"Did you spill coffee on the sales report again?" Leeseo sighed, plucking a damp sheet of paper from the desk with two perfectly manicured fingers. The ink had bled into a Rorschach blot of numbers and customer names.
You groaned, swiping the ruined page from her hand. "It was an accident. The lid wasn’t on right."
Leeseo’s lips twitched—not quite a smile, but close. She had that way of making even minor disasters feel trivial, like a spilled coffee was just another Tuesday. Her perfume today was subtle—something floral with a hint of citrus—unlike the heavier, muskier scents the lab kept cooking up.
The intercom buzzed. "Manager to the perfumer’s office," came the staticky voice of the receptionist. You glanced at Leeseo, who was already straightening the clutter on your desk with efficient flicks of her wrist. "Better not keep them waiting," she said.
The perfumer’s office smelled like a botanical garden had exploded. Vials and bottles lined the shelves, each labeled in messy, hurried script. The perfumer—a wiry man with salt-and-pepper hair—leaned over a small glass bottle, his magnifying goggles making his eyes comically large. "Ah, good. Sit."
You perched on the edge of the chair, eyeing the bottle. "New prototype?"
He grinned, holding it up to the light. The liquid inside shimmered gold. "Oh, it’s more than that. This one’s *special*."
"Special how?" you asked, leaning closer. The liquid swirled as the perfumer uncorked the bottle—just a fraction—letting a scent drift into the air. It was dizzying, like ripe peaches dipped in honey and something darker underneath, a pulse of heat that made your throat tighten involuntarily.
The perfumer's grin widened, his goggles catching the overhead light. "We call it *Euphoria*. Clinical trials suggest it’s... potent. Triggers an, ah, *acute physiological response* in the olfactory system." He wiggled his eyebrows. "You know. Libido. Through the roof."
You blinked. "You’re joking."
"Wish I was," he chuckled, setting the bottle down with exaggerated care. "First test group? Two secretaries started making out in the break room. HR had to separate them with a fire extinguisher." He rubbed his temple. "We toned down the concentration after that. Still, needs field testing before we pitch it to investors. Discreetly, of course."
Your fingers twitched toward the bottle, then stopped. "So you want me to—what? Walk around the office spraying this like air freshener?"
"Oh god, no," he said, horrified. "That’d be a lawsuit waiting to happen. No, we need *one* test subject. Someone... receptive." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Someone *pretty*. You know who I mean."
Your stomach dropped. "Leeseo."
"Leeseo has a boyfriend," you said flatly, fingers gripping the edge of the perfumer's desk. The gold liquid in the bottle seemed to glow mockingly under the lab lights.
The perfumer waved a hand, goggles sliding down his nose. "So? When she's *horny*, she won't care. That's the *point*." He leaned in, breath smelling like mint and something chemically sharp. "Just use her. Make her say she liked it. Afterward, we’ll handle the rest. This isn’t for the masses—only special clients. The kind who *don’t* go to jail." His grin was all teeth. "Neither will you."
The bottle felt unnaturally warm in your pocket as you climbed the stairs to the rooftop. You'd dabbed just a drop—*just a drop*—on your wrist before leaving the perfumer's office, and already your pulse was thrumming like you'd chugged three espressos. The scent clung to you, a whisper of peaches and honey with something darker underneath, something that made your skin prickle with awareness.
The rooftop was deserted, bathed in late afternoon sunlight that turned the concrete golden. You leaned against the railing, staring down at the city below, trying to steady your breathing. This was insane. *This was completely insane.*
Your phone buzzed. Leeseo's name flashed on the screen.
"Hey," you said, forcing your voice into something resembling casual. "Can you come up to the rooftop? There's something I want to talk about."
A pause. Then, in that same measured tone she used when she corrected your expense reports: "Right now?"
"Yeah. It's—" You swallowed. "It's important."
Another pause. "Okay. Be there in five."
The line went dead. You exhaled, rubbing your wrist where you'd dabbed the perfume. The scent was stronger now—cloying, intoxicating—and your pulse was hammering in your throat. *What the hell am I doing?*
The rooftop door creaked open behind you. Leeseo stepped out, her heels clicking against the concrete. She'd pulled her hair into a loose ponytail, strands escaping around her face in the breeze. Her blouse was wrinkled at the sleeves—she must have been in the middle of something when you called.
"You ruined the sales report," she said by way of greeting, crossing her arms. "Again."
You forced a laugh. "Yeah. Sorry."
Leeseo tilted her head, studying you. Her nose wrinkled slightly—*she could smell it.* "Are you... wearing cologne?"
The breeze carried the scent between you—peaches, honey, something darker. Her pupils dilated, just for a second. You saw the exact moment it hit her: the flutter of her pulse in her throat, the way her fingers twitched against her sleeves.
"You wanted to talk?" she asked, but her voice was thicker now.
"Yeah." You stepped closer. Too close. The perfume was a live wire between you, sparking in the air. "About—"
*About what? About how you were supposed to test a chemical weapon disguised as perfume on her? About how the perfumer had grinned like a mad scientist when he handed you the bottle?*
The words died in your throat as Leeseo's fingers brushed against her collarbone—a nervous habit she only had during investor meetings or when her boyfriend texted during work hours. Except her phone wasn’t out. And this wasn’t a meeting.
"You were saying?" she prompted, but her gaze had dropped to your mouth. The rooftop breeze toyed with the hem of her skirt, and she didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe she didn’t care.
"Right." You cleared your throat, scrambling for small talk. "The, uh. The weather’s nice."
Leeseo blinked slowly, like she was processing a foreign language. "It’s 32 degrees," she said. A strand of hair stuck to her neck, damp with sweat. "You dragged me up here to talk about *heatstroke*?"
You grinned despite yourself. "You’re the one wearing a blazer in July."
Her fingers fumbled with the buttons—once, twice—before giving up entirely. "I was in a meeting," she muttered, but the protest sounded distant, like she was arguing out of habit rather than conviction. The perfume hung between you, thickening the air.
She took a half-step closer, and you caught the way her breath hitched when the scent curled around her. "Actually," she said abruptly, "I think the AC’s broken in the west wing. The vents keep—" Her hand twitched toward her throat again, then froze mid-motion. She was staring at your wrist where you’d dabbed the perfume, her lips slightly parted.
"Vents?" you prompted.
She blinked rapidly. "Vents. Yes. They’re... humming." Her fingers flexed at her sides, restless. "It’s distracting."
You resisted the urge to glance at your watch. How long had it been? Five minutes? The perfumer hadn’t given you a timeline—just a smug assurance that you’d *know* when it worked.
Leeseo tugged at her collar. "Did you—" She cut herself off, shaking her head. "Never mind."
"No, what?"
Her gaze darted away, then back to you, lingering on your mouth again. "Did you change your shampoo or something?" Her voice was deliberately casual, but her fingers were knotting the fabric of her skirt.
"Same old drugstore stuff," you lied. The breeze carried the scent again, and Leeseo inhaled sharply, as if she couldn’t help herself.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her heels scraping against the concrete. "We should probably go back inside," she said.
Your hand shot out before you could think, fingers curling around Leeseo's wrist just as she turned to leave. She barely had time to gasp before you pulled her flush against you, your mouth crashing into hers with a desperation that surprised even you. For one dizzying second, she melted—her lips parting instinctively, a soft noise catching in her throat as her body arched into the contact. The taste of her lip gloss, something faintly sweet, mixed with the heated rush of the perfume clinging to your skin.
Then reality snapped back. Leeseo jerked away, palms slamming against your chest. "What the hell—I have a *boyfriend*," she hissed, but her voice wavered, her breath coming in shallow bursts. The protest sounded thin, half-hearted, like she was reciting a line she no longer believed. Her pupils were blown wide, her cheeks flushed a deep pink under the afternoon sun.
You didn’t answer. Instead, your fingers skimmed up the inside of her thigh, sliding beneath the hem of her skirt. The fabric was damp under your touch, and Leeseo made a strangled noise when your fingertips brushed against the lace of her panties—soaking through already. "You’re *dripping*," you murmured against her ear, feeling her shudder at the words.
She sucked in a sharp breath, her nails digging into your shoulders—not pushing you away, not pulling you closer. Just *holding on*. "This isn’t—" Her hips twitched involuntarily as your thumb pressed against her through the lace, and she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to blanch it. "We *can’t*."
But her thighs trembled when you traced the outline of her, the heat of her radiating through the flimsy barrier. The perfume was a living thing between you, coiling around her senses, muddying every thought that wasn’t *touch, more, now.*
"Nobody has to know," you murmured, lips grazing the shell of her ear as your fingers worked slow circles through the damp lace. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, stuttering—her body betraying her even as she shook her head. "He doesn't check your emails. Doesn't visit the office." You nipped at her jawline, relishing the way her pulse jumped under your tongue. "What happens on the rooftop stays on the rooftop."
Leeseo’s lips crashed into yours with a desperation that bordered on violence, her teeth catching your lower lip hard enough to sting. "Just this once," she gasped against your mouth, her words more plea than warning, her body already arching into your touch. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as if she couldn’t bear the centimeter of space between you. The perfume was a wildfire in her veins—her skin fever-hot under your palms, her breath ragged and sweet with the ghost of her morning coffee.
Your fingers slid beneath the soaked lace of her panties, finding her already swollen, already *ruined* for anyone else. She gasped when you curled two fingers inside her, her hips jerking forward as if she couldn’t help but fuck herself onto your hand. "Oh my *god*," she choked out, her forehead dropping to your shoulder as you stroked her in slow, deliberate circles. Her thighs trembled against yours, her slick coating your fingers in a way that made your own pulse thunder in response.
"You’re making a mess," you murmured, nipping at her earlobe just to feel her shudder. The evidence of her arousal dripped down your wrist, slick and shameless, and Leeseo let out a whimper that was half protest, half surrender. Her nails dug into the back of your neck, anchoring herself as you worked her open with relentless precision. "Look at you," you breathed, pulling back just enough to watch her face twist with pleasure. "Dripping down your thighs like you’ve been waiting for this."
Leeseo’s breath hitched as your fingers moved faster, the wet sound of her arousal almost obscene in the quiet rooftop air. "Keep going," she gasped, her hips rolling in desperate little circles against your hand. "Make me wet more." Her voice was raw, stripped of its usual precision, and you couldn't help the smirk that curled your lips—*Euphoria* was working better than you'd dared to hope.
Her fingers fumbled at your belt, nails scraping against the buckle in her haste. You barely had time to register the click of leather before her palm was pressing against the straining fabric of your pants, warm and impatient. "Fuck," she muttered, more to herself than to you, as she finally freed your cock, her grip tight and sure despite the tremble in her wrists.
Leeseo's breath stuttered into a high, keening whine as your fingers curled deeper inside her, the heel of your palm grinding against her clit in relentless circles. "Stop it—*stop it*," she gasped, her voice cracking on the words, her nails raking down your back like she was trying to claw her way out of her own skin. "It's *coming*—" Her body locked up, thighs clamping around your wrist as a shudder ripped through her. Then, with a choked sob, she came apart—her hips jerking wildly, her cunt pulsing around your fingers as she squirted, hot and slick, all over your wrist and the rooftop concrete beneath you.
The force of it sent her stumbling back against the railing, her legs giving out as she slid down in a graceless heap, her skirt rucked up around her waist. Her chest heaved, her blouse sticking to her sweat-slicked skin, her gaze unfocused and dazed. For a long moment, the only sound was her ragged breathing and the distant hum of the city below. Then, slowly, her fingers crept up to her mouth, pressing against her parted lips as if to stifle the aftershocks still trembling through her.
You knelt beside her, your damp fingers catching the sunlight, the scent of her arousal mingling with the perfume still clinging to your skin. Leeseo's eyes flicked down to your hand, then up to your face, her cheeks flushing an even deeper red. "I—" Her voice was hoarse, wrecked. She swallowed hard, her throat working. "That's never happened before."
The confession hung between you, fragile and electric. You reached out, tucking a sweat-damp strand of hair behind her ear, your thumb brushing the shell of it just to feel her shiver. "Good," you murmured, leaning in until your lips nearly grazed hers. "Now imagine what else you've never done."
