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The most mysterious legend in the Apex games had to be your favorite. You had a special place in your heart for tech geeks, such as yourself. Working behind the cameras, drones, and editing for the games gained a respect from the legends. Most of them you got along with -- got to know some through Mirage's crazy get-togethers.
But it was just your favorite, and only him that was hesitant to speak to you -- even now, after all the time that's passed.
Despite the efforts to include him in conversations, and social interactions, you knew you couldn't blame yourself for his responses -- or lack thereof.
Crypto is a man of few little words, and those words mostly went to Natalie -- not that you minded. You took keenly towards her as well.
Your body heaves with a long inhale, the stress tingling over your mind and chest, your eyes burning with the sudden disinterest in the computer screen in front of you.
Work in these positions certainly was a headache, because the professionalism and how powerful the boss is spewed exacting standards.
Through another sharp intake of breath, your spine pops in your upper back, the sore muscles aching on your shoulders.
You took a quick and refreshing drink of your water, your hands moving to your face to rub your eyes, immediately forcing your attention back on the game clips.
Playing the last piece of the unedited film, you made note that the game was moving rather quickly, the tension rising through its climax.
There were seven squads left on round three, the numbers dropping in a matter of minutes.
Everyone seemed to have centered in Fragment, you commented to yourself, eyes glued to the screen, mouse in hand.
Now, it was down to two squads, the teams of three relocating in mirrored directions. One squad found positioning near Train Yard, squabbling for ammo and shield, seemingly escaping a Third Party tactic.
The other just ahead located at Lava Fissure, they took their grounds as well, their Evo leveled up all the way.
You took a closer look at the drone footage, seeing Crypto was on this squad, along with Bangalore and Loba. A well balanced team, you'd have to give some credit to the game hosts, they know how to pick their squads.
Sure, they don't have a positional advantage like the other team does, with Pathfinder and Octane, but there was one thing that stood between the two squads.
Everyone expect Octane could use their ultimate ability.
Octane played a big part in movement, and the ring was closing more toward Lava Fissure, not where Pathfinder's team was located.
Soon enough, they started moving into Fissure, which resulted in them getting caught with Crypto's drone.
The camera placed nearby their position zoomed in on Crypto's reaction, to which he muttered a small, "Couldn't hide for long." With a subtle smirk on his face, he release his EMP, stunning the three on the other squad, Bangalore quick to call in her missiles soon after.
Your hand moved without thinking, clicking back to rewatch Crypto's screen time, placing that part on a separate project, replaying the footage.
The pit of your stomach felt like molten Lava, sudden arousal swirling and pooling in your gut.
Your face felt hot, burning with the shameless attraction you had towards the scout legend.
However, there was shame to be feeling this way about a Legend, no rules to bind these desires from you, but you worked with him nonetheless. It was so -- naughty. Your pussy tingles at the sight of him, the sound of him, how could you look him in the eye again?
Fuck, it's highly unprofessional to cut pieces of the Apex Games for yourself -- especially for this reason in particular.
You couldn't stop yourself, your canine toying with your bottom lip, your hands slowly trailing all over your heated, overworked body.
They stopped on your clothed breasts, the air of your room slowly succumbing to the heat of your person, your fingers encasing around the mounds on your chest.
You groped yourself, nipples hardening through your bralette, poking through your thin shirt. Fingers swirling around them, a low moan rumbled in your throat, breaths quickening as your other hand moved south to the hem of your shirt, slowly peeling it from your skin.
Your eyes never left the screen, playing back every sliver of his voice, every movement he made, every breathtaking moment he had on screen.
The way his hands moved when reloading his weapons, the way he clenched his jaw when he was concentrating.
What was he doing to you, you ask yourself, lifting your hips off of your chair to hook your thumbs under your skirt, pulling them down to your ankles.
Making yourself comfortable, you scoot up the seat, folding your legs so your feet can lie on the arm rests.
Just in your undergarments, you shiver for a moment, letting the heat of your arousal soothe the cold air off your limbs.
