After a night out with your friends, Kai insisted on giving you a ride home. You had always been really close with him. Attending highschool together, seeing each other during all your phases and your early youth years. Now being in college, you're grateful to be experiencing it with a close and familiar face. 

Tonight felt different though, Kai seemed like there was something on his mind the entire night. When he talked to you he couldn’t look you in the eyes, instead your lips. His body would tense up when you’d playfully hit him while laughing. 

Sitting in the passenger seat, deciding to break the thick air. “Is everything alright? You seemed like your mind was somewhere else tonight.” Kai gulped “Just a couple things on my mind. Nothing to worry about Y/N.” shooting a quick smile at you before focusing on the road ahead of him again. “You can always let me know Kai, I know you’re a lot smarter than me but if it’s about the upcoming exams-” “It’s fine really.” Another soft smile he gives you. 

The car approaches your apartment building “Come stay for the night, we can relax for a bit before classes tomorrow.” He couldn’t fight you on staying over, he would do anything for more time with you. It was pretty common for him to stay over, late study sessions and just hangouts of just you two. He started leaving extra clothes for him at your place for his convenience. Some days he’d catch you wearing one of his hoodies to school, it would drive insane that whole day. 

Entering your apartment, both of you headed to your room to get your clothes to change into. He loved how you always cleaned his clothes, letting them smell like you. He’d usually go home with it and jerk off to the smell of you. Biting into the fabric trying not to moan your name so loudly. He’s going to try really hard tonight to fight that urge.

He went to the bathroom to change while you changed in your room. He was really used to seeing you show skin, especially in your own home. That was until he saw you step out of your room with a thin tank top on. He was sitting on the couch waiting for you to join him. He quickly grabbed one of the plushies next to him to cover the growing tent in his sweats.

You join him on the couch, “Should we continue the show we were watching last time or start a movie?” you say looking at the tv. He can’t seem to focus with the way your tits just naturally sit, if the ac was any lower your nipples would harden up perfectly. “Let’s do the show we’re almost done with this season anyways.” Kai says, trying to contain his lust. You get more comfortable, sinking into the couch and letting your head rest against his chest.

He felt like you were toying with him, it’s been an hour now with your playful touches. Your hands stay rested on his thigh, shifting and playing with the drawstring of his sweats. His bulge has gone down only a little bit, it only gets harder every time he imagines your hands touching him where he needs you the most. It’s not until he notices you biting your lip that he says something about the situation. “Y/N there’s something I need to tell you.” his words come out in a whisper, scared of what might happen next. You sit up to look at him properly, noticing his red ears. Usually caused when he gets flustered and shy. “I knew something was up, okay tell me.” your hand goes up to softly pinch his ear. It was endearing but it turned him on..

“Just promise you won’t find me weird after I tell you..” he looks down. “What could you possibly say that would make me think that?” that same hand going down to his jaw, making him look at you. “You can tell me anything, I’ve told you almost all of my secrets.” Which is true, nothing goes past Kai, you always keep him updated with everything and he loves it. Loves knowing what’s going on in your daily life, more than others. 

“Well you know how friends usually touch each other when they’re horny, don’t they? I think I read that somewhere yeah yeah.” He said it in one quick breath. His body tensed up so quick he felt the air become thick. “Wait Kai, you need to be a lot slower, I barely understood a word you said. His hands shot up to cover his red face. All the blood in his dick rushed right back to his cheeks. “I’m just really turned on right now..” shifting his legs. “I just really want to come right now..” a whimper escapes his lips.

The way he looks did something to you, feeling your panties getting wet. You felt so shy at his words, bringing your knees to your chest trying to hide your face in them. “I mean I could help..” Your feelings rising up, you really felt like you played your cards right tonight.. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”

He whines at your words, “You’re turning me on.. You look so cute in that shirt, but I want it off…” Everything he was saying was so hot and it made it so much hotter with how pathetic and turned on he sounded. All his words were covered in lust. So you do what he wants. Taking your tank top off. Seeing your tits free from the fabric, your nipples hardening when met with the cool air. You climbed into his lap, letting your hands roam his waist. Soft moans and whines leaving him. “Kai, can I please touch you.” “Yes, yes please.” Your right hand reaches past his sweats, letting you feel him over his briefs. Feeling a small wet patch of precum. Your other hand lifting his shirt, letting him know you want it off. He does that just for you. 

Seeing his toned chest and bulky arms, you’d do anything to get headlocked by him right now. “How long have you wanted this?” Asking him with sultry meeting your words. He shakes his head, trying to deny this was even on his mind today. “Seriously,  you won’t get to cum if you’re not honest with me.” He whines, that really got to him. “Stop, you're not going to make me last long.” His hands go for your waist, helping you grind against him. He wants those shorts off next. “For years, I’d had a thing for you for years now. I go home and only cum to the thought of you.” His breath hitches as he feels your hand take his dick out from his sweats. Playing with the tip a little bit, watching the precum come out. Really wondering how much he can cum if this is how wet he is from just feeling him up. “Well if it’s worth anything.” Your fingers catch some of it, bringing them to your lips. Looking into his eyes. “I really like you too Kai, I was hoping you’d feel the same too.” Letting your precum filled fingers meet your tongue, dragging them down past your lips, getting a taste of him while having your spit collect in your hand. Reaching your hand back down to pump his dick. “Fuck, I do like you, I really do, kiss me please.” His hands go to hold the back of your head, pulling you into him. Wet and messy kiss was your first shared between the two of you. Kai was so hungry in his movements, his tongue begging to be inside your mouth. Whines and moans slipping out from both of you. 

