💋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)
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!!
✷ First time I'm trying this bullet-point format, I hope you guys like it! I actually liked it because I can really expand my creativity. Ohmmmm🧘🧘
⚠ nsfw! Various fetishes.
Goo Gunil
Strength fetish.
• Come on, this boy is a bit of a show-off and I just know he likes to prove it to you. Even outside the bedroom, he’ll want to show off; opening a jar you can't, carrying your things, always lifting your feet off the ground whenever he hugs you. Silly things. They’re silly until it’s time for sex. He puts you in any position he wants, immobilizes you, holds your wrists, pulls your hair. I just know it.
• Just imagine you on all fours for him, your head pressed into the pillow, moaning with pleasure while he firmly holds both of your hands against your back, giving you rough thrusts, and all you can do is whimper with pleasure because you can't break free from his grip, and you don't even want to!
• I see scenarios where he fucks you against a wall, holding you tightly against him, lifting you up just by your thighs as if you weigh nothing. You’re scratching his back like crazy, trying to take out all the pleasure you're feeling while whimpering so much. He absolutely loves this position, whether it's in the shower, against your apartment door, or on the bedroom wall. It's just his thing.
• I also feel like when he eats you out, he’ll love being able to immobilize your legs to devour you like a starving man. You know? When you try to close them because it's too much, and he won't let you, and he'll even say things like, "Keep your legs open for me, beautiful." And when you get close to coming, you're so sensitive, trying to close your legs at all costs, trying to push his head away from between your legs, and he just stays there devouring you, showing you how much stronger he is than you.
Lingerie fetish
• Gunil is a romantic guy; he really likes this kind of visual stuff. I think he also digs the texture of the fabric and things like that. If you surprise him with something like this, maybe some cute light blue lingerie, maybe the classic black, get ready for HOURS of foreplay.
• He’ll want to do everything slowly just to see you wearing the lingerie more and more. He really likes how confident and beautiful you look. Sitting on one of his thighs and having hours and hours of making out. Intense kisses while he feels the texture of the lingerie against your super hot skin.
• I can see that during the foreplay session, he might even give you an orgasm by making you rub against your own panties. Pulling the fabric forward to create pressure against your clit and telling you to rub against the lace. (Yes please, yes)
• No matter how long the foreplay session lasts, get ready to be fucked with the lingerie on, too. He'll make you just slide the lace panties to the side and ride him, rub your nipples against the lace because he knows they're super sensitive, or just pull your bra up to have free access to your breasts.
Car sex fetish.
• I don't know if this is necessarily a fetish, but I know he loves it. Maybe it's because of the rush of the situation, you two being so desperate for each other that you can't wait to get home. That sexual tension weighing down the drive home, and you guys can't wait even one more second.
• After a date, for example, you guys are so horny that you simply stop halfway home in an empty parking lot and make out like crazy. As soon as he brakes the car, he’s already taking off his seatbelt, pushing his seat back, and patting his own thigh, signaling for you to get over there.
• He really likes you sucking his dick in the car, too. Just leaning all the way down while still sitting in the passenger seat, unzipping his pants. He throws his head back and sighs while holding your hair, caressing it every now and then.
• He also likes to explore positions in the backseat. He might try something like fucking you on all fours. You on top like a classic. Your legs on his shoulders, you with your feet on the car floor while facing away from him, both of you sitting. I can think of so many possibilities. Sorry guys, he drives me crazy.
Kim Jungsu
High Heels Fetish
• I already touched on this a bit when I wrote that submissive secretary Jungsu imagine. I don’t know why, but he totally gives off this vibe of being super into high heels, how they make you look gorgeous and give you that serious, mature aura, which ties into his secondary fetish for older women. He definitely buys you new heels; high stilettos in all kinds of colors, and those sandal-style ones with pretty rhinestones.
• I can totally see him kneeling down in front of you while you're heavily making out and getting ready for things to escalate, slowly taking off your heels. You’re leaning on his shoulders for support. In your everyday life, if you want him to, he’d even put them on for you. He absolutely loves it.
• Going along with that whole kneeling-to-take-off-your-heels thing, I think he might also worship you a little. When he’s feeling more submissive, he could spend hours kissing your thighs and ankles while holding the heels in his hands.
• Orrrr, when he’s feeling a bit rougher with you during sex, he might just fuck you while you’re still wearing them. I picture him buying you those red-bottom Louboutins, and as a thank you, you wear them with absolutely nothing else. You can bet he’s gonna put your legs over his shoulders, or just spread them wide open.
Mutual Masturbation
• Both watching you masturbate for him while he strokes himself, and masturbating each other. But I think he’s more into watching you, as if he isn't even there. He really likes sitting in an armchair across from the bed and watching you play with yourself, lying down and totally exposed, rubbing your clit or even using a toy
• It can also happen that you watch him masturbate (he is the biggest switch on earth!!!). He also loves when you boss him around and instruct him, extra points if you start masturbating while it’s all happening, he will literally go crazy.
• I feel like he’s into mutual masturbation over the phone sometimes too, either when you guys are apart or just because. Just listening to your voice while he guides you on how to touch your own body, or vice versa. He loves hearing your sighs and loves when you tell him how much you miss him and what you want him to do to you.
• Now, when it’s the two of you masturbating each other, Oh my God, it’s so hot. He really knows how to use his fingers on you, and he loves how much effort you put into keeping your hands on him while getting distracted by your upcoming orgasm. He’ll definitely make you suck his fingers before rubbing your clit, keeping intense eye contact (⚰️), and he’ll make sure you keep looking into his eyes while you stroke him. He’s also super into making you guys cum at the same time.
Praise Kink
• Jungsu is super sweet and romantic, so he’ll definitely love praising you and being praised back. Words of affirmation turn him on so much. Knowing that you’re enjoying the moment, and him telling you how good you make him feel, is just the best.
• I can clearly see him giving you words of encouragement to ride him faster, like: "Yes, you do that so well, go faster baby please," practically whimpering with those kitten eyes.
• He also loves when you do the same (AGAIN, THE BIGGEST SWITCH ALIVE OH MY GOD). He loves when you tell him he's doing so well while eating you out. "Jungsu, you're such a good boy, making me feel so good", he dies.
• When he's fucking you missionary style, he also loves when you both praise and encourage each other. Him asking you to scratch his back because you always do it so well. You asking him to thrust faster because he makes you feel incredible. Him sucking your boobs and telling you how pretty they are. Yes yes yes.
O.de (Oh Seungmin)
Hand Kink
• Do I even need to explain? With him sending pictures of his hands ALMOST EVERY SINGLE DAY (not complaining, I'm really not), man, I just know he has a heavy hand fetish.
• He’ll send you pics of them just like he does on Bubble, no caption, just the photo. But you already know his intentions, so you send a pic of your boobs back (fair trade), and he’s definitely gonna reply saying his hands would look gorgeous squeezing them.
• It’s crazy, he makes you suck his fingers, holds your neck because he loves how it looks, likes to slap your ass just to see the print of his own hand there, fingers you so well, and then makes you lick your own fluids off.
• He’s also super into your hands. When you hold his dick, he loves watching how pretty your hand looks on it. He’ll definitely send you money to get your nails done just because he loves how good it looks when you hold his dick later.
Photo Fetish
• Again, I don’t really need to explain much. He loves taking photos, and I think during sex it won’t be any different. They aren’t explicit photos, they're more like the type with crazy sexual tension, just super suggestive as fuck.
• Pics of his hand on your neck with his thumb on your lips, not fully showing your face; mirror selfies of you sitting on his lap with his face buried in your neck; photos when you’re wearing a revealing cleavage. Nothing explicit, but everyone knows exactly what’s going down.
• And when he takes these photos, it’s during sex, you can bet on it. When you look at the photo it might not look like it, but during the act, absolutely. Imagine he’s fucking you crazy, hand on your neck making you lose your mind, when he stops for just a few seconds to capture how beautiful you look underneath him.
• He really likes when you send him photos too! Showing off your cleavage, your waist, you lying in bed. I feel like he’s really into stuff that isn’t explicitly out there right away.
Mirror Sex Fetish
• Doesn't that just scream his name? Yep. If he doesn’t like the explicit stuff when sending photos, you can bet that during the act, when it’s just the two of you, he’s gonna love the explicit side of it. Having a mirror while you two are fucking is like, super arousing to him. He can watch you get all messy and completely melt for him in the most delicious way.
• He likes to hold your face and make you look at yourself in the mirror, shaking because of him; he thinks you guys are the most beautiful couple in the world. When he buries his face in the crook of your neck, licking your sensitive skin.
• Maybeee he could take you to a motel with those mirrors on the ceiling (seems pretty cool). He likes the performance aspect of it and the extravagance. That way, he can watch you guys in various positions. I feel like his favorite is fucking you from behind and watching you both in the mirror, how your back arches for him. He might even grab your face and make you look up so you can watch too.
• This mirror thing is also great because he can boost your self-esteem to a whole new level. He wants you to feel super desired and beautiful. He wants you to see yourself turn...
Gaon (Kwak Jiseok)
Orgasm Control
• He really likes denying your orgasm just to tease you; he loves how desperate you get and how you can't do anything about it, how you’ll end up drooling all over the pillow and throwing a total tantrum because you just want to cum already.
• But he’ll definitely love forcing orgasms on you too. Like, the type where you just came and he won't stop stimulating you until you give him multiple ones. It’s like a rollercoaster, he’ll deny you and deny you until he finally lets it happen, draining every single drop out of you. He loves doing this while fingering you so he can see your reactions.
• He’s also pretty messy, and I feel like he loves how you get wetter and wetter, to the point of soaking the sheets underneath you. He knows that when an orgasm keeps getting denied, it’s definitely gonna hit way harder, and he loves that, your legs shaking while you lose your mind.
• He really likes when you force orgasms on him too, whether it's by riding his dick or masturbating him. He absolutely loves that messy feeling, oh my god. He might even cry because it’s just too much, but he loves it.
Dirty Talk
• He loves things messy, we already talked about that. And he can get super turned on by words, whether it's him telling you everything he wants to do to you, or you telling him everything you want him to do to you. But it has to be on a really filthy level.
• During the act, he’s super into it; he can swear a ton and say really obscene things: "your pussy grips me so well, holy shit," "you're gonna cum on my dick, aren't you?" "you're tightening up so fucking much," "your pussy is so damn good," and so on......
• He also likes when you tell him you're about to cum; he loves how desperate your voice sounds and how you become a total mess, so he can focus more on the feeling of you cumming on his dick, that amazing pulsing between your walls.
• Doesn't he just look like someone who swears a ton? I don't know how to explain it. But he would love this. I think that when his orgasm is getting close, he might lose his words a little, but he tries to swear anyway because the feeling is just too good.
Marking Kink
• During foreplay, get ready to be marked like never before. He loves leaving marks on your neck, your boobs, your thighs, your stomach. And he likes them to be visible and take a while to fade.
• He particularly likes leaving marks on your stomach and thighs; he finds the skin so soft, it drives him crazy. During foreplay, he’ll throw you onto the bed and smile at you before leaning down, leaving tons of kisses all over your stomach and thigh area, sucking hard and leaving purple marks.
