Cindy squinted her eyes to read the inked name and nodded. "Yes, it's your fiancé. He's been our loyal client for a long time."

You groaned at the unofficial title. "He's not my fiancé. Never was." That made sense as to how your mother found him and why she really liked him. "Doesn't he have a gazillion properties? Why does he need more?"

"He mentioned that this one was for... a reunion, I believe. It's a new property under construction and will be underway for closing soon."

Your head pounded painfully and your fingers went up to relieve it in circles. Raymond was purchasing a property just for a reunion instead of holding the event at one of his currently owned hotels. That guy was just flexing his money through property ownerships. "Whatever," you mumbled and took a quick glance at the company name that was responsible for the construction. Then, your eyes immediately fixed on where it was located.

It was the block where Taeyong mentioned that he was working at. You hadn't seen the structure yet, and now you were overjoyed to.

"Oh my God," you muttered and hopped off the table, your hand flying to your mouth in utter shock before your shoulders shook and a loud sinister laugh escaped from you.

Cindy watched you in concern as you jumped gleefully in your spot. "Um, Y/N, are you okay?"

While you weren't hundred percent positive for what his reaction was going to be, you couldn't wait to rub it in Raymond's face that he had purchased something where Taeyong had contributed to building. You waved Cindy off with an ecstatic smile. "Yeah, don't worry. I was just thinking about something."

She stared at you for a moment longer before letting it go.

Shortly, a knock on the door was heard, followed by a head popping in. "Can I come in? I have your tea," Chris smiled, shaking an acrylic tumbler with iced tea. "This should help with your headache and slight nausea."

"Thanks a lot. Of course, come in," you waved him in.

He nodded and strode over to you. You retrieved the drink and took a long sip of the tea, humming happily. "Perfect."

"Hope it helps. Also, there's someone waiting for you outside."

"Really? Who?" Your lips connected with the straw and sucked in another long sip.

His brows furrowed as he tried to recall the name. "I think his name is... Taeyong?"

You spurted out your tea in surprise that he came to your workplace in the middle of the day and set the tumbler down on the desk. "It's Taeyong? Bring him in!"

Chris nodded and went to fetch for your man while Cindy eyed you curiously.

Chris stepped into the main area where Taeyong stood by the desks, more specifically by Shannon's desk who wordlessly stared at him. "Hey man, come on in!"

Taeyong straightened his back and cleared his throat, avoiding the gaze of the young woman drilling a hole in his head. Her gaze remained on his retreating figure with a slight frown creasing her forehead.

Your colleague reappeared with the man that you were looking forward to trailing behind. Taeyong smiled subtly as you jogged over to him with a bright smile.

"Baby," you chirped and wrapped your arms around him. He faintly chuckled and held you close, pecking your forehead. You turned around in his arms and found Cindy's jaw hanging low and Chris whistling in amusement. "He's Taeyong, my fiancé-to-be," you introduced him, mainly for Cindy. Taeyong was stunned by the unexpected title but happily accepted it, wanting nothing more than to be bonded with you in the utmost ways possible.

Chris quirked an intrigued brow. "Now that's some real tea right there. Have fun now," he said and with a salute, he walked out the cabin.

Cindy closed her mouth and reminded you of an important task. "Mr. Riley is expecting a call in..." She glanced at her watch. "... about a few minutes. Should I stay here to help you?"

You shook your head. "It's pretty straight forward so I'll be fine. Thanks though."

She nodded and headed to exit the cabin, closing the door behind her to give you privacy.

You pulled away from Taeyong and asked, "I love seeing you here, but how? Don't you have work?"

He pointed to the window in your office. As if on cue, the light droplets shifted to pouring rain outside. "It started onsite, so we had to stop working. Thought I'd come here and see how you're doing."

You hummed. "Good thinking. But I have work to do, so no funny business," you warned with narrowed eyes.

He exhaled out of his nose and nodded, seeming disinterested by your words as he shuffled his feet towards your desk and hopped on. His eyes landed on your tea and picked it up, taking a huge sip and frowned at the bitter taste before setting it back down. Taeyong then scanned his eyes around the cabin, making observations of how clean and polished the walls were with modern design.

You arched an eyebrow at him to which he didn't catch. Was he really going to sit there and not do anything? Good for you. You strolled over to pick up your client's portfolio and cell phone from the desk. "I have an important call to make. Do not make a sound, and no distractions. Understood?"

Taeyong merely shrugged in response, and you began dialing your client's number. While you waited for the call to be answered, you glanced at Taeyong and noticed that he wasn't doing anything except for swinging his leg.

"Hello, this is Riley speaking."

Startled, you fumbled with your greeting. "Oh hi! Good afternoon, Mr. Riley. I'm Y/N L/N and am calling on behalf of my father regarding your interested properties. I'll be taking his place so it will be a pleasure to work with you," you spoke with politeness.

Taeyong huffed and mumbled, "Only I give you pleasure." You smacked his arm.

"I'm sorry? I didn't hear the last part well."

Your eyes widened. "Nothing!" You gave Taeyong a glare and moved away from him, balancing the folder on one hand. "So, I see your investments and interests..."

Taeyong watched you as the call droned on, getting immensely bored without your attention on him, and so he decided to make himself comfortable.

You took a sneak peak to see what Taeyong was up to and did a double take. "I'm sorry but could you please hold on for a moment, sir?" Pressing the mute button, you gritted your teeth. "Taeyong, why are you unbuttoning your shirt?"

He kept moving his fingers downward, undoing the buttons slowly and pushed the flaps to the side for his handsome torso to be on full display. "I'm feeling hot," he said with his voice laced in pure boredom.

You gave him a pointed look. The air conditioner was blasting in your cabin, therefore having no reason for him to feel uncomfortable. You ignored him, turning your back on him and resumed your call, but now you were partly distracted by replaying his beautiful skin in your head.

Taeyong sighed when seeing you ignore him again and hopped off. He rounded the desk and plopped down into the massive leather chair, putting his feet up on the table and rummaged through the drawers to look for anything that could entertain him.

Your ears picked up on the soft sounds of drawers sliding open and shut. There was a brief moment of silence followed by a container lid clicking open. The faint chewing sounds made you turn around and your heartbeat stilled before kicking into full racing mode. You were paying almost zero attention to your client as you watched Taeyong bite into a cherry, the juice spilling out of its flesh and past his lips, traveling down his chin. He made no efforts to wipe it off as he finished the fruit off, spitting out the seed and discarding the stem onto the lid. Picking up another one, he repeated the action, making more of the sweet red juice coat his chin.

You wanted nothing more than to lick his skin clean, and then straddle yourself on his lap to have a heated make out session with him. But you held yourself back and blinked a few times, shaking your head and focused on the reason why you were doing all of this.

When the cherries were all done, Taeyong huffed out in frustration from having nothing else to do, your phone call seeming to run way longer than anticipated.

Just then, his lips curled into a smirk as an idea hit him.

He stalked over to you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and you didn't notice his approaching presence from behind until he swiftly bent down to grab your waist from the front and hoisted you over his shoulder, holding you effortlessly by your legs. Your hand lost balance of the folder and it crashed to the floor, and your eyes bulged out as he carried you over to the desk.

He put you down on the table and shoved everything aside with his arm, not giving a glance as to what was being knocked over. Taeyong positioned you until you were laid flat on the sturdy desk and crawled on top of you, bringing his gaze to meet yours. With your mouth agape, you stared at his dark eyes as you were no longer processing a single word that your client spoke.

"Ignore me," he mouthed without a single sound and then he began.

