Late night

The first time—you didn't even realize you were staring that hard. Snapped out of your daze by Taehoon’s voice, you blink as he crosses his arms, a skeptical eyebrow raised. “You even listening?” he scoffs, his expression showing that typical impatience.

“Uh… yes, I'm listening,” you quickly insist, dragging your gaze upward to actually meet his eyes. But you know you're not fooling him.

“What was I saying then?”

“Um… this and that?”

“Knew it. You weren't listening to a single thing I was saying.” He’s clearly annoyed, but you’re too flustered to even defend yourself. Well, how could you be expected to concentrate when he looks that good?

Still, Taehoon isn’t one to let you off easy. He frowns, more annoyed that your attention isn't where he wants it to be. After all, you’re supposed to be here learning taekwondo (like you asked to), doing your stretches properly, not zoning out. Without warning, his hand presses gently on your back, encouraging you to bend deeper into a stretch. “Focus,” he chides, irritation in his voice, and you let out a surprised squeal.

“Wait, wait!” you protest, but he only rolls his eyes. “If you spent less time gawking and more time practicing, you’d be way better at this by now,” he mutters, and you can’t even deny it.

But you keep sneaking glances at him. Even when you're trying to behave, it's impossible not to notice the way he moves or the serious expression on his face when he's in training mode. He’s used to you looking at him with that soft, adoring expression, but there’s something about the way you look at him during these moments that’s different.

He eventually puts two and two together.

One afternoon, while you’re both tangled up in each other during a heated make-out session that’s on the brink of something more, he pauses to take off his uniform. You grab his wrist and, breathless, say, “No, it's fine… keep it on.”

Taehoon stills, realization dawning in his eyes. The way he glares down at you, almost incredulous, makes your face heat up. “Oh,” he says, his voice low and laced with newfound amusement. “So that’s why you keep staring at me like that.”

You squirm under his knowing gaze, the embarrassment hitting you hard. He smirks, the corner of his mouth tilting upward in that rare, playful way. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, but there's a hint of satisfaction there too. He finally understands why you’ve been so distracted—and he’s definitely going to use it to his advantage.

“You just like seeing me wearing this,” he scoffs, pulling you back into a kiss. Your fingers trail down his toned front, curling around the waistband of his pants. He pulls away to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, his hands holding you firmly in place.

A soft moan escapes your lips as you tilt your head to give him more space. One of his hands moves from your thigh to your waist, trailing teasingly along your clothed cunt. “Makes me wonder just how wet you get seeing me like this,” he murmurs against your neck.

“Don’t rub it in,” you mumble, your voice laced with embarrassment.

“Nah, this is all on you,” he chuckles, sliding those slender fingers past your defenses. You gasp at the sensation, leaning toward him while clutching the sturdy fabric of his uniform. His fingers slide in and out slowly, an amused smirk playing on his lips as he watches your struggle for more. “Quit teasing…” you whine, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“You’re demandin’ a lot from me today, huh?” he taunts, fingers stilling momentarily. “First, you get all handsy with me.”

He withdraws his touch, swiftly pinning you down onto the bed. “Then, you ask me to fuck you in my dobok,” he accuses, voice teasing yet full of intent. His fingers find you again, sliding inside as he pins your wrists above your head. His middle and ring fingers curl perfectly into your gummy walls, making your legs reflexively try to close around him. But he’s already prepared for that, using his knee to keep you open.

“And now, you think you can tell me what to do?” His eyes narrow with a slightly sadistic smile.  Oh, that’s how you know he’s going to be mean with your body this time around.

Moving his fingers ruthlessly that in no time you can hear the lewd squelching coming from your pussy. “‘m sorry! ah! Tae—‘m s-sorry!” you whine and moan as his fingers work you over, his palm grinding against your clit that has your hips twitch uncontrollably. It’s embarrassingly easy for him to make you cum on his fingers just like that, leaving you breathless.

