heated - byun euijoo âïœĄđŠč°â§
âIn which a hot, comfy summer morning turns into something a little filthierâ
content: +18MDNI fem! reader x ej, established relationship, unprotected sex, soft dom! ej, morning sex, sweat like lots of sweat, just a messy sex session in a hot summer morning, dirty talk, fingering, oral (f. rec) riding, overstimulated ej, creampie.
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The heat had already seeped into your skin by the time you woke up.
It was the kind of suffocating warmth that clung to everythingâheavy and wet, sticking to your thighs, beading along your chest, collecting at the bend of your knees. The ceiling fan turned lazily above you, useless and slow, pushing stale air around the room like a tease. Light filtered in through the thin curtains, spreading golden strips across the floor, across the bed, across his bare chest beside you.
Your parentsâ beach house was beautiful but ancient, perched just a few streets off the coast. Every summer it became a sanctuary for your family, wide open windows, salt in the air, sunscreen on your skin, laughter echoing up the wooden staircases. But in this heat, the house felt more like a furnace. No AC. Just stillness and fans and the hope of an occasional ocean breeze that never really came.
You were in a pair of really small shorts, and even with that, the heat was almost unbareable. Your throat dry. Sweat dampened your tank top and soaked into the sheets. You shifted, peeling yourself away from the warmth of Euijooâs sleeping body, careful not to wake him. He barely stirred, just mumbled something incoherent, his brow furrowing before his arm fell back over your empty space on the bed.
You padded out of the room barefoot, the old wooden floor warm under your feet as you moved toward the kitchen. The house was silentâno movement, no voices. Everyone else was still asleep. Even the waves outside sounded soft, lazy, half-awake.
You poured yourself a glass of water and leaned against the counter as you drank, letting the coolness of the glass ease the heat from your palm. The water wasnât exactly cold, but it was refreshing all the same, grounding you in the quiet hum of morning. It was a moment you couldâve stayed in longer, but something tugged at youâgentle and warm, like gravity pulling you back down the hallway.
When you pushed open the bedroom door, sunlight had already flooded the space completely, spilling golden light across the tangled sheets. It looked like a painting, warm and still and intimate.
Euijoo was awake now, sprawled across the bed like he had melted into it, hair damp against his forehead, one arm bent beneath his head. The sheet was low on his hips, boxers riding even lower, clinging slightly to the sweat-slick skin of his pelvis. His eyes found you immediately, heavy-lidded and soft.
âCome back to bed,â he rasped, voice thick with sleep. âItâs too hot to be up.â
You leaned against the doorframe, your glass still in hand, and watched him for a long, quiet second. His chest rose and fell slowly, sheen catching the light, gorgeous and golden and completely unrushed.
âYou look like youâre melting,â you said, voice barely above a murmur.
He gave a breathy laugh and threw an arm over his face.
âI am melting, but i need you here with me.â
You smiled faintly and set the glass down on the nightstand as you walked toward him. He reached for you without hesitation, large hand slipping into yours, fingers warm and damp, grounding you instantly.
âI missed you,â he said, pulling you back under the covers, back into the heat.
It was too hot for this. Too hot to be tangled together like this. But there was no place else youâd rather be.
You barely had time to settle before his arms wrapped around you again, pulling you back into his chest like he needed the contact to breathe. The sheets beneath you were already damp with sweat, clinging to your skin, sticking between your thighs. The heat pressed in from all sidesâthick, relentless, like it had settled into the walls themselves.
His body was just as warm, maybe more.
Euijooâs skin was slick against yours, every inch of contact making you feel like you were melting into him. His chest rose and fell at your back, shallow and uneven. You could feel the way his breath caught when his hand slid beneath your tank top again, palm flattening against your stomach.
His hand was warm. Too warm. His skin stuck to yours as he moved slowlyâup, down, dragging just enough to leave a trail of heat in his wake. The fan above barely helped. All it did was stir the thick, sun-soaked air around the room like steam in a sauna.
His mouth brushed against your shoulder again, lips slightly parted. His damp hair tickled your skin, and you felt the heat of his breath, heavy and shaky.
âYouâre so hot,â he whispered against your skin, voice ruined by sleep and need. âSo soft. I canâtâfuckâI canât stop.â
You felt him shift behind you, hips moving just enough to press his hardness against the curve of your ass, slow and unintentional like he hadnât meant to, but he had. The low sound that escaped him made your thighs clench.
