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Your boyfriends's bubble antics on tour have consequences. The formatting is weird in some places because iFake is a pos with no respect for consistency.
𓄲 "I want to kiss you." He says it like it's the simplest thing in the world, like your conversation with Rayne had meant nothing — like this wasn't bigger than the two of you.
전정국 x f!reader ˖ ࣪ ꉂ🗯˙ ‹— cw dilf!jungkook single dad jungkook nanny!reader 1980s au slowburn fluff angst (eventual) explicit content age gap (jungkook is 30, reader is 20) oc!cassian/oc!rayne (jk's children)
⧽ word count ⋮ 10k
average reading time ⋮ 50 minutes
── [ ✉️ ] Why, hello. This chapter has so much happening in it. It introduces a lot of new settings, two new characters. It has been a journey to write. Dare I say we are finally starting to itch away at both Jungkook's and the mother's lore? If ever so slightly at least. Yes, we are entering an era, so to speak. Everyone strap in, also, this might be a little all over the place (?) I still hope it follows somewhat of a red line... Feedback in the comments/reblogs and asks are much appreciated <3
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chapter 22 — "The Day Before"
Mr. and Mrs. Jeon lived on a quiet street with white painted fences and neatly trimmed gardens — at least that is what you would imagine them to be in summer. The bushes on either side of the graveled pathway are nothing but bare bones, dusted in a thick layer of snow from last night's heavy fall. The house itself is a simple, two story home with pale wooden boards and a clean-cut stone porch — somewhere one would expect a happily married couple to live
Up ahead, Cassian skips forward eagerly, excitement bouncing off of him in tandem with each step he takes. He's been talking non-stop throughout the entire car ride here and now he was practically singing his way to the front door, leaving the rest of you to follow in his wake.
Jungkook walks beside you, the gravel crunching beneath your shoes. He carries two bags worth of wrapped Christmas gifts, another with the essentials he'd brought for the two-day stay you were to have at his parents house. Your own duffel bag sits heavy on your shoulder, slamming against your side every now and again like a ticking clock.
You're thankful for the box of freshly baked cookies you hold, otherwise you would've probably reached for Jungkook's hand to calm your nerves. Instead you let your fingers curl a little tighter around the plastic corners, tongue pushing against your teeth anxiously.
To say that you were nervous would be an understatement. You were actually terrified. Not only were you being introduced to the children's grandparents but Jungkook's own mother and father as you impose on a holiday meant for family. Sure you had been invited to come and it wasn't like you were showing up unannounced, but your blood still rushed at the thought of doing this.
You glance to the cookies you had woken up early this morning to bake, placed neatly inside the container you cling to so desperately. It wasn't much but it was better than arriving empty handed, you think.
Cassian has already made it up the two small steps leading to the front door, finally turning to urge the rest of you along. "Come on!" he says as he rocks back and forth on tiny feet, ignoring Rayne's unamused huff where she walks on the other side of her father.
When you join him on the porch your heart is close to beating out of your chest. Sweat beads on your forehead when you glance between Jungkook and to what could only wait on the other side of the door. You're just about to tell him that this was a horrible idea that should have never been brought up in the first place when Cassian jams a finger to the doorbell.
The sharp tune can be heard through the walls, alerting those inside of your arrival and it takes but a second for a lock to be twisted on the other side. Too late. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you do your best to straighten up and plaster a somewhat less dreadful expression onto your face.
"Nana!"
Cassian's shout comes as soon as the door opens and he's already flinging himself into the arms of the woman waiting on the other side. She looks to be in her sixties, her dark hair, thrown together in a bun, graying slightly. Her arms envelop the small boy, a wrinkled hand coming to rest atop his head that reached all the way to her chest. "Hi sweetheart," she coos, beaming from ear to ear as she hugs her grandson.
Rayne, too, steps forward as she gives the man beside her grandma a hug. Mr. Jeon was a tall man and he probably reached Jungkook's height in his prime. The glasses slide down on his nose when he tilts his chin to see his granddaughter better, smiling widely under his short mustache, patting the top of her head affectionately. "Why, don't you look dashing today young lady?" he muses.
They're both dressed for the occasion, Mr. Jeon in a thicker, green sweater and Mrs. Jeon in a fluffy cardigan of the same colour. The wedding rings on their fingers glint under the afternoon sun and you find yourself staring at them a little longer than intended.
Only once they pull back from their respective hugs do their gazes lift, landing on their son with equal enthusiasm. Mrs. Jeon pulls him in for a hug which Jungkook just about manages to reciprocate given the bags he carries. "Ah, my boy!" She says as she rises to her tip-toes to better greet him.
"It's good to see you too mother," Jungkook hums, leaning down to accept the kiss she presses to his cheek. It was oddly endearing to see him with his mother, you thought. And for a moment you forget about how anxious you had been to get here as you silently watch the interaction between him and his parents.
When he's finally released from Mrs. Jeon's tight embrace, he turns to his father who places a firm hand on his shoulder before relieving him of one of the bags. "Safe travels I hope?" Mr. Jeon asks to which Jungkook nods.
"Quite a bit of snow on the roads, but it was alright," Jungkook says before getting interrupted by his mother who had now turned to you.
"Hello dear," she smiles, "My grandchildren has told me all about their lovely nanny." Mrs. Jeon extends a hand, the red tint to her nails catching your attention.
Juggling the container of cookies over to your left arm, you reach out to accept the warm handshake she gives you. "Thank you, it's so nice to finally meet you…"
"Ye-seo," she finishes for you as her lips stretch wider across her face. You nod, letting go of her hand just in time for Mr. Jeon to step forward as well.
His grip is a lot firmer than his wife's, fingers closing around your own as he takes your palm in both of his. "Jaejoon," he introduces himself, eyes crinkling slightly behind his glasses. When you pull back again a brief silence settles over your party before Mrs. Jeon steps aside.
"Well come on in, we have much to do!"
Mr. and Mrs. Jeon were kind people. That is what you managed to gather from stepping foot inside their home. Mr. Jeon retrieved your coat as he hung it up next to Cassian's before bringing the children and their father along to the living room while Mrs. Jeon took it upon herself to give you a tour of the house.
"Oh dearest, you really did not have to!" she exclaimed when you shyly offered her the box of cookies. Though she accepted the gift gratefully when placing it down on the yellow-tiled counter top.
Their kitchen was a lot smaller than the one at the Jeon estate, adorned with colorful appliances that reflected little of the beige theme back at Jungkook's place. And while it wasn't messy, the house still looked lived in. Signs of life sprouted from each corner, be it the potted plants on the windowsill or the half-finished cup of tea left next to the stove.
Mrs. Jeon is still fawning over the container of cookies you had brought, having taken off the lid to smell the delicious treats for herself. "It's not much…" You hastily begin, fingers fiddling absently with one another as you regard her, "But I hope they taste alright."
"Nonsense!" Mrs. Jeon exclaims, "They will fit perfectly on the table." She puts the container aside and you notice the several prepped trays of home-made pastries, all ready for tomorrow. "Very well then, let me show you the rest of the house," the words have barely left her lips before she's headed out of the kitchen, quick on her feet as she moves through the living room.
For such a small woman, Mrs. Jeon sure kept a steady pace and you almost struggled to keep up as you avoided bumping into the different trinkets and paintings that cover the walls. She takes you through the living room, where your eyes briefly meet Jungkook's as he speaks with his father. His lips are moving but whatever he was saying to the man beside him is drowned out by Mrs. Jeon's cheerful voice, "There is a bathroom just around the corner, though the shower is on the second floor."
She makes easy work of the stairs, climbing the steps that take you into a long hallway. Four doors are evenly situated on either side of said hall, the first one to your right is cracked open an inch, and when passing by you slow down to peer inside.
You find a bunk bed pushed against the far left corner, bright and blue curtains frame the window that looks out to the street outside. On a shelf sits a sparse selection of both books and toys, a kid friendly area that takes you by surprise.
Mrs. Jeon stops in her tracks when she notices your lingering gaze. "Ah, we have a room set up for the children," she explains when coming to stand beside you, "It's good for them to have their own space here. Especially after everything that happened with their mother."
The casual mention of the woman whose name was avoided like the plague back at the Jeon estate makes you freeze. Your shoulders form a rigid line and you turn to Mrs. Jeon with a frown that is impossible to miss.
Your puzzled, if not hesitant expression makes the old lady instantly sigh. "Oh dear, he hasn't told you about that, has he?" She does not sound surprised by her own revelation, nor does she your following response:
"No," you shake your head, "Why? What happened?"
Curiosity gnaws at you, the way it had ever since you stumbled across the locked door on the second floor during your first day. Part of you hopes that she will quench your thirst, the other thinks you selfish for even daring to pry on such a private matter.
Mrs. Jeon waves a dismissive hand at nothing in particular, "It's an ugly story." Her eyes drag across the bedroom slowly as she draws in a silent breath. The look on her face is solemn, as though she was lost in thought, some place far away. Then she snaps out of the momentary trance, blinking twice and turning to you with a smile. "Nothing worth lingering on today," she says, "It's Christmas after all."
She continues down the hall like nothing had happened, leaving you to follow with your tongue held.
After moving past what you presume to be her and Mr. Jeon's bedroom, she comes to a halt in front of the room furthest down the hall to the left. "Here is our guest bedroom," pushing the door open, she allows you to step inside.
The room itself is quaint, with yellow, pastel walls and a few paintings of landscapes hung on them. A single bed sits in the middle, the headboard leaning against the window, where the naked trees in the backyard can be seen through the glass.
"It's nothing extravagant," comes Mrs. Jeon's voice from the doorway, "But I hope its comforts will be to your standards."
Your duffel bag slides off your shoulder, landing on the duvet with a soft thud as you take in your surroundings. "I assure you it is most perfect," fingers brushing against the covers, you turn to her with a smile, "Your home is beautiful."
Mrs. Jeon thanks you with a dramatic tilt of her head as she goes on to explain how her and her husband had acquired the property back in the early fifties. But your attention is no longer with her, rather the white dresser to your left. Its golden handles glint under the sunlight, spilling through the window and you find yourself approaching without second thought.
On top of it sits porcelain figurines, a duck, a horse, a little girl. You scan them briefly before landing on the picture frame in the middle. The rim is the same golden hue as that of the dresser's knobs but it is the young man in the photo that pulls you in.
His dark hair looks almost spiky as it stands in all directions, some of it falling down his neck. The clothes he wears are bold, a sleeveless t-shirt with a pale woman's face printed in its center, a checkered flannel tied to his jeans which appear to be a couple of sizes too big on him. Your finger lingers on the choker around his neck. Had it not been for the familiar designs that cover his right arm, or the intense look in those dark eyes, Jungkook would've been almost unrecognizable.
"He was just a kid in that one."
You hadn't heard Mrs. Jeon approach, and her voice startles you from the photo as you turn to her. She stands close enough for her shoulder to brush your arm, humming softly to herself as she, too, regards the frame. "I tried to talk him out of those rings on his face," she shakes her head, "But he wouldn't listen of course."
Your gaze follows hers back to the picture of Jungkook and it is then you notice the silver hoop that hugs his bottom lip, another sitting on his brow. You remember tracing the scars they had left behind, the way he had dismissed them as nothing but a distant memory. "He must've been quite the handful I imagine."
The statement actually makes her chuckle and Mrs. Jeon reaches out to pluck the picture frame from the dresser as she cradles it in her hands. "You have no idea," she muses, "His father and I have grounded him more times than I can remember, not that it ever worked." Despite that, there's fondness in the way she shakes her head as a small smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, "He always found a way to sneak out."
The idea of a much younger Jungkook climbing through his window or tip-toeing down the stairs is amusing and you try to imagine just how he might've looked. Hearing Mrs. Jeon talk about her son the way she was right now only feeds to growing curiosity inside of you. That Jungkook did not at all seem like the man you knew today, the one who combed his hair back and wore pristine button-ups.
"He looks like a completely different person," your thoughts escape your parted lips in a silent whisper. For a second you worry that it might offend her, but his mother simply nods.
"He is," her tone takes on a quieter edge, "All grown up now." Mrs. Jeon sighs as she places the frame back in its designated spot. "He's done good for himself, all things considered," after a moment's of silence she then adds, "Though sometimes I do miss that side of him." She lets out a humorless laugh, giving your arm a gentle pat, "Even if he drove me up the walls."
Then, without as much as a glance toward the old photograph, she turns on her heel and heads back toward the door which you had came through. "We best join the others downstairs, otherwise there won't be a tree left for us to decorate," she calls over her shoulder.
Your gaze returns to the picture of Jungkook, giving it a final once-over before you go to follow Mrs Jeon out of the room. It is when you step over the threshold that the sudden thought strikes you, "Where will Jungkook be sleeping?" You hadn't even stopped to consider that you were inhabiting the only guest bedroom left.
"Oh," Mrs. Jeon gestures toward the study when you walk past it, "When we found out we would be hosting one more this year, Jaejoon brought one of the spare beds from the attic and placed it in his office." She hums as you begin descending the stairs, "Jungkook has already volunteered to sleep in there."
A bitter feeling of guilt roots itself in your chest and your fingers curl tight around the banister as you keep up with Mrs. Jeon. You'd like to argue that there was no need for him to do that — that if anything, you should be sleeping in the study. But as you make it to the bottom step, where the sound of Cassian's laughter and Mr. Jeon's teasing conversation can be heard, you found yourself unable to speak.
"More to the left."
"No— Right!"
"Left looks better."
Cassian sticks out his tongue in retaliation to his sister who simply rolls her eyes back at him. They had been bickering with one other over the placement of the last candy cane ornament for the past couple of minutes and your arm was beginning to grow tired as you held the decoration out, swaying it left and right as you tried to please them both.
Jungkook and his parents had taken to the kitchen in order to get started on tonight's dinner, leaving you alone to do what you always did — babysit the children.
"Guys, how about we just place it in the middle?" you suggest, only to be met by instant protests from both kids as they shake their heads unanimously.
"To the left," Rayne points a finger in said direction.
Her brother quickly shoves her arm aside as he firmly states his thoughts on the matter. "No, it needs to be on the right!" He says, his voice bordering on a whine.
The muscles in your bicep strain with each passing second, in fact you're inclined to just give up and leave one of them disappointed when Mr. Jeon suddenly appears in the doorway. "Children," he says, immediately grabbing both Rayne's and Cassian's attention as he walks over to place a hand on their shoulders, "What is all this fussing? On Christmas Eve no less."
Their expressions morph into something chastised, eyes dropping to the floor as the younger pouts. "Sorry, papa," Rayne says as she flattens out the sleeve of her sweater. Her brother mumbles an apology of his own, though not without giving his rival a quick glare.
Mr. Jeon inhales a deep breath, nodding thoughtfully to himself before turning to Cassian, "How about you let your sister pick where this one goes?" The tiny boy looks ready to argue but is quickly shut down as his grandfather continues, "And you put the star up."
That seems to please him enough to drop the petty argument again as he goes to retrieve the item in question. Rayne hums, turning back to you with a triumphant look, "To the right," she jerks her chin dramatically and you obey as you hang the candy cane up at last. Breathing out a sigh of relief when your arm is finally allowed to drop back against your side, you step back to admire the work you had done so far.
The tree was clad in soft, yellow lights, red and white globes, a handful of candy canes and even a few gingerbread men. All that was missing would be the star to go on top, which Cassian comes carrying a moment later — careful not to drop the precious artifact.
"Papa, help me," he pleads as he peers up at the man with hopeful eyes. Mr. Jeon huffs under his breath, grabbing the boy by his hips as he hoists him up with a grunt.
Arms extended as far as they go, his brows furrow in concentration as he works on getting the ornament in place. "Careful now," Mr. Jeon hums, clearly not wanting an accident the day before Christmas.
After some finessing Cassian manages to place it just right and he's allowed back to solid ground with an excited squeal. "Look!" He gestures toward the shining star and you follow his gaze with a smile. With all the decorations put up, the tree looks just about ready for tomorrow. You can't help the almost childlike flicker of joy in your chest. While spending the holidays with your parents was nice, it had been years since you found yourself sharing the Christmas spirit.
"Can we go get the presents now?" Cassian quips, making both you and his grandfather turn to him.
"Yes of course—" you begin, stopping yourself to send Mr. Jeon a hesitant glance, "If it's okay with your papa."
Mr. Jeon simply nods, giving the small boy a pat on his back. "But no trying to open them, alright?" he says, putting on a stern tone that makes both children instantly straighten up. Cassian grabs Rayne by the hand, leading her toward the hallway where the bags of wrapped gifts were.
That leaves you and Mr. Jeon, standing side by side next to the lit Christmas tree. You busy yourself with tucking your shirt into your jeans, adjusting the thin belt within its loops, anything to fill the temporary silence as the kids rummage through the bags somewhere in the distance.
"Rayne tells me you've been looking after them for quite some time now." The sudden conversation that Mr. Jeon initiates catches you off guard. Head whipping in his direction, you give a subtle tilt of your chin as you meet his warm gaze.
"Uh yes, two months now I think," you say, rubbing the back of your neck awkwardly.
Mr. Jeon hums, "That's good." His gaze drifts toward the hallway where Cassian and Rayne had disappeared just moments ago. "Jungkook has struggled to find someone that could help him with them," he says when running a hand through what little hair he had left, "They're not easy children."
He was right about that, you thought with a quiet exhale. You could still remember your first day at the Jeon house, their stiff postures and rehearsed lines that dripped with politeness you knew they did not actually mean. "They aren't," you agree.
In the other room you hear Cassian giggle, the joyful sound followed by rustling of plastic. Rayne mutters something unintelligible to her brother, but there's amusement in her voice. The corner of your lip curls upward, "Though they're lovely. I'm grateful to know them."
You can feel Mr. Jeon's gaze on you, a flash of a smile appearing somewhere in your peripheral vision. "I'm sure your feelings are reciprocated," he sighs wistfully, "My grandson speaks very fondly of you."
His words make you glance over, brows raising a little higher on your forehead. While Cassian was very openly affectionate with you, it had never crossed your mind that he might be bringing you up even when you weren't around. The idea forces you to bite back a grin as you peer down at the floor, "I'm glad."
"Indeed," without skipping a beat, he then adds, "I'm sure my son must feel the same."
Your breath catches halfway on your next exhale, eyes flitting back up to meet his through the glasses we wears. Mr. Jeon does not elaborate much further, instead he places a hand on your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "It is not often Jungkook brings company around," he says.
The implication of his statement sits between you for a second longer, until the rapid footsteps of Cassian and Rayne return as they come barreling back inside the living room, this time with presents stacked in their arms. "Papa! Look how many!" the younger exclaims as he proudly holds up the gifts.
Mr. Jeon lets his hand fall to his side once more, "Ah, bring them here and let me have a look," he says. He turns to his grandchildren without another thought — as though your conversation had never happened to begin with.
Dinner at Mr. and Mrs. Jeon's house was quite different from the meals you shared back at Jungkook's place. For one, the table was smaller, barely accommodating the six of you when taking your seats around it. Rayne slinks down in the chair to your right, catching you by surprise as you tilt your head toward her. But she pays you no mind, her attention fixed to the flickering candles in the middle of the feast her grandparents had prepared.
Mrs. Jeon sits on the high end to your left, her husband mirroring her on the other side. "Honey, are you sure you brought the napkins?" she frowns when peering out across the neatly decorated dining table.
"As sure as I am my own right foot," Mr. Jeon retorts as he pours Rayne a glass of water.
His response however, only makes his wife's brows crease even further. "Then perhaps you should make sure your foot really is sewn on because I cannot find them." Her tone grows snappier with each passing second and for a brief moment you worry that they might even argue.
"Nana," Rayne suddenly says, "They're by the chicken." She points toward the folded napkins, placed neatly in their holder next to the food her grandmother had spent the last hour preparing.
Mrs. Jeon blinks twice, her mouth opening before clicking shut again. "Oh," she clears her throat and gives Rayne a warm smile, "Thank you dear. I guess your papa gets to keep his foot after all." To that, her husband huffs under his breath, but makes no further comment on it as he fills his own glass with water.
The two seats opposite you remain unoccupied. Jungkook had taken Cassian to the bathroom a few minutes prior, making sure that he did not run off to the presents, which he had already wasted twenty minutes on weighing and measuring. Soon enough a high-pitched whine voice comes from down the hall, "But I just want to look at them one more time!"
"No," Jungkook replies in a stern tone, "We're having dinner." The two of them enter the dining room just then, Cassian digging his heels into the floor as he resists his father's attempts at tugging him toward the table where the rest of you were already seated.
"One more time!" He wrestles with the hold Jungkook has around his tiny wrist, eyes locked on the entryway leading to the living room like a magnet.
His arguments are futile and met only by a strained exhale as Jungkook bends down to pick up the squirming boy. Cassian resists by kicking his legs in all directions, "No, no, no!" His knee jams into his dad's ribs as he trashes against his unrelenting grip, "I want to see the presents one more time!"
Mrs. Jeon looks like she wants to interfere, her hand half raised and a concerned pinch to her brows. Before she gets the chance to, Jungkook pulls out the chair in front of yours, placing a visibly upset child on the seat. "Enough," he says whilst holding his son down by the shoulders, "We are having dinner."
The quivering bottom lip and rapid flutter of his lashes make you believe that Cassian was actually about to cry and a swell of panic surges in your chest. Luckily, Mrs. Jeon has already placed a perfectly cooked drumstick on his plate. "There," she hums, "I assure you the presents won't go anywhere until you've had your food."
Jungkook's chair makes a scraping noise against the floor when he pulls it out and takes his own seat, diagonal from yours. He doesn't look at anyone when running his fingers through his dark hair, his jaw clenched and lips sealed shut. It feels almost like dinner usually would at the Jeon estate, quiet and proper, at least until Mrs. Jeon speaks up:
"Would you pass me the salt, dear?"
Nodding, you reach forwadd to grab it for her, handing it over with a small smile that she easily reciprocates. The table falls into easy conversation after that. Mostly it's Rayne and her grandfather discussing the books she had read as of late.
Mr. Jeon had a lot to say about Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and spoke with great enthusiasm, only to be silenced by his wife who deemed the topic of conversation to be most inappropriate during dinner. "I do not want to hear about stitching human bodies together as I eat my chicken, it's morbid," she says when slicing her knife through the breast on her plate.
"Nana," Rayne half-argues, "It's not morbid. It's science." She tips a couple of cooked carrots onto her fork, "You always let papa talk about his science stuff at the table."
"Science or not, it doesn't make the matter any less morbid," Jungkook mutters as he reaches over to wipe the corner of Cassian's mouth with a napkin "And it is not something to be discussed during dinner," he adds as he sends his daughter a long glance.
Rayne slumps back in her seat, the carrots dropping onto her plate of unfinished food as she picks at them leisurely. To her right, Mr. Jeon shakes his head, "Nonsense," he says around a mouthful of potatoes, "If the kid wants to talk about sewing an arm to a torso then let her."
Mrs. Jeon lets out an exasperated huff, "Will you stop talking with your dinner half chewed up?"
To that, her husband simply shrugs, swallowing the bite as he reaches for his glass of water. "All I'm saying is," he continues after a sip, "There is nothing wrong with her having interests." He sets his drink down with an unapologetic gleam in his eye before turning to give Rayne a quick wink, earning himself a smile from the young girl.
"Time and place, father," Jungkook says without looking up from his own plate. His brows are furrowed across his forehead, his focus split between the conversation taking place and Cassian who ate quietly beside him.
Mr. Jeon scoffs, looking mildly amused with the entire situation as he leans forward, much to both his wife and Jungkook's dismay. "What about you little man? Do you like Frankenstein?"
Cassian pauses, his next forkful hovering an inch from his parted lips which then crack into a grin. "Yeah! I love zombies."
The glare Mrs. Jeon sends her husband could've probably cut through stone and you find yourself turning back to your own plate as you busy yourself with another bite. Mr. Jeon however, seems very pleased with his grandson's response as he redirects his attention over to you, "And what about you, dear? Does the topic bother you as much as it does my wife?"
You pause, slowly lowering your fork as you swallow — painfully aware of the fact that everyone was now looking at your way. "Not at all," you say, "I actually find the prospect to be quite interesting. You see I study medicine and post-mortem happens to be a small part of my work. It doesn't easily gross me out if that is what your concern regards."
The entire table had gone quiet as you spoke and you press your lips together in an awkward smile as you shyly meet Mr. Jeon's gaze. Unlike his son, who wore an impassive and detached expression most of the time, it was easy to tell what he was thinking. The corner of his lip was curled in approval, as were his raised brows.
"Very well," he declares when raising his glass of water, "That makes us four against two." Taking another swig, he then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, causing both children to wrinkle their noses slightly.
On the other end of the table, Mrs. Jeon sighs. "Heavens," she grumbles under her breath as she redirects the topic over to what games should be played after dinner.
Cassian and Rayne finishes their meal quickly, the former practically swallowing his chicken and shoving boiled carrots into his mouth greedily. He does make sure to wipe his lips when Jungkook wordlessly nudges the napkin closer, making himself presentable before turning back to his father.
"Daddy, can we go look at the presents again?"
His voice betrays how eager he is to return to what he had been preoccupied with before dinner had stolen him away. Next to you, Rayne nods, clearly exhausted after having to sit through the long monologue her grandfather had been holding about the recent inflation and the costs of getting new landlines installed.
Jungkook lets his gaze shift between his children, nodding once as he picks up his glass. "Put your plates in the kitchen," he murmurs when Cassian and his sister turn on their heels.
It doesn't take long for them to clear out of the dining room, the sounds of dishes clinking in the sink followed by quick footsteps echoing throughout the house. That leaves you, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon at the table with Jungkook. Having already finished your food, you distract yourself by lacing your fingers together in your lap.
After coming to an end about his long-lived rant on today's pricing, Mr. Jeon now seemed content to finish off his meal, leaving the rest of you to wallow in silence. You do your best to avoid glancing in Jungkook's direction, scared of what you might find if you let yourself lock eyes with him for longer than a second.
A full minute must've passed by the time Mrs. Jeon finally shifts in her seat. She sits just to your left, her hand resting on the table, red nails sparkling under the candle light. "You mentioned studying medicine, dear," she says upon turning to you, "How is that?"
The question makes you freeze, your gaze darting over to Jungkook out of habit. Your studies had been a rather sensitive topic between the two of you up until just recently and you weren't quite sure how to approach the subject in front of his parents.
"Well it's—" pursing your lips, you shrug half-heatedly, "It's okay."
Across from you and to the right, Jungkook scoffs, "It's more than okay isn't it?" He glances toward his mother whose attention was darting between you and her son. "She's really good," Jungkook reaffirms, "You should tell them about the heart and all those things you taught me."
Even Mr. Jeon had woken up from his momentary daze and was now watching you intently from his end of the table. "Oh, that does sound intriguing," his wife hums, "You're in line to become a nurse then?"
Neither of his parents seemed to catch on to the subtle look Jungkook had sent you before turning back toward his plate, but the heat that blossoms under your skin is enough to have you squirming in your seat. You hadn't allowed yourself to think back to that afternoon on your couch — the revision that somehow turned into you on his lap. Sure, you had nailed the test the day after, but you weren't so sure that was because of Jungkook.
"Yes," you finally manage a response, "I'm only in my first year but it's been a lifelong dream of mine, helping people I mean."
Mr. Jeon nods, "You seem to be doing a fantastic job with my grandchildren already, I have no doubts." He flashes you a smile that has your own lips twisting upward.
"I just—" It's his wife who grabs your attention a second time. She's tucking a loose strand of hair back into place, hands messing with the cardigan she wears as she clears her throat. "Forgive me for being invasive but it's just— You look so young," she hesitates before continuing, "How old are you, dear?"
The chuckle that tumbles off your tongue feels slightly unfitting for the occasion but Mrs. Jeon appears relieved that you hadn't taken any offense to the inquiry. "I'm twenty," you tell her, watching as the brows on her forehead rise before falling again, like she'd remembered herself. "Though I turn twenty-one not long into the new year."
"Oh, wow," Mr. Jeon hums, "That is certainly impressive for someone your age."
His wife quickly nods, "Indeed." She sends Jungkook a brief glance before adding, "It must be a lot of work considering you take care of our grandchildren. Are you balancing it well?"
You give her a quiet smile, "Yes," you say, hoping to sound at least somewhat convincing. "I manage it just fine. Cassian and Rayne are no trouble to look after." Without pausing to look at Jungkook, you then go on to add, "Their father raised them well."
Mrs. Jeon's face lights up at that, her lips stretching widely over her face. Across the table a choked-off sound can be heard, and through the corner of your eye you see Jungkook quickly reaching for his glass as he takes a sip of his water. "He has," Mr. Jeon agrees, "Always looking out for them."
Jungkook himself makes no comment on the matter, even when his mother sends him a pointed eye. But you're no stranger to the subtle flush that creeps along his neck, never reaching his cheeks yet still enough to let you know that the casual praise had gotten to him.
The four of you clean up together after that. You join Mrs. Jeon in the kitchen to help with the dishes and you easily get to discussing the contents of tomorrow's menu. Jungkook and his father leave to keep an eye on the children, likely helping the youngest pick out a game that was comprehensible enough for a five-year-old.
As the evening progresses, you find yourself feeling less and less like a stranger in their home and more like a part of the small family. You and Cassian team up for the card games, with him in your lap as he tries to peek at his grandfather's cards very subtly — ultimately ending in him getting his game-privileges revoked all together.
Mrs. Jeon and Rayne had formed their own duo while Jungkook and his father competed neck to neck with little to no sportsmanship.
"It's just a few paper cards," Mrs. Jeon had tried to reason when her husband slammed his entire hand on the coffee table.
Jungkook had simply rolled his shoulders with a triumphant grin, "Father just needs to learn when to cut his losses."
Mr. Jeon's head had snapped up at that, brows furrowed deeply as he sent his son a look that could kill. "Don't forget who taught you these games, boy," he scowled.
"Sounds like you're the one who could use another lesson," the former replied casually.
