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"Yes, the cloth is extremely soft and will last you for years. I can vouch for the quality."
Jeongguk honestly can’t. He isn’t even sure which brand it is but nonetheless he flashes a fake smile to the woman still scrutinising the fabric of the nightie she was considering to buy.
Though, what Jeongguk most certainly can vouch for was the fact: he didn’t love his job. God knows why his mother deemed him ‘ capable ’ enough to handle the Seoul branch of her retail clothing store.
Sure, the job wasn’t half bad. He could take more paid leave, got to live in Seoul instead of the small hometown of Busan, and most importantly away from his overbearing mother.
What could’ve made the job even better was if his mother was to actually make him the regional manager, instead of the ‘acting manager’.
You still have a lot to learn she reasoned.
Tough, considering the actual manager - Jeongguk’s uncle - couldn’t bother to show up for even half of the day since he got here two years ago, let alone teach him something.
And he doesn’t need a comprehensive course on how to smile and suck up to indecisive and entitled customers like this lady who has been at it for jesus-knows-how-many hours. It’s almost closing time and she has yet to find any nightgown to her liking. God bless her husband.
They are already short-staffed today, and this woman is sucking up the energy worth of three salespeople out of Jeongguk.
"It has a little spot here," she complains with a nasally tone for the nth time with the nth clothing, and Jeongguk couldn’t stop himself from rolling his eyes. "The work done on the seams doesn’t look too polished either."
It’s when he notices a ball of golden hair from the corner of his eyes.
"And it’s quite overpriced! The shop down the street ha-" Jeongguk tunes the woman out as he properly looks at the person standing in front of the undergarments aisle, talking with Mina, with furrowed brows and pouty lips.
Fuck, he’s so pretty.
Jeongguk is not poetic but there’s no other way to describe the blonde boy. With strong eyebrows, big, pretty , pretty eyes and pink full lips, the person looks straight out of a high-end model’s magazine.
He has a short sleeved green top on, with the neckline low enough to give a perfect view of his cleavage. The top isn’t big enough to cover his entire stomach, a cotton bag handing off the dainy shoulders. Paired with it is a short skirt that stops way above mid-thigh to show off the long smooth legs, feet fitted in white sneakers.
There’s such an alluring air surrounding him - almost magnetic. Jeongguk has only looked at him for a few seconds and he can already feel his pants tightening.
He grabs Minjoon by his collar as he was passing by and barely spares a glance at his tormenting customer as he says, "I am sure he can help you out with a rest."
The lady seems to be sputtering to have been cut off somewhere in her bitching but he doesn’t pay her any mind as he makes a bee-line towards the hottie.
"-but I called! I swear! They told me you don’t need an appointment." Jeongguk hears him whine and usually it would get on his nerves but the soft tone the man uses goes straight to his cock instead.
"We don’t really do walkins-" Mina cuts herself off as she notices Jeongguk; looking up at him with exhausted eyes.
"What seems to be the problem?"
The pretty boy turns around to look at him. Long eyelashes and a cute mole on his nose and fuck, up close he’s even prettier .
His eyes widen as he reads the name-tag of ‘Manager’ slapped over Jeongguk’s blazer.
Before Mina can give him a rundown, the pretty boy speaks up.
"Hi! I am Taehyung. I called a few days ago to ask if you guys do fittings for walk-ins and I was told yes. But now she is saying you guys can’t work with me if I don’t have an appointment! I really really really need to get this done today."
Much to Jeongguk’s pleasant surprise, Taehyung grabs to hold his hands, flashing puppy eyes as he pleads again, "Please sir, help me out." Jeongguk can feel his pants tighten further.
Sir huh , Jeongguk thinks. Interesting.
"What do you need to get fitted, sweetheart?" Jeongguk asks with a lower tone, in hopes of coming off as seductive.
He ignores Mina’s raised brow, completely focused on how the apple of Taehyung’s cheek blooms into a beautiful shade of red as he stammers out, "I- erm, I am here for, uh you know-"
Mina seems to understand his plight as she cuts in. "He needs to do a bra fitting but neither Seolhyun nor Chanmi are here today and I have to swap with Yongsuk at the register right now. Plus we are closing in a few minutes."
