summary hiding in the bathroom until sehun falls asleep seemed like a foolproof plan to save yourself from your honeymoon night but he is patient, awake, and waiting to show how he can't enough of his wife.
pairing husband!sehun x virgin wife! reader
warning mdni, smut, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, mentions of blood
wc 4k of pure smut
a/n requested! this was kind of late haha i kept procastinating this sorry,i need just one word to describe sehun #daddy
playlist i got love by taeyeon, underwater by red velvet, love beyond by haechan, trampoline by red velvet—irene&seulgi, nobody knows by kiss of life.
heading back to the penthouse your husband had rented for the honeymoon, you sat quietly beside sehun in the car. his hand rested gently over your thigh, while the city lights blurred past the windows. your heart pounded against your ribs, anticipation making you unusually nervous. it was obvious what turn things were going to take when you reach at home.
you glanced at him, sehun noticed your nervous expression and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. "you okay?" you nodded, taking a quiet breath. "...yeah" He didn’t look back at you, but his thumb moved on your thigh.
it started slow. a deliberate, dragging friction against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. he rubbed the pad of his thumb back and forth, a maddeningly lazy rhythm sending tiny sparks of electricity racing up your spine.
you swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, but you turned your head to face him. you gave him a soft smile, a tentative offering of submission that he accepted with a slight, with a subtle curl of his lips. his eyes remained on the road, but the pressure of his hand increased, just enough to let you know he was acutely aware of the effect he had on you.
the car slowed to a gentle halt as sehun pulled up to the private entrance of the high-rise. he opened your door himself, extending a hand to help you out. you took it, your fingers sliding against his, and he pulled you up with a force that brought you crashing against his chest for a fleeting second before he steadied you, a grin playing on his lips.
he was suspiciously clingy as you walked toward the elevators. usually, he maintained a respectful distance in public, a cool aloofness that he dropped only in private. tonight, that mask was gone. his arm stayed wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his side as you walked.
he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, "you're so gorgeous, y'know that?" you just laughed it off.
of course he was possessive of you before you even got married, but this was different; this was a raw, unfiltered need that didn't care about an audience.
the elevator ride was a blur of mirrored walls and rising numbers. he crowded you against the back panel, his hands roaming freely over your hips, "hun, stop it—" his gaze dark and fixed on your mouth. "why?" a chuckle escaped his mouth, "are you shy?" his tone was sardonic.
when the doors finally chimed open, revealing the expanse of the penthouse, he didn't let you walk. he guided you with a firm grip on your waist past the floor-to-ceiling windows and the untouched champagne on ice.
the moment the front door clicked shut, sealing out the rest of the world, his resistant broke. sehun didn't wait for the bedroom, he didn't wait for you to catch your breath. he latched onto you, his hands gripping your waist with a bruising intensity as he guided you backward.
your legs hit the edge of the plush living room couch, and momentum took over. you both fell onto the cushions, the expensive leather creaking under the combined weight of your bodies.
you landed on your back, the breath driven from your lungs in a sharp gasp, but before you could recover, he was there. his body covered yours, heavy and demanding, trapping you against the soft cushioning.
his lips found yours, not gentle, but with the desperate hunger of a man starved. it was a crushing kiss, his mouth slanting over yours, swallowing your sounds as his tongue pushed past your lips.
your tongues tangled, a wet, slick slide that tasted of mint and the lingering sweetness of the wine at dinner. you moaned into his mouth, your hands moving instinctively to his shoulders, pulling him down closer, needing to eliminate every inch of space between you.
your body was trapped between his long legs, one of his knees wedging itself firmly between your thighs, forcing them apart. the position was vulnerable, exposing, and it sent a rush of liquid heat pooling in your core.
your fingers ran through his hair, threading through the soft, dark strands and tugging gently, drawing out a groan from him. he broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck in sharp, teasing nips that made you arch your back.
you pressed your palms flat against his chest, halting him before things went further. "uh, let's wash up first…?" the words came out soft, almost seeking permission rather than giving direction. sehun blinked once, then twice, before nodding. "want to shower together?" his voice was low and rough, eyes heavy with lust as they locked onto yours.
your fingers traced his jaw, thumb brushing his skin. "you should go first. it'll be quicker." he exhaled sharply through his nose and stood, the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants, unmistakable and rigid. he didn't complain, just gave you a small nod and headed toward the bathroom.
the sight of him walking away with that obvious erection made guilt twist in your stomach. he knew you were a virgin. he'd always respected that boundary, never pushing past what you allowed. you'd promised him everything on your honeymoon night, but right now your nerves were winning.
you sighed and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge with your hands clenched into fists. the shower started running. minutes later, sehun stepped out with water still dripping from his hair, a towel slung low around his hips. his lean torso glistened, every line of muscle on display.
heat pooled low in your belly at the sight, but you stood quickly, eyes darting away. "i'll be quick," you mumbled, then hurried into the bathroom before he could respond. the door clicked shut behind you. your breath came fast, heart hammering against your ribs as you stared down at your feet, trying to steady yourself.
your heart hammered against your ribs as you leaned against the bathroom door, breath coming in shallow bursts. the image of sehun standing there in nothing but a towel clung to your mind—water sliding down the ridges of his chest, the way the fabric hung low on his hips, barely hiding what strained beneath. heat pulsed between your legs, but the knot of nerves in your stomach refused to loosen.
you stripped quickly, stepping under the spray. the water was warm, but it did nothing to soothe the storm raging inside you. you wanted him. god, you wanted him so badly it felt like a physical ache—a ghostly reminder of a boundary you refused to cross remained in your mind.
as you washed, your fingers brushed over your sensitive skin, each touch an unintentional provocation that only reminded you of how dangerously close you’d come to giving in on the couch. lost in a haze of longing and guilt, you decided to linger.
you hoped that by the time you finally stepped out, sehun would be fast asleep, sparing you from the tension that threatened to snap. you took your time, slowly rinsing your hair and scrubbing your body, letting the minutes bleed into forty. plenty of time, you told yourself.
when you finally unlocked the door, you nudged it open just a crack, peering out to see if the room was dark and silent. your eyes darted across the space, but he wasn't where he should be. a small frown creased your forehead as you stepped out fully, a single towel wrapped tightly around your body, clinging to your damp skin.
as you turned, you realized sehun was still awake—and he had been waiting for you. he had been sitting on the edge of the bed, hidden from your initial line of sight. your blood ran cold as your eyes met.