Breaking the kiss, a string of saliva still connecting you two. “I need more.” He says looking at you with heavy lids. You shift a bit trying to take off your shorts. As you were about to throw your panties somewhere off to the side, he stopped you. “Can I keep these for when I go back?” You don’t know why that made you feel so shy, the thought of Kai using your used panties to get off. “Kai, you can just tell me when you want to have sex.” He pouts, “But what if my girlfriend is too busy.” He’s already claimed you to be his, he was so perfect. “I need some material please.” rubbing the tip of his nose against yours. “Okay but my boyfriend better remember to return them.” smiling at him softly as you shove them into the pocket of his sweats. Which he had pulled off by now.

He loved how you teased yourself by rubbing his tip against your folds, maybe it was because you got to hear him moaning at even the slightest friction. Your bodies just melted into each other so well. HIs hands are holding your hips, while you pull him into another deep kiss. Letting his dick go past your folds, feeling every inch of him in you. Moaning into his  mouth at the feeling. He was thich and a bit longer than average. He could break you with how you went in with no prep, just your wetness helping you. “Mmm feel so good Kai, wish you’d just tell me sooner.” He helped you take all of him, peppering kisses all long your shoulders to comfort you. As you kissed along his jawline. “Your pussy is so perfect.” He says as he feels you clench around him, receiving a cute quiet moan from you.

Once you finally took all of him in, you sat there for a bit. Hiding your face in his neck, “I’m gonna move now baby, okay?” You nod, helping you lift up your hips to bring them back down a bit harder. Soft moans leaving you as he helped find his rhythm. Looking down he saw the bulge, seeing his dick create a bump in your stomach. He pressed onto it, moaning at the feeling. “So deep Kai, f-feels so good.” “Mm yea? You like it don't you?” You moan in response. He felt so good inside you, “Harder please, wanna cum for you.”  One of his hands reached up to grab your tit. Massaging it in his hands, pinching your nipple making you squeal. 

Kai felt himself reaching his high. “Need you to cum with me, wanna feel you cum around me, can you do that for me baby?” nodding with urgency, you kiss him softer this time. Wanting to just feel his lips and taste him. He thrusted up harder into “Inside please, cum inside.” you beg. “Whatever you want, anything.” Holding you closer to him, “I’m gonna cum baby, are you ready for me.” “Yes, fuck yes Kai.” The way you said his name with desire. Couple hard thrust, your wet thighs meeting his sticky ones. You both came hard with pornographic moans. You bit into his shoulder to help you come down from the high. Making Kai whine at the slight pain. Rubbing your sides to help you with your shaking. Giving you kisses on your neck, soothing you through it.

Sitting there for a couple minutes in each other's arms. “Took you long enough.” you say trying to catch your breath. He smiles at you, god you wanna kiss him again. “I didn’t want to ruin anything between us.” you sat up to get a better look at him. He was still inside you so he winced at the feeling of you moving. “Well is this everything you hoped for?” planting a kiss on his lips. “Absolutely.” He returns the favor. “Please don’t move, I’m getting hard again..” he hides his face in between your breasts. “I wanna go again, see how long I can make you go for.” Smirking at him. 

You and Jake have been together for nearly five years—since the final months of high school, when you stumbled into something that felt a little too gentle to be real, too safe to be intense. Most people around you just don’t get it. They whisper that your relationship is sweet, sure, but stale. Predictable. Lifeless, even.

But they don’t know a damn thing.

They don’t know that you and Jake don’t need dominance or power games to melt each other down into quivering pieces. You don’t play roles. You don’t lead or follow.  You move, he moves. You're both responsive, both hungry, both gentle in ways that burn just as deep. It’s not about who takes control—it's about how far you’re both willing to unravel for each other.

If those assholes could see what actually happens behind closed doors, they'd choke on their smug assumptions. 

"Nghh—baby..." Jake's voice is slurred, barely even speech anymore. His face is buried between your legs, the heat of his breath searing against you, tongue dragging slow as he works you over.

 And fuck, you are gone, head thrown back, hips twitching, thighs trembling around his ears.

The only soundtrack is the obscene wetness of his mouth on you, your choked moans, and the blaring growl of an electric guitar seeping through the wall, his room mate, Jay’s latest desperate attempt to drown out the symphony of you and Jake destroying each other.

It doesn’t work.

Your ears are ringing. Your vision blurs every time your spine arches off the mattress. Your legs are shaking so hard they barely stay hooked around his shoulders. Your body is covered in bruises and teeth marks. Jake’s arms are clawed raw, red streaks down to his elbows from where you grabbed and dug in, helpless under the waves he pulled from you again and again and again.

You’ve lost count of how many times he’s made you come, how many times you’ve done the same to him. It's a haze. A loop. An exchange of pleasure until your bones feel hollow.

You barely catch your breath before his fingers are inside you again, curling just right, his mouth crashing into yours, swallowing your moans as you clench around him and cum hard enough to see stars. Your hand slips between you, wrapping around him, stroking with messy urgency until he gasps into your mouth and spills across your stomach. 

Then comes the slow grind of hips in missionary, Jake above you, eyes glassy, sweat dripping down his temple. He pushes in deep, moaning into your throat while you clutch at his back, legs locked around his waist, and both of you fall together again. 

Vanilla, their ass.

The aftershocks haven’t even stopped vibrating through your bones when Jake rolls off of you, chest heaving, lips parted. He sprawls across the sheets, flushed and trembling.

Without a word, you swing a leg over him, straddling his face. He groans like a man starved as your thighs settle against the sides of his head, and your gaze lowers to his cock. thick, flushed, and still rock hard despite having cum four fucking times already.

You lean down, tongue flicking out to tease the head, your breath warm over his slick skin. His hips twitch instantly, a soft, choked whine escaping from under you.

“F-fuck,” he gasps, voice muffled between your thighs.

You take him into your mouth slowly, savoring the weight of him,  the way his whole body tenses beneath you. At the same time, you feel his tongue drag through your folds.

