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⤷ in which your hot coworker catches you staring and does something about it.
nsfw! coworkers, workplace romance, office sex, janitor's closet, semi-public sex/risk of being caught, p in v, size difference, air sex/standing missionary/being picked up, creampie, wc: ~2.4k
working in the office was easily the most boring thing you’ve ever done. the numbing fluorescent lights, the constant mechanical printer sounds, all of it.
which would’ve been unbearable, if your coworker park seeun weren’t so hot.
and today, you had heard him before you saw him, his slow footsteps, crisp loafers clicking against the tile. you didn’t look up at first, fingers still hovering over your keyboard, pretending to care very deeply about the spreadsheet on your monitor.
then he passed your desk. and holy hell, your heart stopped momentarily.
seeun always looked good. but this? this was ridiculous.
you stared. openly. shamelessly.
his suit was charcoal gray with thin white pinstripes, and god, it did absolutely nothing to help your concentration. the jacket hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, the fabric stretching just enough when he moved. it tapered neatly at his waist, emphasizing every line of him in a way that felt very unprofessional to notice. his tie sat crisp against his shirt, and his hair slightly ruffled like he’d run a hand through it without thinking.
seeun was already tall, the unfair kind of tall that made everyone else in the office seem slightly misproportioned by comparison, but the suit somehow made it worse. it looked less like office attire and more like a deliberate attack on your ability to think straight.
“morning.” his voice snapped you back into your body.
you hesitated slightly, eyes flying up, only to find him already looking at you. there was the faintest hint of amusement in his expression, but enough to make heat creep into your cheeks.
“m-morning,” you managed.
his gaze lingered a second too long. not obvious enough for anyone else to notice, but you felt the slow drag of his eyes and the tiny pause before he continued walking.
your stomach flipped.
you tried to work, but concentration was impossible when your brain kept replaying the way he confidently walked around the office like he was a model. and by the time you stood to grab a document from the printer, you were still flustered wondering if you'd only imagined him staring at you in that moment or if he really had.
and of course seeun was there too, standing by the printer, sleeves pushed up just slightly, tie loosened now. it was like the universe placed him here specifically to torment you.
the machine whirred between you. you stood there quietly, looking anywhere but him. he looked down at you, eyes slightly squinted. your pulse jumped.
“you okay?” he asked. too casually. too knowingly.
“fine,” you said quickly. then, because your mouth had apparently declared war on your dignity- “you just… look really good today.”
seeun blinked once slowly, then the corner of his lip lifted. your heart thudded painfully against your ribs as you realized far too late what you had just admitted.
“really good?” he repeated quietly. you could tell he was amused.
your throat went dry. “i mean, your suit– it’s just–”
“hm?”
“you clean up well.”
a low chuckle escaped him, “that's not what you were going to say.”
your eyes flickered away again. “i don't know what you're talking about.”
“no?” his brows lifted. “because you've been staring at me since I walked in.”
heat shot straight to your cheeks. “i have not.”
he tilted his head, studying you, “you looked me up and down three times before i even sat down.”
your mouth fell open, “i-i wasn't—”
"you were.”
his smile wasn't cocky. somehow, that made it worse. it was calculated and certain.
“so,” he said, taking one slow step closer, “tell me what you were really going to say.”
your pulse hammered. this was definitely against company policy.
“i was just saying the suit looks nice. n-nothing more."
“the suit?”
“yes.”
“that's funny.” his eyes met yours, “because it didn't sound like you were complimenting the suit.”
you couldn't think. couldn't breathe. his gaze lingered on your face for another second before dropping briefly to your lips. then, without another word, his fingers closed gently around your wrist.
“come here.”
before your brain could catch up, he was already dragging you down the hallway, past desks and meeting rooms and coworkers who gave you two suspicious looks. your pulse was pounding.
he took you to the janitor’s closet, opened the door, and pulled you inside. the space was cramped and dimly lit. shelves lined the walls, stocked with paper towels, bottles, folded rags. the door clicked shut, and the sound echoed.
seeun didn’t move away. he only stepped closer.
your breath stuttered. “you can’t just–”
"you look good today too... pisses me off..."
he let out a soft breath, something between a scoff and a laugh, and leaned in just slightly, enough that you could feel the warmth of him.