• He likes when you mark him too, especially on his back. He wants you to scratch him up real good so the marks stay there for days, and he’s super into hickeys on his neck.
• He really likes going to the mirror after everything is done and he's feeling amazing but also exhausted; but as soon as he gets to the mirror and sees all the marks you left, man, he gets so happy.
Junhan (Han Hyeongjun)
Roleplay
• Junhan is super shy, and everyone knows it. It would take you forever to find out what his kinks are, and when you tried to bring it up, he'd be so embarrassed about it. Until the day you found his anime watchlist and noticed that some of them always feature a pretty girl, or the same with some games.
• So you decide to roleplay as his favorite character from some game or anime. You buy the costume down to the last detail, and before he gets home from practice, you prep every little thing, and not just the outfit, but the character's personality too!
• As soon as he gets home, he's gonna lose his mind. He won't know what to do; he swears his erection might literally rip his pants. His girlfriend, the most amazing and hottest woman he knows, dressing up as his favorite character, and not only that, but when you start acting like her too. Oh my god. At first, he's a bit shy about the whole thing, but once he lets loose...
• He’s gonna fuck you crazy without even taking the costume off you; he might just push your panties to the side and unbutton your shirt a bit. Your cute moans just turn him on more and more. After that, you guys might even look for costumes for both of you to roleplay as a couple from some game or anime you both like. You can get super creative with it and do all kinds of things...
Fingering
• Junhan likes giving you pleasure way more than receiving it; he feels so lucky to have you. He’s also a bit of a lazy boy who really enjoys lazy sex. Sometimes when you’re horny, he’ll just finger you so he doesn’t have to have actual sex.
• He really knows how to use his fingers to take you to heaven. He might start by caressing your thighs and then gently exploring your most sensitive spots, slowly moving to your clit, slipping one finger in, and if you’re super turned on, he might even put in 3 fingers all just to watch you gently shake.
• He likes to half-lie next to you in bed while you’re lying down with your legs open, and he might pull your panties aside and just massage your clit until you cum for him, gently relaxing.
• He can also have you sit with your back to him, leaning against his chest, and he’ll just push your panties to the side, or even masturbate you right through them, lazily kissing your neck and giving you an orgasm that completely relaxes you.
Dry Humping
• Going along with that same lazy boy vibe. For example, right after he masturbates you over your panties, he might get super turned on, so he makes you sit on his erection through his sweatpants and grind there until you both reach your orgasm.
• He also finds it hot how messy his boxers and your panties get after that. Sometimes your wetness even soaks through his sweatpants, leaving a spot.
• He finds it so intriguing how the sexual tension feels even higher when you guys are fully clothed. He’ll sit you on his lap facing him, and you’ll spend hours exchanging sloppy kisses until you start grinding against each other, and soon you're both a total mess.
• His hand on your waist, prompting you to go faster, the sound of clothes rubbing together and your heavy sighs filling the room, and when you guys cum, the feeling is so good, it feels so intimate. He really loves that.
Lee Jooyeon
Dacryphilia
• Do I even need to explain??????? Jooyeon has this teasing energy that will drive you crazy, he wants you to cry for him. He loves how fragile and small you look, he loves your whimpers and moans between the crying.
• It’s either one of two things; either he just loves the fact that you're crying because the pleasure is too much for you to handle, so you cry because it feels so good; "so cute baby... Are you crying because it's too much?" He says between heavy breaths while fucking you in missionary, your tears rolling down your cheek from pleasure while he leans in to wipe them for you, feeling horny as fuck seeing your crying face. You even try to cover your face with your hands because you feel so embarrassed, but he’s gonna stop you.
• orrr, you're crying because he's teasing you like hell and you can't handle it, making you get on your knees and beg. I can totally picture him sitting in front of you while you're on your knees rubbing against his thigh, just wanting some attention. "Please, Joo..." You gasp with a crying face. "Oh, is my baby gonna cry?" He says making a fake sad face, he's been teasing you for hours and you don't know what else to do but cry, so you feel tears flooding your vision while you keep offering yourself to him like a kitty.
• Long story short, he likes how fragile you look and wants to give you a really strong orgasm and pleasure that makes you cry a lot for him.
Dumbification
• I don't need much explanation, again!!!!! Along this same line of loving to see you fragile for him, he also loves to see you so dumb from pleasure that you can't think about anything else.
• I think he's gonna love doing this specifically when you look so tired and busy lately, and he wants to make you forget about all of that and just relax until your brain melts (and it's gonna be pretty much that). He's gonna make you get totally naked in front of him while he takes advantage of you, giving you hours and hours of making out until you're completely spaced out.
• He'll do everything to make you really dumb for him, he'll penetrate you from behind while rubbing your clit hard, find all your weakest spots, make you rub against his thigh until you can't think about anything else, and he'll definitely talk to you during it, saying stuff like: "You're not thinking about anything anymore, right baby? This dumb little head can't even think about anything else except squirty/coming."
• And really, he wants to give you an orgasm that makes you forget who you are, making you drool all over the pillow without being able to control yourself, shaking for him. He loves when you cum while you guys are exploring dumbification because you get all limp and go minutes without being able to say a word, he's gonna cum hard as fuck when he sees you in this state of pleasure.
Facesitting
• Jooyeon is the biggest pussy eater ever, try to prove me wrong, how he could die between your thighs and guys, come on look at his nose (my username, hello?) he has the perfect face for you to sit on and he loves it OMG.
• I can see him giving you a smirk while asking you to sit on his face, laying on the bed and holding your waist, giving you a little slap on the ass to encourage you. And please sit on his nose (⚰️) he's gonna be so happy, if he suffocates to death he's kinda fulfilling a dream of dying between your legs. He loves seeing you cum from down there and loves the fact that he has live access to your boobs, while he sucks you he can simply move his hands up and massage your nipples.
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genre: romance, smut, neighbors to lovers, slice of life, slight comedy, contemporary au — wc: 7k
warnings: ADULTS ONLY. MINORS DNI. explicit sexual content, masturbation, friends-with-benefits discussion, explicit language, body worship, o.de is a gym rat ofc, (reader is a bit of a pervert)
synopsis: the initial plan was simple: you moved to this quiet city to teach yoga and build a peaceful life. fate, however, had another plan: accidentally hit your ridiculously attractive, gym-obsessed neighbor with your yoga mat.
a/n: had a fun time making this one, it's pretty light-toned overall. as always, any interaction is appreciated !! and thank you for giving my story a chance ♡
! disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. all portrayals are fictional and do not reflect the artists irl.
The city was clean, comforting, and beautiful—in other words…it’s boring. The kind of place where a weekend sale would be considered as a big event. There were a few flower shops, yoga studios, and fancy bookstores just because the older residents had money.
And then there were you; after a prompt offering, you’d moved to this city with nothing but two suitcases, a certification, and a dream. You thought it would be temporary, the yoga studio needed an instructor, and the rent was pretty manageable for someone in your tax bracket.
An early evening vinyasa was your fourth class this month, and you’d begun to get the hang of it. You looked around the room. As always, the class always consisted of a few older women, once or twice there were middle-aged men accompanying their wives. At first, they had doubts, the look on their faces vaguely told her ‘Is she legit?’ considering how young and new you looked.
However, once class started, you were in the zone. Your instructions sounded clear, firm, and oozed confidence. You deliberately adjusted people’s posture, reminding them to breathe. You weren’t too serious either, cracking small jokes every now and then whenever someone lost their balance.
By the end of the class, a woman came over to you, “You’re new here, aren’t you?” Which you nodded in reply.
She then said with the same kind smile, “Well, I hope you’re staying.”
Oh, maybe I could actually build a life here. You thought.
The walk home was quite a bit of a struggle. After a few nights of instant noodles, you finally made time to do some grocery shoppings. Under your arms there were two grocery bags, a carton of eggs, a plastic bag of carbonated drinks, two loaves of bread, and your yoga mat clinging loosely on your bag. You didn’t realise how narrow the hallway was until you finally carried lots of weight.
As you were struggling with your apartment door, suddenly…
WHACK—!
You felt your body get twisted, you pushed all of your groceries forward, pining them between your body and the door. Thankfully, nothing had fallen. You realized the cause was your yoga mat, smacking your neighbor on the chest as he stepped out of his unit.
“Oh my God. I’m so sorry!” You looked up from the corner of your eye, still protecting all the raw ingredients on hand.
The neighbor was taller than you had expected because you actually had to make an effort to look at his eyes. He’s unfairly pretty with a sharp, elegant face. And his body…(you‘re an instructor you can say a thing or two about his body) was so annoyingly lean, but toned. The kind you knew he’d spent some time taking care of.
“Careful there, beautiful.” Was the only thing he said. He walked past, didn’t even ask whether you needed a hand.
Keys were dangling from behind his pocket: 6B.
You looked forward to the sticker stuck on your door: 6A.
Great. First week in the city and my (hot) neighbor is a stuck-up flirt.
When you finally managed to get in, you tidied up your groceries. Putting some inside your fridge and the rest of them inside your kitchen cabinets. Once done, you lit up your rose candle and sat down at your desk. With your laptop opened, you started reviewing your schedule.
Your weekly timetable filled the screen, class scattered across the days, some online, some offline at the studio, with blocks of free time in between. You started putting your personal schedule there: working out was the first one you put, followed with practice, eyelash appointment, and more practices.
The yoga studio you worked in was on the 2nd floor of a gym. You never were a gym girl yourself, but employees got a free membership so it’d be a waste not to use it at all. Moreover, you could use a bit of strength training rather than solely relying on your barbells.
You’d almost made it to the end of the month when a Facetime notification popped up on your screen.
Facetime – Lily
“Hey, wait a sec,” you said after you picked up.
Her face appeared on the corner of your screen, “Heyyy!”
You continued what you’re doing, typing in a few more practices and groceries on your schedule. “There. Finished.”
You closed the app and put her on full screen, “What’s up?”
“Nothing much, really. I just finished this book–” she paused to take a sip from her cup of tea, “–but the book club was not having it…” You nodded at every word.
Lily was your friend from university, you both had a dream to build a career on your own, she chose books, you chose yoga. And this was the first time. in weeks you finally got a chance to talk to her.
“So I had to pretend, slightly, to retain them–whatever. How are you?” Lily asked.
“Doing okay…” you shortly answered.
She furrowed her brows at your silence, taking another sip of her tea. “...And?”
You threw your hands in the air, not knowing what else to say. “Lily I told you it’s boring here…you would’ve loved it!”
Lily rolled her eyes at your reply before throwing punches. “I am not boring! But the amount of old people, bookshops, yeah…I think you’re totally in my zone.”
“Exactly…” You frowned then faked your tears.
Laughter spilled between the both of you. Lily then proceeded to tell you what’s hot in your hometown. Apparently your ex has managed to bag the girl he once told you not to worry about. The year-end party? It was an absolute blast. The old man living in the corner of the street just passed away three days ago, the whole town was there for his funeral.
Those were the things you missed the most about your hometown. The fact that it’s far from boring.
“Try the dating app, what’re you waiting for?” Lily said.
“Lily, I’d ended up with 40 year olds. There’s close to zero young people here, and I haven’t seen one in–” Your words got cut off, as you drifted away to a recalled memory.