Your hand slithered down to your clothed pussy, teasing your sensitive nub from over the lace. A whimper left your throat, your finger retreating to run down to trace over your entrance, teeth catching your bottom lip once more.
The ache in your core grew more tense by the minute, but you wanted to embellish in these moments of teasing, riding up your own body to pretend -- that his hands were yours, expertise and knowledge flowing through them, skilled in pleasure and many many other things.
Fuck, you didn't even know his real name, you tried to reason with yourself for a moment. This was unprofessional in every way -- his tongue swept over his bottom lip.
You were done for, the itch waiting to be soothed.
You hiked your panties down your thighs just by an inch, your hands moving to pull your bra down, breasts suffocating the laced fabric.
With shaky, excitement filled hands, you ran your middle finger over your wetness, soaked down to the bone with your decadent thoughts. Slipping the finger in, your thumb wasted no time in circling your clit, pleasure immediately buzzing through your body, down to your toes.
"Ah! Crypto, fuck." You moan, choked, soft cries soon powering over the softened volume of your computer.
"I can't -- oh my fucking God." You cry to yourself, eyes pasted to him, watching him move to reload his Volt SMG. The way the veins in his hands moved.
You were close, hips bucking into your finger, fucking yourself back. Sweat slowly crept onto your skin, a thin layer working itself up.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" You dragged out, head backing into the wall of cushion on your rolling chair. "Crypto!"
It felt taboo, calling out a stage name, your co-worker's nonetheless.
Toes numbed from the countless clenches, your hand gripped the arm rest while the other moved to toy with your nipple.
Your orgasm ripped through your core, surging through you like endless volts of electricity, your eyes hooded over with content, still looking into the eyes of a man you don't know, calling out his alias. Your chest heaved with breathlessness, legs quivering with the Earth breaking release you had, hole still twitching around your finger. You hadn't realized you were gripping your breast so hard however, letting it go with a wince, the sensitivity of your nipples causing you to twitch once more.
Once you regained your breath, you retract your finger from your warmth, bringing it up mindlessly to your mouth, licking a stripe up your digit.
You pull up your panties. Slowly moving your feet off of the side of your chair, hips sore, aching with pain. You hiss, hand flying to help close your legs.
On second thought, it would have been better to move to your bed, but you couldn't complain now.
You haven't orgasmed in weeks, and you were already feeling much better, invested back into the working mood.
Same as before.
He's always made your imagination run, which was really helpful when porn just -- didn't make the cut.
You felt horrible thinking about your crush this way, but a part of you couldn't help it. You felt untamed, ready to embarrass yourself.
It was already so late, you figured you could finish the footage in no time.
When the morning crept through your curtains, you peel open your eyes, blinking in your wake. You stretch your legs, eyes glancing over at your phone, which lit up, the alarm ringing annoyingly. Groggily dismissing it, you rolled out of bed, and got ready for work.
Dressing in your finest white garter and garter belt, you threw on a blush pink pencil skirt over them, with a white button down to match.
You hurried along the giant building, USB stick with edited footage in hand, you dropped it off at your boss' office, hurrying to yours to check your emails.
When sitting down however, you notice the lime green sticky note tossed on your keyboard, adorning black ink.
' It is important to be careful what you do behind your screen, 못된 여자 '
Your heart quickened in your ears, face burning with shame and humiliation.
Could this have been him, the question circled in your brain.
No, many people on the office spoke Korean, this is just a coincidence, you told yourself.
Maybe this was a joke, you fold it up and shove it in your shirt pocket. You decided you would have to translate the last bit later, not in the workplace.
It was brought up by yourself constantly as you worked, mind racing and jumping to conclusions. When you got home, you shrugged your purse off your shoulder and ran to your laptop, plucking the sticky note from your shirt pocket.
"I know this part means woman, but--" You were frozen, eyes widened in shock.
Your screen was forced to black, the words typed out -- not by you, just appearing on screen.
' It means naughty woman. '
Speechless, your body unhinged with the unusual situation.
Was this a hacker, you asked yourself.
"Who -- Who are you?"