“you make it hard not to stare at you too.”
his hand slid from your wrist, fingers trailing slowly, deliberately, until they rested against your waist. your thoughts scattered completely.
“seeun…” you whispered. and the way his name left your mouth, made his chest flutter. the air felt suddenly too thin. his gaze dropped to your lips, then back to your eyes.
his lips were on yours without warning. his big hands, still gripped on your waist, pushed you forwards until your back was on the door. he reached behind you and locked it. his hands kept roaming your ass, your thighs, your tits, your neck–
you began through strained breaths, “are you sure this is a good idea? what if someone–?”
“don’t act shy now. this is what you wanted. all that staring and the puppy eyes…” he shut you up with a kiss again, tongue sliding into your mouth easily. he lowered down to bury himself in your neck, arms wrapping around you and making you feel so small. he laid little kisses and licks all across your soft skin.
the wetness pooling in your panties was impossible to ignore now. a small moan escaped your lips, “oh my god.”
he leaned back slightly, smirking at you. he knew you were ready now. he stood up straight and began to unbutton his pants, and the sight alone was paralyzing. his cock sprung out, and it was bigger than you expected, – long, veiny, perfectly thick – which was saying a lot. your mouth went dry at the thought of even half of it stretching you out.
he reached forward, peeled down your pencil skirt, then parted your legs.
“you wore this knowing i’d have to sit across from you all day? fucking tease,” he sucked his teeth, "don't act so innocent."
once you were half-naked, he wasted no more time. he reached under your legs and scooped you up like you weighed nothing. he stepped forward, pushing you against the door again to hold you in place.
he lined himself up with your wet, throbbing hole. seeun kept eye-contact, head leaning back and lips slightly parting as he oh-so slowly pushed into you. your eyes rolled back, the stretching sensation overwhelming your body. it seemed to never end.
“fuck, seeun– i can’t take anymore,” you whined, legs squeezing around his waist as if it might ground you.
“you’ll get used to it. i’m barely in. just a little more…” he hummed and kept slowly inching deeper into you, making contact you didn’t even know was possible. “fuck, you’re so tight. feels so good.”
he was fully buried inside you. if he just stayed still like this, you thought you might be able to get off from the sheer warmth and heaviness alone. but of course, he began to pump into you slowly, ramming you into the door with each slow thrust. the door rattled slightly on its hinges, but neither of you cared. you could barely form a coherent thought.
“so big…” was all you could say, voice being washed away in ripples of moans.
“hm. you fit so perfectly underneath me.” he said with a growl, licking his lower lip. he didn’t even realize that he began to rut into you even harder, but kept the same tempo. he grunted against your lips, where your breath was already gone. “you like it when i tower over you like this?”
“mhmm,” you managed, eyes closing. “i love it.”
seeun was becoming more and more addicted to you with each pretty sound you gave him. he backed away from the wall, suspending you in air. he used his big hand under your ass to bounce you up and down on his cock like you were a toy. your soft boobs bounced, and your head bobbed as you felt more and more limp.
he gripped harder, fingers digging into your ass, sure to leave marks. you clenched around him reflexively, making him immediately groan out louder, “shit– keep doing that.”
of course, you did. as a reward, seeun slid one hand between your thighs. his fingers skillfully magnetized straight to your clit and rubbed circles. your breath caught, his movements sending electricity through every nerve in your body. your moans became louder and more frantic, like you were begging without words. you bent forward, digging your nails in his back, and shoved your face into his hard shoulder to suppress the sounds.
“don’t hide from me now. let me see your pretty, fucked-out face.” he grabbed your chin, pushing your head back with a snarl. you gave in, letting the sounds leave your body like there was no tomorrow as your head leaned back and bobbed with each thrust. he kept slamming his huge dick up into your pussy. the angle was making you salivate, lose your vision, curl your toes, and–
“ohmygodohmygod–” you whimpered, the heat creeping up from your core into your stomach. “i can’t take it anymore, seeun. i’m gonna– i’m gonna–”
“gonna what?” he smirked.
“come,” you said through sharp breaths
“already? that was easy.” he laughed, then leaned forward and shoved his tongue into your mouth once more. it only heightened your sensations, like he was nicotine buzzing and numbing your mouth.
