Nothing hurts more than being a slow learner. I think I can proudly admit it—kidding—that yeah, I am a slow learner, and I'm not ashamed of it. The only thing that hurts is when I'm around people I was hoping would include me, but they start saying things that don't include me, or when I'm probably the last option whenever everyone is choosing. I mean, who even wants a friend who's slow... a slow learner? 🥲
What hurt me even more was during the seating arrangement. I was told to sit behind them instead, and it felt weird. It made me wonder why they didn't seem to want me sitting with them, or even in the same row as them. Maybe I'm just overthinking it, like I always do, but something about it didn't feel right. I don't know... I just felt like I wasn't wanted there.
But to be honest, the Heeseung one is already on its way to being finished, so I might just post it at some random time—or maybe even tonight. Kidding... maybe not. 🤭
if I cut you off, it just means I care ; Y/n first attempt at experiencing college life leads her to a noisy club where she meets Mingi — a strikingly handsome 26-year-old with a soft smile and gentle demeanor that instantly draws her in.
Warning : Mingi!friend? x fem!reader ( barely legal ) , MDNI 18+? , college, Mature, Slow Burn, uncertain ending, Age Gap Relationship ( 8 years ) , fluff, Found Family, Unconditional Love, Personal Growth, heavy Angst, attachment issues, borderline illegal .
unsvripted ; And I swear, I'm ready to hear your opinions. That's why I'm asking you guys to let me know if I should continue this or not. I don't know, man... (+_+) Just let me know if this interests you or nah. 'Cause I don't want to be labeled as problematic 😭 I know it shouldn't really concern me because you guys don't know me personally, but still...
You were a fresh first-year college student, an English major, and this was your first time truly being on your own. At eighteen, the idea of freedom felt both exciting and terrifying.
It was a Friday night, just past 7 PM, and the club was already pulsing with life. Clubbing had never been your thing, but your new friends had dragged you along, insisting that this was part of the college experience. So here you were — sitting at a circular table with a mix of fellow first-years and a few seniors, nursing a drink whose name you had already forgotten. You’d only taken a few sips. The bitter taste made your nose wrinkle with every swallow.
The music grew louder, the lights flashed wildly, and one by one, your friends disappeared into the crowd — laughing, dancing, and losing themselves in the chaos. Soon, you were left alone at the table, feeling small and out of place.
You wanted to join them. You really did. But dancing with strangers, surrounded by the thick smell of smoke, weed, cheap perfume, and sweat, felt overwhelming. This wasn’t what you had imagined when you thought about experiencing college life. It wasn’t fun at all.
That’s when your eyes landed on him.
He was sitting alone at the bar, quietly sipping his drink. Even from a distance, he stood out. His side profile was striking — soft yet strikingly handsome, almost ethereal under the shifting club lights. He looked young, with a gentle, boyish charm that made your heart skip. He didn’t seem like the typical club guy. He looked… friendly. Approachable.
Maybe he’s my age, you thought.
Before you could overthink it, you stood up, still clutching your barely-touched drink, and walked over. You had never made the first move like this before, but tonight felt different. Your friends had abandoned you, and something about him made you want to take the risk. Worst case? You’d never see him again.
You slid onto the stool beside him.
“Hi…” you said awkwardly.
He didn’t react at first, then turned his head, as if making sure you were actually talking to him.
“Um… hi,” he replied, his voice calm and slightly deep.
“I’m Y/N,” you said, trying to sound casual. “What’s your name?”
“Mingi.”
You nodded, smiling shyly. “Are you here alone?”
“Yeah, I am. How about you?” he asked, glancing at you.
“I came with my friends, but they all went dancing and left me behind,” you admitted with a small laugh.
He nodded understandingly. You continued, “You look really young… that’s why I got the courage to approach you, honestly.” You smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.
Mingi raised an eyebrow, amused. “You don’t have company? No boyfriend? Girlfriend?”
You shook your head, smiling. “Nah. Never been in a relationship before.”
He looked visibly surprised. His eyes drifted over your white sundress — cute and
completely out of place in a club full of short skirts and tight outfits.
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” he asked, almost like he couldn’t believe it.
You furrowed your brows offended. “Well, excuse me. You’re wearing a checkered shirt over a white t-shirt with baggy pants. You don’t exactly look like you belong in a club either.”
He let out a soft chuckle. The mood lightened.
“So… how old are you?” you asked, genuinely curious. “I thought we might be the same age. Are you in college too? You look like a student.”
Mingi smiled, a gentle but knowing smile.
“I’m 26.”
Your eyes widened in genuine shock.
“Twenty-six?!”
You had assumed 20 or 21 at most. He didn’t look a day over 22. The age gap hit you harder than expected, but you tried to play it cool.
“Wow… you look really young,” you said, almost laughing at how wrong you’d been.
Mingi tilted his head slightly, studying you with newfound interest.
“And you?” he asked.
“I’m 18,” you answered.
For a moment, his expression went blank. The easy smile faded as the reality of your age settled between you.
His blank expression made your stomach twist — maybe you shouldn’t have said your real age. But you didn’t want the conversation to die, so you pushed through the discomfort.
“You look really young for your age though… like seriously, you don’t look 26 at all,” you said, offering a shy smile.
Mingi’s expression softened. He let out a small chuckle and leaned back slightly, suddenly shifting into a gentle, almost older-brother vibe.
“Thanks,” he replied casually, the corner of his lips turning up. “I get that a lot. Good genes, I guess.”
You nodded, feeling a little more relaxed. He didn’t seem annoyed or weirded out anymore. Emboldened, you continued.
“So… you’re working then, yeah? What’s your job?”
Mingi paused.
It was a short pause, barely noticeable, but his fingers tightened slightly around his glass. His real life flashed through his mind — the late-night shoots, the collabs with both guys and girls, the thousands of followers who knew him under a different name on X. He had been in the industry since he was 23. He was actually quite famous now. But telling an innocent-looking 18-year-old girl in a white sundress that he was a porn star? Yeah, that wasn’t happening tonight.
“I work at a call center,” he said smoothly, flashing that same soft, disarming smile.
You bought it immediately. With his baby face, gentle eyes, and quiet charm, he looked like the last person who would do anything wild for a living.
“Oh really?” you said, tilting your head. “That must be tiring. You do call center work at night?”
Mingi nodded, playing along easily.
“Yeah, night shifts mostly. It’s not too bad. Pays the bills and gives me time during the day. What about you? First year, right?"
You lit up a little at the question, happy he was keeping the conversation going.
“Yeah… just started this semester. It’s been overwhelming but exciting. This is actually my first time clubbing,” you admitted with a small laugh. “Clearly not my scene.”
Mingi glanced around the loud club, then back at you, his eyes lingering on your face for a second longer than before.
“You seem too sweet for this place,” he said, almost to himself.
Your cheeks warmed at his words. Gathering a bit more courage, you continued the conversation.
“I actually don’t live here in Seoul,” you said. “I’m from Busan. Do you live here? I mean… around this city?”
You tried to sound casual, but deep down you really hoped he lived nearby. Even though he was 26 and you had just met, something about him made you want to see him again — maybe as friends, or at least talk to him one more time. He felt different from the chaotic energy around you.
Mingi opened his mouth to reply, but before he could answer, two girls suddenly appeared beside your table.
“Y/N! There you are!” Sophia called out, slightly out of breath from dancing. Yunjin was right behind her, already grabbing your arm.
“Come on, it’s time to go home. We promised we wouldn’t stay too late for your first night out,” Yunjin said, tugging you gently but firmly.
You panicked a little. The conversation was just starting to feel comfortable, and now it was being cut short so abruptly. You didn’t even know how to say goodbye properly.
“Uh…” You turned back to Mingi, feeling awkward. “It was really nice talking to you, Mingi.”
You gave him a shy, genuine smile, hoping he could see you meant it.
Sophia and Yunjin were already nagging behind you. “Hurry up, Y/N! The taxi’s waiting outside!”
Mingi simply nodded, his expression calm but with a hint of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Take care, Y/N,” he said, his voice gentle. “Get home safe.”
You gave him one last glance before letting your friends pull you away. As you walked out of the club with them, the cool night air hit your face. The loud music faded behind you, but your mind stayed stuck on him — his soft voice, his surprisingly young-looking face, and the way he smiled.
You couldn’t help but wonder if you would ever see Mingi again.
It had been exactly one week since that night at the club.
