༉‧₊˚.Emme ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [Broken Love- Gemini]

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏   "I don't want your love, All we did was fuck"

Would you say that you and Taehyun are close? Ehh…Relatively not.

Like acids and bases, you’re complete polar opposites— he lives his twenties partying with girls he doesn’t know the names of, slung under his arm as he chugs strong alcohols far too bitter for your taste like water. While you work with them in white lab coats, stanching of leftover chlorine, the most fun aspect of your week is squeezing the pipette’s solvent in perfect blobs onto small dimple trays. Yet whenever the two of you are gathered in a room, there’s an undisturbed and unspoken agreement of mutual neutrality towards each other. No opinions, like or dislike, just getting used to each other’s presence, considering there’s a middleman in between.

That being said, Yeonjun came in clutch to share the rent with you once your bills skyrocketed after your old roommate moved in with her boyfriend without your notice. And even if he has no awareness of how disruptive he is, shouting at the top of his lungs whenever he’s invited Taehyun over to game, you can’t exactly kick him and his friend out when he’s really doing you a favour by being there. Neither are you brave enough to complain and stand up to him despite the friendly front Yeonjun has.

On a positive note, the frequent dropping in and out and hogging the couch has become tolerable. You’re not on the deep and heartfelt conversations level with him at all, just regular small talk about your week like mutual friends would. Although most of your short talks together end up slandering your roommate in one way or another. But there’s no longer a need for you to walk around pins and needles whenever you’re making a trek to the kitchen for a glass of water during your study break, because Taehyun’s always catching you out on it and beckoning you to join him and Yeonjun, which isn’t so bad you guess, aside from the alcohol reeking from their breath.

Really, it’s more of a chance for you to spectate on them and their conversations that are also 70% of the time jargon you can’t really understand. Their friends and ex-girlfriends somehow would though. And you hate to belittle yourself as ‘utterly boring’ even if you can’t laugh along with the duo whenever a joke is made, solely because you don’t understand those buzz words they jeer at.

Including right now as Yeonjun slumps into the couch, scrolling on his phone while Taehyun drapes his legs over him, arms crossed and leaning his head against the armrest which you happened to sit under cross-legged now that two men have invaded your space.

“She told her friends she could barely feel it.” Taehyun scoffs at the recall right as he lightly kicks the older male for not paying attention, attempting to revive the conversation by delving into another ramble about his best friend’s ex.

"That's all crap. She’s upset I came on her lash extensions! I don’t need to flash her whole friend group to prove I don’t have a micro—”

Yeonjun is interrupted by his own yelp in pain, his arms clutching to his stomach in agony before sending an equally harsh kick back to Taehyun.

“Save it for later, she’s here.” You may be oblivious, but you’re not downright stupid, and so you’re immediately swinging your head back to questioningly stare at them with the remote pausing the show, blasting on the tv merely for decoration. “What’s wrong with me being here?”

“Just guy talk—”

“Relax dude, it’s only conkers and chemistry in her head.” Yeonjun stifles a laugh watching you bead your eyes at him, having heard the same thing over and over again to the point you’ve given up arguing.

Huffing, you slump and dig your chin into your chest. “Maybe if you tell me I can actually learn.” Your hand reaches over to grab a fistful of chips out of the bag snug in his hands, messily shoving them into your mouth in annoyance. “If I told you what they meant, your little pure-white bloomers would go flying.”

“So, did you prone bone her? We were all betting on it as you left.” Taehyun leans in for the remote in your palms, hoping to change the channel which you hand to him without issue.

Yet the switch of the tv channel to some football match doesn’t break your train of thought. “What’s a prone bone?” Curiosity left your unzipped lips like some fool before you could hold it back. And Taehyun wastes no time in directing a quirked brow and scoff in disbelief as he quickly straightens up more enthusiastic than he ever has been since he arrived at the doorstep.

“You don’t know what prone boning someone is?”

“Dude I’m telling you she’s like the ultimate virgin! She’s not going to know any of it!!” The snacking of chips from your roommate’s mouth disorganises your mind even further, too focused on the chewed pieces spitting out of it as he speaks to even realise Taehyun was leaning dangerously close over you.

“What about giving head?”

You jolt at the amplified voice inching in from behind, shaking your head no with brows knitted in concentration digging through your memory for some sort of definition.

“—Ever fingered yourself?”

“F-fingered?—” You shake your head once more, holding up your fingers to your face in confusion and looking back up at his stumped expression that Yeonjun doesn’t reciprocate. He’s well-versed in what you do and don’t know especially when the noise complaint you filed in was actually him and the girl from his weekend job having rough sex in his room.

“Hey nerd,” Yeonjun chimes in before Taehyun could ask any further questions, his phone camera directed towards your face, “you like doggy don’t ya?”

Your eyes light up from finally being able to understand a full sentence over the last 10 minutes of conversation you couldn’t decipher, eagerly nodding with your head.

“Uh yeah!—who doesn’t? I used to have a Beagle when I was younger I told you about this.”

The smile on your face nervously contorts into confusion upon the combined synchronisation of raucous laughter channelling through both men. A funny enough joke you’ve made, and once again don’t get the punchline behind, causing them to slap at their knees with tears brimming in their eyes.

The replay of your confident yeah! plays on loop from his phone, the audio slightly crackling from the numerous times he’s dropped it onto the floor from an ungenerous altitude. “Whaat?! Does my voice sound off today or something?”

After a solid minute or two of crying-laughing and poking fun at none other than you Taehyun finally calms himself down to a state where he can form coherent enough words to answer your question.

“So not only are you a Chem major who drinks apple juice when everyone’s taking shots, but you don’t know anything about sex too? Holy shit…you fit the Trinity of Virgins’ theory exactly—”

“The trinity of what? I-I know what sex is I’m not stupid!”

“Hold on now—” Yeonjun sits up from his slump that’s left an imprint in the back rest, an accusing finger struck towards your face to make a point the entire living room enters silence waiting for, “You thought I was a stem major or something because you mistook my pocket pussy for some sort of model. That’s when it clicked you’ve never been dicked down in your life.”

Mortified at the memory you scramble from your feet to cover Yeonjun’s mouth before he could spill anything about you placing it on his desk like the atomic model on yours, stolen off his bed and displayed next to his keyboard to paint him like a complete incel.

“Why would you even have that in the first place!??” You groan thinking about how you touched the used silicone without thinking, still muffling his mouth with your palm so that Yeonjun has no chance to defend himself. Aside from the male on the opposite end of the couch to do it for him.

“How else is he gonna get off? No one wants to fuck him and his microdick.” Taehyun leaves his spot on the couch just in time to save himself from the ear of his friend’s bickering, the vulgar language too much at once for you to process before he slips himself into Yeonjun’s room— usually the indicator he’s staying the night again.

The room enters much-needed silence until Yeonjun loads his Netflix account onto the screen, absent-mindedly scrolling down to watch the same episode of Suits for the tenth time while you fiddle with your shirt. “Did I say something to upset him?”

Your roommate slumps back onto the couch, caught in the middle of a yawn as his eyes start to flutter shut with fatigue.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he just has a thing for virgins.”

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [One Of The Girls - the weeknd, jennie, lrd]

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ͏ ͏         "We don't gotta be in love, no"

It’s been bothering you since everyone headed back to their respective rooms once the clock struck 12, still stirred awake thinking over their words— his words.

You’ve reached your twenties too focused on working towards your future to even consider building up your social circle which is now limited to two girls from your chemistry lectures and Yeonjun, maybe Taehyun if you’re stretching it. It's the direct result of your strict abstinence from parties you missed out on to type up your kinetics research, not due until two weeks later, and you’re currently regretting it all by just a little bit.

So what if you’ve never had sex before? There are plenty of opportunities later on to give it a shot even if the idea of anything inside of you isn’t so pleasant. You’ve never felt the need to rush anything in the first place!

Oh but his questions stick in your head annoyingly, pestering you awake and not leaving your mind even with your head sandwiched between your pillows to drown out the mental echoes of them laughing. The Trinity of Virgins…even just saying it leaves a bad aftertaste on your tongue.

You never thought you were behind others your age in life, but for once you’re starting to feel out of the scene. After all, you don’t want to be holed up as a virgin forever— perhaps if you tried to sleep with someone you’d finally understand all the jokes you’ve missed out on awkwardly.

But where do you begin? And who wants to have sex with a virgin who only thinks of Avogadro’s constant and moles all of the time? Your hair bunches up within your palm as you rise from your bed in frustration, a hand feeling around the stand of your nightlamp for your thickly framed glasses taped together at its hinges to stop it from collapsing altogether.

But luck has never been on your side, a fatal blow to your knees with a thump from tripping over textbooks on the floor you forgot to organise, lifting yourself headfirst from the ground in a grunt. “Ugh…It doesn’t even matter gosh!” Swiping along your lockscreen with squinted eyes adjusting to the blare of blue light you’re caught off guard by the instant notification— that pops up on top of your calendar reminders to attend the chemistry fair at nine today; something you’re considering missing out for once because you haven’t slept a wink since midnight.

Taehyun: Can you keep it down? Trying to sleep. Ty

Right, he’s available too.

Even if it is a stupidly irrational thought on your end.

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [Get You Better- D.D.Angelo]

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏   "fuckin' all the time is wrong when you're not mine baby"

It’s comedic how you hurry to make yourself somewhat presentable at 2 in the morning despite anyone in their right mind being too tired to notice your shorts were on the wrong way ‘round and your shirt managed to get toothpaste stains on it. An effort has to be made at least because it’s not Yeonjun who’s behind those bedroom doors— he’s out like a light on the couch he’s dribbling all over through grumbled snores— but Taehyun who you nervously wait for to let you into his room after a series of frantic knocks.

“I don’t think my text asked you to come over.” His door creaks open wider upon seeing you nervously shifting your weight onto alternating feet, his hair slightly lifting on its ends from being flattened under his pillow and…and he’s completely naked. Apart from his grey boxers you’re fighting your mental capacity to not stare at it out of instinct. But it’s even harder to make eye contact with him when he’s openly showing off the built muscle running down his abdomen and how his biceps look slightly bigger than they usually do because a shirt doesn’t serve him justice at all. “Want me to put on something?”

“A-ah no! I mean yes but I— it’s just—”

“Just?” Taehyun flickers his gaze from your darting eyes to the loose shirt he can slightly see down where the curve of your tits rests, his stance straightening to get a better view when you interrupt him from doing so.

“What about me makes it obvious I’m a virgin?!”

He can’t give you a short and simple answer without being fearful that you’ll break out into tears if he had told you truthfully that a dead giveaway was the periodic table on your lockscreen, widening the door in a gesture for you to enter seeing the way your hands rubbed at your arms in a shiver.

You swerve and topple over piles of clothing discarded over the floor of Yeonjun’s bedroom, messy yet somehow tidier than it usually is— a small detail that you notice after shuffling yourself to the edge of the bed to create some sensible distance between a man and a woman meeting in a bedroom at early morning.

“How can I tell you’re a virgin? Look how you’re sitting 10 metres away from me,” A pair of sweats is lazily rolled up his legs with the strings dangling loose as the bed dips under his weight where your feet are hugged to your knees, “Tell me, do you get nervous when I’m close to you?”

The sudden lean in towards you steals the shaky exhale of breath held back in your throat as he turns his head towards the dip of your shoulders to move closer. The natural scent to him is much stronger at this barely-distant distance than when all three of you are squeezed up on the couch, shoulders and legs bumped and squashed against one another.

“N-no…it’s just a bit close that’s all.” His whispers are ticklish against your skin as hot breath concentrates itself along your ear.