You hooked your hands under Leeseo’s arms, hauling her upright against the railing before she could catch her breath. Her knees wobbled—still weak from the aftershocks—but the moment your chest pressed against her back, her body arched instinctively, presenting herself like she’d been waiting for this all along. The rooftop breeze ruffled her skirt higher, exposing the ruined lace clinging to her thighs, and you didn’t bother peeling it away before nudging your cock against her soaked entrance.
Leeseo gasped, her fingers scrabbling at the railing as you pushed in—*slow*, torturously slow, letting her feel every inch. Her head dropped forward, a whimper escaping her throat when you bottomed out, her walls fluttering around you like she was trying to pull you deeper. "F-fuck," she slurred, her voice thick, her hips twitching back against you involuntarily.
You gripped her waist, holding her still as you pulled out almost entirely, just the tip catching at her stretched rim. Leeseo made a noise like she’d been punched, her thighs shaking. "Don’t—" she started, but the protest dissolved into a moan when you slammed back in, the force of it knocking her forward until her cheek pressed against the sun-warmed metal railing. Her cunt was obscenely wet, the sound of your thrusts filthy in the open air, and you could feel the exact moment she gave up pretending—her body going pliant, her moans unfiltered and wanton.
"How does it feel?" you growled, snapping your hips forward hard enough to make Leeseo's palms squeak against the metal railing. Her breath came in punched-out little gasps, her spine arching as you bottomed out inside her. When she didn’t answer immediately, you brought your hand down on her ass with a sharp *crack*—the sound echoing across the rooftop. "I asked you a question."
Leeseo jerked, a high whine tearing from her throat. "I—*fuck*—it feels—" Her words dissolved into a moan as you angled deeper, your cock dragging against that spot that made her toes curl in her discarded heels. "Too much," she finally choked out, her knuckles white where they gripped the railing. "It’s too—*ohgod*—"
You smirked, slowing your thrusts to an agonizing crawl just to feel her clench around you. "Too much?" Your fingers dug into the reddening mark on her ass. "Or not enough?" Another sharp spank—this time with your other hand fisting in her ponytail, yanking her head back so you could watch her face twist. "Answer properly."
Her mouth opened, then shut, her eyelashes fluttering like she was trying to remember how words worked. "N-not enough," she managed, her voice wrecked. "Please—" The plea turned into a yelp when you snapped your hips again, the force of it driving her forward until the railing bit into her ribs.
"Please what?" You nipped at the sweat-damp skin of her shoulder, relishing the way she shuddered. "Use your words, sweetheart. Did your boyfriend ever make you beg like this?"
Leeseo’s breath hitched—a broken little sound—as you thumbed her clit in rough circles, matching the rhythm of your thrusts. "N-no," she gasped, her thighs trembling. "He doesn’t—*ah*—doesn’t fuck me like—"
"Like what?" You punctuated the question with a brutal snap of your hips, laughing when she sobbed. "Like you *need* it?" Her cunt squeezed you tight, as if agreeing, and you groaned at the sensation. "Christ, you’re *dripping*. Bet he’s never made you come this hard either, huh?"
Her silence earned her another spank, harder this time, the echo mingling with the wet slap of skin on skin. "*Answer*."
"*No*," she whined, arching back into your touch like she couldn’t help herself. Her ponytail had come undone, dark hair sticking to her flushed neck. "I—I didn’t even *squirt* before—*oh god*—" Her words dissolved into a moan as you crooked your fingers just right, her body bowing like a plucked string.
You nipped at her earlobe, grinning at the way she shuddered. "Knew it. Bet he just *pumps* into you like a dead fish." You slowed your thrusts to a maddening grind, relishing the way her walls fluttered around you, desperate. "Doesn’t even *try* to ruin you properly."
Leeseo’s fingers scrabbled against the railing, her nails leaving faint crescent marks in the metal. "S-stop—" she choked out, but her hips rolled back against yours, greedy.
"Stop?" You laughed, landing another stinging slap to her ass. "Your cunt’s sucking me in like you’re *starving*. You want me to stop?" You pulled out entirely—just to hear her whimper—then slammed back in, the force of it knocking a scream from her throat. "Didn’t think so."
Her body bowed under yours, her back arching as you snapped your hips faster. "Tell me," you growled, fingers tightening in her hair. "How many times did he make you come?"
Leeseo’s breath hitched, her words slurred with pleasure. "O-once—maybe—*ah!*"
You spanked her hard enough to leave a red handprint, your cock driving deeper as she yelped. "*Maybe*? Fuck, no wonder you’re this *desperate*." Her thighs trembled when you thumbed her clit, the rough circles sending shocks up her spine. "I’ll make you come till you *forget* his name."
She sobbed when you hit that spot inside her—once, twice—her vision whiting out as her orgasm ripped through her. You didn’t let up, fucking her through it, her cunt fluttering around you like a heartbeat. "Look at that," you murmured, dragging her back against your chest so she could see the mess she’d made—her slick coating your thighs, dripping onto the concrete below. "Bet he’s never *seen* you like this."
Leeseo whimpered, her head lolling against your shoulder, her body limp with oversensitivity. "P-please—"
"Please *what*?" You nipped at her neck, fingers digging into her hips as you thrust harder. "Use that pretty mouth properly."
She shuddered, her voice breaking. "Please—*fuck me* like you mean it."
"Count," you ordered, your voice rough against the shell of her ear as you pulled out suddenly, leaving her clenching around nothing. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, desperate—her hips jerking forward in a futile search for friction. "Count how many times you come from this." You didn’t wait for her to protest before slamming back in, the angle brutal, *perfect*, your cock dragging against that spot that made her vision whiten.
Her first orgasm ripped through her before you’d even fully sheathed yourself—her back arching like a bowstring, a broken scream tearing from her throat as she squirted, hot and shameless, all over your thighs. "O-one," she gasped, her voice ragged, her nails scraping against the railing. You didn’t give her a second to recover. Your thrusts were relentless, each one hitting her g-spot with surgical precision, her body jolting like a live wire under yours.
"T-two—*ah!*—three—" Leeseo’s voice cracked, her thighs trembling as another wave crashed over her, her cunt pulsing around you in a rhythm that felt like surrender. She lost the count by the fifth, her mind reduced to static, her body moving on pure instinct—arching, writhing, *begging* for more even as she sobbed from oversensitivity.
By the tenth orgasm, she was babbling—half-formed pleas and shattered moans, her words dissolving into gasps every time you bottomed out inside her. The rooftop was a mess beneath you both, her slick coating the concrete in glistening streaks, the evidence of her pleasure impossible to ignore.
"Twenty-seven," you growled against her ear, your fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Leeseo barely reacted, her body limp against the railing, her chest heaving. "Twenty-eight." Another brutal thrust, and she convulsed—her cunt fluttering wildly, her toes curling in her abandoned heels. "Twenty-nine." Her head dropped forward, her breath coming in shallow pants, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a storm.
"Thirty," you growled, your hips snapping forward one last time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock pulsed inside her. Leeseo's entire body went rigid—her back arched impossibly, her mouth open in a silent scream—before she shattered completely. Hot cum flooded her in thick spurts, mixing with her own slick as her cunt convulsed around you in rhythmic pulses, milking every last drop.
"*No—no, no, no—*" Leeseo's protests were breathless, her fingers clawing at the railing as if she could pull herself away, but her body betrayed her. Her thighs trembled, her hips rocking back instinctively to take you deeper even as she whimpered, "I'm not on the pill—*oh god*—"
You didn't slow down, didn't pull out. Instead, you ground deeper, your pelvis flush against her ass as you emptied yourself inside her, relishing the way her walls fluttered in helpless little spasms. "Should've thought of that before you begged for it," you murmured, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. Leeseo's breath hitched—sharp, punched-out—as another orgasm tore through her, this one so violent her knees buckled entirely.
She slumped forward, barely caught by your arm around her waist, her body still quaking as a final, obscene gush of slick splattered against your thighs and the concrete below. The aftershocks left her limp, her chest heaving, her lips parted around ragged little gasps. You held her there for a long moment, your cock still half-hard inside her, watching the way your cum dripped down her trembling thighs.
Leeseo’s fingers twitched weakly against the railing, her voice hoarse. "You... you *actually*—" She swallowed, her throat working. "I *told* you—"
"You came thirty times," you interrupted, dragging your fingers through the mess between her legs, collecting your release before pressing it back into her with two lazy thrusts. Leeseo shuddered, a broken noise catching in her throat. "Pretty sure that means you wanted it just as much."
She didn’t answer. Her head dropped forward, her hair a tangled curtain hiding her expression. You smoothed a hand up her spine, feeling the way her breath stuttered under your touch. "Relax," you murmured, your lips brushing the shell of her ear. "It’s already done."
A shaky exhale. Then, quietly, "*Fuck*." Her voice was raw, wrecked. "He’s going to—" She cut herself off, her fingers tightening around the railing until her knuckles blanched.
You turned her around, ignoring her weak attempt to pull away. Her skin was flushed, her pupils still blown wide with residual pleasure. "He won’t notice," you said, tilting her chin up with your thumb. "Not unless you *want* him to." The words hung between you, loaded. Leeseo’s breath hitched, her gaze darting away—but not before you caught the flicker of something dark in her eyes. Something hungry.
The rooftop air was thick with the scent of sex and perfume, the golden afternoon light painting the evidence of her pleasure in stark relief. Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, her thighs streaked with a mix of fluids that glistened under the sun. You dragged a finger through it, watching her shiver as you brought it to your lips. "Tastes like you’re already thinking about round two."
Leeseo’s protest died in her throat when you kissed her, slow and filthy, your tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she opened with a gasp. She tasted like salt and surrender, her body swaying into yours as if she’d forgotten how to stand on her own. When you pulled back, her lips were reddened, her chest rising and falling too fast.
"Thanks for letting me do that," you murmured, adjusting your tie with fingers still faintly sticky from her. The elevator doors slid shut behind Leeseo, sealing her scent—jasmine, salt, *you*—into the confined space. She didn’t turn around, but you saw the way her shoulders stiffened when you spoke, the pulse jumping in her exposed neck.
The silence stretched like the ache between her legs. Then, just as the elevator pinged for the 14th floor: "Remember—just this time." Her voice was hoarse, a blade wrapped in silk. The doors opened to the empty accounting department, fluorescent lights bleaching the blush still high on her cheeks. "And if I get pregnant," she added, finally meeting your gaze in the reflective metal, "you’ll take responsibility."
The threat should’ve chilled you. Instead, heat pooled low in your gut at the way her teeth dug into her swollen lower lip—like she was already imagining it. "Okay," you conceded, stepping closer just to watch her breath hitch. "Sorry for that." The apology tasted like a lie; both of you knew it. "I’ll stay at the office tonight to overwork." Your fingers brushed the small of her back, fleeting as a secret. "If you want… you can join me in my room." The suggestion lingered between you, heavy as the perfume still clinging to her skin. "Just tell your boyfriend you’ve got overtime."
Leeseo’s nostrils flared. For a heartbeat, you thought she might slap you—or kiss you again, which amounted to the same thing under *Euphoria*’s influence. Instead, she strode out without a word, her heels clicking a furious rhythm down the linoleum. The elevator doors swallowed her retreating figure whole.
The spreadsheet blurred before Leeseo’s eyes, the numbers swimming into meaningless patterns as her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She exhaled sharply, pressing her thighs together under the desk—still sore, still *aching* in a way that made her bite the inside of her cheek. The office air conditioning prickled against her sweat-dampened blouse, but it wasn’t the cold that sent shivers down her spine. It was the memory of his hands. His mouth. The way he’d *ruined* her against the railing like she was nothing more than—
*Focus.* She stabbed at her keyboard, deleting an entire column by accident. Three hours. Three hours since the rooftop, since she’d stumbled into the women’s restroom to clean herself up, since she’d scrubbed her thighs raw with paper towels and still smelled like *him* underneath her citrus perfume. Her coffee had gone cold. Across the open-plan office, she caught a flicker of movement—*him*, leaning over another employee’s monitor, his tie knotted perfectly, his expression all polite focus. As if he hadn’t left her trembling and dripping barely a quarter-day ago.