"oh?" you muttered, the sound barely a whisper. he stood up slowly, his hair dry and his frame draped in deep silk pajamas that shimmered under the dim lights. "you took your sweet time, didn't you?"
his voice was low, vibrating with an intensity that made your knees weak. you instinctively took a step backward, your grip on the towel tightened. "i was just..."
you looked down, unable to withstand the heat of his gaze, which remained fixated on you with a hunger that told you he knew exactly why you had stayed in that shower for so long.
"if you don't want to do it, you could have just told me." he closed the distance between you in a few slow, deliberate strides. as he leaned in, his breath fanned over your damp skin, sending a violent shiver racing down your spine.
"no, it's not that..." you stammered, your eyes dropping to the floor as you scrambled for an excuse. "i just...i thought you'd be sleeping by now." your voice had grown soft, almost fragile. suddenly, you were hyper-aware of everything; the way the damp towel clung to your body , the scent of your soap, and the intensity of his gaze tracing every inch of you.
"you thought i was asleep?" a dark, knowing grin spread across his lips. "why? are you scared?" you snapped your head up, shaking it frantically. "i know i told you that i'd—"
sehun let out a sharp huff, cutting you off. his hand reached out, fingers sliding into your wet hair and gripping gently, sending fresh chills rushing through your body. the contact was electric, grounding you and unraveling you all at once.
"if you don't want to do it, let's not," he stated clearly. his voice was steady, his eyes holding a look of genuine sincerity that should have made you feel safe but the heat coiling deep in your stomach; the pulsing, desperate ache between your thighs suggested something entirely different. your body was betraying your promise, screaming for the very thing he was offering to forgo.
"no." you mustered every ounce of courage you possessed, looking directly into his eyes. "i want to do it," you whispered, your voice trembling. "but i'm scared." your eyebrows knit together, a flicker of vulnerability crossing your face. "i'm scared... what if you don't enjoy it with me? or what if i feel—"
sehun scoffed sharply, a sound of pure disbelief as if your doubt had personally offended him. "are you kidding me?"
he didn't waste another second. in one swift, decisive motion, he reached out and ripped away the only barrier remaining between you. the towel plummeted to the floor, leaving you completely exposed in the dim light. your hands flew up instinctively to conceal your bare chest, but he was already moving.
he lunged forward, his large, warm hands slamming against your damp, cooling skin. one hand clamped firmly around your waist, hauling you flush against his hard frame, while the other seized your breast, squeezing with a possessive intensity that stole the breath from your lungs.
he crashed his lips against yours. he kissed you like a starved man, his tongue demanding entry with a raw, desperate hunger. there was more need in this kiss than you had felt before—a passionate, overwhelming surge that swept away your fears and replaced them with a blinding, white-hot desire.
sehun hoisted you up in one fluid motion, and you instinctively locked your legs around his waist, clinging to him. your wet core pressed firmly against the luxurious fabric of his pajamas, the moisture quickly seeping through the silk, marking him with your own arousal. your fingers tangled deep into his soft hair, pulling him closer as you kissed him back with a feverish, desperate passion.
his grip on your waist was punishing, his fingers digging into your skin with a bruising intensity that only fueled the fire between you. with a low growl, he carried you the short distance to the bed and threw you back against the mattress. he was gentle enough not to hurt you, but the suddenness of the fall left you breathless and open.
he didn't waste a heartbeat before he was over you, his mouth descending on your neck. he began suckling and nibbling at the tender flesh, his teeth grazing you just enough to make you gasp. he was marking you—claiming you as his wife with a primal territoriality (naega wolf awooo saranghaeyo). vivid pink and purple bruises began to bloom across your neck and jawline, permanent stamps of his possession.
soft, broken whimpers escaped your lips, the sounds echoing in the quiet room. hearing your surrender only swelled his ego; a small, triumphant grin played on his lips as he felt you tremble beneath him.
slowly, he trailed his lips downward, his tongue tracing a wet path over your collarbone until he reached your breasts. he let out a low moan of approval, his mouth closing over one peak. he began biting and swirling his tongue around your hardened nipples, teasing the sensitive tips until you were arching your back, begging for more.
while his mouth worked tirelessly on one breast, his other hand moved to knead the soft, plush flesh of the other. he squeezed and molded you, his palm hot against your skin, while he inhaled deeply. the scent of your soap mixed with the natural, musky fragrance of your aroused body, an intoxicating blend that drove him toward a breaking point.
he was focused, methodical, and utterly relentless. with a sudden, deliberate flick of his tongue, he grazed his teeth across your nipple, biting just hard enough to send a jolt of electric pleasure shooting straight to your core. you let out a sharp, strangled gasp, your hips bucking instinctively against the mattress.
he didn't stop there. sehun moved with a possessive hunger, ensuring there was no inch of your body left untouched. his hands and lips wandered everywhere—the dip of your waist, the sensitive curve of your inner thighs, the soft skin of your belly—mapping every curve and crevice as if he were memorizing you. every touch was a claim, every kiss a promise that he intended to devour every part of you until you were completely spent.
finally, he descended to the place where you needed him most, the epicenter of your desperation. his palms burned against the cool air of the room as they pressed firmly against your thighs, forcing your legs wide. he paused for a heartbeat, taking in the sight of your core; flushed, swollen, and glistening with the evidence of your arousal.
the sight of your juices leaking, dripping onto the sheets, forced a heavy, ragged sigh from his lungs. he looked completely undone, fully submitting to the hunger you stirred in him. it was as if he had reached a new level of arousal, a fever pitch that made his eyes darken with a predatory intensity.
without another word, he latched onto you. his tongue swirled with expert precision around the bundle of nerves, teasing your clit with rhythmic, swirling motions. your back arched violently off the bed, your chest heaving as you fought for air. your hands flew to his hair, fingers gripping tightly and pulling slightly, desperate to ground yourself in the pleasure.
sehun was a master, pulling broken, high-pitched moans from your throat effortlessly. then, with a sudden shift in intensity, he plunged his tongue deep inside you, forcing you to grip the bedsheets until your knuckles turned white. he began to flick his tongue with a relentless, blurring speed, driving you toward the edge.
your vision started to blur, white spots dancing before your eyes as your head grew hazy. He was utterly pussy drunk, consumed by the taste and scent of you, jamming his tongue into you with a desperate, starving energy. he couldn't get enough, he wanted to swallow every drop of you.
