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Harvey’s been having an easy month. For some reason every house he seems to touch has been getting sold so quickly he barely has enough time to pivot to another one before it’s sold too. In all his time as a real estate agent he’s never had such effortless success and it’s starting to get to his head.
He’s annoyingly confident, strutting around the house like a peacock, going on and on about all the properties he's managed to sell, how he's the best agent in the entire country… it's starting to drive you a little crazy.
Not because he’s happy- he deserves to be- but because he has less ongoing projects to keep himself busy. He’s home more, and you work from home. Or at least try to, despite him knocking every other minute and bugging you incessantly.
You love Harvey, you really, really do, but it's driving you insane. He's constantly interrupting your work, wanting to chat and hang out, (or do many more… explicit things) and he doesn't seem to understand that you have shit to do and can't keep putting it off because he's bored.
Even when you try to lock your study door, he just grabs the spare key and barges on in. At this point, it's starting to feel like a game to him, to see how much he can distract you before you snap.
Even Eun-mi is getting tired of it. And Eun-mi being tired of it is really saying something. She's usually very patient, always willing to put up with Harvey's antics, but this past month is pushing past that.
Because when Harvey's not bothering you, he's bothering her. Constantly asking her to make him food, wanting to talk, following her around the house like a puppy, he’s just… everywhere.
The last straw is when you and Eun-mi are trying to wind down after a hard day by cooking something new in the kitchen.
Just as you're about to taste the new dish- some delicate Korean fusion recipe you’ve both spent hours on- he bursts in, grinning like a madman.
"GUESS WHAT?" Harvey shouts, throwing his arms wide. "Just sold another house! Four offers in one day! I’m basically a real estate god now!"
You and Eun-mi exchange a slow, exhausted look. The pot simmers. The moment is ruined.
Then she calmly takes off her apron, places it on the counter… and walks over to Harvey.
“You need to bring the energy down to here, love,” she explains, sliding her hand down in the air until it sits low at her thigh.
Harvey's brow furrows, confusion crossing his face. He looks down at himself, then back up at Eun-mi with a slightly baffled expression. "Down. Down?”
Her face is serious as she nods. "Yes. Down. You've been... manic lately. Like a hyperactive kid who's eaten nothing but sugar for hours. It's a bit much."
You watch as his brows knit together. Harvey doesn’t care for being told to tone it down.
"Seriously?" Harvey asks, voice rising slightly. "I'm just enthusiastic! It's called passion, Eun-mi! Success is finally coming my way and I'm supposed to- what? Sit quietly like a little boy?"
She just stares back at him, unimpressed.
He crosses his arms indignantly. "Oh god forbid I want some attention."
She takes a deep breath.
"Attention, huh?" A grin spreads across her face, "We can do that."
You smile, seeing exactly where her head is going.
“Do you know how many days I’ve had to work overtime because you kept pestering me?” you cut in.
Harvey opens his mouth to argue, then pauses. His confidence flickers, just slightly. "How many?" he asks, blinking.
"Ten," you say flatly. "Ten late nights because you kept knocking. And singing. And demanding me to listen to your nonsense while I was still on the clock."
Eun-mi adds, without missing a beat, "And I’ve had to redo three meals because you ‘forgot’ how to keep your hands to yourself."
Harvey looks between you both, eyes flickering with something close to guilt before he doubles down, pouting.
"...I was just being present," he mutters, defensive but faltering.
"Present?" You laugh once, dry, pointed. "You hid my keyboard behind the fridge."
"I thought it’d be funny!"
"It was not."
Eun-mi steps towards him. “But you know what darling? You’re right! You deserve attention- no- a celebration! So let’s celebrate. Right now.” Her tone is full of something wicked and you can practically smell the plan brewing in the air.
Harvey looks at her suspiciously, still wary. He's smart enough to know when she's up to something, but part of him doesn’t care. "I... I do, do I?"
Eun-mi smiles, that sweet but dangerous smile, the one that she knows gets under his skin. "Oh, absolutely! After the past month? You've worked very hard. We should definitely celebrate."
Harvey narrows his eyes. "Celebrate… how?"
“Go upstairs. Bed. We’ll join you,” you whisper into his ear when you walk past, sliding your hand down his side.