Her phone buzzed. A text from her boyfriend: *Dinner tonight? That place you like near the station.* Leeseo’s thumb hovered over the screen. She should say yes. Should go home, let him kiss her hello, let his hands roam over her body like they had a right to. But the thought made her stomach twist. His touch had always been… adequate. Careful. Nothing like the *claiming* pressure of fingers that knew exactly how to make her scream. She swallowed hard, her pulse jumping when she realized *he* was looking at her now—just a glance, just a flicker of eye contact, but it burned.
Her phone buzzed again. *???* Her boyfriend’s follow-up. Leeseo exhaled through her nose and typed, *Stay at office tonight, overwork. See you tomorrow. I love u.* She hit send before she could second-guess it, then flipped the screen face-down, her cheeks hot. It wasn’t a lie. Not really. She *would* be working late. Just… not alone.
The clock ticked toward six PM. Coworkers began packing up, bidding cheerful goodbyes, oblivious to the way Leeseo’s nails dug into her own thighs under the desk. She should leave. Should go home, shower, scrub the scent of *Euphoria* and sex from her skin. But her body remembered the weight of him between her legs, the stretch of him inside her, the way he’d *laughed* when she came apart. Thirty times. *Thirty.* Her boyfriend had never made her come once without fumbling.
You barely glanced up from the quarterly reports when the knock came—three sharp raps against the frosted glass of your office door. "Come in," you called, expecting a janitor or some junior associate who’d forgotten their keycard. The hinges creaked, and there she was: Leeseo, silhouetted in the doorway, backlit by the sterile hallway fluorescents. For a heartbeat, you didn’t recognize her. The black tank top clung to every dip and curve of her torso, the neckline dipping low enough to reveal the faint shadow of cleavage. No blazer. No demure office attire. Just tight fabric and bare arms, her collarbones gleaming under the dim desk lamp.
"Sorry if it took too long," she said, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind her. Her fingers plucked at the hem of the tank, a nervous gesture you’d never seen from her before. "I had to buy something like this." The unspoken *for you* hung between you like a challenge.
Your pen froze mid-signature. She’d changed out of her work clothes entirely—no skirt, just snug black jeans that hugged her hips, the kind she’d never wear to the office. Her hair was down now, tousled as if she’d run her hands through it in the elevator. The scent of jasmine and something darker—vanilla, maybe—wafted across the room. Not *Euphoria*. Just her. Just Leeseo, standing there like she’d walked out of a different life.
"You didn’t go home," you observed, leaning back in your chair. The leather creaked under your weight.
Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. "I *texted* him." A pause. Then, quieter: "Told him I was staying late." The way she said it—half-defiant, half-ashamed—sent a thrill down your spine. She’d lied. For you. For *this*.
The office hummed around you—the AC vent overhead, the distant whir of the building’s generator. You let the silence stretch until she fidgeted, her fingers twisting the strap of her purse. "That’s not what you usually wear," you said at last, nodding toward her outfit. A deliberate understatement.
Leeseo exhaled sharply, her shoulders squaring. "I *know*." Two steps forward, her heels muffled by the carpet. "You—" She stopped, her throat working. "You kept looking at me. Earlier. Like you were…" Her voice trailed off, but her meaning was clear. *Like you were already undressing me.*
Your chair rolled forward with a quiet scrape. "And?"
"And I *hate* that I liked it." The admission tore from her, raw as the flush creeping up her neck. She lifted her chin, defiant. "So I bought this." A gesture to the tank top, the way it clung to her ribs. "To see if you’d look at me like that again."
You stood slowly, circling the desk. Her breath hitched when you stopped just inches away, close enough to catch the pulse fluttering at her throat. "You didn’t have to change," you murmured, brushing a thumb over the delicate strap of her top. The fabric was thin, warm from her skin. "I’d have looked anyway."
Leeseo swallowed hard, her lashes fluttering. "That’s the problem."
"*It's the perfume, right?*" Leeseo's voice was breathless, her fingers already working at your belt buckle before you could answer. "*The effects made me... like this.*" Her palm pressed against the outline of your cock through your slacks, warm even through the fabric. "*Tell me it's just the perfume.*"
You caught her wrist, forcing her to meet your gaze. "*Yeah. New product. You were the subject.*" A beat of silence. Then, quieter: "*I picked you because I wanted you before the perfume ever existed.*"
Leeseo's lips parted—not in shock, but something closer to recognition. "*I want to be mad at you,*" she murmured, her free hand sliding up your thigh. "*The perfume made me horny. But your dick?*" Her fingers traced the length of you through your pants, deliberate. "*Your *skill*? That’s what ruined me.*"
The confession hung between you, thick as the scent of her shampoo. Then she pushed you backward into your office chair with surprising force, her knees hitting the carpet as she dropped between your legs. "*That’s why I came,*" she added, her voice dropping to a whisper as she yanked your zipper down. Your cock sprang free, already half-hard just from the look in her eyes.
"*Ugh, I missed this,*" Leeseo groaned, nuzzling against your length before pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the tip. Her tongue darted out to catch the bead of pre-cum already forming, her lashes fluttering at the taste. "*Fuck. Even your smell is addictive.*"
Her mouth was hot, wet perfection—a velvet vise of slick pressure that made your hips jerk the second she took you deep. Leeseo didn’t flinch, didn’t gag. Just hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her tongue swirling along the underside of your cock like she’d memorized every ridge. "*Jesus—*" Your fingers tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on as she pulled back to drag her lips over the tip, catching the pre-cum beading there with a soft, obscene noise.
She alternated between teasing and relentless—one moment flicking her tongue against the slit in maddening little circles, the next swallowing you down to the root with a throaty hum that vibrated through your entire body. When you groaned, her eyelashes fluttered up, her dark eyes locking onto yours as if she’d been waiting for the reaction. "*Good?*" she murmured, the words muffled around your cock, her breath ghosting over spit-slick skin.
You tugged her hair just to watch her lips stretch wider. "*Too good.*" The praise lit her up like a switch—her hips shifting restlessly against the carpet, her fingers digging into your thighs as she took you deeper, *faster*, her nose brushing your lower stomach with every plunge. She’d clearly done this before, and well, but the way her body reacted to your approval? That was new.
Her rhythm stuttered when you curled a hand around the back of her neck, holding her still as you thrust shallowly into her mouth. Leeseo’s eyes rolled back, her throat working around you with a choked noise that sent heat straight to your balls. "*Fuck, look at you,*" you growled, watching drool spill from her stretched lips as you fucked her face in slow, deliberate strokes. Her fingers twisted in your slacks, *pleading*, but you didn’t let up. Not until her lashes fluttered, her cheeks hollowing around another desperate suck that threatened to unravel you.
You pulled her off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. "*Not yet,*" you warned, thumbing the corner of her mouth where spit had smudged her lipstick. Leeseo blinked up at you, dazed, her chest rising and falling too fast. Then—without breaking eye contact—she laved a broad stripe up the underside of your cock, her tongue flat and hot, before swirling it around the tip with a precision that made your abs clench. "*Christ.*"
She grinned, wicked, her teeth grazing the sensitive head just to hear you curse. Then she ducked lower, her lips trailing down to your balls, her tongue lapping at the tight skin there until your hips jerked off the chair. "*You’re—*" You hissed when her nails raked up your inner thighs, her mouth returning to your shaft with a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. "*—gonna kill me.*"
Leeseo hummed, the vibration rippling through you as she took you back into her throat, her nose pressing into your pelvis. This time, when you tugged her hair, she didn’t resist—just let you set the pace, her throat flexing around each thrust as you fucked her mouth in earnest. Her fingers found your belt loops, *anchoring*, her body swaying forward with every push like she was starving for it.
The sight of her—lips stretched, eyes watering but still locked onto yours, her cheeks flushed with effort—was too much. You gripped her hair tighter, your hips stuttering. "*Gonna come.*" The warning came out ragged, but Leeseo didn’t pull away. Just sucked harder, her tongue pressing insistently along the vein beneath your cock as if to wring it out of you faster.
Leeseo pulled back with a wet gasp, strands of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the head of your cock. Her tongue darted out to catch the mess at the corner of her mouth, those dark eyes locked onto yours with a hunger that made your pulse hammer. "Am I a good girl, Daddy?" The words were barely more than a whisper, rough from throatfucking, but they hit you like a live wire.
Your fingers tightened in her hair. "Of course," you growled, thumbing her lower lip hard enough to make her whimper. "And I’ll reward you." The chair creaked as you stood, forcing her backward with your grip until her knees hit the edge of your desk. "Lay down. Spread those legs open wide." A command, not a request.
Leeseo hesitated for only a second before obeying, the leather desk chair creaking as she hoisted herself onto the polished surface. Her legs dangled off the edge, knees already parting before your hands even touched her. You trailed a single finger up the inseam of her jeans, watching her breath hitch when you reached the button. "These first," you murmured, popping it open with a flick of your thumb. The zipper came down agonizingly slow, the sound loud in the quiet office. Leeseo's hips lifted instinctively when you tugged, helping you peel the denim down her thighs—revealing black lace panties already damp at the center.
"You planned this," you accused, hooking your fingers into the waistband. She didn't deny it, just bit her lip as you dragged the fabric down, her scent flooding the space between you. The panties caught on one ankle—her fault for not kicking off her heels—and you let them dangle there, a flag of surrender. The tank top was next. You gripped the hem and pulled it up in one smooth motion, pausing when her arms lifted above her head. Her ribs fluttered under your palms, the rapid beat of her heart visible beneath pale skin. The lace bra matched the panties, sheer enough that her nipples were already peaked against the fabric.
"Last chance to back out," you lied, snapping the front clasp open without waiting for an answer. Leeseo gasped as her breasts spilled free, the cool office air making her skin pebble instantly. You palmed one, rolling the stiff peak between your fingers until her back arched off the desk. "Look at you," you muttered, dragging your thumb through the slick warmth between her legs. "Dripping before I've even touched you properly."
She whimpered when you withdrew your hand, but the protest died as you unbuckled her left heel, then the right, dropping them to the carpet with deliberate thuds. The final act was the necklace—a delicate silver chain her boyfriend must've given her. You snapped the clasp between your teeth, letting it pool in the hollow of her throat before tucking it into your pocket. "Mine now," you said, and the way her thighs trembled told you she understood exactly what you meant.
Naked at last, Leeseo looked like a Renaissance painting gone sinful—her skin flushed from collarbones to knees, one arm thrown over her eyes like she couldn't bear to watch, even as her hips tilted upward in silent invitation. You spread her wider, thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
Your tongue traced the shape of her before diving in—flat and broad against her clit, then pointed and relentless when you found the swollen bud beneath the hood. Leeseo’s thighs tensed around your head, her hips jerking off the desk with a choked gasp. You pinned her down with one forearm across her pelvis, your other hand already working two fingers into her, curling upward the second they slid home. Her body clenched around you, wet and pulsing, but you didn’t slow down—just crooked your fingers in that ruthless *come-hither* motion that made her back arch off the leather with a sob.
The noise she made when you hit her g-spot was half-scream, half-laugh—hysterical, broken, like she’d been caught off guard by her own body’s betrayal. Her hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, her nails scraping against the polished wood as you redoubled your efforts, your tongue circling her clit in tight, rapid flicks while your fingers fucked her with piston-like precision. *“F-fuck, wait—*” Her plea dissolved into a moan when you sucked her clit into your mouth, your teeth grazing it just enough to make her legs shake. *“I can’t—*”
But she could. And she did.
The first spurt hit your chin without warning—hot, salt-bitter, her thighs clamping around your ears as her body bowed off the desk. You didn’t pull back, didn’t flinch. Just kept licking, kept *drinking*, your fingers milking her g-spot until the second gush came, then the third, her slick splattering across your cheeks, your lips, the front of your dress shirt. Leeseo’s hands fisted in your hair, yanking hard enough to hurt, her voice raw as she chanted *“ohgodohgodohgod”* between ragged gasps. The squirting didn’t stop—just kept coming in pulses, her orgasm wrung out of her like water from a twisted rag, her thighs trembling violently around your head.
When you finally lifted your face, she was a wreck—chest heaving, lips parted around silent, panting breaths, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. Your fingers slid out of her with an obscene sound, her body clinging like it didn’t want to let go. You held them up, glistening under the office lights, before pressing them to her parted lips. Leeseo’s tongue darted out instinctively, her lashes fluttering as she tasted herself on your skin.
