kiki

"If you need to cum, why don't you? Go ahead, baby. Just do it." You tease, putting on your most innocent voice through your own shaky sighs and low moans. You're glad he can't see your devious smirk – you've gotta keep the act up, after all. 

You bottom out and roll your hips. Jaehyun starts babbling again, thighs shaking as he weakly thrusts up into your cunt.

It drives him crazy, the feeling of being so close to release but having no way to reach it. He's so frustrated that he's crying, tears trailing down his cheeks and wetting his neck, as well as the pillow he's laying on. 

His head is so fuzzy, and when you tighten around him, he sobs. You're so wet and warm, squishy walls squeezing him just right. He’s pretty sure he's going to explode if he doesn't get to cum soon, and he tells you this, or at least, he tries to–

"Need it, need it, mmfg, 'm gonna die, gonna die, fu– pleas–" He manages to mumble through heavy lips, and everything about him is so heavy, like he's underwater. The room is filled with such dirty, slopping sounds when you and Jaehyun’s hips meet, and he's so overwhelmed, so, so frustrated.

You’ve worked him through so many dry orgasms that his dick actually hurts. He just wants to cum, needs it desperately, but he can't, not with the snug ring you slipped around his cock earlier in the evening. He thinks he going to have another dry orgasm, and the thought runs cold fear through his body, because he can't do it, he can't take it anymore, it hurts so bad, and he wishes you could read his mind, because his tongue is thick and useless in his mouth, too heavy for him to get it to work.

"Hyunnie?" You call out. By now, you've stopped the hip movement, after calling out to Jaehyun for a couple of minutes and not getting a response. He kind of reacts, whining weakly at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around his shaft. Jaehyun shudders as you pull off of him, slipping his hard length out of your wet cunt, and now he’s cold, and this is somehow worse. Then, you turn around to look at him, and every complaint he has dies on his tongue. Your own hair is a bit messy, lip gloss smudged, and he finds comfort in knowing you’re also affected by this. You’re stunning, and he whines again, quietly, as his cock twitches uselessly.

To you, Jaehyun is just as pretty. His cheeks are such a deep shade of red, and his eyes are barely open, lashes fluttering prettily at you. There's a thin trail of drool running down the side of his mouth. You almost wanna lick it up, feed it back into his mouth for him, but you have at least a little self control left. 

Guilt pricks at you when you take in his state – his body is limp against the bed, chest heaving and lips turned down in displeasure. His penis is nearly throbbing, pulsing against his stomach and leaking precum into his belly button. 

"Sweetie pie, I’m sorry. You must’ve needed me so badly, huh?" You coo, kissing his tear-stained cheeks and running your fingers through his sweat-damp hair. "Can you give me a color?"

He doesn't respond for a minute, lost in the sea of his mind, and you rub his biceps soothingly to give him time. Once the question finally reaches his ears, he mumbles something weakly.

"What was that?"

"Gree- g-green, c-color's green." You hum at that, looking over his fucked-out state. His eyes unfocus every couple of seconds as he tries to look at you, eyebrows furrowed, and you decide that maybe he’s reached his limit.

"Think you're ready to cum, baby boy?" He shakes his head, or something like that, the movement is aborted halfway through, and his head falls against the pillows again.  

"Can't, can't, n-need-" 

You shush his struggling words and straddle his lap, hovering over his thighs and trailing your hands down his stomach.

"It's okay, I've got you, yeah?" You nod, and Jaehyun tries to nod with you, but it's jerky and awkward. His back arches when you wrap a hand around his member and start stroking it slowly.

"Haaah- ple-- pleas' don make me, hurts so bad." 

You tell him that it's okay, that you won't make him suffer through another dry orgasm. 

Jaehyun’s hips follow you when you start sliding the ring off of his cock, whining about how it's not gonna come off, it's stuck, it’s gonna hurt. You hold his hip down with your free hand, placing a gentle kiss on his tip. His hips twitch, trying to chase the feeling, but your hold is firm. His cock drools precum pathetically, and you spread it along his shaft, using the wetness to slide the ring off with a pop!

Jaehyun lets out a heavy sigh of relief, and his body melts into the bed at the feeling of his penis finally being free. 

"Gonna let you cum now, Myungie. Wanna make a mess for me?" You ask, straddling his hips, and Jaehyun's nodding desperately, aggressively before you even finish your statement. When his tip pushes against your opening, his mouth drops open, and his back lifts off the bed again, arching as you slide him back into you.

You're facing him now, and you regret not doing it sooner, because he's absolutely stunning, face scrunched up in pleasure.

"Mm, you're so good, Hyunnie. You always do so well, my sweet boy." You praise in between your own gasps and moans, grinding Jaehyun's cock right into your sweet spot. Jaehyun’s shaking like a leaf, fingers gripping your hips. His mouth is still open, making no move to hide his loud, desperate whimpers and moans. Spit pools in his mouth and drools down the side of his chin. Sparks dance behind your eyelids, and you kiss Jaehyun's cheek before leaning into his ear.

"Cum for me, baby boy." And he does, almost immediately, eyes rolling back before his lids squeeze shut, and his moans are so high pitched, so helpless and pitiful that the sound helps send you over the edge, buzzing while taking in Jaehyun's ruined appearance.

You fuck him through it, ignoring his cries of how sensitive he is. You grind your cores together until his hips are jerking up into yours again, only pulling off then. 

You pull away to see the new marks already coloring, shiny with saliva, and you reach up to wipe the area clean. Your hand falters on his cock, distracted, and it's like something else is controlling you when your fingers drag across his throat again, feeling at the bump protruding from it. You lightly press on it. 

Leehan huffs out a deep breath, and you tear your eyes away from his throat to look back at his face. His eyebrows are furrowed in a silent plea, so you try it again, pressing your thumb against his throat a little harder. You're careful not to actually hurt him, and your breath catches at the way his eyelashes flutter. 

You position your hand so your palm is touching his adams apple, hand wrapped around his throat, and look at him again, check in on him. 

“Is this okay?” You ask, voice quiet and gentle. His eyelids are lower now, quivering like he's struggling to keep them open. His nod is short, movements restricted by your hand. He swallows, and you're addicted to the way you can feel his throat constrict and release under your hold. His hands are resting on your hips, so you bring one up and wrap it around your wrist. He lets you guide him easily, body pliant where it's slumped against the wall. 

“Will you tap me if you want me to stop?” You ask just loud enough so he can hear you, because you're afraid the air will crumble to pieces around you if you disturb it. He lets out a faint, breathless “Okay,” a tiny vibration against your palm that makes your panties wetten.

Your fingers squeeze around his throat lightly, just to test the waters, and Leehan's eyes flutter shut again. You give him a second to regain himself, and when his eyes open up again, falling onto your own, you wrap your free hand back around his cock.

His breath catches at the feeling, and he lets out a shaky sigh as you start a slow pace. You speed up gradually, and when your pace is back to how it started, rapid and relentless, only stopping every so often to thumb along his tip, you tighten your grasp on his neck, feel the delicate structure in your hold. 

Leehan's head knocks back against the wall, pretty eyes squeezing shut and grip on your wrist tightening. You pay close attention to see if he'll tap you, if he needs you to stop, but he doesn't. 

“Look at me, Hannie.” You whisper. You're not sure he heard you, but after a couple of seconds, his eyelids flutter open. They're lower now, from the force of his creased eyebrows, threatening to close again. It's surprising – Leehan is usually the one advocating for eye contact, but he can barely keep his eyes open. It's powerful to strip away the one demand he always gives you, to flip the switch and give it to him instead. You loosen your hold on his throat and rub the head of his dick again, gentler this time, because he's trying to say something. 

“Breathe, c-can’t–” He gasps out, hips rocking into your touch desperately. His voice is hoarse, words broken up as you continue stroking his cock, squeezing around it lightly, squeezing around his throat simultaneously, cutting off whatever else he had to say. 

Precum is leaking from his tip, spreading along your hand and his shaft, making your strokes messy and smooth. You lean up to speak near his ear. 

“You're so tender like this, with your life in the palm of my hand. D’you like it, Hannie?” Leehan likes when your voice is soft but teasing, whispering dirty words where only he can hear, so that's what you do.

His response is just a pathetic string of choked-off noises, nails digging into your wrist. He's stunning, but you tell him he looks pathetic, watch as the words settle along his skin. His mouth is hanging open uselessly, drool running down his chin. You attach your lips to his, kissing him roughly, while he pants into your mouth, desperate for the little air he can get. 

He’s trembling, grip sporadic as it tightens and loosens around your wrist. You watch as his eyes roll back into his head. His cock is hot and heavy in your hand, and it twitches right before he's spurting cum all over your palm. You release his throat, using your now free hand to press his hips against the wall as you work him through it. His throat is scratchy, whines breathless as he weakly tries to push your hand away from his overstimulated cock. 

You kiss away stray tears that fell at some point and left streaks behind on his cheeks, rubbing his shoulders soothingly as he catches his breath. He's just as beautiful now, face pink and eyes sparkling with stars in them, and you bask in it, sure that your own eyes are shining with love as well.

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you wrestle with the lock of your apartment door, jamming and twisting the key around impatiently, huffing at the lack of compromise it’s giving you. all you’ve wanted to do since you left your safe haven was come right back, curl up in bed and sob into your pillow; life being too much for you to carry on your shoulders lately.

everything was difficult and stressful, and your body was barely standing upright. today was your final straw. any more stress, and you’d crumble into pieces. 

on your way home, you had looked up at the soft wash of pink and orange that was the sky, asking the universe for some kind of break. anything to ease the constant pain you felt. 

you hoped and prayed it would take kindly to your wishes, but as you’re standing here now, fighting to get into your warm home, it seems the universe ignored you. so much for asking you for any favours, you think to yourself bitterly. the thinned string of patience inside you threatens to snap as you ram the key into the lock hole for the sixth time, its stubborn self still refusing to give in. 

you take out the key, then put it back in, turn it as far left as it’ll go, and grab the door handle. you push down on it, and with all the strength you can muster, you bump your shoulder against the door, and suddenly, you’re home at last. 

you quickly shut and lock the door behind you, then kick off your shoes and switch on the main light. it’s quiet inside, despite it being the evening, only the low hum of the air conditioner floating through the place. you had thought your boyfriend would be home at this hour, as he usually is, but perhaps he had to stay longer at his schedules tonight. 

the thought weighs down on your shoulders, tears itching to escape and stream down your cheeks. a dark, heavy feeling settles in your chest. all you’ve wanted after such a long day was to see him. to collapse into his arms and feel his sturdy body against yours. and even if you did end up sobbing into your pillow the entire night, at least leehan would be there for you, laying beside you, rubbing your back and soothing you with his sweet voice, telling you that everything would be alright. 

yn: 0, universe: 2 trillion, you think. 

you’re too tired to feel hungry, and too tired to cook, so you decide to skip dinner. you switch off the main light, walking softly through the kitchen to your bedroom. it’s cold and damp inside, a fitting representation of your feelings. you don’t even have the energy to feel bothered by it. instead, you let yourself feel the goosebumps raise on your arms and the unpleasant chill caress your bare skin. 

you weakly climb onto the bed, forgetting to turn the lights on and not bothering to snuggle up under the covers. you lay there on your side, in your cold, dark room, with your knees tucked into your chest. 

for a while, your mind thinks nothing. 

until, you begin to think about all that’s wrong. a familiar feeling awakens in your veins. or maybe it’s your bones. whichever is deeper, more hurtful, it awakens there and gnaws at you.

the thoughts wash through like a tide, cruel and relentless.

you let out a sob and squeeze your eyes shut, willing the thoughts away, screaming at the voice inside of you to leave you alone. your breaths come in short and panicked, and you scramble your mind to find something to tether yourself to, something to ground you and make you feel real again. 

a moment passes, and then, you see his face. 

you see his pretty smile and the even prettier dimples adorning it, a little part of you wishing you could live inside of them; safe and stored away from the hideous world. his soft eyes, all sparkling and starry appear and you try to remember how they look at you so lovingly. you see his hands tangled in yours, warm and safe and sturdy. you remember, as hard as you can, how they felt and you hold that feeling close to your heart, hoping it would soothe its rapid beats. 

leehan. leehan. leehan. you repeat like a prayer. your body relaxes. 

your breaths start to slow and you finally gulp in deeper breaths. but the relief doesn’t last for long, when you realise the pictures of your boyfriend in your mind are just that. pictures. he is not here. 

a frustrated burn settles in the back of your eyes, and you feel wet lines travel down your temples. your body shakes with every cry that escapes you, a puddle of wet forming on the covers. you sob for a while, until your head turns heavy and your eyes can barely stay open. 

please come home, leehan. i need you. 

you wish again to the universe, pleading it to do you a kindness and bring comfort to you, just this once. you hug yourself tightly while hoping for your boyfriend to come home, sniffling every now and then as your cries come to quiet. several minutes pass of you in the dark, cold and heartbroken, a heaviness stuck in the air. 

sleep nearly comes to your aid, but it’s not quick enough. you’re still awake to hear the distant, muffled sound of a key turning, and then clink of the front door unlocking. 

your heart soars in your chest. you sleepily wonder if it’s a dream, staying ever so still as you strain your ears for more sound. 

