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even during times like these, where you feel you might just rip someone's head off from the sheer frustration you feel, taehyun still manages to make your heart skip a beat; of course, you shouldn't ruin your fresh set, much less the one he paid for— he's holding your hand so gently, running his thumb across your knuckles as he examines your face marred with stress.

"what's wrong love?" his eyes flicker to the phone you're holding with an iron-clad grip, "did someone send you a weird message?"

at the reminder of your problem, your eyes flicker down to the comments section you've yet to click away from— and your eyes catch onto a certain comment that reads "guys… i found his @ >_<", unable to stop yourself from checking the replies that all beg and scream for taehyun's handle to be revealed— you think you feel your eye twitching as your gaze snaps back to your boyfriend.

you knew he looked incredible when you were filming those videos. it's why you posted them in the first place! his honey skin positively glowed under the sun, his eyes shining cutely and his dimple popping out when you had him follow along with your silly transitions— the tight tee he wore all day that outlined his body perfectly and revealed a bit of his stomach when he raised his arms was definitely eye catching, not to mention the small portion you included of you two jumping into the water, with him shirtless; muscles on display, his long necklace hanging behind his back as the picked you up before dumping the two of you in, turning around and flashing the camera a perfect shot of his broad back— fuck, your teeth are grinding together at the mere realization that there are other's who are drooling over him, even going as far as searching for his personal account…

taehyun is beginning to feel more concerned the longer you stare at him like you might just kill someone; what was meant to be a quiet unwinding before bed has turned into trying to defuse the ticking bomb you've become, your jaw clenching as your eyes begin to trail along taehyun's body— he gulps, watching the way your eyes trace over every last detail, your gaze darkening at what you see.

it all changes in the blink of an eye; you're tossing your phone on the bedside table, crossing your arms against your chest and slumping back into the pillows with a deep pout; though you pretend to watch the documentary taehyun put on, he can tell you're not taking in a single thing.

"baby," he's scooting close to you, sitting up on his forearm as he hovers over you, "what's wrong?"

you frown. "how's your instagram doing?"

"huh? it's fine," you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, and he raises a brow, "i had to private it. i was getting a bunch of random followers."

you slap your hands on your face, letting out a deep groan— fuck. you knew it!

"people are so fucking weird," you grit out, your mood worsening by the second— taehyun merely looms over you, his bright eyes clouding with worry, lips jutting out into a pout— he looks so cute, it's pissing you off. "drooling all over you as if your girlfriend isn't right fucking there."

taehyun tries hard to suppress the small smile that pulls at his lips— he really does— but it's impossible when he watches the way you melt deeper into the bed like a kicked puppy.

"is that what this is all about?" there's a teasing lilt in his voice that make you send him a sharp glare, "you gettin' jealous, baby?"

your frown deepens, and you sit up, "is this funny to you?"

"no, it's cute," he smiles up at you, "'cause now you know how i feel."

"no, no this— this is different," taehyun has failed to defuse you, but he doesn't seem to care much as he watches you rant with a fond glint in his eyes. "when people approach me, i tell them about you— i only think about you, tyun. but online, it's like— i can't control what these freaks are saying about you!"

you sneer, biting at your thumb nail again, "they know you're mine, but they don't care. they actually think they have a chance."

you're off in a world of your own— jealousy is rampant in your gaze that falls onto taehyun, shifting to straddle him while he lays back in bed, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

"you're all mine, right?"

"of course my love," he purrs out.

"it's just not fair," you pout, your hips gaining a mind of your own— you just can't help yourself. not when taehyun is staring up at you with those soft, hopeless eyes, shining with admiration as he presses his hips against yours. not when you can feel his thick length getting harder the more you rub your cunt against him, wearing nothing but his shirt and thin panties that begin to stick to your folds, "i can't stand the way they talk about you."

leaning down, you put your hands against taehyun's chest for support— a particularly firm press against his cock has his brows furrowing, groaning softly as he watches the way your hips more. "yeah? like— like what?"

"like they wanna eat you up," he's fully hard against you, and you're shifting so you can grind your clit against the tip of his cock, "like they see what i see."

"as if they could ever get your hands on you," scoffing, you're haste to pull your boyfriend's cock out, pushing your panties to the side and teasing his leaking tip along your entrance— his fingers dig into your hips, teeth gritting together at the way you leak onto him— your walls flutter at the sudden stretch as you sink down onto him, your sharp eyes taking in the way he falls apart beneath you.

pushing his shirt up, you're raking your nails down his chest just to watch the way a blushed trail of lines appear on his skin— his stomach clenches, flinching when you grip his waist and begin to move on his cock, bouncing your hips and picking up a harsh rhythm that fills the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin; the more you watch your boyfriend struggle to keep up with you, mouth falling open and pretty moans falling from his lips, the more you can feel yourself get worked up.

"y-y'know, i get so many comments on our posts together— saying we're not gonna last," you grit out, angling your hips so his cock can brush perfectly against your walls, clenching down on his thick length, "they act as if you'd actually— f..fucking leave me for them."

"i'd never," taehyun pants out, his eyes rolling back as you slam down on him, "i… only have eyes for you, baby."

"yeah?" you whine, thighs burning as you continue to bounce on your boyfriend's cock, your hips stuttering as he rubs circles on your clit, "i just— i want everyone to know you're n-not… not going anywhere…"

"want them to know i'm all yours?" he's sitting up, adjusting your position so he can meet you halfway, thrusting up into you— he's leaving haste kisses all along your neck, pushing up your shirt until he can kiss along your chest, sucking your nipples and swirling his tongue along the sensitive buds; you're nodding frantically, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull him closer, until your bodies are flush together.

he's trailing back up along your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive spots on your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline, his lips lingering there, "maybe i should just be your husband then?"

it feels like someone has sent an electric current up your spine— the word husband has you shivering, clenching down on taehyun as your fingers pull tighter at his hair; he moans at your reaction, nipping at your skin and thrusting up into you harder.

"f-fuck, please," you cry out, his lips continuing to suck and kiss at your neck, wandering back down to your breasts— you can feel the pleasure building up, threatening to crash at any moment, "want you to be— fuck!— mine, just mine!"

"i've always been yours," he murmurs against your skin, "and i can be yours forever."

"yes, yes, please—" your heart pounds at the mere thought: taehyun, yours. forever. "i'm gonna cum, fuck, tyunie, oh my god—"

you've lost control of your body, and taehyun is more than happy to step in, his grip on your waist bruising as he guides your body up and down his cock, slamming your hips all the way down to the base. when he feels your walls fluttering around him and your body tense, he reaches to rub tight circles on your clit, placing a soft kiss just under your ear.