He unbuttoned your shirt enough to expose your bra. Your heart crashed in your chest, fearing for what he had in mind when being in the office with a client on the phone and the door to your cabin left unlocked. But you were thrilled to see what Taeyong was going to do while you 'ignored' him.

His tongue poke out to coat saliva over his cherry-dried lips and dipped his head in between the valley of your breasts, sucking on the skin there with his soft lips sending excitement down to your core as you began producing your own sweet juice. Your hand came up to cover your mouth, stopping your sighs from reaching the speaker. You could have muted your voice and took full advantage of the situation, but this was 'ignore Taeyong' game and you were going through with it to see its end.

"Miss Y/N, are you still there?" Your client's voice snapped you back to your main responsibility.

"Oh sorry. Yes, I am." And with that, he resumed talking.

Taeyong pulled back and observed the faint colour of the fruit transferred onto your skin, and you nearly sighed aloud when he took long strides of his hot wet tongue to lick it clean, your grip on the phone tightening. When done, he pulled back with a smirk, and your eyes blew up when one of the most insane things happened next. Taeyong leveled his face with the zipper of your pants and grasped onto the small sliding piece with his teeth, pulling it down undone with such ease that you thought was not possible with the difficult task.

His hands yanked your pants down along with panties to midway. To prevent the hassle of taking your shoes and pants off completely, he crossed your legs, keeping enough space to dive his head into the opening from underneath. His hands firmly held your legs in place to stop you from squeezing around his head. His face leveled with your glistened core till you felt his hot breath fanning over it. Taeyong was amused to see you turned on and took a deep breath in with his nose touching your sweet flesh. "Smells nice, doll," he whispered ever so softly that you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't completely focused on him. Your legs quivered around his head as you spilled more juice out.

At last, his tongue strode over the length of your heat and your jaw hung open without a single sound parting from your lips. He repeated the action and after dipped his wet muscle in between your slick folds. You used every muscle in you to keep your hips grounded to the smooth surface of the table while your free hand clenched into a tight fist beside you. It would have been at his head gripping his hair, but you weren't sure if that counted as ignoring him.

Your walls hugged him as he began rolling his tongue. A small hum was felt against your flesh, causing your belly to tighten and spill more of your delicious juice onto his tongue. He hungrily lapped up every drop, his moist muscle flicking against your clit that resulted you to slip a mixture of moan and whine past your deep breathings.

"Is everything all right?"

Your blood ran cold when you had momentarily forgotten all about the phone call. Your ears had completely droned out your client's voice to focus on the squelching sounds that your man made in your cunt. Your brain quickly tried to come up with a sound excuse. "Oh um, I spilled something on my desk. I'm sorry about that. Please continue."

Taeyong snickered, sending sinful vibrations throughout your body and further tightened your belly for the incoming orgasm. Unfortunately, another desperate whine escaped from your mouth. Mr. Riley was silent for a moment before speaking up. "I do have another matter to attend. We can end our discussion here for now. I look forward to working with you, Y/N."

Finally! "I see. I will too. Have a great day-" and you quickly ended the call before a pathetic moan could travel through the speaker as Taeyong began having a make out session with your cunt, sucking your throbbing clit in between his lips. Chucking your phone aside, your hands lightly played with the wisps of his dark hair. "Oh Tae," you choked out a quiet sob. Your legs ached and trembled the longer it was forcefully kept open.

"Look at me, doll," he whispered.

You looked down at the sinful view of his head in between your legs. His gaze heavily burned into yours and gave a few harsh sucks, resulting in the final snap of the coil in your stomach. Your vision blurred as your back arched off the surface to generously cum into his mouth. He hummed as he sucked up every drop of your essence, still lapping over your heat even after it was over, and the sensitivity caused you to push his head away. "No more," you weakly whispered.

He kissed your cunt two times before completely pulling his head out, helping you put your pants back on. "You taste so good, doll," he drawled seductively he licked his lips clean.

You smacked his chest, feigning anger as you buttoned up your top. "We would have lost one of our biggest clients if he figured out what I was up to."

"But he didn't. You did a good job ignoring me... for the most part anyways," he snickered.

A series of knocks was heard and the door flew open, revealing an unsuspecting Cindy. Her eyes went on a tour as it scanned over the dropped portfolio on the floor, your shocked eyes on her, Taeyong's disheveled state and open shirt, and the mess on the desk.

She huffed out at the sight of drenched documents. "If you were going to have fun, couldn't you have done it without getting anything spilt on the documents?"

Your brows scrunched, confused with what she meant until you spotted the acrylic tumbler tipped onto its side with the tea no longer in its container as the papers soaked the liquid up. "Oh shit," you muttered and shot a look at Taeyong who simply shrugged and feigned innocence as if not his fault.

Cindy sighed. "We'll just have to prepare all those again."

"I'll prepare them myself. It's my fault anyway."

She shook her head. "It's fine. I'll help too. You owe me a drink for overtime," she cracked a smile and winked.

You breathed out in relief that she wasn't too mad at you. "Of course."

Taeyong turned to you with bright eyes. "I'll help too." Not only would he be able to spend more time with you, but also receive a free drink, your drink, while at it.

Your jaw slacked, aware of his underlying intention, and pushed him out the cabin with all your strength. "No! You're leaving, mister!"

"Ready to go home?" Cindy asked. She had been kind enough to offer you a free ride, picking you up in the mornings and dropping you home at night.

You declined with a shake of head. "Not tonight. There's somewhere else I need to go."

"I can drop you there."

"I'll be fine, honestly. Thanks though." Because the place that you were going to check was somewhere her car wouldn't be able to fit. 

Before heading to his place, you thought of first checking the spot where you first bumped into him. Maybe he was chilling there like he usually would. Or used to. You hadn't gone there ever since your relationship with him bloomed.

Treading down the dark alley slowly, you caught sight of two men chattering among themselves, neither of them being your man. One face was faintly recognizable from the night when Taeyong hung around other men.

You kept a distance with your heartrate spiking, unsure whether they were trustworthy to respect your personal space. "Um, excuse me?"

They snapped their heads in your way. One of them had eyes carrying a dark glint and muttered something that couldn't reach your ears. "She's a beauty," he said, and was about to step forward until the other familiar man clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. She's Taeyong's."

Hearing the well-respected name of their co-worker, the man huffed, rolling his eyes and gave up his delicious treat.

Meanwhile, the other man strolled up to you. You panicked slightly and were ready to step back until he stopped at a respectable distance. "Can I help you?" he asked monotonously.

Clearing your throat, you tried to sound calm. "Yeah, I was wondering if Taeyong was here. Have you seen him?"

He shook his head. "Nah, haven't seen him since he left work."

"When was that?"

"Whenever the sun goes down."

You frowned at his response. That was a good few hours for Taeyong to reply back. "Okay, thanks."

He gave you a curt nod and walked back to his spot.

Pulling your phone out, you texted him that you were going to his place and made sure that you had the ringtone and vibrate mode on. On your walk to his apartment, not once had you received a reply.

-

You unlocked the door with the spare key that he had given you and pushed it open. It was pitch dark with not a single light on.

Maybe he's somewhere else and his phone died, you thought and decided to wait for him inside.

Flicking the lights on, you crouched down to take off your shoes and froze when you spotted two pairs present by the wall. Taeyong only owned two pairs, boots and casual, which meant that he was indeed home.

There were no signs of him in the kitchen, living space, or even the balcony that he'd use to smoke, leaving him to be in the last room unchecked.

And there he was, sleeping soundlessly on the bed. You wondered how long he had been sleeping that he missed all your attempts to contact him. Tiptoeing closer, you noticed that he was still in his clothes worn to work, all dirty with his hard work coloured on them as well as on his exposed skin. "Tae?" you called for him softly to not scare him.

