#junhan

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💋contains: xdz x fem!reader, not proofread, munching, fingering, p in v, hitting it raw (stay safe yall) squirting, bits of sensory deprivation, petnames, dirty talking, spitting, sextoy, bite marks and hickeys yadiyadiyada,…

💋notes: week 4 and 5 of uni is killing me but here’s a little XDZ hcs(?) because they are so cool and sexy and i would like permission to bounce on gunil- anyways!! i tried to switch between oral, handjobs and p in v sex for each of the members according to what scenario i think suits them most lmao, enjoy!! (why is it that everytime i write sth it becomes the worst thing ive ever made) (in a good way and bad way)

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🍒 gunil:

gunil eats you out in a way thats painfully pleasurable. he takes his time, slow and sensual is what he likes. he got each of his hands grabbing and kneading your thighs while his tongue works its way around your clit, ocassionally darting inside your hole. usually you would be able to put up with his painful speed but you were just so needy today that every move he makes, every lick, every kiss he places on your cunt makes you feel like you’re about to explode. gunil seems to be oblivious about it though, his head still between your thighs, so focused on eating his favorite pussy that he doesn’t seem to notice your morphed expressions, or the cries that echoing in your bedroom. his thumbs circling your inner thighs while he sucks at your clit and before you know it, you were gasping for air with your eyes rolled to the back of your head, squirming in his hold. your juices squirted all over your boyfriend’s face, who pulled back and froze for a few seconds while you continue moaning out strings of whimpers as you get down from your high. “baby…your just squirted all over me…” you hear him said, your eyes still closed shut. “i know, fuck…i’m sorry i couldn’t hold it in i’m just a little sensitive today…” you sighs out, apologizing to him. silence took over the room for a few seconds until you hear rustlings and a dip on the mattress. you open your eyes to see gunil rushing the remaining clothes on his body and hurriedly positioned himself between your legs. “shit, that was so fucking hot. you’re so fucking hot. im gonna fuck you right now okay? and you’re gonna do that again for me, yeah?”

🍒 jungsu:

jungsu’s smirk would not come down when your pussy is sucking his fingers after you told him that you wanted him to play with you like how he does with his keyboard. watching his fingers skillfully grazing the keys with sweats rolling down his forehead on stage made you so needy that as soon as you two enter the car that night, you were all over him, kissing and begging him to fuck you. and who is jungsu to deny his girl’s pleasure. so now you’re in the backseat, back arching and hands grabbing onto his biceps while he thrusts his digits inside you nonstop. “am i making you feel good, hmm? is this what you wanted? i bet you were throbbing in your seat watching me earlier huh?” jungsu said with a smug attitude. he’s usally not that vocal during sex but seeing you melt like putty under his touch was like a shot of dopamine to him. you struggle to answer him, instead you just moans out random words that jungsu couldn’t make out except his name. “fuck, answer me pretty. look at me, look who’s making you feel this good.” his pupils all diluted, cheeks flushed while working his hand between your legs. he looks so dreamy and so lewd at the same time, you can feel yourself climaxing just by looking at him. “feel s’good jungsu…i- hmm m’close…” jungsu chuckles at your answer. “look at me when you cum. you’re only gonna cum for me, yeah? my little horny slut.” he says while rubbing his thumb on your clit, fingers inside meeting that spongy spot. all the sudden, your vision turns white, you feel your belly tighten and your body lighter. you had no idea what was going on until you come back to consciousness again. jungsu’s still between your legs, his face wears an expression that you couldn’t read, his half-buttoned shirt was all wet at his stomach with something. jungsu lowers himself down to grab your neck, sucking onto your sensitive skin for a while until you feel his lips ghosting your ear. “squirted all over me” he say as he tightens his grip around your neck. “guess i’ll have to fuck all that horniness out of you now, huh?”

🍒 seungmin:

seungmin’s been going to the gym more often lately, resulting im his stamina and libido increasing more than ever. his favourite post-workout activity when he’s in that gym rush is to manhandle you into whatever position he wanted and drills himself into your cunt. today was no different, seungmin comes home sweaty and high on energy. he flips you onto your back and crash his lips onto yours, all while shoving his sweatpants down and pushing your sleep dress up. when he pushed into you, you couldn’t help but moan and he took that chance to push his tongue into your mouth, violating it. you run your hand up his chest, wanting to feel him but seungmin took both your wrists and pin it above your head. you mewl at the sudden roughness. “stay still, i’m the one in charge today.” he says then continues to glue his lips onto every parts of your neck, shoulders, chest while still thrusting into you at an animalistic speed. “nghh…what’s gotten into y-you today?” you asks, annoyed that you can’t run your hand through his hair or along his chest like usual. “i want you to cum without touching me.” his serious tone made your cunt hugs his dick a little tighter. both of you sighed at the feeling. “w-why…i love touching you…” you bargained. “fuck, listen to me or don’t even think about cumming, do i have to fuck your mouth shut?” he snaps back, fucking you even hard and faster. your wrist starts to hurt at his tight grip, while you feel your orgasm approaching at his vulgar words. your whimpers get louder when he push your stomach down while thrusting inside, making you both feel the way he’s carving inside you. “m’gonna cum…y-you’re so big min…” your breath starts to become uneven as he repeatedly hit your sweet spot. “come around me princess, then i’ll let you touch me. let me see your cum around my cock.” seungmin’s going crazy at your pussy, like you were the only woman in the world and you two have to make a new population to save the world. chants of profanity leave both of your lips when you squirt all over him and yourself. you felt like you were going to heaven or reached nirvana with the way seungmin’s fucking you right now. “attagirl, all this for me. let daddy fuck you stupid tonight.”

🍒 jiseok:

jiseok loves eating you out. it gets to a point where you’re begging him to stop because you’re so overstimulated. but that little shit just look at you with sparkly eyes and say “just a little more, pretty please?”. and well, you fell in love with those eyes in the first place so here you are, close to your orgasm for the 3rd time. opposite to jiseok who’s happily lapping at your clit, you’re crying from the overwhelming pleasure, fingers gripping his hair. everytime you try to close your leg, he just force them open and hums at your cunt like you’re interrupting his meal (which you are). every lick of his tongue sends shivers down your spine, pulling out lewd sound from your swollen lips. your throat starts to hurt from crying and moaning for the past 30 minutes. it takes no time for your 3rd orgasm to come again with the way he’s devouring your cunt like he’s a hungry man. your grip on his hair tighten, making him moans with his tongue darting at your hole. the vibration takes you to your high and you feel your belly twist before your release. but this time was different. jiseok has been toturing you for so long, your body is sensitive to a level you’ve never experienced before. when you cum, it was like a balloon busting from too much air. you can see fireworks behind your eyelids. all while that was happening, jiseok gets to experience probably the best moment of his life: you squirting all over his face. when you open your eyes to look at him, he looks like he just won the lottery. his eyes closed while he whimpers at the sight of your wet cunt. jiseok licks his lips to taste your juices while placing his head on one of your thighs, eyes looking up at you like an innocent child, like he didn’t make you cum violently just now. “we should do this more often.”