âSeriously?â you breathed, voice low, teasing. âItâs way too hot for this.â
âI know,â he groaned, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck. His hair was soaked, sticky where it touched you, and when he pulled his hand back to run it down your waist, you felt how damp his palm was. âIâm sweating like crazy. Itâs disgusting.â
You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. His hair was sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed a deep red, lips wet and parted like he couldnât catch his breath. His eyes were glassy, heavy-lidded with need.
âYou look like youâre dying,â you said softly.
âI am,â he muttered. âYou were gone for two minutes and now Iâm likeâburning up.â
His hand slid lower now, fingers skimming just under the waistband of your panties, not touching you where you needed yet, just teasing, just brushing. And when you inhaled sharply, he whimpered. Actually whimpered. His body was tense behind you, barely holding himself back.
âI woke up hard, and then you left,â he said, voice broken and ragged. âAnd then you came back all sweaty and flushed and sleepyâand now I canât think. I need you.â
You could feel his cock now, thick and straining against his boxers, pressed tight to the curve of your ass. He rolled his hips forward just onceâslow, controlledâand the sound he made this time was deeper, rawer, buried against your skin like he couldnât let it out fully.
His hand slid up again, under your top this time, cupping your breast gently, thumb swiping across your nipple, which had already hardened from the heat, or from him, you couldnât tell anymore.
âYouâre so warm,â he breathed. âSo perfect. I could stay like this all day.â
âToo hot,â you mumbled again, but this time it came out weaker, breathier, because now his teeth were grazing the side of your neck and you were arching into him despite yourself.
âYouâre not stopping me,â he murmured with a soft, smug smile you could feel against your throat. âYou want it too.â
You did. God, you did. The heat had soaked into everything now, into your skin, into your bones, into the throb building between your legs. You could feel sweat gathering between your breasts, down your spine, where your thighs were pressed together. His palm was slick as he slid it back down your body, slow and reverent, every movement worshipping the way you squirmed under his touch.
âYou feel that?â he whispered, rutted against you again, harder this time. âWhat you do to me?â
You nodded, eyes fluttering shut.
And when he kissed your shoulder againâopen-mouthed and wet, tongue slipping out just a littleâyou knew you werenât getting out of bed anytime soon.
His fingers slid slowly down your stomach, each movement deliberate, like he was savoring the way you twitched beneath his touch. The air was thick with heat and silence. Outside the window, the morning sun spilled golden light across the room, but inside, everything was soft and slow and dangerous.
âEuijoo,â you whispered, barely a breath.
âI know,â he murmured into your skin, his voice wrecked and quiet. âI know. Just let me.â
His hand dipped beneath the waistband of your panties at last, and you shivered at the contact, his fingers warm and damp with sweat, the pads sliding low, low, lower, until they found the heat between your legs. He groaned when he felt how wet you already were, his breath stuttering against your shoulder.
âOh my god,â he whispered. âYouâre soaked.â
You bit your bottom lip, hard, forcing your body to stay still. You couldnât trust your voice. Couldnât trust the soft whimper curling in your throat, desperate to get out. You could hear the quiet creak of the house settling, the distant hum of waves beyond the open windows, but no other voices, no footsteps.
Your family was still asleep. Still just down the hall.
And he was touching you like it was only the two of you in the world.
You didnât answer, you couldnât. Not when his hand was already down your panties, slick fingers teasing you so gently it made your thighs tense. His palm was wet against your stomach, the drag of sweat and heat making everything feel electric, raw, overwhelming.
You whimpered softly, biting your lip.
His cock was pressed against you again, hard and hot through his boxers, and when he rutted forwardâjust a little, just enoughâit felt sticky, like even that was messy in this heat. You felt a droplet of sweat roll down the side of your face and onto the pillow, soaking into the cotton beside your cheek.
âYouâre making such a mess,â he whispered into your neck, his voice wrecked. âSweating all over me, baby. You feel how wet you are?â
You nodded, a breathy sound escaping before you could swallow it back.
âShhh,â he whispered gently. âYou gotta be quiet. Everyoneâs still asleep.â
And still, his fingers moved. Slow circles over your clit now, slick from both your arousal and the sweat between your thighs. Every touch was so gentle, so restrained, like he knew how close you were to unraveling and he wanted to keep you there, hovering just on the edge.
