You stood in the doorway watching him, arms wrapped around yourself, chewing lightly at your lip. It wasn’t about being aroused. Not yet. You just missed him. Missed the warmth of him, the way his presence calmed the noise in your chest.

“Can I…?” you asked gently, voice soft like the weather outside.

His eyes lifted from the page, immediately warm. “Come here, baby.”

You crossed the room slowly, straddling his lap without hesitation. His hands found your waist immediately, grounding you. You pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, just a small one, before leaning in to whisper, “I wanna feel close to you. Just for a bit. Can I?”

Seonghwa’s thumb stroked your hip as he looked up at you, searching, serious in the most tender way. “Of course,” he said. “Always.”

You reached between you both, your movements slow, deliberate. He was already starting to harden at your touch, but not fully, and when you sank down onto him, it was slow and steady more emotional than physical. Just the feeling of him inside you, soft and warm and whole.

You both exhaled, his arms wrapping fully around your back now, pressing you to him.

Neither of you moved. Not at first.

He held you like that for a while, kissing the top of your shoulder, your jaw, your temple. “You feel so good,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent. “Like I’m supposed to be here.”

You nodded, your cheek resting against his. “Don’t move,” you whispered. “Not yet.”

But the minutes passed. Your hips shifted now and then, not to grind but because the need to feel him deeper, fuller, was starting to hum under your skin. His hands began to roam more slowly too dragging up your spine, sliding under your shirt, brushing along your ribs.

Seonghwa’s breathing deepened. You felt him swell slightly inside you, your body tightening around him without meaning to.

“Baby…” he whispered, his voice strained now, his grip on your hips firmer. “If you keep squeezing me like that…”

You smiled into his neck, whispering, “Then don’t just sit there.”

That broke something.

His hips rolled up into you, slow and deep, pulling a gasp from both of you. One thrust. Then another. Measured. Controlled. But hungry.

“You feel… fuck… so tight like this” he growled into your skin, mouth finding your throat. “Wanted to keep it slow… but you’re making it so hard.”

You lifted your hips, just a little, before sinking back down, and his hands snapped to your thighs, anchoring you in place as he began to move with more purposegrinding up into you, making every stroke hit where you needed it most.

“Been holding back,” he groaned, “but I can’t. Not when you feel like this. Not when you beg for me without saying a word.”

The chair creaked under the rhythm of his thrusts now, his mouth everywhere your neck, your collarbone, your lips. The rain outside kept falling, unnoticed, drowned out by your quiet moans and the sound of skin meeting skin, the urgency between you unraveling fast.

And still, even as he fucked up into you, hard and deep, there was nothing rough about it. Just need. Just heat. Just love.

His rhythm grew heavier, deeper, as if every slow thrust was dragging something raw and honest out of him. You felt it how much he’d been holding back. Not just his body, but everything. Like every quiet look across the room, every soft kiss earlier, had been building to this.

“God, you feel like you were made for me,” Seonghwa breathed against your mouth, voice shaking. “You always do.”

You tried to respond, but all you managed was a soft whimper as he rolled his hips again, pressing so deep it stole the air from your lungs. His hand slid up your back, gripping the nape of your neck like he needed to hold onto something needed to remind himself you were real, here, wrapped around him.

Your fingers threaded into his hair, tugging gently, and he growled low in his throat, burying his face in your shoulder as his pace started to lose its steadiness. He was close. You could feel it in the way his thighs tensed beneath you, in the way his breath hitched with every movement.

“I was trying to stay soft with you,” he gasped, voice rough now, “but the way you’re clenching around me I can’t. I can’t be gentle anymore.”

You moaned softly, hips meeting his now, chasing each thrust, your bodies slipping into that perfect rhythm where everything else disappears. You couldn’t tell if you were guiding him or if he was taking control but it didn’t matter. It was mutual. It was messy. It was perfect.

“You want me to let go?” he asked, forehead pressed to yours, sweat beading at his temple. “Tell me. Please. I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” you whispered, then again, louder, more breathless. “Yes, Seonghwa. Don’t hold back.”

And with that, the last of his restraint snapped.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and stood effortless, controlled lifting you with him, never slipping out of you. He carried you to the bed, laying you down so gently it contrasted with the way he immediately sank back inside you with a deep, broken groan.