🍒 hyeongjun:

honestly so obsessed with the “play me like one of your instruments” trope. hyeongjun got pretty hands with long skinny rough fingers from playing guitar and he sure does put them into good use in the bedroom. he has you lying on his lap while he’s pumping his fingers in and out your pussy. his tattoed digits disappearing between your folds. his thumb playing with your sensitive bundle. and if he’s feeling generous he would use his mouth to suck at it. today was one of those days. hyeongjun’s hand kneading at your breast while the other one work its way between your thighs. he spits at your cunt before kissing, licking and sucking it all at once. usually, he can get you to cum pretty easily with just his fingers so when his mouth comes in to play, you’re met with tremendous pleasure. it’s the way he’s so quiet and nonchalant about how he’s driving you crazy, it’s how he’s able to turn you into putty under him. “feels good?” he asks, while his mouth still on your pussy, making you whimpers out a bunch of yes’s. you can feel his smirk on your skin as he proceeds to curl his digits inside you, knowing that’s how to rip your orgasm out of you. in addition, the suction on your bundle becomes rougher, his tongue licking at it in between. that’s when you feel yourself cumming, squirting all over his face, on his curly locks. hyeongjun pulls his fingers away from your heat, making you sighs at the empty feeling. “open.” he says, tapping your cheek with his other hand. you obliged and open your mouth, tongues hanging out between your lips. hyeongjun presses his fingers, dripping in your juices, on your tongue. “suck.” you do as you’re told while he watches attentively, his gaze glued on you like you’re the most beautiful thing on earth when your sucking on his fingers. he smiles at the sight. “that’s my good girl.”

🍒 jooyeon:

you know your boyfriend is nuts. that’s how his friends describe him. but they don’t know that he’s even crazier in bed. he’s a freak, the freakiest you’ve ever seen. it’s not like he has some weird kinks or anything. it’s just the way he acts. he teases you until you cry while he chuckles, he makes sure you can’t think of anything else but him. in your head, there’s only jooyeon jooyeon jooyeon. he loves using toys on you too, just to overwhelm you with his love and lust. he can be fucking you like usual and then boom, he’s pushing a vibrator on your clit. without even opening your eyes, you can see that smirk he has on his face right now as he looks at your lewd expressions. you can try begging him to go easy on you as you already came before but he won’t be bothered to listen. “don’t care baby, i’ll do whatever i want to my pretty pussy.” your pussy aren’t even yours anymore. he keeps thrusting into you, groaning out in sycn with your moans at the vibrating feeling. his thrust deep and urgent as he feels his own high approaching. “shit…come for me princess.” he rubs the vibrator at your clit, gaining louder and more desperate moans from you. finally, when you let out a choked strings of whimpers, your hole sucking his cock in tightly, jooyeon drools at the sight of you squirting all over his lower abdomen. his rhythm became faster then sloppier as he cums inside you, the image of you squirting playing over and over in his head. after one last thrust, jooyeon collapses on your body, heavy breathing at your ears while you’re chest to chest. “fuck, i love you so fucking much”

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my first xdz post!! cant get over how good they are ugh so underrated. i tried to write everyone’s the same length of text but idk i kinda sucks LMAO but i hope you like it!!

[obsessedwithjoosnose]

Taking a shower together for the first time.

⚠It's not nsfw, but I can do that too! Just wait.

Goo Gunil

After another show, Gunil was still buzzing with energy, yet drenched in exhaustion and sweat. Glitter clung to his skin, his makeup smudged, and he felt sticky, messy, human. You were there too, cheering in the crowd like a true fangirl (and you really were one), and now you looked just as chaotic, streaks of glitter in your hair, makeup smudged by the heat and the thrill of watching your boyfriend on stage, shining like he belonged to another world.

“We look like two glittery pigs,” You joked, laughing as you both entered the hotel room, fingers still intertwined. Gunil chuckled, holding your backpack for you. You’d only be staying the night before heading home in the morning.

You stretched your back, wandering lazily around the room while he dropped the bag in the corner. Reaching for your towel, you noticed him doing the same. Without realizing it, both of you ended up at the bathroom door, at the exact same time, for the exact same reason.

“Ah! You can go first."

You said quickly, a shy smile tugging at your lips, suddenly feeling like you were intruding.

He shook his head, laughing softly.

“It’s okay… I don’t mind if we go together.”

Your breath caught. For a moment you just stood there, cheeks warm, eyes wide. He blinked, realizing what he’d just said.

“Oh- I mean, only if you want to! I don’t know why I said that,” He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “You can go first, sweetheart.”

“It’s okay,” You murmured, smiling faintly, eyes dropping to your feet. “We can go together.”

“Sure,” He said simply, though inside, poor Gunil was falling apart, trying not to look too eager, too flustered. He’d wanted this closeness for so long.

You both stepped into the small bathroom, the door closing softly behind you. The air felt heavier, humid, expectant. You held your towel against your chest, your eyes curious.

“You can hang your towel here,” he said gently, pointing to the hook beside his own blue one.

You did, smiling faintly as you noticed them side by side, such a small, intimate image that made your chest ache with tenderness. You imagined a life like that: mornings and nights shared in the quiet.

“Should I… turn around?” he asked softly, watching you with that careful, respectful gaze. It took you a second to understand, to remember that, to shower, clothes had to come off. He had seen you before, but this was different. This time, it felt real.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to,” you whispered, voice almost lost in the steam.

He nodded anyway, turning his back to you. In one fluid motion, he lifted his shirt and set it on the counter. You watched as his skin came into view; warm, bronze, dotted with tiny freckles across his shoulders. The muscles in his back shifted as he moved, and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe.

When you finally gathered yourself, you took advantage of his turned back to slip out of your top and black skirt, left standing in simple underwear. The air between you seemed to shimmer.

