Human brains are really something, aren't they? Especially when your own feelings are out of your control. Too bad I never have that problem. I don't feel much for humans—like, at all. Is it a disease? Who knows. But am I grateful for it? Absolutely.
There's so much you can get out of just pretending. Play the clueless, cute girl routine, or act like you don't know anything at all. Men eat that shit up. They love vulnerability—especially when it comes wrapped in a pretty face.
And then there's him. Different from the rest, sure, but still just like the others in one way: he fell for me too. Except, unlike the rest, he fell too damn hard to climb back out. Cute, isn't it? He really thinks I don't notice him trailing behind me all these years, cleaning up my messes like a lovesick puppy. Who's gonna tell him that he's only in love with me because I wanted him to be?
He doesn't know it, but I've been pulling the strings all along. you know i dont just fuck around with halfwit brain, do i? , I make sure every piece is in place. Every disaster I've left behind, every problem that mysteriously disappeared, all thanks to him.
Aww, look at those eyes, like a puppy desperate for attention. His eyes practically melt my heart. My adorable little puppy, so obedient, so devoted. I love the way he looks at me—it's the kind of attention that makes you feel like the center of the universe.
"Shall we get started?" Lisa interrupts,
"You all know we've got a lot of work to get through, right?" she continues, giving a pointed look around the room.
"Yeah, you're right. Also, we need more people on the team if we're going to hit that deadline," Noah adds, nodding in agreement.
"Okay, then. Let's get to it. I'll hand out the files." I start discussing the project, going through each detail with the team, but I can feel Kanat's eyes burning into me. He's trying to be discreet, but I can sense it. The way he's staring, almost helplessly—it's both flattering and amusing.
I decide to have a little fun with him. I casually take the seat right next to him, pretending like it's no big deal. I can practically see the panic rising in him as his ears turn crimson. His eyes dart between his computer and me, but I know exactly where his focus is. He's distracted, and it's adorable.
He's got these strong, veiny hands, like the ones you see in those perfect male leads from webtoons. I wonder what they'd feel like, inside me.
His lips are almost too soft for a man, too cute. I bet they'd fit perfectly around my nipples.
I lean in closer, pretending to show him something about work,
My breasts are just grazing his arm, a subtle touch, barely noticeable—but intentional.
He turns me on in a way I can't quite explain, and I'm not even guilty about it. I've lost count of how many times I've fingered myself, thinking about how hard he could fuck me. The orgasms? Pure bliss, like slipping past heaven and into something even better,
"You realize you're a rookie, right? You should listen to your senior." I say it with authority, my voice low, Our faces are so close now, I can feel his breath hitch. His body is tense, trying so hard to keep it together,
"Tell me," I murmur, leaning just a little bit closer, "who's your senior?"
He swallows hard, eyes flickering between my lips and my eyes. "You," he replies softly, obediently, like the good boy he is.
"Yes," I purr, satisfied. "You're right."
I wanted to toy with him some more, but then, of course, Lisa called out, "Hey, you gotta come check this, we've got some issues here." That bitch. Always showing up at the worst times,
Sighing, I shifted my focus to the so-called technical problems she mentioned. I handled them with ease, but even as I worked, I could feel his eyes on me, my sweet little puppy—so loyal, always watching, never letting me out of his sight.
After our draining work session, it was time for the dreaded dinner party. Just great. I was already exhausted and wasn't in the mood to deal with any more manwhores today. But Jack had made it clear—attendance was mandatory. So, like sheep, everyone from the office shuffled to the restaurant after wrapping up work.
My whole team stuck together; I wasn't about to face that place alone. But the moment we got there, Jack wasted no time. He grabbed me, practically yanking me to sit beside him.
Ugh, like I had any choice. His stale cologne hit me like a wall, making me want to gag. This slimy, stinky man… If only I could stomp on his ugly face right here and now.
Jack was already drunk before the party even started, and his filthy hands were on my back. If I could, I'd have sliced them off without thinking twice. "How do you manage to look so sexy every day?" he slurred, his breath reeking of booze.
I didn't even bother responding.
"Oh, giving me attitude, huh? But it suits you, babygirl," he continued, Did he think he was Michele Morrone? Please. The only character he could pull off was some washed-up version of P. Diddy.
Just when I was about to lose my cool, Kanat stepped in, sliding between us. "Hey, I think we need some urgent help from you," he said, his voice assertive.
My loyal puppy—always there when I needed him.
I bolted with him the second he spoke, leaving Jack staring at us in shock. We rushed outside, far away from that disgusting scene.
I barely lasted five minutes in there, but that was enough to keep everyone thinking I had made my appearance.
"Thank you, Kanat," I said, flashing him a smile. He deserved that much, at least.
"You're welcome," he replied, his voice tinged with awkwardness.
He looked so hot tonight. Well, he always did, his fingers, they're terribly hot perfectly crafted to move inside me.
at this point i just want to drop my good girl and act and fuck him like a dog.
" do you want some water, i can get it for you…" I didn't let him finish his sentence. Grabbing his collar, I yanked him close, pressing my lips to his, hungry, desperate,
One hand clutched his collar, the other tangled in the back of his head, his hair, pulling him with force. his warm,soft, luscious lips are on mine, wet, just like my pussy. i kiss him harder.
His hands—big, veiny, strong—gripped my waist, pulling me closer, making me want more. It wasn't just a kiss. It was a battle for control, and there was no way I was losing. My heart raced, my body moved instinctively, driven by the heat building between my thighs. i felt only three things at that moment. his strawberry lips, his big hands on my tiny fucking waist and his dick that was hard as a metal rod. It turned me on even more.
"I want your lips on something else too," I whisper, barely catching my breath between our heated kisses. My voice is low, dripping with lust, and I know he's hanging on every word.
"I would do anything you ask, ma'am," he replies, his voice soft but filled with submission, like the obedient little puppy I've molded him into.
Before I could even react, he pulls me into his arms with such ease, lifting me like I weigh nothing. I'm slung over his shoulder, my body pressed against his, and I'm already imagining the things I want him to do. how long did i wait for his dick!
He sets me down on his bike, his hands firm but careful as if I'm something precious. "Where do you wanna go?" he asks, eyes flicking up to meet mine, but he's shy, his cheeks and ears are red, aw my adorable thing.
"Let's go to my place," I reply, my voice commanding but teasing. I know he's been dying for this moment.
"So, where's your address, ma'am?" he asks, like he doesn't already know every intimate detail about my life. Acting like the clueless little puppy, as if he hasn't been following me for years. It makes me smirk, watching him play dumb, and honestly, I love it.
I give him my address anyway, pretending like we're strangers to this game. He revs up the engine, and we rush off to my place, the hormones already setting my skin on fire.