His body was trembling behind you, hips barely moving, muscles tight from holding himself back.
âIâm losing my mind,â he groaned quietly. âYouâre so soft, and you smell like sleep and sweat and sexâI canât stop touching you.â
You felt his forehead press to your shoulder again, skin hot, damp, sticking there. His breath came fast now, shallow, like he was the one getting touched. Like he was falling apart just from feeling you squirm in his arms.
Another droplet rolled down your chest, slipping between your breasts. You were soaked. You both were. Your bodies were wrapped up in each other like there was no air between them, like you were the only place he wanted to be, no matter how stifling it got.
And then his fingers dipped lower again, sliding through your folds with a slow, slick sound, the kind that made your whole body tense and your teeth clamp down on the pillow to stop the gasp rising in your throat.
âYouâre dripping,â he whispered. âI havenât even fucked you yet and youâre already dripping, baby.â
You tried to breathe through it, through the pressure building and the heat and his voice in your ear and the sweat that just wouldnât stop beading at your temple.
âI wanna taste you,â he murmured, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. âWanna get between your thighs and feel how wet you are on my tongue, but I donât think I can wait that long.â
You whimpered again, muffled, your thighs shaking slightly as his fingers circled your clit again, firmer this time. The air was thick with your shared breath, the sound of skin on skin, and the stifled moans you couldnât quite keep down.
And still, your family was asleep just down the hall.
You were burning, shaking, soaking through your underwear with him whispering filth into your ear and touching you like it was the last thing heâd ever get to do.
Euijooâs hand moved with a kind of frantic slowness â like he wanted to take his time, but his body wouldnât let him. His fingers kept sliding through your folds, sticky with sweat and slick, smearing the mess across your skin with every stroke. The heat in the room was unbearable now, a pressure pressing down on both of you, thick and wet, turning every breath into steam.
You were barely holding on.
His forehead pressed into your shoulder again, damp hair sticking to your skin, his lips dragging open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your neck, wet and hungry. Every part of him was sweating, his chest against your back, his hand between your legs, his cock twitching against the curve of your ass, leaving a dark patch of precum on his boxers.
âGod, youâre so fucking wet,â he whispered, voice hoarse and desperate. âI canâtâfuck, I need you.â
His fingers slipped a little as he circled your clit again, too slick to stay steady, and he let out a frustrated breath, then did it again, slower, more deliberate. You could feel his palm now, hot and damp, pressing messily into you with every movement.
âYouâre driving me insane,â he breathed. âYou feel so good, baby. So soft, so wet. I canât stop touching you. I canât stop.â
You whimpered again, and he groaned into your neck, like just the sound of your breath was enough to ruin him.
Your body jerked slightly when he slid two fingers inside, the stretch slow but so slippery it made your thighs shake. The slick sound of it filled the quiet room, obscene and impossible to ignore. You bit down hard on your bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as he curled his fingers inside you, searching for that spot with clumsy, desperate precision.
âFuckâfeel that?â he muttered. âYouâre sucking me in. So tight. So wet. I canât believe Iâm not inside you yet.â
His hand trembled slightlyâactually trembledâand when he pulled back just to push in again, deeper this time, his wrist knocked against your thigh with a wet smack. You knew your inner thighs were slick now, not just from arousal but from sweat, from the heat, from him grinding against you like he couldnât help it.
You could hear him nowâpanting, breathless and needy behind you, every sound a low whimper or half-bitten moan, like he was the one getting touched.
âIâm so fucking hard,â he choked out, rutting against you again. âI donâtâfuck, I donât think I can last if I donât get inside you soon.â
You barely managed a whisper.
âEuijooâŠâ before he groaned again and kissed the side of your neck, messy and hot, dragging his tongue over a bead of sweat that had rolled down to your collarbone.
His pace picked up, fingers thrusting into you a little harder now, the angle desperate and rough, but still wrapped in the slow rhythm of someone who didnât want it to end.
âYou feel that?â he murmured again, his voice wrecked. âFeel how wet youâve made me?â
You could. His boxers were soaked, sticking to your ass every time he rolled his hips, and his chest was pressed tight to your back, so hot and slick that your bodies felt like one melting, heaving thing.