Too close to what you’re used to, the primal instinct to run away kicks in to your racing heart while your hands defy it, gripping onto the bedsheets to stop yourself from chickening out the moment he eases in closer with his lips brushing past your neck.

“You’re lying straight to my face for someone whose breath hitches the second I get close,” Taehyun withdraws himself back towards the headrest of Yeonjun’s bed, a knee kicked up as he snaps his fingers to gather your attention.

Then once he has it he slowly drags his hand towards one of the drawstrings and twirls it around his finger. Your throat runs dry as you watch him let go of his grip, slide his palm down towards the stitch of his crotch in his sweats, and squeeze around the hump gently before you look away too soon to catch onto anything else.

“I can’t look at…that!” You stress the last few syllables of your sentence starting to feel shy once reality sets in that you’re in fact sitting on the same bed watching him— you’re watching a guy you’re barely close with touch himself like it’s nothing!

“Exactly, I’ll put it into little science-y words for you alright? All virgins follow the same formula— don’t know anything about sex, complain about it, and the moment they’re given the opportunity to be fucked they shy away. Am I wrong?”

Fiddling with the hem of your shorts you bite down on your lip contemplating this ‘virgin formula' you correlate with word for word; dread washing over you in large volumes of crashing waves as you whine at the accuracy.

“So is there not a formula to fix it? O-or make it less obvious?” Without even realising you’ve already started crawling closer towards him with both hands sunk into the mattress as you inched in with desperation. While his smirk is lightly illuminated by the soft glow of the ambient lamp beside him, his line of sight is directed away into the distance as his tongue pokes the inside of a cheek, a hand coursing through his hair.

“You can’t fix being a virgin on your own. ‘Need someone to take your virginity first—”

“—So can’t you do it?”

He blinks twice, and then once more.

You see him falter for a second, his jaw tensing and his eyebrows twitching slightly. Then the next second he returns to the laid-back demeanour Taehyun’s always given off; the heel of his palm pressed against his temple in a moral debate.

Because you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, naïve to the core without understanding the effect of your words on him, and how your rounded eyes plead for his help. For him to corrupt, teach, fuck you to make up for all the times you’ve missed out. He’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d do you, Yeonjun’s little nerd of a roommate who’s clueless about everything apart from burying her head in studying chemical equations. He’s already predicted the gist of how you’d moan his name from the rare occasions you whine at him for beating you in Mario Kart. And here you are, knees dipped into the bed asking for him to take your virginity.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You know what kind of favour you’re asking me for right now don’t you?”

You balance the pros and cons of letting Taehyun take your virginity, and in all honesty you couldn’t see a problem with it at all. It’s not like you’re tight-knit enough to awkwardly ruin a friendship like if you had asked Yeonjun, plus you get your virginity taken and join the rest of the crowd. And he— you guess you could teach him a bit of chemistry since there’s not much else you have to offer anyways. It’s just a slim strand of luck that Taehyun who’s always hanging around with girls and sleeping with them (multiple at once too according to Yeonjun) happens to be here in your shared apartment tonight. A sex expert at your very hands so surely it couldn’t hassle him to help out just one more girl.

“I do! What do you want in e-exchange? I don’t have much to give you but I can try—”

“I don’t need anything in exchange. I’m asking if you can handle it.” Two fingers are held up to his lips, scissored apart where his tongue sticks in between them, the muscle gliding down his middle finger which you cock your head at in confusion. “Would you let me eat you out if I asked? Could you suck my dick if you tried? I don’t tend to sleep with virgins you know.”

Taehyun…doesn’t sleep with virgins?

You can’t pinpoint whether you’re more shocked at his explicit choice of words or the fact that Yeonjun lied to you earlier, your lips immediately wilting into a frown as you try to resort to retorting over admitting defeat.

“Then just don’t make it hurt! Please? I can take it if you go slow…”

“How about I ease you into it hm? Is that easier?” You’re nodding keenly awaiting to learn from whatever he’s planning on doing to take your virginity. Though his grip on your wrist is strong as he places your palm above soft cotton sweats, a gasp shakes out of you as you process everything from the lustful droop to his eyes and the tired hum of his voice to the raised bulge your fingers lightly hover over.

“Y-you’ve got an erection Taehyun…” Squeaked out and timid, you don’t dare to remove your hand or shift it by even the slightest centimetre. Yet you can feel him growing under your touch and the light throb of his dick pulsing through your fingertips.

“Erection?" His laughter deepens by an octave, "When I said there’s a formula to virgins I didn’t expect you to drag in all the scientific terms too. I’m turned on— hard— whatever, so are you gonna sort it out for me and prove that you can handle it?"

The grip around your wrist tightens before he’s digging your palm deeper into the bulge; a squeal leaving your lips while a grunt leaves his, kissing his teeth and baring his canines as his brows furrow at the feeling.

“With your pants on?” Taehyun chuckles to himself upon your clueless question based upon nothing but your inexperience, gaudy as he shakes his head no in amusement.

“Then take them off, or do I have to teach you that too?” You swallow your own embarrassment and exchange it for the willpower to hook your fingers around the waistband of his sweats— only to be stopped by a gentle push to your forehead, “Ah-ah, if you want to impress me then you should learn to use these.”

His thumb pushes past your lips and grazes your teeth, pushing at your premolars before signalling your attention towards his sweats once more. And you follow as told, leaning down to bite down onto the cotton with your gaze flickering up at his for approval, tugging down the waistband with as much strength as you could.

The band snaps back against his thighs alongside his boxers, and your cheek dampens with the warmth of something foreign tapping against it gently.

 “You’ve seen one before outside of textbooks right? A dick, angel, that’s what’s nudging your cheek right now.”

You haven’t seen one in the flesh before. Your eyes are blown wide when you pull back and spot the string of sticky fluid connecting from the apple of your cheek to the darker nude tip of his dick. Veins bulge from the base of it and slim towards the top where he’s thickest and your fingers dance on edge unsure of whether to touch him or not, nervously sweating at the fear of screwing it all up.

Until his hand grasps onto yours, cupping it to mould into shape and guiding it towards your lips instructing you to spit, watching as the saliva drips from your mouth filthily while your eyes bat with innocence.

Taehyun wraps his hand over yours and thrusts your cupped palm over his dick; the wet schlk of your spit lathers his tip in a sheen of lubricant— with every thrust picking up in pace as he leads you—growing in volume.

“G-God baby, you can barely wrap your hands around me.” Like your throat is clogged you’re unable to speak apart from the pathetic mewls you let out— words stuck in forbidden awe as your glasses start to fog from your unsteady breathing of beginner’s-play sex filling the room.

On command the tightening of his fist causes yours to squeeze and tighten around his length too, the shifting pressure against his tip causing Taehyun to throw his head back against the headrest with throaty grunts emerging from his lips. His hand starts to weaken and loosen his grip as he delves into the pleasure of your lacklustre hands jerking him naively, muttering under his breath soft groans which are overturned by the loud squelch of your saliva against the base of his cock.

“Ffffuck, that’s it baby you need to keep squeezing it or else— shit, it won’t feel as good.”

Heat spreads all over your body as you gather the strength within you to tighten your grip around his dick as you shift your hands in a stiff up-and-down motion, biting down harsher onto your lip as your lower core starts to swell and throb with need. Watching Taehyun start to unravel his typically calm and collective front into rushed pants and a sweat-slicked forehead only urges you to want to impress him more— to prove him even the littlest bit wrong about your inexperience even if you’re struggling to jerk him off properly or as well as any other girls he’s had sex with before.

But Taehyun’s addicted to the way you nervously seek his approval through your lashes, and chaste glances that begin to drip with the dirty immodesty of sex as you jerk him off amateurly with a stiff wrist and poor technique he can only gush at in adoration.

He’s trying his hardest to hold back from bucking his hips through the weak foundation of your clasped fingers around his girth, and fucking his own fist to near his release faster and cum over your stupidly flimsy glasses that have now slipped down your nose.

“Tyun, i-is this...right?” You’re shier than usual when you notice you’re slipping right off track without him guiding you, too embarrassed to accept that you weren’t any good at sex when you hear his grunts less frequently.

“You’re doing perfect angel, oh s-shit— ‘should twist your hand more…are you gonna be a good little virgin and listen to me? I’ll teach you how to give the best fucking handjob baby don’t worry.” Something stirs in your stomach at the small nicknames he throws into his sentences, endearing and yet makes you lust for more as you implement his advice.

Obediently, you tighten your grip even further and gently stroke along his length until you twist your wrist around the bulbous tip, spit coating and squelching onto your palms even more as you do so.

You didn’t even notice how you instinctively leaned in closer towards his dick until he groaned from the hot fanning of your breath against his slit, his hands finding placement on your head as he holds you still.

“O-oh wait— ‘f you kept doing that I would’ve cum on the spot, hah— you’re not too bad for a virgin.” A warm smile finds itself spreading across your face as you beam at him excitedly, the mellow gesture only making his dick twitch perversely watching you keen over barely anything— Taehyun hasn’t even really taken your virginity yet and you’re already over the moon.

So he drags his finger towards your low-cut shirt, pulling down on the neck of the fabric as he wets his lips, your breath hitching at the suggestive action he doesn’t seem to shy away from like you would, but instead pinches at the soft mound of your tits between his fingers.

“S-shirt off? You want me to take my shirt off?” You fumble over your every step in removing your shirt, hurriedly trying to pull it over your head when your elbow gets stuck in the fabric, revealing the onset of your chest to him for a couple of seconds longer before you’re finally free of your shirt.

Or more than just your shirt, because you’re left surprised when you look down at your bare chest on display instead of the light blue bra you had on earlier— completely slipping through your mind that you had removed it before you went to sleep, now leaving you with overwhelming embarrassment.

“Oh…I forgot to put a bra b-back on…I usually take it off when I—”

“You’re dirtier than I thought angel, knocking on my door without a bra on. Should’ve known you were tempting me the moment I let you in.”

Taehyun lays you back onto your stomach as you wait for his instructions, heated all over in embarrassment, choosing to keep silent rather than out yourself as a nervous mess when Taehyun’s supposed to be helping you— you owe him a favour.

Your tits press flush against the mattress as Taehyun jerks his cock slightly, drool spilling from your lips as you gulp down any remnants of awestruck words hearing him groan from a couple of fast flicks of his fist with expertise.

“Come on sweetheart, you know what I’m trying to get you to do,” Oh but you don’t, truthfully. Ideas short-circuit and don’t develop further as to what you could do, inexperience ridden all over your body language as you hic and pout in thought, “Pouting on purpose ‘cause you know I like it when you act dumb don’t you? I’m asking you to jerk off my dick with your tits.”

Stutters die on the end of your tongue as you’re taken aback by the sudden severity in his tone. Your heart races with adrenaline kicking in through your blood from repeating his sentence about twenty times in your head before you could even muster up the courage to ask him to guide you once more.

“Was that too vulgar for you?” Taehyun shifts close enough to tilt your chin with his finger, cupping your chest in his hands and slotting the mounds over his cock, clicking his tongue as they moulded into shape— wrapped around his dick as his flushed tip pokes through to the top.

“T-Taehyun this…will this even feel good?” Your head spins at the lewd image in front of you far too drastic for your virgin eyes to behold. Neither do you dare to make eye contact because you can sense the predatory stare on the side of your face as you look off into the distance, but you can feel it all the same as he continues to erratically twitch between your chest with restriction.

“Less words baby, cup them together and suffocate my cock like I want you to, how I taught you to.”