' You'll see '
It blinked for a moment before returning to your Google page you left off on, your mind utterly muddled and filled to the brim with overthinking.
So they can hear me, your breath hitched in your throat.
Swallowing thickly, you tucked your cold feet under your thighs in a crisscross position, jabbing the sticky note over the camera, in a fit of vexation.
Your privacy was breached. It all clicked now.
Someone was watching you the night before.
Someone saw your most intimate moments, your most sensitive parts.
You were angry, embarrassed, intruded.
Determination fluttered against the emotional distress in your mind, the fury still boiling through your chest. You were going to find out who did this. You were good with computers, and it was time you put your skill to your own use.
A dangerous game to play, but one game that meant something to you.
There wouldn't be another game for another week, giving you plenty of time to kill.
Reaching for a drawer in your desk, you rip it open, grabbing one of the many pairs of ear buds you had, cutting the mic off, and plugged it in your laptop, cutting off your hacker's ability to hear your surroundings.
You planned on doing the same for your phone, since they probably had access to that as well.
All night you spent searching, looking anywhere for holes that could've allowed whoever this was to dig in deeper into your devices.
For hours you looked, high and low, through thick and thin. Not a single thing.
It was well into the early morning now, and you still had work later on today. You called it a night, considering prodding at Crypto later.
He might have some information, or he might help you, either way, you need to find out who this was.
Sleep was almost damn near impossible. You spent half of the time left to rest awake, the feeling of violation still shuddering about the back of you, feeling as though you're still being watched.
When you woke, you were pissed. At the world, at yourself for being so -- careless.
You knew about the dangers of the internet, of technology. What others can do with it. You knew the possibilities and yet -- you got caught in your most vulnerable moments.
Ultimately, you came to an agreement with yourself to find Crypto, either through Natalie or on your own.
Hell, you'd chase him down during a game and you wouldn't give a shit at this point.
Knocking lightly on Crypto's living quarters, you waited for any type of movement, noise, anything on the other side of his door.
Alas -- nothing.
So he wasn't here, you concluded.
Where else would that handsome devil be, you thought.
It clicked. Natalie did mention training after the game earlier in the week.
Jogging toward the training area across the adjoining facilities you were employed at, your eyes searched over the high synthetic and sandy training grounds for the scout legend. Spotting him over by the rack of shotguns, you moved your body quickly, sliding down the sand hill and onto the grated flooring.
"Hey, Crypto." You pant, brushing hair from your face over your ear. "Firstly, I want to congratulate you on the game, you played really well. The endgame footage was insane." You start off, seeing him nod in acknowledgement. He hums, shooting the training doll with his Mastiff. "Oh I know you liked it."
Your heart skipped a beat, brows furrowing in confusion. What did he mean by that, you questioned.
Was it a post-game cockiness he picked up on, either way, no matter how you looked at it, it came off strange.
"Yeah, well, you're only one of the most underrated Legends to exist." Crypto's lips curl into a grin, a light chuckle fanning his lip. "고마워." His smile was contagious, intoxicating, like a sweet poison. His voice was husk, his native tongue making you swoon, barely containing your reactions.
"There is a reason you came searching for me. Someone is searching for you, and succeeded." Just as he finished saying this, Natalie came running towards the two of you, stopping with a sweet smile on her face. "Hello Y/N, Tae." The smile on her pink lips faded away quickly, realization perking her expression as she slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes meeting Crypto's. "I'm so sorry, c’était ma faute!"
Wait -- she just said his name. His true name. The gears in your mind came to a halt, your body freezing, as if you heard terrifying news. "It's alright Natalie, I don't mind if she knows, she's not in any position to reveal a secret." His grin fades, and his face softens with a long sigh.
"I trust you, not because you're a fan, but because you always make an effort to include me, and for that, I apologize for making it so difficult." His honeysuckle eyes met with yours, the anxiousness in his face making your heart drop. "You haven't made it difficult, I promise. You've just made the chase a lot more satisfying." Letting out a small chuckle, a smile forms on his lips. "My name is Park Taejoon, please refer to me as such when no one is around." Nodding in agreement, you immediately made a mental note, slapping respect of his wish with a harsh reminder to yourself. Giving a warm smile, you reassure him, "Nice to finally meet you, I hope to become best friends in the near future."