Now he moved with purpose. No more hesitation. No more pauses.

He braced himself above you, hand cradling your face as he rocked into you again and again, faster now, harder, but never losing that reverence in his eyes. “So beautiful,” he panted. “So perfect for me. I could live inside you.”

Your nails dug into his back as you arched into him, thighs trembling around his hips. The buildup was unbearable heat curling low in your stomach, your body tightening with every stroke, every word from his mouth.

“I’m so close,” he groaned, dropping his forehead to yours. “Cum with me. Please. Wanna feel you fall apart around me.”

You didn’t need more than that.

The pressure inside you snapped all at once, and you cried out his name, body clenching tight around him. That was all it took he cursed, choked on a moan, and spilled into you with a raw sound pulled from somewhere deep, hips pressed hard against yours as he let go completely.

You held him through it, arms wrapped around his back, hearts pounding in sync.

And when it was over, he didn’t pull away. He just kissed you slow and lingering and whispered, “Still wanna be close?”

You nodded, eyes soft and hazy.

“Good,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Because I’m not letting go yet.”

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Seonghwa

You walk in on him standing by the dryer, holding one of your lacy pairs with a soft, unreadable look. He jumps when he hears the door.

You: “You good there, Hwa?”

Seonghwa: clearly flustered “I-I was just making sure it was… clean?”

You: smirking “Uh-huh. Sure. Need a moment alone with it?”

He’s red for a full hour after that.

Yunho

You catch him walking down the hall, suspiciously tucking something behind his back. You raise a brow.

You: “What’s behind your back?”

Yunho: laughing nervously “Nothing! Just… definitely not your underwear.”

You: “So it is my underwear?”

Yunho: “I missed you! It still smells like you!”

You burst out laughing because somehow it’s endearing, in a mildly unhinged boyfriend way.

Yeosang

This man thought he was slick. Too slick. You find him sitting on the couch, flipping through his phone… with your underwear on his lap like a little trophy.

You: “You forgot to hide the evidence.”

Yeosang: “whaaaattt… who put these here”

He pinches the fabric picking them up as if he’s disgusted. Then he points with his other hand to the wall behind you, after turning back to him the colourful fabric was gone.

Yeosang: “what the heck just happened?”

He acted clueless scratching his head.

San

You see him sprint past the hallway like a child who just stole cookies except you spot the fabric peeking out of his hoodie pocket.

You: “SAN!”

San: yelling from down the hall “I HAVE NO REGRETS!”

He comes back later with them folded, apologizing… but also asks if he can keep a pair “for when he misses you.”

Mingi

Caught red-handed, literally holding them with a lovesick smile.

You: “You gonna put those back or?”

Mingi: pouting like a giant guilty puppy “They smell like you…”

You: trying not to laugh “you have the smell of me right here” shoves her arm to his nose.

He just grins and hugs you underwear still in hand then shoving them in his pocket shamelessly.

Wooyoung

This man wants to get caught. He holds them up like a prize and smirks.

Wooyoung: “to save you struggle looking for them. Their mine now”

You: “Put them down.”

Wooyoung: still holding them “Come take them then.”

…and now it’s a flirty chase around the apartment. Well that’s until you tackle him and he’s screeching for you to let go of his hair (you weren’t playing)

Jongho

He’s the least subtle. He literally walks up and asks:

Jongho: “Can I keep this one?”

You: laughing in shock “You’re supposed to be the normal one!”

Jongho: “Exactly. That’s why I asked. See? Respectful underwear theft.”

You: rolling your eyes and nodding “fine… but only for a week.”

He walks away in triumph

You: “I want them back In one pice.”

Your warm mouth, your wicked tongue, your delicate hands trailing torturous patterns along his thighs, purposely avoiding where he needed you most. You loved seeing him like this so needy, so desperate when he was usually the one making you beg.

But not tonight.

Tonight, Yunho was yours to tease.

You kissed along the inside of his thighs, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your lips. His head fell back against the pillows, chest rising and falling heavily as you took your sweet time.

“Baby,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Stop teasing.”

You smirked, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just above where he was aching for you. “But you look so pretty when you’re like this.”

A deep, frustrated groan rumbled from his chest, and you could see the way his hands itched to grab you, to flip you over and take control the way he always did.