You don’t know how to, seriously, apart from squeezing the plush of your chest and dragging it along his dick weakly with hesitation radiating from your staggered breathing and uncertain hands.

“…Like that?”

Taehyun believes he could cum from just watching you struggle to find a rhythm with your flimsy technique, hell he adores the way your brows knit together to concentrate on making him feel good, how your tongue dabbles out cutely and how your fingers sink into the plush of your tits.

“Fuck— gotta pick up the pace baby, you need to squeeze me tighter.” Your glasses tip off and roll onto the mattress, your eyes prettily blinking up at him as you shift your tits to stroke his length, the tip submerging into the crevice of your tits before unsheathing again right before your very eyes.

You notice how Taehyun’s thighs tense and the clench of his jaw emphasises the angles across his face; the high nose bridge softly lit by the lamp as he slumps further into the headrest of the bed, his eyes squeezing shut whenever you’d slightly dwell around his sensitive cockhead oozing with the new glob of spit you’ve learnt to lather onto him.

You continue to glide your tits along his shaft, the saliva dripping over your chest in glistening droplets. It’s tempting how you drool to venture outside of what Taehyun teaches you, especially as his thickly rounded tip slicked in your fluids thrusts directly in your face, sometimes prodding too far and bumping into your chin.

Perhaps it’s the spur-of-the-moment thoughts after diving into a new territory of sex and the taboo image of your roommate’s best friend unclothed from the torso downwards which urges you to lean in a bit closer. To get a taste of him on your tongue purely out of curiosity when you give an experimental lick towards the bulbous head.

“What did you just—?” Taehyun’s eyes shoot open at the feeling of the warm muscle licking gentle strides, his posture straightening only to clasp his palm against his mouth to muffle the loudest groan he lets out when he catches sight of your tongue giving teasing kitten licks down his slit.

“Hehh?” You continue to give experimental licks, dragging the flat of your tongue for slightly longer as you take in his expressions, and the subtle jolts when your tits crush the base of his cock lovingly and your lips pout and upthrust against his tip, lust taking over your mind as you flutter your eyes with need.

“Angel shit— who taught you that? S’ fucking dirty I knew it, y-you’re gonna make me cum—”

The vibrations of your hums buzz softly against his length, the stimulation enough to drive Taehyun over the edge as he curses under his breath, his eyes rolling back once he feels your tongue drape itself and tease over his slit once more, and sucks in his stomach at the impending tension begging for release as his dick throbs repeatedly.

It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s cumming bucket loads all over your tongue and onto the plump of your cheeks as you blink in surprise. You remembered the fundamental basics of ejaculation but you never expected it to be so sudden; the fluid sticking to your skin and dripping viscously down your cheek, salty and thick on your tongue still stuck out for him.

“Maybe…hah, next time I should actually teach you how to take cock down here.” His thumb puts pressure on your throat before gliding the digit up to your bottom lip, folding in your tongue as if to swallow when he closes your mouth— the smallest audible groan hushed alongside a ‘fuck me’.

“I-It’s over now?” Taehyun quite pick up on whether you’re desperate for more or disappointed, still snug between his thighs as his dick softens between your mounds.

No, of course it isn’t over. He hasn’t even gotten a feel of what Yeonjun’s roommate’s cunt is like yet, how tightly you’d milk his cock and beg for him to be gentle and then whine when his thrusts just aren’t enough. He hasn’t tasted you on his tongue yet nor made you sit on top of his face and eat you out for hours. God, you haven’t even given him the green light to breed and stuff you full of his cum— he can’t just stop at handjob and some tit action.

“Not all of it, I don’t think you’d be able to handle it if I went any further.”

“So there’s…more?” You gulp at the thought of it, your stripped top-half starting to daunt on you as your arms quickly cross and cover your chest as if it could reverse any modesty back to them.

“There’s plenty we still have to do princess, you’re still a virgin until I’ve split you apart on my cock.”

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [Belong to the City-PND]

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏     "You ain't gotta love to fuck, Girl I'm just tryna say"

Three times? Four times? Double digits?

Whatever it is you’ve completely rotted Taehyun’s brain to the core from how much he’s jerked off. It’s not an exaggeration to say that every second of his day is spent recalling the spitting image of you lapping up his cock cluelessly, and his cum messily spurted all over your face in the lewdest image his mind could conjure.

And whenever he’s not thinking back to the night you stumbled over to his room, tempting him with your loose shirt and desperate gaze and not expecting him to get hard, he’s pumping his dick until it hurts to the video Yeonjun recorded asking if you liked doggy. The sound kicked up to max without giving a damn what Beomgyu must be thinking in the other room.

Fuck, he’d lose his mind if you really meant it— he already had to go through hell and back and a lot of questioning just to get his best friend to send him the video in the first place. Never mind trimming the clip down to your sweet ‘yeah!’ to match the sick reality he dreams of where you’re gaping full of his cum, crying out sweetly that it’s too much for your virgin pussy to handle.

It's been a week since he last stayed over at your apartment, and a week since he’s last gotten anything close to fucking.

But it’s not like he’s turned down Heeseung’s nagging to spend a night out at the club for drinks and a quickie. He still turns up with that signature smile of his that lures in women without needing to lift a finger, but there’s no making out in the back alley or the car filling up with four instead of two. The problem directly lies in the fact that he seriously can’t get hard unless he’s thinking of you, only getting turned off when he can’t envision your face on the girls who cling onto his arm begging to spend the night with him.

There’s no way it could get worse at that, or at least so he thought. Since he’s clearly never liked sleeping around with virgins who cry and kick when he’s too rough and chase him for a second round like a kicked puppy the day after. He’s never going to fall into the vanilla sex propaganda Soobin preaches— that’s not him.

But God, do you drive him insane, specifically you, when your eyes filled with only the purest intentions start to taint with the sin of lust because of him.

Yeah, whatever, he wants to corrupt you; he wants your first time to be so fucking rough that any other guy who fucks you after him is by some grace worse than mediocre. Yeonjun’s little roommate whom he’s had his eyes on since the first day he came over, how you made him throb in his pants from the genuine smile and teeny-tiny shorts you paraded the apartment in as you opened the door. And Yeonjun was blessed enough to see this daily only to put it to waste by letting you confine yourself within your bedroom walls to study for hours. All the while he has to stop himself from getting hard for the short time he’s there to drink and game with his best friend.

Denial was the longest stage of this ongoing mental battle. Well, him? Kang Taehyun of all people masturbates to not only virgins but virgin nerds on top of that. Surely not!

For starters there’s nothing even obviously sexually appealing to the way you’re dressed when half the time you’re clad in the plainest shirts that are switched out for oversized wool jumpers on special occasions. You don’t even try to act sexy or seduce him in any sort of way; all of your vocabulary jumbles out of a mental dictionary that reminds him of his professor whenever you open your mouth. And you’re so wound up in all your chemistry nonsense about dynamic equilibrium and enthalpies of combustion to even spare him any attention, finding more appeal in your textbooks— there’s no way he’s into nerds, nada.

Yet when he’s frustrated and in need of a release he’ll go out of his way to spend an extra hour browsing for specifically ‘nerd’ porn. The kind of videos where the pornstar’s got crazy huge tits spilling out of her costume, her hair tied in pigtails, and she’s always giving a blowjob with black rectangular glasses that are obviously fake sitting on top of her nose bridge. But it’s not those weirdly off-putting videos which catch his eye. He’ll scroll past them all until he stumbles across a low-quality one posted by a woman with the same figure as you to a tee, her demeanour almost identical aside from some minor differences, and her whines the same pitch as yours had sounded when you were jerking him off with your small fist.

Had he have seen her on the front page of the website he probably wouldn’t have given it a double take. It’s filmed from a bad angle that doesn’t give much to satiate but leaves him begging for more, straining his eyes in case he’d miss anything vital for his imagination if he blinked. And it’s not as if she’s any good at fucking herself onto the thickest dildo she could find; too arrogant to size down until she realises it’s too big for her to handle by the time she’s grinding on the silicone. An amateur mistake you’d make, her tendencies just like how he’d imagine you would be, each quake of her thighs ushering him to fist his cock until his fingers burst from how firmly he was squeezing it trying to milk out his fourth orgasm to cheaply made porn.

And if he wasn’t spent enough he’d make sure he’d play the audio of your pitiful whimpers that slipped into the video he recorded of Yeonjun killing the bugs within the kitchen on full blast; closing his eyes and imagining you were whimpering for all sorts of other nasty reasons.

It’s become a real problem for him now and today is supposed to be the routine time of the week when he visits your apartment again— to look for Yeonjun of course, but there’s no harm in visiting a couple of hours earlier before he’s home is there? It’s not like he’ll be up to anything when you’re there to keep him in check.

So Taehyun doesn’t bother with ringing you up and disturbing you from your studies. He’s well aware of how to be a gentleman and use the spare key Yeonjun lent him to open up the door to the apartment. The soft click of the lock going unnoticed as he steps inside, but only up until the shoe rack of the front entrance before he could enter the open living-room.

Unable to cross the line any further when he can’t believe his eyes and neither can you as you squeal and stutter, scrambling to explain yourself. To explain why you were laid on your back, a hand snaked down your shorts and your phone held above your face. Although it’s since dropped to the floor in an ear-bleeding shatter with a woman’s voice playing through the speaker— guiding you to “circle your finger” around your clit repeatedly.

“Y-you’re here!? Ohmygodohmygod— Yeonjun said you’d be over at—”

“Five?” Taehyun observes how you whip your slick-dripping fingers behind your back, foot stepped over your phone to bury it into the carpet like it could drown out the speaker voicing the expert’s guide on how to masturbate like a pro, “I was planning on taking your virginity for real today by coming over earlier. Seems like you’ve already got a sexpert on your hands though.”

Hilarious how your eyes bulge like he’d predicted, guilt swimming through your blood once heat rose to your face at how humiliating it is to be caught trying (and failing) to masturbate by solely Taehyun.

Though could you blame him? You of all people trying to get a feel of what it’s like to cum when any other day you would have been typing away on a hypothesis for the practical over the weekend? There’s no reason as to why he isn’t laughing and mocking you in front of your face right now. In fact, he’s already placing bets in his head that you mistook your folds for the clit and, oh, how you’d whine at the utter stimulation of absolutely nothing.

“I couldn’t help it…I don’t know— got curious. I d-didn’t know when you were going to help me again…” You can’t bear to look him in the face, stomach churning with something worse than mortification.

What are the chances that he’s so disgusted he can’t stand looking in your direction anymore? How come the silence hanging over the room is ten times more suffocating than if Yeonjun had walked in on your virgin self experimenting?

“M’not trying to embarrass you baby, just thought that I taught you better. Next time you wanna get off you should go straight to me, not some sex guru off youtube,”

Taehyun kicks off his shoes at the entrance, striding almost condescendingly as he reaches for your phone pressed under your foot. He examines the video for a couple more seconds at the blonde woman with a whiteboard attempting to market her masturbating tips. As if  she could do any better than his tongue.

“Why watch these videos when your sexpert is willing to do all the work for you? You’re too busy to even reply to my texts, this hurts me a little angel.” His laugh is sarcastic in nature as he seats himself next to you on the couch, but you can tell he’s far more interested in the state of your wet fingers than whatever excuse you have to make up.

“This is…embarrassing I-I… you’re a guy! It’s different—”

“But is it?” He shuffles and extends himself towards you, each inching movement causing you to retreat backwards shyly; a face too shameful to be seen up close by him. Until you end up retreating all the way to the arm rest, forced to be in direct eyeline with his strikingly handsome features that make your heart knock at your ribs, “I’m sure we stopped caring about that when you begged me to take your virginity at two in the morning.”

