in your fantasy

you close your eyes and grab your notebook tighter. "yeah." you say curtly not even looking up at the voice to know who it is.

"you okay? were you sick? you missed hella class." the soft voice presses on.

"yeah, i was. i'm fine now though, i talked to professor sooman about it already."

you finally look up to see anton still standing up looking down at you anxiously. "are you gonna sit?" you say a little harshly, using your head to motion to the empty seat next to you.

"uh-yeah. sorry." anton mumbles as he sits next to you in a hurry.

throughout lab, you only speak to anton when necessary and even when does he ask you an off-topic question, you answer with one or two words. you finish the lab assignment early and start cleaning up your workspace as soon as anton turns in the worksheets for the day.

you rush out of that dingy old room before anton can catch up to you. you speed walk down the hall trying to make it to an elevator before waiting an entirety just to get down the building.

luckily, an elevator had opened not too long after you arrived and as soon as you were in you were spamming that close button like it was the end of the world.

"wait!" you hear anton's voice call out from somewhere down the hall.

you roll your eyes and push the button even faster which does nothing to the old elevators.

just as the doors were about to close, an arm sticks it's way through the metal teeth of the elevator. you pray to whatever the fuck is out there that it’s anyone but anton.

reluctantly, the elevator opens up again and the one person you didn't wanna talk to or see barges through and out of breath. godamn you slow ass elevators!

anton has his hands on his knees as he's struggling to catch his breath and when he finally does he looks up at you, his glasses askew on his face. "can we talk, please."

you cross your arms and lean against the wall. "what is there to talk about?"

"what happened two week ago." anton answers still out of breath.

your nose crinkles at what anton says. you try your best to not show any emotion or give away what you were feeling.

"please." the desperation was clear in anton's voice yet, you didn't look at him fully knowing that if you did you would cave in. "at least hear me out."

the elevator was moving way too damn slow.

"what is it." you spit, arms still crossed in annoyance.

you bite the inside of your cheek as you stare down at anton who looked as meek as ever. it pissed you off knowing that such a loser was affecting you this much.

"i-i'm sorry for leaving so suddenly that night." anton begins fumbling with his words "and i'm sorry for not messaging you or contacting you sooner. it was fucked up what i did but-"

"but.what." you say through your teeth, fighting so hard to keep yourself from crying.

"i want to make it up to you. you don't owe me anything after what happened but i-i promise i'll make it up to you. i'll be a good boy." anton pouts as he says the last sentence.

your eye twitches. god fucking damn it lee anton.

a familiar ding rings through the box, the universe was finally on your side.

you rush out of the elevator before storming outside. it was still pouring raining even after a three hour lab. still it didn't stop you from using your already soaked sweatshirt as a makeshift umbrella.

you made it about three feet outside of the building before you suddenly felt the pelting rain stop.

"y/n, please." that damn soft voice begs, "please, look at me."

the urge to resist and fight dwindled with every second you were with him. you stare up at anton who was gripping onto his umbrella like his life depended on it. he was biting his lip, trying so hard to keep himself together.

"i know you have a lot on your mind, whatever it is tell me. please. i need to hear it. let me in please."

you take a deep breath, closing your eyes to collect yourself. you couldn't run away forever.

"i don't do hookups or one night stands. i don't like being vulnerable to random strangers but you weren't a random stranger. i thought-" god, you hated this. you thought as a tear slips from the corner of your eye. "-that you wouldn't do that to me. that you were different. that we had something. i trusted you, anton."

"i'm sorry, y/n. i-"

"you made me feel so stupid. i still feel so stupid. i'm so worked up over a guy who doesn't even give a fuck about me!"

at this point you didn't care. tears were flowing and there was nothing that you could do to stop it. "godamnt, anton."

you hear him fidgeting around with the umbrella and his backpack.

"here." anton held out a beat up pack of tissues. "sorry they've been uh crumpled in my bag for awhile."

"thank you." you mumble as you wipe your tears away.

anton gives you a moment to collect yourself.

"was any of it real?" you ask throwing your hands up for effect.

"yes, i really like you y/n. i still do." anton answers honestly, "please, i'll make it up to you i promise."

you grab the collar of anton's sweatshirt and bring him down to your face. "one chance, lee."

running off pure adrenaline, the two of you had somehow made it back to anton's dorm through that awful downpour. he was fumbling with his keycard before punching in his room code.

as soon as he closed that damn dorm, you hooked your arms around him and pulled him in for a deep kiss. without a second thought, anton grabbed your waist pulling you even closer. he moaned into the kiss when your hand snaked up to the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of hair.

stumbling backwards, anton guided you to his bed and when the back of your legs hit the metal frame he lifted you onto the bed with ease not once breaking the kiss. he slots himself in between your legs, caging you in with his arms on either sides of your head.

anton doesn't stop kissing you until he pulls away and smiles when he sees you chase after his lips. you open your eyes with a pout on your lips until you see anton slip off his black hoodie and white t-shirt in one go revealing his muscular body.

blushing, you turn your head to the side until anton grabs you by the chin forcing you to the look back at him. "don't get all shy on me now."

you narrow your eyes at him, "don't waste your last chance."

anton quickly shuts up and smashes his lips back onto you causing you to moan. with your mouth agape, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. you let him explore your mouth, soaking in the feeling of him.

eventually, you push him off for you a second as you take off your wet clothes leaving you in just your bra and underwear. you look back to see anton with his mouth slightly opened, just completely zoned out with his eyes fixated on your chest.

"eyes up here lee." you tease using your free hand to lift his head up away from your boobs.

anton hums in agreement and looks into your eyes for a split second before his eyes falling down to your chest one more time. "let me make you feel good."

you make eye contact with anton who is currently making the most insanely devastating puppy dog eyes at you. he really didn't even have to ask but for the purpose of getting your lick back you let him beg.

"please y/n."

your eyes drape over anton's toned body and the way his muscular arms cage the sides of your head, you keep looking down to see the bulge peaking out from his gray sweatpants. eventually, you look back at anton whose ears were getting red from the embarrassment of how impatient he was.

still though, you nod your head and let anton have his way with you. he a mumbled a 'thank you' before reaching your bra clasp. to keep you occupied or - rather himself as he dove right into the crook of your neck and left open-mouthed kisses all over.

soft moans escaped your mouth as anton went to work on your neck and even as he slipped your pants off. eventually, he made his way back to your chest. you watched for a second as anton fixated on your boobs before taking a nipple into his mouth. his tongue took turns flicking and sucking at the soft flesh, making you shut your eyes in pleasure.

even with something in his mouth, anton still yearned for more as he slipped his free hand under the waistline of your underwear. as soon as he came into contact with your core you let out a soft gasp. his thumb settles further down and began circling your clit.