You couldn't form what he had meant earlier, however. But he gave an all-knowing gaze in your eyes, glaring into them almost, a mocking grin on his face.
"Ah! You've told her! I knew you liked her! This means a lot to him y'know. And what have I said about threatening people you like? It doesn't make a good image for you." Natalie scolds, mindlessly inspecting her Mozambique. She turned toward you. "Don't mind Tae, you're growing on him." Her smile returns. "Really? I couldn't tell." You said, humorous sarcasm dripping from your tone.
"He may act like he doesn't take a liking towards you Y/N, but --"
"She doesn't know what she's talking about."
Chuckling, you felt your face flush with heat, hands dampening with a fluttering nervousness. "I know what I'm talking about, don't lie, you're terrible at lying." Natalie demanded, pushing his arm, eyes squinting playfully at him.
"Aw, Taejoon, I feel the same way! You're my favorite after all." You teased, squeezing in one final joke before you excused yourself to your office.
It's been two years since Crypto -- Taejoon, arrived to play for the games. He's finally beginning to open up, and you were beyond joyous upon the idea, the progress, no matter how long it took to make.
The day quickly bled into night, your walk back to your living quarters short and sweet.
The company saw fit that their employees and Legends has living spaces near the facility, so nothing gets stalled or delayed while the seasons return. Now that you've been working with them for three years, you've made your reserved spot feel something like home. An apartment almost.
Unlocking your door, you thought back on your interactions with Tae-Joon earlier, something off-putting about the comments he made.
The look he gave.
Your hand fiddles with the locks on your door as you close it behind you, eyes scanning your surroundings.
Everything was in place, the normalcy not soothing the intense wave of anxiousness that clouded in your mind and gut.
You almost dropped your phone, body light on your feet, head spinning as you came to the realization.
As much as you didn't want to consider the possibility, the answer has been right there the entire time.
Taejoon was your hacker.
Taejoon saw you play with yourself watching clips of him.
Taejoon knows your dirty little secret
Rushing over to your laptop, you ply it open, ripping the sticky note from the camera, snatching the ear buds from the headphone jack. "It was you. Park Taejoon, you were the one who was watching me. My, here I was, not wanting to believe Natalie."
Awaiting a response, or reaction of any kind, you were almost surprised to not have any. "So what? You're not going to say anything? Don't have any slick shit to say now huh?" Sinking down in your chair in front of the computer, you smile in amusement once your screen faded to black -- in a similar fashion as the last time.
" I wouldn't be talking. You were fucking yourself to the thought of me. "
Appalled to hear his voice on the other end, your heart jumped in your chest, mind stuttering to keep up with the surprises. The vulgarity in his deep, silk voice made tingles whip toward your center. Scoffing playfully, you crossed your arms.
"And you were the one watching me."
There was a gap of silence before you tapped your chin. "You know what I think? I think you're infatuated with me, in every way that I am toward you, and you just won't admit it. But it's okay. Until you do, and prove it, in a friendly, sarcasm free way -- Oh, wait a second, I'm sorry. Now that I think about it," Your lips curve into a mischievous smirk. "Mirage might appreciate me more than you do. He might enjoy to see me in this more than you ever will."
Hands slow, you slide each button through their slits with a delicacy, so gentle and skillfully, he had ought to believe you made this button-down.
The bold obsidian shade of black lace that smoothed over your breasts, the tiny bow in the middle topping your chest off like a present on Christmas. "Oh yes, that reminds me, he did say he's a fan of black on me. Oh my! He'd love a video of this. I better start recording, I'm so excited, so nervous." You mutter, almost to yourself. Hand now gripping your mouse, you open your camera application, hitting the record button.
" Don't you dare send this to him. "
Eyebrows knitting on your face, you glared through the camera.
"You don't tell me what to fucking do." You corrected him.