His breath hitches, and you can see the way his entire body twitches with anticipation. He opens his mouth to say something smug, but Eun-mi cuts in.
"Now, love," she says, voice smooth as velvet. "Don’t make us wait."
He swallows hard, suddenly less cocky, more... eager. Then, without another word, he turns and all but sprints upstairs.
You and Eun-mi stand in the kitchen for a beat, silent, before sharing a slow, knowing grin.
"Ten minutes," you whisper.
"Twenty," she corrects. "Let him stew."
You finish up in the kitchen, taking your sweet time, and thirty minutes later you finally head up to the bedroom, a full plan already in place.
Harvey's laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He looks beyond antsy, but he tries to sound calm and laid back when he hears your footsteps.
"Well hello," he says, smooth tone laced with impatience. "Took you guys long enough."
Eun-mi is the first through the door. She takes her time wandering over to the bedside table, removing her earrings with slow, deliberate movements that she knows drive him crazy.
You shut the door behind you, so slowly it doesn’t make a sound when it closes. Then, you start taking off your clothes, button by agonizingly slow button.
Harvey stares between you both, "Y-you're doing this on purpose," he stammers, his voice cracking.
Eun-mi just smiles as she tosses her blouse over the chair. You slide your shirt off, watching him watch you, his breath quickening. The room fills with quiet tension.
Then you crawl onto the bed… and stop just short of touching him. "Problem, love?" you whisper. "You wanted attention… now you’ve got it."
“Are you going to stay clothed the entire time darling?” she asks, moving on to taking off her tights.
Harvey swallows. He's practically drooling at the sight.
Eun-mi's hands slide, slow and deliberate down her thighs, peeling the thin fabric down inch by inch. Harvey's breathing is heavy, his face painfully red.
You trace a finger down his chest. "You're looking a little... warm." There's a teasing hint to your voice, a promise of what's to come. "Feeling hot?"
"Shut up," he mumbles, trying to sound suave and in control, but he's practically squirming beside you. "You're… you're being a tease, you know. This is torture. It's not fair-"
You slide off your underwear, watching the way his breath catches. Eun-mi is doing the same, her own gaze locked on him, her expression dark and dangerous.
“Oh,” she murmurs. “Poor baby's getting impatient?”
“Things could go a lot faster if you stripped too, angel.” You get off the bed, walking up to Eun-mi, now both fully nude, and pull her into an open mouthed kiss.
Harvey moans softly, the sound muffled like he's biting his lip. He's staring at you two, eyes dark, aching to touch, to join in, but he’s frozen on the bed, just watching.
Eun-mi's tongue slides in your mouth, slow, teasing, and she kisses you like she's claiming you. Her hand cups the back of your neck to hold you close.
You finally pull back, glittering wet strands snapping between your lips, and turn to Harvey.
"Clothes off," you breathe. "Now."
Harvey scrambles. Yanking at each article of clothing like they’re suddenly on fire.
He fumbles with his buttons, pastel pink bowtie flying off, suit jacket tossed somewhere near the door, shirt half-unbuttoned before he just tugs it over his head- he’s a mess of limbs and urgency, desperate to obey before you change your minds.
Eun-mi watches with a slow, satisfied smirk. "Look at him go," she murmurs. "All that confidence earlier… now he’s just begging for it without saying a word."
You circle the bed like a predator as he finally kicks off his trousers, completely naked now, hard, flushed and breathing fast.
"Took you long enough,” you whisper.
Eun-mi crawls into bed until she’s seated next to him. “So, what did you want?” she asks, low into his ear.
He shivers, completely exposed and trembling with anticipation. "I- I wanted you," he stammers, voice cracking. "Both of you. I just- needed you to see me, needed-"
Eun-mi cuts in, her lips brushing his ear. "Needed attention?"
A sharp nod. "Yes."
You slide into bed, caging him between your bodies. "Then you should’ve asked nicely," you whisper. "Instead of acting like a brat."
His breath shudders, body arching instinctively up towards you. "Sorry," he gasps, quick, desperate. "Sorry, I… I-I just… please. Please.”
