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You had never felt anything like this before and you both couldn't get enough, taking every opportunity to get completely lost in each other.

Pressed against the hallway wall the second he walked through the door in his uniform, mouths hungry, clothes quickly discarded, both of you laughing breathlessly between desperate kisses.

Bent over the bakery kitchen counter after closing while he whispered filthy praise in your ear, one hand tangled in your braid, the other gripping your hip as he moved deep and slow.

Slow and sleepy in the early morning light, him still half-dreaming as he pulled you back against his chest and slid into you from behind, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

It was perfect and you never wanted it to end.

Yunho called just as you were wiping down the last of the counters.

“Hey, Chef!” “Got plans tonight, or are you free to get completely destroyed at air hockey by the reigning neighborhood champion?”

You chuckled at the excitement in his voice, leaning against the display case. “Reigning champion huh? And that game we played just last week? If I remember correctly, I smoked your hot ass.”

“Temporary setback,” he shot back. “I’ve been training. Mentally. Emotionally. Possibly illegally. Pick you up at seven?”

“You’re on. But don’t cry when I win.”

“Please. I’m an officer of the law. We don’t cry. We just… recalibrate. See you at seven.”

Right on time the doorbell rang and you opened the door to find Yunho standing there, looking unfairly handsome. He wore a soft black long-sleeve shirt, the top buttons left undone, sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Dark jeans, clean sneakers, a light jacket. Simple. Casual. You could feel heat pooling in your belly already just from the sight of him.

You had chosen your outfit with care -a delicate lacy white tank top that hugged your curves and offered a soft, tempting view of your cleavage, paired with a short black skirt. Your hair was down, a few strands framing your face.

Yunho’s eyes slowly traveled from your face to the lace, then lower, then back up again. You could see the heat settling in his eyes.

“You look… incredible,” he said, voice low. Then pondering to himself,

“But… it feels like something is missing…

Before you could ask what, he stepped forward, guiding you gently but firmly back inside. The door clicked shut behind him. It took him no more than a second to have you pinned against the wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other already sliding up the outside of your thigh.

“Yunho- ?”

His mouth found the sensitive spot just below your ear, warm and open.

“Shh. Just a second.”

His fingers slipped beneath the hem of your skirt, tracing higher until they brushed the edge of your underwear. He pushed the fabric aside without hesitation and slid two long fingers into you in one smooth, knowing move. A shocked gasp tore from your throat.

“Yunho!”

He groaned softly against your neck, feeling how wet you already were. “Fuck…my good girl, always ready for me.” His fingers curled, finding that perfect spot with practiced ease, thrusting deep and steady while his thumb circled your clit in slow, deliberate pressure.

Your head tipped back against the wall, hands fisting in his shirt. Every stroke sent bright sparks of pleasure racing through you. He kept kissing your neck, murmuring filthy, affectionate praise between each press of his mouth. “So soft… so tight… my pretty little chef…”, while his fingers worked you open ruthlessly.

You came hard and sudden, thighs trembling, a broken cry of his name spilling from your lips as pleasure crashed over you. Yunho held you through it, fingers still moving gently until the last wave faded.

Only then did he slowly withdraw his hand. He looked at your flushed, dazed face, cheeks pink, lips parted, eyes glassy, tilted his head and gave a small, satisfied smile.

“Yup. Perfect. See that?”

He turned you toward the hallway mirror, still standing close behind you. “That pretty flush… those sexy bedroom eyes.

Elevates the whole look.”

He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth, tasted you slowly, watching your reflection the entire time -clearly enjoying how flustered you looked. Then he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the picture of satisfaction.

“Ready for the gaming hall, gorgeous?”

Still breathless and a little shaky, you met his eyes in the mirror, cheeks burning even

hotter at how completely undone you looked.

“Well, someone is very pleased with himself”,

Your voice came out low and warm with lingering pleasure.

Yunho’s lips curved into a slow, satisfied smirk.

“Oh…Absolutely.”

He took your hand, opened the door again, and led you out to the car, both of you still chuckling.

Stepping into the gaming hall was an immediate sensory overload. Blinding neon, electronic music thumping through the floor, the constant clatter of tokens and the distant electronic sound of someone losing spectacularly at a racing game.

Yunho bought an almost comical tower of tokens and presented half of them to you with an exaggerated formal bow, as if he were bestowing a royal treasure.

“I challenge you, milady!”

You accepted the tokens with an equally dramatic courtesy. “I gladly accept, milord.”

Yunho straightened, giving you a playful nudge with his elbow. ”Try not to cry when I take home the glory. I’ve been visualising victory all week.”

Rolling your eyes, you followed him.

First stop: the basketball arcade. Yunho looked almost illegally well-suited for it, tall and long limbed. He sank shot after shot with the calm precision of someone who had definitely practiced in secret. The ball swished through the net so consistently it was borderline rude.

You managed a few respectable throws, but he still crushed you. “Height advantage,” you accused, hands on your hips, pouting.

Yunho only shrugged, looking far too pleased with himself. “I prefer the term ‘totally fair genetic lottery win.’ Also known as being tall and devastatingly talented.”

You pointed a finger at him, huffing. “I’m docking points for arrogance.”

Yunho only grinned wider. “It’s not arrogance when I'm simply stating facts, Chef.”

Next came the racing simulators. Side by side in the plastic seats, you both leaned hard into every turn, shouting over the roaring engines. Little did he know about your hidden racer talent. You edged him out by half a second on the final lap and threw your arms up in victory while Yunho groaned and slumped back against the seat, defeated.

“Lucky,” he muttered.

“Skill,” you corrected sweetly. “And excellent steering. And superior concentration.”

He held up a hand in surrender. “Okay, okay. Temporary setback. Well played, gorgeous.”

Then it was off to air hockey.

The two of you walked over to the glowing table, still trading light jabs from the racing game. Yunho set his tokens down with resolve.

“Alright, Chef. No more luck. This is pure skill.” You only smiled and took your place opposite him.

The table hummed between you. Yunho was good- quick wrists, sharp focus -but you had a secret weapon, or actually…two.

Every time he lined up a serious shot, you leaned forward just a little more. The delicate lace of your top dipped lower, the soft swell of your breasts pressing against the edge of the table under the neon lights. His eyes dropped before he could stop them, lingering a second too long. The puck sailed straight into his goal.

“Y/N…” he said, voice low and suspicious.

“What? I'm just playing the game.”

Then a puck bounced off the side and rolled toward the floor. You bent to pick it up slowly, back arched just enough that the short skirt rode higher up your thighs. You straightened, met his gaze, and brought a finger to your mouth, smiling while you lightly traced the soft curve of your lips, carefully watching the effect it had on him. “Oopsie…how clumsy of me.”

Yunho’s grip on the mallet tightened. He swallowed heavily…and missed the next few shots completely. By the final buzzer the score was very one-sided.

Yunho stared at it, then at you, and let out a low, breathless laugh that was more heat than humor. He came around the table and leaned in close, voice rough against your ear.

“You will pay for this later…with interest.”

“Promise?”, you answered with a playful smile, heart beating a little faster.

The drive home started light. Yunho’s hand settled on your thigh, warm and steady. His thumb stroked slow circles that gradually moved higher. You shifted in your seat, letting your knees fall open just a little, giving him more room. His eyes flicked to yours in the glow of the dashboard. You held the look, pulse quickening, until he had to force his attention back to the road.

By the time he parked in front of your building things had gotten tense and heated again.

Yunho killed the engine and got out, walking around to open your door. As you stepped onto the sidewalk smiling to yourself he raised an eyebrow.

“What are you smiling about huh?”

You gave him a look. “Maybe I was just thinking about how easily I destroyed you out there.” He let out a short laugh, shaking his head as he closed the car door. “Destroyed is a strong word. I was… strategically distracted.”

“Uh-huh.”

He reached for your hand and tugged you in closer, still smiling. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to have to remind you how easily these hands can destroy you.”

You raised an eyebrow, voice light and challenging. “Oh really…? I don't know, you might need to remind me…”

Yunho’s grin turned a little sharper. He pulled you in and kissed you warmly. You laughed against his mouth as he walked you backward to the house, the two of you trading soft, breathless kisses and quiet laughter the whole way. He kept guiding you until your back hit the apartment door…

which swung open under the pressure.

Both of you froze.

Yunho’s body went still against yours. The easy heat vanished in an instant. He pulled back just enough to look at the open door, then at you, voice quiet and careful.

“Did you leave it open?”

Your stomach dropped. “No. I locked it. I always lock it.”

He gently but firmly moved you behind him, one hand already reaching for the light switch while the other stayed near his waistband out of pure instinct.

“Stay right here,” he said, voice low and steady. “Don’t move.”

He stepped inside first, flipping on lights as he went, checking corners, the living room, the hallway, the bedroom. His posture was controlled, methodical, with every sense on high alert. Only when he had cleared the entire apartment did he come back to you, jaw tight.

Nothing looks displaced, but someone was definitely here. This lock was forced.”

Your stomach dropped further. You walked in slowly, eyes scanning the familiar space that suddenly felt wrong. Everything looked almost normal… until you reached the kitchen.

On the counter, sitting neatly in the center like it had been placed there on purpose, was a thin silver necklace.

Your blood ran cold.

You knew that necklace. The small pendant, the delicate chain. It was the one he had given you. The one you had left behind when you packed your things and moved out.

Yunho noticed the way you had gone still. He moved closer, voice careful.

“Y/N… what is that?”

You swallowed hard, fingers trembling as you forced yourself to speak. For a second the words wouldn’t come. You stared at the necklace, the old familiar dread creeping back in like it had never really left.

“I… it’s from my ex.” Your voice came out small. “I was in a relationship about a year ago. I left him.” You had to pause, drawing a shaky breath.

“He didn’t take the breakup well. At all. He kept showing up, calling and waiting outside my old place. I changed my number, blocked him everywhere… and eventually I just left town. Packed what I could and came here. I thought I’d put enough distance between us.”

You finally looked up at Yunho. The weight of it sat heavy in your chest, mixed with something else… shame that you hadn’t told him sooner.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, Yunho. I just… I wanted to forget about it. I never thought…Oh my God.” Your mind was racing, spinning in all directions.

Yunho’s expression hardened, but it wasn’t just the cop in him reacting. Something personal and fiercely protective came over him as he glanced once more at the necklace, then back at you. He pulled out his phone without hesitation.

“I’m calling it in,” he said, voice steady even as his free hand came to rest lightly on your arm. “Forced entry, possible stalking situation. We’ll get a report on file and have someone come check the place properly. What’s his name?”

“Daniel. Daniel Hayes.”

He made the call quickly and professionally, giving the address and a brief summary, then hung up and looked at you again. The hardness in his face softened when his eyes met yours.

“You’re not staying here tonight.” His tone left no room for argument, but it was gentle. “Pack a bag. Clothes, whatever you need for a few days. You’re coming home with me.”

He stepped closer, both hands now resting lightly on your arms, grounding you.

“We are going to handle this…you and me. You’re not dealing with it alone.”

Yunho’s apartment was quiet and dimly lit when you arrived. He locked the door behind you, set your bag down and guided you to the couch. He sat first, then gently pulled you down with him, tucking you against his side so your head could rest on his chest. One arm settled securely around your shoulders, while his other hand found yours and held it loosely.

For a while he didn’t push. He just let you breathe, his thumb stroking slow, steady circles over the back of your hand. The solid warmth of him, the quiet rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, made everything seem less dark and you could slowly feel yourself calming down.

Eventually his voice came, low and tentative.

“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” he said. “But I’m here. And I want to listen… if you’re ready.”

You were quiet for a long moment, staring at your joined hands. The words felt heavy, stuck somewhere in your throat. Yunho didn’t rush you, giving you the space to find them.

“It wasn’t always bad,” you started softly. “At the beginning it was… perfect. He was charming, attentive. Always texting, always wanting to be around me. I thought that was just how much he cared.”

Your fingers tightened slightly around Yunho's.

“Then the little things started. He’d get quiet and cold if I went out with friends. He’d question why I needed to dress up if it wasn’t for him. He’d check my phone ‘just because.’ It was never a big fight at first -just this constant pressure. Like I was slowly being made smaller and smaller so I could fit into the version of me he wanted.”

Yunho’s arm around you stayed steady, but you felt the subtle tension in his body, the way he was listening carefully.

“I kept making excuses for him,” you continued, voice barely above a whisper. “Telling myself I was overreacting. That it was normal to be jealous when you love someone.

Until one night he grabbed my arm. Hard. Hard enough to leave bruises. The look in his eyes when he did it… that was the moment I knew I had to get out. So I waited until he left for work the next morning, packed what I could carry, and left.” You swallowed, the old fear going through you even now. “I never looked back. I just… walked away.”

The apartment was very quiet when you finished. Yunho didn’t speak right away. He only shifted enough to press a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head, his hold on you tightening just a little -protective, grounding.

“Thank you for telling me,” he murmured against your hair. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. You didn’t deserve any of that. But you’re safe now. I’ve got you. We will get through this…together.

Yunho didn’t ask any more questions. He simply held you, one hand stroking slowly up and down your back. After a while he guided you both to lie down more fully on the couch, pulling the soft throw blanket over the two of you.

“Sleep,” he murmured against your hair. “I’ve got you. Nothing’s getting through that door tonight.”

You closed your eyes, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Little by little the tension drained from your body. Yunho’s breathing slowed into the deep rhythm of sleep, and you followed soon after -still safely tucked against him, his arms never loosening.

Yunho’s breath hitched. 

The confusion instantly turned into heat as he slowly sank down onto the thick rug beneath the chain, thighs spreading wide. He looked up at you with dark, needy eyes, the chain dangling just above his head.

You reached down and pulled the silk strap free from his shirt, the fabric gliding smoothly through your fingers. “Do you trust me?”

He swallowed hard, head tilting back slightly as he gazed at you, throat exposed. His voice came out low and rough with want.

“Yes… Yes, I do.”

The words sent a rush through you. You took his wrists, binding them together with the cool silk strap, then stretched his long arms up and secured them to the hanging chain. 

The height was perfect - arms fully extended overhead, body forced into a deep arch.

His shoulders flexed, chest pushed forward as the satin pulled tight and shiny across his muscles. His back curved beautifully, hips tilted, black pants already straining over his growing erection.

You stepped in close, fisting your hand in his soft pink hair, and yanked his head back, exposing his long neck. Then you crashed your mouth to his in a messy, hungry kiss - all tongue and teeth, devouring him while he moaned into your mouth and tugged against the chain.

When you finally pulled away, his eyes were glazed over with raw want.

You walked a few steps back, just far enough for him to have a perfect view but not be able to reach you. Standing there in your sheer baby blue lace, you slowly slid your hand down your body while holding his gaze.

Yunho’s eyes widened, dark and desperate, as you slipped your fingers into your panties and started touching yourself right in front of him.

“Fuck… baby, please -” His voice was already wrecked.

You worked your fingers over your clit in slow, teasing circles, then pushed two inside, letting out a soft moan that made his hips jerk forward uselessly.

His arms strained hard against the silk and chain, the metal links clinking and rattling with every desperate pull. The cuffs creaked as he fought to get free, muscles flexing, chest heaving under the satin shirt. Sweat was already starting to glisten on his neck and collarbones.

The look on his face was pure torment - eyes blown wide, lips parted, pink hair messy as he moaned helplessly. He couldn’t look away from your fingers moving inside your lace panties, from the way your thighs trembled and your breath hitched.

“Bad girl… you’re killing me,” he groaned, tugging harder. The chain rattled again, louder this time. His cock was straining painfully against his pants, a wet spot forming on the fabric as he watched you pleasure yourself.

You kept going, moaning his name softly, fingers moving faster until your legs started shaking. Yunho looked like he was losing his mind - eyes glassy with need, biting his lip hard, arms flexing and pulling so intensely that the entire chain shifted with his movements.

Only when you were dripping and right on the edge did you finally walk back to him. 

Standing over him, you slowly pushed his pants and underwear down his thighs, freeing his aching cock. It slapped heavily against his stomach, flushed and leaking.

Then you straddled him properly, sinking into his lap on the rug. You took your time opening the buttons of his shirt, spreading the glossy fabric wide so it framed his toned chest and abs like an offering while he looked on helplessly.

Your hands roamed everywhere - teasing his nipples, dragging your nails lightly down his stomach, wrapping your fingers around his cock and stroking him slowly while he shuddered beneath you.

“Fuck… please, I need you,” he rasped, voice hoarse, hips twitching up into your fist.You leaned in close, lips brushing his ear.

“Poor baby… all tied up and aching for me. Look at you - so pretty when you’re this desperate.”

You leaned in and kissed him again - messy and hungry, all tongue and desperation. Yunho moaned into it, tugging against the chain, hips twitching helplessly.