Bullseye. Right through your logical reasoning.

The one guy who’s willing to take your virginity today is right in front of you— so why do you get nervous and stutter whenever he’s too close, or feel the need to clench your thighs when he calls you all sorts of sweet-toothed nicknames?

You grab hold of his shoulders, chewing on the inside of your mouth as you study his expression and the flit of his glances from your lips to your eyes. “If we have sex today…w-we have to be quick before Yeonjun’s back!” Squeaked to a minimum, you’re barely given the time to take another breath before it’s stolen by the hard nudge against your inner thigh where your knees pressed to your chest, under the strength of his hands keeping you still.

There’s something even more thrilling about him being hard? this time than when you had last seen him in Yeonjun’s bedroom. Perhaps it’s the way you can feel each ridge of his tip as it rubs against the plush of your thigh that makes your cunt pulse with need. Or maybe it’s the reassuring muttering in your ear that eases your racing heart as he lays your back onto the couch, stripping off his shirt and smoothing its creases directly under the two of you.

“Princess, you understand what I mean by I don’t like to fuck sweetly don’t you? I like sex when it’s rougher, nastier— ‘think you can be good and handle it for me?”

A part of you wants to rush him slightly. Especially when all you can focus on is how his dick presses up against your clothed folds, thighs already shaking from even the slightest shift in movement from him.

“I can handle it! B-but if I tell you to stop you have to! I don’t want to be ripped apart…”

This is exactly what Taehyun adores so much about you: your confidence pushing through only to be contradicted in every other sense. He can promise you that he won’t rip you apart on his dick, but he can’t promise that it won’t feel like it.

“Good girl,” He kisses your forehead lightly as his last sign of gentility and respect before he’s leaving you gasping and alarmed from how swiftly he pulls down your shorts, and loops your panties over your ankles, pulling you into a kiss as he hassles himself in unbuttoning his jeans.

You couldn’t kiss, didn’t know how to or the etiquette behind pushing yourselves onto each other. But Taehyun’s lead was so strong you couldn’t help but melt into his mouth as he bites on the plush of your bottom lip, claiming dominance over you as you mewl into the addition of another tongue that leaves you out of breath.

Two fingers drag along the damp slick dripping around your hole and pull back with strands of your clear juices, his touch electric as you squirm and hold on to him.

“You’re gonna make a mess baby, cunt’s f’ckin dripping everywhere. Needs someone to fuck this pussy so bad doesn’t it?”

With his large hands he seizes your thighs and stifles his cockhead against your clit, where it bumps and prods at the warm flesh with desire leaking from his tip in milky-clear beads. For a moment you think he’s gone back on his word from the stalling, it’s just nerves you mentally remind yourself, that makes every second seem like minutes when he drags the length down your slit causing you to squirm.

Your hands are bunched and clutched to your chest as you bite on the nail of your thumb to distract you from how exposed everything became the moment he walked in; from your panties pulled down to your ankles to his dick now wedged between your folds.

“H-hurry we can’t let Yeo— mm-agh!”

The hands that previously tied themselves in bunched, nervous knots to your chest quickly ripped apart to grab at the padding of the couch as you squeal and flinch from the pain that shoots through each muscle in the form a stinging sensation.

It’s only reasonable that you lift your head from the armrest to stare at if he had seriously torn you apart like you feared. Only to be met with him still digging in his pelvis to shove another inch inside of your sopping cunt, groaning as he melted into each suctioned grip of your walls around him like a vice.

“Princess— y-you fit me like a glove, fuck.” He’s only just about reached halfway when your eyes brim with tears at the slight burn of the stretch, as your hole gapes to accommodate him, lips quivering in the most erotic form of pitiful that makes his cock throb and reverberate against the gummy muscle enveloping him.

“Tyun—mfgh, ‘ts not going to fit!” Maybe you underestimated how big he really was when you wrapped your hands around him under dim lighting, talking too highly of what you could handle as you now struggle to keep your whimpers quiet and god, do you drive him insane.

Insane enough to upthrust your legs in the air as he pulls your thighs towards him, slamming the entirety of his length inside of you within the matter of seconds; the tip lovingly nudging at the deepest crevice of your walls as he tore the whiniest moans he wishes he could replay in his head for eternity.

The first instinct is to grab hold of his shoulders, the pain mixing into pleasure as he pumps his hips profusely, the slch of skin against skin echoed by the slick splattered down your thighs with each abrasive thrust as he rocks you into the arm rest.

“Ffffuck, you need to..relax baby. Can’t fuck you good if you’re holding onto me so tight,” But what can you do when he’s drilling his dick as far as he could tirelessly? He barely even lets you squeak out a full sentence before your syllables stutter and merge into one another from each brisk thrust. Like you could feel him plunging his cock through to your stomach, filled full from the raw drag of his cock alone, coated in your juices as you clung to him even harder, “Too tight baby, I told you I fuck rough but you’re not gonna rip I promise you, taking cock so well— you sure this pussy hasn’t been fucked before?”

Shaking your head is all you can resort to as the grip around your thighs tighten in his hold, his tongue traces the inside of his mouth as he allows himself to be entranced by the way your cunt yearns for him with each plummet of his dick followed by the loud squelching of wetness starting to collect on his discarded shirt.

Something snaps within him when you call out his name in the sweetest tone you possibly could, begging him for more as the pleasure started to twist and tangle into need. His balls slap in sync with his thrusts as one last final jeer at how pathetic you looked squirming and fidgeting whenever his cock would press too deep against you. Or when your walls would constrict the moment he’d pull out to about halfway only to slam his entire length with enough force to stretch you whole entirely again. Moans spilling uncontrollably as the thought of being caught within direct eyeline of the front door circulates around your already spinning mind, and spreads down to the heat building below as you squeeze around him at the idea.

“What’s got you clenching around me like crazy, hm?— Oh ssshit princess, thinking about somethin’ dirty aren’t you?”

Even if you managed to refute that you weren’t your body language gives yourself away in an instant, your eyes diverted away from his interrogative gaze and hands gently massaging at your thighs. And your cunt embarrassingly throbs to his every word that spits from his mouth; praising and shaming you all at once for how dirty your thoughts had become just from feeling him puncture inside of you with no mercy.

“Doesn’t hurt anymore I bet. Knew I’d be able to train you to take cock, jus’ look how good you’re milking me baby, pussy’s just begging for me to teach her how good sex is isn’t she? Better than your textbooks I bet—”

The rough consonants emphasised with each grunt crawling on the border of growls makes your stomach flutter before it’s quickly converted into lust when the curved side of his cock moulds your dripping walls to cling to him. Your eyes flit in-between the sweat beading down his muscular chest and the hazed expression plastered along his face as he heaves your leg over his shoulder.

He licks his lips temptingly as the heightened angle gives him not only a better view of your glistening cunt, as the girth of his cock penetrates it unceasingly, but also gives him access to fuck further into your hole, his tip pressing against soft and squidgy tissue that make your eyes roll-back on command.

“T-tyun!! Too— too deep!”

There’re times where Taehyun wishes you weren’t so adorable when he’s in the middle of tearing you apart on his dick without shame, there’s just no way it could be healthy for him to be fisting his cock until death for another two weeks after he’s gotten a feel of your soon not-to-be virgin cunt. But you seriously do it in for him when you cry because he can reach deeper than your fingers ever will and whine when he fucks too rough for you to react aside from guttural moans and pulsing around him. How he’s the only one who gets to see this side to you, not Yeonjun or any other guy that’s got some perverse kink for nerds like he admittedly does, only he gets to hear how you moan his name so innocently in even the dirtiest of settings.

“Are you gonna beg me to stop? Is it really too much for you to handle?” His voice drips mockingly as you think it over, but for no more than three seconds until you make up your mind that you’ve practically been aching for this high since he left you dumbfounded on Yeonjun’s bed. And you wanted him to quench the growing need for release, the hastened pounding of his dick brings you for the split second his tip nudges at your walls lewdly.

“N-no, want you to keep mngh! Keep going— can handle it T-Tyun. Please!”

His tongue clicks in accordance with your words, pride written all over his face as he leans in to kiss the tip of your nose reassuringly. “That’s a good girl, listening so well and making me proud. You really make it hard for me not to breed you fucking full of my cum.”

Taehyun doesn’t have it in him to show you any mercy at this point, rushing to lift your hips impossibly higher to meet his pelvis as he drills his cock repeatedly into your cunt which gushes out juices that splatter and start to seep through the thin shirt below.

The couch rocks slightly from each brutal jut of his hips. Sweat subdues the apartment from the clammy heat radiating off your bodies as his fingers dug into your thighs, indenting them with his nails to ease you into a bit of marking Taehyun’s desperate to get you to try down the line.

“Shit shit shit, baby don’t clench— I’ll cum too fast if you do.” His warnings don’t entirely stick to your lust-filled mind, your hands reaching to wrap around his neck to bring him in slightly closer. “C-can’t! Feels too good Tyunnie want more!”

You should remember to think over your wishes before he really grants them, the sudden increase in pace doubling the stimulation around the bundle of nerves he repeatedly bumps into lovingly, your mouth slacking wide open in loud whimpers as you tightened your grip around him.

“Pull on my hair, bite on my shoulder— I don’t fucking care. It turns me on like a sick freak, I’m nasty aren’t I angel? Makes my cock throb thinking about it.”

Hesitation streams through you as you try to equivocate whether to really tug on his hair or bite like he asked. Yet by the time he’s pounding into you cruelly to the point you can’t catch your breath your hands are instinctively clawing down his bare back like second nature.

Your nails drag nasty streaks along the broad muscle trailing down the sides of his spine, his hisses only fuelling him further to fuck you into the couch as harsh as he possibly could, his dick aching with need when you begin to scratch at him again once your toes began to curl.

“Ever been able to make yourself cum angel?” His question stems with genuine interest even if you’re too shy to admit that you never really got the chance to explore, a weak shake of your head which you bury into his shoulder to hide your embarrassment. But you can feel every twitch of his cock as it drags through you, the low groans masked under his pants delved from his extreme stamina, “Mm, leave it to me angel I’ll make you cum so f’cking hard.”

One moment you’re being rammed into the couch and the next he’s hovering over you; breaking out of the weak locking of your hands that left flushed red streaks down his back and hoisting one of your legs above his shoulder.

His finger slithers from the plush of your waist to your neglected clit that throbs as the soft pad brushes over it teasingly, slowly evolving into faster, rigorous rubbing at the small bud that tips you over and causes your back to arch in pleasure; the knot in your lower abdomen starting to unravel as he continues.

“T-think I’m gonna cum— feels weird!”

Taehyun mutters nothing short of a hum as he focuses on reaching your climax, biting on the inside of his cheek as he drives his cock into you over and over again— each dig of his hips nearing him towards release as he catches sight of your fucked-out expression.

Your eyes are barely fluttering awake with every stutter of your name before you’re entirely turning silent. Thighs shaking, pleasure bursting throughout each of your nerves and your hair messily dishevelled as you came down from your orgasm with a needy whine, trembling as Taehyun continued to use your cunt as his own free-use sex toy to bury his cock into as he chased his own orgasm with fervor.

“W-wait Taehyun ‘m still sensitive!!” Your cries are overshadowed by the wet plapping of your cunt and his pelvis as he fucks you at another orgasm-inducing pace at this rate, refusing to take a break from the buckling of his hips as his groans increase in volume.