With his eyes still shut, he quietly grunted in response.

You sat on the edge of the bed near him and reached up to move his hair to the side, revealing his forehead. "Are you okay?"

When you didn't hear him respond back, you checked his temperature with the back of your hand. Not hot, but it was warm enough to be cautious of. You flipped your hand and rested your palm against his forehead, hoping it would comfort him with whatever he was going through.

Feeling the warmth of your touch ignite his heart, his eyes fluttered half open. His gaze locked on you and your breath hitched. "What's wrong, Tae?"

Groaning, he finally opened his mouth. "Just work."

"Are you hurt?"

"No. Just... overdid it a bit."

You gasped. "Oh no. Did you eat? You should have washed up before going to bed," you spoke as your hand trailed down to caress his cheek.

He moaned and leaned his head into your loving touch as your thumb rubbed in circles over his cheekbone. "Later," he mumbled.

You removed your hand from him and heard a tiny whine escape past his slightly parted lips. "You need to shower and eat. You can't go to bed like this. You'll fall sick at this rate," you scolded him gently.

Taeyong only breathed, his chest rising and falling slowly at a calm rate as he stared at you with a glimmer in his eyes. "It's nice to see someone care about me."

Your gaze on him faltered when trying to contain the stinging that could make you tear up in front of him. You couldn't bear to imagine how he had lived his entire life without a precious one. Instead, you leaned down to press a quick kiss on his lips. "Of course, I care about you. I love you," you whispered.

A lazy smile tugged at his lips and his hands went to your waist, slipping under your shirt to feel your warm skin under his fingertips. "I love you too, doll."

You controlled the incoming sinful desire as his touch set your skin alight and focused on something that had to be done urgently. "Come on, you need to clean yourself up."

He shook his head. "Tomorrow. Can't you just lay with me?"

"I'll cuddle with you after. You need to take care of your health first."

"It's a chore."

You knew it was. When you didn't feel well, to do anything for the sake of your health was a pain. Unless... "But what if I do it for you?" you asked with a small smirk.

He blinked at you and frowned. "How?"

You leaned in again, this time hovering close to his face and could smell the extensive efforts he made during the day emit from his skin. Your eyes remained on his with determination when gently asking, "Do you trust me?"

Taeyong's frown deepened. It was a question that needed no thought to answer, but regardless replied with a slow nod. "I do."

Your hand went up to trail along his hairline, a soft smile spilling across your lips as he curiously gazed at you. In a soft whisper as if to not break a spell, you spoke, "Submit to me. Let me take care of you."

His expression shifted to a look of contentment. He'd gladly have you take control of him as a way to recover, gladly let you take care of him while escaping reality. Taeyong gave you a firm nod, silently consenting to be dominated by you.

You smiled happily and bent down to capture his bottom lip in between yours, gently sucking and running your tongue over it. His eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed his body with his arms sprawled against the sheets and fists unclenched, concentrating on the pleasure that surged in his body all thanks to your lips. It didn't take long for Taeyong to sink into a delicious floating headspace, all feelings of exhaustion gone for the moment and the only one left behind was a drunk-like state. Any command received from you would be done without a thought.

You pulled back and carefully watched for his reactions. "Baby, open your eyes," you commanded softly, making sure to keep your voice low yet clear.

Taeyong settled his glazed eyes on you. He was no longer aware of his surrounding as his space and time only consisted of you.

Your fingers interlocked with his. "Follow me." Hopping out of bed, you carefully guided him to the bathroom. You told him to stay put and turned the bath on, remembering the way he taught you. While the water ran to fill up the tub, you glanced at him, pleased to see his half-lidded eyes on you.

"Raise your hands." He lifted both arms towards the ceiling and you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his honey-like skin and toned lean muscles. Then, you crouched down to remove his belt, unhooking and slipping it out of the loops. The zip of his pants flew undone, and you yanked it down along with his briefs, springing his limp cock free. Taeyong shuddered slightly at the air wrapping around his exposed member. Stopping his clothing by his feet, you looked up and said, "Put your foot up." He lifted one foot after another as you removed the last pieces of his clothing.

"Sit in the tub." Taeyong got inside, settling into the warm water that covered up to his chest. You placed the soaps and shampoo within your reach and got on your knees next to the tub to rest your arm along the back ledge. "Rest your head on my arm, baby."

His head fell back and laid on your forearm. Your free hand collected some water and wetted his face, a bit of dirt already washing off. Squirting out a bit of face wash on your palm, you began lathering it up on his cheeks.

"Close your eyes."

The tips of your fingers brought the cleanser to his forehead to clean the area above his eyes and around his nose, then going down to lather the foam along his neck. He moaned at your touches, and you felt the vibrations set your heart alight.

You carefully wiped the cleanser free from his face and neck, repeating the action a few times till his skin was spotless. Your hand then went for the shower gel that you had gotten him recently. It was unfortunate that working with his beloved bar soap would be a challenge with one hand in case if it slipped out of your hand.

You lathered the gel across his shoulders before dipping it under the water for the hidden skin, going across his chest and stomach. The sleeves of your shirt got wet in the process and you ignored it as your sole interest was to clean him up. You pulled out of the water to get another pump of soap before diving down to his legs, an action a bit difficult to complete when he had them straight out. "Bend your legs, baby."

The water swished around as he bent them to your reach. Your palms ran from his feet to his knees and then his thighs, starting from the outside before working the inside which led your fingers to brush along his limp cock, electrifying his member to life. He groaned lowly, brows scrunching as his head fell to the side for his cheek to rest on the sleeve of your top. At first you were worried if you did something wrong, but the subtle movements of his hips as he chased for your touch again made you realize what he wanted.

"You want me to take care of it, baby?"

He sighed softly, nodding as he mumbled incoherently in agreement.

Smiling, your hand wrapped around him entirely and gave it a gentle squeeze, causing him to let out a satisfied moan. His sighs grew heavier as you pumped him steadily, his head pressing harder into your arm the closer he was to release. Taeyong came easily at the touch of your soft lips on his cheek, bucking his hips and heavy pants coming out his mouth as the pleasure hit him.

After you finished washing his hair and rinsed his body clean, you instructed him to step out, holding his arm to make sure he wouldn't slip and fall. Once he was safely on the bathmat, you rubbed a towel on his hair, drying up the water droplets dripping from his wet strands. When damp to your liking, you dried up the rest of his body and hung the towel on the rack.

"Follow me, baby." You pecked his cheek and led him into the bedroom.

You found a shirt and a pair of shorts in his closet and dressed him. You guided him to the bed and had him sit at the end of it, telling him to wait while you'd be gone for a minute. To keep him from waiting unattended, you had the fastest shower in your life.

-

In the fridge, you found what looked like leftover fried rice and heated it up. Taeyong sat patiently at the table with his eyes staring off into space. You carried the plate with reheated rice and picked up a spoonful, blowing it cool before bringing it to his lips.

"Open your mouth, baby."

His teeth clamped down onto the spoon that caused him to grunt out from the clinking of metal. You mentally smacked your head for not being careful and immediately thought of a solution. Spooning the rice around on the plate and combining it with your puffs, you scooped the cooled off rice onto your fingertips and raised it to his lips. "Eat, and slowly."

Your fingers disappeared inside his mouth as Taeyong lightly scraped the rice off with his teeth and licked your fingers hotly before pulling out completely to chew his food. You watched him with his weak gaze on you and your core began to burn with arousal at how hot his tongue was on the tips of your touch yet ignored your desire again. The rest of the meal went alternating between feeding him and yourself with your fingers.