Taehyung is positively red as he looks away shyly. It helps because Jeongguk can shamelessly look down at Taehyung’s chest and his mouth dries at the sight of the two big globes.
Taehyung eventually catches on to the fact that he is still holding Jeongguk’s hand. He flushes again to the very tip of his ears as he tries to take them back but Jeongguk instead grabs onto his hand tighter.
The blonde boy blinks up in confusion when Jeongguk squeezes his hands again in mock reassurance. "It’s okay, I got this." He whispers before turning to Mina, "I will take care of this, no need to close the register, just hold onto the counter until closing time."
Mina leaves with another sigh, so Jeongguk refocuses his attention on Taehyung as he tugs the pretty boy towards the dressing room. "I can help you, pretty. Do you know your bust size?"
Jeongguk really prays he does not.
To his utter delight Taehyung shakes his head, pouting slightly. Jeongguk chuckles, "That’s fine. I will measure you up."
More like, feel you up. But Jeongguk manages to stop the smile from getting too sinister.
Taehyung lights up at his suggestion. When he bounces a little on his step, the jiggle of his boobs doesn’t miss Jeongguk’s gaze.
"Thank you so much sir! It’s my first day at the university tomorrow so I really needed to buy some uhm- br-"
"Bra", Jeongguk chuckles a bit darkly at the seemingly shy antics of the boy.
"Yes uhm, but do you know how to do it? Isn’t it usually the women who assist people in fitting?" He sounds a bit apprehensive but Jeongguk is quick to soothe his worries. "I have been working here for a long time, the shop is my mother’s. She made sure I'm familiar with all the aspects of running this store." He offers a gentle smile.
Taehyung seems convinced at that, perking up with excitement. "That’s amazing!"
Jeongguk tugs him by their joined hands as he hums in response. He only stops to pick up a few samples off the rack as Taehyung chats animatedly to him. It’s different from the usual chatter he has to tolerate because of customers - it’s pleasant.
But Jeongguk is still guilty of not paying attention to him. He’s had a busy day and now with such a pretty boy by his side, he is much giddier about getting his hands on him.
They keep walking through the store until Jeongguk stops in front of the room to tilt his head towards the changing room.
"Come on, get inside quickly. We are going to be here for a while." This time Jeongguk fails to stop the sharp smile from creeping up on his face.
✱✱✱
The decision to transfer to SNU in his second year has been a hasty one but Taehyung couldn't regret it. He got to finish his economics degree from one of the top universities in the country and he was ready to handle adulthood on his own.
However, when the first thing you do is lose a whole luggage in the airport, one would be right to reconsider how much adulthood you can handle yet.
Predictably, it contained most of his undergarments, leggings, socks and snacks that his mother has stuffed the bag with to last him weeks.
Now, at the height of summer, he didn’t have much need for socks and leggings, and food is not an issue either - given meals are included in his dormitory package. What he did need, was to buy bras and panties and he needed to buy them quickly.
Thankfully, his roommate Jimin has been extremely understanding and lent him his own pair of undergarments. But Jimin’s cups were quite smaller than his - wearing it throughout the day was a very uncomfortable feat - so after a quick discussion with Jimin, he found out about the nearest shop which does bra-fitting and sells good quality undergarments and rushed over.
Even the one he wore to Seoul feels a little tight, and he hasn’t changed sizes since before highschool, so he figured getting fitted would do him well.
Taehyung did wonder if he started off on the wrong foot in Seoul, but things were now slowly starting to fall into place. His mood, however, soured again when the saleswoman in the shop informed him that they couldn’t do the fitting today but the handsome manager had swept in to save the day and Taehyung was already feeling optimistic again.
His pussy was feeling rather nice too.
The manager had sharp features, with a vertical eyebrow piercing. He was fitted in a clerk suit and plain white shirt and he looked so fucking hot. Buff, tall, textbook handsome - this man was Taehyung’s walking wet dream.
Even now, as Taehyung rambles about the plight of losing luggages, he has to constantly rub his thighs during their walk to the changing room with how Jeongguk seems to be looking at him. He is sure, if it weren’t for the large hand tugging him forwards, he would have stumbled and fallen on his ass a long time ago.