“O-one more minute ‘m so fucking close baby you don’t understand. You’ll let me use this pretty pussy won’t you?”

And you’re nothing but more desperate to salivate over the delicious drag of his cock through your clamping walls for as long as you can but God, does that minute drag on for an eternity as you bite down on your lip to muffle your moans.

You watch as he stumbles in the rhythmic thrust of his hips and falters, pulling out his aching dick as it rests above your abdomen, your hole still gaping after adjusting to the stretch you toiled for him.

“Can you still remember what I taught you last week princess?” His fingers grab hold of your wrist as he slots your palm over his twitching cock, gulping as you ran your hand down the length, stroking up the vein with the back of your fingers and twisting your fist at the top.

It surprises him how you remembered to spit on his cock as well even if it was already slicked with your juices, letting the saliva drape him in warm fluid, jerking him off as vigorously as you could to get him to cum sooner or later.

It’s only when you glide your index down his slit that he’s cursing and holding onto the hair at the crown of your head, cumming batches of white all over your face where he thinks you look the lewdest— and fuck, he wishes you’d just let him cum on your glasses one day with the brightest smile on your face. Or even better, he wishes you’d let him fuck you in front of Yeonjun with cum pooling out of your cunt, his face burning red as he envisions you in the dirtiest image he could while you wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead.

“Am I…no longer a virgin anymore?” Your eyes bat at him with excitement that brings you out of recovery immediately, channelled through your clasped hands as you await his response.

Except Taehyun doesn’t think he’ll get the opportunity to fuck you again if he told you the complete truth that you officially weren’t a virgin anymore even if you lacked experience; still he chooses to tell you a white lie, his greed acting on his behalf.

“Think what you’d like, but I clearly haven’t fucked you hard enough if you’re still walking and talking properly right after.”

  ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏  ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ; [GEMINI- Ethan Low]

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏     "I know that you got a side that you tryna hide from me"

“Are you still working on that Kinetics essay? I thought you handed that in months ago.”

Your head lifts above the border of your laptop screen to be met with your friend’s gaze and her own stack of books neatly weighted on the table, her sheets of notes scattered across the already tight squeeze of a surface. “What—this? I’m doing extra credit since Morgan said Professor McKenna rewards extended essays.”

Yujin blows away the strand of hair astray on her face, huffing all her held back exhaustion in a deep breath. “And here I am stuck with Baldwins, who’s making me type up mock patents this whole semester!!!” Giggling at her exaggerated performance, you take a break from clicking away at your laptop for a minute, holding the latte up to your nose as the aroma wafts in while you sip the drink, diffusing into the caffeinated air of the coffeehouse.

“Oh, and my dad wants me to visit over the weekend to help paint the fence. It’s like he thinks I’m still carefree and sixteen!”

Yujin has always been a complainer since you really got to know her well last year, and you’ve learnt to love it, but you found much more interest in the different decorative lights and framed artwork hung along the walls than whatever she had to moan about today. It’s plastered all over the display windows of the coffeehouse that they’re hiring—big posters taped to the glass Taehyun stood in front of— Taehyun?!!

Your eyes blink twice and then a third time for good measure, before he’s confirming your suspicions that it’s indeed him stood outside of the coffeehouse with his friends, his finger pressed to his lips as he shakes his phone at you with the other hand.

And it’s right on cue how the message notification rings on your phone, hurriedly picking it up from its position face-down on the table and scrolling to your messages before you’re coughed back into reality by your study date.

“Something up? You haven’t responded to any of my rambling in the last minute.”

“I-I haven’t? I’m sorry, I got distracted— I think my roommate’s messaging me to bring him something back to eat.” Yujin nods for you to scroll through your messages, albeit the texts from Yeonjun, but Taehyun instead. Her questions don’t cease even as you load the chat on your phone.

“What was that topic you were working on last time?—”

“Dickpeptides!??—” You squeal in enough shock to alarm Yujin as you quickly slam your phone back onto the wooden table; face down and turned off to clear your head from the message Taehyun signalled you to open. Your eyes scan for him and his group of friends outside of the window of the coffeehouse, but they’ve since disappeared and you’ve been left with his dick pic unanswered in your chat.

It's an insane shot you must admit. Taken from the side where his dick visibly curves upwards towards his toned abdomen, cum leaking from his tip as it drips towards the base where his fingers wrapped around it, the waistband of his pants pulled down to his mid thighs—  the shadow-defined muscles bulked and rigid. A photo that reminds you of last Thursday when you had sex on the couch, making your thighs squeeze together at the memory as you engrave the image into your mind.

“Dick…peptides?”

“A-ah no! I meant dipeptides! Sorry uhm— it’s Mae’s birthday today, I got surprised.” A nervous laugh stammers out of your throat as you scratched the back of your head to make an excuse for how you could possibly jumble the pronunciation of a chemistry term you should be an expert in, hoping that Yujin would take the bait.

“Well happy birthday to Mae then. Pass that along to her for me, will you?”

You’re the first to be startled by the ten times more manly voice appearing from behind, immediately recognising it as Taehyun’s, causing your face to flush hot at what he sent you minutes prior, looking back down at your laptop now on sleep mode.

“Since when did you two get so close?”

“W-we’re not close!” Your rebuttal was said on a whim without proper thought, regret starting to berate your head as you felt the brewing of a chill stare from behind.

Clearly, that wasn’t the answer he was looking for.

“Shame. I thought we got pretty close when you were crying for me sweetheart. I’ll take my leave then.” Both you and Yujin watch bewildered as he saunters off with his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, the small bells above the door ringing as he leaves into the swarm of busy streets outside.

“Explain to me everything. Right. Fucking. Now.”

Yujin slams your laptop shut from behind as she leans over the desk predatorily, her intense gaze putting you on the spot to make the tenth most viable excuse for all the lies you’ve been spouting. “I-I don’t know either!”

“I’m not stupid! He calls you sweetheart and he made you cry?! Did you break up with him or something?— When did the two of you even start dating in the first place?”

You couldn’t quite choose between what would be less awful to say to her: pretend that the two of you were dating or come clean about having sex with ‘supposedly’ no feelings with your roommate’s best friend. If there were a lesser of two evils somehow, it’s bound to come to light that you’ve been seeing him behind bedroom doors at some point.

“You can’t tell anyone this okay?” Extending a pinky finger out for her to link, you take a deep breath before unloading the dump truck of secrets you’ve been keeping hidden within your soul since the day you first overstepped the boundary of just bumping shoulders.

“You could kill someone and I’d be on your side.”

“No…don’t do that Yujin. It’s nothing really. I asked him to take my virginity and we’ve been having sex…like e-every week.” Your voice is hushed as indecency trails off your tongue, eyes wincing as you watch her face drop beyond shock, bracing yourself for the worst before it could hit you at full force.

“Shut up— you fucked Taehyun!??”

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͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏  ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏  ͏ ͏         "You do me like no one's ever done it"

“Yeonjun? I brought back your ramen!!” Your voice echoes through the deadly still apartment as you shuffle out of your shoes, hanging your set of keys onto the hooks with the packets of noodles rustling in the bag, “Jjuuunnnn!!! Are you there?”

Silence is a rare phenomenon in this apartment whenever he’s around, and the absence of his music blasting is indicative that he isn’t.

So you let the bag of grocery goods disassemble from the tall structure. Ramen packets dominoed one after the other across the counter. You send a quick photo and message to your roommate confirming you’ve secured his lunch, and then head towards your own room where you’ll be locked inside for the next few hours.

The handle lowers under your grip around it with a soft click of your door, the carpet gruffs as you shrug off your bag onto it with a tired groan; wanting nothing more than to doze into deep sleep until the next day.

“I was right, you really don’t respond to my texts.”

“Aack! W-what are you doing here?” You visibly jolt seeing him laying on your bed with his arms behind his head, your chemistry textbook spread-out face-down over where the fly of his jeans rested, “You can’t expect me to respond to that!”

Taehyun smirks watching you flail about and scramble to lift your textbook from his crotch to place it where it was originally displayed on top of your shelf. Except the second you reach to grab the textbook, your mouth runs dry halfway through a gasp, your fingers stick to the pages where the ink smudges with dampness.

You gulp seeing his dick semi-hard and emerging from his unzipped fly, the slit dripping with cum as he snakes a hand to stroke himself at the base; unable to avert your gaze from how his cock stiffens immediately when you whimper instinctively. “Sorry angel, I’ll buy you a new one,”

His cum smears around your finger as you settle the stained textbook down onto the desk— too mesmerised by the temptation of everything about him, from his cockhead kissing his belly button to the seductive graft in his gaze, to even realise how hastily he’s approaching you.

“Thought I could get away with it, but it really fucking turns me on when you catch me red handed,” He corners you against your desk where your hips bump against it, pen pots knocking down from the sudden impact as he leaned in, “Tell me angel, there’s something else you want me to teach you isn’t there?”

It’s difficult to form coherent words when you can feel his breathing against your ear and his cock slung against one of your thighs from the miniscule distance between you. “The thing you and Yeonjun were talking about last time t-the prone…prone something!” Starting to feel shy, you try to hide the excited glint in your eye and the thought of something new— something that goes beyond just taking your virginity that he can teach you.

“Prone boning? God, you’re adorable.” There’s a laced sweetness to his taunts that make your panties dampen instantly as he wraps his hand around your wrist, lifting you from pressing against your desk to stumble out of your room in a frenzy, your glasses knocking off your head in the process and onto the floor.

He guides you into Yeonjun’s room before slamming and locking the door shut the second you follow in behind him. And he doesn’t hesitate in pushing you towards and onto the soft dip of the bed with both of your wrists secured over your head with his singular hand as he strips your skirt and underwear off with the tug of his other fingers.

“Tyun w-what if Yeonjun comes back?! We can’t let him find out!” You squeak as he flips you onto your stomach, handling and bending your limbs however he wants as he stuffs a pillow under your chin, grinning as he watches you moan into the cotton pillow-case when he slaps the plush of your ass.

“I don’t fuck girls who like to complain, I told you this before baby. Let him fucking watch if he wants to he’s into that shit anyway.”

Your eyes open wide in dirty excitement feeling him slot his dick between your ass, the tip gliding along your drenched folds begging for his touch as you whined at the sensation.

“So fucking needy, pussy was made to be fucked like this wasn’t it?” You mewl at the way his thumb presses at your clit as he starts to sheath his cock, your mind already dizzying from the drive of sex starting to kick in; lust pooling from your core as it desperately tries to suck in for more.

“Ye— mmagh! F-fuck!”

And Taehyun for sure serves you more. Because before you could even murmur out a soft ‘yes’, he’s thrusting the entire length of his cock into your poor cunt without mercy. His pelvis digs into your ass as you wailed at the stretch you’re still growing accustomed to, his tip slithering through your walls that suction his cock with a warmth Taehyun wouldn’t mind getting addicted on.

His thrusts are relentless as he continues to slam you into the mattress at a pace you couldn’t keep up with, mewls falling from your lips like a mantra as your pussy flutters from being stretched out all over again the second he’s pulling out just to stuff his dick back in with ardour.

“Tyun you’re too— hnghh— too fast!”

His pants can be heard from above alongside each hot fan of his breath that seeps through his lips as he stills his hands on either side of you, his hands digging into the mattress while yours disappear under the cover of the pillow pressed between them and your chin.

“Y-yeah? Too fast for you? I don’t hear you telling me to slow down though, you fuckin’ love it like some slut.”

There’s an attempt to shake your head no, which ultimately becomes useless due to your immodest cries when his cock pushes through your walls with a burn, the head of his cock rendering your thighs weak despite them being laid flat on the mattress; tired without having to even lift a finger whatsoever.

