. His presence doesn't prevent anything for you, and that's the problem.

Comb goes into the dark cabinet again, the mirror disappears from your vision and the door has its place. Beomgyu smiles, eyes saying ladies first.

And the strange feeling kept flying in the air between you two when he gave you a large, white shirt and took your damp clothes to the dryer. Watched you change; taking off and wearing that shirt with no bra. Leaning on the wall, shameless, but not with his usual cocky behavior.

Something more intense.

The only parts of the castle that gleam are its gates; the elegant pattern on the frame, when viewed up close, transforms into sorrowful tales where only the first three lines have been written, the rest left blank. Angels and flowers follow one another. As one moves towards the corners of the door, the Hemlock grows amidst the angels’ shifting expressions; they smile, fall silent, shiver or weep until its uniqueness, resembling snowflakes, transforms into a half snowball. They are at peace only when a hemlock is complete. Just as the sweet intensity of the process is torn apart and lost by the greed of the outcome. Or being unaware of the micro snowflakes that lose their pattern as we squeeze the snow in our hands.

“Suited you,” Taehyun says without looking at you.

Turning your gaze away from the grandeur of the drawing causes you to be slow, yet the shirt’s fabric feels sharp against your skin for a moment. It’s loose enough, and yet somehow suffocating now. You lower your head to look at it, and the realization hits you.

It belongs to Taehyun.

“Thank you,” you say, as the warmth tickles your cheeks. You don’t turn to Beomgyu, but the image of him leaning against the bedroom wall a moment ago comes to mind anyway. The smile you’ve been calling ‘small’ up until now.

“What do you think?” Taehyun asks, his eyes fixed on the castle, his voice calm and somehow reassuring. As if he’d sensed your tension.

You smile. “Where is this castle?”

Taehyun’s lips curl upwards slightly. “From a nightmare.” he says, turning to you.

Your eyebrows raise, you lean in a little closer to the drawing, and, aware that it was constructed within a nightmare, you scan all the angels once more.

“Were you the king?” Beomgyu asks Taehyun.

Taehyun pulls the chair next to him out for you. “It’s not the sort of information you can acquire in three seconds.”

You aren’t sitting on the chair; you’re resting your knee on it. Taehyun’s eyes linger first there, then on your hair, which looks even softer when dry. When you lock eyes with him, you feel the need to take a deep, silent breath for your lungs. “Why is it a nightmare, then?” you ask, almost in a whisper.

Taehyun first tilts his head slightly, holding your gaze, his eyes catching the beautiful curve of your neck. He’s quite good at warming you from there.

Then he slides his palm across the paper, slowly, as if opening it up. As if the answer is obvious.

“I remember everything,” he murmurs.

You return to the paper for the third time as his words sink into your mind. Black lines follow one another, and your eyes climb up to his fingers moving slowly over them. His hands draw you in again and again.

“She’s good at drawing,” says Beomgyu quietly. “Let there be a flower for her too.”

Your heart begins to skip a beat here. The thought of touching this masterpiece?

Beomgyu is acting suspiciously enough.

And Taehyun’s eyes scan your face one last time, he pushes his chair back slightly and glances for a moment at the chair where your knee is resting. As his legs spread slightly, he offers you a new seat.

The tension causes you to turn your face towards Beomgyu, who is leaning comfortably back on the sofa.

He nods his head.

You swallow, though it does nothing to ease the lump of excitement in your throat. You pull your knee away from the chair and take the single, small step between you. This time your knee rests against him. As you sit on his lap, he wraps his arms around your waist as gently as possible, helping your back to rest against his chest. You close your eyes for a moment...you’re certain you two won’t draw anything.

Taehyun’s hands slide upwards, caressing your body—now hidden beneath his own shirt—very slowly. As his fingers glide over your ribcage, you notice your breathing slowing down.

He notices too.

“Breathe with me,” he whispers, his lips feeling warm against the back of your ear.

Overwhelming? Perhaps just intense.

When you open your eyes again, Beomgyu is no longer on the sofa.

Inhale, and exhale.

You breathe quietly and slowly, falling into a natural rhythm. You feel him on your back and neck, warm and silent, in perfect harmony with you. As if he’s preparing you for something.

“Like that…” Taehyun whispers into your neck. “Relax.” his fingers glide over your chest. You’re not quite in a steady rhythm yet, but it's relaxing you dangerously.

Then you feel hands on your knees. Again, warm and slow. It's Beomgyu.

His face burrows beneath the fabric, parting your legs and leaning patiently against your warmth.

Your eyes close.

A shallow breath gently disrupts the rhythm.

One of Taehyun’s hands rests on your stomach, whilst the other glides over your collarbone. “You’re safe,” he whispers in your ear, voice so quiet it sounds as though it isn’t true at all. It makes you open your eyes. And his fingers wrap around your throat.

It happens at the same moment as Beomgyu’s tongue pushes against your underwear, pressing roughly between your curves.

Your hands grip Taehyun’s forearms and wrists, and your eyes seem to see blurred ripples in the misty scene of the living room. A soft spark of pleasure courses through your brain. It loosens your grip.

Taehyun squeezes a little tighter and Beomgyu bites your clitoris. “Oh—” Your eyes close, your thighs wrap around Beomgyu’s head. And he grabs them with delight, rocking his head from side to side over your pussy as he slides his tongue inside you. A moan catches in your throat, and you watch as the waves of pleasure swell even further. The white expands, expands, expands as much as it can before a peaceful darkness descends upon you…

You squirt a little onto Beomgyu’s chin, and Taehyun slowly loosens his grip on your throat. He lets you drift lazily at the peak, lets you savour it, and then cradles you as he brings you down.

Like a master.

As you take another real, deep breath, you feel the delicious ache settling deep within you. And then there’s the gentle kiss Beomgyu places on your inner thigh.

Your mind hovers for about two seconds between a hysterical laugh and a sob.

“Do you want me to stop?” Taehyun asks quietly, his thumb stroking your collarbone.

And you shake your head no, still panting.

Taehyun licks his lips, sending a shiver down your spine as his hands settle on your thighs.

“Do you want this?” Whisper this time. “Both of us?” He turns his face slightly towards you and watches the flush that spreads across your cheeks at the thought.

“I want it… both of you,” you whisper, too, weakly.

Beomgyu’s middle finger slides easily inside you, gently prodding your walls. Your sudden shiver melts away in Taehyun’s embrace; he rests his chin on your shoulder and lifts your skirt to see more of you.

“Have you ever done something like that?” His fingers slide along your inner thigh, slipping beneath your underwear, his thumb pressing against your clitoris.

“No,” you breathe.

“But it excites you?” Taehyun gently massages the bundle of nerves. Your nipples feel hard against the fabric of the shirt.

“Yes,” you say without thinking.

Beomgyu adds a second finger, lifting his face towards you. You know his eyes; that look is familiar. Sinful. As Taehyun’s circling on your clitoris quickens, your body leans forward and your lips part slowly.

Your spit falls onto one of the angels, whose face is wrinkled with sorrow. It stains the paper a pale grey and makes all the lines appear darker.

Taehyun positions you with his own hands in Beom’s blue sheets. On your hands and knees. He’s gentle with your body, pressing his hands on your back for you to arch nicely, palms sliding on your skin like it’s the most delicate thing he ever touched. It’s giving you goosebumps; half from excitement, half from not knowing what to expect from his ways.

Beomgyu’s presence was making it easy and even fun so far, but you didn’t see him smile until you three entered his room.

Navy blue fills your palms, a half-alive glove that catches the smallest sweat beads from them. Your heart thumping in your chest; lazily for one second, needy for the other. You lift your head and catch Beomgyu's gaze. His eyes climb the way from your back to your face, slowly taking the sight in. And he doesn't even blink when your eyes meet there for two seconds.

“Close your eyes.”

Taehyun commands, and you look down at the sheets, at your hands, listen to him. Your stomach turns softly. Shivers caressing your body from head to toe.

Now that your eyes are closed, you're willing to hear everything. First, Beomgyu sits on the bed, and a zipper sound comes next. Patient, almost slow. Not from Beomgyu.

From Taehyun.

You swallow, eyes tight shut, feel him positioning behind you; his crotch to your hips, his chest to your back. He takes your hands in his, and intertwines your fingers. You're holding your breath for a second in his cage as his face approaches yours. “You're beautiful.” he mumbles, “Thank you for letting us have you,” his right hand slides on your stomach and palm your pussy, fingers settling between your folds. Making your hips twitch against his, your thighs start to tremble already…

His voice has an angels’ tone, but it's thicker when he's complimenting. And your heart skips a beat even though your body is still reactive to the strange air in the room.

It only goes more exciting, besides all the feelings you're naming inwardly.

Still exciting.

“Relax,” he slides two fingers in you, starting to stretch you out for his cock. Moving them slowly and gently on your warm walls; he knows how to do it, has the best fingers you've ever had in you.

You're trying to inhale and exhale like the way he taught you, while your pussy clenching around his fingers. He's pushing them forward, and circling the way back with his fingertips.

You sigh softly to the feeling growing in your stomach, almost a sweet moan.

Taehyun leans your cheeks, and you know Beomgyu watches you getting fingered without blinking.

“I'll be clear.” Taehyun whispers, pulling his fingers out with a dirty ‘pop’ out of your pussy and slides them over your clit. “If you make a sound while I fuck you, I'll pull back.”

Your pupils dilate behind the closed lids, fingers squeezing his hand for a second. But you heard him right.

“And you'll come without my cock.” He turns his face slightly, “Same with Beom.” lips touching your jawline. “Understood?” he whispers against your skin, voice soft as ever.

And you swallow again, “Yes.” answer him verbally just because you like the feeling of his lips on your face.

He nods, satisfied, and parts his lips on you: sucks on your skin softly down your neck. His fingers roll your clit until your head gets dizzy and you lose the feeling of it.

Relax completely.

Warm drops fall down on sheets when he lifts his body up, painting them darker and giving the blue its terrifying depth. He leans the head of his cock on your entrance, and he pushes himself in the warm wetness, patiently sliding. Your hands grasp the sheets, tighter with every inch. Your walls embrace his hardness, pulsing around it eagerly.

He grabs your hips and presses his cock in you better, pushing it forward deeply like he wants to fill all of you up with himself. Possessiveness is there, in his movements. You swallow again. Inhale, and exhale…

He starts to move, holding you in place with his hands. You like the thin rhythm of his immediately. It grows faster with each passing second but stable, cock sliding in and out of you. Secretly getting rougher, not letting you notice it.

But his thrusts are sharp, really sharp. You fall on your elbows slowly, pressing your lips together like it can prevent a sound.

You don’t even hear his breathing. He’s focused, fucking you in a thick silence.

For not missing the smallest sounds, or he’s just that perfectionist. Everywhere.

This is the first moment you name it scary.

He suddenly slaps his hips to yours rough, hitting the sweetest spot inside, he catches a shocked shaky breath from your throat.

Taehyun stops, and your eyes open, heart beating your chest nervously. He grabs your hips tighter, and changes the angle… Oh, no, you shake your head briefly.

Taehyun starts to slam into you, hitting that spot perfectly. “Gh-” You bite your tongue hard, wetting his cock while he rocks your body. The wet, gross sound of body slapping fills your ears, making you imagine Taehyun's expression. Him frowning, biting his lip, staring at your pussy and cursing every time you clench around him tightly… You can't really hear anything when you're close, but imagining it makes it hotter.

Oh my God, oh God… You're screaming inside, holding all of them back. It's hard. Really hard.

Taehyun is only going faster, not even flinching against the clenching of your walls, and tears welling up in your eyes…

A sob comes out from your mouth, “Ahhh,” and your body closes in for the release but Taehyun stops.

You hear a silent oops, from Beomgyu probably.

Tears touching on your cheeks warmly, with the emptiness, the rhythm still going in your mind, without his cock now.

You inhale, and exhale. Then lean your face on the sheets while Taehyun slides his fingers in you, and cry as much as you want through your orgasm.

“Good girl,” Beomgyu breathes, leaning in to place a soft kiss on your temple. “Such a good girl.” His hands glide over your shoulders, gentler than ever, to make you feel at ease again. “But you can do better, you know that,” he says quietly, as he unzips.

You take a deep breath as his hips press against you. Probably because you know exactly how this is going to go. His already-leaking cock leans against your warm, puffy pussy lips. He grabs himself and slaps the tip against them, making your thighs tremble.

Even though they’ve given you enough time in between, you still feel sensitive.

“We’re starting again,” he says. “No tears, okay?”

You nod, licking your lips.

He pushes his cock into you with one firm thrust, and you bite your lip hard. Your back arches, and you’re on your elbows again.

“Oh, fuck…” Beomgyu grips your hips so hard he leaves marks. “I missed this so much.”

The sensation of fullness is quick to stir a new feeling in your stomach, because this is Beomgyu. He’s always rough and fast.

“You too, baby?” He groans, leaning down until his shadow falls on your back. “You missed my cock so badly, didn’t you? Tell me.” He cups your breasts and squeezes them in his palms, tilting his head as if seeking an answer. And at the last moment, you stop yourself from speaking to him.

Beomgyu smiles, increasing his pace even further as he teases your nipples with his fingertips.

The rain-streaked window drifts out of your field of vision, and you tilt your head further.

But Beomgyu is aware that you’re trying to hold back. One hand grips the back of your knee and lifts your leg, positioning you at the angle where he can hit that spot he knows best. And with his first thrust, you let a naughty tear fall onto the sheets.

No tears. No tears. No tears. The sound of skin-slapping grows rougher and faster with every passing second, blending perfectly with Beomgyu’s panting.

No tears… His hand slides from your hip down towards your pussy; you hold your breath.

Within seconds, the sharp slapping sounds join that chaotic melody. Coming from between your legs.

Tears of pleasure warm your cheeks.

“You want to scream so badly…” Beomgyu whispers. His voice is close, but when he starts rolling your clit, your mind falls into a mind-blowing void. You feel nothing but the stars.

“Let me hear your beautiful sounds.” Beomgyu continues, “Bring my dirty little girl,”

The pulse is pounding in your ears, your walls impossibly wrapping around his length.

You can only hold on for two seconds; as your face falls onto the sheets, a helpless sob slips past your lips.

And Beomgyu stops instantly. You can imagine the smirk on his lips.

The sudden cutoff of pleasure weakens your limbs in seconds, and Beomgyu’s fingers, filling you up, let you breathe again. “God…”

Taehyun’s silence and Beomgyu’s noise are the same, you think.

“How many times can you come?* Taehyun tilts his head to the side. It’s not a question.

It feels as though he’d like it if you said you were sorry, but you don’t have the voice for it. You lazily wipe the beads of sweat from your forehead onto the sheets; there’s still a strong pulse you can feel, but the serotonin is quickly turning your brain to jelly, and you can’t feel your knees. Taehyun wraps his arms around your body, and in his embrace, you feel like you’ve turned into one of his angels. Made of paper, or warm steam.

His hands feel good on your back and waist. Warm. Again. “Can you take two dicks inside?” he asks quietly, his voice much more serious.

You swallow. “N-no.”

He nods. “No, I don’t think you can.” He mutters it as if it’s the reason you have to do much better than before. He grips your hips and lifts them up, preparing you for him again.

You swallow, and the goosebumps he gives you come back.

“Wanna be good for me?”

His gentle tone makes your stomach clench, and you nod your head quickly. You really want it.

He taps your pussy with his cock. “Should I trust you?”

You take a deep breath. You really don’t know, and he isn’t expecting an answer anyway.

And this time, you feel better somehow—whether it’s because you’ve run out of strength or because you’re genuinely eager to please him, you don’t know. His cock slides hard inside you, just like the first time, and your walls grip him tighter than they did then. But you’re not holding your breath, and your pulse isn’t pounding in your stomach… Just a delicious rhythm and ragged breaths.

This time, you can hear his breathing too.

His chest presses against your back, and he murmurs, “Simple, right?” into your hair. You feel him close his eyes this time, and it almost makes you smile.

The third orgasm quickly sends its waves through your body, and your hips begin to move in sync with his. Taehyun murmurs contentedly, and when your head drops, he grabs a fistful of your hair to lift it back up.

You take his other hand, which is resting on the bed, and squeeze it; the back of your neck presses against the hollow of his neck. Your eyebrows furrow in pleasure, and as you come weakly all over on his cock, this time you make no sound.

Your head spins like as if you’re about to faint; the kiss Taehyun places on it speeds everything up.

As his sperm spreads through you in waves, your lips curl upward in ecstasy. They hold a faint smile for a few seconds.

“I could play with you all night.” Taehyun groans hoarsely, letting your body lean against the sheets again. Between Beomgyu and him.

A sense of emptiness makes you moan softly as his warm fluid flows down your thighs. Instead of filling your lungs with air while staring at the ceiling, you wrap your arms around Taehyun’s shoulders. You pull him into the warm kiss you’ve been longing for since the very beginning. Tired and passionate. As your tongues lazily glide over each other, he leans in until your head presses against the mattress again.

When you pull away, you ignore the need to breathe once more and lean in toward Beomgyu’s lips. His pleased smile melts away in your kiss.

And within seconds, his lips begin to feel cold. A sharp, smoky cold, like the chill surrounding a frozen forest fruit.

It makes you pull your head back.

You see the blurred ripples again; it’s hard to find Beomgyu’s lips among them. Just as it’s hard to find his voice. He says something.