"anton, fuck." you moan out.

you can't see it but you feel anton smirk against your boob before moving on to the next one. what a prick. if you weren't so lost in pleasure, you would've made a cheeky comment but the way he was circling your clit had you seeing stars.

the combined pleasures from both his mouth and fingers were bringing you so close. you could feel the knot in the bottom of your stomach start to tighten. everything that anton was doing to you was driving your body insane. the overwhelming feeling was just beginning to overtake your body until he completely pulled away from everything.

absolutely frustrated, you open your eyes to see anton scooting down the bed. "anton what-"

he cuts you off by nearly ripping off your panties and shoving his head in between your legs. "god, you're soaked."

with an irritated expression on your face you warn him, "anton."

you didn't have to say anything more as he quickly went to work. he started off with small and soft kitten licks to your already sopping cunt. everything was already aching and begging to release and anton knew that yet, he still took his time with you.

even when you tried to lift your hips and grind against his face, he changed his grip so that his arms hooked around your thighs and kept you from squirming.

"fuck!" you moan, absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure. everything was so sensitive. even with the soft kitten licks, it could've been enough to drive you over the edge.

still anton doubled down. as soon as he sensed that you were close, he hooked your legs even tighter making even harder for you to move. he kept moaning into your sopping cunt as he lapped even faster.

it was like a game for him, some sick and twisted game where he had make you cum and hard and fast with his tongue without letting anything drip onto the bed.

"anton, please," you gasp out, your fingers making its way to his thick head of hair. "shit."

hearing your moan and become utterly breathless had anton seeing stars. he felt lightheaded at the realization that he was making you feeling like this again. anton was such an idiot for leaving you that night in your dorm. if he didn't just run away in the middle of the night like a coward, he could've been making you feel like this for the past two weeks.

anton meant to apologize the next day in-person since he felt like a measly text wouldn't be able to get the job done so he waited for you to show up to lab again. he didn't think about the fact that you wouldn't show up to class ever again but since lab attendance was a crucial part to your grades he knew you would turn up eventually. anton vowed to not skip a lab until you came back and now that you're back-back in his arms (sort of) he's never letting you go.

his tongue never let up on you even when you were legs were beginning to shake, it just made anton go ever harder. your grip on his hair was insanely tight from how hard you were yanking it but somewhere between the pain he found pleasure.

at some point, you were pulling anton's hair so tightly that he started moaning straight into your cunt. the added vibrations on top of how sensitive your clit was and how fast anton was going was enough to finally send you over the edge.

a string of curse words left your mouth as anton finally slowed down. even when you finished and were out of breath, you tiredly waited for anton to come back to your lips but when he didn't even move an inch from your body you opened your eyes again. anton was still lapping at your cum. this time he moved his tongue softly over your sensitive core licking up every last drop.

when he finished, his lips and mouth were shiny with your cum all over it. you watched as anton licked the corner of his lip with a sick smile on his face before falling on top of you again to capture your lips again.

he kissed hard.

in some way, it felt like he was trying to show off his hard work by making you taste yourself but at the same time it felt like he was scared that you would disappear if he pulled away.

completely out of breath, you had to pull away. if you had the oxygen to, you would've never stopped kissing him. you feel anton pull off you immediately which made you get up in a panic.

"hey, hey, easy." anton coos as he comes back with his hydroflask. he gets back up on the bed after handing you his water bottle.

grateful, you take a long gulp, the water doing it's best to restore your energy. "i thought you were going to leave me again."

a sad smile falls on anton's face. "i'm sorry for leaving you stranded that night. i got scared of what i was feeling and just ran away."

you stayed quiet as you drank more water, your eyes never leaving his.

anton took it as a sign to keep going, "i felt absolutely horrible the rest of the night and i wanted to apologize to you in person and waited until you showed up for lab the next day but then you never did. i knew you would come back eventually so i made sure to not miss lab and i made sure to take nicer notes so you can catch up if you want them." he motioned to the thick binder on his desk that had his lab manual and loose notebook paper with his chicken scratch notes.

"i completely understand if you hate me or if you don't ever wanna talk to me again. it's ju-i just- i really like you y/n. but whatever you want, i'll gladly do just tell me. if you need me to fuck off or-"

so many words. too many words. you thought as you roll your eyes. the only way you could get that boy to shut up was by kissing him.

now it was your turn to leave anton breathless and flustered.

when you pulled away, anton's face had completely gone red and he had to look away before he melted in front of you. instinctively, you flicked his forehead causing him to yelp in pain.

"the hell?" anton pouted as he rubbed the "wound".

a small laugh escaped your lips, as you softly smiled back at him. "i forgive you and i appreciate you waiting for me. but what you did was a dick ass move and i probably won't let you forget it lee anton."

anton sheepishly rubbed his neck.

"but the reason why i was so upset at you is because i-i really like you anton and i don't just hook up with anyone. so it just freaking sucked when you ditched me."

you look up to see anton try his best to conceal the fact that he perked up your confession. "i think, i'm ready to try again. i wanna take things slow."

"oh we absolutely can!" anton said a little too fast but the regret hit faster as he tried to play it off, "i mean yeah, we uh that's cool."

you just roll your eyes at him before continuing, you didn't say anything at first and instead made your way onto his lap. you lazily clasped your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. slowly, you let your nose get so close to anton’s neck that you could see him gulp in anticipation, making you smirk as you stopped at the shell of his ear,

rolling your eyes at miyeon's sassy response, you find yourself taking a peek to look at the new visitor. from where you're standing and with the man's big cowboy hat blocking eighty percent of his face, your curiosity grew to as what he looked like. did he have a scar on his face? a beard? or maybe a mustache?

"if you're gonna keep looking at him, you may as well take his order." miyeon comments on your long gaze on the outsider.

"absolutely not!" you retort back but miyeon is already pushing you out the bar with your tray, "remember to smile! it gets ya more tips!"

you contemplate flipping off your coworker but decide against it and give her a nasty glare as you walked off to the back of the saloon.

as you approach closer to the man, you see him shift in his seat but he doesn't look up at you until you clear your throat.

the man finally looks up at you and you feel your breath gets caught in your throat. the man had no facial hair or any nasty scars on his face. to your surprise, he was well-shaven and his eyes were full of life along with his plump lips that sat prettily on his face.

too entranced by his aura, the man had to tilt his head and raise an eyebrow at you for you to start functioning again. "my apologies sir, "what can i get ya started with?" you ask, trying your best to calm your heart down before the stranger in front of you could hear it beating out of your chest.

he lets out a soft chuckle at your flustered state, "what do you recommend sweetheart?"

your heart stopped for a solid second at the pet name. "well, if you want something a little stronger i recommend our house's whiskey. but if you don't want something as harsh, our draft beer is great too sir."

the smile from his laugh stays on his face, "you can call me yunho, sweetheart. callin' me sir got me sounding old."

your face turned redder than the apple tree behind the saloon. "my apologies, yunho" you say, your eyes glued onto the floor.

another laugh erupts from yunho's mouth as he watches you flush with embarrassment. "what's got you so wound up so tight sugar? relax a bit for me sweetheart, you can do that, can't ya?"

the grip on your serving tray loosens as you let your shoulders drop.