Fixing your hair a little, pushing and pulling all the strands back where you want them, you smile to yourself, admiring your reflection a little. You cupped your breasts, turning slightly to give the video more visuals of the bra you had on. You stood, adjusting the hood of the laptop to you could step back, more than half of your body in full view.
" You're playing a dangerous game. "
His voice boomed over the other end of the computer, warned through clenched teeth. "And what do I have to be afraid of? I'm not yours, I can do as I please." Brushing off his warning, you continued, your hands running over your curves and edges.
Turning to your side, you bent yourself, ass poking out into view, giving its desired effect, your panties teased underneath the short black skirt that hugged your hips. Your hand smacked it, the light jiggle rippling through both the camera and the material. "Oh fuck, Elliot." You hum, slapping your ass with a harsher force. "I want you so bad." You hiss, moaning as you gave yourself another.
" 씨발. "
Hearing something click on the other end, you paid no mind to him for much longer, mind submerged in looking as seductive and hypnotizing as you could muster.
This was cut short with loud bangs on your door, your body jolting at the sudden noise. Thoughtlessly answering it without throwing on your shirt, Taejoon pushed himself in, slamming and locking the door behind him. Heart thumping in your ears, eyes matching the shock you felt run through your limbs. He slid his glasses off his face, discarding them on the table by your door.
He wore black, square lense, thick rimmed glasses.
How cute, you thought.
"Allow me to made a few edits to your video, 내 사랑." Taejoon's voice was husk, laced with every naughty intention and purpose. He backed you up into your bed, which you fell onto, hovering above your form. You caught his simple black t-shirt in your hands while falling, bringing his body closer to yours as you fell.
He pulls out a screened device, and taps around on it for a few seconds before you notice in your peripheral, the laptop screen has changed -- to an angle that wasn't possible. Directly at both you and Taejoon. It then came to your attention there was a drone silently sitting in the air behind Taejoon's slightly damp black hair.
"It sounds like I need to show you how much I appreciate you, Y/N. How much I enjoyed your show, your attention." His hands grip your ankles, pulling you to the edge of the bed, his waist meeting the space between your thighs. The heat of his painfully hard cock emit through his black sweatpants, his length pressed right against your core. Your head rolls back a little, a small, need filled whimper clogging your throat, a small grunt in his.
"You looked so beautiful when you came all over those pretty fingers." He whispers in your ear after he leans, hand dipped in the mattress next to your head. Taejoon blew on your ear, a shiver quickly cackling down your spine. "I want you to say my real name this time." Your legs already positioned, folded up above you, his hand reached down to tap your ass gently. "Let me hear you say it." He demanded, in a much louder voice. When you didn't do as asked, he swung his hand back, sweeping from under you to smack your ass with full force. Jumping at the sudden cracking pain in your ass, a yelp ripped from within you. "Say it." He orders coldly. "Taejoon!" You whine, earning another slap, repeating yourself in a similar cry, "Taejoon!"
"Sounds much better, doesn't it?" He chuckles, licking the shell of your ear. "Yes." Breathless, his hands move to your chest, groping and caressing the soft mounds. A moan rumbled in your throat as his fingers purposefully brush over your hardening nipples. "Don't hold any noises back, 애인." Taejoon whispers, one hand slithering down your body, fingers hooking over the hem of your skirt and panties.
Lifting your hips to aid him in your undress, you were soon left almost completely bare, vulnerability soon shrouding the confidence you had. Taejoon seems to notice this, his lips pecking yours in a reassuring manner. "You are beautiful, 자기야." Feeling the cold metal of his hands travel between the apex of your thighs, you shiver, hole twitching in anticipation.
"Tell me," Taejoon's hand cupped your clothed sex, finger drawing gentle circles on your clit. "What do you want Y/N?" A whine crawled from your throat, turning your head to the side to hide your face.
You couldn't beg him -- you couldn't muster the courage to.