You lean in to hear him, closer and closer…

“You’re soaking wet…” His lips form the words as slowly as possible. Then they turn to Taehyun’s lips. “You should stay until it’s gone…”

…

“Actually I need to take Libra and go to my place quickly.” you smile gently through the sweet ache in your head.

“Oh, okay.” Beomgyu nods in understanding, and guides you to the living room. “We french-kissed. Me and her. Would you mind?”

A shocked laughter escapes your mouth. “You should've kept that as a secret.”

As you step into the living room, he keeps telling you something about how crazy the cat is. But in this room shrouded in the mist of the rain, the first thing that catches your attention is Taehyun’s eyes.

He’s here.

When he turns to you and smiles gently, a soft tremor—one you can’t quite explain—wraps itself around your body.

He just smiles as a greeting, and you’re remembering something Beomgyu said about how he never talks while working. The last gray clouds, having managed to shield themselves from the darkness, cast a glow on the large sheets of paper on his desk. Libra stops chewing on them and slowly slides down from Taehyun’s lap, purring as she makes her way toward you.

You feel home while she climbs on your body and wraps her soft arms around your neck.

“Cuddle with her and forget about the trip, okay?” Beomgyu says, smiling fondly.

And this time, as the three of you walk toward the door again, “good nights,” “sweet dreams,” and “rest well” all blend together.

The sharp, shrieking sound of a violin sends the room into a panic, a collective shout escaping every single one of your friends, including yourself. Laughter soon rolls in after, each of you making fun of someone else for the noise they made.

Forty-five minutes into the second movie whose title you cannot remember, the first jump scare finally happened. All six of you had been mumbling for what felt like ages, wondering when the scares were going to pick up- which made the shout in unison even funnier.

“I was wondering when the fuck that was going to happen!” Soobin threw a hand at the girl on the screen running around the dark house.

“Holy shit,” Kai slapped a hand to his chest, letting out a breathy laugh from where he sat on the floor in front of him. The eldest was lounging in a chair that matched the loveseat you and Taehyun were on, letting the youngest lay his head on his lap or between his knees. Soobin ruffled a hand through the youngest's hair.

“Scared the shit out of me,” Beomgyu mumbled, mouth full of pizza.

“Did you see how you all jumped,” you laughed, “Scared the shit out of all of us.”

Well, everyone except for your boyfriend beside you who could care less.

His big eyes took in the screen with his eyebrows pointed down, judging the scenes in his mind. He didn’t like scary movies, and not for the reason one would think. He simply didn’t enjoy them. They never scared him, they had superficial endings, there always had to be a random sex scene that added nothing to the story, and they were predictable. He could figure the plot out within the first ten minutes, he always knew who the final girl would be.

At least that’s what he’s told you.

When it was decided, by Yeonjun a week ago, that you were going to binge as many as you could tonight, you watched with a smirk as Taehyun rolled his eyes and quietly sighed to himself. He had seven days to prepare himself to sit through hours of shitty cinema.

Even though he hated it with all of his being, he kept it to himself. You were worried he’d take away some of the boy's fun while simultaneously worrying that he wouldn’t have any fun of his own, but he assured you, with a low whisper and a graze of his eyes over your body, that he would find ways to enjoy himself. 

He promised.

Everyone except Taehyun laughed at the way Yeonjun imitated Beomgyu and how his ass had quite literally lifted off of the floor when he jumped. “These have a slow start,” he nodded toward the screen. Using his hands, he explained to Kai the origin of the film and why it was paced the way that it was.

Turning to glance over at Taehyun you find him glaring at Yeonjun with a perked brow, his top lip nearly curling in discontent. Reaching a hand over toward him to give his thigh a squeeze, you quietly thanked him for doing this, reminding him to let them have their fun.

As your fingers dug into his muscle he softened his eyes, hoping to not get caught, but it was too late. A bashful smile graced his lips for all of three seconds before he frowned and held his arms open. He wiggled his fingers, begging you to come to sit between his legs.

“Come here,” he whispered, shifting so that his legs would go across the cushions and you could sit back against his chest. You moved quietly, but still got a curious glance from Soobin, checking to make sure everyone was okay with a small smile. Kai had his head laid back in his lap, Soobin’s fingers twirling in his hair.

Once your hips were snug between his thighs, you laid backward and placed your head on his shoulder with a sigh. It was too comfy. It was dangerous actually, this was a prime falling asleep position, you may have just set yourself up for disaster. His broad chest, his steady breath, his warmth.

It didn’t help that he nestled his cheek in your hair, or that he slipped his hands over your thighs, dancing his fingers over the cotton of your pajama bottoms. His hot breath tickled your neck, but also lulled you into a peaceful state so far from your apartment that you were immune to any further scares in the movie playing on your television.

A monster went running across the screen and all of the boys jumped, falling into a fit of giggles, lurching toward the TV. Neither you nor Taehyun moved aside from his hand that slid beneath the tank you were wearing. It smoothed over your belly a few times, soothing you further. 

Sleep called you, the movie needed to pick up, or it needed to end, or else you’d be in Snoozeville before you got into the next decade of films… That is until Taehyun slipped his hand into your pants, over your panties. Squeezing your legs shut, trapping his hand between your thighs, you tilted your head. Ignoring your glare, he focused on the TV, finding it all so interesting all of a sudden. 

He wouldn’t dare.

The boys were in the room, they were all sitting around you, in front of you, beside you, there was no way in hell he’d ever try something like this.

Settling back on his chest, watching two more characters get killed off, Taehyun muttered, “Predictable,” while Beomgyu clawed at his hair and Yeonjun laughed. Soobin and Kai whispered amongst themselves, eyes pointed at the television, working out the ending together.

“You’ve seen this before?” you asked your boyfriend, and he huffed.

“No,” he sneered, smoothing the hand that wasn’t trapped between your legs over one of your thighs. “Relax, babe,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your head, “Trust me.”

Taking a breath, you allowed yourself to melt into him, legs going slack, hands smoothing over his legs that caged you in. Right before the movie finished, Taehyun guessed the ending out loud and acquired a glare from Beomgyu. Kai and Soobin shared a high five, having it all figured out themselves.

“How dare you,” Gyu muttered, sharing a look with you, “Shut him up, please.”

Taehyun laughed. “She’s not gonna tell me to-”

Reaching a hand backward, you cradled his cheek and gave him a fake frown. “Don’t do that to them,” you said softly, and the look he gave you in return sent a spark through your middle. “Please.”

Leaning in to kiss you, slowly, a little slutty with how his tongue teased you, he pulled back slightly and whispered, “Well, since you said please.”

Another hour and a half passed, Yeonjun slipped in a new tape, The Exorcist, and the boys were toast. Now this one, you and Taehyun have both seen, and the ending, entirely predictable. Soobin and Kai reacted to the scares, Beomgyu sat crisscross on the carpet, half of his being leaning toward the screen, eyes wide, taking the classic in for all it’s worth, and Yeonjun sat back, proud, sipping on a beer, grinning whenever one of his friends yelped.

Taehyun’s hands explored every inch of skin beneath the blanket on top of you. He pressed his fingers into your thighs, rubbed circles over your belly, let his palms ghost your tits, brushing over them as they passed from your top half to your lower half. He massaged your shoulders, worked his fingers into your back, relaxing you, your eyes heavy lidded and half shut. 

Knees pulled into you, dropping open against his, your slow, steady breath was his green light.

He slid his hand down your belly, into your pants, under your panties. One of his long, slender fingers found your clit and swirled over it with a vengeance. Squeezing your legs shut, you swallowed a squeal, stopping him.

“No, baby,” he sighed, warm breath tickling your neck. “Let me in.”

“Taehyun-”

“Please,” he pouted. Tilting your chin to look up at him and his shining eyes begging to let him touch you, you released a shaking breath. “I’m so bored. Please, let me play with you.”

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

This was wrong.

You couldn’t let him do this.

Shifting your eyes around the room, trying to not move too much, the boys were laser focused on the film. It wasn’t a quiet movie, you wouldn’t be heard, and you knew how to be quiet, plus, he probably doesn’t even want it to go too far, he liked to do this, he liked to touch you. He’s done this countless times, curious hands, not even looking to get anything out of it, he adored the act, touching you, feeling you, playing with you.

But, this was only the third movie. 

If Taehyun was bored now, you had a long night ahead of you.

“Fine,” you whispered, relaxing your legs. “Just please don’t-”

A gasp ripped through you, one you tried to mask by turning your head into his shoulder. As soon as he felt your muscles go lax, he slipped a finger inside of you.

Biting the tip of his tongue, he grinned, baring his teeth with glee. “This is turning you on.” 

Judging by how easily he slid a second finger into you, yes, this was turning you on.

Four of your friends were sitting mere feet away from you. In the closest vicinity. He had his fingers inside of you, dirty, he pressed his thumb to your clit and twisted, filthy, making you feel good in a way reserved for behind a closed bedroom door. He did it in front of your friends. At any moment they could turn around, they could look at you, they could ask what you were doing…

“Fuck, I wish you could tell me what you’re thinking,” Taehyun whispered, his lips dancing over the shell of your ear. Testing the waters, your arousal soaking him, he curls his fingers and sucks in a breath when he feels your body tense.

Stars spotted your vision.

If this blanket wasn’t covering you the boys would be able to see it all. If the volume wasn’t turned almost all the way up on the TV they might be able to hear the way your breath caught in your throat. They’d be able to watch how you melt for your boyfriend, how fast you become his slut with one mere touch to your body, how all Taehyun had to do was pout his lips and say please and you were giving in to him, letting him take what he wants from you, using you for his own fun, and there was nothing you could do about it…

Clenching around his fingers that hadn’t stopped moving, the squelch you couldn’t hear, but feel, he breathed through a laugh. “Bet I can tell you exactly what's going through your head,” he whispered, nipping at your earlobe. He was trying to make you cum. Bastard. “You dirty girl, you like me touching you like this in front of our friends. Want them to see what I can do to you? Want them to watch you cum on my fingers? How you let me play with you like this? All I have to do is tell them to look, baby, and they’ll look. Bet they’d love to watch a slut like you get fucked. Bet you’d like to let them play with you too…”

Biting down on your bottom lip hard, you hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until you came undone, vision searing white, trembling on top of Taehyun, locking your body in place to keep yourself still. A sigh escaped him, his fingers slipping out of you, swirling in your cum.

“No fucking way,” he whispered. “Never made you cum so fast before, what the fuck.”

Gulping, steadying your breath, pulling yourself together, you looked up at him and started to smile. Your eyes swept over the boys locked in on the movie, and Taehyun grinned, pressing his fingers to your clit, laughing at how you twitched in aftershock.

“Oh no,” he shook his head, watching the gears turn in yours as you eyed your friends. “What do you want, baby?”

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"Keep drinking your water baby," Kai's voice is quiet in your ear, quiet enough that Soobin on the other end of the mic can't hear you. You nod, thighs squeezing together.

Kai had ensured you had drank enough water to have you squirming, to feel the slight bulge of your bladder through your stomach. He knew you were desperate and it only turned him on more.

His game play was slightly worse than usually since he was only playing with one hand, his other hand was lazily rubbing at your cunt. Your hips bucked, thighs trying to shut so you don't accidentally let go.

"daddy I really need to go," Your voice is soft, wide eyes looking up at Kai as he slips 2 fingers inside of you. A wail rips from your throat, thighs trembling when Kai's fingers press into a little too deep.

"Hold it baby girl," Kai's tone is slightly harsher now, fingers speeding up. "I thought you were a good puppy? Do we need to put you back in training?"

You tremble and shake your head at the thought of training again, remembering having to crawl outside by Kai's feet each time you had to pee. How you hand to whimper and paw at his thigh all so he'd actually listen to you and take you out.

"N-no daddy," you arch your back into his touch, a small spurt of pee spraying from your cunt. You turn away, hiding your face in Kai's shoulder. He lets out a disapproving tsk, pulling his fingers out and spanking your cunt.

You screech, another spurt of piss dribbling down your thighs to soak the fabric of Kai's shorts. "I told you to hold it puppy." Kai's fingers wander down to your ass, tugging on the fluffy tail attached to your plug.

"I can't!" tears stream down your cheeks as Kai thrusts his finger back into you, his other hand pressing down on the small bump of your tummy.

"Since you can't even hold it you mays well just fucking piss yourself," Kai presses down harder, your sobs only getting louder as your forced to let go. His fingers don't stop fucking you, making your pee spray slightly, splashing against his desk and the floor.

"Dirty bitch, marking everything in your scent," Kai groans, thumb rubbing small circles on your clit to try coax all the pee out of you, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek once you were finished.

College is a rough patch. Even more so at the peak of exam season, when you can’t think about anything but the chemical formulae connecting all the pathways in your head.  Which is arguably something you’ve always been grounded in and flawless at, although nowadays it’s almost as if that’s all you pay attention to. Scraped aside to the corner of the living room, where your desk is being crushed under the weight of all your manuscript-grade textbooks, you keep your nose buried inside the crack of a page. So often that your roommate Yeonjun sees the back of your head and the contents of the pages more than he sees you. Occupied with submitting your own research, and a hypothesis or two you failed to prove— you rarely have time for him, and even less so for his best friend.

Who has, most definitely, tried every coercion tactic under the sun to pull you from further melting into the seat you fall asleep in, as opposed to your bed. Whether it’s Taehyun taking you on a joyride (which you ruined by playing lecture recordings on the aux), or Yeonjun perching you on his lap to watch a rom-com (which you slept through after exhausting yourself on a thesis). Or even when both of them plotted to drop their towels after a post-gym shower right in front of you, and fuck— you didn’t try to spare them an eye.

Not until exams were over at least! You, all happy-go-lucky to be free from the shackles of your chemistry degree, whereas on the other hand, your roommate and his friend look more sluggish than ever. Limp, barely living but surprisingly breathing, Taehyun’s even said he’s lost muscle mass after a month of being swept to the side for capillary tubes and anhydrous copper sulphate bullshit he doesn’t understand. So it’s only fair that you agree to finally relax with them after knocking the weight off your shoulders. It just wasn’t fair for them not to warn you beforehand that they’d be unloading their entire summer plans all onto you.

A hand straps tighter than your seatbelt around your thigh, the other steering the wheel through grasslands you’ve more than missed seeing. And Yeonjun’s been demoted to backseat again, his legs kicked up onto the centre console and occasionally kicking into the back of Taehyun’s seat whenever it best deemed fit.

“Did you remember to put on sunscreen before we left angel?” Taehyun kisses his teeth in the front mirror, shooting a glare right through to the ash-blonde who retracts his foot back towards the floor, keeping quiet about the muddy footprints he’s already plastered.

Your head pops off from resting against your palm, turning to face your designated driver who’s got his eyes busy on the road. Glasses pushed up his nose, hair messily tousled and styled by his fingers alone, which is to say slightly overgrown and tickling down the back of his neck. “I had Jun apply some for me earlier. Couldn’t reach my back properly, you know.”

“—She took her bra off so I could apply it correctly too.”

“Jun!” Mortified, you whip your head towards the back with your eyes peeled open. Sort of unsure of whether pressing your finger to your lips to shush him would help with damage control, or if overexplaining yourself would be a better route with Taehyun. “Don’t make it weird! I-I wanted to wear a backless shirt, that’s all.”

Taehyun hums knowingly, but it passes through his lips so monotone that it worries you honestly, until he opens his mouth to speak. “I’m surprised he didn’t offer to rub sunscreen around the inside of your thighs. Sounds like something he’d d—"

“Oh! No he offered to do it for me too while I was drying my hair.” Your face beams as if you saved yourself heaps of time by letting Yeonjun do all the hard work. Hell, you even offer to help save time by applying sunscreen on both of them the next time you’re out.

“—And, I got to see the cute little panties she wore to go golfing. The purple see-through pair you bought for her Taeh—”

“Ohmygod Jun shut up!” Poor guy doesn’t receive a warning for the bottle of hand cream you toss at his face. From head to toe, you’re quivering with embarrassment, hands balled up as you glare at him from peeking over the passenger seat before he could pull anything else out of his foul mouth. You also think about correcting him for a second, about the fact that the thread was starting to come undone to those sheer panties Taehyun bought for you with ‘no intentions’. Thus your current predicament right now, with an underwear shortage you can’t even pinpoint when it began to happen and how they happened to have gone missing throughout the weeks and a last resort. A pair of white boxers that belonged to Yeonjun, which is albeit, better than going commando.

The grip around your thigh steadily tightens even more as Taehyun strokes his hand further up your thigh, settling around the warm skin of your inner part, tapping his fingers against the plush gently as he steers another turn.

“He’s no good, angel. Would’ve eaten your pretty pussy through your panties if I were him.” A chuckle gears through him as he flashes his signature wide grin, groping the flesh on your thigh as if to reinstate his point, that the option was still available if you’d just tell him to pull over onto the hard shoulder.

It’s even worse that you can’t bring yourself to give him a proper answer. Immediately sailing your mind elsewhere by plugging in your wired headphones into one of those chemistry podcasts that could’ve been summarised as a text instead of an hour-long frenzy about relativity. Although the low-set volume is quickly overran by the muffled conversations between the two men, and a couple of laughs you’re all of a sudden feeling too hot to tune into as Taehyun pulls into the course.

But by the time all three of you are handed the wackiest, worn-down clubs they had to offer, you learn that both of your friends who dragged you along here in the first place weren’t as amateur as they had proposed to you.