"good girl." the cowboy praises as he leans back his chair, the big buckle on his black belt reflecting as it shines from the candlelight. "now, a glass of whiskey will do just fine for me sugar."

"i'll be right back with that, yunho." you curtsy at him before rushing to the bar.

miyeon!" you whisper-shout at your coworker, who somehow had disappeared behind the counter.

"so what does mister outsider look like?" miyeon asks, popping up from the bar like a jack-in-a-box. "i bet he got a nasty scar on his face!"

"he doesn't have a scar i can tell you that. but that man is fine as hell."

"no shot, he really is?" she asks, attempting to peek over you to get a look at the stranger.

"yes, he is and he keeps calling me sweetheart," you whisper at your coworker.

"he keeps calling you what?!" miyeon shouts into the saloon causing a few eyes to look over at the two of you.

"miyeon!" you whisper-shout once more. "anyways, he wants a glass of whiskey so would you be a dear and get me some."

"i think you should be the one filling up his glass, if he called you sweetheart."

"oh for christ's sake, miyeon. just give me the damn whiskey."

"who spit in your tea this mornin'" miyeon grumbles as she puts the glass down in front of you.

you roll your eyes at her response, before whisking away to the back of the saloon once more.

"where's ya whiskey," you place the glass down on the table before giving him a curtsy.

"thank you sugar."

in the distance, you hear another customer calling you over. reluctantly, you turn your attention towards the voice leaving yunho behind.

"sweetheart," yunho calls out to you, attention fully back on him again. you tilt your head waiting for him to finish his sentence, " you gonna be busy tonight?"

it took everything in you to not give yourself to him right away but godamn it was tempting. "i got some things to do tonight, but come tomorrow. i might not be busy."

you watch as the man slowly nods before downing the rest of his glass. "alright then sugar, i'll see you tomorrow."

yunho doesn't know how long he's been sitting in this damn saloon but he's been there too long and he can't keep slowly sipping this whiskey for another hour.

the cowboy arrived roughly around the same hour as he did last night assuming the flustered waitress he met would have the same hours again but as of right now he was wrong. yunho recognized her coworker and was tempted to ask about your whereabouts but decided against it. he didn't want come off as a creep or desperate.

usually, yunho didn't mess around with any of the girls in the small towns he visited. he was strictly a business-only type of man but something about you was just so enticing. a one-night stand wouldn't hurt right?

"wanna refill on that sir?" a pretty voice asks him luring out of his thoughts.

"i'm alright, i'm just," yunho looks up midsentence to see you standing above him. "waiting on someone..." he trials off, his eyes shamelessly wandering to places they shouldn't.

"really?"

"actually, they're here now." he answers absentmindedly, eyes still drifting towards your chest.

a blush makes its way to your cheeks as you hug the tray closer to your body, "well, let me know what they want, i'll be right back."

yunho only ordered one more glass from you as he waited for you to get off. he had planned to invite you back to his hotel room sometime during your shift but even with the alcohol running through his veins, he couldn't bring himself to talk to you.

once the night had began to wind down and most of the patrons had cleared from the saloon, yunho wandered to the bar to pay for his tab. he watched you gossip with your coworker, your backs to him as words carelessly left your mouth. he didn't know what the topic of the conversation was but yunho did catch some pretty interesting things.

"y'know what they say," your coworker leans into you with a knowing smirk. "save a horse, ride a cowboy!"

"miyeon!" you shout at her, giving her a slap on the shoulder. "we still have customers here!" you look over your shoulder to exaggerate your point only to see the cowboy she was referencing.

"hi sir! what can i help you with?" you ask, elbowing miyeon to get back to work.

a small laugh came up yunho's throat as he walked up closer to the counter with his hands on his belt, "just wanna close up my tab that's all."

"right, we'll get that for you. what'd ya order again?"

"just three glasses of whiskey."

"that'll be one hundred won."

"alrighty then." yunho reaches into his pocket to fish out the money. before placing on them on the table, he leans over the counter beckoning you to come closer which you do, "i can teach ya how to ride a real cowboy."

you froze, thighs rubbing at the suggested thought. "o-okay."

the corner of yunho's lips quip into a cocky smile as he watched you turn red. "i'll wait for ya then sugar. don't keep me waiting too long."

you have never cleaned up and closed so fast in your life. the tables were wiped and the floors were mopped. even miyeon had sped up with her own chores after you agreed to tell her what the mysterious cowboy told you.

before leaving the saloon, you take a moment to fix yourself up in the mirror. once deeming yourself presentable you take a deep breath before walking out.

the crisp, night air embraced you forcing you to wrap your arms around yourself as you look for the tall cowboy. "yunho?"

as on cue, the man emerged from the shadows with a cigarette between his lips. "you finished a lot sooner than i expected."

"there wasn't much to do."

"ahhh," yunho hums as he stomps on the cigarette to put it out, "ready doll?" he sticks out his arm for you to hold.

humming in response, you wrap your arm around his much larger one. the warmth radiating him his body instantly warming you up as you walked in the cold.

yunho made some effort to get to know you to refrain from taking you right now. it was hard to avoid thinking about he was going to fuck you tonight.

when the two of you arrived at yunho's room after passing by the innkeeper who merely raised an eyebrow at you, there was a thick tension in the air as you (im)patiently watched yunho unlock the door.

once unlocked, yunho stepped aside to let you in. the tension grew even thicker when he came inside. it was like a waiting game to see who would make the first move.

with hungry eyes, yunho stalked towards you, his figure looming over you as you eventually backed into the door. "i won't bite, sugar."

as soon as those words left his mouth, you closed the gap between you two attacking his lips mercilessly. yunho fought back with equal fervor, his tongue clashing with yours as he kept a finger under your chin to keep it titled.

pulling back for a breath with your chest heaving, yunho pulled away to your dismay but stayed close enough to whsiper, lead you to the bed inviting you to sit on his lap. eagerly, you throw your legs around him without a thought. your lips return to his in an instant, this time even messier as your teeth clashed with his. yunho pulled you higher up on his lap so that your clothed core came into contact with his raging hard-on. you gasped at the contact, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

yunho pulled away to catch his breath making you whine at the loss of his lips. he immediately shut you up by leaving soft kisses all over your neck and dangerously venturing toward your chest. soft gasps quickly turned to moans once those sweet kisses turned to love bites. one of your hands finds its way to yunho's hair, pulling every time he added another hickey. subconsciously, your hips began to rock against his.

a tut comes out of yunho's mouth as he stops his attacks on your neck, "patience sugar."

a pout forms on your lips as you beg with your eyes for the cowboy to do something about the ache in your lower half. "please,"

"you gotta use your words, doll." yunho teases as he matches your pout.

warmth begins to spread throughout your face, "please, let me ride you."

