You're so cute, like a doll. You'd let us get to know you a bit?" Yeonjun's voice resonates from the side of you he sat beside. You turn to look at him only now noticing his golden-hued eyes.
Very pretty.
"Of course." Your response came out in a reassuring tone, the pair falling harder and harder for you as each second passes. Yeonjun's hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to him, the tips of his fingers dancing dangerously close to your inner thighs.
"You gotta boyfriend?" He sing-songs. Taehyun leans in closer despite only being two feet away, his hands folded and rested over his lap. "Not technically." You chime out, feeling as though you'll go dizzy from the tantalizing scent of the man beside you.
"Not technically?" It's Taehyun's voice you hear now. "I mean, 'm not with Tubatu , but sometimes they treat me like a girlfriend." Which wasn't far from the truth. Your relationship with Tubatu could be described as something similar to a friends with benefits ordeal. Not quite, but not far off.
"Your little boyfriends would probably be disappointed if they found out you were here, huh?" In response to Taehyun's question, you shake your head. "They don't have to know."
So perfect and so fucking dumb. What did they do to deserve you?
Yeonjun's hand trails up your abdomen, to your sternum, and right under your jaw where he grips your throat with the lightest pressure and angles your head upwards to meet his eyes.
Those same friendly orbs from before diminished into something colder, with the faintest hint of mirth behind them. "Be honest with me, pretty baby. Who do ya think is gonna win today's race? Me, or Taehyun?"
Hypnosis is what it felt like when you stared into his eyes, attempting to muster up an answer that would satisfy both parties, although you just... didn't know. Tae's eyes narrow as they land on Jjun's, the quick glance they give each other filled with devilry.
"I-I don't know." You give him your final resolve. Yeonjun releases his grip on you and moves his hands back to your thighs, slightly pushing them open to reveal the barely there panties you wore underneath your skirt. "Don't know?" Hanemiya's voice is whispered against the shell of your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. "How 'bout we show you? You'd like that?" Hands that were previously between your thighs find themselves tugging down your little shirt, kneading the flesh of your tits softly. You elicit a low whine, nodding your head as Taehyun situates himself between your thighs, using his sharp teeth to pull the fabric of your panties down until they hang off one ankle.
"Imma make ya feel fucking good." His eyes lock onto yours as he uses his tongue to switch between flicking and sucking at your clit. Yeonjun settles behind you, allowing you to somewhat rest against his back while he continuously plays with your nipples.
Taehyun's tongue is dangerous, he's messy. The feeling of the wet muscle in and out of your core causes a docile whine to reverberate from your throat. He keeps your shaky legs open with his large, calloused hands, his pointed nose inadvertently aiding in the pleasure stemming from your clit and the only way you can really react is by bucking your hips up like a desperate whore. You couldn't help it, he knows he's too good.
"Tae-Taehyun!" You stutter out, hand moving to tangle in his dark locks, tugging gently. He returns your whine with a groan, speeding up his ministrations which make your hole twitch around him, legs threatening to close any second. From his perspective, you looked like an angel. Everything about you so sweet, cute, and innocent. Just the thought of knowing how other men have had their way with you, gets him harder than a fucking rock.
It's incredibly messy at this point. Yeonjun's lips take purchase on yours, kissing you sloppy and rough. His fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples cause you to go crazy, just a thread holding you back from your orgasm. You're so incredibly wet too, Taehyun can't even tell if the strings of slick dripping down the bedsheets come from his saliva or the growth of your arousal.