Once you cleaned up the kitchen and guided him back to bed, you climbed in and reached your arms out for him. "Come here, baby."

Taeyong followed your voice and crawled on the bed, settling in your arms and you guided his head to rest above your heart. Your arms curled around his head, gently scraping his head and he purred blissfully.

"Sleep now," you whispered and placed a warm kiss on his forehead.

With a content sigh, Taeyong drifted into unconsciousness.

-

After a couple of hours, Taeyong woke up feeling the familiar material of his shirt pressed against his cheek. His body laid safely in your arms, and he raised himself to meet your closed eyes, propping on his elbows to hold him above you. The loss of contact stirred you awake and found your lover looking a lot more well than earlier. Your hand went up to check his forehead, the temperature cooler than before. "You're better."

"Thank you." The words came out as a soft mutter with great sincerity. Taeyong loved that he was feeling a lot more rejuvenated than ever before in such a short time, and it was all thanks to you.

You pressed a long kiss on his lips and pulled back with a huge smile. "Anytime."

His gaze was soft yet intense on you, a fond warm feeling spreading across his chest as his fingers curled against the sheets. Taeyong flashed a wide smile before laying down beside you and pulled you to his chest. His leg draped over yours as his arms secured your waist against his. With both of your foreheads pressed together, Taeyong's eyes drooped shut as he slipped into his dreams. You felt his calm breathing mix with yours and dozed off in the safety of his arms.

Taeyong loved seeing your beautiful legs when you wore short skirts and dresses and so he didn't like it one bit that they were being caged away. "They're not convenient."

It took you a while before you understood what he meant. Looking around, no one was near you and in a hushed tone said, "Seriously? You don't like them because it's not convenient for you to fuck me? These are for work and I'm not having you fuck me while I'm at work."

He finally lifted his gaze to meet yours. With a naughty smirk, he whispered, "Wanna bet?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever, I'm getting this."

His eyes blew up. "No!"

"Give me a proper reason why I shouldn't."

His jaw clenched before another one hit him. "It'll take too long to dress."

You huffed. "More like too long to un-dress."

"It'll be a hassle."

"Tae?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

He sulked and looked away. In a really quiet voice, he muttered, "Lighter colour would look better."

Impressive. "You finally give a proper reason. Good boy," you cheered.

His eyes darkened instantly and before he could lay a touch on you, you held a finger up to stop him. "Nuh-uh, don't you dare even try anything here."

He rolled his eyes and caught sight of formal dresses across the store. "Can't you at least get some dresses?"

"The only ones considered professional are those body tight style that go past the knees. Not a fan of that."

"At least they'll show your legs."

You gave him a pointed look. "I'm not trying to woo anyone with my legs. Plus, I feel like I'm radiating serious boss vibes in pants. At least as a newbie, I'll avoid dresses until I've gained some respect through my work."

He hummed. "What is this business anyway?"

"My dad started his own business in real estate. Remember that small building you came to pick me up and met my brother? That's where he has his small team. His name is doing well and wanted my brother who has no interest in it to carry it on. And that's where I stepped in and saved everyone. My dad's happy, my brother's happy, and I'm happy. I get the business and I still have you. It's a win-win situation."

Taeyong's face turned grim when there was still one member in your family who wasn't happy. "But your mom..." he trailed off quietly.

You sighed and held his face gently, making eye contact. "Yeah, she might not be happy right now, but she'll eventually come around it. Let's be a little optimistic, hm?"

He smiled a little and nodded slightly.

"Good! Now let's change the topic. Do you have a suit? Like a formal, business type suit or something?"

Taeyong shook his head, frowning. "Why?"

You hummed and looked around for the men's section. "You're gonna need one for an event. Go check some out while I change, okay?" You flashed him a smile and headed for the fitting rooms. Just when you were about to close your door, Taeyong pushed it and slipped in. You staggered back a bit from the unexpected force. Puzzled, you asked, "What are you doing here?"

He didn't answer and shut the door before crouching down in front of you and unbuttoned your pants, yanking them down along with your panties in one swift move.

You gasped. "I thought I gave you a task, not an invitation to follow me here for a fuck," you spoke quietly through gritted teeth, hoping no one would hear you on the other side of the door.

"Put your feet up."

"I'm not."

He looked up at you. "See how annoying it is when you wear pants?"

You inhaled deeply and strictly told him, "Get this in your head. I am not letting you fuck me when I'm at work."

You both had a staring competition, his eyes holding utmost determination for what he wanted to accomplish in the small room as his hand gently remained wrapped around your ankle. Unlike him, your eyes shook the longer his eyes burned into yours and so your body reacted, feeling a slight throb in your exposed core.

Silently admitting defeat, you raised your foot and a huge smirk got plastered onto his face. He ripped your shoes and pants off and stood up, shrugging out only enough for his dick before pushing you against the wall and hooking your legs around his hips. His cock lined up to your entrance and held it there, waiting for your permission with a devilish smirk.

Quietly groaning, you whispered, "Don't you dare fucking tease me. Just do it!"

"Gladly."

He slowly pushed into you, both of your sighs mixing as he rested his forehead against yours. You bit into your bottom lip from having to be beautifully stretched out for the first time in nearly 48 hours.

"You feel so damn good, doll," he whispered, following suit and kept his voice low. "It's been a while."

"It's only been two days, Tae. I was busy." Busy learning the work and introducing yourself to the team.

He grunted. "That's too long." Pulling out a bit, he pushed in again, setting a slow and steady pace as he rolled his hips into you. "Not fair," he mumbled against your skin when his lips littered kisses along your jawline.

You shivered as your tight walls hugged him and tried to contain your whine when he wasn't quite rutting into you like the way you loved. If he did, it was going to be a challenge to stop yourself from drawing attention of concerned employees. Instead, you turned your head and sighed softly at the mirror displaying live porn between you and your man. Taeyong followed your gaze and curled his lips up. "Like what you see, doll?"

Your hands balled his shirt, nodding to his question. "Very."

"Good." He pecked your lips and pulled out to the tip, his hands pushing your ass up and giving it a gentle squeeze to get his doll ready for the mission.

And the timing couldn't have been worse when you heard a knock on the door.

"Ma'am, is everything going well in there?" an employee spoke, tone polite, friendly, and unsuspecting.

You gave Taeyong a strict look, silently warning him to not even think of doing anything. "Yeah, everything is- ah!"

Your fingers dug hard into his shoulders, your head flew back and hit the wall when he decided to have some fun by thrusting hard into you.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" Her voice sounded panicky. "Do you require assistance?"

"No!" you squeaked out. You kept your eyes shut and tried to calm your spiked heart down. There were no locks for the rooms and if she turned the handle, then you were screwed. "I'm... changing."

"Alright, ma'am. Let me know if you'd like anything."

Opening your eyes, you glared at Taeyong. He bit his lower lip, being fully entertained by your reaction. "Ye-" Not even one full syllable in, Taeyong repeated his fun, pulling out and jamming into your slick hole swiftly. Your toes curled and you clamped one hand to your mouth to stop yourself from screaming while the other fisted tightly in his hair, not caring if it hurt him. He merely grunted in response.

Thankfully, you heard her heels click away from the door. Your hands went limp to your sides and narrowed your eyes on Taeyong who chuckled quietly. "That was not funny," you scowled after collected your breath.

"It was. You should have seen yourself."

"What if she walked in?"

He shrugged nonchalantly. "Free show."

You smacked his shoulder hard and he laughed it off. "Let's hurry this up. I'm tired."

