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Join the ServerI jolted upright like I’d been electrocuted, head snapping up. My first instinct was to check the laptop screen. Thank god—only the script was open. If I hadn’t Alt-Tabbed in time, I’d be dead.
Doyoon had already cleaned the entire kitchen and was quietly setting a cup of coffee beside me. The ring I gave him last year glinted on his finger. I managed an awkward smile.
“Uh, thanks—”
Before I finished, he leaned down, wrapped his arms around my upper body, and murmured against my hair.
“Don’t stress too much. If the network doesn’t pick you, Haewon will. You know we started a drama division last year, right?”
The tension melted out of me so fast I laughed. “…I know. Which is exactly why I’m not submitting there. You’d abuse your power in a heartbeat.”
“It’s not abuse, it’s artistic discernment. Or smart business. Take your pick.”
“Always got an answer.”
He brushed a feather-light kiss on my cheek. He’d been kissing me nonstop since morning—definitely fishing for something. When I didn’t bolt like earlier, he turned my face gently and tried for my lips. Soft, warm, perfect.
I let him.
Emboldened, his hands slid from my shoulders down to my chest, then waist. That’s when I finally smacked the back of his hand—smack!
“You said you had work to do.”
He instantly switched to wounded-puppy mode, complete with little whines.
“But Hyung… you weren’t writing either.”
He was watching?!
“I was… thinking.”
“I worked so hard to clear today. Can’t you play with me just a little? You’ve looked anxious all morning…”
Damn it. His radar is terrifying.
He swiveled my chair toward him, then dropped to his knees in front of me. Even kneeling, he was almost eye-level.
He took both my hands, tilted his head like a sad golden retriever, and said,
“I took this day off dreaming about spending every second with you… but you don’t seem happy about it. You’re always telling me to rest and take care of myself, remember?”
He wasn’t wrong.
“It’s not that I’m unhappy—I was just surprised.”
“You barely ate.”
“Nobody eats a full hanjeongsik at 9 a.m.”
(It was nerves.)
“And you didn’t even say happy birthday.”
…Shit. In all the panic, I forgot the most important thing.
“It’s for tomorr—”
He ignored me, gently spread my knees apart, and slid between them. My face exploded with heat. His head nestled against my stomach; one huge hand slipped under my loose T-shirt and started kneading my bare waist. Ten warm fingers felt sinful.
I squirmed, but with my legs open and the chair against the desk, I was trapped.
Wrrr—the wheeled chair rolled until my back hit the wall. Suddenly I was caged between furniture and Doyoon.
Before I could yelp, he half-stood, hands on my shoulders, towering like an excited Great Dane.
Instead of pouncing, he pushed my shirt up to my chest, buried his face against one nipple, and sucked—loud, wet schlurp.
“Nngh—!”
His thumb and finger rolled the other one at the same time.
“Hah… Doyoon… ah—”
Just a brush of his fingertips and my whole body lit up—he’d trained me too well.
He looked up, eyes smiling, deliberately flattening his tongue against me so I could watch. Then he grabbed the hem of my shirt and put it in my hand.
Instantly I was the one holding my own shirt up like I was presenting myself. My face burned hotter. I tried to pull it down; he just latched on again, louder. Now my shirt was basically a hood over his head.
“Hnngh… hey… it’s not even your birthday yet…”
My legs shook. My cock was already hard and straining against loose pants—bad choice for staying home.
He finally let go of my chest and slid one hand straight into my waistband.
Pants and underwear got yanked to mid-thigh in one swift tug. Cool morning air hit bare skin; goosebumps everywhere.
He wrapped his fingers around me, stroked once, and I nearly launched out of the chair.
He looked up with that dangerous sparkle.
“Does it matter if it’s my birthday or not?”
My brain went blank. For a split second I thought he knew about the real gift. But no—he just thought I was being shy again. His eyes curved into crescents.
“Just stay still, Hyung. Let me do everything.”
My clothes hit the floor. He pumped me slowly, thumb circling the slit, spreading the slick. Every stroke made obscene wet sounds.
My hips jerked on their own.
He climbed higher, kissed me hard—mint toothpaste flooding my mouth—and sped up his hand.
The room filled with slippery noises and my ragged breathing. My toes curled; my thighs trembled.
I was right there—
Drrrr! Drrrr!
His phone vibrated loudly on the desk.
I snapped out of it like someone threw cold water on me. Getting caught doing this in broad daylight—
Doyoon frowned beautifully, then ignored it completely and kept going.
“Sh-shouldn’t you… answer… ah—don’t pinch—!”
The call died on its own. He smirked like see?
Then, before I could recover, he hooked his arms under my knees and draped my legs over the armrests. Suddenly I was spread wide in the chair, M-shaped, shirt barely covering anything.
I squeezed my eyes shut.
He didn’t even pretend to give me time—he swallowed me down in one go.
The wet heat was too much. I almost came on the spot.
He pulled off just enough to grin at me—lewd, filthy, perfect.
I slapped a hand over his eyes. “Stop looking at me!”
He laughed around my cock, the vibration making me whimper. Then he sucked hard, fingers teasing the base and inner thighs until I was shaking.
I tried to push him off before I finished—he ignored me again.
I came with a choked cry, face scarlet, mortified.
He sat back on his heels, deliberately opening his mouth so I could see the mess before swallowing.
I wanted to die.
Then he yanked me out of the chair. Suddenly I was straddling his lap, wearing nothing but the T-shirt, feeling exactly how hard he was.
He wiped his mouth, grinning.
“If you return the favor I’ll stop staring.”
“Where do you even learn lines like that?!”
“Want me to practice more?”
He unbuckled himself and freed the monster he’d been trapping all morning.
It was already leaking. He wrapped my hand around it.
“Start with your hand… nice and slow…”
I sucked in a breath. My heart squeezed with that weird mix of excitement and dread.
If I make him come with my mouth, how long will it take? Last time my lips actually split a little…
I unconsciously opened my mouth a bit, gauging the size.
Our eyes met.
The next second he lunged—hands on my cheeks, kissing me like he’d lost his mind.
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So embrassing 🥵
Wow we are getting spoiled after the roller-coaster this novel was