Gunil, now in nothing but his boxers, turned to you with a gentle smile.

“Are you okay? I can step out if you want,”

he offered, opening the shower door.

“I’m okay,”

you smiled softly, and for a moment, the vulnerability of your bodies seemed so small compared to the quiet intensity in your eyes.

You both shed the rest of your clothes slowly, as if undressing a secret. The sight of him, strong yet gentle, skin kissed with tiny freckles, made your chest tighten. He looked at you too, taking in your curves, the glow of your skin under the bathroom light, the soft rise and fall of your breath.

He smiled, that small, honest smile of his, and turned on the water, checking the temperature with his hand.

“Feels good to me. What do you think?” he asked, glancing at you.

You stepped closer, the warmth of his skin brushing yours.

“It’s perfect,” you said with a small grin.

He took your hand, pressing a light kiss to your knuckles before guiding you under the stream. The water cascaded down your bodies, mingling, merging, laughter spilling softly between you.

“Can I wash your hair? I heard the hotel shampoo’s good,” he teased, water dripping down his face, his grin wide and boyish. “Besides, you’re covered in glitter.”

You laughed, nodding, then leaned in, just enough to press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. His breath caught, and then he turned, meeting your lips fully under the running water. The kiss was slow, unhurried, the kind that says I see you. His hands brushed your cheeks, and your sighs filled the echoing space.

You smiled against his mouth before pulling back, playful now.

“Don’t forget to actually wash my hair,” you teased.

He laughed, grabbing the shampoo.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kim Jungsu

It was your first trip together, and honestly, everything seemed to be falling apart. The flight was delayed, Jungsu’s suitcase got lost, and when you finally reached the hotel, you found out your reservation hadn’t even been confirmed. The only room left was the worst one in the place, one bed, one shower, and a faint smell of old air and dust.

With no other choice, you both just laughed it off and headed upstairs. The wallpaper was peeling, the bed creaked at every step, but somehow, with Jungsu beside you, even the worst day felt lighter. You had been laughing since morning, finding little reasons to turn frustration into amusement.

“This place looks like it’s straight out of a horror movie. Psycho, maybe,” he joked, and you burst out laughing, shaking your head as you sat on the bed that groaned in protest, making you both laugh even harder.

“Okay, we need a shower and a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be better, I can feel it,” you said, smiling as you pulled your towel from the suitcase.

Jungsu reached for his too, flashing that soft, boyish grin that always made your chest flutter.

“Do you… um, want to go with me?” you asked, leaning against the bathroom door with a shy smile. "I mean, the bathroom here is probably even scarier."

He froze for a second, his ears turning red before he managed a small, bright-eyed smile. “Sure,” he murmured, stepping closer. His tall frame passed by you, brushing your shoulder lightly as he entered the small bathroom lit by a flickering yellow light. The tiles were old, the mirror fogged at the edges, and there wasn’t even a hook for the towels, so you both left them tangled together on the counter.

“Could you, um… turn around? Or I might have a heart attack,” he said softly, half-laughing.

You giggled, shaking your head but turning away. The quiet rustle of clothes filled the air, and you bit your lip, your heart racing. Jungsu’s soft breathing was the only sound between you, steady but trembling.

Then, you began undressing too, starting with your shirt. Behind you, Jungsu let out a startled cough, shy, flustered. When you finally stood there, bare and still facing away, silence settled again. Just the sound of two hearts beating in rhythm.

“You can… turn around,” he stammered gently.

You turned slowly, keeping your gaze on his flushed face so he wouldn’t feel too exposed, but it was clear he was already lost in the sight of you. His face was crimson, his arms folded across his chest as if to shield himself from your gaze.

“Hey… don’t hide,” you said softly, stepping closer. “You’re beautiful.”

He let out a small, shaky laugh, lowering his arms. “You’re beautiful too. So much.”

You smiled, brushing past him to step into the shower. He followed, still a little clumsy and bashful.

The water came down in a sudden burst, cold. “Ah! That’s freezing!” he yelped, jumping back, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Okay, okay, I’ll fix it. Hold on,” you chuckled, adjusting the tap until the stream turned warm. Jungsu stood beside you, hair already damp, looking like a drenched kitten. Droplets ran down his smooth skin, glimmering in the dim yellow light.

“Better?” you asked softly.

He tested the water with his hand and nodded. “Yeah… much better,” he said, stepping under the stream. Water cascaded over his shoulders, down his chest, and you couldn’t help but sigh quietly at how gentle he looked.

“Come here,” he whispered, reaching for your hands and guiding you beneath the water with him.

“It won’t fit both of us!” you laughed, trying to back away, but he only laughed too, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“It fits just fine,” he murmured against your neck, voice low and warm. “See? We fit.”

O.de (Oh Seungmin)

You were feeling awful. After walking home under a storm the night before, the rain had settled into your bones and bloomed into a fever.

Your head throbbed, your skin burned, yet you couldn’t stop shivering. Still, things didn’t feel unbearable. Not with Seungmin there.

From the start, he hadn’t left your side. He checked your temperature, made soup, tucked you into layers of blankets, pressed gentle kisses against your forehead, claiming it would make you heal faster, and always found a way to make even the bitter medicine a little sweeter.

But the fever wouldn’t break. You felt light, dizzy, floating between warmth and chills.

“Sweetheart…” he murmured, sitting at the edge of the bed, his hand brushing softly against your cheek. “What do you think about a cold shower? It might help bring your temperature down.”

You groaned, curling deeper into the sheets. “A cold shower? It sounds freezing.”

“I’ll go with you,” he said, his voice low and tender, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You didn’t even think twice, just nodded weakly, letting him pull the blankets away. His arms came around your waist, strong and reassuring, guiding you to your feet. He pressed a kiss into your hair before walking you toward the bathroom.

“Could you- maybe help me with my clothes?” you mumbled with a faint laugh. “I feel like if I move too much, I’ll collapse.”

He chuckled softly, though his eyes searched yours for permission. “Are you sure? You can tell me to stop anytime, okay? I don’t want to cross any line.”

You met his gaze, feeling that quiet trust fill the room like light. “I’m fine, Min. You take care of me better than anyone. You deserve a bath too, even if it’s freezing.”

He smiled, that small, shy smile that made his dimples appear, before lifting the hem of your oversized shirt, the one that had once been his. He left you in your simple underwear, then peeled off his own shirt and sweats, standing before you in nothing but his boxers.