"you're so sweet..." he murmured against your skin, his voice low, vibrating rumble that echoed through your entire body, sending a final, violent wave of shivers crashing through you just as the first peak of pleasure began to shatter.
the orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, a violent, crashing explosion of pleasure that ripped through your entire body and left you completely undone. your muscles spasmed, your vision flickering as you plummeted from the peak into a state of raw, shivering vulnerability.
"fuck—please," you moaned, the words barely a whisper, broken and desperate. your feet dug deep into the mattress, toes curling as you tried to anchor yourself while the aftershocks continued to ripple through your core. you were wide open, breathless, and utterly at his mercy.
but sehun wasn't finished. he didn't pull away; instead, he leaned further in, determined to drink every last drop of your release. he continued to lap at you, his tongue sweeping over your hypersensitive skin to ride out the high with you.
as he finally pulled back, his chin was slick and glistening with your juices, a mark of his absolute consumption of you. he looked up at you with a dark, heavy-lidded gaze, his breathing just as ragged as yours. your chest heaved heavily, your heart hammering against your ribs, as you lay there trembling.
sehun hovered over you, his weight supported by his arms as he gazed down at your flushed, ruined state. his eyes were dark with a mixture of triumph and affection. "how was it?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
he was questioning the doubt you'd felt earlier—the fear of inadequacy that had kept you in the shower for forty minutes and he had systematically shattered it.
words refused to leave your mouth; you were completely speechless, your mind a hazy fog of pleasure. your eyes were heavy-lidded, barely able to focus on the man above you. "it felt so good..." you finally muttered, your voice a broken thread of a sound that grazed his ear.
the praise acted like fuel to his ego. a smug, satisfied smile played on his lips, his chest swelling with the knowledge that he had pushed you to the brink. your hands, still trembling, reached out toward the buttons of his silk pajamas, desperate to feel his skin against yours.
he didn't even let you finish the first button. with a sudden, impatient movement, he shrugged the silk off his body, casting it aside in one fluid motion. in the same breath, he freed himself from his slacks, stripping away the last barriers between you. your eyes were fixated on him, wide and hungry, taking in every inch of his hard, lean physique and the evidence of his own towering arousal.
you were so mesmerized that you didn't realize sehun was watching you back, observing the way you looked at him with such raw desire. "look at you," he scoffed with a soft, teasing smile, his voice dripping with amusement at your blatant hunger.
blushing furiously, you quickly looked away, unable to maintain eye contact under his intense scrutiny. you began mumbling something incoherent, your face heating up as you tried to hide your embarrassment.
while you were distracted by your own shyness, sehun leaned down and lightly grazed the tip of his rigid length against your entrance. the sudden, hot contact made you jolt, a small gasp escaping you. "hey—!"
sehun only chuckled, the sound deep and vibrating in his chest. "look at me, okay?" he commanded softly. you nodded, your eyes meeting his, wide and searching.
"i'll be gentle, but it might hurt a little," he murmured against your ear, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. the heat radiating off his body was overwhelming. as you looked down, the sheer size of him made you brace yourself; you knew you were in for something intense.
he began to enter you inch by inch, devastatingly slow. each fraction of an inch felt like a conquest, the stretch so intense it made you see stars despite everything he had done to prepare you, the previous penetration hadn't been enough to make taking him easy. you clenched around him instinctively, your breath hitching.
"wait—don't move!" you gasped, your voice strained.
he paused, his eyebrows knitting together in concern as he looked at you. "i'm not even halfway in," he whispered, his voice a mix of patience and hunger. "just relax for me... don't tense up, baby."
your mouth dropped open at the realization. he wasn't even fully inside you, yet you already felt completely filled, stretched to your limit. you let out a long, shaky exhale, forcing your muscles to soften and trying to make room for all of him.
sehun didn't stop until there was no more space left between you, finally settling in and burying himself to the hilt. the sensation was overwhelming; you breathed heavily, your lungs struggling to keep up as you felt the delicious, agonizing stretch of him filling every single corner of your core.
for a moment, the pleasure was all-consuming, but as he pushed that final, deep inch home, a sharp surge of pain spiked through you. you gasped, your back arching off the bed as the intensity of the stretch hit its limit.
as the initial shock subsided, your gaze drifted down. there, contrasting against the sheets and the skin of your thighs, you spotted a small amount of blood escaping from where you were joined. The sight sent a jolt of panic through you.
your eyes snapped back to his, wide and clouded with worry, your breath coming in short, shallow hitches. you looked at him with a silent, frightened question, wondering if you had been pushed too far.
sehun followed your gaze, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the crimson staining the sheets. the smug, dominant expression he’d worn moments ago vanished instantly, replaced by a look of intense concern. he froze, his entire body locking up as he processed the sight.
"you're doing so great..." he breathed, his voice dropping an octave, thick with a mixture of worry and raw adoration.
he didn't pull out immediately knowing that a sudden retreat might only cause more pain but he shifted his weight to alleviate the pressure, his forehead resting against yours.
his breathing was ragged, his heart hammering against your chest in a frantic rhythm as he looked into your worried eyes. he waited for you to settle, his fingers gently weaving through your hair to soothe you.
"do you want me to move?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a soft, tender tone. you gave a weak, trembling nod, trying to come down from the violent high of overstimulation jolting through your veins.
beneath you, sehun was suffering. his hands were clenched into tight fists, his knuckles white; being buried deep inside you without the ability to move was making him excruciatingly sensitive. every pulse of your warmth was like a drug, and he had to fight every instinct to simply lose control and rush into you. you were so warm, so tight, and you felt absolutely heavenly.
slowly, he began to move. he started with shallow, hesitant thrusts, coaxing soft, needy moans from your lips. a low groan escaped him, his fingers gripping your waist with a bruising intensity. sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping down as the friction built.