“you’re just so…” your eyes trailed down to the heated spot between you two. you watched as he railed into you, your walls stretching to fit him over and over again. he was so thick, so big compared to you that you felt lightheaded.
“come for me then,” seeun demanded, “i’ll finish when i feel like it.”
your breath broke as a sharp, fragile hitch that seeun felt more than he heard. the air caught in your throat, your body tensing above him in a way that made his grip tighten instinctively.
“there you go…” he murmured quietly and definitely satisfied.
the closet seemed to narrow, the tiny space around you dissolving into nothing but him. your fingers curled reflexively against his shoulders, and your body reacted before your mind could even process it. everything tightened. every nerve suddenly exploding, every sensation amplified until it felt almost unbearable. seeun exhaled softly beneath you, but he didn’t stop.
a shudder ran through you. seeun’s hands flexed slightly, holding you securely as your climax moved through you, his gaze dark, fixed entirely on your face. watching. drinking in every tiny reaction.
“shit…” he breathed, voice rougher now, quieter, like the sight of you like this did something dangerous to his composure.
and for a brief, hazy second, nothing existed except the overwhelming rush of sensation and the way he held you through it.
“so sensitive,” he murmured, and there was something unmistakably smug in the softness of it.
but he didn’t stop. no. he kept rutting into you. the sensation didn’t fade. it deepened. another wave of electricity jolted through you as he continued with slow precision.
“not done yet. almost there–” he murmured quietly. your grip loosened against his shoulders, fingers barely holding on now, but seeun didn’t let you fall. his arms tightened instantly, holding you effortlessly as your strength drained away completely. you barely managed a breath, chest rising unevenly as exhaustion settled deep into your limbs.
“look at you…” he murmured, low and rougher now.
there was something darkly satisfied in the way he said it, his gaze dragging slowly over your face, your unfocused eyes, the way you melted so easily against him. completely spent. completely his doing.
your head tipped forward slightly, breath warm and unsteady against his collar, your body pliant in his grasp. every sensation felt dulled and hypersensitive all at once.
seeun exhaled shakily. his hands tightened on you without thinking, fingers pressing in slightly as whatever control he’d been holding onto finally started to slip.
“fuck… i’m cumming,” he strained. his head dipped, jaw tightening as the tension you’d driven into him all day broke loose.
his arms locked around you, holding you closer against his chest. his grip tightened as the wave hit him. warmth bloomed inside of you, filling you up.
for a brief moment, the tiny closet felt impossibly silent except for the uneven sound of breathing – yours soft and exhausted, his rough and slowly coming down.
then seeun relaxed just slightly. you remained limp against him, body heavy, legs weak, your weight entirely supported without effort. his chest rose and fell slowly beneath your cheek, heartbeat still faintly erratic under your ear.
“you’re unbelievable,” he murmured quietly, voice low. his hand slid slowly along your back, fingers tracing lazy circles. he very carefully and very gently lowered you to the floor. he pulled out of you slowly, your cunt practically suctioning onto him. then, you felt his hot seed spill onto your inner thighs. your legs barely cooperated, body heavy and loose with exhaustion, and seeun’s hands lingered at your waist for a second longer than necessary. you laughed quietly, and so did he.
he reached behind him and grabbed a clean rag off of the shelf, wiping off your soft skin.
your brain caught up all at once. your eyes widened. “oh my god. no.”
seeun blinked, still hazy. “what?”
“oh my god, i was so loud,” you repeated, voice sharper now, panic rising fast. “they definitely heard us.”
“…what?”
“the walls are thin,” you hissed, scrambling slightly upright despite your shaky limbs. “this is an office building, seeun. an OFFICE BUILDING.”
he stared at you. then glanced at the door. then back at you with a faint smile, “…shit.”
“we’re getting fired,” you whispered dramatically. “we’re absolutely getting fired. this is it. this is how my career ends. janitor’s closet scandal all because you looked too fucking good in that stupid tailored suit.”
seeun reached up to fix your hair sweetly, but there was a hint of amusement tugging at his mouth.
“relax. if we get fired, that just means more free time for this. you'd love that wouldn't you?” he kissed you again, softer this time. you pushed his chest, “not funny.”