“I’ll give you what you want, then,” he mutters, reaching into your side drawer. He knows exactly where to find what he’s looking for—this isn’t your first time together, after all. He tears open the condom wrapper, pulling down his pants just enough to free himself before sliding the rubber on. He doesn’t even need lube; your wetness mixed with your juices makes it effortless for him to push into you, drawing a moan from your lips. Your nails dig into the skin of his hand still pinning your wrists down.

You can’t help but admire just how good he looks like this. The way his dobok hangs loosely over his frame, the slight furrow in his brows as he gives you a moment to adjust. Of course, he catches your gaze and smirks. “You’ve got a reaaal bad staring problem,” he mutters, his eyes shifting back to where he’s buried inside you. He starts moving at a pace that isn’t slow but not fast either, but knowing him, it’ll only get faster later on anyway.

He knows exactly how to hit all the right spots, what makes you whimper and clench around him. How to make you come apart so easily, like it’s second nature to him. The sensation pulls a breathy moan from your lips, and his grip on your wrists tightens slightly.

“You like that?” he asks, voice low and gravelly, though it’s less of a question and more of a tease. He smirks when your only response is a strangled moan, your back arching involuntarily.

His free hand finds your waist, fingers digging into your skin to hold you still as he increases his pace. The heady tempo makes it hard to think, his dobok brushes against your exposed skin with every thrust, the fabric a tantalizing reminder of why this was happening. It isn’t long until you’re both chasing that sweet release, a mix of grunts and moans.

Once you do, you both stay like that for a moment. After a minute or two, he leans down into your ear. “Should I start training in my tank top and some sweats next time, so you don’t get distracted?” he murmurs, a hint of a chuckle breaking through.

You went into the ensuite in the guest room. You knew you usually had to ask Miguel to take a bath or even a shower, but you needed it more than ever.

You sank into the tub after filling it up, there were no oils or gels but you didn't care. The warm water against your skin felt great, and you even enjoyed the burning against your wound from the previous night. You traced your finger along the water as you thought about everything. You heard the door open and Miguel walked in, his eyes fell on you. The look in his eyes was dark as you stared in fear. He kneeled and held your face in his hand, he didn't say a word and his gaze remained dark. He began to run his hand over your body.

'Miguel?' you whispered.

'Don't talk,' he grumbled. You nodded and he continued to run his hand over you. His hand trailed up to your throat and gripped it as you looked at him in fear. You reached up and grabbed his wrist, he tightened his grip, anger in his eyes. You whined and looked at him, you couldn't breathe and you knew it wasn't long before you passed out. Tears ran down your cheek as you squirmed in the water.

Suddenly he let go as you coughed and tried to catch your breath. He stared at you with a dead gaze in his eyes as you cried and rubbed your neck. You looked at Miguel, your hands trembling.

'Miguel, please,' you whispered.

'Did you rat me out?' he asked. You continued to cry as you shook your head.

'N-No, I promise I didn't,' you whispered. Miguel reached up and tucked your hair behind your ear. He grabbed your throat again and forced you under the water as you fought against him. You kicked your legs and fought against him, trying to pry his arms off you. He pulled you up out of the water as you gasped and coughed up water.

'Did you rat me out!' he shouted as you sobbed and leapt forward. You grabbed him and clung to him as you sobbed.

'Please, please stop. I'll do whatever you want I promise I didn't rat you out,' you whispered as you sobbed even harder. Miguel wrapped his arms around you.

'I know you didn't betray me, baby,' he said. You nuzzled into him.

'Why did you do that?' you whispered as he held you tighter.

'To remind you that your life is in my hands,' he growled into your ear. You whimpered and gripped him tighter.

'I'm scared, Miguel,' you whispered. He pulled away and looked at you.

'I have to figure out who knows about you and how they found out. Until then, you'll stay here, the maids will bring food and I'll bring you something to occupy you. But you will not leave this room, do you understand me?' he said. You nodded and leaned in to kiss him but he pulled away. 'Finish your bath and don't leave this room.'

You watched as he pulled away and left the room. You stayed in the tub, your eyes wide as you stared forward. There was nothing in Miguel's eyes anymore, there was never love but now there wasn't even possession. It was like he was gazing at something he had absolutely no care for.

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