And still, his fingers moved. Soaking in the heat and the mess and the need. Desperate. Sloppy.
His fingers slowed inside you, dragging out slowly with a wet sound that made your cheeks burn. Your thighs instinctively clenched, chasing the friction, but Euijoo only groaned under his breath and kissed your shoulder again, lazy and wet, lips sticking to your sweat-slicked skin.
You were still panting, your chest rising and falling with the weight of the heat and the ache heâd left behind. Your body was trembling, sticky with sweat, clinging to his.
His hand moved, fingers gliding up your stomach, smearing slick and sweat across your skin until he reached your lips. You opened your eyes just as he pressed the pads of his fingers to your mouthâshiny, soaked in you, warm from your heat and his.
âOpen,â he whispered, voice rough and low and so close to breaking. âTaste how sweet you are.â
You hesitated for only a breath before parting your lips, letting him press the fingers past them, slow and deliberate. The taste hit your tongue immediatelyâsalty and musky and yoursâand the second your lips closed around him, Euijoo shuddered behind you.
âFuck,â he breathed, eyes fluttering half shut. âThatâs so hot. Youâre so fucking hot.â
His other hand gripped your waist tighter, sweat-slick palm sliding just slightly on your skin. You sucked gently, slowly, letting your tongue swirl over his fingers, savoring the way he groaned into your neck, breath shaky and uneven.
âJust like that,â he said softly. âYouâre perfect, doll. So good for me.â
You pulled back with a quiet pop, and his fingers slipped from your mouth, glistening now with a mix of your slick and your spit. He stared down at you, wrecked and flushed, hair wet and sticking to his forehead, chest heaving against your back.
You barely had a second to catch your breath before Euijoo was moving again, pulling his hand from between your thighs, dragging it up your body, over your stomach, across the slick curve of your ribs.
Then his fingers hooked into the hem of your tank top.
âLift your arms, baby,â he murmured, voice low and full of want. âLet me see you.â
You obeyed, dazed and flushed, and he tugged the thin fabric up, slow and unhurried, baring more of your damp skin inch by inch. Your top clung where the sweat had soaked through, peeling off with a soft, sticky sound. When it was finally over your head and tossed to the side, the humid air hit your bare chest, making your nipples tighten instantly.
Euijoo groanedâactually groanedâat the sight.
âFuck. Look at you,â he breathed. His eyes roamed across your chest like he didnât know where to touch first. âYouâre dripping. Youâre so sweaty, baby. I love it.â
And then he devoured you.
His mouth found your breast, hot and open and hungry, lips closing around your nipple with a wet, desperate moan. He sucked hard, tongue swirling over the sensitive bud, and the noise you made was barely a whisper, but your hips bucked.
You were soaked, sweat and arousal mixing between your thighs, your skin slippery everywhere he touched. His hands gripped your waist, trying to steady himself, but they kept sliding, palms wet, fingers trembling from need.
He moved to your other breast, nipping gently, then kissing away the sting. His breath was ragged, shaky, like he couldnât breathe properly unless his mouth was on your skin.
âYou taste like sweat,â he panted, tongue dragging down your chest, âand summer and you.â
You whimpered under him, your hands sliding into his hair, fingers threading through the damp strands at the nape of his neck. He was soakedâhis forehead, his temples, the back of his neckâand his mouth was everywhere, kissing a path down your body like he was worshipping the heat that clung to you.
Then he shifted, kissed your stomach, licked a bead of sweat that had trailed down your navel. His hands slid lower, hooked under your thighs, and thenâ
He settled between your legs.
He pushed your legs apart slowly, reverently, groaning when he saw the mess between them. Your panties were damp, nearly see-through from sweat and slick, and he pressed a hot kiss to the inside of your thigh before speaking again, voice low, gravelly, wrecked.
âIâm gonna make you feel so good,â he whispered, nuzzling closer, tongue dragging along your inner thigh. âI donât care how sweaty you are. I want it. I want all of you.â
And when he licked you through your underwearâslow, filthy, and needyâyou nearly cried out, biting your hand to keep quiet.
Your breath caught as Euijoo mouthed over the damp fabric of your panties again, hot, open-mouthed, wet. He groaned into you, tongue dragging slow and heavy over the soaked spot, and you felt the sound vibrate through your core.
