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The mellow morning sunlight playfully peeked through the gaps in the curtain before spilling into the quiet bedroom, where two men lay huddled together, their limbs entwined in a peaceful embrace. Soft snores and contented sighs filled the air as they instinctively scooted closer, seeking warmth beneath the barely-there sheets. The golden rays hesitated for a moment, shyly dimming as they met the elder man's honey-tanned skin and the broad expanse of his back. Yet, ever persistent, a stray sunbeam slipped past, caressing his cheek before settling tenderly upon his almond-shaped eyes.
Taehyung stirred awake, his eyes squinting as they adjusted to the soft morning sunlight. He sighed, licking his lips before carefully sliding his hand out from beneath his boyfriend's head, replacing it with a pillow. Stretching his fingers to ease the lingering numbness, he reached out to gently tuck away the boy’s bangs, brushing them behind his ear. With a quiet tenderness, he pulled the crumpled sheets over him, ensuring he stayed warm.
Turning toward the bedside table, Taehyung grabbed his phone. 5:57 AM, it read. Exactly three minutes before his alarm. . . This wasn’t unusual for him. He was a morning person, always making the most of the quiet hours before heading to the university. And no, he wasn’t a student, just in case you were wondering. He was, Dr Kim Taehyung.
A professor of Sociology at the School of Humanities and Social Sciences in Seoul National University. . . But beyond this title, and beyond being notoriously handsome and dangerously smooth with his words, Taehyung was many things: A dedicated gym rat. An exceptional cook. Hopelessly in love with his 20-year-old boyfriend, Jeongguk, who studied at the very university he taught at and was currently nestled beside him. And, if the universe had not been generous enough to him, he was also unfairly good in bed.
The moment the 6 AM alarm went off, Taehyung reluctantly peeled himself away from the warmth of the bed. His movements were slow, deliberate, as if savoring the last remnants of his half-dazed state. He wore nothing but a pair of white trousers, stretched sinfully tight against his hips, uncomfortably so, thanks to the ache throbbing between his legs. A direct result of his sweet little boyfriend grinding against him in his sleep all night, completely unaware of the torment he'd had put him through. But, Taehyung wasn't complaining. . .
Suppressing a groan, Taehyung ran a hand through his messy, sleep-touseled hair before slipping the other into his pocket, palming himself lightly as he made his way across the room. His phone hung loosely in his grip, but his mind was elsewhere, clouded, burning, desperate for relief.
He stepped inside the bathroom. One, to relieve himself. Two, to freshen up. And three, to deal with the mess his boyfriend had unknowingly left him in. . .
Almost twenty minutes pass before Taehyung finally steps out of the bathroom, droplets of water still clinging to his chest and back as he dabs a towel over his damp locks. His gaze instinctively drifts to the bed, where Jeongguk lies curled up on his side, stubbornly turned away from the sunlight spilling through the curtains. A soft chuckle escapes Taehyung’s lips ; two years together, and Jeongguk’s little quirks still amuse him to no end.
Shaking his head with a fond smile, Taehyung quietly leaves the bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen. He moves through the morning motions with ease—brewing coffee, preparing breakfast, all while the warmth of familiarity settles over him. Time slips by, and when he returns to the bedroom, coffee mug in hand, laptop tucked under his arm, Jeongguk is exactly where he left him, deep in slumber, unmoved by the alarms that had been going off in relentless succession.
Setting his mug and laptop down on his desk, Taehyung settles in, fingers gliding deftly over the keyboard. By the way, he didn't didn't bother putting on anything, comfortable being bare until he gets ready to leave. He scans through his lecture slides, fires off quick responses to student emails, finalizes assignments, and double-checks his research deadlines. The quiet hum of clicking fills the space, interrupted only by the occasional buzz of another alarm, each one falling on deaf ears.
By the time his coffee mug is drained, the clock reads 8:03. Jeongguk’s first class starts at 9:00, and yet, Taehyung knows exactly how this will play out. . . And sure enough, the alarms keep going off. 8:10, 8:15, 8:20, each one promptly snoozed or ignored as Jeongguk remains utterly oblivious, breathing slow and steady in the cocoon of his blankets. Taehyung watches in quiet amusement, one leg crossed over the other, as his boyfriend sleeps through the mechanical chime of the 8:30 alarm, utterly unfazed.