"there's my good girl," he praises a smile replacing the pout on your face.

his hands went to work at his belt, swiftly removing the chunky leather along with his pants as well while you unzipped your dress and drawls underneath. once you were fully unclothed, you shyly looked at yunho for guidance who was already waiting on the bed, a hand lazily pumping at his cock.

"come 'ere sugar," he motions at you with his free hand.

obediently, you climbed onto the bed, both legs swinging over each side as your hands shyly press against his lower stomach. yunho watches you intently as you glide your slick cunt over his aching cock before finally sinking down on him. once you've fully taken him in, your big doe eyes look down at yunho for help.

"you can move sweeheart." he encourages you. god you were going to be the death of him. how could such a pretty thing like you be so clueless? it made yunho want to ruin you more.

you nodded your head as the pain in your lower half turned into sweet pleasure. giving an experimental roll of your hips, you watch as yunho's bites down on his lip harder and mumbles a quiet "fuck".

"just like that sugar," yunho praises, his hands snaking around your waist to help him ground himself.

with yunho's praise, you fell into a steady rhythm of rocking your hips back and worth. whimpers left your mouth as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten.

yunho could feel your pussy clench around his dick as you neared your high. he was close well but he needed more to be able to come. the cowboy was patient enough to let you figure out a rhythm but now he needed to cum. the hands on your waist still you for a moment as he guides your hips in a up and down motion. this new pace had you seeing stars as the repeated motion of yunho's big dick breached your walls every second.

"fuck yunho," you moan, "feels so good."

yunho smirks at your fucked out state, "does it baby?"

you hum in response, not even being able to form a single word. god, he was fucking you so good.

the cowboy started to bounce you harder on his dick as he bucked his own hips to meet yours. your moans spurred him on as he chased his high. lord, you were addicting. he could listen to your pretty sounds all day long.

"yunho, i'm-fuck, so cclose!" you whimper out with your eyes shut.

"wait for me sugar," yunho grunts slamming his hips even harder as his hands gripped your waist so tightly that there was sure to be a mark tommorow.

a whimper leaves your lips, warning yunho that you may not be able to hold off your orgasm. "you can be a good girl, can't you?" he groans in between thrusts.

"yes-fuck," you cry out, nails scratching at his toned chest.

"i'm close sugar, aalmost," yunho groans, his fingers pressing even harder onto your hips as he continued to slam his hips into yours.

"fuck!" you groan as you feel the knot in your stomach unravel as yunho finishes. his hips stutters as he empties his load into your cunt.

yunho watches as the cums leaks out from you and onto his lower stomach and he couldn't help but buck his hips one more time. a whine leaves your lips as your pussy aches from the overstimulation. "sorry sugar, you're just too tempting."

you collapse onto yunho's chest, arms tired from holding yourself up for so long. his body felt warm as yunho's arms wrap around you, encasing him in his embrace.

before too many questions popped into your mind, seonghwa immediately began talking as he began to pick up the scattered toys. "i'm so sorry about the mess. i had to stay at the office a little longer and then i picked up yeojin late and i just haven't had time to clean up and then our babysitter canceled last minute and now-"

"hey, hey," you interrupt before seonghwa combusts from being overwhelmed. to ease the burden, you also begin to pick up the toys around the living room after you placed a hand on his back. "it's okay. don't worry about it. there's always tomorrow seonghwa."

"i know, i know but-wait. you're not mad or disgusted?" the man stops in his tracks looking at you perplexed.

"i'm a little surprised if i'm being honest. i know taking care of a child is hard and by yourself i assume is even harder. your kid is more important than anything in the world, missing one date won't kill me hwa."

seonghwa was standing still, not a sound coming out his mouth which was beginning to freak you out. did you say the wrong thing? is seonghwa yeojin's dad or? "seonghwa?"

"sorry, i'm just a little shocked. not a lot of people are very happy when they find out they've been going out with a single dad." seonghwa lightly jokes trying to ease the tension in the air. "thank you though. it means a lot. really."

"of course," you smile at him.

a door opens to reveal a tiny yeojin peeking out from what you presumed to be her room.

"hey bubba, what's up." seonghwa asks, his voice becoming much softer.

she doesn't say much but instead pads over to the coffee table and attaches herself to her dad. "can we draw?"

"of course bubs. let appa go get the markers."

"i can get them." you say faster than seonghwa gets up to which he directs you over to one of the drawers in the living room.

upon your arrival, seonghwa has a bluey coloring book out for yeojin. crutching down to reach the table, you gasp softly at the blue dog. "is that bluey?"

yeojin nods her head shyly, a small smile appearing on her face as seonghwa looks up at you in surprise.

"ahh, i love bluey! who's your favorite character?" you ask watching yeojin point to the smaller, light colored dog.

"bingo?" yeojin nods again, her smile growing even bigger. "no way, i like her too!"

seonghwa watched the two of you converse in awe and he swears he couldn't have fallen more in love with you. it was always a gamble bringing up the fact that he had a kid to his dates and lately he's been ghosted more times than he can count. maybe that's why seonghwa took so long to talk about yeojin. although, he would never admit it, you had him wrapped your finger and he was scared to lose you.

so far though, you were taking his little "surprise" or "fun fact" about him better than he thought you would. still, he was worried what you would say when yeojin left the room. would you be mad at him? dump him on the spot? ghost him after tonight? he's never had one of his flings (?) ever meet yeojin because they all left at the mention of a kid. to say seonghwa was terrified of your reaction was a massive understatement.

"seonghwa?" you ask, pulling the dad out of his thoughts. "yeojin wants to watch bluey."

"right." he answers, gently removing yeojin from his lap as he goes to scrounge for the remote in his unusually disorganized apartment.

while seonghwa looks for the remote, you continue to converse with yeojin about bluey which was the show you ironically watched during dinner time. hey, there's actually plot and messages in the show okay?

by the time seonghwa returned, the two of you were in a deep conversation about some episode regarding bingo and bluey playing pretend with their grandad. almost immediately, yeojin eye's become glued to the screen as soon her dad puts on the kid's show leaving you and seonghwa to talk amongst each other.

"so, you know bluey?" seonghwa asks, a teasing tone to his voice.

an embarrassed laugh slips past your lips, "uh yeah, sounds silly but i watch it as background noise, you know?"

"i'm not judging," he pauses, "just surprised."

"yeah, i like the accents." you say in a panic causing seonghwa to smile, "so, um i don't mean to pry but i assume yeojin's yours?"

the smile slowly fades on his face as seonghwa feels the guilt build in his stomach. "yeah, her, uh mom isn't in the picture anymore."