⤷ in which your innocent obsession with your boyfriend's hat turns into a night neither of you saw coming.
nsfw! fem!reader, use of pet names, oral (f!recieving), p in v, protected sex yay, choking, rough sex, slight blindfolding?, nicknames/'good girl', ~2.2k words
“you should wear that hat more often,” you mentioned to yujun as your interlaced hands swing back and forth. it was almost casual, the way you said it. almost.
he smiled then looked sideways at you, “yeah?”
“mhm.”
you two were almost home after walking through the city and window shopping. chill dates like this were your favorite with him. he made everything feel easy.
“you saying i look good?”
you tryed to play it off with a shrug, like you hadn’t spent the entire walk stealing glances at him. like the way his hair was curling beneath the brim wasn’t distracting you. like you didn’t think he was the prettiest boy in the world. “maybe.”
“maybe?” he tilted his head, frowning.
you sighed dramatically. “fine. It looks… really good on you.”
“really good?”
“yujun.”
“i’m just making sure i heard you.” he said, smiling entirely too coyly for a boy who looked that sexy.
you looked away with a laugh. “it suits you, okay? like… way too much.”
mid-unlocking the door to his apartment, he froze. he glanced over his shoulder at you, taking in the pink creeping across your cheeks. one brow arched, the corner of his mouth lifting too.
he couldn’t believe a $40 hat had you acting this shy.
the door clicked open. you both slipped off your shoes habitually, hanging up your jackets and setting your bags down. you were unbuttoning your cardigan when he reached for the brim of his hat.
“wait,” you said without thinking.
he paused. “what, baby?”
“can you… leave it on?”
he nearly laughed. “you serious?”
you immediately looked away, realizing how silly you must’ve sounded, acting like you’d never seen him in a hat before.
but, in a way, it felt like you hadn’t. you couldn’t quite place your finger on it, but he just looked so radiant today. untouchable. cool. the hat was the cherry on top.
he laughed softly. his fingertips slowly released from the brim of the cap and rested at his side.
“i didn’t know you felt that strongly about baseball caps.”
you groaned, hiding your face in his shoulder. “don’t make fun of me. i find my boyfriend hot. so sue me.”
he chuckled, wrapping both arms tightly around you as you stood in the dim light of the entryway.
“i’m not making fun of you.” he smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to get a better look at you. your cheeks were pink.
“i just think it’s cute that you can’t stop looking.”
you rolled your eyes and slipped out of his embrace. “nevermind, now i’m embarassed. i’m going to get ready for bed.”
but as you were stomping away, he caught your wrist and reeled you back against his chest. he used one hand to keep you in place, the other to press his thumb against your chin.
“uh uh. keep going. tell me how much you love it. i wanna hear you say it,” he giggled.
you swallowed hard. your mouth had gone completely dry. yujun hadn’t caught on yet that you were so serious. he was teasing you, but genuinely all you could think about was him pumping into you with that hat on his head, pushing down his messy hair to cover his eyes.
“i love it. i want to see what you look like when you fuck me with it on.” you finally said, then standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. his dick twitched in his pants.
when you leaned back to look at him, his expression was priceless. a mix of shocked and impressed and instantly turned on. or in simpler terms: in love with you.
he wasted no more time. he kissed your lips frantically like he’d been waiting for this all day. he wrapped his arms around you, pressing you into his body. the more he leaned forward the deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue through your mouth, the hat began to tip.
he reached up and held it in place so it didn’t fall. he was gonna grant your wish.
the next few moments, tumbling from the doorway to his bed in a jumble of kisses and pants and licking, went by in a blur.
yujun pushed you down onto the end of the bed, holding your shoulders against the blankets as he lowered his head. he smacked messy, wet kisses down your jaw to your throat to your collarbone, his hat slowly dragging against your sensitive skin.
his hands slid down your body too, agonizingly slow, until his fingers tucked into the waistband of your pants. he tugged down hard, like he was demanding what he wanted, and tossed them to the side.
it made you gasp. your legs instinctively pressed together, but he reached between your thighs and separated them as far as they could go. you were fully exposed, dripping pussy in the air.
yujun looked up at you, eyes barely visible to you from that angle. after licking his lips, he dove between your legs tongue-first.