But Taehyung knows it’s time to intervene. Like every other morning. . .
He rises from his chair and strides toward the bed, settling beside Jeongguk’s sleeping form. His fingers thread gently through the younger’s silky locks, voice dropping into a soft murmur.
"Darling," he coaxes, brushing stray strands from Jeongguk’s forehead. "It’s 8:30. You need to get up. Your class starts at nine."
Nothing. Not even a twitch. Taehyung sighs, tilting his head as he watches the younger remain completely unbothered, lips slightly parted, lashes fluttering against his cheekbones.
His patience waning, he grabs hold of the blankets and yanks them away in one swift motion, exposing Jeongguk to the cool morning air. The younger shudders, groaning as he instinctively curls into himself, seeking warmth that no longer exists. But Taehyung doesn’t relent. His dark eyes trail over the sight before him. Jeongguk’s small frame wrapped in nothing but a loose silk t-shirt, one of Taehyung’s own, riding up just enough to reveal the soft expanse of his stomach. Smooth, milky skin glows in the dim light, the gentle curve of his waist leading down to his bare thighs, untouched and unblemished. Taehyung exhales sharply. This brat.
Jeongguk absolutely despised wearing pajamas, opting instead for just his panties and, if Taehyung was lucky, a flimsy top. It was a sight that shouldn't affect him, not after two years together. But it does. Every damn time. And yet, despite the loss of warmth, despite the alarms screaming every five minutes, despite Taehyung’s blatant efforts, Jeongguk remains perfectly still, his breathing slow, steady, undisturbed, lips slightly parted as if taunting Taehyung with how utterly unaffected he is.
Because unlike Taehyung, Jeongguk could sleep through anything. Thunderstorms. Fire alarms. Even if the entire damn building collapsed, the brat would probably roll over and murmur something about it being "too noisy." And a pesky little alarm clock? That was a joke.
Therefore, Taehyung takes matters into his own hand and mounts the bed, slowly flipping the boy and making him lay on his stomach, his big hands slowly spreading his thighs. His dark eyes rake down his chest, his tits poking against the top, almost tempting him to slip a hand in and fondle with them. His eyes trailed further down, the boy's taut tummy rising and falling as he breathed. Ultimately, Taehyung's eyes fell upon his darling's crotch. His cute baby pink panties with little bunnies snuggled tight against his folds, so tight that he could see the outline of his cunt.
Taehyung licks his lips greedily, descending upon the sleeping boy's mound before gently mouthing on his soft pussy. Jeongguk’s face falls into a frown, his thighs subconsciously trying to close themselves, and Taehyung let's him, let's him trap his head between his glorious legs. He keeps nibbling onto his panties, his spit mixing with the boy's essence as he progressively grew wet due to the elder's ministrations. Yet, he didn't seem the slightest close to waking up.
Taehyung pulls away briefly, his fingers grazing the damp fabric of Jeongguk’s panties. So wet. So filthy. A smirk tugs at his lips as he takes in the glistening sight, soaked through, clinging to every curve, every delicate outline. He cocks an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his dark eyes before ge grips Jeongguk's soft thighs, prying them apart with ease. The elder lets out a quiet exhale as he strips him of the ruined fabric, tossing it aside carelessly.
The moment Jeongguk’s bare heat is exposed, Taehyung freezes, staring, drinking in the glistening sight. The scene of his arousal invades his senses, thick and intoxicating, making his cock twitch impatiently inside the confines of his trousers. Eager to return home, to Jeongguk’s tight, honey pot.
With deliberate slowness, Taehyung tugs down his trousers just enough to free himself, his member throbbing, heavy in his grip. He strokes himself lazily, coating his tip in Jeongguk’s slick as he teases the folds, running his length through the wetness. With a quiet hum, he presses against the tight entrance, rolling his hips forward just enough to stretch him open. A slow, torturous slide. His length disappears inch by inch inside him, until he's fully sheathed inside. His pretty, pretty cocksleeve.
Jeongguk whimpers softly, his walls fluttering against the familiar organ as if instinctively trying to pull him deeper. He fists the sheets, breath turning sharp. Taehyung steadies himself as he bottoms out, grinning with pride as he stares down at the trembling boy under him. . . The alarm goes off at 8: 40, and as it keeps ringing, Taehyung pins the boy's wrists above his head and fucks him awake.