You moan around his cock, the vibration making him jerk. You grind back against his mouth, and he groans right into your cunt, tongue sliding in and curling upward. He hardens it, fucking you with it, slow and deep, as your hips begin to roll.

It’s a filthy rhythm—your mouth stretching around him, sucking harder, faster, your spit dripping down his shaft while he licks and licks and licks, tongue relentless, hands gripping your ass as he pulls you tighter against his face. Your thighs clamp down on instinct, not letting him breathe, not letting him stop.

You feel the familiar pulse in your core and the slight twitch of his cock against your tongue, he’s close, again. You squeeze him tighter with your lips, hollow your cheeks, and the sound he makes is damn near ruined. His whine hits a high pitch, hips jerking once, twice and then he spills into your mouth. You swallow it greedily.

Jake latches onto your clit now, sucking, and you are barely holding on, every nerve burning. Your whole body is tensed, arms braced against his thighs, cunt pulsing uncontrollably around his tongue. Your thighs clamp even tighter, grinding down until he can’t even moan, just hums and licks and loses himself.

Jake loves it—loves how wet you get, how you suffocate him with your thighs like it’s nothing, how your pussy clenches around his tongue. He loves the little tremble in your legs, the broken cries you try to stifle, the taste of your arousal dripping down his chin.

"Jake, fuck! I'm gonna cum!" you squeal, your voice shaking, one hand fisting around his softening cock, feeling it twitch, swell, harden again.

Your hips grind down one last time, helpless, chasing that final drag of his tongue as your orgasm hits. You cry out, body shaking above him, pussy spasming around his mouth. Your forehead presses to his thigh, gasping, and you barely manage to keep sucking him as your world shatters again.

Jake lets out a high whine, hips twitching upward into your mouth. He’s still so fucking hard, again. You can feel it, thick and throbbing between your lips.

He moves again as another orgasm crashes into the both of you.

Another orgasm.

And another.

And another.

You lose count. Time folds. The two of you are always going at it like rabbits, bodies slick and tangled, pleasure drawn out like it might never end. At some point you’re flat on your back again, back arched off the wet bed, sheets soaked with sweat and everything else, Jake’s mouth between your legs for what feels like the hundredth time.

You’re delirious, you feel like you are floating.

He pulls back, lips shiny, chin drenched. You barely get the chance to breathe before he’s kneeling between your thighs, jerking himself off with quick, rough strokes. His eyes are locked on your chest, on the rise and fall of your breath, on your wrecked body twitching with aftershocks. He grits his teeth, then pulls his cock free, aiming it at you.

You're hypnotized.

By the way it twitches. By the way his jaw clenches. By the way his abs tighten and he throws his head back with a broken moan as hot ropes of cum spill across your chest, painting your skin with another climax that somehow hits just as hard as the first.

And still, he's not done.

Jake leans forward, one hand smearing the mess across your breasts, mouth crashing into yours with wild hunger. His cock presses against your thigh, still hard and leaking.

"You want more?" he pants against your lips, voice hoarse, almost disbelieving at how far you both keep falling.

You nod, eyes wide, lips parted. Jake flips you over in one smooth motion, pushing you onto your hands and knees, body trembling beneath him. His hands grip your hips, pushing inside again, deep, slow, a stretch that feels impossibly full despite how soaked you are.

You both moan at once. And then he starts to move, hips snapping into you, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing through the room, drowning out even Jay’s music, which is now thundering through the walls in one last futile attempt to ignore what’s happening just a few feet away.

“Ahh, fuck, Jake, baby!” you cry out, fingers clawing at the twisted sheets as the rhythm builds.

Jake groans behind you, bracing himself with both hands on yours, pinning you to the mattress as he drives deeper, rougher. You love this position—God, how you love it. He finds every spot, angles his hips just right until you’re gasping, sobbing into the mattress.

“We’re so fucking good together,” Jake pants into your ear, his voice shaking with need, “Fuck.” His lips find your neck, kissing everywhere he can reach, hot, sloppy, open-mouthed, desperate to mark.

You tilt your head back blindly, catching his mouth in a messy kiss over your shoulder, tongues tangling, moans swallowed between breathless gasps as he starts to thrust harder, deeper, your bodies slamming together.

You’re clenching around him so hard, you can feel every ridge, every twitch of his cock. The orgasm hits, your breath catching, head lolling forward as heat floods you from the inside out. "Fuck!"

Jake keeps going through it, keeps thrusting through your high, refusing it to end. Your hips instinctively push back against him, your eyes roll back, jaw slack, pleasure crackling through every nerve.

“F-fuck, I—shit,” Jake chokes out, repositioning behind you with a sharp slap to your ass that makes your whole body jolt. He watches it jiggle with a low groan, hips snapping forward again and again. Every thrust knocks the breath from your lungs, and your arms finally give out.

You collapse forward, face buried in the soaked mattress, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth, your body slack and trembling. Completely, utterly fucked out.

“B-b-baby,” Jake stammers, leaning over you again, his chest slick and warm against your back.

You feel his arms slide beneath you, one curling tightly around your waist, the other slipping under your body to knead your breast in slow, circular motions. He’s still thrusting, slower now, but no less intense. You feel every inch, every grind of his hips, his cock dragging against your overstimulated walls as he pants against your ear.

“You can take another one for me?” he whines, voice cracking into a whisper. “P-please? Pretty—pretty please?” 

You moan weakly, unable to find words, only nodding as your fingers twitch into the sheets. You’re half-asleep, fucked so deep into the mattress your limbs barely move but Jake’s still moving, still inside you.

“Don’t s-sleep, nghh, baby, fuck,” he breathes, nuzzling into your nape, teeth grazing the sweat-slick skin there before sinking in gently, biting down as his hips start to pick up again.

The pleasure's too much now, tangled with pain and pressure until your body doesn’t know the difference. You're a trembling mess, whimpering, twitching, your muscles weak from everything he's already wrung out of you.