Taeyong arched a brow. "My doll is tired? How is that possible? We're barely getting started."

You scoffed. "Oh really? After that fun you decided to play out and me making sure I didn't give away what we were doing in here, you don't think it's possible?"

He flushed his body against yours as he pressed you further into the wall, leaving no gap between his chest and your breasts. You silently wished that the two of you were bare chested for you to feel his hard chest against your soft one, though that could wait till you were somewhere out of public place. His fingers came up to lightly trail along your jaw as he hummed against your cheek, the tip of his nose sending tingles throughout your body. "We're gonna have to work on upping your stamina, doll."

Without warning, he dug his fingers into your hips and kept you still as he pounded in and out of your heat, not giving you time to prepare yourself in keeping quiet. Your eyes pricked with tears as you felt the delicious pleasure near and did your best to muffle your moans and cries against your hand.

"You sound so fucking beautiful, doll. You should let it out, let them hear how nice you're feeling," he grunted out and shifted your ass to hit you in a slightly different angle and that was when it hit you.

Your cry hit a higher note, though gratefully not enough to hear an employee call for you again. Your muscles clenched around him as he fucked you out during your high, him bursting inside you not too long after.

After catching your breaths, he set you on your feet and you reached for the wall to hold yourself up as Taeyong fixed his pants back up to his hips.

His eyes landed on the supposed pants for purchase. Casting a nasty look at it, he asked, "Isn't it a hassle? Now you have to put your pants on. You didn't have to worry about that with your dress."

This guy and his hatred for pants was very interesting.

Huffing, you took off the blazer and Taeyong whistled with a pleased look. "Are we going for round two?"

You faked a smile and flung the blazer at his head, covering his sight. His shoulders shook as he laughed while you retrieved your panties from the discarded pants and put your own skirt and shoes back on. You draped the pants over your arm and went to rip the blazer off his head. Taeyong trailed behind you as you made your way to the door.

Opening it, you were stunned by a woman in uniform waiting on the other side with wide eyes. "Uh- I hope everything is okay," she stammered.

Shit. You screamed a series of curses in your head, wondering how long the employee stood there while you were being fucked.

Taeyong calmly walked past your shocked self and stood in front of the woman. He shoved his hands in his pockets and tilted his head. "I wonder what assistance you would have given for our love-making session," he said with a joking glint in his eyes.

All the colour drained from her face as she stood still like a statue. Her expression was masked in sheer horror, and you yelled at him. "Taeyong!" His laughter boomed as he sauntered away. You gave her a sheepish smile. "I'm so sorry," you gently apologized and hurriedly scattered away from her horrified figure. You discarded the clothes on a nearby rack and yanked Taeyong by his arm, dragging him out the store and promising yourself to never step foot in there again.

-

After ringing the bell, the door opened to reveal an unwelcoming-looking mother who was fuming not at you...

But at Taeyong.

Looked like you were off to a rough start. "Mom, this is Taeyong, the one I was-"

Her glare still fixed on the man, she muttered angrily, "He is not coming inside."

Taeyong glued his nervous gaze to the ground while you sternly told her, "Mom, can I talk to you first?" You stepped to the side where Taeyong wouldn't hear you, and she followed without dropping her scowl at him.

"Raymond said he's a-"

You cut her off before she could say anything you didn't want to hear. "I knew about Taeyong when you first asked me."

Her jaw dropped. "You lied?"

You nodded. "Because I knew you wouldn't be happy about it."

"You had perfect Raymond to be with and you let him go because of this... one?" She threw a look of disgust at Taeyong.

You held yourself back from clawing at her. "Raymond was talking shit about us and that was why Taeyong involved himself and how we ended up at the police station. You can even ask the officer there. He knows Taeyong well enough that he's a good person. If you can listen and trust me, I say you forget about that asshole you really like and give Taeyong a chance."

-

At the dining table, your mother kept her eyes trained on the quiet man next to you. Your father on the other hand was eating his meal as if there was no thick tension in the room. Your brother was nowhere in sight and if you had to guess where he was, he would be celebrating with his friends now that the business responsibility was off his shoulders.

"So, what do your parents do?" your mother asked Taeyong.

He swallowed his food slowly, keeping his eyes on the silverware and answered, "I don't have them."

"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's okay. I've never met them."

Your father stopped eating and for the first time lifted his eyes onto Taeyong. Your mother's jaw dropped in disbelief, and your breath hitched, finding out something new yet sad about him. "You've been an orphan?" you asked with gentleness in your tone.

He gave a curt nod.

Recovering from the shock, your mother let out an exasperated sigh. "He grew up without proper guidance. Is he really trustworthy?"

Your jaw fell at her outrageous remark. "Mom!"

She ignored you and asked him, "Do you love my daughter?"

Your father stared at his wife in disbelief. "She's mine too."

"You're not acting like it, stuffing your face in the food-"

"Stop!" You shouted without meaning to and mumbled an apology. "Sorry."

Your mother ignored you and resumed her attention on Taeyong. "So, do you?"

Your heart banged in your chest, worried to hear his answer. Liking was mutual, but love? It was too soon for such a confession without having discussed it beforehand.

But it wasn't for Taeyong. "Yes, I do."

You whipped your head to him, utterly shocked by the response.

Humming, your mother asked, "What do you love about her?"

So subtly, the corner of his lips curled up. "Her beautiful soul."

Knowing fully by what he meant, you coughed.

Your mother scoffed. "Oh really?"

"Yes, as beautiful as you, ma'am," Taeyong stated seriously. 

The air became so still that your father landed his gaze onto him for the second time, not believing someone said that to his wife. You almost gasped loudly at the smooth compliment, impressed that he was going to earn some brownie points without your help.  

Her eyes sparkled, and she couldn't lie to herself that she didn't feel something flutter inside her at the young man's words. "I'm flattered," she spoke softly. "Something this one hasn't said to me in decades," she scowled, nodding at her husband.

"Hey! You never asked for it!"

"I didn't ask for it from Taeyong." She crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at the man across. "What a kind gentleman. But it's not enough. You know the biggest concern I have with him, Y/N."

A soft sigh left your lips as it was time to break the news. "I'm taking the family business."

All eyes shifted onto you with confusion written on their faces. You hadn't told Taeyong the plan as you wanted it to be a surprise.

"You know your brother is having it,” your father stated.

"And you know very well he doesn't want it. He'd rather have the luxury I got and marry a rich girl. I've already started learning from him today. You won't let me do anything else. At least let me handle the business and be with Taeyong, please?"

The two exchanged silent glances. Eventually, your father spoke up, liking your determination. "I don't see anything wrong with it. What do you say?" he asked his wife.

Your mother watched you with a tensed expression. Her eyes shifted between you and Taeyong before dropping her shoulders with a sigh. "Okay."

"Huh?"

Nodding, she forced a smile. "You can be with Taeyong."

It happened. She agreed. You couldn't believe your ears and turned to Taeyong with a huge growing smile, beaming in your seat with excitement bubbling in you. He smiled back seeing your happiness, but it fell slowly when his eyes landed on your mother. Taeyong observed her demeanor, observing the crease in her forehead. He could read it, having seen it often in his life.

She looked troubled.

-

Swirling the milkshake around with the straw, you took a long sip and glanced up at Taeyong. He was lost in his thoughts, mirroring your action with the straw. He only had a single sip so far while you nearly downed half of it. The diner was empty except for another couple sitting afar.

Licking your lips, you called for him softly. "Tae, what's up?"

He lifted his gaze and faked a smile. "Nothing."