You couldn’t help it, your eyes lingered. His body was beautiful in an effortless way: narrow waist, broad shoulders, the delicate lines of his collarbone catching the bathroom light. Your head pulsed, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell if it was the fever or something else entirely.

“Hey, no staring,” he teased, covering his chest dramatically, making you laugh.

You covered your eyes playfully. “Fine, fine.”

“Alright, serious business now,” he said, stepping into the shower and turning the knob to cold. The sound of rushing water filled the space, echoing off the tiles.

“Why can’t we just take a normal hot shower like every other couple?” you complained from behind him.

“Because,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with that soft grin, “you’re sick, and we need to cool you down. And besides, we’re not every other couple.”

He opened his arms, inviting you in. You sighed in defeat and stepped forward, pressing your burning skin against his cooler body. Your chests met, your breaths mingled, the warmth between you almost enough to defy the cold.

“On three,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “One… two… three.”

You shut your eyes tight as the icy water cascaded over both of you, sharp and shocking, stealing your breath for a second.

“It’s so cold, Seung!” you squealed, trying to wriggle free, but he only laughed, tightening his arms around you.

“Hey, hey… just a little longer. You’ll get used to it. Trust me.” He kissed your cheek, his voice warm against the chill, his hand drawing slow circles on your back.

And somehow, you did get used to it.

Gaon (Kwak Jiseok)

He came home drunk that night. Jiseok had said he was going out with his bandmates for a few drinks, and no one expected him to be such a lightweight. After just a few glasses of soju, his words were slurred, his cheeks pink, and he couldn’t stop talking about you; crying, even, when he said how beautiful you were. Everyone laughed, and Jooyeon filmed it all, promising to use it as blackmail later.

“I should be home with her right now…” he mumbled, swaying in his seat. That was Jungsu’s cue to take him home before things got worse.

He called you first, and though your voice carried worry, he assured you Jiseok was fine, just a little too sentimental for his own good.

When the doorbell rang, you already knew who it was. “Ji! You’re here,” you said as you opened the door, relief washing over you. Jiseok’s flushed face lit up the moment he saw you, and he stumbled out of Jungsu’s arms straight into yours.

“My love!” he mumbled, half-asleep, showering your face with clumsy kisses that smelled strongly of soju.

You waved goodbye to Jungsu and closed the door behind you, still holding onto your clingy, drunken boyfriend. “Okay, you need a shower,” you said, trying not to laugh as he swayed in your arms.

“But I’m fine…” he pouted, and you sighed in disbelief. “Seriously, Jiseok. You need to sober up.”

“Hey, don’t call me that,” he whined. “Where’s the ‘baby,’ ‘love,’ ‘sweetheart’? Don’t be mad, baby. I just… went a little overboard.”

You led him into the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet lid. Despite yourself, you smiled, he was unbearably affectionate when drunk.

“Okay, my baby,” you said softly, brushing your thumb over his warm cheek, “can you please take a shower? Then we can sleep together after.”

“Come with me then… please.” His pout deepened as he leaned into your hand.

You froze for a second. “But…”

“I’m not that drunk. I mean it.” He took your hand from his cheek and kissed it gently. “Please?” he whispered, almost shyly.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Alright- but no funny business,” you teased, pointing a finger at him.

“I swear. I promise,” he said, his eyes bright with relief and something tender.

Still a little dizzy, he stood up and fumbled with his clothes, nearly tripping as he tried to pull off his Green Day shirt. “Careful, Ji,” you laughed, slipping off your own shirt.

He froze for a moment when he noticed, his blush deepening as he realized you were undressing too. You couldn’t help glancing at him, slim frame, soft lines, small moles scattered over his stomach.

“Don’t stare!” he whined, still wrestling with his pants until he was finally bare. “I’m not!” you lied, now blushing yourself as you finished undressing.

He grinned as he turned on the shower, steam filling the air. “Come on, come here,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

You stepped in beside him, the warm water cascading over both of you.

“Mmm… this feels good,” he murmured, tilting his head back, letting the water run down his hair and face. “I told you you’d feel better,” you said with a small smile.

He rested his head on your shoulder, arms sliding around your waist. “It feels good because you’re here, silly,” he whispered, his voice soft against your skin.

You chuckled. “I could still walk out and leave you in here all drunk, you know.” He shook his head quickly, pressing small kisses along your shoulder.

“Nooo… and I’m not drunk,” he muttered between kisses that wandered up your arm. “Of course you’re not,” you teased, running your fingers through his wet hair, the gesture making him melt against you.

And later, when you both realized you’d forgotten the towels, you ended up dripping water all over the floor, laughing as Jiseok clung to you, shivering and mumbling that it was “way too cold without you.”

Junhan (Han Hyeongjun)

You had prepared a surprise for him.

Lately, Junhan had been running on empty. Rehearsals, recording sessions, sleepless nights. He often complained that it had been forever since he’d had the time for a real bath, the kind that made him feel human again. Every time he said it, your heart ached a little.

So, tonight, you decided to fix that.

A warm bath waited for him, water steaming, bubbles overflowing, the scent of his favorite bath salts wrapping the room in calm.

“Okay… I’m getting nervous, and that’s not something I usually do,” he laughed as you guided him toward the bathroom, your hands gently covering his eyes.

“Relax. That’s literally the point,” you teased, smiling as you led him forward.

“We’re in… the bathroom?” he asked, his brows furrowing beneath your palms.

“No questions, Detective,” you said with a laugh. “Alright… three, two, one.”

You lifted your hands from his eyes, revealing the glowing, fragrant surprise in front of him.

For a heartbeat, Junhan just stood there, stunned. “My god, you did all this?” he asked, turning slowly toward you, his smile flickering between awe and disbelief.

“Yes,” you said softly. “You deserve it.” You pressed a loud, playful kiss to his cheek, earning a laugh as he took your hands in his.

“You can enjoy it. I’ll be in the kitchen finishing dinner,” you added, ready to slip away.

But as you tried to pull your hands back, he tightened his hold. His eyes dropped, hesitating, cheeks flushing. “Would you… maybe want to join me?” he asked quietly. “You’ve been working hard too. You deserve it as much as I do.”

You felt your heart soften at his shy sincerity. Junhan rarely asked for things so directly, he usually spoke through small gestures, quiet touches. You wanted to honor that.

“Of course,” you said, smiling warmly.

He nodded, his smile small but genuine, still not meeting your eyes. “Could you… turn around for a moment? Just until I get in?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“Of course, love. You don’t need to be shy,” you reassured him, turning your back.