"my cute little wife just feels so good, hmm?" the words roll off his tongue and are sweet like honey, your brain short circuiting as you nod, "cum on my cock, pretty."

your body is tuned to his every command, your climax hitting you full force— your cunt flutters around his length, the overwhelming pleasure making you scramble to hold onto something— instead, you drag your nails down taehyun's back, the points of your acrylics digging into his skin and drawing out a long groan from taehyun, setting off his own orgasm; he holds you down against him, rolling his hips up into you as the two of you ride it out, the room silent save for your pants and soft whimpers from the sensitivity.

his body is firm, warm against yours; you can feel his lips tracing along your skin, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline, his hands smoothing up and down your waist; you pull back to get a good look at him, his eyes fluttering up to meet your gaze and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"hey," you say softly, brushing back his bangs; he hums, leaning into your touch, "did you really mean what you said?"

"of course i did," his voice quiets, seemingly flustered— he avoids your gaze as he continues. "you're someone i want to spend the rest of my life with."

"i've thought of this before," he confesses, looking back up to find your dumbfounded expression, "have you?"

"i— i have," you breathe out, your pulse racing— there's this charged feeling the rest of the night as you begin to talk about it more seriously, in thorough details; you settle into taehyun's arms with a restless heart, the only thing racing in your mind being the prospect of truly having taehyun be all yours.

♡♡♡

the day after, you sulk when you check taehyun's account, finding his follower count has quadrupled— no, you tell yourself, it's fine, you shouldn't be so worked up over this. when you go to tap on his story upload by instinct, any insecurity and worry washes away instantly— lo and behold, taehyun has posted a picture of him on duty— but… when you take a closer look, you find the pendant of his chain hanging low on his back, brushing against familiar red lines that span along his honey skin, highlighted just enough by the setting sun. you feel like someone has knocked the air out from your lungs, texting your boyfriend— soon to be fiance— with frantic fingers.

get home now.

i need you.

your response comes back instantly.

yes ma'am.

be there soon.

taehyun is bursting through the door fifteen minutes later— by the time you're done with him, you've left marks from beneath his ear to his pelvis, a particularly deliberate mark left on his chest in the shape of a heart; he allows you to rest on top of him as he lays back, wincing whenever he shifts— when you pout and apologize for scratching him so hard, he shakes his head, brushing back your hair with a fond smile.

"don't be sorry, love," he murmurs, "y'gotta show everyone who i belong to, right?"

his words are enough to get you going again.

You’re as energetic and bubbly as ever as you exit the car, laughing with your friends as you fail to notice Taehyun’s heated stare; your friends however, are much quicker to catch him, sharing knowing looks amongst themselves and laughing softly. 

His face feels hot as he quickly looks back down, his gaze downcast as he goes to scroll on his phone as a distraction— like instinct, he opens Instagram, your newest story popping up on his feed as he finds himself gulping nervously. 

Beach day!! >v< the picture is captioned, your bright smile practically blinding as you pose with your friends— you practically steal the spotlight with ease however, especially when you’re wearing a pink halter top with a Hawaiian flower pattern that exposes your breasts perfectly, the dip allowing your gold necklaces to rest in between. 

God, Taehyun sighs, running a hand through his hair as he hears your bubbly laugh from a distance, it’s so difficult having such a hot girlfriend.

A hot girlfriend who’s practically an influencer, he adds, counting down the minutes before he has to go back on duty as he remembers how successful your social media page has become. You didn’t mean to do it on purpose— you simply wanted to document your life and style like any other person would— but it seems as though you attracted much more attention than you anticipated.

A few hundred thousand followers and plenty of sponsorships later, however, you quickly found yourself titled a true “queencard”— not that you wanted to be, anyway. 

You took your newfound “fame” with a grain of salt however, living your life as normal and continuing to document your lavish and busy lifestyle— in turn, Taehyun asked you to keep your relationship on the more private side. 

It wasn’t that Taehyun didn’t want to be seen with you; if anything, he adored showing you off, enjoying the way no one could take their eyes off you whenever you entered a room— off his girlfriend. He was very vocal about the love and pride he held for you, but he also preferred to keep his life away from the media. And like the angel you are, you accepted his wishes without any hesitation. 

Like Taehyun, you absolutely adored your partner; you were quite obsessed with him, honestly. If he’d let you, you’d fill your feed with him, your camera roll that was already filled with pictures of him begging to be posted as your mind told you that he could be an influencer as well— because who were you kidding, he’s so smoking hot. 

“Girl, you need to stop staring before you start drooling,” Chaewon says, helping Wonyoung unload the bags from the car as they begin to laugh and tease you. You simply whine at her comment, biting your lip before you force yourself to look away; how could someone look so attractive by just scrolling on their phone?

“I can’t help it,” you cry, taking a beach bag from Wonyoung in order to help, “he’s just sooo hot!” 

“And you let us know every time,” Wonyoung laughs, nudging your side as she gestures toward the beach before her, “don’t you at least wanna get closer?” 

Like an eager puppy, you nod, getting a head start as you walk down the steep path towards the beach; you can hear your friends yelling at you to be careful, but all you can currently think about is Taehyun— Taehyun and his rippling muscles, Taehyun and his tan skin that’ll be left exposed to the hot sun, Taehyun and his chain that you love to tug on when he’s on top of you…

Oh my god, you realize with dread, your thighs rubbing together as you stop to wait for your friends, I’m so horny right now. 

The curse of having such a hot boyfriend— you literally got soaking wet from the very thought of him. 

The last thing you would do is have your friends realize, however, much too embarrassed to let them in on your more intimate thoughts as you scan the beach, looking past the groups of people for a good spot to settle down; lucky for you, you find a spot between the lifeguard tower and a concessions stand. 

“Here here here!” You yell, running towards the spot without hesitation as your friends are forced to keep up; you ignore the feeling of the sand slipping into your sandal pumps, much more distracted by the fact that you’ll be able to see your boyfriend on duty. 

Taehyun, ever the innocent victim of your antics, remains clueless as to where you’re setting up at the moment; he sits at the tables on the other side of the concession stand, still scrolling through his phone as he counts down the minutes before he’s on duty once more— sighing, he looks up from his device, his eyes scanning the hill before him as he inevitably finds your car— he can’t help but frown once he sees that you’re no longer there. 

Where could you have run off to, he wonders, walking over to the headquarters in order to go back on rotation— he’s unable to stop thinking about you, already dreading how much of a distraction you’ll be to him as he makes his way over to his platform— only to stop, his breath stuttering as he sees the very sight he’s been dreading. (See: fantasizing.)

You’re wearing that same denim mini-skirt that always drives Taehyun crazy— actually, you’re not even wearing it anymore, his teeth sinking into his lip as he watches you strip innocently. The bikini bottom you wear matches your top, the same pink with the Hawaiian flower pattern; the shameful excuse of a bottom barely covers you, yet you don’t really seem to notice as you tie a sheer beach skirt around your hips. 