Soon Jeongguk stops in front of a black door as he ushers Taehyung inside.
The changing room is reasonably spaced, with a wall-sized mirror, one stool and apt lighting above. Taehyung is looking around when he hears the tell-tale sound of the lock clicking in. He turns around, watching Jeongguk move away from the door.
His eyes are locked onto Taehyung as he lazily saunters over to him. Taehyung flushes under the heavy gaze, mind buzzing and his pussy heating up, but he knows he is missing something.
"Come on, let’s get started." Jeongguk’s voice was low before, but in the confines of the changing room it drops a baritone further.
It clicks then. Oh! What is Jeongguk doing in the changing room with Taehyung?
So, he asks just that. "Are you n-not supposed to wait o-outside?" Taehyung has to barely stutter his question out before there’s a smirk pulling up Jeongguk’s lips.
"No. I need to take your measurements first. How am I supposed to do that if I wait outside, hmm?" Jeongguk replies smoothly, coming closer.
Taehyung can feel arousal simmering in his stomach, both from the proximity and the prospect of Jeongguk touching his boobs-
"Wait! Are you going to uhm, t-touch me- touch me here?" Taehyung asks.
Jeongguk’s eyes light up with slight amusement as he fires back, "where?"
Taehyung is sure there’s smoke coming out of his ears by now but he can sense a hint of challenge in Jeongguk’s question so he steels himself and points at his breasts. "Here", he looks away pouting.
The older man doesn’t even wait a beat. "Of course."
Taehyung whips his head to meet those dark irises. His own must be blown wide in arousal as well. He can feel the warmth radiating from how close Jeongguk was standing.
"Huh??"
"There’s a lot of… procedures to make sure I get the accurate measurement of your bust and band size. Surely you want me to provide you with the best services. Don’t you, doll?"
Taehyung could preen at the pet name.
He’s not sure if he doesn’t.
Hesitantly, he looks away, giving a little nod. "Okay."
"Good, now take off your clothes," Jeongguk says as he turns away to put the samples he took on the stool.
"Eh?" God, he’s being real eloquent, isn’t he? But what is he supposed to say? When Jeongguk went from flirting to teasing to downright wanting him naked?
But the man in question just raises his pierced eyebrow at him. "Do you need help with that?"
There’s a silent command in it and like a good boy, Taehyung dazedly shakes his head as he drops his tote bag to the side before pulling his top off.
The cool air from the air conditioner hits his chest, making him distinctly realise how overwrought and naked he feels. Moreso, in contrast to the older - who was still wearing his two-piece and looked perfectly composed.
Jeongguk’s heated stare is fixed on his boobs immediately.
He is wearing the bra he borrowed from Jimin. Since they are a smaller size, half of his tits - save for the nipple - are practically hanging out of the cups.
Despite the cool air surrounding him, his skin is searing. Squirming under the dark and loaded leer, he absentmindedly tugs on the straps of the bra. It’s still hurting his shoulder after all, but instead of relieving him any discomfort, they just make his breasts bounce slightly.
Taehyung doesn’t miss the way Jeongguk takes a sharp intake of breath at that. So he does it again, this time harder but he underestimated how much the small cups could hold his boobs. As the boobs bounce again, they spill out of the cup.
Taehyung sputters at his own stupidity, trying to cover his chest when a warm hand stops him.
Jeongguk instead pushes his hands away, as he gropes his breast with his large palm. Taehyung moans breathily at the contact while Jeongguk keeps kneading the tit. "Ah, poor babies. They have been stuck in here, let them breathe, won’t you?"
He doesn’t wait for Taehyung’s response before using the other hand to unclasp his bra, letting it fall onto the ground, before it’s groping his other breast.
"W-what are y-you aah- what are you d-doing sir!" Taehyung lets out a sequel before grabbing onto Jeongguk’s wrists. Whether that’s to push him away or pull him in, he’s not sure. Because it just feels so fucking good . Jeongguk continues, groping and squeezing his tits and occasionally pinching his nipples as if there’s nothing wrong.
"Hmm? I’m just helping them relax. I need them in their true size and massaging them circulates the blood, so it helps them swell up to their full bust. Didn’t you know that?"
Taehyung shook his head cutely, biting his plump lips, "no."