You scoffed. "Oh really? Says the one who was really hungry since he barely ate at the dinner and now completely abandoned his burger and only tasted his milkshake. Come on, tell me what's on your mind?"

He stopped playing with his drink and pushed it away with a deep sigh. "Your mother... isn't happy."

You quirked an eyebrow up. "That I know."

Surprised, he asked, "Really?"

Nodding, you said, "It'll take her a while, but she'll eventually come around it. As long as she continuously sees me happy with you, she'll trust you one day. Until then, you just have to be patient. It's a big thing she at least agreed to give you a chance so let's cheer to that!"

Taeyong smiled briefly before it slipped off his face.

"Something else is bothering you, huh?"

"The... the business... you-"

You cut him off with a hum. "You're not happy that I didn't tell you about it, right?"

He sighed and added, "And you're doing that because I... I'm- you know..."

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "No, I'm doing it because I want to. And I don't care about what you have or don't have, as long as I don't lose you. It's nice that it worked out, me finally having something to do with my life, and still be by your side. How better can life get?" Taeyong watched your ecstatic smile, beaming so hard that you might split your face if it went any bigger. He'd do anything to see you like this, and so he trusted your word, his appetite at last opening up and devoured his late night meal.

After leaving the dimly lit diner and nearing his car, you halted your steps and told him, "You know you're cute, right?"

He stopped and slowly turned to face you. "What?"

Giggling quietly, you explained, "I didn't think you were the type to worry about what others felt. I thought you were badass, maybe rebellious type. It's cute seeing you worry about my mom. Other guys wouldn't even care." 

You thought he'd crack a smile, but when he only stared back at you blankly, you freaked out.

Crap, did I push the wrong button? Did it trigger his orphaned life? "Did I hurt you? Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry."

But you didn't. Not when you heard a faint throaty growl. It was so faint that your ears wouldn't have caught it if it weren't for the silence of the near empty parking lot.

In a flash, you were enveloped tightly in his arms as he smashed his lips onto yours, moving rough and fast as if he were starving for your taste. 

No milkshake could quench his thirst for you. 

You melted into the heated make out session and cupped his face. Too lost in the lip lock, you didn't realize when he lifted you until your bum felt the coolness of a metal surface. When he pulled back with lust-filled eyes, you looked around.

He had put you on top of his car's trunk.

"Tae, why-" You were cut off when he reattached his lips onto you, trailing down towards your jawline and eventually settling to attack your neck. His fingers danced along your bare thighs, bunching your dress upward, and you shivered when his fingers traveled closer to your heat. Your legs quivered when feeling the combination of your growing wetness and the coolness of the night. 

Without once abandoning his attack on your neck, he spread your legs apart and his fingers found your clothed clit, circling over it. You let out a loud moan, bucking your hips to silently ask for more. Shoving your panties aside, he pushed a finger inside, making you gasp inwardly and rolled your hips. Abruptly, he plunged a second one in and your body arched backwards, your hands finding the surface of the trunk to prop you from falling. Repeatedly going out and in till knuckle deep and curling to hit the right spots that neared you to release, he watched your beautiful lips spill out soft sighs and silent cries.

"I'm close," you whispered with your brows scrunching up.

And right after you said that, Taeyong stilled his fingers.

Your eyes flew open, panting heavily. "Why you stop?"

With a smirk, he completely withdrew his fingers from your heat and licked them clean. Walking away from you, he opened the driver's door and you realized what he was doing. 

"Are you seriously going to leave me hot and bothered like this? Come back and finish what you started!" you shouted as you hopped off the car.

But he shook his head at you, tsking. "Consider it payback for what you did earlier."

Your blood ran cold at his mean game. "Hey! I gave you what you wanted after! I even let you come that time! That's not fair!" you screamed, stomping your feet madly.

He only chuckled in response, loved seeing you desperate for him, and wanted to drag it a little longer for your reaction until-

"If you don't, then I'm gonna go inside and get that waiter to help me release!"

Taeyong froze, his hand gripping the door tightly with his furious eyes on you. Taeyong had noticed the way that waiter subtly eyed you on your way out and refrained from doing anything more when he caught Taeyong giving him a deadly glare. "You wouldn't." 

You knew you wouldn't. Not after you met Taeyong. But two could play a game. "You know I would, seeing that I've done it before," you said with a sly smile.

He glared at you for a hot second before slamming his door shut and rounded back to you. Lifting you back onto the trunk, he ripped your legs apart and dove his head in between your legs. His teeth nipped at your folds, and you let out a cry in both pain and pleasure. His tongue dove into your heat, making you gasp and sob at how good it felt as you balled up your hands with his hair. Taeyong gave a few harsh sucks, and within seconds you came on his tongue. You cried out his name and your back arched all the way till it laid flat against the rear window as Taeyong drew out your release. After slurping the last drop of your essence, he pulled back and watched your chest rise and fall slowly back to its normal rate.

"That was mean," you said, referring to his game after catching your breath.

He pulled you down till you were on your feet again, holding you up as your legs refused to stay steady. Your thumb swept across his bottom lip to collect your cum. 

"Not meaner than you saying you'd get help from a stranger. Only I get access there. You deserve a punishment,” he said, and his hand flew down to palm his member to life.

You shook your head. "No, I don't. It was your fault for leaving me like that. If anything, you deserve a punishment."

Taeyong liked that and leaned in super close, his hands resting on the car by either sides of your body, trapping you in place. "Oh yeah? What's my punishment, doll?"

You innocently smiled at him and uttered the cruelest thing that his ears had to bear. "You're not getting anything else tonight." With a hard flick of finger at his forehead, he yelped as his hands went up to rub at the burst of pain. Giggling giddily, you dashed off into his car before he'd actually fuck you in the middle of the parking lot.

"Okay then, Taeyoung-"

"It's Tae-YONG," you corrected with a glare.

He disregarded it and continued. "What do you do?"

Taeyong had been warned of this and kept his mouth shut. Instead, you spoke up. "That's none of your business."

"Yes, it is. Clearly, you're replacing me with him, so I need to know what he has that I don't."

You scoffed. "Something really big."

Raymond gaped. "You slept with him?"

Taeyong's eyes widened from the directness, yet you coolly retorted back with, "I meant heart but sure. We can consider that too even though I haven't seen yours."

Raymond laughed, almost sinister. "I thought I was the one doing you a favour to let you take the spot that other girls would die to have. Your mother really..." he muttered the last part real quiet, and something snapped in you with rage.

"I dare you to say that thing about my mom."

He rolled his eyes. "Your mom is the desperate one to have you married off to me. And look at you, next to another guy while standing in front of the one you're supposed to be with. Both mom and daughter are such..." he trailed of shaking his head in disgust.

Your blood boiled, knowing exactly what he was going to say but didn't want the filthy words to taint his mouth. You'd bear with it if it was only you, but if your mother was getting dragged into this, you weren't going to stand it.

"You fucking asshole! Don't you fucking say that about my mom!" you shouted.

He didn't listen to you, liking that he got you triggered and added, "There's that term. What's it called? Ah yes! Motherfucker. I can just imagine your mom-"

You didn't let him finish. In a blink of an eye, you slapped him hard. His head snapped to the side, fingers coming up to touch the stinging cheek. His eyes locked on you in shock as you fumed furiously.

Raymond clenched his teeth with seething anger. "I let it go when you called me an asshole, but this? You're such a slut- no, whore. Go have fun with your new-"

A yelp of pain came out of his mouth when Taeyong had enough of the shit he was witnessing, especially when Raymond called you names. Names that he couldn't fathom you being labeled as. You were an angel, his doll that did nothing wrong.