You don't know how he's still strong enough to shift your limp body, but suddenly you're on your back, legs pushed up and pinned high beside your shoulders. His hands curl behind your knees, holding you wide open as he sinks into you again with no warning.

He grunts as he slides home, balls-deep, moaning loudly, eyes locked onto your face, drinking every twitch, every gasp, every flutter of your lashes. His hips start pounding again, relentless, slapping into your soaked cunt with wet, brutal rhythm.

Your mouth falls open, lips slack, eyes half-lidded. You can't even speak.

“Baby! L-love you—ahhh!” Jake cries out. One of his hands slips down, thumb pressing to your clit and rubbing in tight, fast circles.

You twitch violently beneath him, chest heaving, body barely holding together.

Even with your consciousness slipping—your mind half-blacked out from pleasure and fatigue—you feel it again. That same heat blooming low in your belly. Your legs are burning in the mating press, your lungs clawing for air, your head spinning.

“J-Jake, w-wait!” you sob, shaking your head from side to side, voice cracked, but his thrusts only get harder, his thumb moving faster, and ruthless.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop—just one more,” he begs, almost delirious.

“FUCK!” you scream,  fingers twisting the sheets, your body shaking as it hits you. “Fuckfuckfuck!” you shriek as your entire core contracts violently. Your back arches. Your vision whites out. You feel the gush of hot liquid pulsing from your cunt, soaking the sheets, his pelvis, everything.

Jake groans loud and deep. But he doesn't stop. He keeps moving, keeps rubbing, his thumb grinding your clit as you cry out and shake under him. Your legs jerk in his grip, body trying to retreat, but he doesn’t let go.

Your voice cracks—"No! No more!"—but it's lost in the noise.  

“O-one more, baby, please,” he moans as he leans over you again, his body trembling, lips brushing your ear.

Your scream rises again as his cock drags through your soaked walls, now slick with your release. You’re squeezing him so tight he’s nearly frozen in place. His eyes roll back, mouth dropping open.

“Jesus Christ, people! Tone it down!” Jay roars from the other side of the wall, banging his fist hard against it, rattling the drywall. His voice is muffled, furious, but distant and irrelevant.

Jake doesn’t even blink. He’s too far gone. His hands tighten around your thighs as he slams forward, again and again, slick friction loud and obscene, the slap of your bodies echoing through the room.

“Last one,” he gasps. “Fuuuuck, baby, fuck—!”

You scream again, nails digging into his wrists as your body explodes for the final time—another hot gush forced from your cunt, a violent surge that splashes his abdomen and thighs. Jake throws his head back and howls, the tension in his spine snapping as you clamp down so hard around his cock it punches the orgasm straight out of him.

He cums inside you, trembling, moaning, his voice broken and high as he spills deep, cock twitching wildly, over and over. His whole body quakes as he presses into you, emptying himself in ragged pulses that stretch on and on.

By the time it ends, you're both shaking. The room is thick with heat and the sharp, musky scent of sex, every surface damp with sweat, slick, and release.

Jake pulls out slowly, carefully, and even that soft withdrawal makes you both moan. The two of you are oversensitive. 

Jake collapses beside you, arms immediately wrapping around your waist, pulling you in close. His face buries in the crook of your neck, lips pressing the faintest kiss to your skin.

Your boyfriend stands you up on the day of your anniversary , luckily the cafe server is nice enough to cheer you up and keep you company.

wc: 5.2k

warnings: cheating, verbal humiliation, degradation, semi-public sex, light angst, exhibitionism, semi-pet play, raw sex, dirty talk.

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The café is full, the lunch rush no joke as college students and businessmen alike line up for coffee and pastries.

You drum your fingers on the table as you sit and sigh, anxiously watching the door. The hot tea you ordered about an hour ago is halfway gone.

You glance up when the doorbell chimes, hoping to see a familiar face but deflate when it’s just another stranger. Your eyes drop back down to your hands, still wrapped around the mug.

A few people have given you impatient looks, clearly annoyed you’ve been sitting so long. With how crowded the café is, it’s understandable they want your table.

But you’ve been waiting for someone.

Your boyfriend.

You were both supposed to have a cute little café date today, grabbing a quick bite at your favorite spot, the same place where you had your first date, to celebrate your three-year anniversary.

Yet here you are, sitting alone. your worried texts & calls to your boyfriend have all gone unanswered.

“Another grande chai latte,” a voice announces, the words smooth and casual as a hand places the drink gently on the table in front of you.

Startled, you glance up, your gaze meeting warm, dark brown eyes and the polite, practiced smile of one of the café workers. He looks familiar, you’ve seen him behind the counter a few times, usually focused and quiet, never one to linger too long at a table.

You offer a small, confused smile as you wrap your hands around the warm cup. “I’m sorry, but… I didn’t order another drink.”

He shrugs lightly, his smile softening into something a bit more genuine. “I know. It’s on the house,” he says. “You’ve been sitting here a while. Thought you could use a refill.”

There’s a beat of silence before he glances at the empty chair across from you. “Mind if I sit?”

You glance at your phone and bite your lip. Still no notifications, nothing from him. It’s been nearly an hour since your planned meet up time. You sigh, shoulders slumping, the weight of disappointment settling heavy in your chest.

“Yeah,” you murmur, barely looking up. “Sure.”

“Thank you,” the man says, slipping into the empty chair across from you. He stretches a little, clearly relieved to be off his feet. “It’s crazy busy in here today. I’m finally off the clock. Thought I’d sit with you for a bit before heading out. you looked a bit down.”

“I’m fine,” you answer automatically, the words flat.

The stranger doesn’t buy it for a second. His brow lifts slightly, eyes studying you with quiet concern.

“You sure?” he asks, his voice gentle—not prying.