You heard the soft rustle of clothes being removed, the faint thud as they hit the floor, and then the sound of him lowering himself into the water, a quiet sigh of relief escaping his lips.

“You can turn around now.”

When you did, you saw only his dark hair floating among the bubbles, his hands covering his face. “You can, um… take your clothes off too,” he mumbled, voice muffled, his hands still hiding his eyes.

“Right,” you said with a nervous little laugh, quickly undressing.

He grew restless at the sound of you moving, and then froze when you slipped into the bath opposite him. The warm water rippled around you, your legs brushing under the surface, the contact soft but electric.

“You can look now,” you whispered.

He slowly lowered his hands, his cheeks immediately turning pink as his eyes met yours. You both smiled; shy, awkward, sweet.

“Look at this,” you said playfully, scooping up a handful of foam and smearing it across your upper lip like a mustache. “Would you still love me if I had one?”

He laughed, really laughed, for the first time in days, the sound echoing softly in the steamy air. “I don’t think I could,” he teased, flicking a bit of water at you.

“Hey!” you giggled, turning your head as another splash hit your cheek, both of you breaking into laughter.

The tension melted with the bubbles, replaced by something warm and easy.

Lee Jooyeon

After a quiet afternoon walk in the park, the sky suddenly broke open, rain pouring down as if the world itself was collapsing. You and Jooyeon had gone there on foot, and your home wasn’t exactly close, so the two of you ran hand in hand through the storm, laughing breathlessly as the rain soaked you to the bone.

When he finally unlocked the door, you both stumbled inside, shivering from the cold. Your clothes clung uncomfortably to your skin, hair dripping onto the floor, shoes squelching with every step.

“My love, you need to shower before you catch a cold,” he said softly, his voice trembling with the chill. You both walked toward the bedroom together.

“You too… You can go first,” you said, tossing him one of the towels you’d just taken from the wardrobe. He caught it midair, his eyes flicking toward you.

For a moment, Jooyeon went quiet. He paused at the bathroom door, glancing at you with a strangely hesitant look. It wasn’t like him, his cheeks were already turning a faint pink.

“Um… maybe we could, I don’t know, shower together? Just so we don’t get sick, you know?” His tone was playful, but his raised eyebrows betrayed the nervousness behind the suggestion.

You laughed, shaking your head, trying to mask your own sudden shyness. “Just admit it’s an excuse to see me naked, you pervert!” you teased, pointing at him as he raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Fine, fine, have it your way,” he said with a crooked smile, still blushing but trying to sound confident. “Catch a cold instead of enjoying a hot shower with your ridiculously handsome boyfriend.”

Rolling your eyes playfully, you crossed your arms. “Well, since you insist…” You brushed past him toward the bathroom. He blinked, surprised that you had actually agreed, then smiled, awkward but clearly thrilled.

He followed you inside, closing the door gently behind him. You hung your towel beside the shower; he mirrored your movements quietly, the sound of dripping rain filling the silence between you.

You stood facing each other, both a little uncertain.

“I think… to shower, you actually have to take your clothes off,” he joked.

“Oh really? That’s not how I usually do it,” you replied, and he laughed, the tension breaking for a moment.

He cleared his throat and met your eyes once more before pulling off his soaked T-shirt. You couldn’t help but hold your breath. The wet fabric clung to his skin before he tossed it to the floor, arms crossing shyly over his chest as a small, embarrassed smile curved his lips.

He wasn’t overly muscular, but there was something quietly beautiful about him, the faint definition of his shoulders, the way the droplets of rain traced down his bronzed skin.

You swallowed hard, pretending to clear your throat, and pulled your own shirt off carefully, left in a simple bra. When you looked up again, he was already completely naked, nervously laughing.

“You’re fast,” you said, fighting with your soaked jeans until you almost lost your balance. “Ah!”

Jooyeon burst into laughter, catching your hand before you could fall. “Careful,” he chuckled, still grinning as you steadied yourself.

“Thanks,” you said softly. He glanced at you quickly, then looked away with a faint blush.

“Seriously though,” he murmured, his fingers brushing yours, “if this feels uncomfortable for you, I can step out.”

You shook your head gently. “I’m fine, Joo. Really.”

You smiled, taking his hand and pulling him under the shower with you.

The warm water hit the cold tiles with a soft hiss, steam curling around your bodies. Jooyeon stepped beneath the stream, tilting his head back as his muscles relaxed under the heat. Then he pulled you close, your body pressed against his, both of you standing beneath the shower as the water flowed over you, washing away the chill, the rain, the world outside.

You slipped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in his damp hair. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then another to your cheek, his lips warm despite the mist.

“I want to stay like this forever,” he whispered, tightening his embrace.

“So do I…” you breathed back, smiling softly. “But only if you promise to pay the water bill after.”

He laughed quietly, the sound blending with the rhythm of the falling water.

[jooyeonnie]

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XDINARY HEROES AT LOLLAPALOOZA '25

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study date | h.hyeongjun

➨ pairing: junhan x fem!reader

➨ genre: smut (MDNI)

➨ word count: 4.6k (hehe)

➨ warnings: shy turned FREAK junhan, junhan with glasses 👅, he tries to teach her guitar but fails..

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNHAN !! my best friend and i recently saw them on tour and we got hi-bye.. i’ve been gaon biased since forever but seeing junhan irl and making EYE CONTACT actually changed everything.

junhan was your classmate, but you barely knew anything about him. you knew he liked to play the guitar, seeming his fingers were always covered in calluses and bandaids. you also knew he was quiet, way too quiet. every time you were around him, you were always hyper aware of yourself, even your breathing.

when you got paired for your project, you were beyond nervous. this class was frustrating enough to begin with, and now you’ll have to work on an assignment worth more than half your grade with someone you barely knew? you felt like you were being set up.

but you couldn’t complain with the way that junhan was treating you already. he’s not a man of many words, but he definitely showed it through his actions. he figured it was too busy to study in the library, so he very shyly invited you to his place to work on it.

while you were nervous, you also couldn’t help but be a little excited. he’s very cute and sweet, and hopefully this would give you an opportunity to talk to him more and find out what he’s like beyond the exterior he’s always showing at school.

you get to his place around 7:00, you walked alone much to his disapproval. you knock a few times before putting your hand back to grip your backpack strap, your sweaty palms rubbing against the fabric. after a few seconds, junhan opens the door. there’s a small smile on his face that makes your heart race, and he opens the door a little wider and moves out the way. “come in” he says as he gestures for you to walk inside.