“yn? are you home, angel?” a weak sob escapes your lips at the comforting sound of leehan’s voice. you don’t know whether to smile or continue crying, so you do a strange combination of both. 

“in here”, you reply. but your voice isn’t loud enough. it’s raspy and weak, the words scraping your throat like glass as you spoke them. 

you wait a few heartbeats longer, hopeful and excited, watching the door, wondering if leehan was coming to find you.

soon enough, just as you wished, leehan finds you.

he shuffles into the pitch-dark room, turning on the light to see better. the moment he spots you, he nearly crumbles. a look of concern contort his features as walks towards your limp body and softly asks, “baby? wha- what’s wrong? are you okay? how long have you been like this?” his words spill out rushed, each one carrying more weight than the last.

he lowers himself onto the bed, adjusting himself so he’s sitting next to you, and reaches out an urgent hand out to brush away pieces of hair that stuck to your tear-stained face. “oh, baby”, he coos, stroking your hair gently. “talk to me” 

you look up at him through glassy eyes, and you break out into more sobs when you see how he gazes at you. so much concern and compassion glimmer in his eyes, it tugs at your heartstrings. his sweet words pick apart every tense nerve in your body. 

you hide your face in your hands as you cry, your breaths coming in so short and quick, they cut off every word you try to speak. 

“shh, baby. i’m here.” leehan comforts, as he leans down to place a kiss to your shoulder as one of his hands massages your back, up and down, soothingly. 

after a few more sobs and shh’s from leehan, you find a moment to take deep breaths and wipe your eyes. your limbs fight against you after being stuck in the same position for so long as you adjust yourself to sit up. you avoid his laser gaze, knowing that if you looked into his eyes, you fear the tears would never end. 

once you’ve sat up, you cross your legs and take in a shaky breath. the hand that leehan dragged up and down your back, now rests on your thigh. his other one finds the small of your back and stays there. 

you breath out deeply before speaking. 

“i’m just so tired, leehan.” your voice cracks and scratches but you don’t care enough to clear your throat. 

“i had such an awful day. i’ve been having awful days. and my head hurts so much. and my heart won’t stop beating like crazy. i feel it every second of the day and it scares me so much. everything is too much for me. i’m lost and confused and just. tired. ”, more tears stream down your cheeks, and you need to take in another deep breath before continuing. your hand finds leehans’ on your thigh and holds it tight for comfort. 

a weighted silence drifts upon the air. slowly, you look up from the random spot on the covers you’ve been trained on and meet leehan’s eyes. 

tears glisten at the edges of them, the look of concern vanished, replaced by utter sadness. his eyes trace every feature of your face, as if to find the answer to his question.

“oh, my love” he says, his voice hushed, nearly falling into a whisper. “why didn’t you tell me sooner? to know that you’ve been carrying this weight on your shoulders all by yourself, it breaks my heart. you know that’s why i’m here right? to help you carry the heavy things” 

“i-i know, leehan” you look down at your intertwined hands. “i don’t know why i didn’t, i’m sorry. i think i just, i didn’t want to burden you. i thought i could figure it out myself. make it go away on my own”, you shrug, not even realising how you’d kept your feelings a secret, subconsciously hiding them under a smile.

leehan suddenly cups your face in his hands, his eyes serious but his tone gentle. “you never have to be on your own. not as long as i’m here”, he sniffles as his eyes water more. your heart splinters at the sight. 

“please listen to me, baby. look at me” he makes sure he’s locked his gaze into yours when he says, “i am always here for you. always. i want to hear what you have to say. everything. don’t ever think you can’t come to me. you don’t have to be alone, i promise.” 

leehan kisses your forehead, so softly and sweetly, it prompts your body to shudder. your entire being is overcome by the love it holds for him. 

thank you, universe. 

“thank you” you say quietly, giving him the biggest smile you can muster. both your hands cover his own, your thumbs rubbing the backs of them lightly. “i love you. i promise to come to you. promise i’ll tell you things.” 

a slow smile spreads across his face, and he plants another kiss to your forehead, this time, lingering on the spot. he pulls away and tucks your hair behind your ears.

“let me take care of you, okay? i’ll run you a bath, get you all cleaned up and relaxed. how does that sound, baby?”, he asks eagerly.

your words seemed to have run away at leehan’s compassion, so all you do is nod your head tiredly, giving him a soft smile. 

leehan enters the bathroom with you in his arms, stopping to turn on the light before setting you down on the fluffy rug in the middle of the floor. it feels plush and warm against your socked feet, a comforting change compared to the cool draft in the bedroom. you press yourself further into it, really making sure you’re standing firmly on the ground, planted and unmoving.

he glides over to the bath, twisting the knob to the right so the dial lands right where it’s nearly too hot, just how you like it. the rush of water fills the room, the strong current of the faucet beating against the plastic tub, and again you feel comforted, no longer trapped in your thoughts when pleasant distractions feed all your senses. your eyes study leehan as he feels the water with his fingers, adjusting the dial a few times before turning back to you.

without saying a word, he scoops you into his embrace once more, bringing you to the sink and sitting you down on the edge of the counter. he kisses your cheek tenderly before opening a mirrored cabinet to sift through and bringing out your entire skincare routine, lining up each bottle in their respective order. a bright, warm glow begins to fill your chest. 

he bends down to open up a cupboard, and remerges with a small towel in his hand, then turns on the sink, checking to see if the water is lukewarm. he wets the towel, rings it, then repeats the action. after a few more soaks and rings, he places himself between your legs, then gently presses the towel to your face. 

“close your eyes for me, pretty” he instructs quietly, his voice low and smooth. 

leehan works in a methodical rhythm until every inch of your skin is made damp. his touches are so gentle and filled with love, you feel light-headed. you wonder in awe at how lucky you got with him. that such loving, gentle boy is all yours. a tiny, secret smile pulls the corners of your mouth.

“does that feel good, baby?” he purrs, taking notice of your not-so-secret smile. 

“mm-hm, more than good” you respond, looking up at him softly. he smiles back at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling in delight. 

leehan moves carefully as he applies your face wash, rubbing circles on your face firmly but gingerly, then taking the same wet towel to rinse it off. he works in silence whilst massaging every one of your serums and moisturisers into your face, as he’s seen you apply them yourself a million times, slowly and thoughtfully in an effort to relax you. the cold sensation of the creams and his sturdy fingers send shivers down your spine. 

“there we go. all done”. leehan strokes his thumbs over your cheeks one last time, then leans in to kiss your lips. it’s short and sweet, his lips soft and warm. 

the sound of the rushing water must have become white noise to you both, because when you turn your attention to the tub, it’s nearly filled to the brim. leehan goes to shut off the faucet, but not before adding in your favourite soap, swirling the steaming water around with his hand, making a clean, bubbly scent waft through the air. it’s familiar to you, a reassuring sense that helps you attach yourself to the present moment.  you’re here and you’re okay, you soothe to yourself. 

he walks back to you, hooking a strong arm around your back and placing the other under your knees, lifting you off the counter and placing you back on the fluffy rug. 

“let’s take these icky clothes off of you. arms up.” he says quietly, his honey voice nearly humming the words. 

you obey, reaching your arms up in the air, letting him put his hands under your shirt and gently lift it up and over your head. he’s seen you in your bra plenty of times before, but somehow, the intimacy of this moment makes you shy away and cover up. 

“hey…” he looks down at you, a slight twinkle in his eye. he gently pulls your arms away from your chest. “it’s just me, baby” 

“i know…” you respond shyly… “i just…” you trail off, looking down at your feet. 

“don’t worry, love. i can leave to let you undress. just let me know when you’re done.” he goes to leave, but you stop him quickly, grabbing his hand.

“no! no, please stay. i’m just a little overwhelmed…with love, i think. that’s all”, you say to the floor quietly. 

all leehan does is gaze at you fondly, the tiniest giggling leaving his mouth. “okay. i’ll be gentle with you, i promise” he reassures as he reaches his hands out to unclasp your bra.

they’re warm and sturdy, like they always are. the way his fingertips brush against your exposed skin so delicately gives you goosebumps. you didn’t know how it was possible to miss him so much, despite seeing him only this morning, and having him in front of you now, but here you are, longing for him so deeply. 

he undoes the clasp, then hooks his fingers through the straps, gently gliding it down your arms. once it’s off, he gathers it nicely and places it in on the sink, along with your shirt.

his hands continue to brush down your arms, the grazing of his finger tips like a ghost against your skin. he never lets go of your gaze as he kisses down your stomach. you gasp lightly at the way his lips travel down your body so lovingly, as if he was made just to worship you. 

he stops just before the button of your pants, then carefully undoes them, easing the piece of clothing down your legs slowly. you lift each foot out of the holes. 

leehan grabs the back of your calf, lifting it slightly to press a soft kiss to your shin, then takes off your sock. he does the same to your other leg, then folds up your jeans and sets them down near your folded shirt and bra. 

his eyes never leave yours as he runs his fingertips along your collarbone, the soft pads finding your shoulders to rest there. “my beautiful baby,” he coos. “let’s get you washed up.” 

leehan rolls up his long sleeve shirt, cuffing it at the elbows, then as tenderly as he can, he scoops you up and walks you over to the tub. his eyes never leave your face as he lowers you into the hot, bubbly water, careful not to hurt you. 

“how’s the temperature? is it warm enough?” 

“it’s perfect, leehan” you say, because it was. everything about this moment was perfect. 

“good”, he smiles softly. “i’ll be right back, okay?” and then he quietly leaves the bathroom. you rest your back against the side of the tub, leaning your head back on the side. the water is so warm, it feels like it reaches your bones. it melts away your worries like butter, until every evil word you had thought to yourself becomes smudged and muddled, a distant memory. 

you play with the bubbles, scooping up a handful, then blowing it into the air, watching as the sparkly, white clouds float every which way. your heart finally begins to slow down, resuming a normal pace. you’re warm and cradled and safe, all thanks to leehan. you could nearly cry again at his loving actions. how incredibly lucky you were to have him. 

your love returns a few minutes later with a rolled up towel, walking into the separate shower to grab your wash cloth and body wash, then kneels near the tub behind you. he lifts up your head slightly, then pushes the towel underneath as a little makeshift pillow.

you study his upside down face carefully. his cheeks are slightly blushed from the heat of the bath, and the front pieces of his hair are curling slightly from it, too. there’s something so sweet in his eyes — you can’t quite explain it. but it makes you glow on the inside. 

leehan. leehan. leehan. my leehan. 

he beams down at you, stroking your head. “do you need to wash your hair tonight?” he asks, searching your eyes.

you simply shake your head no, too relaxed and soothed to speak. he nods, then takes the wash cloth and dips it in the tub.

he squirts your favourite body wash on it, then begins to rub it in your skin soothingly. the pressure of his strong hands, the warmth of the water, and the slight tingle of the texture of the cloth against your skin overwhelms you with relaxation. 

with each gentle rub, your pain washes away, lost to the mountains of bubbles. your mind goes blank, but not unpleasantly. it’s quiet, but not uncomfortable. at peace, in a way.

for a long time, leehan tends to you. his forearms are soaked, covered in tiny white bubbles, some even reaching up his cuffed sleeve. he holds every part of you so tenderly, as if you were the most precious being he’ll ever know. he’s careful to wash off any excess icky-ness of the day, humming lowly as he does. 

his fingers begin to prune, as do yours, and the bubbles begin to subside. he cups his hands in the water and uses it to wash off any leftover soap still stuck to your skin. you’ve passed the state of relaxation now, completely lost in bliss from leehan’s caresses.

as you hug your knees to your chest, he tells you to lift your head up off the little towel. two strong hands grip your shoulders, massaging them lazily. his hands rub the tense muscles for a few minutes, sending tingling sensations down your spine. 

“love you so much, darling. so so much” he purrs into your ear softly before letting his warm lips trail down your neck. he reaches one hand across your face to cup your cheek, turning your head ever so slightly. his fingers slide to rest under your chin, and he slowly lifts your head up so you’re looking right in his eyes. 

“you’re everything to me, yn. everything” he says, then presses his mouth to yours softly. he deepens the kiss by swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. you let him in, allowing your tongue to tangle with his. he lingers in your mouth for a while, languidly tasting you over and over again. he finally breaks away, his cheeks slightly flushed. 

your own cheeks are blushed as well, your breath stuck in your throat slightly, in awe of the kiss. 

leehan uses his thumbs to guide your eyelids closed to press feather-light kisses to each one, then he wanders all over your face, not letting any inch of skin go un-kissed. one last time, his lips finds yours again. 

you look up at him sleepily, so relaxed and soothed, you could fall asleep right there. the harsh cold and sadness of before long gone. he notices your sleepiness. 

“ready for bed, my love?” 

“mm-hmm” you hum in response, your lids fluttering closed as you let him scoop you out of the tub and stand you up carefully. he quickly gets your robe off of its hook, then wraps it around your body, guiding each of your arms through the sleeves. he snugs it around you as tight as possible before tying the strap around your waist. he goes to empty the tub, the water beginning to drain with a large gurgle. 

leehan turns you around by the shoulders, guiding you to the closet so you can get dressed in your pyjamas. you stand in the middle of the closet, studying your boyfriend as he contently sifts through your drawers, trying to find your comfiest set of pyjamas.