“In…?” Lily’s face got closer to the screen. “I knew you’re hiding something!” You buried yourself back on the sofa.
“Tell me, then!” Lily insisted.
“Okay, okay…” You gestured your hands up and down, telling her to calm down. “I think I have a hot neighbor.”
“Oh my God? How’s that not a good thing?”
“I–”
“You didn’t tell me!”
“I just saw him today, Lily…”
She narrowed her eyes, “Name?”
“I don’t know,” you shook your head slowly.
She gave you the most unimpressed look imaginable. “Job?”
You shrugged, “Don’t know.” Lily let out a groan, loud enough for you to pull out your headphones.
“Well, go accidentally bump into him again, then.”
You stared at her through the screen long enough to make sure whether she’s serious. Her eager eyes told you she was indeed not joking.
“No?”
She groaned again, less power this time, “You’re impossible,”
You laughed, shaking your head, "You know what? Maybe I’ll just take your dating app suggestion.”
Lily’s eyes grew wider, “Okay, good! I–”
“Goodbyeee!”
Before she threw another lecture at you about how to optimize your dating profile, you hung up. She wouldn’t mind, you’d done this plenty of times, and she’d just text you later giving you her full on guide.
You looked around your half-unpacked room, there were still three unopened boxes. Your dining chair currently served as both a nightstand and a laundry rack. Which was why you used your sofa for almost everything else.
Your phone buzzed not long after.
lily: the bali pics, and the selfie from my birthday.
You made sure you read her message, and downloaded the app. Setting up the profile was pretty straightforward. Lily had sent you exactly the photos that she meant, all HD. You added your age, occupation, and a quick bio that said you’re new in town. Then you hit ‘done’ before overthinking could take over your mind.
The swiping started almost immediately, you really took it slow. Left, left, another left, and a couple of rights: one office worker and one fisherman. Your thumb moved on autopilot while you lounge on your couch, the city outside had gone even more quiet as the sky went pitch black.
It’s a small city; didn’t take long until his profile popped up.
O.de, 24
There’s a little jolt in your stomach. You recognized the figure instantly: the intense gaze, sharp jawline, and the same annoyingly perfect body your yoga mat had bumped onto earlier. Only this time, it was bare. His black tank only covered the top part of his chest.
In short, his profile was the definition of pure thirst. You swiped to the next picture once you realize you’d stare too long at the first one. The second image was of him, face more recognizable now, flexing his biceps. It was clearly a gym pic…that you knew quite well. Because you went there almost everyday for work.
You clicked your tongue, of course. His bio literally stated that: Gym, good food, and your professional pain reliever.
Gagged.
Like literally, and not in a good way. Yet you still stared at his profile longer than you should. This O.de guy was hot in a dangerous kind of way, far from effortless, but not too much ‘till the point that you’re willing to drop him immediately. Especially not when every day you’d been seeing only middle aged men and women.
Your cheeks felt warm, you swiped again to the next pic: another shirtless mirror pic, towel slung loosely around his hips, those abs glistening, morphed down into the perfect v-line that disappeared beneath his gray sweatpants.
Well is it wrong? You’re painfully single, alone, and haven’t got any action since you left your boyfriend months ago. The apartment is small, but enough to cover your whimper sounds…right?
You’re still lying on your bed, phone in hand, heart beating a little too fast. The guilt was already boiling at the back of your mind, but the ache between your legs won. You slowly slid your hand down into your panties. Your fingers brushed over your slit, teasing lightly at first, then parting your folds. You were already getting wet just from looking at him.
A soft sigh left your lips as you circled your clit with two fingers, letting the warmth build. You kept staring at his face on the screen, imagining him touching you instead. You dipped a finger inside yourself, then two, curling them inside.
Wet sounds started to fill the quiet room as you pumped your fingers in and out, hips rolling lazily into your hand. The pleasure climbed quickly, your thighs tensing, little whimpers slipping out as you got closer to your release.
When you did reach your high, guilt took you over completely. You pulled your hand out, breathing hard, face burning with embarrassment even though you were completely alone.
His profile picture was still right there on your screen, abs staring back at you. You decided to swipe left anyway, aggressively tossing his image off the screen. Another random guy replaced him instantly.
Sorry, neighbor…
You closed the app completely, tossing your phone onto the bedside table. If you’d swipe right and it wasn’t a match, he’d be the death of you. Let’s just hope you never actually meet him again.
You blew your rose-smelling candle off. Let’s just forget this ever happened.
☼ ☼
The following work day started as usual; the studio was filling up slowly, middle-aged women settling into their mats as you greeted them. You had worked long enough for you to recognize the regulars.
Right before you started your lesson, a man entered the room. He laid out his mat on the far corner, clearly not one of your regular comers. He’s dressed in black shorts and a black fitted top. It was your neighbor, the dating app guy, the one you—nevermind.
It wasn’t only you who recognized this odd-man-out. Some of these older women were eyeing him up and down. He smiled at them, politely bowed to the woman next to him. Then his eyes landed at you, your stomach dropped. His mouth curved into a smirk.
You snapped yourself back to reality, “So, for today’s class, we’ll be doing Hatha yoga,” you glanced toward the back, he’s listening attentively. “We’ll be moving at a slower speed, I’ll show you the pose, then the modification after.”
“Okay,” you stood into position, “ladies and…gentleman, let’s begin by finding a comfortable seated position–”
The class moved slowly through the practice. You guided them through each pose, allowing everyone time to settle into their alignment before moving on.
“Lengthen through your spine,” you instructed, walking around the room. “Drop your shoulders.”
You passed by him, his shoulders were far from relaxed. You placed both hands on them, pressing them down lightly. “Relax your shoulders,” You said, before you moved your hand lower, indicating the length of his spine.
O.de knew he wasn’t good at this. He went to the gym, yes, daily. He knew how to use his body and how to push it to its limit, but yoga was a completely new territory. When your hand touched his back, his entire body went rigid.
You repeated your words, telling him to relax. How the fuck was he supposed to relax when those dainty fingers were sending shivers beneath his skin? He clenched his jaw, hoping you hadn’t noticed.
This was an instructor correcting his posture. That’s literally all this was. His mind shouldn’t drift elsewhere.
He’d waited long enough for your hand to leave his skin, but it managed to find more surface to touch.
“Keep your core engaged,” your fingertips brushed his abs.
“Don’t hold your breath,” your voice was suddenly close, warm against the side of his neck. All he could do was swallow.
You stepped around him until you were standing in front of his mat. “You’re barely breathing,” a slight concern in your eyes.
This was embarrassing.
He should’ve been able to handle a woman touching his back without completely forgetting how to breathe. Yoga was just hard, he thought to himself. He wasn’t a hirny teenage boy but something on the air today made him feel so.
“You’re making me nervous,” he finally said. Your expression went blank, immediately stepping back. He felt the warmth of your hand slipping away from his skin.
“J-just focus on your posture,” you said, turning away to find someone else to focus on.
O.de could finally let himself breathe. He looked down.
Okay, great. No boner.
His eyes then traveled further down to his legs, and he realized he had completely forgotten what he was supposed to be doing. He’d come here because he wanted to try something new. And, honestly, also, because his boss mentioned that the new yoga instructor here was hot and looked his age.
He just hadn’t expected the instructor to be you, the same woman who’d rejected him on a dating app—his next door neighbor.
By the time the class ended, you never wanted to go home as quickly as you could. Everyone started gathering their belongings, rolling up their mats, and making their way out of the door. You stayed behind to tidy up the studio, keeping them proper for the next class.
The studio was filled with mirrors, so when you heard footsteps approaching, you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. The only man in the room. Black clothes. Black yoga mat. A gym bag hanging loosely from one shoulder.
You watched his reflection draw closer. “Hey!” You tried to sound surprised.
He stopped in front of you, his mat tucked beneath one arm. “Hi, yeah, if you don’t mind me asking…” He paused, then continued once he saw you shook your head, “I was wondering if you could tell me how I did today?”
He squinted slightly, like he was taking the question very seriously.
You gestured around vaguely, “You…you don’t seem like a yoga person,” you finally said.
“I wanted to try something new,” he shrugged.
You squinted, “Hm? The gym isn’t challenging enough?”
He gave you an amused smile, like he was surprised you’d noticed. “Wow, you’re quite observant.” His tone was almost sarcastic.
“Yeah, you literally had a gym bag.” You pointed to his slouchy bag hanging from his shoulder.
He glanced down to the bag beside him, nodded slowly then laid his eyes back at you.
“Is this why you swiped left?”
For a moment, you weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly. You could feel your breath hitched, not sure how to proceed with this. There was no one in the room now, and suddenly all these mirrors duplicating both of your figures over and over again felt dizzying.
He was still standing there, looking all innocent. “You’re not into gym guys?”
You rolled your eyes and let out a laugh, “Oh, please. I know what you are.” You picked up your own mat, refusing to look at him, turning off the AC before you headed toward the door.
O.de seemed offended at your words, “Do you?”
He followed you down through the rows of stairs. Downstairs, the clanking of gym equipment grew louder. It didn’t take much effort for him to catch up with you.
“You’re exactly the kind of guy I should stay away from.” You said again once he’s just a step behind you.
“That’s…harsh,” he simply said. His eyes followed our movements as you put in your mat inside the locker room.
You settled yourself in front of the mirror. Apparently he’d shoved his belongings to the corner of the locker room. Now following you as you did warm ups in front of the mirror.
“I’m not trying to get myself into…one of your traps.” You said to him through the mirror, despite him standing beside you.
“Traps?” He followed your gestures, warming up as well, hands on hip, rolling your ankles.
“The flirting? The whole–” You waved to his reflection, “you.”
He laughed, “For asking how I did today in class?”
When you thought about it again, yes that sounded ridiculous. But deep down in your heart you know exactly what he’s doing, and it’s painfully irritating that he’s still here.
“Okay, yoga?” You finally turned toward him, he nodded playfully. “You need a whole lot of work.”
There was a brief pause in the conversation as you walked around, trying to find an unused machine. You stopped walking, recognizing one as a hip abductor. You could feel him stopping behind you, too.
“Sweet.” He said. “Do you open for private?”
Slowly, you turned around. He was grinning, visibly holding back his laugh, and you could only stare at him for a second. His laugh finally escaped, and you rolled your eyes, deciding that if you acknowledged him any further, you’d only encourage him.
Instead, you turned toward the machine. You read the diagrams attached to it, trying to understand how it worked, then discreetly watching the person using the machine beside you, then back at the machine. Basically, refusing to look at him.
Yet, you could feel him watching. You adjusted the setting, nothing happened. You were so determined not to look at him, but your whole gesture screamed for help. Your eyes eventually betrayed you.
“…How do you use it?”
You hated yourself.
His smirk then returned, “I teach you how, and you give me a private lesson.”
You shot him with a glare, “Don’t make me change my mind.”
He laughed and finally walked over. “This one’s for your inner thighs.” He adjusted the settings for you before gesturing toward the seat. “Sit here,”
You followed his instructions, settling yourself down properly this time. He crouched beside you, explaining thoroughly how the machine worked, and you tried very hard…you really did…to pay attention to what he was saying.
“Now, push your legs together.”
You did. The resistance caught you by surprise. It was heavier than you thought to hold the weight, and the weights slammed together with a loud clank as you released.