The past seven days had been a whirlwind for you. As a first-year English major, you were drowning in orientation activities, syllabus readings, group projects, and adjusting to life away from Busan. Everything felt new and overwhelming, but you were slowly settling. Still, in the quiet moments — especially at night — your mind would drift back to Mingi. His soft smile. His calm voice. The way he looked at you.
On the other hand, Mingi had barely thought about you at all.
His week had been the usual, back-to-back shoots and collabs. Fucking one day, recovering the next, then doing it all over again. Cash came in steadily, and that was what mattered. He had completely forgotten about the shy 18-year-old in the white sundress. Even if he did remember, he had no interest in seeing you again. The age gap felt wrong — borderline illegal in his mind. Once you told him you were 18, you became nothing more than a kid to him.
Right now, Mingi was sitting on a quiet park bench, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His long legs were stretched out as he scrolled through his phone, waiting for a reply from his next collab partner — @topswimmer_2025, a straight guy who was open to anything depending on the offer. No message yet. He sighed, leaning his head back against the bench, enjoying the fresh air while he waited.
You had just finished filming a short exercise performance video for one of your classes near the park fountain. Slightly sweaty but in a good mood, you wore grey sweatpants and a black oversized graphic t-shirt, your hair tied up messily. As you walked back toward your apartment, something — someone — caught your eye.
There he was.
Sitting alone on the bench, looking effortlessly handsome even in casual clothes. Your heart jumped.
Without thinking twice, you changed direction and walked straight toward him, a bright smile spreading across your face.
“Ya… Mingi!” you called out cheerfully.
Mingi looked up from his phone, startled. The moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
You stopped in front of him, still smiling. “It’s really you! I can’t believe I ran into you again.”
He stared at you for a second, clearly caught off guard. The innocent, excited look on your face only reminded him how young you were.
“…Y/N,” he said slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Hey.”
There was a noticeable pause. He didn’t seem nearly as warm as he did that night at the club.
You didn’t notice the slight tension in his voice. You were too happy about this unexpected second meeting. Even though he looked a little surprised, you kept smiling and stepped closer.
“Are you… meeting someone?” you asked genuinely, tilting your head.
Mingi glanced down at his phone for a split second before looking back at you. He was still waiting for that collab reply, but he obviously couldn’t tell you that.
“Yeah… kind of,” he answered vaguely.
You nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show. Still, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding, “I was just about to go home after filming my class project… but I’m really glad I saw you again.”
Your voice was soft and sincere. You couldn’t hide the little spark of excitement in your eyes. Even after a whole week, he still looked just as handsome as you remembered — maybe even more so in the daylight, with his black hoodie and relaxed posture.
Mingi stayed quiet for a moment, studying your face. Your oversized graphic t-shirt and grey sweatpants made you look even younger than he remembered.
He let out a quiet breath and gave you a gentle but distant smile.
“That’s nice,” he replied, keeping his tone light but clearly guarded. “Small world, I guess.”
He didn’t ask how you’d been. He didn’t offer to catch up. The warmth from your first conversation at the club was noticeably missing now.
You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, suddenly feeling a bit awkward but still hopeful. Even though Mingi seemed a little distant, you didn’t want to let the moment slip away.
“Did you get stood up?” you asked teasingly, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Mingi blinked, caught off guard by your bold question. A small, amused huff escaped him, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Something like that,” he muttered, glancing at his phone again.
You took a small breath and continued, trying to sound casual even though your heart was beating faster.
“Um… are you free?”
The question hung in the air between you. For a few seconds, Mingi didn’t answer. He looked at you — really looked, bright and hopeful eyes. You looked every bit the innocent first-year college student you were.
He felt a flicker of discomfort. This was exactly why he had decided not to think about you again. You were too young. Too pure. And he was… well, he was him. .
Mingi leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees.
“Y/N…” he started, his voice was gentle, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He paused, choosing his words carefully.
“You seem like a really sweet girl, but I’m 26. You’re 18. I’m not looking for anything right now, especially not with someone your age.”
His tone was kind, but the rejection was clear.
Even so, you stood there, still looking at him with those wide, hopeful eyes.
Of course he’d say that, you thought. In your silly little mind, you already knew it was coming. Still, you really didn’t want to walk away just yet. Something about him made you want to stay a little longer, even if it was just for a few more minutes.
You bit your lip nervously, then spoke before you could overthink it.
“Just eat…” you said softly, almost mumbling. “I mean… just eat with me? There’s a small café nearby. Nothing serious. We can just talk for a bit… as friends?”
Your voice came out more hopeful than you intended. You fiddled with the hem of your oversized graphic t-shirt, cheeks warming with embarrassment. You knew you were pushing it, but you couldn’t help yourself. This felt like the only chance you might get to see him again.
Mingi looked at you for a long moment. He could see the sincerity in your eyes, the way you were trying so hard to act casual while clearly nervous. Part of him wanted to stand up and leave right then — it would be the responsible thing to do. But another part of him felt a tiny bit guilty turning you down so coldly when you looked this hopeful.
He let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair.
“Y/N…” he started, clearly conflicted. “I really shouldn’t…”
You smiled shyly, refusing to give up just yet.
“Come on… who even says no to food, right?” you added, your voice light and playful, though your fingers were still nervously twisting the hem of your oversized t-shirt.
Mingi stared at you, caught between amusement and disbelief. Your persistence was strangely endearing, even if it made him uncomfortable. He let out a soft sigh and ran a hand through his hair again.
“You’re really not making this easy,” he muttered, half to himself.
He glanced down at his phone one last time. Still no reply from @topswimmer_2025. The collab was probably not happening anytime soon.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally stood up from the bench, towering over you in his black hoodie and grey sweatpants.
“Fine,” he said, though his tone was still hesitant. “Just food. Nothing more. And we keep it short, okay?”
Your face lit up instantly. A bright, genuine smile spread across your lips as you nodded quickly.
“Okay! There’s a nice café just around the corner. They have really good pasta and sandwiches.”
Mingi nodded quietly and started walking beside you. He kept a small but noticeable distance between the two of you, hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Even though he agreed, his guard was still up.
In his mind, this was a bad idea. You were too young. But for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to be harsh and walk away.
As the two of you walked toward the café, You stole glances at him every few steps, happy just to be in his company again.
Mingi had barely taken a few steps when you suddenly walked ahead of him, turning around to face him while walking backwards. A bright, playful smile lit up your face as you tried to keep the mood light.
“So… what’s your interest, Mingi?” you asked, tilting your head curiously. “Like, what do you like doing in your free time?”
You almost tripped over a small crack on the sidewalk but caught yourself with a small laugh, still looking at him expectantly. The late afternoon sunlight made your eyes sparkle with genuine interest. Even though he had set clear boundaries, you couldn’t help wanting to know more about him.
Mingi watched you with a mix of amusement and mild concern. Walking backwards while talking to someone wasn’t exactly the safest thing, especially when you looked this carefree.
“Careful,” he said, reaching out slightly as if ready to steady you. “You’re going to fall.”
He tucked his hands back into his hoodie pockets and thought for a moment before answering. He couldn’t exactly tell you the truth — that his free time often involved filming explicit content or recovering from long shoots.
“I like… quiet things,” he replied carefully. “Listening to music, playing video games, going to the gym. Nothing too crazy.”
He kept his answer simple and safe, glancing at you as you continued walking backwards in front of him. Your oversized t-shirt swayed with each step, and your youthful energy was impossible to ignore.
“What about you?” he asked, gently turning the question back to you. “First year in Seoul, what do you enjoy doing?”
Even though he was keeping the conversation going, his tone stayed neutral — friendly, but with clear emotional distance. In his head, he kept reminding himself, Just a kid. Don’t get too comfortable.
You smiled wider, happy that he was actually engaging.
Welcome to my ENHYPEN list — where delusion is free, sleep is optional, and screaming over 7 men is highly encouraged. Enjoy your time
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(양정원) Jungwon ▬
Dripping Into You — word count ( 6.6k ) ( 18+ MDNI ) : On a stormy evening after a group project, college student y/n finds herself soaked and stranded with her childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon.
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(심재윤) Jake ▬
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(이희승) Heeseung ▬
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(박성훈) Sunghoon ▬
_ Prove It to Me word count : 10.1k ( 18+ ) MDNI After days of watching Nabi get too close to her boyfriend Sunghoon during their film project, Y/N gives him the cold shoulder and silent treatment. Sunghoon is determined to prove — with his words, hands, and body — that she’s the only one he wants.