"oh, i'm so sorry to hear that."

"it's fine now, it's better without her." seonghwa looks down at his hands trying to distract himself from the thoughts about the past.

"oh."

there was a beat of silence where the both of you didn't dare to look at each other, too afraid to make things weird. only the faint conversations of the tv and the sounds of the marker on paper were heard.

"look, i'm really sorry for dumping all this on you." seonghwa gestures to an oblivious yeojin. "i know you probably weren't expecting a child tonight or any of this really. i completely understand if you don't want to talk again or you need space. whatever you want, i'll do."

"it's okay,"

"i-you're not mad?" seonghwa asks in shock.

"i mean i'm not mad. i understand not bringing up a daughter on the first date. but i'm just a little disappointed you didn't tell me sooner." you confess.

"i didn't want to lose you."

"seonghwa-"

"i was trying to plan the perfect time to talk about yeojin but i just got so swamped with everything that time slipped through my fingers and you had to find out in such a shitty way."

your eyes dart towards a sleepy yeojin on seonghwa's lap at the curse word. even he jumps a little at his realization and then calms down when he realized that his baby girl was almost knocked out in his lap.

"would you have told me before we made things official?" you ask, testing the waters about how serious you could go tonight with the questions.

"yes. most definitely yes. i couldn't just ask you to be my partner and then surprise you that i have a whole child that i've been hiding from you."

interesting. so was he going to tell you about yeojin soon? was he going to make things official?

seonghwa could see the gears turning in your head at his words. "it sounds hypocritical now but trust me i really wanted you two to meet. i just-i really like you y/n."

you go quiet. processing everything he was saying. from what he was saying there was a very very high chance he wants you to be his like officially his but even if he actually wanted to make things official, he has a whole child. a child without a mother. were you really ready to take on the responsibility to be one? or anything similar to that role?

being with seonghwa meant much more than just being together and loyal to one another. being honest, you didn't mind yeojin. so far you got along great with her but a single interaction and convo won't predict the future of your relationship with her. it's a lot definitely but-

"y/n," seonghwa softly says pulling you out from your daze, "i'll be right back i'm gonna put yeojin down in her room."

you hum in response, letting your thoughts consume you once more.

your brain was beginning to ache because of how much you were thinking but one thing was for certain. you really liked seonghwa. enough that you were willing to accept everything that came with him - including yeojin.

you reminded yourself that dating seonghwa didn't mean automatically becoming a parent all of a sudden. he wasn't asking that of you. probably won't for a long time. he wants you for you. it's just a bonus you got along with yeojin so far.

there was a soft click of the door closing that made you turn your head. you look over to see seonghwa awkwardly make his way over to you, uncertainty written all over his face.

"i'm sorry for going quiet on you." you apologize, fingers toying with the hem of your cardigan once more. "i was just thinking."

a quiet laugh escapes seonghwa, "it's okay, don't worry about it. i'm sure tonight was a lot. but-"

"listen, seonghwa," oh here it comes. the "i'm so sorry, i don't think this will work out anymore". "i don't know what your plans were for us but regardless of what happened tonight, i want to be more. i know you having a whole kid might make things difficult or a little confusing but, i'm willing to try with you."

seonghwa felt his heart drop and then pick back up again when you finished talking. he didn't know what to say. he was grateful, excited, but most of all relived.

"so, how does another date this thursday night," seonghwa pauses, trying to not choke on his words, "as mine sound?"

"are you finally asking me to be your partner, park seonghwa?" you smile. it's finally happening.

"yes." seonghwa breathes out, truly terrified of your answer.

"then yes, i would love to." you answer, wrapping your arms around seonghwa's neck.

"sounds good then my love." seonghwa mumbles, his heart racing and his head buzzing from the overwhelming night but it didn't matter to him.

"it's like a niche thing some people find hot on others." you explain trying not to out yourself as a hands freak. but lord, jeong fucking yunho had the most beautiful hands out there. they're long and slim and his hands are huge. his hands are just amazing at pc games.

"yeah, haven't you seen y/n checking your hands out when you play val?" wooyoung adds, his eyes not even leaving the tv.

you throw your hands up in defense, "now why am i catching strays?"

"am i not wrong?"

"ok ok, i get it. hands are hot-"

"-thank y-"

"-and y/n finds my hands hot." yunho adds with a devious smirk earning a chuckle from wooyoung.

"alright! time to get the fuck out!" you stand up and throw the pillow you were holding at yunho.

"nooooo, the episode isn't done yet!" wooyoung whines as you shoo him off the couch.

"there's two minutes left! go home!" you argue as you start cleaning up the living room.

"aw man." wooyoung pouts as he collects his jacket and leftovers from the dining table.

"we can finish the rest of the season next week when i don't have work the next morning." you offer trying to compensate.

"deal." your friend says as he slips on his shoes. "thanks for hosting!"

"of course!"

wooyoung was truly the only one who understood the concept of getting the fuck out immediately as you turned around to see yunho lazily collecting his things.

he 100% wants to talk about what wooyoung said.

"sooo, you really like my hands?" yunho carefully asks in case you launch another pillow at him.

"if i answer honestly, will you get out of my apartment?"

"yeah, yeah, definitely."

you give yunho a death stare noticing the fakeness in his voice.

"i swear i will!"

"good." you say unfolding your arms, "then yeah i think they're hot."

"wait really?"

"no more questions!" you quip pushing yunho to the door.

thankfully both wooyoung and yunho had dropped the topic of hands around you after that binge night at your apartment but that doesn't mean that you were still thinking about it. the situation with wooyoung outing your desire for yunho's hand. definitely not yunho's hands...

okay to admit though, you had a little crush on yunho but it's one those things where if he made a move on you, you wouldn't be mad about it. you've been friends with him since your second college after meeting him through wooyoung and even then you thought he was a little cute but it wasn't enough for you to be ballsy with it. wooyoung also definitely had his suspicions of you liking him too but he always had his knack for just knowing who peopled liked.

yunho on the other hand was a little bit of mystery when it came to his dating scene. you didn't really ask about what type of girls he was into or who he was seeing because partially, you didn't wanna feel jealous. you heard from wooyoung and your other friends gossip about yunho's flings with him at parties. the only recent fling he had was a kind of awhile ago but who knows if she's still in the picture. not like you were keeping track or anything.

luckily, yunho also wasn't weird about the whole situation either. things were still normal between the two of you. even the next binge event at your place was normal. you guys were able to finish the season without any mentioning of hands.

wooyoung had to take off a little earlier than usual since san called him about something going wrong in their apartment leaving yunho to help clean your place.

"you wanna play mario kart after we clean? i brought my switch." yunho offered.