Your cock slid into her inch by agonizing inch, her body stretching to accommodate you, her walls fluttering around the intrusion. Leeseo's breath hitched, her eyes flying open to meet yours, her legs locking around your hips as if to pull you deeper. "Fuck," she gasped, her nails digging into your shoulders. "You're—Jesus, you're so big."
You growled, your hips rolling forward until you were fully sheathed inside her. "You can take it," you rasped, your voice low and commanding. "Take every inch of me, you little squirter."
Leeseo's pussy clenched around you at the words, her eyes darkening with lust. "Yes," she whimpered, her heels digging into your ass, urging you on. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard."
You obliged, your hips snapping forward, your cock sliding into her in powerful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the office, punctuated by Leeseo's moans, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Look at you," you grunted, your eyes locked onto hers. "Taking my cock like a good little slut."
Leeseo's body responded to the filthy words, her pussy gushing around you, her legs tightening around your hips. "Yes," she moaned, her head thrown back, her throat exposed. "I'm your little slut. Use me, Daddy. Make me come all over your cock."
Your thumb found her clit, circling it in time with your thrusts, your movements rough, demanding. "You're going to come for me," you ordered, your voice harsh. "You're going to come so hard, you're going to squirt all over this desk."
Leeseo's body tensed, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I'm close," she warned, her voice breathless. "So close, Daddy."
You growled, your thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding. "Come for me," you snarled, your thumb pressing down hard on her clit. "Come now, you little slut."
Leeseo's body obeyed, her orgasm ripping through her with a cry, her pussy clenching around you in rhythmic waves. You felt the first gush of wetness, her body squirting, her juices coating your cock, your balls, the insides of her thighs. You kept fucking her through it, your thrusts relentless, your thumb still working her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she was a sobbing, shaking mess beneath you.
But you weren't done with her yet. You wanted to feel her come again, wanted to feel her squirting all over your cock, again and again. You reached down, your fingers finding her asshole, circling it, pressing against it. Leeseo moaned, her body tensing at the new sensation. "Yes," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "Fuck my ass, Daddy. Make me come again."
You obliged, your fingers sliding into her ass, your movements slow, gentle at first, then increasing in pace, in pressure, matching the rhythm of your cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Leeseo's body responded, her pussy clenching around you, her legs trembling. "I'm coming again," she moaned, her voice breathless. "I'm coming, Daddy."
This time, when she came, it was with a scream, her body convulsing, her pussy squirting again, her juices coating your cock, your balls, the insides of her thighs. You felt her asshole clench around your fingers, her body writhing beneath you, her orgasm ripping through her with a force that made her entire body shake. But you didn't stop. You kept fucking her, kept working her clit, kept fingering her ass, determined to make her come again.
Leeseo's body responded, her orgasms coming faster now, her screams filling the office, her body squirting again and again, her juices coating you, the desk, the floor. You lost count of how many times she came, her body writhing, her legs shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps. All you knew was that she was yours, that you were making her come harder than she ever had before.
Finally, when her body was trembling, her pussy clenching around you in weak, spent pulses, you allowed yourself to come. You groaned, your hips stuttering, your cock pulsing as you filled her up, your release hot and heavy, mixing with her juices, coating your cock, your balls, her thighs.
When the last waves of your orgasm subsided, you pulled out of her slowly, your cock glistening with her juices and your cum. Leeseo collapsed onto the desk, her body still trembling, her eyes closed, her chest heaving. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her spine, her hip, her thigh.
"How are you feeling, little squirter?" you asked, your voice soft, satisfied.
Leeseo's lips curled into a small smile, her eyes still closed. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice hoarse, exhausted. "I've never... I've never come that many times before."
You chuckled, helping her sit up, your hands gentle on her body. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Because that was just the beginning."
You flipped Leeseo onto her hands and knees on the desk, her ass in the air, her face pressed against the cool wood. Her pussy was glistening, swollen and pink, her juices dripping down her thighs, onto the desk beneath her. You ran a finger along her slit, collecting her wetness, bringing it to your lips, tasting her.
"Look at you," you murmured, your voice low, mocking. "So eager. Your pussy's dripping like a broken faucet. Can't even hold it in, can you?" You ran your finger along her slit again, circling her clit, making her squirm. "Tell me, little slut, how many times have you come today?"
Leeseo whimpered, pushing her ass back against you, inviting you in. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please don't tease me, Daddy. Fuck me. Make me come again."
You chuckled, running your cock along her slit, coating it in her juices. "Make you come again?" you echoed, mocking. "You mean like this?" You pressed the head of your cock against her entrance, not pushing in, just holding there, teasing her.
Leeseo cried out, her body jolting forward, her fingers scrabbling at the desk for purchase. "Yes," she gasped, her voice breathless. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
You tsked, pulling back, denying her entry. "Not yet," you murmured, running your hands over her curves, squeezing her ass, her hips. "First, let's see how much you really want it."
You reached around, your fingers finding her clit, circling it, pressing against it, not letting up, not giving her the friction she needed to come. Leeseo moaned, her body writhing, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Daddy. Make me come. I'll do anything."
You hummed, considering, your fingers still working her clit, your cock still teasing her entrance. "Anything, you say?" you murmured, your voice low, dangerous.
Leeseo nodded, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," she gasped. "Anything, Daddy. Just please, make me come."
You smiled, satisfaction coursing through you. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Because I have a few ideas."
"Here's your first challenge," you said, your voice low, dangerous. "I'm going to fuck you. Hard. And you're not going to come until I say so. Understand?"
Leeseo's body tensed, her breath hitching. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, her voice filled with trepidation and anticipation.
You rewarded her with a slow, deep thrust, sliding into her to the hilt. Leeseo moaned, her body jerking forward, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. "Fuck," she gasped, her voice ragged. "You're so big. So deep."
You didn't respond, just began to move, your hips snapping forward in steady, powerful strokes. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the office, punctuated by Leeseo's moans, her breath coming in ragged pants. You reached around, your fingers finding her clit, circling it, pressing against it, in time with your thrusts.
Leeseo's body responded, her pussy clenching around you, her legs trembling. "Please," she begged, her voice hoarse. "Please, Daddy. I can't—"
"Shh," you hushed, your voice firm. "You can. And you will. Because you're my good little slut, aren't you?"
Leeseo nodded, her body writhing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Yes," she gasped. "I'm your good little slut, Daddy."
You smiled, satisfaction coursing through you. "Good," you said, your voice satisfied. "Now, don't you dare come until I say so."
The steady rhythm of your hips became almost mechanical, each thrust pushing Leeseo further toward the edge she wasn’t allowed to tumble over. Her back arched, sweat glistening between her shoulder blades as she bit down on her lower lip hard enough to leave marks. "Daddy—I can’t—" she gasped, her voice cracking mid-sentence.
"You can," you growled, gripping her hips tighter, your fingers digging into the soft flesh. "And you will. Because I said so." Your cock dragged against her walls with deliberate slowness, the swollen head catching at her entrance every time you pulled back just to shove in again, denying her the steady, building friction she craved.
Leeseo whimpered, her thighs trembling, her nails scraping against the desk. Her body was a coiled spring, every muscle taut, her breaths shallow and uneven. The frustration was palpable—her pussy clenched around you in desperate, involuntary pulses, as if begging for release. But you kept your pace cruel and measured, your fingers circling her clit just enough to tease, never enough to tip her over.
Then, without warning, her entire body locked up. A broken, high-pitched cry tore from her throat as her orgasm crashed through her, violent and unstoppable. Her back arched sharply, her cunt squeezing you like a vice as pleasure ripped through her in waves.
Silence hung heavy for a single, suspended second.
The sharp crack of your palm against her ass split the air like a whip, the sound echoing off the office walls. Leeseo gasped, her body jerking forward from the impact, her thighs slick with sweat trembling against the desk. "Did I say you could come, little slut?" Your voice was low, dangerous, fingers tangling in her hair and yanking her head back until her spine arched. A whimper escaped her throat, her lips parted around uneven breaths. "N-no, Daddy—"
"You disobeyed me," you growled, landing another stinging slap across her reddening flesh. Her cry was sweet—half pain, half pleasure—her hips twitching helplessly against the desk. "Such a naughty girl." Your grip tightened in her hair, forcing her to look up at you, her pupils blown wide, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "What do naughty girls deserve?"
Leeseo shuddered, her voice a breathy whisper. "P-punishment, Daddy."
Another slap, harder this time. Her whole body jolted, her cunt clenching around your cock as if trying to pull you deeper even now. "Louder."
"Punishment!" she cried, her voice breaking.
You smirked, tracing your fingers down the curve of her spine before landing another sharp slap against her already reddened ass. Leeseo gasped, her body jerking forward, her cunt pulsing around you in a way that made your grip on her hips tighten. "Call him," you ordered, your voice dripping with amusement. "Right now."
Her breath hitched, fingers scrambling against the desk as she shook her head weakly. "Daddy, no—he can’t—"
Another slap, harder this time, the sound sharp enough to make her yelp. "You don’t get to say no." You leaned down, your breath hot against her ear as your cock throbbed inside her. "Pick up the phone. Or I’ll make sure he hears exactly what you sound like when you come."
Leeseo whimpered, her thighs trembling as she reached blindly for her phone where it lay discarded near the edge of the desk. Her hands shook as she unlocked it, her breath coming in shallow pants. "Just... try not to get caught," she whispered, voice cracking.
You chuckled, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate grind that made her toes curl. "No promises."
Leeseo’s fingers trembled as she hit the call button, her breath shallow and uneven. The phone rang once, twice—each second stretching into an eternity as your cock twitched inside her, still buried deep. Then his voice filled the room, warm and familiar. "Hey, baby. You okay?"
She swallowed hard, her thighs quivering as you lazily rolled your hips, the slow drag of your cock against her walls drawing a sharp inhale from her. "Y-yeah," she managed, her voice strained but sweet. "Just… tired. Work was insane today."
You smirked, leaning down to drag your tongue along the curve of her shoulder, tasting salt and desperation. Your free hand slid between her legs, fingers circling her clit with featherlight touches—just enough to make her breath hitch mid-sentence. "Oh?" Her boyfriend’s voice was laced with concern. "You sound off. You sure you’re not coming down with something?"
Leeseo bit down on her lip hard enough to bruise as your fingers dipped lower, teasing her slick entrance where your cock was already buried. "N-no, just—" Her voice cracked when you thrust shallowly, the sudden movement punching a quiet gasp from her. "Just… overworked. You know how it is."
You chuckled against her ear, your breath hot as your teeth grazed the shell of it. "How long do you think you’ll survive this, baby?" you murmured, voice thick with amusement. Your fingers tightened around her clit, pinching just enough to make her jerk against you, her cunt clenching around your cock like a vice.
She whimpered, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk until her knuckles turned white. "M-maybe I should… lie down," she stammered, her voice breathless. "I think I—oh god—I think I need to rest."
Your hand clamped over her mouth just as another thrust sent a full-body shudder through her. "Tell him you love him," you ordered against her ear, your voice dark with amusement. "Go on. Say it sweetly."
Leeseo’s breath came in ragged pants against your palm before you slowly removed it, letting her speak. "I—I love you," she forced out, the words trembling as your fingers returned to her clit, rubbing slow circles that made her thighs shake.
"Love you too," he replied, oblivious. "You sound really out of it. You sure you don’t want me to come over? I can bring soup or something."
You bit down on her shoulder at that, stifling your own groan against her skin as her cunt clenched around you in response. "N-no!" she yelped, then quickly softened her tone. "I mean… I’m fine. Really. Just… need to sleep."
Her phone clattered onto the desk, skidding dangerously close to the edge as you pinned both her wrists against the small of her back in one swift motion. Leeseo's wide, startled eyes met yours in silent protest—mouth parted around a gasp that never escaped—as you rocked into her with deliberate, deep thrusts that left no room for resistance.
"Leeseo?" Her boyfriend's voice crackled through the phone's speaker, tinny with concern. "Hello? Did you drop something?"
She clenched her jaw, teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to turn the skin white under the pressure. The muscles in her thighs trembled with the effort of staying quiet, her body strung tight as a bowstring beneath yours. But you knew her too well—knew exactly how to twist your hips just so, dragging the swollen head of your cock against that spot inside her that made her vision blur.