Dangerously, you pull your shirt over your head; and if Taehyun wasn’t flustered enough by your bottoms, the matching top definitely did the trick— how it barely managed to cover you almost impressed Taehyun, his mouth drying as he took note of the way you tied all the strings into cute little bows, adorning your hips and back as your friends complimented you over the cute set— puffing your chest out proudly, Taehyun swore he almost fell to his knees as he took note of the piercings that poked through the thin fabric. 

Oh god. He’s screwed. 

You and your friends are quick to set everything up; you’re eager to lay back against the towel as Wonyoung runs to the ocean, yelling at the two of you to go with her as she laughs with joy. 

“No thanks, I’ll stay here,” you say, getting comfortable as you stretch under the sun, the warmth making you smile as you reassure Chaewon, “Actually, I think the place over there has a mini bar— I might go get a drink.”

With one last goodbye and a yell along the lines of get me one, I’ll meet you there! Chaewon leaves, sand kicking up behind her as she begins to chase after Wonyoung; the two look beyond happy as they enter the water, the sight endearing as you finally get up. 

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun watches like a hawk; he couldn’t get his eyes off you even if he wanted to, the sway of your hips and the shining sun on your skin much too enticing as he watches you leave, bitterly taking note of the way the men nearby begin to drool over you. 

Taehyun isn’t an insecure person— he’s far from it, and he knows damn well that you’d choose him over any other man on this beach. But he’s also tempted to run after you, to claim you as his and show everyone just how much you like him— but he remains professional, feeling his ears turn red as he snaps out of his lewd fantasies.

You haven’t even talked to him, but he’s already feeling desperate for you. 

Being a lifeguard has its perks— today’s perk comes in the form of his tall seat, being able to get a good look at the whole beach, and you. More specifically, the way you cutely lean against the counter of the bar, pouting like always as you take a second to stare at the menu. 

“So…” you trail off, pursuing your lips before you’re smacking your lips, tapping your ID rhythmically against the wood as you feel the worker staring at you intently, “I’ll just have two margaritas. And a water. Please?” 

The worker before you is bright and quick to work as he nods, stumbling over his feet for a second before he’s making you your drink; you don’t think you’ve ever seen someone work so fast as he hands you your order, sliding over an ice cold water bottle as well.

“Thank you! How much do I owe you?” You exclaim, placing your purse over the counter as you begin to dig for your wallet; only for him to interrupt you, stuttering out a quiet Oh, wait, as you look up at him with innocent doe eyes, waiting for him to continue.

“It’s on the house,” he smiles, watching as you can only let your jaw drop at his words; unsure of what to do, you glance back at your order, left speechless as you take a second, only to look back up at the worker in surprise.

“Really?” You ask breathily, tilting your head as you lean in closer to read their name tag— Jay simply nods, smiling sweetly as they reassure you that you don’t need to pay, “Oh, you’re so sweet!” 

You’re laughing at the way Jay turns slightly red, surprised at his kind act as you ask one last time if it’s really okay— he reassures you once more, opening his mouth to say something before another customer is approaching, taking his attention as he reluctantly leaves your side. 

Taking a sip of your drink, you can’t help but feel the smile stuck on your face as Chaewon finally appears to join you; she’s soaking wet as she stands with you under the shade of the bar, thanking you with a cute smile as she takes the margarita you hand her. 

“How much? I’ll pay you back,” Chaewon says, gesturing at the drink before her as you simply shake your head in response. 

“No need. It was free!” You say, giggling at the way Chaewon looks at you incredulously.

“Free?” She echoes, watching as you only nod eagerly in response, “how?” 

“Dunno,” you say, licking at the rim that’s dusted with sugar, “that Jay guy was just really sweet!” 

“Or attracted to you,” Chaewon muses, nudging you playfully as she gives you a mischievous grin— she laughs as you shake your head defensively, painfully unaware of your pretty privilege as you fail to notice the way Jay glances back at you, clearly hoping to talk to you again.

“I got this for Wonyoung,” you say, gesturing to the cold water bottle that’s currently dripping over the counter, “gonna go give it to her, wanna come with?” 

Chaewon shakes her head, gesturing to her unfinished drink as she tells you to go ahead; watching you go ahead, she waits for you to get out of earshot, turning to the employee before she’s narrowing her eyes at him.

“Can I get a water please?” 

Without another glance, Jay nods— “That’ll be one-fifty.”

Barking out a laugh, Chaewon grins, proving her theory right as she watches Jay turn red from the realization that she caught on— being friends with you proved to come with more benefits than she realized, she thinks, biting back another smile as she goes to drink her margarita. Turning around, she watches you fondly— and more specifically, the way you begin to walk past the volleyball game that’s going on, making your way back to your setup as the men playing begin to take notice of you. 

“Hey baby,” a man calls out, drawing your attention as you simply hum politely in response, “Why don’t you come play with us?” 

You can only muster out a soft laugh at that, shaking your head as you ignore the way your body begins to heat up from all the attention; shyly, you refuse their offer, unsure of what to say as you feel their eyes taking you in slowly. 

“Oh, I’m not that good,” you say, shaking off their amused laughs as you hold Wonyoung’s water bottle close to you, feeling the perspiration drip onto your forearm, “I probably wouldn’t be very useful on your team.” 

Your response is genuine; you know you’re not good at volleyball after countless failed attempts to learn, much more content sitting on the sidelines and watching your perfect boyfriend absolutely dominate during his games— the thought is enough to have you fighting back a fond smile, brought back to reality by the way the man talking to you takes a step closer to you.

“ ‘s okay, I can teach you,” the man grins, spinning the volleyball expertly in his hands as his teammates nod in agreement. You’re unsure of how to refuse them now, but a sudden sharp whistle is taking all of your attention as your head whips to the source of the sound. 

You practically feel like an overexcited puppy as you spot Taehyun, on duty and scolding a group of teenagers for who-knows-what. Without another thought, you run over to him, leaving the group of men who can only call for you to wait— their words fall deaf on your ears as you feel your heart beating faster, calling out his name and watching as he finally spots you running over to him. 

“Hyun!” You say, waving cutely as you watch him smile fondly at you— you think your heart could burst as you practically jump into his arms, feeling him stumble back from the impact as you throw your arms around his neck fondly. 

“Taehyun!! Baby, hi!!” You say, bouncing on your feet as you pull away to pepper kisses on his cheek; all he can do is laugh as he falls victim to you, muttering a soft “okay, okay” as he pats your back fondly. 

“Baby, baby, I’m still working,” Taehyun reminds you, watching you pull away with a small oh right, that tumbles from your lips. His hands are still on your waist as his fingers trace over the fabric of your beach skirt, and you can’t help the way you burst into giggles as you take him in. 

“What, what’re you laughing at?” He asks, brows raising as he tilts his head curiously; you can only shake your head, wiping the bottom of your lip as you attempt to calm down. 