“ah—these ones! these are so cute, baby. and they’re nice and warm. what do you think, hm?” he turns to look at you with sparkling eyes, a hint of playfulness in them. 

“yeah, those will work leehan” you let out a breathy laugh, completely amused by the fact that leehan thought these pyjamas are cute, all pink and adorned with hearts. 

he goes to unwrap your robe and delicately slide it off of you, letting it pool at your feet. the sudden cold air makes you cover yourself, prompting leehan to coo and hastily bring your pyjama top over your head.

“here, baby”, he says softly. the warm fabric gives you immediate relief, eliciting a sigh out of you. he bends down to put on the fluffy pants, gently holding your the back of your calves as he does so. you help him bring them up all the way, to which leehan lifts your top slightly to plant a sneaky kiss to your stomach. 

“hey!” you giggle. “that tickles” 

he smiles up at you sweetly, his fluffy brown hair covering his pretty eyes. “oh!” he perks up suddenly.  “i forgot your socks!” he exclaims, jumping to his feet to go through your sock drawer. he grabs the warmest, fluffiest pair he can find. 

once he’s put them on your feet, he wastes no time in scooping you up in his arms for the nth time that night. he walks you to the bed, switching off the bathroom light on his way out. even though it’s a brief walk, you snuggle up to him close, your head finding the crook of his neck to rest in. you place a soft kiss to the area of skin, then another, and another, until you’ve placed as many as you can before he sets you down gently. 

he adjusts the covers so you can cuddle up underneath them, and you slide your body under them and snuggle up as much as possible, making yourself cozy. 

leehan pulls the covers up to your chin, tucking in the rest around around body, making sure you’re as warm as can be. he sits down next to you, taking your hands in his. after a moment, he speaks.

“you should eat something warm. how about some soup?” he asks. 

“that sounds lovely”, you say quietly, “thank you, leehanie. for…for everything”, squeezing his hand to punctuate the words. 

“it’s what i’m here for, darling.” he stands, then gives you a quick peck on your forehead, then leaves as he says “i’ll be back soon”

my leehan. you think as you watch him go. your eyes stay trained on the door way, your ears listening to the soft chinks of the dishes and the quiet closing of cupboards, and the occasional crinkle of a packet.

you wait patiently for your love. thanking the stars a million times over for him. how lucky you were for them to align just so, allowing you to be together.

just a couple hours ago, you were laying in this same spot, curled up into a sad, miserable ball, sobbing at how cruel your mind and the world was. you had wanted nothing more than the bed to swallow you whole. 

but then, he came home to you. and here you are now, underneath toasty covers, and you felt alright. you were comforted and relaxed, but most importantly, you were loved.

you lay in silence for a few long minutes, the occasional drip of the faucet hitting the bottom of the tub floating through the room. you trace random shapes with your eyes on the ceiling. just as your finishing tracing a heart, leehan walks in with a warm bowl of soup, soft swirls of steaming from it into the air. 

“it’s still a little hot but it shouldn’t take long to cool down” he says, placing the bowl on the nightstand next to you. he gives it a few stirs with the spoon, then turns his attention back to you. he smiles softly as he sits down next to you, fiddling the with warm duvet to snuggle you up more. 

he takes the bowl of comfort food in his hands with the towel. “open up” leehan lifts the spoon to your lips, then slowly tips it so you can swallow the warm liquid. 

“is it good?” he asks hopefully. 

“mm-hmm, it’s lovely. feels good to eat something warm” you respond sleepily, opening your mouth again as another spoonful comes towards you.

leehan feeds you lovingly in the perfect, comfortable quiet that envelopes you two. he makes sure you’ve eaten it all, until the bowl is just barely streaked with soup. when the spoon stops being useful, he brings the bowl to your lips and holds the back of your head gently as you drink up the rest. 

“i’ll go wash up the dishes. it’s not much, but if you feel like you need to sleep, don’t wait up for me, okay? rest. i love you, baby”. he kisses off an excess spot of soup at the corner of your mouth, then presses his lips to your forehead.

“i love you” you tell him softly.

you watch him go with heavy eyelids and a warm, full belly. 

you don’t fall asleep just yet, even though you feel sleep tugging at your brain and body. you nearly drift off, but jerk yourself awake. you wanted to wait for leehan.

he was so wonderful to you today, so caring and compassionate. your heart squeezes as your mind recounts the details of the night. every little moment of leehan caring for you making a content smile tug at your lips. 

by the time he comes back into the room, your eyes are barely able to stay open.

“you’re still awake? you didn’t have to wait for me, yn.” he offers you a sweet smile as he brushes a strand of hair away from your eyes. 

“i know, i wanted to though. i want some cuddles” you say gently.

“you’re gonna get lots of cuddles, i promise.” you feel leehan’s weight dip the bed as he climbs in next to you.

before he can say anything else, you decide to speak. “i’m sorry, leehan. i was such a mess today”, you say quietly, fiddling with the top of the covers. 

“baby, wha-what?”, a sudden look of concern paints his face, his eyebrows quirking up in confusion.

his eyes look at you sadly. “what do you have to be sorry for?” he breathes out, his hand cupping your cheek softly, his thumb making soothing strokes. 

“i-i just…” your words get caught in your throat, and you feel the prickle of tears behind your eyes. a sob threatens to leave you, so you take a deep breath before speaking again. 

“i just dumped so much on you, you know? out of nowhere. you came home and there i was, a complete sobbing mess. just dumping so much of emotions onto you, with no warning. i didn’t even ask you about your day. i’m sorry you had to see me that way…i’m such a burden”. the well-known dark feeling enters your chest again, the rampant monster in your mind waiting to pounce. 

“oh, angel” he sighs. leehan takes his hand off your cheek to grab one of yours, holding it so tightly, you wonder if he thinks you’ll slip away if he let go. 

he brings your hand to his lips and kisses it softly. 

he studies you earnestly. “don’t ever be sorry for being open with me. you’re not a bother. you’re the furthest thing from it. it’s okay if you were a mess. i’m a mess sometimes. and when i am, you’re always there to care for me. why wouldn’t i do the same for you?” he pauses briefly, as if to make sure he doesn’t cry.

“it breaks my heart to know you feel the way you do, yn. you deserve the whole world” his voice cracks slightly at the end. leehan says the words with so much fervor and love, you want to believe him, so badly, but your mind continues to build blocks. you hate yourself for it, and he sees it written on your face.

“please hear me when i say this, my love” he squeezes your hand tight, bringing it to his heart. “i promise you’re good enough. i know you feel small sometimes. but please believe me when i say you are good enough. you work so so hard, and you’re so talented. i see how much you sacrifice to do well. you’re kind and thoughtful and smart. and really, really gorgeous…” he trails off, letting out a breathy laugh. his eyes begin to twinkle.

“you still make my heart race, y’know that? every time i look at you, it goes crazy. just for you and only you…i know i’m not the best with words, but, i really do love you. and you mean everything to me. i don’t need or want you to be perfect or put-together all the time. i want to see all the parts to you.  don’t be sorry for your feelings, please. and don’t be afraid to come to me, alright? nothing about you is ever too much for me, angel. there’s no such thing.” 

you quite literally feel like you could burst into a million pieces at that very moment. no one has or will ever make you feel as loved as leehan. the world would have to end before you even tried to figure that out. you really try to hear him, try to cement the words into your heart, to will away the dark thoughts. they might not disappear entirely, but you had leehan. your sweet leehan, who would never let you go through it alone. 

a few tears have made their way down your cheeks again, and his. he places your hand down gently, then leans down to kiss away your tears. he takes his time, slowly licking up the salty trails. he cups your face, stroking your reddened cheeks soothingly. he kisses every part of your face until there’s no part of skin that hasn’t been touched. 

you take his face in your hands, brushing away stray pieces of hair from his eyes. “my leehan”, you dote, “i love you so much. what would i do without you?”

he brings his lips to yours, softly at first. the kiss is light, barely a touch. he pulls away, just for a moment, to look into your eyes. he kisses you again, but deeper this time, a way for you to say i love you better than his words could tell. it’s passionate and intimate and vulnerable, and it tastes of your salty tears and his vanilla chapstick. your stray fingers tug at his hair slightly, pressing him closer to you. it’s a thank you kiss. an i love you kiss. a kiss that says i’ll never leave you.

after a few moments, he slowly breaks away from you. your eyes still closed. carefully, they flutter open to see a dazed, dreamy-eyed leehan and with every fiber of his being, with every piece of his heart, he says, “i love you, yn. i’ll love you forever”

Jaehyun’s been acting weird, and that’s saying something, because he’s always been a bit strange. 

But it’s obvious he hasn’t been his usual self for the past week. When you ask him about it, he brushes it off quickly and changes the subject. 

Then, whatever’s bothering him begins affecting your sex life. He's tense, visibly nervous before you guys do anything intimate. You can tell he's close when his high-pitched moans turn into quiet, choked off gasps. You know the signs, and you’re more than ready to feel his hot seed fill you up the way you like, but it never does. You see his face scrunch up in torment right before he hides in your neck. He continues to let out a string of pitiful whimpers, hips still thrusting sloppily until you're showing signs of orgasming yourself. This goes on for days before you notice a pattern. 

You guys get intimate, and for a little while afterward, he gets quieter, more reserved, almost…ashamed? He can’t even seem to look at you, and is quick to scoot away when you sit too close to him. It kind of hurts, but you give him time and space, figuring he’ll come to you if  he’s ever ready to talk. He never brings it up, but after a couple of hours, he’s back to the Jaehyun you know–a bit strange, proposing unusual schemes and so hyper he’s basically bouncing off the walls.

The two of you often fall into intimate moments after bantering, sometimes even play fighting, and tonight’s no different. Jaehyun’s his usual mischievous self, teasing you enough that it’s harmless, but gets under your skin. When tension arises and things get heated, you guys make eye contact, and he kind of just…deflates, moving from where he’s hovering over you to slump back against the couch.

You hesitate, because you don’t want to put him on the spot, but his behavior is beginning to make you concerned, and a little insecure. After a few moments, it’s obvious Jaehyun’s not going to say anything, so you speak up.

"Sweetie, we should talk." 

Immediately, he tenses. He sits up, and his shoulders are so stiff it looks uncomfortable. His only noticeable movement is the fiddling with his fingers, wringing them as if he wants to crack his knuckles, but they’re not popping. You keep a safe distance between the two of you, but sit close enough that you can rest a comforting hand on his thigh.

His eyes are glossy, and his lip is caught in between his teeth when he finally looks at you. He looks like a kicked puppy, and you immediately want to scoop him in your arms and make him feel better. But, time and space.

"Oh, baby. Will you tell me what's bothering you?" 

His lips move, but almost no sound comes out. His cheeks visibly redden when you ask him to repeat himself.

"Do you think I...finish too fast?" He asks, mumbling 'finish' shyly like it's dirty. You stare at him in confusion, rolling his words around in your head, trying to get them to make sense. Since when is him cumming quickly an issue?

"Sorry, was that too abrupt? Just forget I-"

"No, you're fine, Jae. I was just a little surprised." You look away from him for a moment to think about your next words carefully. "There's nothing wrong with being sensitive."

Again, Jaehyun deflates back into the couch, hands coming to hide his face.

“That’s probably the worst thing you could've said. Seriously, ‘yes’ would’ve been less embarrassing.” He says, his words muffled by his palms.

“I’m sorry, I just mean–” You pause. “Even if you finish quickly, what’s wrong with that?”

“Well, doesn’t it leave you…unsatisfied?” This time, he whispers ‘unsatisfied’ cautiously, and pre-winces like he’s waiting for the scariest answer possible.

Almost immediately, you laugh, which sounds more like an amused scoff. Just the thought of Jaehyun leaving you high and dry is a bit silly–he’s a wonderful partner. Even if he finishes quickly, he’s damn near always hard, and rarely fails to make you cum.

But, unfortunately, you don’t say that, so your laughter is your only response. Jaehyun looks at you with his jaw hanging down and his eyes wide like he’s mortified.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He half-whines, running his hands through his hair in distress. Instinctively, your hands come up to fix the mess, taming wild strands back into place so he looks less like a wet cat. 

“No– Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, it’s just.” You stammer your words out, trying to clean up the way you’re royally fucking this up. “Jaehyun, you’ve never left me unsatisfied. You don’t even have to worry about that, okay?” You grab one of his hands and squeeze it lightly, trying to punctuate your statement. He doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he doesn’t push back, and instead reciprocates the hand-holding.

“But still, it kinda makes me feel bad. Humiliated, I guess? We barely get started and I feel like I’m already creaming my pants.”

The statement almost makes you giggle again, but you hold it back because that’s not at all helpful. Personally, you love Jaehyun's sensitivity, the way he gets tender and desperate from a hand tracing his thigh, the way he's on the precipice after a little petting. It's cute, he's cute, but you don't know how to tell him this in a way that will stick, so you change courses.

“Okay, this is a serious issue. What do you want to do about it?”

He looks at you bashfully, lips parted like he has something to say but isn’t sure how. Interesting, he’s thought about this before.

“Come on, Myungjae. It’s just me. There’s no need to feel shy.” You shimmy your shoulders a little, drawing his attention to where your boobs are sitting braless in your shirt, and they jiggle the tiniest amount. It’s not a shallow movement–Jaehyun’s easy to rile up, and you can tell he’s already tenting in his shorts. If he’s aroused, he’ll be much more comfortable talking about this, you hope.