You're pretty sure a petty argument would've broken out, had Mrs. Jeon not reminded the two that it was probably time for the children to be put to bed — thus diffusing the heated tension caused by a simple deck of cards again.
When getting changed into the one set of pajamas you had brought for the night, a sense of peace washed over you. Your previous anxiety about going here to begin with ebbed away as you brushed your teeth, though you made sure not to bump into Jungkook on your way back to the guest bedroom. And as the house fell silent half an hour later, you found that you had settled in quite nicely.
You never had been very good at sleeping away from home. It had taken you three weeks to get used to your own flat when moving out. And though you had spent one night under the same roof as Jungkook before — that fateful day where you sprained your ankle felt like a lifetime ago. Before things had turned intimate between you, back when you were still only the children's nanny and nothing else.
The brief sanctuary you had found when playing card games downstairs had vanished again — leaving a hollow feeling in its wake as the evening progresses into night.
Somewhere in the distance a clock ticks, and as you lay in bed, you attempt to lull yourself into a light slumber by simply counting each second as it passes. It is to no avail, of course. Your eyes snap open, greeted by the ceiling which looked as plain as a grain of rice. Fingers drumming against the duvet, you try to work out how many hours could be left until dawn.
The ominous creak of a door cuts through the otherwise silent house and it has you jolting upright as you strain to catch the accompanying footsteps. Perhaps it was Mr. or Mrs. Jeon who left for the bathroom, perhaps it was Jungkook.
You wait it out, going back to counting seconds as you listen to the persistent clock. When you've counted five minutes without any signs of a return, curiosity wins out. Your feet are light on the floor as you peer out into the hallway, all three doors are closed, no sign of life — and yet, you move toward the stairs.
Creeping down the steps, you hold your breath in fear of stepping on a board that might betray your whereabouts. Luckily you make it all the way to the bottom floor without much trouble, exhaling a sigh of relief as you let go of the banister.
The house is basked in shadows, save for the moonlight that spills through the windows and you let it guide you down the hall. You had no real motive for being down here, save for the fact that you were unable to sleep and now following a noise that could have easily been the wind or just the old roof settling.
But as you round a corner, the sudden flicker of yellow makes you halt in your tracks. It's coming from the living room, a soft and warm hue that seeps into the hallway, one you follow on tip-toes, careful not to make a sound.
When you peer through the archway all tension immediately drains from your face. The light had been coming from the Christmas tree, of course. Standing in front of the couch and armchair, the pine tree nearly reaches the ceiling, its star casting a golden halo around the room.
Your gaze drops to the floor, to the silhouette belonging to Rayne.
She sits with her legs tucked to her chest, chin hooked over her knees as she peers up at the tree in front of her — not the presents. The purple pajamas sits loose on her tiny frame, the dotted flowers blurring together with the shadows cast on her back. She has yet to notice you, too entranced by the lights in front of her to pick up on your tentative approach.
Perhaps it was your sleeplesss brain, or the sheer curiosity you found yourself filled with after spotting her down here — nonetheless, you decide to sit down beside her on the floor, mimicking her posture as you pull your own knees to your chest in a tight embrace.
Rayne finally turns her head to look at you, confusion written across her features. "What are you doing here?" Her voice isn't accusing, not exactly anyway, but you could tell that she was trying to figure out your intentions — except you hardly knew them yourself.
Shrugging, you rest your cheek on your knees as you watch her through half-lidded eyes. "Can't sleep," you truthfully tell her, "The clock in my room is too loud."
She doesn't respond to that beyond a slow tilt of her head but her dark eyes never stray from yours. You could gaze into them for hours without ever coming close to knowing what she was thinking, and she would stare back at you for just as long without ever telling you.
"What are you doing here?" Echoing her question, you shift your feet on the carpet as you cushion yourself better against your kneecap.
Rayne shrugs, "Can't sleep."
"Does your dad know you're down here?" You hum, watching as she shakes her head in a 'no' that she never utters out loud. Without questioning her further you turn your attention back toward the Christmas tree. It looks much bigger when viewed from below and you have to crane your neck in order to make out the star on top.
Rayne sits quietly beside you for a minute. She makes no attempt to speak, for a while you think she might even get up and leave again now that you had disturbed her peace. But she remains seated on the floor, close enough for your elbows to touch if either of you shifted an inch or so.
Finally, you let go of the breath you had been holding. "I'm sorry for intruding on your Christmas," you tell her, hoping that she can hear the sincerity in your voice, "I know you probably didn't want me to."
She inhales deeply beside you, chin lifting from her knees as she studies the lights hanging from the tree — their yellow hues reflect on her soft cheeks, bathing her in warmth as she blinks slowly. "It's not that I don't want you here," she begins, pausing mid-sentence as she swallows, "It's just…"
Rayne trails off, her gaze dropping to the floor. You hold your tongue, waiting for her to continue whenever she felt ready to — even if the unknowing plagued you terribly.
"It's scary."
The admission feels vulnerable coming from her, like something you had never been intended to hear in the first place. She doesn't try to elaborate on it, and she doesn't look at you either, simply regarding the shiny ornaments as they hang from the tree.
You swallow the lump in your throat, it goes down like a razor blade. Was there anything you could say to make it better? Anything you could do to take the feeling away again? When you regard her in the dim, yellow glow of what was supposed to be holiday spirit — you can't help but notice just how young she looks. Your stomach ties itself into knots when you think about all the things she might keep inside.
Turning her head back to you, Rayne lets her intense gaze drag itself along your curled up frame on the floor next to her. Her brows meet over the bridge of her nose in a thoughtful frown. "I don't know what you want," she then murmurs, head cocking to the side as she studies you with calculating eyes.
Her confession renders you speechless. Mostly because it was the same way in which you had felt about her all this time. Rayne was never where you expected her to be. Sometimes you were fooled into hoping that you were getting through to her, only for the distance to return a day later. Sometimes you felt stupid after talking to her, other times you felt smart. But the thing about Rayne that seemed to keep you awake at night was the: why.
Why accept your help before the dance? Why ask questions that made no sense? Why even bother with this conversation right now? You came to understand that she was searching for the same answers you were. So you sit up a little straighter, arms loosening their hold on your legs as you turn to face her fully. "I want you to be happy," you tell her certainly, "You and your brother."
Rayne nods, slowly but not unsurely. Her gaze flickers back to the tree for a moment, eyes tracking the red globes, maybe even counting them. A minute passes — two perhaps. Your confidence wavers with each second until nothing but a nervous flick of your nails against your pajama pants remain.
She heaves a deep breath, taking all the air inside the room with her, including your own. Then she holds that same breath for a long while. Only when you glance over in fear that she might suffocate, does she exhale it again. "How do I know you won't hurt him?"
You frown, lips parting without as much as a word, the rustle of clothes loud in your ears when you shift in place. The implication that you would ever harm someone, even if unintentionally, fills you with unease. "Hurt Cassian?" you shake your head promptly, "I would never—"
"Father."
Rayne's expression resembles that of Jungkook's when she turns to you, masked with indifference — had it not been for the vulnerability behind her dark eyes as she awaits your response. "How can I be sure you won't hurt him?"
Hurt — Jungkook?
She was worried about… Jungkook? Rayne must have noticed the perplexed expression on your face by now, even so, she made no comment on it as she watches you expectantly.
You want to tell her that it is none of her responsibilities to worry about her dad, that he was a grown up who took care of himself. But something in the way she looks at you, the determination that fills out her shoulders and the protective fire within her gaze — it makes you think better of it.
"I…" Stumbling over your words, you think of a way to respond to that. In the end, you can only shake your head, finishing off with a quiet whisper, "That's the last thing I want."
Rayne looks at you, really looks at you, as though she was picking you apart for lies. Her throat bobs when she swallows, hesitation striking her shield of feigned nonchalance. Before she can formulate a reply however, the stairs creak.
Your heads whip in the direction of the sound, the two of you scrambling to your feet just in time to see Jungkook himself emerge from the shadows as he steps into the light. He's dressed in checkered sweatpants, a loose, white t-shirt and nothing else. Still, he the glance he sends you both is enough to make your spine straighten.
"What are you doing up?" He turns to address his daughter whose face was now devoid of any trace leading to your previous conversation. She doesn't answer him right away, fingers curling around the sleeves of her pajama shirt.
"We came down for water," you say, nodding toward the tree behind you, "Got distracted by the Christmas decorations." Next to you, Rayne lets out a soft breath.
Jungkook's attention flits over to the ornaments, snapping back to you both a beat later. Judging by the crease between his brows and the subtle clench to his jaw, he did not believe you. Yet he said nothing, instead he extends one hand toward his daughter, more of a demand than a request. "Bed time," he says and Rayne quickly obliges as she walks over to to lace her fingers with his.
He does not turn to glance at you when he leads her out of the living room, and you listen to their barely audible retreat. Only when you're sure that they have made it upstairs do you finally uproot yourself from your spot, heading out into the dark hallway and toward the kitchen in search of the water you had yet to drink.
Moonlight spills across the yellow tiles, perfectly illuminating the sink when you enter. It takes you some adjusting but after a minute or so you're able to find your way over to the cupboard holding the glasses. It's cool in your palm, heavier than you could remember a simple drinking glass being. You don't question it as you run it under the faucet.
The cold water slips down your throat easily and you indulge in three greedy sips. The small kitchen window gives a perfect view of the backyard. Naked trees crowd the outskirts of the lawn, covered in a pale, glittering layer of snow. Cassian would probably want to head out there and play tomorrow — after tearing through his presents that is.
Finger tapping against the rim of your glass, you ponder on how long your shoes would last out in the wet snow, and if you had remembered to pack an extra pair of socks.
It's not until the lights above suddenly turned on that you startle from your thoughts, fist closing tight around your glass so to not drop it entirely. Tilting your head to peer over your shoulder, you spot Jungkook in the doorway. His hand hovers above the light switch before it returns to join the other in the pockets of his pants.
"Sorry," the apology is blurted out the second your eyes fall on him, "We didn't mean to wake you."
Jungkook shakes his head as he approaches, moving quietly across the kitchen floor as he comes to stand before you. "I couldn't sleep," he says as he lets his gaze drop to the half finished glass of water you hold. The chase for rest seemed to be a running theme tonight.
The stillness and shadows around you linger for a while, and you long to join them, even if only for a little bit. "Is she okay?" Your thoughts have already found their way back to Rayne, her confession seared into the depths of your mind where it would stay until you were able to shake it.
"She's asleep," he says.
It wasn't an answer to your question, but you know better than to ask again. Opting for another sip, you let the cool liquid sit on your tongue before swallowing it. Standing in front of Jungkook now does not feel the same as it had only a week ago. It was a funny feeling, this lingering sense of dread, it crept up on you when you least expected it. You wonder if he can tell.
Jungkook breaks away from your gaze and you follow the shuffle of his arm as he pulls his hand from his pocket, eyes widening when they land on the small box in his palm. The red wrapping shines under the kitchen lights, it's tied together with a white bow and your heart clenches at the sight.
"What's this?" A stupid inquiry when the evidence was right in front of you.
Jungkook humors you anyway, "Merry Christmas," he says when bringing it forward for your taking.
He's met with a frown you cannot conceal. "It's Christmas Eve," you remind him, ready to decline the gift based on principle alone. But he simply nods toward the clock hung up on the wall behind you, showing 12:05.
The corner of your lip pulls into a faint smile despite yourself and you set the glass down beside the sink as you reach out to take the present from him with careful hands. It's light, almost weightless in your grasp. Gaze shifting back up to him, you find Jungkook regarding you with his breath held, "Open it," he murmurs.
There was no card attached, not that it mattered, you think when undoing the white ribbon. It comes apart easily under your fingers and you hesitate over the red wrapper. The prolonged silence pushes you to go through with it in the end, nail hooking into a crevice as you tear it gently — the ripping of paper is loud in the otherwise silent kitchen.
Jungkook takes the ribbon and wrapping off your hands, discarding it on the tiled counter top as he goes back to watching you intently. His attention makes your stomach flutter the way it always would whenever he looked at you like that, like nothing else existed.
You turn the small, black box in your hands — reading the brand name, which you did not dare attempt to pronounce, engraved in gold at the top. Deciding to just bite the bullet, you finally pick the lid, your eyes practically gauging out of their sockets when met with the jewelry inside.
A small, golden pendant with soft edges that were shaped into a heart. It shimmers softly when you tilt the box a little closer. The necklace is attached to a thin chain of the same material and the pad of your finger strokes it reverently.
Jungkook has yet to speak as he hovers close, his gaze heavy with something you want to believe is affection.
"I—" inhaling a shaky breath, you manage to pull yourself away from the shiny jewelry and over to him, "You really didn't have to. I mean— this is way too much, I couldn't possibly—"
His palm his flaming hot against your face, the pad of his thumb soft where it caresses your cheek. "I wanted to," he says, his other hand finding yours where you clutch at the small box. His fingers brush over your wrist, eyes flitting between your own and the necklace, "Can I put it on you?"
Your throat feels dry despite the water you had been inhaling just a minute ago. Nodding mutely, you allow him to retrieve the jewelry. Jungkook moves carefully when he picks it up, like he was handling a porcelain vase. "Turn around," he whispers.
There was little you could do except comply, turning to face the fridge door across from you as you fiddle with the now-empty box in your hand. The scent of his cologne feels out of place in Mr. and Mrs. Jeon's kitchen, but when he takes a step forward, it is all you can smell.
His chest is just shy of brushing against your back, and when Jungkook inhales, it actually does. You bite your lip to keep yourself from saying something you shouldn't as Jungkook brings his hands over your shoulders, gently placing the necklace onto your collarbone. The gold pendant is cold against your feverish skin and it sears itself onto you — like it, too, knew you would never take it off again.
He fiddles with the clasp for a moment, knuckles accidentally brushing the nape of your neck and you suppress a shudder. You can feel the lock mechanism click into place long before Jungkook actually pulls back. He stands there for a while, warm breath fanning across your shoulder blade as the pads of his fingers trace the fine chain around your neck.
"Alright," he clears his throat and the heat of his body disappears again, "Turn back around."
Doing as he says, you come to face him once more. Glancing down to where the necklace rests, you reach up to feel it, making sure that it was real. Jungkook says nothing but his hands settle on your hips, locking your bodies together in a seal you won't be able to break, even if you want to.
"It's pretty" you murmur, still studying the shimmering gold.
His next exhale meets the tip of your nose, "On it's own maybe." His thumb draws idle circles onto your waist through the cotton of your shirt, "You wear it beautifully."
Had you not been so taken aback by the admission you would've probably given his chest a teasing shove. But when you shift your gaze back up to meet his, you can't bring yourself to even breathe. Jungkook was standing close, too close, and if not for the way his chest pressed against your own, both of your hearts beating as one, then the fact that his lips hovered an inch from your own would've been more than enough to make your head spin.
"I want to kiss you."
He says it like it's the simplest thing in the world, like your conversation with Rayne had meant nothing — like this wasn't bigger than the two of you.
You nod, finally letting go of the pendant and placing the jewelry box aside, your hands find the back of his neck. Just for tonight, you tell yourself. Just for tonight you repeat as his lips brush over yours. Just for—
The creak of a floorboard has your eyes snapping open at the exact same moment Jungkook's does. His head, previously tilted forward to meet yours, jerks in the direction of the kitchen entrance and his grip on your hips tighten impeccably.
The soft, barely audible groan of old wood had not been a trait of the house and soon the sound of footsteps fill the previously hot air. It's but a second later that Cassian rounds the corner and comes to an abrupt halt in the archway.
His hair is tousled from sleep, the blue pajamas sitting awkwardly on his tiny frame after tossing and turning in bed. One small, knuckled fist comes up to rub at his eye as he squints against the sudden lightning. Without actually registering the scene in front of him, he croaks out a groggy:
"Santa?"
── [ ✉️ ] I like this chapter, mainly because of the dialogue. Hm, I hope it's not too boring since there was significantly less Jungkook x OC action, then again, HW is so much more than that, which you ladies know by this point. Anyway anyway, I feel like we have a lot to discuss in terms of theories and lore after this one, hit me, I am ready <3
⌗ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 — in which y/n accidentally catches the attention of notorious playboy park sunghoon. unfortunately for him, shooting his shot proves nearly impossible when y/n absolutely despises players.
nai notes 🪽: sooo how we feeling im finally managing my school better so more chapters to look forward too!! lmk how you all feel abt this tell me if it’s too much or little ANYTHING!!
SYNOPSIS 𑣲 while you’re stuck enduring another overly awkward double date a friend dragged you to, jake is busy sweeping another girl off her feet each month. a messy club collision changes the game for you both, completely.
i had fun making this chapter and is excited for this series to unfold ! ◜ᴗ◝ i hope you all will enjoy this smau as much as i will 💌 taglist is open !
What begins as an ordinary morning slowly becomes a reminder of everything you and Soobin cherish about your relationship: the ease, the trust, the laughter, and the way you continue choosing each other in countless small ways.
WARNINGS ◦ established relationship ◦ writing is dragging and boring are we surprised ◦ smut, mdni ◦ our final part is here yippee ◦ detailed description of sex like REALLY detailed pls keep that in mind ◦ munch soob i hope you're ok with that ◦ THEY ARE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR ◦ tooth rotting fluff i'm warning you (a bit cringe if you ask me) ◦ switch reader and soobin, if you don't like men whimpering i'm so sorry but this one is not for you bye ◦ our couple is super duper hangover here teehee.
1646O ━━━━━ part three soobin x reader
۶ৎ 𝓜 , part three of drunk soob drabbles because it seems i write canon tubatu and y'all enjoyed the second part a little bit too much lol. established relationship all the way because i'm a yearning lonely bitch. domestic soob 😔😔😔😔 pls brace yourselves for this one because i think i went a bit over the top #mybad.
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The first thing Soobin became aware of as he slowly drifted into consciousness was that his left arm was completely gone. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.
There was no sensation at all — no soreness, no pins and needles, just a strange, heavy absence where his arm should be. For a long moment, he simply lay there, blinking up at the ceiling with bleary eyes, trying to decide if it was actually possible to lose a limb in your sleep.
It took him several seconds to gather the courage to look down and when he finally did, the mystery solved itself immediately.
You were curled into his side like you belonged there — your head rested heavily on his left shoulder, using his entire bicep as a personal pillow. A small trail of drool had escaped the corner of your mouth and was slowly soaking into his skin. Your breathing was deep and even, completely oblivious to the fact that you had successfully cut off all circulation to his arm.
Soobin let out a long, quiet sigh. Logically, he knew he should move. A normal, functioning human would gently extract their arm, maybe stretch, and go about their morning. His fingers were tingling faintly now, his shoulder had started to ache in protest, and his bladder was making its complaints increasingly difficult to ignore.
And yet… he didn’t move.
Instead, he stayed exactly where he was, watching the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks in your sleep, the soft pout of your lips, the way your hand had loosely curled around his waist like you were afraid he might disappear. Even with your hair messy and a little bit of drool on his shoulder, you looked impossibly cute.
A small, fond smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didn’t last long. His bladder chose that exact moment to remind him — rather insistently — that he was, in fact, a living human with needs.
Soobin squeezed his eyes shut and groaned quietly into the pillow, the sound muffled and miserable.
Right. The hangover.
The dull, throbbing ache behind his eyes had been easy to ignore while he was busy admiring you, but the second he acknowledged it, the headache rolled in with full force. A heavy pressure settled at the base of his skull, and his mouth felt disgusting — dry, sour, and still faintly tainted with the unmistakable aftertaste of last night’s soju. He hadn’t brushed his teeth before passing out and that realization made him want to crawl under the covers and never emerge again.
God, he needed water. And also ibuprofen. And a shower and maybe a new body while he was at it.
And yet, despite the growing list of complaints, Soobin found himself sinking deeper into the mattress instead of moving.
Because then your hand, which had been resting loosely on his waist, tightened around itself. Even in your sleep, you gave it a small, unconscious tug, pulling yourself closer to him like you could sense he was thinking about getting up. The simple movement made something warm bloom in his chest, cutting right through the hangover haze.
Soobin let out a soft, defeated breath and turned his head just enough to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He was completely trapped — physically, emotionally, and pathetically in love. And for now, he couldn’t bring himself to mind even a little.
In the end, neither of you won.
Somewhere in the middle of that quiet battle, Soobin drifted back to sleep — not deeply, just enough to slip back into a light, hazy doze.
The next time he opened his eyes, it was to the muffled vibration of your phone somewhere under the blankets. A few seconds later, your alarm started playing, the cheerful melody feeling obnoxiously loud in the quiet room. Both of you let out a collective groan.
Your hand emerged from beneath the duvet like a sleepy zombie, blindly searching for the offending device. It took two attempts, one accidental slap against Soobin’s stomach, and a great deal of visible suffering before you finally found it and silenced the alarm. The apartment fell blessedly quiet again.
Neither of you moved.
“Morning,” Soobin mumbled, voice rough and low.
“Mornin’,” you rasped back.
That was the extent of your conversation for the next several minutes. You eventually rolled onto your back, still half-buried under the duvet, and started checking your notifications. Soobin did the same beside you.
The two of you scrolled through your phones in comfortable silence — the kind that only comes after years together. No pressure to fill the quiet, no need to entertain each other, just existing side by side.
Every now and then, one of you would tilt your screen toward the other — a funny tweet, a random meme, or a weather notification that made you both grimace. Then the silence would settle again. Eventually, you lowered your phone onto your stomach and stared at the ceiling for a long moment. A deep sigh escaped you.
Soobin immediately glanced over.
You pushed the blankets aside and sat up slowly, clearly uncomfortable. The movement made you wince.
“Where are you going?” he asked, voice still thick with sleep.
You grimaced again as you swung your legs over the side of the bed. “Bathroom first.”
Soobin hummed absently, but something in your tone made him look at you properly.
“Hangover?”
“No.” You were already standing now, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around the room.
The duvet slipped down around your waist, revealing your bare skin. Without thinking twice, you bent down, picked up his discarded button-up shirt from the floor, and slipped it on. Your fingers worked through the buttons automatically while your hair remained a wild, adorable mess.
The sight hit Soobin square in the chest — soft morning light, his shirt hanging off your frame, the quiet domesticity of it all.
“Sore?” he asked after a moment.
You paused midway through buttoning the shirt, then nodded. “Yeah.”
Soobin pushed himself up against the headboard, brows pulling together slightly. “Really?”
“Mhm.” You kept your eyes on the buttons. “My thighs mostly. Back too.”
He stared at you. The realization settled in slowly. “Oh.”
Your eyes narrowed immediately as you looked up at him. “What?”
“Nothing,” he said, trying — and failing — to keep his face neutral. A tiny, guilty smile threatened to break across his mouth. He tried to bite it back, but the amusement was already sparkling in his eyes.
“Soobin-ssi,” you warned, pointing at him.
“I’m not saying anything.”
“You’re thinking very loudly right now.”
His smile finally won, dimples carving deep into his cheeks. “I was just wondering,” he said innocently, “why your thighs would possibly hurt.”
You grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at his face with impressive speed. Soobin caught it effortlessly, laughing as he hugged the pillow to his chest.
The bedroom fell quiet once you disappeared down the hallway, the soft padding of your footsteps fading into the distance.
Soobin stayed exactly where he was, sprawled on his back with one arm draped lazily over his eyes, blocking out the gentle morning light that slipped through the curtains. His other hand held his phone above him, thumb scrolling absentmindedly through an app he wasn’t really paying attention to. The screen’s glow reflected faintly off his face, but his mind was elsewhere — still pleasantly fuzzy around the edges from sleep and the remnants of last night’s drinking.
A soft notification chime broke the silence.
He blinked slowly as the company group chat popped up at the top of his screen. Someone had just uploaded today’s call sheet. Without thinking, Soobin tapped on it, his eyes scanning the familiar layout out of pure habit.
Recording session at 4 PM.
Short meeting with the choreographer.
Dance review in the practice room.
Nothing unusual. Nothing particularly demanding.
He’d been doing this for so long that the schedule barely registered as new information anymore. At fifteen, the mere thought of a random Thursday of his future self would have sent him into excited panic. Now, at twenty-six, it felt like checking the weather — something that simply existed.
Comebacks, promotions, filming, interviews… the days blurred together in a steady, relentless rhythm. Time moved differently when you lived like this, months vanished between one schedule and the next.
His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment.
Then he heard it — the soft clatter of cabinet doors opening in the kitchen, followed by a sleepy, muttered curse as something (probably a spoon or a mug) clattered onto the counter.
Soobin’s smile grew instantly, warm and fond.
He lowered his phone onto his chest and turned his head toward the open bedroom door, listening. Another faint clink, then the sound of the fridge opening. You were probably making coffee or trying to find the painkillers you both needed.
He let out a quiet breath, chest rising and falling slowly and then got up. The moment his feet touched the cool wooden floor, Soobin’s headache made its presence known with a sharp, punishing throb behind his eyes. He paused, swaying slightly in place, and let out a low groan.
He ran a hand through his messy hair and shuffled out of the bedroom, his tall frame moving slower than usual. The hallway was brighter than he expected, warm sunlight spilling across the floor in soft golden patches. The faint, comforting smell of coffee was already drifting through the air, and it made his steps feel a little more purposeful.
By the time he reached the kitchen, you were leaning against the counter, looking slightly more alive than you had five minutes ago. One hand held a glass of water, the other clutched the familiar white bottle of painkillers like a hard-won trophy.
“Found them?” Soobin asked, voice still rough with sleep.
You lifted the bottle slightly in victory.
“After fighting for my life,” you replied, equally raspy.
A tired, half-smile tugged at his lips. “Proud of you.”
“Thank you.”
You took another slow sip of water, then slid the bottle of painkillers across the counter toward him without a word. Soobin picked it up, shook two tablets into his palm, and swallowed them with the water you wordlessly offered him next. The fact that he didn’t even try to argue or tough it out was probably the clearest sign yet that this hangover was the real deal.
He leaned his hip against the counter beside you, shoulders slumping as he waited for the medicine to kick in. The kitchen felt warm and safe, filled with the quiet sounds of the coffee maker and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.
Soobin glanced sideways at you, taking in the sight of you in his oversized button-up, sleeves too long for your arms, hair still messy from sleep. Despite the headache and the general misery of his body, something soft and fond settled in his chest.
Quietly, he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his bare chest. He was only wearing his boxers, hair still messy and fluffy from the bed. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your warmth with a contented sigh, breathing you in.
You smiled softly, continuing to rinse your glass even as he clung to you.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, voice low and a little raspy, lips brushing against your skin with every word.
You nodded, leaning back into his embrace. “Mhm. Really well, actually. Even if someone kept me up half the night,” you teased lightly.
Soobin let out a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating against your back. His arms tightened around you, one hand slipping under the hem of the button-up to rest warmly on your stomach.
“Yeah… sorry about that,” he murmured, not sounding sorry at all. “Couldn’t help myself, missed you too much.”
You let out a soft laugh and tilted your head back to rest against his shoulder, then finished rinsing the glass and set it on the drying rack, then turned in his arms so you could face him. Your hands came up to rest on his bare chest as you looked up at his messy hair and sleepy eyes.
“And you?” you asked gently. “Did you sleep okay?”
Soobin nodded, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “Yeah. Best sleep I’ve had in weeks. Waking up with you drooling on my arm is weirdly one of my favorite things.”
You smacked his chest lightly, laughing. “I do not drool.”
“You do,” he said fondly, eyes crinkling. “But it’s cute. Everything about you in the morning is cute.”
He hugged you closer again, swaying you both gently in the middle of the kitchen, his chin resting on top of your head. The morning light felt warmer with him wrapped around you like this.
You smiled against his skin, both of you lingering in the quiet domesticity of the moment — his tall frame wrapped around yours, the faint smell of coffee in the air, and the comfortable silence that only years of loving each other could create.
A few minutes later, after the coffee maker had finished its slow gurgling and both of you had traded equal amounts of dramatic complaints about how unfair life was, Soobin finally admitted defeat. He pushed himself off the counter with a heavy sigh and headed toward the bathroom.
Halfway down the short hallway, he paused. Then turned around.
“Do you wanna shower together?” he asked, voice still husky from sleep.
You didn’t even look up from the piece of toast you were spreading butter on. “No.”
“Wow,” Soobin said, placing a hand over his chest like he’d been wounded. “That’s incredibly selfish.”
“I haven’t even had breakfast yet, you drama king.”
“I could’ve been your breakfast.”
That finally made you glance up at him, one eyebrow raised in dry amusement. “Go shower, Soobin.”
He grinned, dimples flashing. “Worth a try.”
The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, and soon the sound of running water filled the apartment.
The hot water worked wonders almost immediately. It didn’t completely erase the hangover, but it soothed the worst of it — easing the tension in his shoulders and clearing some of the fog in his head. Steam rose around him as he worked shampoo through his messy hair, eyes half-closed in contentment.
His gaze drifted lazily across the shelf built into the shower wall, now filled mostly with your products. He had long since stopped bothering to bring his own because you kept buying the good-smelling ones, and he kept happily stealing them. It had become an unspoken system between you two.
A few minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open.
Soobin tilted his head under the spray and peeked through wet strands of hair just in time to see you walk in, toothbrush already in hand. You looked noticeably more awake now, though still adorably rumpled in his oversized button-up.
“Morning,” he called out cheerfully over the sound of the water.
“You already said that,” you replied, squeezing toothpaste onto your brush.
“Just double-checking.”
You rolled your eyes, but he caught the small smile tugging at your lips in the mirror. He laughed quietly to himself, watching as you started brushing your teeth.
“What time do you have to be there today?” you asked a minute later, words slightly muffled by foam.
“Four,” he answered, running his hands through his hair to rinse out the shampoo.
His eyes followed you naturally as you moved around the sink area. That’s when he noticed the blister pack of vitamins sitting neatly beside your toothbrush — one already popped out for him.
The shower door slid open a few inches.
“Did you take the vitamins?” he asked.
You pointed toward the sink with your toothbrush. “Bought one out for you too.”
A soft, genuine smile spread across his face. “Thank you.”
“That's nothing, baby.”
But Soobin made no move to actually step out and take them.