You open your mouth to repeat yourself, to insist that you’re fine but no sound comes out.

He’s looking at you with his full attention now, brows furrowed slightly in concern. He’s just a stranger, yet somehow, in this moment, he feels more present than the one person who should be here.

It should be your boyfriend sitting across from you. You should be together, celebrating your relationship, laughing over pastries, trading teasing smiles and soft touches.

Instead, you’re here, alone, being concerned for by someone who doesn’t even know your name.

“I’m not fine,” you blurt, the words raw and trembling with hurt.

You take a shaky breath, and before you can stop yourself, the rest comes pouring out.

“My boyfriend is an hour late to our date. We had a bit of an argument this morning, but I thought… I thought he’d still show up. I mean, today’s special.”

Your voice wavers as you glance down at your hands. “He hasn’t even texted me. Didn’t say if he’s busy, or if he forgot—or if he just doesn’t care. It’s supposed to be our anniversary.”

“He sounds like an ass,” the stranger says, his tone casual but not unkind, eyes even softer than before this time with a hint of playful amusement.

The bluntness catches you off guard, and despite everything, a surprised giggle slips out of you.

“Yeah,” you admit with a small smile, shoulders loosening just a little. “He kind of is.”

Realizing you’ve just spilled your personal drama to a complete stranger, you shift in your seat and offer an awkward smile.

“Sorry,” you mumble, fingers nervously twirling a strand of your hair a habit you fall into when you’re flustered. “I didn’t mean to unload all that onto someone I don’t even know. That wasn’t really appropriate.”

You let out a soft, self deprecating chuckle. “You can tell I’m kind of a mess.”

The stranger watches you for a moment, quietly taking in your words. There’s no judgment in his gaze only something calm and steady, like he’s weighing the right thing to say.

Then he leans forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Yunho,” he says simply, offering his name like a sort of anchor.

“What?”

“My name,” he says. “My name is Yunho.”

“Yunho,” you repeat softly, testing the name on your tongue. It’s a nice name—smooth, comforting, and far too easy to say.

He hums in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Yeah… and what’s yours, darling?”

You blush at the pet name, a shy smile tugging at your lips. “Oh… I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, slowly, like he’s trying it out and already committing it to memory. Something about the way he says your name makes your stomach flutter.

He leans back slightly, grinning. “Now you know my name, and I know yours—so we’re not strangers anymore.”

You giggle at his logic, shaking your head. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

Yunho is looking at you. There’s something in his gaze you can’t quite name. Whatever it is, it sends a warm twist through your stomach, curling pleasantly beneath the ache.

Finally, he speaks, voice low but certain.

“Your boyfriend is an idiot,” he says, “and an asshole for standing someone as beautiful as you up on a date. Especially on your anniversary.”

“Oh,” you breathe, the word barely audible. It’s been so long since someone’s spoken to you so boldly, so sincerely and it stirs something in you that you didn’t realize you missed. You find yourself wanting more.

Yunho’s expression softens as he quickly adds, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.”

You shake your head, almost too quickly. “No—no, it’s okay. Really.”

Your voice is earnest, maybe even a little desperate to keep the moment from slipping away.

Yunho doesn’t seem convinced. His eyes flicker with something like regret as he stands from his chair.

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable,” he says. “That wasn’t my intention. I’ll take my leave now.”

Panic rises in your chest before you even register it. You don’t want him to go—not yet.

Without thinking, you stand abruptly and reach out, your fingers curling gently around his wrist.

“No, wait,” you say, the words rushed, almost pleading.

Yunho glances down at your hand wrapped around his wrist, then lifts his gaze back to meet yours. His eyes search your face—soft, curious, but still unreadable.

You feel the blush rise to your cheeks again, heat crawling up your neck at how desperately you must seem. But at this point, you don’t care. You’re tired of waiting, tired of feeling forgotten. You deserve something good today even if it’s unexpected.

“Would you…” you begin, then clear your throat, trying to steady your voice. “Do you want to maybe… get out of here?”

Yunho’s lips curl into a sly grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “What about your boyfriend?” he teases, his tone light but sharp, as if poking fun at the situation.

The question hangs in the air, playful and a little too real, making you feel a strange mix of embarrassment and excitement.

“He’s an asshole,” you say, your voice surprisingly steady, as if that’s all the explanation Yunho needs.

Yunho chuckles, his fingers brushing against yours before he takes your hand fully, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Right, an asshole,” he agrees with a playful smirk.

Without another word, the two of you head for the door, your hands intertwined. For the first time today, you feel a spark of excitement, the weight of disappointment lifting as you step outside of the cafe.

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“What?” you finally ask, laughing softly as you catch Yunho sneaking yet another glance your way while the two of you walk hand in hand toward the subway.

He shakes his head, the corners of his mouth lifting into a wide, boyish smile. “It’s just… this is the last thing I expected to be doing today after getting off work.”

You bite your lip, hesitating for a moment as the question tugs at your thoughts.

“Are you having second thoughts?” you ask quietly, trying to keep your voice light, though a sliver of doubt slips through.

Yunho glances over at you, his eyes locking with yours without missing a beat.

“Not at all,” he says firmly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You smile shyly in response, the warmth of his words still lingering in your chest as the two of you hurry onto the platform just in time to slip through the train doors before they close with a hiss.

The train is packed, bodies pressed together, the air thick with the hum of chatter and movement. You and Yunho barely manage to navigate through the tight crowd, finding a small sliver of space to stand.

“It’s always so crowded around this time of day,” you huff, slightly breathless as you grab onto a pole for balance.

Yunho stands close behind you, his hand gripping the pole just above yours, the heat of his body radiating against your back. The train jolts and sways with every stop, but somehow, the crowd never thins, each wave of people simply replaced by the next.