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“Okay, what’s this called, again?” You ask just to be sure, getting comfortable laying near Jaehyun’s chest. You two decided to do this in the bedroom, where Jaehyun might be most comfortable, since this is new territory. He’s slumped against the pillows and headboard, looking down at you with a look of uncertainty and a bead of sweat already forming on his temple. 

“Endurance training.” He says shakily, voice trembling around the words. “I’m gonna do something similar to edging myself, and hopefully with time, I’ll be able to last longer– or maybe I’ll have better stamina, or something.” His uncertainty makes you a bit nervous. It’s not like you two haven’t explored edging before, but you typically do it to each other, not watch one another do it to themselves. 

“And you’re positive you wanna do this?” You cup his cheeks, forcing him to maintain eye contact with you. He hesitates for a second, then there's a sense of determination in his eyes. They’re dark and determined when they meet your own. 

“I want to do this.” He says resolutely, nodding his head as much as he can in your grip. You release his face to let him get comfortable, and he has you set a five minute timer on your phone. Your job is fairly simple–tell him to stop when five minutes are up until (hopefully) he’s done it for twenty minutes. 

“Okay, but why can’t I do it for you?” You ask, trying to push away the urge to pout. You love feeling him tremble under your own hands, watching him fall apart from your touch.

“It’s better if I do it myself today. I t-think I might nut immediately if you touch me.” You’re a little disappointed, but you’re also intrigued about watching him touch himself, and this is important to him, so you want to be supportive. Besides, he didn’t say you can’t spur him on.

Jaehyun shimmies his shorts off and throws them somewhere on the floor, and you’re immediately distracted by the sight of his dick. It’s so cute and plump, and you stave off the need to put your mouth on it. You exchange “readies,” and Jaehyun wraps a hand around his member. You watch as he jerks at the feeling. He takes a deep breath, and when he nods, you start the timer. 

He’s just building up a steady rhythm when the timer reads 10 seconds, after successfully overcoming his shyness and giving into the pleasure when he sees that you’re not judging him.

And boy, are you not judging him. 

Looking at Jaehyun from across a crowded room is usually enough to get you hot at your core, but this need was something new entirely. You watch the way his head mushrooms on upward strokes, and almost feel dizzy at the sight of him running his thumb across the tip expertly. Of course Jaehyun knows how to work his own body, but damn. It’s so effortless you almost feel like you're interrupting. 

He doesn’t notice the way you rub your thighs together to keep the feeling of insanity at bay. He’s too lost in his own pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as he spreads his precum down his penis, and you might actually be drooling.

He’s shaking like a leaf by the time ten minutes pass, huffing a frustrated breath and laying his head back against the pillows. He moans softly when you place a quick kiss on his neck. 

“What’s the matter, Hyunie?” You say with a mischievous smile. He’s taking a small break from touching himself, so you rub little circles into his hip bones.

“God, I–” He stops to swallow, mouth dry from gasping and moaning. “Dunno how m-much longer I c-can do this.”

“But you’re halfway there, baby boy. You can do it.” You encourage, running a hand through his ruffled hair. He doesn’t share that belief, it’s obvious in his eyes, but he wraps his hand around his member again. 

“There you go.” You commend. He doesn’t say anything about you touching him, so you keep doing it, bringing a hand up to lightly squeeze his pec. “Is this okay?” 

He nods a little, whimpers a little in what you assume is permission, because he whines petulantly when you pull your hand away. 

After a few minutes, he’s breathing hard, and bucking his hips to meet his hand halfway. The timer reads 1 minute and 03 seconds left.

“Fuck, I-I can–, can’t-” He babbles incoherently, thighs shaking where they lift in the air and fall back on the mattress rhythmically. He throws his head back again, neck on full display for you to make use of. You take the bait, latching onto his skin and sucking red, angry marks into it. You pull away to read the timer again, 21 seconds left. When you suck another mark into his neck, Jaehyun gasps out.

“Y/N, Y/N, please, -m s’close– ah-h–” While you’re admiring his fucked-out state, your phone beeps next to you. You turn it off and look back at Jaehyun. You’re surprised to see that he’s already looking at you, eyes big and glossy as he humps his hand. 

“Time’s up, Jae.” You say. He whines.

“Jaehyun, stop.” He makes a little sound that you’re not sure what to call, something high-pitched and desperate as his hips stutter.

“Hyunie, do I have permission to touch you?” He nods quickly, desperately, likely under the impression that you’re gonna help him cum. The distressed whine he lets out when you pull his hand away from his cock is visceral, like he doesn’t have control over making it. 

He gasps from air greedily as he teeters from the edge. One of his hands clenches the duvet underneath him, and the other clasps your thigh instead, grip unforgiving. You’re so turned on you don’t even notice the pain, occupied by taking in his flushed face and messy hair. You connect your lips with his in what was meant to be a quick kiss, but he deepens it, the hand on the comforter coming to cup your cheek instead.

“Almost lost yourself for a second there, huh?” You tease after pulling away, whispering in the small space between you guys’ parted lips.

“Thi s-is s-so hard.” He mumbles, words trailing off into a whine, sloppy and slurring together. 

“But it’s been fifteen minutes, sweetheart. Just five more and you can cum.” 

Jaehyun squeezes his eyes shut in displeasure as he comprehends your words, and part of you wants to give in and let him have it. You know how badly he wants to succeed, and he’s already worked so hard. This was his idea, anyway.

But the other, seemingly sadistic part of you wants to watch as he pushes himself to agonizing pleasure. Desperate Jaehyun is one of your favorite sights–the way cute little tears roll down his cheeks and his body basically vibrates with a need only you can fulfill. It’s beautiful, to say the least, and the power goes straight to your cunt, getting you all hot and needy yourself. You clench around nothing at the mere thought of it, so you press “Start” on the timer again and help wrap Jaehyun’s hand back around his dick.

For a minute, Jaehyun doesn’t say anything. His eyes roll back at the stimulation, and he fucks up into his hand dumbly. Then, you lick a fat stripe up his nipple. 

"S-shit, fuck, n-needa cum- hahh, please, it hurts-" He whines in your hold, unoccupied hand trembling where it’s still laying on your thigh.

"Aw, don't you wanna last, sweet thing? You’re so close." 

"I-I- hn- don't w-wanna d-do this anym-more.” He stutters out, struggling to string the sentence together through the fog in his head and the pleasure coursing through his lower body. You halt the stimulation on his nipple at his words.

"What's your color, Hyunie?"

"G-green, green, fuck, I just wanna cum." He says immediately, tears building up in his lash line and finally rolling down his cheeks. His hand wavers, then picks up speed again. 

You pretend to contemplate while trailing a finger along his shaft and pulling away when he chases the feeling. "You want me to give you permission? Tell you to reach that overwhelming pleasure, make a mess all over yourself?" 

Jaehyun nods, of course, but you’re not even sure he’s comprehending what you’re saying right now. His eyes are almost fully black with the way they’re dilated, and you’d be worried if you hadn’t just confirmed his color.

"But I don't think you deserve it, sweetheart.” You lie. Of course he deserves it, but he’s so fun to play with. “It hasn't even been twenty minutes and you're already falling apart. Maybe I should get a ring for your little cock, watch as you desperately work yourself through dry orgasms." His hips stutter at your degrading words, hand aggressive as it strokes his poor, throbbing dick. The need to have it in your cunt has never been as strong as it is now.

"N-noplea- f-fuck, I’ms'rry-" 

Over Jaehyun's slurred babbles, you almost don’t hear the timer go off. At the realization that it's been twenty minutes, you smile proudly and turn the alarm off. 

You shh Jaehyun's whimpers and hiccups and bite another mark on his pec. You replace his hand with yours and thumb at his tip, then watch as he falls apart for you.

"Hng- gonna cum- cumming, pleas-"

"You're so good, Hyunie. You did it. Cum for me." Jaehyun looks at you almost in disbelief before his head falls back against the pillows and he's cumming so hard some of it lands on your shirt.

"You did it, Myungjae. Did such a good job for me." You congratulate again while peppering kisses on his face.

"Did it." He mumbles breathlessly with a lopsided smile and droopy eyes.

"Mhm, you deserve a reward, don't you think?"

"Uh-h." He mutters, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looks so tired, but you’ve been with him long enough to know he could give you two more orgasms at least. You lift up to straddle his legs and rub up and down his thighs gently. 

"I don't mind your sensitivity, Hyunie. Can I show you why?" He nods silently again, eyes glossy and dazed. He’s breathing harshly through his nose, but looks like he’s in overall good shape, so you take his dick in your hand again and begin slowly pumping it.

"U-unh- too m-much-" He whimpers out, brows furrowed in euphoric torture. His hips twitch like he doesn't know if he should buck into the feeling or pull away from it. Despite his moans in protest, he’s already filling up in your hand, ready to be played with again.

"See how you're already hard again, Jae? All for me?" His mouth hangs open, but no words come out. Instead, he grunts loudly when your pace increases. 

"I just wanna make you feel good." You squeeze his member lightly then tease at the slit. His head falls back again, and his back arches slightly, but he's still staring at you, eyes full of wonder and hanging onto every word you say.

"It doesn't matter if you cum quickly, ‘cause you can just do it again for me, isn't that right?" You twist your wrist just right, and he's shuddering through another orgasm, a pained, high-pitched whine coming from the back of his throat.

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"T-thank you." he mutters, eyes struggling to stay open, boneless on top of the mattress. His words are still dragging, but they’re much more comprehensible. "-m sorry for making a big deal out of this. It all seems so silly now."

"If it matters to you, it matters to me, sweetheart." You reply, rubbing knots out of his shoulder from where you’re still straddling his legs. You’re still unbearably horny, and you’re pretty sure you’ve soaked through your underwear and your shorts by now.

"Still..." He trails off, eyes following you as you stand up from the bed and strip off your clothing. You see the way he gulps, the way his eyes helplessly flit between your boobs and your cunt, but you don’t say anything–you figure he’s had enough teasing for one day.

You straddle him again with a mischievous smile on your face.

"Let me ride you and I'll let you off the hook?"

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note : i'm actually kind of in love w this story and maybe it’s because i pulled an allnighter to write it and my brain cells aren’t all the way here, if you read this and something doesn’t make sense PLEASE tell me 😭 guys do nawt have me out here looking like a fool </3 i tried to make it different from the taesan one, it was supposed to be a drabble but please don’t ask me how it became literally 3k i DO NOT KNOW….that sleep deprivation boost ig, lastly, i tried to research if there were any discernible differences between edging and endurance training but i couldn’t find anything super helpful so im so sorry if this isn’t a good representation of endurance training </33 berry just a blogger tryin their best

special thanks to @zynz0 and this fic which made me literally insane. while writing this, i couldn't find the phrase for what jaehyun is (maybe) doing here other than self-edging, but that post helped me a lot!!!

You groaned for what felt like the millionth time, shutting your laptop closed, leaning back, and letting your head plop on the pillow behind you. Sungho lets out an annoyed scoff, nudging your knee once again to pay attention.

“Seriously Sungho,” You whine out, kicking his knee with your foot. “Can’t we just take a break? My brain is fried. I can't even comprehend what you’re saying!”

“We’ve only been studying for thirty minutes.” Sungho deadpans, pulling you up by your arm. “How to do expect

To pass Bio if you can’t even look at the book for ten minutes and your computer for twenty.”

You look at him with a blank expression, his eyes quivering behind his round frames at the stare.

He finally lets out a laugh and softly shoves your shoulder, “If this is your way of distracting me it’s not working.”

You let out a loud groan, slightly pouting as you open back up your computer pressing on the space bar to wake it up. You wait a couple of seconds, tapping against it when it doesn’t. Then you press the power button, holding it for a few seconds before letting it go. You grow frustrated with the blank screen, your face turning into a scowl as you tap on the bar multiple times. The noise annoys Sungho, rolling his eyes and glancing over to see your face upset and your fingers tapping.

“Are you serious right now?”

“W-What?” You sputter out, in disbelief that he’s blaming this on you. “How is it my fault it won’t turn on?”

“Maybe if you charged it last night like I reminded you? Over text. The text you saw!” He scolds tapping his pencil on his book impatiently.

“Whatever,” You mumble, looking around the room for your bag only to see it near his door, across the room. “Do you have a charger? My bag’s too far.”

He scoffs loudly, now it’s his turn to look at you in disbelief, “You have to be joking… it’s in the last drawer.” He motions to the small bedside drawer he has.

You lean over his bed, peeking over the edge and pulling the drawer open slightly, shoving your hand in to feel for a cord. You grumble to yourself at the large amount of cords you feel, opting to pull it open all the way to pull out the one you need.

What you expected to see was a pile of cords, yes. What you didn’t expect to see was a pocket pussy hidden in the back.

“Damn Sungho!” You look back at him with a large smile, wiggling your eyebrows teasingly. “Didn’t know you were a freak!”

He looks up at you confused, finger coming up to push the frames that were threatening to fall off of his nose. You turn back to the item, grabbing it from the base and taking it out to show you.

“Pocket pussy huh?” You tease sitting back up with it still in your hand, you look at the opening seeing specks of dried cum still on it.