A broken whimper escaped despite her efforts, her breath hitching audibly as her fingers curled helplessly against your grip.
The phone slipped from Leeseo’s sweat-slicked fingers with a clatter, skidding across the polished desk just as you pinned both her wrists against the small of her back in one fluid motion. Her breath hitched—lips parted around a silent gasp—as her wide, panicked eyes locked onto yours in wordless protest. You merely smirked, rolling your hips in a slow, deliberate grind that dragged a muffled whimper from her throat.
"Leeseo?" Her boyfriend’s voice crackled through the phone’s speaker, tinny with concern. "Hello? Did you drop something?"
She clenched her jaw, teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to leave crescent-shaped indents in the flesh. Her thighs trembled, muscles straining beneath your grip as you fucked her with deep, measured thrusts designed to unravel her. The wet slap of skin against skin filled the office, punctuated by her ragged, uneven breaths.
But you knew her too well—knew exactly how to angle your hips just so, the swollen head of your cock dragging against that spot inside her that made her toes curl. A broken whimper escaped despite her efforts, her cunt clenching around you in involuntary pulses.
Leeseo’s thighs trembled violently as you drove into her with relentless precision, her body pinned between your grip and the unforgiving edge of the desk. Her wrists strained against your hold, fingers twitching helplessly as another sharp thrust forced a choked gasp from her throat. The slick sound of your cock plunging into her over and over mingled with the creak of the desk beneath her weight, every movement pushing her closer to the edge she couldn’t escape.
Her head lolled forward, sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks as her breath came in ragged, uneven bursts. You tightened your grip on her wrists, yanking them higher up her back until her spine arched sharply, her ass pressing flush against your hips. The shift in angle dragged a broken moan from her lips—your name, half-sobbed, half-pleaded—as you pistoned into her with brutal efficiency.
Then it hit her.
Her entire body locked up, muscles taut as bowstrings, her cunt clamping around you like a vice. A strangled cry tore from her throat, raw and unfiltered, as her orgasm ripped through her with violent intensity. “I—I’m cumming!” she screamed, the words cracking under the weight of her pleasure, her voice echoing off the office walls. Her back arched impossibly further, toes curling as her pussy pulsed around you, wetness gushing down her thighs in slick, shameful rivulets.
The moment her orgasm hit, you didn't hold back. With a growl that vibrated through her sweat-slicked back, you slammed into her one final time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock twitched inside her. Warmth flooded her depths in thick pulses, your release mixing with hers as her cunt milked you greedily through the aftershocks. Leeseo gasped—a wet, shuddering sound—her thighs trembling violently as your cum filled her, the sensation dragging another weak whimper from her swollen lips.
The phone lay abandoned near her trembling fingers, still emitting the tinny sound of her boyfriend’s confused voice. "Leeseo? What was that noise? Are you—" You smirked, plucking it up with one hand while the other remained firmly wrapped around her waist, keeping her pinned against you as your cock throbbed inside her, still buried deep. Leeseo whimpered, her body limp and spent, her thighs slick with sweat and the evidence of her orgasm.
You pressed the phone back into her shaking hand, your lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Answer him," you murmured, your voice thick with amusement. "Tell him you’re fine."
She swallowed hard, her breath ragged as she lifted the phone to her ear. "I—I’m okay," she stammered, her voice hoarse and uneven.
"Bullshit," her boyfriend snapped, his tone sharp with suspicion. "That wasn’t nothing. Were you—were you with someone else?"
Leeseo’s breath hitched, her fingers tightening around the phone as your hand slid down her stomach, fingertips tracing the sensitive skin just above where your cock still filled her. She shuddered, her thighs trembling as your thumb brushed over her swollen clit in a slow, deliberate circle. A whimper escaped her lips before she could stop it.
The screen flickered to life before Leeseo could react—her boyfriend’s confused face filling the frame just as your arms hooked under her thighs, lifting her off the desk in one swift motion. Her breath hitched, legs instinctively wrapping around your waist as gravity dragged her down onto your cock, the sudden penetration punching a sharp cry from her lips. "N-no—wait—!" she stammered, fingers scrambling against your shoulders, but the phone had already clattered onto the desk, the camera angled perfectly to capture her bouncing in your grip, her toes curled helplessly above the floor.
For a frozen second, silence. Then—
"Leeseo?!" Her boyfriend’s voice cracked through the speaker, high with shock. "What the fuck—who is—?!"
You answered by slamming her down harder, your hips snapping up to meet her, the wet slap of skin echoing obscenely through the office. Leeseo’s head snapped back, a broken scream tearing from her throat as her nails dug into your shoulders. "D-Daddy—I can’t—he’s *watching*—!"
"Oh, he’s watching alright," you growled, adjusting your grip to hike her higher, your cock grinding deeper as her thighs trembled around you. On screen, her boyfriend’s face twisted—horror, betrayal, fury—but Leeseo was beyond noticing. Her hips rolled instinctively, her cunt fluttering around you as another brutal thrust dragged a guttural moan from her chest. "Fuck—*fuck*—!"
The phone screen wobbled with each movement, her boyfriend’s strangled curses dissolving into static as you pivoted, pressing Leeseo’s back against the nearest wall. Her legs tightened around you, heels digging into your ass as you fucked her in sharp, shallow strokes designed to tease. "Tell him," you murmured against her ear, your breath hot. "Tell him who owns this pussy."
The force of your thrusts pinned Leeseo against the wall, her shoulders scraping against the drywall as her legs trembled around your waist. The phone lay forgotten on the desk, its screen still displaying her boyfriend’s horrified expression—his mouth moving soundlessly, his eyes wide with disbelief. But neither of you cared. All that mattered was the wet, rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the way her cunt clenched around you with every punishing drive of your hips.
"You feel that?" you growled, biting down on the curve of her shoulder as your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs. "Feel how fucking deep I am?" Leeseo could only whimper in response, her nails dragging down your back as her head lolled forward, sweat-damp hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. Her pussy pulsed around you, hot and slick, her body trembling on the precipice of another orgasm.
Then you shifted your grip, hooking one arm beneath her knees and spreading her wide—forcing her legs apart until her swollen, glistening cunt was fully exposed to the camera’s unblinking eye. Her boyfriend’s choked gasp crackled through the speaker, but Leeseo was beyond shame now. Her back arched, her hips grinding down onto your cock as you fucked her with relentless, brutal strokes.
"Look at him," you ordered, your voice rough with exertion. "Watch him watch you fall apart." Leeseo’s tear-streaked face turned toward the phone, her lips parted around ragged, uneven breaths. Her boyfriend’s expression twisted—betrayal, fury, disgust—but his gaze remained locked on where your cock disappeared into her, again and again, her pussy stretched obscenely around your length.
Then it happened.
Leeseo's entire body seized as the orgasm tore through her, her thighs clamping around your hips with bruising force. A guttural scream ripped from her throat—half pleasure, half humiliation—as her pussy convulsed violently around your cock, hot juices gushing down your shaft in slick, shameful rivulets. Her boyfriend's strangled gasp crackled through the phone's speaker, his horrified face frozen on the screen just as her cunt pulsed around you one final time, squirting hard enough for the translucent spray to glisten in the dim office light.
Then you let go.
A deep groan tore from your chest as your hips snapped forward one last time, burying yourself to the hilt as your cock twitched inside her. Warmth flooded her depths in thick, pulsing spurts, your release mixing with hers as it overflowed—dripping down her swollen lips in sticky strands that clung to her trembling thighs. Leeseo whimpered, her body going slack against you, her legs trembling violently as you slowly pulled out, watching your cum leak from her well-used pussy onto the floor beneath her.
Her boyfriend's voice was barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing. "*What the fuck*—Leeseo?! Answer me! Who the fuck is—"
But she was beyond responding. Her body slid bonelessly down the wall, collapsing onto the office floor in a heap of limp limbs and sweat-slick skin. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven breaths, her fingers twitching weakly against the carpet as a final shudder ran through her. The phone screen flickered—his face twisted in fury, mouth moving soundlessly—before the call abruptly disconnected, leaving the office bathed in heavy silence save for Leeseo's exhausted whimpers.
(7.9k words) I did this in one night cause for some odd reason it flowed to me so I ran this through Red bull. hope you guys enjoy.
Life changes fast. Faster than most people realize. It keeps moving no matter what happens, whether someone is ready for it or not. Time does not pause for heartbreak, fear, or hesitation. It simply continues forward, dragging the world with it.Ten years can reshape everything.Trends are born and buried within weeks. Opinions shift overnight. Society follows every new wave that rises across social media, chasing what is current while discarding what is not. Those who remain stuck in the past are often forgotten, left behind without a second glance.
And the eyes of society have become sharper than ever.
Judgment now comes easily, handed out by strangers who know nothing beyond a screen. Ordinary people can be picked apart for how they look, how they speak, what they believe. A single moment can become a label that follows them for years. So imagine what it must be like for someone whose life has always been watched. Someone expected to smile correctly, speak carefully, move gracefully, and remain flawless beneath thousands of eyes. One mistake. One rumor. One wrong step. And the foundation they spent years building can begin to crack.
Leeseo knew that better than most.
Trained to become an idol while still young, much of her life had been mapped out before she was old enough to understand it fully. There were rules to follow, boundaries not to cross, words she could say and words she could not. She was taught early that dreams could disappear just as quickly as they arrived, like dust caught in the wind. There were things taken from her along the way. Pieces of an ordinary youth traded for practice rooms, cameras, schedules, and expectations too heavy for someone so young. But she endured it all. Because she believed the sacrifices would mean something someday. Because she believed if she worked hard enough, stayed strong enough, and trusted herself enough, the future waiting for her would shine brighter than everything she had lost. And for a long time, it did.
Success had never come to her as easily as people assumed.From the outside, it looked effortless, bright lights, polished smiles, sold-out stages, and the kind of beauty people envied from behind their screens. But behind every graceful performance were years built on exhaustion, pressure, and surviving storms she had never asked for. There had been allegations. Rumors. Misunderstood moments twisted into headlines. Words thrown at her by people who had never met her, yet spoke as if they knew everything.
Every controversy, every whisper, every cruel comment became another step she was forced to climb. None of it was easy. None of it was gentle. And each experience, whether she wanted it or not, shaped the person she had become now at twenty years old. Older. Wiser. Far more tired than she should have been. Sometimes, Leeseo wished she could go back and scold her sixteen-year-old self, the girl who once begged to grow up faster. Because adulthood, she had learned, was not freedom wrapped in sunlight. It was responsibility. Loneliness. Compromise. It was smiling while exhausted. It was carrying expectations no one else could see. It was wanting things you could not have and pretending that did not hurt.
When she was younger, she thought becoming an adult meant finally being free to enjoy life however she wanted. And in some ways, that was true. If you were truly free at all. Leeseo knew now that she lived inside a bubble made from the very dream she once chased so desperately. A beautiful bubble, glittering from the outside but still a bubble nonetheless. It decided where she could go. Who she could meet. What she could say. What she had to hide.
And the cruelest part was that she had built it herself.She had always been a dreamer. A full-time dreamer, once upon a time. Her mind used to race with endless possibilities, with hope so large it could drown every fear. But lately, that engine inside her, the one that made her believe in tomorrow, felt broken. Out of service. Silent. As if it had quietly left one day and never planned on returning. She used to believe first times were sacred. Your first love. Your first kiss. Your first hand to hold. Your first hug that made your heart race.
To her, those moments were meant to be treasured forever.But outside her bubble, the world seemed to treat such things differently now. Love had become casual. Promises temporary. Bodies replaceable. Loyalty negotiable. People betrayed each other with the same ease they once said “I love you.” Commitment was laughed at. Sincerity was mistaken for weakness. And affection, something once precious, was traded around like currency.
Leeseo could only shake her head at it all. Maybe she was old-fashioned. Maybe she was naïve. Or maybe the world had simply forgotten how to love gently. Whatever the reason, one thought had slowly settled into her heart over the years: Love, in this generation, felt futile. It did not help that some of her fellow idols seemed to think the same way. To them, fans were little more than numbers. Fuel. A loyal crowd meant to lift them higher while remaining below, cheering from a distance as they rose further out of reach.