"oh god, you feel so good—," he whined in your ear, the sound primal and desperate. your hands wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him closer as the tension reached a breaking point.
he couldn't resist himself anymore. with a sudden, guttural sound, he pulled out almost entirely leaving you to frown at the sudden, cold emptiness—before he rammed his length back inside with a forceful, punishing depth. the impact knocked the air right out of your lungs, leaving you gasping at the new, relentless pace.
you closed your eyes, surrendering to the sheer intensity of the sensation, but sehun stopped abruptly. "look at me," he commanded, his voice hard and authoritative. "If you don't, I'll stop."
you had no choice but to obey. you snapped your eyes open, locking your gaze with his. he wanted to see every flicker of pleasure and pain on your face; he wanted to witness exactly how he was breaking you.
with your eyes fixed on his, sehun took you in with a greedy stare, ruthlessly ramming into you, claiming every inch of your body over and over again.
the air in the room had grown thick and heavy, saturated with the primal scent of musk, sweat, and an overwhelming amount of love. the only sound filling the space was the wet, rhythmic slap of skin hitting skin—a lewd, intimate collision that echoed the frantic beating of your hearts.
sehun’s pace shifted from ruthless to desperate, his movements becoming a blur of friction and heat as he drove himself into you with a singular, hungry focus.
you screamed his name, the sound raw, your voice echoing against the walls as the bed creaked and groaned under the violence of his passion. each thrust was deeper than the last, hitting your cervix and sending shocks of electricity shooting up your spine.
sehun let out a low, jagged groan, his muscles corded and straining as he felt your walls begin to spasm. the way you were clenching around him; tight, hot, and desperate made it obvious that you were right on the edge.
then, it happened. your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, a violent surge of pleasure that robbed you of your breath and left you sobbing for air. your entire body shuddered, your back arching off the mattress as the peak ripped through you, tears escaped your eyes at the excruciating overstimulation. your juices flooded your core, leaving both his thighs and your stomach damp and glistening.
but sehun didn't stop instead of pulling back, he rode out your orgasm with a frenetic intensity, grinding his hips in faster, chasing his own high. he wanted to feel every single throb of your climax; he wanted to be consumed by you. your legs were shaking uncontrollably, the overstimulation turning your nerves into live wires, but he held you pinned, refusing to let go until he reached his own breaking point.
with a final, guttural groan, sehun buried himself to the hilt one last time. he slammed, pinning you against the bed as he emptied himself deep inside you. you could feel the hot, thick surge of his semen filling you.
in your haze of pleasure, you didn't let go instead, you milked him, your internal muscles clenching and pulsing in endless, rhythmic waves that drew every last drop from him. your pussy throbbed violently around his length, refusing to let him go even as the intensity began to level off.
for a long time, neither of you moved. you remained locked together, chests heaving in unison, the only sound the ragged, desperate gasps for air. sehun collapsed against you, his weight a comforting pressure, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you both drifted in the afterglow of a session that had pushed you both to the absolute limit.
wc ☆ 1k summary ☆ sometimes your brain is too full for words or rationality, but thankfully, sehun has the perfect remedy for that. warnings ☆ older! sehun, art student! reader, there’s supposed to be an age gap but i feel like it isn’t obvious enough, comfort an ☆ this is a request from my old account !!! i loved it sm that i rlly wanted to bring it over here :) it also comforts me a lot so u all and the requester deserve to see it still
after nearly two hours of laying on the couch, there’s so much boredom flooding your veins that you end up hanging off the edge, the top of your head grazing the floor. with sehun out working all day, you were left home to your own devices. typically that wouldn’t have been an issue, but with the terrible white noise from the tv and the nonstop thoughts running through your head, it’s getting harder to tolerate being alive right now.
it’s just been a really big week for you. while it’s been good, receiving gallery invitations and much more, it’s starting to feel like you bit off more than you can chew. it gets harder and harder to balance all the things, like completing paintings, finding time for yourself and friends, doing the rest of your schooling, and then being a good girlfriend at the end of the day.
you love it, and love being ambitious with the need to do everything you love, but there’s moments like these where you stare at the wall and realize you can’t handle it that make you feel terrible. that exact feeling is what put you right here, getting home from your last class of the day, one that ended when the sun was up, and going straight to sitting in the same position on the couch for the rest of the night.
the silence is starting to pull a headache to the front of your skull when the front door opens, sehun pushing through with a sigh. it’s so dark that the only thing he can see is your face, lit up by the tv. he frowns, and you can’t really see it all too well, but you know it’s there in the way he hasn’t said anything.
he flicks the table lamp on as he comes closer, calling your name softly, “why’s it so dark in here? are you okay?”
you look at him briefly, just for a second before the thought of talking at all brings a burn behind your eyes. all you can do is shake your head and roll your eyes before you can stop yourself. your head falls in your pillow before you can see sehun’s reaction, but you can tell that he’s even more put off by you than he already was.
he sits next to you, by your feet, in silence. you see his hand reach out to touch you, before pulling away. his mouth opens, like he’s going to speak, before it closes again. he then makes a movement to grab one of your feet, turning to face you better while pressing his thumbs into the sole. the fact that he still chooses to be so tender despite your soft launching a terrible attitude forms a lump in your throat and a sting in your eyes.
sehun frowns once again, as if the one he had couldn’t grow any deeper, before finally speaking up again. “sweetheart..” he takes a sharp breath in, finding his words, “i see that you’ve had a bad day. and i’m sorry. i want to help you, but when you give me this negativity i can’t, right?”
you sniffle, a little shudder moving through your body, before collecting yourself and sitting up. your knees get hugged to your chest, chin resting on top. “i know, but i just..” you don’t even know. the feelings are still so fresh that it makes you even angrier trying to compute it. “i’m just so fucking tired, okay? and i can’t.. i.. i don’t-“
sehun shushes you and closes the gap before your emotions can take you any further. his arms wrap tight around your torso and pull you into his chest, grounding you and pulling you away from your frustrations. he holds you there, tightly while you fall apart again, quick breaths and hot tears falling onto the fabric of his button up. i know. he mumbles, kissing your hair. i know.
just like that your entire body in his grasp, and he’s up on his feet. your head is still buried in his chest, tears still falling freely, but it happens silently as he leads you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet. he grabs a bit of tissue, calmly wiping your tears and your nose, and exiting with a kiss to your forehead.
when he comes back, his hands are dangerously full, almost dropping two candles and a bag of bath salts. he starts with the water, fiddling with the temperature like one degree matters, which it does when it’s for you. then the candles are lit and salts are thrown in the water, and all you can do is watch with your damp cheeks and stuffy nose because how is he so perfect? how does he always know what to do?
once everything is set up, he kneels in front of you, hands on your knees. face is completely calm, straight as can be, while managing the look of patience that only comes out after leaving the office.
he takes in a breath, “i know your day hasn’t been good. your back hurts. your feet hurt. your brain hurts. now, all i need is for you to let me help you. should i stay with you or do you want some time to yourself?”
you’re too drained to even try talking so you just grab his wrist, he asks again, and you nod. that’s all it takes for him to slowly remove your clothes for you, helping you into the bath before getting seated next to you. he’s still in his slacks, you realize, tie now undone and button up halfway unbuttoned, and he brushes it off, knowing what you were thinking already. he’s studied you so well that he might as well put mind reading in his resume.
the same way he knows your thoughts before they even form, he rolls his sleeves to his elbows and puts his hands under the water to work through the tension in your muscles. his eyes never wander, nor do his fingers, gaze locked on your face to make sure your mind is on nothing but him and the moment you’re in now. of course he’s made the mental note to talk to you about everything, but that can be pushed to later. your needs are different right now, and he’ll work his hardest to meet them.