┊ ⤹ warning : sunghoon!bf x fem!reader, MDNI (18+), smut, jealous/possessive behavior, mild angst, make-up sex, dirty talk, creampie, oral sex (f & m receiving), slight power play/dynamics. forgiveness through intimacy! ˚
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cry for me : After days of watching Nabi get too close to her boyfriend Sunghoon during their film project, Y/N gives him the cold shoulder and silent treatment. Sunghoon is determined to prove — with his words, hands, and body — that she’s the only one he wants.﹒ ⁺ +
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It was a typical afternoon, the sun filtering through the cafeteria windows as everyone gathered for lunch after classes. You knew you weren’t in your happiest mood, and you weren’t even trying to hide it. Ever since Sunghoon had been paired with Nabi for their film project, a quiet frustration had settled in your chest. She was clingy and overly touchy the entire time they filmed—always laughing too loudly at his jokes, brushing against his arm, and hovering around him like she belonged there.
You and Sunghoon had been together since high school, but now that you were in college, things felt different. He was studying engineering while you were in a completely different program, which meant you didn’t share the same classes or circle. What you did hear about, though, were the constant stories from his friends about how Nabi always found excuses to be near him.
You sat at the usual table with your best friend Hana, Sophia, and a few of Sunghoon’s friends—Niki, Heeseung, Jay, and Jake. The others hadn’t shown up yet. You kept your eyes fixed on your food, eating in silence while the rest of the group chatted and laughed around you.
Sunghoon, clearly trying to bridge the gap, slid your favorite dish toward you—Korean fried chicken in barbecue flavor. He even held out a pair of chopsticks, hovering them hopefully near your plate. You didn’t even glance at him. Instead, you gently pushed the container away, your appetite completely gone.
Hana, noticing how unusually quiet you’d been the entire lunch, tried to lighten the mood. “y/n… you’ve been really quiet today. Everything okay?”
Before you could answer, the boys started chiming in with playful teasing aimed at Sunghoon.
“Bro, you better step up your game,” Niki grinned, nudging him.
“Yeah, Sunghoon-ah, fix this before it gets worse,” Jay added with a smirk.
Sunghoon didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he reached under the table and playfully nudged your leg with his foot, trying to get your attention. Once. Twice. A silent plea. But you still refused to look at him, keeping your gaze stubbornly on your barely touched meal. The tension between you two was thick enough that even the others could feel it, though they tried to mask it with lighthearted teasing.
You didn’t say a single word the entire meal. You ate mechanically, pushing food around your plate and taking small bites that tasted like nothing. Your silence was loud, and you made no effort to hide how you were deliberately ignoring Sunghoon. He tried to catch your eye multiple times, but you kept your gaze fixed downward.
His friends kept teasing him, though their jabs were laced with subtle encouragement to help him out.
“Damn, Sunghoon, you’re really in the doghouse today,” Jake chuckled.
“Better start groveling soon, hyung,” Niki added with a grin.
Heeseung just shook his head, smirking. “Fix it, man. We’re tired of this awkwardness already.”
Meanwhile, Hana and Sophia did their best to keep the mood light, cracking jokes and steering the conversation to safer topics—upcoming exams, the latest campus drama, anything to ease the thick tension hanging over the table. But no matter how hard everyone tried, the atmosphere between you and Sunghoon remained heavy.
After lunch, exhaustion weighed on you, but you still walked home together to the shared apartment you’d been renting since the start of the semester. The walk was quiet. Sunghoon kept glancing at you, clearly wanting to explain, but you maintained your pace without giving him an opening.
The moment you reached the door, you slipped inside first. Before he could even get a word out, you let the door swing shut behind you—almost closing it in his face. He managed to catch it just in time and stepped in after you.
You dropped your backpack on the floor near the entrance, not bothering to hang it properly. Without a glance back, you headed straight for the shared closet in the bedroom to change out of your day clothes.
You headed straight to the bathroom and closed the door behind you with a soft click, shutting Sunghoon out without a word. A few minutes later, you emerged after a quick shower, now dressed in one of your oversized t-shirts and comfortable shorts. Your hair was still slightly damp, and the familiar scent of your body wash lingered in the air.
Without sparing him a glance, you walked past him and climbed straight into bed. You clung to your side of the mattress, turning your back to him completely. You pulled the blanket over your shoulder, curling up as if trying to make yourself clear that you wanted nothing to do with him right now.
He watched as you climbed into bed and turned your back to him without a word. His chest tightened. He knew he’d messed up by not setting clearer boundaries with Nabi during the project.
He let out a soft sigh and walked over to the bed. The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge, close to your curled-up figure. For a moment, he just stared at your back, debating what to say.
“Y/N…” His voice was low and gentle, laced with guilt. “Baby, come on. Talk to me. I know you’re upset about Nabi, and I get it. She’s been too much lately, but nothing happened. I swear. I’ve been trying to keep my distance, but the project is almost done. Just a couple more days.”
He reached out hesitantly, his fingers lightly brushing your shoulder over the blanket. When you didn’t flinch or pull away, he continued, voice softer this time.
“I brought your favorite chicken earlier because I hate seeing you like this. I miss you. I miss us laughing together instead of… this.” He paused, waiting for any reaction. “Please don’t shut me out. Yell at me if you want, just don’t stay quiet like this.”
You stayed completely silent. Your eyes were open, staring at the wall in the dim room, but you didn’t turn around. You didn’t move. You weren’t asleep—your breathing was too steady and controlled for that—but you refused to give him even a single word. The hurt and exhaustion from the day kept your lips sealed tight.
Sunghoon stayed there for a long moment, his hand still resting lightly on your shoulder. He kept talking softly, pouring out quiet apologies and explanations, hoping to crack through the wall you’d built.
You always melted under Sunghoon’s touch. Even now, with his warm palm resting on your shoulder through the blanket, your stomach fluttered in that familiar, traitorous way you’d been secretly craving for days. The gentle pressure of his fingers, the way his thumb unconsciously traced small circles—it sent a shiver down your spine that you fought hard to ignore. You wanted to lean into it. You wanted to turn around, bury your face in his chest, and let him pull you close like he always did after a fight.
But you weren’t going to let him win that easily. Not today. The jealousy still burned hot in your chest, even though you knew you were being childish about it. He had let Nabi hover all over him for that stupid project. He hadn’t shut it down. And now here you were, pretending his touch wasn’t affecting you at all.
You stayed curled up, back rigid, staring at the wall.
Sunghoon’s voice dropped even lower, coaxing. “Baby… please. I hate this. I hate when you go quiet on me.”
Your throat tightened. For a second, you almost gave in. Almost.
Instead, you swallowed hard and whispered, voice cold and edged with hurt, “Go to Nabi… she probably needs you right now.”
The words hung in the air like frost. You felt him freeze behind you, his hand going still on your shoulder. The mattress shifted slightly as he leaned closer, but you refused to turn around.
“Y/N…” He sounded stunned, almost wounded. “Don’t say that.”
You bit the inside of your cheek, eyes stinging. Part of you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth, but the jealous, stubborn part of you held firm. You pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders, creating a bigger barrier between you.
Sunghoon let out a shaky breath. His hand finally slipped away, but only so he could shift fully onto the bed, lying down behind you. He didn’t touch you again right away—he knew better—but you could feel the heat of his body close, his breath brushing the back of your neck.
“I don’t want Nabi,” he said quietly, voice rough with frustration and sincerity. “I never did. She’s just a project partner, and yeah… I should’ve told her to back off sooner. That’s on me. But you’re the only one I want to come home to. You’re the only one whose silence is killing me right now.”
He hesitated, then carefully draped an arm over your waist on top of the blanket, not pulling you in, just… resting it there. A silent offer.
“I’m right here, baby. Not her. Never her.”
Your heart hammered in your chest, the flutter in your stomach growing stronger despite how hard you tried to stay mad. You knew he meant it. You could hear it in his voice. But the hurt was still too fresh, the image of Nabi laughing and clinging to him too vivid.
You didn’t push his arm away. But you also didn’t turn around. Not yet.
You stayed silent for a few more heartbeats, his arm still resting gently over your waist like a quiet promise. The warmth of him so close was making it harder to hold onto your anger, but the jealousy wouldn’t let go.
“But you still let her touch you…” you finally muttered, voice defensive and laced with hurt. Your eyes rolled in annoyance at the memory of everything his friends had casually mentioned—how Nabi was always finding excuses to brush against him, laugh too loudly at his jokes, cling like she had every right to. You made sure he couldn’t see your face, keeping your back firmly turned.
Sunghoon’s arm tightened slightly over the blanket, and you felt him shift closer, his chest now lightly pressed against your back.