your back arched with the first lick. his tongue grazed between your puffed-up folds, back and forth and back and forth as if to taunt you. he knew exactly how to please you. his tongue dipped inside your hole, lapping around the inner rim and back up to your clit in rhythmic motions.
your head was tipping back as your brain turned to mush, but you fought your body; you needed to watch yujun do this like you were taking your last breath.
his arms were flexed on either side of your body, hands gripping your ribs, fingers digging. and at your core, he leaned over you, with his hat covering his head. it rested on your stomach, and moved slightly when you breathed hard.
you reached forward and spun the hat around so you could see his face clearly.
you shouldn’t have done that.
his forehead was now exposed, where his thick eyebrows were furrowing together as he focused on pleasing you. the noises you let out were louder and breathier than usual.
after licking one long stripe from bottom to top, yujun sat up on his knees. he looked at you, sprawled out in front of him, and licked your slick off his fingers deliberately, hair messy, lips glossy and parted. he was so fucking pretty, so messy all for you. you had butterflies in your stomach.
his fingers worked on his belt, slowly but surely. all you could do was watch as his chest rose up and down, watch his eyes that beamed down at you like lasers. he slide the belt from the loops and threw it somewhere behind him. next was his jeans, then his shirt, everything until he was dressed in that fucking hat and nothing else.
for once today, you weren’t staring at the intricate white embroidery of the hat or the subtle curled tips of his bangs under the brim. no, you were staring at his dick as if you’d never seen it before.
it was long, smooth, pink, and throbbing. each vein spanning across the length slightly pulsed when he wrapped his hand around it and pumped.
“what are you waiting for? take your shirt off for me,” he demanded, and you quickly obliged, throwing it off like it was poison. considering the way he was making you feel right now, you’d do anything he told you to.
“keep your eyes open. you’re gonna watch, just like you asked,” his cold fingers traced your thighs with his free hand, the other lifting a condom packet to his mouth to rip the corner off. with one skillful swipe, the condom was on. the anticipation was already getting you off.
he leveled his dick up to your entrance. he loved that your hole was already clenching, begging and ready to take him. so obedient. you reached back and grabbed the pillow behind your head for support. he thrusted forward, and your eyes immediately squeezed shut at the squeeze. pleasure.
“uh uh, what did i say? be a good girl and watch,” said yujun, who reached forward to tilt your chin up with his hand.
you nodded, “yes sir.”
“good girl.. such a good girl for me,” he repeated. his hand faltered from your chin to your neck, where his fingers found ownership over the sensitive skin there and pressed. you bit your lip, and focused on keeping your eyes on him.
his pace didn’t let up, and he thrusted into you at the perfect rhythm he knew you loved. that was the dangerous thing about him: he took note of everything you liked and did them on purpose, even when you couldn’t take it anymore.
“yujun, you’re so hot,” you breathed out, reaching forward to stroke his abdomen, small prickly hairs trickling against your hand. “i could cum just watching you- fuck!”
“yeah?” he asked, voice sweet as honey. he leaned forward, squeezing your throat tighter in his grasp, “i’ll make you cum as much as you want, princess. don’t worry. keep being good for me… taking me so well.”
yujun let go of your neck, and you felt the warmth of blood rushing through your body. instead, he reached up to remove his hat and place it on your head. the front tipped down, covering your view. now all you could see what his dick rutting into you over and over again, disappearing in your body.
he held the top of your head and fucked into you faster, faster than you knew he could. his hips worked prettily against you, rolling and slamming between your legs at the perfect pace. lewd sounds filled the air — slapping, sloshing, your whines, his moans.
“you’re so pretty like this, wearing my clothes…” he groaned. “you look so small, fuck- you’re the only one for me, baby.”
your breathing turned into wild moans and cries as you felt an orgasm build in your core. your toes were curling, belly flexing.
“yeah. doing so good. you listen so well,” his hands explored your body. with your vision limited like this, every touch was that much more electrifying. each drift of his fingertips on your skin tickled and each rut of his hips against your ass burned.
“don’t know… if i can take i-it anymore…” you sputtered out. every muscle in your body was clenching. yujun kept going.
he asked, voice light and airy, “what’s that, baby? gonna cum for me?”