Ours are the moments I play in the dark — Oh Sehun
synopsis: you and him can pretend all you want, but you both know that he and you will come running right back to each other in the end. because he’s the only who gets you and no one can see him the way you do.
word count: 5.2k+ (i got a little carried away)
content and warnings: sfw, non-idol au, Sehun x fem!reader, angst, commitment issues, alcohol consumption, cussing, implied past alcoholism, toxic dynamic, themes of loneliness, Sehun’s low-key a jerk, reader is too, reader is an avoidant girly, implied daddy issues, they’re both lonely and fucked up people, misogynistic behaviour (not from sehun), slightly suggestive, making out, a bit of kissing, nothing wild.
author’s note: first fic omg! please be kind, I’m writing after such a long time, and first time on tumblr :) this is very self-indulgent. please keep in mind that english is not my first language so i apologise for any grammatical mistakes or spelling errors, but i’m open to any tips. there are barely any sehun fics here on tumblr and so i decided to take matters into my own hands lol, hope you all like it. this is loosely inspired by the lorde song “supercut” and by the billie eilish song “bitches broken hearts”. feedback is really appreciated <3
The rain pattered down lightly on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the dark apartment, there was an air of melancholy in the cold and dark space.
Sehun’s fingers hovered over the screen on the call button, debating within himself if he should just call you and call you over. The hollow ache in his chest was intense today—like it sometimes tend to get in moments like these, when he sat all alone and realized that he truly had no one to turn to.
He remembered your words from last weekend when he was over at your place, you both were nothing—not friends, not together, not even fuckbuddies. You both didn’t want to give it a name at all.
“I mean, it’s not like we’re anything.”
You had said easily, and Sehun even chuckled and agreed. But it seemed that you were not into it anymore, you didn’t want the push and pull of it all anymore.
That’s where you were tonight, on a date with some guy who Sehun didn’t know and you said you wanted this all to be over with Sehun. He knew you were putting yourself out now, but he still needed you here, and he knew that you’d never turn him down.
Against his friends’ advice and his own better judgement, he texted you.
A frustrated sigh left your lips as you fixed your lipgloss in the mirror of the restaurant’s restroom—your date was a dick, your luck even bigger of a bitch. But you were still tolerating it all, anything to get Sehun off of your mind. You took a deep sigh and ran a hand through your hair, ready to go back outside for the dessert you had just ordered.
Seriously, you were dreading going back outside but you were just hoping to get some action with the guy, even if all he could seem to do was talk about how much of a ‘high value man’ he was and how he believed women of this generation should dress more feminine.
You grabbed your handbag, pulling it over your arm when your phone pinged in your hand suddenly—your heart hammered in your chest, there was a vague idea in your head of who was texting you on a Tuesday night. And you were afraid that if you checked the text, you wouldn’t have it in you to not run right to him.
A shaky sigh left your lips.
You turned the phone to yourself. There it was. His name on your lock screen. With a simple text message.
Sehun: Hi. wyd?
A silent war waged in your head and in your heart, if you answered his text, he would send you a simple ‘please’ and you wouldn’t be able to stop your feet from running to his apartment.
You: nothing what do you want, sehun?
You stared at your phone in the dim light of restroom, waiting for the reply, the dessert long forgotten. Then it suddenly hit you, the man you were on a date with was still outside and very much probably waiting for you.
Fuck Sehun and whatever he wants. You thought to yourself and put your phone in your handbag, for the final time you ran a hand through your hair and took a deep sigh.
You were just gonna get this date done with. Couldn’t be so hard.
With a soft and polite smile plastered on your face, you walked out of the restroom and to the table he was sat at. You didn’t even remember what his name was. Smoothly, you slid into your seat, passing him a small smile as he asked what took you so long in the restroom and how he was worried that you’d took off. You waved off his question with some stupid excuse.
Damn, you were a shitty date.
The sight of no dessert on the table made you frown, you had ordered a mousse before going to the restroom.
“Um, did they not bring my mousse yet?” Your tone was confused as you stared at your date with an expectant look in your eyes.
He laughed and shook his head, “Oh no, I think you’ve had enough, no? I told them to not bring the dessert when you were in the restroom. I don’t think you need to eat more.”
Was this guy joking or what? He couldn’t possibly serious about this, you felt like slapping him hard across the face to wipe off his smug and toothy smile.
Taking a deep sigh, you pushed your anger down and nodded with a forced smile. Just get it done with. There was absolutely no point arguing with this asshole who thought he could dictate how much you should eat or not. Since there was no dessert coming, the date came to an end quickly which you were thankful for. There was no words to describe your surprise when he asked you split the bill with him, but you just wanted to get out of here so you pulled out a wad of cash and put it in the bill.
Stepping out of restaurant and in the cool night air along with him was barely any relief—Sehun was still in the back of your mind, you wanted to check your phone to see if he had texted you back. Or did he apologise for how things had been going downhill between you both, maybe he didn’t text you at all and you were the one who was think—
“I think you’re nice but just not the girlfriend type, you know?” Your date suddenly said to you, pulling you out of your thoughts.
Wow. The fucking audacity. You were late to tell him to fuck off first and how you hated the way the whole date had went, you wanted to tell him how this was the worst date you’d ever been on in your whole life. But he had opened his mouth first.
“No, I don’t. What do you even mean by that?” You tried your hardest to keep the bitterness out of your tone as you tried to assert over him a little.