“Y/N…” He exhaled slowly, the guilt heavy in his tone. “I know. I didn’t shut it down fast enough, and that’s my fault. I thought ignoring it would make it go away without causing drama in the group project, but I was wrong. I should’ve told her straight up that I have a girlfriend—that I’m yours.”
His voice dropped softer, almost pleading as his fingers curled gently against the blanket. “She doesn’t matter to me. Not like that. Not even a little. I hate that it made you feel this way… I hate that I made you feel this way.”
You could hear the sincerity in every word, but the stubborn part of you still clung to the frustration. Your stomach kept fluttering from his closeness, traitorously warm, yet you refused to turn around or soften completely.
He stayed there, breathing against the back of your neck, waiting. he whispered, “Talk to me, baby. Yell, cry, whatever you need… just don’t keep pushing me away like this. I miss my girl.”
You stayed stubbornly curled up, refusing to let the warmth of his body. Even though every part of you was screaming to turn around and melt into him—you wanted his arms around you so badly it ached—you weren’t going to be needy. Not right now. You weren’t going to fall for it that easily.
“No, you don’t…” you said, voice small but stubborn, still laced with that defensive edge, eyes fixed on the wall as you forced the conversation back to her. “If you really hated it, you wouldn’t have let her touch you like that for days. She was practically all over you, Sunghoon. And you just… let it happen.”
Sunghoon let out a low, frustrated breath against your neck, his arm tightening just a fraction more around your waist on top of the blanket.
“Baby…” His voice was rough, a mix of guilt and growing impatience. “I didn’t let her. I was trying to stay professional and finish the damn project without making things weird for the whole group. But yeah, I should’ve shut it down sooner. That’s on me. I own that.”
He shifted even closer, his chest now fully pressed against your back, the heat of him seeping through the blanket and your oversized t-shirt. His hand slowly rubbed soothing circles over your side, gentle but persistent, like he knew exactly how much his touch affected you.
“I don’t want her touching me. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.” His lips brushed lightly against your shoulder, voice dropping into that low, coaxing tone that always made your resolve crack. “Stop bringing her up like she’s between us. She’s not. You’re the one I come home to. You’re the one I’m crazy about, even when you’re mad and trying to push me away.”
He paused, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your neck, right where your damp hair met your skin.
“Please, Y/N… turn around. Let me see you. Or at least yell at me properly instead of this quiet stubbornness. I can’t stand not being able to hold my girl.”
You stayed stubbornly curled up, refusing to turn around even as his kisses and gentle touches made your skin tingle and your heart race. You weren’t going to make this easy for him. Not after days of watching Nabi act like she had a claim on him.
“I won’t,” you muttered, voice muffled against the pillow but still sharp with defiance. “You have to deal with it… but you have to prove to me you’re really sorry about it.”
you knew you were being difficult, but the jealousy had you in its grip. You wanted him to fight for it. You wanted to feel like you mattered more than that stupid project and Nabi’s wandering hands.
Sunghoon went quiet for a second, processing your words. Then you felt him shift fully behind you, the mattress dipping as he pressed his body closer, spooning you properly now even through the blanket. His arm wrapped more securely around your waist, pulling you back against his chest.
“Prove it?” he echoed softly, his breath warm against your ear. There was a hint of a smirk in his voice, but it was mostly raw sincerity and quiet determination. “Okay, baby. I’ll prove it.”
His hand slid slowly up your side, over the blanket at first, then slipping underneath to rest on your hip, fingers tracing lazy, soothing patterns against the bare skin where your oversized t-shirt had ridden up. The touch was warm, and dangerously effective at making your stomach flutter even harder.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, pressing another soft kiss to the nape of your neck, then another just below your ear. “I’m really fucking sorry for not setting boundaries sooner. For letting her think she could get that close. It won’t happen again—I’ll make sure of it.”
He nuzzled closer, his lips brushing your skin with every word. “Tell me what you need, Y/N. Want me to skip the rest of the project sessions? I’ll tell the professor I need to switch partners or finish my parts remotely. Want me to block her number right now? Done. Want me to stay right here and hold you until you believe me?”
His fingers kept moving in those slow circles, slipping further under your shirt to caress your stomach, pulling you tighter against him. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your back, his body heat wrapping around you like a blanket you didn’t want to admit you craved.
“I’m yours, baby. Only yours. Let me show you how sorry I am… please?” His voice dropped lower, almost husky now, as he placed a lingering kiss on your shoulder. “Turn around and look at me, or tell me exactly how you want me to prove it. I’m not going anywhere until you feel better.”
You stayed stubbornly in place, back turned to him, even as his body heat and those slow, teasing touches made it nearly impossible to think straight. Your heart was racing, and that familiar flutter in your stomach had turned into full-on butterflies, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing you soften.
“Just prove it…” you mumbled, voice still edged with defiance. “You don’t have to block her… or cancel the project. I’m not turning.”
You weren’t going to make this easy. You wanted him to work for it — to feel how much his lack of boundaries had hurt — even while every inch of you ached to melt back into him.
Sunghoon let out a soft, almost amused breath against your neck, but there was no mockery in it — only quiet determination mixed with affection. “Alright,” he whispered, his voice low and warm. “No blocking. No canceling. Just me proving it to you… right here.”
His hand, already under your shirt and resting on your stomach, slowly slid higher, fingers tracing feather-light patterns across your skin. He pulled you closer until there was no space left between your bodies, his chest flush against your back, legs tangling lightly with yours under the blanket.
“I hate that I made you doubt me,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear with every word. “I should’ve told Nabi days ago that I’m taken. That I have the most amazing girlfriend waiting for me at home.” He pressed a slow, deliberate kiss just behind your ear, then another lower on your neck, lingering there as his hand continued its gentle exploration under your shirt.
His touch grew a little bolder — fingertips grazing the underside of your breast before smoothing back down to your waist, pulling your hips back against his. the way his body responded to having you this close.
“Feel that?” he whispered, voice dropping huskier. “This is what you do to me, baby. Only you. Not her. Never her.” He rolled his hips forward just slightly, letting you feel exactly how much he meant it, while his lips trailed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck.
He kept you wrapped up in him, one arm securely around your waist, the other hand sliding down to caress your thigh under the hem of your shorts. “I’m right here. All yours. Tell me what you need to believe it... I’ll keep proving it until you can’t stay mad anymore.”
Sunghoon didn’t push you to turn around. Instead, he stayed spooned tightly behind you, showering you with slow, patient touches and kisses, his body language screaming apology and want at the same time.
You shook your head slightly against the pillow, stubbornness still winning even as your body betrayed you with another wave of warmth.
“I’m not turning…” you whispered, voice quieter this time but just as firm.
Deep down, you knew he hadn’t really proven anything yet — not enough to quiet the jealousy still simmering in your chest. Words and soft touches were nice, but you wanted to feel how sorry he was. You wanted him to earn it.
Sunghoon didn’t pull away. If anything, your refusal only made him more determined. A low, breathy chuckle escaped him, warm against the back of your neck.
“Still not turning, huh?” he murmurs, the hint of a smile in his voice. “Fine. I’ll just have to prove it like this then.”
His hand under your shirt grew bolder, sliding up to cup your breast fully, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, deliberate circles that made your breath hitch. At the same time, he pressed his hips closer, letting you feel him hardening against your ass as he rolled them in a slow, teasing grind.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispered right against your ear, voice thick with want. “Sorry for every time Nabi touched me. Sorry I didn’t stop it sooner. Sorry I made you feel like you had anything to worry about.”
He kissed down the side of your neck, open-mouthed and lingering, while his fingers continued their teasing — pinching lightly, then soothing with gentle strokes. His other hand slipped lower, sliding under the waistband of your shorts and panties, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before moving higher.
“You feel that?” he breathed, grinding against you again, slower and more intentional this time. “That’s all for you. Only you. No one else gets me like this.”
He nipped gently at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue, his fingers finally brushing between your legs, teasing lightly over your folds without giving you everything just yet.
“I’ll keep proving it as long as you want,” he continued, voice dropping even lower. “Gonna make you feel so good you forget her name. Gonna remind you exactly who you belong to… and who belongs to you.”
You involuntarily whimpered, the soft, quick sound slipping out before you could stop it the moment his fingers brushed more deliberately between your legs. Your body reacted instantly — hips twitching back against him, a shiver running down your spine — even as you tried so hard not to give in.
You clenched your jaw, still refusing to turn around, still clinging to that last thread of stubbornness. He hasn’t proven it enough yet, you told yourself, even while your breathing grew uneven and heat pooled low in your belly.