Instead, he stayed right where he was — tall, broad-shouldered, and dripping wet — simply watching you with that familiar, playful glint in his eyes. You continued brushing your teeth, pretending not to notice his staring, but eventually your eyes met his in the mirror.
“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Soobin said nothing. He just tilted his head slightly toward the warm spray behind him, the invitation clear as day, not even a little bit subtle.
You paused mid-brush. “Seriously?”
“Baby,” he said, voice low and sweet, a small pout forming on his lips.
“What?”
“I’m leaving today, you know that.”
You stared at him through the mirror, toothbrush paused halfway to your mouth. “You’re leaving at four p.m., Soobin.”
“That’s still leaving,” Soobin said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
You raised an eyebrow. “That’s six hours from now.”
“Exactly,” he replied, tilting his head under the spray. Water cascaded down his broad shoulders as he gave you a pitiful look. “Six hours isn’t that long.”
Your eyes narrowed. “That’s not helping your case.”
A look of genuine offense crossed his face. “How is it not helping? I’m literally telling you! I’ll miss you.”
You had to fight the urge to laugh. “Because you basically have the entire day, Soobin.”
“I don’t have the entire day,” he argued, pointing dramatically at the shower floor like it was evidence in a courtroom. “I’m currently using part of the day. Very important shower time.”
You almost choked on your toothpaste. “Choi Soobin.”
“What?” He blinked innocently, water dripping from his lashes. “I’m just saying.”
His smile widened immediately, dimples carving deep into his flushed cheeks. He looked far too pleased with himself for someone who was supposed to be hungover.
You turned back to the mirror, shaking your head. “No, baby.”
A beat of silence passed. Then, softly: “Please?”
You laughed — actually laughed — the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. “Stop this.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Please.”
You finally turned to look at him through the glass. He was standing there, tall and dripping wet, giving you the most heartbreaking pout you’d ever seen.
He whined, voice soft and sweet. The pout somehow got worse. “Baby.”
“Oh my God. Fine.”
You groaned loudly and rubbed a hand down your face in defeat. From inside the shower, Soobin visibly brightened. First came the smile, then those dangerous dimples, followed by the unmistakable expression of a man who knew he was winning.
You pointed your toothbrush at him threateningly. “Move over.”
The reaction was immediate.
Soobin lit up like someone had just told him he won the lottery. His whole face broke into the biggest, goofiest, most heart-melting smile you’d ever seen. The kind that made his dimples pop and his eyes crinkle at the corners.
He was already making space for you, looking absurdly pleased with himself — like convincing you to join him in the shower was his greatest achievement of the week. Maybe even the month.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. You quickly finished brushing your teeth, then turned away from the mirror. With zero ceremony, you unbuttoned his oversized shirt and let it slide off your shoulders, catching it before it hit the floor. You tossed it onto the laundry basket, followed shortly by your panties, which you stepped out of and kicked toward the same direction.
Soobin’s eyes followed every movement.
“Weirdo,” you muttered, cheeks warming slightly as you stepped into the shower.
The moment the water hit your skin, Soobin wrapped his long arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head with a contented sigh. For a few seconds it was just quiet — the sound of water, his warm chest against your back, the familiar scent of his stolen shampoo filling the steamy air.
Then he spoke again, voice low and hopeful against your ear. “So… can I eat you out now?”
You blinked, pulling back just enough to stare at him in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?” you laughed, half shocked, half amused.
Soobin gave you a innocent little shrug, water dripping from his lashes as he smiled. “I’m just saying,” he murmured, “it will make you more happy on this day.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “What are you talking about?”
He leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder before continuing with complete seriousness, “Research says that if you let your boyfriend eat you out once a day—”
You slapped your hand over his mouth immediately, eyes wide.
“Don’t finish that nonsense, my god Soob,” you groaned, laughing despite yourself. “I thought we were just having a cute shower.”
Soobin’s eyes sparkled with mischief under your palm. He gently pried your hand away from his mouth, still grinning.
“We’ve talked about this yesterday! It’s not like I’m bringing this up from nowhere,” he said innocently, pressing another kiss to your wet shoulder, then your collarbone. “I said I was going to take my time with you today. And I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up, you looked so cute drooling on my arm.”
“Pervert,” you said. Water cascaded over both of you as you poked his chest. “We are not doing that in the shower, baby. It’s slippery and dangerous and I’m not trying to end up in the ER with a concussion because my boyfriend got too excited.”
Soobin pouted again, somehow even more dramatically this time. “I can get on my knees for it, baby, you know I don't mind.”
“Jesus. No, Soob, we can do it in bed, where it’s safe and I can lie down. And not worry about my giant boyfriend dropping me on the tiles.”
“I wouldn’t drop you,” he argued, hands sliding down to rest on your hips. “I’m very strong. And very careful. And very motivated.”
You gave him a flat look and repeated. “Pervert.”
“Your pervert,” he corrected happily, leaning down to press a soft, wet kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were sparkling with mischief. “Come on, just a little. I’ll be gentle. I’ll even get on my knees. I look really good on my knees, you already told me that.” He tries again.
You groaned, but the sound came out weaker than you intended. The image hit you instantly — Soobin, tall as he was, sinking down onto his knees in the shower, water running down his broad shoulders and back, looking up at you with those dark, hungry eyes while his mouth...
Damn. You hated how quickly your body and heart reacted to the mental picture.
“Stop it,” you muttered, turning your face away from him, but your voice lacked any real conviction. Heat was already crawling up your neck and settling in your stomach.
Soobin noticed immediately, of course. He always did.
He tilted his head, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. “Why? You just got all tense.”
“I did not.”
“You definitely did.” His hands slid down to your waist, thumbs stroking your wet skin. “Your breathing changed too, jagi. That's cute.”
You turned around once again and pushed at his chest half-heartedly, cheeks burning. “You are so annoying. We are not doing this in the shower. It’s slippery, I will fall, and then you’ll have to explain to your members why I have a concussion and you have a guilty conscience.”
Soobin hummed, clearly not convinced. He leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear as water continued to cascade over both of you. “But imagine it,” he whispered, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone he knew affected you.
Soobin stepped closer, closing what little space remained between you until your back gently met the cool tile wall. His tall frame crowded you in, one hand braced beside your head while the other slid around your waist, pulling your wet body flush against his.
He leaned down, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear.
“Me on my knees for you…” he murmured, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “Holding your thighs open while the water runs down your body.” Another kiss, this one lower, lingering as his tongue traced a warm path along your skin. “You could just lean back against the wall and take it.”
You shivered despite the hot water raining down on both of you. Your hands instinctively came up to rest on his chest, but you didn’t push him away.
“Ya! Soobin-ssi…” you complained in a whine, slapping weakly at his chest.
“I’ll be gone for another week after today,” he continued softly, lips never leaving your neck. He kissed lower, right where your pulse fluttered, then sucked gently, making your breath hitch. “Just let me have a little taste before I go. You know I can do it, baby, we’ve done this before.”
His mouth kept moving — slow, deliberate kisses trailing down the side of your throat, then back up to that spot just under your jaw that always made your knees weak. He pressed his body more firmly against yours, one thigh sliding between your legs as he coaxed you with that deep, raspy voice.
“You remember last time, don’t you?” Your boyfriend whispered against your wet skin, kissing and licking between every word. “How fast you came on my tongue? How you had to hold onto my hair because your legs were shaking so much?”
Your fingers curled against his chest as heat pooled low in your stomach. Soobin was being unfairly effective — the combination of his warm mouth, the hot water, and those filthy, sweet words making it harder and harder to say no.
Soobin pulled back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark and full of want, droplets of water clinging to his lashes.
“Just a little,” he pleaded softly, pressing another lingering kiss right below your ear. “Let me make you feel good before I have to leave you for a week.”
You let out a pathetic little whine, your hand coming up to smack his shoulder.
“Ya, that’s not fair,” you complained, voice breathy. You were already rising onto your tiptoes, trying to escape the thick thigh he had gently wedged between your legs. The movement only pressed you closer to his body, which made everything worse.
He didn’t even flinch at the smack. Instead, he smiled, clearly enjoying your reaction.
“I’m sore after last night,” you added, pushing at his chest with both hands, cheeks burning. “You shouldn’t be like this, you know.”
Soobin let you push him, still grinning as he took a few steps back. You kept shoving him with an annoyed pout on your face until his back hit the opposite wall of the shower. Even then, his smile only grew wider, dimples deep and eyes sparkling with pure delight.
He loved when you got like this — all flustered and pouty and trying to boss him around.
You glared up at him. “Stop smiling like that.”
“Like what?” he asked innocently, though the grin never faded.
Before you could answer, Soobin’s arms wrapped around you again, pulling you flush against his chest. One large hand cradled the back of your head as he leaned down and kissed you.
The kiss was slow and deep, warm water still pouring over both of you. He was so much taller that you had to tilt your head back, standing on your tiptoes again just to reach him properly. The shower wasn’t tiny, but with his broad frame taking up space and the steam rising thicker by the second, it was definitely getting warmer.
You tried to stay annoyed for about three seconds.
Then you melted into him, hands sliding up his wet chest and around his neck as you kissed him back. Soobin hummed happily against your mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed yours, slow and sensual, tasting the faint mint of your toothpaste. Water dripped from his hair onto your face as he kissed you harder, one hand sliding down to grip your waist while the other stayed tangled in your wet hair.
Between kisses, you pulled back just enough to mutter against his lips, “If you let me fall, I swear…”
Soobin smirked, the expression wicked and fond at the same time. Without a word, he pressed you even closer, chest to chest, until there was almost no space left between your bodies. He kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your knees feel weak.
The shower filled with the sound of running water and the wet, messy noises of your kisses. Soobin’s hand moved from your waist to your lower back, holding you firmly as he tilted his head the other way, kissing you like he had all the time in the world.
When you finally broke apart for air, both of you breathing heavier, he rested his forehead against yours, water dripping from his lashes.
“So…” he murmured, voice rough and teasing, “is that a yes?”
You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you pulled him back down into another kiss, deeper this time, fingers threading tightly through his wet hair as the steam thickened around you. Soobin groaned softly into your mouth, the sound low and hungry. His large hands slid down your body, gripping your waist before moving lower to cup your ass, pulling you up against him until your feet barely touched the floor.
The kiss turned filthy fast.
Tongues sliding, lips wet and eager, breaths mixing with the hot water pouring over you. Soobin walked you back until your shoulders hit the tiled wall again, his tall frame completely caging you in. One of his thighs pressed between your legs again, this time with clear intention, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped when it rubbed lightly against your core.
His large hands roamed slowly down your back, pulling you closer until you could feel him starting to harden against your stomach.
You let out a small, involuntary sound and pressed closer. Soobin’s breath hitched. He broke the kiss just enough to look at you, eyes dark but concerned.
“Baby,” he said quietly, voice serious now. “Are you still achy?” He pressed a warm palm to your belly.
You nodded, fingers still tangled in his wet hair. “It’s fine,” you whispered. “I want it.”
"'Sure, baby?" He asks again.
"Hm." You nod.
The reassurance seemed to flip a switch in your boyfriend.
His hands gripped your waist firmly, and with almost no effort he lifted you slightly, pressing your back against the tiled wall. The movement made you yelp in surprise. He used that moment — while your mouth was open — to kiss you even deeper, tongue stroking yours with slow, filthy intent.
You moaned into his mouth, arms wrapping tighter around his neck as he manhandled you exactly how he wanted. He kept you pinned gently against the wall, one hand supporting your thigh while the other cradled the back of your head, angling you perfectly for his kisses.
The steam was getting thicker, the shower box feeling smaller and hotter with every passing second.
Soobin walked you sideways along the wall, still kissing you senseless, until your back met a different section of tile. He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, lips brushing yours as he spoke.
“I missed this so much,” he whispered, voice low and earnest. “Sometimes when I’m away… I dream about you all the time.”
He slowly sank down to his knees in front of you, water streaming down his broad shoulders and chest. Even like this — tall frame folded down on the shower floor — he looked devastating. Soobin looked up at you with dark, adoring eyes, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead with one hand.
He leaned in and pressed the softest, most reverent kiss right below your belly button, right over your womb. Then another. And another. His lips were warm, feather-light, almost worshipping as he kissed lower and lower.
You let out a shaky breath, one hand gently resting on his wet hair. The sight of him on his knees, kissing you with such quiet devotion, was making your head spin.
Soobin smiled against your skin, dimples deep even now. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he murmured, voice low and fond. He kissed your lower belly again, slower this time. “You’re all dazed already, baby.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your fingers just tightened slightly in his hair.
He continued his gentle worship, pressing feather-light kisses everywhere — along the crease of your thigh, over your mound, the sensitive skin right above where you needed him most. Every kiss was tender, almost sweet, like he was reminding himself how lucky he was to be here.
Then he carefully lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his broad shoulder, opening you up for him. The new position made you feel exposed, and you instinctively tried to close your legs a little, suddenly shy.
Soobin noticed immediately.
“Hm? Is it okay, baby?” he asked softly, pressing a slow kiss to your inner thigh while looking up at you. Water dripped from his lashes as he waited for your answer. “You’re getting shy on me now?”
You bit your lip, cheeks burning.
He smiled again, that warm, endearing smile that always made your heart flutter, even when he was on his knees between your legs.
“Come on,” he coaxed gently, voice full of affection. “Let me see you.” He turned his head and inhaled softly against your core, breathing you in like he couldn’t get enough. “Fuck… you smell so good. Missed you so much.”
You whimpered quietly, thighs trembling. Soobin pressed another feather-light kiss right next to your clit, then looked up at you again with dark, loving eyes.
He adjusted his grip, securing your leg more firmly over his broad shoulder so you were perfectly open for him. Water continued cascading down his back as he looked up at you.
“Hold onto the handle, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing against your folds. “Don’t want you slippin'.”
You reached up with one hand and gripped the shower handle tightly, heart racing. Soobin gave your thigh a gentle, reassuring squeeze, then leaned back in.
He started slow.
Extremely slow.
His lips brushed against your outer folds first — soft, warm, almost chaste kisses that made your breath hitch. He kissed you there like he was savoring you, gentle presses of his mouth against your slick, sensitive skin. Then he parted your folds with his tongue in one long, deliberate stroke, tasting you properly from your entrance up to your clit.
A quiet, satisfied hum vibrated against you.
His tongue moved lazily, tracing the shape of your inner lips, licking slowly through your folds with careful, thorough strokes. He took his time exploring every inch of you — gliding over your entrance, circling just below your clit, then dragging back down again in unhurried, sensual movements.
You could feel everything. The way his soft, warm tongue parted your slick folds, the gentle suction of his lips when he kissed your clit, the way his nose brushed against your mound as he buried his face deeper between your thighs.
Soobin groaned softly, the sound deep and genuine. “Missed this so much,” he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss right over your entrance before licking back up slowly. “So pretty…, right baby?”
His tongue dipped inside you briefly, tasting deeper, before sliding back up to swirl lazily around your swollen clit. Every movement was deliberate, loving, and maddeningly gentle.
Your grip on the shower handle tightened as your thighs trembled around his shoulders. Soft, breathy moans kept slipping from your lips, growing louder each time his warm tongue dragged slowly through your folds.
Soobin felt you starting to lean more of your weight onto him. He smiled against your pussy, eyes crinkling with affection.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured sweetly, voice vibrating against you.
You couldn’t answer, pleasure was already clouding your mind. Instead, you reached down with your free hand and threaded your fingers through his wet hair, gripping tightly as your hips rolled forward, chasing his mouth.
The sudden tug made Soobin groan. He responded immediately by sucking on your clit a little more firmly, lips wrapping around the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure.
A broken whimper escaped you.
He felt your weight dip again as your legs grew weaker. You were completely lost in it — head tilted back against the tile, eyes half-closed, lips parted in silent moans. Soobin noticed how far gone you already were and got a little excited. He pulled back just slightly and blew a cool stream of air directly against your overheated clit.
You yelped in response, hips jerking hard. “Ah—!”
Soobin chuckled softly, the sound warm and fond. He looked up at you through wet lashes, water still running down his face.
“Jagi,” he called gently.
You didn’t look down at him right away, too dazed. So he nipped lightly at your inner thigh, just enough to get your attention.
Your eyes finally fluttered open and met his.
Soobin’s expression softened instantly — eyes full of love and quiet adoration, even while he was on his knees between your legs.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispered tenderly. “Slow down for me. You’re shaking too much.”
You pouted, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, bottom lip trembling slightly. You gave him a small, shy nod. You hated when he teased you like this.
Without thinking, you reached down and gently pushed his wet hair back from his forehead, tucking the strands away so you could see his face better. The gesture was so soft and intimate that Soobin’s heart squeezed.
"Stop teasing me," you pouted and whined.
He smiled up at you — slow, fond, and completely smitten. For a moment, everything felt strangely domestic despite the explicit position you were in. Just you and him, water raining down, eyes locked in a quiet, loving stare.
“Thank you,” he murmured sweetly, pressing one last gentle kiss to your thigh. "Love you."
Then he leaned back in, returning to his slow, devoted work with even more care than before — licking long, sensual stripes through your folds, savoring every drop of you like he truly had been dreaming about this.
His tongue moved in slow, luxurious strokes — dragging flat and warm from your entrance all the way up to your clit, parting your slick folds with every pass. The hot water continued falling over his shoulders and back, but he didn’t seem to notice. His only focus was you.
He licked deeper, tongue dipping inside you for a moment before sliding back up to circle your clit with lazy, precise movements. Every so often he would close his lips around the sensitive bud and suck gently — not too hard, just enough to make your hips twitch.
“Bin…” you whimpered when the pleasure suddenly spiked. Your hand left the handle and gripped his shoulder instead, nails digging into his wet skin.
He could feel your thigh trembling on his shoulder and adjusted it slightly higher, opening you up even more for him. The new angle let him press his tongue firmer against your clit, flicking it softly before sucking again.
You moaned louder, legs shaking.
He pulled back just enough to blow a cool stream of air directly against your overheated pussy. The contrast made you jolt. Again.
“Ah—!” Your grip on his shoulder tightened hard. “Soobin!”
Instead of answering, he nipped gently at your inner thigh, then immediately soothed the spot with a slow, wet kiss. He repeated the pattern — long, slow licks through your dripping folds, gentle suction on your clit, cool bursts of air, and soft nips on your thighs whenever you got too loud or too squirmy.
At one point he pulled your other leg up too, carefully resting it over his shoulder so both of your thighs were draped over him. The position left you almost completely suspended, back pressed against the tile, most of your weight supported by his shoulders and hands. It should’ve felt precarious, but the way he held you made it feel safe.
Soobin groaned deeply when he tasted how much wetter you’d gotten.
“Oh fuck,” he murmured, voice husky. "You like this, don't you, baby?" He confirmed it with a short giggle, only to himself. He licked it all up with broad, hungry strokes of his tongue, making obscene wet sounds that echoed in the shower.
Your back pressed firmer against the cool tiled wall as most of your weight settled onto his shoulders. The tiles were cold against your heated skin — a sharp, sudden wake-up call that made you gasp. At the same time, the angle opened you up so much wider for him.
“—Soobin!” you cursed breathlessly, eyes widening. Your hands scrambled for purchase — one gripping the slippery shower handle tighter, the other slapping against the wet tiles, trying to find something solid to hold onto.
Before you could protest more, he leaned back in and licked a long, broad stripe up your entire pussy — slow and deliberate. The new position made every sensation feel ten times stronger. His tongue dragged heavily over your clit, then dipped down to push inside you, fucking you with lazy, deep strokes while his nose rubbed perfectly against your swollen bud.
The stretch in your thighs, the cold wall on your back, the hot water pouring over both of you, and the overwhelming feeling of being so completely open for him — it was almost too much.
“Oh my god—” you whimpered, half-laughing, half-moaning as your fingers dug harder into the shower handle. Your other hand slid down to grip his wet hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
Soobin groaned deeply against you, the sound vibrating through your core. He was clearly enjoying how reactive you were in this position. His hands gripped the underside of your thighs firmly, holding you securely as he devoured you with slow, hungry licks — sucking gently on your clit, then licking broad and flat, then teasing your entrance again.
Then he picked up the pace.
His tongue focused on your clit, dragging the sensitive bundle of nerves from side to side in rapid, firm strokes. The sudden intensity made your whole body jerk.
You squirmed hard, hips twitching as sharp pleasure shot through you. Your hand tightened desperately in his wet hair while the other gripped the shower handle so hard your knuckles turned white.
Soobin didn’t stop. He kept licking you with quick, relentless side-to-side movements, his tongue flat and heavy against your swollen clit. At the same time, the pads of his fingers began gently massaging your entrance, rubbing slow, teasing circles around it, spreading your wetness.
The dual sensation made you twitch violently. Your thighs shook over his shoulders as your body tried to process the overwhelming pleasure.
He pulled back just enough for you to hear his low, vibrating murmur against your pussy, “Just hang on a little bit more, baby…”
The vibration of his voice against your clit made your eyes roll back for a second. Soobin detached for only a moment, breathing heavily against your thigh as he looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.
“Just two, okay baby?” he asked softly, voice hoarse but gentle. “I’ll go slow.”
You barely managed a shaky nod.
He leaned back in, pressing a soft kiss to your clit before pushing one finger inside you. The stretch was familiar — thick and warm. You moaned loudly, walls fluttering around the intrusion. Soobin groaned at the feeling, then slowly worked in a second finger, carefully stretching you open while his tongue returned to your clit.
He started moving both fingers in slow, deep thrusts, curling them gently against that spongy spot inside you while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit again.
Soobin groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through your core. He could feel how much easier his fingers were sliding in this time — how much more open and relaxed you were compared to last night. The realization made heat flare in the man's stomach.
“Fuck… you’re so much more open today, baby,” he murmured against your pussy, voice thick with satisfaction. “Fuck, I love my life.”
Before you could respond or laugh at his ridiculous comment, he spread his two fingers apart inside you in that slow, deliberate scissoring motion he knew drove you crazy. He stretched you gently, opening you up even more while his tongue kept working your clit in quick, firm strokes.
Your reaction was instant.
“Oh my god— Soob,” you moaned loudly, head falling back against the tile. Your voice echoed in the shower as your hips jerked. The combination of his tongue on your clit and his fingers stretching you was overwhelming.
He kept the same devastating rhythm — deep, scissoring thrusts of his fingers paired with relentless flicks of his tongue. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, turning into broken whimpers as the pleasure built higher and higher.
You started squirming, trying to pull away when it became too intense.
“Oh—” you gasped, one hand pushing weakly at his head while your thighs trembled violently over his shoulders.
Soobin didn’t let you escape.
His strong hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly in place against his mouth. He pulled you even closer, burying his face deeper between your legs as he sucked on your clit with more purpose.
You cried out, back arching hard against the cold tiles.
The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the shower, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. Your whole body started shaking . The pressure in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.
You came hard with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. Your walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around his fingers, gushing against his tongue. Soobin groaned loudly, happily, and kept licking you through it — slower now, but still greedy, drawing out every last tremble and aftershock.
He held you securely the entire time, supporting your weight as your legs shook violently over his shoulders. Only when your moans turned into soft, overwhelmed whimpers did he finally ease up, pressing gentle, soothing kisses to your sensitive pussy and inner thighs.
You were panting hard, barely able to hold yourself up, one hand still weakly gripping his wet hair.
Soobin looked up at you with dark, satisfied eyes and a soft, loving smile, water still streaming down his face. You stared back down at him, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, chest heaving. Without thinking, you reached down and pushed his wet hair back from his forehead with more force than necessary, fingers gripping the strands tightly. The movement made his head tilt back, exposing the long line of his throat.
Soobin’s eyes fluttered for a second, a low, pleased sound rumbling in his chest. He looked completely blissed out — eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shiny. He even let out a soft, breathless laugh, looking almost as wrecked as you felt.
You tried to lift your leg off his shoulder, but your thighs were shaking too much. The moment you attempted to move, your muscles gave out, leaving you helplessly trembling against the wall.
“Don’t laugh…” you whined, voice hoarse and cracked from moaning. “Soob—”
But he only grinned wider, looking positively drugged out and proud of himself. His face was completely soaked — water mixed with your release dripping from his chin and lips down onto his chest.
“Oh my god…” you breathed, eyes widening as you finally noticed just how wet his face was. “Is that—?”
Soobin let out another low, delighted laugh, dimples deep and eyes sparkling with pure satisfaction.
“Right, baby?” he said, voice husky and teasing. “I got worried for a second. But I remember you always come this much when I go down on you.”
You let out a embarrassed groan and weakly pushed at his shoulder, but there was no real strength behind it. Your legs were still trembling over his shoulders, completely useless.
Soobin chuckled softly, pressing one last gentle kiss to your mound that made you twitch hard. Then he carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, supporting your weight as he rose from his knees.
He stood up slowly, towering over you again. The moment he was upright, he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around your body like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between you. His skin was hot, flushed from the steam and exertion, and he was still grinning — that big, dopey, uncontrollable smile that showed off his dimples.
“You’re shaking so much,” he murmured, voice hoarse and fond. He held you closer, one arm banded around your waist while the other stroked down your back. “C’mere, baby. I’ve got you.”
Your legs were still unsteady, twitching every few seconds from the aftershocks. Soobin noticed immediately and tightened his hold, practically holding you up as the water continued raining down on both of you.
He pressed soft kisses to your wet forehead, then your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth — everywhere he could reach. His hands roamed gently over your body, not sexual anymore, just loving and a little possessive, like he needed the constant contact.
“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he whispered against your hair, still grinning like an idiot. “All twitchy and soft. My favorite version of you.”
You leaned heavily into him, still catching your breath. “You like this too much… I can’t even stand properly because of you.”
“I know, 'm sorry,” he said happily, clearly not sorry at all. “Let me help.”
He kept one arm firmly around your waist and reached for the body wash with the other. He squeezed some into his palm and started washing you — gentle, careful strokes over your shoulders, your chest, your stomach. Every few seconds he’d lean down to kiss wherever he was washing, like he couldn’t help himself.
You leaned into him, still a little dazed, letting the warm water and his touches calm your trembling body.
After a moment, you tilted your head up to look at him, a small, amused tired smile playing on your lips.
“Where the hell did you learn that position?” you asked, voice still slightly hoarse. “The one with both my legs over your shoulders. That was crazy, fuck.”
Soobin paused mid-stroke, then let out a bright, excited laugh, dimples popping out instantly.
“Did you like it?” he asked immediately, eyes sparkling with both pride and nervousness. “I’ve been wanting to try it for a while but I was honestly scared I was going to drop you. I kept thinking ‘don’t let her fall, don’t let her fall’ the whole time.” He grinned sheepishly. “But I did good, right?”
You giggled, hiding your face against his wet chest for a second before looking back up at him.
“Yeah, babe. You did really good,” you reassured him, still smiling. “It felt insane. I felt like I couldn’t even move… but in a really hot way.”
His whole face lit up with pure joy. “Really? I was so focused on not dropping you that I almost forgot to breathe.”
You laughed again, the sound soft and fond. As you kept talking, your hand slid down his chest… and then lower. Your eyebrows raised slightly when you felt just how hard he still was, his cock heavy and flushed against your stomach.
“Jesus, baby…” you said softly, tone laced with worry. You looked up at him with a deep pout, brows furrowed as you gently wrapped your fingers around his hard length. He was achingly stiff, throbbing in your hand, “you’re so hard. Want me to suck you off before we get out?”
Soobin let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering for a second at your touch. For a moment he looked genuinely tempted — his hips twitched forward instinctively — but then he shook his head, biting his lip.
“I’m good,” he murmured, even though his voice was rough with want. He leaned down and kissed you softly. “I mean… I would love that, but I really need to get out of this shower.”
He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes dark and honest.
“I need to fuck you properly soooo bad,” he whispered, voice low. “It's not even funny anymore".
You couldn’t help it — a bright little giggle escaped you. You leaned up and pressed a soft, affectionate kiss to his cheek, right over his dimple. Soobin pouted instantly, lips pushed out in the most dramatic, pitiful way.
“…Baby,” he whined, dragging the word out. "I'm serious."
You laughed harder, the sound echoing in the steamy shower. “Look at you. So desperate.”
“Please,” he begged, voice soft and sweet as he nuzzled into your neck. “Please please please. Just one last time before I have to leave for a week. I’m gonna miss you so much, I need you.”
You kept giggling, thoroughly enjoying how needy he was being. He pulled back just enough to give you the biggest, saddest puppy eyes.
“I’ll get on my knees again if it's needed,” he offered seriously, already starting to lower himself.
You burst out laughing and grabbed his shoulders to stop him. “Slow down! Oh my god, you’re actually insane.”
Soobin paused mid-crouch, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and a shy, hopeful smile. You cupped his face with both hands, still giggling.
“It’s okay, baby. I want it too,” you reassured him, thumbs brushing his wet cheeks. “You’re just fun to tease.”
He blushed harder, the pink spreading all the way to his ears, but his smile turned knowing and a little shy. He knew exactly what you meant. He liked it when you played with him like this — when you teased him, made him beg, made him wait. And you both knew it.
“Yeah?” he asked quietly, eyes sparkling as he straightened up again and pulled you flush against his body.
“Mhm,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Big tall boyfriend acting all desperate and cute… what’s a girl supposed to do?”
Soobin let out a bright, embarrassed laugh, cheeks still flushed. Then, without warning, he attacked — wrapping both arms around you and peppering your face with rapid, playful kisses and gentle bites.
You squealed and giggled, trying to squirm away as he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and even nibbled softly at your jaw.
You laughed, slapping weakly at his shoulders.
He kept going for a few more seconds, grinning like an idiot the entire time, before finally pulling back. In one smooth motion, he bent down and lifted you into his arms, hands gripping the back of your thighs as he held you up against him.
You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, still giggling.
“Can we go now?” he asked, suddenly serious, eyes wide and pleading. “Baby, I’m not joking. My dick is turning blue at this point.”
You stared at him for half a second… then burst out laughing so hard you had to hide your face in his neck. Your whole body shook with laughter as you clung to him.
“I’m serious, Y/N!” he whined, though his own shoulders were shaking with quiet laughter.