His eyes widen and his face turns red, he frantically shakes his head ‘no’, before he lunges over to snatch it out of your hand while you’re looking at it. He shoves in under the blue knitted sweater he had on, his face redder than before spreading the pink color to his neck and under the sweater.

“It’s not what it looks like!” He says quickly watching as you lean back on your elbows. “I swear it’s not what it looks like!”

“What? Used?” You laugh, raising an eyebrow at him. “Looks pretty busted to me! Must be an avid user huh?”

He trips over his words, speaking so quickly that you can’t even understand what he’s saying while you watch as his eyes water slightly. Though you’re not sure if he does either.

You let out a loud laugh, sitting up again and smacking his knee, “Sungho I’m joking! I don’t care what you do with your fake pussy.”

He goes quiet as you laugh, eyes still watering and threatening to spill tears as he looks at you with a pout, “Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think, tapping a finger on your chin as you lean closer to him. You cause panic in him with the way you’re taking too long to agree. “I won’t!”

He sighs in relief, closing his eyes, “Thank you so much ohmygod thank y-“

“IF!” You interrupt, forcing his eyes to widen again and snapping his head towards you. “If we take a break.”

“We can take as many breaks as you want just please don’t-“

“And show me how you use it.”

His mouth falls open, a confused sound falling out as he watches you shut the books and laptops before gathering them, and placing them on the bedside drawers out of the way.

“Oh come on, Yeppi!” You take his hand in yours, pulling him towards his pillow. He feels tingles running down his spine at the nickname you called him, a nickname that became commonly used in your friend group because of Jaehyun. “We have a deal, right? I won’t tell anyone and you show me? You won’t even notice I’m there!”

You snapped him out of his thoughts when you lay on your side, one arm resting on your hip while your other props your head up. His eyes rake over your body, as much as he doesn’t want to admit, you were so damn attractive in his eyes. A girl he’d always thought of at night was suddenly asking him to show her how he uses a sex toy.

God he could already feel his blood rushing south.

“Promise?” He whispers, sticking out his pinky towards you.

You wrap your pinky around his tightly, eyes lightening up before saying, “I swear on everything, my Yeppi.”

It’s silent between you two as he gulps, letting out a sigh before crawling over to where you were. The toy was still under his shirt as he allowed his back to plop against the mattress, head hitting the pillow before gulping again.

He can feel your eager eyes on him as you wait for him to make a move, not wanting to pressure him. He glances towards your direction making eye contact with you as you let out a giggle.

“You won’t judge right?” He asks softly, tilting his head to the side with a pout.

You feel your heart pounding in your chest, unable to handle how cute he looks despite the situation you put him in. Not realizing your mouth blurted out all of those words until now. His head was turning to the side to look directly at you, his soft pink bottom lip jutting out, and his eyes glossy and sparkling. His hair messily sprawled out around his head, yet he looked so perfect. The soft blue sweater against his pale skin made him look heavenly with everything else. The round frames are still resting on his nose but going slightly crooked from the pressure on one side.

“Y/n?” You're pulled out of your admiration for him with his whisper.

You nod, “I won’t judge you Sungie.”

He smiles softly before giving you a soft nod, a small gasp falling from his lips as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. It’s a normal occurrence that happens between you and everyone in the friend group, all feeling comfortable enough to give hugs and kisses on the cheeks or foreheads. But yet he still felt sparks of electricity running through him, it should've been expected, but it still made his body jolt.

He nods again, turning his head away to look down at his pants, seeing an obvious tent that you don’t dare to comment on but he knows you saw with the small laugh you let out.

His shaky hands pull the toy out from underneath his knitted sweater and place it next to him. Pulling up the sweater softly to expose just his stomach before they go down to undo the button on his jeans. He unzips his pants, pushing them down all the way and kicking them off to the side of the bed. Sungho lets out a small sigh at the relief of some pressure. He takes note of how his hard-on is even more obvious but doesn’t want to acknowledge how he’s harder than usual, veins pulsing with want.

His eyes flutter shut when he wraps his hand around himself over his briefs, hand softly squeezing himself as he gives himself a few pumps before digging his palm against his tip.

A small whine comes out from him but he quickly shuts up and mutters, “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, make all the noises you want Sungie, be as loud as you want.”

He nods his head, “U-usually I’m still getting myself hard b-but you know…” He clears his throat. “After this I u-uh, take it out.”

He glances over at you in time to see you biting your lip, eager to see him bare. He closes his eyes as he pushes them down, dragging his dick along with them and hissing at the material rubbing against his leaking tip. His eyes are still closed as his cock springs up and lets out a lewd noise when it slaps against his stomach, but despite that, he doesn’t miss the gasp that comes out of you. Sungho pushes them down all the way, muttering something about how he doesn’t like having clothes on when he does it.

Pretty was the one word you could use to describe his dick, long with the perfect amount of girth, a vein running up from the base and ending under his mushroom tip. His shaft is a couple of tones darker than his skin. His tip is a pretty shade of pink, matching his lips while it dribbles precum onto his pale stomach.

His hands go to take off the sweater that’s now sticking to his skin, his eyes flinching open when he feels your hand hold onto his.

“Can I-“ you pause to swallow your spit that’s threatening to drool out. “Can I help you take it off?”

He looks at you in shock. He doesn’t realize how long he is staring until you slowly retract your hand, a soft blush creeping onto your face thinking you went too far.

“No! Please!” He quickly says holding onto your hand, startling you with his sudden outburst. He clears his throat softly, “I-I meant, uh… please. Help me.”

You give him a small smile as you sit up, your hands going to his sides, your hand sneaking under the sweater while the fabric stays put between your thumbs and index fingers. You feel his body shiver, goosebumps leaving behind a trail as you slowly glide your hands up his body and push the fabric along with them. He looks at you with round eyes, staring into your eyes as you slowly run your hands up his body only looking away to help you take it completely off of him.

“You look really good in baby blue.” You whisper tossing the sweater where the rest of his clothes are.

“Thank you.” He mutters shyly before you lay back down on your side.

He looks back down and sees a puddle of precum pooling on his stomach. A blush creeps up his face, embarrassed at the large amount. He’s thankful you don’t comment on it as he brings his hand down, scooping some up and using it as lube. His hand wraps around his length, pumping himself slowly and letting out soft moans. He’s not usually this…wet… he doesn’t know why squelching noises are coming from his hand this early. He doesn’t know why there’s an actual puddle on his stomach. He doesn’t know why his cock is aching so badly to get inside the fake pussy he has, or why the veins on his dick are bulging out and pulsing with need. Usually, he’s not this eager, and you’re the one to blame. The sudden urge to prove he’s good at it takes over his body, to prove he can make a fucking toy feel good and it’s all your fault.

“So pretty,” he hears you whisper, and he can’t help the loud whiny moan he lets out, instantly biting the back of his other hand to shut himself up.

You push his hand away, “Let me hear you.”

Sungho nods softly, obeying instantly and letting his jaw drop as he continues to pump himself. He’s not usually noisy, he can’t help but let out soft moans and whines with you around. His hand speeds up in pace, his breathing gets heavier and his noises get louder. The vein in his hand becomes more prominent as he strokes his dick. His hips lift off of the bed, slightly thrusting up into his hand before they fall back down. He can feel his stomach tighten, getting so close to the edge already with your eyes on him. You can tell he’s close too; his hand getting sloppier with its pumps, his stomach caving in, and his hips stuttering up.

Then suddenly he stops. Sungho’s eyes open, looking at the ceiling with hooded lids as his hand squeezes the base of his member to stop himself from cumming. You can see his eyes water from refusing to give himself a release. You can see the blush rising back to his cheeks, his eyes darting to your face, down your body, then back to his dick that’s begging with each twitch. Suddenly he’s also aware he’s the only one fully naked here.

“Uh, I’m a bit embarrassed.” His voice is raspy as he speaks, moving his face to the other side to hide from you.

“Don’t be Sungho,” You coo, softly grabbing his chin to bring his face back to you. “You look really pretty right now.”

You don’t miss the way his cock visibly twitches at your words, his tip leaking a small beat of precum that follows the trail of his vein. A shy smile grows on his face as he mutters, “Thank you.”

He sits up on his elbows, letting go of his dick that falls against his stomach with a small smack, falling into the drying puddle on his stomach. He brings his hand up to his mouth, letting a wad of spit fall onto his middle and ring finger before bringing it up to the toy. You bite your lip to prevent the small moan that bubbles in your throat as he slowly pushes his fingers into the toy. His fingers go knuckles deep before he pulls them out and smears what’s left on the rubber folds. Your thighs squeeze together subconsciously, feeling a gush of arousal seep out of you, wetting your underwear even more. He lays back down, glancing at your thighs rubbing against each other, as he holds onto his length, guiding the toy down.

He lets out a whine at the feeling of the toy sinking down on him, pushing and pushing until the rubber touches his pubic area. Sungho can’t help but tip his head back, back arching off of the bed ever so slightly as his face scrunches up into what seems like a pained expression. His eyebrows are furrowed together, eyes shut tight as he lets a hiss escape from his gritted teeth. You can’t decide where to look; at his face or where the toy sits on him. His hips rolled into the toy, trying to shove himself deeper inside.

Sungho can’t even be embarrassed now, he could never get over how good the toy felt, always left wondering if the real thing felt better or the same. He hears a small whimper come from you, his hips automatically thrusting up into the toy at the sound. His eyes open immediately after, hooded eyes behind his thin frames looking into yours as he lifts the toy, stopping when it’s halfway off of him before thrusting up into it. Sungho’s mouth falls out as he does so, letting out the most gorgeous moan you’ve ever heard from a man as he stares deep into your eyes. Your eyes dart everywhere on his face, stopping when you spot a strand of hair near his opened mouth. You can’t help but reach over, moving the strand of hair from his face. Your touch makes his eyes flutter shut only to shoot open again, not being able to keep them fully open for long before they droop back down.

It hurts how badly your pussy aches to be touched by him, or worse to be fucked by him. As messily as he’s fucking up into the toy, it makes you wonder if he’s even had real sex. His thrusts are uncoordinated and sloppy, with no rhythm in his hips as he rolls and thrusts up. Disgustingly hot squelching noises coming from it. His hand is pulling the toy up and down, sometimes going too high that his length almost slips out. You notice Sungho’s impatient at times, not being able to wait until he sinks the toy down on himself. instead, he meets the toy either less or more than halfway and sometimes halfway. His actions are desperate, too excited to have the toy suck him in you can’t even tell if it's pleasurable or not with the inconsistency that you can't seem to let go of.

“Yeppi,” You whisper out, eyes focused on where his cock disappears into the pink toy. “Are…”

You gulp at the sound of a whine leaving his mouth, face still turned to you, giving you a view of his expressions.

“Are you a virgin?”

His eyes widen at the question, his hips stuttering at the question and he lets out a confused moan. His cheeks are already pink from the heat and horniess, but they turn a brighter shade of pink because of embarrassment.

“Is it- hah- t-that obvious?” He whimpers out, looking at you with a pout before they part again to let out a groan.

You nod your head, biting your lip to hold back your smile, “You’re kinda sloppy.”

His hips thrust up flush against the toy, a whine coming out of his mouth again getting turned on even more as you speak despite the topic being about him being a virgin.

“Do you… want me to help you, Sung?” you ask, placing your hand on his chest, slowly trailing down until it reaches his stomach, your nail grazing his skin and drawing shapes on it.

He nods quickly, hips falling back onto the sheets. Your hand goes further down, passing the puddle on the dip of his stomach and reaching up for the base of the toy where’s he holding, all while looking into his eyes. He’s impatient again, thrusting up into the toy when you begin to pull it off.

“Sungho,” You say, a warning tone in your voice before you watch his hips fall again.

Your eyes flicker back down, pulling it off slowly until only

His tip was in before sliding it back down drawing a moan out from him.

“Kiss me.” He whimpers out quickly. “Please.”

You don’t have to be told twice. you bend down over him placing your lips on his pink plump ones, his moving desperately against yours as if he’s been craving you. The hand that’s not wet goes into your hair, tangling his fingers in them as he presses you deeper into him. You’re not sure if he’s done anything with a girl or if he is just too gone; the pace he has for kissing is as sloppy as his masturbating.

“Gosh Singho,” you breathe out. Pulling away from the kiss to speak, ignoring how wet you feel yourself getting solely from the far string of saliva connecting you both. “You’d never be able to make a girl cum if you fuck like this.”

“Y-yes I can!” He complains between whines.

“Too sloppy,” you whisper, pressing a kiss against his jaw. “Uncoordinated. Yeppi would be the only one cumming that night.”

He whines out in protest, shutting up when you let out a small chuckle against his skin, teeth digging into his jawbone before you crash your lips on his. He’s sloppy again, his mouth opening wide as if he was trying to eat yours, his tongue peeking out to lick all of you. Your lips, your teeth, the inside of your cheeks, and your tongue as you pump the toy up and down him.