“Please…” he whispered against your lips when you finally pulled back, completely breathless.

Still straddling him in your lace lingerie, you rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked panties, teasing him mercilessly - sliding it along your folds but not letting him inside yet.

He tilted his head back just enough to expose his gorgeous neck, giving you the perfect view of him falling apart while you rocked against him.

You gave his cock one more slow, torturous stroke, thumb swiping over the leaking tip. Only then, when he was trembling and whimpering did you finally pull your lace panties aside. You lined him up and sank down onto him in one long, smooth glide, taking every inch until he was buried deep inside you.

The stretch pulled a broken moan from both of you. You started riding him with deep, filthy rolls of your hips, using the chain for leverage to pull yourself down onto him harder.

The silk binding and chain kept his arms taut overhead, forcing a perfect arched position while you fucked yourself on his cock. The satin shirt bunched and slid sensually between your bodies, damp with sweat.

“Fuck… baby,” he gasped, voice hoarse, hips snapping up desperately to meet you. Every tug on the chain made his arms strain higher, deepening the arch in his back and pressing his chest harder against yours.

You kept his head yanked back by the hair, sucking marks into his neck while you rode him faster. The wet sounds of skin meeting skin and the faint metallic clink of the chain filled the room. Yunho was trembling, thighs flexing, completely surrendered and lost in pleasure.

When you finally whispered “Come for me,” he shattered with a raw, broken cry - head still pulled back, body convulsing as he spilled deep inside you.

The feeling sent you over the edge right after, clenching around him hard as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

As you both came down, you released the chain, gently lowering his arms and untying the silk. Yunho immediately pulled you against his chest, burying his face in your neck, still breathing heavily.

“You installed a hook,” he murmured, voice wrecked and amused, pressing soft kisses to your skin. “I love you so fucking much, baby.”

A slow, lazy smile curved his lips. He reached across the bed, already craving the feel of her warm skin… but found only cool, empty sheets.

His eyes opened. The spot beside him was empty, the pillow still holding the faint impression of her head. For half a second he got worried, until the most incredible smell drifted into the room and wrapped around him like a warm blanket.

Vanilla. Cinnamon. Butter. Something sweet and unmistakably her. His stomach rumbled, making him realize he was starving. His heart though….it did a quiet little flip. She was up. Cooking. For them.

He sat up, ran a hand through his tousled dark hair and swung his legs out of bed. Wearing just his boxers he padded quietly down the short hallway, following the scent like a man on a mission.

When he reached the kitchen, he paused in the doorway, one shoulder leaning against the frame, and simply looked.

She was standing at the stove in his oversized dark flannel, the hem skimming her bare thighs, her hair messy and soft in the morning light. The sight of her there - in his clothes, doing something so simple and domestic - made warmth swell in his chest.

He stepped closer and slid his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her gently back against his bare chest. His hands slid under the shirt, settling warm over her stomach as he tucked his face into the curve of her neck, breathing her in.

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You got up early to cook breakfast.

Your French toast recipe was to die for - thick slices of brioche soaked in vanilla-cinnamon custard, cooked until golden and crisp on the edges, finished with a generous dusting of powdered sugar and a lot of maple syrup.

You wanted to surprise Yunho. After everything that had happened between you last night, it felt like the right way to start the morning.

Yunho, who had stepped into your life so unexpectedly and swept you clean off your feet. Yunho, who made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. Yunho, who had touched you last night like he already knew every inch of you until you were gasping his name like a prayer.

The memory alone sent a warm flush creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. You bit your lip, smiling to yourself as you flipped another slice in the pan.

The soft sound of bare feet on the kitchen floor pulled you from your thoughts.

Before you could turn around, strong arms slid around your waist from behind. A warm, bare chest pressed against your back as Yunho pulled you gently into him. His chin rested on your shoulder, and you could feel the smile in his voice before he even spoke.

“Hey, baby.”

The low, sleepy rasp of it made your stomach flutter. His hands splayed warmly across your stomach, thumbs brushing slow, absent circles under the fabric of his flannel that you were wearing.

You leaned back into him with a soft hum, the spatula still in your hand. “Morning.”

He nuzzled lightly into the side of your neck, voice still rough with sleep. “Smells incredible in here.” 

You smiled, cheeks still warm from your earlier thoughts. “Yes…well. I figured you earned it after such an excellent performance last night.”

Yunho let out a quiet, pleased laugh against your skin. “Excellent, huh? Good. I always aim to please. Also ..I’m never letting you go if this is what I get to wake up to. My own personal chef.” He gave you a playful squeeze. “Lucky me.”

You glanced over your shoulder at him, one eyebrow raised. “Personal chef, huh? Does that job come with benefits, Officer?”

His arms tightened around you as he grinned. “I would have to taste test first of course. But upon satisfaction I’m very open to negotiations.”

You let out a soft, amused laugh, the sound warm against the quiet sizzle of the pan. Looking over your shoulder, you raised the spatula with a small, perfectly golden piece of French toast already on it and held it just in front of his mouth.

“Well then,” you said, “you’d better start right now. I take customer satisfaction very seriously.”

Yunho’s grin widened. He leaned forward and took the bite straight from the spatula, humming low in approval as the sweet, cinnamon-vanilla flavor hit his tongue.

“Mmm…” he murmured after swallowing, arms still loosely wrapped around you. “Hard to tell. I might have to do a very thorough inspection. Multiple rounds. Just to be sure.”

You turned in his arms just enough to face him properly, one hand resting lightly on his bare chest. With a small smile, you reached over and cut another piece of French toast, making sure it was soaked in syrup. You slowly brought the fork up.

Yunho’s eyes stayed on yours as he slowly opened his mouth and took it, humming in approval. A bit of powdered sugar dusted his lip, and you wiped it away with your thumb before offering him another bite. He ate that one even slower, never looking away from you.

A slow heat began to curl low in your stomach. You looked up at him, your voice coming out a little breathy.

“So…” you whispered, “do I get the job?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he caught your wrist gently in his hand and brought your thumb that had just brushed the sugar from his lip - to his mouth. 

His eyes were locked on yours as he slowly parted his lips and took it into his mouth, tongue brushing warm and deliberate over the pad of your thumb before he gave it a soft little suck.

You found yourself breathless at the sight of him sucking on your finger like that. Releasing it with a quiet hum, he said softly,

“Mmmm….so yummy.”

He then leaned in slowly and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. His hands slid up your sides, warm and steady, until one came up to cradle the side of your neck. His thumb stroked gently along your jaw as he finally spoke, voice low and rough against your lips.

“However….I think I need to taste a little more first before making my final decision”

Before you could respond, his warm mouth was on the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. He didn’t rush. He lingered there, lips parted, letting the heat of his breath and the slow drag of his tongue savor the skin.

A soft, helpless sound escaped you as your fingers curled into the bare skin of his chest.

Yunho made a quiet, pleased noise, like he was savoring the way you were responding to his touch.

His mouth moved lower, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck. Every touch was unhurried, worshipful, as he took his time - tasting, nipping lightly, soothing the spot with his tongue, all the while making your legs go completely weak.

You were powerless against it.

Your head tipped back on its own, giving him more access, his lips traveling along your throat as you softly moaned in absolute bliss.

One of his hands slipped beneath the hem of the flannel, palm sliding up the bare skin of your thigh with incredible tenderness. God his hands…they felt so good. He didn’t grab - he caressed, like he was memorizing the feel of you.

When his mouth reached the hollow at the base of your throat, he paused there, breathing you in, before placing another slow, savoring kiss right over your racing pulse.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered against your skin, voice warm and thick with affection.

I love the way your body responds to me, baby.” 

You could barely form a reply. Your fingers had slid up into his hair without you realizing, holding on like he was the only thing keeping you upright.

Yunho lifted his head just enough to look at you. His eyes were dark, soft, and full of heat. He brushed his nose against yours once, gently, before finally capturing your mouth in a deep, slow kiss.

It was everything at once - tender and hungry, like he wanted to drink you in. You melted into it completely, arms wrapped around his neck as he kissed you like nothing else existed but you and him.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathless.

His hands slid down to your thighs and in one smooth motion he lifted you up, strong arms supporting you easily as your legs wrapped around his waist and you rested your head on his shoulder, all blissed out from the feeling of his mouth all over your neck

The oversized flannel rode up, but you barely noticed. All you could feel was the solid warmth of him, the way his hands gripped you like he never wanted to let go.

The walk to the bedroom was short, but he took his time, stopping once to press you gently against the hallway wall just so he could kiss you again, his tongue moving against yours like he was trying to taste all of you.

Your fingers stayed buried in his hair, your body soft and pliant in his arms.

By the time he laid you down on the bed, you were already breathless and completely undone.

Yunho hovered over you for a moment, eyes dark and soft as they traced your face. A small smile tugged at his lips.

“You know what?” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “You’re hired. Effective immediately. Full benefits package included.”

He paused for a second, then added with a gentler tone, “What do you say… ‘Chef’?”

The nickname lingered in the air between you. You looked up at him with a soft, curious smile.

“ ‘Chef’? Oh yeah?”

Yunho’s expression softened even more. He brushed his thumb along your cheek as he answered.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “It fits. My beautiful green-eyed chef.” 

You looked at him warmly, your fingers lightly tracing his jaw. “I like it,” you said softly.

Yunho’s eyes darkened with affection and heat. He opened his mouth to say something else, but you didn’t give him the chance.

You pushed gently at his chest. He let you roll him onto his back without resistance, watching you with dark, heated eyes as you swung your leg over him and straddled his hips.

The oversized flannel had already slipped off one shoulder. Slowly and deliberate, you started undoing the buttons one by one. 

Yunho’s gaze followed every movement, his breathing growing heavier the lower your fingers went. When the last button came loose, you let the flannel slide off your shoulders and fall behind you, giving him a full view of your now fully naked body.

His eyes darkened as they roamed over you -  taking in every inch like he was trying to memorize the sight. His hands settled on your thighs, thumbs stroking slow circles against your skin, but he didn’t rush you.

He just looked up at you, completely captivated. You leaned down, bracing your hands on either side of his head, your hair falling around both of you as you whispered against his lips,

“My turn.”

You kissed him first - slow and deep - before sliding down his body. Your mouth moved slowly over his chest, tasting his warm, soft skin with your tongue.

A delicious sound slipped from him as you reverently worked your way lower - low and breathy, like pure sin.

When you reached the waistband of his boxers, you glanced up at him through your lashes.

Yunho’s breathing was turning heavy now, his eyes locked on you firmly. You definitely had his attention.

You took your time pulling his boxers down. He was hard, and the low groan that left him when you wrapped your hand around him sent a fresh rush of heat through you.

You started slow.

Soft kisses along his length, your tongue tracing him with deliberate care while your hands softly caressed him. When you finally took him into your mouth, Yunho’s head tipped back against the pillow with a quiet, broken sound. 

One of his hands found your hair, fingers threading through it gently as he tried to stay still for you.

“Fuck…” he breathed, voice rough with pleasure.

You hummed around him and the vibration pulled another low groan from his chest. You took him deeper, savoring every reaction - the way his thighs tensed, the soft sounds he made, the way his fingers tightened slightly in your hair.

After a few minutes, you pulled off and crawled back up his body. Yunho’s eyes were dark and glassy with want as he looked up at you. You reached between you, lined him up with your entrance and slowly sank down onto him.

A soft moan slipped from your lips as you took him all the way. Yunho’s hands immediately found your hips, but he didn’t take over - he just held you, letting you set the rhythm.

You started slow, rolling your hips in deep, deliberate movements. His hands slid up, warm palms caressing your waist as he watched you ride him with open admiration.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice thick. “Look at you…”

You leaned back slightly, hands braced on his thighs as you moved faster, chasing the pleasure building inside you. Yunho’s eyes stayed on you, drinking in every detail.

One of his hands slipped between your bodies, thumb circling your clit in time with your movements.

“That’s it baby,” he encouraged, voice low and warm. “Take from me what you want.”

You came with a soft cry, thighs shaking as the pleasure crashed over you. Yunho followed right after, hips jerking up into you as he groaned your name, hands gripping your hips tightly.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you breathing hard. His arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you close as he pressed lazy kisses to your hair.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Yunho let out a quiet, breathless laugh.

“…Yeah,” he mumbled against your temple, still catching his breath. “I'm definitely keeping you.”

You smiled against his skin, completely blissed out. For a while, neither of you moved. Yunho’s fingers traced lazy patterns along your back while you lay draped over his chest. Eventually, the growling of both your stomachs reminded you of the replenishment your bodies required.

You both got up and made it to the kitchen, not even bothering to get dressed. This time you made something a little simpler - buttered toast, some fresh fruit. You ate standing at the counter, feeding each other bites between soft kisses. It was perfectly sweet and innocent…

until it was not.

You were reaching for another piece of fruit when you noticed the shift. His eyes had darkened, the playful warmth from earlier replaced by something heavier and more focused. 

Before you could say anything, Yunho suddenly flipped you around and bent you over the kitchen table. A soft gasp escaped your lips as your palms landed on the smooth wooden surface.

His deep, hungry voice brushed against your ear. “I need more of you, baby.”

You looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes already glazing with heat.

“Then take it.” 

He stepped in close behind you, his bare chest pressing against your back. One of his hands slid between your legs, fingers gliding through your wetness before he slowly pushed two fingers inside you. He started moving them in a steady, deliberate rhythm while his mouth hovered near your ear. You let out a soft moan.

“So sweet,” he murmured against your skin. “So wet already again… all for me.” His fingers curled inside you as he let out a low groan. “Fuck, I love how you feel baby. The way you squeeze around my fingers like this… it drives me insane.”

Your hips instinctively pushed back against his hand. When he hit your soft spot, your head dropped forward and his name slipped from your lips.

“Yunho…”

The sound of you moaning his name stirred something primal in him. He pressed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss just below your ear, his free hand possessively gripping your hip as he continued fucking you with his fingers.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Say my name again. I want to hear you.”

You moaned his name once more, softer this time, your body trembling as he worked his fingers deeper. Yunho groaned quietly against your skin, clearly affected by the sound.

When he felt you getting close, he pulled his fingers out. He turned you around again, lifted you onto the edge of the table, and stepped between your legs. He kissed you deeply as he guided himself inside you, pushing in with one smooth thrust.

You gasped against him, your arms wrapping around his neck as he started fucking you right there on the table. It felt so good you could barely think.

His pace was steady and deep, one hand gripping your thigh while the other rested on your lower back, holding you close.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned against your skin. "Could stay inside you all day.”

You came first, clenching around him with a soft cry. Yunho followed soon after, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you with a low moan, holding you tightly against him.

The rest of the day was just that…sex and snacks.

On the bed, on your knees. Your back against his chest, as he held you upright with one hand wrapped around your throat. His other arm around your waist, keeping you pressed flush against him while he fucked into you from behind, pressing sloppy, wet kisses along your neck and shoulder while groaning against your skin with every deep thrust.

Snacks.

On the couch watching something neither of you were really paying attention to, with him pulling you into his lap. You throwing your head back in bliss, riding him hard and deep right there, his hands gripping your hips as you moved together. 

More snacks. 

Him tugging you into the shower with him and pressing you against the tiled wall, one of your legs hooked around his hip as he took you slow and deep under the hot spray. Water ran down both of you as he kissed you through every moan, telling you how good you felt, how pretty you looked like this.

When you finally made it back to bed that night, you were sore in the best way, still wearing absolutely nothing while he lay beside you. He pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapped securely around your waist.

“You know” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “I think this might be my new favorite way to spend a day off.”

You smiled against his skin, already half-asleep.

“Sex and snacks?”

Yunho let out a soft, amused hum.

“Yup. Sex and snacks,” he agreed. “Best combination.”

You stayed like that for a while - warm, content, trading lazy kisses and quiet words - until the reality of the next day settled in. Both of you had work waiting in the morning.

Reluctantly, Yunho sat up and began to dress. At the doorway, he pulled you close one final time, cupping your face gently as he kissed you deeply and lovingly. 

“I’ll see you soon, Chef,” he murmured against your lips. “Text me when you wake up.”

You nodded, fingers lingering on his chest. “Be safe going home.”

With one last tender kiss, he stepped out into the night.

Outside, the street was quiet under the glow of streetlights. Yunho took one last glance back at your house before heading down the sidewalk.

From the deep shadows between the buildings across the street, a figure watched him leave - perfectly still, eyes following his every step until he disappeared into the darkness.

His mind drifted back to that terrible morning.

How after he’d dropped Y/N off at her apartment, the worry had refused to leave him. How he kept seeing her pale face, the way her shoulders trembled.

The drive back to the bakery had been silent except for the radio, but inside his head it was chaos. He hated leaving her alone. The image of her bakery -her pride and joy -trashed and violated made his protective instincts flare so strongly it almost hurt.