“Finish showering first,” you told him, still smiling. “Then we can go to bed.”
Soobin let out a long, suffering sigh, but the fond smile never left his face. He leaned in and kissed you once more, slow and sweet this time.
“Two minutes,” he reminded you against your lips, voice playful but soft.
You laughed and nodded, and the two of you actually tried to finish showering. It was mostly successful — he washed your back while you washed his chest, stealing little kisses every few seconds. He kept pulling you close under the spray, humming happily whenever your bodies pressed together. The water eventually started cooling, forcing you both to finally step out.
Soobin turned the shower off and immediately reached for the big fluffy towel hanging nearby. Instead of wrapping it around himself, he opened it and pulled you into it with him, enveloping both of you in the warm fabric.
“You’re going to get us all tangled,” you giggled, trying to push him away half-heartedly.
“That’s the plan,” he grinned, leaning down to steal another kiss. Then another. And another.
You kept laughing as you both tried to dry off, the bathroom filled with the sounds of your giggles and the occasional wet smack of kisses. Soobin was relentless — every time you turned to dry your arms or your hair, he was right there, pressing quick kisses to your shoulder, your neck, the top of your head, your cheek.
After drying off (with many interruptions from Soobin’s wandering hands and kisses), the two of you finally made your way to the bedroom, still completely naked. Neither of you even thought about putting clothes on — it was natural, comfortable, just another quiet part of being together.
You climbed onto the bed first while Soobin stood in the middle of the room, vigorously drying his damp hair with a towel. The morning light coming through the curtains highlighted every line of his tall, broad body. You couldn’t help but admire him for a second before reaching over to your bedside table.
You opened the small drawer and pulled out the last condom from the pack he’d bought last time. Your lips immediately formed a pout.
“That's the last one," you mumbled, holding the foil packet between your fingers.
Soobin paused mid-towel-ruffle and glanced over at you, hair adorably messy.
“Hm?” He looked at the single condom in your hand and let out a soft laugh. “I have more in my wallet if you want. It’s in my bag.”
You shook your head, still pouting a little as you tore the packet open.
“No, it’s fine. I’ll buy more later and leave a pack here.” You reached for your phone on the nightstand. “What was the name of that brand you liked again?”
Soobin tossed the towel onto the chair and walked over to the bed, towel lazily wrapped around his waist and unbothered. He climbed onto the mattress and settled beside you, leaning on one elbow.
“I don’t know… I just get the regular ones,” he said casually, shrugging. “That Durex one. The black box.”
You nodded, typing it into your reminders app. He watched you with a fond smile, one big hand resting on your bare thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles on your skin.
“You don’t have to buy them, you know. I can bring more next time.”
“I want to,” you replied simply, locking your phone and setting it aside.
Soobin’s expression softened instantly. He leaned in and kissed your shoulder, then your neck, then your jaw, mumbling against your skin. “You’re too good to me, baby, you know that?”
"I'm just buying us condoms, Bin. Nothing more." You smiled and turned your head to catch his lips. The kiss was slow and sweet at first, both of you still tasting like toothpaste and warm water. You reached over and placed the condom on the sheets beside you, then gently pushed Soobin back until he was sitting against the headboard.
He let the towel that was loosely hanging around his hips fall away without a second thought. You moved forward and straddled his lap, knees on either side of his thighs.
Soobin’s hands settled on your waist as he kissed you again, deeper this time. He pulled back just enough to press soft kisses along your shoulder, humming happily.
“You smell so good,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I like it.”
You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you placed both hands on his chest and pushed him down until his back hit the mattress. Soobin blinked up at you, a little surprised but clearly intrigued. You shifted higher on his lap, settling comfortably on top of him.
“Want to ride you,” you said simply, looking down at him.
The man's face lit up with the brightest, happiest smile you’d seen all morning. His dimples were deep, eyes sparkling. “Yeah?” he asked, voice warm. “You want to, baby?”
You nodded and reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around him gently. He was already starting to thicken again. You stroked him slowly, lovingly, feeling him grow fully hard in your hand.
Soobin let out a shaky breath, one hand resting on your thigh.
“Goodness. Did I… do something?” he asked, a little confused but smiling. “I feel like I’m being rewarded right now. I must have been a really good person in my past life.”
You let out a soft laugh, still stroking him at a lazy pace.
“You treated me well this morning,” you said gently. “And I’ve been missing you a lot during this promotion particularly. And since you'll be gone for a week again… I just want to take care of you too.”
His cheeks flushed deeper. The praise clearly hit him hard. He tried to hide his face behind his hands, grinning so wide it looked like it hurt, but you could still see the tips of his ears turning red.
“Jagi,” he mumbled, voice shy but delighted.
You kept stroking him slowly, thumb brushing over the head every time you reached the top. A bead of precum leaked out, making your movements smoother. His cock twitched hard in your hand.
You leaned down and kissed his chest again, then his collarbone.
“Move to the middle of the bed for me?” you asked softly.
Soobin didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his long arms around your waist and sat up slightly, holding you securely against him as he shifted both of you toward the center of the mattress. Once he was lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed, he pulled you back on top of him, hands resting on your hips.
You leaned down and kissed him properly, tongues brushing lazily as your hand continued working his cock between your bodies. Soobin hummed into your mouth, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed on your hip, gently squeezing.
Every few seconds he’d lift his hips into your fist, chasing the feeling, but he never rushed you. He just kissed you like he couldn’t get enough — soft, warm, and a little needy.
You broke the kiss for a moment, lips brushing as you spoke. “You’re so hard again already,” you murmured, stroking him with slow, firm movements.
Soobin let out a quiet laugh, a little embarrassed.
“Can you blame me?” he whispered, tilting his head up to kiss you again. “My girlfriend is on top of me, naked, saying sweet things… I’m just a simple man, jagi.”
You smiled against his lips and kissed him deeper, your hand never stopping its slow, loving strokes. Soobin groaned softly into the kiss, hips lifting again to meet your fist as his fingers flexed on your skin.
You kept stroking him slowly as you kissed him, but soon your lips started traveling.
You moved from his mouth to his jaw, then down to his neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the flushed skin. Soobin tilted his head back with a shaky breath, giving you more room. You continued lower — kissing his collarbones, then his chest, taking your time to press your lips against his warm skin, occasionally letting your tongue taste him.
Lower and lower.
You kissed down his stomach, feeling his abs tense under your mouth. Soobin’s breathing was getting heavier, one hand gently resting on the back of your head.
Then you reached his cock.
You started with feather-light kisses along the side of his shaft — slow, reverent presses of your lips from the base all the way up to the flushed, leaking tip. Soobin’s cock twitched hard against your mouth with every kiss.
“Oh—,” he whimpered, sitting up slightly on his elbows to look down at you. His voice was already wrecked. “I thought— I thought you were just gonna ride me… shit—”
You didn’t answer. You simply kissed the underside of his cock, right along a thick vein, then moved back up and kissed the head, lips brushing against the sensitive slit where precum was steadily leaking.
Soobin let out a broken moan, one hand flying to your hair.
You took your time with him — soft, slow kisses all over his cock, sometimes dragging your lips along the length, sometimes pressing open-mouthed kisses to the head. You licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the taste of him, before finally wrapping your lips around the head.
“Baby— oh my god,” he gasped, fingers tightening in your hair.
You sank down slowly, taking as much of him as you could. He was thick and heavy on your tongue, the head nudging against the roof of your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks. You bobbed your head gently at first, sucking softly while your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
Soobin was losing it.
“Fuck… fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice cracking.
You took him deeper, relaxing your throat as you worked him with slow, wet strokes. Every time you pulled back, you swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, licking up the precum that kept leaking for you. Then you’d sink back down, taking him as far as you could until your nose brushed against his pelvis.
Soobin’s hips twitched, but he tried his best to stay still, panting heavily.
You pulled off his cock with a soft pop and went back to teasing him. You pressed feather-light kisses all along his throbbing length, from base to tip, sometimes just brushing your lips against him, sometimes dragging them so slowly it made his hips twitch. His cock jerked against your mouth.
The moment he thrust up involuntarily, you wrapped your hand around him again, stroking him with slow, firm twists. You looked up at him with a fond smile.
Soobin’s brows were furrowed tightly, eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds like he was trying to keep control. When he finally opened them again, they were glassy and desperate.
You crawled up his body and kissed him deeply. He moaned into your mouth, the sound raw and needy, one hand cupping the back of your head as he kissed you harder — rougher — tongue sliding against yours with barely any restraint.
You kept stroking him steadily between your bodies, thumb occasionally brushing over his sensitive head. Soobin was falling apart.
“Baby, please—” he whimpered against your lips, voice cracking. His hips kept twitching up into your fist. “Just ride me… please. ’M close already. If you keep doing that I’m gonna blow in your hand, I swear to God, Y/N—”
His eyes were watery, cheeks flushed dark red. You finally let go of his cock. Soobin let out a relieved groan as you straddled him properly, knees on either side of his hips. You pushed gently on his chest until his back hit the mattress again.
He was a mess underneath you — chest heaving, cock red and leaking against his stomach, twitching desperately every few seconds.
You leaned down and kissed him again as you settled on top of him. Soobin kissed you back hungrily, hands gripping your waist. You reached between your bodies and guided his cock so it nestled between your folds, then started grinding slowly along his length, coating him with your wetness and vice-versa.
You rocked your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit against the underside of his cock while the head nudged against your entrance with every movement.
Soobin groaned into your mouth, hips instinctively trying to thrust up.
You pressed down on his chest, keeping him pinned.
“Don’t move, Bin-ssi,” you whispered against his lips.
Soobin let out the most pathetic, beautiful whine you’d ever heard from him. His head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as he fought every instinct to thrust up into you.
“Oh c'mon…” he whined again, voice hoarse and trembling. “Y/N, I’ve been hard for so long— don't be mean, baby—”
You finally took mercy on him.
You reached beside you for the condom, tearing the packet open with your teeth. The sound of the foil ripping made Soobin’s eyes flutter open. He watched you with heavy, glassy eyes as you sat up straighter on his lap.
His cock was flushed a deep, pretty pink all the way from base to tip, glistening with your wetness. His abs were rising and falling quickly with every breath, chest still flushed from earlier.
You tried to roll it on him, but your hands were still a little shaky from earlier. You fumbled for a second, the condom slipping slightly.
Soobin let out a soft, frustrated laugh and sat up on his elbows.
His larger hands covered yours, steadying them as the two of you rolled the condom down his length together. It was such a simple, familiar thing, but the way you both paused for a moment — foreheads almost touching, sharing a quiet little smile — felt incredibly intimate.
Once the condom was on properly, you gently pushed his chest until he laid back down in the middle of the bed again. You gathered your damp hair to one side, letting it fall over your shoulder so you could see better.
Then you rose up on your knees, wrapped your fingers around his now-covered cock, and lined him up with your entrance. The head pressed against your slick folds, hot and heavy.
You took your time — pressing the head against your slick folds, rubbing it up and down a few times to coat him even more before slowly starting to sink down.
You lowered yourself gradually, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. A soft moan left your lips as you sank further down. Soobin’s cock twitched inside you, but he didn’t thrust up. He just breathed heavily through his nose, eyes half-lidded as he watched you take him.
When you finally sat fully on him, taking every inch, you let out a shaky breath. Soobin’s hands trembled on your thighs.
You stayed still for a moment, just feeling him deep inside you, pulsing and hot. Then you leaned down, bracing your hands on his chest, and kissed him softly. Soobin kissed you back like a man starved, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed gripping your hip, still doing his best not to move.
You started riding him properly, hair falling to one side over your shoulder as you braced your hands on the sheets beside his head. A playful, satisfied grin spread across your face as you rolled your hips, taking him in smooth, controlled movements — not sinking all the way down yet, just riding the upper half of his cock while circling your hips.
Your boyfriend looked completely gone.
His head pressed back into the pillow, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and hazy as he watched you move on top of him. Every roll of your hips made his breath hitch.
He strained his neck upward, desperately kissing and biting at your neck and collarbones, sucking lightly on your skin while his hands gripped your hips. He helped guide your movements, lifting some of your weight so you could focus on the rhythm.
“Oh baby,” he praised breathlessly between kisses. “So pretty, so wet— shit, I can feel it dripping down on me.”
You bit your lip, trying to stay focused, but the way he was helping you move, the way he kept twitching and throbbing inside you, made it hard to stay composed.
At one point, you sank down a little deeper and felt him hit a new angle. Your walls throbbed hard around him. You bit your lip to hold back a loud moan, eyes fluttering.
“Oh. Fuck, Bin— how are you getting even deeper like this?” You whispered, voice shaky.
Soobin let out a wrecked sound, fingers digging into your hips as he helped you roll against that same spot again and again. His eyes were completely glued to your face, drunk on the sight of you riding him with that focused, blissed-out expression.
He kept murmuring praises against your neck between kisses and soft bites, voice hoarse.
You leaned down and kissed him deeply, tongues sliding together as you swallowed his moans. Then you pushed firmly on his chest, making him lie all the way back down on the mattress.
Soobin’s eyes darkened as he watched you sit up properly, bracing your hands on his chest. You adjusted your position, sinking down until he was fully buried inside you, then started bouncing on his cock.
Your hips moved with purpose — rising and dropping in a steady, rhythmic bounce, taking him deep every time. The sound of skin meeting skin started filling the room, wet and obscene. Your hair bounced with every movement, falling messily over one shoulder.
Soobin’s hands flew to your hips, gripping hard as his head pressed back into the pillow.
“Shit— baby,” he groaned, eyes rolling back for a second before locking onto you again. “'M so deep— fuck, you’re riding me so good.”
You bit your lip, focusing on the way he stretched you, the way his cock dragged against that perfect spot every time you sank down. You leaned forward slightly, changing the angle, and started bouncing harder, faster, chasing that feeling.
Soobin was losing it underneath you. His abs were tight, thighs flexing every time you dropped down on him. His hands guided your hips, helping you slam down harder while still letting you stay in control.
You braced your hands on his chest for better leverage and really let go — riding him with deep, forceful bounces. The wet slap of your ass meeting his hips grew louder. Every time you sank down fully, you ground your clit against him, making yourself moan.
Soobin’s grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he tried not to thrust up too hard. His eyes were glued to where your bodies connected, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again.
“Baby— slow down a little or I’m not gonna last,” he warned breathlessly, though his hands were still pulling you down harder.
You didn’t listen.
You kept riding him with deep, purposeful rolls of your hips, thighs flexing as you took him all the way every time. The wet sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with Soobin’s broken moans and heavy breathing. His cock throbbed violently inside you, twitching and pulsing with every descent.
Soobin’s head pressed deeper into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed in concentration as he tried so hard to hold back.
“Fuck— Y/N, I’m really close,” he gasped, voice cracking. “Baby, I can’t— I’m gonna cum if you keep—”
You suddenly lifted yourself off him completely, leaving his cock slapping wetly against his stomach, red and angry, twitching desperately in the open air.
Soobin let out a devastated, broken whine.
“No— no no no, baby please—” His hands flew to your thighs, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hips jerked up uselessly into nothing, searching for friction that wasn’t there. Tears of frustration and overstimulation gathered in his eyes as he looked up at you with pure desperation. “Why would you do that…? I was so fucking close…”
You moved up and sat on his abs instead, feeling how hard and fast his stomach was rising and falling. You leaned down and gently kissed the corners of his eyes, tasting the salty tears that had slipped out.
“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” you whispered tenderly, stroking his flushed cheek. “But I want you to fuck me from behind. You always go so deep like that… and I know it’s your favorite after I ride you.”
Soobin’s teary eyes widened, the heartbreak on his face instantly shifting into hopeful disbelief.
“Really?” he asked, voice hoarse and almost shaky. “You’re not teasing me again?”
You smiled softly and shook your head, then climbed off him. You moved further up the bed and got on all fours, arching your back nicely as you looked over your shoulder at him.
The second he saw you like that, Soobin lit up like a Christmas tree. His whole face transformed — neglection gone, eyes sparkling, dimples deep, that desperate, lovestruck grin breaking across his face again.
He scrambled up so fast it was almost clumsy, immediately crawling behind you.
“I love you,” he breathed, pressing frantic kisses along your spine and shoulders. “I love you, I love you, I love you so much— Actually, never do that again, I'm serious.”
You giggled. "Sorry, baby, I know. But your face was making me super horny."
"Fuck, you're going to kill me some day."
He was still murmuring it like a prayer between every kiss, hands trembling slightly as he gripped your hips, clearly overwhelmed with relief and excitement. Soobin moved behind you quickly, his large hands gripping your hips with barely contained excitement. He was still breathing hard, cock heavy and flushed as he knelt between your spread thighs.
You arched your back a little more for him, pushing your ass up. Soobin let out a shaky exhale at the sight. “I'm the happiest man on earth,” he whispered, almost reverently. "Even when my girlfriend edges me so hard my balls are going to fall off."
He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and guided the head to your entrance, rubbing it up and down your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness. You were still dripping from earlier, and the sensation made you both moan softly.
You nodded, pushing back against him slightly.
Soobin pressed forward slowly. The head of his cock pushed past your entrance, stretching you open inch by inch. He groaned deeply as he watched himself disappear inside you, his grip on your hips tightening.
“Shit… so tight,” he breathed. “Even after riding me… you’re still squeezing me so much, baby.”
He kept pushing in slowly, savoring every second until his hips were finally pressed flush against your ass, buried to the hilt. Both of you let out a long, satisfied moan at the same time. The new angle made him hit new places that he wasn't touching before.
Soobin stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his hands running up and down your back soothingly. Then he started moving.
At first, his thrusts were slow and deep — pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a smooth roll of his hips. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking into you filled the room. Every thrust made your body rock forward slightly, your breasts swaying beneath you.
But it didn’t take long for his desperation to show.
His pace gradually picked up, thrusts growing harder and faster. His hips started snapping against your ass with every stroke, the sound loud and rhythmic. One of his hands slid up your back and gripped your shoulder, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with more force.
He leaned over you, chest pressed against your back as he fucked you harder. His other hand reached around to grip your breast, squeezing it as he drove into you with long, powerful strokes. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.
You moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his movements. Soobin pressed open-mouthed kisses and soft bites along your shoulder and the back of your neck, panting against your skin.
Soobin’s thrusts grew more erratic, his hips snapping harder against your ass as he chased his pleasure. His breathing was ragged, hot against the back of your neck.
“Baby— fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he groaned, voice strained and desperate. “You feel too good… I can’t—”
You already knew. You could feel it in the way his cock throbbed inside you, in how frantic his rhythm had become. You were also aware you edged this boy to the breaking point today.
Instead of replying, you just pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal hunger. Soobin let out a broken moan and reached around your body, his hand sliding down between your legs. His fingers found your swollen clit instantly.
He rubbed it firmly at first, then used two fingers to gently pull the hood back, exposing the sensitive bundle of nerves completely. The moment he pinched it lightly between his fingers, your whole body jerked.
“Ah—!” you cried out, back arching sharply as intense pleasure shot through you. Your hand flew back, grabbing onto his forearm tightly, nails digging into his skin.
Soobin groaned at your reaction but didn’t stop. He kept rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles while still fucking you deep from behind, his hips never losing their brutal pace. Every thrust pushed you forward, making your breasts bounce as you tried to hold yourself up.
Then he shifted.
With a low grunt, Soobin used his knees to knock your thighs further apart in one smooth, firm motion, forcing your legs wider. The new position made your back arch sharply, pushing your ass higher and spreading you open even more for him.
The change in angle was devastating.
A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as he drove even deeper, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back instantly. Your fingers clawed at the sheets, body trembling violently as he fucked you harder from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with wet, punishing slaps.
You could only moan in response, pushing back onto his cock while your hand stayed locked around his arm, holding on for dear life. Soobin leaned over you more, chest pressed to your back as he continued rubbing and pinching your clit, occasionally slowing down to tease the sensitive nub with slow, torturous strokes before speeding up again.
Your eyes stayed rolled back for a moment, mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you.
The dual sensation — his cock stretching and pounding into you while his skilled fingers worked your clit — was driving you insane. Your thighs were shaking, moans growing louder and more desperate with every thrust.
Soobin pressed a sloppy kiss to your shoulder, breathing heavily.
“You’re gonna cum again for me, baby?” he whispered hotly against your skin, fingers never stopping their relentless movements on your clit. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you do.”
Fuck, he talked so much when he was inside you.
Sometimes it drove you crazy — the constant stream of praise, curses, and desperate little observations. But right now, you didn’t have the strength to tell him to shut up. The heat in your lower belly was building too fast, threatening to explode at any second. Every deep thrust, every circle of his fingers on your clit, every filthy word against your ear was pushing you closer to the edge.
You could only moan and push back against him, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
You came hard with a broken cry, body tensing violently around him. Your walls clenched and fluttered wildly around his cock, pulsing in strong waves as pleasure crashed through you. Your thighs shook, back arched deeply, and your hand flew back to grab his wrist, holding his fingers against your clit as you rode out the intense orgasm.
The sudden, powerful squeeze of your pussy around him was too much for Soobin.
“Fuck— baby, I’m cumming—” he groaned, voice cracking.
He buried himself deep inside you and came hard, hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom. His cock throbbed rhythmically, pulsing with every spurt while he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, moaning loudly through his release.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint patter of water still running in the background from the forgotten shower. Your body was trembling underneath him, legs shaking as the intensity slowly started to fade. You felt completely spent — mind fuzzy, thighs burning, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.
Soobin stayed draped over your back, panting harshly against your skin. He was careful not to put all his weight on you, arms braced on either side of your body even as they trembled with exhaustion.
“Fuck… that was crazy,” he breathed out, voice rough and wrecked.
“Yeah… baby, fuck,” you managed to reply, still trying to steady yourself. Your voice came out hoarse and weak.
He let out a tired, breathless laugh and slowly moved the hand that had been rubbing your clit. He slid it up and pressed his palm flat against your lower belly, gently pushing down so you could feel just how deep he still was inside you.
You grimaced at the added pressure, a sharp whine escaping your lips as you swatted weakly at his hand.
“Soobin— stop,” you whined, squirming. “I can already feel you too much…”
He chuckled softly but moved his hand away, kissing your shoulder apologetically. Both of you stayed like that for a few minutes — connected, panting, bodies slick with sweat and water. Soobin pressed soft, lazy kisses along your spine, trying to calm you both down even as his cock continued to twitch inside you.
Then, without warning, he gave one slow, deep upward thrust.
Your walls clenched around him so hard it made him groan. You let out a startled, oversensitive moan, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.
“Soobin—” you gasped, voice breaking.
He smiled against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction, even as he fought to stay still again.
After this you could feel yourself getting tighter and tighter around him, almost involuntarily. Even though it was starting to border on painful, there was something undeniably hot about his stamina — the way he was still hard, still buried deep inside you, still desperate for more even after he’d already cum.
Soobin noticed it too. He let out a low, shaky groan, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades as he fought to stay still.
“Babe… please,” he whispered, voice hoarse and needy against your skin. “Just one more? Please, baby. I need to feel you cum around me one more time.”
You gasped sharply at his words, eyes widening. The soft, almost desperate way he called you “babe” while begging made your stomach flip.
“Soobin—” you breathed, voice trembling.
He rocked into you slowly, just shallow little thrusts, like he couldn’t help himself.
“I know you’re sensitive,” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck. “But you feel so fucking good right now… so tight. Please, just let me have one more. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Your body betrayed you again — clenching hard around his cock at his plea. You let out a broken whimper, torn between the overwhelming sensitivity and the undeniable heat of his desperation.
He felt it immediately and moaned softly, pressing another kiss to your spine.
He started again to thrust into you — slower, deeper, almost lazy strokes, like he couldn’t bear to pull out yet. The overstimulation hit you instantly.
“Ah— Soobin, wait—” you gasped, body twitching hard as sensitivity overwhelmed you. “Too much— fuck—”
He groaned softly, still rocking into you gently, his cock still twitching inside your sensitive walls.
“I can’t— baby, please,” he begged hoarsely, voice trembling. “Just one more. Please give me one more. I need to feel you cum around me again.” He repeated sickly.
You whimpered, torn between the overwhelming pleasure and the sharp edge of overstimulation. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, but Soobin wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you up, still thrusting slowly and deeply, savoring the way you clenched around him.
He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your spine, murmuring praises between heavy breaths. “You’re doing so well… taking me so good even after you came…”
You were a mess — panting, whimpering, tears of pleasure pricking at your eyes as he kept moving inside your oversensitive heat. You thrashed underneath him, overwhelmed and overstimulated, tears spilling down your cheeks.
“Soobin— please—” you sobbed, fingers clawing at the sheets.
“I know, I know,” he whispered desperately against your ear, voice strained. He was clearly in pain — his cock was oversensitive after cumming, every thrust costing him, but he was too focused, too greedy to stop. “Just let go for me, baby. I can feel how close you still are. Please cum again. Please.”
He kept grinding into you in those maddening, deep circles, refusing to let up even as your body shook and thrashed beneath him. One of his arms wrapped around your chest, holding you securely while his other hand slid back between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit again.
You cried out, tears flowing freely now as the mix of pain and pleasure became unbearable.
“I can’t— I can’t—” you sobbed.
“You can,” he groaned, voice wrecked but determined. He pinched your clit lightly and rubbed it in tight, fast circles while still grinding deep inside you. “Come on, baby. Let go. Cum for me. I need it. I need to feel you—”
Your whole body seized up.
A third, even stronger orgasm ripped through you, making you scream into the pillow. Your walls clamped down around him so hard it made Soobin choke out a broken moan. He kept moving through it, fucking you through your orgasm even as tears streamed down your face and your body tried to escape the intensity.
Soobin was panting harshly against your neck, almost whimpering from his own overstimulation, but he refused to stop until your orgasm faded.
Only then did he finally slow down, burying himself deep and staying there, both of you shaking and panting.
He pressed soft, apologetic kisses to your shoulder, voice hoarse and full of love.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, still buried inside you. “You did so well. My good girl.”
After this, you couldn’t even blink properly for a couple of minutes.
Your body kept spasming underneath him — little aftershocks running through your limbs as you tried to catch your breath. Your mind felt completely blank, eyes glassy and unfocused, tears still drying on your cheeks.
Soobin finally stilled, breathing hard against your neck. He stayed buried inside you for a few more seconds, then slowly started pulling out. The movement made him hiss sharply through his teeth — he was clearly oversensitive too — while you let out a weak, broken whine at the loss.
“Shh, I know,” he whispered apologetically, voice hoarse.
He carefully peeled the condom off his softening cock, tying it quickly before tossing it into the small trash bin beside the bed. He grabbed the towel that was hanging off the edge of the mattress and wiped himself clean with a few quick strokes, then turned his full attention back to you.
You were lying limp on your stomach, face half-buried in the pillow, body still twitching occasionally. Soobin gently turned you over onto your back, handling you like you were made of glass. Once you were facing him, he hovered over you, brushing damp strands of hair away from your flushed face with worried eyes.
“Baby?” he called softly, voice full of concern. “You okay?”
You could barely respond — your eyes were still glassy, lashes wet, lips slightly parted as you tried to steady your breathing. Another small spasm ran through your thighs and you whimpered quietly.
Soobin’s expression melted with worry and guilt. He lay down beside you and pulled you into his arms, cradling your limp body against his chest. One of his big hands rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back while the other gently stroked your hair.
He whispered, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I went too hard at the end, didn’t I? You were shaking so much…”
You took a few deep breaths, slowly gathering yourself. Then you pushed back slightly, glaring at him through teary eyes.
“You freak,” you muttered, slapping his chest with a weak but deliberate smack. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, still panting. “I thought I was actually going to die for a second. Oh my God.”
Soobin let out a soft laugh and quickly pulled you into his lap, shifting until his back was resting against the headboard. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, but there was still a hint of amusement in his voice.
“You’re sorry?” you scoffed, still catching your breath. “You almost killed me and you’re smiling. Fuck, Bin.”
You did exactly that — a lighter slap on his chest this time. Soobin just grinned, dimples showing.
“It’s not the first time we’ve done that,” he defended himself, rubbing your back. “And you clearly enjoyed it last time too. Was it wrong timing?”
You slapped his chest again, harder this time.
"You should've warned me! And, no, fuck— it was too good."
He laughed, the sound warm and low as he hugged you tighter, pressing kisses to the top of your head.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, this time more genuinely. His voice softened. “I got carried away. I didn’t mean to push you that hard.”
You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with your finger.
“I know… I fucking found it hot,” you admitted quietly. “But I also worry about you. You were shaking too, Soob. I don’t want you to hurt yourself just to make me cum.”
Soobin stayed quiet for a second, then smirked against your hair. His voice dropped into a low, shy murmur: “You know I like the pain part…”
You pulled back just enough to look at him. He was blushing, but that mischievous little smile was still there.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “Shut up, you’re a pervert,” you mumbled, voice still hoarse and tired as you weakly slapped his chest again.
Soobin only chuckled softly, the sound rumbling warmly through his chest. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer until your bodies were completely tangled together. Your head rested against his collarbone, one of your legs thrown over his thigh, while his large hand stroked slow, soothing patterns up and down your back.
But even as you tried to settle, your body betrayed you. Another strong aftershock ran through you, making your thighs spasm hard against him. Your fingers curled tightly into his skin as you twitched uncontrollably, a soft, broken whimper slipping from your lips. The overstimulation was still lingering, sending little electric jolts through your nervous system every few seconds.
Soobin noticed immediately. He looked down at you with the softest, most adoring expression, his dimples appearing as he tried not to smile too widely.
“You’re still twitching so much,” he whispered, clearly charmed. He gently brushed your messy hair away from your damp forehead. “It’s so cute. I don't want to go to the schedule today.”
You let out an embarrassed groan and hid your face deeper into his neck, but another spasm hit you, making your leg jerk against his thigh. Soobin’s hand moved lower, rubbing comforting circles on your hip, trying to ease the tremors.
“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. “Just let it pass. You did so well for me.”