Sunghoon noticed immediately. A low, satisfied hum vibrated against your neck as he smiled into your skin.
“There it is…” he whispered, voice dark and husky with desire. “That little sound you make when you’re trying so hard to stay mad at me.”
His fingers didn’t stop. He stroked you slowly, teasingly, parting your folds and circling your clit with just enough pressure to make your thighs tremble. At the same time, he kept grinding against your ass in steady, deliberate rolls, letting you feel how hard he was for you.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he breathed right against your ear, nipping at the lobe before soothing it with his tongue. “Sorry for letting her get too close. Sorry for not making it crystal clear that I’m completely, stupidly in love with you.”
He pushed one finger inside you, curling it just right while his thumb kept working your clit. His other hand stayed on your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple in time with his movements.
“You feel how wet you are already?” he murmured, voice thick. “This is mine. This reaction… only I can pull this out of you. Not her. Never her.”
He added a second finger, thrusting them deeper, slower, dragging against that spot that always made you weak. His hips kept moving, pressing his hardness against you with more urgency now, the friction driving you both crazy.
“Still not turning around?” he teased softly, though his voice was strained with need. He kissed along your neck and shoulder, sucking lightly on your skin as his fingers worked you open. “That’s okay… I’ll keep proving it like this until you can’t hold back anymore. Until the only name on your lips is mine.”
You moaned softly, the sounds slipping out breathy and uncontrolled — “Ah… ah…” — even as you tried to bite them back. Your body betrayed you completely, leaning back into Sunghoon’s warmth despite your stubborn mind still refusing to turn around. The heat of him pressed against you felt too good, and without thinking, your legs shifted, wanting to spread wider for his hand, craving more of his touch.
Sunghoon groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your back as he felt you responding.
“Fuck, baby… that sound,” he whispered hotly against your ear.
His fingers moved with more purpose now, thrusting deeper into you while his thumb circled your clit faster, slick sounds filling the quiet room. He felt the way your thighs parted slightly for him and took full advantage, hooking one of his legs over yours to hold you open as he pressed even closer.
“You’re still not turning around,” he murmured, a mix of amusement, “but your body’s telling me everything I need to know.” He curled his fingers perfectly inside you, stroking that sensitive spot over and over while grinding his hard length against your ass in time with his movements.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he continued, lips trailing wet kisses down your neck and shoulder, sucking lightly to leave faint marks. “Sorry for making you jealous. Sorry for not showing you sooner how much you own me.” His free hand slid back under your shirt, cupping and squeezing your breast, pinching your nipple just hard enough to make you whimper again.
“Feel how wet you are for me? How your body’s opening up even when you’re trying to stay mad?” He nipped at your earlobe, breathing heavily. “That’s my girl. Let me prove it… let me make you feel so good you forget everything except us.”
Your moans grew a little louder despite yourself, your back arching into his chest as pleasure started to cloud your stubbornness. Your legs trembled, spreading just a bit more, silently begging for everything he was giving.
Sunghoon’s breath was ragged now, his hardness pressing insistently against you through his clothes.
“Still not turning, baby?” he teased breathlessly, though his voice was thick with need. “That’s fine… I’ll stay right here and keep proving it until you’re shaking and moaning my name.”
You moaned breathily, the words tumbling out in a needy, broken whisper as pleasure overtook your stubbornness. “Baby… ah… ah… fuck… hmm, faster…”
Your body arched back against him even more, legs spreading wider without you meaning to, hips rolling back to meet his fingers. You still refused to turn around, face buried in the pillow, but your body was fully surrendering — chasing his touch, silently begging for more.
Sunghoon’s breath hitched, a deep, satisfied groan escaping him at your words.
“Fuck, that’s my girl,” he rasped against your neck, voice thick with lust. “You want it faster? I’ll give you faster, baby.”
He immediately obeyed, thrusting his fingers deeper and quicker inside you, curling them with every stroke to hit that perfect spot while his thumb rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit. The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers moving filled the room as he pumped harder, giving you exactly what you asked for.
“That’s it… let go for me,” he murmurs hotly, lips sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck. “I’m so fucking sorry for making you doubt me. Sorry for every second Nabi was near me. This is all yours — my hands, my body, my everything. Only you get me like this.”
He ground his hips against your ass in rhythm with his fingers, his hard cock pressing insistently through his pants, teasing you with what was coming. His other hand stayed on your breast, squeezing and tugging at your nipple in time with the faster pace between your legs.
“You sound so pretty moaning for me even when you’re mad,” he whispered, nipping at your shoulder. “Keep saying my name, baby. Keep telling me what you need. I’ll prove it all night if I have to — gonna make you cum until the only thing you remember is how much I love you.”
His fingers moved even faster, deeper, relentless and precise, driving you higher with every thrust. Your moans grew louder, your body trembling against his as the pleasure built rapidly. He kept you locked in his arms from behind, spooning you tightly, determined to melt every last bit of your jealousy away.
You moaned desperately, the sounds breaking apart as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside you. “Mm… i- i ha— ahh—!”
Your body finally betrayed you completely. Even though you’d sworn you wouldn’t, you turned your head just enough to glance back at him over your shoulder, eyes glassy and half-lidded with overwhelming need. “Baby… baby…” you whimpered brokenly, the words spilling out like a plea.
Your hand shot down, fingers wrapping tightly around his wrist, holding him right there as your orgasm crashed over you hard. Your whole body trembled violently against his, thighs shaking, walls clenching around his fingers while your hips jerked back into his hand. A loud, shaky moan tore from your throat as waves of pleasure flooded you, leaving you gasping and trembling uncontrollably in his arms.
Sunghoon groaned deeply at the sight of you finally looking at him, even if just a little. His dark eyes locked onto yours.
“Fuck, baby… that’s it. Come for me,” he rasped, voice hoarse and full of awe. He kept his fingers moving through your orgasm, slower now but deep and steady, drawing it out as long as possible while you trembled and clenched around him. “So pretty when you fall apart like this….”
He leaned in, pressing his forehead against the side of your head, lips brushing your cheek and temple as he whispered hotly, “I’ve got you. I’m right here. I’m so sorry, Y/N… I love you so much. Only you.”
His free hand stroked soothingly over your stomach and hip, holding you close through the aftershocks while his other hand stayed buried between your legs, gently petting you as you came down. Your grip on his wrist was still tight, and he made no move to pull away — content to let you anchor yourself to him.
Even as your breathing slowly evened out, your body still twitched with little tremors, and Sunghoon kept you wrapped securely in his arms from behind, pressing soft, apologetic kisses along your neck and shoulder.
“You still mad at me, baby?” he murmured tenderly against your skin, a hint of a smile in his voice. "do I need to keep proving it?” his fingers continued their gentle, soothing touches.
You whimpered softly, still trembling in the aftershocks as you looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes glossy and cheeks flushed. “Ah… don’t… don’t move… ah…”
Your voice was shaky and needy, barely above a whisper. You hated how easily you became like this with him — so desperate, so weak for his touch even when you’d been determined to stay mad. But right now, with his fingers still buried inside you and your body pulsing around them, you couldn’t bear the thought of him pulling away.
You nodded slightly, eyes locked with his in that half-turned position, silently telling him to stay exactly where he was.
Sunghoon’s gaze darkened with fresh hunger as he watched you, but his expression stayed soft and full of love. “I won’t move, baby,” he murmurs gently.
He kept his fingers deep inside you, perfectly still now, letting you clench and flutter around them as you recovered. His thumb rested lightly against your clit, not rubbing, just warm pressure. His other arm wrapped tighter around your waist, holding you securely against his chest while he pressed slow, tender kisses along your jaw and the corner of your lips — the closest he could get without you fully turning.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered against your skin, breath hot. “All needy and whimpering for me… even after trying so hard to stay mad.” There was no teasing in his tone, only raw affection and lingering guilt. “I hate that I made you feel insecure. I’m right here, Y/N. Not going anywhere.”
He stayed spooned tightly behind you, body heat enveloping you completely. His hard cock was still pressed firmly against your ass, twitching with need, but he didn’t grind or rush — just held you through the sensitivity, letting you adjust while his fingers remained buried inside your warmth.
Your breathing was still ragged, body twitching occasionally with little aftershocks. You hated how much you craved him right now, how your hips kept making tiny, involuntary movements against his hand, but you couldn’t stop it. And Sunghoon noticed every single one.