His moans are louder now that you took over. They’re whinier and broken up as he kisses you. You pull away looking down at him and seeing a fat string of saliva connecting you both again, breaking when he bites his lip to quiet his moans. His mouth and chin are covered in spit and you can only imagine you’re in the same boat. His glasses have gone crooked now and they’re slightly foggy, prints of your face are on the lens before they disappear with each rough breath he takes. Sungho reaches up for more, shoving his whole tongue into your mouth as he sits up on his elbows to be able to meet you. You can feel his hips twitching up into the toy, this time a little more coordinated as he's finally able to get a pattern down now that you’re controlling the toy. The drool is leaking out onto his chest, a trail going down his chin then dripping straight down. Your lips wrap around his tongue, sucking on it as he lets out a groan that vibrates your whole body. His body is weak now, and suddenly he’s falling back down onto the pillow.

His other hand darts to your thigh, gripping it tightly as his chest heaves up and down, “Fuckkk- ah- i‘m gonna-“

Sungho doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before his hips thrust up to meet the toy halfway, falling open into a silent moan as his fingers grope your jean-clad thigh. He’s cumming into the toy, harder than he has on his own. His cock pulses with each spurt of cum that escapes him. His thoughts go wild as you coo at him, instead, he’s imagining he’s cumming inside of you as you praise him.

His hips fall back down onto the bed as he pants. Your hand makes the toy give him a few more pumps before you pull it off, watching as he cum begins to seep out of it.

“So messy Yeppi,” You tease, watching as the cum drops onto his skin. “You wouldn’t leave a girl just like this, would you? You’d make her clean herself, wouldn’t you?”

His head is spinning at your words, shaking his head as he looks at you with wide eyes again, still coming down from his orgasm.

“No, right?” You hum at him bringing the toy closer to his mouth. “Then you should clean it up right?”

He looks at the entrance of the rubber toy and then back at you, your eyebrows raising in expectation as he slowly sticks his tongue out before he pulls it back in.

“I’ve never…” His words trail off as tries his best to see you through the slight fog of his glasses. “Eaten… it.”

“The toy?” You question, laughing when he nods. “Why don’t you try it out first, hm? Then I’ll help you.”

He nods, sticking his tongue out, licking the dripping cum coming from it. The sight is so lewd; your best friend eating his cum and eating out a toy for the first time in front of you with hooded eyes staring directly at you for reassurance. You can’t stop the moan that falls from your mouth as he wiggles his tongue inside. The sound alone is enough to make him hard again, his dick immediately growing again despite just cumming. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion, not knowing what to do as he licks inside the walls of the toys.

“H-how about…” You start, pulling the toy off of his tongue and placing it on the side. “You try with the real thing?”

His eyes are blown out as he sees you reach for the button on your jeans, popping it open before unzipping your pants.

“Please.” He whispers, nodding rapidly as he sees you wiggle off your jeans.

You toss them onto the floor, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. Revealing your matching set of plain black to him, but despite it being simple it was his turn to not be able to hold back the choked moan escaping his mouth at the sight of your body half naked in front of him.

He sees you about to lie down, his hand reaching for your waist to stop you, asking shyly, “Can you sit? On my face?”

Your eyes widen at his question, body freezing as you feel your cunt clench around nothing. You can see him getting nervous, snapping out of it you nod your head.

You crawl towards his head, swinging on legs around his body before scooting up until you're hovering over his mouth.

“Are you-“ You're cut off by Sungho shoving his face forward into your mound, inhaling deeply, and letting out a deep groan while your hand immediately goes to grip his hair. His glasses go crooked as he presses his nose against your clit, your body jolting as he slowly rubs it up and down.

“Sungho-“ You gasp, feeling his hands come to grip your ass tightly, pulling you further down onto his face. You can feel the cotton material of your underwear dampen, unsure if it was because of you or Sungho pressing his tongue against it. “Let me move them first.”

He allows you to pull up from his face, watching intensely as your hand comes down to move your underwear to the side. Sungho can’t stop the moan coming from his throat as you expose your soaking cunt to him, your folds are glossy in the light from how wet you were.

“Do you want to try it on your own first?” You ask, looking down at him as you run your fingers through his hair, stopping to fix his glasses as he nods rapidly.

He rushes to pull you down, hands gripping your hips as he sticks his tongue out, flattening it out against you as he licks a long stripe up. He looks up at you through his lenses, watching as your eyes flutter shut as he begins to repeat the action.

“T-try, ngh, focusing here.” You tell him as you reach down to tap your clit.

Sungho immediately listens, his tongue poking your numb before wrapping his lips around it. Pride swells in his chest at the loud moan you let out once he begins to suck on it, his tongue flicking it quickly as your hand grips his hair tightly.

“Sungho- hah- shit just like that.” You praise as you grind down on his face, hips twitching as you do so. “Fuck so good Yeppi.”

The vibrations from his moan shoot up your body, and moans fall out of your mouth as you grind down against his mouth. Sungho pulls away from your clit, and flattens his tongue against you again to lick everything up. His mouth opens, his lips pressing against all of you as he begins to slurp your juices dripping out onto his face. His glasses are completely foggy by now, the lenses covered with thick fog ruining his ability to see you, but he doesn’t want to stop touching you. His hands are running up and down your body blindly; moving down to your ass to squeeze it before running up to squeeze at your tits and coming back down to your waist.

“Can I stick-“ He cuts his mumbling off by slurping up your juices again. “My tongue inside?”

You nod your head rapidly, unable to speak as he continues to flick his tongue over your clit, “Y-yes fuck please.”

Sungho immediately listens, prodding his tongue inside of your hole, his tongue wiggling its way in like he did with the toy. He moans, his tongue surrounded by your tight warm walls, the taste of you coating everything single bud on his tongue before dripping down to the back of his throat.

“Oh, my g-god Sungho!” You whimper out, his tongue darting in and out of you rapidly as your hand tightens in his hair, drawing a pained moan from him. Your hips grind down to meet his thrusts, desperately trying to shove it further inside of you as he forces your hips onto his face.

Sungho is so desperate for the taste of you, moaning and whining against your cunt each time you grind on his face. He can’t help but shove his face further into you while forcing you further onto him, trying to reach deep inside of you only to be restricted by the length of his tongue. He was practically suffocating himself into you, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. Instead, he let out big huffs of air against you before inhaling all the air he could between you guys, not daring to pull away despite the lack of air burning his lungs. You couldn’t seem to notice either; and if you did, you simply didn’t care with the way you could only grind further into him and bring him closer to you. His nose is bumping against your clit with every movement of your hips, making you cry out each time it does.

Your other hand desperately reaches for his hand, helping him bring his thumb to your clit as you show him how to rub the way you want it. You let go when he gets the hang of it, your eyes rolling back and noises getting louder.

“Ah- ah, Sungho fuck you’re doing s-so good!” You practically shout, tears prickling in the corner of your shut eyes as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. “Don’t stop- please- don’t stop.”

Sungho wished that his glasses would somehow clear up so he could see how godly you looked on top of him right now. You on the other hand were grateful for it, thanking the universe for not letting him see how pathetic you looked right now. A small part of you was embarrassed; embarrassed how nothing but squelching could be heard coming from your wet pussy, slurping coming from Sungho, annoyingly loud moans and whines from you, pathetic hips grinding into his face and your pathetic hands only forcing his face further up into you. The scene must look disgusting from another person's view, it sounded disgusting, but it felt so good you wished you could see it from another view.

“Oh my god- Sungho oh fuck- I’m close!” You cry out, mouth dropping open as you throw your head back. “Don't stop oh god- please.”

Sungho can feel his stomach tighten, your pleas going directly to his cock as it leaks all over his stomach again. His heart is swelling from hearing you becoming such a mess all because of him. Sungho doesn’t stop though, he continues eagerly wanting you to come undone on his tongue. Wanting the taste of you to fill his mouth and silently begs it’s be the only thing he tastes for the next few days. He notices the stutter in your hips, twitching each time you bounce on his face as if it was a cock; and all he can do is hope you do that on his next.

“Cumming- shit- ‘m cumming!” You warn, your body shaking violently seconds after as you release all over his tongue.

Your moan drops open as a squeak leaves your mouth, followed by a loud cry. Sungho drinks you all up as you release, jaws unhinging wide open to make sure he catches every drop of you while your thighs squeeze around his head. His tongue continued thrusting into you, moaning as you tightened around the muscle. Your walls spasm around him as you cum, his thumb still rubbing circles on your clit as you come down from your high. Harsh gasps come from you, your chest heaving up and down as you try to come down from your release, hips messily rutting into his face.

A tug on his hand pulls his fingers away from your clit, your hands releasing their grip on his hair as you slide your body away from his face wetting his body in the process but he couldn’t seem to care. You push his glasses up to his head as you pant for air, resting on his abs as you watch him blink to adjust to the light.

Your eyes shut for a couple of seconds at the sight of him; hair sticking in every direction, eyes hooded and filled with lust and want, his mouth and chin completely soaked in your arousal as his tongue darts out to lick what we can.

“You did-“ You gulp, mouth dry as ever. “Really good.”

A grin breaks out on his face, pride evident on his face from your praise. But he still can’t ignore the throbbing feeling coming from his cock again, desperate for a release — throbbing harder now that he got a taste of you(something he’s always dreamed of).

As if you could read his mind, you get off of his abs, and he can’t help but fixate on the wet spot your pussy leaves on his skin. You wrap your hand around him, sharp gasps coming from him at the feeling of your soft palm around him.

“Please-“ He begs, hips softly thrusting up into your hand as you softly pump him. “Please- let me be inside you.”

You nod your head quickly, pulling your hand away as you move to slide off your panties, tossing them somewhere in the room before doing the same with your bra. Sungho practically comes on the spot as he watches the way your tits bounce out of the bra, staring intensely as your nipples begin to stiffen in the cold air.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask him. “It’s fine if you don’t, I’m clean. And I’m assuming you are too.”

“I don’t,” he confirms with a soft pout. “Please, let me be inside you.”

You coo at him, bending down to kiss him as you climb onto his lap, pressing his cock against your pussy and his stomach. He lets out a loud moan against your lips, the feeling of your tits pressing against him and the feeling of your bare pussy touching his makes his cock jump against you. He watches as you pull away, your figure becoming blurry as he quickly rushes to clean his glasses on his pillowcase before shoving them into his face. You still have him sandwiched between you two, grinding on his member to get him nice and slippery. The sight alone could’ve made him cum. He watches as you hover, gripping the base of his cock with one hand while the other plants itself onto his chest. You both look as you begin to sink on him, moans coming from the both of you as you do.

A gasp comes from Sungho when you bottom out, a noise similar to someone getting punched in the stomach, as his hands fly to painfully grip your waist. Your other hand comes to his chest, balancing yourself on him as you whine. Sungho feels like he’s in heaven, eyes rolling back as he sees white at the feeling of your tight pussy stretching around him. Your wet, warm, spongy walls flutter around him and clench as they adjust to his size.

God, he thinks he might cum. He can feel it brewing in his stomach. All he can think to himself is, ‘God please let him last a little longer.’

“Y-you can,” Sungho gulps, letting out a shaky breath as he opens his eyes, lifting his head to look at you. Regretting it immediately as he gets a look at your fucked out face, tits pressed against each other tightly in between your arms, and the sight of your cunt stretched around him was enough. He shuts his eyes immediately, letting it drop back into the pillow as he tries his best to focus on something else. “Please move.”

You listen to him, your shaking thighs helping you move up until his mushroom tip is about to pop out, before slowly sinking back down. A deep groan comes from him, as if he is in pain as you repeat the action, this time slamming down onto him. You let out your noises, whines fall from you as you feel his fingers digging into your skin.

“Fuck Sungho,” You gasps out hips bouncing onto his. “A-are you okay?”

He nods quickly, “So good. So good. Feel so good.” He blabbers out as his face scrunches up.

His senses betray him, making it harder to hold back the never-ending feeling to fill you up. His hearing solely focuses on the even louder squelching noises coming from your cunt, the sound of your ass bouncing against his thighs, and the cries of pleasure coming from you. His touch focuses on the feeling of your soft skin underneath his fingers, wanting to dig them impossibly deep into you. The feeling of your wetness drenching his balls completely, adding even more wet sounds each time you bounced down. His smell still focuses on the smell of your cunt from when you were desperately grinding on his face for a release, never wanting to get rid of the scent of your pussy. His taste was the worst, each time he swallowed he felt as if he was swallowing your release all over again.

But he knows if he opens his eyes he’d be screwed for life. He’d know it’s100x worse at the sight of your even more fucked out face, mouth open wide as you whine and moan, eyes either hooded or shut tightly in pleasure, the sight of your pussy gliding up and down his length, tits bouncing with each movement, the faces you might be making.

Fuck, he wants to see it so badly.

“Sungho,” you whine loudly, nails softly scratching his chest to get his attention. “Look at me. P-please.”

He’s fucked. So badly. But can’t help but listen as you plea for him. He regrets it so badly though.

His eyes fluttered open and hung low as he looked at you, and he was right. Your eyes were hooded as your face scrunched in pleasure. mouth hanging open while drool threatens to drip out. tits bouncing at the same pace you’ve set, slowing down when you slow your bounces to grind on him roughly. God, he’s screwed.

You felt the same, not being able to handle how he looked. Your pussy clenched around him as he opens his eyes, hooded with lust immediately. His plump lips are swollen from kissing and hanging open as he lets out the most beautiful noises. His chest rapidly rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath in between moans. Face, neck, and chest pink from heat. Hair wild, and the same round frames adoring his face, going crooked but not enough to need fixing.