“Slowly…” he said, his tone amused.
You glared at him before looking straight ahead at your reflection in the mirror. You focused on the movement, pushing your legs together again, slower this time. The muscles in your thighs were already starting to burn.
“That’s it,” he said.
Oh, the irony.
Earlier, he’d been the one struggling during your class. Now the tables had turned. You were the one sitting helplessly in a machine you didn’t understand, while he stood behind you like he’d been born in a gym.
“Your back is coming off the pad.” You felt the warmth of his hand before you saw his reflection.
You straightened immediately. His fingers settled against your right shoulder, steadying it as he watched your form.
You pushed your legs together.
“Good.” He said.
Your stomach flipped. It was just one word, a compliment about your form. So why did his voice sound so soft? You tried to gain your composure, not going to think about the fact that his hand was still resting against your shoulder. You were definitely not going to think about the fact that this was the same man whose dating profile you’d spent far too much time staring at.
You released the weight.
“Nice. One more.” You glanced at his reflection. He was smiling, looking way too pleased with himself.
You pushed your legs together again. “That’s it.” His hand shifted slightly against your shoulder. You held.
“Good. And relax.”
Once you’re done, you sat there for a second, breathing heavily. Then you stood up far too quickly, your leg nearly caught on the machine.
“Whoa! Steady.” His hands immediately reached out to you, one hovering near your arm. “You okay?”
You nodded, wiping the sweat from your forehead before reaching for your water bottle. “That–that was intense,” you said breathlessly, taking a long drink.
“You’re going to feel the burn here in a couple of days.” You looked to where he placed his fingers, painfully close to your inner thighs.
“Right.” You nodded. “You can be an instructor, too. You’re good.”
You sped up, walking toward the locker room.
“Yeah?” There was amusement in his voice. “Should I get certified?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
You grabbed your things, feeling you might turn crazy the longer you stayed with him. Once all of your belongings were in your hands, you started walking, sprinting, for the door.
“See you next week?” He said, raising his voice a little seeing how far you’d gone.
“Mmhm.” You nodded. “Sounds great.” You didn’t stop.
By the time you got home, you went straight for the shower, turning the water ice cold, letting it splashed your face. The sex scarcity was real. That was all. That was the explanation. You were lonely. You were new to the city. You hadn’t had sex in–
No.
You weren’t even going to finish that thought.
☼ ☼
It never occurred to you to wonder what O.de’s actual job was until he knocked on your door that evening, still wearing his uniform. Teal scrubs with his government name embroidered on it. The color was actually trendy nowadays, but somehow, on him, it looked completely out of place compared to his usual all black attire.
“Sir, it’s not Halloween. What are you supposed to be?” You asked, furrowing your brows.
He actually looked offended. His gaze dropped, wondering if there’s something wrong with his clothes. “I layered them, come on.”
You blew out your rose-scented candle, and stepped out of your unit with a water bottle in one hand, and your rolled up mat in the other. Both of you headed for the rooftop, where an empty communal space was available for residents to use freely. The evening breeze was comfortable enough for exercising.
Surprisingly? He was a much better student when taught privately. Clearly attentive, followed your instructions without too much complaint, the definition of a perfect student. Eventually, you knew the reason behind his knowledge of bodies and movement. The man was a physiotherapist; or as he insisted on calling it, a ‘sports rehabilitation therapist.’
By the time your little lesson ended, he was sweating like crazy. He collapsed onto the mat, sitting with his head tilted back as he stared up at the starry sky. You looked down at him with a smile. You could feel the burn in your own muscles, but this certainly wasn’t your first rodeo.
After some time, he then sat up, glancing at his watch. “Well, I think that’s it. Same time next week?”
You nodded, “Same time, next week.”
Somehow, he became your unofficial yoga companion. Whenever you had your own practice, or found yourself planning out the next class, he was there as your first client. At some point, he even started giving you suggestions, saying the class would probably enjoy it more if you made things less intense. You shut him down every single time.
The more time you spent with him, the more he started to make sense. He’s originally from the city, and had lived here his entire life. The apartment was simply somewhere convenient for him to crash whenever work got too busy and exhausting. He’s disciplined, routine-oriented, a text-book kind of ‘boring’.
“So you wake up early, go to the gym, work, then gym–”
“If I have the time,” he corrected it for you.
You ignored him, “–then sleep, repeat?”
He shrugged, “Yeah… That’s pretty much it.”
Your gaze traveled toward the sky as you thought about it, trying to make sense of something that clearly wasn’t adding up.
O.de noticed your expression, “What? What is it?”
“That doesn’t explain the thirst traps.” You finally said.
He blinked once, twice. You stared back at him. For once, he genuinely looked like he had no idea what you were talking about.
“Your profile…”
“Oh.”
You immediately regretted bringing it up.
“My friends made me do it.” He laughed under his breath, shaking his head, suddenly much more interested in the jelly in his hand.
You weren’t sure when exactly this had become a thing, but the small talk after practice had become part of your routine. Sometimes it was snacks, sometimes it was whatever random thing he’d picked up on his way home. Tonight, it was jelly.
“Those old men?” You asked. Yes, he’d told you they mentioned that you’re hot; that’s why he attended one of your classes.
He nodded, completely serious. “Apparently, I’m too boring.”
“Your friends are right,” you said, picking a jelly from his palm.
He stared at you in disbelief. He wasn’t exactly a saint, and had casual relationships before, but he wasn’t actively looking for a friends-with-benefits situation. He just truly hadn’t met anyone that he wanted to pursue.
“Let’s just say,” he continued, your attention was back to him, “you swiping left kind of took me by surprise.”
You blinked, “Why?”
He sighed, “When I saw your profile, I was really interested. The only person I swiped right.” His tone grew serious. “That’s why it’s a bummer.”
Your eyebrows lifted. He continued before you could say anything. “Then I also wanted to see if I could change your mind.”
You swallowed, suddenly very aware of the warmth creeping up your cheeks. Suddenly the sweet jelly made your throat feel dry.
That’s time.
If your cheeks were turning warm, and if his gaze went lower, lingering for just a second before finding its way back to your eyes–you had to look away, that was time.
“Well, it’s getting late,” you finally said.
Like always, you packed up your things and the two of you headed downstairs together. You parted ways at your doors, exchanging the same casual wave you always did before disappearing into your respective apartments.
You rarely saw him outside of these little rooftop sessions. He started work ridiculously early in the morning, long before you were awake. Aside from that one time you’d bumped into him in the hallway, you almost never bumped onto each other, which was probably for the best.
Tonight, the cold shower didn’t help, neither did the warm bath. You’d been lying on your bed, face-down, squeezing your eyes shut, trying to think about literally anything else than your hot neighbor.
Unfortunately, your imagination betrayed you the worst. You thought about the way he’d stood behind you, instructing you on how to use the workout machine. You thought about his fingers hovering on your inner thighs, and you thought about his gaze, trailing after every conversation.
“Fuck, not again.” You murmured.
Your fingers trembled slightly as they slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, the fabric already damp from the heat building between your thighs. You didn’t care that you’re going to need another shower, you need a release, now.
Two fingertips traced lightly over your soft mound, then lower. You circled your clit with a slow, controlled, pressure, just enough to make your hips twitch upward. A soft sigh escaped you.
It felt too good already, you started imagining it’s O.de’s fingers instead–much larger, rougher. The fantasy made you bolder: you slid a finger between your folds, gathering your wetness, then dragged it back up to your clit in long, lazy strokes.
“Ahh…” you moaned.
You finally slipped two fingers inside, the wet sounds of your arousal filling the quiet room. You curled them upward, stroking that sensitive spot while your thumb kept working your clit in steady circles. You called his name under your breath thinking of his voice praising you, telling you how pretty you looked falling apart like this–
Knock, knock!
Your entire body froze. The sudden sound jolted through you, leaving your body throbbing of how close you’d been. Your fingers were still buried inside your soaked pussy, clit pulsing under your thumb, as a fresh wave of embarrassment flooded you.
The knock came again, knock, knock—!
Okay, it’s unmistakable now. You quickly pulled yourself together, trying to look as normal as possible. You yelled out, “Coming!” Which, by the way, you didn’t get to do.
You opened the door to find a view of absolute horror: O.de standing there with a completely unreadable expression. Mirroring you, his hair was also slightly damp, and he had changed into a clean shirt after the previous evening yoga session.
“You know the walls aren’t soundproof, right?” He said–asked–you’re not sure.
“I–” Your breath hitched.
He didn’t even let you finish, in one motion he closed the distance, cupping your face with both hands and crashing his lips against yours. His kiss was hungry, as if months of tension finally snapping. You gasped into it and he swallowed the sound, tongue sliding against yours as he walked you backward.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” he whispered against your lips.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, breathing hard. His thumb brushed your bottom lip. “You did that often?” he asked, “Pleasuring yourself thinking about me?”
Heat flooded your cheeks, this time you didn’t care anymore where your blood rushed to, and nodded. “Yeah…” Your hands greedily roamed his body, sliding under his shirt, tracing the lines of his abs, finally fulfilling what your mind’s deepest desire.
“You naughty girl,” he murmured, voice laced with lust. He caught your wrist, guiding your hand to palm the hard outline of his cock through his sweatpants.
“You know I didn’t really do this right?” He asked, motioning your hand to stroke him properly.
You nodded again, breathless. “Mhm…” You leaned in, licking slowly along his bottom lip, “Need you so bad,” you whispered desperately against his mouth.
He didn’t kiss you back immediately at first, just simply watching your desperation through his eyelashes. When he finally gave in, he groaned and kissed you deep, tongue sliding down your throat.
Soon enough, his hands were everywhere: gripping your hips, squeezing your breasts, then yanking your top off over your head. You moaned into his mouth as his thumbs brushed your sensitive nipples. He swallowed that sound too, kissing you harder.
“I–mmh…” He gave you a short kiss, “–told you it’s not soundproof.”
You stared at him for a few seconds before shaking your head, “I don’t care.” You kissed him again, tugging at his shirt frantically now.
He broke the kiss only long enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside, revealing the lean muscle you’d made the pinnacle of your fantasy. Then he was on you again, pushing you down onto the bed and crawling over you.
Your legs parted instinctively for him. He settled between them, grinding his hard cock against your soaked panties. The friction made you whimper, hips arching up to chase more.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered, sliding one hand down to tease your slit over the fabric.
He pushed your panties aside and sank two fingers into your glistening heat. You cried out, back arching. He curled them perfectly, stroking that spot you’d been teasing earlier. The size of his fingers alone made you full, better than your own, better than your toy.
“Must be so fucking pretty when you touch yourself,” he said, eyes locked on you. “But you don’t have to do it alone anymore.”
You clawed at his shoulders, pulling him back down into a messy kiss as you grinded your hips to his palm. He pumped his fingers faster, matching the desperate rhythm of your tongue against his, until the pressure that you had been building earlier came crashing back.
“Ah—fuck!” You moaned. “I’m c-cumming,”
You came hard around his fingers with a broken moan, thighs shaking, nails digging into his back. He groaned at the feel of you pulsing, kissing you through it, swallowing every sound like he’d been starving for them. You couldn’t get enough of his kiss.