“My lip gloss is all over you,” you say, watching as he simply laughs at your comment, his dimple on display as he reaches up to rub at his cheek— it barely works, but he doesn’t seem to mind much as he finally lets go of you.

“Did you get yourself a drink, pretty?” He says, nodding his head at the water bottle you hold in your hands; you nod, smiling happily as you recount the events that happened in your head. 

“Yeah, the worker there is super sweet,” you gush, glancing back at where you see Chaewon still leaning against the counter, waving at you happily as you’re quick to return the gesture, “he gave me my drinks for free.”

“Did he now?” Taehyun asks, raising a brow at you as he watches you nod innocently. Glancing back at the shop, he sees Jay, who can only avert his eyes and hide from his sight. Looking back at you, his gaze softens as he takes in the way you practically glow under the sun, “that’s very nice of him.” 

Taehyun wishes nothing more than to be able to go back off duty and enjoy his time with you; instead, he needs to wait another four hours before he can properly show you just how happy he is to see you— unbeknownst to you of course, much too eager to be outside on such a nice day as you ramble about things with no clear end in sight. 

“I need to go back to work, baby,” Taehyun sighs, smiling at the way you begin to whine immediately, “I know, I know— I wish I wasn’t working today either.” 

Bringing you in closer, he places a soft kiss on the tip of your nose before he’s taking a step back, the dazed smile you send him enough to have his heart fluttering as he returns it without a thought.

“ ‘m just happy I get to see you.”

His words clearly affect you as you attempt to stutter a response, hitting him with a whine the moment he tries to laugh at you fondly— you can tell he’s reluctant to leave, but the same group of teenagers as before seem to be causing a ruckus once more as he sighs, bidding you goodbye before he’s off. 

You can only stand and stare with dismay, pouting as you watch him turn his back to you— his toned, broad back, with a waist so small you’d do anything to wrap your arms around it— or even better, your legs…

You groan as the same dangerous train of thought begins to hit you, your eyes squeezing shut as you force yourself to turn around— to walk straight to where Wonyoung lays without glancing back at your boyfriend, the task much harder than you’d think as you hear his sharp voice scolding the group of teenagers.

He sounds so hot, you think to yourself, wanting nothing more than to run away with your man and have him fuck you stupid behind the concession stand, oh my god, I want him so bad. 

“Wow, this thing is freezing,” Wonyoung says, taking the water bottle from your hands gratefully. Watching as you slump down next to her, Wonyoung pauses, trying to guess what might be wrong before she follows your line of sight.

“Ah,” she mutters, taking a long drink from her water before she sighs, “Are you sad you can’t talk to your boyfriend?”

“He’s being professionalll,” you groan, throwing a hand over your eyes as you lay back, the pout forming on your face second nature at this point, “I just wish he’d stay over here!” 

“It’d be a danger to the public if he just stopped doing his job,” Wonyoung reasons, watching the way you reluctantly agree with her, “plus, it was your idea to visit while he was on duty.”

“I didn’t think he’d look so fucking hot!” You admit, crossing your arms over your chest in defeat as Wonyoung simply laughs in amusement. Opening your eyes, you’re surprised to find Chaewon looming over you, a smile on her face as she takes her seat on her towel beside you. 

“You always think he looks hot. Also, the bartender over there totally wants you.” Chaewon pipes up, calling Wonyoungs name as she gestures to the water bottle in her hands before gesturing back to the mini-bar.

“Don’t tell me,” Wonyoung says, staring down at the item in her hand as Chaewon nods in confirmation, “wow, that’s pretty impressive.”

“It’s nothing, he was just being nice!” You refute, ever an airhead and your friends simply shake their heads in response, “It’s true!” 

“He didn’t bother looking back in my direction once you left,” Chaeryeong points out, glaring playfully at Wonyoung who laughs at her comment, “not to mention, those guys playing volleyball were literally drooling over you.”

“Wait, I saw that— I was kind of scared for a second,” Wonyoung admits, Chaewon nodding along as she confesses that she was about to jump in when you finally managed to escape, “you’re so lucky you managed to leave before things got weird.”

To be honest, you stopped listening around that last part— well, it’s not like you weren’t listening, it’s more like you weren’t really contributing to the conversation as you take notice of Taehyun, more specifically the way he’s playing with a child around the shallow end of the ocean, watching as he manages to make the child laugh, his eyes bright and fond as he takes good care of the toddler.

The sight practically has you melting, and you’re forced to bite your lip to suppress your smile— but then again, you’ve never really been good at hiding things— especially with the way you find your friends looking in the direction you are, the two of them sporting knowing smiles as they exchange a look. 

“Oh girl,” Wonyoung sighs, going to lay on her back as she puts on her sunglasses, “you’re drooling again.” 

Shit, you totally were. 

-♡-

The next three and a half hours pass by painfully slowly— for Taehyun, at least. 

It seems that you’re finally able to take your eyes off him after a period of adjustment, and he’s able to watch from his post as you enjoy yourself in the ocean, splashing around with your friends as the three of you have fun and remain carefree.

Carefree is probably one of the last words Taehyun would use to describe himself at the moment— it was a given that being a lifeguard was unpredictable and difficult, but being on duty while having his hot girlfriend that attracted attention like a magnet there with him was next-level. 

He couldn’t even begin to count the number of times someone managed to hit on you in the past hour— from what he saw, at least— it was ridiculous, really, even more so because you were never able to pick up on it. Ever. 

Taehyun couldn’t take his eyes off you for one second without a new person approaching you; he chalks it up to both your beauty and the fact that you’re one of the most approachable people Taehyun has ever met.

He’s never been happier to own sunglasses than today— or else you definitely would’ve caught him watching carefully as a random woman your age  offered to put sunscreen on you, your friends back in the ocean as you opted to take a moment to rest under the sun instead. 

“Your swimsuit is so cute,” she told you, her voice filled with a flirty lilt as it managed to travel to Taehyun’s ears; you had been as clueless as ever, holding your top up with your hands as you allowed her to untie your string and lotion your back— he tried to give this random stranger the benefit of the doubt, but it was really difficult to with the way she massaged you gently and leaned over to speak into your ear. 

“Are you single?” The implications of her words barely registered in your head before thoughts of Taehyun were overpowering your brain, a smile involuntarily tugging at your lips as you tried to hold back your giddy giggles in order to answer. 

“She’s not.”

You could feel the woman’s hands still on your shoulder as the two of you looked up, your smile only widening as your eyes met Taehyun’s— at least you think, he was currently wearing sunglasses. (Which he looked really hot in, of course. You think you would’ve jumped on him by now if it weren’t for the risk of you flashing the entire beach.)

