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hands were carresing your covered clit.


"Baby, p-please." you whimpered beneath the kiss, arousal started to dampen your panty and slowly making a mess beneath there, mind going blank and only want to get pleased. "I need you."



"Need what shorty?" he pulls away to see your awful pout, his hand still on your covered clit and doing slow circles, making you squirm and wanting for more. He keenly watches you lose your sanity, lips on your earlobe and nibbling on it as he hears you moan. "Use your words, tell me what you want." he said stricly, slowly going down to your neck and finding that sweet spot that can make you insane.


Doyoung was busy making you beg for him when your phone rings, the vampire not in the mood to answer it as he's bound to get down to you. The ringing along with your explicit cries, the vampire started to get annoyed when the ringing didn't stop. Slowly, you came back to your senses and murmured for him to check your phone out, Doyoung being stubborn and contuining placing hickeys on your bare chest and have his priorities straight, but you weren't having it.



"What if, it's somethingโ€” i-important?" You said between your gasp, battling your eyes to keep open and not succumb to the pleasure he's giving. You moaned when he sucks the hardenning bud on your breast, swirling his tongue and gropping on the other breast with his hand, trying his best to give the same attention to both of it. "Do-doyoung, p-please, let me check it out."



In a matter of seconds, Doyoung finally pulls away and give in on your request. Moving his body on the side and groaning in frustration, parted lips releasing throaty grunts when he palm himself as he waits for you, telling you to hurry up or you'll be answering the phone as he pound into you. 



You grab the phone from the desk across the room and rush to open it, biting in a moan when you heard Doyoung's grunts growing louder, at your peripheral view you can see him stroking hardened cock in an inhuman pace. You focus on the phone you're holding, your thighs trembling and shutting it tight on the burning sensation of getting full of his cock. You hurriedly open your inbox and use the last of your mushy braincells to read.







Your eyes widen at the message you received and your quivering knees quickens. You and Doyoung need to go back, now.

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