You were breathless when you opened your eyes, looking at O.de withdrawing his hand and bringing it between his lips. Licking, savoring them clean while keeping his gaze on you. There’s no view much hotter than this.
“I want you,” you breathed, reaching for him. “Please, Seungmin…”
The sound of his government name falling from your lips snapped something in him. He didn’t make you wait. He pushed your knees wider apart, then leaned back just enough to tug his sweatpants down–freeing his throbbing cock, the tip was already glistening.
He wrapped a hand around his length and dragged it over your soaked pussy, coating himself in your slick. He took his time, sliding the head up and down your squelching slit, at times bumping against your sensitive, swollen clit. The obscene sounds filled the room as he teased you.
“I want you to beg for this,” he whispered, voice low and commanding, an amused smirk appeared on his lips.
You whimpered, hips twitching every time he rubbed your clit. “I want it so bad–” you gasped, voice shaky with need.
“I want your cock in me. Please, Seungmin… I want you to fill me up.”
That was enough for him to line himself up, pressing the tip of his cock right against your aching entrance. Both of you moaned at the same time as he pushed it in, your pussy being played with twice made it easy for him to bottom out. He paused for a moment to adjust, forehead pressed to yours, breathing hard. The walls of your pussy were still fluttering from your orgasm.
“You keep squeezing me like that… I’m not gonna last,” he groaned.
You pulled him into another kiss, “Mmmh… then move,” you whispered against his lips, rolling your hips up impatiently to take him deeper.
O.de cursed under his breath and finally started moving, pulling back just enough to drag along your sensitive walls before thrusting back in deeply. You arched your back sharply, a loud moan spilling out of you. “Oh, yes, Seungmin–!”
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, palming your breasts, fingers twirling your stiff nipples. “Your pussy’s so sweet… and these lips are so fucking filthy.”
He kissed you again, hard and hungry, swallowing your whimpers as he kept that steady rhythm. Your nails grazed down his back, clinging to him for leverage, leaving red trails on his skin.
Then he grabbed the back of your thigh and lifted one leg over his shoulder, folding you deeper. Years of yoga, you settled into the pose effortlessly. This new angle let him sink even further inside you, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Your eyes rolled back as you cried out sharply.
“Ah–fuck! Yes, yes…”
You couldn’t think straight. Your free hand pressed against his toned stomach and hip, whatever’s between your reach, feeling his muscles flex with every snap of his hips.
“F-faster, please,” you begged, voice already breaking. You could feel tears ran down your cheeks.
O.de’s eyes darkened with lust. His pace picked up, pounding into you harder. “Fuck, you’re such a slut…” he growled, “-only for me, right?”
“Fuck yes, only for you,” you moaned obediently, nodding at your words.
He gave you a satisfied smirk. “Stick out your tongue for me.”
It felt strangely familiar, like one of his commanding instructions during gym sessions. You obeyed him anyway. From above, he’s still thrusting deep and steady, O.de leaned in and let a slow trail of spit drip from his mouth onto your tongue.
The warm, wet feeling saliva landed perfectly. You kept your eyes on him as you swallowed it down, a needy whimper escaping you.
O.de groaned at the filthy sight, hips snapping harder.
“Good,” Snap. “–fucking,” Snap. “–girl.”
You threw your head back, rolling your eyes when he pulled out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. Before you could protest, he gripped your hips and flipped you over onto your stomach.
“Bottom’s up, baby.” He tapped your side.
You obeyed instantly, arching your back and pressing your chest down into the mattress. Your ass lifted high for him, face buried in the sheets. He groaned at the sight, running his hands over the curve of your ass before spreading your thighs wider.
You could feel his own thighs flexed as he positioned himself behind you. The power in his legs was obvious with every small shift of his weight. “Fuck… look at you,” he murmured.
Honestly, this pose could be relaxing, if only a hard dick wasn’t being slammed at you. He didn’t give you time to adjust as his hips snapped forward. One of his hands pressed down on your lower back, making you arch even more for him. This new angle hit your insides even deeper than before.
“Oh my baby’s so well-trained,” he praised as he leaned over you, still thrusting deep. “So flexible taking my cock so fucking perfectly like this.”
You couldn’t handle it anymore, the tension in your core grew tighter and tighter with every deep, punishing thrust from him. Your leg trembled as you cried out. “Seungmin, fuck, I’m–”
“I can feel you,” he groaned, not slowing his pace even a little. “So tight… squeezing my cock so good. Let’s do it together, baby.”
His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping hard against yours. “Ah–ah, fuck… I’m cumming…!”
Your walls clenched violently around him as pleasure exploded through your body. O.de flipped you around, clashing onto you as he kissed you desperately, swallowing each other’s sounds. The kiss was messy, perfect, tongues sliding as you rode out your orgasms together.
Warm liquid leaked around his cock and traveled down your thighs when he finally shifted. He pulled out slowly, kissed you once more, softer this time, before wrapping you in a tight hug, arms locked around your trembling body like he never wanted to let go. You had zero stamina left. No words. No breath. Just stars behind your eyelids as you stared dazedly at the ceiling, heart still pounding.
The man blinked, slowly coming back to reality. He looked down at the mess between your legs, then at his clean shirt discarded on the floor. Without hesitation, he grabbed it, ran to the bathroom, and soaked it in warm water. He knew the layout of your apartment like his own, it’s the same type after all.
When he came back, he gently cleaned you up with careful strokes, then handed you a glass of water. “Here, drink first.”
You just did what he told you, and thanked him; too exhausted to give further response. The cool liquid felt heavenly on your raw throat. A few minutes later, you drifted off in his arms, passing out completely.
The next morning, you woke up alone in bed. Still, you felt happy; deeply fulfilled. A lazy smile spread across your face as you rolled around in the sheets, still smelling the trace of him on your bed. You reached for your phone on the bedside table and texted Lily.
You: i scored an fwb. the neighbor.
You put the phone on silent immediately. Lily’s curious naggings could wait.
After a long, hot shower, you stepped out in just an old t-shirt and shorts, patting your damp hair with a towel. A delicious smell greeted you from the kitchen.
O.de was there.
What the fuck?
He looked annoyingly put-together; black shirt, hair still slightly tousled, standing at the stove flipping (from the smell) a grilled cheese sandwich. As you walked closer, you noticed a beautiful bouquet of roses sat on the counter.
“Morning,” he said softly when he noticed you, a shy smile formed at the corner of his lips.
He turned off the heat, grabbed the bouquet, and held it out to you almost nervously, repeating his words, “Good morning.” You couldn’t help but smile as you took the flowers from his hand.
“You always smelled like roses,” he continued, rubbing the back of his neck, “so I hoped you’d like them.”
You looked up into his eyes, heart fluttering. Nothing felt real anymore. “I love them…” you laughed softly, bringing the bouquet to your nose again and again. You had no idea he was that observant.
“I made breakfast. You must be hungry.” He said pointing to the pan.
“Starving,” you admitted, sitting on the bar stool, still hugging the flowers.
He slid a perfectly golden grilled cheese in front of you. While you ate, he cleaned up quietly. You couldn’t stop staring at him. Even from behind, there was something unfairly beautiful about him.
This is no friends-with-benefits, you thought. You’d have to update Lily later.
“So…” O.de started, leaning on the counter across from you while you shoved another bite of toast into your mouth. “Are you free tonight?” He looked hopeful, a little vulnerable waiting for your answer. “I want to take you to dinner–a proper one.”
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Most stories started with a first date. The anticipation, the careful getting-to-know-you before anything could happen. You had been neighbors, tutors, friends–with every kind of tension in between–before he officially asked you out.
So when O.de stood in your kitchen one morning, making you breakfast with a bouquet of red roses already in your hands, and then asked if you were free for dinner, you couldn’t help but say: Yes.
Most stories started with a first date. Yours ended with one.
C.W! : 18+ / power imbalance / inexperienced reader / mutual pining / softdom!Seungmin / tension heavy / choking / restraint / praise-degradation / needy reader / oral (f!receiving) / protected sex / reader overthinking absolutely everything / Seungmin being dangerously good at reading people!!!!
Oh Seungmin. 23, music student, loved by everyone and their mother… and annoyingly, ridiculously hot. Oh and of course he was standing there, not too far from you- what kind of story would this be if he wasn’t?
The room settled around you in that warm, low-lit way that blurred the edges of everything, thick with layered music and conversation; bodies passing through one another’s proximity with an ease that made it all feel uninterrupted, a slow tidal rhythm that carried the night forward. You sat curled into the corner of a sofa, legs tucked inward as conversation unfolded around you: a small circle gathered around the low table, voices overlapping, laughter rising and falling in waves- still something in you remained slightly offset. Even as you engaged, laughed, nodded and responded, your awareness kept slipping, drawn toward the edges of the room where he lingered, where he stood immersed in some other conversation.
Seungmin had been around for years as a part of your shared circle from those early uni days, back when everything still felt lighter, easier. Self-assured, attentive, intentional, the kind of presence that shaped every room he walked into. Charming to a fault. Tall, broad, relaxed but never careless. Every line of him held in perfect composure. He had always been like that: kind and receptive… and just distant enough to remain untouchable.
Your crush had settled pretty early on, tucked safely beneath layers of restraint and fear you had never quite managed to push through. Your interactions with him always falling short, never closing the distance the way it seemed to happen so easily for everyone else. He had noticed that too and instead of stepping in, he had chosen to stay right there at the edge of it.
That had been fine before. Tonight wasn’t before. Tonight you had come with intention thrumming beneath your ribs, pushing insistently toward movement-toward the possibility of finally crossing a line you had both left untouched for far too long.
As time went by your body adjusted to the rhythm of the room, but just as it started to do so proximity shifted. Seungmin settled nearby, a seat between you. Conversation continued: voices, movement, the steady thread of music… and the awareness of him that sharpened your senses. The first contact came naturally enough to be dismissed: a glass passed across the space between you, offered not from the person closest to you but from him. Your fingers met his lightly and lingered there for a second too long.
“Here.” You looked up when his voice reached you, your thoughts lagging behind the motion, still caught in the echo of his touch as your eyes met his.
“Thanks,” you answered, your voice shaped by embarrassment. You lifted the glass slightly in a hesitant gesture, your head dipping in a nod.
For a moment, his attention settled over you, his gaze moving across your face slowly, taking in the slight delay in your reaction, the shift in your breathing, the way your body hadn’t fully caught up to the moment yet. And just like that, as if nothing happened, he returned to the conversation.
His attention moved where it needed to, his responses aligning with whoever spoke to him, but the shift in energy was undeniable. It was in the way he passed things directly to you, in the way his voice lowered slightly when he spoke toward your side of the couch, his tone shifting to feel more intimate when you were close enough to hear it clearly. Nothing disrupted the flow of the room; but the accumulation of those small moments pressed against your ribs, layering them until the line between coincidence and intention blurred.
You moved closer, angling your body toward him. His gaze fixed on you now. Pulled forward by a sudden rush of want, you leaned in further.
“How do you always do this?”
His head tilted slightly. “Do what?”
“This,” you whispered, your gaze flicking briefly toward the room before returning to him. “Make everything feel like it’s yours.” The implication lingered and so you tried to soften it: a quiet laugh slipping out, your head tilting just enough to blur the edge of it. His gaze didn’t shift.