It’s hard to stay steady with the train’s unpredictable turns, and when it lurches sharply to the left, you’re caught off guard.

You stumble, your balance slipping but before you can fall forward, a strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back into a firm chest.

“You okay?” Yunho murmurs, his voice low beside your ear. His arm stays around you, protective and unhurried.

You don’t answer right away. You don’t ask him to let go.

You just nod, leaning into the warmth of his hold, quietly thankful for the unexpected steadiness in the chaos around you.

The train lurches again more sudden this time and the person in front of you stumbles back a few steps. Out of instinct, you do the same, trying to make room.

But in doing so, you end up pressed back fully against Yunho, your body flush against his. The curve of your ass fits snugly against him, and the contact is instant, intimate.

His arm around your waist tightens just slightly, and you hear him suck in a quiet, sharp breath.

The sound sends a shiver down your spine.

You try to shift forward, to create some space but there’s nowhere to go. You’re hemmed in on all sides by the crowd, trapped in that charged space between his body and yours.

“Sorry,” you murmur embarrassed, voice barely above a whisper.

Restless, you shift your weight ust a little, just enough to ease the pressure of standing so still. But the motion makes your ass brush firmly against Yunho’s crotch.

You gasp and your eyes widen as your hips move again trying to confirm what you’re feeling.

Your arousal heightens, warmth pooling in your belly as you feel Yunho’s growing hardness press more insistently against your backside.

Even through your skirt and the thin barrier of your panties, you can feel him solid, undeniable, and getting harder by the second.

You don’t stop moving.

“What’re you doing?”

Yunho’s voice is low—deeper, rougher and his lips brush just barely against the shell of your ear, sending a spark straight down your spine.

You gasp, the sound escaping before you can stop it. Heat floods your cheeks as the weight of his words sinks in.

“I—”

“Rubbing up on me like a bitch in heat,” he murmurs, voice almost a growl, “in the middle of a crowded train?”

You can hear the smirk in his tone, but there’s heat there too controlled, but barely.

Your eyes flutter shut, a low whimper escaping before you can catch it. His words coil deep inside you, settling straight to your core.

“I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to—” you whisper, voice shaky and thin. But the apology falters even as you say it.

Because it’s not true.

Even now, after being caught, after hearing the heat in his voice you can’t stop. Your hips press back again, seeking him out, needing that contact.

The end of your sentence melts into a breathy moan, barely audible, but unmistakable between you.

And behind you, Yunho doesn’t move away. If anything, his grip on your waist tightens.

“Needy puppy, this is what you want isn’t it?” Yunho murmurs, his voice dark and thick with desire.

His hips roll forward, deliberately slow. The pressure of his cock against your ass makes your breath hitch, your body respond instinctively.

It feels so big. Thick.

You nod, unable to speak, the motion small but immediate needy.

Yunho exhales sharply behind you, and the sound alone sends another ripple of heat through you.

“I’m going to make you forget whatever the fuck his name is,” Yunho whispers, his voice a low, molten promise against your ear.

You haven’t thought about your boyfriend once since leaving the café, not with Yunho pressed against you like this, not with the way he’s subtly rutting his hips into yours, heat radiating off him in waves.

“The only thing you’ll be able to think about,” he continues, his breath hot against your skin, “is the feel of me inside you… the way I’ll have you begging ruined and trembling, completely off of my cock”

His grip on your waist tightens just slightly, possessive, steady.

Your whole body reacts heart pounding, pussy clenching, as you pant at the filth leaving his mouth.

“Or would you rather I take you right here, in front of all these people?” Yunho murmurs, his voice a velvet threat, laced with wicked promise. “Would you like that? Hands gripping this pole while I take you from behind and make you mine in front of an audience?”

You gasp, your cheeks flushing deep crimson, heat spreading down your neck and straight to your core.

For a moment you actually consider it.

Wondering what it would be like to let him take you completely in front of all these people without a care in the world except for hanging off of his cock.

“Please,” you whimper softly, the word barely audible over the hum of the train, but Yunho hears it. Of course he does.

You squirm in his hold, body aching with want, yet your eyes remain forward locked on nothing, aware of everything. The press of strangers on all sides, the rhythmic clatter of the train, the heat in your cheeks.

Everyone around you is absorbed in their own world. No one notices the subtle lift of your skirt, the way Yunho’s mouth lingers close to your ear, or the flush staining your skin. But still they could. At any moment, someone could glance your way and know.

“Patience,” Yunho murmurs, voice firm but dripping with promise.

You nod, pretending to obey, but your hips betray you. still grinding back against him, chasing the delicious friction.

It’s shameless, and it feels good. More than good.

Because you can feel just how hard he is against you, feel the heat and tension building between your bodies—and you know you’re the reason for it.

And that knowledge alone makes your breath catch in your throat.

Yunho doesn’t stop you.

If anything, his soft groan against your ear tells you he likes it, the slow, deliberate circle of your hips as you grind back into him.

You’re sure if you wanted to, you could cum just like this, your soaked panties are enough proof.

His arm around your waist tightens again, anchoring you in place. There’s a quiet kind of authority in the way he holds you, like he knows exactly what you need and he’s letting you have just enough of it to drive you mad.

“Good girl,” he breathes into your ear, his voice low and rich, sending another tremble through you.

This will have to do.

For now.

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You reach your apartment in record time, the heavy air between you charged with barely restrained want. Your hands tremble slightly as you fumble with the keys, anticipation buzzing under your skin.

The moment the door swings open and you step inside, Yunho is right behind you.

You barely manage to turn and lock the door before you’re spun around, your back hitting it with a soft thud. The keys slip from your hand, clattering unnoticed to the floor.

Then Yunho’s mouth is on yours hot and claiming.

You gasp into the kiss, the suddenness of it knocking the air from your lungs. His hands bracket your face, holding you still as he devours your mouth, pouring all the tension and promise of the past hour into it.