Leeseo knew this because she had seen it herself. And it disgusted her. She had once been a fan too, long before the stages, before the cameras, before people knew her name. She understood what it meant to admire someone, to save photos on your phone, to wait for comebacks, to find comfort in music made by people you may never meet. She would always be a fan of K-pop in some way. Which was exactly why the disrespect hurt so much. Because she knew fans did not love halfway. They gave time, money, energy, loyalty, and pieces of their hearts to people they believed in. To treat that devotion like something disposable felt cruel.
Yet she could never say any of this aloud. She had been trained too well. Smile politely. Answer carefully. Never cause trouble. Never reveal too much. So instead, she kept quiet and poured every unsaid thought into the pink diary she had owned since she was twelve years old. Its cover had faded over time, the corners softened by years of use. Inside it lived every version of her. The excited child, the exhausted trainee, the rising idol, the lonely young woman trying to understand herself. She wrote in it every night, especially on days when her chest felt too heavy with words she could not speak. One particular ent ry held a sentence she returned to often:
Love is old-fashioned for you, Hyunseo.
It was true. Love would always be old-fashioned to her. She had grown up watching her parents love each other quietly and faithfully. No grand performances. No games. No chasing attention. Just patience, respect, laughter in the kitchen, soft apologies, and hands that still reached for each other after all those years. That was love to her. Steady. Kind. Certain.She knew her standards because of them. She knew what kind of person she hoped for someday, someone who would not complete her, but walk beside her honestly. But sometimes, in the silence of her room, Leeseo wondered if love had simply never been meant for her. Because perhaps she had sacrificed it the moment she chose her dream. The only kind of love she had ever been openly allowed to receive was from fans. And she did love them for it. She loved them for the cheers, the letters, the patience, the way they stayed beside her through every era of her life.
But what if one day they didn’t? What if they became disappointed in her? What if they walked away? Then who would she be? People always told her the same thing, that she would not be Leeseo without her fans. It was meant as praise.But to her, it sounded like a warning. Because beneath all the applause and affection was the fear she never admitted aloud: If their love disappeared… would there be anything left of her at all?
Her favorite place to disappear was the university near their dorms. Not a café. Not a luxury store. Not some hidden celebrity lounge. A library. It was the one place where she was allowed to exist as herself, not Leeseo, not the polished idol people adored, but Hyunseo Lee. Just a young woman trying to understand life one quiet day at a time. Inside those walls, she had space that belonged only to her. Space where no cameras followed, no managers checked schedules, no strangers judged the angle of her smile. She could simply sit by the window, tuck her legs beneath her chair, and lose herself in the fictional worlds she loved so much. She adored action novels with reckless heroines and impossible stakes.But romance novels were her true weakness.The kind with accidental hand touches, stubborn leads who slowly fell in love, confessions under rain, and endings that promised warmth after hardship. There had been one afternoon when she read a scene so unbearably sweet that she squealed before she could stop herself. The librarian had immediately shushed her. And no, the librarian had not recognized her. Which somehow made it even better. For once, she was not famous. She was just another student being too loud in the library. A normal student. Well… almost normal. The reason she could come and go so freely without questions was simple: the head librarian happened to be her uncle. With a few favors, a spare access card, and his promise to keep her visits secret, the place had quietly become her sanctuary. And since most college students barely used the library unless exams were approaching, it often felt like her own private kingdom of books and silence.
That morning, autumn had wrapped the campus in soft gold. Leeseo walked toward the university gates while brown leaves scattered across the ground like crumpled paper. Each crunch beneath her boots made her giggle behind her mask, childish delight escaping in small bursts. Today, she looked nothing like an idol. No glamorous styling. No stage makeup. No expensive image to maintain. Just a girl dressed for the weather. A white cardigan hugged her shoulders over a flowery dress that swayed gently with each step. Black knee-high boots clicked against the pavement, and a pair of headphones rested around her neck, ready for whatever playlist matched her mood. Students passed by in waves around her. Some carried warm drinks with sleepy eyes and rushed steps. Some clutched folders and thesis papers like they were carrying the weight of the world. Others laughed with friends, talking excitedly about classes, professors, deadlines, and subjects she wished she had time to study herself. She watched them with quiet fascination. There was something beautiful about ordinary worries. Something precious about having the freedom to complain about homework instead of headlines. Though hidden behind her mask, a smile warmed her face. For a little while, she could pretend she belonged among them. And as the campus library came into view, tall and familiar beneath the autumn trees, Hyunseo Lee, not Leeseo, felt herself breathe easier.
Her seat was always on the second floor of the library, tucked beside the wide window overlooking the campus paths below. It had become her spot over time. From there, she could watch students hurry to class, couples share umbrellas, friends gossip on benches, and sleepy undergraduates drag themselves through morning lectures with coffee in hand. There was something strangely calming about observing lives so different from her own. It reminded her that the world was bigger than schedules, rehearsals, and cameras.
But today, something was off. The moment she reached her table, Leeseo noticed a sheet of paper resting neatly in the center. She blinked. That definitely had not been there yesterday. Then her eyes slowly lowered to the bottom half of it. Wet. Her tumbler sat innocently beside it, coated in condensation. Tiny beads of moisture had dripped down the metal surface and pooled onto the table, soaking nearly half the page.
“Oh no.”
She snatched the paper up in horror. The title read: Fluid Mechanics 101. Below it were equations, symbols, and formulas that looked less like schoolwork and more like an ancient curse. Numbers floated beside letters. Greek symbols glared at her. Fractions stacked like impossible architecture. She had no idea what any of it meant. But one thing was clear. It looked important. Very important. Leeseo’s stomach dropped.
“What do I do…?”
She glanced around wildly, already imagining an exhausted student crying over ruined notes, or worse, a furious professor hunting down whoever destroyed academic property. Then footsteps approached. Close. Steady. Getting closer. Her neck snapped toward the sound so fast she nearly gave herself whiplash. A tall figure stopped beside the table. Panic exploded inside her chest. This was it. Her identity would be exposed not by scandal, not by paparazzi, but by accidentally drowning someone’s engineering homework. She shot to her feet immediately, bowing out of instinct and fear.
“I-I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to—”
You glanced at her, then at the soaked paper.
“...You’re the one who ruined it?”
Your voice held something strange. Not anger. Not disappointment. Something dangerously close to excitement. Leeseo froze. It felt like one of those moments when life suddenly went off script. Like when a barista casually asks, How’s your day? and someone answers, Terrible, actually, causing the poor employee’s soul to leave their body. That was exactly what this felt like. There was no possible way someone could sound happy about destroyed notes.
“Y-Yeah,” she admitted cautiously. “I did…”
Your eyes lit up.
“Yes!”
Leeseo flinched.
“Thank God,” you said, clutching the damp paper dramatically. “You are a lifesaver, miss.”
She stared.
“Now I don’t have to recite in class, and I can finally stop pretending my dog ate my notes.”
Her brain short-circuited.
“…What?”
You pointed at the page.
“Do you know how hard it is to fake understanding fluid mechanics? I’ve been nodding at equations for three weeks.”
Leeseo looked at the formulas again. Then back at you. Then at the formulas.
Then back at you.
“…So you’re not mad?”
“Mad?” you scoffed. “Miss, I’m considering buying you lunch.”
For the first time that morning, she laughed. A real laugh. Bright and sudden behind her mask. And just like that, the most stressful thirty seconds of her week became the funniest.
“By the way,” you said casually, slipping the ruined paper into your bag, “I haven’t seen you around this library before.”
Leeseo stiffened.
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You offered a smile that reached your eyes. “What’s your name? And what course are you taking?”
Panic. Pure, immediate panic. A name was easy. A course was not. She hadn’t expected follow-up questions. Certainly not college-related ones. Sure, she had overheard her brother complain about university classes often enough, but if she named the same major and you happened to know anything about it, she’d be exposed within minutes. If she chose some random field, that was somehow worse, because she knew absolutely nothing about those too. It was a lose-lose situation. Leeseo swallowed hard behind her mask. Think. Think faster.
“I’m… Hyunseo,” she said first, relieved one truth had escaped her lips. Then came the lie.
“I uhh… major in education.”
You nodded.
So far so good. She panicked again and kept going.
“On… umm… kids.”
Silence. Her own soul left her body. On kids? What did that even mean?
“Yeah,” she added weakly. “Kids.”
She wanted the floor to split open and claim her. But to her surprise, your face brightened with understanding.
“Ah! So you’re going to be a teacher for children. That’s cool.”
Leeseo nearly collapsed from relief.
“That means you’re studying easy math and English, right?” you continued. “I’m jealous. Meanwhile I’m out here suffering through kinematics, machine design… and of course—” You held up the soaked page dramatically.
“Fluid mechanics.” You said it with the universal exhaustion of every overworked college student.
Leeseo, who understood none of those words beyond and and of, nodded solemnly like a wise scholar. “Yes,” she said quietly. “Very difficult.”
You sighed. “You get me.” She did not.
“Anyway,” you said, shifting your bag onto your shoulder, “about that lunch—”
“You don’t have to.”
The words came out sharper than either of you expected. You blinked. Your brows lifted slightly, the smallest sign of surprise crossing your face.
Leeseo straightened. “I mean…” she said, softer now but still firm, “you don’t have to do all this. I’m fine as it is.” She needed you to understand. Distance was safer. Politeness without closeness. Kindness without attachment. That bubble she lived in existed for a reason to keep disappointment outside where it belonged. Less drama. Less noise.Less chances to get hurt. Better that way. You studied her for a moment. Then grinned.
“Well, how about this?”
Leeseo already disliked the confidence in your tone.
“Since I’m running late today, I’ll bring drinks tomorrow and wait for you here.”
She opened her mouth. You kept going.
“Or,” you said thoughtfully, glancing at the table, “I’ll just leave one right here with a note.” You pointed dramatically at the wood surface. “Drink reserved for Hyunseo.”
Her eyes widened.
“See you tomorrow,” you said, stepping backward toward the stairs. “Thanks again.”
And just like that, you left. No hesitation. No room for protest. No respect at all for the speech she had just delivered. Leeseo stood frozen beside the table, blinking repeatedly behind her mask. There was no way. No way a man had just ignored her boundaries so cheerfully. No way she had made a perfectly clear point only for him to walk straight past it with a smile. She looked at the damp Fluid Mechanics paper still in her hand. Then toward the staircase where you had disappeared. Then back at the paper.
“…Ridiculous.”
Yet for some reason, the corner of her mouth kept trying to smile. All she could do was sigh. With her book tucked against her chest, Leeseo walked back to the members’ dorm, replaying the strange encounter in her mind over and over again. What a ridiculous day. What an unnecessarily charming, confusing, disruptive day. Her sanctuary had been invaded by a man with damp notes and too much confidence. By the time she reached the dorm, she had already made up her mind. She was not going back to that library for a long time. Absolutely not.
“Gaeul-unnie, thanks for letting me borrow your book,” Leeseo said the next evening, handing it back carefully. “I liked the concept of the red string theory.”
Gaeul looked at the book. Then at her. Then back at the book. “Huh?” she said. “You didn’t return it to the library?” Leeseo blinked.
“…Should I?”
“Yes?” Gaeul laughed. “It’s due tomorrow. I must’ve forgotten to tell you. Sorry, Leeseo-ya.”
Silence. Pure silence. Leeseo stared ahead as if her soul had left the room. There was no way. No way the universe was this petty. She had dramatically sworn never to return there, and now fate itself had handed her a late fee. Wonderful. Just wonderful.
She barely slept that night. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind replayed your smug smile. Could she report you for stalking? No. Could she legally tase you? Probably not. Would it be satisfying? Absolutely. She rolled left. Then right. Then face-down. Then diagonally across the bed like a defeated starfish. Sleep never came.
So by the time she arrived on campus the next morning, she looked and felt utterly drained. Not even comeback promotions with full schedules had exhausted her this much. Yet here she was, cardigan wrapped around her, book in hand, silently praying you had forgotten your dramatic promise. The old library door creaked open. She scanned the room. No sign of you. Good. She approached the front desk and handed over the book with forced calmness. The librarian stamped the return card and slid it aside. Leeseo casually glanced around again. Still no sign of you. Good. And yet… Somewhere annoyingly deep inside her chest, there was the faintest sting of disappointment. She frowned at herself. Ridiculous.