How dare he had the nerve to? Taeyong thought.

He couldn't stop himself from getting involved when you had strictly warned him from doing so. And so he yanked Raymond by the hair, hard, bending him backward till his arms were flaying around for something to grip onto. "Let me go, dude!"

Taeyong did, letting him go immediately and caused Raymond to fall to the ground. Humiliation burned throughout his body and he got to his feet right away to make an attack. But Taeyong's fists were ready to leave a nasty mark on his face. Taeyong swung it hard right in the center, making Raymond's head bumped backward and he screamed in pain as he clutched onto his nose.

Your hands covered your mouth in shock and fear. It wasn't because Taeyong had butted in for you and hit the jerk.

But for what Raymond was going to do next.

-

The constable on duty strolled in unhurriedly. "Kids these days always get into fights," he muttered under his breath. He sat down at his desk and finally looked up to the three people sitting across with you in the middle. Taeyong crossed his arms and was looking elsewhere while Raymond hissed, holding onto his broken nose.

The officer gasped. "Taeyong?"

Taeyong met his surprised eyes and mirrored it.

You frowned and asked, "You know Taeyong?"

He nodded. "I sometimes help out with the construction crew to manage the traffic so he's a familiar face. It's nice to see you, boy. But I wasn't expecting it to be like this."

Your heartrate picked up and warily glanced at Raymond. He looked like he was too much in pain to pick up on Taeyong's identity.

"Who are you two? Are you together?" The officer inquired when shifting his eyes onto you and the asshole.  

You rolled your eyes. "No, thankfully. I'm with Taeyong. He was only defending me after this..." You sent Raymond a scowl. "...one attacked me. So please don't arrest Taeyong. If anything, it's him," you said, pointing to the injured one.

A smile tugged at Taeyong's lips, seeing you defend him. The officer raised his eyebrows, intrigued that Taeyong had a girl on his side and stood up for you.

Raymond snapped out of his pain and spoke up. "She's lying! I didn't even touch her! Plus, I'm the one needing medical attention!"

"Shut up! Just take the blame and end this. You have the money anyway for treatment," you argued.

"Have you always been this rude?"

"Now that I have an excuse to get you out of my life, yes."

Raymond huffed in annoyance. "I can do anything for you, buy you anything that you want, and this is how you treat me?"

Taeyong stiffened upon hearing the words. He couldn't do that for you. He couldn't buy you anything that you'd ask for. He didn't have the kind of money Raymond did.

Though that didn't affect you and replied, "Then, why don't you go get yourself a sugar baby?"

The officer stifled back a laugh as Taeyong was stunned by your response, touching his heart. He butted in once again and muttered, "While I might not have all the money, I definitely have the strength to snap your neck easily."

Raymond gasped loudly and shouted, "Arrest him, officer! He's threatening me right in front of you!"

The officer tutted calmly. "Nah, I would never on Taeyong."

"What? You're abusing your power to save someone you know? I'll get you fired!" All his yelling was hurting your head and you rubbed your temple in circles.

The officer clasped his hands on the table. "No, I'm not. I know that no matter how strong Taeyong is, he would never use violence under any circumstance, even if a fight breaks out onsite. Him using it on you shows that you were being extremely rude to this young lady and he had to intervene. This is my reasoning for not arresting him. You all are dismissed."

Stepping out of the station, Raymond started laughing hysterically. Your hands wrapped around Taeyong's bicep and gave him a silent signal to not say a word, to which he nodded.

Raymond pulled his phone out and began typing something on the phone. "Your mom is going to be so shocked to hear that her future son-in-law is a laborer."

Your heart got caught in your throat. So he did hear it. "What are you going to do about it?"

"I texted her. Think of it as payback for what he did," he sent you a wink. "May you have all the bad luck trying to get her permission, Taeyoung." With that, he walked to his car and drove away.

Taeyong felt your hands squeeze on his arm. You did your best to stay composed, reminding yourself of the plan that you had in mind. If that went well, then there was nothing else to worry about. Even if your mother knew about Taeyong's work.

"Y/N?" he called for you softly, placing a hand over yours.

The touch brought you to meet his worried gaze and gave your best 'don't worry' smile. "It'll be okay."

He let out a long sigh. "This happened cause of me. Sorry," he mumbled.

Your shook your head. "She would have found out eventually." Your phone began ringing and learned that it was from none other than the one you'd expect. You ignored it and said, "Let's go home."

Taeyong hummed. "I'll drop you off and come later."

Chuckling, you clarified, "I mean our home."

Taeyong's heart stopped beating before going completely erratic. Our home, he thought. He absolutely adored that.

-

You watched him quietly close the door behind him and take off his shoes. Taeyong hadn't uttered a single word on the way back to his place, making you worried when he refused to make eye contact with you. "Tae?" He finally did, meeting your concerned look. "What's wrong?"

He shifted his gaze to the floor and still kept quiet.

You huffed and mischievously narrowed your eyes on him, "Where's the confident stranger I asked help for the first time?"

That brought a very subtle tug at his lips. Success!

You cupped his face and lifted it, making him meet your eyes again. "Seeing you like this makes me sad," you said with a pout which made him chuckle softly. "Remember our deal in the car?"

That seemed to excite him as his eyes darkened rapidly. He licked his lips with half lidded eyes and asked, "Really?"

You nodded with a tender smile, glad to see him back to the version of Taeyong you were used to.

With quick feet, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and sat comfortably on the sheets, pulling you to sit on top of his lap. A loud gasp left your mouth when he flushed his face against the skin above your covered breasts, his hot breath fanning over your chest and your shoulders shook as a shiver crawled up your spine. You were confused with what he wanted in this position until he started grinding up into you, going slow and steady until his pants grew super tight and your core began to throb. You mirrored his action, grinding down onto the hard tent and a beautiful moan fell from his lips.

Taeyong's hands came to your hips and lifted you off briefly, enough to unbutton his pants and pull out his dick. He shoved your panties aside and slowly pushed in while you helped simultaneously by sinking down.

"Fuck, doll, so pretty." His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on the feeling of being enveloped by your paradise.

You set a pace, steadying yourself with hands on his shoulder as you bounced on his cock. He rolled his hips up to meet you perfectly and you cried out quietly at how heavenly he felt deep in your womanhood. You mewled when he tugged one strap of your dress over your shoulder, letting it fall and expose your breast to the air. His mouth attached to suck on your nipple, your hands coming around to hold his head close to your chest.  

When he got close, his pace slowed before stopping altogether and came hard into you, your pace not slowing to draw out his release and shortly after, you came.

"Where on earth were you, young lady?" she yelled.

Ignoring your mother was bound to land you in trouble. You had thought through a ton scenarios on your way back home, none of them seeming fit. Telling her about Taeyong had no positive outcome no matter what you tried to envision. You knew he was going to be rejected by her. So you settled with lying. "I was with Raymond." Your mother would never contact him to ask about your whereabouts because that would technically leave a bad impression of yourself to him, that you were the type of girl to disappear at night and not return till the next day.

She narrowed her eyes on you. "Oh really? You know, I was just on the phone with him, asking if he was available to take you out today." Oh shit. "And he mentioned that it'll be great since he hasn't seen you all week!" her voice raised at the end. "Now where the hell were you?"

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that you were going to have to say the truth as any other lie wasn't going to work on her. "I was with someone."

"Who?"

"A guy."

Your mother gasped. "Is he rich?"

This was the part where you didn't know what to do. You thought back to Taeyong's apartment and you could tell right away that he wasn't earning anywhere close to what your mother's requirement was. The truth was the right thing, but that was surely to rip you apart from him. Your granted access to walking to the library every night would be immediately canceled, or even going out anywhere in general unless Raymond was picking you up. Then, there would be no more Taeyong and you couldn't stand to imagine that.