By the time he returned to the scene, the idea had already formed. She shouldn’t have to face this mess by herself. He finished processing the scene with Junghoon, then made a few quick calls before heading home.

The next morning he was up before dawn, knocking on doors. Mrs. Park had taken one look at his earnest face and immediately grabbed her cleaning supplies. Mr. Thompson laughed and said he couldn’t say no to “that determined giant.” Sophie and Mr. Rodriguez joined without hesitation. Within an hour, a small army of neighborhood regulars was ready.

He remembered how Y/N had walked through the door that afternoon and frozen in surprise, making his heart soar. The sound of her laughter had made him so happy.

He remembered every single moment they spent together that afternoon. Every stolen second near her. The way their shoulders would occasionally brush while they were working side by side. At one point their fingers accidentally touched and it had shot a spark straight through him, warm and electric. For a second it made him forget about the dust and broken glass around them.

Then later, after everyone left and it was just the two of them, she had walked over, close enough that he could smell the faint vanilla and cinnamon that always clung to her.

It was intoxicating in the best way. Before he even realized what he was doing, he had found himself reaching out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Then they were just standing there…everything else fading until there was only her, the steady rhythm of her breathing, and the pounding of his own heart. He had wanted so badly to kiss her right then and there.

He didn't, but the moment stayed with him long after he walked her home that evening - a sweet, humming tension that held the promise of more.

Coming out of his daydream Yunho carefully placed the paper bag on his desk, the scent of cinnamon rolls filling his small office. He smiled to himself, cheeks warming at the memory.

Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.

He was already picturing the trail, the wildflowers, the way her eyes would light up in the sunlight. This time there would be no sirens, no emergencies…just him, her, and the chance to finally take that next step together.

Yunho exhaled softly, heart full of quiet hope and excitement. He couldn’t wait.

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After what felt like the longest week of your life, Saturday had finally arrived. You hurried through closing the bakery, heart racing with excitement and nerves. By the time you got home, butterflies were in full flight.

You stood before your closet and after a little deliberation you decided on fitted hiking pants, a soft sage-green long-sleeve top that made the green flecks in your eyes shimmer, and your favorite broken-in boots.

You pulled your hair into a loose braid, a few rebellious strands escaping as usual. A quick swipe of tinted balm, sunscreen and some mascara and you felt ready.

In the kitchen you packed two cinnamon rolls with extra icing and a few fresh lemon-poppyseed muffins. The thought of sharing them with Yunho made you smile.

You crossed to the living room to check the windows and paused. One was slightly open. Strange - you didn’t remember leaving it that way. You shrugged it off, sliding it shut and locking it firmly.

You’ve been distracted, you told yourself. Double-checking everything like this isn’t going to help.

Grabbing your lightweight jacket, you headed downstairs.

Yunho’s car pulled up right on time. He stepped out, and your breath caught for a moment. Gone was the police uniform; today he wore a simple t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, layered with a dark flannel shirt. He had paired it with cargo pants and hiking boots.

His dark hair was slightly tousled, and that familiar warm smile lit up his face the second he saw you.

“Morning, Y/N,” he said, voice smooth and low. He closed the distance in a few long strides, looking you over with open appreciation. “You look… incredible. Ready to conquer some trails?”

You felt a flutter in your chest as he reached out, his fingers brushing yours when he took your bag without hesitation. That familiar spark traveled up your arm, stronger now without the counter between you.

“Thanks,” you replied, smiling up at him. “I packed some backup pastries in case you are one of those people that get hangry.”

He laughed softly, that boyish sound that always made your stomach do a little flip. “Smart thinking. I might have to fight you for the cinnamon rolls though.”

His gaze lingered on you a little longer, warm brown eyes soft with something deeper than just friendliness. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

“Me too,” you admitted quietly.

He opened the passenger door for you with an easy, gentlemanly gesture, waiting until you were settled before closing it and jogging around to the driver’s side.

As the car pulled away from the curb, your apartment shrinking in the rearview mirror, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease. These last weeks had been so stressful; you really needed this.

The quiet streets slowly gave way to greener surroundings, and conversation flowed lightly between you. It was all so easy and comfortable.

You glanced at Yunho’s profile, his strong hands steady on the wheel, and let all your worries drift away. Today was about fresh air, wildflowers, and the man beside you who made everything feel a little brighter.

The trailhead came into view, sunlight dappling through the leaves. Yunho parked and turned to you, his smile hopeful and bright. “Ready?” he asked, reaching over to give your hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

You nodded, squeezing back, the warmth of his touch chasing away the last little bit of heaviness.

The trail welcomed you with the fresh scent of pine and damp earth. Tall trees towering over you, their leaves filtering the sunlight into shifting patterns.

Yunho glanced down at you, a playful glint in his warm brown eyes. “Thank you for coming, I'm so glad you were able to peel yourself away from saving lives one belly at a time as the neighborhood baker”. I feel extremely honored.”

You laughed softly, bumping his arm with your shoulder. “As if I could ever cancel on you,” you replied with a warm smile. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week. Besides…” you added teasingly, glancing up at him, “I couldn’t let you hike all alone looking tragically hungry. Someone has to make sure you’re properly fed.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound warm and genuine. “Tragically hungry? Wow. I see how it is. My survival depends entirely on your cinnamon rolls now.”

“Exactly,” you teased, glancing up at him with a smile. “Consider this hike my good deed for the day.”

He clutched his chest dramatically. “Ouch. Is that all I am to you? A charity case? I thought we had something truly special.”

“Let’s find out,” you replied playfully, looking up at him.

“So far it's looking good.” The words slipped out lighter than you expected, but they carried a hint of truth that made your cheeks warm.

Yunho’s smile softened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked down at you. “Good,” he said quietly, voice low and sincere. “Because I’ve been thinking about this all week.”

The trail continued its gentle climb, sunlight filtering through the trees. Birds were singing a beautiful melody in the quiet, and the air grew sweeter with the scent of wildflowers as you drew closer to the overlook.

Conversation moved comfortably between light teasing and quieter moments. He asked about your favorite seasonal flavors at the bakery, listening with genuine interest as you described dreaming up new recipes in the quiet early mornings. In return, he shared a funny story about his first week on the job, about getting lost while trying to look confident in front of his partner.

“You? Lost?” you said with fake surprise. “I thought tall, handsome cops were supposed to have a perfect sense of direction.”

“Handsome, huh?” He raised an eyebrow. “Careful, or I might start thinking you like me.” You felt your cheeks warm but held his gaze.

“Hmmm, we'll see. First I need to make sure you can keep up with me.”

With that, you picked up your pace and moved ahead. After a few moments, you noticed Yunho had fallen behind, still strolling with that easy, satisfied smile.

You glanced back over your shoulder, laughing. “Hey! Giving up already? I thought those long legs were supposed to be an advantage.”

Yunho’s grin widened, warm brown eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I’m not giving up. I’m just enjoying the view from back here. You’ve got some good bounce going on there.”

You gasped in shock, cheeks burning at his bold comment. You smacked his arm as he caught up. “Yunho! You’re shameless!”

He chuckled, rubbing the spot dramatically even though it didn’t hurt. “Worth it.”

When the path finally opened up, the view took your breath away. Rolling hills stretched out beneath a wide sky and a blanket of wildflowers - delicate purples, sunny yellows, and soft whites swaying gently in the breeze like nature’s own welcome.

You spread out the small blanket on a sunny patch of grass and settled down side by side, your shoulders nearly brushing.

Yunho accepted one of the cinnamon rolls with a soft, blissful moan that made you smile.

“You’re spoiling me,” he murmured, his warm brown eyes lingering on you instead of the pastry. Your heart fluttered.

“Well…maybe I like spoiling you,” you replied softly.

The air between you grew thicker with sweet, unspoken tension. His hand rested close to yours on the blanket. You could feel the pull, the way his gaze drifted slowly to your lips, the gentle way he said your name like it was something precious. You leaned in just a fraction…

Then the first fat raindrops landed on your skin.

And without warning the sky opened.

Heavy rain poured down all of a sudden, drenching everything. You both scrambled to your feet as you shoved everything back into the bag.

“Oh my god, Yunho!” you called out, laughing over the downpour.

Yunho looked at you - hair dripping, clothes clinging to your body, cheeks flushed from the sudden downpour - and his expression softened into a bright, boyish grin that made your heart skip. Water ran down his face, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

“Come with me!” he said, grabbing your hand firmly, his grip warm and steady. Then you both started running.

“Worst timing ever!” you called over the steady rain, already soaked to the skin but laughing anyway.

“Or the best,” he replied, eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulled you along.

You dashed down the path hand-in-hand, boots slipping on wet leaves, rain streaming down your faces. He guided you carefully under a wide, sheltering tree with a thick canopy, both of you breathless and dripping.

Water clung to his lashes and ran from his dark hair, the flannel shirt now wet and clinging to his broad shoulders. Your braid was plastered to your neck, clothes heavy and cold against your skin. Yet the way he looked at you, his eyes bright, smile soft and full of warmth, made everything else fade away.

“You okay?” he asked gently, stepping closer. His hand rose to brush a wet strand of hair from your cheek, fingers lingering with tender warmth against your skin.

You nodded, heart pounding. “Yes. I'm ok. Not a dry bone in the house, though.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate beneath the steady rhythm of the rain. His palm cupped the side of your face with aching tenderness, thumb tracing your jaw. Time slowed down as everything around you seemed to fade. His gaze dropped to your lips, then returned to your eyes, giving you every chance to pull away.

You didn’t.

Yunho leaned in slowly, hesitating just a breath away, before his lips met yours in the softest, sweetest kiss. It was gentle and full of promise- warm, tasting faintly of cinnamon and rain.

After a few seconds, you leaned fully into him, one hand curling into his wet flannel shirt as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer against his solid chest.

The kiss deepened tenderly, unhurried, filled with all the quiet longing that had been building between you for weeks. When you finally parted, foreheads resting together, he smiled against your lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment I first walked into your bakery,” he whispered.

You let out a soft, breathless laugh. “Took you long enough, Officer.”

He kissed you again, lighter this time, sweet and full of quiet joy, as the rain continued to fall around your little shelter, washing the world clean.

A while later, with the feeling of his lips still lingering on yours, you and Yunho hurried back down the trail, laughing and breathless through the rain.

By the time you reached the car, you were both soaked to the bone, your clothes heavy, hair dripping, and skin chilled.

Yunho opened the passenger door for you like a gentleman before sliding behind the wheel.

The small space quickly filled with the scent of rain, soaked earth, cinnamon, and the unmistakable warmth of the two of you.

The drive back was thick with silence and unspoken tension. You tried not to stare, but it was impossible. His dark hair was wet and tousled, droplets tracing slow paths down his neck.

The wet flannel clung shamelessly to his broad shoulders and chest, outlining every ridge of muscle with perfect clarity. Every small movement made the fabric shift against his skin.

Heat flooded through you. You clenched your thighs together in the seat, pressing your lips tight so you wouldn’t make a sound. Your pulse throbbed low and insistent between your legs, but you kept your expression mostly neutral, gazing out the window while stealing quick, hungry glances.

Yunho’s hands were tight on the wheel, his jaw tense. Your soaked clothes were clinging to your body, accentuating every curve and you caught him stealing glances. He was quiet, the air between you crackling.

When Yunho parked in front of your apartment building, the rain had slowed down a bit.

He walked you to your door without a word, his tall frame close but not touching. You unlocked it, then turned to face him in the doorway, still dripping.

Yunho’s warm brown eyes dropped to your lips, then back up. One hand rested casually on the doorframe as he hovered close, clearly trying to keep things light despite the thick tension humming between you.

“I had an amazing time with you today,” he said softly, a small, genuine smile tugging at his mouth. “Really. Thank you for coming.”

You smiled back at him shyly, cheeks warm. “I had a great time too, Yunho. Maybe next time a little less ‘monsoon,’ though,” you added with a grin, looking down at your dripping clothes.

He let out a low, warm laugh, the sound sending a pleasant shiver through you. “Yes… preferably without the surprise downpour,” he agreed. “Though I can’t say I regret how the day turned out.”

For a moment, the air grew heavier. His gaze lingered on you a second longer than necessary before he straightened up, clearing his throat softly. “You should head in and get dry,” he murmured, voice still gentle. “I’ll see you soon, okay?

As he started to turn around you suddenly found your hand shooting out, fingers wrapping around his forearm.

“Wait.”

He turned back immediately, eyes searching yours. You held his gaze.

“Stay?” it came out softly, barely above a whisper.

The words had barely left your mouth before Yunho stepped inside, shutting the door firmly behind him.

“Thank god. I thought you'd never ask.”

He pulled you into his arms and crashed his mouth against yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. You moaned into it as he backed you up against the closed door, the wood cool against your back. His hands were everywhere, cupping your face, sliding down your neck, gripping your waist, pulling your soaked body flush against his.

Your fingers tangled in his wet hair as the kiss deepened, tongues moving together in hot, eager strokes. He tasted like rain, cinnamon and pure need. A low groan rumbled from his chest when your hands roamed over his clinging shirt.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for air, you placed a hand on his chest, stopping him gently. A naughty little smile curved your lips as you stepped back slowly, keeping your eyes locked on his.

You reached down, grabbed the hem of your soaked long-sleeve shirt, and peeled it off over your head. It landed on the floor with a wet slap. You stood there in just your bra, chest rising and falling, letting him look. The cool air made your nipples tighten visibly against the damp fabric.

Yunho’s eyes deepened with hunger.

Your gaze drifted down his body, then back up. You lifted your eyebrows playfully, daring him to make the next move.

He didn’t need words. In one smooth motion he grabbed the back of his flannel and t-shirt and tugged them both off over his head. The wet fabric came away with a soft sound, revealing his beautiful smooth skin. He had broad and toned shoulders, his chest defined with lean, rounded up muscle that flexed as he breathed. A faint blush colored his collarbones, and droplets of water still clung to him, tracing tempting lines down his torso. He looked almost too perfect in the low light - strong, soft -and entirely yours to admire.

You took your time, letting your eyes roam slowly over his chest and shoulders, savoring the view. Yunho stood still, letting you drink him in, his own breathing a little ragged.

Then you unhooked your bra, letting the straps slide down your arms before dropping it too. Your breasts were now fully bare to him, nipples pebbled from the chill and arousal. You held his gaze boldly as you stood there, chest rising and falling. Yunho’s eyes darkened with heat, drinking in the sight.

You turned slowly and started walking toward the bedroom with a slow, seductive sway of your hips, glancing back once.

“Are you coming…’officer’?”

Yunho’s breath caught. A stunned, boyish grin broke across his face, mixed with pure heat. He stood frozen for half a second, staring, before snapping out of it.

“Shit, wait.” He hopped after you, yanking at his soaked cargo pants. One leg got tangled in the wet fabric and he nearly tripped, catching himself on the wall with a clumsy laugh. “These damn pants…hold on.”

The sight of the tall, usually graceful officer stumbling and struggling out of his clothes in his eagerness made you giggle softly. It was both adorable and ridiculously hot.

Finally free, he kicked the pants aside and closed the distance in a rush, catching you from behind just as you reached the bedroom. His bare chest pressed warm and solid against your back, arms wrapping around you as he nuzzled into your neck with a playful growl.

“You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured, voice rough with want, lips brushing your skin.

You turned in his arms and kissed him again, slow and deep. The laughter faded into something heavier, sweeter. Yunho walked you backward until the back of your knees met the bed, then gently lowered you onto it, never breaking the kiss.

He settled over you, skin to skin, the warmth of his body chasing away the last chill from the rain. For a moment he just looked at you, his eyes locked on yours, full of so much tenderness and desire it made your chest ache.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, voice low. His fingers traced your cheek, then slowly down your neck and over the curve of your breast. “I can’t believe you’re really here with me.”

You reached up, cupping his face, thumbs brushing his cheeks. “Yunho…” Your voice came out breathy as you pulled him down into another kiss.

He moved with you, every touch deliberate and full of care. His hands explored your body like he wanted to memorize every inch, while yours roamed his back and shoulders.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your still-damp hiking pants. He peeled them down slowly, taking your underwear with them, his warm palms smoothing over your thighs as he freed your legs.

Once you were completely bare beneath him, Yunho settled between your thighs, pressing soft kisses along your stomach and hips. He looked up at you through his damp hair, eyes dark with hunger but also full of tenderness.

He lowered himself, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss between your legs. A soft moan escaped you as his tongue traced you gently at first, then with more purpose. Slow, deliberate strokes had your back arching off the bed. He took his time, savoring you, one large hand splayed across your lower stomach to hold you steady while the other intertwined with yours.

“You taste so good,” he murmured against your skin, the vibration making you shiver. His tongue circled your clit with perfect pressure, eyes flicking up to watch your face the entire time.