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman behind you said, laughing nervously as she quickly went to stand; you couldn’t help but be confused by the way she hurriedly said goodbye to you, but all your questions were answered once you turned around to meet Taehyun’s irritated face, his brows pulled together in a frown as he let out a soft tsk. 

“Hyun, are you jealous?” The question is enough to have him snap out of his daze, blinking wildly behind his shades before he’s pushing them up and onto his head, pushing his wet hair back and exposing his forehead as he did; looking down at you, he can’t help but soften at the sight of you and your cute wide eyes, letting out a soft chuckle before he’s patting your head fondly. 

“No, I’m not.” 

You watch as he settles down behind you, taking the previous woman’s spot as he murmurs for you to turn around. You’re facing forward once more, taking in the pretty sight of the beach as you shift on your knees, sitting back on your legs as you wait for him to do something. 

“You looked pretty jealous,” you muse, looking down to watch as he takes the sunscreen bottle that was left at your side; the smell of the lotion fills your senses once more as you hear him open it, squeezing some on his palm as the sound of his airy laugh reaches your ears. 

“Well, it’s not exactly nice to watch another person feeling up my girl,” he reasons, watching as you straighten up at his comment, “why didn’t you ask your friends for help baby?” 

“Mmmh, they’re busy and she offered to help,” you confess, shivering at the feeling of the cold lotion against your shoulders, “and she was not feeling me up.” 

Unbeknownst to you, Taehyun can’t help but feel frustrated at your comment— your naivety made it difficult to make a point sometimes, and this was one of those moments as he was unable to stop the deep sigh that escaped him. 

“She wasn’t?” He asks, and you can’t help but gasp as you feel his touch become further; fingers digging into your flesh, massaging your shoulders tenderly as he leans in close to whisper into your ear, his hands roaming your body so slowly you think you might melt, “so what do you feel now that I’m doing it?” 

Horny. 

“I… I feel like I’m in the wrong,” you admit, stuttering softly as he begins to come back up to your shoulders, his dainty hands going past your collarbones and down your arms; slowly, he makes his way down, leaning forward as he does so until he’s pressed firmly against your back— his firm chest against your back, his hands reaching for your own as he interlocks his fingers with yours. 

You can feel his hair tickle against your neck as he presses a slow kiss against the back of your shoulder, biting your lip as you fight back the desperate whine that threatens to escape from you. 

“Glad you realize,” he laughs softly, letting go of you and sitting back as he takes a moment to inspect the beach; you can’t help the sadness that fills you as he begins to stand, only to pause as he notices your dejected state.

“Do you need any more help?” He asks slowly, watching as you nod happily before you’re laying down across the towel; he thinks he might lose his job as you look back at him, batting your eyes prettily as you send him a coy smile.

“Do the rest for me?” 

Taehyun hesitates. On one hand, it wasn’t very professional of him to lotion up his incredibly gorgeous girlfriend while on duty— not that the public was aware of the fact that you two were together, anyway— but on the other hand…

“How could I say no to you,” Taehyun sighs, kneeling at your side and taking the lotion bottle from you as he decides fuck it— he has half an hour left anyway. 

Your skin is warm to the touch; both of you are sighing in contentment the moment his hands meet your skin, massaging the lotion into the rest of your back as he tries to remain as professional as possible. 

You, on the other hand, are not doing that great. 

If there’s one thing that tests your self-control more than anything, it’s Taehyun— especially Taehyun that has his hands all over you, his touch firm and soothing as he begins to massage the back of your thighs— if he sees you squeeze them together, he doesn’t bother to let on, your mind fogging with horrible and lewd thoughts that would have your boyfriend red and flustered within seconds. 

The last of your resolve crumbles the moment his fingers ghost over your waist; dipping under the skimpy string of your bikini bottom, reaching toward the back before he begins to cop a feel— you can feel your breathing begin to pick up as he’s moving up, tickling against your sides before he’s reaching past your top; fingers massaging against the sides of your breasts, cupping what he can before he’s squeezing coyly. Flustered, you bury your head into your arms, listening to the way he laughs teasingly, his hands drifting away just as quickly as they appeared before he’s going to ask you if you’re alright teasingly. 

“I need you,” You whine, the words muffled against your arms as you dig your head deeper into your arms.

“Hmm?” 

This seems to be your last straw; sitting up, you scramble to keep your top on as you turn around to face Taehyun, taking him in in all his sun-kissed glory, sure that you look beyond flustered and destroyed by now. 

“Taehyun, I need you so bad,” you whine out, scooting closer to him as you watch his eyes widen with your unhinged rambling, “I’ve been trying to be good this whole time and distract myself, but it’s so fucking hard because I’ve been wet from just looking at you— Hyun baby, I’m so hmmf—!”

Taehyun is impressed by how easily you’re able to fluster him— he’s sure his ears are completely red as he presses his palm firmly against your mouth, taking in the way you look at him with wide, teary, and fucked out eyes. 

He takes a deep breath in order to control the dangerous feeling of desire that flows through him. 

Exhaling deeply, he takes a second to look at the clock posted by the headquarters— he feels his body relax with relief as he slowly pulls his hand away from you, giving you a warning look before he gestures at the time.

“Fifteen minutes,” he says, leaning in and muttering the words in his deep, glorious voice, “can you be good for me for another fifteen minutes?” 

You think you might die if you don’t take him right now. 

“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily, watching as Taehyun laughs at your pathetic state. 

“Good,” he says, standing up and getting ready to leave before another lifeguard realizes he’s been talking to you this whole time, “just wait for me, baby.” 

You’re a bit dejected as you watch him leave you, back to being his perfect and professional self as he spots abandoned swimming equipment from the rental shop; he can feel your heated gaze on him the entire time, forced to stifle a laugh as he glances back in your direction curiously— you’re shamelessly staring, a pout on your face as you carefully re-tie your top once more. 

Please, you think to yourself, choosing to lie back against your towel and clear out your thoughts, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a deep breath, please let these next fifteen minutes pass quickly. 

-♡-

Taehyun knows the exact second his fifteen minutes are up— only because you trot up to him like an excited puppy, your beach skirt flowing in the wind as you wave at him excitedly.

“Will you let me clock out at least?” Taehyun asks, letting out an amused laugh as you immediately attach yourself to his side; you give him a quick nod of your head in response, telling him to lead the way as you refuse to leave him anytime soon.

“Missed you so much,” you say, eyes sparkling as Taehyun can only throw his head back and laugh in bewilderment at your comment, “I’m serious! It’s hard to keep my hands off you, Hyunnie.”

“Don’t worry, I feel the same,” he hums, slowing his steps to place a gentle peck on your cheek, “Wait for me? I’ll only be a moment.”

Nodding happily, you tell him you’ll go get him a drink— you know he could use it, taking in his tired steps as he walks back to headquarters with a sigh— turning around, you spot your friends already at the bar, waving you over as you make your way to them happily. 