“I mean,” he chuckled like it was funny and made a vague gesture to you with his hands. When you raised your eyebrows at him, silently demanding him to continue, he sighed and opened his mouth again, spewing a bunch of bullshit, “look, you don’t seem the type to date. You’re one those girls that one can never imagine in a relationship.”
Oh.
That affected you more than you’d liked to show.
This was the eighth time in your life someone had said this to you, and you absolutely hated this idea of being someone who could never be in a relationship.
“Right, anything else?” This time though, your voice was harsh and bitter as you scoffed at him, “it’s not like I’m dying to date you or something. Fuck off,” you turned on your heel and just walked onto the street. You could hear him calling you a bitch and a gold digger as you walked away, what a weird and entitled guy.
When you fell into a steady rhythm of steps on the sidewalk, you slowly pulled out your phone from your handbag for the obvious reason. You stared at the lock screen time—it wasn’t so late, the time read 11:28 PM.
And then you stared quietly at the bottom of the screen, where there was a message notification from Sehun. What were you doing? You told yourself you were over this weird routine you and him had going on. He was cryptic and eccentric.
But so were you. You didn’t want commitment or that whole nuisance—yet you craved being loved, and in an arrangement like this, there wasn’t such a thing as love. You both just have to make do with what was going on between each other.
Then you stared down at your lock screen again, at the text he had sent you to your question ‘what do you want?’. Damn this man, he always made you throw your rational thoughts out of the window.
Sehun: you. please?
And while, you were a cold and aloof person all the time and never put up with anyone’s bullshit. You still couldn’t stop yourself from the decision you were about to make.
Sehun’s stood in the middle of the kitchen, his fingers traced the edge of the kitchen’s countertop idly, the silence was deafening in his darkened apartment. He was losing hope. You weren’t gonna come tonight, were you? Seemed like you were really gonna distance yourself away from him.
Did your date turn out to be great? He wondered if you were with that man right now, had he laid his hands on you yet? Sehun’s mind spiralled with at vision of you with another man. He knew he was a jerk when he felt the slightest twinge of jealousy at the thought of a man—someone other than him, touching you. He had no right, now, did he.
Maybe, he was meant to be like this. All alone in the end. Without even much thinking, he dug his hands in one of the kitchen cupboards and pulled out a glass along with the bottle of vodka he kept there for this exact reason. He didn’t didn’t want to go back to his old ways, especially the ones that caused him great deal of damage.
Yet he couldn’t bring himself to think about that right now.
But his hands shook as he poured himself the vodka in the glass—to the brim, neat. His grip on the glass was tight as he lifted it up and brought it to his lips, taking a big swig of it. The alcohol burned its way down his throat and he sighed deeply, almost unaffected by it.
A pang of irritation hit him as he thought about his high alcohol tolerance and realized that it takes him more than usual alcohol to at least quieten the noise in his head. With a loud groan, he leaned over the countertop, pressing his forehead down on the cold marble of the top.
Fuck this, he was a mess, he thought to himself.
He was drifting deep into his self-deprecating voices when a knock at the front door pulled him out of his thoughts.
Not the doorbell, no. But a soft and impatient knocking. Like whoever was on the other side was almost second guessing on knocking the door.
He straightened up so fast he almost got whiplash, his hands hastily ran through his hair to fix them a little, his hands patting repeatedly on the zip-up hoodie he was wearing to fix it a little.
Sehun cursed himself when he felt his knees going a little shaky as he walked to the door, internally praying to himself that it was none other than you.
His prayers had definitely been heard when he peeked through the peephole of the door and found you standing there, staring at your feet quietly. Sehun couldn’t believe the speed at which his hands unlocked the door and pulled the door open. Standing face to face with you.
You stuffed your hands in the pocket of your jacket, your clothes and hair were slightly damp with the light rain that had been pouring since the evening. Shifting from one foot to another, you both just stared at each other.
Sehun seemed to notice that your mascara was a bit smudged, had you been crying? Maybe it was from the rain. He looked you over—taking in your outfit, you were dressed a little formally, of course, a silk button-up shirt under the leather jacket paired with brown pants. You had been on a date so it made sense.
“Uh, come in,” he finally seemed to snap out of his thoughts as stepped aside for you come in.
You stepped in with ease like you’d belonged here—you’d been here several times so it wasn’t wrong to say that. Your eyes scanned the area, there was barely any lighting on in the apartment. The curtains were drawn open from all windows, the only lighting in the living room coming from the city’s lights through the windows.
“Your friend told that you had a date today, how’d it go?” He asked nonchalantly, closing the door and locking it as you made your way deeper into the living room and plopped down on the couch, putting your handbag on the table.
A little chuckle left your lips as you stared at him, he stood by the couch, your eyes were glassy and twinkling in the dim light, “it was okay,” you shrugged casually. The words were still on your mind, you questioned yourself about it over and over and over again.
Could you really never be in a relationship? Is that what type of a person you were—hard to handle, hard to keep.
“You look good,” Sehun smiled down at you as he sat down next to you, close enough that your knees and shoulders were touching. Still not close enough for him though.
“Yeah? Tell me something new,” you let out a low scoff, turning your head to stare at him. His eyes were were like two dark pools of black holes, something which seemed you pull you in more and more the more you stared into them.
His hand creeped its way onto your clothed arm, he traced random circles onto it as he held your eyes, “you can pretend all you want. You can pretend that you don’t care,” at that, he earned a soft laugh from you as you shook your head. You both stared at each other in silence for a long time.
Before you knew, he was pressing his lips to the corner of your lips, a smile on his lips as they moved to your jaw with light kisses and then finally back to your lips, hand pressed at the small of your back as he pulled you in impossibly close.
Your lips moved against his automatically, reciprocating, matching his tempo with equal passion.
His lips moved slow and deep, like he was trying to memorise your taste all over again, he tasted of sharp alcohol mixed with something metallic, something uniquely him. Sehun had a way with how he kissed, languid, deep and passionate. It always left your heart hammering harsh against your ribcage, your knees weak and your brain mush.
“I missed you, was so scared that you weren’t gonna come,” he mumbled against your lips, almost breathless, he could feel his heart beating in his ears when you shook your head and mumbled back a soft ‘I missed you too’.
“Mm? You missed me? Of course, you did. Those guys don’t get you the way I do,” he pulled away to catch his breath, you and him both breathless from the deep kissing. His eyes twinkled as pressed soft kisses to your jaw and the column of your throat.