“Take your time, baby,” he cooed softly, nuzzling into the back of your neck. “I’ll stay just like this until you’re ready. But when you are…” His voice dropped lower, lips brushing your ear, “I’m gonna prove it even better. Gonna fuck all that jealousy out of you until the only thing you feel is me.”
He kissed your shoulder again, patient and loving, waiting for you to recover while keeping you full and close, his fingers unmoving exactly as you asked.
You turned your head away again, burying your face back into the pillow and giving him your back once more as you tried to catch your breath. Your body was still trembling slightly, sensitive and buzzing from the orgasm, but you couldn’t stop the words from spilling, frustrated whisper.
“I… I hate you when you make me needy for you,” you mumbled, voice muffled and breathless. “I- I want you, baby…”
Even as you said it, the contradiction hung in the air — still stubbornly facing away, still trying to hold onto some sliver of control, but your body and words were clearly craving more.
Sunghoon let out a low, rough groan at your confession, his fingers still buried deep inside you, unmoving just like you’d asked. He pressed his forehead against the back of your head, breathing you in as his arm tightened around your waist.
He slowly started moving his fingers again — gentle, shallow thrusts at first, letting you adjust after your climax. His thumb brushed lightly over your still-sensitive clit, drawing a fresh whimper from you.
“I know you’re still mad,” he whispered hotly against your neck, lips trailing kisses along your skin. “And I deserve it. But hearing you say you want me like this… it drives me crazy.”
He carefully slid his fingers out of you, only so he could tug your shorts and panties down your thighs in one smooth motion. You felt him shifting behind you, the rustle of fabric as he pushed his own pants and boxers down just enough to free himself. His hard cock pressed bare and hot against your ass, sliding between your thighs teasingly.
“Tell me how you want it, baby,” he murmurs, he lined himself up, the tip brushing against your slick entrance. One arm wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close from behind, while his other hand gripped your hip. “You don’t have to turn around… just say it. Want me to fuck you like this? Slow and deep so you feel every inch of how sorry I am?”
He rocked his hips forward just enough to nudge inside you a little, teasing, waiting for your answer while his lips kept pressing soft, apologetic kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck.
“I love you, y/n So fucking much. Let me prove it… let me take care of my needy girl.”
Your breathing was still uneven, heart racing as you stayed curled away from him — stubborn on the outside, but aching for him on the inside.
You slowly glanced back at him over your shoulder again, eyes still hazy and cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and desire. “I- I want it, baby…” you whispered shakily, voice barely holding together.
Even as the words left your mouth, you stubbornly continued, mumbling under your breath, “I- I’m not needy…”
The denial sounded weak even to your own ears — especially with your body still trembling from the aftershocks, your hips subtly pushing back against him, and the way you were clenching around nothing now that his fingers were gone.
Sunghoon’s eyes met yours, dark and intense, a soft smirk tugging at his lips despite the heavy lust in his gaze. “Not needy, huh?” he teased gently “Baby, you’re dripping down my cock and still trying to deny it… so fucking cute.”
He didn’t wait any longer. Keeping his eyes locked on yours in that half-turned position, he slowly pushed inside you from behind, inch by inch, stretching you open with a deep groan. “Fuck… so tight and wet for me,” he breathed, one hand gripping your hip tightly while the other stayed wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.
Once he was fully buried inside you, he stilled for a moment, letting you feel every thick inch of him. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your cheek and jaw in soft, desperate kisses.
“I know you’re still mad at me,” he whispered hotly against your skin, starting to move in slow, deep thrusts. “But you want this… you want me. And I’m gonna give it to you, baby. Gonna fuck you so good you forget all about Nabi.”
His pace stayed deliberate at first — long, dragging strokes that made your breath hitch every time he bottomed out. He kept you spooned tightly against him, never letting you pull away, his body completely wrapped around yours from behind. Every thrust was accompanied by soft, sincere apologies murmurs against your neck.
“I’m sorry… so sorry, Y/N…” Thrust. “Only you. Always you.” Thrust. “I love you so much, baby.”
Even as you tried to deny your neediness, your body was honest — pushing back to meet his thrusts, soft whimpers and moans escaping despite yourself. Sunghoon noticed everything, his hand sliding down to rub slow circles on your clit again, intensifying the pleasure while he kept fucking you deep and steady.
“Look at me a little longer, baby,” he coaxed huskily, eyes never leaving your face even as you tried to hide it again. “Let me see how much you want this… how much you need me too.”
You glanced back at him again, lips parted as soft, desperate sounds escaped you. Your eyes were half-lidded, almost closing from the overwhelming pleasure, while your hand gripped the pillow tightly in front of you. “Ahh… baby…” you moaned louder, the sound breaking apart as his deep thrusts continued.
Your other hand instinctively reached down, wrapping around his wrist where his fingers were rubbing tight circles on your clit. “Baby… baby… ah—!”
It felt like too much. He was pushing you with too many sensations at once — his thick cock stretching and filling you with every slow, powerful thrust from behind, his fingers working your clit, his body completely wrapped around yours, hot and unrelenting. Your thighs trembled, breath coming in short, broken gasps as pleasure bordered on overwhelming.
Sunghoon groaned deeply, the sound raw and needy against the back of your neck. He didn’t stop, but he slowed his thrusts just a fraction, making them longer and deeper, grinding against that spot inside you with every roll of his hips.
“Fuck, y/m… you’re so tight around me,” he rasped, voice strained with pleasure. His eyes stayed locked on your face even in that half-turned position, drinking in every expression you made. “Look at you… trying so hard to stay mad but falling apart on my cock like this.”
He kept his wrist steady under your grip, but his fingers never stopped their delicious torture on your clit, rubbing in perfect sync with his thrusts. His free arm tightened around your waist, pulling you back harder against him so there was no space left between your bodies.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered hotly, lips brushing your ear. “Let it be too much. I want you to feel all of it. Feel how sorry I am… how much I need you.” He kissed the side of your face desperately, nipping at your jaw. “You’re not needy, remember? You’re just mine.”
Even as he teased you gently, his pace started to pick up again — deeper, a little faster, the wet slap of skin against skin mixing with your moans. He kept you anchored, spooned tightly from behind, overwhelming you with sensation while murmuring soft apologies and praises between thrusts.
“You feel so good… so perfect. Come on, baby. Moan louder for me. Let me hear how much you want this.”
You moaned louder, the sounds spilling out uncontrollably as pleasure overwhelmed. “Sunghoon… ah… ah… baby—”
Your hand kept moving restlessly over his wrist, trying to push his fingers away from your clit one second, only to pull them back harder the next — torn between it being too much and never wanting it to stop. Every circle of his thumb sent sparks shooting through you, making your moans grow even louder and more broken. “Ah… ahh—!”
You turned your face away again, burying it into the pillow, but this time you leaned fully back against his chest, pressing your back flush to him. Your body sought his heat, arching into every deep thrust while your hips rolled back to meet him.
Sunghoon groaned loudly against your neck, the sound rough and desperate as he felt you leaning into him like that.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed hotly against your ear, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Moaning my name like that even when you’re trying to stay mad at me… I love it. I love you.”
He nipped at your shoulder, then soothed it with wet kisses, his hips snapping forward a little harder now, the angle perfect with you pressed back against him. His free hand slid up to cup your breast again, squeezing and playing with your nipple as he kept you pinned to his chest.
“Too much?” he teased breathlessly, though his voice was full of affection. “You keep pushing my hand away but pulling it right back… so needy for me, baby. My pretty girl.”
He ground into you slowly for a moment, letting you feel him deep inside, before picking up the pace again — faster, deeper, more insistent. The wet sounds of your bodies moving together filled the room along with your loud moans.
“Sunghoon…?” he repeated softly, almost like a plea, lips right against your ear. “Say it again. Let me hear how much you want me.”
His fingers on your clit sped up, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once more while he held you tightly against his chest, refusing to let even an inch of space come between you.
You moaned his name breathily, voice breaking with every thrust. “Sunghoon… baby…”
You could barely keep up anymore. The overwhelming sensations had taken over completely — his thick cock stretching you so perfectly with every deep stroke from behind, his chest pressed flush against your back, his arm locked around your waist holding you in place. You were too focused on the pleasure, mind hazy and body trembling uncontrollably.
“Ah—!”
Your hand moved again, instinctively pulling his wrist away from your overly sensitive clit as the pressure became too intense. “Baby… baby..!” you whimpered desperately, squirming and writhing against him as another powerful orgasm crashed over you hard.
Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your body shook violently in his arms, hips jerking and squirming as you came, a loud, broken moan tearing from your throat. You pressed your back harder against his chest, face buried in the pillow, thighs trembling and toes curling while you rode out the intense high.
Sunghoon groaned deeply, the sound guttural and raw as he felt you falling apart around him. He kept thrusting through your orgasm — slower now, grinding against that spot inside you to prolong it — but he moved his hand away from your clit the moment you pulled it, sliding it up to your stomach instead, holding you securely.
“Fuck, baby… that’s it. Come so hard for me,” he rasped against your ear, voice strained with his own need. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight… so good.”
He held you tightly through every tremble and squirm, lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your neck and shoulder. One hand stayed firm on your waist, the other gently stroking your stomach and side, soothing you even as he continued slow, deep thrusts inside your pulsing heat.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered tenderly, breath ragged. “I’m so sorry for everything, y/n. I’m right here… only for you. Feel how much I need you?”
Even as you came down from the intense climax, still squirming and whimpering softly, Sunghoon stayed buried deep inside you, holding you close against his chest. He didn’t pull out, just rocked gently, letting you feel every inch of him while you recovered.
You let out a soft, breathless “Hm…” as you tried to catch your breath, your body still rocking with his slow, deep thrusts. The pleasure hadn’t let up even after your orgasm, and the way he kept moving inside you made it almost impossible to think straight.
“I- I forgive you, baby…” you whimpered, voice shaky and broken between moans. “I forgive… ahh… don’t— don’t ever do that again…”
The words came out vulnerable and needy, your back still pressed firmly against his chest, face half-buried in the pillow even as you finally gave in. Your body trembled with every thrust, still sensitive and fluttering around him, but the jealousy that had been weighing on you finally started to crack and melt away.
Sunghoon’s breath hitched sharply at your words. A low, relieved groan escaped him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, holding you even tighter against his chest.
“Fuck… thank you, baby,” he whispered hoarsely, voice thick with emotion and lust. “I won’t. I swear I won’t ever do that again. Never letting anyone get close like that. Only you. Always you.”
His thrusts stayed deep and steady, but they grew more purposeful now — slower, more intimate, like he was pouring every ounce of apology and love into each roll of his hips. One arm stayed locked around your waist, the other hand gently stroking your stomach and side as he kept you flush against him.
“You’re mine,” he murmured hotly against your ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “And I’m yours. I’m so fucking sorry for hurting you, y/n.”
He angled his hips slightly, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, drawing more soft, broken moans from you. Even though you were forgiving him, he didn’t stop moving — he kept making love to you from behind, savoring the way you clenched around him.
“I love you so much, baby,” he breathed, voice rough. “Gonna spend the rest of the night reminding you… gonna make you feel so good you never doubt me again.”
His hand slid down to gently rub your clit again, lighter this time, careful with your sensitivity while he continued thrusting. He nipped softly at your shoulder, then soothed it with his tongue, completely wrapped around you — body, heart, and all.
You moaned breathlessly, still pressed back against his chest, body rocking with every deep thrust as you tried to speak through the pleasure. “Ah… you… you only want me, right..? Ah…”
the question came out needy and vulnerable, your voice trembling as another wave of sensation hit you.
Sunghoon groaned deeply, the sound vibrating against your back.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he rasped hotly against your ear, voice thick with lust and raw honesty. “Only you. I only want you. No one else gets this cock… no one else makes me this fucking hard. Just you, y/n. Only my pretty, stubborn, perfect girl.”
“Look at how perfectly you take me… so wet and tight, squeezing me like you never want me to leave.” He nipped at your earlobe, breath ragged. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you. Your moans, your body, the way you get jealous and then melt for me like this… it drives me crazy. No one else will ever compare. Nabi? She’s nothing. She doesn’t even exist when you’re in my arms.”
His hand slid lower, fingers finding your clit again and rubbing slow, teasing circles. “This pussy is mine. This heart is mine. I’m yours completely, baby. Gonna fuck you slow and deep until you believe it… until the only name you can moan is mine.”
He thrust a little harder, burying himself to the hilt and staying there for a moment, letting you feel him throb inside you. “Feel that? That’s how much I want you. How sorry I am for ever making you doubt it. I love you so fucking much… I’d rather die than lose this. Than lose you.”
Sunghoon’s voice dropped even lower, husky and sweet as he kissed the side of your face. “My needy little baby… so wet and desperate even after cumming twice. But you’re not needy, right?” He chuckled softly, the sound affectionate. “You’re just mine. And I’m gonna keep reminding this tight little pussy who it belongs to until you’re shaking and screaming my name.”
He picked up the pace just slightly — deeper, more possessive thrusts — while holding you flush against his chest, completely wrapped around you from behind. His words kept pouring out, dirty and sweet all at once, filling your ears as he made love to you.
“Tell me again, baby… tell me what you need. I’ll give you everything.”
You kept moaning and whimpering, voice shaky and broken as pleasure clouded your mind. “You… baby, you…” The words barely formed between gasps, your body rocking back against him desperately. Then, in a needy, trembling whisper, you begged, “Please… please… cum inside me…”
Sunghoon’s breath stuttered against your neck, a deep, guttural groan ripping from his chest at your words. His arm tightened almost possessively around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as he fucked you deeper.
“Fuck, baby… you want me to fill you up?” he rasped, voice wrecked with lust. “You want my cum deep inside this pretty pussy?"
“Only you, Y/N,” he groaned hotly against your ear, mixing filthy promises with sweet devotion. “Only you get my cum. Only you get me like this—raw, messy, completely yours. I’m gonna pump you so full you’ll still feel me leaking out of you tomorrow… reminding you who you belong to.”
His fingers on your clit moved faster, rubbing tight, slick circles as his cock throbbed inside you. He kissed and sucked along your neck, leaving faint marks as he chased his own release.
“You’re so fucking perfect when you beg like this,” he whispered, voice rough and loving. “My jealous little baby… melting and whimpering for me to breed you. I love you so much. I’m sorry for everything… and I’m gonna prove it by filling you up just how you want.”
His thrusts became erratic, deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over as he felt himself getting closer. He held you tight, one hand gripping your hip, the other still working your clit, completely wrapped around you.
“Gonna cum, baby— fuck, I’m so close,” he moaned against your skin. “Cum with me. Let me feel you squeezing my cock while I fill you up… please, Y/N.”
You moaned and whimpered helplessly, body shaking as his thrusts grew frantic and deep. “You… baby, you—” The words dissolved into broken cries as another orgasm slammed into you, even harder than the last. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, pulsing and fluttering as pleasure ripped through every nerve.
Sunghoon groaned loudly, burying his face in your neck. “Fuck— baby, I’m cumming—!”
With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you and came hard, spilling thick, warm ropes of cum deep into you just like you’d begged. His hips jerked against your ass as he filled you up, groaning your name against your skin while his arm held you possessively tight against his chest. The feeling of him pulsing and releasing inside you prolonged your own orgasm, leaving both of you trembling and breathless.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the rapid beating of your hearts. Sunghoon stayed buried deep inside you, not pulling out, just holding you close as you both came down. His hand gently stroked your stomach and side, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder and the back of your neck.
You stayed leaning back against his chest, eyes closed, catching your breath. After a few minutes, when your breathing finally steadied, you whispered softly, voice still a little hoarse,
“…I’ll give you head before we go to sleep.”
Sunghoon let out a low, surprised chuckle, the sound warm and affectionate against your skin. He nuzzled into your neck, pressing another tender kiss there as he finally slowly pulled out of you, a trickle of his cum leaking down your thigh.
“Baby…” he murmurs, voice husky and full of love. “You don’t have to do anything. Tonight was supposed to be me proving it to you.” He gently turned you in his arms just enough to look at your face, his eyes soft and glowing. “But fuck… if you really want to, I’m not gonna say no to that pretty mouth.”
He kissed your forehead, then your lips, slow and sweet, pulling you fully against him now. “I love you so much. Thank you for forgiving me. I meant every word… only you.”
You stayed curled against him for a few more moments, catching your breath, but the promise you made lingered in the air. With a soft exhale, you finally pushed yourself up, turning to face him properly for the first time that night. Sunghoon’s eyes followed you, dark and warm with a mix of surprise and fresh desire.
You sat up fully on the bed, adjusting yourself between his legs. You gently pushed his thighs apart to make space, then reached up to fix your slightly messy hair, tucking the damp strands behind your ears so it wouldn’t get in the way. Your oversized t-shirt was still bunched around your waist, and you quickly tugged it off, tossing it aside, leaving you naked.