Eun-mi's hand brushes down his chest, slow and deliberate, a soft, teasing touch. "Please what, love?" she asks. "Use your words. Tell us exactly what you want."
“We’re feeling… generous today,” you add, tone full of a promise he isn’t aware you made.
Harvey whimpers, almost pathetic, cockiness now stripped down to something vulnerable.
Eun-mi's lips are on his neck, teasing, soft, warm kisses that make him shiver. "So? Tell us. Tell us what you want and be specific.”
"I…" he gasps again, squirming against the sheets as her lips move lower, down his chest. You can see the way his hands clench on the bed like he wants to touch but he's not sure if he's allowed.
"I-I need you… I need you to touch me," he whispers, the words broken and pleading. "Please… please… anything… I'll take anything, I-"
Harvey’s always been good at begging, way better than you are, but he’s never been good at asking for what he wants. Always too shy, too hesitant to be more specific than ‘anything.’
“More specific bunny, or we’ll do nothing,” you threaten.
Harvey whimpers, he's never been good at this- at being specific, at giving you exact instructions, telling you what he craves. Even when he tries, all he can manage is, "Anything, just please. Please, God… I need…"
Eun-mi's lips are back against his collarbone, her tongue sliding over his warm, flushed skin. "Use your words," she whispers. "Tell us how you want to be touched, and where."
He lets out a frustrated groan, head tilted down as he finally cracks. "I want you-" He's so clearly flustered, face burning. “I want your hand on my… cock. Please, Eun-mi, I want you to touch me- squeeze, just a little rough-”
You both freeze for half a second. Progress.
Eun-mi smirks against his skin and slowly wraps her fingers around him, just barely, and then stops.
"Go on," she purrs. "What else?"
His eyes turn to you, “I want you to- to kiss me. Hard and… deep p-please.”
You could say that's not specific enough, push for more, but you feel a little merciful- so you kiss him, exactly how he wants, stealing the breath from his lungs. He moans into your mouth, arching into you like he's starving, his hand finding your shoulder and gripping, like he's afraid you'll pull away.
He jolts a little and you glance over to see Eun-mi finally stroking him, just slightly too tight, just the way he likes.
When you finally break away, his lips are red. He can only gasp, already trembling in Eun-mi's hold. “More.”
She stills her hand on him and he whines. “More what?”
He swallows, steeling himself enough to continue, "More… more, please. More pressure, a little faster, please-"
You watch him and bite your lip, resisting the urge to smirk.
He won’t be begging for more for very long.
"Good boy," Eun-mi whispers. "You're doing so good. What else?"
“I- I want you to touch me- my chest. I like- I like when you’re rough with me,” he admits to you, and how could you resist giving him what he wants?
You smile, moving in, letting your fingers brush over the sensitive skin of his chest. He gasps at the first touch, then shudders when you slide your nails over him, just a little rough, just enough to make him shiver and moan.
"Like this?" you whisper, voice low in his ear.
He moans and whimpers under your touches, desperate for it, writhing and trembling as you move over him. “Yes. More- touch me- my… nipples, please…” he begs.
Eun-mi's hand finally speeds up a little as you pinch one of his nipples between your fingers, twisting just hard enough to make him cry out.
"Like this?" you ask again, pinching the other side, sharper this time.
Harvey arches off the bed with a broken gasp. "Yes! God- yes, please- just like that-" His breath is ragged now, voice shaking with need. "More… more, please!"
You don’t stop from there, fingers pinching and pulling and nails scratching at his skin as Eun-mi works him over with her hand. It’s not long before he’s tumbling over the edge with a broken cry.
The sound of him falling apart makes you twitch against the open air. He's a wreck already, trembling and flushed. You're both still touching him, working him through the aftershocks, and he's so sensitive it's almost unbearable.
"You did so well," you whisper against his ear.
He can only whine in response, too overstimulated to say anything, his body arching and rolling under your touch. "Please," he gasps again. "Please… I… I can't-"
And now your plan really starts.
You shove him back against the pillows and Eun-mi pries his thighs apart for you to settle between them. You don’t even give him a chance to protest before you’re shoving two slick fingers into him.
Harvey howls, hips arching off the bed. He's oversensitive, completely overwhelmed… and he's never been so beautiful.