You nodded, hands gripping his hoodie tight and moving even closer, “yeah, they don’t,” you whispered in the dark of the room, pressing your lips to his lips again. Your arms wrapped around his neck with a possessiveness that was at odds with what you both were.
Both of you stayed entangled like that for a bit more, until the thunder cracked loudly outside, the rain falling heavier now—prompting you both to pull away. Sehun stared down at you, hands gripping the sleeve of your leather jacket which was still damp, “let me take this off of you, it’s damp.”
A soft chuckle bubbled from our your throat as you nodded, standing up and letting him shrug the damp jacket off you, he grabbed it from you, putting it aside and disappeared into the bedroom to grab a towel for you to dry your hair—which you both had been too busy and entangled with eachother to notice.
Walking out of the bedroom with a soft towel in his hands, he handed it to you, you took it from him, rubbing your hair with it, “you’ve been drinking?” The words came out more surprised than you intended them to be, you cocked your head to the glass full of vodka on the countertop of the kitchen, along with the bottle too.
“Yeah,” he just shrugged casually before staring out of the window at the heavy rain and thunderstorm. The lightning painting the dark sky in a beautiful blue and white hue of colors, “how’d you get here in such heavy rain?”
Turning on your heel, you stared out of the window too, before replying in a soft tone, “walked, you know i like to get my steps done. But it wasn’t raining heavily when i came here, also it’s barely raining on the other side of the city.”
Sehun and you just stared out of the window in heavy silence, the air between you both was heavy with unspoken thoughts and a million unsaid words. You wanted to ask him about whether you were someone he could ever see in a relationship. Yep, those words from earlier were still weighing down on your mind. Sehun wanted to ask you if anyone could ever actually come and take his place from your life. Both of you were entangled in your extreme loneliness, afraid to confront it, afraid to face the fears.
The bliss in ignorance.
“Are you gonna stay the night?” He suddenly asked, turning over, finally taking his gaze off the window and looking at you, fingers fiddling quietly.
In all honesty, you didn’t expect him to ask you that, there were rarely any occasions that you both stayed the night at each other’s places, often avoiding that sort of intimacy.
“I think i might, it’s raining hard. Makes it difficult to find a cab back home,” there was uncertainty in your voice as you looked at his face quietly, trying to read his response quietly.
“Okay,” he just nodded, moving to the kitchen, draining the glass of vodka down the kitchen sink and putting the bottle aside.
“This bastard is a sore loser and just can’t accept that he can also lose a game, now, can you, Chanyeol?”
Junmyeon’s voice echoed with playful anger in the lively living room as Chanyeol groaned and threw his cards down, starting to argue how Junmyeon and Yixing had partnered up against him and had been cheating through out the whole game.
Baekhyun joined in on the argument, taking Chanyeol’s side, listing out points that Junmyeon was being unfair and so on. Sehun just watched his friends fighting over the most stupidest shit in his life, laughing his lungs out.
The argument was cut off suddenly by the loud ringing from Sehun’s phone on the table, your name lighting up the screen. Baekhyun let out the loudest groan of annoyance known to mankind as Sehun reached for the phone quickly.
“Nah, man, you’re with us right now, it’s boys night. No girls are gonna interrupt you tonight, put the phone down.” Chanyeol moved to snatch the phone out of the younger man’s hands, but Sehun dodged it, glaring at his friends.
They began arguing with him, complaining about how his friends should be above than that. But soon it died down.
Everyone quietened down in the room as the phone continued ringing and Sehun just silently stared at your name on his phone. Yixing sighed and leaned back, “it’s not just any girl now, is it, c’mon guys, get it.”
The ringing stopped as Sehun didn’t pick it up. He really didn’t plan to pick up your call—but silently, in his heart, he made a quick decision to himself. If you were to call him again, he’ll pick it up.
“Sehun, you’re unfair as fuck. You barely ever hang out with us anymore, and the one time you finally do, even then you’re not present with us and your mind is somewhere.” Baekhyun groaned, plopping himself down on the couch. He stared over at Sehun as he sat back down and gestured to continue the game quietly, “I’m serious, I hate this girl. She’s all for half-measures, and you still go running to her each time she calls. I thought you said you were gonna stay away for good this time.”
Sehun couldn’t care less, he just shrugged off Baekhyun’s words with a wave of his hand.
Baekhyun and the others picked up the cards again, getting back to the game. And the game had barely even started getting somewhere when the phone begin ringing again, your name on the screen.
Nonetheless everything, Sehun quietly grabbed the phone and just stepped out into the balcony despite his friends constant yelling at him from behind and calling him back.
As soon as he picked up the call and held the phone to his ear, your sad and frustrated voice filled the air, “I can’t do this, i swear! I just thought that maybe i could salvage what me and my dad had, we could be nice with each other, but he’s just so stuck up his own ass.”
His eyes stared at the twinkling lights of the star in the dark sky above, “what’d he say, hm?”
“That the phone works two ways, and if he doesn’t call, then i should. He said i was a coward for moving out and that i was extremely hard to deal with,” your voice broke at the end of the sentence, your breath catching in your throat as you sniffled, very much trying to hold back your tears and trying not to cry to Sehun.
“Are you out somewhere or at your apartment?”
“Not home, I’m at some club. Don’t know where, to be honest,” you told him with a shaky voice. Sehun had his own doubts that you might’ve even drank.
“Send me your location and stay where you are, I’m coming,” he moved quick, going back inside and grabbing his car keys and jacket.
On his way out the front door of Chanyeol’s place, Junmyeon took him aside and really tried to persuade him to stay—to not leave for some girl who wasn’t even his girlfriend, his situationship, or even just a friend.
But nothing could stop Sehun from getting to you after hearing the hiccups in your voice from the phone.
When Sehun had arrived at the location you sent, you had gotten into a verbal fight with some girls just right outside of the nightclub’s entrance, throwing loud insults and pushing each other and what not. He had pulled you away from them with a lot of convincing and sat you down in the passenger seat of his car, driving you back to your place.
You were tipsy, tethering the edge between fully drunk and sober.
“You didn’t have to come and get me, y’know,” you mumbled lazily as you languidly sat down on your bed, kicking your shoes off. Sehun was towering over you silently.
He didn’t say anything to that, didn’t have to.