Your moans grew erratic as you tried to keep up with his thrusts, yet each plummet of his hips staggers your breath into small staccato gasps that only made each inch dragging through the vessel of your cunt feel ten times more intense— like he could pierce through your cervix if he tried to, tip wanting to reach your stomach as it pushes through to reach deeper each time.

“Mmmfff!! A-are you supposed to be g-going this deep?! — ngh! T-think I can feel you in my stomach Tyun I don’t wanna rip o-oh—"

He’s immediately moaning right after you, each genuine cry of fear that he could split you open on his cock only fuelling the ego burning bright within him, and that means he’s bound on fucking you stupid on it; until all you can babble for is his dick buried inside of you.

“Not going to rip sweetheart, breathe. You’d be better off being torn on my cock than suffocating around nothing,”

A shaky exhale leaves your lungs as your body tenses all over from his touch. Drool starts to leak and stain Yeonjun’s pillow without shame from your hung-open mouth to channel the pleasure of each stroke of his girth bulging through your core. While he laughs with sadism dripping from his voice hearing you mewl and whimper with each stretch of your gaping hole.

“How are you gonna explain the mess you’re making to Yeonjun later?” Taehyun leans in to grunt into your ear with a tone that reforms you into being dormant for him, tucking in your bottom lip as he whispers all sorts of nasty promises that make you throb around his cock, “You’re so nasty baby, you wanna show off to Yeonjun who’s fucking you like a good slut don’t you? You want him to see your juices all over the damn sheets.”

It's impossible for you to lie still when he’s fucking you into the bed, the flimsy framework creaking from the sheer force Taehyun exerted into each rut without any intention of holding back, using your cunt like his own sex toy flushed between him and the mattress.

“Keep your hips still. Need to teach you how to stop squirming s-shit— can’t handle it can you angel?”

Your hair sticks to the sweat on your neck and temples as he squeezes a hand beneath you to flesh out your tits, cupping them out of your bra as he fondles your chest, groaning as he watches your thighs shake from the hard groping of flesh.

“N-no I can take it! Mmf!— Tyun p-please don’t stop, wan’ your cock in me!”

Holy fuck could you turn him into a one-minute man if you kept staring at him like that; your cheek pushed up against the pillow as you turned your head to look at him from the corner of your eye, pretty lashes wet with tears that make his dick twitch with gross affection, brows drooping in desperation as your bitten-plump lips wet with saliva muttered soft pleas for him to continue.

Humiliation runs deep throughout you and the pathetic splatter of your wetness all over your thighs and trailing up to your ass, face starting to rise with heat as he collects your slick onto his two fingers, making eye contact with you as he cleans his digits by dragging them along his tongue. The smuggest grin plasters itself over his lips watching you suck your cheeks at him licking up the lewd glister of your juices without any shame, and Taehyun’s so so mean for taking advantage of catching you off guard.

He doesn’t bother dawdling around when it comes to grabbing hold of your hips with his fingertips digging into your skin with heightened pressure, ramming his cock into your gushing cunt, that squelches erotically in sync with your soft hiccups that only create an itch for him to fuck you harder, rougher, meaner than he should.

“Ohmygod! Hngh-ah! T-tyun too much— mmm p-please f-fuck”

“Please what?” His tone patronises you into burying your face into the soft pillow, aided by the pushing of his hand as he entangles his fingers into your hair; pushing you further into the soft compress, “Always begging for more then crying when it’s too much!~, shit princess, you talk big for a cunt that can barely fit my cock.”

He mocks your whimpers in a high pitched voice that causes you to clench around the thick shaft of his cock set on ruining you, hearing how pathetic you sounded to him only making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Taehyun brutes his cock through your tight walls, squeezing him for all he has as his tip prods at the soft lining with dominance, sliding along the gummy warmth to get that jaw-slacking reaction he loves to see screwed all over your face. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, knitted brows and nonsensical rants that stutter out with each grudging stroke of his dick.

Scoffs ring through your ears in contempt as your mind starts to fog and blur between your thoughts. There’s nothing more that you want but to cum on his cock, drool drenching the entire pillow by this point as you let him have his way with you as long as you’re trembling from the mean poke of his blunt cockhead against your cervix by the end of it.

You’re sure he said something, a question or maybe a statement— you couldn’t tell; hopeless in trying to think straight when he’s fucking you so good, when he’s plunging himself constantly, only to tease you when he pulls all the way out until the tip to then slam his cock as deep as he could into your pitiful cunt the next second.

“Not listening are you, baby? I know you’re smart, you can tell me what bond angle a Trigonal Planar has — I read it in your notes earlier,”

But your mind blanks itself, betraying you for pleasure as you try to scavenge through your fragmented memory broken by each propel of his pelvis for the angle. You know what it is— Trigo..no… Pair? Pyramid? You must’ve written it at least a thousand times in your bonding essay you’re sure of it, the answer on your tongue but dies as it rolls off the tip of it, replaced for small whimpers and whines instead.

“Or was that too hard for you hm? Should I go easy on you baby? Wanna tell me what covalent bonding is? Even I know that.” Taehyun groans against your shoulder, licking at the patch of skin and grazing his teeth gently above it as you try to drown out your moans into the pillow.

“S-sharing of…It’s the sharing o-of— a-ah! Did you say covalent b..bonding?”

There was something already humiliating in itself about being a virgin to begin with all those weeks ago. Although being fucked to the point you can’t remember what you’ve dedicated years of your time to studying over your roommate’s best friend’s dick is more than humbling.

“That’s it baby, shit— fucked stupid on my dick like a little cockslut— don’t think you’d remember your name if I bred you with my cum.”

Struggling to find the energy or the brain power to retort to his words, you’re suddenly brought back to a clearer state of mind when you pick up on the sound of the apartment door unlocking, the familiar musicality of Yeonjun’s hums as he steps through the door. Panic and dread run cold through your blood.

“T-Taehyun he’s back and w-we’re in his room!—”

Click!—

Your confusion is evident all over your face as you wait for him to halt his thrusts for even the littlest bit hearing Yeonjun’s footsteps pace around the living room. Except he never stills his movements at all, choosing to start the CD player your roommate treasures with his life, the small static buzz quickly tuning into the loud music both he and Taehyun are fans of. Not that playing music helps to ease your gut at all, because you know Taehyun likes to play dirty, that he’ll make you work for your conscience if you had any left after having sex on Yeonjun’s bed.

“Be a good girl for me and stay quiet hm? You’re the one who doesn’t want him to catch us.” His whispers are less reassuring than daunting as you try to register his hushed words in between your muddled thoughts, heat rising to your lower stomach as you clenched at the thought of being caught.

“Y/N?!! Are you homeee? Thanks for the food!” Your eyes squeeze shut unable to watch as he approaches the handle to the door of his room, his confusion barely audible over the music as he tries to jam the lock open.

“I’m fuck— staying over tonight just give me a sec.” Taehyun amplifies his voice over the CD player, trying to pry off Yeonjun from entering before he faltered in his speech— something you’re directly guilty for since your soaked pussy decided to throb around him with desperation, excited by the idea of him walking in on the lewd show the two of you are putting on.

The disappointed furrow of his brows only makes your stomach flutter as he leans in to lick along your neck, sucking softly to make your shiver but not enough to leave a mark. “And here I thought you didn’t want to get caught. Clenching around my cock like that, I’ll fuck you like the cockwhore you ought to be.”

“—What the fuck man?! I’ve slept on the couch every week that you’re here you fucker!...Whatever, did the virgin tell you where she went?”

Halfway through Yeonjun’s sentence Taehyun starts to fasten his movements, panting and huffing as he roughly fucks into your hole with his index slithering under your stomach to nudge harshly at your clit, circling the sensitive nub as fast as he could as he swiped his fingers along it, groaning as your slick started to splatter and coat his digits in your juices.

“Mmmngh T-tyun!!~” A moan slips from your lips on accident after feeling him rub and press at the perked bud, your eyes blowing wide realising your mistake which you hope was quiet enough to be inaudible over the music. But Taehyun loves it, how you tremble in both excitement and fear at your slight slip-up with adrenaline pumping through both of you. So he makes it a challenge to see how well you could muffle your moans if he kept ramming into the same spongy spot you’re always lolling your tongue out at, if he decided to work on your clit a little faster.

“Hey man? Are you good?”

“— Mffffngh! Hmpgh-ah!, pffwease fffffck!”

“Y-yeah, think she went t-to buy herself another coffee. G-God, she won’t be back for a while—” You can sense him practically grinning ear to ear as he fucks your cunt to the point you couldn’t feel anything but the ache in your core that begs for release, arching your back as subtly as you could to lift your hips so you could feel him slightly deeper.

“—aghmmmf! ‘m so mngh!— closefff!”

“O-oh shit, really? I’m gonna go out for a smoke break then.”

You whimper into the damp cotton of the pillow case snuck between your teeth upon hearing his footsteps start to fade away, and the excessively loud slam of a door in the distance, exhaling in relief before you’re quickly crying out for Taehyun to make you cum on his cock again, nails digging into your clenched fists as you felt your climax approaching.

“T-that’s right baby, cum on my cock f’ being such a good girl for me. Fuckfuckfuck— clench around me like that again angel I’m s-so close.” Taehyun’s stutters start to heighten in sensitivity as he groans from each thrust that prods against the bundle of the nerves against your walls. Where you’re quickly clamping down against each thick vein running down his shaft in response to the one last final drive of his cock through your warm walls, spasming around him as you mewled out his name in the softest way possible.

He's following not too long after, the contractions of your cunt as you pulsed around him sending the male into euphoric bliss as his hips staggered and hastily stressed to pull out just in time to stain your back in sticky streaks of his cum; his release spurted all over your spine in thick loads as he pants heavily, coming down from his high.

“H-hah angel, a-are you okay?” Taehyun rolls you onto your side with gentle fingers brushing away the strands of hair slicked with sweat sticking to your forehead and steamed cheeks where he pecks a small kiss— out of pride or reassurance, or something else you couldn’t quite describe apart from the thump of your hearts before you’re emerging into gentle laughter. “So that’s what prone boning is?”

“More or less so. Wash up with me today, okay?” You heave a sigh as he tightens you in his grasp, wrapping his arms around your waist and toppling you over onto your back so he could rest his cheek against the padded comfort of your chest much to your dismay.

“Stay here with me for a while longer, looked so f’cking pretty whining on my dick—”

“Tyun!! Yeonjun’s got cum stains on the sheets now because you flipped me onto my back! I-I need to go get my glasses before we wash up—” Your very own sexpert finds much amusement in how you scramble in complaint staring at the damp spot of cum now spread along bedsheets you’ll have to clean as well. There’s not much thought in dressing yourself up when no one else is home, choosing to roll your shirt back down as your legs weakly wobbled past the door.

There’s little energy within you to even hoist yourself upright as tenderness started to settle in between your thighs, feeling groggy as you stumbled over to the door of your room which you swing open with blurry eyesight in the hopes of finding your glasses on the floor somewhere without stepping on them.

And although your eyesight isn’t the greatest from a distance, you couldn’t mistake the fact that Yeonjun is sat before your very eyes on the edge of your bed right now. His mouth is slung open in the middle of a moan, which has now converted into speechlessness, as his still fingers wrap your purple bra around his pink-flushed dick having interrupted him from jerking off to it, precum leaking from the tip in mortification of being caught.

“Y-you’re jerking off to my bra?! Aren’t you supposed to be out—?”