Sunghoon propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with hooded eyes, his cock still half-hard and glistening from your combined releases. “Baby… you really don’t have to,” he murmurs, though his voice was already getting rough again.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you leaned down, settling comfortably between his spread thighs. Your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, giving it a slow, firm stroke as you looked up at him through your lashes. He was already starting to harden again in your grip.
“Fuck…” Sunghoon breathed, one hand gently threading into your hair, not pushing, just holding.
You started slow and teasing — pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along his length, from base to tip, tasting both of you on his skin. Your tongue flicked out, tracing the vein underneath before swirling around the sensitive head, licking away the bead of precum that had formed.
“Mmm,” you hummed softly, the vibration making his hips twitch.
You took him into your mouth properly then, lips stretching around his thickness as you sank down, taking as much of him as you could. Your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit, twisting gently while your tongue worked the underside. You bobbed your head slowly at first, savoring him, hollowing your cheeks on the way up and sucking harder.
“Shit, y/n… your mouth feels so good,” Sunghoon groaned, fingers tightening slightly in your hair. “Look at me, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes while you suck me.”
You glanced up at him again, eyes watery but locked on his as you took him deeper, relaxing your throat to swallow around him. The wet, sloppy sounds of your mouth filled the room as you picked up the pace, head moving faster, hand pumping.
Sunghoon’s head fell back for a second with a deep moan before he forced himself to look down again. “That’s it… just like that. You’re so fucking good to me even after I messed up. My perfect girl… taking my cock so well down your throat.”
You whimpered around him, the praise making you even wetter. You pulled off for a moment to catch your breath, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his glistening cock, and stroked him firmly while your tongue licked and teased the tip.
“I forgive you,” you whispered breathlessly, voice hoarse, before diving back down, sucking him harder, faster, determined to make him feel as good as he made you feel earlier.
Sunghoon’s hips started bucking up gently, meeting your mouth as his breathing grew ragged. “Baby— fuck, I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that… you’re gonna make me cum again.”
His hand in your hair guided you lightly, not forcing, just encouraging as you worked him with your mouth, tongue, and hand in perfect sync. The mix of your earlier release and his fresh precum coated your tongue, and you moaned around him, the vibrations pulling another broken groan from his chest.
You kept sucking him eagerly, head bobbing faster, tongue swirling around his throbbing length as your hand pumped the base in tight, slick strokes. Sunghoon’s moans grew louder, his hips twitching up into your warm mouth as he got closer.
“Baby— fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned breathlessly, fingers tightening in your hair. “y/n— ahh—”
With a deep, guttural groan, Sunghoon came hard down your throat. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled your mouth as you kept him wrapped between your lips, taking every drop he gave you. You didn’t pull away — you let him cum fully in your mouth, eyes watering slightly but staying locked on his face as he fell apart for you.
You kept sucking gently even after he started to finish, milking him through the aftershocks. Your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, drawing out every last bit until he was no longer leaking. Only when he was completely spent and starting to soften did you slowly pull off, a thin string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to his tip for a moment before it broke.
You looked up at him, lips shiny and swollen, and swallowed visibly — every drop of him sliding down your throat with a soft, satisfied hum.
“Fuckk…” Sunghoon breathed out shakily, staring down at you with dark, adoring eyes. His chest was still heaving as he gently tugged you up toward him. “You’re incredible, baby. Come here.”
He pulled you into his arms, kissing you deeply despite the taste of himself still on your tongue. The kiss was slow, grateful, and full of love. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, thumb brushing tenderly over your bottom lip.
“I love you,” he whispered into the quiet room, voice sleepy and sincere. “So much, baby.”
The two of you stayed like that — cuddling face-to-face — until sleep pulled you both under.
next morning as you walked to campus together. Sunghoon had his arm wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you close to his side with every step. His thumb occasionally brushed your hip in gentle circles, and every few seconds he’d lean down to press a quick kiss to your temple a d the top of your head. You looked relaxed and happy, the jealousy from yesterday feeling like a distant memory.
As you approached the usual path near the cafeteria, your friends — Hana, Sophia, and Sunghoon’s group (Niki, Heeseung, Jay, and Jake) — spotted you immediately.
A chorus of teasing erupted right away.
“Wowww,” Niki grinned, eyes wide with mock surprise. “Look at this. Hand around the waist and everything. Yesterday you two were giving us silent treatment and today you’re glued together again?”
Hana laughed, linking arms with Sophia. “I thought we were gonna suffer through another week of y/n giving you the cold shoulder, Sunghoon. What kind of magic did you pull last night?”
Jay smirked, nudging Sunghoon. “Bro, you must’ve really groveled hard. We were already planning how to survive the awkward lunches.”
Jake chuckled, shooting you a playful wink. “Y/N, you folded fast. One night.”
Sunghoon just tightened his grip on your waist, a proud little smile on his lips as he looked down at you. “What can I say? I know how to apologize properly,” he replied smoothly, voice laced with amusement. He leaned down and kissed your cheek right there in front of everyone, clearly unbothered by the teasing.
You felt your cheeks heat up but couldn’t help smiling too, leaning into his side. The group’s laughter and light jabs continued as everyone started walking together toward class.
Welp, can't tell if this a dig at my slight cnc or I have been labeled a freak.
I accept it. I am a freak :)
Was lowkey expecting pwp cuz all my wips are like that but it truly went for the bigger picture.
No pressure tags + I have barely any moots so I will be tagging writers I like lol (please be my friend): @smidare @eu1joo @minhosimthings + literally anyone else
Tysm to the anon for the request! 🥹💗 Sorry if I might not upload it right away, but I promise it will be out very soon. Things have just been a little busy on my end, especially since college starts in a few days on June 22. 😭🫶🏻 Thank you for your patience
I knowww, I shouldn't be this emotional over an account, but I had this app where I talked to a guy. It was kind of like a dating app, and then things just happened, and now my account is gone. The saddest part is that I met a guy there, and I genuinely enjoyed talking to him. Like seriously, maybe we argued sometimes, but you know when you fight with someone and it's still funny somehow? You get what I mean. 😭
It's just sad because my account is permanently banned now, and I never got the chance to properly talk to him or give him my other social media accounts. It just ended like that, haha. 💔
I really liked him, honestly. I stayed on that app mostly because I wanted to talk to him. And then it ended that way. I hope he's doing well.
And yeah, I'm probably overreacting again, as I always do. 😭 Maybe he felt something too, or maybe he was just like "eh." I don't know. I'm just sad right now because it feels like so many things got left unfinished, and it all feels like such a waste.
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
Thank you for the tag!! It's been a while since I've done one of these, and it's always fun!
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
No pressure tagging @redwidow616, @likea-black-widow-baby, @accidental-spice, @quakeismyhero and @rudikawhy!
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
no pressure tagging: @hintatake @one-step-at-a-time25 @chvoswxtch @porkchop200324 & anyone who wants to join!
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au(!!) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic(!!) or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane(!!)
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au(!!) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic(!!) or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane(!!)
THANK YOU FOR TAGGING ME!!!!
i don’t really have a lot of people to tag but oh well😭
@in-my-locket @dadasimjaeyun + anyone else who wants to join :3
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au(!!) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic(!!) or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane(!!)
a girl can’t choose
@reinmyheart @enlov3vampxo @jakeyslovie42 @ni-kichromeheartzz @jaehyp and anyone else!! 💕
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut(I can explain)or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (idk)// reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage(marriage is my nightmare)// high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates (hell nuh)// sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff ( both ) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au (none) // body swap or gender bent // angst or crack ( both ) // apocalyptic or mundane
YAY thank you for the tag zanna! what sucks is that most of my biases have left their groups (in this year ALONE) 😭 that is NOT stopping me from adding them though!!
in order: vernon, dk (svt - ults), martin (cortis), keeho (p1h), hueningkai (txt), maki (&team), hongjoong, yunho (ateez), heeseung (ex-enha), ricky (ex-zb1, and2ble), mark lee (ex-nct, soloist)
tagging @yumangel @parkersroses @realmofclouds @reisdoll and any others who want to join!!
⎯⎯⎯ tag 🏷️; @xominji , @miellette , @boy2kz, @enlov3vampxo , @virtualfangs333 , @sunoovamp sorry if you have alrdy done this or got tagged ! (optional ofc)
ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑) ੈ Hehe, thank you for tagging me and letting me join this one! 💗 Honestly, I don't really have a single ult bias I love all of them. 😗 But I guess these are the ones who have a special place in my heart :)) come and join
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