You stayed like that for a long while — wrapped up in each other, skin still warm and slightly sticky, hearts gradually slowing down. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Soobin kept holding you like you were something precious, one arm securely around your waist while his other hand never stopped its gentle, soothing touches.
Every time your body twitched or trembled, he’d kiss your temple or your shoulder, whispering quiet little praises and reassurances. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and comforting. His fingers eventually found their way into your hair, playing with the strands as he held you.
Neither of you spoke much. The silence was comfortable, filled only with soft breathing and the occasional quiet hum from Soobin whenever you spasmed again and he found it endearing.
He eventually pulled the blanket over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before wrapping you up in his arms once more. You melted into him completely, exhaustion and satisfaction weighing heavy on your body.
You stayed curled up against his chest for a long while, both of you quiet and content in the warmth of each other. Eventually, you tilted your head slightly, voice soft and sleepy.
“…Should we order some food before you have to go?” you mumbled, barely lifting your head.
Soobin smiled gently and shook his head, his hand still stroking your back in slow, soothing motions.
“No, baby. Just sleep it off,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll order something later when I’m about to leave. You need to rest.”
You hummed tiredly in response, nuzzling deeper into his chest. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, limbs still occasionally twitching from the intensity of everything that had happened. Soobin pulled the blanket higher over your shoulders, tucking you in securely.
A few minutes passed in comfortable silence. Your breathing grew slower, deeper. Just as you were drifting off, you murmured against his skin, voice barely audible:
“I love you Soob…”
Soobin’s hand paused on your back for a second. He looked down at you with soft, loving eyes, heart squeezing at your sleepy words. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.
“Love you too, baby,” he whispered, so quietly it was almost just for himself. “I wish I could stay here with you all day.”
He held you a little tighter, rubbing his cheek against your hair as you finally slipped into sleep in his arms. Even after you dozed off, Soobin stayed awake for a while longer, simply watching you breathe, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.
He stayed like that — warm, protective, and completely wrapped around you — until he eventually had to force himself to move and get ready for his schedule.
But for now, he let you sleep peacefully against him, savoring every last second he had.
author's note — pretend you dont know me pls. #needthissoobin #respectfully. I'M SO SORRY IF YOU DON'T FUCK WITH SWITCH!SOOBIN BUT THIS IS THE VIBE I WENT FOR OK. i'm also afraid this is too detailed for some so my apologies. #munchsoob #overstim… sorry
synopsis: minho has a girlfriend who’s too needy for her own good, but he loves that about her.
cw: MDNI, petnames (kitten, good girl), unprotected sex (don’t), p.i.v, dumbification, degradation (he calls her a slut like once), multiple rounds, a hint of breeding kink, this fic be a bit filthy guys idk lol
let me know if i’m missing anything
wc: 2209
a/n: i was writing my jeongin fic but being awake at 1am does wonders🫠 i literally wrote this on my phone, so if you see any grammar mistakes….uhhh no you didn’t hahahahaha. ngl this fic made me crave pudding too😝 anyways, if you liked this fic, like, comment, reblog, maybe gimme a follow if you’re feeling ✨frisky✨ your support is always appreciated😭🥹💕
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If there was one word Minho could describe you with, it would be needy. Not needy in the bad sense, where you are obscenely obsessed with him to the point that it’s uncomfortable, but needy in the sense that you’re just very affectionate towards him. You always looked at him with such wide eyes, always called him “Min-min” or “Puddin,” and whenever the opportunity arose, you would curl up next to his side like a cat before peppering his face with kisses because he probably had a rough day.
It was adorable.
Minho truly adored you. He honestly still couldn’t believe that he managed to find such a cute, affectionate woman. And it was just out on a whim, while feeding the many stray cats at the park. You were there just meowing at them and giving them little treats. It must’ve been love at first sight because God, was he entranced by you.
Even during the first weeks of dating, Minho remembered you being so cautious. You twiddled your thumbs, you were less inclined to talk about yourself, and you kept some kind of distance whenever he would sit next to you. Thankfully, Minho was willing to help you break out of that shyness. Not many men nowadays would’ve been able to stand your clinginess. Either they’d push you away to the point where you’re starved of love, or they would take advantage of you for the sake of boosting their weak egos.
Minho wasn’t like those men at all. Because he loved to cater to your needs. He’d cook all the meals you were craving. He’d speak to you on the phone for hours if you ever uttered the words “I miss you.” He’d spoil you so much with gifts that you were just eyeing at the store. And he always kept his lap open for you to sit on, rest on, whatever you needed. He always made sure that your cuddles with him were guaranteed.
Not only was Minho cuddling you whenever you wanted, but he’d cater to your sexual needs too. You were always a bit needy for sex, which was too cute to resist. How could he say no to your pretty, blushing face with your wide, puppy eyes? Nothing more euphoric than the feeling of being pinned down in Minho’s mattress and getting fucked from behind. He would keep his hands on your waist, his lips against your ear to give you soft praises, and his dick would hit your sweet spot so deliciously that it didn’t take that much to make you cum. You were always a little too easy for him, but how could you not be?
Ever since Minho opened himself up more to you and your affections, you couldn’t help but cling to his side more. Whenever he arrived home, you were glued to his side for the rest of the evening. You couldn’t even help yourself from kissing him or wrapping your arms and legs around him like a koala. You just loved him so much that you needed to show it. You always needed to reciprocate his constant doting on you, even though Minho would say that you didn’t need to do so much for him because your love alone is enough.
Although that didn’t stop you from gifting him a large packet of seasonal pudding. Minho was so busy at dance practice that he told you he’s arriving a bit late. So you naturally thought to surprise him with something he’s been wanting to try for a while but never got to. Besides, maybe he would give your needy self a special kind of reward, since you’ve been a good girl about not obsessively checking up on him while he’s busy.
It was 12:30 A.M. on a random Tuesday, and Minho finally arrived home from work. At that hour, you would’ve been in bed, hugging your Leebit plushie tight. However, you were still in the kitchenette, wearing a white floral silk pajama set that was just a tiny crop top and shorts. You figured he’d at least appreciate a good view when he arrived home. Plus, you were so needy that you wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.
“Welcome home, Puddin!” You giggled.
Minho couldn’t even properly process what he was seeing. He had to blink twice to make sure he wasn’t in a dance-induced coma. God, you weren’t even trying to look like the ultimate sex bomb, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the way that small crop top just made your tits look extra cute. They sat in the fabric so nicely, and even your nipples were poking through the fabric. And your shorts were so small they might have been just underwear. Were you even wearing anything underneath it? Minho felt all the blood and heat rush down to his cock, and his sweatpants got tighter.
And of course, you had to jump into his arms and shower him with kisses, which only made his heart flutter and cock harder.
“Kitten, you should be asleep,” Minho said, his voice a little deeper and tired than usual.
“I know, but I saw something that I think you’d like,” you said, “And I wanted to show it to you.”
“Oh, really?”
“Mmhmm,” you nodded.
“Okay then, you can show me.”
You went back to the little kitchenette and pulled out the pudding box from the fridge. Minho’s eyes widened even more. You placed it on the counter for him to take a closer look. The box was a bit wide, and it had a lot of little containers of soft pudding, all of which had different flavors and toppings like fruits. Is this what it feels like to be so appreciated and adored?
“Is that….the pudding I wanted?”
“Yep!” You giggled, “I thought I’d give them to you since you barely had enough time to actually go to the store and buy them.”
“God, you’re unbelievable,” Minho said, his voice a little raspy.
Without much hesitation, Minho pulled you close to give you a hungry kiss. Electricity bolted through your body, and you immediately melted into his touch. You kissed him back, followed by a cute whine. Minho’s grip on your waist tightened, and you could feel your little pajama shorts get stickier the more he rubbed his hardness against your clothed, fluttering clit.
“Min-min,” you whined.
You sounded so needy, and you were. You clutched onto his body, and you rolled your hips against him for some friction. Minho let out a deep groan that went straight into your core, and he didn’t waste time picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. You were pinned to the mattress, and Minho was kissing and nibbling your neck and collarbone. You whined and arched your back, and your pussy was clenching over nothing. God, you were beyond soaked; you just needed him right now.
“Minho,” you whined.
“I know, Kitten,” Minho said, taking a look at your already fucked out face. You haven’t even been touched properly, yet you still look wrecked. The sight only made his stomach stir even more. “Fuck, you’re probably already soaked, are you?”
He pulled down your silk shorts, revealing your soaked and clenching pussy to him. Minho sucked in a breath at the sight, and a smirk grew on his face.
“You’re so wet already,” Minho said, “And I barely touched you. Aren’t you a needy one?”
“Yes, Puddin,” you whined, “Pleasepleasepleaseplease? I need you so badly.”
This was how it always went. You were squirming in the mattress, almost completely bare and obscenely wet, and Minho just couldn’t hold himself back. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his large, hard cock. You were already getting dizzy from the sight of it, and your needy pussy ached even more.
“God, you’re so cute,” Minho chuckled, as he positioned himself against you. You whined at just the slightest little contact between his tip and your folds. Your eagerness never failed to surprise him. “Alright, Kitten, hold tight.”
And within one single thrust, Minho’s cock was fully deep inside you. You moaned loudly, and your cunt immediately clenched onto him tightly. Minho groaned deeply.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Kitten.” he tightened his grip on your waist even more, and you were already up in the clouds from already feeling so goddamn full. Just the way you liked it.
Minho then began to move his hips, and all you could respond with was just moans and whines and whimpers. Your eyes were already so glassy with pleasure, and you were getting even more soaked that it was killing Minho. He increased his pace, hitting your sweet spot every time, and you were only lying back, taking everything he was giving you. You probably couldn’t have had a coherent thought because of how good you felt.
“Already gone dumb, Kitten?” Minho asked, his breath all ragged. He could even feel his cock get harder by just watching your tits bounce in your tiny top with every thrust of his hips. “You’re such a good girl. Sucking me in, taking everything I’m giving you. You feel so good, God, I don’t wanna leave you.”
You moaned and whined more, and the whole bedroom was full of the sounds of skin slapping against each other. Minho moaned, feeling his dick swell more inside your slippery and tight walls. He felt like he had gotten deeper in your pussy than the last couple of times he’d fucked you. He still hit your sweet spot that you felt the tight coil in your gut, as you gripped onto his shoulders so tightly.
Minho felt it too because he was on the edge of completely losing it. He reached down to touch and play with your throbbing clit, which sent even more jolts down your spine.
“Min-min!” You whined, “Puddin, I’m gonna cum!”
“Then cum, Kitten,” Minho said, “Cum like a good girl.”
You held onto him and moaned loudly as you came all over his cock, and Minho thrusted his hips once more before hot spurts of white filled you up. You whined and held onto him tightly, refusing to let him go. Minho knew you’d do that, so he’d just keep pumping more of his load into you. This time, he slowed his pace a little, because it always made you flutter and your cock drunk brain happy.
“Of course, you do. You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”
Minho thrusted his cock again, immediately making you whine when his tip collided with your sweet spot.
“Yes!” You cried out.
“That’s right, you are,” Minho dryly laughed before increasing his pace just a little. “So needy that you need to be full for hours. My cute little slut who needs to be bred.”
If there was anywhere beyond cloud nine, you were there. You whined and moaned again, as your greedy pussy kept taking and taking. Minho deeply groaned, as he fucked his cock into you more that you gushed all over him again within the next three seconds. It didn’t even take him that long to cum again, filling you up even more.
Once he came the second time, Minho collapsed onto you. The exhaustion hit him rather quickly than expected. You were slowly coming back down from your high, although you still felt that buzz of pleasure.
“Puddin?” You asked, “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” he said, “Are you?”
You nodded, and all the pink returned to your face. God, even after getting fucked into oblivion, you still looked so cute. Minho caressed your warm cheek and kissed your lips.
“Are you satisfied, my needy Kitten?” He asked.
“Mmhmm,” you said, nodding your head.
“Good.”
Minho kissed your forehead, and you blushed even more. He carefully pulled out of you, cleaned you and himself up, and now you were cuddling his side. Your arms were wrapped around his waist, and your head was nuzzling against his chest. Minho didn’t do anything other than just run his hand down your hair, feeling your soft strands.
“You really are like a cat,” Minho said, softly smiling at you.
“And you are like a cup of pudding,” you giggled, before softly biting Minho’s chest.
Minho sucked in a small breath, and his stomach did a backflip when you kissed the spot you had gently bitten.
“You’re trouble,” he said.
“I can’t help it,” you pouted. “My Puddin’s so tasty!”
You kissed his neck, and Minho squirmed even more before he ended up pinning you back into the mattress. Your cute blush and giggles didn’t vanish. In fact, your blush deepened, and you didn’t resist Minho’s hold on you at all. You were right where you wanted to be.
“Still needy?” Minho asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“A little…”
Minho let out a breathless laugh, which made your heart skip a beat.
“Of course you are,” he said, as he slotted his knee in between your legs, making you even more starry-eyed and mouth agape. “But don’t worry, Kitten. I’ll give you what you need.”
◟✿ heesung ˒ The dorm was wrapped in that late night hush, the kind that only came after long practices and schedules that stretched into the early hours. The faint hum of the air conditioner mixed with the distant city sounds filtering through the window. Heeseung had just showered, towel still draped around his neck, droplets of water tracing lazy paths down his toned chest and abs as he stepped into the bedroom. His hair was damp, messy in that effortlessly sexy way, and he wore nothing but loose black sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
You were already in his bed, wearing only his favorite oversized black shirt that barely reached mid thigh. The moment he closed the door behind him, you moved.You rose to your knees, caught his wrist, and pulled him down onto the mattress with you. Heeseung let out a soft, surprised chuckle, his deep voice rumbling.“Missed me that bad, baby?” he murmured, settling back against the pillows as you climbed over him.
But you didn’t answer with words. Instead, your hand slipped into his sweatpants, wrapping around his half hard length. He inhaled sharply, eyes fluttering for a second as you stroked him slowly to full hardness. Within moments he was thick and heavy in your palm, veins pulsing under your fingers. You pushed his waistband down just enough, positioned yourself over him, and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.
Heeseung’s cock stretched you open, filling you completely until your ass rested against his thighs, every inch buried deep inside your warm, wet heat. No thrusts no bouncing just staying perfectly still with him sheathed to the hilt.
“Fuck—” Heeseung’s voice broke into a low groan, his hands flying to your hips instantly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as if to ground himself. His eyes widened, dark and intense, locking onto yours with that signature leader intensity. His chest rose and fell rapidly, breath already ragged. “Y/N you’re so fucking warm so tight around me right now.”
For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint wet sound of your bodies adjusting to each other. Heeseung’s cock twitched hard inside you, thickening even more at the sudden enveloping heat. You could feel every ridge, every vein, the way his pulse beat steadily against your inner walls. Your own pussy fluttered involuntarily around him, clenching and releasing in little pulses that made his jaw tighten.
Heeseung’s hands slid up under the shirt you wore his shirt—tracing the curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts. “You initiating this?” he whispered, voice dropping into that dangerously low register that always sent shivers down your spine. A slow, predatory smirk tugged at his lips, the one that made fans scream and made your stomach twist with want. “No warning, just sliding down on my cock like you own it my greedy girl I love it.”
He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together, your nipples hardening against him through the thin fabric. His lips found your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along the column of your throat, sucking gently at your pulse point. Every tiny shift of your body caused delicious friction—his cock nudging deeper without any real thrusting. Heeseung let out a shaky exhale against your skin.
“Stay still like this for me,” he murmured, one hand moving to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. “I want to feel everything how wet you’re getting how you’re squeezing me.” He flexed his hips in the tiniest circle, barely perceptible, but enough to make you both gasp. “Shit, you feel incredible like velvet fire around my cock.”
Minutes stretched out. Heeseung was always patient in moments like this teasing, savoring, drawing out the pleasure until it bordered on torture. He kept you locked in place with strong arms, his body heat mingling with yours. His free hand roamed lazily: squeezing your ass, tracing your spine, rolling a nipple between his fingers until you whimpered softly. Each sound you made earned you a deep, appreciative groan from him.
“You’re dripping down my balls already,” he observed in that husky tone, voice vibrating against your ear. He reached between your bodies just enough to feel where you were joined, collecting some of your slick on his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. His eyes never left yours as he licked them clean. “Taste so sweet for me all this just from having me inside you?”
The praise made you clench harder around him. Heeseung’s head fell back against the pillow, exposing the sharp line of his jaw and the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed thickly. “That’s it keep doing that. Milk my cock while we stay like this.” His restraint was impressive, but you could feel the tension coiling in his muscles—the way his thighs trembled slightly beneath you, the constant subtle twitches of his length buried deep.
He kissed you then—slow, deep, and filthy. His tongue slid against yours in the same unhurried rhythm he used when he wanted to drive you crazy. One hand stayed on your hip, holding you down firmly so you couldn’t ride him even if you tried. The other tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips for a second.
“I’ve thought about this,” he confessed quietly, forehead pressed to yours. “Coming home and having you warm my cock while we talk about our day feeling you pulse around me for hours.” His voice was pure velvet. “You’re perfect so fucking perfect for me.”
Time blurred ten minutes fifteen twenty. Heeseung kept up the intimate conversation, whispering filthy observations mixed with sweet nothings. How your walls fluttered when he praised you. How he could feel you getting wetter with every passing second. How much he loved being this connected, skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat. Occasionally he’d roll his hips in minute movements just enough to grind against that sensitive spot inside you without breaking the cockwarming stillness.
Your breathing grew heavier, matching his. Sweat began to bead on his chest where your bodies pressed together. Heeseung’s eyes were half lidded, dark with lust, but there was also that soft affection he reserved only for you the way he stroked your cheek with his thumb, the gentle kisses he pressed to your temple.
“You’re shaking,” he noted with a soft laugh, the sound low and affectionate. “Am I that deep, baby? Filling you up so good you can’t even think?” He flexed again, deliberately this time, making his cock jump inside you. The sensation drew a broken moan from your throat. Heeseung’s smirk widened. “Good girl let me hear you.”
The tension built unbearably. Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, aching for friction, but he kept you pinned, savoring the slow burn. Heeseung’s breathing was ragged now, control fraying at the edges. His hands gripped you tighter, almost bruising.
“I don’t know how much longer I can stay still,” he admitted, voice strained. “You feel too fucking good so hot and tight sucking me in like you never want me to leave.” He kissed you again, harder this time, more desperate. His hips gave a small, involuntary thrust upward, pushing him impossibly deeper.
You clenched hard in response, and Heeseung groaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. “Fuck, do that again.” When you did, his resolve cracked. He rolled you both suddenly, still connected, pinning you beneath his larger frame without ever pulling out. The new position let him press even deeper, the head of his cock nudging against your cervix.
“Look at me,” he commanded softly, elbows braced on either side of your head. His damp hair fell forward, framing his handsome face. “I need to move now need to fuck you properly after feeling you warm me for so long.”
What followed was intense. Heeseung started with slow, deep thrusts pulling out just enough to feel your walls drag along his length before sliding back home. Each stroke was deliberate, savoring the glide. His pace gradually increased, hips snapping with controlled power. The wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with his low grunts and your moans.
“You started this,” he panted against your neck, biting down gently. “Taking my cock like that the second I walked in such a naughty girl.” One hand slipped between you, thumb circling your clit in tight spirals. “Come for me while I’m inside you want to feel you fall apart around my cock.”
The orgasm hit you hard, walls spasming violently around him. Heeseung cursed, burying his face in your shoulder as he fucked you through it, prolonging the pleasure. His own release followed soon after deep, powerful thrusts that pushed him to the hilt as he spilled inside you, groaning your name in that beautiful, wrecked voice.
Afterwards, he didn’t pull out immediately. Heeseung stayed buried deep, collapsing half on top of you with his weight comforting rather than crushing. He pressed soft kisses to your face, your lips, your eyelids, whispering praises.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “I love when you take control like that. Love feeling so close to you.” His fingers traced lazy patterns on your skin as you both came down, still intimately connected. The afterglow stretched long, warm, and full of quiet affection.
Heeseung eventually shifted to lie on his side, pulling you with him so you stayed spooned together, his cock softening but still nestled inside you. “We’re sleeping like this tonight,” he decided with a sleepy, satisfied smile. “Don’t want to lose this feeling.”
The room grew quiet again, filled only with your synced breathing and the occasional soft kiss. Heeseung held you like you were the most precious thing in his world leader, lover, and the man who had just been completely undone by your bold initiation.
◟✿ jay ˒ The living room in the dorm was dimly lit, the only light coming from the large TV screen paused on Jay’s game. The rest of the members had gone to bed or out, leaving the space quiet except for the low hum of the city outside and the occasional click of the controller. Jay was sprawled on the wide couch in black sweatpants and a loose white tee, one arm draped over the backrest, looking effortlessly handsome with his sharp jawline and focused dark eyes. His hair was slightly tousled from running his fingers through it during the match.
You had been watching him from the doorway for a few minutes, heat pooling low in your belly at the sight of his relaxed posture and the way the fabric of his sweats outlined his thighs. Without warning, you crossed the room, climbed onto the couch, and straddled his lap. Jay’s eyebrows rose in surprise, a small smirk already forming on his lips.
“Hey, what’s—?” he started, but the words died when your hand slipped inside his waistband, pulling his cock free. He was already half hard from the way you’d been looking at him earlier. You stroked him firmly a few times until he was fully erect thick, veined, and heavy in your grip then positioned yourself and sank down in one smooth, deliberate motion.
Jay’s cock stretched you open deliciously, filling every inch until you were seated flush against him, his length buried to the hilt inside your tight, wet cunt. No movement just pure cockwarming.
“Shit—!” Jay’s head slammed back against the couch cushions, a sharp groan tearing from his throat. His hands shot to your waist instantly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. His eyes flew open wide, dark and blown with lust as he stared at you in shock and raw hunger. “Y/N… fuck, you just— you took me all the way in like that?”
His voice was rough, that slight American accent thickening with arousal. For several long seconds, he didn’t move, simply breathing through the overwhelming sensation of your walls enveloping him completely—hot, slick, and pulsing around his cock. You could feel him twitch and swell even thicker inside you, the head pressing firmly against your deepest point.
Jay let out a shaky, impressed laugh, his chest rising and falling rapidly under you. “Bold as hell initiating cockwarming right in the middle of my game? You’re something else, princess.” His hands slid down to grip your ass possessively, squeezing the soft flesh as he adjusted his posture slightly, spreading his thighs wider so you sank even deeper. The new angle made both of you moan softly.
He looked down between your joined bodies where you were connected, then slowly dragged his gaze back up to your face. “You’re so fucking wet already. I can feel it dripping down my balls.” Jay’s voice dropped lower, husky and teasing. One hand slipped under the hem of the oversized shirt you wore his shirt again and traced up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “No warning just sliding that pretty pussy down on my cock and staying there. You missed me that much huh ?”
You stayed perfectly still, savoring the intimate fullness. Jay’s cock throbbed steadily inside you, matching his quickened heartbeat. He pulled you closer until your chests pressed together, his lips finding yours in a slow, deep kiss that quickly turned filthy. His tongue explored your mouth with the same controlled intensity he brought to everything precise, overwhelming, leaving you breathless.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “We’re doing this properly then,” he murmured, voice vibrating against your skin. “Stay right there don’t move.” His restraint was impressive he didn’t thrust up into you despite the obvious need. Instead, he focused on the connection, rolling his hips in tiny, lazy circles that created the barest friction enough to make your walls flutter around him without breaking the cockwarming stillness.
“God, you feel incredible,” Jay whispered, lips brushing your ear. “So warm and tight… like you were made to warm my cock like this.” His hands roamed everywhere cupping your breasts through the shirt, thumbs circling your hardening nipples until you whimpered. He pinched lightly, drawing a gasp from you that made his cock jump inside your heat. “That’s it squeeze me just like that I want to feel every little pulse.”
The minutes stretched deliciously. Jay was vocal, whispering a constant stream of praise and filth in that low, accented tone that always melted you. “You’re getting wetter every second. Soaking my sweats already.” He reached between you, fingers grazing where you were stretched around him, collecting your slick before bringing it to your lips. “Taste how much you want this.” His eyes darkened as you sucked his fingers clean.
He kissed along your jaw, down your neck, sucking marks into your skin while staying buried deep. Every tiny shift of your body earned a quiet curse from him. “Fuck, princess you’re clenching so hard. Trying to pull me even deeper?” Jay’s self-control was fraying at the edges you could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his abs flexed under you but he held you firmly in place, one arm wrapped around your waist like a steel band.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he confessed between kisses, voice rough. “Practice was long, but coming home to this? You sinking down on me and keeping me warm best surprise ever.” He flexed deliberately, making his cock nudge against that sensitive spot inside you. The sensation drew a broken moan from your throat. Jay smirked against your neck. “Sensitive there, huh? Good. I want you aching for me while we stay like this.”
Fifteen minutes passed twenty. Jay kept the slow burn going, alternating between deep kisses and soft, affectionate ones. His hands never stopped moving—stroking your back, squeezing your thighs, occasionally tilting your hips just enough to grind subtly. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, his white tee clinging slightly to his chest. The room felt hotter, thicker with tension.
“You’re trembling,” he observed, pulling back to look at you with those intense eyes. A cocky, affectionate smile tugged at his lips. “Am I too big like this? Stretching you so full you can’t think straight?” He rolled his hips again in that maddeningly small motion. “I could stay buried in you for hours. Just feeling how perfect you are around me.”
Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, desperate for more friction, but Jay kept you pinned, drawing out the anticipation. His breathing grew ragged, control slipping. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold back,” he admitted, voice strained. “You feel too fucking good. Hot, wet, squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave.”
He kissed you harder then, more desperate, tongue sliding against yours as his hips gave a small involuntary thrust. The movement pushed him impossibly deeper, making you both groan loudly. Jay’s hands gripped your ass tighter. “Fuck it,” he growled softly.
In one fluid motion, he flipped you onto your back on the couch without pulling out, his body covering yours. The new position let him press even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Jay braced himself on his elbows, staring down at you with dark, hungry eyes.
“Look at me,” he commanded, voice low and authoritative. His damp hair fell forward as he started moving—slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling out just enough to feel your walls drag along every inch before sliding back home. The wet, obscene sounds of your bodies meeting filled the living room.
“You started this,” Jay panted, snapping his hips harder. “Taking my cock the second you wanted it such a greedy princess.” One hand slipped between you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles. “Come on my cock. Want to feel you fall apart while I’m still so deep inside you.”
The pleasure built fast and intense. Your orgasm crashed over you, walls spasming violently around his thick length. Jay cursed loudly, fucking you through it with powerful, controlled strokes. “That’s it—fuck, just like that. So good for me.”
His own release followed soon after. Jay buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a low, guttural groan of your name. You felt every pulse, every spurt of warmth filling you.
Afterwards, Jay didn’t pull out right away. He collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush you, and pressed soft, lazy kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your forehead. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied. “Love when you take what you want like that.”
He stayed nestled inside you as he shifted you both to a more comfortable position on the couch, spooning you against his chest. His arms wrapped around you protectively, one hand gently stroking your thigh. “We’re staying like this for a while longer,” he decided with a lazy, content smile. “Don’t want to lose this feeling yet.”
The TV remained paused and forgotten. Jay nuzzled into your neck, whispering sweet nothings mixed with more praise as the afterglow settled over both of you—warm, intimate, and full of quiet affection. His cock softened slowly inside you, but he made no move to separate, content to keep you connected as long as possible.
◟✿ jake ˒ The bedroom was softly lit by a single bedside lamp, casting a warm golden glow over the rumpled sheets. Jake had just returned from a late dance practice, his body tired but still buzzing with leftover energy. He was lying on his back in bed, shirtless in just a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, one arm slung over his eyes as he tried to unwind. His messy brown hair was damp with sweat, and his toned abs rose and fell with steady breaths. The faint scent of his body wash—clean and slightly citrusy lingered in the air.
You had been waiting for him, heart racing with anticipation. The moment he settled in, you moved quietly, climbing onto the bed and straddling his lap without a word. Jake stirred, lifting his arm with a sleepy, affectionate smile. “Hey, baby missed y—”
The words cut off in a sharp inhale as your hand slipped into his sweatpants, freeing his cock. He was already semi hard from the casual closeness, and a few strokes had him fully erect thick, long, and flushed. You positioned yourself over him and sank down slowly but deliberately, taking every inch until your hips met his and his cock was buried completely inside your tight, welcoming cunt.
Jake’s eyes flew open wide, a mix of shock and instant pleasure flashing across his handsome face. “Oh my god—babe!” His voice cracked beautifully, that bright Australian accent thickening with arousal. His hands shot to your thighs instantly, fingers gripping the soft flesh as his back arched slightly off the bed. “Fuck… you’re so warm so fucking warm and tight around me right now.”
For a long moment, he just stared up at you, lips parted, chest heaving. A bright blush crept up his neck and across his cheeks, but his eyes sparkled with pure lust and adoration. His cock twitched hard inside you, swelling even thicker as your walls fluttered and adjusted to his size. You could feel every ridge, every vein pulsing against your inner walls, the head pressed deep.
Jake let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, the sound warm and husky. “You just… slid down on me like that? No warning, nothing?” He bit his lip, eyes darkening as he looked down to where your bodies were joined. “Jesus, princess…you feel incredible like heaven. I love when you surprise me like this.”
His hands slid up your thighs to your waist, pulling you down flush against him so your chests pressed together. The oversized shirt you wore his, of course rode up, and he slipped his hands underneath, palms warm and slightly calloused from practice as they roamed your bare skin. “Stay like this,” he whispered, voice already rough. “Don’t move yet. I want to feel all of you every little squeeze.”
Jake was affectionate even in the filthiest moments. He pulled you into a deep kiss slow and sweet at first, full of that warmth, then growing more heated as his tongue tangled with yours. His hips gave one tiny, involuntary roll, nudging deeper without breaking the stillness. The sensation drew matching gasps from both of you.
“You’re already so wet,” he murmured against your lips, forehead resting against yours. “I can feel it. You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? My sweet girl initiating cockwarming the second I get home.” His smile was bright and playful, but his voice carried that low, needy edge. One hand cupped the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair while the other squeezed your ass possessively, holding you in place.