"Oh baby," Jeongguk cooes, "let me take care of you, hmm? Just do as I say." He just nods, so glad Jeongguk could be this reliable.
The large hands glide down to settle on Taehyung’s lithe waist, as he is turned around to face the mirror.
Taehyung gasps as he takes in his own reflection. His cheeks are high on blush, eyes glossy with lips bitten a dark red. Whereas his tits are pointedly hanging off his chest, the dark nipples hard as a pebble. Jeongguk is ogling at them through the mirror. Soon he sneaks one hand in to grope the blonde again.
"See? Doesn’t it feel good when they are all loosened up?" Jeongguk asks as he noses his temple, all the while squeezing the soft flesh of his bosom. He can feel Jeongguk slotting himself against his ass, a warm hardness digging into his cheeks.
Taehyung nods. It does feel good. It would feel even better if Jeongguk loosened up his pussy.
"Come on, let’s measure you up" Jeongguk slaps a tit before wrapping his hands around Taehyung’s rib cage, just below his breasts.
It’s, of course, wider than his waist, so Jeongguk’s hands can’t span the entire width. "Won’t you need a tape for that?" Taehyung asks.
"My hands are a much better substitute," Jeongguk smirks at him in the mirror, all teeth and innately mischievous.
"Seems like you are a 32," Jeongguk hums before sliding both his palms upwards to cup his breasts once again. "And a C- hmm no, a D cup definitely," he informs Taehyung, leisurely grinding against his backside.
"Y-you sure, sir?" Taehyung asks breathlessly. His lungs might be on the verge of explosion while he senses another forthcoming combustion between his legs.
"Of course, doll. Why would I lie to you?" He looks at Taehyung in the mirror, eyes so so dark, and Taehyung just loses it.
"Then," Taehyung starts, grabbing one wrist and pulling it downwards, and Jeongguk - thank god - lets him. He drags the hand down, all over his torso until it’s resting on his crotch through his skirt. "Could you find my panty size as well?"
Jeongguk stares at him for a beat, before he breaks into a devilish grin, cupping his warm and wet pussy hard, meanwhile fingers digging into his boob with intent.
"Oh baby," he bites his earlobes teasingly, gaining a whine from Taehyung. "I would need something else for that."
Taehyung grinds against the large hand, trying to get any semblance of friction because it’s been too long and he needs to be touched there. "W-what else do you need?"
At that, Jeongguk rubs himself against his ass again, but this time harshly. Oh.
"Please," Taehyung mewls.
Jeongguk shushes him, biting his jugular lightly as he sneaks his hand into his skirt and panties.
"Uhhhh nghh," Taehyung lets out a high-pitched moan, as the warm hand strokes over his pussy before using the long fingers to draw the pussy lips open so he can collect the slick that’s been consistently pouring out of him.
"Fuck, you are so wet doll," Jeongguk lets out a groan, bringing his hand out.
Before Taehyung can whine at the loss, Jeongguk is pushing those wet fingers into his mouth. He immediately grabs Jeongguk’s wrist, as he starts to suck onto them. He makes sure to lock eyes with the older one in the mirror, as he swirls his tongue around the fingers, tasting his own slick.
Jeongguk chuckles at his eagerness. He doesn’t let the blonde enjoy it for too long. "Get these off," he tries to pull the skirt on his own. Taehyung takes over though, pushing both his skirt and panties down to the floor and steps out of them. He stands there, all naked save for his sneakers, and revels in the hot and heady gaze of Jeongguk, who’s still fully-clothed.
He turns around, looking through his lashes at the manager, fluttering them as Jeongguk flits his eyes back to the mirror to take a look at his juicy backside.
Jeongguk gropes his ass as he pulls him closer. The soft fabric of his blazer and shirt against his body sets Taehyung’s skin ablaze, as Jeongguk religiously kneads his cheeks. He surges forward to kiss the blonde, making Taehyung gasp and he fully uses it to his advantage, pushing his tongue into the younger’s mouth.
He makes a move to get rid of own blazer but Taehyung stops him. He breaks the kiss to look down at the younger confusedly. Taehyung just blushes in response before tugging him closer by his blazer so that his tits are pressed flat against Jeongguk’s shirt-cladded chest. "Can you leave your clothes on?"