Your cut out of your thoughts with his words, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

He all but shouts, face scrunching up, “Gonna cum ‘m gonna cum oh god-“

“Sungie- ah-,” You whine loudly, eyes growing wide in disappointment. “Already?”

He nods rapidly, planting his feet onto the bed. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he watched enough porn to know this was one of the best ways to fuck into something.

“Y/n ‘m so sorry,” He quickly whimpers, leaving you confused.

You're about to question him, but the air gets knocked out of you when he grips your hips impossibly tight before he fucks up into you. Hips desperately thrust up as he chases his release. It's so close — he can taste it on the tip of his tongue, or maybe it was still you. Regardless he feels it all over his body, tingling every inch of him, something like he’s never felt before.

“Holy fuck- ah- hah- Sungho,” You cry out, nails digging into his chest as you balance yourself. “s-slow down!”

“Can’t!” He practically sobs. “Can’t! ‘M sorry I can’t!”

Sunghos hips move at an insane speed, nothing you’ve ever felt before. He’s so close, he can feel his balls tighten as they slap against your ass with every thrust.

“Fuck! G-gonna cum!” He warns his hips stuttering as he continues his pace.

“Inside!” You gasp out, eyes rolling back. “Please- inside please Sung!”

“So good! Fuck, yes! So warm, so tight, so good!”

Sungho delivers one more harsh thrust into you, practically lurching your body forward, almost falling if it wasn’t for him forcing your body onto him. He cums with a loud moan of your name, his whole body shaking as he spurts loads of his cum into you. Orgasm so intense, that he loses his hearing, ringing being the only thing he could hear as his eyes roll back. Revealing nothing but whites to you as he throws his head back, mouth wide open releasing silent squeaky moans, before returning to loud shout-like groans as he comes back to his senses. His body is still shaking when he lets his hips fall back down onto the mattress, pressing your hips flush against his while doing so.

His fingers quickly come to rub your clit as he continues spurting cum inside of you, more than he’s ever released before. His eyes water, pain shooting through his whole body as you begin to slowly bounce on top of him while his thumb continues rubbing circles. Sungho doesn’t mind, instead loving how you continue to use him despite milking him for all that he’s worth.

He continues shooting small amounts, body jolting up into each of your bounces. A small sob wreaking through his body.

“Sungho,” You whimper out, reaching for the nape of his hair to pull him up.

He quickly sits up, adjusting to rest against the headboard. Fingers still rubbing circles against your twitching clit, as you begin to reach your high. His hips still softly thrusting into you with each of your bounces. You pull him in for a kiss, sloppy and uncoordinated, similar to what you told him he was, was now you because of him and he loved it. Your noises are higher in volume, and before you know it, you're cumming around his cock. Pulling away from the kiss as your head falls back, face scrunching in pleasure as your walls clench and twitch around his length. Sungho leans forward, leaving kisses on your neck, softly sucking on the skin here and there and he helps you grind against him throughout your high.

You’re panting as you come down, vision full of fuzzy black dots from the intensity. Sungho’s lips send shivers down your spine, his thumb slowing down before you push it away from you. Instead, he opts for wrapping them around your waist bringing you impossibly closer as your grinds against him come to a complete stop.

You giggle when Sungho softly bites your shoulder, pulling away with a dopey smile. You both can’t stop smiling and letting out soft laughs as you stare into each other's eyes before you pull him in for a kiss. This time, full of passion, love, and unspoken feelings that you both feel. You pull away, resting your forehead against his as he jokingly rubs his scrunched nose against yours.

“I know this might be bad timing,” He whispers against your lips. “But, I really like you.”

You can’t stop the blush from spreading across your face, “I really like you too.”

Sungho breaks into another smile, pressing his lips against yours again, the smile not fading even as you both move your lips against each other. He pulls away this time staring lovingly into your eyes before you break the silence again.

“You look really good in baby blue by the way.” You compliment, nodding your head in the direction of his discarded sweater.

He laughs at the random completely, muttering, “Thank you.”

He looks down to where you both meet and lets out another groan at the sight of his cum leaking out messily of your hole and dirtying your puffy lips along with his skin.

“I seriously think you need to get off, so we can clean you up before I get hard again.” He says, eyes shutting as he looks away.

You let out a loud laugh, pulling off with a loud whine as he helps you move slowly. A loud groan comes from deep within his chest as he sees his cock pop out of you, base covered in a thick white ring of yours and his cum combined. His length is covered in the same substances, while his cum drops out of you and onto the sheets and your thighs.

Fuck. He feels the blood rushing to his cock again. He watches as your eyes fill with horror at the sight of him getting hard again despite basically emptying his balls right now. Before you can say anything you're flipped into your back, head hitting the pillow and body hitting the mattress with a soft ‘oof’.

“One more round wouldn’t hurt, right baby?” Sungho asks with a sweet unconvincing smile on his lips as he rests between your legs. “It may not be amazing — since this is my first time.”

His hand comes down to align his head with your twitching hole like you had done earlier. You let out a shocked whine as he pushes himself halfway in with no warning, babbling for him to go slow and to stop. His glasses sliding down his nose before he grabs them and gently places them into your face to not lose them, giving you a small peck before pulling away.

Taesan trembles in your hold when you suck another hickey into his neck. His nails dig into your thighs and he shudders an exhale.

You know all of his tells–how he squeezes his eyes shut to ground himself, how his fingers twitch when he’s trying so hard not to squirm. He’s not one to ask easily, still struggling to be vulnerable although you two have been dating for a little over a year. You always end up giving in first, asking him to kiss you, touch you, fuck you. Today, you wanna test his patience.

You’re cuddled on the couch with some random cartoon on. He’s situated between your legs with his back pressed against your chest. For the past half-hour, you’ve been touching him lightly, teasingly scratching your nails along his thighs, getting so close to where his dick is straining in his sweatpants, just to move your hand elsewhere. You do the same with his chest, tracing a finger around his areola but never touching his nipples, never giving him that satisfaction.

Whenever he starts tensing up, you halt your actions, bringing your hands to rest on top of his thighs. After a couple of minutes of not touching him, luring him into a sense of false security, you start again, pinching the skin on his thigh, squeezing his pecs while successfully avoiding his cute little pink nubs.

You know you almost have him where you want him when he throws his head back on your shoulder, huffing out a breath that tapers off into a whimper.

He fixes you with his best puppy eyes, white and glossy, and a pout so lethal you almost give in. You get yourself together and look at him with an expression of feigned innocence.

“What’s the matter, baby?” You trail your hand down his chest, over his stomach, and you’re so close to where he wants you. You pull your hand away when his hips jerk up, instead kneading the skin of his thigh.

He doesn’t say anything in response, but grabs your hand and places it over his bulge. His breath stutters at the feeling of you (somewhat) touching him. He bucks into the feeling, slightly grinding his crotch against your limp hand. You giggle at his lack of shame, and let him have his fun for a few seconds before pulling your hand away again.

And he finally lets out a full whine, the noise all breathy and pathetic. You can’t hold back your small smile in triumph, and an idea forms in your head. You already have him desperate, why not see how far you can go with this?

“I’m not going to touch you.” You decide. You lightly scratch your nails up his thighs and watch them stutter. His head falls back on your shoulders.

“Why not?” He fusses quietly. His cheeks are red-hot, and it’s obvious he feels out of his element. “C’mon.” Taesan calls out, weakly trying to convince you otherwise. “You’ve been teasing me all night.”

“Shh.” You quiet him, rubbing his thighs soothingly. “I'm not going to touch you, but you can touch yourself.”

“Right now?” He asks with wide eyes, and you respond with a hum. He hesitates for another second, seemingly in thought as he loosens his grip on your thighs. He looks at you again, and you nod reassuringly.

He looks forward, and his hands move slowly to pull his bottoms down. You bite your lip absentmindedly at the sight of his cock, pink and leaking a little. He’s on the thinner side with a nice length, and you almost want to throw this plan out the window just to feel him inside you quicker.

“Good job.” You say instead. He moves in a slow pace, up and down steadily, and you trail a hand up to his chest. His nipples are hard and pink when you finally touch them, and Taesan’s hips buck into his hand.

“U-uh.” He whimpers quietly as he strokes himself slowly. You watch quietly, taking in the pretty sight of Taesan laying against you, touching himself just for you. After a couple of minutes, his hand speeds up, and he’s letting out short, whiny noises. Eventually, his noises turn into sharp intakes of breath, a sign that he’s close.

“Stop.” You command. Taesan’s hand falters but doesn’t stop, and he questions you a confused little mewl.

“Let go of your cock, Sannie.” You say sternly and tap his wrist. You aren’t gonna make him stop; you want to see if he’ll obey you.

A beat later, he tears his hand away from his dick, breath loud and uneven. A trail of pre-cum drools out of the tip obscenely, and you have to force your eyes away from the sight before you lose your mind.

“Aw, look at you, Taesan. You’re such a good boy.” You say, planting a soft kiss on his cheek as a reward and rubbing his thighs gently.

“Y-you said I could touch myself.” He mutters accusingly after catching his breath. You can’t help but chuckle at his petulance.

“I know, baby. I'm sorry. I just wanna have some fun with you for a little while. Is that okay?” You halt the movements of your hands, not wanting to sway his answer. You’re aware that he’s out of his depth, and at any moment, you could unknowingly push him too far, and you want to avoid making him feel unheard or unsafe at all costs.

“Okay.” He says quietly after a few seconds. Relief washes over you at his answer, glad to know that he’s enjoying this. His body is still tense, so you massage his shoulders gently until he melts back against your chest.

“You can touch yourself.”

His hand is back on his member immediately, stroking at a slow rhythm until his desperation overcomes his shyness. His hips begin lifting off the couch and humping into his hand.

“Mmh- so good…wish y-you would t-t-touch me.” He mumbles around soft whimpers. You’re surprised at the confession. He’s not exactly begging, but to see him work himself into a horny mess, to hear him vocalize how much he wants you without restraints, is all very new to you. It makes you feel hot, and a little desperate yourself.

You watch as the signs return: his thighs shaking, breath quickening, quiet gasps. You wanna wait a couple of seconds longer before telling him to stop, but you don't have to. He pulls away on his own, hips chasing the friction and hand coming to clutch the soft skin on your thigh.

He's such a good boy, stopping without being told. Unfortunately, this won’t work out in his favor. You aren’t upset with him, per se, but you want him to relax and let you be in control.

“Whatcha doing?” You ask after giving him a moment to catch his breath again.

“Was c-close.” He explains, stuttering when you bring a hand up to squeeze his nipple.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“No, but–”

“Then keep going.” You persist. His eyebrows furrow in question, so you lift his hand and wrap it around his member for him. He gasps at the sensation and his hips twitch helplessly as you guide his hand to stroke himself.

“I’ll tell you when to stop, sweetie. Just let me do all the thinking for you.” You play with his nipples again, wetting your fingers and bringing them down to rub on the nubs harshly.

His pitch increases. His head falls back on your shoulder, and he’s so beautiful. You take in his strained neck, furrowed eyebrows and face pink in embarrassment.

You kiss his soft lips gently, but the kiss quickly turns aggressive until he tries to draw back, mouthing something against your lips. You pull away to nibble in his earlobe, letting him speak.

“Close, I'm close- Y/N, can I stop? Please-” His free hand moves from where it’s clutching the couch cushion and grips your thighs. You pause for a second because holy shit, he’s begging you to not cum? You’re stuck on how hot that is, your own core warm and wet at the sight.

Taesan’s still begging quietly, words are slurred and you almost swear he’s drooling. His hips continue rocking into his hand so slowly he might as well not be moving.

“Aw, sweetheart. You can stop.” His hand pulls away from his length and joins the other in latching onto your thighs, and his hips buck into the air for a couple of seconds. You rub his biceps soothingly as he breathes through the denial.

“What's the matter? Doesn't feel good?” You tease, and he shakes his head.

“Too good…I almost came.” He mumbles, voice scratchy and eyelids droopy. You can tell he’s tired by the way he’s slumped in your hold, and you consider having pity on him.

“Don't you wanna cum?” You bring a hand up from his chest to scratch at his scalp. His eyelashes flutter as he melts into the sensation, and his hips move again in small circles against nothing.

“Not without permission, not unless you want me too.” His words are slow and shaky like he's struggling to think them up, and you can't believe how far gone he is so quickly. You smile at his sweetness and pinch his cheek lightly, and ignore the displeased whine he lets out.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

“I c-can’t, I'll cum.” He complains, eyes big and desperate when he looks at you.

“You’ve been so good.” You plant a quick kiss on his lips, fond at how he’s too tired to kiss you back before you’re pulling away. “Don't you think you deserve a treat, baby?” You grab his hand again, mirroring your actions from earlier and helping him build a rhythm. His hips involuntarily buck into the pleasure, mind going blank as he's finally getting release.

“You're such a good boy, trying so hard to obey me.” You circle your finger over the head of his dick in fast, wet motions, and his breath picks up. You feel him gasping where his face is buried in your neck, his hair tickling your skin.

“Please– nngh– so g-good…” He slurs out desperately, hips full on thrusting into your palm and his own hand stroking himself sloppily, and how could you say no to such a sweet boy?

“I've got you, sweetie. You can let go.” You stop the ministrations to thumb at his slit, while your other hand thumbs at his nipple, and he crumbles to pieces in your hand.