“He’s finally off?” Chaewon asks, watching as you nod with a bright smile on your face, “that’s good. You two can spend some time together now— especially now that the sun is beginning to set.”

“Not that you weren’t already,” Wonyoung teases, watching as you try to defend yourself with useless stutters as she continues to poke fun at you. 

“I— can I just get a water?” Giving up on trying to win the argument, you turn back to the same worker from earlier, watching as Jay jumps in surprise the moment your eyes meet his. 

“Oh, of course,” he mutters, placing the ice-cold refreshment before he clears his throat, face turning red as he avoids eye contact with you, “you don’t owe me anything, we’re closing soon and the register is already locked.”  

Letting out an embarrassed laugh, you can’t help but glance at your friends, feeling your face become hot as they send you sly looks; Jay seems to be just as flustered as you, bowing politely before turning around and resuming his closing tasks— biting your lip, you suppress another laugh, your friends already mouthing things along the lines of I told you so, as you simply push them playfully, looking around to see if Taehyun has come back yet. 

“This for me baby?” Taehyun’s hand is warm on your waist as he appears behind you, looking over your shoulder and smiling as you eagerly hand him the water bottle in return. 

He’s quick to drink, much thirstier than he realized as he practically begins to gulp it down; he can feel your stare on him the whole time, fighting back a smile as he closes his eyes in an attempt to ignore it. 

He looks like a model, you think, watching him fondly with hearts in your eyes; the day hasn’t looked nicer than it does now, the beach almost empty now that the sun has almost set and the weather growing cooler as the waves crash against the shore, the golden rays of the sun practically leave Taehyun glowing. Playfully, he pushes you away, unable to hold back his laugh any longer as he scolds you to stop staring! You can only laugh sheepishly as you try to deny doing so, but you know he’d never believed you from how clingy you’ve been with him all day. 

“You’re so sweet Jay,” Taehyun smiles, the said male practically jumping out of his skin at the mention of his name; turning around slowly, he laughs awkwardly, meeting eyes with Taehyun, who snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer as he tilts his head teasingly, “for not charging my girl. I appreciate it.” 

“Yeah, of course,” Jay stutters, eyes downcast as he feels his face burning from the attention, “figured it was for you, so I didn’t bother ringing it up.” 

Taehyun only hums in appreciation at the man’s comment, slightly irritated at the way he’s able to lie through his teeth so easily; turning away from him, he takes the chance to look at you, smiling fondly and leaning in for a chaste kiss that has you melting against him. 

“Gross. Get a room you two,” Chaewon scoffs, covering Wonyoung’s eyes playfully as the two tease you endlessly. 

“Gladly,” Taehyun smiles mischievously, rolling his eyes at the way your friends gag in response, pulling you against him as you steady yourself with a hand on his chest, “mind if I steal her away from you guys for a bit?” 

“Go ahead,” Chaewon says, waving the two of you away with ease, “bring her back in one piece, please.” 

I’ll try, is all Taehyun says, pulling you along and laughing at the way you eagerly follow along with one last goodbye to your friends, clueless to the way Taehyun’s jaw ticks with annoyance as he pulls you away from your friends— and right towards headquarters, making his way to the back of the building, secluded by trees and the hill you came from.

“Tae, what’re we doing here—?” Your sentence is briefly cut off with Taehyun’s mouth against yours, the kiss harsh and desperate as you quickly become a mess of spit, moaning weakly against Taehyun’s mouth as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. 

The string of saliva that connects you two as he pulls away has you whining breathily, steadying yourself with two hands placed firmly on his shoulders as you allow him to corner you, walking backward as his firm hold on your hips forces you to be pressed against the wall. 

“You drive me so fucking crazy,” he growls in frustration, attaching his lips right under your ear as he begins to suck— you’re gasping in response, clinging onto him desperately as you already feel your knees become weak. Pulling away from you, his dark gaze meets yours, heated and sharp as he takes in your fucked out state. 

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to have my pretty girl get flirted with by everyone that lays their eyes on her?” He asks, shifting your hips towards him as he slots his thigh between yours with ease, “to just watch it happen because she’s too much of an airhead to realize what’s happening in front of her?” 

The whimper that escapes you from his words is downright embarrassing; but it’s enough to have Taehyun’s lips back on yours, eager to keep you quiet as his fingers begin to play with the strings of your bikini.

If there’s one thing Taehyun is an expert at, it’s pleasing you with every part of his body— which is exactly why he’s able to have you turn into a mess under him in seconds, flexing his thigh and bouncing it as his strong hands force your hips down on him more; he’s controlling your every movement, his grip on you bruising as you wonder if it’ll leave a mark on you later.

“You’re already wet,” Taehyun muses, feeling the way you claw at him uselessly, throwing your head back against the wall as you try to set the pace yourself, only to fail miserably, “barely took anything and you’re already dripping all over me.”  

The pleasure becomes overwhelming as Taehyun begins to litter kisses all over you, biting at you softly as he slowly begins to make his way down to your breasts; with a breathy moan, you jut out your chest, the sight making Taehyun let out an airy laugh as his eyes flicker back up to your face to watch your expression carefully. 

“Such pretty tits,” Taehyun grins, kissing on top of the fabric as he watches your eyes flutter shut, his eyes flickering back down to the metal that pushes against the thin top, “which ones are you wearing today baby?”

“The ones you got me,” you reply, biting your lip as you open your eyes, clouded with lust as you grind a little harder against Taehyun’s thigh, “the heart ones.” 

His warm mouth against your breast is enough to have you letting out a sigh of contentment; a hand immediately threads itself in his hair as you feel his tongue laving over your nipple through the fabric, tracing the jewelry carefully as you jut your chest out to him in response. His hand comes up to slip itself under the fabric of your swimsuit, grabbing your breast and squeezing teasingly before he begins to circle your other nipple. 

You feel dizzy, his touch practically everywhere as your eyes flutter shut, trying your best to keep your noises to a minimum as you bite your lip— but it’s useless, especially with the way he’s practically on you, his warm body on yours as you’re able to feel his erection against you. 

Whining hopelessly, you let go of his hair, allowing your hand to trail down as you get a good feel of his body— his strong muscles, his abs that flex in anticipation as you begin pawing at his swim shorts.

“Please please please,” you cry, slipping a hand past the barriers and stroking his dick slowly, your hips picking up the pace as you hear him groan lowly into your ear, “please fuck me Hyun, I need you so bad and I’ve been waiting so patiently for you…”  

“Have you?” Taehyun asks, relishing in the way your hand struggles to keep a pace, shivering slightly at the way you tighten your grip on him for a second, “because all seen today is the way my little attention whore of a girlfriend can’t survive if my eyes aren’t on her for a second.”

“Did you have fun seeing the way everyone else drooled over you?” He asks, pulling your hand away from him harshly before he’s stepping in between your legs, hooking one of them around his waist before he begins to grind against you, “did you like seeing me jealous, sweet thing?”

