☁︎--𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐬

Taehyung adjusts himself where he sits in his chair, rising a bit to pull his loose slacks away from the sensitive article that is attached to his pelvis.

He's been adjusting himself a lot lately...

Weirdly.

Which couldn't,or rather shouldn't have been accounted as weird, seeing as his dick has been pierced a mere two weeks ago.

But again,the adjustment of any material against it,has been a fucking lot.

Maybe he'd be at home, dwelling around in his home office in nothing but some soft cotton underpants with black sweats over,and his hand would countlessly flit to the elastic band of  oth clothing pieces to let air simmer down the opening.

Or maybe in the car while driving to a business meeting,the slow rubbing of his slacks everytime the vehicle would make a slow turn,maybe a abrupt stop,or the bump of rather mundane pothole.Taehyung would then be joyous to be able to alone in the back,pulling the material of his slacks a bit askew while no one was watching.

So many times it's happened that he found the friction of his pants against his cockhead too much before he needed to tug it away for a moment so that he could breath down there.

It was disturbing.

So much that he'd rather walk naked form the waist down.

But that,unfortunately,was public indecency.

A fresh Prince Albert piercing,done merely a week,no, it's been two weeks,yes,two weeks ago.For starters,getting it done hadn't been so hard,it barely hurt if he recalled correctly.It was the nasty week of bleeding after that,that scarred him emotional and spiritually.

It was the quite traumatising,to put it blatantly.

But with instructions from his most trusted licensed piercer,along with him being a professional tattoo artist,he felt calm and sated enough about what was going on around his dick.

The first week in he could already take off the thick white bandage wrapped around his cockhead.Something he changed every day after sterilising his cock thoroughly.And fuck,did it burn every time he did it,but he would be damned to garner an infection if he did not.

His dick was too precious to be misformed.

Probably why he'd been so careful too.Three to two times a day he provided for the piercing with some saline solution,which he carefully dribbled and apples to the foreskin and everywhere around the slit of his cockhead,slipping into some tight fitting black cotton underwear right thereafter.

Seeing that it came recommend from the very same licensed piercer that he most trusted,it definitely was  more comfortable than any other underwear he's worn before,which means he hasn't been using anything other than cotton briefs for after coming to know of Calvin Klein's comforting cotton undies.

With the discussion of underwear over,Sex overall,had been the biggest no go.

His best advance to pick up a unhealthy infection,was by plunging deep in some pussy knowing he had just been pierced right through his crown,and stupidly falling into the trap of a warm comforting body with  some friction for his cock,was not going to be the cause of him suddenly loosing all progress on his healing process.

He wasn't the type to masterbate  much, mostly only having done so for his weekly bidding viewers of [xox_your_favourite_sexual-domming]
and seeing as his taken a two month break from the streaming site,he was free to the donning of any type of activity going on down there.

It was just,the repetitive adjusting,was quite the lot.
But he supposes he'll get used to it,right?

There's a knock to his door that snaps him out of his thoughts,and his hands fall from his crotch where he had infuriatingly been pulling at his slacks to lift them from his cotton cladded penis,and lies them on his desk.

"Come in."
His voice, being slightly deeper and groggier than usual after not using it once since entering his private quarters.

His eyes stretch a little with the individual that pushes through his doors,the pad of her comfortable
converses against his office floor,clad in something akin to a flowery printed mini dress that hugs her hour glass frame,her coiled afro curls that is tugged up into a half up half down,long curled tendrils that fall over her face,over the arch of her brows,into her warm brown gaze,and down the expanse of high cheekbones.

Taehyung notices that she watches him quietly for a moment too,before her brows furrow in a questioning way.

"Mr.kim,you sent for me?"
Her voice, still the same soft and honeysuckled tone of a week ago,and Taehyung belatedly realises that he was staring.

Staring quite creepily in-fucking-deed.

He clears his throat before speaking, adjusting his position again because suddenly everything felt so much more sensitive down there,going to lean his arms on top of his desk.

"Yes,come in.
Have a seat please."
It's been a month since he's seen her,and her features are still the delicate entrancement that they'd been when he escorted her home in a night filled with rain.He remembers so acutely,her wet hair curling down her shoulders, dropping little droplets of coconut flavoured water to his seats.

Days after,he could still smell the lingering scent she left behind.

"Okay..."
She sounds unsure walking deeper into the frame of space,seating herself onto that of the chair in front of his desk and smoothing her dress down her knees.

To Taehyung's delight,he sees from his peripheral view that they push up her thighs again, exposing the dark chocolate colour of them that he imagines would taste so good sucked into his mouth.

And fuck,he deserves to go to jail for his thoughts shared with Kamazia in his mind, knowing it has been almost nothing but inappropriate has him a little nauseous.

He'd be in so much shit if something as a mind reader existed.

"So...
Our last conversation of discussion had been my promise to you of a suitable punishment,one accordingly to your behaviour of breaking ground rules on only your first day.
Am I correct?"
He asks her,searching for a document on his dark oak wood desk to distract him from accidently staring too long.

"Yes...
Sir."
Is her only response, clenching her hands together in her lap while she awaits his next words.

Not doing it knowingly,he makes her even more nervous by lingering before answering, scanning the loose documents that lay on his desk searching for only he knows what.

She's near a breaking point, nearly nauseated and panicking when he finally pushes a folder towards her.

With a small intake of much needed breath,she serves to scrutinise the beige colour of the folder instead,before bringing her gaze back to her Mr.Kim's hooded one.

She hates how flustered his eyes on her makes her to feel.

"Open it,Miss Trustiath."
He means to say,but it rolls off in waves on Kamazia's skin in that of what clearly sounds like a command.

The deep gravel of his voice that has her mind spiralling toward the gutter.

Anyway.

She lifts her hands to his desk to pull the folder into her hold, flipping open the document to the first page where a pink silk sheet of paper greets her.
Lifting it in her palms,seeing as it was the only thing inside the folder,she observes it from closer.

She knew the invitation to be from one of the companies biggest clients,the golf course estate having a couple more dedicated estates for golfing all over the country,and one that steadily depended on Kim Delicacies for their retro reputation of  earth shattering chocolate.

Confused, she gazes back at Taehyung, question marks aligned in her brown orbs to dance along the tune of her confusion.

"As a lesson,I want you to accompany their celebratory 40th birthday occasion with me,where you'll be expanding your knowledge on our clientbase's liked and dislikes,what they want and don't want,what they love and what they hate.

I want you to create a possible design of vegetarian delights for our new collection of chocolate for Valentines."
He leans back as he watches the shock,disbelief and then,as the slow realisation dawns on her.

"Oh,and did I mention that you will be demoted to janitorial duties if you fail to please me with what you design?
I don't want anything other than the best from my employees,and if you don't serve to be up to my standards,I'll have to give this opportunity to someone more worthwhile,right?"
He ends his little speech in a question,seeking her nod of approval that would showcase of her understanding of the current predicament she's been put in.

It was a lot of pressure to put on only a new intern at his Craft and designing apartment.

Did he care?
Not much.

"Yes...
Sir"
If he heard the feisty bite to her tone,he merely dismisses it to be that of his imagination,but he definitely internally smirks to himself at having riled someone up who seemed as if she'd at first been scared to even eat in her new workplace.

And strangely,he had confidence that she wouldn't disappointment.

"If you've comprehend what you've just been told.
Be dismissed."
He lifts his hand to show her out,and if the slight furrow in her brow is anything to go by,his cock seems to grow even more painfully sensitive now.

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