you’re surprised by the state of his dorm, in your mind every college boy’s room is dirty and littered with cans of alcohol and other.. illegal substances. maybe a few clothes on a floor that haven’t seen a washing room in a few weeks. but junhan’s place wasn’t like that at all. it wasn’t spotless, but it was clear he did his best to keep it as clean as possible despite the tight schedule he seems to have. you just didn’t know that he cleaned it for you.

he closes the door and walks up to you but still stands a few feet away before speaking up, “so.. do you wanna start? my coffee table is a little messy so we can study in my room. if you’re okay with that.” he says a little too worriedly. you giggle softly at how frantically he’s speaking but you nod, “that’s fine with me.”

he leads you into his room, and you’re immediately greeted with the sight of his guitars on the wall. he has one acoustic and 2 electric all lined up, a few amps and other accessories are on the floor below them. one that you pay attention to is the one at the end, it has a pretty pattern that catches your eye. he closes the door behind you two before sitting on his bed, pointing to the chair in front of him at his desk, “you can sit at my desk.”

you snap out of your trance and quickly thank him before sitting down at the desk, moving a few papers and notebooks out the way so you can put your laptop down. you open it to your shared document, going back to the study material you two were looking over during class.

“so, he wants us to create a slideshow, right?” you ask him. you already knew the answer and had the syllabus memorized at this point, but you needed to try to talk to him as best you could.

he nods as he opens his own laptop and opens the document their professor sent out earlier that day, “a 20 page slideshow and an 500 word essay due by friday, no exceptions.” he says monotonely, seemingly anything but excited for this project.

you nod and look over at the study material again before speaking, “this website he sent us over has everything we need, we just have to read and take notes and then we can go from there.” you reassure, hoping it’ll make him feel a little easier about this.

he nods, looking back at his computer again, “i guess we can start now.”

about 30 minutes pass and not a single word has been uttered between you two besides him asking if you need water and to use the bathroom, and it’s driving you insane. the point of this was to study, yes, but that doesn’t mean you couldn’t talk to each other. he intrigued you so much and you couldn’t tell if it was how quiet he was, the way he probably has more guitars than friends, or how stupidly attractive he was.

either way, you needed to get to know him.

you pull away from your computer, stretching your arms a bit and taking a look back around the room, the guitar from earlier catches your eye again. it had an almost pearlescent brown look to it with a nice dark wood grain for the neck. from what you’ve gathered about him he’s had it for a long time, but you can barely tell due to the condition it’s in.

you look over at his bed and see him still typing away, you assume he’s still taking notes. you can’t help but notice how good he looks, he’s not even dressed up nicely either. his black framed glasses are almost slipping off the tip of his nose and he has to readjust them every few seconds, and every time he does you get a good look at his hands. apart from the dry skin on his fingers, he has pretty, dainty tattoos on the outside of his fingers that made you dizzy.

as much as you’d like to, you knew you couldn’t stare forever, so you decide to try your best to talk to him. “you play?” you say, pointing to the guitars on his wall.

he looks up at you and nods, looking a little surprised you were paying attention that well. “oh, guitar? i’ve been playing for a while now.” he says, and you can tell he’s a little more enthusiastic than usual.

you smile and your eyes widen, “really? i’ve always wanted to play but i couldn’t ever get good at it. you must be really talented.”

his face heats up a bit and he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment, shaking his head, “thank you..” he says awkwardly

you nod and smile again, awed by how shy he is. you glanced back at the wall, absentmindedly staring at the guitar again. you see him out the corner of your eye, tapping his fingers along his notepad like he’s contemplating something.

“it’s not hard once you get back the first few weeks.” he says slowly, like he’s testing the waters, “once you get the hang of it, it’s really fun.”

you hum softly, tilting your head back to him, “still, it’s impossible to me.” you say as you laugh softly.

he hesitates, his eyes flickering between you and his laptop for a moment before speaking again, “you know i could teach you if you’d like. only if you want me to, of course.” he offers.

your heart skips a beat, you never would’ve imagined in a million years someone as shy as him would offer to teach you. but who are you to pass something up like that?

“i’d love that.”

before you can say anything else, he clears his throat, “uh you can-“ he gestures to the empty space next to him on the bed, “sit here, it’s easier if you’re.. closer.”

you bite back a smile and set your laptop and notebook on his desk before sitting next to him. he stands up and grabs the guitar from the wall, quickly plugging it into the amp. he sits back down with it in his lamp and makes sure it’s in tune and at a decent volume before looking over at you.

“do you know how to hold it?” he says as he hands it to you, trying to ignore his heart racing from how pretty you look right now, even though you’re just sitting there.

you nod, taking it from his hands and placing it on your lap. your left hand immediately goes to the fretboard and you use your other hand to adjust the body of the guitar against your thigh, “am i holding it right?”

he nods and smiles a bit, surprised at your posture. “it’s perfect.

his gaze lingers for a little longer before looking back down at your hands, “i’ll show you how to play a c chord, it’s very easy.” he says quietly, like he’s nervous all over again. he shifts closer, his hand hovering over yours as it touches the fretboard. he gently moves your fingers into position, making sure your placement is right and comfortable. you’re trying your best to ignore how warm his hands are, but it’s hard when they’re so close to yours.

he pauses for a second, his gaze flicking up to your face and setting on a few stray strands of hair covering your cheek. without thinking, he reaches up and moves them out the way, gently tucking them behind your ear, his fingertips brushing your skin for a second too long.

“sorry..” he murmurs, his voice lower like he’s embarrassed. “just need to see your hand,”

you go still for a second before realizing what he’s telling you to do, and you put your hand back on the fretboard like before.

“all you do is place these 3 fingers.. here, here, and here. hold them down, but not too hard or else they’ll hurt.” he says, moving his hand back into his lap when he sees you got the position right.

“now.. strum.”

you strum the guitar once, and you’re immediately taken aback by the way it sounds. you actually, for once in your life, played a guitar chord correctly; and that was all thanks to him. you smile again and strum a few more times, looking up at him.