“I didn’t mean to,” you gasp, feeling him prod against your entrance as he unties your beach skirt with deft fingers, the cloth fluttering to the ground as he begins to grind against you harder, “I didn’t know—!”

“Oh, you didn’t know?” He mocks, taking pity on you for a second before his gaze is hardening again, “you never know, dumb little thing.”

It’s almost shameful how hard your pussy clenches at his words; you’ve made a mess of your bottom as Taehyun groans, eyes catching the way you’ve left a damp spot already. 

“God, you really can’t control yourself, hmm?” He asks, cooing at you softly as he takes in the way you’ve already begun to tear up. The sound of distant voices has him pausing, and you feel as though you’re afraid to breathe as your wide eyes meet Taehyun’s.

“Did Taehyun leave already?” The voice is immediately recognizable as Taehyun narrows his eyes, listening to Yeonjun, one of the other lifeguards on rotation today, talk to someone else. 

“Yeah… he left a few minutes ago,” Jay responds, and you can’t help but raise a brow as Taehyun takes a step away from you, about to mouth what are you doing? before he’s sinking to his knees before you, throwing a leg over his shoulder as you can only watch helplessly.

“With that one girl?” Yeonjun asks, your eyes widening as you glance over in the direction the sound comes from; you’re quickly brought to the man in front of you as he begins to litter kisses all over your inner thigh, biting the skin softly as he murmurs eyes on me. Shakily, you nod, letting out a shaky breath as the conversation from the two filters back to you two once more.

“Yeah, you saw her?” Jay says— Taehyun’s nimble fingers are undoing the ties of your bottoms with such ease that you can’t help but gasp as the fabric slips off, your pussy left for display as your boyfriend takes in how needy you are with a satisfied smile.

Taehyun’s tongue is warm and teasing as he circles it over your clit, letting his spit coat you freely before he’s pressing firm kisses against your bud— you're forced to slap a hand over your mouth as he begins to suck on it, his tongue running over the sensitive bud as you feel your thighs shaking around his head; his hair is wet and ticklish as it touches the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, and you’re forced to concentrate in order to not let an embarrassing sound slip from your lips.

“Man, of course I did— she was fucking hot,” Yeonjun’s confession is enough to have Taehyun working harder, fingers prodding at your entrance and eagerly stretching you out as you choke back on a moan— in any other situation, you would be loud enough that Taehyun would have to stop to tease you about it, but the thought of either of them hearing you was much too mortifying as Taehyun began to slowly pump his fingers.

Your body said otherwise, however.

“I saw you give her those drinks for free,” Yeonjun teased, and you listened to the way Jay simply groaned at the reminder; you, on the other hand, were forced to remain quiet, your eyes rolling to the back of your head the moment Taehyun added a third finger, picking up his pace and bringing you closer to your high as you began to rock your hips against his face subconsciously, feeling his tongue beginning to wander as it licked all over your pussy— curling his fingers, you sighed, feeling the way he flattened his tongue against your clit before he began to pump his fingers once more. 

“I thought I’d try to make a move on her or something,” Jay confesses, the embarrassed tone to his voice not lost on you as you feel yourself grow hot— your hand presses harder against your mouth as you reach down to thread your fingers through Taehyun’s hair, pulling him closer against your pussy as you subtly try to communicate that you’re close; he seems to get the hint as he does his best to keep his ministrations up, your eyes squeezing shut as their conversation continues to flow into your ears. 

“But that was before I knew she was his girl,” Jay says, sighing as Yeonjun replies with an incredulous seriously? “Yeah, you should’ve seen the way he looked at me when he caught on, man. I was scared for my life.”

You’re sure you know how Taehyun was looking at him— at least, if it’s any resemblance to the way he looks at you now, his eyes filled with pure possessiveness and anger that it has you coming undone in seconds, a weak moan escaping through your hand as you squeeze your eyes shut. Taehyun helps you ride out your orgasm diligently, the lewd sounds of his tongue cleaning you up making you flustered as you cover your face in embarrassment. 

He’s sucking teasing marks all over your inner thighs once more before he’s standing back up, prying your fingers apart gently as he whispers for you to look at him; your eyes are needy as you blink up at him, and Taehyun swears you’ve never looked more beautiful as you practically glow before him, his eyes darkening at the reminder that you’re all his— his coworkers could only dream of getting close to you, let alone having you in the position he does now. 

“My pretty girl,” he sighs out, smiling at the way you throw your arms over his shoulders, bringing him in closer until you’re pulling him in for a tender kiss— it doesn’t last long however, your breathy whines making Taehyun press against your cunt once more, feeling how much wetter it’s gotten as he begins to kiss you senseless.

“My girl,” he repeats, pulling away to trail his kisses down to your neck, beginning to suck carelessly as he feels you reach down to pull his cock out, “all mine. Mine.”

His sudden possessiveness is new to you as you can only remain pliant under him, allowing him to do whatever he wants with you as he finally aligns himself at your entrance; biting your lip, you bury your head in the crook of Taehyun’s neck, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel him tease you— rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit, feeling the way you clench around nothing as he grinds against you subtly— it’s enough to have you digging your nails into him, whining into his ear that you need more as you feel his tip begin to nudge at your clit; you think you might lose it as you feel his precum drip all over your cunt, your hips shifting toward him involuntarily to try and chase the feeling. 

Your mouth is falling open the moment he’s entering you; stretching you out, sliding in inch by inch as he feels your pussy fluttering around him uncontrollably— he can feel the way you’re gasping against his skin, and he’s hooking your leg over his waist once more as he presses you firmly against the wall of the building. 

You’re shaking like a leaf against him; whining for more, biting and kissing at his skin absentmindedly as you grind against him, your cunt dripping and sucking him in as the thought of keeping quiet slowly escapes your mind.

It’s enough to have Taehyun tugging you back, pulling on your hair teasingly before he’s planting his hand firmly over your mouth— his eyes never leave yours, the conversation of the two men nearby muddled in your ears as Taehyun begins to move. 

It’s slow at first, the grind of his hips against yours allowing his cock to hit deep into you, the wet sounds of your cunt around him making you feel slightly shy before the thought is completely thrown out the window— you could care less of what’s happening around you as he begins to thrust roughly against you, your body rocking from the motion and your eyes threatening to flutter shut as you feel his cock hit against your sweet spot; but you refrain from doing so, much more entranced by his gaze as he slowly begins to pick up the pace, the sounds that come from you getting more difficult to muffle as you feel yourself getting overwhelmed by the pleasure.

The reminder that there are two people that could hear you has you looking over to where they stand, feeling your heartbeat pick up from the anxiety as you eye that direction carefully— you’re quickly snapped back to reality the moment Taehyun is jerking your head back to him gently, tightening his hold on you as his gaze darkens.