Your roommate for one, has swung his club with enough strength to land the gold ball far off towards the end of the course. Biceps bulging as he steadies himself into position, patting himself on the shoulder with a joking kiss blown in your direction which you swat your hand at. That being the worst decision you could’ve made by the time he runs towards you in disbelief, knocking into Taehyun in the process.

“Not liking the performance pretty? Turns out I’m pretty good at this, no?” The brunette scoffs in the far distance watching the ash-blonde tip off his hat to stump it loosely on top of your head, finding the means to meet your gaze at eye level as he points towards his golf ball that’s surpassed yours by a mile already. “Reward me?” His finger draws your attention directly to the apple of his cheek, puffed out by a smile and lightly rosy as he taps against his skin, inching for a kiss he knows you’re too shy to give.

“Tough crowd. What about a blowjob?” You’re taken aback by it at first, mind spinning to remember what a blowjob even was in the first place when a grueling groan ruptures from Yeonjun’s lips as he falls to hug his ankle. Right beside it, a golf ball, probably steaming from the friction as you look across to Taehyun who can only care to give a brief ‘sorry, wrong way.’

In fact, he’s already moving on to his turn as he positions his golf club, shifting the weight on his feet to grasp his ground and play methodically— plan it out tactically, as he always has done. “Take notes Jun, then you won’t sound so pathetic next round.” A mean laugh fizzles out of him as he cranes his neck towards the side, left hand steering the club just about enough as his aim tells him as he locks eyes with the white ball.

“Hole in one and I get to cum inside.” Your jaw drops slack as the sentence passes through one ear and hastily rushes to get out the other, as well as turning your head a full 360 to make note of whether anyone else managed to hear something so vulgar coming from your plot of field. And well, your jaw only drops further which you didn’t even believe was possible as you track the locus of the ball as it bounces off from one surface to the other, circling just around the flagged hole before ultimately dropping itself right in.

Right into the hole in one shot, and you can’t help but meet Jun’s eyes in equal disbelief as your legs awkwardly walk along the course for your turn. Settling right in the middle between the two men as they eye your every step.

“Were you being serious? You and Jun?” Your thumbs twiddle around the stick of the club, beginning to feel furiously hot as heat rises throughout your body, your teeth chewing on your lips as you meet eyes with the brunette with what you can’t explain as expectancy or reassurance. But it’s simultaneous, how they laugh in unison, large hands patting gently on your ass to usher you forward. Going as far as to help you maneuver yourself into position as Jun moulds himself as close as possible to you. Skin to skin, his knee slotted against the back of yours, back pressed to chest, and he promises he’s trying so so hard not to press up fully against you. It just so happens that in some cases he really does need to be ‘that close’ in proximity to you to help arrange your posture, even if it means his crotch accidentally brushes against the fabric of your shorts every now and then. “I’m hurt sweetheart, you spent so much time studying that you managed to forget the kind of people Tyun and I are.”

A sulk plays across his face, but nothing about him gives you an answer. Leaving you as confused and dazed as you were prior, eventually until it was your time to swing the club again.

You lean over slightly, trying to observe the ball a little more clearly when your loose backless top begins to rise up your back slowly, revealing the small patch of skin just above the top of your denim shorts. Far too short as they ride up the back of your thighs, tracing out the curve of your ass where the white waistband appears all-too-familiar for the two of them not to make note. Definitely not with the black block-lettering making it stand out entirely for what it was.

“I thought you said she was wearing purple—”

“Y-yeah she was but— aren’t those my pair?”

Less than two seconds in to you finally leaning straight again and getting ready to swing, there’s an interception to the grip on your club as your head flicks from side-to-side harsh enough to inflict whiplash. Confused as you lock eyes with both of them one after the other, ready to rest your hand on your hips and complain about them ruining your concentration completely. “Was just about swing tyunnie, what’s the matter now?—”

“Drop the club and let Jun handle it. We’re heading back to the car.”

Thinking about it now, you would’ve been able to have squeezed yourself an extra fifteen minutes on the golf course if you had gotten the big deal of wearing Yeonjun’s underwear over and sorted to begin with. Because your current predicament leaves you sandwiched between the two men, head spinning as they back you into the mattress, your fall cushioned by Taehyun’s chest as he lands underneath you. Rushing to readjust himself as he plots gentle kisses along your ear, contradicted by the sudden urge that troubles through him to nip at your skin. Lapping at the sensitive patch just below your jaw, suckling and tugging roughly onto the skin as he guides your chin with two fingers, making sure you’re facing Yeonjun directly as he climbs over the both of you. Shirt in hand and tossed elsewhere onto the floor of his room, shorts sagging down his hips to just about reveal the base of his cock as he palms himself through his shorts. Groans amplified by Taehyun’s grunts as the weight of your hips pressing against his bulge causes him to toss his head back into the array of pillows, with his canines on full display as he grinds his hips back into you.

“God, baby what were you thinking?” Yeonjun prowls his fingers through the valley of your thighs, prying them apart slowly as he drags a thumb down the slit of your folds through his boxers. Gawking at the way the wet patch on the fabric coats his fingers in your slick completely, thick enough to transfer right through as he presses harshly against your clit to grind sharp circles against the bud. “Fuck— take a look at that.”

He brings his fingers up to the brunette to see for himself, rotating his thumb at all angles so that your slick could catch the light, and it’s almost on cue that Taehyun’s cock twitches in his pants. The slight movement shoots right through to your core as you whine, digging your hips further back into him for the friction slotting the prominent tip of his cock between your ass.

“C-couldn’t find anything else I— ohmygod—” Your toes curl on instinct as Taehyun hooks your panties to the side, voice all whiny and desperate as the cold air against your folds causes you to pulse, eyes brimming shut when Taehyun’s middle drags a long slick-coated stripe along your folds.

“Are you really that dense angel? Can’t figure out that it’s Jjunie and I who’ve been putting them to good use?” You shudder as his breath fans against your ear, shaking your head no gently whenever you struggled to form words past your whimpers, particularly now as the ash blonde works his way up your stomach. Peppering kisses along your belly and stopping just under where your bra cups your tits together. “Still have a photo of when I came twice all over the blue cotton pair I stole princess, you’ll let me make it up to you, no?”

Yeonjun leans in closer to hush right against your ear, whispers kissing through his clenched teeth as he rocks his hips against your clothed cunt, bumping bulges with Taehyun’s who’s pressed just beneath you. “Bet you put my boxers on knowing I came in them just thinking about how warm you’d feel around my cock, just like a good slut hm?”

“— Still’d be able to see the cum stains on the inside if you looked hard enough sweetheart.” Taehyun laughs at the way you try to check for any stains for yourself, struggling to get a clear view of the fabric at all when your roommate yanks the white pair from your fingertips. Pulling down the tight fabric in a jagged motion past your ankles and discarding it elsewhere for him to steal back again later. “What do you think angel? Think you can take us both at once? Bet Tyunnie’s stretched you out plenty already.”

Every word that falls from their lips is dirty, sinful, clouded by nothing but lust. But when the familiarity of Taehyun’s cock is pressed up against you and Jun’s hands are already on their cycle of working towards your clit, you can only crave for more.

Eyes glossy with need as you chew on your lip, batting your lashes straight up at Yeonjun, which sends blood rushing to his cock at light speed. And your mewls are practically all that he needs to hear to climax at this point, all those soft “please”s and quiet “need you”s that have him so weak in the knees it’s humiliating. Even more so how he practically moans when you give him the green light, “Want both of you a-at once please— need to feel both of you in me.”

There isn’t a hum or the chuckle that usually follows after. Just straight savagery as Yeonjun tears through the clasp of your bra, occupying himself with tracing small shapes against your perked nipples; flicking his tongue against the sensitive buds without mercy. He presses a smile against the tender flesh whenever you whine at the sharp sting of his teeth nipping against your nipples, proud of himself whenever your back heaves up to thrust your chest closer into his face while Taehyun softly coos in your ear.

Promising you that you can take them both at once, gently prepping you with his cock on its own first instead of the usual fingers, groaning loudly when your cunt practically swallows his tip entirely without an issue from how you’re dripping with arousal. “Holy shit angel, taking me so well— you’re not whoring yourself out to Yeonjun behind my back are you?”

“N-no! Mnngh—” Your body tenses as you feel the stretch start to settle in through your walls, clamping down around Taehyun’s cock so tight you could make out every ridge in the skin and every prominent vein you could remember. Hands curling into tight fists as he readjusts himself inside of you, fat tip nudging and prodding against the lining of your walls causing you to wail out in bliss. “T-Tyunn!— ‘s too much!”

“You’ll be fine sweetheart. Always taking cock so greedily like a good slut, when are you ever satisfied?” Yeonjun’s laughing lightheartedly, leaning further back to latch his mouth against your entrance, just above where Taehyun’s still nestling himself into you, completely stationary as he waits for the male to flick his tongue against your clit again. Watch as you writhe under his touch, whining obscenely loud whenever his hot breath tickles your folds, wanting to prove you weren’t as dirty as they claim you are— even if the virginity excuse expired months ago.

Yeonjun’s tongue lies flat against your clit before swirling around the nub to suck against the soft muscle, nose buried between your legs that desperately tries to disobey him by closing in. The pleasure surging and crashing through you in waves too strong for you to handle when your yelp rings through both of their ears.

“Mnghh-ah! T’hyun w-wait Yeonjun’s still—” Your face scrunches up in pleasure-filled pain as Taehyun drills his hips into you out of nowhere, picking up his speed without having to accelerate at all to begin with, entirely focused on dragging his thick cock through your cunt. He’s so mean when you plead him to slow down, muttering curses under his breath as his grip around your hips tightens. Nails digging crescents into your skin, thrusting you down back onto his cock so that his balls would jeer you whenever you’d cry out loud for his length once he bottomed out completely. On top of his cock throbbing to stretch your gummy walls out further whenever the ash blonde’s tongue would meet his length simultaneously at your stuffed hole. Clenched desperately as your brain scrambles to find the words for Yeonjun.

“Use your words angel, tell Jjunie how badly you want him to tear your hole fffuck—” Taehyun presses another kiss to your shoulder, eyes zeroed in on the way your thighs bounce off of his whenever his thrusts grow too harsh. It’s impossible for his head not to fill up with all sorts of dirty thoughts he can only take out his pent-up stress on through wrapping his hand around your neck. Slithering his fingers across the soft skin before clasping around it like a vice, cock twitching from within when he notices the way you clench down on him instantly. The weakest of mewls managing to barely gasp through his light choking. “Come on baby, you can make it up to us. You left me fucking my fist raw for that whole month, you can use your words.”

“J-Jun kegh— fuck n-need you inside me please—” Taehyun strengthens his grip on your throat once more as your roommate looks up expectantly from his position between your thighs, tutting disappointedly at you for slipping over your words. “That’s not what we agreed the last time we got a taste of you, angel. I think you said a lot more dirty things than just that.”

Your lip quivers in embarrassment as you feel tears prick through your tearducts, partially due to the stretch of Taehyun’s cock and your sensitive clit that Yeonjun’s been feeding on, and partially from the humiliation starting to seep into your head. Thoughtless and fucked out of your mind when each of Taehyun’s strokes grows harder with the growing second, mind numb as you try to appease Yeonjun once more. “Need you to ngh—! Fuck my pussy ‘til I c-can’t think J-jjunie!”

Right at your beck and call, he’s immediately trying to squeeze himself in through any gap he can find, hissing when his tip slips right past your entrance as he jerks his rock-hard cock with white knuckles. It’s only after the third attempt that he finally slots himself halfway, the stretch impeccable as you grudge yourself to stay still in fear that you may rip, struggling to breathe as Taehyun’s grip on your neck is removed only to grasp your breath once more by toying with your already exerted clit.

“N-no! Can’t cum yet Taehyun ‘s too much i-if mmph!” Your eyes roll back into their whites as your head flings back onto Taehyun’s shoulder. With whines growing increasingly loud commingled with Taehyun’s grunts and Yeonjun’s own growls from the sensitivity of their cockheads rubbing against each other, fighting to prod at the soft spongy spot that releases fat, salty tears out of your eyes all at once.

“Goddd, you feel so fucking good. Crying so prettily for us, little angel doesn’t even know how much I’ve jerked off to her crying face.” Your roommate laughs almost too sadistically, unaware of just how full your womb feels with both of them at once, pummeling into you without mercy until your vision blurs with tears— just about blurry enough to be unable to study Yeonjun’s expression.

“’m so close angel shitshitshit, you’re gonna let us cum inside aren’t you? I got the hole in one as I said.” Taehyun’s eyes grow heavy-lidded as he sinks his head back into the pillows, lips parting open in an unrestrained moan as he feels himself nearing his climax, watching as Yeonjun struggles to keep ahold of himself too as he steadily reaches his own peak. Plump lips dripping with drool as he observes the way your cunt stretches obscenely to accommodate to their size, and then drawing his attention your meek nod and the tiniest yes that barely slips through your string of whimpers.

Within seconds, your orgasm comes crashing down. Spiking throughout your entire body as your legs shake through the pleasure, pussy fluttering around both of them encased within you as they follow shortly after. Spurting hot ropes of cum in varying viscosities, struggling to stuff your cunt full with all their cum while their dicks are still plugged inside of you. And for one thing, Yeonjun moans loud enough for the entire apartment complex to hear when he watches both mixtures of cum drip around their cocks, forming foamy white rings that compliment the pretty heave of your chest extra well.

Almost too well, considering that by the time Taehyun’s reorganised his thoughts and Yeonjun’s no longer panting like a dog ready to lap away and thrust the cum back inside your stuffed and used hole, both of them part their lips as if they had words left unspoken. Close their mouths. And then reopen them once more as Yeonjun grabs hold of your thighs without any intentions of letting go.

“Think she’s loosened up from all that studying yet?”

“She’s got a month to make it up to us, remember? Pretty sure I made her cum harder anyway.”

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yeonjun didn't like brats.

of course, it was endearing to watch you be one sometimes, when you were obviously playing around and he was sure just one word from him would magically turn you into his good girl again. he also knew that sometimes you were doing it on purpose, waiting for a "baby" said in a firm voice—it took him just two or three times to realize what you were doing, because you looked the happiest after that, dropping the bratty act completely.

but some days you were turning into a little insatiable brat, pushing his buttons on purpose for hours. he had one like that already. at least one. sometimes two. sometimes even three, and god bless taehyun for not annoying him on purpose like others.

but as his named brothers were doing it just to have fun and calmed down—or obeyed—the moment he was folding the second finger after showing three, you seemed to have other purposes, and he had to react differently to each one. it might sound difficult, but yeonjun never saw it as something hard—somehow, he was in tune with your emotions, perfectly knowing what you need most of the time.

sometimes you just wanted him to show that he loved you even when you were being annoying. or when you craved his attention, but something stopped you from clinging to him like you usually did when you needed him. when it was like that, you always looked at him with a tiny, barely noticeable pout, more focused on his reaction than on being a brat and doing something he told you not to do (or not doing something he told you to do).

he never found it annoying. you were so cute, waiting for basically anything, just a simple peck on your forehead was making you happy, so of course he—as a good boyfriend he was—was dropping everything he was doing to give you love. if he couldn't drop it, he was including you into it, letting you cling to him and holding you back any moment at least one of his hands was free. if he couldn't do that too, he was giving you a tiny talk, calling you his precious good girl and promising to give all of his attention the moment he could. and keeping the promise, of course.

but sometimes you turned into a little gremlin, who'd disobey just because. yeonjun assumed you just wanted him to put you in your place, and firm "baby" didn't work. no, you probably wanted him to spank you, maybe choke you, or tie you up and not let you cum for hours til you were begging like a good girl. he did it few times, and he saw it in your eyes that he gave you exactly what you wanted.

yeonjun—once again—was a good boyfriend, and additionally to that he liked to give a good spanking, show his power by wrapping fingers around your neck, and of course edging and overstimulating you, so there was no reason for him not to give you those. except one. he didn't. like. brats.

he gave in from time to time, perfectly understanding that sometimes it wasn't need for particular things to be done to you physically, it was about the way you'd feel emotionally, so he was turning you into a good girl the way you wanted him to do it—through bending you over his lap and making you count.

but most of the time he preferred to make you his good girl before the spanking, choking and any kind of brat taming. you act like a brat, then you get treated like one, and brats don't get what they want—only good girls do. so, he was just shrugging and saying you'd have to beg, so he could see that you were not a brat anymore. and the longer you were a brat before starting to beg, the longer it'd take to prove you're not one.

it took you few times to understand that yeonjun had a patience of a god when he wanted to, and no boner would make him give in if he decided he wasn't going to. he would hold your hands away from his crotch gripping your wrists, with his other hand in your hair doing the same—keeping your head away from his hard-on, and even your stubbornness couldn't compete with his patience.

but he always melted at the way you gave in, rubbing your cheek against his knee and asking him to put you in place, looking up at him so cutely. that was when his patience always started cracking, because he was used to brats—he was surrounded by them, but being begged and adored, being looked up with huge shiny eyes, always pulled him to giving in fast, and all the brats around him knew it.

you did too, but you were like that most of the time, so yeonjun knew you weren't manipulating. you just wanted to be his good girl, and he loved it.

but his favourite things about "brat taming" you was communication. it wasn't always obvious, sometimes it wasn't about words, but about the way they were said.

he knew he could use the safe word to stop you from being a brat when he's not in the mood to deal with one, and just wants to simply love his good girl. it always stopped your act immediately, but it also had a wrong effect of making you think you already made him feel uncomfortable, while he was just saying it before anything like that happened.

and he was pleasantly surprised, when instead of saying the safe word after a really tiring day, he said something like "come here, baby. let me cuddle you", and it almost flipped a switch. you were on the couch in a second, almost pushing him down to cuddle just like he wanted. it was the fastest turn into a good girl he has ever witnessed from you, and he noted it with a tiny addition to not overuse it.

but just like you were attentive to the tone of his voice and slightest changes in his expressions, he tried to make sure to always know what kind of brat taming you wanted. over the time it naturally evolved into a small question he asked when you already were on your knees before him but he wasn't sure what exactly you needed—"are you a good girl or a brat?"

you could say "a good girl" and he knew you were going to start begging at some point because that's what you wanted. you could choose "a brat" and he knew you needed him to put you in your place.

but his favourite was a little huff you made at the question, refusing to look at him. it always meant "i'm not enough of a brat to lie that i'm one, but i'm not enough of a good girl to admit i am one". and for him it meant that he could choose who you were. he would brush your lower lip with his thumb and ask you if you'd be a good girl for him, and you'd nod, parting your lips to welcome his thumb in. or he would grab your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks, making you look at him, and usually it was enough for you to realize that you were actually a brat.

yeonjun loved that little huff, because if you were a brat after that, it's because he told you so. because he wanted you to be one. it was a win-win situation, because you were staying a brat and didn't have to admit that you wanted to please him—while doing it—and he could make you happy by brat taming you properly while knowing you were still his good girl. and he loved when you both could get the needed emotional stimulation—you being put in your place and him having an upper hand and it not being questioned.

and as you started answering his question with that huff more and more often, he realized he didn't exactly dislike brats. yeonjun loved just that one brat for being a good girl.