"don't have to ask me twice" as you throw yunho the lysol wipes for the table.

after a quick cleaning session, yunho began setting up his switch and connecting it to your tv. you quietly sat next to him watching yunho use the controller to maneuver around the tv. there was something about how long his fingers were and how quickly they were moving the joysticks around. his hands were extra veiny today too.

the pads of his thumbs could definitely fully cover your n-

"are you good?" yunho asks pulling you out of your thoughts, as he offers you one of the controllers.

you shake your head as if it would get rid of the dirty thoughts, "yeah, mhm."

"okay buddy." yunho says as he drops one of the controllers into your hands. he definitely didn't buy it.

there was a moment of silence as yunho goes to open the game and without even looking at you he asks, "you really like my hands huh?"

"excuse me?" your heartbeat that already increased was literally about to burst out of your chest. "i thought i already answered this question."

"i mean, yeah." he shrugs just now looking back at you, "but i wanna hear you say it again."

"absolutely not." you protest.

"okay fine but how about this, if i get the fastest time you have to admit that you looove my hands and if you win, you can ask me any truth or dare question."

"anything?" you bargain with a mischievous raised eyebrow.

"yes."

"deal. you go first."

here's the thing, you were an absolute god at this game and yunho although he is competitive literally has no shot at beating you unless he cheats. so this little race should be a piece of cake. nothing you can't handle.

you guys had decided that the both of you would race on rainbow road and were able to pick what character and car they wanted. deciding to be an honest player, you sat back and watched yunho drive. this time while yunho was playing, you were too busy focusing on how he was doing to even think about his hands. you had to admit though, he was doing really well even though he shelled here and there.

"done!"

"five minutes and thirty seconds." you call out right after. "not bad yunho but we'll see about that."

"okay, sweat."

that nickname earned yunho a middle finger and you sticking out your tongue at him.

as you were selecting your character and tweaking the car, you could sense yunho moving closer to you. not enough to touch you but enough to be all up in your space. out of the corner of your eye you could see him fidgeting with something with his hands. his fingers were twiddling with an object that you couldn't quite make out.

focus. you think as you shake your head and return your full attention to the screen.

after completing your car design, you were ready for the race to begin. while waiting for the race to begin it's countdown, you let your eyes linger back to yunho's fingers to find out what the hell he was playing with. was he shredding a napkin? or playing wth the extra controller?

"y/n?" yunho's voices brings you out of your trance as you realize that you were holding down the gas for too long causing your boost to backfire.

"shit."

"lock in y/n." yunho teases turning his body towards you more, allowing his hands to appear perfectly in the corner of your eye.

"shut up." you growl back at him.

the rest of the race continues somewhat smoothly without any more yunho distractions but fuck that start really fucked up your time. you were closing in on the finish line coming in almost second place until some fuckass throws another red shell at you causing your character to spiral for a few seconds before resuming the track.

"what the fuck!"

"and that's time!" yunho shouts after your outburst. "five minutes and fifty-five seconds."

"that fucking red shell and you!" you turn your anger towards yunho and grab one of the couch pillows and chuck it at him.

"yah! i still won! admit it y/n!" yunho taunts doing a little celebratory dance on the floor.

your lips form into a thin line as you glare at him and shake your head.

"ah, ah, you bet on it."

avoiding the dare, you jabbed your fingers into yunho's side to "tase" him, knowing it was one of his most ticklish spots. you watch in glee as yunho starts to spasm on the floor from being tickled so hard.

"y/n! you little shit!" yunho shouts in between laughs as you kept tickling his sides.

deciding to be nice, you slow your attacks on him to let yunho catch his breath but he takes the opportunity to grab both of your wrists in one swoop. before you knew it, you were leaning over yunho's face with your arms hanging above your head. a blush crept on your face as you realized the position you were in.

"admit it." yunho said with a sick smirk on his face. it's like he took pleasure in making you flustered.

in no position to retaliate, you surrender. "i think your hands are hot jeong yunho."

"thanks pretty." yunho's eyes flicker to your lips for a split second. "wanna see what else they can do?"

too many things just happened. first of all, you losing in mario kart which never fucking happens then you basically getting manhandled by one of your closest friends and lastly, you were enjoying every moment of it. you were too nervous to use your voice so you just nodded along to whatever yunho just said.

you could see the lust fill in yunho's eyes while he talked. "i need words pretty."

"y-yes, i do." you mumble out. "please."

"thank you angel." yunho smiles before swiftly switching positions with you. "that was all i needed."

lying on your back, you stared back up at yunho who had a whole different demeanor ten minutes ago.

"do you know how long i've waited for a moment like this?" yunho asks his face a mere two inches away.

"why keep waiting then?" you tease back.

"you're right."

before you knew it, yunho leans forward and captures your soft lips earning a small gasp from you. his hands slowly traveled down your body as he swiped the bottom of your lip which allowed him access to your tongue. the thirst for each other was so strong after such a long time of waiting. did yunho like you this whole time too?

regardless of what he thought of you, he was devouring your lips. eventually, he traveled down your body leaving wet, open mouth kisses everywhere. he didn't stop until he figured out your sweet spot. yunho's lips came to a stop making you whine.

"can i take this off angel?" he asks softly, motioning to your shirt.

"yes, please."

"fast learner." yunho teases as he slips the shirt off of you.

instinctively, your hands fly to cover your chest when you realize you were almost fully topless in front of him. yunho notices your sudden shyness and stops moving. "what's wrong pretty?"

it was too embarrassing to admit that you were hella fucking nervous to be this exposed in front of yunho but it was too late he already read your mind. "don't be shy angel. we can put your shirt back on or i can take mine off so we're even?"

with a sweaty hand, you tug at his shirt with a pout. "can you take yours off too please?"

"since you asked so nicely." yunho grins as he slips off his shirt revealing his toned body. "now we're even."

a small smile appears on your lips as your arms return to yunho's neck. "thank you."

"of course, anything for you angel." yunho pecks your lips. "are you good to keep going?"

"yes." you breath out looking into his eyes. something about yunho just made you feel good. he just felt so familiar and comforting.

yunho leans back down and goes back to devouring your lips still not satisfied. he was determined to find your sweet spot if that meant kissing you all over your body. now that your shirt was off, he spent a little extra time on your boobs. he would alternate between kissing and sucking them before leaving an experimental hickey here and there.

it wasn't until he went back on your neck that he buried his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder making you gasp. you could feel yunho smirk once he realized he found your sweetspot. this time he mercilessly attacked your neck with open mouthed kisses leaving you moaning.

god, did he take his sweet time with you in this little spot. however, it wasn't enough to satisfy the growing arousal pooling down your legs. "yunho, please" you pant out, "need more."

"oh?" yunho pulls away from your neck making you whine once more.

"please yunho." you beg and tug at one of his wrists, leading them to the waistband of your pants.

he didn't say a word as he went to work on unbuttoning your pants and helping you slide them off. to test the waters, he cupped your clothed cunt and felt how fucking soaked you were. "angel, you're dripping."