He stayed perfectly still for long minutes, savoring the intimate connection. His cock throbbed steadily inside your heat, and every time your walls clenched around him whether from pleasure or on purpose he let out a soft, wrecked groan. “That’s it… just like that keep pulsing around me. Feels so good, baby.”
Jake’s hands never stopped moving gentle but exploratory. He traced your spine under the shirt, cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples between his fingers until they pebbled. He kissed everywhere he could reach your lips, your jaw, the sensitive spot beneath your ear, your collarbone. Between kisses, he whispered constant praise in that addictive accent.
“You’re so perfect for me. So tight and hot like you were made to warm my cock.” He flexed deliberately inside you, making his length jump and nudge that sweet spot. The tiny movement sent sparks through both of you. “Mmm, hear that little whimper? I love it love how full you feel with me inside.”
The cockwarming stretched on Jake’s usual playful energy mixed with deepening desire. Sweat began to glisten on his chest where your bodies were pressed together. His breathing grew heavier, but he held you firmly, refusing to let you ride him yet. “Not yet,” he’d murmur with a teasing grin whenever you shifted. “I want to enjoy this a little longer. Just feeling you around me… so wet and snug.”
He reached between your bodies once, fingers grazing your stretched folds where you took him so deeply. Collecting some of your slick, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on yours the entire time. “Tastes so sweet all this because my cock is buried in you? God, I’m lucky.”
Your clit throbbed against his pelvis, aching for friction, but Jake kept the slow burn alive. He rolled his hips in maddeningly small circles barely any movement, but enough to grind subtly and keep the pleasure building. “You’re shaking already,” he observed softly, affection clear in his voice. “Am I that deep, baby? Stretching you so good you’re trembling on top of me?”
The tension coiled tighter. Jake’s control was fraying despite his sweet demeanor. His thighs tensed beneath you, abs flexing as he fought the urge to thrust. “I don’t think I can stay still much longer,” he admitted, voice strained and husky. “You feel too fucking amazing. Hot, wet, squeezing me like you never want me to pull out.”
He kissed you desperately then, tongue sliding deep as his hips gave a small involuntary buck. The movement pushed him impossibly deeper, drawing loud moans from both of you. Jake’s hands gripped your hips tighter. “Fuck… okay, I need you.”
In one smooth motion, he rolled you both over without pulling out, settling on top while staying fully sheathed. The new position let gravity press him even deeper, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. Jake braced himself on his elbows, messy hair falling forward as he looked down at you with bright, lust-filled eyes and that heart-melting smile.
“Eyes on me, beautiful,” he whispered, starting to move slow, deep thrusts at first. He pulled back just enough for your walls to drag along his length before sliding home again, the wet sounds of your connection filling the quiet room. His pace was enthusiastic and passionate, exactly like Jake—full of energy and focus on your pleasure.
“You started this,” he panted, lips brushing yours between thrusts. “Climbing on me and taking my cock so perfectly such a good girl.” One hand slipped between you, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing perfect, tight circles in time with his strokes. “Come for me while I’m this deep. Want to feel you milking my cock.”
The orgasm hit you hard and fast, walls spasming violently around his thick cock. Jake groaned loudly, the sound raw and beautiful as he fucked you through it, hips snapping with controlled power. “Yes—fuck, just like that. So tight, baby so perfect.”
His own climax followed soon after. Jake buried himself to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a long, throaty moan of your name. You felt every pulse, every warm spurt filling you as he trembled above you.
Afterwards, Jake didn’t pull out. He collapsed gently on top of you, careful with his weight, and buried his face in your neck. Soft, lazy kisses peppered your skin your shoulder, your jaw, your lips. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, voice hoarse and full of affection. “I love when you take initiative like that feeling you warm me… best way to end the night.”
He shifted carefully, pulling you with him so you were spooned against his chest, his cock still nestled softly inside you. His arms wrapped around you securely, one hand gently stroking your thigh and hip. “We’re staying like this,” he decided with a sleepy, satisfied grin, nuzzling into your hair. “Don’t want to lose this closeness yet feels too good to let go”
The room fell into comfortable quiet, filled with your synced breathing and occasional soft whispers. Jake pressed gentle kisses to the back of your neck, murmuring how much he loved you, how perfect you felt, how he could stay connected like this forever. His body heat enveloped you, the afterglow warm and lingering as you both drifted toward sleep intimately joined, content, and utterly satisfied.
◟✿ sunghoon ˒ The dorm’s private gym corner in the basement level was quiet and dimly lit, the only illumination coming from a single overhead LED strip that cast cool, bluish tones across the mirrored walls. Sunghoon had stayed back after the others left, working on his core strength and flexibility routines that kept his figure skating precision sharp even in idol life. Sweat glistened on his skin, his black tank top clinging to his lean, sculpted torso and his loose training shorts riding low on his narrow hips. His dark hair was damp, pushed back from his forehead, and his sharp jaw was set in concentration as he finished a set of planks, breathing controlled and steady.
You had slipped down quietly to find him, drawn by the low sounds of his exertion. The air smelled of clean sweat and the faint citrus of his post workout spray. Without announcing yourself, you waited until he rolled onto his back to stretch his hip flexors, legs bent and slightly apart. That was your moment. You moved swiftly, straddling his waist and tugging his shorts and briefs down just enough to free his cock.
Sunghoon’s eyes snapped open, dark and intense, as your hand stroked him quickly to full hardness long, thick, and curving slightly upward. Before he could form a question, you lined him up and sank down in one fluid, deliberate glide, enveloping every inch until you were fully seated, your ass flush against his pelvis. His cock was buried to the hilt inside your slick heat.
A sharp hiss escaped Sunghoon’s lips, his hands instinctively flying to your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin. His usual cool, princely composure shattered in an instant. “Y/N—” His voice came out strained, lower than usual, almost a growl. His eyes widened, pupils dilating rapidly as the overwhelming sensation hit him your walls hugging him so tightly, so warmly, pulsing around his length without any movement.
He stayed frozen beneath you for several heartbeats, chest heaving, abs contracting visibly under the tank top. The position him on his back on the cool gym mat, you perched perfectly on his cock made everything feel impossibly deep. “You… you really just took me like that? Right here?” Surprise laced his tone, but it quickly melted into dark arousal. A faint blush colored his sharp cheekbones, contrasting his typically icy visuals.
Sunghoon’s hands trembled slightly as they gripped you, holding you down so neither of you could shift. His cock throbbed powerfully inside your pussy, swelling thicker at the sudden intimate embrace. You could feel every ridge, the subtle curve pressing against your front wall, his heartbeat pulsing through the vein along his shaft. The mirrored walls around you reflected the scene back endlessly your bodies joined, his long legs stretched out beneath you.
“Fuck… you’re burning hot around me,” he whispered, voice husky and amazed. He licked his lips, gaze dropping to where you were stretched so obscenely around him. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing the hem of your thin dress higher, exposing more skin. “No prep, no talking… just sinking onto my cock after my workout so fucking bold tonight.”
Sunghoon didn’t immediately pull you down for kisses. He was more visual, more sensory. He kept you upright on him, eyes roaming your body as he adjusted his breathing. His fingers traced slow patterns on your thighs, then higher, thumbs brushing dangerously close to your clit without touching. The stillness amplified everything the faint twitch of his cock, the way your walls fluttered in response, the shared heat building between your connected bodies.
“Stay exactly like this,” he commanded softly, that deep, velvety tone sending shivers through you. He flexed his hips in the tiniest upward tilt, barely noticeable but enough to nudge deeper, drawing a gasp from both of you. “I want to feel how wet you get just from holding me inside. Look at the mirror.” He nodded toward the wall. “Watch how perfectly you take me.”
You both turned your heads. The reflection was erotic Sunghoon’s lean, powerful body beneath you, sweat making his skin glow, his cock disappearing into your body. He groaned low at the sight, his free hand reaching to squeeze your ass, spreading you slightly for a better view. “So tight gripping me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear. But I’m not going anywhere.”
Minutes passed in charged silence broken only by soft breaths. Sunghoon was masterful at restraint years of skating discipline showing in how he held perfectly still while his body screamed for friction. But he wasn’t silent. He murmured observations in that precise, low voice, each word dripping with lust.
“Your pussy is dripping down my shaft already. I can feel it coating my balls.” He shifted one leg slightly, bending his knee to change the angle just enough to press against a new spot inside you. The subtle movement made you clench hard. Sunghoon’s head tipped back, exposing the elegant line of his neck as he swallowed thickly. “Again do that again.”
You obeyed, and he rewarded you with a rare, devastating smile half smirk, half genuine pleasure. His hands moved with purpose now one staying on your hip to anchor you, the other slipping under your dress to cup your breast, rolling the nipple between cool fingers. “Sensitive tonight. Everything feels heightened because we’re not moving, doesn’t it?” He pinched lightly, eyes locked on your face, drinking in every reaction.
The cockwarming dragged on deliciously. Sweat from his workout mixed with new beads of arousal on his skin. The gym mat stuck slightly to his back, but he didn’t care. Sunghoon’s usual aloofness cracked further with every passing second his breathing grew ragged, and his thighs tensed beneath you like coiled springs.
“You’re so warm and slick it’s driving me insane,” he confessed, voice breaking into a whisper. He reached up, pulling you down until your chests met, but still no real thrusting. Instead, he wrapped both arms around your waist, holding you impossibly close. His lips finally found your neck—not soft kisses, but deliberate, sucking bites that would leave faint marks. “I train for hours to stay controlled, but you come in here and undo all of it in seconds.”
He guided your head to his shoulder, letting you feel his rapid heartbeat against your cheek while his cock continued its constant, throbbing presence inside you. Every tiny involuntary clench from you earned a quiet curse or a sharp inhale. Sunghoon’s hand trailed down your back, fingers dancing along your spine before gripping your ass again, spreading you wider in the reflection.
“Look how deep I am,” he murmured, voice dark. “You’re taking all of me so well my perfect girl.” The praise was sparse but potent, delivered in that intensity. He flexed again, this time holding the tension longer, letting his curved tip grind subtly against your g-spot without pulling out. The pressure built unbearably, your clit aching where it pressed against his pelvis.
Your whimpers grew louder. Sunghoon’s control finally frayed. “I can’t… I need to feel more.” In a swift, powerful move, he rolled you both sideways on the mat, keeping his cock fully sheathed. Now on your sides facing each other, legs tangled, he hooked one of your thighs over his hip. The new angle allowed even deeper penetration, his body curving into yours.
Sunghoon stared into your eyes, foreheads nearly touching. “You initiated this. Now take what comes next.” He began moving—slow, rolling thrusts that never fully withdrew, keeping the connection intimate and constant. Each stroke was precise, controlled, hitting every sensitive spot with skater-like grace and power. The wet, slick sounds echoed softly in the empty gym space.
His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing in tight, expert circles. “Come on my cock,” he demanded quietly, eyes never leaving yours. “I want to feel you squeeze me while I’m this deep.” The intensity built fast his lean muscles flexing, hips snapping with increasing force while still somehow maintaining that connected depth.
Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, walls convulsing hard around his thick length. Sunghoon groaned, deep and guttural, fucking you through the waves with focused thrusts. “Yes… just like that so good—fuck.” His own release followed moments later. He buried himself as deep as possible, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you, warm pulses filling you while he held you tight against him.
Afterwards, Sunghoon stayed inside, not pulling out. He rolled onto his back again, bringing you on top once more, his arms wrapped securely around you. His breathing slowed gradually, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. The cool gym air contrasted with your heated bodies.
“That was unexpected,” he said softly, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. His voice regained some of its usual calm, but affection warmed it. “I like when you catch me off guard. Makes me feel alive.” He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple, then your lips lingering and tender.
He didn’t move to separate. Instead, he reached for a nearby towel, draping it over your joined lower bodies casually. “We’ll stay like this until I say otherwise. I’m not ready to lose how warm you feel yet.” His hand stroked your hair, the other resting possessively on your ass, keeping you pinned.
The mirrors reflected your entwined forms in the low light. Sunghoon’s usual aura softened into quiet intimacy. He whispered occasional praises how perfect you felt, how he’d think about this during his next practice while his cock softened slowly inside you, still nestled comfortably. The afterglow stretched long, the gym quiet except for your breathing, creating a private world just for the two of you.
Eventually, he helped you up carefully, still connected, and carried you toward the elevator back to the main dorm levels, your legs wrapped around him. “Shower together later?” he suggested with a raised eyebrow, already planning to extend the closeness.
◟✿ sunoo ˒ The soft glow of string lights wrapped around the headboard filled Sunoo’s room with a warm, pinkish hue, creating a cozy, almost dreamy atmosphere. It was well past midnight, and the rest of the dorm had settled into silence after a long day of rehearsals. Sunoo had been unwinding in his favorite way sitting cross legged in the middle of his bed, a fluffy blanket draped over his lap, humming softly to himself while applying a sheet mask to his face. His skin was dewy from the recent cleanse, and he wore a loose white tank top paired with soft black shorts that rode up his thighs. His hair was slightly tousled, falling cutely over his forehead, and his expressive eyes sparkled with that signature Sunoo brightness even as he relaxed.
You entered quietly, drawn by the gentle melody he was humming one of their upcoming tracks. He glanced up with a bright smile, peeling the edge of the mask. “Hey~ You’re still up? Come here, I’ll share the mask—” But you had other plans. You crawled onto the bed, gently pushing his shoulders back until he was propped against the pile of pillows. Before he could react fully, you tugged his shorts down just enough, revealing his smooth, pretty cock. A few teasing strokes had him hardening quickly elegant and sensitive, responding beautifully to your touch.
Sunoo’s eyes widened in surprise, the sheet mask crinkling as his mouth formed a perfect ‘O’. You straddled him smoothly, pulling your own sleep shorts aside, and sank down onto him in one slow, intentional glide. Inch by inch, you took him until he was fully nestled inside your warm, slick walls, your hips flush against his. Pure cockwarming—no immediate movement, just the intimate, throbbing connection.
“Ahh—! Y/N…” Sunoo’s voice came out in a breathy, melodic gasp, higher-pitched than usual with shock and pleasure. His hands flew to your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your top as his whole body tensed beneath you. The sheet mask slipped slightly on his cheek, but he didn’t bother fixing it. His cheeks flushed a deep pink almost instantly, that adorable blush spreading down his neck. “You… you really just sat on me like that? While I’m doing skincare?” A soft, disbelieving giggle escaped him, mixing cuteness with growing arousal.
His cock twitched vividly inside you, thickening and pulsing as your heat enveloped him completely. You could feel every subtle ridge, the way he fit so perfectly, like he was made for this closeness. Sunoo’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling under the thin tank top. He stared up at you with those large, expressive doe eyes, a mix of playful shock and deep want shining through.
“Wow… you’re so warm and tight right now,” he whispered, voice turning husky yet still retaining that sweet, bell like quality. He bit his plush lower lip, trying to stay composed, but the way his thighs shifted slightly underneath you betrayed him. Instead of immediately pulling you down for kisses, Sunoo reached up and gently adjusted his sheet mask with one hand, the other staying firmly on your hip to hold you still.
He let out another soft laugh, but it dissolved into a quiet moan as your walls fluttered around him involuntarily. The position him half reclined against pillows, you fully seated in his lap under the pretty string lights felt intimate and almost romantic. Sunoo’s free hand trailed up your side, slipping under your top to caress your bare skin with feather light touches. “Don’t move yet, okay? Let me feel you all of you holding me like this.”
True to his playful nature, Sunoo kept the moment light even as heat built between you. He tilted his head, studying your face with sparkling eyes while staying perfectly still. His cock continued to throb steadily inside your pussy, the sensation amplified by the lack of movement. “It feels like you’re hugging me from the inside,” he murmured sweetly, then giggled again when you clenched on purpose. “That’s cheating but I like it.”
Minutes ticked by in this dreamy haze. Sunoo was vocal and affectionate, filling the quiet room with whispered compliments and little hums. He finally peeled the sheet mask off completely, tossing it aside, revealing his glowing skin. “Look at us,” he said, nodding toward the mirror across the room that reflected your connected forms under the soft lights. “You look so pretty on me like this so full.”
His hands explored gently tracing your curves, cupping your breasts through the fabric, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they peaked. Each touch was tender yet teasing, never rushing. He leaned forward slightly to nuzzle your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along your collarbone while his hips remained motionless. The only “movement” came from subtle flexes—him deliberately pulsing his cock inside you, making you both gasp.
“You’re getting wetter I can feel it trickling down,” Sunoo observed in a hushed, almost reverent tone, his voice like velvet. “All because my cock is just sitting warm inside you? that’s so hot.” He sucked a small mark just below your ear, then pulled back to watch your reactions, his own face flushed and eyes half lidded with pleasure. The skincare scent mixed with the growing musk of arousal, creating an oddly intimate atmosphere unique to him.
Sunoo’s usual bright energy simmered into something deeper and needier. He started humming again softly a gentle melody that vibrated through his chest into yours while one hand slipped between your bodies without breaking the seal. His fingers hovered near your clit, teasing circles in the air just close enough to make you ache, but he didn’t touch fully yet. “Patience,” he teased with a cute pout, even as sweat beaded on his forehead. “I want to remember every second of you warming me so nicely.”
Your whimpers made his resolve waver. Sunoo’s breathing grew uneven, his plush lips parting as he fought the urge to thrust. “You feel too good so silky and hot. I could stay like this forever, just talking and feeling you squeeze me.” He finally cupped your face with both hands, pulling you into a slow, deep kiss. It was sweet at first then turned passionate, tongues gliding lazily in time with the subtle throbbing between your legs.
The tension coiled tighter. Sunoo’s thighs trembled beneath you, his lean body taut with restraint. “I’m trying so hard to be good,” he confessed against your mouth, voice breaking into a whine. “But you’re clenching so much it’s making me throb.” He rolled his hips in the smallest possible circle, grinding subtly against your front wall without pulling out. The motion drew a shared moan, the string lights casting shifting shadows across your skin.
Your clit pressed insistently against his pelvis, begging for friction. Sunoo noticed, his eyes darkening with desire while retaining that playful sparkle. “My baby needs more?” He finally let his fingers find your clit, rubbing slow, precise circles that matched the melody still humming in his throat. The dual sensation his cock buried deep and unmoving, plus the targeted touch pushed you closer to the edge.
Sunoo’s control snapped elegantly. “Okay I can’t hold back anymore.” With surprising strength, he shifted you both while staying fully sheathed, turning so you were on your back with him hovering above, still connected. The new angle let him press even deeper, his pretty face flushed and hovering close to yours. The blanket tangled around your legs, adding to the cozy mess.
He started moving slow, rolling thrusts that kept the intimacy intact, never fully withdrawing. Each stroke was graceful and rhythmic, like his dance moves translated into pleasure. “You started this surprise,” Sunoo panted softly, his voice melodic even now, “sinking onto me while I was masked up so naughty and cute.” His hips snapped a little sharper, hitting that perfect spot consistently.
One hand braced beside your head while the other continued teasing your clit. “Come for me like this,” he encouraged, eyes locked on yours with that intense yet loving gaze only. “I want to feel you pulse around my cock while it’s so deep.”
The orgasm washed over you in warm waves, your walls clamping down hard on his length. Sunoo moaned beautifully high and sweet fucking you through it with precise, passionate strokes. “Yes… ahh, just like that. You’re squeezing me so perfectly.” His own climax followed quickly, hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you with a long, breathy whimper of your name, filling you with warmth.
Afterwards, Sunoo stayed buried inside, collapsing gently onto you with his face tucked into your neck. He pressed dozens of tiny, affectionate kisses across your skin, giggling breathlessly. “That was amazing I didn’t expect my night to end like this, but I’m so happy.” His voice was soft and satisfied, full of that signature sunshine even post-orgasm.
He rolled carefully to the side, pulling you with him so you remained spooned together, his softening cock still nestled comfortably inside your heat. The string lights twinkled above as he wrapped both arms around you, one leg hooked over yours to keep you close. “We’re sleeping just like this,” he declared cutely, nuzzling your hair. “I don’t want to pull out yet. You feel too warm and nice like my personal heater.”
Sunoo continued humming softly, his fingers drawing hearts on your arm as the afterglow wrapped around you both. He whispered sweet praises how much he loved your boldness, how perfect the connection felt, how he’d smile thinking about this during tomorrow’s schedule. The room filled with quiet contentment, his bright personality making the filthy act feel loving and special. No rush to separate, just prolonged closeness under the pretty lights, bodies joined and hearts synced.
◟✿ jungwon ˒ The dorm’s small home office nook off the main living area was quiet under the soft glow of a desk lamp. It was deep into the night, long after the other members had retreated to their rooms. Jungwon, ever the responsible leader, sat at the wooden table with his laptop open, reviewing tomorrow’s schedule and scribbling notes on a notepad. He wore a simple black hoodie and gray sweat shorts, his dark hair slightly messy from running his fingers through it in concentration. His sharp, cat like eyes scanned the screen with focused intensity, but his shoulders carried that subtle tiredness only you could notice. A half empty mug of herbal tea sat beside him, steam long gone.
You had been watching him from the doorway, admiring the way he carried the weight of the group with such quiet grace. Without speaking, you approached from behind, sliding your arms around his shoulders first. Jungwon turned his head with a soft smile, about to greet you, but you moved faster. You slipped onto his lap facing him, straddling his thighs right there at the table. Before he could set his pen down, your hand dipped into his shorts, stroking his cock from soft to fully hard in quick, practiced motions thick, veined, and curving just right.
Jungwon’s breath hitched sharply. “Y/N, what are you—” The words dissolved into a low, surprised groan as you pushed his shorts aside and sank down onto him in one steady, deliberate motion. You took him all the way in, your slick walls enveloping every inch until you were fully seated in his lap, his cock buried to the hilt inside your warm heat. No movement. Just cockwarming, right there at the desk with his laptop still glowing behind you.
His eyes widened, pupils blowing wide in the dim light. “Oh wow,” Jungwon breathed, his voice that perfect mix of youthful and commanding. His hands instinctively gripped your hips, fingers pressing into your skin through the thin fabric of your oversized tee. He sat perfectly still, processing the sudden velvet grip surrounding him. His cock twitched powerfully inside you, swelling thicker as your pussy fluttered and adjusted around his length. You could feel the subtle curve pressing firmly against your front wall, his pulse beating steadily deep within.
For a long moment, Jungwon just stared at you, cheeks flushing a soft pink that contrasted his leader aura. A small, breathless chuckle escaped him, low and slightly disbelieving. “Right here? While I’m working on schedules?” His tone held fond exasperation, but his dark eyes gleamed with instant heat. “You really chose now to warm me like this so sudden and bold.”
He leaned back slightly in the chair, careful not to dislodge you, the wooden seat creaking softly under your combined weight. The new position him seated at the table, you fully impaled on his cock with your legs wrapped around his waist made everything feel incredibly intimate and risky, the open nook adding a thrill of possible discovery. Jungwon’s hands slid under your shirt, palms warm against your bare back as he pulled you closer until your chests touched. “You’re so wet already,” he murmured, voice dropping into a husky whisper. “Sliding down on me without any warning my sneaky kitten.”
Jungwon’s response was measured yet intensely focused. He didn’t thrust or grind immediately. Instead, he held you there, savoring the deep connection while his laptop screen dimmed behind you. His fingers traced slow, soothing circles on your lower back, then lower to cup your ass, holding you flush so not even a centimeter of his cock escaped your heat. “Stay still for me,” he said softly, almost like a gentle order. “I want to feel every pulse. How you’re squeezing me so perfectly right now.”
The cockwarming stretched in charged silence. Jungwon’s discipline as leader showed in his restraint he remained almost motionless, only allowing tiny, controlled flexes of his cock inside you. Each deliberate throb made you both inhale sharply. “Feel that?” he whispered against your ear, lips brushing the shell. “That’s what you do to me. Just sitting here, warm and tight around my cock it’s driving me crazy in the best way.”
He turned his head to nuzzle your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your throat while one hand slipped between your bodies to rest just above where you were joined, feeling the heat radiating there. No direct touching yet, just heightening awareness. “You’re dripping onto my shorts,” he observed quietly, a hint of teasing amusement in his voice. “All this slick just from warming me at the table?”
The desk lamp cast soft shadows across his sharp features as he continued light conversation mixed with filth, his tone calm yet increasingly strained. He occasionally glanced at the laptop screen, pretending to check a note, but his attention was entirely on the way your walls hugged him. “This schedule can wait,” he decided, closing the lid with one hand without shifting you. “You’re more important right now.”
Jungwon’s hands roamed with purpose cupping your breasts under the shirt, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened. He rolled them gently, then a little firmer, drawing soft whimpers from you. “So responsive,” he praised, voice low and velvety. “Every time you clench, I feel it all the way up my spine. You’re going to make me lose focus completely.” Sweat began to form on his brow, his hoodie suddenly feeling too warm. He tugged it off one-handed, revealing his toned torso, then pulled you tighter against his bare chest.
The position allowed for subtle shifts. Jungwon tilted his hips minimally in the chair, changing the angle just enough to nudge a new sensitive spot inside you without breaking the cockwarming stillness. The motion made your clit grind lightly against his pelvis, sending sparks through both of you. “There,” he murmured with a small, satisfied smile. “Feel how deep I am? Filling you up so well while we sit here like nothing’s happening.”
Your breathing grew heavier, matching his. Jungwon’s cat-like eyes darkened, restraint fraying at the edges despite his composed exterior. His thighs tensed beneath you, muscles flexing as he fought the urge to move. “You’re trembling on me,” he noted, one hand stroking your thigh soothingly while the other gripped your waist. “So needy already. My strong, independent baby initiating this…it’s adorable and so hot.”
The tension built unbearably. Jungwon’s cock throbbed constantly now, leaking inside you. He captured your lips in a deep kiss, then turning hungry, tongue sliding against yours with growing desperation. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “I can’t stay still much longer,” he confessed, voice rougher. “You feel too incredible. Hot, wet, wrapped around every inch of me.”
With a quiet groan, Jungwon pushed the chair back from the table. Still fully connected, he stood carefully, lifting you with surprising strength. Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you the few steps to the nearby couch in the nook, lowering you onto it on your back without ever pulling out. The new position him hovering above you, cock buried deep allowed better leverage.
“Eyes on me,” Jungwon commanded softly, that natural leader tone sending a thrill through you. He began to move slow, deep rolls of his hips that kept him mostly sheathed, grinding rather than pounding at first. Each thrust was precise, hitting that perfect curve against your walls. The wet sounds of your connection filled the quiet space, obscene against the earlier silence of schedules.
“You surprised me tonight,” he panted, hips snapping a little harder. “Taking what you want while I was trying to be responsible such a bratty leader’s girl.” One hand braced beside your head while the other slipped between you, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm, expert circles. His pace built steadily, powerful yet controlled, exactly like Jungwon focused entirely on your pleasure.
The orgasm hit you intensely, walls convulsing hard around his thick cock. Jungwon moaned low, burying his face in your neck as he fucked you through it, thrusts deepening. “That’s it squeeze me just like that so good for me.” His own release followed swiftly. He pushed to the hilt, hips stuttering as he came deep inside you with a quiet, guttural groan of your name, warm pulses filling you completely.
Afterwards, Jungwon stayed buried deep, collapsing carefully over you with his weight comforting. He pressed tender kisses to your face, your lips, your eyelids, his breathing gradually slowing. “You’re perfect,” he whispered, voice hoarse but full of affection. “I love when you pull me away from work like this. reminds me I need balance too.”
◟✿ niki ˒ The dim glow of Niki’s gaming setup illuminated the corner of his room. He was slouched in his ergonomic chair, long legs stretched out under the desk, wearing only black basketball shorts and an oversized hoodie. Headphones sat around his neck as he laughed into the phone call with Jake, who was away visiting family and catching up on random stories. The speaker was on, Jake’s cheerful Aussie voice filling the quiet space while Niki played with a fidget toy in his free hand.
“Yeah, hyung, the new choreography is brutal on the knees. I keep telling the choreographer we need more breaks—” Ni-ki’s words cut off mid sentence as you quietly entered and approached him from the front.
His eyes flicked up, a playful smirk already forming, assuming you were just there to bother him like usual. But you didn’t give him time to react properly. You tugged his shorts down just enough to free his cock, already half hard from the casual laziness of the late hour. A few firm strokes later, he was fully erect long, thick, and flushed. Without breaking eye contact, you straddled his lap, pulled your panties aside, and sank straight down onto him in one smooth, relentless motion.
All of him disappeared inside you in seconds, your walls stretching around his impressive length until you were flush against his pelvis, fully seated on his cock while he was still on the phone.
Niki’s entire body jerked. His free hand shot to your hip, gripping hard, knuckles whitening. A choked sound escaped him before he could stop it. “—uh, yeah, I’m still here, hyung,” he managed, voice suddenly deeper and strained. His sharp eyes locked onto yours with a mix of shock, panic, and burning heat. His cock pulsed wildly inside you, thickening even more at the unexpected, scorching grip of your pussy.
Jake’s voice continued casually on the speaker. “You okay? You sound weird.”
Niki swallowed thickly, biting the inside of his cheek. You stayed perfectly still, impaled on him, the fullness overwhelming in the most delicious way. The risk of the ongoing call made everything sharper. “Just… stubbed my toe on the desk keep going,” he lied, forcing a breathy laugh. His long fingers dug into your thigh under the desk, a silent warning and plea at the same time.
You clenched around him deliberately. Niki’s head tipped back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut for a second as he fought to stay composed. The new position him seated upright in the gaming chair, you in his lap facing him, bodies joined while Jake chatted away felt dangerously intimate. His cock throbbed rhythmically against your walls, the subtle curve pressing right into a sensitive spot that made your breath hitch quietly.
“Shit you’re evil,” he mouthed silently at you, not daring to speak it aloud. Sweat already beaded on his forehead. He tried to focus on the call, nodding along to whatever Jake was saying about food recommendations, but his free hand roamed your body under your shirt instead. Long fingers traced your ribs, then cupped your breast, thumb brushing your nipple in slow, teasing circles that matched none of the calm tone he forced into his voice.