"Ngh, c-can't-," you whimpered.

You thrusted out your hands, blindly trying to finding something, anything to grip onto. Only for you to end up grabbing a fistful of Yeonjun's long, silky pitch-black hair while your free hand grasped onto the pillow beneath your head for dear life.

You could literally feel the way your pussy continuously pulsating around his skillful tongue. The cold, smooth surface of his tongue piercing occasionally bumping against your clit makes you see the white pearly gates of heaven. The way Yeonjun grinned into your pussy didn't went and feel unnoticed by you.

"Oh fuck!"

You cried out, back arching off the bed when he pushed two fingers in. There wasn't any resistance and the glide was smooth. He expertly curled them, easily locating that delicate, spongy spot and poked at it, causing stars to explode behind your eyelids. Your thighs trembled, your stomach muscles tightening with the all-too familiar feeling of arousal making its appearance.

You could hear the faint sounds of heavy-boosted music playing downstairs—a reminder of that you're supposed to be enjoying the party with your friends. And not laying on the sheets with your legs spread as Yeonjun have you for breakfast, lunch, dinner and dessert too.

Goosebumps formed on your skin when you feel the cold frames of his glasses firmly pressed against your inner thighs, with how he was trying to bury his face in your dripping pussy. The rings Yeonjun wore didn't help either—the cold metal circles with different designs hovering over it had left imprints behind, with how hard he dug his fingers into your thighs.

The rings were covered in a thin layer of your slick—solid evidence of how you reaching your high a few minutes ago the moment your back hit the sheets.

Your ears turn red with embarrassment at the sound of Yeonjun greedily slurping your slick, like there was no tomorrow. You would have thought he was about to die, with how needy he was.

"Fuck, pussy so good. Could stay here forever," he whined, mind spinning with how addictive you taste on the tip of his tongue. To him, nothing could taste as good as you. If he could, he would rather spend the rest of his life living between your legs, worshiping you like you deserve it.

It's insane with the fact that he was able to make you come undone twice in the span of thirty minutes—a sign he knows your body well. Even better than you. You should be pushing him away, your poor, overstimulated pussy crying and screaming for help.

But you couldn't.

Not when Yeonjun gave a light, sharp nip to your puffy lips, causing you to cry out his name. You mewled when he chuckled against your pussy—the vibrations making your legs twitched.

"Shh, we don't want them to hear you now, do we? Unless that's something you're into," he shushed you, eyes flickering up to your face for a split second.

Your lips dropped, forming a silent 'O' shape at the feeling of him pushing two fingers into your stretched-out, red and swollen pussy. Yeonjun swore under his breath at how your gummy walls let him in with ease, feeling no form of resistance.

He pushed them in until he was knuckles-deep, his cold metal rings brushing against your pussy causing you to let out a series of soft whines and moans that sounds nothing but angelic to him.

"Look at you, already fucked out before I fuck you," he sneered, words dripping with disdain as he pushed himself up so he could get a clear, unobstructed view of your state.

Your eyes were glazed over with lust. Swollen, bruised lips parted as you panted, trying to catch your breath. Your hair was a mess, spread out beneath you. The sad excuse of the tank top you wore was pushed up, along with the straps of both your top and bra pushed down to your shoulders. Your neck was covered in hickeys and bite marks, thanks to Yeonjun who had purposely left them higher than what your shirts can conceal from the public's curious eyes.

He cooed when you whimpered, eyes rolling up to the back of your head as he curled his long, slender fingers in just the right angle, enough for you to see stars exploding in your vision. Stretching himself, he ducked his head so he could whisper into your left ear.

"Aw, what's wrong? Can't speak? What happened to the (Name) that was telling me she wanna end this, hm?" He taunts, his hot breath grazing against your skin with every word he spoke. He smirked when he felt you tighten around his fingers.

Yeonjun rested his thumb on your clit, pressing down on it before rubbing it in slow circles. His action made your legs kicked out but he was quick to hold you down, locking you in place. He moved back down, returning to his previous and rightful position.

This time, he paid special attention to your clit, licking at it only with the tip of his tongue. He could see how your pussy fluttered, with more slick dripping.

The filthy sight sends heat down to his cock, twithcing in the tight, uncomfortable restraints of his jeans. As much as he wants to pound into you with no mercy, he wants you to know that no matter what you say, you'll always come back to him. Because he's the only one who knows how to please you.

With newfound determination, Yeonjun buried his face deep in your pussy, until the tip of his nose brushed against your clit, gliding his tongue piercing along your walls. It's like he wants to die with him being suffocated by your pussy. This drew a moan from you, followed by your weak protests.

"Wait, t-too much—hah," you moaned, smacking his broad, sturdy shoulders but he was unfazed.

Slap!

You jumped when he landed a light, fleeting slap right on your core. The way your pussy reacted—fluttering at the mere contact didn't go unnoticed by him. And of course, he took this chance to tease you.

"Oh? Does this turns you on? Knew you're a dirty slut," he purred, running his ring finger along your puffy folds.

"Wonder how your friends will react if they see how much of a whore you are. Getting fucked by someone who you claimed you have had enough," he barked out a laugh.

He didn't give you time to breathe, to speak or to react. Yeonjun switched between licking and sucking on your clit until you were being tipped over the edge. He didn't slow down or let up, greedily swallowing your creamy slick like a man on a mission while pumping his fingers in and out of you. The bedroom was filled with the loud squelching sounds along with your pleasured sounds as it gradually get louder and louder.

A part of you felt embarrassed, thinking that the people downstairs will be able to hear you but the thought flew out of your mind when he slide his stained, dirtied fingers out of your leaking hole with an embarrassingly loud squelch sound. You felt boneless, your limbs growing as heavy as steel as you struggle to breathe, panting loudly to catch your breath.

Slap!

You let out a started yelp when Yeonjun slapped your stimulated, sensitive pussy for the second time. You glared at him, ready to tell him off but you paused at how his glasses were drenched with your slick. It's clear he didn't bother removing or cleaning it. You weren't sure why but seeing your body fluids dripping from his glasses made you want to rub your thighs together.

It's like he belongs to you. But deep down, you knew that won't happen.

The two of you had agreed that this was only a friends with benefit relationship, with no strings attached. But as time past, the lines start to blur. You weren't blind with the way Yeonjun was treating you—like you're his partner. His girlfriend.

And the thought would have made your heart flutter, if you haven't seen him shoving his tongue down some random girl's throat an hour ago.

That was what made you decided to pull your big girl pants up, to confront him—to tell him that you were done with this. But all it takes was for Yeonjun to cock his head to the side, pull you in by your waist and crash his lips against yours for you to forget everything else, bringing you to your current situation.

You let out a muffled whine against his lips as he rocked his hips against your core. You could feel the outline of his cock, thick and hanging between his legs and in the restraints of his jeans.

"Look at you, dripping all over me. Want me to fuck you, baby?" He chuckled, breaking the kiss.

His eyes flickered down, watching how you were soaking the thick fabric of his jeans with you grinding against him. The slightly rough surface made your pussy throbbed, the need to be filled rising.

You nodded your head, unable to find it in yourself to speak. But Yeonjun wasn't pleased. He reached down to give a mean pinch of your clit, watching how you flinched from it.

"Nuh uh, use your words, baby. I can't read your mind," he clicked his tongue.

And because this is Yeonjun, he pushes two fingers back into your stretched pussy, easily finding that one spongy spot and wasted no time in abusing it, reducing you to a whining mess as you couldn't speak. You wildly thrashed about on the soiled sheets, letting out a series of moans and whines along with the chanting of his name. Although, you weren't sure if you want him to stop or to keep going.

"I'm waiting," he drawled.

Unlike you, who was already fucked out and in a mess, Yeonjun was still fully clothed and relaxed, like he has all the time in the world. The contrast of your appearances show the dynamic of your relationship. Of who's sitting on the throne while who obeys who.

"J-Junie," you mewled, accidentally using his nickname instead of his real name but he didn't point it out.

His eyes were focused on your face, admiring how responsive you are to every single, little touch. Something possessive dark came to life at the thought of how no one else was able to see you like this. About how he was the reason why and how you had ended up like this.

"Yes, sweetheart? C'mon, use your words. I know you want it," he coax you, as if you're actual lovers when you're far from that.

You whimpered, pawing at the front of his black shirt as you looked at him with teary eyes, lips curling down in a pout.

"P-Please, wan' you to touch me.. Wanna feel you.."

"Oh? But I am touching you already. You gotta be more specific," he teases, his fingers moving in a scissors-like movement in your pussy, making a series of squelching sounds that sounds like something shot straight out of a pornographic movie.

You sniffled, tear droplets trickling down your cheeks. "M-Mean, so mean," you babbled.

Yeonjun did everything but to give in to your pleas. He furrowed his eyebrows, purposely jutting his lips down to a pout—copying your expression.

"Mean? You're saying I'm mean when you're the one laying on my bed and soaking my sheets? Guess you don't want my cock then."

To show that he wasn't lying, he pulled his fingers out, ignoring your pathetic attempts of trying to stop him, to hold him in place. He backed away, ready to get out of bed when you shot up, hand grabbing his wrist.

"No, don't!" You protested.

Yeonjun paused, looking at you over his shoulder and arched an eyebrow. "Don't what?"

"..Don't go," you muttered under your breath, not having the courage to face him.

"And why not?"

You internally groaned at how he was playing hard to get. If you were in your right mind, you would've said something snarky but at this point, you were too far gone to care. All you care about was getting his stupid cock in you, wanting him to fill you up. And the sooner he do it, the better it is for you. And maybe him, but who knows?

"'Cause I want you to.." Your voice trailed off, hesitant and embarrassed.

"To? Go on, I'm listening," he prods you further, lips curling up in a smirk. You were almost tempted to smack it off his stupidly handsome face. Curse him and his good looks.

"Want you to fuck me, pretty please?" You begged.

The moment those words left your lips, you were being shoved down into the sheets but this time, onto your arms and knees with your bare ass up in the air. You squeaked, face buried in the pillow—the very same pillow that you had drooled on. Your ears registered the sounds of Yeonjun unbuckling his belt, followed by the unzip of his jeans.

"W-Wait—hngh!"

You protested, only for the words to die in your throat as your fluttering cunt were being split into half, condom forgotten. The obscene sound of slick spewing out everywhere reverberated against the thin four walls.

Your elbows were trembling while trying to support your body weight. No matter how many times you've done this, you still couldn't get used to the grith and size of his cock. Without the condom, you could feel every ridge against your gummy, velvety walls.

Yeonjun, on the other hand, felt like he was in heaven. He sharply inhaled, digging his hands into your waist as he looks down at you from above, desire glimmered in his clouded eyes.

"Shit, you feel so good. So tight for me," he murmured, his right hand tracing the outline of your spine, feeling the way you shivered under his touch. Leaning down so his body engulfed yours, shielding you from the ceiling lights, he whispered into your right ear, the hand that was on your spine now moved to tease your hardened right nipple, kneading your breast like it's dough.

"You like this, don't you? Like that you're made for me," he coos.

"Choi Yeonjun, if you don't start moving, I swear to god I'll—"

You couldn't finish your half-empty threat, not when he starts pounding into your swollen pussy at a harsh, unrelenting and unforgiving pace—a breathless but loud moan was ripped from your throat—needy, carnal and erotic.

Your pussy was comically stretched wide around his member to accommodate the girthy size. The coil in your stomach enlarges as every second passed by how full you felt as he slides in and out of your soaked center.

Yeonjun lets out a mean, low chuckle. "You'll what? Find someone else to fuck you?" He paused, forcefully pushing you down into the pillow and grabbed a fistful of your hair, tugging on it like he's riding a horse.

The sounds you let out could be compared to a professional pornstar, with how you're babbling nonsense and chanting his name like a sacred prayer. You couldn't speak or focus on anything else but on the intoxicating feeling of his cock hitting that one sensitive spot, over and over.

"Think you can find someone else to keep you and this greedy little cunt of yours satisfied?" He sneered, his free hand moving to pinch your poor, sensitive clit.

He laughed at how your tighten around him at his action. "They'll never be able to keep up with you, princess. Only I can and you best remember that."

"Ngh, I-I'm so-sorry daddy," you moaned, not even aware that you had slipped up but thankfully, Yeonjun was too far gone to notice.

"Yeah? You're sorry? If you're sorry then you better moan my name so everyone can hear who's making you feel this good," he snarled, tugging your hair backwards.

"F-Fuck! It's y-you, Yeonjun! Oh god, I'm gonna cum," you let out a wanton and high-pitched moan, not caring if the people downstairs were able to hear it or not.

"Then cum," he demanded, delivering one final, sharp and hard thrust that buries himself deep to the hilt as you came with his name spilling from your lips, smooth like water.

Yeonjun was quick to follow suit, spilling deep inside of you as he painted your abused walls white. He groaned, leaning back to get a magnificent view of a creamy, white ring surrounding the base of his cock. He spread you apart, watching while chewing on his bottom lip at how the sticky, thick and white strands are further spread apart.

Snap snap!

The sound of a camera going off made you twitched as you lay on the sheets, body violently twitching from the aftershocks of a mind-blowing orgasm. You wanted to question him but you didn't have the strength in you to push yourself up or even turn your head to his direction.

While you remained laying on his bed, body already turned to goo, Yeonjun was still able to move perfectly fine, like he wasn't the cause for your current state.

He got off the bed, running a hand through his ruffled, messed-up black hair as he headed to the joint bathroom. He reappeared shortly, holding two damp towels. One to wipe you down and the other for himself. Yeonjun muttered soft apologies when you flinched from the towel's rough surface against your sensitive pussy.

Once he was done, he changed the sheets, replacing them with new ones. He then handed you a plastic bottle of water, even helping to unscrew the tightly sealed lid and you gulped it down without hesitation.

"Here, you can wear this while your clothes are being washed in the washing machine," he murmured, handing you a pile of clean, fresh clothes.

Nodding, you allowed him to aid you in wearing them. You were immediately hit with the scent of his lingering cologne as his clothes completely engulf you. You saw the way Yeonjun's eyes lingered on your frame, drinking in the way you fit in his clothes before he forcefully tear them away.

You fiddled with the left sleeve, unsure of what to say. Normally, you would be getting dressed and leave his room but something tells you that just for today, something was different.

"..Do you wanna stay for the night? It's late and it isn't safe for you to go home," he asked, uncertainty laced in his voice.

Gone was the cocky and smug Yeonjun, now replaced with him acting awkward and shy, as if he wasn't the one responsible for blowing your back out a few minutes ago. Your heart softened at how he scratched the back of his neck, fiddling with his now cleaned rings.

"Yea, sure. I'll stay," you murmured, your heart skipping when his face lit up like a lightbulb.

Yeonjun got onto the bed, making himself comfortable and you followed. You ended up resting your head under his chin as he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close until you're squashed against his chest. You didn't say anything, didn't mention about why he was doing this out of a sudden.

There wasn't any need to. Not when you already knew how he feels when he pressed a soft, loving kiss on your forehead. Not when he draw invisible, random patterns on your elbow lovingly.

"Good night, I'll be here when you wake up," he whispered and if you closed your eyes, you can hear the smile in his words.

Pakiramdam mo ay pinagsakluban ka ng langit at lupa.

Matalim ang tingin mo sa video na nagp-play sa cellphone mo. Mahigpit din ang kapit mo rito dahil sa inis na nararamdaman mo sa nakikita mo.