“Um… excuse me, ma’am?” she asked suddenly.
The librarian looked up.
“Have you seen a guy come in here? Around five-seven… maybe five-eight?”
The librarian waited. Leeseo panicked and added, “Looks too mature, but also kind of like a golden retriever.”
The woman stared at her. “A golden retriever human?”
Leeseo wanted to evaporate on the spot. Why had she said that? Why was she describing a stranger’s vibe?
“N-Never mind,” she muttered quickly. “Sorry.”
Face warm with embarrassment, she hurried away. Her feet moved on autopilot toward her usual table upstairs. And then she stopped. There you were. Sleeping peacefully with your head resting on folded arms, sprawled over the table as though the library belonged to you. Beside you sat two iced lattes, both cold enough that condensation beaded down the cups. Waiting. For her. Sunlight streamed through the window and landed across your face so perfectly it looked staged, turning the scene annoyingly beautiful. Like some prince in a romance novel waiting for the heroine he absolutely did not deserve to resemble. Leeseo’s cheeks warmed instantly.
“Idiot…” she murmured.
A smile slipped onto her lips before she erased it just as quickly. Her eyes dropped to the drinks. One had a label written in marker: Supernova lover She almost scoffed. How cliché. And suspiciously informed. It was also the best drink from the campus café, a fact she knew well, because she bought it often. She stood there, uncertain. Should she wake you? Should she leave? Should she pretend she never saw this and run? But the sweating cups told their own story. You had been here a while. Waiting. Not knowing if she would come. Not knowing if she would ignore you. Not knowing if yesterday meant anything at all. Yet you stayed. That thought made something soft bloom in her chest. You should have left. You should have forgotten her. You should have lied. That would have been easier. That would have been normal. But no. You stayed. You kept your word. You waited for someone who gave you every reason not to. And in a world where romance felt cheapened, careless, and hollow, you held onto it like the last warm ember. Leeseo lowered herself quietly into the chair across from you. Then reached for the latte meant for her.
Still cold. Still sweet. Still waiting. Just like you.
“Hey… you awake?”
Her voice was soft as feathers, sweet as honey, gentle enough to slip into your dreams and pull you back to reality. Your eyes slowly opened. And there she was. Face glowing beneath the morning light, delicate and bright like something too precious to touch carelessly. Her hazel-brown eyes were kissed by sunlight streaming through the window, warm and golden at the edges. For a second, you simply stared. She was too beautiful to be described by ordinary words.
“Am I in heaven?” you murmured sleepily. “Because I’m looking at an angel in real time.”
“Guess you’re awake,” she replied flatly.
You laughed under your breath and stretched your arms, shaking off sleep as Leeseo sat across from you. She picked up the drink you bought and inspected it with suspicious seriousness.
“Milk latte. With sprinkles,” she noted. “Not my usual choice… but I’d like it.”
Then she looked at you directly. “So what’s your deal?”
Her expression remained unreadable, polished blankness perfected by years of idol training. If someone didn’t know better, they’d think she felt nothing at all.
You only chuckled. “Just wanted to be friends.” You took a sip of your drink.
“Yeah,” she said instantly. “With benefits, right?”
The silence that followed was somehow louder than the library itself. You blinked. Once. Twice. Then realization hit, and a laugh escaped you, warm, genuine, impossible to hold back.
“How in the world did you come to that conclusion?” you asked, grinning. “Like seriously, walk me through the process.”
Leeseo frowned. “I mean… everyone wants to get in bed more than they want real friendship. And the fact you’re a guy and I’m a girl—”
“Who says I’m part of the everyone you’re talking about?” You leaned back slightly, amused. That smug look on your face made her mouth open. Close. Open again. Then close once more. She hated that expression. It was the kind worn by people who thought they were different, until time exposed them like everyone else. Maybe if she pushed enough, your mask would fall too.
“Well, I just…” she started, frustrated. “I just know, okay? I’ve seen guys like you. They act friendly, wait until I’m vulnerable, then suddenly they want something else.”
You tilted your head. “That’s oddly specific.”
She stiffened. “You read that on Twitter or TikTok?” You spoke which caught her off guard.
“N-No!” The answer came too quickly.
You raised a brow. There it was. Leeseo looked away, annoyed with herself. You set your drink down and spoke more gently this time.
“Look, Hyunseo. Not everyone belongs to the everyone you’re describing.”
She glanced back at you.
“I get your point,” you continued. “You want to protect yourself. You want to move freely without being pressured into what society says you should do, feel, or become.” Your voice stayed calm, steady. “But the people you’re talking about? They’re one circle.” You tapped the table lightly. “There are other circles too.”
Leeseo went quiet. The words settled somewhere deeper than she wanted to admit. She had every reason to be defensive. She had watched the world cheapen connection, blur boundaries, turn affection into convenience. She wanted no part in it. So she built walls. Strong ones. Necessary ones. But now, sitting across from someone who had waited for her with cold coffee and no demands. she wondered if maybe she had mistaken the whole world for only one crowd.
You suddenly stood up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Well,” you said casually, “since I already gave you the drink I promised, I’ll be on my way now.”
Leeseo blinked. Things were moving far too fast. First, you challenged everything she had just said. Then you spoke like some annoyingly wise philosopher. And now you were leaving? Just like that? How dare you. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor as she stood so abruptly several students glanced over.
“Wait!”
You turned back. Leeseo marched a step closer, eyes narrowed.
“You can’t just leave me like this.”
“…Like what?”
“You started this.”
Her voice rose without permission. Around the room, heads slowly lifted from books. Wonderful.
“You said you were different,” she continued, “yet you’re acting exactly like them.”
“Hyunseo, that’s not—”
“If you’re going to be different, then don’t leave me like this!”
“Okay, now you’re making me sound like the villain.”
“How dare you shake up all my emotions and then just walk away an—mmph?!”
You clapped a hand gently over her mouth before she could finish. Not to be dramatic. But because the entire second floor now looked ready to witness a public breakup between two people who were not dating. Leeseo glared at you. Unfortunately for her, the glare looked more adorable than threatening.
“Come on,” you muttered.
By the time you reached outside campus grounds, you finally let go of her mouth. You exhaled deeply. Thank God no one had tried to intervene while you half-guided, half-carried an outraged tiny woman out of the library. Your relief lasted exactly one second.
Thwack.
Leeseo kicked your shin. “Jerk!”
“Ow!” You grabbed your leg. “Why are you so violent?”
“Why did you shut me up and drag me away?”
“Because you were making things weird.”
She opened her mouth to argue. Then paused. Then remembered exactly how she sounded.
Then turned bright red. And instead of admitting it, she chose violence again. Tiny fists repeatedly landed against your chest.
“Jerk! Pervert! Idiot! Douchebag! And all of the above!”
You barely felt it. It was less assault and more aggressive tapping.
You laughed. “You ran out of insults, huh?”
“Yeah, pretty much,” she huffed. “But you get the point.”
“I really do.”
Eventually, her playful attack slowed to a stop. You straightened. “So,” you said, “I still want to be friends. My offer stands.”
Leeseo crossed her arms. “And what exactly do I gain from this?”
You gestured proudly to yourself. “Me, of course.”
“Pass.”
You gasped dramatically.“What? You went off script. That’s not what you were supposed to say. Time out.”You made a giant T-shape with your hands. That finally earned a laugh from her. Small. Bright. Real. It slipped out before she could stop it. And for someone who often laughed because cameras expected it, because manners required it, or because professionalism demanded it, this one was just hers. You smiled.
“You’re insufferable,” she muttered.
“Yet you laughed.”
She hated that you were right. Leeseo looked away, thinking. Friendship was risky. Connections came with strings. Expectations. Disappointment. Pain. She knew all of that. But you weren’t from her world. No cameras. No contracts. No hidden agenda she could see. Maybe this could be different. Maybe stepping outside her bubble, even a little, wouldn’t destroy her. Maybe for once, she wanted to be Hyunseo. Not Leeseo.
“…Fine,” she said at last. “I’ll see you again tomorrow. Same spot.”
You grinned immediately.
“But don’t be late,” she added. “Or I’ll leave early.”
“There’s a reason they call me the Bird Man.”
She frowned. “Why?”
You leaned in. “Because I have a Big Di—”
“Look at the time!” she blurted, spinning around instantly. “I have to go. Tomorrow, Y/N. Don’t piss me off.” She stuck her tongue out at you in what was clearly meant to be a threatening gesture. It failed completely. It only made her look cuter. You watched her walk away, boots clicking against the pavement. Then shook your head, smiling to yourself. How could God create someone so adorable while she was actively trying to be angry? That was a mystery you fully intended to study tomorrow.
As the days passed, something about Leeseo began to change. It was subtle at first. A smile she tried to hide when walking through the dorm door. The way she clutched her phone closer to her chest whenever someone walked by. The soft giggles coming from her room late at night. How she suddenly volunteered to “go for a walk” more often than usual. How her mood seemed lighter, brighter, like someone had quietly turned the sun back on inside her. Gaeul noticed first. And once Gaeul noticed something, it was only a matter of time before everyone else did too. So one evening, while Leeseo was out, Gaeul held an emergency member meeting. A very serious one. Without the person being discussed.
“She’s smiling at her phone,” Gaeul announced dramatically.
Rei gasped. Wonyoung leaned forward immediately. “No way.”
“She keeps sneaking into her room and closing the door,” Gaeul continued.
Rei clutched her chest. “Our baby is growing up…”
Wonyoung looked ready to cry tears of pride. Meanwhile, Yujin sat with crossed arms, unconvinced. To her, romance in their industry wasn’t cute. It was dangerous. Scandals, headlines, rumors, backlash, one mistake could become a wildfire. Liz worried for a different reason. She feared heartbreak more than headlines. Leeseo loved deeply, even when she tried not to. If someone hurt her, Liz wasn’t sure she’d recover easily. Still, all five members agreed on one thing: They needed answers.
They didn’t have to wait long. One rare afternoon off, Yujin called everyone into the living room.
Even Leeseo. Especially Leeseo. She entered with her phone in hand, barely paying attention, already giggling at another ridiculous reel you had sent her. Then another meme. Then another meme reel, this time its a clip of Ishowspeed saying “Kill that boy”. She didn’t even know she found this kind of humor funny. Apparently, she did now.
“Why are we meeting?” she asked absentmindedly, still typing.
Yujin sat forward. “We’re here for one purpose only.”
Leeseo finally looked up. “…What?”
“You.” Leeseo froze. The room suddenly felt smaller.
“You’ve been sneaking out lately,” Yujin continued. “Laughing at your phone alone. Smiling to yourself. Acting suspiciously happy.” Rei nodded solemnly. “Very suspicious.”
“And,” Yujin added, “it seems there’s a guy involved.”
Leeseo’s eyes widened, only slightly, but enough for everyone to notice. Being stared at by all five members at once made her feel strangely vulnerable. Like she was twelve again, caught doing something she couldn’t explain.Thankfully, Liz moved closer beside her.
“We’re not here to judge you,” Liz said gently. “Just be honest. We won’t stop you unless it’s something really bad.”
Leeseo swallowed. Then took a deep breath.
“I made a friend,” she said carefully. “At my library spot.”
Silence. Then Gaeul slowly turned to the others.
“She has a library spot?”
Wonyoung whispered, “That’s not the important part.”
Yujin stayed focused. “A guy?”
Leeseo looked down. “…Yeah.”
“Does he know who you are?”
Leeseo shook her head. Yujin inhaled slowly, the burden of leadership settling across her shoulders. As leader, protecting her members wasn’t optional. Even from personal choices. Especially from personal choices.
“Leeseo,” she said firmly, “you’re an adult now. You’re not a kid we constantly have to remind anymore. So be smart. Be mindful of who you trust. You don’t know if people have good intentions or if they’re using you—”
“I know what I’m doing!”
The words snapped out sharper than anyone expected. The room fell silent. Leeseo herself looked startled. It was rare, almost unheard of, for her to raise her voice. She was the sunshine of the group. The softest laugh. The youngest one everyone babied. To see her angry now felt like watching summer thunder for the first time. Her chest rose and fell quickly.