“People are comfortable here,” he said, calmly. “That’s all.”
“I meant you…” your voice came out softer than intended. “Not the place.”
His gaze traced your face, taking in more than you had meant to offer. “You think too much,” he said, the softness of his tone carrying certainty.
Something in you faltered. “I don’t-”
“You do.” No edge, no force. “You keep trying to stay a step ahead of the moment,” he continued, even quieter, “instead of letting it happen.”
Your body pulled back a fraction, a flicker of a sharp, very-familiar feeling rising under your skin: the quiet discomfort of being seen too clearly. “I’m just-”
“Trying,” he finished. “I know.” His gaze dipped briefly, tracing the tension in your hand around the glass before returning to your face. “But that won’t get you very far here,” he added, sounding a little amused. “You don’t have to work so hard, Y/N.”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t, really. You stepped away because you had to, your body needing space to reorganize, your mind still caught on him even as you moved through the room.
Your feet had already carried you out of the room before you could make sense of it all. The bathroom door closed behind you and the silence that followed settled heavily over your shoulders, a quiet exhale loosening what you hadn’t realized you were holding. You stood there for a moment, your breath uneven, your body still caught in the echo of him… but even as you tried to ground yourself and calm your galloping heart, that tension remained.
As you reached for the door once again, as you stepped back into the living room, as your gaze lifted in search of something to anchor yourself to- you found him: exactly where you had left him; waiting. His eyes already on you, fixed, as if your return was a given and he had been right there all along, holding the space you had stepped out of.
You froze for a second, your breath catching as your body gave in to the pull of him again.
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As hours stretched, you began noticing other casualties. He moved behind you at one point, close enough that the warmth of him wrapped around you in a suffocating-but-intoxicating kind of way; the proximity alone felt like the flat edge of a blade held against your skin. His hand brushed yours sometime later, reaching past you for something you hadn’t noticed. Once… and then again and again. Small things. Minimal, really- but they sure carried weight to you.
At some point Seungmin stepped away, out toward the terrace, pulled into another conversation that carried him out of your reach.
Morgan found you as he left. You don’t remember exactly how the conversation began, only the shape it took once it unfolded: her tone light but pointed to land where it needed to. A question about him, about you, about whether anything had happened at all. And you answered… or tried to. Went for something vague enough to satisfy the surface of it but not to hold under her scrutiny. In all honesty, you didn’t know how to explain it: what had happened, what hadn’t, where it shifted, or whether you had imagined any of it… some of it… all of it.
Around you, the night began to wind down. Glasses emptied, voices lowered, people moved in familiar patterns: collecting things, checking phones, drifting toward the edges of departure. The quiet beginning of an ending.
Your fingers tightened slightly around your glass as the thought surfaced- should you do the same? Leave now, step out before anything else had the chance to… what? Continue? Shift? Become something harder to ignore? The thread that had kept you anchored to him through every almost-contact began to stretch, thinning under the reintroduction of everything else, of reality settling back into place, of the recognition that the night existed within a larger sequence of moments that would continue beyond this one.
You stood up.
The motion alone felt heavy, your body carrying the residue of unresolved tension. Your fingers curled around your things with a slight delay, your movements slow, resisting the possibility of an end. With it came the awareness of distance, of stepping out of a space that had grown too charged to ignore; and beneath it, a reluctance: the sense that something hadn’t yet reached its natural conclusion.
You adjusted your grip, shifted your weight, angled your body toward the exit the way the others had begun to do, letting yourself fold back into the collective motion of departure.
Suddenly, a hand closed around your wrist. Your body stilled, suspended in the moment. Slowly, you turned toward the point of contact. Seungmin stood close, his hand still on you, his gaze holding yours steadily, that same quiet attentiveness from earlier now sharpened by the absence of everything else.
“Stay a little longer.” The words fell into place between you with that confidence so particular to him.
Around you, the room continued its unraveling, but it all felt distant now as your focus narrowed entirely to him, to the warmth of his hand against your skin, to the steadiness of his gaze. You knew you could leave; that option remained… but your body didn’t move, because something in the way he held you there made the act of leaving feel heavier than staying.
You felt his thumb move, a small adjustment against your wrist, enough to draw your attention fully into the contact, quieting your noisy mind. Your lips parted slightly, as if to break the heavy silence- but you felt his thumb move again, a single stroke against the inside of your wrist that drew a tight pull low through your center. There it was.
“You feel that?” Your breath caught- you couldn’t answer. His head tilted. “You do,” he said softly, the hint of a smile threading through the words.
Your gaze dropped for a second, pulled toward the point of contact again. “I-” The word stalled. Your throat tightened, your shoulders drawing in just a fraction as something inside you resisted the act of stepping fully into what you knew you wanted.
“You keep trying to think your way through it,” he continued, his thumb shifting again in a slow, absent glide against your skin, drawing you back into the sensation of him rather than the noise of your own thoughts. “You don’t have to.”
“Look at me.”
The words were barely above a whisper and still they settled with discreet authority, leaving no space for you to refuse.
Your eyes lifted slowly, hesitant, as if meeting his gaze too quickly would give too much away. His gaze dropped to your mouth and then back up again.
“You’re not leaving,” he said quietly, a faint curve to his voice. “Come with me, pretty,” he continued, his words intimate, carrying direction within them. His hand adjusted at your wrist, turning you to guide you through the now-quiet space until the edge of the kitchen counter came into view. “Can you sit for me?”
You didn’t hesitate. There was something disarming in it: in the certainty of him, in the way his attention never pressed and still never wavered, in the way he made space for you to move while shaping the direction of it all the same… and you felt yourself give under it in ways you hadn’t expected, hadn’t prepared for.
He remained close, the line of his body aligning with yours - your attention shifting to the way you were now seated and he wasn’t, to the way you had to look up at him standing tall in front of you. His hand left your wrist, his fingers trailing to make the absence apparent.
“Comfortable like this, pretty? Do you need anything else?” The question almost too gentle.
Your lips parted, your mind reached for something to say but it didn’t come fast enough, your thoughts still trailing behind everything else going on. “You-” you started, then stopped, your voice catching before forcing the rest of it out. “What is this, Seungmin… what are we even doing?” There. Not exactly what you meant to say, but better than nothing… or so you thought.
His eyes sharpened at that, like the question had given him something to work with. “What do you think this is?” he asked, turning it back on you.
“I don’t-” You stopped again, because saying it out loud felt like too much. Because he was right there, holding the moment steady in a way that made it impossible to blur.
“Say it,” he said, the words placed between you in a way that left no space for you to retreat. “Come on, doll, say it. I know you can.”
Your gaze dropped before lifting back to him slowly. “I just-” Once more, the words stalled, your voice giving out under the weight of it all.
“Still thinking?” he said almost to himself, though it landed squarely on you, his tone laced with amusement. “You’ve been doing that all night.” His gaze moved down your face again. “Hasn’t gotten you very far, now, has it?”
Your lips pressed together, frustration and embarrassment flickering across your expression before your eyes dropped at your feet, unable to look at him.
He moved closer then. You felt the way his presence filled the space as he stepped around the corner of the counter. A brief brush- his chest against your back. Then his hand found the stool and with an easy motion he turned it. Your body followed, the room shifting with you until you were facing him fully.
His hands came down on either side of you, palms settling against the counter now behind you, bracketing you in, the space between your bodies narrowing, his frame closing around you in a way that had your pulse jumping under your skin as your head lifted to meet his gaze. You were framed, positioned exactly where he wanted you.
“You don’t have to get it right, pretty,” he said softly, his voice deep and slow, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed your lips. “You just have to try.” He paused there at the edge of you, before dipping closer, his voice lowering further, intimate, meant only for you. “Can you try for me, doll?”
Your throat tightened. “I…” The word came out softer than you intended, barely there, your body already leaning into him, your breath brushing his as the rest of it slipped out. “I want you, Seungmin- I’ve wanted you for so… so long. I-” You faltered, your voice unsteady. “I don’t want to think about it anymore… I just-” another break, your fingers tightening faintly around nothing. “Please… please- can you do something about it?”
His gaze dropped to your mouth, lingering. And when it lifted again there was no mistaking it. A small grin pulled at the corner of his mouth, unmistakably pleased. “Took you long enough,” he whispered, a hint of amusement threading through it. “I was starting to think you’d make me work for it.”
His hand moved to your face, his thumb tracing the faintest line along your lower lip as if testing your hunger- confirming what he already knew, before settling on your jaw. Your lips parted under his touch, your head tipping up toward him, your neck stretching instinctively in a quiet offering. He watched the way your gaze shifted- softer, wider, open in a way that gave you away entirely, all of your desire there, exposed for him to see.
For once, his breath caught. “Don’t look at me like that,” he murmured, his grip on your jaw tightening just enough to hold you in place. “Do you really think you’re the only one who’s been watching from a distance?” His voice dipped. “Do you even know what you do to me, bunny?”
His words only pulled you further in. Your gaze dropped to his mouth this time, your breath uneven, your body already closing the distance in small increments. The difference this time was that he didn’t stop you, didn’t pull back, didn’t interrupt it. He met you there.
The first contact was soft, barely there, a brush more than a kiss. The closeness of him sent a shiver through you. He deepened it then, his hand shifting to angle you further, guiding you into it as his lips pressed more firmly against yours- the pace entirely his, impossible not to follow. He didn’t rush it, if anything, he slowed it further, drawing it out, letting the pressure build instead of break.
Then he paused, pulling back just a fraction, your lips parting as you chased the contact. His eyes met yours and there it was again, that same knowing look that made your chest flutter all over again. “Is that how you like to be kissed, pretty?” he said softly, the faintest edge of teasing threading through it.
The moment he leaned in again, you met him halfway. This time there was no testing, your lips found his with more urgency than before. Instead of returning to your jaw, his thumb settled beneath your chin, tilting it up, stretching your neck toward him, making it easier to reach you. “Easy,” he murmured against your mouth, not quite breaking the contact. “Don’t rush me.”
But his words didn’t slow you- they unraveled you. Your breath caught against his, your shoulders softening even further as you gave under it, under him, one of your hands lifting, needing to feel him, hovering for a second before settling against his chest, testing whether you were allowed to touch him back. A tiny exhale left him and you took it as approval, his hand shifting from your jaw just enough to let you move but not quite enough to let you take control.
“You’ve been thinking about this,” he whispered, his lips brushing yours again, dragging the contact. “Haven’t you?” His head tilted to catch your lips again. “Cat got your tongue?” he added, the irony unmistakable, almost laughing at the way you gave yourself away. And then his hand moved- to your throat this time, his fingers closing to hold you in place as he pulled back, creating space only so you could feel the absence of him.
“Answer me.”
You didn’t know if you could, because the way he kissed you just now felt like he already knew the answer and was pulling it out of you all the same, piece by piece, breath by breath.
“I have,” you whispered, breathless as the rest slipped out, uneven, pleading. “I’ve been thinking about it- about you… for so long.” Your voice wavered, a faint strain threading through it. “For so long, Seungmin… please,”
Your hand slid slightly higher against his chest, your body pressing just a fraction closer, drawn in by what you knew you couldn’t stop. You felt him pull away, but you couldn’t let him this time, and so you moved to catch him again, your body leaning forward toward the space he had just left; that earned a different reaction from him. A small, sharp curve at the corner of his mouth.