The sight of him between your thighs, his dark hair tousled and shoulders flexing, combined with the steady, devoted rhythm of his mouth pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Yunho, ah!” Your fingers tightened in his hair as pleasure built inside you. He didn’t stop, licking and sucking until you came with a trembling cry, thighs shaking around his shoulders. He stayed with you through every wave, gentle and unrelenting, until you came out of it, breathless.

Only then did he crawl back up your body, kissing his way up your stomach, between your breasts, and finally to your lips. You could taste yourself on him as he settled fully over you, skin to skin, chest to chest.

Intertwining your fingers, he pressed your joined hands into the mattress beside your head. His warm brown eyes never left yours as he lined himself up at your entrance.

“I need to feel you,” he whispered.

You answered with a reassuring nod.

He entered you slowly, carefully, watching your face the entire time. A soft, shared moan filled the quiet room as he sank deep. The feeling of him, thick, warm, and so close, made you gasp.

“You feel so good,” you panted, squeezing his hands tighter. “So fucking good, Yunho…”

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered back, voice rough with emotion. “So perfect like this.”

He let out a shaky groan, forehead resting against yours. “God, Y/N…” His hips rolled in slow, deep strokes, keeping your bodies pressed flush together. Every movement was intimate, unhurried, skin sliding against skin, breath mingling, eyes locked.

The rain continued tapping softly against the window, but all you could focus on was him and the feeling of him filling you so perfectly.

He kissed you again and again, deep, lingering kisses that matched the rhythm of his body.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you moved together, skin sliding against warm, damp skin, breaths mingling in soft kisses and whispered praises.

Your free hand slid up his back, nails lightly grazing his porcelain skin as pleasure built between you until it crashed over both of you.

You came first with a soft, trembling cry of his name, clenching tightly around him. Yunho followed right after, burying himself as deep as possible with a low, broken moan, hips stuttering as he pulsed inside you. He held you through every aftershock, bodies still perfectly intertwined.

Afterward, he stayed on top of you for a long moment, breathing hard against your neck, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder and jaw. When his arms began to tremble, he carefully rolled to the side and pulled you flush against his chest, wrapping you in his strong, warm embrace.

One hand traced up and down your back while the other stayed intertwined with yours between your bodies.

Neither of you spoke for a while. The rain continued its soft rhythm against the window as you both came down, hearts still beating fast and close.

Yunho pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then your lips, his fingers gently playing with yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like this,” he murmured quietly. His thumb brushed tenderly over your knuckles. “Being with you… it's like you were made for me.”

You nestled deeper into his chest, breathing in his warm, familiar scent, a soft, content smile on your lips.

The two of you stayed like that, limbs tangled, skin warm, hearts full, as the night settled peacefully around you.

But outside in the shadows, someone was watching. Someone who was about to complicate their quiet happiness.

The floor was already being swept. Mrs. Park was humming as she wiped counters. Mr. Thompson attacked a pile of debris with surprising vigor. Sophie sorted supplies in the back, and Mr. Rodriguez carried out trash like he was on a personal mission. And right in the middle of the chaos stood Yunho.

He was lifting a fallen table, tall frame slightly crouched, black hoodie sleeves pushed up. When the bell chimed, he turned…and that familiar bright grin broke across his face instantly. Eyes crinkling, cheeks rounding, looking far too pleased with himself for someone covered in dust and flour.

The heavy weight on your chest cracked the second you saw that grin. The dread you’d carried here lifted immediately.

“Y/N!” Yunho called, setting the table down with a dramatic little flourish. “Perfect timing. We were just about to start singing work songs to keep morale up.”

Mrs. Park snorted. “He already tried. It was terrible.”

You stood there, blinking in shock. “What… what are you all doing here?”

Mrs. Park straightened up with a warm smile. “What does it look like, dear? We’re helping.”

Mr. Thompson leaned on his broom, grinning. “Couldn’t let our favorite baker face this mess alone. Besides, Yunho here showed up at my door this morning looking like a lost puppy. How was I supposed to say no to that face?”

Yunho rubbed the back of his neck, ears turning a faint pink. “I prefer ‘determined and charming,’ but I’ll take it.”

You let out a laugh, the sound surprising even you. The tension in your shoulders eased further as you looked around at all of them- your little neighborhood family- already deep into the cleanup.

The morning unfolded in a pleasant rhythm.

The group’s presence turned the painful cleanup into something almost bearable. Yunho lingered near you - not obvious, but you could sense him. Every time he moved closer to help lift something or sweep the same section, your body became hyper-aware of his tall frame, the quiet warmth radiating from him, the way his presence seemed to settle something restless inside your chest. It was doing things to you. Dangerous, fluttery things that excited you and also made you nervous.

You worked side by side for a while, quietly cleaning the front counter area. You reached for the cleaning rag at the same time he did, causing your hands to brush. The spark was immediate- warm, electric, impossible to ignore. You pulled back slightly, cheeks heating.

Yunho stilled, then let out a soft breath.

“Sorry,” he said, voice low enough that only you could hear. His fingers hovered near yours for a second before he gently took the rag instead. “About yesterday. About not telling you sooner that I’m a cop… and about our hike. I know everything got ruined right when things were finally- ”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you interrupted softly, glancing up at him. “None of this is your fault.” He met your eyes, that familiar warm brown gaze full of quiet sincerity. “Still. I hate that it happened. And I hate that our first real step outside the bakery got taken away like that.” His voice dropped even lower, almost shy. “I’ve been looking forward to it more than I probably should.”

The palpable tension between you thickened. For a beat, the rest of the world- the chatter from the others, the scrape of brooms- faded. It was just the two of you, standing close in the half-rebuilt space, hearts beating a little too fast over something that hadn't been named yet.

Yunho cleared his throat, clearly trying to ease the heavy moment. He reached under a fallen shelf and dramatically pulled out a very squished cinnamon roll, holding it up between two fingers like a prized artifact.

“I think this one is still edible,” he declared solemnly. “It has… character. Very modern art.”

You gave him a deadpan look, the tension cracking into something lighter. “If you eat that, I will personally call emergency services on you. Again.”

He grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief, clearly relieved to see you smile. “Worth it. I’d suffer for your baking any day.” Then his voice softened, teasing but sincere. “Though I’d prefer to suffer on that hike with you instead of food poisoning.”

Your heart stuttered at the gentle reminder. You bumped his shoulder lightly. “Smooth, officer, real smooth.” He laughed softly, the sound low and warm, and for a moment the two of you just stood there smiling at each other like idiots while the rest of the group worked around you.

Later, when he caught you staring sadly at a pile of ruined muffins, he nudged you gently with his elbow. “Hey,” he said, softer now. “We’ll make new ones. Even better. I’ll be your official taste-tester. I’ll even wear a silly hat if it helps.”

You smiled despite yourself. “You in a silly hat might be worth all this damage.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in that same gentle rhythm — soft conversations, shared tasks, and stolen glances that made your stomach flutter. By the time the last of your regulars waved goodbye with promises to check in soon, the bakery looked remarkably better. The floors were cleared, most surfaces wiped down, and the heavy cloud of destruction had begun to lift.

Only you and Yunho remained.

The quiet settled around you like a soft blanket as the door clicked shut behind Mr. Rodriguez. Golden afternoon light filtered through the gaps around the plywood boards. Yunho was leaning casually against the front counter, arms crossed, watching you with that warm, quiet look as you finished straightening the last shelf.

You walked over, stopping just in front of him. He didn’t move, just offered you a small, tired but genuine smile. “I still can’t believe you got everyone together today,” you said softly. “Thank you. Really.”

Yunho shrugged lightly, though his eyes stayed gentle on yours. “I meant what I said earlier. I’m invested in this place… and in you.” He paused, a hint of shyness crossing his face. “No pressure about the hike or anything else. I just… I like being around you, Y/N. Even like this.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. You searched his face for a moment, feeling that familiar pull. “I like being around you too,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

The air between you shifted. Yunho stayed leaning against the counter as you stood close.

Without thinking, he reached out and gently brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. His fingers lingered, warm against your skin.

Neither of you moved. The moment stretched, quiet and heavy with something unnamed. His gaze softened, dropping briefly to your lips before returning to your eyes. You found yourself leaning in just slightly, caught in the soft gravity of the moment, heart beating faster as everything else seemed to fade.

For a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of you, the warmth of his presence, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and the sweet, unspoken tension humming in the air.

Then reality flickered back in.

You blinked, snapping out of it with a small, flustered breath, cheeks warming as you realized how close you’d both gotten. Yunho seemed to come back to himself at the same time. He lowered his hand slowly, clearing his throat softly, a faint pink dusting his ears.

He gave you a small, almost shy smile, the kind that made his eyes crinkle at the corners.

“We should probably lock up soon,” he said, voice a little lower than usual. “But I can stay as long as you need. Or… I could walk you home? Make sure you get there okay.”

You nodded, still feeling the ghost of that charged moment. “I’d like that.”

As you both finished the last few tasks side by side, the bakery - though still scarred - felt full of the promise of a new beginning. And so did whatever was slowly, carefully growing between you. One messy day at a time.

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The next few weeks passed in a whirlwind of activity and hope. With the help of your neighborhood family, the insurance process moved faster than expected. New windows were installed, the broken display cases were replaced with sturdier ones, and fresh coats of warm white paint brightened the walls.

Mrs. Park brought over new curtains, Sophie helped repaint the chalkboard menu in cheerful colors, and Mr. Thompson and Mr. Rodriguez insisted on helping hang new shelves. Slowly, Chef’s Kiss came back to life.

Yunho had kept you updated on the investigation. Unfortunately, there were no clear leads and no witnesses. He gently told you that cases like this often went unsolved. The news stung, but you refused to let it dim the light of your reopening. The bakery had survived, that was what mattered most now.

On the morning of the reopening, sunlight streamed through the sparkling clean windows. The air smelled of fresh vanilla, warm cinnamon rolls, and blueberry muffins. Soft music played from the speakers, and the mismatched wooden chairs once again invited people to sit and breathe. A small “Welcome Back” sign hung in the window, decorated with flowers from Mrs. Park’s shop.

You stood behind the counter in a clean apron, hair neatly braided, a bright smile on your face as the first customers trickled in. Your heart felt full. The bakery was not just restored, it felt even warmer than before- like it had been rebuilt from the love of all these beautiful people in your life.

Later that afternoon, once the initial rush had calmed, you folded Yunho’s jacket that you still hadn't returned, and slipped it into a paper bag along with a small box of fresh cinnamon rolls. Your heart fluttered the entire walk to the police station.

The officer at the front desk smiled when you asked for Yunho. A few minutes later, he appeared from the back, in uniform again, looking tall and handsome as always. The moment his eyes landed on you, that familiar bright grin spread across his face, cheeks rounding warmly.

“Y/N,” he said, voice filled with pleasant surprise. “What are you doing here?”

You held up the bag with a shy smile. “Returning something that doesn’t belong to me. And… bringing a thank-you gift.”

He took the bag, peeking inside. When he saw the cinnamon rolls, his grin widened. “You’re spoiling me.”

You laughed softly, suddenly feeling a little nervous but determined. You took a small breath and looked up at him.

“Actually… I was wondering if you’re free this weekend. The hike we talked about before everything happened… I’d really like to go. With you.”

Yunho’s face softened, warm brown eyes lighting up with quiet joy. He rubbed the back of his neck, that endearing shy expression appearing again.

“I’d love that,” he said, voice low and sincere. “Saturday morning? I’ll pick you up after the morning rush if that works.”

You nodded, unable to hide your smile. “It’s a date.”

The word hung sweetly between you. Yunho’s grin grew even brighter, and for a moment the busy police station seemed to fade into the background.

“I’ll be counting the days,” he murmured, eyes crinkling. “And thank you for the jacket… and the rolls. But mostly for the company.”

You felt warmth bloom in your chest as you met his gaze.

“See you soon, Yunho.”

As you left the station, the afternoon sun felt a little brighter. The bakery was thriving again, and something even sweeter was beginning to bloom between you and the tall, kind-hearted officer who had walked into your life one ordinary morning.

One step at a time.

By the time you reach the car in the dimly lit far corner of the lot, you’re throbbing again, a need building low in your belly.

Wooyoung opens the back door first. “In you go, baby.” He gives your ass a light smack as you climb inside, the sting blooming hot against your skin and then slides in after you.

Yunho gets in on the other side, locking the doors with a soft click that sounds far too loud in the sudden quiet. Your pulse spikes, a mix of nerves and anticipation tightening in your chest.

The tinted windows and the late hour mean no one can see in. But the risk still lingers, cars parked nearby, people walking past in the distance, making your skin prickle with forbidden excitement.

Yunho doesn’t waste time. He pulls you onto his lap immediately, your back to his chest, legs spread wide over his thighs. The position leaves you completely open, vulnerable, and the hard press of his bulge against your ass makes your breath catch.

His hands grip your hips hard, already grinding you down, sending a rush of fresh heat down through your core.

“Been hard since I felt how wet you were for us,” he murmurs against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. The warmth of his breath and the scrape of his teeth make you shiver, arousal pooling between your legs. “Couldn’t stop thinking about stretching this pretty pussy.” You lean your head back into him, lips slightly parting at his words.

Wooyoung kneels between your spread legs in the spacious back seat, pushing your shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. Cool air hits your slick, overheated flesh and you whimper softly, the exposure making you clench around nothing.

You look down on him as he leans in and drags his tongue slowly up your slit, tasting the mess they made earlier. The wet heat of his mouth sends a jolt straight through you, your hips twitching involuntarily.

“Holy shit, Woo! That’s sensitive!” you gasp. He grins up at you, eyes dark behind his glasses. “Too much already baby…? You're still so fucking soaked though. Taste so good after you come…how can I resist?” He dives back in, licking another stripe back to front.

You moan, head falling back against Yunho’s shoulder, the solid warmth of his body grounding you even as pleasure makes your mind fuzzy. Wooyoung doesn’t linger, he sits back, pulling you forward slightly so Yunho can free himself. The sound of his zipper is filthy in the quiet car, and you can feel the longing building in your stomach.

Yunho lines up, rubbing the thick head of his cock against your slick entrance. He pauses, voice low and gentle against your ear.

“You good, baby? Say the word.”

You nod quickly, breathless. “Yes… please.”

He sinks into you in one slow, deep thrust, stretching you wide around his thick cock. The fullness is overwhelming, a burning, perfect pressure that makes your walls flutter and squeeze around him, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat. You feel so full it borders on being too much, every inch dragging against all the sensitive spots inside you.

“Fuck… you're so tight,” Yunho groans, holding you down on him. “That’s it. Take every inch.” The stretch burns deliciously, sending waves of heat radiating through your belly and thighs. Wooyoung’s hands pin your thighs open wider, keeping you spread and helpless on Yunho’s lap.

The restraint makes you feel owned, exposed, and it only heightens everything. Yunho starts fucking up into you, slow and hard like he said he would, each thrust deep enough to make your toes curl and press against that one spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes.

Every time Yunho bottoms out, a heavy, aching pleasure blooms low in your core, your clit grinding against his base and sending sparks up your spine. You're coming undone quickly.

Wooyoung leans in to kiss you messily and suck marks into your neck, his fingers occasionally circling your clit in time with the thrusts. The dual sensations leave you dizzy, overwhelmed, your body trembling as slick sounds fill the car with every movement.

The car rocks gently with the rhythm, windows starting to fog, and the realization that you’re getting fucked right here where anyone could walk by makes your heart pound with nervous excitement.

“Quiet, baby,” Wooyoung teases, “Don’t want anyone hearing how good he is taking you.”

Yunho’s pace stays deliberate, grinding deep on every upward stroke, one hand now sliding up to wrap loosely around your throat, pulling you even closer. The light pressure is making you feel claimed and breathless, while his other hand keeps your hip locked in place.

“So fucking soaked for us. Listen to that,” Yunho whispers hotly against your ear, the obscene slick sounds filling the car with every thrust. You can feel how drenched you are, how easily he slides in and out, and the embarrassment only makes you clench tighter around him.

You’re trembling again already, overwhelmed by how full he makes you feel, how Wooyoung’s fingers keep teasing your clit and occasionally dipping down to feel where Yunho’s cock disappears inside you, stretching you obscenely.

The dual stimulation builds a coiling tension in your belly, hot and urgent. Wooyoung catches your gaze, glasses still on, eyes dark with want. "Cant wait for my turn baby. But first I want him to fill you up while I watch.”

The words push you closer to the edge, shame and arousal twisting together until you can barely think. Yunho feels it, his thrusts getting just a fraction faster, hitting that perfect spot over and over, the drag of his cock making your walls flutter helplessly.

“Come all over my cock, baby. Let go. We’ve got you.”