After a long, breathless moment, Yunho pulls back just enough for you both to draw in a shaky breath.

His forehead rests against yours, his lips barely brushing yours, the smallest contact still electric. His voice is low, almost a growl, when he whispers, “You still want this?”

You open your eyes, finding his already locked onto yours, dark and searching for any doubts or hesitation.

“I want this,” you breathe, no hesitation, only need. “I want you. Please… show me why you’re the only person I should be thinking about.”

Something shifts in Yunho’s gaze then something deeper, something hungry.

Yunho doesn’t wait another second.

He swoops down, capturing your lips in another hungry kiss, more desperate than the last. The wet slide of your tongues against each other sends a throbbing sensation down to your core.

His hands find their way under your shirt, fingertips skimming your heated skin before tugging the fabric up and over your head. You barely register it being discarded somewhere behind you, too lost in him to care.

You stumble together through the apartment, hands roaming, lips never parting for long, bumping into walls and furniture in your frantic attempt to reach the bedroom.

“God, look how desperate you are to get fucked " Yunho groans after pulling away. "You have boyfriend but you offered yourself up to me without a second thought.”

You whimper, your face burning with embarrassment and arousal at his words.

“Yunho,” you whine, his name a desperate plea slipping from your lips, your body arching instinctively closer to him.

He smiles wickedly, clearly savoring every second of your pleading.

"Huh, what is it baby?" Yunho asks, and adds lowly, "You going to deny it? You were practically trying to get me to fuck you on the train. I bet you would have let me if it were legal. I could have had you pull my cock out in front of all those people and you would have let me have my way with you."

“N-no,” you try to deny, but even to your own ears it sounds pathetically weak.

“It’s not like that,” you insist, voice trembling.

Yunho cocks his head, eyes dark and unreadable.

“It’s not?” he repeats, mockingly gentle, gaze dropping to your skirt. His voice dips lower, commanding.

“Then take off your skirt and let me see.”

Your breath catches.

For a moment, you hesitate caught between embarrassment and the aching need pooling between your thighs.

Biting your lip, you kick off your shoes first, taking the extra step without even being told. With trembling fingers, you reach for the hem of your skirt and slowly shimmy it down your hips, letting it fall to the floor in a soft whisper of fabric.

You’re left standing there in just your panties and bra feeling completely exposed under his gaze.

Yunho hums low in his throat, a sound full of approval and dark satisfaction as he steps closer, eyes raking slowly over you.

You stand there as he reaches between your thighs, his finger tips brushing against the damp fabric teasingly as he clicks his tongue in mock disapproval.

Your eyes clench shut in humiliation.

“Just as I thought,” he murmurs, voice rough with arousal.

You whimper softly, body instinctively leaning into his touch even as your cheeks burn with humiliation.

“Liar,” Yunho says, as he presses a little harder, his fingers now fully cupping the soaked heat between your legs.

The action makes your knees nearly buckle and you grasp his arm for balance.

“Yunho,” you whimper, voice breaking with need. “Please…”

He only smiles, ignoring your plea.

His hand trails up your side, fingers lightly brushing your ribcage before he lets his palm rest just beneath your breast, teasing the lace edge of your bra. His eyes stay locked on yours, enjoying every second of your unraveling.

“You dressed up so pretty for him,” he says, voice low and taunting as he looks over your matching red bra and panties. His gaze lingers, dark and appreciative. “It looks so good against your skin.”

“Too bad he’s not here to enjoy it, but don’t worry I will. Can’t let your effort go to waste.”

Yunho steps back, just a few inches—but the sudden lack of his touch leaves you feeling dizzy, your thoughts hazy with lust.

You suck in a shaky breath, trying to gather yourself, but it’s almost impossible with the way he’s looking at you.

Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he gestures to himself.

“Take off my clothes,” he says, voice low.

Your fingers twitch at your sides, for a brief second you hesitate but then you step closer, hands trembling slightly as you reach for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, exposing his smooth, taut skin and the defined muscles of his chest.

He watches you the whole time, his gaze heavy, heated, silent.

You toss the shirt aside and let your hands trail over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under your palms, reveling in the way his muscles tense beneath your touch.

Your hands move lower, to the waistband of his jeans, fingers fumbling a little as you undo the button and slowly lower the zipper, your breath catching when you feel how hard he already is for you, straining against the fabric.

Yunho doesn’t move to help you. He just watches, letting you undress him at your own pace, feeding off your eagerness.

You slide his jeans down his hips, revealing the thick outline of his cock straining against his boxers. Your mouth goes dry at the sight, hands trembling slightly as you push both his jeans and underwear down together.

Yunho steps out of them casually, towering over you, his body radiating heat and restrained power.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking your cheek tenderly as you rise up. “You listen so well when you’re desperate.”

“Thank you,” you whisper quietly hands clenching in anticipation.

Without another word, Yunho scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you the few steps to your bed. He lays you down carefully, his eyes drinking in the sight of you splayed out beneath him panting, and beautiful.

He’s on you, hovering above, braced on his arms as he dips down to capture your lips in another searing kiss.

Your mouths move together frantically, tongues sliding, teeth grazing, breathing each other in like you’re the only oxygen you both need.

He presses his body against yours, skin to skin, the hard length of him settling between your thighs. You can feel the heat and weight of him, even without him being inside you yet, and it makes you squirm, desperate for more friction.

Yunho groans into your mouth, the sound raw and deep, and grinds his hips into yours slowly, just enough to tease, to make you whimper against his lips.

You gasp when you feel his hand trail lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties—already clinging damply to your heat.

With one sharp, deliberate tug, he pulls them down your thighs, letting the ruined fabric fall somewhere forgotten on the side of the bed. His hands roam back up, sliding along your bare thighs, spreading them apart.