Every tiny shift of your hips even the involuntary clenches made his jaw clench. “Yeah, that place sounds good, hyung. We should go when you’re back,” Niki replied, but his voice had dropped an octave, husky and rough around the edges. You could feel him leaking inside you, the warmth spreading as your arousal coated his length and dripped down onto his shorts.
The call dragged on. Jake kept talking, completely oblivious. Niki’s usual boundless energy was now channeled into pure restraint. He mouthed filthy things at you between responses “So fucking wet,” “You’re gonna pay for this,” and “Don’t you dare move yet.” His long legs trembled slightly under you, muscles taut from holding still. The chair creaked faintly whenever he involuntarily flexed his cock deep inside your heat.
You leaned forward, resting your head against his shoulder, lips brushing his neck. Niki’s breath stuttered audibly. “Sorry dropped something,” he quickly told Jake, covering for the noise. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, not to touch your clit, but to press lightly just above where you were stretched around him, feeling the obscene bulge of his cock inside you. The pressure made you both shudder.
Minutes felt like hours. The cockwarming was torturous in the best way no big movements, just the constant, throbbing fullness while Niki multitasked on the call. His hoodie suddenly felt too hot he tugged at the collar with his teeth, eyes half lidded and dark as he stared at you. The fairy lights you’d helped him string earlier twinkled softly, casting shifting colors across his flushed face and sharp jawline.
Finally, Jake said something about calling it a night. “Alright dude don’t stay up too late gaming.”
“Yeah… yeah, I won’t,” Niki rasped. The second the call ended, he ripped the headphones off and tossed the phone onto the desk with a clatter. Both hands gripped your ass immediately, squeezing hard.
“You absolute menace,” he growled, voice raw and no longer restrained. A wicked, breathless grin broke across his face. “Sitting on my cock the entire time I was talking to Jake? I almost moaned your name, you know that?” He rolled his hips upward in one sharp, controlled thrust, driving himself impossibly deeper. The sudden friction after so much stillness ripped a moan from both of you.
Niki didn’t flip you or move to the bed. Instead, he stayed right there in the chair, using his long legs and strong core for leverage. He guided you into a slow, grinding rhythm deep, circular rolls that kept him buried almost completely while hitting every sensitive angle. His height advantage let him lean in and bite at your collarbone, sucking marks that would be hidden by clothes tomorrow.
“Feel how deep I am?” he panted against your skin, voice playful yet wrecked. “You took all of me while I was trying to sound normal. So fucking tight and sloppy now.” One hand finally moved to your clit, rubbing fast, messy circles with those long fingers. The wet sounds of your connection were loud in the now silent room obscene and slick.
He kept the pace torturously controlled at first, savoring the way you fluttered and clenched after the long wait. “You’re shaking already,” he teased, nipping your earlobe. “Was it the risk? Knowing Jake hyung could’ve heard me lose it?” His thrusts grew sharper, more energetic, hips snapping up to meet you each time you sank down. The chair rolled slightly on the floor from the force.
The buildup was intense and different no soft kisses or long praise sessions like the others. Just raw, teasing energy mixed with pure need. Niki’s stamina showed as he fucked up into you relentlessly while keeping you anchored in his lap.
“Come on,” he urged, voice dropping into that deep timbre. “Let me feel you come while I’m still so full inside you. Right here where I was talking to hyung five minutes ago.”
Your orgasm crashed hard, walls spasming violently around his thick length. Niki cursed loudly thrusting through it with powerful strokes, drawing out every wave. His own release hit seconds later he buried himself to the hilt, long body shuddering as he came deep inside you, hot pulses filling you while he groaned your name against your neck.
Afterwards, Niki didn’t pull out. He slumped back in the chair, arms wrapped loosely around you, still buried deep. His chest heaved as he caught his breath, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his lips. “That was insane best worst idea ever.” He pressed a surprisingly soft kiss to your temple, then another to your lips lingering and warm.
SYNOPSIS your new life was meant to be fun, new city, new job, new friends. But when the universe somehow places you in the same living quarters as your old crush Sim Jaeyun, things get a lot more complicated. You just want to move on acting like you never even knew him, but he’s determined to prove otherwise. While he knows for a fact you still like him, everyone else can’t help but think you’re just not into him.
LOG ; ❝ SHES JUST NOT INTO YOU ❞ ─── sim jaeyun & fem!rea ⭑.ᐟ summer romance / coming of age / smau + written ∿ contains ! lifeguard enhypen ꫂ Ot7───★˙ nainai’s library !!
A/N: Oh lawd. I apologize if this seems rushed ugh It's hard for me to pace myself well anyway I hope you enjoy if this concept seems ridiculous it's bc it is and I know nothing about abo so yeah... pls critique me in comments. PS: Divider from @cursed-carmine !!!
"Baby… Are you sure you're okay?" He asks softly, petting your hair as you lay curled up on the bed, the sheets tangled uncomfortably around your limbs as you heave and cramp into yourself. There's a thickening sheen of sweat covering your entire sensitive body and it only heightens everything more. Every rustle of sheet against your skin feels like scratching nails down a sunburn, everything feels swollen and it doesn't help that you can feel your heartbeat through your fingertips, your feet, your fucking tongue.
This is the nth time that you've ended up like this. Right here, right on this too small of a bed in your boyfriend's dorm as he wipes down your body with a wet cloth for the hundredth time as you throb and shake, sobbing into your hands, into the pillow, his chest, until everything is covered in your slobber and slick and sweat and ugh— it's all too much.
"I… I-I'm fine…" You assure weakly and it's awfully disbelieving when you shake so bad you can hardly form words. It doesn't help that just then does your body decide to seize and cramp causing you to curl in on yourself and clutch your stomach as you cry out.
"Oh, baby… This isn't— You don't look so good…"
Well, no shit.
This is exhausting, but your boyfriend has been nothing but an angel about it all which does make you feel a little bad about nearly punching him in the face when he tried to hug you just now (sorry not sorry) but even so, he's just as gentle and patient as ever.
"Tell me where the cramps hurt, love." He snakes a warm palm across your sweat-drenched tummy and honestly it's taking everything in you not to karate kick the living shit out of him. "Ah— Ah… Everywhere! Everywhere at once!" You whine, your teeth clenching so hard as you ride out another wave of pain that a vein becomes prominent on your forehead.
"I hate seeing you like this…"
You've tried everything. Heat cycle suppressants, heat-blocking patches, you've been to the doctors monthly, you've done yoga to help with cramps, drank herbal tea and stretched every night before bed… There's only so much you can do to avoid your heat cycle without causing severe medical damage which, honestly, you think you've already created enough damage with the sheer amount of suppressants and pills you take daily which can only explain why your heats have only been stronger, more painful and even more sporadic.
Hell, he's even bitten you, but everyone knows that a Beta's bite only provides temporary relief. It's nothing compared to the lasting, sharp nip of an Alpha's bite. Not that you would know anyway, what an Alpha's bite feels like. Well, like, of course you've heard about it from your friends. How it's mind numbing, how the sting is so relieving that it feels like fucking drugs, a high with a painful start but pleasureful end. And they don't even describe the bite itself as painful, really. They all get this heated look in their eyes when they talk about it and honestly it's kind of weird and you totally don't even want it like you're not even jealous and you're completely satisfied in your relation— Shit..
Only then would your body decide to cramp and flood every sense in your entire system at once— Your ears are on fire, your scalp is sore, your fingernails?? itch and your fucking vagina won't stop talking to you and— Just— What were you thinking about again?
"Oh my— I can't stand to see you like this anymore." He stands, pacing beside the bed. "I just… I don't think I can stand to let this keep happening to you." He mutters into his palm, his eyebrows furrowed in thought as he stares out at the ground with that distant look that says he's considering something very heavy.
You don't say anything, you don't feel him move, you can't see, you're not even thinking— Or you were before your thoughts were rudely cut off with a cramp so strong it could've knocked down a horse but anyway, you don't seem to register that he grabs his phone.
The only other time he's ever gotten this look was when he was heavily considering buying Beta knotting pills (???) off of some sketch ass website after one particularly grueling heat that left you curled up on the floor in a puddle of your own vomit in the bathroom. He obviously didn't end up buying them (thank God?) because what the hell is a Beta knotting pill? Anyway, whatever. You won't lie, it is a littleee embarrassing to admit that you've never been properly knotted before but you don't let yourself dwell on these insecurities for long because you truly are happy in your relationship and you don't find yourself ever needing an Alpha(except for now when you clearly do need an Alpha(but we won't talk about that because you're supposed to love your boyfriend haha….))
You don't seem to hear him as he dials a number, too busy trying to focus on your own breathing and it's not like you could hear it anyways with how loud your blood is roaring through your eardrums. You can only hear him in bits and pieces as he speaks to God-knows-who on the phone.
"Hey… is awkward… heat's been so bad… Bro, I know… Need you to… Wait— Are you serious?… God, thanks man. Seriously."
He hangs up the phone with a relieved "We'll talk later," and slowly but surely reality resurfaces its way to your mind once more (you can finally see the ceiling again) even as your body continues to shake so bad it moves the bed frame. You're starting to get frustrated because not only do you feel like your entire body is on fire, but your boyfriend isn't clarifying anything. He's hung up the phone about five minutes ago and for five minutes he's stood there with his nose in the screen, jabbing away with his thumbs.
You shoot up, your hair sticking in all sorts of unflattering directions. "I need to be fucked. Like now." You demand something guttural and impatient, grabbing him by the belt loop and pulling him backwards until he's sat next to you.
"Woah, angel, baby… Look," He has that look again. "You know how much I love you, right?" He pockets his phone and takes both of your sweaty, trembling hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. What the hell is he about to say?
"I think… I know a way to make you stop hurting. At least for now. I—" He cuts himself off with a shake of his head. He looks almost reluctant, but his need to care for you clearly outweighs anything he's thinking. He rubs his thumbs over your knuckles, "I know a guy. An… Alpha," A muscle in his jaw tightens then but his eyes meet yours, pleading for you to hear him out. "And I think… I think he could, you know… Help you." He says the word with clear discomfort, his nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath.
His hands tighten on yours almost imperceptibly. "Listen, I know it's weird and I know you haven't been with anyone else but I think you need something more… Organic. You can't keep taking these pills, my love. They're killing you. You need…" He trails off, gesturing vaguely with your hands. He pulls you a fraction closer, "I know it's weird, baby, and I know that you probably don't want to be with anyone else but I'm telling you it's okay—"
"When?" You don't even care who. Just when. If it means you can finally feel like you're not dying for once then consider yourself signed up; You don't even care who.
He blinks at you. "U-um…" He clears his throat. "Well, I got off the phone with him just now. I think he could help you during your next heat—"
Hold up. Next? Next?! "Call him back."
"What?" He questions, searching your face. "Now? But darling—"
"Call him back now."
And after a bit more convincing (you practically tied him down, forced the phone out of his hand and called the guy back yourself) you ended up here.
Now, you really did mean it when you said you didn't care who, so you genuinely have no clue who's doorstep you're walking up to right now.
When the saint of a man agreed to meet up last minute, you hurriedly threw on some rather… leisurely clothes, not even bothering to handle the rats nest that is your hair but you don't care because you're not here to impress, you're here to be fucked.
Of course the whole ride here your boyfriend assured you that you could always change your mind, to call him if you ever want to come home no matter what time and he nearly turned the car back around multiple times claiming "I'll just buy those knotting pills. You know, the ones for Beta's that we saw on Temu? I'll buy them, baby… Let's just go home..."
But also of course, you assured him that you were fine and that you just wanted to feel better. You didn't even know the guy so it's not like you were going based on attraction or what not. You can't blame him though because who the hell signs themselves up to be cucked? Alas, he does, your very angelic, very understanding boyfriend who loves you oh so much, even if he was grumbling the whole ride.
And anyways, you're here, the plans are made and they're happening in real time.
You take a deep breath as you reach the last stair, your knuckles rising against the mystery man's door with a few quick, polite raps and you wait, your stomach cramping not from your heat but from the sheer amount of anxiety you feel. You were excited at first, eager to feel anything that isn't your insides eating itself alive but now you're here and the reality of it all is slapping itself against your face mercilessly. What the hell is this? I mean, truly think about it. Your literal boyfriend just offered to have his friend fuck you through your heat and drove you to his house and now you're here, you look like a fucking mess, you can't remember if you applied deodorant and this is all so bizarre and—
You hear footsteps approaching in haste on the other side of the door, his hands fumbling with the lock until the deadbolt gives and slowly the door opens and reveals him.
"Y/n?" He peers out, only his head first, and when he confirms with a once-over, he opens the door wider until his lean frame is completely revealed and leaning lazily against his door frame.
Holy fucking shit. The first thing that hits you, literally hits you in the face is his scent. He smells good. Something fruity and citrus-y that's potent enough to make your mouth dry with a pang of something more musky like cologne but no— It's better. It's earthier, more woodsy and it smells like him, like body, like Alpha and you know what? No. It's not like cologne because you don't think there could ever be a spray that could replicate this… this gift.
"I see you made it." He says, almost a drawl, crossing his arms over his broad chest and your eyes can't help but watch intently as the muscles in his biceps flex with the movement. It doesn't help that he's got that Toji fit on: A deep black compression shirt that fits him like a second skin, so tight you swear you can see his abs through the material and fuck, he's got those gray sweatpants that hug his thighs and bulge (perv!) just right. You feel disgusting but you can't look away, just gawking at him, taking everything in that your greedy, perverted eyes can: His chiseled jaw, the heart-shaped birth mark sitting on the side of his neck, his hair, the way it falls over his dark eyes as they, in turn, shamelessly flit over you.
Suddenly you're very insecure of your own outfit which is, by a mile, much less flattering. You clear your throat, "U-um, yes. Hi…"
He gives you another almost appraising look before shaking his head, "Jeez, where are my manners?" He flashes his teeth with a smile, moving aside to let you in. "Come in."
The moment you step inside you feel the strongest urge to plug your nose. His scent is so saturated here, so dense that your eyes fucking water and you have to cough inside your arm as it stings the back of your throat with every inhale. Your knees feel weak but you'll admit that you aren't cramping anymore at least, his scent doing its job of relaxing your tense muscles.
"So… This is where I live." He says as he closes the door behind you, leaning back against it. "Go ahead, take it all in." His place is nice from what you can tell through your bleary eyes. There's a black leather couch supported by a sleek, dark wooden coffee table and a huge flat screen that're all in the center of his living room that is bigger than your boyfriend's entire dorm alone. "Though, we won't be spending much of our time down here," He gestures toward the stairs that you can only assume lead to his bedroom. "We'll be up there for most of tonight." He winks at you, a gesture meant to be playful but really just comes off as arrogant.
"Unless you wanna do it there," He nods toward the leather couch that's definitely seen better days. "But my back…" He rubs his lower back with an exaggerated wince, "Probably wouldn't be good for me. Or for you." How classy.
"Right… And your name is?" He raises an eyebrow at you. "Your boyfriend didn't tell you?" He laughs, exasperated. "He had the audacity to ask me to help you and he didn't even bother telling you my name?"
…
"Park Jongseong." He offers you his hand. "But you can just call me Jay." Wink.
Jay.
His palm is warm and calloused, his grip firm as he shakes your hand. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/n." He brings your hand up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles before dropping it with a grin. "I knew he bagged a baddie but I didn't know you were this bad."
"Listen, Jay, this—" You gesture between the two of you. "Isn't like… that."
"Like… What?" He tilts his head.
"Like that. This is… It's clinical. A one-time thing. You're just here— Or rather, I'm just here to be fucked so I can finally stop aching—"
"You don't look like you're aching to me." He steps closer. "My scent worked, didn't it? It's already got your little Omega hooked on me, am I right?" Your heart pounds in your chest even as you make a face of pure disgust. "Excuse me? Little Omega?"
"I'm sorry…" He shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning down so that your faces are level. "Is it big?"
"What?" You whisper, your breath catching traitorously in your throat.
"Your Omega. You said—"
"What the hell are you even talking about? That doesn't even make any damn sense. Little, big, I don't care what it is! That's not the point—" You back up, creating more distance between you and he immediately reclaims the space, standing so close in front of you that you have to crane your neck to look at him. "Just so you know…" He starts, and you can tell exactly where this is going with the way he smirks all cocky like. He leans down once more and even as you're screaming at yourself to back away you find yourself struck in place.
"It's big." He whispers hotly in your ear. Your mouth is dry again.
You push him away. "You are so gross." You straighten your shirt, looking around as you try and hide the flush high on your cheeks. Without looking at him, "You haven't even offered me water. What a terrible host." You huff, trying to look casual as you walk over to his couch and sit down. "Haven't told me I could sit, make myself at home…" You mutter to yourself as you exaggeratedly count off with your fingers.
"No water, I had to ask you to introduce yourself…" He strides over almost lazily, looking all too amused with you. "Well is that really my problem? You're the one who decided to come to some strangers house and get fucked. Maybe you should've asked your boy toy to clarify."
You shoot him a glare. "Mind your business. I was… In a rush. My cramps were hurting so bad I couldn't breathe, so forgive me if I didn't bother with clarification." He sits on the armrest looking like it's his given birth right and while technically it is his house, you don't care. He looks especially slap-able right now. "Right. And those cramps… On a scale of one to ten, how bad are they bothering you now?" You would probably believe he was genuinely asking you if it weren't for that shit eating grin plastered on his face.
You don't even humor him with a response.
"Told you. My scent's already made it alllll better for you, hasn't it?"
"Well, duh. It's a biological response."
"Exactly—"
"Exactly." You cut him off. "Biological. It has nothing to do with how I feel about you—"
"And how do you feel about me?"
You hate to admit how that question caught you off guard because the answer should be simple: You don't feel anything in particular, just grateful that he's offering to help you out in the first place. And yeah, he's sexy. That's just a bonus, it doesn't (liar) change (liar) anything! (liar)
He catches you staring at him before you even realize where your eyes are at (his waist, to be specific), and his smirk only widens. He slides easily from the armrest to the cushion your perched on and sits next to you, not minding your personal space at all. He slings his arm over the back of the couch just barely grazing your shoulder, and he leans in until you can feel his breath ghost your neck.
"Can I answer that for you?"
You feel heat prickle up the back of your neck, goosebumps forming on every surface of skin as he just gets nearer and nearer and you can't help but lean imperceptibly into his space in turn. "No." You whisper, you really just mouth it, and you should say more or at least say it louder but you can't stop thinking about how close you are right now. Your thighs are flush, you can feel the solidness of his side pressing against your arm and it's taking everything in you not to pounce on him.
Back up is what you want to say. Don't give me those "kiss me" eyes, don't even look at me. Just fuck me so I can leave. This is clinical, it is a one-time thing and it means nothing.
But these lies are starting to fall flat, even to you.
Even if you wanted to lie, your body is already responding to his. Your heart hasn't stopped feeling like it's trying to beat its way out of your chest since he whispered in your ear, his every touch and brush of fabric against your sensitive skin sends a jolt straight up your spine and you swear you even heard yourself purr earlier, and your pants… All you can do is pray that you haven't soaked yourself through them and onto his couch because it fucking feels like it. The most embarrassing thing of all is that you can smell your own scent spiking, becoming more fragrant and sweet and you know he smells it too from the way his smirk sharpens and becomes more predatory.
"I'll tell you how I feel, then." He leans in until his lips are only a breadth of air from yours. "I feel like I wanna fuck you real good and make you feel better. That's how I feel."
You don't know how it happens but someone made a move because suddenly your lips are clashing and he's just ravishing you, licking your lips like it's his last fucking meal on earth. He forces his tongue inside of your mouth with a pressure that makes you moan into him, licking your teeth and gums as if he'd done so a million times before.
"Fuck— Finally." He groans into your mouth, his hand on the back of the couch finally making contact and immediately diving for the back of your head, tangling his fingers gracelessly into your hair while his other hand grips at your waist, pulling you infinitesimally closer. "You taste so fucking good. I could get used to this." He breathes against your mouth and fuck is it hard to think. His hands are rough and insistent as they roam your body, cupping your breasts, squeezing your thighs, your waist, your ass. His scent is warmer, spicier than it was before and it's wrapping around your senses tight enough to make you dizzy.
He slides a hand up your shirt, hiking it up your stomach to press his cool palms flat onto your heated skin, making you shiver.
"Jay—" You gasp when they trail higher and graze the skin just below your breasts. "That's it, say my name." He murmurs against your lips, holding them hostage with his own, his tongue, his teeth, his spit. He pulls off with a nip to your lips only to kiss down your chin to your jaw, leaving a trail of saliva and goosebumps in its wake.
He pushes you gently to lay down, his body immediately covering yours. "You feel so good. So fucking good." He whispers praises against your neck, his hands eagerly lifting your shirt. "Please, I need to see you." You give him a nod and he wastes no time, pulling your shirt off of your head with a firm tug. His eyes are glazed over, taking you in as every inch of your upper body is exposed (you hadn't even bothered with a bra because, well, shrug.) You shiver and arch when his large hands palm your breasts and he rolls your nipples into peaks.
He pinches your nipples between his fingers and tugs on them, not too gently. "These tits… Fuck." He leans down to lick the swell of your breast, grazing his teeth just lightly enough to make you gasp. "He really gets to see these every time? I would not shut up about these." He hums appreciatively against your skin before licking around the bud and sucking it into his mouth.
"Can you not talk about him? Just suck my titties and shut u-up." He chuckles lowly against your skin.
He pops off with a wet sound just to grin and call you cute before kissing his way over to your other nipple and giving it the same attention with his tongue.
This is nice and all but you need something to accommodate to the more pressing matter that is, um, your vagina. You wrap your legs around his waist, searching for purchase as you lift your hips with a grunt to grind your clothed pussy against his bulge. "Shit…" He reciprocates as he kisses his way from your breasts up to your neck, paying extra attention to your scent gland which makes you whine and grind harder, needier. "Alright, alright." He chuckles a husky sound before moving his hands to the waistband of your pants and looking at you for permission then slowly, very painfully so, pulling them down. You lift your hips to help and once he's got you bare he just stares, boring holes into your pussy long enough to make you cover yourself shyly.
"Jay, stop… Just touch me…" He nudges your hands away and spreads you open with his thumbs. "You're fucking soaked. It's all over your thighs." He rubs the pads of his thumbs against your outer folds, spreading your slick as he watches appreciatively at how you clench with his every touch. "You're so responsive…" He murmurs, so completely captivated by your pussy, almost entranced that it honestly would make you laugh if you weren't so fucking horny right now.
"Jayyyy," You whine. "Touch me— Ah, yes!" He presses a finger against your entrance enough to make you clench but not enough to relieve any actual pressure. You jerk your hips up, trying to push it deeper inside.
"Deeper, Jay, please… Put it in!" He grins.
"What, you want it… like this?" He abruptly shoves his finger inside with a forcefulness that makes you scream and arch into him. "Yes! Like that!" He pumps his finger in and out slowly, watching you move your hips frantically against his palm. "Shit, you're fucking tight. He even fuck you?" Your eyes are squeezed shut but you don't need to open them to know that he's smirking.
He keeps fucking his finger into you at a steady pace, stretching you slowly until he nudges another at your entrance and you moan indulgently, pushing your hips up into his hand even more. "Fuck, Jay, yes. Another! Add another… Keep going, Jay—"
He complies, stretching you gently on two thick, knowing fingers. "I'll give it to you. I'll give you anything you want. I'd treat you so much better than him." He urges, his thumb coming down to rub your clit in tight, insistent circles and if you weren't experiencing so much ecstasy right now or if perhaps you were in your right mind you might've responded to or even heard what he just said but… Shrug.
"J-Jay! Just like that, oh my— I'm gonna fucking cum if you keep doing that— YES! Right there!" Your hips buck uncontrollably, your pussy clenches and pulses rhythmically around his fingers as they brush deliciously against that sweet spot with every thrust and you're teetering rightttt on the fucking edge when he suddenly pulls them out.
"WHAT THE— ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING?!" You screech incredulously, watching how he licks his hand pornographically and smirks pleasedly around his fingers. You sit up on your elbows with a scowl, "You are such a fucking asshole. How could you do this to a poor Omega seeking relief?!" You pout with swollen lips. He pushes you back down gently. "Chill. I'll make you cum." He shifts and starts kissing down your stomach, looking up at you through his lashes. "On my tongue. You'll let me taste it, yeah?" But the way he asks, his tone all smug and knowing proves that it's not really a question, is it?
Wellll fuck, I guess you'll just have to let him! Jay wastes absolutely no time; He's a man on a mission. He kisses down your navel briefly before diving face first into your cunt, licking a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit and you don't think you've arched so hard in your life (uhhh, your poor boyfriend??) The first few licks are really more for him than you, "You taste fucking delicious. He ever tell you—" You shove him down. "Shut— hah… Up!" He chuckles against you and the vibration shoots straight through your very soul. He's fucking merciless with it, licking around your swollen clit softly before sucking it into his mouth with a pressure that makes you scream out in pure pleasure. He alternates between broad licks from your entrance and pointed, quick flicks of his tongue against your clit and if you thought it was hard to think before, it's harder now.
You can already feel the heat coiling tight and embarrassingly fast in your belly. You grip a fistful of his hair and he moans into it, leaning into the pressure as you shove his face where you want it to go. "Mmmph, yes…" He encourages, picking up the pace with his tongue, dipping it momentarily inside your entrance and fucking it into you slowly, almost lazily.
He pulls back and replaces his tongue with his fingers, "You're close, aren't you?"
"Duh! Don't stop, get back down there!" You shove him back down and he goes willingly, eagerly.
"I can feel you throbbing against my tongue. Give it to me, baby. Cum all over my fucking face." He sucks your clit back into his mouth and with a few more quick flicks with his tongue, you're cumming all over his face and he laps it up like a man starved. He rides you through the intense waves, his hands gripping your ass to guide you to grind on him and he doesn't stop licking, just moaning into your cunt even after you're shaking and pushing weakly at his head until he finally relents with a pleased, smug expression.
"Fucking delicious." He licks his lips, his face fucking drenched in your slick and cum (oh my) and he places a few kisses to your stomach before rising and immediately claiming your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself on his tongue.
"Mph— Jay…" You push weakly at his shoulders. You're just now realizing that while you're as naked as the day you were born, Jay is completely clothed. Ummm hello?? This is absolutely never how it should be, so you demand him to take off his shirt.
He looks down at you with a sly smile. "Say please."
"Take off your fucking shirt." He mock salutes with a "Yes ma'am." And hooks his fingers into his shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion. As soon as his shirt is off you can't help but gawk. He's lean built, abs rippling across his abdomen with a v-line that looks so absolutely lick-able, and his shoulders… His shirt was already tight but actually seeing him bare is a different story. He's got fucking hips and you just knowwww that ass is fat (how haven't you checked already??)
You reach out and palm the very obvious tent in his pants, squeezing just lightly to feel the warmth of it. He hisses but it quickly turns into a long, drawn out groan as you begin to stroke him as much as the barrier will allow. "You're gonna make me cum in my fucking pants…"
"How dramatic." You roll your eyes. "I hardly even touched you."
"You wanna test it?" He grunts, grinding into your palm shamelessly. He grips your wrist to keep you there, his lip between his teeth in concentration while he moves his hips against your hand and you nearly drool at the fucking sight. You squeeze harder, urging him on and his hips stutter. "Fuck, okay…" He breaths heavy, gently pushing your hand away. "Stop. If I'm gonna cum, it's gonna be inside you."
"Well? Let's not waste time. Chop, chop!" He lets out a rough laugh, moving for his waistband and tugging it down. "Yeah, yeah. Chop, chop." He pulls down both his boxers and sweatpants and they catch on his length until it springs free, slapping against his stomach. He wasn't fucking lying, it is big. Bigger than you've ever seen before (poor Beta boy…) I mean… It's literally pornographic in it's length. Thick and leaking, veins scattered all across his shaft, a fat mushroom tip that's red and angry and begging for you to touch. You reach out and grip him, swiping your thumb over the tip and he immediately gasps and throws his head back, his hips making involuntary thrusts into your hand. He's so hot to the touch, almost feverish and so, so fucking heavy. You let go with a slight tug just to watch it slap against his stomach again.
He gently but firmly grips your wrists to still them. "Stop. You have to stop. I swear I'll cum and you don't want that, do you?" He shifts and leans down, bracing both arms on either side of your head just to moan directly in your ear as he grinds his cock along your wet, swollen folds. "I'm gonna fuck you so good… I promise." He lifts his head to look at you. "I'll make you feel better." He presses a hot, open mouthed kiss against your cheek, your chin, your other cheek.
"Gonna fuck all that pain away… Knot you til you scream…" He reaches down and dips his fingers into your cunt to collect your slick and rubs it slowly down his length. Then he positions himself at your entrance, prodding his tip right against you. "Ready? Deep breaths, baby…" And slowly, he pushes in. The stretch is immediate and intense, more than anything you've ever felt before. Even as he's going slow you feel like you're being ripped into two. You squeeze your eyes shut, your teeth gritted in pain as you try and relax your muscles to accommodate to his comical ass length, and you dig your nails deep into his back.
His breathing is already ragged and you can tell from the way his mouth is hung open that it's taking everything in him to keep it slow. His eyes are squeezed shut but for a very different reason because even as he's feels your sharp nails breaking skin on his back, all he can think about is your tight, soaking walls fluttering around him as he sheaths himself.
"Oh— Oh fuckkk. You're so fucking tight…" He lets out a long, shuddering moan when he's completely sheathed inside, stilling and dropping his head to your shoulder, breathing in heavy pants against your skin. "You're gripping me like a fucking vise. You feel like a fucking virgin, are you sure he even—"
"Park Jongseong I swear to God if you don't start to move I'll squeeze your dick off." He smirks. "Doesn't sound like a punishment to me."
"Are you— Just fucking move— NGH!" You gasp, your pussy stinging in such a painful yet pleasureful way as he pulls himself almost all the way out just to slam back in again in one harsh, filling thrust.