Taejoon tsks in a playful manner, taking your chin in his cold, robotic fingers. "Beg for me." He spoke in a demanding tone, finger still ghosting over your sensitive flower. Breathing in, you hide your face in your arms. "Please." You mumble, wanting to avoid his eyes. He uses more pressure on your clit, causing a long whine to fall from your lips. "Please what?" His voice was dangerously low, his other hand taking your hands from your face. "Look at me and tell me what you want."
Swallowing thickly, you allowed him to take your chin in his hand, luring your eyes into his. "Taejoon, please, fuck me."
With a light huff of amusement, Taejoon kneeled to his knees on your carpet, throwing your thighs over his shoulders, securing them with his arms. His desire filled eyes never left yours, even when blowing on the heat of your core. It made a shiver run down your spine, toes clenching in anxiousness that quivered in the pit of your stomach.
His head disappeared between your thighs, your hand moving down to run your fingers through his damp, jet black hair.
A breath hitched in your throat, a soft gasp following suit, feeling his decadent tongue lick a stripe over the vulnerable bundle of nerves.
A low grumble of laughter erupted from between your thighs, his tongue returning to your clit.
The sudden surge in please put an arch in your back, clenching at his strands of hair. It flicked skillfully, drawing all sorts of patterns and shapes, all of which were putting pressure on the coil within you, threatening to burst. Your slick arousal mixed with his saliva, adding an impossible amount of wetness on your sopping heat.
"Fuck! Oh my -- ah! Taejoon! Taejoon!" Your words barely made it through the long strings of cries, almost sobbing in the immense amount of tingling pleasure. Electricity burned down your waist to the ends of your toes, which curled and clenched uncontrollably. His mouth closed around your flower bud, suckling lightly, adding vibrations with a small hum. Your head perks up in disbelief, your mind melting, your hips attempting to buck into his mouth, stopped by his grip on your thighs. "I'm gonna -- oh fuck! Taejoon!" "Cum for me." Appalled at the husk -- indecent demand, his tongue returning to see you to your release, which burst through the entirety of your body.
White stars swarmed your vision, your hole twitching beyond your control as the waves of your orgasm rippled throughout your body. "Taejoon!" You called, the climax ceasing to its end. Breathless, your eyes finally open, hands releasing his hair, watching as he came up from between your legs, licking his lips. As he stood, you noticed his hand palmed the massive erection in his sweats, small grunts mantled in his throat.
On shaky legs, you slowly sit up, Taejoon meeting your lips with his. "Lay down." He softly ordered between kisses, a small noise of protest ushering him to stop. "I want to return the favor." You insisted, hands threatening the waistband of the soft material of his sweatpants. Cool fingers grasped your hands, pulling them around his neck instead, deepening the kiss. "Not tonight." His hands dipped in the plush mattress beside your head, hovering over your form as you lay flat on your back once more.
Your hands clutch as Taejoon's shirt, tugging on it. He got the message, breaking the kiss to pull it over his head, and discarded it on your floor.
Your fingers brush through his hair once more, sliding down to cup his face. Breaking the kiss for air, you pant against his lips, slightly swollen with a matched lust. Taejoon pulls his sweatpants and boxers off his legs, his hand gripping his mast cock, tip red and weeping with precum. Your nethers tingle in an endless arousal, mouth watering, suppressed with a thick swallow.
Nervousness fluttered in your tummy, eying his size.
Needless to say, you haven't slept with anyone since freshman year of college.
This didn't go unnoticed by Taejoon, who gave you a reassuring smile, and comforting hand on your cheek. "I will be gentle, if you want me to." You shake your head, refusing to back down. He nods, fisting his cock in his hand, groans held in his mouth by his teeth.
Crawling over you once more, he positions his cock at your entrance, his thumb on your clit. Taejoon slips inside of you with no resistance, earning pleasure cries from the both of you.
"Fuck. You take my cock so well." His pace starts off slow, with an extreme precision and control you wouldn't be able to obtain. Eyes fluttering shut, you met his thrusts with your hips, hands clenching around his shoulders. "Ah -- fuck -- oh fuck." Your body was restless now, finding a new high to chase, as was his. Taejoon's hips began to snap against yours, the sudden change in pattern throwing your body off, louder moans and whimpers pouring against the walls.