He snaps his hips forward, hard and deep, burying himself to the hilt. He knew he was big, big enough to see the outline of his manhood on his sleeping beauty's lower abdomen. What an obscene sight. But, he knew unless and until he pounds his way into the way, he can't fuck him awake. In the next moment, Taehyung thrusts hard, enough for Jeongguk to cry out and snap his eyes open. . .
Blurry at first, dazed, Jeongguk blinks up at his figure, his boyfriend moving back and forth with that killer grin on his lips. The younger moans with each thrust, his thighs trembling, yet he wraps them around his boyfriend's waist as he moves inside him with ease.
"I thought it'll take more than just a quickie to pull you out of your dreams," he grunts, "baby."
Jeongguk pants, struggling to answer. "Tae hyungie, " he whines, his mind clouded with pleasure. "you know I can't wake up unless I have you inside me..." He shamelessly admits, throwing his head back when Taehyung grazes over his g-spot and keeps abusing that place.
"I've spoiled you more than I should've,"
The elder scoffs, quickly rubbing the younger's pearl to get him off. Soon after, Jeongguk squirts around his pulsating length, his essence spurting out in weak bursts as Taehyung pulls out and jerks himself off, releasing over his now reddish-pink cunt, just to see their own fluids mingle with eachother.
"Now that you're finally awake, go brush your teeth." His voice drips wigh amusement as he tilts his head towards the clock. "It's already 8: 50. Let's say if you make a run for it, you'd be late only by 15 minutes."
Jeongguk barely registers his words, still panting, his body humming with the aftershock of the orgasm. His fingers twitch before sliding down between his thighs, tracing the slick mess Taehyung left behind. He shudders, pressing against his sensitive heat, trying to soothe himself.
"Fucking 9 AM classes," he mutters, voice hoarse, frustration laced with exhaustion.
Through his half-lidded gaze, he takes in the sight of his boyfriend— getting dressed in his perfectly ironed shirt and those trousers that looked way tighter than they were supposed to be. Taehyung was always composed, always put together, the very picture of discipline. And while he was gawking at his round ass, he noticed Taehyung had even set out his clothes, placed his toothbrush next to his sleek black tumbler, which no doubt held his beloved banana milk. Thoughtful. Reliable. Jeongguk swears to God, Taehyung is everything he could ever want.
Jeongguk crawls out of the bed and approaches the elder, who had his back turned to him as he wore his watch. A small noise of surprise escaped his lips when he felt Jeongguk backhugging him and rubbing his face on his back.
"What would I do without you, Tae hyung-ie?" He chimed, his voice filled with affection. Taehyung turned around and cupped his face, pressing a sweet kiss on his nose, making the boy giggle.
"Aigoo," he sighs with a smile. "You're still naked. You really have no shame, sweetie. Planning to go to college looking like this, hm?" He raises an eyebrow in question, clearly teasing, but Jeongguk being the brat he is, just has to play along.
"Well," he slurs with a mischievous smile, "if you want me to, then I sure will." He grins, throwing his hands over Tae's shoulders while the man holds him by his waist, stating deep into his eyes.
"Tell me, Tae hyung-ie, may I?" He asks with those big, big doe eyes of his, full of innocence unlike that dirty tongue of his. "I could wear a mini-skirt, if that's what you like, minus my panties of course," he licks his lips, feeling himself dripping once again.
"O-or, I could wear that transparent jumpsuit you bought for me last year." He suggests, watching as the man's grip on his waist tightens.
"You sound way too eager to have people's hungry eyes on you, peach." He says, his voice laced with possession, his eyes dark with an emotion bordering on jealousy.
"You worry too much, Tae..." he smiles sweetly, leaning forward to press a kiss against his lips. "this... is all for your eyes to see, your hands to touch, and yours to own."
Jeongguk gasps, when Taehyung suddenly spanks him, watching his ass jiggle under the impact.
"Truth be told." He grins, his hand still resting on the soft flesh. "And, you've successfully missed your lecture."
He grins. "Not if you postpone it, Prof. Kim."
Jeongguk shamelessly exploits his privileges, and Taehyung sighs, already exasperated by his bratty behavior. Still, as Jeongguk dangles his legs off the bed, happily sipping his banana milk, Taehyung gives in and texts their class rep, Park Jimin, to postpone the lecture. The moment he hits send, Jeongguk flashes a triumphant, toothy smile before hopping off the bed and darting into the bathroom.