Your second orgasm crashes through you harder than the first, a blinding wave that starts deep in your core and explodes outward, making your thighs shake violently, your walls clenching and pulsing around him in rhythmic spasms.

Pleasure whites out your vision; you hold on to the back of Wooyoung's head, pulling him closer and burying your face against his neck to muffle the broken sounds tearing from your throat, every muscle locked tight as the orgasm drags on, leaving you panting and oversensitive.

Yunho keeps fucking you through it, low groans vibrating against your skin, until he finally spills deep inside with a shaky curse, pulsing hot as he pumps into you. The warmth of his release floods you, making you feel claimed, messy, and so full it leaks around him.

Your body is still pulsing with aftershocks- a dazed little smile tugs at your lips- when Wooyoung grins wickedly. You let out a squeak as he suddenly pulls you off Yunho onto his lap in one smooth motion. “My turn.” He slides into your oversensitive, cum-slick heat with a satisfied groan. “Holy shit baby…you feel amazing!”

The new stretch, slick with Yunho’s cum, makes you whimper at the sensitivity, your walls fluttering around him as he sinks deep. He fucks you slower than Yunho, savoring every inch, hands roaming under your shirt to pinch your nipples, causing sharp sparks to travel straight to your clit.

Yunho watches closely, fingers lazily playing with your clit again, keeping the pleasure relentless. The car is thick with the smell of sex and the sounds of skin on skin, fogged windows hiding everything from the world outside.

Your body feels used in the best way, trembling and burning with overstimulation, yet still craving more as they push you toward another peak.

Wooyoung’s thrusts start losing their slow rhythm, growing deeper and more urgent. His hands grip your hips tighter, pulling you down onto him with every stroke. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so good,” he groans, voice strained.

You feel every thick inch dragging against your sensitive walls, the mix of your wetness and Yunho’s cum making everything slick and filthy. The overstimulation borders on too much, sharp sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through you with each thrust, but it only makes you clench harder around him.

Yunho’s fingers keep circling your swollen clit, not letting the pressure drop for a second. “That’s it, baby. Let go just one more time.”

Wooyoung buries his face in your neck, hips snapping up sharply a few more times before he spills deep inside you with a low, broken moan. You feel him pulse hot and hard, thick ropes of cum spilling into you, mixing with Yunho’s and its pushing you over the edge again.

Another orgasm rips through your exhausted body, weaker but longer, leaving you shaking and whimpering as your walls flutter around his cock, milking every last drop.

Wooyoung stays buried inside you for a moment, breathing hard against your neck, then presses a soft kiss to your damp skin. “So perfect for us,” he whispers, voice hoarse but warm. “Our pretty girl.”

Yunho hums in agreement, gently brushing your hair back from your flushed face. “Yeah… you took us so well, baby. We’ve got you.” He leans in to kiss your temple, his touch turning tender now that the heat has eased.

Wooyoung pulls out and you melt between them, boneless and glowing in the quiet car. After a while, Wooyoung sits up with a lazy grin, looking around. “Fuck… we made a mess.”

Yunho chuckles, his chest vibrating against you. “No shit. Also… I’m starving.”With that- right on cue- his stomach growls loudly.

Wooyoung cackles, head tipping back.

“Wow, timing. Sounds like someone worked up quite the appetite.” Yunho groans in mock embarrassment but grins. “Shut up. We’re all a mess anyway. How about a shower and some food?”

“Excellent idea,” Wooyoung agrees, still chuckling as he helps fix your clothes. “So… round three at home after we replenish?” He gives you a playful wink, eyes sparkling with mischief.

You let out a tired laugh and shake your head. “You’re crazy.”

Yunho's fingers drift from your shoulder to the side of your neck, brushing lightly, then lower along your collarbone. "You look so pretty tonight," he murmurs, voice low and teasing. His blond fringe falls forward as he leans in closer, pretending to point something out on the field. Under the blanket, his other hand slides up your thigh, warm and heavy, squeezing gently.

Wooyoung chuckles softly on your right, mirroring the movement. His hand creeps higher up your inner thigh, fingertips dancing just under the hem of your shorts. Your breath catches and of course they notice immediately. They look at each other knowingly before Wooyoung leans in.

“Tell me baby,” Wooyoung whispers against your ear, voice low and teasing. “You’ve been squirming between us since we sat down… You want our hands on you right here, don’t you?”

You don’t answer - you can’t, not with people a few rows away - but your silence and the way your thighs press together say everything.

Heat floods your face as Wooyoung’s fingers brush teasingly against your clothed heat, confirming exactly what he suspected.

“Fuck, she's soaked.” He looks at Yunho who is grinning wickedly already. “Ok baby, let's play… but you have to be quiet, okay?”

Your heart races. You try to keep your face neutral, eyes fixed on the players below, but you can't help but gasp softly when Yunho’s long fingers slip under the blanket and between your legs from the left.

He doesn’t rush, tracing the seam of your shorts first, then pushing the fabric aside, gliding two thick fingers along your folds over your panties. The slow, teasing pressure makes your hips twitch.

“Shhh,” Yunho warns gently, his deep voice vibrating close to your ear. “Remember… not a sound. There are still people a few rows down.”

Wooyoung’s fingers join seconds later from the right. He tugs your panties to the side with practiced ease, and now both of them have access. Yunho focuses on your clit, slow deliberate circles with his fingertips, spreading your growing wetness.

Wooyoung teases your entrance, dipping just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back, then two, stretching you open lazily while the game cheers mask any tiny sounds.

You’re completely trapped between their bodies, Yunho’s tall frame on one side, solid and warm, his free hand now resting possessively on your other thigh to keep your legs parted; Wooyoung pressed tight on the right, his shoulder brushing yours, glasses slipping down as he concentrates on the way his fingers curl inside you.

Their rhythm builds gradually: Yunho rubbing tighter, faster circles on your swollen clit while Wooyoung pumps two fingers deeper, scissoring gently, finding that spot that makes your toes curl.

They work together like they share one filthy mind. Every time Yunho presses firmer on your clit, Wooyoung thrusts deeper and curls harder.

When your hips twitch, their free hands press firmly on your outer thighs under the blanket, holding you open and trapped between their warm, solid bodies. The roaring crowd and stadium lights make it dangerously easy… no one would ever guess what’s happening underneath.

Your breathing turns shallow. You bite your lip hard, gripping the edge of the bench. A soft whimper escapes before you can stop it.

Wooyoung’s hand stills for a second.

“Careful,” he whispers, voice dripping with amusement. “Someone’s gonna notice if you keep making those pretty noises.” But he doesn’t stop. He adds a third finger, stretching you fuller, thrusting slow and deep while Yunho’s fingers press firmer on your clit, rubbing in perfect sync.

Yunho leans in even closer, hair brushing your cheek, lips ghosting your temple. “You’re soaking our hands already. So good for us, staying quiet like this.” His fingers speed up just a little, the slick sounds thankfully hidden by the roaring crowd.

Wooyoung curls his fingers again and again against that sensitive spot, his thumb occasionally brushing Yunho’s on your clit, the dual stimulation driving you insane.

Your thighs start trembling uncontrollably. Sweat beads on your skin. Every muscle is tight as you fight to keep still… no moaning, no obvious moving, just the overwhelming feeling of both their skilled hands working you.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” Yunho murmurs, voice husky. “I can feel you clenching around Woo’s fingers. Come for us, baby. Right here. Just don’t let them hear.”

The orgasm hits you like a wave.

You bury your face in Yunho’s red jersey, muffling your broken, shaking moan against his chest as your whole body convulses violently between them, thighs clamping around their hands as pleasure crashes through you.

They don’t stop. Yunho keeps those tight circles going through every pulse, Wooyoung curls his fingers deep and holds them there, milking every last tremor until you’re a trembling, oversensitive mess.

Only when the aftershocks fade do they slowly withdraw their hands. Yunho casually brings his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean while locking eyes with you, a wicked smirk on his lips.

Wooyoung adjusts your shorts and panties back into place with gentle fingers, then makes a peace sign toward the field like nothing happened, glasses still slightly fogged.

You stood there for a second, keys still in your hand, staring at the mess in utter shock as tears started swelling in your eyes. 

Everything you had worked so hard for…it was destroyed. Who would do something like this…? You shakingly took out your phone and started to make the call.

“Emergency services, how can I help you?”

"The... my bakery," you choked out, voice cracking with a sob you couldn't hold back. "It's been broken into... everything's ruined. The windows are smashed, glass everywhere, all my things... they're destroyed. I just got here and…”

The operator’s voice remained calm but urgent on the other end. “Ma’am, I need you to listen carefully. Is there anyone still inside the building?”

You blinked hard, tears blurring your vision as you stared at the dark, shattered interior. Your mind was racing, every shadow suddenly looked threatening. 

“I… I don’t know…” you whispered, voice small and trembling with confusion. “I don’t think so. I haven’t gone in yet. I was too scared to…”

“Alright, stay calm,” the operator said gently. “Do not go inside. Wait outside in a safe spot away from the building. Help is on the way- officers are being dispatched to your location right now. Stay on the line with me until they arrive, okay?”

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you, backing up a few shaky steps toward the edge of the sidewalk. “O-okay… I’m waiting outside. Please hurry…” Your free hand clutched your apron tightly, knuckles white, as the reality of the destruction continued to sink in.

The operator asked for the address and kept you on the line. You answered their questions while staring at the damage. A cold breeze blew through the broken windows, stirring up some of the flour. In the distance you could hear sirens starting to get closer.

You wrapped your arms around yourself and waited.

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Yunho had come in early that morning, finishing up some paperwork from the day before when the call came in at the station.

“Dispatch to Unit 7. Vandalism reported at 142 Oak Street. Multiple windows smashed, interior trashed. Owner on scene. No suspects reported.”

Yunho froze. His pen stopped mid-sentence.

142 Oak Street. That was Y/N’s bakery.

His heart slammed against his ribs. He was already standing up and grabbing his jacket before the dispatcher even finished.

“Unit 7 responding,” he said into the radio, his voice tight. “We are en route. ETA three minutes.” He didn’t wait for a reply. He rushed out of the station, practically running to his patrol car. His partner, Junghoon, quickly followed after grabbing his own gear. 

Yunho’s mind was spinning. Y/N. Was she okay? Was she hurt? Had she walked in on something? All the scenarios going around in his head made his stomach turn.

He threw the car into drive and flipped on the lights and sirens. The streets blurred as he sped through the quiet morning traffic, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. 

Junghoon glanced over from the passenger seat. “You good? Why are you driving like this for a vandalism call?”

Yunho didn’t answer, eyes locked on the road.

He took the last turn way too fast, tires squealing slightly as he pulled up in front of the bakery. Glass was scattered across the sidewalk. The broken windows looked even worse up close.

Yunho slammed the car door, his heart pounding as he rounded the corner of the patrol car, his eyes frantically scanning the scene. 

The moment he spotted you- standing on the sidewalk with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself, shoulders trembling, face pale and streaked with tears- something in his chest twisted painfully.

“Y/N!” he called out, voice rough with urgency. He broke into a jog, closing the distance in seconds. Junghoon hung back a little, already starting to cordon off the area with caution tape, but Yunho only had eyes for you.

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You were still standing outside the bakery, arms wrapped around yourself, when you heard the sirens getting closer. A police car pulled up fast, lights flashing. 

You barely registered the car stopping, the doors flying open…your mind felt numb, distant. Then you heard your name, spoken with raw urgency.

“Y/N!”

Your head lifted slowly, blinking through the blur of tears. A tall, dark-haired man jumped out of the driver's side and started running toward you, long strides closing the distance. His broad shoulders, the familiar way he moved, something clicked even before your eyes fully focused.

It was Yunho.

The same Yunho who had smiled at you over the counter yesterday, who had asked you out for a hike with that warm, hopeful look in his eyes. But now he was in a police uniform, badge catching the morning light, his face etched with deep concern instead of his usual gentle charm.

“Yunho…?” His name slipped out in a confused whisper, your tear-streaked face crumpling as he reached you. “What are you doing here…? What are you wearing…wait. You are a… cop??” Your mind was spinning with confusion.

Yunho was breathing hard, hands hovering like he wanted to pull you into his arms but was holding himself back. His dark eyes searched yours, full of worry and something protective that made your chest ache even more.

Then his eyes softened at your confusion, and he let out a breathy chuckle as he glanced down at the badge on his chest.

“Hi. 

So… yeah… I am. 

I guess I didn't cover that part in my charming newcomer routine,” he said, rubbing the back of his head.“I was planning to drop this particular piece of information a little bit more casual first date style’ and less ‘full uniform with sirens blaring’”

His expression turned serious again as one of his hands finally settled gently on your shoulder, warm and steady against the trembling. “Are you hurt? Tell me you didn’t go inside.” 

You shook your head slowly, still dazed. “No… I didn’t go in. I swear. I just stood here the whole time.”

Yunho’s brows drew together. His gaze drifted down as he scanned over you more carefully. Then he saw your left hand-  the one still clutching the edge of your apron. A thin trail of blood was slowly dripping from your palm onto the sidewalk. 

“You’re bleeding,” he said, voice immediately shifting into that calm, protective tone. He reached for your hand with both of his.

You followed his gaze, blinking in confusion as you looked down at your own hand. 

“What…? Oh…” A small, bewildered frown crossed your face. “I didn’t even notice. I must have cut it on the glass…”

Yunho’s touch was gentle as he took your injured hand, turning it carefully under the morning light. The cut wasn’t deep, but it was still seeping blood. In the shock, the pain had barely registered.

“Wait right here,” he murmured softly. He quickly retrieved a small first-aid kit from the patrol car and returned, kneeling on one knee in front of you so he was at eye level.

Junghoon continued securing the scene nearby, giving you both a bit of space.

Yunho cleaned the cut with slow, tender movements. Wiping away the blood, applying antiseptic, blowing lightly on it when you winced. He then wrapped it neatly with gauze and tape. His thumb brushed over the finished bandage, lingering warmly.

“There,” he whispered, still holding your hand between his. “All better now. You’ve been through enough already today. Let's get you home, okay?”

You gave a small, numb nod, too drained to argue. Yunho helped you to your feet with steady hands and wrapped his jacket around your shoulders, keeping one arm lightly around them as he guided you toward the patrol car. 

He murmured something quick to Junghoon about taking you home and coming right back to help process the scene. His partner nodded understandingly.

The drive to your place was short and quiet. You stared out the window, the weight of everything pressing down on your chest. 

Yunho kept glancing over at you, worry spread across his face, but he respected your silence and didn’t push. The warmth of his jacket still draped over your shoulders and the fresh bandage on your hand were the only things keeping you grounded.

When the car pulled up in front of your house, you sat there for a moment- still processing, when it hit you all at once.

“Oh no…” you breathed, turning to him with wide, regretful eyes. “Our date. The hike… I’m so sorry, Yunho. I have to cancel. I need to contact my insurance and figure out how to get the bakery fixed and… and everything’s such a mess right now. 

Yunho's expression softened and he reached over, squeezing your hand.

“Hey. Don't worry about that right now. We can reschedule whenever you are ready. The mountains aren’t going anywhere, and neither am I. Unless… my extra curricular activities as a crime fighter are a dealbreaker?” 

He gave you a playful wink, glancing down at his badge and up at you again.

“I mean…” he continued, “I can always change back into the ‘charming regular’ outfit if it helps.”

A tiny laugh escaped you despite everything, the first real one all morning. You wiped your eyes with your good hand and smiled faintly, cracking back at him.

“Oh nooo, Officer Yunho,” you replied with a slow, teasing tone. “The uniform’s kind of working for me, actually. Very… heroic. Though I might need you to loose the sirens next time… and maybe bring fewer flashing lights.”

Yunho’s smile widened, warm and relieved to see even a spark of your usual spirit return. “Noted. Next time it’s just me, civilian clothes, and zero emergency vehicles. Promise.”

He lifted his hand, crossing his heart with two fingers while giving you a boyish grin that made your chest feel a little lighter despite the heavy day.

You couldn’t help the tiny smile that tugged at your lips. The simple gesture felt so at odds with the uniformed officer sitting beside you, yet perfectly him. Him making you smile even for a little bit…it was everything. It lifted the heavyness  of today's events off your shoulders…until the full weight of it hit you again a second later, causing your smile to drop again. 

He looked at you. “Are you going to be ok on your own?” You managed a small, grateful nod. “Yes. Thank you.” 

 He lingered for a moment longer, making sure you were steady before walking you to your door. Once you were safely inside, he gave you one last reassuring look. “I’ll check in on you later. Call me if you need anything. Anything at all.”

The door clicked shut behind you, and the silence of your apartment wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. 

You leaned back against the wood, sliding slowly down until you were sitting on the floor with your knees drawn tightly to your chest. 