“yes— yes!” your shaking hand reached up to tilt the hat back. above you, you saw him, head thrown back in pleasure. his arms were flexed and veiny as he pulled your hips into his, back straight, but hips rolling like water. his skin was glowy, partly from the tiny beads of sweat building up across his body.
and his face— you had to take a deep breath to survive his face when he looked down at you. a cocky half-smile rested on his cheeks. his eyes were half-lidded, lazily scanning over you. his cheeks were pink and plump and entirely too sweet for someone relentlessly fucking your brains out right now.
he noticed you were watching him and scoffed, still smiling. he liked that. the fire in your stomach burned brighter.
“come on, baby. just a little more… give it to me…”
your body convulsed in one big wave, and he let go too. your eyes fluttered close as you let the pleasure consume you, peppering goosebumps across your skin. your orgasm melted into short vibrations as it went on, yujun still rocking his hips into you slowly to milk out every last bit of both of your highs.
“oh my god,” you breathed out, barely able to get the words out. your heaving chest slowed until it flattened. your muscles finally were able to relax against the soft sheets.
yujun was giggling. he swiped the hat from your head and put it back on his before leaning down to kiss your warm, red cheeks and then your lips.
“did so good,” he mumbled into your mouth, “you’re perfect for me. did you enjoy the show?”
“mhm. a little too much,” you admit, perking up to place one more kiss on his cheek for yourself.
he got up to grab you a washcloth and a change of clothes. a warm fuzzy feeling still coursing though your veins, you happily laid back on the bed, just enjoying the feeling and watching your perfect boyfriend. halfway through his journey, yujun stopped in the mirror.
he adjusted the hat on his head, fixed a few hairs, and made a few faces. he then smiled and turned back to you, “maybe i should wear this hat more often.”
“are you finally realizing how good you look in it too?” you asked.
he shrugged, “that, and the fact that i’ve never seen you so turned on for me before. you look so hot when you’re cockdrunk for me.”
you shook your head against the bed, “hey, that’s not true. i’m always that turned on for you.”
he returned to the bed and laid next to you, kissing your head, “then.. should we go again? experiment without the hat this time for reference?”
“only in the name of science, huh?”
yujun nodded, “right. and definitely not just because i wanna fuck you again tonight.. and again, and again until you can’t speak…. definitely not that.”
obviously i feel very strongly about this particular hat. this is basically a fantasy of mine put into writing, so this oneshot is dedicated to me and any other yujun okay mv hat lovers ❤️
nsfw! fem!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, coming inside
the water’s already running when you step in behind him.
you just wanted to shower with your boyfriend. you meant for it to be innocent.
sort of.
seeun glances back the second he hears you, ann’s you watch the water trickle down his impossibly tall frame. he smirks like he’s already ten steps ahead of you.
“oh? joining me now?” his voice is teasing.
you cross your arms. “the hot water never lasts when you shower first.”
he hums and steps back slightly, giving you space. barely, “mhm. are you just using that as an excuse to see me wet?”
you roll your eyes, but god, it’s hard to look away. he’s… definitely right.
everything about him is unfair. i mean, he looks like that. the way the steam clings to his smooth skin. the way the water drips from his outgrown hair. the casual way he braces a hand on the tile above you so he can lean down, grinning like he knows exactly what he’s doing because he does.
“stop looking at me like that,” you mumble.
he raises a brow, smile widening, “like what?”
“like you wanna touch me.”
“you’re the one who got in here with me.” then his voice drops, husky with amusement, “if my mind wanders… that’s not my fault.”
you scoff, but he reaches out suddenly, warm palms sliding up your sides. his fingers are gentle, but firm.
“so small,” he murmurs, mock-sweet, then licks his lips. “you barely take up space in here.”
you glare. “move, i need shampoo.”
he blocks the bottle with his arm. “say please.”
you swat at him. he chuckles and moves back for you obediently.
the shower only gets messier from there. there’s steam, teasing, slipping hands. seeun’s doing everything he can to try and rile you up, and it’s working.
he ducked down just to say, close to your ear, “careful. if you keep touching me like that, the hot water’s gonna run out before i'll be done with you.”
you try to reach for the conditioner now. he moves again.
you glare, hand still outstretched. “seeun.”
he tilts his head, biting back a smirk, “yes?”
“move.”