“Look at you,” he said, pleased. “All that thinking, all that doubting… and this is all it takes for you to give in?”
“Tell me what you want.”
Your breath hitched under his gaze once more, like it had all night. “I want you,” you said, forcing the words out. “I want you, Seungmin, so take me.” your eyes flickering over his face, giving yourself away completely. “I want you.”
You saw it then, the smallest break in him: something tightening in his gaze as your words landed, his jaw setting before he smoothed it over. His thumb pressed harder against your skin. “Yeah,” his voice thick, dragging enough to let you feel it. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that come out of those pretty lips.”
His hand slid from your jaw to your wrist again to draw you closer, into him, into the heat of him, close enough that you didn’t need him to say it out loud to understand. Your hand landed against his bulge, pulling a heavy exhale from his chest. “That’s all you,” he said, almost absent for a second, like he was letting himself feel it. His gaze landed back on you. “Every bit of it.”
He leaned in once more for a brief playful kiss that brushed your lips and lingered just long enough to make your head spin. “Wanna go upstairs, doll?” he asked against your mouth, the question careless in tone.
You just nodded and it was enough. His mouth curved into a languid smile as he moved, his hands finding your waist and settling there before guiding you off the stool and forward; your body following, pliant under his direction.
Once you were standing and moving, his hand slipped from your waist to your abdomen, spreading there, large enough to span it completely. His touch drew a soft, unsteady sound out of you and he caught it, his head dipping briefly to press into the curve of your neck, breathing you in for a second before placing a small lingering kiss there.
The space around you faded as the movement carried you both out of the kitchen and into the hallway, the rest of the night dissolving behind you. The walk itself blurred into light touches, quiet laughter, the occasional brush of his hand keeping you there, in the moment with him.
At his room’s door, he stepped in close once more, his body aligning behind yours as one hand settled at your hip while the other reached past you, around you, to the doorknob, his chest brushing your back again as he pushed the door open. He let you step in first.
The room greeted you in lower light than the rest of the house as you stepped inside, your gaze drifting briefly over the space- his desk, the keyboard, scattered pictures on the wall, pieces of him you hadn’t seen before. You felt his eyes on you, so you turned your head slightly over your shoulder to find him there, still leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, one shoulder pressed back into it, that same crooked smile resting on his mouth.
You turned slowly then, your weight settling into one hip, your arms folding loosely at your waist, a shy smile pulling at your lips as your head tilted. “So…” you started, “are you coming or what?” it came out almost teasing.
He just watched you for a second longer, a small nod following as his hand reached back without looking, pushing the door closed in one smooth motion. His hands found your hips easily, settling there as he drew closer. He paused when your noses touched, letting you feel his breath ghosting your lips.
“Hi,” he whispered, playful, soft enough to catch you off guard, pulling a little laugh from you- and then he kissed you.
His lips pressed firmly against yours as his hands moved, sliding from your hips to the edge of your waist before slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt, his touch warm against your skin as it traveled upward. Your body responded instantly, arching into him, closing whatever distance remained as his hands moved only to trace the same path once more.
The rhythm between you changed with that kiss, your steps adjusting as he moved you with him, back… back until the edge of the bed met the back of your legs. You barely registered it before his hands started pulling at the fabric of your shirt as you lifted your arms out of instinct, letting him take it off you.
The change in position threw you off balance, sending you back onto the bed, your gaze lifting immediately to him as you landed, to the way he stood above you now, even taller from this angle, broader. The dim light of the room catching along the lines of his body as he reached for the hem of his own shirt, pulling it off in one smooth motion.
From where you lay, everything about him felt… amplified. His height, his messy hair, the line of his nose, the sharp angle of his jaw, the way his shoulders set, the definition of his muscles under the low light, the faint shadow tracing along the lines of his torso, the subtle pull of ink along his ribs that catched your attention.
A smile pulled at his mouth as he looked down at you. “Like what you see, doll?” the hint of a laugh threading through his voice. His gaze dragged over you in return, taking you in the same way you had just taken him in.. “I know I do,” his teeth catching lightly on his lower lip for a brief second, before he stepped closer again.
The realization hit you all at once, cutting through everything that had been building until then. Your hands came up in an instant, pressing against his abdomen to stop him. “Wait,” your voice tightened as your eyes searched his face. “I- I have to tell you something first… just- don’t get mad, okay?” your fingers curling against him.
That stopped him completely, confusion breaking through first, his brows drawing together as he looked down at you. “Why would I-” he started but cut himself off, something in your tone already telling him this wasn’t nothing. “What is it?”
“I’ve never…” you started, your gaze dropping briefly before lifting back to his. “I’ve never… done this before.”
A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he steadied himself again, his hand coming up to drag once over the back of his neck as he exhaled softly, still looking at you. “You’re-” he stopped, recalibrating. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” There was no anger in it, just confusion.
“I didn’t think I was going to have to,” you admitted, your gaze faltering for a second. Your lips pressed together as embarrassment flickered across your expression before you looked back up at him.
His whole demeanor softened at that, the tension easing from his shoulders as his hand came down again to settle over yours. “Are you sure?” he asked, and this time it was a real question, all traces of teasing gone. “Are you sure you want this… with me?”
“Yeah- yes!” It came out faster than anything else had that night, your eyes lifting fully to his, wide. “I’m sure,” you added. “God, you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this… about us. About this exact moment.”
He held your gaze for a second longer, as if making sure, before his expression eased again. “Okay,” he murmured carefully. His thumb brushed once more against your skin as his gaze dipped briefly to your mouth before lifting back to your eyes. “Okay,” he repeated, even softer this time.
His hands came down on the bed on either side of your head, pressing you further into the mattress as he leaned in. His mouth found the line of your neck, his lips brushing, pressing, lingering there. He let the moment build slowly, allowing you to feel every shift of him, every point of contact. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he whispered against your skin, the words half-breathed, half-spoken. “So, so good…” He traced a slow path down your throat to your collarbone and down your chest with soft, open-mouthed kisses.
He paused. He lifted his head just slightly to look at you again- and there it was, that cocky smile, his half-lidded eyes moving over your face, taking in the way you looked beneath him. “Is that what you pictured me saying?” the corner of his mouth lifted just a little more as he tilted his head, getting closer to your skin without breaking eye contact. “In your little fantasy world?”
Your hands moved to his back, drawn by the need to feel him, but he caught you before you could touch him. One of his hands wrapped around both of your wrists with ease, guiding them up to pin them above your head against the mattress in one smooth motion.
He leaned in again, his voice dropping as his lips brushed near your ear, your jaw, never quite settling in one place long enough to let you fully anticipate it. “Let me do this for you, baby,” the words warm against your skin. “All you have to do is relax. Can you do that for me, doll? Hm?”
Your head tipped back instinctively as his mouth moved lower, your chest rising as the sensation hit you harder than you expected. His tongue traced a slow line from the hollow of your collarbone up toward your jaw before dipping down again, the path broken into soft, connected kisses, the wet sound of them filling the space between your breaths. His eyes never left you, measuring the way your expression shifted, the way your body gave itself away to him in real time.
Your mind had gone hazy under the weight of it all, so you didn’t notice him moving lower and lower over your chest- until the warmth of his tongue met the black lace separating him from your bare skin. Your eyes widened as you looked down at him, just as his mouth closed over the damp spot he left behind over your clothed nipple, his lips sealing there as he drew a soft pull.
It pulled a broken moan from you, your fingers twitching where they were still held above your head, your back arching beneath him. A satisfied hum left him at that, his mouth not quite leaving you as he tested the reaction again, like he was learning you.
“There you go…”
His free hand moved then, dragging slowly across your chest before slipping beneath the edge of the fabric, closing around your bare breast with a firm, instinctive squeeze. His thumb found the neglected nipple, circling it slowly before pressing into it.
You couldn’t stay still.
Your brows drew together as a quiet, strained sound slipped past your lips, your thighs tightening around him, pulling him closer, chasing the contact, the pressure, the friction. Your hips rolled against his, searching for some kind of release from the tension building inside you.
Your wrists strained faintly in his hold, your body caught between the need to feel him everywhere and the way he kept you exactly where he wanted you. “Easy, baby” he saod firmly, his grip adjusting slightly.
But you didn’t stop. Couldn’t. “Fuck-” the word slipped out, your voice thin, head falling back further as the sensation built again. “Do that again, please-”
He didn’t give you time to recover. His mouth found you again, his lips brushing, pressing, kissing, sucking, lingering as he repeated the motion, his tongue tracing slow, wet circles before dipping back in, nuzzling into you, his face dragging softly against your skin while his nose pressed in just enough to send a new wave of sensation through you.
His mouth went trailing across you as his hands moved, slipping beneath the fabric of your bra and pushing it aside until there was nothing left in the way. He moved to the opposite side then, his lips brushing first, testing, before he closed his mouth over you, sucking gently while keeping his gaze fixed on yours. The faint brush of his teeth sent a sharper shiver through you, the shift in pressure pulling a loud sound from your throat.
“Yeah…” he whispered against your skin, voice thick as his mouth returned to you again. “That’s it, baby… let me hear you.”
His mouth didn’t leave you immediately, but when it did it was slow, trailing down your body. For a second- just a second, he paused, hovering, almost tempted to return to where he had been before, his mouth ghosting back up slightly to press a light kiss against your bare skin and taking a playful bite out of it; a smile pulling at his lips.
His attention dropped again, his lips pressing along your stomach and drifting lower, soft kisses broken by teasing pressure, enough to make your breath hitch as he took his time with it. The sensation built gradually, settling lower, your breath catching as he reached your lower abdomen.
His grip shifted and your wrists were released. “Stay,” the word settled into you as his hands moved, sliding down your sides, over your hips, and then further- his fingers tightening as they found you, spreading wide, firm, the pressure of them unmistakable as they settled over your flesh, holding you exactly where he wanted you, the imprint of his grip still on your skin.
Then he pulled back enough to take you in properly, shifting upright on his knees where they still rested against the mattress. From where he was, you looked almost unreal: hair spread out beneath you, eyes wide, expectant, glassy at the edges, lips parted, swollen from his mouth, your cheeks flushed deep with color. Your hands had fallen loosely to either side of your head, your body open beneath him, the bare skin of your chest and tummy marked in soft traces where his mouth had been before. The fabric of the skirt at your hips sat careless, your legs parted just enough to accommodate him, the contrast of dark lace against your skin drawing his attention lower, where the evidence of your arousal had begun to show, subtle but impossible to miss: a wet patch slowly spreading with each of his touches.
“Fuck…” he muttered low, the word slipping out of him like water. “Look at you… you’re fucking perfect, baby” his voice rough. His thumb traced a slow line down your navel to your clothed slit, pressing there, dragging lightly over your clit before dipping just beneath the fabric, enough to feel the heat of you. He bit his lower lip at the sight of it. “I barely touched you…” his breath caught faintly like he hadn’t meant for you to hear it.