He moved faster, thumb keeping up with the tempo, still drawing clockwise circles on your nerves. As much as you were tempted to buck your hips, his hand kept them down on the bed, leaving you to take the overwhelming amounts of starry rapture.
"You're such a good girl for me." A grin found his lips, soon parted with volume matched groans.
"Please -- ah! Slow -- down! I don't -- want to -- cum -- ah! Yet!" You pleaded, tears beading in the corners of your eyes because of the intense threat your core unleashed on your body.
Like a gentleman, he halted his thrusts and thumb all together, instead unsheathing himself to lay next to you, patting his thighs. "Sit." Not wasting much time, you straddled yourself on his hips, sinking down on his girthy cock. "Fuck Taejoon." A shaky cry fell off your tongue, hips gyrating off of his. "Fuck yourself on it."
For a minute or so, he allowed you to set the pace for yourself, but quickly took the reigns, and began thrusting up into you, hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. Overheated at the sudden sensation, you fell back, leaning on your arms. You called for the gods, eyes rolling into the back of your melting skull. Taejoon pulls his upper body up, hand meeting your ass once more. You whimper at the delirious mix of pain and pleasure, the coil once again getting ready to burst. "You gonna cum for me? Yeah?"
You felt him twitch inside of you, his hand coming down on your ass once again. His fingers fell down to your clit once again, aiding your body to teeter on the edge.
You felt your walls clamp down around his length, earning a loud cry from Taejoon. The guiding grip on your hips grew harder, almost bruising your side, his fingernails leaving crescents on your skin. The sudden additional pressure from his thumb sent bursts of surging fulfillment.
Your walls twitch erratically as you stilled on his waist, thighs trembling underneath you, the top half of your body giving out and falling into Taejoon's arms, hands on his chest. "Oh -- Oh -- ahh! Oh fuck!" You cried, almost sobbing from the endless pool of relief overriding your senses. Your head grew lightheaded, body quivering, threatening to give in. Just as your orgasm was coming to a close, you felt his cock twitch from within you, lifting your hips, assisting his hand in unsheathing himself from inside of you. Feeling empty, you lie on his chest breathlessly, enjoying the low rumble of his erratic moans. Lifting your head to watch his expressions, your lip found itself between your teeth.
His brows furrowed, a light blush dusting over his cheeks, eyes hooded and clouded with desperation. With a final sigh, his teddy brown eyes flicker shut, resting for a moment whilst the two of you catch your breath.
You watch his eyes open, his lips twitching into a small smile. "Are you alright?" Concern burrowed in his tone, you return an assuring smile. "Of course I am, I'm with you." Folding your hands underneath your chin, you lay your head back down on his chest. His hands hesitate to move, but soon wrap around your waist.
"You should shower again, stinky." Holding a playful tone, reaching behind you to take an arm from your waist, placing your hand in his, laying them by your head. Taejoon cocks a brow, "How'd you know I already showered?" "I'm surprised after knowing me for two and a half years you don't know my power of observation." He hums in response, "Or the power of stalking." You hit his shoulder. "You're one to talk."
"So," Taejoon starts, sitting up in the slightest to call his drone back to his hand, a small black USB popping from the end. "You said you wanted to send it to Mirage?" With an all too familiar shit eating grin, muse blazed in his eyes. "On second thought, maybe not." The sarcasm made him laugh, your head bouncing along with it. He notices your worried glances toward the USB stick, crushing it in his hands, bringing your attention back into his eyes. "And I'm surprised after two and a half years of knowing me, you don't know how much I truly respect and care for you." A genuine smile curls your lips, contagious, his eyes staring into yours, "And on that note, you should shower first, you haven't had one yet."
Self doubt spun itself back up, overshadowing the once blissful thoughts. Is he going to leave, it continued to ring through your train of thought. Taejoon's thumb brushes over your cheekbone. "I'm not going anywhere. Need help with your hair and back?" You popped up and off of your now messy bed, wobbling on your legs a bit before steadying yourself. "Now that, sounds like a much better idea."