Story ni Beomgyu na kasama si Taehyun. Nasa high-end bar malapit lang sa lugar mo. At may kandong-kandong na babae sa hita niya na parang wala siya rito kahapon sa condo mo at nagpapakasasa sa katawan mo.

Hindi mo alam kung anong pumasok sa isip mo dahil masyado ka ng napupuno sa mga panggagago ng ka-fuck buddy mo. Pangatlong beses niya na 'to. Sabi niya pa sa'yo na exclusive lang daw kayo. Na ikaw lang palaging hahanapin ng tawag ng laman niya. Na sa kaniya ka lang.

Pero siya ba? Sa'yo ba siya?

Alam mo naman sa sarili mo na kahit anong pang pagsisinungaling at katarantaduhan na gawin niya ay hindi mo kayang putulin kung anong mayroon sa inyo. Wala eh, malakas din talaga ang epektong binibigay ni Taehyun sa katawan mo. At kahit hindi mo aminin, pati na rin sa damdamin mo.

Kaya maliwanag sa'yo bawat kirot na binibigay ng matinding kalaban ng bawat may ka-fubu—selos. Na hinding-hindi niya puwedeng malaman.

Binato mo na ang cellphone mo sa inis, hindi na mawala sa isip ang ngisi sa mukha niya habang may babaeng nakaupo sa mga hita niya. Mukhang enjoy na enjoy niya pa 'yung gumigiling na babae sa bar, eh. Mas gusto niya na ba 'yon kaysa sa'yo?

Hindi ka pa naman ganoon katanga para sugurin siya. Kaya sa bugso ng damdamin, napagtanto mo na kung hindi mo siya kayang harapin at i-chat na isa siyang gago para balewalain ang mayroon kayo, babawian mo nalang siya. Dahil lintik lang ang hindi gumaganti. At siya lang naman ang masasayangan, hindi ikaw.

Sa ilang minuto, nakita mo nalang ang sarili mo na nakahiga sa kama. Suot-suot ang isang itim na laced lingerie na binili sana para ipakita sa kaniya, kasama pa ang choker na niregalo niya noong birthday mo kung saan nakalagay ang initial niya sa gitna. Ini-angle mo ang hawak na cellphone, binabalandra sa camera ang hubog ng katawan mo. Binuksan mo pa ang led lights para lang matulungan ang concealer mong itago ang bawat hickey na iniwan ni Taehyun sa leeg mo kahapon. At huli, tinakpan mo rin letter T sa gitna ng choker mo, kunwaring hinahawakan lang ito upang hindi halata.

Sunod, nilunok mo bawat hiya sa loob mo bago mo pinost ang imahe sa Instagram story mo. May caption pa nga itong "who is up for this?" para lang ipamukha kay Taehyun na hindi lang siya ang may kayang makahanap ng iba. Malakas ang kabog ng dibdib mo habang lumilipas ang bawat segundo, pero may nagsasabi sa'yo na makikita at magre-react dito ang ka-fubu mong lumalandi sa kung saan.

Dahil kung may isang bagay na sigurado ka, iyon ay ang madamot si Taehyun sa mga bagay na pagma-mayari niya.

Makalipas ang ilang minuto, sunod-sunod na ang pag-vibrate ng cellphone mo. Nakapagpalit ka na rin, ngayon ay suot-suot na ang oversized shirt na iniwan niya rito. Unti-unti ka na ngang nilalamon ng pagsisisi dahil sa kung ano-anong pinaggagawa mo. Nanginginig ang kamay mo 'noong sinilip mo ang notification panel, kagat labing binabasa ang ilang mensahe mula sa mga mutuals mo na pinupuri ka, may ilan pang mga weirdong lalaking may halos limang message na, paniguradong may kasama pang attachment ng dick pics nila.

Pero, isa lang ang nakakuha ng atensyon mo. Ang tatlong mensaheng mula kay Taehyun.

dni 📵: Tangina, ayos ah.

dni 📵: Tinakpan pa nga 'yung initial ko.

dni 📵: Ganiyan ka ba kadesperada sa tite ko?

Naramdaman mo agad ang mahinang pulso sa bandang ibaba mo noong nabasa mo ang sinend niya. Impit kang napangiti, tahimik na nagsasaya ang puso dahil sa wakas ay nabigyan ka na niya ng atensyon.

Wala ka na sanang balak magreply noong muling magvibrate ang cellphone mo.

dni 📵: Labas. Buksan mo.

Nanlaki ang mga mata mo sa chat niya. Bahagya kang lumingon sa pinto bago marahang naglakad palapit dito. Huminga ka muna ng malalim bago binuksan ang pinto—na ibinulgar si Taehyun na nakasandal sa kanto ng pintuan mo.

"Aba, nagpalit pa talaga." Bungad nito sa'yo, na agad nagbigay kiliti sa kalamnan mo. Amoy na amoy mo kasi ang mamahalin niyang pabango na may halong amoy ng alak. Napahigpit tuloy ang hawak mo sa doorknob, pilit na hinaharang ang sarili sa pagitan ng pinto para hindi siya agarang makapasok.

"Bakit ka nandito?" Pa-inosenteng tanong mo rito, na nagpangisi sa kaniya. "Masama ba?" Mapaglarong balik nito, mata ay gumagala sa buong katawan mo. Mas lalo pang lumaki ang ngisi nito sa labi 'nung napagtanto niyang suot mo ang damit niya.

"Hindi naman," Maikli mong sagot, pinipigilan ang sarili na huwag kaagad magpadala sa presensya niya.

Napatango siya sa sinabi mo, nakabulsa ang mga kamay na para bang malakas ang loob niya na ikaw ang kusang magpapatuloy sa kaniya sa loob ng condo mo.

"Para sa akin ba 'yung pang-pokpok na story mo?"

Namula ang mukha mo sa sinabi niya, agad na lumingon sa hallway ng building para tignan kung mayroong nakarinig. Tinawanan ka naman ni Taehyun, bago ka hinapit sa bewang palapit sa kaniya. Nanlumo ka agad sa init na dala niya, halata sa mukha na kinakabahan ka na may makakita sa inyo.

"Taehyun, ano ba—"

"Ah, hindi para sa akin 'yon?"

Marahas niyang tanong ni Taehyun, mata'y hinuhusgahan ang pagkatao mo. Iritado pa siyang napasinghap 'nung hindi ka sumagot, mariin lang na nakikipagtitigan sa kaniya. Humihigpit na ang hawak niya sa'yo, at ramdam mong mas lalo lang siyang naiinis sa pagta-tapang-tapangan mo.

"Sasagot ka o dito kita kakantutin sa labas?"

Napaawang ka sa sinabi niya, muntik pang mapa-ungol dahil sa diin ng pagkakasabi nito. Dagdag mo pa na ang mga labi ninyo ay magdidikit na. Pinilit mo ng pumiglas sa hawak niya, dahil alam mong kayang-kaya niyang gawin ang binabanta niya.

Pero, hindi mo na nagawa dahil ang kamay niya ay nanghihimasok na rin sa loob ng shirt na suot mo. Mga daliri'y nilalaro ang basang tela ng panty na suot mo.

"Malapit na ako mapikon." Banta pa nito, na nagpalakas ng kabog sa dibdib mo. Ayaw mo sanang aminin ang totoo, pero naunahan na ng utak mo. Ulo mo'y kusang tumango bilang pagsagot.

Nasiyahan naman si Taehyun sa tugon mo, kung kaya nagsimula na siyang laruin ang gitna mo gamit ang daliri niya. Napakapit ka sa jacket na suot niya, mahinang hinahatak sita paloob pero hindi siya natinag, ngayo'y iniikot ang mga daliri sa hiwa mo.

"Gustong-gusto mo na may nakakakita sa katawan mo, 'di ba?" Asar niya sa'yo, mas binibilisan pa ang paghagod namamasa mong puke ngayong hinahabol mo na rin ang bawat galaw niya. "Ano pang sabi mo? Who is up for this? Puta, akala mo kung sinong bayaran, eh."

Kahit lulong sa sarap, pinilit mo pa ring idilat ang mga mata mo, mayroon pa ring takot sa dibdib na baka may makakita sa inyo. Pero si Taehyun, wala siyang pakialam. Sinandal ka pa nito sa pinto para sumuporta sa'yo bago nito inisahang baba ang panty na suot mo.

Napaliyad ang likod mo sa pinto noong direkta mong naramdaman ang magaspang na daliri niya hiyas mo. Pinipilit ka na sabihan ng utak mo na hindi ninyo dapat 'to ginagawa sa ganitong lugar pero masyado ka nang lunod sa sarap na ibinibigay niya. Mahigpit na ang kapit mo sa gilid ng pinto noong narinig mo ang malakas na ting! ng elevator hindi kalayuan sa puwesto ninyo. Nagmamadali kang itulak siya sa pagkakadikit niya pero mas isiniksik niya pa sarili niya sa'yo, ngayo'y nakadikit ang labi sa bandang leeg mo para mag-iwan na naman ng mapupulang marka.

Hilig niyang gawin para raw malaman agad na pagma-may ari ka na ng iba. Na may umaangkin na sa'yo.

Mabibigat na yabag ang sunod na narinig mo, may kasama pang ilang boses na hindi mo na piniling intindihin pa. Palapit na sila nang palapit, at mas pinagpapawisan ka na sa kaba dahil makikita kaagad nila kung anong kababuyang ginagawa ninyo kung sakaling liliko sila sa hallway niyo.

Kahit ganoon, hindi mo maisantabi ang kiliti na nararamdaman mo sa patuloy na pagkalikot ni Taehyun sa hiwa mo. Lalo na noong sabay niyang ipinasok ang dalawang daliri, na nagdulot ng pagtili mong umalingangaw sa hallway. Sa gulat, aligaga kang hinatak ni Taehyun papasok, bago malakas na isinara ang pinto.

"Gago, ano 'yun?"

"Tangina, masyado atang nage-enjoy mga kapitbahay mo, pre."

Rinig mong bulungan nang mga taong dumaan, tagaktak ang pawis mo habang nakatingin kay Taehyun, na halata ring nataranta sa biglaang pagdating ng mga ito. Napahinga naman siya ng malalim, bago nilock ang pinto na sinasandalan mo.

"Ang ingay mo palagi, 'no?" Sambit nito, bakas ang pagkapikon sa boses. "Parang hindi sanay sa daliri at tite kung makatili." Nakatunghay ka lang sa kaniya, nakanganga pa at halatang nabitin sa mga nangyari. "Makatingin pa akala mo inosente, pavirgin ka?"

You felt yourself throb at his words, kahit harap-harapan ka na niyang binabastos ay parang wala na sa'yo. Ganyan ka na kasanay sa kaniya, at sa kung anong mayroon kayo. Kaya inaasahan mo na rin ang bawat galaw niya—dapat, sana.

Kaso, iba talaga mag-isip ang mga lalaking ayaw malamangan ng iba.

"Luhod."

Nagulantang ang isip mo sa utos niya, mukha pang tanga na napatunganga dahil pinoproseso mo pa ang sinabi niya. Sa tanang mga araw na magkasama kayo, hindi mo pa siya kailanman nabibigyan ng blowjob. Hindi naman sa ayaw mo, siya naman kasi ang laging atat na ipasok ang tite niya sa puke mo.

Kaya, bakit biglang ganito?

"Bingi ka ba?" Marahas na bulyaw niya sa'yo, bahagya ka pang itinulak papunta sa sala. Komportable naman siyang napaupo sa sofa, habang ikaw naman ay pinapanood lang ang bawat galaw niya. Sa hindi mo pag-imik, marahas ka niyang hinatak pababa, hanggang sa bumagsak ka sa lapag.

"Pinipikon mo talaga ako," Inis na bulong ni Taehyun, bago kusang gumalaw para siya mismo ang magtanggal ng damit niyang suot mo. He also frantically unbuckled his belt, pushing down enough fabric to free his aching hard cock. Napa-awang ang labi mo, nag-iinit din ang pisngi. Kahit ilang beses pa ata kayong mag-sex ay palagi ka pa ring maglalaway sa malaking burat niya.

Pero, sa kabilang banda, nakaramdam ka rin ng katiting na tuwa sa loob-loob mo. Dahil nandito na siya sa harap mo, ikaw na ang kasama niya, at mayroon ka pang tyansa na ipakita sa kaniya na hindi na niya kailangan ng ibang magpapaligaya sa kaniya at tite niya. Kaya, bago pa magbago ang isip niya, umayos ka ng pagkakaluhod sa pagitan ng mga hita ng ka-fubu mo.

Handa ng mapagkitang-gilas para ikaw at ikaw lang ang pumasok sa isip niya.

Dahan-dahan kang humawak sa base ng pagkalalaki niya, mata'y nakatuon lamang sa kung anong magiging reaksyon niya. You felt him instantly twitch when your tongue touched his tip, at ito ang nag-udyok sa'yo na mas ibuka pa ang bunganga mo para buong maisubo ang pagkalalaki niya. Narinig mo ang gasgas na pag-ungos ni Taehyun noong nagsimula ng tumulo ang laway mo sa kahabaan niya, muntik pang mabulunan sa kalagitnaan dahil hindi na siya magkasya pa.

Tuloy-tuloy ka ng nabulunan noong nagsimula siyang iaangat ang balakang niya para salubungin ang bunganga mo. Oo, marunong kang magbigay ng blowjob, pero hindi sa titeng ganito kalaki. Lumipad pa ang isang kamay ni Taehyun sa likod ng ulo mo, mas idinidiin ka sa burat niya hanggang sa naramdaman mo na siya sa bukana ng lalamunan mo.

"Putangina," Gigil nitong sabi, "Lahat ata sa'yo masikip."

Sinubukan mong huminga gamit ang ilong mo, pero mas lalo ka lang pinapahirapan ni Taehyun dahil ang higpit ng pagkakakapit nito sa buhok mo. Nanggigilid na ang luha sa mga mata mo, mas ibinubuka nalang ang bunganga mo kahit diring-diri ka na sa pakiramdam ng malagkit na laway sa baba mo. Ramdam mo rin ang hindi mo mapigilang pamamasa ng puke mo, kaya madiin mo nalang na iniipit ang dalawang hita mo para kahit papaano ay may maramdaman ka.

Medyo nakahinga ka noong binitawan ni Taehyun ang ulo mo, pero pumintig naman ang pagkababae mo sa sunod niyang ginawa. Nilabas nito ang cellphone niya, nagmamadaling binuksan ang camera bago inangat ang ulo mula sa pagkakasubo.

"Sandali, anong—"

"Remembrance," Maiksi niyang sagot bago isinampal ang tite sa pisngi mo. Lumaki naman ang ngisi niya sa labi noong nakita niya kung gaano ka kababoy tignan sa screen niya. Magulo ang buhok, kalat-kalat ang likido at make-up sa mukha, at halos mamaga na ang labi sa sobra-sobrang pagnganga para lang sa tite niya.

Perpekto. Walang katulad. Iba ka talaga.

Kaya bukod sa isang picture ang kuhain, lumipat ang daliri niya sa pagkuha ng isang video. Pagkaclick ng button ay hinampas niya ulit ang mauugat niyang tite sa mukha mo, na nagpa-ungol sa'yo. Maamo mo naman siyang tinignan, wala na sa sariling katinuan para isipin pang may camera sa harap mo. Dila'y pinapadaos na sa bawat ugat niya upang sundan ang linya nito.

"Kita mo," Panimula niya, paghinga'y lumalalim muli, "Camera friendly ka talaga, baby." Pang-aasar nito, "Mas maganda ka rito kaysa sa story mo."

Tila sumabog ang puso mo noong tinawag ka niya na baby na may kasama pang pagpuri, mas binibilisan pa ang paglaro sa tite niya hanggang sa pati ang ulo nito ay sinusupsop mo na. Napadaing siya sa ginawa mo, kaya mas sinipsip mo nang maiigi ang rurok ng burat niya, parang sarap na sarap pa sa maalat na lasa ng precum niya.

Ang mga kamay mo naman ay dumudulas na paikot sa base nito, maliksing umaangat-baba kahit nahihirapan ka dahil sa lapad nito. Kapos niyang paghinga kasabay ng malaswang tunog ng pagsalsal mo sa kaniya ang bumabalot sa buong sala mo.

Hinahabol na ni Taehyun ang bawat paggalaw ng kamao mo, tandang malapit na siyang labasan. Tinapon na nito ang cellphone niya kung saan at ibinalik ang palad sa ulo mo para sapilitang ipasubo ang tite niya sa mainit mong bibig. Wala ka ng nagawa kundi ibuka ang labi mo para tanggapin ito, wala na ring pakialam kung mamaga man ang lalamunan mo mamaya.

Basta ngayon—o kahit sa mismong minuto man lang na 'to ay may pinanghahawakan ka: babalik at babalik siya sa'yo dahil ikaw ang nakakapagbigay ng sarap na hahanap-hanapin niya.

JUNIOR YEAR, HOW MEMORABLE COULD IT BE? Well, it is just a year of someone's life, a phase to some. Probably the year of building concrete plans for the upcoming challenges of young adulthood. But at Northshore University? It is the era of hot jock parties, midnight carpool getaways, and “I would never drink again” phrases that eventually scraped the day after—nothing out of the ordinary, per se, but not to Taehyun.