You feel the cool air brush your slick folds, and you shudder in anticipation.

Yunho pulls back just enough to look down at you, his dark eyes raking over your flushed face, your heaving chest, and your bare wet pussy.

“So fucking pretty,” he mutters almost to himself, thumb brushing teasingly along the sensitive skin of your clit, making you writhe beneath him.

He leans in, pressing his cock against your slick entrance, but doesn’t push in yet, teasing you with little shallow thrusts that have you whimpering, desperate for more.

“Tell me you want it,” he says, voice rough, almost pleading as he teases your soaked entrance.

“Please, please, please,” you gasp, the words tumbling out of your mouth without thought, only raw need.

“Please—fuck me. Please, Yunho—oh!”

The tail end of your desperate plea breaks into a moan as Yunho finally gives you what you’ve been begging for.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he presses the thick head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open, dragging along your slick, desperate walls.

Your head falls back against the mattress, mouth open in a silent cry, your body instinctively arching to take him deeper.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Yunho groans, his voice almost pained as he sinks in further, inch by inch. His hands grip your thighs tightly, holding you open for him as he pushes in until he’s fully seated inside you, balls resting against your ass.

You clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as your body adjusts around him, so full it almost hurts but in the most delicious, intoxicating way.

Yunho leans down, his forehead pressing to yours again as he breathes out harshly, “I’m going to send you back to your boyfriend full of my cum.”

And then he pulls back slowly—only to thrust back in hard, stealing the air from your lungs, making you cry out his name.

“Yunho,” you cry out, voice high and broken as he thrusts back into you with precision. “I–I can feel you so deep.”

Your legs wrap instinctively around his waist, trying to pull him even closer, even deeper, chasing the overwhelming fullness that makes your head spin.

Yunho groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin as he presses his forehead to the crook of your neck.

“Yeah,” he growls against your throat, hips snapping forward harder, the rhythm picking up. “Look at you—so fucking good for me, so perfect wrapped around my cock. Can your boyfriend fuck you like this?”

You can only sob in response, fingers scrambling for purchase across his broad back, overwhelmed by every thrust that hits the spot deep inside you that has your toes curling.

Each grind of his hips presses your clit deliciously against his pelvis, sending sparks dancing up your spine, your orgasm already beginning to coil tight and fast in your belly.

Yunho doesn’t let up, his thrusts steady and brutal, each word from his mouth filthy and laced with dark amusement as he drives you closer to the edge.

“What if your boyfriend is on his way right now, huh?” he growls into your ear, voice low and taunting. “What would he think walking in and seeing you like this?

You sob out a broken moan, hips jerking up to meet his every thrust, the humiliating image sending a fresh wave of heat rushing through your body.

“You don’t care, do you?” Yunho keeps going, rubbing relentless circles against your clit, his cock grinding so deep inside you it steals your breath.

“You just wanted to be fucked. That’s what you were really upset about. So you decided to bring home a stranger to fuck you like the needy whore you are.”

The filthy words shatter the last thread of your control.

Your walls clench tight around him, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. You cry out his name, high and desperate, body trembling violently beneath him as pleasure explodes through you.

Yunho groans deep in his chest, hips stuttering as clenching walls milks him, his control slipping fast.

“Cum, cum inside of me, Yunho,” you beg shamelessly, voice wrecked and needy. “Please, Yunho. Please.”

Your words, desperate and pleading, shatter whatever restraint he had left.

Yunho growls low and primal, slamming into you hard enough to rattle the headboard against the wall, his hips jerking erratically as he fucks you through the last waves of your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, gonna fill you up,” he grits out, his thrusts becoming sloppy, chasing his own release. “Gonna stuff you so full you’ll feel me for days.”

With a final deep thrust, Yunho buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing thick and hot inside you as he cums, filling you completely.

You feel it, the rush of warmth flooding your pussy and the feeling alone has you moaning again, body trembling from the aftershocks as you clench down greedily.

Yunho stays inside you for a long moment, panting against your neck, one hand smoothing up and down your thigh as if grounding you both.

“Beautiful,” Yunho sighs, voice thick with satisfaction as he presses one last, lingering kiss to your lips. Slowly, he unhooks your legs from around his waist, handling you gently like he’s afraid you’ll break.

You whimper softly when he pulls out of you, a gush of his cum leaking out and making you blush under his heated gaze.

His eyes linger there for a moment, dark and possessive, before he murmurs, “I’ll be back in a minute,” and reluctantly pulls away.

From the bed, you watch him as he crosses the room, completely unashamed in his nudity, muscles flexing with every step.

You trail your eyes over every inch of him. Broad back, narrow hips, strong thighs. You feel your heart flutter in your chest.

The sound of the sink running reaches your ears, soft and steady, a strange comfort in the silence that settles over the room.

You relax back into the bed, boneless and spent, letting the exhaustion and lingering pleasure pull you under slightly.

When Yunho returns, towel in hand, his touch is careful and reverent as he cleans you up, murmuring quiet, affectionate things under his breath like you’re something precious.

Each pass of the warm cloth between your legs sends little aftershocks through you, but you can’t bring yourself to shy away, too lost in the haze of how deeply you trust him already.

When he’s finished, Yunho tosses the towel aside and crawls back into bed, gathering you into his arms, pulling the covers up over you both.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” Yunho whispers, his voice low and tender, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your neck.

You hum sleepily in response, a small, contented smile curving your lips. Warmth spreads through your chest at his words, wrapping around your heart like a blanket.

This was the best anniversary present yet.

Authors note: Surprise!!!! If you couldn’t tell by that ending, they were actually roleplaying for their anniversary, something Y/N asked Yunho for a few days prior. that’s part of the reason why no condoms were used because the character is on birth control and they are really a couple. I didn’t want to include it in the trigger warnings because it would have ruined the surprise, lol.