The day progressed as usual, with Jeongguk diligently attending his classes and Taehyung preoccupied with his lectures. It was nearly 7 PM when Taehyung finally stepped into the apartment, only to find a sulking Jeongguk curled up on the couch, arms crossed over his chest.
"Did you have a lot of work today?"
Jeongguk asked softly, his voice laced with mild frustration as he reached up, taking Taehyung’s belongings from him.
"Yeah, somewhat," he sighed, rolling out the tension in his shoulders. "Let’s get takeout tonight, hm? Darling?" He murmured, reaching out to tickle Jeongguk’s chin. The younger hums in response, standing up and padding toward their room without another word, leaving Taehyung watching him with an amused smirk.
After dinner, the two lay entangled on the bed, Jeongguk distractedly playing some silly mobile game while Taehyung typed away on his laptop, working through a few unfinished emails. But then, Jeongguk suddenly giggled, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"My morning classes got postponed tomorrow," he chirped, rolling onto his stomach and propping himself up on his elbows. "I can sleep in all morning, hehe."
Taehyung grinned at that, shutting his laptop and placing it aside. His fingers carded through Jeongguk’s soft hair, lazily ruffling the strands before trailing down his nape.
"Hyung-ie, can we do it tonight?" Jeongguk asked, voice lowering slightly, his tone seductive. He moved into Taehyung’s lap without hesitation, his body melting against him as his clothed heat pressed flush against the elder’s prominent bulge despite not even being hard.
He raised a brow, amused. "I already took care of you this morning," Taehyung mused, though his grip on Jeongguk’s waist tightened ever so slightly. He didn’t push him away—instead, he pulled him closer, fingers brushing over the dip of his spine, teasingly slow. Jeongguk pouted, rolling his hips just enough to draw a reaction from him.
"I wasn’t awake enough to enjoy it properly," he murmured, his lips dangerously close to Taehyung’s ear. "You always take control, and I just... lie there and take it like a greedy slut."
Jeongguk grinds himself as he speaks, his folds almost mouthing upon the man's growing erection through the thin fabric of his lace panties. Taehyung entertains the boy's advances, his long, long fingers slipping past the elastic and feeling the wet, warm slick seeping out.
"See, Tae hyung-ie, my greedy, greedy cunt just can't wait to swallow you, ah..." he moans, his eyes half closed as he shamelessly grinds harder, close to humping himself on the man's lap.
Taehyung simply watches him, a sadistic grin on his lips as he gently tucks his panties to the side and lets the boy make a mess out of himself on his pants.
"Hyung-ie, hyung-ie... please, can I ride your cock?" He begs sweetly, his nails digging into the man's shoulder as he rubs himself against the rough fabric of the elder's grey sweatpants that now looked filthy with his slick and discharge clinging onto it.
"Fine," he says with a grin, a strange kind of confidence in his tone that suddenly made Jeongguk tense, in a good way. In a way that told him, his boyfriend was going to make good use of him. Good use of his cunt.
As soon as Taehyung speaks, Jeongguk doesn't hesitate. He strips off his soaked panties in one swift motion, his breath hitching as he watches Taehyung pushed down his sweatpants, revealing his thick, veiny length that made his mouth water, and his insides flutter in anticipation.
His fingers tremble as he wraps both hands around the rigid heat, feeling the weight of it against his palms. The warmth, the pulse, the sheer size— his mouth parts involuntarily, a soft whimper escaping as he instinctively squeezes, mesmerized by the way it twitches, demanding more. . .
Jeongguk licks his lips before lowering himself, his warm tongue dragging itself from the base upto the head. A fat, hungry stripe, before his lips shyly wrapped against the swell of his tip. Taehyung's grin faltered as he bit back a moan, his hand itching to grab the boy by his hair and shove his cock down his throat, but he refrained.
Jeongguk took his sweet time sucking him off, simultaneously, scissoring himself open with his fingers as he readied himself to descend upon his "throne". Once Jeongguk deemed himself ready, he kneeled right on top of his erect length, slick with his spit and precum and slowly swallowed it in. His lips fell apart in bliss, the stretch so addictive and orgasmic that his whole body trembled once he was all the way in, ball deep.