As the captain of the Northshore University Mathletes, this junior year is his final attempt to redeem the title before focusing on college applications. Sure, Mathletes is one of the boring clubs—the most boring club even—but as the team captain, he cannot bear the feeling of failing his school once again. He swore an oath that he would claim the state championship this year, not only for their school, but also for himself, and for his teammates, no matter how relatively small they were.

“Good afternoon!” Taehyun greeted, pushing the frosted glass panel door open, only to be acknowledged timidly by the other three members, who sat on monoblock chairs in the middle of the room. Their club room was nothing special. It was supposed to be a storage room for instruments, but after Taehyun’s logical retaliation on why they needed this room, the university club supervisor finally gave in and let them keep the room for their club meetings.

His gaze landed on the empty application box, and then returned to the members, accompanied by a slight nod. “Glad to see nothing has changed.” He continued, walking towards the table to put his stuff down and start their meeting.

Taehyun adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, clearing his throat before opening his laptop to present his early strategy for the upcoming competition. His teammates froze the moment his screen projected, exchanging puzzled looks.

“Sorry…” One of them spoke up hesitantly, “But why are we preparing this early? Isn't the first week supposed to be club… orientation?”

The guy continued. He is a sophomore student, their latest recruit from the previous academic year. Taehyun blinked once, even twice, before stretching his lips to force a smile. If there is one thing he despises, it's ignorance. He stared blankly at the boy, letting him think for a moment about what he had just said.

After counting numbers on his head, Taehyun gave up and sighed in disappointment. “Jungwon, right?” He called, looking at him from head to toe, watching the boy cautiously nod. “Well, Jungwon, orientations are made for newly recruited members. So, please tell, are there any newly recruited members in this room that we are not aware of?” 

He questioned calmly with a hint of edge, a brow corking at the poor guy who was now lowering his head in embarrassment. Taehyun then scratched his brow out of habit, composing himself in front of the members who looked at Jungwon with sympathy. 

Taehyun was about to apologize when he heard a loud thud at the door, which also caught the attention of others. He grinned within himself after he saw two silhouettes behind the frosted glass panel door, thinking that perhaps someone had realized how interesting and important their club actually was.

Straightening his shirt with a poised stance, he faced the door as the knob twisted. Only to be faced with horror when the door burst open and a woman almost landing on his torso. His instinct immediately made him wrap his hands around the woman's shoulders before she hit his chest. Analyzing the situation, he also noticed the guy who came with the woman. They are almost at the same height, lips smeared with glossy lipstick, with a varsity jacket hanging on his broad shoulder—a typical jock who hangs his meat free for everyone.

“Oh… Shit! Didn't know the room was occupied. My bad!”

The guy smugly broke the stillness, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. Taehyun poked the inside of his cheeks as he stared at them, finally taking a proper look at the girl. Realization finally dawned on him. It's you, the infamous chatty bimbo of that clique everyone talked about—The Plastics.

“Really?” Taehyun asked flatly, “You didn't see the room placard outside? All in capital letters? This is a respected academic club in the field of mathematics. Not a spare room for your…”

Taehyun halted on his words, gazing at your figure close to him when he finally remembered to release your shoulders. You pressed your lips together, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, clearly trying not to chuckle at his reddened ears.

“We are terribly sorry…” You butted in softly, “We didn't notice the sign.” You continued, followed by a giggle as the jock grabbed your waist smoothly and planted a kiss behind your ear.

Taehyun scoffed, tongue poking the insides of his cheeks, trying to maintain his cool. He nodded before walking through the doorway, forcing both of you to move back into the hallway. You took a moment to study him, the thick rim of his glasses and long bangs hiding his irrefutably seamless features, especially his black round eyes—cold yet strangely daring. More so, his straight button-up didn't do him any better, as his physique seems to be lean and toned.

“Of course. How would you see the sign? It's not like you think before you act.” He uttered dryly, “Not your fault.” He added sarcastically, the muffled cackle of his teammates snapping you from checking him out unconsciously.

You gasped at his response, his tone laced with degradation and his insults hit you like a rock. Unimpressed with his approach, you raised a brow at him, observing the crampy room he was in.

“And, it is also not our fault,” you snapped back, “That your club room looks like a rotting janitor's closet!” You exclaimed, grabbing the doorknob from the front to slam the door in his face, catching a second of his attractive confused face.

What a prick! You stomped in front of the closed door, breathing heavily after the impulse. 

A handsome prick.

Your heels clank at the floor, walking away from the scene you've caused. Eyes rolling as the jock hurried after you, calling your name.

“I'm not in the mood anymore!” 

TWO WEEKS, IT HAS BEEN TWO FUCKING WEEKS. In between those, you learned basically everything you can gather about him. You are not a Plastic for nothing, that's for sure. His name is Kang Taehyun, a junior in BS Mathematics, a Mathlete member since his first year, and a high school valedictorian before going into college. 

He is also a perfectionist despite having bad eyesight, guess that shiny circle bobas did nothing for his sight. And, speaking of sight, Taehyun—who you didn't know until two weeks ago—is now everywhere. It is not even an exaggeration; his lunch time is the same as yours, his gym class shares the gym with your class, and even during that junior orientation where he happened to be in the same row you are sitting.

Coincidence? Probably. You certainly hope so.

It is time for your gym class again, and as expected, their class was at the gym first. You watch as he isolates himself from others, still in his glasses and the full bangs that can make one wonder if he can actually see. Your eyes followed his every move, stomach fidgeting by just glazing mindlessly at him from the other side of the gym.

“Your mouth is watering.”

The sly voice snapped you out of your fantasies, turning your attention to Yuna consciously, eyes trembling.

“What?” You blurted, trying to keep your voice steady. She let out a short laugh—a condescending one—before patting your shoulder that made you flinch.

 “I am not as dumb as you are.” She started with that nerve-wrecking smile. “Have you lost your game?”

Your throat tightened at her question, forcing a smile when your breathing intensified. Yuna is right. What are you thinking? A nerd? Has your standard has really gotten that low after spending your summer at your grandma's suburbs? You playfully rolled your eyes, arms crossed above your chest. 

“No! As if!” You beamed, even sticking your tongue out to absurdity, cringing by how disgusting it sounds. “In his dreams.” You added, giving him a last glance before lining up for today's activity.

Which is badminton. It is one of the sports you actually enjoy, thus your excitement when it is now your turn to rally. You held the shuttlecock in one hand before giving it a go, fixing your posture as the shuttlecock was received by your blockmate. It was going well, not until you missed a backhand performed by your opponent.

And to fate's tangled strings, the shuttlecock hit Taehyun’s head from the back.

You were amused—to say the least—for reasons you do not know. He was turning slowly, his brain still trying to comprehend what just happened. It makes you stifle a laugh, pressing your lips in a thin line the moment he has fully turned around.

“You.” Taehyun pointed, ears fuming red out due to shame and disbelief. You look around your surroundings, hoping that he refers to other people. But no, his finger is directed to your figure. He immediately put the blame on you.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself innocently.

“Well, you are the one holding a racket.” He replied, his words sharp and concise like he has never been so sure in his entire life.

“And how are you so sure?” You asked sweetly, batting your lashes at him. “Did you see it? Do you happen to have eyes in the back of your head in exchange for bad eyesight?” You continued with that gullible tone, your smile stretching larger when you heard a few snicker from your schoolmates. Even more satisfied as you saw a glimpse of irritation in his face.

To your disappointment, Taehyun smirked, refusing to back down. “No, my mind compensates for limitations,” He is now in the middle of the court, palms resting on his waist. “Unlike some people… who peaked in high school, only grew up with half a brain.”

You gritted your teeth at his answer. Not yielding from your somewhat banter, you also took a step to meet him face-to-face. Ignoring how your body reacts slightly the moment you realize how tiny you are compared to him.

“Oh really? Then please use that oh-so-great mind of yours to keep yourself out of others’ business. I suggest you play with your calculator—”

A loud whistle stopped your blabbering, shutting your eyes tight when what you have done sinked in—now minding the whole gym who is watching the heat intensify between you two.

“Hate speech is prohibited in academic areas. Three hours detention after class. No buts!”

A groan left Taehyun's throat as he returned to his side of the gym, leaving you alone in the middle, regretting every decision you have made involving him.

“DETENTION IN THE SECOND WEEK OF CLASSES? THIS IS NEW.” The guidance counselor greeted, smiling warmly at the two of you—who are sitting three chairs away from one another, clearly unwilling to be in each other's space right now. But there is no way you are gonna let this man stain your record as a junior—no matter how annoyingly interesting he is.

The silence went a little longer, before the counselor finally took the lead again, “No talking, I see.” She noted, sighing lightly. “Then let's just do something that won't require talking. How does cleaning the storage room sound?” She inquired, causing the both of you to look at each other in misery.

“No, no, no!” You reacted first—dramatically even—making Taehyun roll his eyes.

“With all due respect, I just did my nails to welcome this semester, and there is no way I will let these beautiful art touch some dirt!”

You exclaimed, even showing her your pink-and-purple manicure. Taehyun chuckled at your nonsense, your head whipping to his direction with a glare. “Well? Do you think this is funny? You agree with this?” You snapped at him, bombarding him with petty questions, still in denial with the consequences of your actions.

Entertained with your total meltdown, Taehyun stood from his seat, straightening his shirt. “We will do it.” Taehyun chirped with a polite smile, bringing you to gasp in disbelief.

“We?! Who is we?! You cannot possibly decide for me. Clean that room on your own!” You exclaimed, slamming your palm in the armchair near you. 

“Very good, Mr. Kang,” The counselor smiled warmly, ignoring your protests. “Let me then lead you to the gatekeeper so he can send you off. We will also stop by the janitor's room to gather cleaning supplies. Will that be alright?”

The counselor queried, your objection inaudible to their ears. They started walking out, not minding your presence. You stomped your way out of the room, lips in a pout as you followed the figures ahead of you.

This is all Kang Taehyun’s fault.

TALL SHELVES, TANGLED COBWEBS, AND ABANDONED BOXES. That welcomed your sight as the old gatekeeper opened the storage room you are assigned to clean. Your hand flew to your nose, an unpleasant smell filling in your senses. You sighed in defeat, glaring at Taehyun who is casually rolling the janitor trolley inside the room.

“Get movin’, girl!” The gatekeeper grunts, “and do me a favor by finishing early, I want to go home too.” The grumpy gatekeeper unexpectedly pushed you inside the room that nearly made you yelp. Before you could even protest, the door was now slammed to your face and locked from the outside.

You groaned and marched your way in a near chair, only to be nauseated by how much dust was covering it. With bearing overstimulation, you squealed in high-pitch, catching Taehyun's attention, who was already wiping a shelf. He watched you for a while, jaw clenching by how insufferable you are. Out of irritation, he threw the rug he is using to stop your drama. The dusty cloth ends up hitting your skirt.

“ARE YOU SERIOUS?! This is a seasonal collection!” 

You shriek a pitch higher with a clenched fist, still in-denial that you are locked in a stinking storage room with a guy you are infatuated with. This is just a dream! You try to convince yourself, now planning one to two ways on how to get out of this shithole untouched by dirt.

Taehyun saw the scene unfold, his patience running thin. He wants to be the bigger person—he really does—but you are provoking his sanity to stay aligned. For then, he finally walked towards you, who are still standing in the corner.

“Shut your mouth,” his stern tone successfully stopped your squeal. His sudden authority made you abruptly open your eyes, breath hitching the moment you saw how close he was. Your stomach instantly twisted, the proximity between you two suffocates your lungs at best. His gaze felt intoxicating even behind the lens of his glasses.

You can feel the shift of the air between you two. Resulting in you avoiding his intense stare, composing yourself. Mentally taking note that you are stuck cleaning this dusty locked room because of him.

“I hate you.” You retaliated, arms now crossed in front of your chest, head faced to the side.

“I said shut it,” He repeated, voice rougher this time. Unwavered, he moved a step closer, causing you to stumble backwards. You held on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, the swing of your arm was almost too natural. His reflex made him instantly grasp your forearm, unintentionally bringing you near him. You saw a glimpse of worry in his eyes, before it was masked to stoic glare, clearing his throat. 

“Or what?” You asked in spite, your words getting ahead of you. “You'll make me?” You taunted, looking at him straight in the eye. 

Taehyun gazes at your features ominously. Your brain thanked the faulty bulb as you silently wished that he wouldn't see the fright in your eyes. He smirked at himself, seemingly getting the sense of your bratty behavior.

“Do you want me to?”

You can feel his hold tightening on your arms. The tension seems to grow heavier, its intensity relying on your answer. Pulling yourself together, your fingers lightly tap on his shoulder, toying him.

“Try me.” Your palm on his shoulder went to his chest to draw small circles, still not letting yourself back down, as if your pride will let you. “I doubt you can, nerds are not capable of handling me.” 

Something in Taehyun snapped. His jaw clenched, the smirk on his lips fading into something that screams danger. Before you could react, his hand moved—gripping your wrist and pushing you back a step until your back brushed against one of the dusty shelves. The sudden movement made a box wobble above your head.

“My pink top!” You immediately moved your body forward, pressing your chest on his instead to keep the dust off your clothes. 

Taehyun was taken back for a second as the gap between you two closes, thoughts disappearing within seconds. Mouth agape with the realization that you are really such a bimbo like they described you to be. A glimpse of your exposed collarbone and a sight of your cleavage are presented on him effortlessly. His hand on yours trembled for a moment, before he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “You really function with half a brain, aren't you?”

Your head followed his voice, forcing your faces closer than before, noses almost touching each other. The distance made your heart stop for a second. Your eyes explored his face, from his orbs, to his long lashes, his structured cheeks, and to his pale lips, which are as round as his eyes. 

“I can feel your gaze, you know?” He muttered slowly, “From the cafeteria, to that moment at the gym, and here…” His list made you shut your eyes momentarily. He can see that far? Didn’t he have a problem with his sight?

“Your eyes linger on me, why?”

For the first time, he left you empty with words. Your mind starts to run fast, unable to deny his accusation, but cannot find the proper answer to it either. And Taehyun, being himself, noticed the debate happening behind your thoughts.

“Cat got your tongue?” The question rolled smoothly in his tongue, grinning with a thought that he already won. Making things worse, you can feel your cheeks heating as moments pass, feeling more and more small in front of him. His scent doesn't help either, his masculine perfume diluting your senses.

“What happened to the Plastic that I apparently couldn't handle?" He remembered, scanning your face with utmost satisfaction—but now, his gaze is hungry for something more. He then crouches a little to level his face to yours, his patience running low as you strike him with silence.

Taehyun stared at your conflicted state, before licking his lips, “Why are you watching me?” He asked once again, forcing you to the edge.

Your heartbeat gets ecstatic, stomach in a turmoil at his unending questions. Feeling a pulse in your head due to his overall presence overwhelming you.

“You wish.”

Those words barely came out of your mouth, and these are words you didn't even expect to reply. Taehyun poked his inside cheeks, evidently irritated by how you attain to lie at his face.

“No.” He gritted, still studying your internal conflict. “You wish.”

He retaliated, clenching his jaw. This earned an offended gasp from you that turned to a small whimper when you felt his palm on your hip. He pulled you in his space, the distance between you once again disappearing.

“Push me away.”

Taehyun whispered—different from his previous ones—it was slow, and sultry. It wasn't a demand either, it was a challenge. Your throat tightened. One of your wrists was still trapped in his grip, the other resting against his chest where you had teased him earlier. His palm pressed firmly against your hip, warm even through your clothes.

All you had to do was shove him away. Step back. Clean the room. And break whatever strange hot tension had formed between the two of you.

But your hands didn’t move.

“Thought so.”

In the least expected moment, he leaned and kissed your lips. His hand traveled to the center of your back, his thumb rubbing slow circles in the fabric of your top. You are in a state of shock, not knowing where to focus; his lips hastily moving on yours, the warm palm on your back, or the fact that a nerd like him knows how to kiss.

Within seconds, you gave in. Your hand in his chest went to his nape, moving your lips in sync with his. You felt a tug of smirk in his lips when you gripped his nape tighter, urging him to nudge closer to deepen the kiss. It was messy, hot, and hungry. You cannot even fathom what Yuna would say if she knew, but that is not your concern as of now. Taehyun's lips altered your brain to be centered at him, and his lips.

The hand on his nape went to the collar of his shirt. Yet, he catches your hand before you grasp on his shirt. He pulled away in awe, breathing heavily, lips smudged with your gloss.

“What now?” You breathed, irritation thick in your tone, still in a bliss while you stared at his attractive after-kiss state.

“You want me so much you want to ruin my ironed shirt?” Taehyun coos, a playful smirk plastered in his face with your confusion. “That's where I draw a li—” 

“Don't get ahead of yourself,” You cut him off, glaring at him before putting your hand back down, “I still hate you.”

Taehyun’s mood changed in a beat with the sudden attitude. With no warning, he grabbed you by the shoulder to turn you around, making your back face him. He then grasped your hair in one fist to toss it to one side, now having a clear view of your nape and shoulder. Taehyun leans in, his breaths tickling your nerves as you feel his chin on your blades.

“You kiss people you hate?”

He asked notoriously, a whine leaving your throat from how close he is. Closing your eyes as you held at the shelf you're pressed to, you tilt your head to properly accommodate him—on which he happily obliged. Taehyun nibbled your skin, subtly sucking parts of your neck up to your jaw. His warm lips bring unbearable sensations to your legs.

