Taehyung had been pacing in front of the couch for fifteen minutes, nervously fixing his sweater and pushing up his glasses. His oversized sweater hung loosely over his petite frame, one side slipping down to show off his soft, pale shoulder. He wore nothing underneath, just the sweater and tiny cotton shorts that barely hid anything, the fabric tight and wet between his thighs, clearly showing the swollen lips of his pussy. He was flustered, his face flushed like someone whose cunt had just been stretched out by a fat cock, which, honestly, was true.

His steps were shaky. He tried to act serious, but his thighs kept rubbing together. The room smelled thick, sweet and lewd. The air was full of Jeongguk’s heavy and thick pheromones, tickling his cunt and fogging up his brain.