"Such a good boy," he murmured deeply, his hands gliding down the boy's chest and resting over his waist to support him. "a good boy's who's nothing but a horny little bitch behind closed doors..."
Jeongguk moans at the degrading words, his walls clenching around his boyfriend's hardness while the latter grins.
"Get done with it fast, peach. Unlike you, someone has students to teach at 9."
Jeongguk whines at his words, then a sharp spank echoes through the room which gets him going— riding the man slowly and steadily, his eyes rolling at the back of his head as he curses under his breath everytime the tip breached his forbidden depths.
"T-Tae hyung-ie, may I come, may I come?! Ahhh," his breath hitches, "can I please come?" He cries as his stomach caves in, yet he keep riding him, pushing himself as far as he possibly could before he falls apart.
"So soon?" He cocks an eyebrow, "weren't you supposed to make me cum first, sweetie?" He mocks, pressing against his lower stomach, making things harder than it already was for the poor, edging boy.
"P-Please come, hyung-ie, I, I can't—mmh, ahh, I can't..." his movements falter, as he goes still for a few seconds and shakes like a leaf, climaxing first.
"Tsk, why make a fool out of yourself, darling?" He bloody giggles as he watches the boy tremble on top of him. "I've told you several times to not overestimate yourself," Taehyung says as a matter of fact, before pinning the boy down, his member still inside his orgasming cunt which he pulls out seconds later. Still hard, still throbbing, still ready to burst a nut.
Taehyung strokes himself lazily while Jeongguk recovers from his high and when his vision becomes clearer, he sees the red tip right in front of his face. As if on cue, he opens his mouth and Taehyung comes inside, copious amount of that viscous fluid tricking down the corner of Gguk's lips as he struggles to swallow every last drop.
"May, may I have seconds, please?" He asks shamelessly, his body spread out, completely wrecked, still trembling subtly on sensitivity.
He scoffs, "What will you do when I'm gone, huh?" He mocks, curling a finger across his spent folds and bringing it upto his lips and licking it, as if he was having some snack.
"Huh," he scoffs back, "you think I can't function without you railing me everyday? Hah, think again..."
"Cause, fuck yeah, you're right."
"I see," he grins, "Then how will you wake up for your morning classes while I'll be at Busan for two weeks, hm?"
"What are you bullshitting about?" He frowns confused.
"I have guest lectures to take there. It's a two week ordeal, and I can't avoid it. My research advisor has asked me to do so, if not, he'll unnecessarily make this hard for me. You know big of an asshole he is?"
Jeongguk deflates at his words. With Taehyung gone there's no fucking way he's waking up before 12 in the noon. The 75% percentage attendance margin will bite him in his ass if he misses classes for two whole weeks. Shit. But Taehyung’s research was important too. With a smug look on his face, Jeongguk spoke.
"I'll be fine," he mumbles, voice hoarse after all the mòaning and gagging.
Taehyung chuckles at his bravado, sliding his hand up the boy's stomach, his fingers tracing the sticky mess on his skin.
"Really? You're saying that now, but in tw days, you'll be whining about how lonely you are. How you can't sleep. How you can't even get up in the morning without me."
Jeongguk's pout was automatic, his lips pressing together stubbornly.
"Not true. I'm not a kid, hyung."
"Not a kid," he echoed, running his fingers down the boy's bare chest, feeling him shiver at the ghost of his touch. "And yet, every morning, you wake up to me between your legs begging for my cock before you can even open your eyes properly."
"T-That's different," he stutters, face burning in embarrassment.
"It's not," he interrupted, his voice silky smooth, hus romance sinking into every word. "You need me, darling. Your body knows it. You wake up so wet, so desperate. If I'm not here to take care of you..."
Tae let the words linger, watching Jeongguk’s thighs pressing together, his body already betraying him. That's when he reached over to the night stand, pulling out a sleek black, box. Jeongguk barely registerd it at first, still lost in the warmth of Taehyung’s body. But when Taehyung flipped the lid open, revealing a small, curved toy nestled inside, the younger's stomach tightened.
He blinked up at his boyfriend, suddenly fully awake. "Hyung-ie... what is that?"
Taehyung grins, pressing a kiss on the boy's flushed cheek.
"Your new alarm, baby."
His breath hitched, "You're joking." He says in disbelief.