Yunho’s jacket was still draped over your shoulders, carrying his faint, comforting scent, but even that couldn’t stop the wave that crashed over you.

Tears came quietly at first, then harder. You buried your face in your arms and let yourself cry… really cry,  for the bakery you had poured your heart, savings, and countless early mornings into. 

The cheerful space you had built from nothing was now trashed and violated. The thought of walking back in there later, of seeing the crushed pastries and shattered glass again, made your stomach twist.

Minutes blurred into what felt like hours. Eventually you forced yourself up, legs shaky, and made a cup of tea you barely sipped. You sat at your small kitchen table, staring at your laptop screen as you opened insurance documents and the police report number Yunho had given you. 

The bandage on your hand pulled slightly every time you typed, a small reminder of him kneeling down before you and the way he had blown on the cut to ease the sting. Your mind kept drifting back to him.

Yunho. ‘Officer’ Yunho apparently.

The tall, sweet customer who had gushed over your pastries and asked you out on a date turned out to be a cop. 

Part of you felt silly for not asking him about his job sooner. Another part felt strangely safe knowing he had been the one to show up. 

The way he had grounded you- in the middle of your worst morning…and the way he had made you smile made your chest feel warm amid all the cold grief.

You didn’t know what this meant for… whatever was starting between you. Everything felt too heavy and uncertain right now. You hugged his jacket a little tighter around yourself and whispered into the quiet room, “What am I supposed to do now?”

He wiggled them playfully, pushing the edges apart before pulling back. 

Yunho laughed…that rich, deep sound you loved, and joined in, his bigger hands sliding through the holes too.

Then they turned the game up a notch.

“Pretend these are yours” 

Yeosang said with a mischievous grin, holding his hands up in front of the camera as if they belonged to Yunho. 

He moved them slowly… waving, twirling his fingers, flexing and curling them with graceful precision while Yunho narrated… commenting on every silly action like they were his own. Yeosang's movements were long and fluid, his hands catching the light beautifully.

You watched, strangely captivated. 

Yunho’s hands were familiar and gorgeous, you knew exactly how they felt on your skin. But Yeosang’s… you’d never really noticed them before. 

The elegant length, the smooth way they moved. A strange flutter stirred in your stomach. You shifted on the couch, suddenly restless. The air felt thinner than it should.

When you started clenching you ended the live quickly, feeling embarrassed. 

You ran off to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face. Shaking it off, you refused to think about it anymore and went about your evening.

When Yunho and Yeosang finally got home, they were famished. With no early schedule the next day, they headed straight to the kitchen to make late-night ramen. You wandered in to keep them company, leaning against the counter.

You found your eyes kept drifting. Yunho stirred the pot, sleeves pushed up, his strong hands gripping the spoon with easy confidence… veins shifting faintly with each steady motion.

Beside him, Yeosang prepped toppings, those long, graceful fingers slicing green onions with quiet precision. His thumb holding the vegetable while his other fingers guided the knife in smooth strokes. 

Every shared reach, for salt, a bowl, the broth… brought their hands close: knuckles brushing, fingers flexing in the small space.

You felt that same restless warmth creeping in again. You crossed your arms, trying to focus on anything else, but your gaze kept returning to their hands.

Yunho noticed. He always did. He glanced over, eyebrows raised. “Baby? You’ve been really quiet. Is everything okay?”

You startled. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… hungry.” 

You offered a quick smile and slipped out of the kitchen before he could press further, heart beating a little too fast. You still hadn’t pieced together why their hands were affecting you like this.

Thankfully, he appeared to let it go.

But later, while clearing the dishes, it hit harder.

Yeosang stood at the sink rinsing bowls. Water glistened over his long fingers as they moved under the stream. He flicked them lightly, sending a few playful droplets your way with a soft, teasing chuckle. 

Yunho reached past you for a towel, his big, warm hand settling on your lower back, lingering just a moment...thumb brushing slow and absent.

The sight of both their hands so close, still slightly damp, moving with that easy, confident grace made you clench involuntarily. 

A sharp wave of heat rushed through you. 

Your breath hitched audibly and you shivered.

Yunho froze. His eyes darkened as he caught the reaction. This time he didn’t let you slip away. He stepped closer, gently crowding you against the counter. 

One hand came up to cup your jaw with tender care, tilting your face so you had to meet his intense gaze. 

“Baby…you're staring.” he murmured, voice low and sweet but laced with curiosity. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Tell me.”

Your face burned. For a second you wanted to deny it, to brush it off like before but the way he was looking at you, that heavy, loving eye contact that always made you feel seen, made lying impossible. 

You gave a tiny, embarrassed nod, barely whispering, “It's nothing really. Just… you both have very pretty hands.” You couldn't stop a blush from creeping up your neck at the admission.

Yeosang turned off the tap and leaned against the counter beside you, drying his hands slowly and deliberately. He flexed his long fingers once, stretching them out as he watched your reaction with that deceptively sweet smile slowly turning a little wicked…like the menace you knew him to be.

“These?” Yeosang asked playfully, wiggling his long fingers in front of you, voice light but carrying new heat. He flexed them slowly, deliberately, turning his hand so you could see every elegant line and vein.

Your face burned hotter while Yunho’s intense gaze never left your face as he waited for you to say more.

 You let out a shy, embarrassed laugh and covered your face with one hand. “You see? This is why I didn’t want to say anything. I knew you were going to tease me!”

Yeosang’s soft laugh was warm and fond. “I’m not teasing,” he said, though the wicked little smile on his face said otherwise. “I’m just… appreciating how honest you’re being.”

Yunho’s eyes softened with affection, but the heat behind them didn’t fade. He gently pulled your hand away from your face, tilting your chin up again so you had to look at him.

“Too late, baby,” he murmured, voice low and sweet. “You already admitted it. Now tell me…where is this coming from?”

You hesitated, cheeks flaming, but his patient gaze made you confess. 

“The live… when Yeosang was pretending his hands were yours. It suddenly came over me. And then watching both of you in the kitchen tonight. I just… couldn’t stop staring.”

Yunho’s expression stayed warm and understanding. He brushed his thumb across your bottom lip.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, reassuringly. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed. Not with us.”

He searched your eyes for a moment before continuing, voice dropping even lower.

"Baby… would you like both of us to take care of you tonight?”

Your breath caught. You looked between them. Yunho’s steady, loving gaze and Yeosang’s playful but heated one… and slowly nodded.

Yeosang let out a soft, pleased hum. “We’ve actually talked about this before,” he admitted, voice low. “Just between us. Wondering what it would be like if you ever wanted both of us.”

Yunho nodded, leaning in closer so his forehead rested gently against yours. “Only if you want it. We can take care of you together… make you feel really good. No pressure, baby. Just say the word.”

The air felt electric. You whispered, heart racing, “I want it.”

That was all they needed.

Yunho leaned in and kissed you… slow, deep, and consuming. 

His lips moved against yours with that perfect mix of tenderness and hunger, tongue sliding gently into your mouth as his hand cradled the back of your neck. He kissed you like he wanted to savour every little taste of your lips.

While Yunho kissed you breathless, Yeosang moved in behind you. His elegant fingers slipped under the hem of your shirt, tracing slow, feather-light circles on your lower back before sliding higher, mapping your skin with teasing touches. He pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck, then playfully nipped at it.

“I’m not gonna lie…I've been thinking about this for quite some time,” Yeosang whispered against your skin, his long fingers now sliding around to your front, teasing just under your waistband.

The tension thickened until it was almost unbearable… Yunho’s strong, familiar hands holding you close, Yeosang's elegant fingers exploring and teasing. 

You were caught perfectly between them, breathing ragged, body already aching for more.

Yunho finally pulled back from the kiss, lips swollen, eyes dark. “Bedroom,” he said softly but firmly. “We’re taking our time with you tonight, baby.”

Yeosang grinned against your neck, giving your ass one last playful squeeze. “Yeah. We’ve got all night to show you exactly what these hands can do.”

They guided you down the hallway, never breaking contact. Once in the bedroom, Yunho turned on the soft lamp and pulled you into another deep kiss while Yeosang slowly stripped you from behind. 

Yunho's thumbs gently stroked your cheeks as he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

“Still okay, baby?” he whispered, forehead resting against yours. His voice was low and reassuring, but the hunger in his gaze was unmistakable.

You nodded, breathless.

Yeosang pressed his chest warmly against your back. “Good,” he murmured, that playful menace clear in his tone. “Because we’re going to spoil you tonight.”

Four hands moved over your body with reverence… Yunho’s strong palms cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples, 

Yeosang’s elegant fingers tracing your spine, your hips, and slipping between your thighs to tease you open.

On the bed, they laid you down gently. Yunho settled between your legs, kissing you senseless while his thick fingers worked you open. 

Yeosang knelt beside your head, letting you suck on his long fingers while he watched Yunho pleasure you.

“So pretty like this,” Yunho murmured against your lips. “Look at me, baby.”

You obeyed, gasping as his thick fingers pressed inside you, curling just right.

Yeosang chuckled softly against your ear. 

“My turn beautiful. You’re so sensitive already…you have really been thinking about this huh?

He moved around and hooked your legs over his shoulders, leaning in. His long, elegant fingers spread you open as he dragged his tongue slowly over your clit.

Curling his fingers expertly, his tongue worked you with teasing, precise licks. It was relentless and playful…with him sucking, licking, and fucking you with his fingers, occasionally pulling back just to watch his hand move in and out of you.

“You’re clenching so hard around my fingers,” he teased, voice vibrating against you. “Been thinking about this since the live, huh?”

The combination of Yunho kissing you and squeezing your breasts while Yeosang devoured you had you spiraling fast. 

Your hips bucked, moans growing louder, but they both slowed down whenever you got too close.

When you were shaking and desperately begging for release, they finally gave in.

Yunho laid back against the headboard and pulled you on top of him, guiding you down onto his cock. You moaned loudly at the stretch as he filled you completely, his hands gripping your hips to help you move. His eyes never left yours.

Yeosang moved behind you, his chest pressed to your back. His long fingers teased your other entrance, carefully working you open with lube until you were ready. Then he slowly pushed inside you, filling you from behind.

The feeling of both of them inside you at once was overwhelming. They moved in perfect sync, hands everywhere. Yunho’s strong grip on your waist, Yeosang’s elegant fingers digging into your hips, one hand reaching around to rub your clit.

They fucked you together, deep, steady, and intense. Yunho kissed you hungrily, Yeosang left teasing bites along your shoulder while whispering filthy praise in your ear.

His hand slid up to gently hold your throat as he thrust deeper. “Such a good girl for us.”

“You’re taking both of us so well,” Yunho groaned, eyes locked on yours.

The pleasure built fast and overwhelming. You came hard around both of them, clenching and shaking as they fucked you through it. 

They followed soon after, Yunho pulling you down hard with a wrecked moan, and Yeosang burying himself deep letting out a low, breathy, almost broken whimper against your ear.

You collapsed onto Yunho’s chest, completely spent, with both of them still inside you, their hands gently stroking your skin as you all caught your breath.

The rest of the night unfolded in a haze of shared pleasure, with both men taking turns.

Yunho's strong hands spreading you open from behind as he leaned down to lick and suck at your sensitive folds while Yeosang kissed you deeply.

Yunho sliding into you with deep, measured trusts while Yeosang fed you his cock for you to suck slowly.

Yeosang lying back so you could ride his face, his tongue working you relentlessly as his hands hold your thighs, while Yunho knelt in front of you to take him deep into your mouth, his fingers tangled in your hair as he groaned praises.

Spooned between them, Yeosang in front sliding in with gentle, shallow thrusts and Yunho behind you pressing in alongside, his fingers lazily circling your clit…clenching around them and reaching back to stroke whichever one needs attention. They took turns entering you, guiding you to another glorious high.

Then later in the shower, Yunho standing behind you under the spray, his large hands soaping your body while his hard cock slid between your thighs, rubbing against your clit with slow, slippery thrusts. Yeosang facing you, dropping to his knees to lick and suck at your chest and between your legs, his tongue flicking in rhythm with Yunho’s movements.

It was absolutely perfect.

Then, feeling all fuzzy from the series of highs and the steamy shower you dried each other off affectionately. Yunho wrapped you in a big fluffy towel and carried you back to the bed.

The three of you collapsed together onto the fresh sheets in a warm, tangled pile. 

Yunho pulled you against his chest, your head right where his heartbeat was, one of his strong arms curled protectively around your waist. 

Yeosang settled in behind you, pressing his body flush to your back, one long leg draped over yours, his elegant fingers gently tracing soothing patterns along your hip and thigh.

No one spoke much anymore. Just soft, sleepy murmurs.

“You were perfect tonight, baby,” Yunho whispered against the top of your head, pressing a lingering kiss there. His voice was low and raspy with exhaustion and satisfaction.

Yeosang nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath warm and steady. “So good for us… We’re definitely doing this again,” he added with a soft, tired chuckle before placing a gentle kiss just below your ear.

You hummed contentedly, utterly spent and surrounded by their warmth. One of your hands rested on Yunho’s chest, the other reached back to loosely hold Yeosang’s wrist, fingers loosely intertwined with his. 

Their hands…those same hands that had started all of this, now moved in slow, comforting strokes over your skin: Yunho’s broad palm rubbing your back, Yeosang’s long fingers gently carding through your hair.

The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of breathing gradually slowing and deepening. The scent of soap, skin, and sex lingered in the air as the last traces of tension melted away.

The front windows were framed with soft white curtains and the air inside always had that comforting scent of fresh bread, vanilla and whatever seasonal pastries you’d decided to focus on that week. 

A small chalkboard menu hung behind the counter, your handwriting neat and cheerful- listing everything from fluffy scones to your famous blueberry muffins.

You loved this place and the simple rhythm of your life. Kneading dough before sunrise, the gentle chime of the bell above the door, the way regulars slowly became like family.

It wasn’t a flashy place, no big signs or overpriced gimmicks…just honest food,

made with love and a quiet corner where people could breathe for a moment. 

You were happy and content. 

Most days you worked the counter yourself, apron tied around your waist, sleeves rolled up, a smudge of flour often dusting your cheek without even realizing it. 

Your hair was usually pulled back in a practical ponytail or braid, though a few rebellious strands always escaped. 

You moved with the easy confidence of someone who had found her calling…warm smiles for the tired office workers, gentle teasing for the university students cramming in the corner booth, and genuine interest in the people that you encountered.

That particular morning had started like any other. You’d baked a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls, their sticky-sweet aroma filling the shop, and were wiping down the counter when the bell chimed.

You looked up with your usual welcoming smile, expecting Mrs. Park from the flower shop next door or one of the local delivery guys.

Instead, a tall young man stepped inside, ducking out of habit as he passed through 

the doorway. 

He had dark, slightly tousled hair that fell softly over his forehead, framing a strikingly handsome face. His features were gentle and warm with expressive dark eyes that crinkled gently at the corners when he smiled, revealing round, apple-like cheeks. His heart shaped lips were curved in a friendly expression. 

His soft grey hoodie, layered beneath a casual dark navy wool-blend coat, did little to hide his broad shoulders. 

He carried himself with quiet confidence as he breathed in the sweet scent of the bakery, his presence instantly filling the space with a warm, bright energy.

For a second, your breath caught. He was incredibly good-looking.

“Morning,” he said, his voice smooth and low with a friendly tone. His gaze swept over the display case before landing back on you, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

“First time here. I just moved to the area a few days ago and I’ve been following my nose around the neighborhood like a stray puppy, trying to find the good stuff. This place smells amazing! I couldn't pass it up.”

You smiled, feeling a small flutter of warmth 

in your chest. Spreading your arms wide, you exclaimed dramatically, “Well, welcome to the neighborhood! 

“And you're in luck,” you added with a wink. "Everything's fresh from this morning.

The cinnamon rolls are especially good today if you’re in the mood for something sweet.”

He stepped closer to the counter, eyes lighting up like a kid at a candy store. Up close, he was even taller than he first appeared, easily over six feet, and the way his warm brown eyes focused on you made the small space feel a little more intimate.

“I’ll take one of those cinnamon rolls and a large caramel macchiato please,” returning your smile with one that made his eyes crinkle again. “Iced. And if it’s as good as it smells, I might have to make this my new morning routine.”

You plated the roll with an extra generous swirl of icing and poured his coffee. As you slid both across the counter, your fingers accidentally brushed his. A tiny spark traveled up your arm.

He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his smile widened just a fraction.

“Thanks,” he said softly. “I’m Yunho, by the way.”

“Y/N,” you replied, returning the smile. “Nice to meet you, Yunho. I hope you like it.”

He took a big bite right there at the counter, eyes widening dramatically before closing in pure bliss.

“Mmmm!… Wow…these are dangerous. 