“i did it!” you say excitedly.

he smiles back proudly, his eyes meeting yours for a second before looking back at your hands, “you did it perfectly. that’s so good!” he says softly, almost like it means more to him than it does to you.

only when you look up is when you realize how close he really is, his face just a few inches from yours. his thighs press against yours, his arm brushing your side every time he shifts. you can smell him, clean laundry and a trace of cologne that he sprayed on just for you.

there’s another far, much worse problem that he refuses to acknowledge, partially due to the fact that he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and the other fact is that he can’t do anything to fix it. he was getting hard.

he swallows, trying to keep his breathing normal, but it’s useless when your eyes keep flicking down to his lips. you don’t even notice you’re doing it until you see the way his gaze drops to your mouth in return.

“you’re.. a really fast learner. that was good”, he say quietly, his voice lower now.

you smile a bit, “you taught me.”

he doesn’t laugh, just leans in slightly, enough to where you can feel the tension growing between you two. “no,” he says, pausing slightly, “i mean.. you’re making it really heard to focus.”

your stomach flips, “am i?”

he lets out a small breath, nodding. “yeah. it’s.. hard to pay attention when you’re looking at me like that.” his eyes flick down to your lips again before darting away like he’s afraid he’s being too obvious.

your heart pounds, warmth creeping up your neck. “is that.. bad?”

he shakes his head quickly, a shy smile tugging at his mouth. “no. not bad.”

there’s a pause where neither of you moves, the air between you heavy. then, like he’s finally made up his mind, he leans in, slow enough for you to see it coming, slow enough to give you time to stop him if you wanted to. but you didn’t.

he didn’t know if it was the fact that you were so close to him, or if it was the way you smelled, or the way you smiled at him when he praised you, but one thing for sure was he couldn’t hold back anymore.

he leans in carefully, like he’s testing the waters and making sure you want this as much as he does. his lips press softly against yours, and just when you realize you need more, he pulls away before you know it’s even over.

you barely give him time to react when you’re leaning back in and kissing him again, firmer this time.

he lets out a soft noise from his throat, one hand finding your waist while the other cradles the side of your neck. the guitar shifts awkwardly in your lap, and you keep having to adjust it so it’s not digging into him, but neither of you care anymore.

before you can do anything, he leans in and presses a warm kiss to your cheek. slow, lingering, like he’s trying to memorize the way you feel. then his eyes flick down to the guitar still on your lap. his hands move carefully, almost hesitant, as he takes it from you and sets it against his dresser.

the space between you feels different, heavier now. there’s no holding back anymore. his fingers find your waist again, gently pushing you back onto his bed. your head hits the pillows softly and he moves so he’s on top of you, his knee slotting right between your thighs and his hand bracing the mattress on the side of your head.

his glasses slide slightly down his nose, and you can see through the dim light in his room the faintest pink tint on his cheeks, but he doesn’t stop.

you’re still catching your breath when his voice drops to a whisper. “i’ve wanted you for so long.”

your breath catches, and before he can lean down, you murmur, “then why didn’t you tell me?”

he glances at your lips, his voice low. “didn’t think you’d want me too.”

you smile faintly, shaking your head. “ well then you have no idea how wrong you are.”

that’s all it takes. his mouth finds yours again, deeper this time, more certain than before when he knows you want him as badly as he does. his body presses closer, his palm firm against the bed, his other hand sliding to your hip like he’s finally letting himself touch you the way he’s wanted to. your hands curl into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss grows warmer, slower, like neither of you are in any rush to pull away.

“don’t hold back,” he whispers against your skin, his breath warm. his hand under your shirt slides higher, his palm resting just beneath your ribs as his lips linger on your neck.

your fingers grip the fabric of his shirt tighter, pulling him a little closer without even realizing it. his hand slides further under your shirt so his fingertips are brushing up against the bottom of your bra, your back arching at his warm touch.

he doesn’t pull away this time, just kissing you deeply and slowly while his hands explore your torso cause he can’t help himself anymore. his knee slides down, and when he gets closer you can feel his unmistakable hard on through his sweats.

your breath catches, and the realization makes heat rush straight through you. you shift slightly without thinking, and his breath stutters against your mouth.

“careful,” he murmurs, voice lower now, almost strained.

you look up at him through your lashes, unable to hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “does that.. distract you?”

his eyes lock on yours, and for a second he looks like he’s about to answer honestly, but instead he leans down, his lips brushing your ear. “you have no idea.”

he notices, and his lips curve into a faint smile against your neck. “you feel even better than i imagined,” he whispers, his voice a little rougher now.

the pressure of his knee shifts again, pressing up in a way that makes your thighs clench around him. you let out a shaky breath, biting down on your lip so hard you can taste the faint hint of metal, still trying to keep quiet.

but he notices that too. he leans up just enough to meet your eyes, his own darker now, and says softly, “i wanna hear you, please?”

you nod and smile softly at him, watching as he leans down to kiss the underside of your jaw as both his hands start to pull your shirt up slightly. your arms lift instinctively, and he pulls away for a second to take your shirt off completely.

he almost moans at the sight, he would’ve never imagined that he’d have you under him like this, completely under his control. but it feels better than he would’ve ever thought it to be.

“so so pretty..” he whispers, leaning down to kiss a line from your neck down to your belly button. his hand caresses your bra, squeezing gently, making you moan a little louder than you expected to. he smirks to himself and continues kissing you, reaching behind your back to free you from the restraints of the fabric.

he kisses down your chest slowly, tugging your bra aside until you’re fully bare beneath him. the look on his face makes your skin burn, it feels like he’s trying memorizing every inch of you, like he can’t believe he’s allowed to see you like this (he can’t). his mouth wraps around your nipple, gentle at first while his other hand squeezes your entire boob, the wetness of his tongue makes you grip the sheet harder.

your hand tangles into his fluffy hair, grabbing it gently but hard enough to make him groan. he breathes against your skin, grinding further into you. you can’t believe you have him like this, the boy that was too shy to look in your direction during class was moaning your name in your ear?!

his other hand slides down, brushing along your side until it reaches the waistband of your jeans. he hesitates for a second, lifting his head to glance up at you. “can i?” he asks, voice breathy.

you nod, letting out a breath as your hand is still gripping onto his hair, “please.”

that’s all it takes for him to start unbuttoning your jeans, pulling them down to leave you in your lacy set that you may or may not have worn on purpose.

his eyes flicker from your eyes to the fabric as he finishes pulling your jeans off, his large hands moving your tights apart.

you notice he looks nervous all over again, so you take his hand and lead it down your body and placing it over your heat, silently letting him know that you want this as bad as he does.