“Eyes on me,” he whispers, rolling his hips just the way you like as though to make a point.

Eyes on him. Eyes only on him, you think, struggling to think anything coherent as his hand reaches up to pull your breasts out from your top, the flesh spilling out and beginning to bounce freely from the way Taehyun is fucking you— the heart jewelry that adorns your nipples shine at him, the sight making your boyfriend let out a weak moan as you feel him twitch inside you. 

“So lucky to have you,” Taehyun sighs, reaching over to your other leg as he briefly lets go of your mouth— not before taking one of your hands and placing it over your mouth, pressing his hand firmly over your own as he gives you a stern look— and he hoists you up, leaving you completely at his mercy as he begins to bounce you on his cock, the feeling making you slap your other hand over your mouth as you eyes roll back from the pleasure.

“Stupid little airhead, only has eyes for me,” he rambles, laughing quietly to himself before it breaks out into another moan— he’s practically driving you into the wall behind you as he fucks into you roughly, able to set a much faster pace as he watches your tits bounce in his face lewdly, “god, so glad to have you all to myself— you’re perfect, cute little pussy was made for me.”

You clench down on him at that, feeling as though you’re going crazy from the pleasure— that, and the way your boyfriend looks, feeling your nails dig into your cheeks as you take in his messy, wet hair, his tan skin and muscles that flex from using his strength on you, and his face that’s contorted with pleasure as his lips become bruised with how much he’s biting on them— in an effort to keep himself quiet, he hovers over you, placing his head directly next to yours so he can moan and whisper to you freely. 

“Wanna cum?” He asks, feeling the way you’re beginning to clench uncontrollably; frantically, you nod, tears beginning to pool in your eyes as you look at him with pure desperation in your eyes.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he grins, knowing that you’re too fucked to even speak correctly, “mine, and only mine.” 

You’re trying to choke back on your sounds as you wonder if doing that is even possible— then he slows down, grinding into you and burying his cock as deep as possible as it begins to kiss your cervix— coyly, he leans down, his hair tickling your collarbone as he wraps his mouth around your breast; circling your nipple with his tongue lewdly, covering it in his spit and tracing over the heart-piercing before he’s blowing air on it— you’re shaking from the feeling of him, unsure of how you’ll do what he asks without blowing your cover completely. 

“Hyun…” you whine out quietly for him, sniffling as he slows down his pace, almost stilling inside you as he watches fat tears run down your cheeks with cruel eyes, “Hyun, I’m only yours— I only want you, no one else, promise I only think of you, love you so much…”

The way you’re hiccuping from the effort to choke back on your sounds has Taehyun groaning, taking a deep breath in order not to come before he’s pressing his lips firmly against yours— then he’s resuming his pace, watching as you quickly quiet yourself as your body bounces from how hard he’s fucking you. 

It’s too much— you’re falling apart the moment he’s bringing a hand over to circle your clit, supporting you against the wall and holding you up with his other arm as he watches you fall apart, his mouth opening in a silent moan as you tighten around him, pleading breathily for him to cum inside as you do so. 

“Yeah? Want me to fill you up?” He asks, riding out your orgasm as he buries his head into your neck, “have you dripping with my cum while other people try to flirt with you? Give you a little reminder of who you belong to, fuck…”

With one last harsh thrust, he buries himself deep in you, finally coming undone and filling you up with his hot cum as you moan against your hand— the harsh bite he leaves on the juncture of your neck has you whimpering weakly, hands becoming limp and falling against his chest as he presses the rest of his body against you, holding you up as the two of you pant and try to regain your composure. 

“You’re too good to me,” Taehyun finally sighs out, placing soothing kisses over the place he bit you, listening to the way you laugh softly in response. You’re throwing your arms over his neck as one of them moves to his nape, pulling him away from your neck and bringing him in for a sweet kiss— you’re reluctant to part as you speak, unable to hold back from pecking him between your words as you do so. 

“You’re too good for me,” you say, pausing to give him a kiss, irresistible as always as he laughs breathily at your words, “you’re always putting up with me.” 

“Not your fault you’re irresistible,” Taehyun smiles, watching as you grow shy under his comment despite the fact that he’s still bottomed out inside you, “I still love showing you off.”

“I wanna show you off too, you know,” you pout, hitting his chest gently before you’re pausing, biting your lip uncertainly as you tilt your head, “if you’re okay with that.”

Taehyun realizes quickly what you’re referring to, unable to stop the fond laugh that escapes him as he takes a second to think.

“Sure. I’d like that.” 

It takes a second of you celebrating cheerfully to finally sober up and ask Taehyun to put you down— your legs are wobbly as you feel your face grow hot, his cum immediately leaking out of you as you whine in embarrassment for him to not stare— he can only shake his head in amusement at your antics, helping you clean up with the only thing he’s able to find at the moment. 

“Wait, that’s my favorite beach skirt,” you whine, not putting up much of a fight as Taehyun kneels before you, your leg thrown over his shoulder as he cleans you up, placing gentle kisses along your inner thighs as he does so. 

“I can wash it,” he replies, unable to hide his grimace as he tucks it away in his pocket; the sight is enough to have you giggling, readjusting your swimsuit and fixing your appearance before you’re hiding behind Taehyun, asking him if his coworkers are gone yet.

“The coast is clear,” he hums, scanning the nearly empty beach as he spots your friends sitting by the ocean, chatting idly amongst themselves.

“You don’t think they heard us, right?” You ask, blinking at him innocently as the belief that you did a good job keeping quiet runs through your head— the sight is enough to have Taehyun soften, letting out a sigh before he’s nodding his head.

“Yeah. You were so good for me.”

Taehyun knows better, though— but he doesn’t really mind, because now he knows that he won’t have to worry about either coworker flirting with you the next time you come to the beach. 

Yeonjun

Standard. Likes you on your back holding onto your hips gently, drinking you in like a starved man. Will wrap his arms around your hips if you try to scoot away, you aren't done until he says so.

Soobin

He definitely wants you to sit on his face, no hovering allowed. Will beg to taste you already lying back on the bed so you can at least sit comfortably. He has definitely finished untouched from eating you out before also.

Beomgyu

I feel like he's pretty open but my brain goes instantly to him on his knees licking up at you while you stand above him gripping his hair leading him in. Will whimper into your cunt while he eats you out jerking himself off in the process.

Taehyun

I also believe Taehyun prefers you on your back. Wrapping your legs around his head, tongue prodding at your entrance while he toys with your clit with his fingers.

Kai

Hear me out… From the back… he loves bending you over, sucking on your clit while his nose presses against your entrance. Smacking your ass softly if you try to pull away.

A/n: I got bored I won't lie….. So I wrote this instead of my wips. Maybe I will make longer one-shots of this if people like any of these!

“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.