“Nerds are not—hmmm—people to me…” You replied under pleasure, uncomposed but coherent. This halted Taehyun’s action, chuckling with no humor. His hand cupped your cheeks to face him from behind, forcing you to open your eyes. His hand then rubbed your glossed lips, smearing it on its every corner, before parting your lips with his thumb. Smirking to himself, he deliberately shoved his finger to your mouth, letting you suck it instinctively while directly staring at him.

His lips find it way again to your ear, “Says the one who's sucking my thumb right now.” His free hand crept slowly under your shirt, making you shiver out of bliss. You rest your back on his torso as you feel his free hand fumble the buttons of your skirt, your thighs losing strength from the wave of fire his body radiates.

“See how you react to me?” He starts to point out, removing his thumb in your mouth, now fully coated with your saliva. You looked at his thumb in ecstasy, lips still parted. There is a part of you who still wants to prove a point, that he is a nerd and you should be above him. A part of you that wants to stop his hand in your stained skirt, but all of those thoughts subsided when he cupped your cheeks again to kiss your lips. More torrid this time, his tongue pushing an entrance to your mouth only to be tangled with yours. A moan escaped your throat when he bit your lower lip, feeling his canine teeth plunge your soft muscle with a bit of force. His other hand rested on your abdomen, fingers rubbing circles to your bare skin.

Your whines are swallowed by him, almost running out of breath from how fast his lips are moving. The way he kissed your lips fueled the heat you are feeling, causing you to close your legs in arousal. Your hand grasping the shelf went to his hand in your stomach, tapping it fast to send him signals. Luckily, he got it, pulling apart in time as you two gasped for air.

Taehyun's glasses were filled with fog as he glazed at you, lips almost swollen and sweats forming in your forehead, creasing your make up. “Don’t you have something to admit?” He huffs, after collecting his breaths.

Questions flooded your eyes, “What?” You retorted, turning slightly to see his face clearly. He then removed his hand on your stomach, your lips in a makeshift pout with the loss of warmth.

“Admit that you want me.” Taehyun replied, no hesitation in his tone. 

You finally turned on him, shocked at his audacity. “You really have some guts,” You snickered, placing your hands on your hips. “I have nothing to admit.” 

Taehyun placed his arms in your sides, caging you between him and the shelf, sighing in your stubbornness. “Push me away then.” He repeated his taunt, almost letting it out as a growl. The way he challenged you just added more hotness to your core.

To your sheer sexual frustration, you gather all your strength to push him and make him sit on the chair you are eyeing earlier. He looked up at you in a daze, lost at the sudden action. You are now standing between his legs, hands on his shoulder as you forced a smile.

You dipped your head to be closer to him, maintaining enough space before your lips touch. “I do not want you, nerd,” A hand from his shoulder went to his cheeks, slapping it lightly, “But I need you. For now, at least.”

Taehyun chuckled dryly, placing his palms on your hips, caressing it with his thumb. “All you Plastic do is talk.” He mocked, his hands cautiously creeping up to your waist. “Why not show me instead?”

His touch sent chills to your core, his invite just gave you more urge to carelessly sit on his lap, catching him off guard. He was about to complain when you combed his hair in the side, melting him in the spot. “You are not as tough as you think you are.” You cooed, smiling coyly, watching him close his eyes shut, his grip on your waist getting tighter.

Your hand continued to fumble his hair, focus once again drifting by how soft his locks are. His hands start moving downward to the hem of your skirts, the fabric raising up as it exposes your inner thighs. He nudged his head on your shoulder, his movements continued as his fingertips reached your panties. Taehyun sighed heavily before finally gazing at you keenly, his eyes fixated behind his glasses.

“First time seeing a girl's panty?” You called out humorously, “You are such a nerd.” You teased, stifling a laugh. 

Taehyun is nearly at his limit, getting more pressed in the way you try to degrade him. He lifts you in his lap to seat you directly in his crotch, earning a moan from you, dissolving your attempt to overpower him. Your clothed cunt is now directly placed on his bulge. You felt a lump on your throat, your arms draping in his neck, wrapping themselves instinctively for support. He felt hot, your eyes dropping on where your bodies are latched. Taehyun followed your gaze, fingers still playing in the garters of your panties.

“Can a nerd make you that wet?” He shamefully asked, noticing the patch of wetness evident on your panties. You bit your tongue as you felt more aroused when he pointed it out, almost letting another moan when he shifted ever-so slightly, creating friction. Taehyun chuckled at your sensitivity, “That bad?”

You nodded as your gaze remained on his hard-on, slowly rubbing on it, seeking for any contact. Only for your actions to pause when his hand went to your hips to strain it. You stared at him, eyebrows creased, baffled by his strong arms.

“Not so fast, bimbo,” Taehyun warned, “Suck me.”

You scorn at his sudden request, the heat in your legs only intensifies when you realize he is not joking. For someone like him, he really has some audacity, you'll give him that. You are left with no choice when he helps you stand from your current position to kneel in front of him, now watching him undo the button of his slacks.

“Wait… What's in it for me?” Your mind fibbled before being greeted with his cock; fully erect, long, thick, with veins popping around its girth. Your jaw drops in an instant, getting more turned-on with the sight. Taehyun hoarsely laughed at your reaction, one hand went to your chin, closing your mouth.

“We will take care of that later.”

His response made you roll your eyes. It didn't stop you to finally take a grip of his length, still at awe by how a nerd hid this kind of dick. You felt him shudder when you held its base, now kneeling properly to suck the tip while jerking its length. Taehyun let out a guttural moan the moment your lips touched his head, hand clutching your hair when you gave his slit kitten licks. 

“Fuck… So… Shit—This is the way to finally shut you up, huh?”

He pants heavily with every brush of your tongue in his tip. Trying to ground himself by grabbing to the armchair of his seat, his other hand supporting your head as you swallowed his cock. You heard another low moan from him when his tip brushed past your teeth, pushing yourself to blow him deeper without gagging in the process. You continued to bob your head, humming when you felt his tip on the back of your throat. Wet saliva and pre-cum mixed in his tip as you pull out, just for you to lick him from the base to the tip.

Pride and satisfaction fill your system as you watch him throw his head back out of pleasure, getting more wet by just realizing how much you are giving to him. Lewd sounds echoed in the room as you continued to play with his cock, pumping what your mouth couldn't reach in a fast pace with the help of your saliva. You grinned when his hips eagerly met your mouth, his moans growing louder the moment your grip tightened around his girth. Your mouth made a loud pop when you draw out, fisting his cock for a break.

“Look who’s eager to fuck my fist…” You teased, leaving a peck on his balls before slowing down, your hold in his base going loose. Taehyun shoots you with a scowl, eyes glaring behind his glasses that’s more muzzled than before. A smile formed in your lips as your hand flew to his thighs, leaving his length sensitive and aching. 

His strong hand tried to fetch yours, longing for the sensation you are giving him. He looks famished, sweats formed in his forehead damping his dark bangs, his face is flushed, lips separated. Overall, he is marvelous in your eyes, undeniably causing your sex to throb. In a beat, you stood from the ground, fixing your tangled hair before finally removing your heels. 

Confused, Taehyun sat up straight, gaze following your every move. “What are you doing?”

Your hand reached for him, dragging his arm with enough strength to make him stand. You enticingly stared at him, your fingers going through his hair to brush his bangs back, finally seeing his whole face. It made you pause, caught in a trance as you scan his features. “You look different when your hair’s pushed back.” You muttered, almost inaudible as if it is a suppressed inner thought.

He snickered at your gesture, scratching his brows in mere frustration, not having of how small your attention span is. Taehyun went to cup your cheeks before leaning in to press his lips to yours. You responded in an instant, being more used to his kisses and the way he sucked your bottom lip. His aggression is oozing in the way he moves, once again leaving no room for you to breathe.

Taehyun starts to sway your bodies, another hand placed on your hips before he turns you two around. He was about to lower you down in the chair when you tugged his hair harshly, enough to make him wince in pain. 

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed, clearly annoyed. 

A scoff left your mouth, “I am not going to sit in…” you looked at the dusty chair with evident disgust, “That!” Your finger points at it, even moving in circular motion.

He looked at you in disbelief, taking his glasses off as he massaged his temple with the heel of his palm. He does not know if you are doing this on purpose, but he had enough. Taehyun sighed heavily before wearing his glasses, staring at your figure who is still glaring at him.

You can feel him straining himself, gaze fixated on yours, making you rub your thighs together. The silence between you two stretches until you suddenly yelp when he swiftly carried you on his shoulders, dragging you to the other side of the room where he had found an office table. He settled you at the top, hands hastily moving to your skirts as he bunched them to your hips to properly spread your legs. The beat of your heart went embarrassingly loud, nervousness clawing your throat by how fast he moved.

Taehyun finally looked at you, palms rested on the edge of the table, locking you in his arms. He was standing between your legs, slacks disheveled with his cock peeking out of it. You bit your lip when one of his hands went to your thigh, crawling slowly to your wet garment. Tingling sensations spread to your body like wildfire, all leading up to your core causing you to shiver.

“I am aware of how dumb you could be,” He mumbled, voice almost airless. “But can you be reasonable just for once so I could fuck the shit out of you thus we could get over this?” His tone carries no hesitancy, making you blink at him rapidly, stunned by his frankness. Your lips pursed, in total speechless by Taehyun's peculiar nature. Finally registering his words, you slowly nod, lashes batting at him. He sighed deeply, scratching his brows, internally baffled by how he is acting.

“Thank you.” He uttered with mild irony, his tone forced a crease on your forehead.

“What are you—oh…”

The question was turned into a moan when he ran a finger to your clothed cunt, his pads gently drawing in some lines. A familiar feeling runs through your spine, jerking your hips forward to seek more friction. Your hand flew to his wrist, a silent plea for him to go faster. For which he did, his fingers now moving in swift circles, earning a squeal from you.

“Wa… Wait… Kang!” You called, gasping for air as his fingers started to rub you in the perfect spot. He shook his head in response, leaning into your neck, placing wet kisses on it down to your collarbone. Taehyun's other hand soon fiddled with your pink top, bunching the fabrics up until it revealed your bra. Without a thought, he buried his face between your chest, licking the skin near your cleavage. Every graze of his lips made you arch your back a bit more, pussy clenching to nothing from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Hyun… Mhmmm…”

His hot breath fans your skin, hardening your sensitive nipples. With scattered thoughts, your hand guided his wrist to your left bosom, his rough palm immediately enveloped your breast, giving it a hard squeeze. Taehyun's body went rigid when you suddenly encircled your legs around his waist, pushing him closer where you needed him most. A wince left his mouth as your action caused his cock to hit the table, halting his fingers between your legs.

You wait when his attention went at his wristwatch near your limbs, anxious when his brows suddenly furrowed. He muttered something inaudible before his fingers proceeded to move the fabrics of your panties aside, exposing your delicate cunt to him. He tilted his head to the side, eyes now focused by the new sight. 

“We have wasted 29 minutes and 13 seconds because of how petty you are. The gatekeeper will return to check on us in 44 minutes and 40 seconds,” He stated casually, before lifting his gaze to yours, who is completely fascinated. “You don't want him to see you all fucked up like this, do you?”

Words tried to come out of your mouth, but nothing went out. Your cheeks are heating with how precise he is with every utterance. Leaving you to just shake your head at his question, half of your brain focused on his fingers touching the lips of your pussy. He smiled haughtily at your response, fingers went to scoop an essence of your wetness. A sweet moan left your throat, even more aroused when he uses your juices to coat his length, spreading it to the tip down to the base.

“Ready?”

Taehyun corks his brow, tugging his cock to line it up your dripping hole. You gave him a slight nod, palm planted in the table to support your weight whilst you draped your other arm around his neck. Sharp gasps filled the room when his tip pushed in, stretching you out with warmth. Your mouth flew open, giving him the opportunity to insert the fingers he used to tease you. Decency left your body as you sucked his two fingers rigorously, tongue playing within its gap.

“Such filthy mouth…” He grunted, pushing his fingers deep within your throat, making you gag. Tears instantly formed in the corner of your eyes, the weight of his cock alongside him continuously kneading your breast becoming too much to endure.

The way he entered you was slow, almost tedious. It only made you feel every vein and pulse of his length inside you, throbbing by how he felt perfectly buried in your walls. Taehyun winced when he felt a scratch on his neck, your perfectly manicured nails digging in his skin when he finally bottoms out. Drool began to trail in your chin, getting more turned on when you saw the slightest reflection of yourself in the lens of his glasses, all messed up under his mercy.

His hand on your breast went to grasp your thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling out before slamming his hips into yours. You blatantly scream against his fingers by how sudden his action was, feeling him gripping your thighs tighter as a warning to keep it down. Your hand in his neck fumbled to his ironed collar—successfully this time—clutching the fabric as he drills his cock faster. 

Taehyun soon retrieved his fingers, wiping his wet fingers in your cheek, messing up your contour. Another whine left your mouth after hearing him chuckle dryly by how obedient you've become. His fingers found your hair, yanking them to push your head close to his.

“All you need is someone to fuck that stupid pettiness of yours, no?”

He whispers in your ear, his cock ramming your cunt roughly—to the point that the table starts screeching in his every thrust. You can't help but to just weakly push his body closer with your legs, which are shaking violently by how he is fucking you.

You were bewildered by how his cock feels, even feeling it twitch the moment you cling your other arm to his shoulder. Every sane thought has left your brain as you continue to moan deliriously, your gummy walls squelching sticky juices. His hand in your hair forced your head to his direction, latching his plump lips to yours. His tongue pushes its way into your mouth, having you to suck his wet muscles. Taehyun's kisses were messy, almost out of sync, yet the most delicious from what you've experienced in your whole existence. 

He tugged your hair harshly, groaning by how strings of salivas connects you two after the kiss. It is getting harder for you to breathe, even more troubled when he leaned to your neck. 

“Do… Holy shit—Don't you dare… Agh! Leave a—hah… Hickey… Fuck!”

Taehyun cackled by the way you stutter, his breaths on your skin giving you goosebumps. He angled his hips differently this time, hitting a sweet spot inside you, subconciously throwing your head back in pleasure. His hand found your nape, your warning urged him more to nibble your soft flesh with his teeth. You moan a pitch-higher when his lips sucked your skin hard, leaving no hope that it won't turn into a lavish purple mark later. 

“Speak when you are spoken to, bimbo.”

You can see how his eyes shined beneath his foggy glasses at his finished work, giving it a final lick that made you shiver. His pants are becoming more audible, sweats forming in his neck, making the way he bobs his adam's apple more appealing. You are no better, your whole body is also damped, mascara running down your cheeks, and hair tangled in his fingers.

Taehyun halted for a moment, his exhales were ragged while combing his hair upward. The hand on your hair now looped in the back of your left knee before resting on the table, your leg weighing over his arm. Your back curved at the new position, feeling his cock reach a deeper part of you with your leg raised up. A tear dropped from your glassy eyes, belly swelling with how his tip poked your insides.

“Shit… You feel me deep within your cunt?” His tone is arrogant, his hips idle as your walls continuously clenched on him. “Does that meathead fucks you piquantly like this?” His question ended with a harsh thrust, your thighs wiggling by how hard it is.

“Wha—Who?” You asked, oblivious of what he's saying, head empty when he started to pick up his pace again, your palm on his shoulder all sweaty by the humid air. Your mouth hangs open when you feel a finger playing within the lips of your pussy, tingling your aching bud.

“That fucker with you that day, in our club.” He answered, his cock slamming in unison with his fingers on your sex. You shook your head violently as you realized what he meant, moving your body to meet his thrust halfway.

“His name is Je—Oh!” You shout loudly when he slapped your cunt, mind short-circuiting before you could even reply. 

“Well?” He taunts, his fingers now caressing your cunt, offering a silent apology for his roughness. “Use your words, come on.” His hips also slow down, waiting for your answer.

“No…” You finally answered, the hands around him now rested on his chest. “We didn't fuck…” You scoot a bit closer, whimpering at his cock in you before latching a kiss on his neck.

“You're my first fuck this semester.”

Butterflies settled in your stomach, unable to read his demeanor. His hands found your waist, setting you into the table, creating a space between you two. His grips tightened when your lips pouted at him, grinding your pussy slightly. In seconds, he got you splayed down the table by pulling your thighs with extreme force. Taehyun carried your calves, placing it on his shoulder, before finally pounding his cock into your weeping hole.

Your eyes rolled back when he placed a hand on your abdomen, palming the sensitive bulge visible in his every move. He is stirring up your insides, going much further than what you can fit, the intense sensation went straight to the tight knot on your stomach.

“First and last fuck.” He corrected, pushing himself deeper enough to make you groan, the pleasure now mixed with pain. “I'm going to fill you up—Shit… Enough that you won't seek—Fuck, you're choking it… other cocks than mine.”

You impulsively nod at his words, holding at the edge of the table to keep yourself awake, knuckles turning white. Wanton moans are inevitable in your mouth, still snagging on his cock hammering you full.

“Fuck me, Hyun… Mmhm… Need you! Want you so so so much!” Strings of blunt confessions left your mouth, the table grating the floor merged with the wet sounds of your slapping flesh filled the room.

Spiraled scream echoed the room when you came unannounced, breathing erratic at the intense wave of cum gushing between your thighs. Taehyun didn't halt, not even with the sticky feeling of your wetness, riding you through your high. Your sensitivity gets ahead of you, whining by how his cock pushes back your juices inside your walls. 