You fiddled your fingers in your lap, finally lifting your gaze to stare up at him, he was already staring at you with those sharp eyes of his, “i was apologising to him, thinking maybe i could fix it all. But he didn’t care enough.”
You were pretty stuck on your dad, still.
The tears came quick and free, flowing down your face. Your shoulders wracked with silent sobs, he didn’t do anything, didn’t interrupt you—or tried to soothe you with empty words, just quietly moved to sit beside you at the edge of the bed.
“I don’t think it’s your responsibility to fix anything with him, sweetheart,” his voice the softest you’ve ever heard him speak to anyone at all.
“I know…”
“Then why’re you so adamant on disappointing yourself with each time you call him?”
A heavy sigh left your lips as you stared down at your lap, rubbing your eyes to stop the tears from flowing, “I don’t know.”
Sehun moved to gently take you in his arms, you sobbed softly, shaky and tired, his warm, big hands ran up and down the expanse of your back as you burrowed yourself deeper into his chest. Your head was tucked under his chin, your body shaking with soft little sobs.
The only sound that you could hear right now was the sounds of crickets chirping outside your window. Your gaze was fixed on the ceiling, you held the duvet to yourself even tighter as you tried as hard as you could to fall asleep. But nothing was working. You’d tried the warm glass of milk, tried lying down on your stomach, tried reading a book—nothing worked. You were so tired but still so sleepless. It had been almost three hours since you’ve been in bed and still unable to sleep.
You hadn’t even seen Sehun in several weeks, after that night with crying in his arms and what not vulnerable foolishness you’ve done, you and him finally began to distance for good. It was something you were grateful for, because it was clear that it was the better thing for you both.
When you had went to sleep that night, you woke up the next morning with nothing in your head but him—and he had left before you were even awake. You realized one thing, this thing that was going on between you and him left you feeling all hollow and empty from inside in the aftermath of it.
That was the exact point that you both began to be distant simultaneously, he didn’t text you much afterwards, you didn’t bother calling him anymore, too.
It was going great. Finally getting some stability in your routine, no more sudden dopamine rushes that soon turned to heartaches, no more 3 AM texts from him, no more late-night calling him and crying to him about your issues.
But the universe definitely had other plans.
Because when you finally felt that sleep was coming to you, your eyelids beginning to droop. There was sudden rapid knocking at the door, impatient and demanding, jolting you out of your half-asleep state. Whoever it was, they didn’t even bother ringing your doorbell—was just banging your front door.
You stepped out of the bed, barefoot on the cold floor as you looked over at the digital clock on your bedside table, the digital numbers on the screen glowing in the dark, the time read 02:53 AM.
It was almost 3 in the morning, it led you to extreme confusion and worry, who could even be at your door at this hour.
The knocking turned even impatient, but not angry. With hasty movements, you grabbed your robe and put it on your body to cover yourself a little before you padded out of your bedroom and to the front door.
Upon the opening the door, you discovered the man standing on the other side to be who you least expected it to be.
Sehun.
What was he doing here? He looked a little messed up, clothes disheveled, hair messy and all. It had really began to seem like that Sehun wasn’t gonna be in your life anymore and to be fair, you pretended to be happy and grateful with that. But now he was here, out of the blue, at 3 in the morning.
“Thank god, i was almost beginning to think you were out for good, like dreaming real hard,” he just chuckled casually and pushed his way in your apartment easily.
As he passed by you, you couldn’t help but notice how he reeked so strongly of cheap feminine perfume, your head connected the dots quietly as you closed the door behind him and stepped back in, too.
Someone had left him high and dry for you to clean the mess up. Yet again.
He lazily plopped down on your couch, groaning softly as he stretched his legs straight. Finally, he took in the state of your apartment, dark and clean, you were definitely in bed but insomniac, he thought to himself.
“You want a drink?” You asked as you walked into the kitchen, when he answered a soft yes. Your hands gripped two glasses and a bottle of half-drank rum, walking back into the living room.
The glasses clinked loudly against the table as you placed them down, pouring him and yourself a drink, you picked up your glass, swirling the amber liquid inside it slowly before you sat down on the couch beside the one he was sat on.
“It’s quite the timing, Sunday night, 3 in the morning, you start banging my door all unannounced, wouldn’t you say?” You finally voiced the thoughts running through your head.
Sehun just took a slow sip of the amber liquid, the alcohol burned deliciously down his throat, he was deep in thought, thinking about something hard before he chuckled and looked over at you, “don’t act as if you didn’t miss me.”
“I wasn’t dying to see you, Sehun.”
“Maybe,” he just smiled at you, drinking more from the glass, “but you still definitely missed me.”
“Plus, no one does it for you like I do,” he leaned his head back, a frown between his eyebrows but a cocky smile on his lips. Like he was trying to put up a front. His classic behaviour, whenever there was something weighing heavily on his mind he only took one way out of it.
Dissimulation and being cryptic. It was so Sehun.
“Well, no one does it for you like I do, too. Otherwise you wouldn’t have come here at 3 in the morning,” you shot back, taking a swig of the drink in your hands, “whoever it was, she couldn’t manage to keep you invested long enough to stay, now, could she.”
Sehun didn’t say anything, just stared at you, he didn’t deny your words. But he didn’t regard them with a response, too, as if you both weren’t something significant enough to admit to that.
“This is the last time, I’m gonna stay away for good after this once,” he suddenly said, almost to himself as he immediately pulled you into his lap. His hands gripped your waist tight and he stared up at you, your hands snaking around his neck.
“Me too, this isn’t good, it’s toxic and stupid. We shouldn’t do this, it’s not good, for neither of us. We’re gonna stay away after this,” you agreed, trying to convince yourself, your lips crashing to his in a deep and searing kiss, his hands pulling you impossibly closer as you both tangled on the couch.
Yet the same cycle would repeat again.
That was the truth, and you both knew the truth, this would happen again. And again and again and again. He could lie to himself, you could lie to yourself all you wanted to. You could act like you didn’t miss his touch, didn’t miss his lips, he could do the same. But you and him knew the truth.
It was impossible to stay away from each other. Even if it drained you, even if it burned him, in the worst of ways possible. Even then, you both couldn’t resist the presence of one another, the touch, the fleeting kisses, the fluttering of heartbeats.
Couldn’t resist the dizzying overnight rush of it all, even if it left you both feeling aching and hollow afterwards.
You and him would go running right back to each other, no matter how many times you try to stay away from one another.