âFuck, princessâ he whispered, almost to himself. âI can feel you through theseâcan taste you.â
His fingers curled around the waistband, and you lifted your hips for him, body trembling. He peeled your panties down slow, reverent, sticky from how soaked they were. They clung to your folds before slipping free, and he let them drop somewhere off the side of the bed without even looking.
And then he looked at you.
Not at your face, at your cunt.
Eyes dark, lips parted, sweat shining on his flushed skin, and when he exhaled, it was a shaky, wrecked breath.
âGod,â he said, almost reverently. âYouâre perfect.â
No teasing. No hesitation. Just tongue â hot, slick, eager â flattening against you, licking one long, slow stripe through your folds before circling your clit in slow, shaking strokes. He moaned when he tasted you properly, grinding his hips into the mattress below like he couldnât take it.
You threw a hand over your mouth, eyes wide, body locking up at the sheer intensity of it.
He was soaking now, his hair stuck to his forehead, temples slick, sweat dripping from his jaw onto the inside of your thigh. His hands gripped your legs tighter, sliding slightly from the heat and mess, but he held you open, anchored to you like this was the only place he ever wanted to be.
His tongue moved slow, then fast, then slower, drawing tight circles around your clit, then flicking it gently, rhythm messy and needy like he couldnât decide what would make you fall apart faster.
Every few seconds he pulled back to catch his breath, panting hard, cheeks flushed red. Then heâd dive right back in, groaning, licking, devouring you like the taste of you was everything heâd ever needed.
You felt his voice more than you heard it, low vibrations against your soaked skin.
âSo sweet,â he murmured. âI could stay here all day.â
Your thighs trembled around his head, your body arching up, sweat slicking every inch of skin between you. You felt him press messy kisses to your clit, slow and open-mouthed, hands roaming your hips with desperate reverence, like he needed every part of you under his palms.
When his tongue slipped lowerâdown to your entrance, insideâyou almost sobbed into your fist, the noise muffled but your body giving you away.
âYou taste so good like this,â he whispered, licking back up through your folds, âso messy and hot and mine.â
Your hand was still pressed over your mouth, but your hips gave you away â twitching, bucking, grinding helplessly into Euijooâs face as his mouth worked you over like he was starving. And maybe he was. The way he moaned into your pussy, low, wrecked sounds that vibrated through your whole body, made it feel like he needed this more than air.
His tongue was everywhere. Messy, relentless, greedy. Licking through your folds like he couldnât get enough, sucking your clit with wet, filthy noises that had your eyes rolling back.
You couldnât keep your thighs still. Couldnât keep quiet either, every time his tongue slipped a little lower or he moaned into your heat, something soft and helpless escaped your lips, half-strangled into your palm.
âF-fuck, Euijooââ you breathed, barely audible, like your lungs couldnât hold enough air. âYouâreâgonna make meââ
âDo it,â he panted against you, his voice cracked and drunk and gone. âCome for me. Please. Please, baby, come on my mouth, I need itââ
His face was soaked, chin slick, lips shiny, hair stuck to his forehead in damp strands. Sweat dripped down his neck, tracing his spine, and his hips rutted softly into the mattress like he couldnât help it.
His tongue didnât stop.
He sucked your clit again, rough and slow and needy, then licked back down, deeper, dragging the flat of his tongue over your entrance before slipping inside. He moaned as you clenched around him â a full-body, fucked-out moan like he was tasting heaven.
âCanât stop,â he mumbled, slurring the words into your skin. âYouâre so goodâfuckâyou taste so fucking good, babyââ
You were sweating, panting, toes curling into the sheets. The heat, the pressure, the way his hands gripped your thighs to keep you still â it was all too much. Your whole body was trembling, wet and sticky and his, as he devoured you like a man possessed.
When his thumb reached up and circled your clit in time with his tongue inside you, you broke.
Your back arched, body locking tight, your cry muffled against your hand as you came â hard, and hot, and wet â against his mouth.
And Euijoo didnât let go.
He groaned, drinking it in, messy and unashamed, like your orgasm was something sacred. His tongue kept moving, slower now, gentler, but still so greedy â licking you clean, moaning through it, lips slick and swollen.
When you finally sagged into the mattress, chest heaving and thighs twitching, he pulled back just enough to kiss your thigh â slow and sloppy â before resting his cheek against it.