He's begging again, voice shaking, words breaking as he gasps for air. "Please, I-I can't, I- oh- it's too much-"
"Shhh," you hush him, leaning down to speak into his ear. "You're going to lie back and take it, sweetheart. Good boys take what we give them. Isn't that right?"
He whines, bucking against your hand then flinching away like his own body can’t even decide what it wants.
"Come on," you whisper, spreading your fingers inside him and dragging them along his walls. "Relax for me, darling. Just take it. Just lay still and be good for me."
He's writhing in your hold, body trembling violently. He's trying to get away from your touch but there's nowhere else for him to go. Eun-mi's holding him in place, pinning his thighs open so he can only lie there and take it like you asked.
"Stop," he gasps. "Too much, too much please-"
You add another finger, ignoring his pleas, and crook them hard.
He screams- a raw, high sound that echoes through the room. His body arches so violently Eun-mi has to brace herself to keep him still. "N-no more! I can't- I can't! Please!"
You don’t stop. If he really wanted things to end or slow down he’d give you the proper cue. You hit that spot again, hard and deep, fingers curling without mercy. “You wanted attention,” you hiss, “Now you’ve got it.”
Eun-mi moves a hand down to stroke him again, the other staying firm on his thigh.
Harvey whines, a broken, gasping mess between you- overstimulated, overwhelmed, his body thrashing against the pleasure he can’t escape.
"P-please- I’m- I’m coming, I’m-"
You don’t let up. Eun-mi’s hand on his cock is slow and firm, drawing it out like a punishment and reward all at once as your fingers keep hitting that spot inside him again and again.
A second release rips through him violently, louder than the first, raw and desperate. He screams into the pillow as Eun-mi milks every last drop from him.
When it’s over… he can't even speak.
Just lies there, limp, trembling, already ruined.
Perfect.
But you’re still not done.
“Who did you want next, love?” you ask with a cruel grin.
Harvey whimpers, still shaking from the aftershocks, his voice barely a whisper. "N-no… please… I can't take any more…"
You lean in close, your breath hot against his ear. “Really? Eun-mi hasn’t even gotten a taste yet.”
His eyes flutter open, wide, dazed, and he looks at her. She's watching him with that calm, dangerous smile... already sliding down the bed between his legs.
"Oh no," he breathes.
"Oh yes," you correct softly.
Eun-mi spreads him wider. Lifts his hips up slightly.
And then, she leans in- and licks.
He screams like he's being murdered.
You help prop up his hips so she has plenty of room to work. He's completely exposed now, trembling and sobbing as Eun-mi works her tongue in slow, deep circles against his rim- relentless. You hold him up, fingers digging into his thighs, keeping him open for her.
“N-no- please, I can't- I can't-” His voice is broken, high-pitched with overstimulation. “Too much! Too much! I'm not- I'm not built for this!”
You just smile down at him. "But you're taking it so well."
And he is. Even as he writhes and cries out like he’s being torn apart- he’s still hard again.
You wait a moment, just letting Eun-mi torture him with her tongue before you lean in too, taking his cock into your mouth as you press him back against the mattress.
Harvey shatters.
Two sensations- her tongue inside him, relentless and deep, and your mouth wrapped tight around his cock, sucking hard- all at once. He can’t speak. Can’t breathe. Just a high, keening wail as his back arches violently off the bed.
"Oh God- oh God I’m dying! I’m- I’m-"
So dramatic.
You don't let up. Eun-mi doesn’t either. You work in rhythm now, one pushing from below, one driving him wild from above, and he’s completely helpless between you.
His hands flail like he wants to grab something- there's nothing to hold on to but air and sensation.
When he comes again it’s down your throat, length twitching helplessly as neither of you stop.
He’s sobbing- really crying now- breath coming in shattered gasps, body twitching as you finally pull back. His cock glistens, oversensitive and raw. His hole clenches uselessly around nothing.
Eun-mi lifts her head slowly, lips slick and gleaming. She meets your eyes over his trembling form- and they’re evil.
You stroke a hand down his sweat-drenched side. "Look at you," you murmur. "So good for us."