Are you trying to ruin all other bakeries for me on purpose? Because it’s working.”

He tilted his head with a playful smirk. 

You laughed lightly at his cute, boyish demeanor. 

“Flattery before your first coffee huh? 

My my… someone is hitting the ground running today,” you said with a wink.

He grinned, lingering for just a second longer, sipping his coffee while his gaze stayed on you with quiet curiosity. Then, with one last smile and an almost reluctant nod, he headed out, the bell chiming cheerfully behind him.

You caught yourself watching through the window as he walked down the street, taking another bite of the cinnamon roll. Even from behind, his tall frame and easy stride were noticeable.

You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you went back to wiping the counter.

After the last customer left and you had hung the “Closed” sign on the door, you went through your familiar evening ritual. 

You wiped down every surface until you could see your reflection in the countertop, swept up the scattered crumbs and fallen sugar crystals, and carefully packed away the leftover pastries.

The cinnamon roll scent still lingered in the air, making you smile as you remembered the tall stranger Yunho, and the way his eyes had lit up with that first bite. A response like that was exactly why you loved being a chef so much. 

By the time you locked up and stepped out into the cool evening air, the sky had already deepened into twilight. 

The short walk to your apartment just around the corner from the bakery was quiet, your footsteps echoing softly on the sidewalk. 

You climbed the narrow stairs at the back of the building, keys jingling in your hand.

Once inside, you kicked off your shoes with a sigh of relief and let your hair down, running your fingers through it to loosen the braid. 

The apartment was small but cozy, soft lighting, plants on the windowsill, and the faint smell of vanilla from the diffuser you always kept running. 

You changed out of your flour-dusted clothes into an oversized sweater and soft lounge pants and went into the kitchen.

Dinner was simple tonight: leftover vegetable stir-fry from yesterday, quickly reheated.

You ate at the small table by the window, scrolling absentmindedly through your phone, as your mind drifted off again.

Yunho.

You kept replaying the moment his fingers brushed yours…the tingle of electricity you felt. The way his warm brown eyes crinkled when he smiled and that low, smooth voice when he teased you.

He had such a gentle, bright presence… tall and confident, yet somehow boyish and charming at the same time.

You smiled to yourself, cheeks warming slightly. Then you snapped out of it. 

Get it together, Y/N. He’s just a new neighbor who liked your cinnamon rolls. 

You cleaned up the dishes and moved to the bathroom. 

You ran yourself a warm bath with lavender Epsom salts, sinking in with a contented sigh. The hot water eased the ache in your shoulders from hours of kneading dough. 

You soaked for about an hour, letting your mind go quiet before finally reluctantly getting out. After the bath, you slipped into bed with a book. 

When you eventually set the book aside and turned off the lamp, you found yourself thinking of Yunho again…

Maybe he’ll come back tomorrow…

The days that followed settled into a gentle rhythm. Yunho became a constant in the bakery’s morning rush. He’d arrive shortly after opening, ducking through the doorway with that easy, tall grace, his warm brown eyes always finding yours immediately.

He’d order his usual cinnamon roll and macchiato, but always accepted whatever small surprise you added, a different glaze, a warm muffin, a slice of whatever you’d been testing.

There were small, lingering brushes of your fingers against his, each touch making your heart skip a beat. 

Conversations stayed light: he’d ask about your favorite seasonal flavors, you’d tease him about his rapidly developing cinnamon roll dependency. 

He listened to you like every detail mattered. A shared smile across the counter, a soft laugh at some small neighborhood story, and then he’d leave with a quiet “See you tomorrow,” his tall frame pausing just a moment longer at the door each time.

It was simple and sweet and it made your day a bit brighter. Slowly you found yourself looking forward to these little moments with him. In the past, this might have made you on edge and uneasy but somehow with him…you felt safe. 

So …you let yourself feel it.

‘Just a little bit', you were telling yourself.

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Yunho was slowly settling into his new home and neighbourhood. The quiet streets, the little shops tucked between older buildings, the way the morning light filtered through the trees … it was all starting to feel less like a temporary landing and more like somewhere he could truly belong. 

As the boxes in his apartment slowly emptied and the unfamiliarity faded, the place started to feel like a home.

There was something else that had been helping with that as well… 

The pretty owner of that little bakery on the corner of the street, Y/N.

Every morning he found himself drawn back to your bakery like a quiet ritual. It wasn’t just the warm, comforting smells or the soft lighting that made the space feel like a gentle embrace. It was you. He felt drawn to you somehow.

He loved the way your face would light up when he stepped through the door, your pretty eyes sparkling with that genuine, welcoming smile when he stepped through the door. 

They seemed blue at first but then one day…as the light hit them just right you were surprised to find out they were in fact green…

bright, living green, laced with delicate flecks of jade and a speck of gold that made them shift and shimmer like sunlit water. 

They were impossible to pin down, always changing with the light, just like you.

Yunho had been restless about the move but these natural flowing conversations made him more at ease in this new chapter.

You never let him get away with anything. You matched his teasing energy perfectly- quick, playful, and just as sharp- turning every exchange into a sparkling back-and-forth that made his heart flutter. 

Then at the same time you had this calm, steady warmth about you that felt like home.

And then there was the easy confidence in your movements as you worked behind the counter, sleeves rolled up, flour in your face and all over your clothes.

He thought about the way your fingers brushed his when you would hand him his order. Brief, but enough to send a quiet 

spark through him. 

You made him feel seen in a way that was both comforting and quietly thrilling. 

“Get it together, Yunho,” he scolded himself as he tucked his hands into his pockets.

He couldn't lie though…you were on his mind quite a lot. Maybe too much…?

Or maybe not.

Because for the first time since arriving here, this neighborhood truly felt like it could be home. And a big part of that reason was you.

The gentle rhythm between you continued in the days that followed, each visit adding to the growing connection.

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It was a slow Tuesday morning.

Only a couple of regulars sat tucked in the corner booths with their laptops. You were rearranging a tray of fresh lemon-poppyseed muffins when the bell chimed.Yunho stepped inside, ducking slightly as always, his tall frame filling the doorway in that effortlessly charming way. 

His dark hair looked a little windswept today, and his t-shirt clung softly to his broad shoulders. His warm brown eyes found you immediately, and that familiar crinkle appeared at the corners as he smiled.

“Morning, Y/N!” he said, voice low and smooth like always. He approached the counter, but instead of placing his usual order right away, he paused, fingers tapping lightly against the wood. 

There was a clear hint of nervousness in the way he shifted his weight, it was quite adorable on someone so tall and composed.

You wiped your hands on your apron and offered him your usual bright smile. “The usual today? Or are we feeling adventurous?”

He chuckled softly, but it came out a little breathier than normal. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing down for a second before looking up at you again. His gaze was gentle, those warm brown eyes catching the morning light.

“I've been thinking…you know that hiking trail I mentioned last week? The one with the overlook and the wildflowers starting to bloom?” 

You nodded, your heart picking up its pace.

"I was wondering..." He leaned in just a little, voice dropping with quiet sincerity. "If you'd like to go with me sometime? Maybe this weekend?”

He ran a hand through his hair nervously.

“Or whenever you have a free afternoon. No pressure at all, I just thought it might be nice to get out of the bakery for a bit, breathe some fresh air… and I’d really like to spend some time with you outside of these four walls.”

The words were spilling out of him like he'd been holding them in for days and couldn't stop the flow now.

The invitation settled between you like a soft, hopeful spark. 

For a moment, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla in the air felt even sweeter. Your cheeks warmed, and you could feel that familiar flutter in your chest as you were processing what he was asking you.

He watched you carefully, his apple cheeks noticeably pinker, one hand still lingering awkwardly at the back of his neck as if he wasn’t sure what to do with it. 

Boyish hope shone through his usual calm confidence, making him look even more endearing.

You smiled, the warmth spreading through you. “I’d like that,” you replied softly, matching his gentle tone. “A lot, actually. This weekend sounds perfect. How about after the saturday rush dies down?”

Yunho’s whole face lit up, eyes crinkling deeply as relief and joy washed over his expression. His smile grew wide and genuine. 

“Yeah? Great. I’ll check the weather and let you know the best time. I promise I won’t let you get lost… or at least I’ll get us lost together.”

You laughed, the sound light and easy in the quiet bakery. You exchanged numbers and he stayed a few minutes longer than usual, ordering his cinnamon roll and macchiato with an extra bounce in his step, stealing glances at you while you prepared his order. 

When your fingers brushed again handing him the plate, the spark felt stronger this time—full of new possibilities.

As he headed toward the door, he paused and looked back over his shoulder, his tall frame silhouetted against the morning light.

“Can’t wait, Y/N,” he said warmly.

“Same.” You answered with a smile.

Then the bell chimed behind him, leaving you standing there with flour on your cheek and a smile you somehow couldn’t wipe off your face.

The rest of the day floated by in a dreamy haze. You hummed while finishing the morning batch of scones, chatted cheerfully with every customer, and caught yourself glancing at the door more than once, already picturing the two of you on that trail together. 

When you finally flipped the sign to “Closed” that evening, you locked up with a soft, content smile, heart still light and full of sweet anticipation.

You smiled faintly as you slowly turned around in his arms. “Is that right?” You ran your finger down his chest, looking up at him with your head slightly tilted.

“So….are you saying you need some help with that?”

“Yes please,” he nodded, dark with need… a desperate expression starting to creep onto his face.

You pressed your finger firmly against his chest and began walking him backwards out of the kitchen, guiding him into the living room.

“I’ll help you, baby… but only if you do exactly what I say.

No rushing, no arguing. You follow my lead and you’ll get your reward. Understand?”

He swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Yes… I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Good boy.” You kept pushing him back until he was standing in the middle of the room.

“Now unzip your pants and get on your knees for me.”

Yunho obeyed without hesitation, freeing his thick, flushed length.

He sank down to his knees right in front of you, looking up with that perfect needy expression…brows furrowed, lips parted, eyes already dark and begging.

“Wrap your hand around it,” you purred, voice low and seductive. “Nice and firm.”

“Now stroke slowly for me, base to tip. I want to watch you make that pretty face while you touch yourself.”

His long fingers curled around his aching cock and started moving exactly as you told him…slow, deliberate strokes.

His expression melted into pure bliss: lashes fluttering, mouth falling open as soft, broken moans escaped.

“Mmm, yes…,” you cooed, stepping closer. “Look at you, stroking yourself so beautifully. You look absolutely gorgeous like this.”

Does it feel good baby? Tell me while you keep moving your hand just like that.”

“So fucking good,” he groaned, voice cracking. “Been throbbing for hours because of you…”

You leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “Now take your other hand and run it up your throat.”

He started moving immediately, sliding his free hand up the beautiful column of his neck.

“Yes….just like that. You are doing so good obeying me like this.”

Now…grip it. Feel how warm you are while you keep stroking for me. I want to you to loose yourself completely.”

Yunho whimpered as his fingers trailed down the long column of his neck before gripping lightly.

The added sensation made him moan louder, his expression intensifying….eyes rolling back slightly, brows pinched deeper, mouth open wider as he continued those slow, slick strokes.

You kept talking him through it, voice dripping with teasing sweetness.

“That’s it… squeeze your neck a little tighter while you twist your hand over the head.”

“Look at you…all wrecked like this, on your knees, touching your cock and your pretty neck for me.”

“You’re leaking so much… such a good, desperate boy. A little faster now, but don’t you dare cum yet.”

His thighs trembled, moans growing deeper and more broken as both hands moved under your control, that blissful, overwhelmed face fully on display.

Right as his breathing turned ragged and his cock pulsed hard in his fist, you grabbed his loosened tie and tugged his head up firmly.

“Don’t cum,” you commanded softly. “Not yet.”

Yunho let out a frustrated whine, freezing in place with that wrecked expression frozen on his flushed face.

You smiled and pulled his tie like a leash, dragging him toward the bedroom. “Come on, baby. Time for your reward.”

Once inside the bedroom, you pushed him firmly onto the bed.

Yunho fell back against the mattress, breathing heavily, cock still hard and leaking as he watched you with desperate eyes.

You stepped back slowly, giving him a teasing smile. With deliberate movements, you reached behind yourself and unzipped your little black dress, letting it slide down your body and pool at your feet.

Beneath it you wore a delicate black lace set that barely covered anything, the sheer fabric clinging to your curves, and a garter belt that made his eyes darken even more.

Yunho let out a low, needy groan at the sight, his hand instinctively twitching toward his cock.

He looked so flushed and beautiful, spread out, his long body stretched out and trembling.

His usual confident smirk had melted away, replaced by something raw and unguarded.

This was the face you loved the most.

Brows furrowed in desperate pleasure, lips parted on a broken moan, eyes half-lidded and glassy with overwhelming sensation. That perfect mix of bliss and surrender that only you could pull from him.

You approached him slowly and straddled his hips, settling down on top of him. Hovering just above his throbbing length, you looked into his eyes and whispered softly:

“Let me take care of you, baby… Just relax.”

Then you slowly sank down onto his aching cock, taking every thick inch of him in one smooth glide until he was buried deep inside you.

You adjusted for a second, feeling the overwhelming stretch. Then you started rolling your hips in a deep, teasing rhythm, taking him fully every time you sank down.

"Fuck... baby," he gasped, his voice hoarse and wrecked. His hands gripped your thighs hard enough to leave marks, but he didn't guide you…he just held on, lost in how good you made him feel.

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his ear while grinding harder, clenching around him deliberately.

"Look at you," you whispered, nipping his jaw. "Making that pretty face just for me…look at how deep you are, does it feel good baby?"

Yunho's head tipped back against the pillow, exposing the long line of his throat as another low, needy groan escaped him.

His eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open, that blissful expression deepening,.mouth slack, cheeks burning red, lashes wet at the corners.

Every thrust of your hips pulled another helpless sound from him, his cock throbbing hot and thick inside you.

"You're so fucking good to me," he panted, voice cracking as you picked up the pace. "Don't stop... please…ahh!..."

You kissed him messily, swallowing his moans while riding him faster, chasing the way his body shook under you.

His face was pure ecstasy now, completely undone, eyes rolling back slightly as he got closer, that gorgeous, fucked out expression pushing you closer to the edge too.

"Come on baby," you breathed against his lips. "Let me see it. Let me feel you fall apart.”

With a choked cry, his body seized, face twisting in overwhelming pleasure as he came hard, pulsing deep inside you while moaning your name like a prayer.

You rode him through it, slowing down as his hips finally stopped twitching. Leaning forward, you brushed the damp hair from his forehead and smiled down at him.

“Feel better now?” you asked softly, still gently rocking against him.

Yunho let out a breathless, shaky laugh, eyes still hazy as he looked up at you with pure adoration.

“Fuck… yeah,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “I swear…one of these days, you're gonna kill me.” He pulled you down closer, pressing a firm kiss to your lips.

“But I’d die happy,” he added, letting out a satisfied sigh.

You chuckled softly and kissed him again, slower this time, gazing down at him with a loving smile.

“Damn straight, baby,” you murmured against his lips, brushing your thumb gently across his cheek as you got lost at the sight of this beautiful man, flushed and breathless beneath you.

“Dont ever forget it now…you’re all mine to ruin… ánd put back together…

"Start by slowly running your hand down your chest. All the way down....can you feel the way your heart is racing for me?”

“Keep going lower. Spread your legs just a little wider…yeah, just like that. Fuck you look so pretty obeying me like this.”

His tone drops even deeper, husky with control.

“Now touch yourself the way I like. Slow circles, don't rush it."

How is that? Let me hear how good it feels…that's right baby.”

He tilts his head slightly, lips curving into a possessive smirk as he keeps his eyes fixed on you.

“Slide a finger inside. Deeper. That’s it… curl it. Imagine it’s my hand deep inside your walls. 

Remember now…you don't get to come until I tell you so.”

His voice grows rougher, dominant edge sharpening.

“Keep your eyes on me while you fuck yourself. Go faster…I'm right here with you. 

“You’re doing so well for me… but you’re going to take more. Add another finger.”

“Stretch yourself open like you know I would. I want to see you move your hips, chasing it.

“Now I want to hear you beg me for permission to go harder.” 

“Say my name when you do it.”

He never breaks eye contact, breathing steady and controlled while you fall apart under his instructions.

“That’s my good little angel… keep going. 

I know, I can tell how much you want me to touch you…but I’m not done watching you quite yet.” 

“You’re going to ride your hand until you’re shaking and dripping.”

“Add another finger. Stretch that pretty pussy open wider. I’m watching how you take it.”

“Yeah… just like that. Look at you, so fucking wet…dripping down your thighs. Good girl.”

“Grind your palm against your clit while you fuck yourself harder. I want to see your legs shaking.”

He tilts his head slightly, lips parted, drinking in the sight of you losing yourself under his orders.