"Am I?" He tilts his head, eyes glinting in amusement. "You say you'll be fine without me. So let's put it to the test."
Jeongguk’s mouth opened, to protest, to argue, to any anything. But before he could speak, Taehyung pressed a button. A low, deep vibration filled the space between them. The younger's breath got stuck at the back of his throat as he stared at the buzzing object pinched between Tae's fingers.
Taehyung leans in, brushing his lips against Jeongguk’s ear.
"Let me show you how it works."
The younger shudders, but he didn't resist as Taehyung gently nudged the object against his wet folds and slid it inside his warm core. The buzzing became dull, however, Jeongguk could suddenly feel those vibrations travelling throughout his lower abdomen, making him clench his thighs and leak further like a pathetic bítch in heat. With glossed over eyes, he looks up at the elder, who hums, turning off the object with a tap on his phone.
"You're going to wear this while I'm gone," he murmured, his voice dripping with authority, with something dangerous. "Every morning, at the time I usually wake you up. It'll turn on." A tap on the screen and the vibrator sprang to life, a sharp, unexpected jolt ripping out a whine from the younger's red, parted lips.
"If you get up on time, it stops." Another tap, the vibrations ceased, leaving behind a cruel, aching emptiness.
"But if you snooze it..." he grins, tapping on the screen again, and the vibrations intensify.
"It gets worse." He taps again. The younger grips upon the sheets.
"More intense." Another tap. Gguk thrashes about, moaning.
"More unbearable."
One final tap, and the went batshit crazy inside him. . . Jeongguk's thighs trembled, his body reacting instinctively, grinding helplessly against the thin air. His whines morphed into breathless, broken pants, pleasure clawing its way through him, leaving him gasping, writhing, completely at Taehyung's mercy.
"Until you wake up properly..."
Taehyung finished, watching satisfied and amused as Jeongguk fell apart right in front of him. His chest heaved, his lips swollen and slick, his eyes hazy with need. A sticky mess oozed down his thighs, proof of how wrecked he was, how thoroughly trained he had become.
And that’s how Gguk ended up here. Two days later. Alone. With the alarm vibrating inside him at full intensity.
The night before. . .
"Have you worn your toy yet, pup?"
Taehyung asks in a low voice. The timbre echoing through the Bluetooth earpods Jeongguk has been wearing as they conversed on the video call. Taehyung left this morning, right after waking up his boyfriend in his unconventional yet effective manner. And, in order for Jeongguk to wake up on time tomorrow, he was making sure his little freak of a boyfriend doesn't dare disobey him. Upon realising Jeongguk wasn't answers and was instead looking around nervously, Taehyung got his answer.
"Wear it right in front of me," he commands, his voice sinking lower and sending a pulse of heat right into the younger's core.
Jeongguk slowly crawls out of the bed, in nothing but his tight as hell panties that hugged his fleshy assets. Taehyung monitored his movements through the webcam, as he scoured through the drawer and pulled out that rather innocent looking object and crawled back onto the bed.
"Tae hyung-ie," he looks at him with big eyes. "Please make me wet, so that I can put it in easily..."
Taehyung's pants tightened at his words. Yet, as he watched him strip his panties, baring his sinful, needy cunny. His fingers itched to reach out through the screen and assist him "properly".
"What a shame," he slurs, "you're so fucking spoilt, you can't even touch yourself
Jeongguk whines at his harsh words. Yet they worked like magic, making his pussy throb in need and clench against nothing.
"I bet you're itching to have me there right now. To have me spread your legs and eat you out while you just lay down and sob everytime I flick that naughty clitty of yours."
The younger grows progressively wet. His slick trickling down his folds and wetting the sheets underneath. Taehyung palms himself as he witnesses the scene, his chest swelling in pride on realising just how much his words affected Jeongguk.
"If only you could look at yourself right now," He smirks, licking his lips. "you look like those camboys who put up a show for those perverted hags on the other side of the screen, leaking like a goddamn faucet."
Jeongguk moans, his trembling hands shakily placing the toy near his hole and as soon as it makes contact. His greedy little cunny swallows it whole like vacuum. Gguk gulps as he feels the object nestling itself inside, moving as if it had a life of its own.
"Wear your panties before it slips out, peach." Taehyung murmurs with a small smile, watching as the boy trying to crawl away.