"please." you moan out. "yun please."

"'m sorry pretty." yunho gives you a quick kiss as an apology before slipping his hand into your panties.

another moan escapes your puffy lips as yunho slips in one his long fingers. yunho kept his eyes on you as he moved his finger at a maddening slow pace.

fuck, even with just one of his fingers, it's exactly what you fantasized about. but you needed more. now.

"yun, please. i need more."

"okay, angel."

hearing your pleas, yunho slips not just one but two more fingers in you earning another gasp from you.

"fuck!"

again, yunho starts off with his sick, slow pace letting you adjust to the size difference. he loved watching your face contort in pleasure and a sense of pride washed over him as he realized that he was the one making you like this. all needy and fucked out without even needing to take his dick out.

slowly but surely, he quickened his pace without you even asking. multiple moans fell from your lips but they all got buried as soon as yunho captured your lips again. he swallowed every noise that came out your mouth which made him lose his mind. you sounded so fucking hot.

it wasn't too long until yunho's lips fell back into the crook of your neck earning him another loud moan. he would nip and suck on the spot before relieving the pain with a wet kiss. even with his mouth busy on your neck, his fingers never relented it's pace. the combined pleasure was absolutely insane. the warming sensation in cunt grew so intense that you couldn't hold it any longer.

"yunho, mmmh-fuck. 'm close." you moan, "so close nngh."

"come on angel." yunho encouraged, "give it to me pretty."

somehow his fingers sped up even more making you cry out even more. "too much yun!"

"angel, please." yunho moans into your ear, "give it to me. you can do it baby."

"fuck!" you cry out again, before finally letting go all over yunho's fingers.

"just like that angel," yunho praises as he continued to work you through your orgasm.

you were out of breath once you finished, your eyes closing in satisfaction.

"i'll be right back angel." yunho says as he presses a warm kiss to your forehead. the loss of his fingers made you whine.

with heavy eyes, you watched as yunho disappeared into the kitchen. a moment later, he came back with a clean rag and a glass of ice water.

handing you the water, he gently cleaned you up. finally getting to see just how much you came he couldn't help but tease you.

you know you shouldn’t do what you were thinking about doing. disturbing your boyfriends sleep is the last thing you want to do, with his busy college schedule the poor boy can barely find some time to get good rest.

but, he looks so cute laid out next to you. so vulnerable. he probably wouldn’t even notice with how heavy a sleeper he is. currently on his back, head turned towards you, a light layer of sweat on his forehead that his hair is sticking to. pink lips parted and little puffs of breaths slipping past them as his chest rises and falls slowly.

it’s almost perverted the way you get turned on watching him sleep, itching to put your hands on him. just a little touch won’t hurt, right? the sliver of smooth skin was currently exposed from his shirt rising up, his slim waist practically tempting you. why else would his beautiful body be on display just for you, if not to touch?

your eyes travel down to his hips, a pair of boxers low on them, his favorite pair to sleep in. you bite your lip at the print that was prominent, breath picking up and skin prickling with excitement at the lewd sight in front of you.

he suddenly shifts, stretching his torso and legs with a sleepy moan which causes his shirt to ride up higher, right under his chest. he settles back down with a sigh, breaths falling back into its steady rhythm.

what would your boyfriend think if he caught you doing this?

once you are sure that he’s comfortable again, slowly you bring a hand to his warm skin and brush back the damp hair on his forehead. yunho sucks in a breath at the coolness of your fingers, sighing when you run them down to his cheeks and caressing a thumb over it.

“so fucking pretty…” you whisper, dragging your thumb to over his lips. you push on the plump bottom one, tugging on it to open his mouth wider. a shudder travels down your spine when yunho’s tongue peeks out and flicks the tip of your thumb.

he’d probably be disgusted. call you a pervert. move to sleep somewhere else, where someone isn’t lustily watching and touching him.

as stealthily as you can without disturbing yunho, you sling a leg over his thighs to straddle his hips. hovering over his sleeping figure to reach peer at his face, gently grabbing him by the face and moving him so he’s turned towards you.

you lean into press a gentle kiss on his lips, arms caging him in and biting his bottom lip when you pull away. migrating to leave light kisses all over his face and down his slender neck that you nibble on. that draws a gasp out of yunho, his head tilting back to expose himself more.

settling, you sit on his thighs and your attention is brought back to his tummy presented beneath you. an expanse of milky skin that you bring your hands up to run over, slowly sliding them up under his shirt where his chest hides, passing over his nipples.

“ngh…” you snap your eyes up to yunho’s face, still finding him sleep but with a slight furrow in his brow. amused, you push his top up to under his chin and fully reveal his chest. you pinch one of his perked up nipples and pull another quiet moan from yunho.

maybe, maybe… he wouldn’t mind what you’re doing to him. tell you to keep going. let you keep touching him until he-

you’re pulled from your thoughts when you feel yunho’s back arch up and hip rise, hearing him let out a frustrated huff. with a questioning look you peer down between his legs where you see yunho’s dick in his boxers, hard.

unconsciously, one of his hands drop to his hard-on and starts palming himself as his breathing picks up at the touch. it’s pornographic the way he’s touching himself right under you, unaware of you watching him, a light flush starting to dust his cheeks. let me do it for you. you think, removing his hand and placing both his arms to his sides, yunho groans at the lost contact.

“shh, i got you…” you assure him even though you know he’s not awake. yunho’s hips grind up into nothing, attempting to find some relief. slowly, you reach for his fully hard dick and trace the outline through his boxers. yunho’s breaths coming out heavier, as he twitches under your fingers. a wet spot starting to form in his underwear, right by the tip. the tip that you rub with your finger, something you know drives yunho insane.

her jolts, hips jerking back but he doesn’t wake. he only constantly lets out tiny sounds, occasionally stirring while his hands clench and unclench the sheets below him.

his reactions, his faint moans, the way his dick leaks is just so intoxicating, it makes you ache, makes you crave more from him. you want to see how far you can push before he wakes up… you pull yunho’s dick from the opening in his boxers and start to jerk him off teasingly, spreading the precum leaking from his tip down. so much spilling out that it makes the glide smooth.

“ah!” yunho gasps, bucking up at the sudden stimulation on his dick. he bites down on his bottom lip and turns his head to the side, burying his face into the pillow.

he’s hot in your hands and looks so fucking beautiful, so pliant under your touch. yunho’s always ready to give up control, let you do whatever you want to him. will do anything to feel the pure bliss that you can only give him. god, you need to hear him say it. need him to tell how good you make him feel.

you pump him in earnest now, your other hand going back to his chest and playing with his nipples. yunho writhes under you, body confused on whether to arch into your touch or run away from it.