He whimpers, turning his face into the pillow like he wants to disappear, but even as he shakes with exhaustion and tears… his cock twitches again.
You both exchange a slow glance.
“...Round four?”
Eun-mi helps you flip him over, the task made slightly easier by how malleable he is now, and you yank his hips up so that his ass is out and his chest is firmly pressed into the mattress.
He lets out a strangled cry, still sobbing, but the sound is muffled against the sheets. He's boneless. Helpless. All he can do is writhe weakly as you manhandle him into place, body shaking like a leaf.
"Can't," he gasps, voice still broken. "Can't… can't come again… I'm- I'm going to die-"
"Shhh," you murmur, stroking his hip. "You won't. We'll take care of you."
He’s so open and ready that you don’t waste another second. Just spit on his waiting hole before filling him in one sharp thrust.
He screams- a raw, ragged sound ripped straight from his chest. His body clamps down hard, every muscle seizing at once as you bury yourself inside him in one brutal stroke.
"N-No! Too much! Too deep- PLEASE! I can’t-!" His fingers claw at the sheets, tears streaming freely.
Eun-mi leans over to kiss his shoulder gently. “You gave us so much attention, even when we told you to stop.” she whispers. "We’re just returning the favor."
You don’t give him time to adjust.
You pull out and slam back in hard.
He cries out- and somehow… he’s hard all over again.
Eun-mi pets his hair, playing good cop briefly while you rail him without any restraint.
He's sobbing into the pillow, completely wrecked, each thrust driving a gasp, a whimper, a broken little cry from his lips. Eun-mi’s hand strokes his hair like he's precious, like he's cherished, even as you pound into him without mercy.
"Shhh… good boy," she coos softly. "You’re taking it so well… so strong for us."
His body keeps betraying him again and again, getting excited despite his desperate pleas. Even as he whimpers and shakes and begs for it to stop... his cock leaks against the sheets. His hole clenches around your cock like it loves being used.
You lean down over him, teeth grazing his ear, "You’re close again, and I’m not stopping until you’re shooting blanks.”
He lets out a shattered whimper, body trembling violently beneath you. "N-no- please, I can't- I'm done, I'm-"
But his cock throbs anyway, overstimulated to the point of pain, yet still needing it- still chasing that next unbearable edge.
Eun-mi leans in close, her lips brushing his ear. “Let go,” she whispers. "Fall apart for us one more time."
And when you grind deep, hitting that spot dead on, he does.
A raw cry tears from his throat as he comes with nothing left, just a few pathetic drops smeared across the mattress, but his entire body convulses like it’s the best orgasm of his life.
You don’t stop fucking him through it.
Not even close to done.
You yank him up until his back is flush with your chest, still thrusting into him. Eun-mi takes it as a clear invitation to settle herself in front of him.
He can only whimper as the new angle makes the pressure against his prostate worse. He writhes against you, still impaled, still trembling. Eun-mi moves in like a shadow, her hand already wrapping around his softening cock, stroking slow and relentless.
"Look at me," she says softly.
He doesn’t want to. His head lolls weakly, but then she tightens her grip just enough and he gasps, eyes fluttering open to meet hers.
"Good boy," she murmurs. "You're going to get hard again. For me. For us."
And damn if his cock doesn’t twitch in her hand, already responding, already betraying him again.
You grind up into him deeper from behind and he sobs, half pain, half pleasure, as Eun-mi strokes him with expert precision.
"Round five," you whisper in his ear. "And we're not stopping until you forget your own name."
You make him come two more times.
The first climax hits when you finally growl out your own release deep inside him, your fingers digging into his hips, your cock pulsing, shattering what little control he had left. His back arching violently as he comes again with nothing to give.
Then Eun-mi guides his head between her legs. "Go on," she commands, voice soft but unyielding. "Just one more now, love."
He tries to protest- but you slide three slick fingers back into him while stroking his cock lazily… and he dissolves. He licks her like a man possessed, desperate to please, sobbing into her folds as pleasure rips through him one final time.
When it’s over?
He collapses face-first onto the bed, limp, dripping with sweat and fluids both yours and hers. A trembling mess of pink hair stuck to his forehead, whimpering incoherently.
You both look at each other.
Mission accomplished.