He leaned over you again, this time shifting his weight as he moved down the length of your body, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of your hips as your legs fell naturally along his sides. His mouth found you again, pressing back into your skin as if he needed to feel it, to lose himself in it. He moved further down, his experienced hands guiding you to get you exactly how he wanted. His mouth followed, pressing along the inside of your thighs, kisses slow and sloppy, drifting higher, then back again, never quite giving you what you wanted.
A quiet breath of amusement slipped from him as he heard you getting louder and louder; barely a laugh, but you felt it- warm against your core. He stayed there for a second too long, his nose brushing lightly as he inhaled.
Your body tensed, then melted, your back arching, your breath catching high in your chest as a helpless sound slipped desperately past your lips. “Please…” your voice faltered. “I can’t think-just… please! I need you.”
He dragged his face along your thigh, moving toward your center, brushing you with his nose before pressing into you with it, inhaling deeply, hungrily. His mouth parted instinctively at the reaction your body gave him, immediate and impossible to hide, his expression mirroring yours as he followed the movement of your body against the bed, drawing you back into him. Your fingers tangled in the sheets as your head lifted slightly from the mattress, pulled by the need to see him there, buried in you. Your hands found him quickly, sliding through his hair before tightening at the roots, tugging once before pressing him closer, guiding him back into your warmth.
With eager hands, he took hold of each side of your panties and slid them down your legs until they were completely gone. Then he paused- long enough to let it settle, to let you feel the absence of him, only to fill the empty space with the warm moisture of his tongue, blending indulgently with your own. He licked a strip up and then down your clothed cunt, drawing his tongue back into his mouth as if to savor you. A broken sound left you at that, your hips shifting- chasing him.
But just when you thought he was finally going to give you what you wanted, he pulled away abruptly, lifting himself back onto his knees, settling on his heels. When your eyes opened to protest, you were met with his darkened gaze already waiting for you, a crooked, dangerous smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes traced the lines of your body, his tongue dragging slowly over his lips, leaving them glistening under the low light. When his gaze returned to yours, he tilted his head back slightly as he whispered, “Touch yourself, doll. Show me how you like it.”
Caught off guard by his words, somewhere between the chaos of sensation and the noise in your head you decided it was the perfect moment to let go, to show him how much you wanted this, to prove that whatever restraint had once held you back was long gone.
Maintaining eye contact, your hand slid over your body, your palm curved against your skin as you moved from your neck down to your chest, where you took one of your breasts firmly in your hand, squeezing, the soft flesh spilling between your fingers. Your lips parted at the sensation, a small sound slipping out- quiet enough to go unnoticed by anyone else, but not by him.
Across from you, Seungmin’s hand moved too, sliding slowly over his bare torso, mirroring you. “Yeah… that’s it, doll. Just like that. Take your time.”
Encouraged by his words, your hand continued its path, drifting down your stomach to the soft curve below, before slipping further into the warmth of your center. Your fingers pressed there at your clit, insistent, drawing a shiver through your body. Your lower lip caught between your teeth as you fought to keep your eyes open, to stay with him, even as pleasure began to blur the edges of everything with your fingers moving in slow small circles.
It didn’t help seeing him slide his hand into his pants, freeing himself, the denim slipping lower along his hips as he exposed himself fully. “Is this how you touch yourself when you think about me, baby? Yeah? Say my name.”
His hand wrapped around his shaft, moving lazily, the sight of it pulling a louder sound from you despite yourself, ignoring his command. “Come on, doll… say it. Say my name.”
You couldn’t ignore him a second time; not when the tension had begun to coil low in your body, your movements turning erratic, your fingers slipping into uneven, desperate patterns. “Seunghh-Seungmin, fuck- Seungmin, please…”
Even as your eyes fell closed, you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. “That’s it, baby… say it again, louder. Spread yourself for me, doll… let me see that dripping cunt.”
His name kept falling from your lips over and over again in a constant plea, as your free hand slid against the sheets, moving to spread yourself further, giving him a clear view of everything your fingers were doing. “So fucking beautiful… fuck- eyes on me, pretty.”
With his free hand, unable to hold himself back a second longer, he slid along one of your legs until he reached your center, his finger curving just enough to gather some of your fluids before bringing it back up, offering it to your mouth. “Open up, doll.”
Lost in the constant pull of sensation you took him in, your lips parting as you drew his finger in, hollowing your cheeks slightly as you tasted yourself. His body followed, leaning back over you, his face coming close, head tilting as he searched for your lips. “Can I taste you now, pretty?” he whispered against your mouth before closing the distance, his lips finding yours, his tongue slipping inside, inviting yours to meet it.
His finger, still slick, returned to your cunt, testing your hole slowly while he kept you occupied with his mouth, careful not to overwhelm you. He traced slow circles there, pressing gently with each pass. Your body shuddered beneath his touch, arching into him, small sounds slipping from your mouth into his.
In response, he pressed deeper, his finger easing inside you, curling slightly as he moved. “What a good girl” he murmured against your lips, still guiding you with the rhythm he’d set, his attention flicking briefly to the way you responded before returning to you fully. “That’s it…” he added under his breath, keeping the pace slow and steady. “You’re doing so well, baby”
His gaze lifted to meet yours for a moment (watching, checking) before dropping again. “Tell me if it’s too much, yeah?” he said more quietly this time, the edge in his voice softening for a moment. Then he pulled back slightly, only to press in again, adding another finger slowly, stretching you while also giving you time to adjust. “But it isn’t, is it?” his voice dipped. “You can take it… can’t you, doll?”
Time blurred after that. That was until he pulled back again, his hand easing away and his attention lifting back to you, satisfaction settling into his expression. “Think you’re ready, doll,” he said before shifting his weight, moving up along you, his knees settling into the mattress as he leaned back just enough to run a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face, that same slow smile pulling at his mouth again.
This time, his body stretched in the opposite direction, his fingers brushing along the surface of the nightstand until they found what he was looking for. The small foil packet landed somewhere near you, forgotten for the moment as his attention returned to you fully.
His movements slowed after that, his hands drifting to his own clothes, undoing them before he pushed himself up just enough to step out of them completely. His gaze never quite left yours, still taking you in.
“Wanna touch?” he asked low, the question softer than the ones before. “Get the full experience.”
Your hand moved in his direction, tentative at first, hovering for a second before settling around his base, your gaze lifting to find his, searching for reassurance that you were doing it right. When he answered with a playful wink and that same crooked smile, you started moving up and down along him.
Gradually, your hand ventured higher, your thumb pressing lightly at the tip, tracing slow, absent circles before wrapping your fingers around him again.
The reaction it pulled from him was delicious, his head tipping back as a quiet sound slipped from him, his hand coming down over yours, guiding it, adjusting, closing your grip just enough to show you how he liked it.
“Yeah…” he exhaled. “Just like that…”
His hand slipped yours away eventually, his body moving before returning to you, positioning himself between your legs once more. His hands found the bed again, bracketing you in as he leaned down, his mouth returning to yours in a kiss that felt different from the ones before- slow, deep, hungry; as pulling you back from the edge just enough to steady you.
One of his hands moved again, reaching for what he had set aside earlier, his attention splitting only briefly before returning to you. He took his time opening the little package and slid the condom down his cock before settling back into place.
He didn’t hurryt. His gaze lifted to yours as he leaned in, close enough for his breath to brush your lips again. “Ready?” he whispered.
The moment came gradually, his body aligning with yours as he leaned in, his forehead brushing yours, his breath uneven as he guided you through it- every movement measured, controlled, giving you time to adjust, to feel it without being completely overwhelmed. Slowly, he let himself sink into you, showering you with kisses and light touches in the process.
Your body tensed instinctively, your fingers curling as your head fell back into the pillows, your breath catching in a way that made him pause- made him still completely.
“Hey… easy, baby. I've got you.” he murmured softly, his lips brushing yours between words. “Relax for me, bunny… yeah, that’s it.” He didn’t move, just stayed there, letting you settle, his hand coming up to your face, thumb brushing lightly over your cheek, careful now in a way he hadn’t needed to be before. “You’re doing so good, baby…” he whispered quietly. “So, so good… You’re so warm and tight- fuck, you’re perfect. My perfect doll.”
Only when your breathing evened did he move again, the first motion barely there, more of a little shift than anything else, his mouth returning to yours in soft kisses, giving you something to hold onto as everything else built beneath it. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” he said against your lips.
But it wasn’t and he could feel it. His rhythm changed because of it, each movement building on the last as your body responded more easily now, less tense, more open, softer sounds slipping past your lips as your hands finally found somewhere to hold onto him, to feel him fully this time.
Something in him loosened, his control bending just slightly, his breath growing heavier as he leaned into it more; voice slipping between uneven exhales. “Fuck…” he breathed. “Feels too good, baby, can’t stop- can’t”
His hands moved again, repositioning you, making it easier to go deeper, his mouth returning wherever he could reach (your lips, your jaw, your neck) never letting the contact break for too long.
“Look at me,” he said at some point, his hand finding your face again, holding you there with him. And when it built- when it really built you felt it everywhere. “Let go, baby.”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Seungmin asks in a whisper, fingers lightly caressing the length of your arm, making you shiver from his feather-like touch and closeness. You just shake your head ‘no’, too afraid to speak and accidentally burst the invisible bubble surrounding both of you. This is uncharted territory, one you didn't think you’d be exploring today. Seungmin was supposed to be just a friend, a friend who eventually became so necessary in your life that you couldn’t go a day without his presence.
“Your heart is going really fast” he murmurs, his hand moving from your arm to rest flat against your sternum, right over your racing heart, making it beat faster. The weight of his palm is heavy, grounding, exciting even…
Neither of you pull away, too afraid to make the wrong move, but way in too deep to go back now. Seungmin leans in until his forehead is resting against yours, forcing your breathing to match his. It's two a.m., you’re both exhausted from dancing too hard, but still with enough adrenaline to stay up all night, especially now discovering new sensations… or at least allowing them to come true, because truth be told, your feelings for him were always there. You can’t exactly pinpoint what changed in his heart and mind to grab you and take you outside of the club, but you don’t really mind. Everything around you feels heightened, the scent of his shirt mixed with sweat, the slight dampness of his hair, the way the street suddenly feels too small for the two of you, and you don’t give two shits about the people around you, they’re too drunk anyways.
Seungmin is so lost in you, you notice his eyes tracing your every feature, and you also realize his mind is going haywire, debating whether to close the distance or apologize for it, but you’re not gonna let him backtrack now, not when you might finally have him as more than just a friend. Your fingers move faster than your own rationality, hooking his belt loops and moving his body closer. Seungmin shifts, his body pressing into yours, closing the distance, until you’re pinned between him and the wall of the club. He smirks, finally claiming the space he’s been wanting to for months.
“I was losing my mind trying to figure out if you’d let me get this close or if I'd lose my best friend” he says, lips almost brushing yours.
“I’ve always been yours, however you want me” you confess and see him taking in your words as deep as they sound. His right hand cups your cheek while the fingers of his left disappear into your hair and he pulls you in, closing the final inch of space between you. His lips meet yours softly at first, almost hesitant, as if he’s still giving you a chance to pull away in case you change your mind. But you don’t. And as you melt into him, and him into you, the kiss gets deeper, growing hungrier as you’re both releasing all the tension and held back feelings, no longer restrained by the fear of losing each other.