"Not fresh panties, you dumb whore. Wear your soaked ones."
The younger let out a needy sob, before grabbing the panties he used to clean the sheets he wet just now and slowly put them on. The wetness bothering him a bit, but he'd rather bear the discomfort than disobey his Taetae.
"Good boy." He praises, and if he wasn't away, he would've patted the boy for his obedience.
"Good night, sweet pea. I'll fuck you in your dreams." He blew a kiss and disconnected the call.
Next morning. 8 o'clock.
Jeongguk barely stirred when his alarm buzzed the first time. His body was warm, buried under the covers, his limbs heavy with sleep. Somewhere in his dreams, ge thought ge heard Taehyung’s voice— deep, teasing, like it always wat in the mornings when he whispered dirty things against his ear.
But Taehyung wasn't here. Jeongguk frowned, eyes still shut as he shifted lazily, his thighs pressing together, squeezing a portion of the blanket to make himself feel less lonely. That's when he felt it— a slow, deep vibration, thrumming inside him, making his stomach clench.
Oh. Right. The alarm.
His lashes fluttered, a sleepy whimper slipping past his lips as his body clenched down around the toy inside him. It wasn't overwhelming yet, just a gentle, insistent pulse, teasing hus insides, warming him up. He could ignore it. Probably.
Jeongguk groaned, dragging his phone off the nightstand without looking, fingers fumbling against the screen as he pressed snooze. Big mistake. The moment he tapped it, the vibrator jumped in intensity, sending a sharp, sudden jolt through his body. His breath hitched, fingers tightening around the sheets as his hips bucked involuntarily, humping against the crumpled blanket.
"Nngh— hnn, ah-hngh!"
His legs tensed, thighs trembling as the toy pulsed inside him, pressing snugly against the aching spot deep in his gut. His pussy leaked due to the simulation, soaking his panties and the blanket the more he tried to turn it off. Poor, poor Jeongguk. His dazed mind just couldn't differentiate between the snooze and off buttons, as a result of which he snoozed it once again.
The vibrations intensified, and while Jeongguk desperately willed himself to open his eyes and stop this pleasurable torture, the phone slips out of his palms and falls to the ground. Before Jeongguk could fret upon it, the toy throbbed at an even higher level. Such a high intensity, that Jeongguk could practically hear the buzzing.
"T-Tae hyung-ie, puh-please," he begged, but sadly Tae had no means to assess the situation.
Jeongguk lay writhing on the sheets, helplessly letting the toy wreck his insides until he came, and came again. And kept cumming throughout the morning before the toy ran out of charge. He was indeed a dumb whore, like Taehyung said. Because, if he actually used some brain he could've simply pushed the toy out and escaped from this long string of prolonged orgasms.
But, Jeongguk simply stayed put on bed, drenched in his slick and load. . . He finally sat up on the bed after almost one and a half hours, still recovering from his orgasm. However, as soon as he stood up, he fell flat on his ass. His legs were jelly after all that humping and thigh clenching. Anyhow, he dragged himself to the washroom and finally took off his panties, the toy falling out pitifully from his hole with a small thud.
"You little menace..." he cursed under his breath. "I missed my classes because of you."
He blamed the toy like a child, picking it up and washing it under the basin. Fully naked now that he stepped inside the room to attach it to its charger, a message notification appeared on his phone and he tended to that instead. Afterall, it was his boyfriend's custom notification.
Incorrigible as ever. You kept snoozing it until it ran out of battery pleasing you...
Jeongguk licked his lips, both embarrassed and aroused upon realising he beat this stupid little toy. (He didn't, let him be delusional)
This thing is broken, Tae hyung-ie. I missed my classes because of it :(
He lied, like the brat he was, staring impatiently at the "recording..." option, until the voice message got delivered.
"You're deluding yourself, darling. I saw how pathetically you were sobbing on the bed. Rubbing yourself so filthy hard, you almost had a seizure as you came upon that toy."
Jeongguk froze as he heard him speak. How. How did Taehyung know all this? Then another voice message came.
"So what if the toy is broken according to you?" He chuckled, "you couldn't even stand properly after the 11 orgasms you had."
"You saw me?" He typed in disbelief.
"My eyes were glued upon you ever since I left."
"H-How?" He gulped, waiting for his reply.
"Because, I never left."