“I know what I’m doing,” she repeated, quieter this time. “You all keep talking like I’m still a child.”
No one spoke. Because beneath the frustration was something they all suddenly understood. Leeseo wasn’t angry about the boy. She was angry that no one realized she had already grown up. For Leeseo, it was exhausting. All her life, someone had always been there to tell her what not to do.
Don’t say this. Don’t wear that. Don’t trust too easily. Don’t speak too much. Don’t make mistakes. Don’t disappoint people. Don’t be careless. Don’t be yourself too loudly. Ever since she was twelve, the world had handed her a script and expected her to follow it perfectly. Again and again. Year after year. Everyone seemed to know what was best for her. Everyone knew what they needed from her. Very few ever asked what she needed. And now she was twenty. Two years past eighteen. A legal adult. Yet people still looked at her like someone who needed to be managed. She was tired. So tired. Couldn’t she choose herself just once?
“You guys don’t have to keep reminding me,” she said, voice trembling with frustration as she faced her members. “I know.”
They listened quietly.
“I know I need to be careful. I know I should be wary of strangers. I know I shouldn’t trust someone just because I met them randomly, or because they say nice things, or because they might be a fan.” Her eyes stung.
“I know all of that.” She took a breath.
“I understand the consequences of my actions.” Then softer
“So please… just this once.”
Her voice cracked. “Let me choose myself.”
No one stopped her when she stood. No one spoke when she walked to her room. The door shut behind her with more sadness than anger.
She didn’t care what the others were saying in the living room. Right now, she wanted to be alone. Or rather there was only one person she wanted around. She grabbed her phone and typed quickly. Hey, can we meet at the campus? At that tree near the benches? I know it’s a bit late but… please? Ten seconds didn’t even pass. Sure. Everything okay? Leeseo exhaled. Later. Send.
She slipped out of the dorm quietly, pulling on a hoodie and mask before heading into the night. The walk was calm. Cool air. Streetlights glowing. The city quieter than usual. And there you were already beneath the old campus tree, sitting casually on a bench in a sweater and shorts like someone who had never once worried about impressing anybody. Leeseo smiled despite herself. She sat beside you.
“So,” you said lightly, “what’s up?”
She looked at the stars first. Needed courage from somewhere. Then spoke. “I’m an idol.”
Silence. Her heart pounded instantly. There it was. The truth. No more student lie. No education major. No ordinary Hyunseo from the library. She was a singer. A dancer. A performer. She had lied to you. And now she couldn’t even bring herself to look at your face. Then
“Super idol de xiào róng, dōu méi nǐ de tián—”
She snapped toward you in disbelief.
“Not the meme song from IShowSpeed!” she cried. “I’m an idol! A K-pop idol! Jesus Christ!”
You blinked innocently. “What?”
Leeseo stared at you, completely stunned. This idiot had really responded to her life-changing confession with a viral meme song.
“Do you ever take anything seriously?”
“Nope.”
You leaned back against the bench. “That’s why life is fun.”
She frowned.
“I just let life flow and see where it takes me. Besides…” You turned toward her. “I don’t really care if you’re a K-pop idol, the president, an alien, or a demon.”
Leeseo blinked.
“You’re my friend.” Your voice softened.
“And you’re a good person. That’s enough for me.”
She couldn’t speak. No shock. No fangirling. No asking for favors. No scheming. No sudden change in behavior. Just… you. A regular college guy with nothing flashy about him. And somehow, that made you stand out more than anyone she had ever met. A laugh escaped her. Small at first. Then fuller. Warmer.
“I got worried for nothing,” she admitted.
You grinned. “Then stop worrying about everything.” You nudged her shoulder gently.
“And start doing what you want to do.”
Leeseo looked up at the stars again. For the first time in a long while, The future didn’t feel like a cage. Leeseo looked at you and slowly nodded. Just do what you want to do. Such a simple sentence. Yet that night, those words carved themselves deep into her heart. Something changed in her beneath that starlit sky. Something loosened. Something woke up. Something that had been buried under years of rules, fear, and expectations.
Why?
Because the very next day, as she stood waiting near the campus gate for you, she saw you first. And unfortunately she also saw the girl beside you. Laughing. Talking. Standing too close. Leeseo did not like that. Not one bit. The excited smile she wore all morning vanished instantly. Her expression cooled. Her eyes sharpened like a hawk spotting prey. And for reasons she refused to examine, she hated that girl more than what Trae Young did to the New York Knicks in 2021. To make matters worse, the campus speakers were softly playing Love U Like That. Almost mockingly.
‘Drunk in the rain,Really old habits,Really old baggage…’
Each lyric felt like it had climbed directly into her chest. She didn’t even realize she was already walking toward you. Fast. Purposeful. Dangerously cute. You and your friend stopped mid-conversation when she appeared. Her eyes threw daggers at you. You, meanwhile, only brightened.
“Hey, Hyunseo—”
‘Goddamn, okay,You’re so attractive,How did that happen?’
“Let’s go.” Before you could react, she grabbed your wrist and pulled. Firmly. Possessively. Your eyes widened. You had never heard that tone from her before. You were kind of into it. You like this.
“Yow, Hyunseo, slow down,” you laughed as she dragged you across campus. “My class doesn’t start for another—”
‘I’m wide awake,I don’t need coffee,I know you want me…’
“I don’t care.” She kept walking. Then muttered, cheeks already heating.
“I don’t like it when she’s with you.”
You nearly tripped. Could it be?
“I mean,” you said carefully, “she’s just my friend and—”
‘And me the same,You’re so attractive,How did that happen?’
“I know!” Leeseo snapped, spinning around to face you. “But can’t you see the way she was looking at you?” She pointed dramatically back toward the gate.
“Like what?” you asked, fighting a grin.
“Like she likes you, you big dummy!”
There it was. Pink cheeks. Flustered breathing. Eyes refusing to meet yours. Heart practically audible from where you stood. The song still drifted through the air like fate itself had taken over playlist duty. You stepped closer.
“So what?” you asked softly. “It’s not a big deal, right?”
“It is because I… I…”
You leaned down, lowering yourself to her height. Close enough to admire every detail she tried to hide. Her perfectly sculpted features. The warmth blooming across her cheeks. The way her lips parted slightly whenever she got nervous.
“I… I…”
You smiled gently. “You what?”
Her breath caught. “Tell me, Leeseo.”
‘I love you like that,Everything you do just turns me on…’
“I like you.”
Three words. Eight letters. One truth.
The world seemed to pause.
‘Six o’clock in the morning, babe,Want you more than yesterday…’
You opened your mouth, ready to tease her, praise her, make her suffer just a little for all the chaos she caused. But before a single word left you, she ran. Fast. Ridiculously fast. So fast you briefly wondered if she had secretly trained for national track events. You stood there laughing helplessly as she disappeared down the path, cardigan flying behind her. Meanwhile, Leeseo’s mind was in complete disaster mode.
Did I really say that?
Why did I say that?
Can I ever return to campus?
Should I fake my death?
Yet beneath the panic, beneath the embarrassment, beneath the racing thoughts, Was joy. Pure and terrifying joy. Was this really love? Was this what old-fashioned love felt like? Could she really love like this? Questions raced through her mind like bullet trains without brakes. But one answer stood above them all. For once, She chose herself. Sadly, happiness rarely stays unnoticed. Especially not when eyes are always watching.
From the bushes near the pathway, a camera shutter clicked. Once. Twice. Then several more times. The lens captured the exact moment you leaned down to Leeseo’s height, close enough to make the world assume intimacy. Close enough to create a story. The man behind the camera smirked. He rushed to his car, opened his laptop, and began typing the kind of article that could change lives before breakfast.
Meanwhile, completely unaware, Leeseo had launched herself onto her bed face-first, screaming into her pillow as loudly as she could. There was no way. No way she had just confessed. Her. The great Hyunseo Lee. The girl who overthought every feeling. The girl who analyzed every possibility. The girl who prided herself on composure. Confessing to a guy. In public. Never in a million years had she imagined herself doing something so reckless. She had expected you to confess first. That had been the script in her head. But everything about you made her thoughts scatter like sparks in the wind. You made her happy. Excited. Warm. Ridiculous. And now she had confessed and wanted the bed to swallow her whole. She groaned into the pillow again. Then her bedroom door opened. Liz peeked in.
“Everything okay?” Liz asked gently.
Leeseo lifted her face, cheeks still burning. “…I confessed.”
Liz gasped. Then immediately betrayed her.
“SHE CONFESSED! EVERYONE QUICK! LEESEO CONFESSED TO A GUY!”
“UNNIE!” Leeseo cried.
Within seconds, chaos arrived. Wonyoung entered in a bathrobe, hair full of shampoo. Rei walked in carrying breakfast and still eating. Yujin appeared looking like sleep itself had personally offended her. Gaeul calmly shut the door behind everyone like this was now an official meeting. Leeseo buried her face again.
“I… ran away.”
The room froze. “You what?” Yujin asked slowly.
“I didn’t hear his response.”
All five members groaned in unison. Because why would anyone run away from a confession they initiated? Yujin inhaled, clearly preparing a leadership lecture. But before she could begin, Rei gasped loudly. Everyone turned. She held up her phone. Trending on social media was an article from Dispatch. BREAKING: IVE Leeseo Seen With Mystery Man Presumed to Be Her Boyfriend on Campus
The attached image was from earlier. The angle made it look like you were kissing her. Wonyoung clutched her chest dramatically.
“Scandalous,” she said with teasing elegance.
“That’s nonsense!” Leeseo cried. “I didn’t kiss him—” She froze.
“…Yet.”
The room erupted. But beneath the teasing, everyone understood the danger. This was exactly what Yujin had feared. Exactly the kind of storm idols were forced to endure. Yujin softened.
“Leeseo… your fans…”
“It’s okay, unnie.”
Leeseo stood straighter. Calmer than anyone expected. “I chose this.”
Her voice was steady. “And I’ll stand by it.”
The room went quiet. Because this was not the old Leeseo. The old Leeseo would have cried. Panicked. Asked others to fix things for her. But now, She looked grown. Determined. Confident. Yujin smiled faintly.
“Leeseo, that’s great and all, but how do we—”
“WAIT!” Rei shouted again.
Another update had appeared. The previous article had been deleted. Replaced by a new headline:
BREAKING: DISPATCH WRITER EXPOSED FOR DOMESTIC ABUSE AFTER EVIDENCE SURFACES ONLINE
Everyone stared. Apparently, the journalist who wrote Leeseo’s scandal article had just been exposed through screenshots, messages, and photos posted online by an anonymous account named:
LatteSprinkleLover69
The scandal exploded instantly. Within minutes, the entire internet forgot Leeseo’s article ever existed. Her members celebrated in disbelief. But Leeseo only smiled quietly. Because there was only one person ridiculous enough to choose that username.
Golden hour painted the campus in warm amber light. Sunlight kissed the library windows and spilled across the second-floor floorboards. You sat at the familiar table, an empty sprinkle milk latte beside you, watching students pass outside. Peaceful. Calm. Then came footsteps you knew by heart already.
“You have a very unique username on Twitter.”
Leeseo’s voice. You turned. She surprised you by sitting beside you this time, not across. Close enough that your shoulders nearly touched. She smiled warmly, though her gaze kept drifting to your lips.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said innocently.
She giggled. “I’m not going to ask how you found everything about that guy,” she said softly. “I just want to say…”
“Hm?”
You turned toward her. And her lips met yours. Soft. Quick. Warm like strawberry and sweetness. A tiny kiss that still managed to shake your whole chest. She pulled back immediately, cheeks red, giggling nervously.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “And… I hope you like me too.”
You smiled and flicked her forehead lightly. “Of course, you dummy.”
She pouted and slapped your shoulder. “Hey! That’s my line, dummy.”
“Nuh-uh,” you said proudly. “Since we’re a couple now, it’s our word.”
She narrowed her eyes. “What is this? Communism?”
You straightened dramatically. “Yes, comrade.”
Leeseo burst into laughter. So did you. And together, in the same library where it all began, your laughter filled the silence.Later that night, in her pink diary, Leeseo wrote one final entry:
Love is old-fashioned for me and you.Sincerely,Hyunseo and Y/N.