“fuck,” he whispers, “you’re so warm..” he says, his fingers pressing down gently.

you whine softly, rolling your hips against his hand without meaning to. you’ve never been this desperate, it’s like your body is begging for him. his eyes darken watching you move, his breathing becoming more heavier now.

he moves your panties to the side, his fingertips trailing up and down your slit before easing two inside. you gasp at the initial stretch, his eyes locking back on to yours to make sure that he’s not hurting you. you barely nod your head before he slips his fingers back out and move them back into you.

“junhan-“ you gasp, your thighs clenching around his hand so tightly it felt like it could break. he smirks, adding a thumb to your clit and circling softly. the combination of both is something you’ve never felt before, you could barely get off to your fingers, but feeling his was something completely incomparable.

just when you feel like you’re about to come undone, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips, licking your slick clean off his fingers. you let out a whine at the loss of stretch, but you feel something in you change when you see him sucking on his fingers so desperately.

“i can’t wait anymore.” he admits, his voice rough.

your stomach flips and nerves kick in that you didn’t have before, but you couldn’t wait any longer. “i’ve been waiting for you to say that..”

his hands fumble at the hem of his shirt before tugging it over his head, his glasses slipping off and falling onto the bed in the process. you can’t help but stare at his torso, he’s so lean and pretty, and you start to hate his clothes for the way they kept this hidden from you for so long.

he stands off the bed to take his sweats off, not forgetting to stumble when he’s pulling them off his feet. you giggle softly, but stop when you see his dick print through his boxers. he’s huge.

he notices the way you look at him, his face turning red. “d-don’t look at me like that.” he mutters as he finishes taking his boxers off, your eyes immediately going to his cock before you can stop yourself. it was just as pretty as you imagined it to be.

he swallows hard, climbing back into the bed and pressing himself against you. he groans, burying his face into your neck as his hands grip onto your hips.

“wait- fuck i need..” he trails off, pulling back to reach over you and to his beside table. he opens it, grabbing a small unopened box of condoms. he fumbles with the box for a bit before opening it, pulling a small foil out before throwing it back into his drawer and closing it.

he rips the plastic before slipping it onto himself, letting out a small moan from the way he’s gripping himself. “sorry.. i didn’t wanna..” he trails off again, embarrassed.

you call out his name, smiling softly, “it’s okay, i’m glad you did.” you reassure.

you lift your hips and he helps you finish taking off your panties, almost moaning at the sight of how wet your pussy is. his eyes soften softly, but not for too long when he looks back down and realizes what’s about to happen.

he rubs his tip against your clit, moaning softly at the feeling, he still can’t believe he has you like this. “f-fuck you’re so wet, is this normal?”

you let out a breathy laugh, your hips grinding softly against him, “i jus… like you a lot.” you murmur, your pulse picking up at the sound of his voice.

“you ready?” he asks, searching for the answer in your face before you even say anything.

you nod, tugging him closer, your lips brushing against his cheek and leaving a small kiss. “i want you so badly, please?”

you begging is all it takes, he lines himself up with you before pushing himself past your entrance and letting himself sink into you. your whine catches in your throat and your nails dig into his shoulders. he groans, his eyes squeezing shut as his head falls onto your shoulder as a way to ground himself from being overwhelmed.

“you’re so tight.. feels so good.” he cuts himself off with another moan, his fingers still gripping onto your hips.

he waits a few seconds for you to adjust to size, seeing your small nod before starting to move. the way he moves into your makes your jaw drop, a silent moan falling from your lips as you hold onto his shoulders.

immediately, his hips start moving against yours, each thrust earning a low groan from him and making your head spin. the sound of skin on skin fills the room, hot and desperate. when you look up, junhan is completely lost in the moment, lips parted and flushed, eyes half-lidded, as he buries himself deep into you again and again.

he groans low and desperate, thrusting faster than before, voice breaking. “fuck.. you’re so perfect, god, so tight.. feels so good.” he pants, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing your shoulder.

you gasp, nails raking down his back. you take one hand off him to grip the bedsheets when you feet something hard, it was his glasses that fell off. an idea hits you and grab them, slipping them onto your face. they’re too big, completely crooked on your face and sitting way too low on your nose bridge, but the way he looks at you when he realizes you’re wearing them makes you clench harder around him.

“oh my god” he groans, thrusts faltering for a second, “you’re so perfect.”

he starts thrusting faster than before and you let out a loud moan, your hand going back to dig your nails into his back like before, “i’m so close”

he groans into your neck, his teeth grazing against your collarbone. “me too.. fuck, i can’t hold it” he pants, hips snapping harder against you in a desperate motion.

hearing him just as needy as you pushes you over the edge, your lip trembles and your lashes flutter when your orgasm washes over you, ripping a yell of his name from your throat.

then it hits him, and he swears he’s never seen or heard anything prettier. he whimpers into your ear, hips stuttering as he cums into the condom, silently wishing it wasn’t there in the first place, and hoping it isn’t there next time. his body trembles against yours and you’re chest to chest, his hands still gripping onto your hips like a vice.

he shudders again, tiny moans escaping as he rocks into you slowly, coming down from the intensity while still buried inside you. he sighs softly, forehead brushing against your soft skin and lips pressing soft, lingering kisses along your jaw and collarbone, finally allowing himself to relax in your touch.

he lays against you for a bit, trying to catch his breath and revel in the ecstasy of it all. his fingers trace your arm, absentmindedly drawing patterns when he realizes he’s still inside you.

“oh shit.” he says, sitting up and slowly pulling out of you with a quiet whimper. he ties the condom off and throws it away in his trashcan, then heads into his bathroom without a word.

he comes back with a wet towel, slowly climbing back onto the bed with you and gesturing for you to open your legs again. he gently brushes the towel against you, earning a wince from the way the towel brushes against your swollen clit.

“i know, i’m sorry i’m almost done,” he whispers, trying to finish as fast as possible so you’re not uncomfortable anymore. he finishes and throws the towel in his laundry basket before laying back next to you and throwing a blanket over the two of you.

his arms wrap around you protectively and his chest keeps you warm and safe. your hair is slightly damp and you’re both a little sweaty, his glasses are completely off your face somehow and on the other side of the bed, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his heart beating against yours.

you let out a shaky laugh when you look around his room and see your laptop and notebook still on his desk, completely turned off due to inactivity. “we’re definitely getting an F.” you murmur, voice muffled against his shoulder.

he smiles and laughs back, holding you a little tighter than before. his lips buried into your hair as he speaks,

“it was worth it.”

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