Lying would save you and let you continue to see him. But you'd have to be careful with what lie you'd pick. Your mother was a nosy one. She would right away want to see his place and inquire about his workplace, even going as far as contacting where he'd work to confirm the details. She was dead set on having you married off to the money-loaded.

"Well... he looks rich." That wasn't a lie. He was so handsome that anyone would think he was the heir for some luxurious company without knowing his background. "And we went to a really nice hotel after so I don't know much about him. But I really really like him, mom. I wanna stop seeing Raymond when all I can think about is him. Please?" you pleaded with big puppy eyes despite that it never had any effect on her.

Your details seemed to have made her somewhat pleased. "He sounds prosperous." She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes on you. "I'm not taking back my word and you better go out with Raymond today. But I do want to meet this guy of yours for dinner tonight. If he meets my expectations, then I'll cancel the alliance with Raymond. Deal?"

Your heart was pounding hard in your chest, fearing for what was going to happen at night. At least she was giving Taeyong a chance and a way out of your meetings with a guy you had zero interest in. You were going to have to prepare both yourself and Taeyong for the dinner to get her approval. "Deal," you said, nodding frantically.

"What's this guy's name?"

"Taeyong."

She hummed, quietly speaking, "Let's see how this Taeyong is."

-

You looked at the small building that was currently owned by your father. The lights were out but you knew your brother was in there. Bursting through the doors and into the office room, he sat on the grand leather chair with feet on the desk, playing on his Nintendo switch. He glanced over at you and huffed. "Nice to see you alive, lil sis. Do you even know the shit I had to hear mom rant on-" You strode up to the desk and slammed your hands on it, making him jump and pause his game. "Geez, you didn't have to scare me like that-"

"I need the business."

He blinked at you. "Are you crazy? I'm here sacrificing my Saturday morning acting like I'm learning and you want dad's business?"

You nodded.

He arched a curious brow. "Why?"

"You know they won't let me do anything. They can't say no if it's their business. Plus, you'll be free from this hellhole."

A mischievous smile formed on his face. "Are you trying to bargain with them for something? Why are you getting the idea now?"

You trusted your brother with your secrets as you two were ill-fated with parental expectations. "I... like someone."

"And he's not rich, is he?"

You shook your head.

He hummed, "I can teach you then."

-

You had texted Taeyong the details for the day. He had two things to tackle. First, meet this Raymond guy with you so that you could cut him out of your life. And second, prepare to show his best version of himself in front of your family for dinner.

He pulled the vehicle in front of the building that you texted. While waiting for you, he thought back to the black dress that you left behind intentionally at his place.

A little souvenir from me, you joked.

You knew you were going back to his place again and decided to let it stay there, all pretty with memories rushing back to how good he made you feel.

Taeyong saw you walking out of the building with a guy behind you. When your eyes met his, you grinned and began jogging over to him, making him step out of his car with his heart fluttering.

"Taeyong, you're here!" you exclaimed, beaming hard. While you didn't know how the meeting was going to end between Taeyong and Raymond, you were excited to end things off with Raymond and focus solely on spending time with the guy you had recently grown fond of despite the little time.

The little time containing quite high quality memories.

Your brother caught up and asked, "So this is him?"

You nodded. "Yup, he's Taeyong. And Taeyong, this is my older brother."  

Taeyong gave him a curt nod. "Hello, it's nice to meet you."

Your brother chuckled. "It sure is, meeting the one that stole my baby sister's heart. I'll come for you if you break it."

"That won't happen," Taeyong answered with seriousness. He couldn't fathom breaking the heart of his precious doll.

"I hope it won't. I'm expecting you to be better than that jerk Y/N's been set up with."

Taeyong side glanced over to you and you gave him a warm smile. "Taeyong can't be compared to him or any man that mom grows heart eyes for. He's a diamond in the rough."

Taeyong's breath hitched at your compliment. No one had ever called him that.

"Well then, good luck Taeyong, trying to get on our mom's good side." With a wave, your brother walked back into the building.

"See ya!" you yelled and turned to the one beside you, only to be met with twinkling eyes. "Tae?" When he didn't respond, you placed a hand on his shoulder gently, and he broke.

He smashed his lips to yours, sucking hard on your bottom lip as his hands rested on your waist, pulling you close till there wasn't a gap between you. Making a small noise of surprise, your hand went up to cup his cheek and the other went to the back of his head, caressing the soft dark strands. The sensations of your fingers lightly scratching his head was turning him on, making him release a moan and grind his hips into yours.

You gasped when you felt his cock harden against you and pushed him back a little. "Not here Tae," you scolded softly.

He desperately whined. "Please?"

You looked around the area. It was a quiet block away from the busy streets, and you were sure that your brother was back in the office playing his game, so you weren't going to get caught by him.

Huffing, you pushed him into the backseat of his car, instructing him to lean against the other side. When you climbed in after, he pounced on you, his arms coming around to keep you still as he stuffed his mouth with your clothed breasts.

"Oh baby," you breathed out and the new name for him got him excited, resulting him to gently bit down open mouthed, making you mewl and you attempted to push him away with your hands on his hard shoulders. He obeyed and eagerly waited for your next move.

Your hand went to tug at his pants. He lifted his hips to help you with the action, clearly thrilled to meet your warmth around him again that he was addicted to.

He groaned when your hand wrapped around his shaft and thumb rubbed over the head as precum began spilling out. But when your head began to lower near it, he stopped you. "No, I want this," he whined as his fingers went under your dress to circle over your covered folds, hoping that would make you desperate for his cock to be buried into your cunt.

You were resolute and pulled his hand away. "Either you get my hand or nothing. We have somewhere to be and I'm not gonna risk getting messed up. We'll do anything you say after it's over. Deal?"

His cock twitched in your hold at your tempting words. "Anything?"

"Yes."

Taeyong licked his lips and agreed. You lowered your head and took his erect member into your mouth as much as you could. His mouth fell, head falling back when feeling your moist hot mouth around his cock. Your tongue swirled around getting your saliva to coat him perfectly before removing your mouth. You spat on your hand and grasped his throbbing dick.

"Lay down," you ordered. And he did without a complaint. At that point, all he wanted was a release.

You shifted to hover over him, your hand pressed into the seat beside his head as the other one began stroking him slowly. A gasp left his mouth and he shut his eyes to feel your delicate hand do the dirty work. "Faster, doll."

You increased your pace as he began bucking into your hand, desperate for an orgasm to hit him. You kept your eyes trained on his face, observing the way his mouth hung open as quiet sighs spilled out, his brows furrowed. When he was close, he lifted his eyelids, only to be welcomed by your burning gaze just inches away and that was when it hit him hard. He stilled for a brief moment as hot thick ropes spurted out, letting the initial lightning pass by before breathing out a series of curses. "Fuck, doll, fuck."

You kept a hand over to stop his cum from staining your dress and only coat your palms. His stickiness ran down the sides of his length.

Once it was over, Taeyong's head went limp yet his tired eyes kept trained on you as he was catching his breath. His legs twitched ever so slightly when you licked his cum off your hands and hummed.

"Tastes good, doll?" he asked cockily.

"Of course," you replied with a smirk. "After all, it goes inside me."

He let out a faint growl at your words. "Don't say that. You make me want to fuck you right now."

You trapped him by pressing your other hand beside his head and lowered your head super close to him till you felt his hot breath fan over you. "Good thing the deal is stopping you."