"Hm? You like that?" He repeats the motion, pulling out until just his tip is inside before slamming back in again. "Make that noise again. Let me hear you." He starts fucking you properly now, each thrust out leaving you achingly empty until he shoves himself back in rough enough to make you scream. "You're so loud… Does he make you sound like this?" One arm is braced beside your head while his other presses down on your tummy, right where you can feel him fucking into you, intensifying the pleasure.
"Too… Too much, Jay… Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop…" You lift your hips to meet his thrusts, fucking yourself right back onto his cock, moaning lewdly with every thrust. He watches intently where your bodies are connected, his mouth still wide open and brows knitted in awe. "Not too much… Look at you, you're fucking taking it so well… So well… I need—" He groans and reaches under you to grip your ass, urging your movements on as he starts to fuck you quicker, harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" He chants, sweat already forming on his brow and dripping onto your chest as he just gets lost in it, lost in you, in the way your gummy walls grip him, how they flutter around him with every fucking plunge in and out and all he can think is how he never wants this to end.
"Can he fuck you like this? Huh? C-can…" All you can feel is him; It's like his cock is reaching your very soul, hitting spots you didn't even know fucking existed until this point. You moan in guilt, in pleasure and in pain because you've never felt this fucking full before, never felt so good and so fucking bad all at once.
Your head thrashes side to side against the cushion. "I don't know, I don't know, I don't know…" You grip his shoulders. "Harder, Jay… Can you go harder… Fuck me har— YES— LIKE THAT!" He snaps his hips forward even harder, the impact jarring enough to make the couch skid across the floor but neither of your hears or cares, too lost in the sounds of your collective moans, of your bodies meeting. You reach down behind him to grip his ass in your hands, pulling him even closer, even deeper inside. "Like that, Jay… Like that, JAY!" He moans out in response, his bravado completely absent and replaced by someone who's just as gone and fucked out as you and God, his expression is so much better than any smirk he wore before.
He's so sweaty that he's dripping, his eyebrows are knitted in focus, the only time his mouth ever coming close to finally closing being when he bites the shit out of his lip, and he won't stop fucking moaning, maybe even louder than you. "Like this? Hm?" His hips snap forward, his balls slapping against your ass. "Fuck, you're beautiful. Perfect smile, pretty teeth, love your attitude…" His hand reluctantly leaves the swell of your ass to rub your clit in pace with his thrusts. "Pussy's so fucking tight—"
"I don't care!" You grip his ass harder. "I don't care, I don't care, I don— AH, YES! FASTER!" He leans down, never once stopping his rubbing movements. "Yeah? Faster? Fuck…" He nuzzles against your neck, inhaling deeply against your scent gland. "You smell like me… You think he'll like that?" His movements become more frantic as he feels you pulse and clench around him tighter.
He grazes his teeth right over your gland. "You think he'd like it if I marked you?" You open your mouth to protest but anything you were going to say quickly dissolves into a keening whine as he sinks his fangs right into your skin. You thrash harder, your body seizing, your legs cramping so hard you cry but all you can do is surrender to it because it feels so fucking good even if it doesn't really.
"You take it so well…" He soothes his tongue over the mark, his thrusts becoming harsher. "I can feel you getting close, shit… You gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum on my cock? Give it to me…" He grips your hips, lifting you slightly off the couch. "Fucking give it to me. Let me feel you cum all over— Yes, fuck yes…"
Your body locks up, your legs trembling uncontrollably as you feel yourself tense and coat him in a release of pleasure that has your vision blackening. You involuntarily pulse and clench around him, your back arching so hard that even a centimeter more would make it snap and you don't even make noise. It dies in your throat on its way up, your system too fucking overwhelmed with it all. Your head is throbbing in rhythm with your fucking pussy and he doesn't let up, fucking you through every silent, intense wave of pleasure until you collapse backward completely boneless and completely fucking spent.
He doesn't give you time to recover. "Jay—" You gasp as he, with a grunt of effort, pulls out and lifts you off of the couch, slinging you over his shoulder fireman style. He rushes over to the stairs and hops up them by two's and you don't even have time to process before he swings his bedroom door open and flops you down on his bed.
He immediately reclaims the space between your legs, gripping your knees and spreading you open even wider than he was able to on the couch." There she is." He positions himself at your entrance again, pushing inside with a moan. "Still so fucking tight." He starts to move again at that quick, unforgiving pace, his hands planted on your knees that are each flush with the comforter to keep you spread open. "Need to see this pussy when I cum inside it… You're so fucking split open on me, fuck." He moves faster, the bed creaking with every frantic thrust as his control visibly frays and he gets closer and closer to the edge. His eyes are planted where you're connected, watching how your pussy still continues to suck him in even as you're so spent that you whimper and cry. "Fuck… I'm gonna knot you. I'm gonna lock you to me… Never let you leave… You want that? Wanna be knotted to me?" His hips stutter and he grits his teeth as he tries to hold on. "Say it. Fucking say you want it, angel… Say—"
"I WANT IT!" You cry, "PLEASE, GIVE IT TO ME!" You arch, lifting your hips up as much as his hold will allow as you feel him start to swell at his base. "Fuckkk… You sound so fucking good— I'm so fucking close, I'm gonna cum inside you… Gonna lock us together…" With a few more erratic thrusts, his knot pops and you gasp at the feeling, the stretching fullness unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He comes with a deep, guttural groan and collapses on top of you with a heavy weight. "Fucking… Oh my God… Take it." His hips give a few more shallow thrusts as he rides out the intense waves of his orgasm, panting heavily against your chest. After a while when his breathing finally steadies, he lifts himself up on his elbows to look down at you with a satisfied smirk.
"We're locked now. I'm never letting you go."
You stare at the ceiling.
You are going to have a long, hard talk with your boyfriend later.
( 박성훈 ) In which - You and Sunghoon were childhood best friends who drifted apart over the years. After graduating from college in America, you returned to Korea six years later, only to find yourself staying in the guest room of Sunghoon’s apartment during a snowstorm. Now a successful K-pop idol, he’s the last person you expected to see again.
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Warnings / Tags: fluff, emotional tension, childhood friends to strangers, slow burn romance, jealousy, K-pop idol AU
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mimi notes: Hiii honeys! I didn’t proofread this. I’m very tired but did want to drop this tonight, so I’m really sorry if it’s not perfect. I’ll edit it tomorrow properly. I hope you can still enjoy this. (P.S. this will definitely get a sequel.)
The plane’s wheels touched down on the icy runway at Incheon with a jolt that rattled through my bones. After six long years in America, the familiar Korean winter air hit me the second the cabin doors cracked open. My first flight had been canceled because of the snowstorm, so this landing felt like the final stretch of an exhausting journey. I grabbed my carry-on, heart pounding with a strange mix of excitement and nerves as I made my way through immigration and baggage claim.
I tried calling my parents the moment I stepped outside the terminal, my suitcase wheels clicking against the cold floor. No answer. I tried again. Still nothing. “They’re probably still driving,” I muttered under my breath as I headed toward the baggage belt.
It took a while for my cabin suitcase to finally appear. Once I grabbed it, I pulled out my phone and tried calling again. “Shit. Still not.”
Then my mom’s name finally flashed across the screen. “Aria, honey, I’m so sorry,” she said the second I picked up. “The roads from the hometown are completely snowed in. We couldn’t make it to Seoul. We asked someone to pick you up instead. He should be there any minute.”
“He?” I repeated, frowning.
Before I could ask who she meant, the line went dead.
I lowered my phone and stared at the screen for a moment before letting out a sigh. Great. This was definitely not how I had imagined coming back to Korea after six years in America. In my head, my parents would be waiting for me at the airport. My mom would probably start crying the second she saw me, and my dad would act annoyed about carrying my luggage while secretly being happy I was home. Instead, I was standing alone in Incheon Airport with a suitcase, a disconnected phone call, and the knowledge that some mysterious "he" was apparently coming to pick me up.
For a few minutes, I just stood there thinking. Who could it be? Maybe one of my dad’s old college friends who had moved to Seoul years ago. Maybe a distant relative I barely remembered. I honestly couldn't think of many people my parents trusted enough to send in their place. Well, there was one person, but that was ridiculous. There was absolutely no way.
Shaking the thought from my head, I grabbed my suitcases and headed toward the exit. The revolving doors carried me outside, and the cold hit me instantly. A sharp gust of wind cut through my coat, making me pull it tighter around myself. One thing was for sure, Boston wasn't even close to a Korean winter. Back in America, I had thought I was dressed warmly enough. Standing there now in my American version of "winter clothes," I realized how wrong I had been.
The icy air stung my cheeks as I looked around the pickup area. Snow was piled along the sidewalks, and people hurried past with their heads down against the wind. Cars pulled up every few seconds, families reunited, and travelers disappeared into the night with their loved ones. Meanwhile, I stood there scanning the crowd, trying to figure out which of these strangers was supposed to be waiting for me.
A few minutes passed. Then a few more.
No calls.
No messages.
No sign of whoever my parents had sent.
I was just about to check my phone again when my eyes landed on a black car parked near the curb. At first, there was nothing unusual about it. Then I noticed the figure standing beside it.
Tall. Broad shoulders. A long black coat that nearly reached his knees. A black cap pulled low over his face and a black mask covering the rest. To anyone else, he would have blended into the crowd without a second glance.
But something about him felt familiar. My gaze lingered a little longer than it should have. Then the figure lifted his head slightly, and our eyes met. My stomach dropped.
No.
There was no way.
For a second, I genuinely thought my jet-lagged brain was making things up. But the longer I looked, the more certain I became. I knew those eyes. I had known them for most of my life.
The figure pushed himself away from the car and started walking toward me.
Suddenly, memories came rushing back all at once. Family dinners that somehow always lasted for hours. Summer afternoons spent running between our houses. Our halmeoni’s gossiping together while we argued over board games. Sharing snacks, secrets, and practically every major moment of our childhoods. There had been a time when seeing him every day felt completely normal. Then life happened.
I left for college.
He became an idol.
We just slowly stopped being part of each other's everyday lives. Phone calls became texts. Texts became occasional check-ins. Eventually, years passed before either of us realized how much distance had settled between us.
The figure stopped a few feet away. Even with the mask and cap, there was no mistaking him now.
Park Sunghoon.
Of all the people my parents could have sent, it was him. Not a family friend. Not a cousin. Not some random acquaintance.
Him.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The cold air swirled around us while cars came and went behind him, but somehow everything else faded into the background. We had known each other for almost our entire lives, yet standing there face to face for the first time in years, neither of us seemed to know what to say.
It felt strange seeing him again. Familiar enough that I recognized him instantly, but distant enough that for a moment he felt like a stranger.
“Sunghoon?” I said, voice sharper than I meant. “What the hell are you doing here?”
He stopped a few feet away, eyes flicking over me like he was checking if six years had changed anything. “Nice to see you too,” he answered calmly, reaching for my suitcase.
I yanked it back. “I’m serious. Why are you here?”
He let out a short breath. “Your parents wanted to pick you up but they couldn’t.”
“You still haven’t answered my question,” I said, getting more irritated by the second. I hadn’t seen him in six years. Six years. I had spent six years studying in America, and somehow the person picking me up at the airport wasn’t my parents but Park Sunghoon.
He stopped walking for a moment and looked at me over his shoulder. Even with the mask covering half his face, I could tell he was already losing patience.
“Listen,” Sunghoon said as he adjusted his grip on my suitcase. “Your parents did want to pick you up, but they couldn’t.” He said it as if he was reading my mind. “The roads are blocked. It’ll take a few days to clear. Halmeoni asked me to come get you because I’m the only one in Seoul they know. So can you just stop being bitter and get in the car?.”
“Jeez,” I muttered, finally letting him take the suitcase. I climbed into the passenger seat and slammed the door. I can see Sunghoon taking a deep breath outside before loading my bags into the trunk and sliding behind the wheel.
The car smelled like his cologne; clean, expensive, nothing like the boy I remembered. He pulled away from the curb without another word.
“Where are you even taking me?” I broke the silence. “Wait—fuck—I didn’t book a hotel room in Seoul because I thought I’d be sleeping at home tonight. And I don’t think there are any rooms available because of the snowstorm and—” I said, starting to panic.
“God, how long is this storm even going to last? Nothing is going as planned. I was supposed to be here yesterday, and now I have to find a hotel room in the middle of a winter storm in expensive Seoul for God knows how long—” I was cut off in the middle of my panic attack.
“You’ll be staying with me,” Sunghoon said dead casual?!
“What do you mean?! No I’m not—that’s weird—I don’t want to stay with you. God, we haven’t even talked in what, five years—”
“God, Choi, you still talk so much,” Sunghoon said, cutting me off again. “You think I wanted this? I couldn’t exactly tell my halmeoni no when she asked me to help. Trust me, I already tried booking you a hotel. I even checked some of the most expensive ones in Seoul. Everything is full because of the snowstorm. So yes, my guest room will have to do.”
I crossed my arms. “Gosh,” I muttered under my breath.
Neither of us spoke after that. The tension settled back into the car like heavy snow. Underneath my irritation was something worse; sadness. Because despite everything, seeing him again… hurts.
There i was sitting in Park Sunghoon car; the girl who left town at seventeen to go to college and leave everybody and everything behind. Now I'm back in everyone's lives... and in his.
Sunghoon had begged me not to go. To stay. To go to college together. God- he had even offered to attend a university in Seoul if it meant I wouldn't move to the States. But I didn't change my mind. I already had everything planned out. I couldn't put my life on hold for him, and I didn't expect him to do the same for me. At the end of the day, we were just best friends.
After I left, he went on to become a K-pop trainee. He competed on a survival show called I-LAND, where he became one of the seven members of Enhypen. Our contact really faded after that.
Now he's a completely different person. Someone who can't even leave the house without a disguise unless he wants to be recognized. Someone who has hundreds of girls throwing themselves at him wherever he goes.
And somehow, after all these years, I'm sitting right beside him again as he’s taking me to HIS HOUSE.
When we reached his building, the snow was still falling in thick flakes. Sunghoon parked in the underground garage and got out, walking around to pull my suitcases from the trunk before I could stop him. I followed him toward the elevator, trying not to think about how different everything felt.
The elevator arrived quickly. We stepped inside, and Sunghoon pulled a black card from his wallet, holding it against a scanner beside the buttons before pressing the highest floor.
Twenty-four. jeez that was the top floor.
"Your apartment is on the top floor?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"I like the quiet," he replied simply. I nodded. It made sense. Being one of the most recognizable idols in Korea probably made privacy a luxury.
"You live alone?" I asked after a moment. "Yeah. Recently, anyway. I lived with the members for five years, but we all decided it was time to get our own places." Sunghoon said, looking straight ahead.
"That must've been weird." I said, thinking about when I moved from sharing a dorm room with a roommate for two years to having my own apartment.
"It was," he said quietly; almost sad.
At least, that was what I thought because Mr. Park was still staring straight ahead, his expression unreadable. Nice.
The conversation died there, leaving us standing in silence as the elevator continued climbing. It was strange. There had been a time when being alone with Sunghoon never felt awkward. We could talk for hours about absolutely nothing. Now it felt like we were both carefully choosing our words.
When the elevator finally stopped, I expected the doors to open into a hallway.
Instead, they opened directly into his apartment.
I stared for a second before stepping out. "This is your apartment?"
Sunghoon glanced back at me. "Yeah."
"The entire floor?" i said in shock kinda scared to take a step.
"It’s a penthouse?" he said, like I’d asked something obvious, like whether the sky was blue.
I looked around in disbelief as he wheeled my suitcases inside like this was completely normal. The entrance alone looked bigger than my old apartment in Boston.
"No, seriously. This is bigger than my apartment floor in Boston. Gosh, your lobby downstairs is bigger than my entire apartment was.” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow.
"Your entire apartment?"
"Yes."
"That's kind of sad." Sunghoon said, sounding way too sympathetic, like he was genuinely concerned but also completely out of touch with reality. I let out a laugh despite myself.
"It sounds tiny."
"It was tiny."
His apartment was gorgeous. Floor-to-ceiling glass-windows overlooked the glittering Seoul skyline, the city lights glowing through the snowfall outside. Warm lights illuminated modern furniture that looked expensive, clean, and carefully designed. Everything felt polished and effortless in a way that reminded me exactly how successful Sunghoon had become. For a second, I forgot I was annoyed.
I followed him through the apartment while he showed me around. The kitchen with its marble counters and stainless steel appliances. The living room with its massive sectional and huge television. The balcony that offered a view of the snow-covered city. The office with shelves already half-filled with books and awards.
As he talked, the tension between us eased slightly. Not completely. Just enough. Because underneath all the bitterness, I still knew him. And underneath all his irritation, he still knew me. By the time he stopped outside the guest room, neither of us seemed quite as defensive anymore.
“You can stay here,” Sunghoon said as he opened the door. I stepped inside and dropped my bag on the bed. “Thanks,” I said quietly. He nodded once and left me alone.
I immediately jumped into the shower, feeling very dirty after the long flight.
The shower felt like heaven after the long flight. Sunghoon’s bathroom was also all sleek marble and a rainfall showerheads. I stood under the hot water for what felt like forever, letting it wash away the exhaustion and the strange ache in my chest. When I finally stepped out, I dried my hair with one of the fluffy towels and pulled on some not-PJs-pajamas. A ****plain white shirt and some boyshorts. I was almost done when Sunghoon knocked on the door.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Listen, I thought I canceled my plans tonight,” Sunghoon said through the door. I immediately narrowed my eyes. “That doesn’t sound good.” “It isn’t,” Sunghoon admitted. “What happened?”
“A few friends came over.” Sunghoon said. “A few friends?”
“Yeahhhh… As in the members.” “At ten o’clock at night?”
“Yes. I just wanted to warn you,” Sunghoon said before leaving.
“Great.” I sighed under my breath.
I stared at the closed door for a few seconds before letting out a long sigh. The apartment had gone quiet again, but I could still faintly hear voices coming from the living room.I rubbed my face and glanced around the guest room. The room was honestly ridiculous.
The bed alone looked more expensive than my entire college apartment. I dropped onto it dramatically. “Of course he lives like this now,” I muttered to myself.
For a few minutes I just sat there, enjoying the silence. The shower had helped a lot. The flight, the airport, seeing Sunghoon again; it had all felt overwhelming. I wasn’t exactly excited about walking into a room full of idols right now.
So instead, I opened my suitcase.I unpacked some stuff. Put my toiletries in the bathroom. Hung my jacket in the closet. Anything to avoid socializing.
Eventually, though, my throat started feeling dry. I stared at the water bottle sitting on the nightstand.
Empty. Of course.
I sighed dramatically. “Fine.” I slipped on my slippers and quietly opened the guest room door. The apartment was dimly lit now. The warm lighting made everything feel softer than before. I could hear laughter coming from somewhere down the hallway.
Hopefully they wouldn’t notice me. I just wanted water. That was all. I made my way into the kitchen and immediately spotted the fridge. Success. I grabbed a bottle of water and was just about to escape when a voice spoke behind me.
“Aria, right?” I nearly jumped. I turned around quickly.
Heeseung; Lee Heeseung stood near the kitchen island holding a drink.
Of course. Of all people.
I knew exactly who he was.
Honestly, I knew all of them.
Back when Sunghoon and I were still close, I had watched I-LAND. Not because I was obsessed with k-pop survival shows, but because Sunghoon was there. Even after moving to America, I had followed his debut from a distance whether I wanted to or not.
Heeseung smiled politely. “Sorry,” he said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“It’s okay,” I replied quickly. For some reason I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I was standing in some boys shorts and a hoodie. Meanwhile I was talking to one of Korea’s biggest idols in Sunghoon’s luxury apartment. What a weird situation.
“You’re Aria, right?” Heeseung asked again. “OH yeah,” I said with a small nod. “That’s me.” He smiled. “I’m Heeseung.” I stared at him. He stared back. Then he started laughing. “I know who you are,” I said awkwardly.
“Good,” Heeseung replied dramatically. “For a second I thought I’d have to introduce myself.” I laughed despite myself. The awkwardness immediately became a little easier.
“You just got back today, right?” Heeseung asked. “Yeah.” I said fidgeting with the water bottle in my hand. “Long flight?” Heeseung asked taking a step closer.
“Fourteen hours.” I said getting more comfortable. He immediately winced. “That’s brutal.”
“Tell me about it.”
He leaned casually against the counter “Sunghoon said you were studying in America.” I nodded. “Six years.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah.”
“What did you study?” He asked.
I told him and he immediately started asking questions. Surprisingly, the conversation flowed easily. Heeseung had a way of making people comfortable. Soon enough we were talking about America, college life, horrible professors, weird roommates, and culture shock.
“Okay,” Heeseung said after a while. “I have to ask.” I narrowed my eyes. “That sounds dangerous.”
“It is.” He said grinning. “Were American college parties actually like the movies?” I immediately burst out laughing. “No! Definitely not!” “I knew it.” He said kinda loud.
“They’re way messier.” I said cutting him off.
His eyes widened. “Seriously?! What!”
“Seriously.”
For the next several minutes, we swapped stories. The more we talked, the less nervous I felt. Then Heeseung tilted his head.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “you don’t have to hide in the guest room.”
“I’m not hiding.” I said. “You absolutely are.” Heeseung said smirking playfully. I opened my mouth. Then closed it, because he was right. He pointed toward the living room “Come hang out with us.”
I hesitated. “I don’t know.”
“It’s your first night back in Korea.” Heeseung said taking a step closer. I looked away. “Yeah well; It’s been a weird day.” His expression softened. “I can imagine.” For a moment neither of us spoke.
Then Heeseung smiled again. “Come on,” he said. “The others will love you.” I laughed. “That’s a bold assumption.” “I know them.”
I considered it. Then sighed. “Fine.” Heeseung grinned. “Perfect.” And just like that, he led me back toward the living room. The second we entered together, I felt it.
Sunghoon’s eyes.
Immediately.
Like he’d been tracking where we were the entire time. I glanced over. Sure enough, he was sitting on one side of the couch with a drink in his hand. His expression looked neutral. Too neutral. The kind of neutral that wasn’t actually neutral.
His eyes moved from Heeseung.
To me.
Then back to Heeseung.
Interesting.
Very interesting.
“Look who I found hiding,” Heeseung announced dramatically. “I wasn’t hiding,” I protested. “You were.” Heeseung said smirking. “I was unpacking.” I defended myself “Same thing.”
Everyone laughed.
They made room for me, I found myself squeezed onto the couch between Jake and Sunoo while the conversation picked back up. Drinks were passed around; beer, soju, whatever was already open. The conversation flowed easily; Questions immediately started flying.
“What was America like?” Jake asked “Expensive.” I said think back to all the coffee ToGo I had bought.
The entire room laughed. “Fair answer,” Jay said.
“You lived there for six years?” Jungwon asked. “Yeah.” I said taking a sip of the drink im drinking. “Did you miss Korea?” He asked. The question caught me off guard. I hesitated. for a sec; then nodded. “More than I expected.”
The room became a little quieter. “I missed stupid things,” I admitted. “Like what?” Sunoo asked. “Convenience stores.” Everyone laughed immediately “Really!?” Jake said. “Well duh! You can’t just go to the corner store there to buy a full meal under 5 bucks!” I said. “Valid.” Jake said clapping in encouragement.
The conversation continued from there. Eventually Jay mentioned that he had lived abroad too. “See?” Jay said. “Everyone thinks America is easy until you actually live there.” Jake pointed at himself. “Australia!” Then they both pointed at me “America.”
“Look at us,” Jake said proudly. “The international line,”
The room erupted into laughter.
By now the drinks had started flowing more freely. Not enough for anyone to be completely drunk. Just enough to make everyone relaxed. And apparently flirtier. Especially Jake and Heeseung.
“So,” Jake said casually. “Are you single?”
I nearly choked on my drink. The room exploded. “Jake!” Jungwon shouted. “What?” Jake asked innocently. “That was smooth,” Jake said defending himself.
“It was not!” Jay said. “It really wasn’t.” Sunoo added. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. “Yes,” I answered eventually. “I’m single.”
“Ooooh,” Riki said. Jake leaned back against the couch. “What about back at college?”
“What about it?” I asked. “You didn’t had a college boyfriend… boyfriends?” He said winking. I rolled my eyes. “There was one.” “One?” Heeseung repeated. “One.”
“What happened?” He asked. I shrugged. “We broke up after graduation.” “Bad breakup?” Riki asked. “kinda…”For a second the room became quieter. Then Jay nodded. “Well that happens.”I smiled slightly. “Yeah.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Sunghoon. He hadn’t said a single word. Not one. But his jaw had tightened.
And every time someone asked another question about my dating life, he took another sip of his drink.
The night continued; more stories, more laughter, more teasing. At some point I stopped trying to stay awake. My body was done. The jet lag was winning.
I remember something about Jake telling a story. I remember everyone laughing. I remember leaning back against the couch.
Then nothing. Darkness.
I jolted awake when I felt myself being lifted again. “What—what are you doing?” I blurted out, my voice still thick with sleep as I realized Sunghoon was trying to pick me up bridal style.
His arms paused for a second. “You’re not sleeping here.” “I was sleeping there,” I mumbled, pointing vaguely back at the couch even though my brain wasn’t fully working.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you weren’t.”
Before I could argue properly, he adjusted his grip and suddenly I was fully in his arms, my head resting against his shoulder as he started walking like this was completely normal.
My eyes widened slightly. “Sunghoon…”
“Shh,” he said immediately, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s late. Let’s get you to bed.” I frowned up at him, still half asleep, still not fully processing the situation. “You could just let me sleep there, Hoon.”
The nickname slipped out before I even thought about it. It had been years since I’d called him that. His steps slowed for half a second.
Just one.
Then he continued walking like nothing happened. “You’re talking too much,” he muttered, but his voice wasn’t cold. It was… softer.
He carried me inside without effort, lowering me carefully onto the bed. The mattress dipped under me as I sank into it, my body immediately trying to pull me back into sleep.
I barely registered him pulling the blanket up over me, tucking it in like I wasn’t just a guest in his life again.
“Sunghoon…” I mumbled again, already drifting.
He paused near the edge of the bed. I don’t even know if I was looking at him properly anymore. Then, quieter this time, like he didn’t want to break the moment—
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heeseung had a problem.
he’d been aching for hours, the tent in his pants practically begging to be let out and satisfied. he hooked a finger around his waistband, hiking down his shorts, letting his length spring free.
his dick laid stiff against his stomach, flushed and leaking onto his skin. hee wrapped his hand around himself and stroked fast, twisting his hand at the head like he usually did. but still, the friction wasn’t enough and it was only making his frustration worse.
he groaned, thighs trembling and reached out, opening his drawer. he pulled out the flimsy silicone toy riki had bought him for his birthday as a joke. he’d never used it once and wasn’t planning to—until now.
he slid the toy onto his dick and lifted his hips, desperately fucking into the perfectly tight sleeve. broken moans slipped from his lips as his thrusts grew more frantic.
nothing.
he felt the heat coil low in his stomach, the way his ball drew up tightly—how he was right there. all that for the sensation to fall short and shy, giving him nothing. he threw the toy onto the ground and collapsed back into the pillows, his dick twitching and frustrated.
"hee?" you stepped inside, not bothering to knock. your head down, looking through the mail riki had asked you to give heeseung. “when did you guys sign up—”
you lifted your head, eyes taking in the sight: sheets scrunched, hee’s legs spread, chest heaving, dick flushed and untouched. heeseung didn’t even try to cover himself or give an explanation.
“please—” he breathed, giving you that pleading look. “i-i can’t—nothing’s working. please—”
he was fully aware how desperate he sounded and how absurd the request was. but that’s what he was. desperate.
in a matter of seconds, the door shut with a soft click and you crawled into the bed and straddled him, hands steadily on either side his shoulders. you didn’t need a reason, seeing him like this was enough.
you didn’t waste any time, lips crashing into his, while his hands fumbled with your shirt, immediately dragging off your shorts.
“god, i needed this. needed you,” he gasped into your mouth.
you lifted your hips, lining his dick up with your entrance before sinking onto him in one motion. you could feel every twitch. him pulsing inside you, a leaking mess and you hadn’t even moved yet.
you rolled your hips, slowly, letting his dick drag across your soaked walls. each grind pressed him deeper, his sensitive head hitting that spot that made your thighs clench and toes curl.
“fuck, harder— need this… need to feel you,” he babbled, hands sliding up your hips, fingers leaving marks against your skin.
you wrap your arms around his shoulders, grinding down hard, making sure to take every inch of him. at this point you’re no longer rolling your hips, but bouncing on it, teasing him every time you pulled to the tip. and every time you slammed down, he squirmed, choking out moans—half of them barely audible.
"you're doing so well," you praised, leaning in close, sliding your hands over his chest, dragging down to his stomach that clenched whenever you tightened around him. "staying so still while i use you."
his dick pulsed at the words, a quiet whimper slipping past his lips. his hands moved from clinging around you, to fisting the sheets, then back to your waist, hands crawling up your back. so whipped he didn’t know what to do with himself.
“gonna cum—” he warned, voice cracking, head buried in the crook of your neck. “please— please…”
your hips started to slow down, not completely, but just enough to keep him on edge. "you can do better than that. ask properly."
heeseung looked up at you, lips parted and eyes glassy. tears clung to his lashes, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. he was beyond unraveled.
“please— f-fuck, please let me fill you up— ” he begged, his fingers trembling around your waist. “i’ll do anything… i need it—”
"go ahead. cum inside me," you murmured, lips brushing the shell of his ear.
his whole body tensed as you tighten around him on purpose, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. a guttural moan tore from his throat, his jerking up into you, spilling everything he’d been holding inside of you.
you didn’t let up—still riding him through it, fingers tangled through his hair as you milked out every drop. it wasn’t until your orgasm washed over you and he was holding onto you tightly, a whimpering mess, thighs shaking did you begin to slow down.
"such a good boy," you pressed a kiss against his cheek, then his jaw, then his neck. the taste of his skin—a mix of something salty and warm filling your senses. he stayed inside you, his dick still twitching and leaking, refusing to pull out what felt like his only lifeline.
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