“Hyun… Fuck, please!”

Your stomach tightens once more, unable to bear the overstimulation he's doing to your puffy cunt. His face remained focused, gritting his teeth as his thrusts began to falter. He bent to reach for your face, cupping your cheeks for a messy kiss. He paused a second later, yanking his cock out before he came, the rope of his load went to stain your thighs. The scene sent shivers down your spine, another wave of pleasure snapped within your abdomen.

Taehyun pants heavily from the vulgar sight, before collapsing above you. Your eyes are shut for a second, fingers unconsciously finding his damped locks to play with it. Silence remains in the air, except for the heavy exhales you both blew. After some consideration, you licked your lips, now about to speak when he beat you into it.

“How was it?”

You gulped at his hoarse voice, mind lost in a trance when you felt a small peck on your stomach. He then stood up, took off his glasses to wipe the fog out using a handkerchief in his back pocket. 

“Nice. Go… Good!”

A small smile crept on his lips when he heard you stutter, wearing his glasses before offering you his hanky. It is in the color blue, with his name engraved into it.

“Clean yourself. Then, let's get started.”

Taehyun said, now glancing at his watch. He looks different now; clothes disheveled, hair in a mess, with sweats trailing down his temple. You sat up straight, pulling your shirt down before accepting the cloth in his hand.

“Wash it for me, I'll get it to you on Monday.” His smile turned into a smirk, turning his back at you as he approached the long-forgotten janitor trolley.

“Because on Monday, I'll teach you a different adjective to use every time we fuck.”

Yeonjun was mean. He knew what he wanted, didn’t do relationships or anything that lasted longer than one night. He knew he looked good, and Yeonjun used that to get exactly what he wanted—pussy.

It’s not like he didn’t warn the girls he fucked beforehand. He was still a gentleman, told them that he wasn’t looking for anything that extended beyond the bedroom. Everyone knew that Choi Yeonjun didn’t do aftercare and cuddles. That didn’t stop girls from trying, though. He was used to it, the attempts at getting a second chance, the whines, the “not gonna clean me up?” after he pounded a girl into his mattress. It was the same response every time. “Don’t expect a second time. Lock the door on your way out.” Never failed. 

Until it did. Yeonjun himself was taken aback by his stupidity. What the fuck was so special about you? You were just a mutual friend, a pretty face he had made his mission for the night at some dumb gathering. And he was doing well, for the most part, until he got hit with that dumb laugh of yours. The one that made your eyes crinkle at the corners and your lips look extremely kissable. In 30 minutes, Yeonjun had managed to feel ways he hadn’t felt since high school. He couldn’t believe his reputation as the “emotionless fuckboy” was being destroyed by a girl he hadn’t even had a real conversation with. Then, he met your eyes across the room again and decided that it wasn’t the worst thing ever.

Yeonjun’s sneakers clicked against the hardwood of the apartment, the R&B music and piercing sound of glasses clicking and laughs fading into the background when you looked up at him like he was the most interesting in the world. A second ago you were laughing with your mutual friend, Beomgyu, and the next Yeonjun was leaning a little too close for comfort and interrupting the conversation like he knew whatever the two of you were talking about didn’t matter. It didn’t, not when he was there.

“Beomgyu, where have you been, man?” He huffs out, clapping the dark-haired man on the back with that easy grin. Beomgyu smirks, before introducing the man before you as Choi Yeonjun. You were familiar with that name, everyone was. Extremely handsome, rude, could give a shit less about what anyone else had to say, the list went on. “Yeonjun, huh? I’m—” You start. Yeonjun doesn’t let you finish. “I know who you are. I never forget a pretty face.” He hums, voice smooth like butter. He had said that line more times than he could remember, and he also couldn’t recall a time before now where he had actually meant it. “I see,” you hum.

Somewhere in the chaos of your conversation, Beomgyu had managed to slip away for another drink, leaving you with Yeonjun who had been towering over you like an omen. You had been trying to ignore his presence the whole time, and he definitely noticed. “You’re not gonna look at me? I’m just as funny as Beomgyu, y’know?” He hums, lips curled up into a smirk. “I’m sure you are.” You retort just as quickly, holding his gaze, the liquid in your red cup long forgotten. Yeonjun finds himself obsessed with the way you look up at him and finds himself wondering just how pretty you’d look underneath him. “You’re not gonna give me a chance to show you?” He asks, almost tauntingly like he’s expecting you to come and find out. You tug on your bottom lip, fingers tightening around the plastic cup. “Don’t you have more important things to do?” You ask, still tugging on your lip and Yeonjun notices. You’re sure he does with how often his eyes flick down to look at them. “You’re nervous. I don’t bite, unless you like stuff like that.” You feel your breath catch.

“I’m not nervous.” You lie through clenched teeth. Yeonjun inches closer, just enough so you can smell the peppermint on his tongue and hear the rustle of his clothes when he shifts. “You’re a bad liar, pretty.” He murmurs, dragging out the nickname. He can smell your perfume, a warm scent that had him leaning closer for another whiff. You don’t even notice how hooked he is already; on you, not just your scent. “I know you think I’m terrible, but I’m not. I know how to behave, y’know.” He huffs, you scoff. “You’re just looking for a fuck.” Yeonjun lets out a soft chuckle, still holding your gaze as confidently as he had been the past 5 minutes. “I was. Then you came along, looking so fucking pretty, and I started wanting more than whatever pussy I was searching for.” Yeonjun’s voice is strained, like he’s embarrassed to admit that a girl has his heart pounding as relentlessly as it is. In honesty, he is. Yeonjun is embarrassed that just the sound of your laugh has his cock straining against his jeans like it is. He notices the way you still—the way your fingers loosen around the cup and your lips stop gnawing and your eyes stop darting around the room occasionally for some kind of escape. “Show me, then.” You hum, and he swears his heart stopped. He doesn’t let you see it though. Instead, he lets his lips curl into that lazy smirk and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before leading you into an empty bedroom hidden towards the back of the apartment.

The bedroom door clicks shut behind the two of you, and for once you don’t care, not about whoever’s bedroom it is, or what people would think after finding out you messed around with someone like Yeonjun. What you care about is how his brown eyes glaze over yours like you’re special. You know that he doesn’t do strings, you’ve heard as many stories about him as the next person. But, you can’t help but feel a difference. Yeonjun lets out a soft sigh of relief when it’s just the two of you, ignoring the noise from the party leaking from behind the door. “Let me make you feel good?” He huffs, voice carrying a hint of whine that makes him bite down on his lip. Fuck, you really had him acting differently.

Your slow nod is all he needs for him to sink down to his knees and worship you. Yeonjun kisses down the fabric of your dress slowly, his hands roaming your sides and trying to map out as much skin as possible before the moment ends. Slowly, his lips brush against the edge of the fabric where your bare thighs have been taunting him all night. Yeonjun looks up at you with an uncharacteristically needy look before pressing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh. He pushes the fabrics of your dress up enough to reveal your panties, and they’re exactly what he expected. A cute, lacy pair with a tiny ribbon in the middle of them. His lips curl up into a satisfied smirk.

“Those are the cutest fuckin’ panties I’ve seen.” He murmurs, voice muffled with how sloppily he’s pressing open-mouthed kisses to your bare skin. Then, he brushes the lace of your panties where your inner thigh ends. He linger just for a moment before moving his mouth to your clothed heat. Yeonjun’s tongue licks a long, experimental stripe across the fabric to test the waters, and your whiny moan is more than enough permission for him to continue. Yeonjun mouths at the fabric with more enjoyment than he would’ve ever expected, his fingers digging into the plush of your ass as his tongue flicks across your bud. He can faintly taste your essence seeping through the fabric with each kitten lick, and it earns a faint yet unmistakable groan from him. “Already taste so fucking good, even with your little panties in the way.” He hums against your pussy, the vibrations traveling up your body and making you whine. “Don’t be a tease, Yeonjun,” You whine, and he chuckles. “I’ll be good for you, pretty.” He murmurs, pulling you panties to the side with his teeth because of how bad he wants to keep his fingers planted against your skin. The lace brushes your sensitive nub, making your head loll back against the wall. Then, he’s back on you, licking a long, languid stroke against your bare heat with his tongue.

Yeonjun actually growls from how good you taste, his eyes fluttering shut as he indulges. His tongue is warm and feels so perfect against you, alternating between gentle flicks of your clit to sinking into your hole. “That’s it, pretty, relax for me,” He moans into your folds, pressing a gentle kiss to your nub before sucking on the bundle of nerves. He chuckles when you squirm, thighs tightening around his face and practically suffocating him in your juices. Yeonjun doesn’t mind, not when it’s you. His tongue dips into your hole again, reaching places you didn’t even know were achievable and effectively getting you to that high you craved so badly. “Fuck, g-gonna cum, can’t take anymore,” you whine and tug at his hair, earning another one of his delicious groans. “Go on, pretty, let me have it.” He whispers, delivering one last flick to your bud before your orgasm crashes down on you. He licks you through the aftershocks, cleaning you up slowly before pulling away with a lewd smack. You let out a shaky sigh, looking down and meeting his eyes. He admires your dazed expression, bringing the back of his hand to his mouth to wipe your juices off of it.

In that moment, Yeonjun comes to realize that he is perpetually fucked, because he has never enjoyed eating someone out as much as he had with you.

“Felt good?” He hums, rising from his knees after pressing one more chaste kiss to your inner thigh. “Yeah, really really good.” He lets out a soft, genuine laugh, which is shocking because Yeonjun doesn’t laugh during sex. He gives and takes what he wants, doesn’t talk or ask if he’s doing good because he knows he is. 

“Thought you were an asshole,” You murmured, fingers lingering at your sides nervously. Yeonjun pauses, just for a moment. “I am. But, you’re worth more than a quick fuck.” He murmurs. You notice the sincerity in his eyes despite how hard he tries to hide it. “You look like you want to say more than that.” His jaw clenches. He doesn’t appreciate how easily you read him.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” He hums, a hand curling around your waist and pulling his chest flush against yours. “Please,” You whisper, and his lips find yours for the first time of the night—hot and not at all gentle like he had been trying so hard to be. The kiss is desperate, his mouth devouring yours like he might not get the chance again. You let out a soft whimper into his mouth when his lips curl around your tongue, sucking on the muscle all while holding your gaze. Yeonjun’s saliva mingles with your own in a way that can only be described as disgusting, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he feels so good. Not when you’re getting to see a side of him nobody else got.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby, promise. You’ll take it, right?” He murmurs nonsense into your mouth, stumbling backwards and dragging you along with him until the insides of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he dips down onto the mattress. You follow after him, hesitant to break the kiss but eventually doing so to straddle his lap. You nod, pressing another kiss to his lips. Yeonjun flips you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs, your back now flush against the mattress and his face inches from your own. Silver chains dangle from his neck, clinking against each other with each movement.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone. His lips linger against the skin for a painfully long time, and you wonder how he’s been able to hold out on his own needs for so long. “Don’t you want me to help you?” You offer, fingers tangling in his hair. Yeonjun glances up from where he’s begun to suck a hickey into your skin, soothing the sore skin with his tongue before pulling away. “You are helping me. Sitting there so fuckin’ pretty and taking everything I give you.” He reassures you, reaching a hand down to fumble with the buckle of his belt.

From the amount of stories you’ve heard from several girls on campus, you’d come to learn that Yeonjun is a cocky asshole, but only because he has the looks, and the dick, to back himself up. You’d expecting big, but fuck, he was big. You could see the outline of his cock through his grey Calvin Klein boxers which had an unmistakably large stain on the front from how much he had been leaking. He notices the starstruck look in your eyes, and he chuckles, the familiar cocky smirk returning to his lips. You shift onto your elbows, glancing up at him with that needy look that he finds it so hard to say no to. “Told you, don’t need to take care of me, baby,” He whispers, and you whine. “I want to help you, Yeonjun.” You whine, and his cock jumps. You notice, he definitely notices. Yeonjun lets out a little groan before giving in. “Fuck, okay,” He murmurs, and your lips curl up into a smile. You thumb at the waistband of his boxers before tugging it down just beneath his balls, enough for his cock to spring up and slap against his lower abdomen. Fuck, okay, he was huge. 

You let out a little whimper at the sight of him, smaller fingers wrapping around his base and giving an experimental stroke. You can hear the hiss that he tries so hard to stifle, which is a cue for you to continue. Slowly, you pump his length, watching his every reaction. The way his hips stutter when you run your finger along the prominent vein on the side of his cock, how his cock twitches and he lets out a breathy whine when you drag your thumb along his slit and watch the precum dribble out. Then, you pull away, and his eyes snap open. Yeonjun’s lips part to ask what was wrong, but you shush him and instead push him down onto the bed. He complies, heat rushing to his face when he watches the way you sink to the ground. “Fuck, baby, get up. Don’t have to do that f’me.” He groans and you chuckle. “Let me help, baby.” You whisper. The nickname makes his hips buck up, and Yeonjun knows that he is beyond any point of savior. “Okay, shit, okay go ahead.” When you wrap your lips around his flushed tip, Yeonjun lets out an unrestrained moan, his fingers instinctively tangling in your hair. Your head bobs lower each time you come back up, tongue tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his base. Yeonjun lets you set the pace, relishing in the feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. “Right there, fuck, baby.” He whimpers when his tip brushes the back of your throat. Your fingers wrap around what you can’t quite take, gently pumping him every time you bob around his length. Yeonjun lets out soft whimpers, hips bucking downright greedily as he reaches the orgasm he had been craving all night. His fingers pull your hair back into a makeshift ponytail as you take him into your mouth fully, and he holds you there for what feels like forever when his seed finally spills down your throat.

“So good, that was so good.” He praises, letting go of your head when he hears the little gag you let out. Yeonjun relishes in the fucked out look you have on your face when you pull back. You stick your tongue out to show the remnants of his seed on your tongue before swallowing, a crooked grin on your face that makes his dick jump again. “Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me.” He groans, tilting his head back. “C’mere.” He murmurs, tugging you up from your knees and smashing his lips against yours, the taste of himself lingering on your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pushing you down onto the mattress and finding his position on top of you. “There we go,” He murmurs into your mouth. Yeonjun pulls your leg up to wrap around his waist without breaking the kiss, the tip of his cock nudging your slick folds without him having to do much.

“Please, let me, baby,” he whines, running his tip through your slick and just barely pushing in. “Yes, you can, fuck,” You whimper, nodding your head furiously. When he finally sinks into you, a groan leaves his lips, loud enough that the sound echoes off of the walls. The party still lives on in the background, but Yeonjun is unable to focus on anything other than the feeling of your walls wrapped so perfectly around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me. So fucking perfect, such a good girl,” He rambles, face nudged into the crook of your neck with. He starts delivering slow thrust, deep with each roll of his hips. The sound of your slick walls being pumped into is so lewd, and it makes his lips curl into a cocky grin. “Fuck, there we go, taking me so well,” he groans, snapping his hips against yours. His thrusts lack the softness he had been trying so desperately to maintain. They were harsh, each slap a reminder of him. You let out a high-pitched moan, the feeling of his tip bruising your cervix too much for you to handle. “Can’t take anymore, gonna cum, jjunie.” You whimper, and he groans lowly. “You’re gonna take it, not yet, baby.” He moans into the curve of your neck, delivering sharper thrusts that had your toes curling in the confines of your heels.

Yeonjun brought his hand to your lower thigh that was wrapped around his waist, folding it up so far your knee rested next to your shoulder and your angle dangled over his shoulder. The newfound position let him reach even deeper, brushing against the spot that had you seeing stars. “Fuck, I can’t, please, can’t hold it any longer.” You whine, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of your neck which he quickly lapped at. His tip bruised your gummy walls, each thrust more aggressive than the last. “That’s it, let go f’me,” he hummed against your skin, biting into your neck without remorse and effectively bringing you to your high. A pornographic moan echoes throughout the room following your orgasm, his hips still snapping against yours with precision. After a few more shallow thrusts, Yeonjun let out a groan, hesitantly pulling his cock away from your warmth and stroking himself from base to tip. His seed came in slow spurts, warm against your stomach and the fabric of your dress. “Did so good, you were so good, baby.” He moaned, pressing sloppy kisses to the crook of your neck before peppering your face. “Thought you didn’t like aftercare,” You murmured, a lazy grin on your face as he continued to press kisses to your skin. “You deserve it all.” He replies a little too softly for a man who just pounded you into the mattress. You chuckle at how soft he suddenly became, watching as he pulled back.

“Stay still,” He murmured, tucking himself back into his boxers and giving you a gentle pat on the inner thigh before disappearing into the bathroom connected to the bedroom you were in. After a few minutes and the sounds of some rustling, Yeonjun returned with a damp rag and the softest look you had seen from him. Gently, he wiped your skin, the warmth of the rag making you shiver. “That was.. nice.” He admits, wiping the remains of himself off of your dress before tossing the rag into a hamper in the corner of the room. “It was.” You hum, shifting your dress down and pulling your panties back into place. “Gonna give me your number now? Y’know, so we can stay in touch.” His voice is once again strained like he’s going against all of his rules with one sentence. You hum, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.

“What happened to not doing relationships?” You ask, and he shakes his head. “I’d be a dumbass to let you go after all of that.” Your lips curl up into a soft smile.

Yeonjun can’t believe one girl could change him with a sweet smile and possibly the best head he’d gotten.

@jeongspetal 4.13.26