But he wouldn’t. Not tonight.

You had made him promise no touching, no guiding, no taking control. Tonight, Yunho was yours to break.

And god, was he breaking beautifully.

You licked a slow stripe along his length before finally taking him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked just enough to make him curse under his breath.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his head rolling back against the pillows. His hands twitched at his sides, his self-control hanging by a thread. “You feel so good.”

You hummed around him, watching the way his body shuddered in response. You could feel him tensing beneath you, his abs tightening with every flick of your tongue, every squeeze of your fingers.

He was so close already.

But you weren’t about to let him off that easily.

Right as he was about to fall over the edge, you pulled off of him completely, wiping your lips as you gazed up at him with a mischievous smirk.

Yunho’s eyes snapped open.

“What-” He looked down at you, his expression wrecked, betrayed, devastated. His chest was heaving, his thighs trembling, his cock twitching in desperation.

“Did you really think I was gonna let you cum that fast?” You tilted your head, trailing your nails down his abdomen, feeling his muscles twitch beneath your touch.

His lips parted, but no words came out. He was too far gone, too desperate to form a coherent sentence.

And god, it was delicious.

You leaned down, licking up his length agonizingly slow, watching as he sucked in a sharp breath. His hands fisted the sheets even tighter, his entire body shaking with restraint.

“Y/N,” he gritted out, voice low and desperate. “I swear to god-”

“What?” you murmured against his skin. “What are you gonna do?”

His jaw clenched. His eyes were blown wide with hunger, but the frustration in them only made you smirk.

“You don’t get to threaten me,” you cooed. “Not when you’re the one begging for my touch.”

Yunho let out a wrecked groan, his head falling back once again. His arms trembled, his body desperately craving more, and it was making you drunk with power.

His self-control was crumbling.

So, you decided to push him even further.

You lowered your mouth back onto him, taking him all the way in this time, feeling the way he throbbed against your tongue.

That was when he lost it.

“F-FUCK-” Yunho’s body jerked, his muscles locking up as his head pressed deeper into the pillows. “Baby shit, I-”

His hands snapped up, desperate to touch you, to grab you, to ground himself

But you were faster.

You pinned his wrists to the bed, pressing them down beside him as you kept working him over, swallowing around him, sucking harder, moving faster.

Yunho whimpered.

And fuck, the sound was music to your ears.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” you purred, your breath hot against him.

He nodded frantically, his body shaking beneath you. “Yes…, yes, please, baby, let me-”

You licked up his length, pressing a teasing kiss to his tip. “Let you what?”

His head snapped up, his eyes blown wide with desperation. His lips parted, but he struggled to form words, his brain too clouded with pleasure.

“Say it,” you ordered, watching the way his abs flexed with every labored breath.

Yunho groaned, throwing his head back as his restraint finally snapped.

“Let me cum,” he begged, his voice broken, desperate. “Please, Y/N- I can’t hold back anymore-”

Your stomach clenched at the raw need in his voice, but you still weren’t done with him yet.

“Not yet,” you whispered.

His whimper was pathetic.

You could tell he was at his limit, his body struggling to keep up with the pleasure.

And that was when you finally decided to give him what he wanted.

You took him in completely, your mouth working over him mercilessly as you finally let him fall over the edge.

“F-Fuck… baby-” Yunho’s entire body tensed, his back arching as he fell apart beneath you, his pleasure hitting him in waves. His head pressed back into the pillows, his lips parted in silent moans, his thighs trembling violently beneath your touch.

And god, he looked beautiful like this a complete mess, wrecked, ruined, and all because of you.

You let him ride out his high, your tongue working him through the aftershocks, until his hips twitched in overstimulation and he whined softly, his hands finally snapping up to gently push you away.

You released him with a satisfied smirk, licking your lips as you crawled up his body, pressing a slow, teasing kiss against his jaw.

“How was that?” you whispered, amused by how wrecked he looked.

Yunho could barely breathe. His body was limp, his chest heaving, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

But despite how completely destroyed he was…

He still found the strength to flip you onto your back.

Your eyes widened as he hovered over you, his lips curling into a dangerous smirk.

“My turn,” he murmured, his voice low and dark.

And before you could even react his mouth was on you.

And Yunho didn’t let you go for the rest of the night.

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