“Faster. Don’t you dare slow down. I can see how close you are...your eyes fluttering, your mouth falling open like that… so fucking pretty when you’re falling apart.” 

Finally, he moves at the sight of you fucking yourself so obediently, dripping and trembling.  

He steps closer, one large hand sliding firmly around the back of your neck, thumb pressing under your jaw to tilt your face up so you can’t escape his gaze. 

His other hand trails slowly down your body, possessive and unhurried, until he cups between your legs, feeling exactly how wet you are.

“Mmm… fucking soaked,” he murmurs against your ear, lips brushing your skin. “I’m going to ruin you nice and slow.”

He pushes two thick fingers inside you without warning, deep and deliberate, curling them instantly against that spot that makes the coil tighten in your stomach. 

His grip on your neck tightens just enough to keep you steady as he starts pumping them in a steady rhythm, thumb circling your clit with perfect pressure.

“Feel that? That’s me taking what’s mine,” he growls softly, eyes never leaving your face, drinking in every gasp and flutter of your eyes.

 “I’m stretching you open, fucking you with my fingers while I watch you fall apart. You’re clenching so tight around me…pretty little thing.”

He leans in, teeth grazing your neck as he adds another finger, pushing deeper, scissoring them to open you up more.

His pace picks up, wet sounds filling the air as he works you harder, palm grinding against your clit with every thrust.

“Don’t look away. Eyes on me while I finger-fuck you until your legs shake.” 

“That’s it… ride my hand like you are desperate for it.”

His free hand moves to your chest, pinching and rolling your nipple. 

He’s completely in control…holding you up, fingering you relentlessly, while whispering filthy praise right against your mouth.

“I’m not stopping until you cum all over my fingers… then I’m bending you over and giving you every inch of my cock while I keep watching you lose it completely.”

The words that follow tip you over the edge.

You slipped into nothing but his favorite oversized baseball jersey…hem barely skimming the tops of your thighs, no panties, no bra… and walked barefoot toward his private fitness room.

Your heart was already racing, heat pooling low in your belly just thinking about him, glistening with sweat, arms bulging.

You pushed open the door to his private fitness room, the heavy beat of the music filling the air.

He was in the middle of a set on the pull-up bar.. shirtless, sweat dripping down his sculpted back and arms with his veins popping as he was doing another rep.

He glanced over when you entered but kept going, his jaw tight.

You leaned against the doorframe.. the hem of the jersey barely covering your thighs.

“Baby… are you almost done? "I'm bored."

Your voice was slow and honey laced.

“Almost done.”- he grunted mid-pull up.

Oh come on….you’re really gonna keep working out when I’m standing here like this?” you purred, slowly turning so the jersey rode up.

He dropped down for a second, breathing heavily.

“I’m in the middle of my set. Behave.”

Of course you had zero intention of behaving.

You stepped closer, biting your lip, and ran your fingers along the edge of the jersey.

“How am I supposed to walk away when your arms look so good baby… all sweaty and big. Bet they’d look even better wrapped around me.”

He growled low and grabbed the bar again, still trying to ignore you. You smirked and took another step, letting the jersey slip off one shoulder.

“Come on… just five minutes.

We'll make it a bet.

You break me within 5 minutes…

I do laundry for the rest of the month.

You fail…

then YOU do laundry for the rest of the month.

Pausing for a second, you added smugly:

You'll have to catch me first though…

Then stepping back, eyes sparkling with mischief: “

unless you think you can’t…?”

You tilted your head, giving him your sweetest smile and added:

“Jjol?”

That did it.

He dropped down from the bar with a heavy thud, chest heaving, and started walking toward you, eyes locked on you like prey.

You let out a shriek and made a run for it,

bare feet slapping against the cool floor as you sprinted down the long hallway. You could hear the heavy thud of his footsteps behind you… fast, determined, gaining on you.

“You really think you can run from me, sweetheart?” he growled as his footsteps pounded even closer. “Silly little girl.”

“You’re getting it now baby.

When I catch you..I’m bouncing that tight little ass off the nearest wall until you’re shaking, creaming down my cock and begging me to stop.”

You didn't even notice he reached you before it was too late. Still trying to get away, he caught you mid sprint...yanking you back against his hard, sweat-slicked chest in one effortless motion.

He lifted you clean off the ground like you weighed nothing, your bare feet kicking in the air before he spun you around and slammed your back against the hallway wall.

His massive body pinned you down…there was nowhere to go.

One thick veiny arm braced beside your head, bicep flexing as he caged you in. The other gloved hand gripped your jaw, forcing your eyes up to meet his.

"Got you.”

Lips brushing yours, his hips rolled forward, grinding his hard cock against your bare pussy under the jersey… letting you feel exactly how much your little stunt had affected him.

“Where do you think you're running off to huh? Don't you know bad girls get pinned and fucked?”

You whimpered… already soaked.

He didn't waste any time. His hand slid down, roughly yanking the jersey up.

With one arm hooked under your thigh, he spread you open and lifted you higher, your back scraping the wall as he lined himself up.

"Nowhere to run now baby," he rasped, voice rough with lust. Then he plunged into you in one deep, punishing stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

A broken moan tore from your throat as he started bouncing you on his cock… hard, relentless, using his sculpted arms to support you as he fucked you against the wall.

Every powerful thrust slammed your ass back into the cool surface… the wet, slapping sound of skin on skin echoing down the hallway.

His muscles flexed and strained with every move, sweat dripping down his chest onto yours. The sight alone made your walls clench around him and your stomach started to tighten.

He kept one hand fisted in the jersey, the other gripping your ass so tight you knew you'd bruise.

"Bad girl…look at you now,"" he groaned, eyes locked on where you were stretched around him.

"Taking me so deep and loving it. This what you wanted when you came in to tease me?"

He angled his hips and drove into you even harder, hitting that perfect spot over and over until your legs started trembling around him,.

A desperate, broken moan escaped from

your throat…loud, needy, and completely uncontrollable.

"Answer me," he demanded, teeth grazing your neck. "Tell me whose tight little pussy this is.”

Your mind was spinning, pleasure crashing through you with every brutal thrust. You could barely think, let alone speak, but the words spilled out anyway…all shaky.

“Y-yours…” you gasped, “It’s yours… all yours…”

He let out a low, satisfied growl and rewarded you with an especially deep stroke, grinding up into you so hard your back arched off the wall.

“That’s right, baby,” he rasped against your throat, teeth scraping your skin. “This tight little pussy belongs to me.”

His massive arms flexed as he adjusted his grip, one hand sliding under your other thigh so he was holding you completely suspended against the wall, legs spread wide around his waist.

The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, bouncing you on his cock with nothing but raw power.

Every upward thrust slammed your ass against the wall.

Your head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry as he used his strength to manhandle you exactly how he wanted.

Sweat from his chest continued to drip onto your skin. His biceps were flexed, veins popping out as he fucked you harder, faster, like he was trying to break you for real.

“Fuck… look at you falling apart on my cock,” he groaned, voice rough.

“Such a little tease… and now you’re creaming all over me.”

Your walls clenched around him helplessly. The pressure was building fast.

Your legs started shaking uncontrollably around his waist as he kept pounding that perfect spot.

“You gonna cum for me already?” he taunted, lips brushing your ear. “Go ahead, baby. Soak my cock. Show me what this pussy can do.”

He angled his hips one more time and slammed up into you again and again, his powerful arms never faltering as he fucked you senseless.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave that made your whole body seize up.

You screamed.

Letting out a sharp, broken cry, you squirted hard all over him.

Hot, clear fluid gushed out around his cock with every brutal thrust, soaking his abs, dripping down your thighs, and splattering onto the floor beneath you.

Your legs shook uncontrollably around his waist, toes curling as the intense release kept pulsing through you in messy, uncontrollable waves.

“Fu-uuck… that’s it,” he groaned, voice thick with lust as he felt you gush around him.

“Look at you squirting all over my cock like a dirty little thing. So fucking messy for me.”

He didn’t slow down. His massive arms held you tighter, biceps bulging as he kept bouncing you on his dick through your orgasm, drawing it out longer and harder.

The wet, obscene sounds of your squirt and his thrusts filled the hallway as he fucked you through every aftershock.

Your vision blurred. Your head fell forward onto his shoulder, body trembling and twitching in his unbreakable hold while he kept pounding into your soaked, sensitive pussy.

Slowly, the intense waves began to fade. Your moans turned into soft, breathy whimpers as you came back down, legs weak and shaking around his waist.

He finally slowed his thrusts, grinding deep and lazy inside you as he held you pinned to the wall. A smug, satisfied chuckle rumbled against your ear.

“Looks like I won the bet, baby,” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

“Under five minutes and you’re already squirting all over me like a good little loser.

Guess you’ll be doing my laundry for the rest of the month.”

You let out a tired, defeated laugh, still trying to catch your breath as you nuzzled into his neck.

“…Fine,” you mumbled, voice hoarse. “I admit it. You win. Consider me your laundry slave for the next thirty days.”

He grinned against your skin, clearly pleased. You pulled back just enough to look at him with a playful, exhausted smile.

“But if I’m doing your laundry… we should probably start with this jersey.”

You glanced down at the soaked, ruined fabric still bunched around your waist.

“Pretty sure I just destroyed it.”

He laughed warmly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he finally lowered you gently to the floor, keeping one strong arm wrapped around your waist for support.

Hmm… yeah, it does look pretty ruined doesn’t it?” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

“How about a little pre-wash in the shower?”

Before you could form a second thought, he bent down and tossed you over his shoulder, giving your bare ass a firm, playful slap.

He looked every bit the effortlessly hot genius in his office. Dark, silky black hair falling messily over his forehead, locks brushing the thin black-rimmed glasses that were sitting on his sharp nose. 

His white collared shirt was slightly unbuttoned at the top.. revealing a tempting slice of smooth, toned chest that somehow only left you wanting more.

He was leaning back in his leather chair, lost in thought as he stared at his laptop.

His side profile was lethal: high cheekbones…a defined jawline with the cutest little mole on his cheek, and full, plump lips that held enough power to make your head spin every time he put them on you.

The door clicked and he looked up.

Mingi’s eyes met yours instantly and a lazy, devastating smirk tugged at his lips. 

He leaned back further in the chair, one hand still resting on the laptop as his gaze dragged slowly down your body like he was undressing you right there.

“Well, well… look who decided to sneak in,” he drawled, voice low and warm, laced with that playfulness you were so weak for.

“Can't stay away from me huh?”

You walked toward him with a sway in your hips, stopping right beside his chair. 

"Please. You’re the one who texted me to ‘come see you immediately’ like it was an emergency.”

Mingi chuckled, deep and smooth, and caught your wrist, tugging you down onto his lap. You straddled him, your skirt riding up as his big hands settled possessively on your thighs.

“Emergency is right,” he said, lips brushing your jaw. “I fucked you in the elevator this morning and I’m already hard again just thinking about it. What the hell are you doing to me, baby?”

You laughed softly, threading your fingers through his messy hair, tugging it.

 You poked his chest, your lips pointing into a little pout. “Poor baby… A quickie against the mirror only a couple of hours ago and still you need more?”

“You are so greedy…’Mr Song’.”

Mingi’s smirk widened into a full, dangerous grin.

“Very greedy,” he admitted without shame, nipping at your bottom lip. His hands slid higher under your skirt, thumbs stroking the soft skin of your inner thighs and squeezing your ass, pulling you tighter against the obvious bulge in his slacks.

 “What can I say? You’re addictive, baby. One taste of you and I’m ruined for the rest of the day.”

“You were so fucking delicious this morning, moaning my name like a whisper so no one would hear… and now here you are again, sneaking back in like you didn’t just get stuffed a few hours ago.”

You rolled your hips teasingly against him, heat pooling between your legs. 

“What can I say… maybe I'm greedy too.”

Feeling the growing bulge in his slacks, you bit your lip. “Or..maybe I like knowing I can ruin your focus. What are you gonna do about it Mr. Song?”

Mingi’s eyes darkened behind his glasses. In one smooth motion, he stood up, lifting you effortlessly and setting you down on the edge of his wide mahogany desk. He stepped between your spread thighs, crowding you close.

“I….am going to fuck you right here on this desk… rough.” he promised, voice low and filthy. 

“I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside you that you’ll feel me for days. Hard strokes that will have your pretty tits pressed against the wood and your legs trembling. And I won’t stop. Not until this tight little pussy is creaming all over me.”

“Oh. And you will keep quiet and take it like a good girl.”

You bit your lip, heat flooding your body at his words, but you couldn’t resist teasing him. “Big promises, Mr. Song. You sure you’re not all talk after this morning?”

Mingi smirked and slid one large hand up your thigh, pushing your skirt higher. “Let’s see how mouthy you are in a second.”

His fingers teased along the edge of your panties before slipping underneath. He groaned softly when he found you already soaked. 

“Fuck, baby… you’re dripping.” 

Two thick fingers dragged through your center, spreading your wetness before he slowly pushed them inside you.

You gasped, gripping his shoulders as he curled his fingers deep, stroking that perfect spot with practiced ease. He pumped them in and out at a steady rhythm, his thumb circling your clit at the same time.

“Look at you,” he murmured, lips brushing your neck. “Taking my fingers so well already. So fucking wet for me again… greedy little thing.”

Your hips rocked against his hand, a soft whimper escaping despite your best efforts. 

“Mingi…”

“That’s it,” he praised, adding a third finger and stretching you open. He fucked you with them harder, faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet office. “Get this pussy nice and ready for my cock. I want you dripping down my desk when I’m done with you.”

Your thighs started to shake, pleasure coiling tight in your belly. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, Mingi pulled his fingers out, leaving you empty and aching.

Then he flipped you around without warning, bending you over the desk with a firm hand on your lower back. Your chest pressed against the cool wood, papers scattering as he yanked your skirt up to your waist and dragged your panties down your legs.

“Perfect,” he growled… palming your ass. 

You heard the sound of his belt and zipper and then felt the thick, hot head of his cock rubbing against your soaked entrance.

“I’m gonna remind you exactly why you keep coming back,” he murmured, voice husky with heat. 

“Remember what I said now,” he warned teasingly, gripping your hip. "Be quiet." 

Then he pushed in…deep and hard, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

You had to bite your arm to muffle your cry as he immediately set a rough, relentless pace, exactly like he promised. 

Each thrust was deep enough to make your toes curl, his hips snapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds.

“Fuck…that’s my pretty girl,” he groaned, one hand fisting your hair while the other held your hip, pulling you back onto his cock. “Taking me so deep… just like that.”

He fucked you harder, the desk creaking beneath you, his dirty praises and the sound of skin slapping skin filling the office as he chased both your pleasure and his.

You tried to stay quiet but you couldn't.

A loud moan slipped out before you could stop it. 

Mingi immediately leaned in, chest pressed flush to your back. One hand came around and he pushed two thick fingers into your mouth.

“Nuh-uh,” he teased against your ear, voice low and filthy as he stuffed your mouth with his fingers. "Didn't I tell you to keep quiet?” 

“Now suck.”

You moaned around his fingers, the sound now muffled. The taste of yourself on his skin only made you wetter.

“That’s it… good girl,” he praised, hips snapping harder against your ass. “Suck on them like you suck my cock. Keep that pretty mouth full so no one hears how good I'm making you feel.”

He fucked you even deeper, angling his hips so every relentless stroke dragged right against that sensitive spot inside you. 

His free hand gripped your hip hard, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust while his fingers pressed deeper into your mouth, almost reaching the back of your throat.

“Look at you,” he groaned, voice rough with pleasure. “Bent over my desk, drooling around my fingers, taking every inch like you were made for it. My dirty little girl.”

Your eyes watered with pleasure, thighs shaking violently as the intense rhythm pushed you closer and closer to the edge. You sucked harder on his fingers, whimpering around them.

Mingi felt you clenching around his cock and chuckled. 

“Wanna cum? Go on then, baby. Cream all over me while I keep this mouth stuffed.”

He slammed into you harder as your orgasm crashed over you. Your whole body trembled and shook, walls pulsing violently around his thick length. 

The sounds you made were completely muffled by his fingers, turning into desperate, wet whimpers.

Only when your orgasm started to fade did Mingi pull his fingers from your mouth, strings of saliva connecting them to your lips. 

He gripped both your hips with both hands and fucked you through the aftershocks with a few final, brutal thrusts, chasing his own high.

“Fu-uuck…good girl,” he groaned, voice strained as he came hard, flooding you with thick, hot spurts of cum.

He stayed buried deep inside you for a moment, both of you breathing heavily. 

Then he pressed soft kisses along your spine and gently pulled out, watching with satisfaction as his cum dripped down your thighs.

Mingi turned you around and lifted you to sit on the edge of the desk, cupping your flushed face with both hands.

 He kissed you deeply, tongue claiming yours.