Jeongguk’s fingers dig into the skin of his hips where his hands rested now. They are so close, Taehyung can feel the constant ba-dum ba-dum of Jeongguk’s heartbeat. "You," he starts, "fuck, you are such a tease," he whispers the last bit into Taehyung’s ears seductively.
"Get on your knees, doll." Jeongguk starts unbuckling his belt as Taehyung slowly lowers himself on the ground. The wooden floor is hard and cold under his knees, but Taehyung isn’t too bothered. Not when Jeongguk is soon whipping out his cock in front of him.
It’s dark and veiny, thick with precum oozing out. Taehyung almost drools.
Taehyung licks his palm before he starts stroking Jeongguk lazily. The older hisses, bucking into his hand. Feeling satisfied with the heavy hardness in his hand and the amazed look on Jeongguk’s face, he takes the cock into his mouth, sucking messily at the head. The precum tastes salty and bitter, the smell of manhood filling his senses, as Jeongguk releases a long string of curses. He looks up to find Jeongguk drilling holes into him with those obsidian, hooded eyes.
Jeongguk grabs onto his hair, as he pushes more of him into the soft, warm mouth of the blonde. Taehyung eagerly takes him, the heavy weight feels grounding, while his pussy tingles in anticipation.
"Yes doll, fuck - yes, just like that," Jeongguk groans as his hand tightens in his hair, the pull bordering painful.
He bobs his head a little faster, trying to cover as much length as he can. He leaves the rest for his hand, stroking him in sync. Jeongguk watches him, breathing heavily above.
He flattens his tongue and relaxes his throat. His cheeks burn but he wants to feel Jeongguk in his throat and he will. Slowly but surely, Taehyung pushes more of the cock until it hits his throat. Drool slips from the corner of his lips, slick gushing out of his pussy.
"Fuck, baby. You feel so good." Jeongguk has started to fuck into his mouth now. He’s not rough but the thrusts are increasing in speed gradually. Taehyung can barely see with tears blurring his vision but he can make out the dishevelled state of Jeongguk’s face, while the rest of him is still dressed in a pristine, proper suit. He feels his own pussy clenching around empty air. He brings his hand down to touch his clit when Jeongguk pulls him off his cock.
Taehyung can’t help the pathetic whine that leaves him. He was having so much fun! So was Jeongguk! Why did he stop?
He tilts his head up in confusion, as Jeongguk leans down. Up so close, he can finally make out the way the manager’s pierced eyebrows are scrunched up in displeasure.
"Did I tell you to touch yourself?" Jeongguk’s voice is a cold breeze on his skin, erupting the smooth plane into goosebumps.
He dumbly shakes his head, "no sir."
"Then why did you, doll?" Taehyung bites his lips, rubbing his thighs together to elevate some pressure there. "Its- its so wet there," Taehyung tries to reason, "too hot," he feels a drop of tear escaping, "please sir," he pleads, "touch me."
Taehyung's desperation makes a good enough case as Jeongguk kisses him again, lazily making out with him before he turns the younger man around to face the mirror again.
Taehyung sits on his butt, long legs folded when he feels Jeongguk settle down behind him. The manager runs his hands over his plush thighs before prying his legs wide open, presenting his wet and fat pussy to the mirror for him to look at.
The entire slit is slicked, the clit barely visible but red and twitching all the same. His pussy clenches again and Jeongguk groans into his ear.
"So pretty," he grunts, "a pretty pussy for a pretty doll. So fitting."
He drags a finger teasingly over his clit, receiving a loud relieving moan from Taehyung. "Mhm so fucking wet," Jeongguk hums as he continues to tease his clit slowly before moving downwards to dip two fingers inside.
"Sir!" Taehyung exclaims, eyes rolling back at the thick fingers filling him up. He grinds his hip to feel the fingers deeper but Jeongguk stops him with a grounding hand on his stomach. "Shsh doll."
Taehyung whines instead, "want more," he sniffs, "want your cock."
"And you will get more," Jeongguk says as they lock eyes in the mirror but soon his eyes are dropping down to leer at his pussy. "But first, let me look around, play a little. We need to make sure you are fully stretched, unless how can I estimate your size?" He reasons but Taehyung can give fuck all about that.