“…Woah— I think we should address you being half naked first.”

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“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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You hum with a smile, perfectly transparent as it greedily writes across your face in bold that you've been dicked down pretty damn good by the no-name stuck-up he barely pays attention to on campus. A slightly bold remark coming from him, he does admit, considering he doesn't commingle outside of his group of just...him and Beomgyu. But he can rest assured that more girls would trip on their tongues watching him light up a cigarette than anyone would seeing Jongseong trying to 'gentleman' his way inside your cunt.

"He paid for brunch too! Like that debit card is no joke Hoon— look at my new precious pair of babies I got!" Squealing, you hop lightly on your feet with the encrusted Jimmy Choos you were practically turning your wardrobe upside down for just to rummage through the barrage of hot pinks and dusty rose. Stepping towards the mirror with your ankles flushed pale by the too-tight straps is all he needs to understand where your priorities lie. "Oh! My! Gosh! They're so cute!— I wanna name this one Leblanc and this one—"

"—You have names for your heels?"

"Duh? Jay helped me name the other pair Christina and Simmrin." His lip tugs down sourly as he crouches to loop his finger around your fuchsia bikini bottoms, bringing it slightly too close to his face when you tut at his reflection in the mirror. "Put it down Hoon, I know you want a worn pair."

As if the mention of your dirty laundry was part of his natural instinct, he's immediately making himself comfortable snapping at the band of your panties by the small bow the second he rushes over. His smile hangs as his thumb traces over the waistband, tired eyes focused on how you twitch against even the slightest trace of his touch.

"Then I want the cute pair you've got on right now doll, please." Your eyes roll to the side before stabbing your freshly-pedicured nail at the hard muscle spanning across his chest. Only to set a little distance between you as you usher him back towards his respected seat on your bed. Preferably naked of course, but having him look pretty among your plush-pink pillows and bedsheets instead of a muted-dull satisfies you enough.

With the slight jangle of your peardrop earrings, you shimmy the lavender cotton down your legs as they bunch up between your thighs. Looping them over your heels one by one before throwing them absentmindedly at his face, catching onto the few seconds the fabric hooks onto his nose before sliding down towards his lap. Plus the gross smirk that plays on his lips right after. "If you're going to jerk off with them don't cum all over my skirt right next to you!"

Sunghoon flips up the tiny cropped skirt that looks entirely flimsy in his large hands; the hem would barely reach past the curve of your ass if you wore it. "Not even a little bit? Just the hem?"

Observing the skirt now that he's struck a pretty hot deal for himself, your laugh bubbles through teasingly as you propose your own offer. "Okay fine, whatever! Just the hem. But you'll have to explain it to Jongseong if he questions it at the party. Oh! And Sakura's going to be there—"

"I'm not going." You perk at the downward spiral in tone as he tosses the skirt far across your room into the heaps of scattered clothes you groan at. Too distraught and whiny over having to dig through for the exact same skirt among piles of hoarded clothes than your friend sank into your mattress with your panties draped over his face.

"What?! No! But— Hoon you always come with me to my parties! I even let you bring Beomgyu, well — at least everyone likes you when you're there!" Betrayal swindles your expression as your brows furrow enough to pop a vein, harrowing your features while your plumping lip gloss is slowly drawn away by the graze of your teeth as you bite down on the flesh. "A-and all my friends say they want to fuck you when you’re there!" Your head grows dizzy trying to scour for any excuse to stop him from bailing on a fun night out. Because who else would let you sit on his lap when your feet start to hurt from your heels?!

"—I'm sure your little boytoy and his friends want to fuck you too. Bet you've already let Jongseong fuck your ass like a proper dumb slut." He picks your panties off his face with two fingers and turns his head to face you. Eyes deadpanned as they follow the curve of your mascara swathed lashes which bat so prettily for him. "I don't understand why you keep running to him when I'm at your beck and call."

Beginning to feel called out, you halt while trying on the new sets of lingerie. Dropping the sexy maroon that Jongseong bought you on a whim, and you accepted it gratefully without any plans of showing him how it looked on your body.

"Who said I was going to give Jongseong a second chance? You know I don't do those Hoon!" And fuck, you don't even come to realise the effect you have on him as you peer over his body dipped into the mattress. Your tits hover over him as they struggle to stay within the seams of your v-cut top, gravity practically becoming his best friend as he pauses to peer at you through the valley of your chest. "What? Don't tell me you're getting jealous over Jongseong— I mean he’s… ohmygosh you totally are!"

Your squeals override his groans as you latch yourself on top of him, arms crossed and laid flat as you lie on top, heel studded legs kicking up in the air as you try to tease an answer out of him. "You are so jealous Hoon, awwh! But you do realise that there's a line of other girls ripping out my hair for you right? I told you we’re not exclusive, you know!"

"Doesn't matter, I want you to make it up to me. Let me cum inside again, or something. Be a doll f'me won't you?" Sunghoon prods his thumb between the purse of your lips. Dragging the flesh down as he gropes his thumb along your warm gums, forcing it through your teeth as he presses down on your tongue.

God, if he didn't know any better he'd probably have you sucking him off to the bone with the tightest, little throat of yours.

You don't even read into any of his thoughts as you allow him to continue wandering through the wet muscle. Eyes wide open and hair softly dishevelled as you continue to peer at him through your lashes, only choosing to pull away when you feel the need to speak.

"Hooon! But I'm still sore from yesterday! And you came over the night before that." You're more than aware that he doesn't have a large circle of close friends by any means to be casually fucking in the same way you do. But your thighs clench together naturally upon facing him eye-to-eye to see him entirely pussy drunk. Completely absorbed inside his own headspace of pleading to fuck you through droopy sleepless eyes while his hands roam over the small of your back. “I only invited you over because you hate the losers you hang out with in central. I did tell you not to come over unless you wanted to watch me go through the new sets I bought.”

"Mmm, I know, but please angel, you can't leave me so f'cking hard after coming onto me with no panties. Just this once, pretty."

Immediately, your lips purse into a yelp as you sit right up, bare pussy practically moulding over the bulge of his dick print, dumbly whining as you try to hold back from grinding against him. "A-ah I forgot— b-but still my lingerie! I haven't finished trying them out yet Hoon!" The growing uncomplacent thought that you'll never remember to try on the new sets if you push it back any further presses a frown right across your face. Brows caving in so sweetly as you contemplate between the two, unaware of your folds building up slick against his sweats driving him to the brink of release, almost. "Can I just try on the pink set over there? I'll be quick Hoon I swear!"

Without any regard for what his answer would be, you spring back up onto your very feet, hands interchanging between the frilly violet and the baby pink lace as you bring the balconettes right up to your chest. "What do you think of this one Hoon? It's playing too much into the good girl image right? Ugh! Should I have asked Jongseong for the one in velvet instead?"

"Go for the hot pink, that fucker— ah, Jongseong knew exactly what he wanted with that." Sunghoon sits upright as he watches you dig for the set intently, holding up to the mirror and then against your body as you admire all the sheer spots.

From entirely see-through to the frilly tulle that drapes down from the bra, you make better judgement of the set as you pull the hem of your top above your head. Your fingers nimbly sweep over the clasp before letting your bra slip past your shoulders, eyeing your reflection as you pieced all the fancy threads and lacey details of the lingerie together over your body.

"Hoon? Does this look okay? I mean there's still the powder blue set I have and— hey! Hey— Hoon what are you doing?!" Kicking your heels off your ankles as you become weightless within the air only causes you to squeak out confused little whimpers as Sunghoon lifts you up. Bulked arm scooping you up by the back of your knees, hauling you slightly into the air for a brief few seconds before your cheek is pressed right up against the wall.

He plants you against the polaroids he stuck to the wallpaper, lewd shots of your cunt that you proudly put on display for every time you've let him stuff you full of his cum. The most recent being the snapshot he took with shaky hands after pounding you straight into the core of the mattress. Solely focused on breeding you with every last drop of his seed—all of which unfolded just yesterday when he made a lacklustre excuse of being in the area.

"Give me a warning the next time you lift me up, I could've chipped those heels!" You fight back your giggles as his breath hushes along your neck, knee slotted between your fleshy thighs to seat you on the broad muscle of his leg. Bodies flushed together as your perfume diffuses into his cologne, eyes expectantly batting at him when you're outwardly ripped of your breath.

By none other than Sunghoon, who's decided to get into a twist with your panties as he stretches the leg hole over your head, bunching the rest of the fabric into a wrapped fist which he tugs on your throat with.

"Talking too much— 'don't think I can hold on any longer when you're all dolled up like this." Wound snug against your neck, he pulls on the makeshift leash until the threading starts to snap. Seams coming undone at the stitching, material fraying in his hands as his knuckles burn ivory from his grip. "Watch your back, angel."

Mewling, you steady yourself onto your feet numbed by the heels you're no longer bound by. Back dipping into the unholiest arch with every last inch you could bend into being followed by a small coo from him. Ass thrusted flush against his bulge with obscene whines slipping through your clenched lips.

"Hurry up! I t-told you I made plans with Ha— mngh!" Right along the polaroids, you scratch across the blotting ink, the indent of your nails dragging down the wall from one snapshot to another with every kiss planted down your neck. "No marks on my neck Hoon, I'll kill you I swear!"

But Sunghoon never entirely complies; he equivocates and compromises with you with his actions alone. Suckling up your neck just soft enough to leave a faint patch, teasing your weak spot just between the trough of your neck and shoulder as his tongue swathes over your skin. Teeth grazing just slightly enough for you to feel the sting of pain, reminding you of just how fucking good it feels to be seen with his hickeys tattooed down your neck and chest. The way your shallow group of friends flock to you in a herd, asking and ghosting over the bruises with their fingertips. Trying to guess if it was Jongseong you were out of town with last week, or Heeseung who graduated last year. Rolling on the wheels of his Cadillac hoping to see you on your way out of your lectures still, but it's almost guaranteed that you're loitering out back with Sunghoon far from him.

Pressed against the brick in the same manner as you are now, flashing him the cutest pair of panties you bought that week with a quick flip of your skirt. All the while Beomgyu's neck is twisted to the brink of his life to pry his straying eyes away. You know what your friends think of him outside of getting into his pants; the small tricks they pull to drag you away from taking the long route around the campus grounds to see him.

Though none of it stops your waist from aching with the dent of his fingers as he draws you in closer, stabilising your hips to meet him at the crotch, still sucking lightly against your neck.

"Okayokayokay! Just don't make it super obvious that I'm seeing you again." Airy giggles blend into silent gasps that grasp for more air than the space between you allows. The frown plastered across his face grows evident against your skin as he bares his teeth on the soft flesh. Neck stung by his canines that dig so far into the back of your neck you wail at the thought of breaking skin, eyes pricking with tears as you reach out for his hand from behind.

"Mmm, anything else beautiful?"

The sudden question knocks you off guard, processing under millions of thoughts that seem to short circuit halfway, only managing to shake your head gently.

"Just be gentle Hoon." He hums against your neck with his hands caving between your thighs, fingers crawling in between them to make his way towards the apex, sliding his middle in between the slick of your folds.

"No promises angel, that means I'll get away with everything else doesn't it?" Before you could raise yourself from the arch you were folded into, Sunghoon's already ripping through the lace of your lingerie, plucking away at the straps and gnawing down at the floral embellishments as he grinds his bulge against you. Hard enough to pass off as being inside you already, huge enough to make it hurt as he continues to rut against your clit.

"Hoon! This is—!"