Hair a mess. Lips swollen. Eyes glassy.
And when he looked up at you, breathless and flushed, he smiled like he was drunk.
âBest thing Iâve ever tasted,â he whispered, voice rough with heat and love and lust.
Euijoo rested his cheek on your thigh for a moment, still panting, still dazed. His lips were swollen and shiny, and when he blinked up at you, it was like he wasnât even fully back in his body yet.
Then he moved â slow, heavy, like every inch of him was weighted with heat and hunger. He crawled up over you, dragging his damp body along yours, the sweat between you making your skin stick together. You could feel the heat radiating off him â from his chest, his stomach, the hard length of him pressing hot against your hip.
He leaned in to kiss you, and you let him. Let him press his mouth to yours, slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours so you could taste the salt and the slick heâd just pulled from you. You moaned softly, hips twitching up into his, and he shuddered.
âI need you,â he breathed, voice rough, lips brushing yours. âNeed you on top of me, baby. Wanna feel all of you. Slow, messy⊠I donât care how hot it is.â
Your thighs were still trembling, but the second you shifted beneath him, wrapping your arms around his back, rolling your hips up, he groaned like he was in pain.
âYouâre so hard,â you whispered against his mouth, and he nodded, frantic, forehead dropping to your shoulder.
âBeen hard for you since you walked back into the room,â he confessed, breath shaking. âSweaty and flushed and mineâI couldnât think straight.â
You kissed his temple, your fingers running through his hair â soaked now, the strands clinging to your palm, and then you pushed gently at his chest. He rolled onto his back, breath catching when you straddled his hips.
His hands gripped your thighs, sliding up slowly, shakily, fingers slipping on your damp skin. You were soaked, hot, aching, and when you reached down to wrap your hand around him â thick and twitching and leaking against your fingers â he choked out a sound that made your stomach clench.
You sank down slowly, both of you gasping as the heat between your bodies surged, sticky and slick and unbearable. The stretch made you whimper, and Euijooâs hands flew to your hips, holding you like youâd disappear if he let go.
âOh my god,â he groaned, head falling back against the pillow, sweat trickling down his neck. âYou feelâfuck, you feel too good.â
You started to move, slow, rolling grinds of your hips, your thighs sticking to his, the sheets beneath you completely soaked now. The sun had climbed higher through the window, light spilling over both of you in gold, and the air felt thick, like it had weight, like even breathing was heavy.
And stillâhe looked at you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.
âRide me, baby,â he pleaded, voice hoarse. âTake your time. Make me feel all of it.â
You leaned down, kissed the sweat off his jaw, your bodies sticking and sliding together, and started to move again â slow and deep, letting him feel every second of it.
His moans were breathless, high and shaky, fingers digging into your hips, dragging you down harder, messier, needier every time.
âIâm not gonna last,â he gasped, eyes fluttering. âYouâre so wetâso hotâfuck, Iâm gonna come just like thisââ
You moved slowly, hips rolling with the rhythm of your breath, your slick skin dragging across his with every grind. The sweat made everything slippery â your thighs, his stomach, the sheets underneath you already soaked through. The room felt unbearably hot, air heavy and thick, and the only sounds were your ragged breathing, the wet slap of your hips meeting his, and the occasional soft moan you couldnât keep in.
His eyes fluttered every time you sank down on him, mouth open, chest rising and falling too fast. His hair was damp against the pillow, strands sticking to his temples, and his cheeks were flushed bright pink, sweat dripping down the curve of his jaw.
âGodâfuckâbabyââ he gasped, head tipping back as you grinded down harder, slower, keeping him deep.
He was so deep inside you. Every inch, every pulse, right there, and the more you moved, the more wrecked he got. His fingers flexed around your hips, trying not to grip too hard, but he couldnât help it. He was shaking.
âCanâtâcanât hold it,â he panted, brows scrunched, eyes locked on where your bodies met. âYou feel so good, fuckâ
You leaned down to kiss him, swallowing his moan, your hands sliding through his damp hair. You moved again, slow and deliberate, grinding until you felt him twitch inside you.
High and breathless, like he was about to fall apart.
His body jerked, his hips lifting helplessly as he gasped your name like he was drowning. His release spilled deep inside you, thick and hot and endless, his arms wrapping around you so tightly it felt like he was trying to melt into you. His thighs trembled under yours, his whole body tense and trembling.