“no.”
you step closer, half-expecting him to give in as you place your hands firm against his chest.
he doesn’t move out of the way, but he moves right into you.
his lips meet yours under the streaming water, desperately. he’d been thinking about this ever since you’d gotten in. you reach all the way up to run your hands through his soft, wet hair.
seeun moves forward, and you move back until your back hits the cold wall, lips still stuck on each others. he’s so close that your chests are grazing. and before you can even think, you feel his fingers sliding between your throbbing folds.
the moan you let out echoes, and of course, he grins at this.
he uses that as an opportunity to wrap his arms around you and hold you tight against his chest in the air, your legs wrapping around his abdomen automatically.
and right between your thighs, you feel his cock hardening.
you stare into his eyes. it’s a rare sight, having him right in front of you, instead of him having to look down or bend to meet your gaze. he’s pretty, you think for the thousandth time that day, so pretty.
he kisses you again, harder, messier, leaving sloppy kisses on your face and neck. you tip your head back to let him keep going, water pattering against both of you as his mouth trails down your throat.
his tongue flicks against your sensitive skin in a way that makes your breath hitch. one of his hands slides lower, gripping the underside of your thigh to keep you steady while the other settles at the small of your back, pressing you closer to his body until there was no space left between you at all.
“seeun—” you murmur, voice already shaky.
“mhm?” he hums against your skin, pretending he’s not doing it on purpose.
“you’re… you’re not even letting me shower.”
“oh, baby,” he chuckles, low and smug, “you knew that was never gonna happen when you stepped in here.”
the water is cascading down both your bodies, but all you can really feel is him: the firm press of his chest, the subtle flex of muscle under your hands, the slow circles his thumb is rubbing against your hip.
his hips roll forward just enough for you to feel the full length of his hard dick between your legs. the contact is slow and teasing, but it’s enough to send a shock down your spine.
“god, seeun. feels so good…”
he leans down, his breath hot against your skin. “what? i'm not even inside you yet.” he murmurs with a smirk.
then, because he’s seeun, he grinds into you again slowly like he’s testing how much teasing you can take before you give in.
his arms tighten around you, lifting you higher with a strength that makes your stomach flip. the sound of the water drowns out everything except the rush in your ears and the low, amused hum he gives when your legs squeeze tighter around him.
“that’s it,” he says softly, coaxing you, but there’s an edge of cocky satisfaction in his tone. “just hold on to me.”
your back presses to the tile, pushing you impossibly closer into him. he adjusts his grip — one large hand spread across your ass, the other braced against the wall — and then he’s slowly lowering you down onto his long cock until he bottoms out inside of you.
your head tips back with a gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.
“fuck—seeun—”
he watches your face like it’s the only thing worth seeing. “mmm, you feel so good. taking me so well.”
his height gave him the leverage to hit deeper than you’re ready for, but he keeps his movements steady, letting you adjust while his smirk never wavers.
he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, “look at me,” he murmurs, voice low, “you’re mine. so beautiful.”
and he means it. he's holding you exactly where he wants you, every movement perfectly in control until you’re trembling and gasping against his mouth.
your fingers clutch at his wet hair, your knees tightening around his waist with every deep thrust. the steam makes everything feel heavier, hotter, like the air itself is pressing down on you, and the sound of the water is drowned out by the sharp slap of skin against skin.
“fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, the words breaking on a thrust that makes you gasp. “doing so good, baby.”
your head tips back against the tile, but his mouth follows — kissing, biting, tasting the drops of water that run down your neck. his pace builds, deliberate but rough, his hips rolling up into you until you can barely catch your breath.
you’re almost there, just on the edge of euphoria. seeun's smirk grows when he realizes it.
“there it is,” he says lowly, making your stomach twist, “don’t you dare hold back.”
you don’t. your orgasm hits hard, shuddering through you in waves that make your voice break, your nails dragging down his back as your thighs tighten helplessly around him.
seeun groans at the feel of your walls clenching wildly around him, his thrusts growing erratic, harder, deeper, until he’s burying himself inside you and spilling into you as he lets out a low, breathless curse into your ear.
he stays there for a moment, chest pressed to yours, breathing hard.
finally, he leans back just enough to look down at you, grin lazy but satisfied. “there's still hot water. round two?”