"Throw out all the sets he bought you. I'll fuck— I'll buy you all the ones you like doll." Scanning through the torn lingerie starting to hang bare with threads plucked out of the material, you acknowledge the waste as a one-off, complying with Sunghoon as he spins you around to face him. With your makeup done up just for him starting to fall apart as your spoiled tears begin to emulsify through the powder blush you adorned on your cheeks. And god, you're so divine among the domed pink ceiling, and champagne heels he can't bear to imagine the price tag on, thulian robe shrugged off on the floor elsewhere.

It's only necessary that he lifts you against the wall again, the elevation soaring through you as your nails dig into his bulky shoulders for support. Just about high enough for you to tower over him. Observing the glint peering through his drowsy eyes as he pushes your thighs together for him, lowering you gently as he fumbles through his sweats.

Fishing his hand beneath the waistband, he gives enough mercy to let it fall short of his knees before jutting his tip through the valley of your thighs. Groaning repeatedly as the warm plumpness squeezes him through to the very tip, suffocating his cock all around as blood tries to rush through the prominent vein. "Sweet girl, hhholy fuck, feels just like your pretty cunt." One hand of yours clutches at the pillar of the vanity right beside you, the other pinned by his to the polaroids stuck to the wallpaper as your legs bounce. Suspended in the air over his shoulder, back flush against the wall he holds you up against.

"Making all the dirtiest noises in my ear, bet Jongseong couldn't satisfy you with boring old doggy. That used to be our thing." Sunghoon glides his lips along your neck before encasing yours, tongue pushing through to kiss along your teeth and drawl against the roof of your mouth as he takes charge. "HnnghHooon—! I'm falling I—" His biceps bulge as they carry the weight of you, and your thighs fold into your stomach as he shrugs your legs to fit more comfortably over his shoulder blade.

Your teeth nearly clamp down on his tongue when his hand untangles from your fingers to yank at the sheer bra that the lingerie encases you with. Perked nipples indirectly begging for him to appeal to, still puffy from the teasing all throughout yesterday.

Sunghoon tugs on the panties wrapped around your neck once more, cock throbbing as it pulses through your thighs, fixated on how your eyes widen at the sudden constriction around your neck. You gasp and falter slightly, eyes blinking with purging tears as your brows sink so pitifully he can't help but loosen the choking slightly. Though your thighs tense on cue as if to plead with him to tighten it again.

"O-ohmygod." Clenching your teeth together, you attempt to refrain from spilling your moans across your echoey bedroom the second your good sex charm latches himself onto your chest. Which ultimately works until he starts to swirl the tip of his tongue around the sensitive bud, nipping at it gently to facade the ulterior tug to your nipples coming next. Teething along the nub as he continues to jam his cock through your meaty thighs, drenching them in your slick as the underside glides up from between your folds and protrudes out the top.

You spit onto his flushed pink tip as it parts its way between your thighs. Foreskin pushed up as he slows down in the middle of where your warm skin fully encases him, then unravelling the tip as it emerges to catch onto the glob of spit that trails down your pelvis.

It's lewd. Almost too fucking lewd for even Jongseong to compete with, so gentle with you throughout the night as if you were made of porcelain when Sunghoon's practically ravaging through you like a starved beast. Targeting every sweet spot he's learned to date: the shell of your ear, your inner thighs that twitch with every drag of his cock, and your arching back when he rubs his fingers up your spine. How could you not give him a second, or third, and now the 24th chance to please you real good?

When he speaks out every unscrupulous thought that surges through him without a filter, setting himself miles apart from the guys who think you're too poised and pretty to hear anything dirtier than your cunt feeling like atonement personified. And while you might be bird brained altogether and possibly the bluntest tool in the shed, you know best how much it turns you on when Sunghoon's breathing is jagged and rough from exertion.

"Would be a waste to throw all these sets away— maybe I should cum all over them before returning them to Jongseong, hm?" Pathetic mewls paired with your manicured nails pawing down his chest is all that tells him he's right in his judgement that you wanted to show him off. Your eyes glistening with curiosity as the explicit image of his cock shoving between your thighs as the head brushes over your puffy clit burns its sigil into your memory.

"Hoon please— inside! Fffuck! Wanna feel you inside alreadyngh—"

And who is Sunghoon to deny you when you ask so sweetly for him? Listening to your every word as he lowers your legs from his shoulder tops and holds your feigning balance as your feet reach the ground. It's only a matter of seconds before he's lifting you up again, legs wrapped around either side of him while his hair tickles along your jaw. Messy and unruly, and outgrown despite you telling him he needed a trim. But you'll be the first to admit there's nothing hotter than Sunghoon's hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, or the silver necklace that sweeps across his collar bones and swings into your chest when he’s fucking you.

The stretch of his cock as the fat tip prods at your entrance is impossible to ignore when it splits your folds completely. With any mention of a condom being forbidden between you ever since you first let him ditch it last month. Wanting to feel the raw ridge of his dick as it protrudes through your clenching walls, trying to soothe the ache of the stretch as he sheaths himself fully.

"Hah— pussy's so f'cking perfect, I'm addicted baby, don't know what to do." Burying his forehead into your chest, his sighs grow shaky as he gives himself time to simmer inside the warmth of your cunt while you whimper around every throb of his cock inside of you. Your heart skips a beat when the pulse sends a shockwave through your nerves as his tip closes in on your cervix, nudging snug at the boundary that tears pierce your eyes over. "Such a good girl, wouldn't mind if you slut yourself to me a little more often trying on lingerie while I'm here."

Shaking your head no as a rebuttal to his uncivilised claims, your tongue glides along your lips nervously; the lip gloss from before having since wiped off. A slight miscalculation in your movement causes your back to arch further into him, eyes squinting at the sudden shift in depth as you feel him impossibly deeper within. Cock pressed upright against you as the pressure of him stretching you out catalyses with every grunt as he finally snaps his hips. "Mmmngh!— Hoon this feels weird y-you're—"

"Too deep? You're swallowing me whole, angel. Look at you..h-holy shit." Sunghoon swallows with a gulp as he fucks into your cunt. Head not knowing whether to choose between throwing itself back in pure bliss as you clench around him in hopes of adjusting to the profound girth, or leaning forward to smother his face into your pretty tits.

Your eyes flutter shut aside from the few attempts to peek through your lashes at the way you encase him completely. Puffy folds spreading and stretching around his cock as the fat base pummels through, coated in shameful slick that glistens around your dripping cunt. So shameful it only makes your walls tighten at the sight.

"Thought I stretched you loose enough yesterday and ngh— now look at you. Seems like I'll have to come back every day before Jongseong's party until he takes the fucking hint, hm?"

To anyone who knows Sunghoon, in which everyone does despite their hostility, they’ll know that Sunghoon plays dirty. Doing anything that'll land him in the position he's in right now. Buried so deep inside of your cunt he's afraid he'll pierce right through, and hell, he'd beg you for an eternity with longing pleas just to see a wet patch through your panties.

With every brutish thrust that follows the calculated rhythm of his hips, your face contorts into every sinful expression that he'd be able to find on the thumbnail of his favourite porn clips. From studio shot roleplays to 720p sex tapes recorded on a bedside table— he's probably rotted his brain with the number of times he's imagined you all ruined and unkempt once he's completely bottomed out inside of your cunt. Wanting nothing more than to have your walls carved out into a custom pocket-pussy he can carry with him anywhere, fucking into the silicone to reminisce about the way you clamp down on him with such vigour.

"A—ah! I told you to be g-gentle Hoon hnghh! Slow downmph!" You're interrupted by the plough of his two fingers inside your mouth. Pressing flat down onto your tongue to keep it in place, shutting you up as he begins to regulate his pace. Which you'll come to regret the second he begins to administer straight torture through the lengthy drag of his cock through your cunt. Making sure you memorise every coarse ridge that runs along it as he moulds your walls with every delayed thrust, stopping just before his tip breaches towards your cervix when you whine at the loss of contact.

"What's that doll? Have something to say?" Once again, his thumb plucks on the loose fabric of the panties wrapped around your neck. Tugging it towards him as he shoves his fingers further down your throat, laughing as he hears the obscene gag that pursues. He adores the pleasured tears brimming in your tear ducts as he chokes around your neck again with the panties that have now been soaked in your drool. A rogue montage of your tangled hair and ruined makeup with your spit catching the light of your mini-chandelier as it drips down your chin. Mixing with the same explicit virtues as his attention is drawn by your juices splattered all over your inner thigh. Cock gushing out projectiles of your wetness with every reluctant pull out of your cunt.

He warps your walls with every patronising rut, a smile beaming across his face that only makes you want to smudge it off him, considering you're frustrated with every substandard thrust he's given you since slowing down. Especially when you were damn well nearing bliss every time he struck the gummy clump of nerves that shot your lust-filled eyes back into a roll.

So you protest him to the best of your ability, clenching around his cock to squeeze out every last inch of him and his proximity. Sucking around his fingers as you mimic the sloppiest artwork of a blowjob around them, lips pursed and plump with your tongue swirling circular around the index and middle. Your moans tweak into a higher pitch, more frequent and whiny as you fake exaggerated whimpers in between real ones to make his cock jump. Doll-like eyes luring him in to give you everything you want, anytime you want. Exploiting his soft spot for your pretty tear-stained face as vibrations from your needy hums strum over his fingers.

"Dirty fucking slut— is this how you've been treating Jongseong lately? Is that why he's been getting on my nerves slinging you around his arm like you're his?" Sunghoon doesn't mean to get all handsy and bothered by who you're seeing aside from him, but he doesn't even try to fight the urge to kiss his teeth before he's making rounds to suckle on your neck again. Littering his marks selfishly along your neck as you continue to whimper for him through muffled sobs and cries with every envious throttle of his cock past your bruising cunt. Clit starting to ache and harden as you near your high embarrassingly fast with each bump of his tip against the nub whenever he pulls out too far. Only being able to satiate himself with the loss of warmth by slamming his tip right back in with ruthless strokes to make up for himself.

"Mmgonna cumpgh!" Unable to constrict your moans, you gasp around his fingers, trying to force coherent words out aside from the muffles. Not that Sunghoon needed to hear you verbally to understand, he knows all too well the routine when your heels dig into his lower back. Drawing your bodies closer together until he doesn't have the space to pull out any further than repeatedly bullying your spongy walls, eyes growing heavy with lust as he loses himself within the warmth.

"Ffffuck doll, you're gonna let me cum inside again? Not satisfied enough from yesterday?" Sunghoon withdraws his fingers with a string of saliva connecting you, brows furrowed as he waits for your answer patiently. He's only worried about not being able to hold on for long enough at the rate you're throbbing around him right now.

"Don't want you t' pull out Hoon, ohmygod—! Can't waste a drop—"

Sure, he heard the main gist of your sentence, but Sunghoon's already spilling his load into you as spurts of warm cum start to squelch in the confined space his cock is already taking up. Strokes pledging to fill you completely with his seed as he ushers to purge in every drop. Even going as far as to stuff his hands inside of your swollen entrance to fuck any spillages back in.

Too focused on the shockwaves of pleasure soaring through your body as your legs start to drop numb and weak from the ultimatum of an orgasm, you don't acknowledge the figure who's walked into your room.

Neither can you tell how long Park Jongseong's been standing at the door to your bedroom, eyeing your pinned body held up by Sunghoon's arms until he announced himself with the shattering of a glass. Sonorous with disbelief as he watches Sunghoon completely feign ignorance of him. Continuing to fuck his seed into you as you asked him to ever so sweetly when you're suddenly laughing off the awkwardness off your shoulders.

"Hi— Jongseong! Are we...still up for brunch next Saturday?"