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Later That Day - Library, Second Floor (Private Study Room)

Taehyung was losing his mind.

He sat at the far end of the table, pretending to read the same page for fifteen minutes, but his eyes never left you. You stood by the bookshelves, flipping through a thick textbook, biting your lower lip thoughtfully.

That same lip you had dragged across his skin last night.

That same mouth that called him "pathetic" while riding his c*ck like you owned him.

And you did. You f*cking did.

His fingers twitched on the table, thighs tight. He could still feel your heat around him-wet, tight, punishing.

He clenched his jaw, eyes dropping to your legs. That damn skirt was short. Too short. You were teasing him, weren't you? Acting like nothing happened. No hello. No glance. No mercy.

You turned a page, hips shifting, making your ass stick out just slightly.

Taehyung's breath hitched.

That was it.

He stood abruptly, heart pounding, fists clenched at his sides. His c*ck strained painfully against his jeans.

He walked over, silent but desperate, stopping behind you.

"M-Mummy..." he whispered, voice already cracking.

You didn't turn.

"Need something, baby?" you asked calmly, still scanning the page.

His eyes dropped to your waist, your skin exposed where your top had lifted slightly. His hands itched to touch. But he didn't. Not unless you told him to.

"Please... please come with me," he begged. "Just five minutes. I can't-I can't focus. My c*ck's been hard all day. I feel like I'm gonna lose it."

You finally looked over your shoulder.

One sharp look.

And Taehyung froze.

Eyes wide. Pupils blown. Panting.

You smirked.

"Lead the way."

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Private Study Room - Locked Door Behind You

As soon as the lock clicked, Taehyung dropped to his knees, head down, hands behind his back.

He didn't care if anyone saw. He didn't care if someone heard.

He needed you.

"Please, Mummy," he whispered. "Please use me. I'm sorry for earlier. I should've never teased you in front of the boys. I need to make it up to you. I need you."

You stepped closer, letting your bag drop on the desk.

"Look at you," you said softly, stroking his hair. "Kneeling for your nerd. So cocky this morning... now you're just a dripping mess."

He nodded quickly, leaning into your touch. "Yes. I'm your mess. Your toy. Please... let me taste you. I need it."

You took a seat on the desk chair, legs spreading slowly, the hem of your skirt lifting to show black lace panties already soaked through.

Taehyung's eyes widened. His mouth parted like he was about to cry from the sight.

You chuckled. "Pull them down. Use your teeth."

He crawled closer, trembling, gripping your thighs to steady himself. He lowered his head and gently bit the waistband, tugging them down so slowly his nose brushed your inner thighs.

When your p*ssy was bare, his lips hovered-breath shaking, mouth open.

"Please..." he whispered.

"Eat."

He didn't need to be told twice.

His tongue licked from bottom to top, slow and deep, groaning as your wetness coated his lips. You gasped softly, fingers sliding into his hair and yanking hard.

"Fuuuck... that's it, baby. Right there. Keep licking."

He moaned into you, lips wrapping around your cl*t, sucking softly while his tongue flicked fast. His hands slid up your thighs, squeezing your skin like he couldn't get enough.

You pulled him tighter against you, grinding on his face, your hips rolling.

"You want forgiveness?" you moaned. "Then make me c*m. Right here. Right now."

He whimpered, licking harder, desperate to please. His nose rubbed against your cl*t, his mouth messy and wet, chin dripping.

You were getting close. So close.

And he could feel it. He moaned louder, tongue pressing flat and fast, hands gripping your thighs tighter.

You cried out, thighs clenching around his head as your orgasm ripped through you-hot, tight, wet.

Taehyung held still, letting you ride it out on his tongue, swallowing every drop like he was starving.

When you pulled him back by the hair, he looked up at you with swollen lips and glassy eyes, his c*ck painfully hard under his jeans.

"Did I do good...?" he whispered.

You leaned in, wiping your wetness off his chin with your thumb. "You were perfect."

He exhaled shakily.

"But you still don't get to c*m," you added coldly, pulling your skirt back down.

"W-what?" he gasped. "Please... no, please, I need it, Mummy-my cck hurts, it's throbbing-please let me cm inside you. Please just ride me once. I'll be so good-"

You stood up and reached for his jeans. Slowly unbuttoning them. Slowly unzipping. His c*ck sprang out, red, swollen, and dripping.

You gave it one slow stroke, watching his thighs tremble.

He whimpered like a broken thing.

"No fcking," you whispered. "You'll cm when I say. Not a second before. And if I find out you touched yourself..."

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his ear.

"I'll make you edge in front of my mirror for an hour. No release. Just me watching while you cry."

Taehyung sobbed softly, nodding. "Yes, Mummy. I-I won't touch. I swear. I'll wait for you. Only you."

You gently tucked his c*ck back into his jeans, kissing it through the fabric.

"Good boy."

Then you fixed your lipstick, grabbed your bag, and walked out, leaving the door unlocked behind you.

Taehyung stayed on his knees for another full minute, breath shaking, c*ck aching, heart pounding with something deeper than lust.

Obsession. Devotion. Need.

He was ruined.

And he'd never want to be fixed.

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