You kept moving â slow and steady, grinding through it, pulling more from him even as he whimpered against your shoulder.
âF-fuckâbaby, Iâoh my godâ
His hips still lifted, just barely, like even overwhelmed and overstimulated, he needed more. Needed all of you.
But he didnât slow down.
Even as he twitched through it, gasping into your skin, he kept moving â dragging your hips against his, slow but forceful, refusing to let you pull away. His cock was still buried inside you, still hard, overstimulated and throbbing, but his hands only gripped you tighter.
âDonât get off me,â he muttered, voice dark and breathless against your shoulder. âNot yet. Youâre gonna come like this.â
âEuijooââ you gasped, back arching. âYou just cameââ
âI donât care,â he cut you off, a groan breaking through his teeth. âNeed to feel you come. Need to feel you lose it on my cock.â
He sat up a little, chest to chest now, sweat slick between your bodies. His palms slid up your back, firm and hot, one hand tangling in your hair while the other gripped your ass, guiding your movements as he rocked you over him.
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. âYouâre gripping me so goodâfuck, baby, come on.â
You whimpered, your thighs shaking around him, every nerve in your body lit up from the heat and the pressure and the way he owned your pace now. He rolled his hips up into you, matching your rhythm, dragging you down to meet every thrust, each one just a little rougher.
Every time you tried to slow down, catch your breath, he pushed you back into it â harder, deeper, his breath hitting your mouth in hot, heavy pants.
âYou feel this?â he rasped, eyes locked on yours. âFeel how wet you are? How full you are?â
You nodded, barely able to think, your head spinning.
âThatâs mine,â he growled softly, jaw clenched, one hand sliding down to rub tight circles over your clit. âThatâs all mine. Now give it to me. Come for me, babyâcome now.â
The pressure hit you like fire.
You cried out, lips parting in a silent gasp, your whole body locking down as the orgasm tore through you. You clenched around him hard, shaking in his lap, and Euijoo groaned â low and possessed, like the feel of you coming on him was the only thing keeping his soul in his body.
âF-fuck, there it is,â he gasped, hips jerking up into you, helpless. âGood girl. Good fucking girlâride it outââ
You collapsed against his chest, gasping into the space between his neck and shoulder, trembling through the comedown. His arms wrapped tight around you, holding you close, not letting you go â not even when your bodies stopped moving.
Just the two of you, skin to skin, panting in the quiet morning heat. His cock still inside you, his hands still roaming over your back, like he couldnât bear to stop touching you.
You didnât know how long you laid there after â still straddling him at first, his chest rising and falling under yours, both of you slick with sweat and breathless. Your thighs were trembling, your skin damp and sticky against his, but the weight of him still inside you, the way his arms were wrapped around your waist like you might disappear â it was perfect.
Eventually, he shifted, slow and gentle, rolling with you until your back hit the mattress and he settled beside you. Not far , never far. His leg was slung over yours, one arm under your head, the other stretched across your belly, palm warm and heavy.
The sheets stuck to your skin, and the pillowcase under your cheek was damp, but Euijoo didnât seem to mind. His eyes were soft when he looked at you, that warm, half-drunk kind of dazed, like he couldnât quite believe you were real.
Then he leaned in and pressed his mouth to your shoulder. A kiss â slow, lingering â followed by another. And another. Then lower, to the edge of your collarbone, then down between your breasts, each one softer than the last.
âIâm sweaty,â you whispered, teasing. âDisgusting.â
âYouâre perfect,â he corrected instantly, kissing the swell of your breast, then the side of your ribs. âCould stay right here forever.â
His lips traveled across your chest â warm, open-mouthed kisses on every inch he could reach. He nuzzled his face against your skin like a cat, humming softly, his voice all sweet and sleep-slurred.
âI canât stop touching you,â he confessed, lifting his head just enough to look at you, his expression soft and full of wonder. âLike Iâll wake up and thisâll all be a dream if I let go.â
You turned to kiss him â slow, lazy, your lips just barely moving over his. His hand came up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. He kissed you like he had all day, like there was no rush at all, like heâd still be kissing you long after the sun had set.
The air was still thick with heat, your skin still buzzing, but with Euijoo curled around you like that â clinging to you, kissing every inch, whispering soft, sleepy praise against your chest.
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