“uhn ~ ” yunho sleepily moans, the furrow in his brow deeper in confused pleasure as he starts to wake up, eyes blinking slowly as he raises his slightly head.

“hi sleepyhead ~ ” you coo with a smile, once you make eye contact. yunho’s partially eyes widen, sleep still in them and his mouth agape as he struggles to find words. he looks down to where you were sitting and fisting his dripping dick fast, so fast, he barely has time to register anything, still waking up, before he’s overcome with pleasure.

all he could do is throw his head back into the pillow with a loud moan, eyes fluttering back closed. he was helpless under you, brain still trying to catch up to his body, finding it hard to even speak. every attempt being shut down with a moan or a whine. everything just felt so good.

“aww, crying already ~ ” you purr out while extending a hand to wipe one the tears that spilled. was he? he wasn’t too sure of anything right now. his brain too muddled, still sleepy, almost dizzy, lost in all the sensations he was currently feeling.

he was trying, trying so hard to get grasp on his mind. urging himself fully wake up and relish in the intoxicating feeling of your hands all over him, not wanting to fall back asleep. his hips weakly rocking up into your grip when you start going tantalizingly slow, yearning for more.

“mmf- feels so good…” he manages to whisper with a sniffle. huh, guess he was crying. his head clearing up to get the words dancing on in his tongue out and past his lips. finally coming to and cracking his wet eyes open to look at you again, whining when he finds you staring back at him hungrily, goosebumps spreading over him. embarrassed, he quickly turns his head, shoving into the pillow as his body burns hot.

it’s too much for him. the thought of you touching him while he was sleep, having your way with him unknowingly. the perverted thoughts you must have had watching him lay on the bed, how he must have looked for you to make you want to touch him in such a powerless state. now awake, and being able to enjoy every touch, every brush or pinch of his nipple, and every upward stroke of his dick that grazes the tip just right. it makes his heart thrum in his chest.

his skin tingles and he could feel it. feel himself getting closer with every painfully slow pump, dick aching and profusely leaking all over you. intense shudders wracking his body, legs tensing under you as it builds up closer to the surface. god, he just wanted to cum, he needed to cum right now.

“easy there ~ ” you purr when yunho’s hands come out and grip on your waist tightly, a loud whine is all you get in response. you could tell he was getting close, all the telltale signs there. you were just waiting for him to say the words-

“mmph, can- can i cum, please?” yunho huffs out between moans. there it is.

you pretend to think about, drawling out dramatic ‘hm’s” as yunho squirms underneath you. desperately looking at you now, fresh tears springing to his eyes, bottom lip sucked into his mouth, his fingers twitching where they rest on your waist.

“i need it. i-i need so bad…” he pleads, stuttering as he gets closer. fighting against his body to hold back, not wanting to cum until he has your permission. not wanting to be disobedient, but also wanting to let go just as bad.

your boyfriend just looked so good, so ruined and erotic. you almost feel bad for what you were about to do. almost. you ignore his plea and continue to jerk him off slowly, his moans and the wet sounds of the copious amounts of precum leaking the only sounds filling the room. his hands wandering up to your waist now.

once his moans get louder and his stomach tenses, hips bucking into your touch with fervor… you know he’s about to cum and you smile to yourself.

“w-wait … ‘m gonna - ” yunho frantically gasps out when you abruptly start to stroke him faster. bringing him closer and closer and closer, right to the edge before you stop touching him all together. instead opting to gently glide your hands over his stomach that was tense.

“noo- why, but i was so close ~ ” he cries while sniffling, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. yearning to have your touch back, unsatisfied.

“why would i let you do that? you look so pretty right now, just let me play a little more,” you teasingly say with a smile. yunho frustratedly whines, still trembling, before he nods defeatedly. what could he possibly do against you? weak to your words, afraid you might take away the reward of cumming at all.

“patience, love.” you finish before finally starting to touch him again. working his dick at a brutal pace with both hands fisted around him, grip tight.

“ah!” yunho shouts, his head flying back onto the pillow and his back arching. hips twitching when you twist at the tip of his dick, overly sensitive. he barely has time to enjoy it before he’s getting close again and your hands stop touching him.

he looked absolutely blissed out, brain foggy with want. his body sweaty all over now, skin shining and his eyes were glazed over with lust and the tears that fall. you reach up to wipe under his eyes and brush his cheek that makes yunho melt with a sigh.

“good boy ~ ” you praise, “just one more, okay?” yunho obediently nods his head. you giggle, going back to stimulating his dick, squeezing hard.

he throbs in your hand, tip red and glistening with precum. you lick your lips, bringing your thumb up rub over it. yunho jumps, sparks running through his body from the damn near overstimulation on his sensitive tip.

“p-please, ‘s too much…” he gasps, his breath hitching. he twists his body in attempt to get you to let up, with no success. you keep going until he’s pulsing in your hand, letting his orgasm bubble up before you stop, his hold on your waist almost bruising.

“c’mon - no more teasing, please .. no more, i wanna cum -” he babbles, his words slurring together, frustrated and his head fuzzy, completely lost in pure ecstasy.

you hum, “you want it that bad?”

yunho’s looks at you, more tears rimming his eyes, “yes please, please, please - god i-i need it.” he begs, voice almost raw from all the moaning and crying he’s done.

“’mkay,” you shrug, positioning your hands over his twitching dick. he watches you with anticipation, face covered in longing.

“fuck ~ ” yunho groans, when you pump him without abandon. his lips are parted, drool starting to gather as he unabashedly whimpers and whines. his face screwed in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed and whole body shaking.

“cum for me then.” you command with a pinch to one of yunho’s neglected nipples.

he chokes on a gasp, his body stilling before he starts to tremble. ropes of cum shooting out to cover his chest and your hand, convulsing with each pulse, eyes rolling to back of his head. he mumbles a bunch of little “thank you’s” as he cums, riding out the shockwaves.

“good boy ~ ” you whisper, stroking him through his high until he whined and pushed your hand away from overstimulation. using you cum-free hand, you brush the sweaty strands of hair that fell over his forehead back.

he snuggles into your touch with a dopey smile, eyes shining with awe as he looks at you and chest heaving. he feels limp, small sounds still tumble out from the aftershocks. he feels light, almost weightless.

“thank you.” he breathes out again, eyes starting to get heavy. he reaches for you, pulling on your arm with a whine, wanting to drag you down on top of him. you laugh, tapping him on his nose, making him wrinkle it in fake annoyance.

“let me clean you up first, atleast.” you reason, which yunho agrees with and lets you climb off of him to grab some wipes and a warm rag from the bathroom.

when you return, you return to a sleeping yunho. light snores can be heard, sprawled out in the same position you left him in. walking over, you climb into bed and start to wipe the drying cum on his chest and tears on his face with the rag. gently, you put him into clean boxers before crawling next to him and plastering yourself to his side with a kiss to his cheek…

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