He relents though, lets Jeongguk finger him and not long before, he is adding another finger, three long and thick digits steadily pumping inside him, grazing his sensitive walls. Taehyung mewls, hands uselessly laying on his side, whole weight dropped against Jeongguk's chest - still fully clothed - he wonders briefly if Jeongguk would let him ride his trousers cladded thighs if he asks nicely.
His thoughts take a sharp turn to blissful wonderland as Jeongguk rubs over his clit, simultaneously fingering him fast now. "Yes yes yes fuck, aaah!" Taehyung moans, feeling the impending orgasm pooling in his stomach. "Please! Want to cum, want to cum, want to cu- I'm going to-"
He didn't even finish before it turns into incoherent wails as the orgasm hits him like a truck. His legs lock up as he struggles to keep his eyes open. The pleasure spreads all over his body, tingling sensation from his scalp to his toes. Jeongguk has stopped fingering him but he is still rubbing his clit and the aftershocks rock through him in consistent tremors soon.
When it gets too much, he closes his legs, clamping Jeongguk's hand with his thighs as the manager chuckles at his tiny whimpers. "Had fun, doll?"
The younger doesn't have the energy to answer so he just nods. He closes his eyes to recover but Jeongguk is pulling him up to sit upright on his knees. He gives the blonde's breasts a generous squeeze before all hands leave him.
Taehyung makes a confused noise, but the noise of a foil being torn makes him perk up. He turns his head to catch Jeongguk stroking his condom-covered cock with the slick-coated hand. "Fuck, such a sight you are doll," he groans.
The blonde wiggles his ass in response. He rubs his clit, feeling empty. He just wants to get fucked now.
Jeongguk grunts at the ass presented to him, before he grabs his hips roughly, pulling him up to line himself to his pussy.
"Gonna fuck you so hard doll," he says as he teases the tip at his entrance. "You want that?"
"Yes, yes! Please!"
With a thrust, Jeongguk slides into the wet inviting warmth, and Taehyung barely manages to relax to accommodate the length inside him. The manager gives him only a few seconds before he is thrusting with abandon. "So tight, doll."
He grabs onto Taehyung’s elbows, making sure each and every thrust is hard, precise and purposeful.
"Look at yourself," the older groans, " fuck , such a delight you are."
When Taehyung fails to comply, Jeongguk pulls him by the elbows, flat towards his chest as he grips his jaw to make him look into the mirror, while fucking him. "Look doll."
Taehyung opens his eyes, resting his hands over the mirror. His whole body is flushed, pink nudity while Jeongguk is black and white with clothes. The manager is occasionally sucking onto his neck, leaving red marks all over. His boobs are bouncing with every thrust, passionate sound of skin slapping filling the room. His eyes are dazed, Jeongguk’s are hooded - but both of them are swimming in lust. He knows he is making noises but he can’t hear it over the praises Jeongguk whispers into his ears.
"So good around me, such a good boy." Jeongguk’s thrusts are now faster and more shallow, an indication of his building orgasm. He drags his hand which was wrapped around Taehyung’s hips to his mound. A few sharp strokes against the sensitive clit and Taehyung is coming with another shout. This one is milder but it tingles through his body like the first one anyways.
Jeongguk isn’t too good himself. He gropes Taehyung’s breasts, thrusting, once, twice, thrice before he is releasing into the condom. The manager throbs inside him as he cums, making Taehyung mewl.
“I don’t know about panties,” Taehyung says after a while, “but you are a 7.”
Jeongguk tilts his head, “out of 10?”
Taehyung laughs, “no silly. Inches.”
Jeongguk blinks a few times before he is chuckling as well, slapping his tits playfully.
“I might have to measure you again,” Jeongguk reveals as their laughter mellows out.
This time Taehyung tilts his head in confusion. Jeongguk was still balls deep inside him and his knees were burning, what more of a measurement does he need? “This one wasn’t enough?”
Jeongguk smirks at him in the mirror, hands roaming around him before reaching for his mound again. “Once is not enough,” he cups Taehyung again, “not when I have had the taste of you.”
With that, he starts thrusting again.