“Cumming, cumming, cu-” He babbles as his thighs shake and a steady stream of cum dribbles out of his tip.

You give him a few minutes to get himself together, basking in the fact that he finally let you have control during a sexual encounter.

“That wasn't so bad, was it?”

He was sweet, and caring, cleaned after himself, knew when to keep quiet, and helped you out. Offering to do your laundry with his, to buy you food, to hang out with you; he was great! Neither of you had many friends, and the only friends you guys had were all mutual. Which is how Leehan became your roommate.

You had met him at Jaehyun’s house on a regular Friday night hangout. All of your friends were there; Riwoo, Taesan, Sungho, Jaehyun, and Woonhak. But you spotted a different face. He sat on the solo chair Jaehyun had, a small smile on his face as he talked with the other guys. His long hair tucked behind his ear on both sides with a small strand falling in front of his face. His eyes were round and sparkly, with glasses sitting on the edge of his nose.

Jaehyun immediately got up to hug you, the boy looking with his curious eyes as he watched you greet everyone one by one.

“Hi,” You breathed out, a shy smile on your face as you stuck out your hand. “I’m y/n.”

He returned the smile while gripping your hand into a small handshake, “Kim Donghyun, but you can call me Leehan.”

“Y/n, Leehan was just talking about looking for a roommate. Have you found anyone for a replacement yet?” Riwoo asked, Leehan’s eyes growing wide as he didn’t expect him to spread his business so quickly, especially to someone he didn’t know. “He said he doesn’t mind if he rooms with a girl, and I know you don’t care either since your last roomie was a guy.”

You glance over at Riwoo before looking back at Leehan, “I haven’t. If you’re cool with it we can talk a little more to see if we’d be compatible with living together. I’ll give you my number later on.”

Not only did you gain a new roommate that day, but you also gained a best friend. He was amazing and adorable. Most times catching him staring at his fish tank set up in the living room in a quiet corner. You respected his privacy and he respected yours. That you knew of.

Which led you back to now.

Digging through your drawers, you tried to find a pair of underwear. Once again forgetting to wash as you noticed more and more pairs went missing. Still not getting used to washing more frequently as your supply of panties went down. You groaned in frustration, opting to just put on a pair of shorts with nothing underneath and a cut-neck shirt, the sleeves hanging off of your shoulders, stopping right above your breast. You grab your basket, mentally cursing yourself for not remembering to wash before you get in the shower. Entering the laundry room, you lift the lid to the washer, put your clothes in, and start it.

You set your basket in the corner next to it, turning around to leave before something catches your eye. A piece of fabric stuck out slightly from behind the washer.

“Odd, maybe Leehan dropped something when he was washing,” You thought as you reached over to grab it.

It was a pair of your panties, one that you had recently discovered went missing. A pair you asked Leehan about, only to receive a shrug and an ‘I don’t know’. You found them, but with stains on them that weren't from you. The stains paint them a lighter color in splotches everywhere. Were these… cum stains?! You stand in shock for a couple of seconds, debating whether or not to ask him about it.

You head over to Leehan’s room, knocking softly on it before opening it after a couple of minutes. Only to be greeted with an empty room, mentally face-palming yourself as you remember he had a late class today.

Closing his door, you decided to go back to your own, choosing to dry your hair and wait for him to get home to ask about it.

You’re sitting in the living room watching TV when he gets home, your knees bent in front of you as you use them as an armrest to scroll through your phone. It’s late when he gets home, nearly 10 pm. He walks through the door, his eyes glancing down to the exposed skin of the back of your thighs from the way you're sitting. Your shorts pressed against your cunt, putting you on display due to the lack of underwear. His tongue runs across his bottom lip before your legs quickly come down as his eyes go to your face giving you a soft smile as he takes his shoes off.

He sighs, “Hey.”

“Hi Hannie, you came home later than usual.” Your head tilts to the side as he walks further into the apartment.

“Woonhak needed help with homework,” He smiles, eyes nearly disappearing.

You hum in response, “I fed your fish by the way. I wasn’t sure what time you were coming.”

“Thank you, sorry about that.” He lets out shyly as he walks further into the hall, his door opening and closing soon after.

You go back on your phone, only to jump up from the couch a couple of moments later. You turn off the TV and head into the hall. His door was shut as you passed by walking into your room to grab the pair of stained underwear. It seems a bit weird, showing your roommate a cum-stained pair of your underwear; but it was clear the splotches weren’t yours and he was the last one to do your laundry. But you also haven’t been with any guys lately in that way.

You put them in your pocket, walk across the hall, and stand in front of his doors in a matter of seconds. Your fist comes up, softly knocking on the door with a whisper of his name. You hear a “come in!”, opening the door in time to see Leehan slamming his bedside drawer shut, quickly sitting up against his headboard.

You step into his room, slightly closing the door behind you but leaving a gap; keeping the hallway light out of his face. He looks up at you through his glasses as you step slightly closer, noticing a slight blush on your face. You look around the room for a moment, before your eyes flicker to his pillow. You see the edge of your pink, lace-trimmed underwear poking out. Your eyes quickly go to his face, anyone would think he’s relaxed, but you can see slight panic in his eyes as if he was caught doing something.

“This is gonna sound weird,” you start out sitting on his bed near his thighs. “But um, I found a pair of my underwear behind the washer.”

You reach into the pocket of your shorts before pulling the fabric out, holding it from the sides to put them on display. The stains are still visible even with the little light in his room coming from his lamp.

“I won’t be mad if you tell me the truth,” You whisper. “But they have stains in them, and I thought they might have just been from when I was ovulating but it’s everywhere on them. And I haven’t been with any guys, nor do I even let them do stuff to my underwear.”

Leehan shrugs and runs a hand through his hair, “I don’t know.”

Your eyes narrow at him, “You don’t know? They’re stained with cum.”

He shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders once again. Looking you dead in the eyes as he gulps, “Maybe you just forgot that you let a guy use them.”

His eyes struggle to stay on your face, desperately wanting to burn holes into the piece of fabric. His mouth is already watering at the sight of them and his hands are itching to reach out for them; but worst of all he can feel blood rushing to his cock as you continue to keep them up in the air.

You scoff, “I haven't been with anyone in months,” Your hand comes to rest in your lap. “Besides, I wore these last week, and you did my laundry. ”

“I did your laundry, correct,” Leehan said, subtly bunching up his blanket near his crotch. “Doesn’t mean I did or will do anything to them. I’m not a pervert.”

Your eyebrow raises slightly, “You’re not a pervert?” You laugh slightly in disbelief.

His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced around his room, “No, I haven’t done anything perverted to make you think I’m perverted. Nor have I done anything to your underwear. Quite frankly, it’s insulting for you to think that of me.”

Your eyes narrow at him again. You drop the underwear onto his floor, catching on to how his eyes flicker to them dropping and his hands twitch as if he wanted to reach out for them. You climb onto his bed, your leg swinging over his lap as you stay on all fours. You lean forward, your face dangerously close to his. His eyes flicker down to the smile on your lips then back to your eyes as you reach behind him with one hand, pulling out the pink fabric from behind his pillow.

“Explain this,” You wave the underwear in front of his face, his eyes widening even more than before as you drop them into his lap.

You sit just above his knees, while the other hand grips the blanket covering him and pulls it off; revealing the tent in his boxers, obviously not bothering to put on shorts or sweats.

“And that. Don’t think I didn’t notice you getting hard just from the sight of my underwear Donghyun.”

A small whimper falls from his mouth, thankfully going unnoticed by you as his hands quickly come up to cover himself while his eyes widen at the sight of a recent pair of underwear he decided to snag.

“I-I don’t know how those got there,” He still tries to deny, eyes wide as he turns red. His eyes slightly water, though you're not sure for what.

“You’re seriously gonna try denying it after getting caught? These are still wet, and they reek of cum. And you're practically soaking your underwear right now with that huge patch, it looks like you already came in your pants.”

“I-“ His voice breaks as a tear slips from his eye. “Okay look. I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have but-“

“Show me.” You whisper, cutting him off. Your hand resting on his thigh and softly tugging on the end of his boxers.

His mouth drops open as he looks at you in disbelief, a small laugh falls from his mouth, “What?”

“I said show me,” Your fingers slowly made their way to the waistband of his underwear, your fingers grazing against the skin of his stomach making him flinch. “Obviously, you enjoy using my panties so much, so show me.”

His mouth is still open, his tongue poking out to wet his lips as he softly nods his head. His hands go to pull down his underwear, his hips lifting slightly, pushing them down until they reach mid-thigh. His dick springs up softly hitting his shirt before slightly weighing back down. Leehan immediately goes to cover him as he sees your eyes fixed on his cock.

“Take your shirt off.” You tell him, looking up at his face and meeting eyes with him.

It takes him a couple of seconds to process what you’re saying before he nods again. His hands reach up to take off his glasses to make it easier, his fingers curling around the sides about to take them off before you grab his wrist.

“Leave those on.”

Leehan nods again, letting go and gripping the end of his shirt, pulling it over his head almost knocking his glasses in the process. He puts his shirt next to him on the bed before adjusting his crooked glasses and pushing them up to his face. One of his shaking hands grips the base of his cock with a soft groan softly stroking himself, while the other mindlessly goes to his bedside drawer trying to find the handle. Quiet moans escape his mouth as he spreads around his pre-cum.

Your eyes follow his hand curiously, watching as he slightly opens it, obviously still embarrassed to show you. His hand squeezes into the tight gap, searching around mindlessly before pulling his hand out along with an unwashed pair you lost earlier this week. You let out a laugh in disbelief reaching over to yank open the drawer to find the majority of your recently used underwear.

Ones you thought you had in your basket this morning before washing, only to realize he probably took all of them while you were sleeping.

“You’re fucking disgusting.” You mutter softly, eyes going back to his face as he nods his head rapidly, his hips twitching. His hand squeezes around his cock, his eyes fluttering shut as he runs his palm over his tip.

You watch his hand move for a bit, taking the time to observe his length. But fuck, you regret it. You can’t help but shift on his lap and bite your lip as you start imagining how he’d feel inside of you. The thickness of his cock stretched you out slightly but so deliciously, and the length hitting places you couldn’t.

He brings your underwear to his face catching your eye as you watch him bring the crotch area to his nose. Leehan inhales the scent of you, whining loudly as his hips thrust up into his hand. His hand picks up the pace, his hand gripping himself even tighter, forcing his veins to bulge out of his skin as precum continues to leak out from his tip. A slight squelching noise followed every pump of his hand.

Leehan looks at you with hooded eyes, bringing the fabric to his mouth. His pink tongue peeks out to lick and suck where your pussy would’ve been. His eyes threaten to shut as his stomach begins to cave in, he goes cross-eyed for a moment; shutting his eyes tightly as he begins to let out louder moans.

“Y-you always taste so good,” Leehan whimpers, pausing to suck on the fabric again, soaked with his saliva now. His eyes water once again as he thrusts up, or at least as much as he can with you sitting on him, to meet his hand with every pump. “Fuck, so so good.”

He pulls it away from his mouth, grabbing it with the hand that was stroking himself. He wraps them around his cock, the gusset resting atop his tip as he begins to fuck up into it. You stare as he throws his head back, mouth dropped open to let out deep moans. His tongue came out to roll his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting to muffle his noises as much as he could.

You couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him. Your hand comes up to pull his bottom lip out from between his teeth startling him as he opens your eyes to see you inches away from his face. You scoot forward to sit higher on his legs, his dick and hands centimeters away from your cunt. He can feel the heat radiating from your crotch, itching to stick his hands down your shorts. He's taken out of his thoughts when you lean in for a kiss.

Your hand tangles in his long hair as you messily make out with him. Leehan’s lips fall behind in pace with yours, not being able to stop the even louder moans from coming out as his hand moves faster and sloppier. His glasses knock against his nose with each movement you make, not bothering to take them off to avoid you stopping. Leehan’s mouth slightly falls open, allowing you to stick your tongue in his mouth.

His other hand goes to grip your waist before falling to your ass seconds later, gripping it harshly as he tries to bring you closer to him. You smack his hand away making him whine loudly, quickly quieting down when he feels you shuffle forward; practically sandwiching his hand and cock in between both of your bodies.

You pull away from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you both, his glasses crooked on his face and his eyes hooded with a pool of lust. A trail of kisses leads down his neck, your mouth sucking licking, and biting random spots on his neck; going as far as leaving marks on his collarbones before trailing back up.

“P-please,” Leehan clears his throat while his hand slightly slows down. “Take your shirt off, please.”

You coo at him, pulling away to give you room to lift it over your head; unable to deny his request when he politely asks. His eyes are fixated on the way your bra holds your breasts perfectly up, loving the way they look against the soft pink.

“F-fuck,” Leehan cries out, his hand moving faster. “I’m gonna cum, oh god- I’m gonna-“

You pull his hand away, stopping him from pumping himself as you pin it down next to him. He wails out, hips thrusting into the air.

You smirk, “You think I’m gonna let you cum that early?”

“Y-you,” He gulps, catching his breath to calm down a small smirk forming on his lip as he lets out a small laugh. “You obviously enjoyed the way I looked, jerking myself off. If you enjoyed that you’ll love the way I look when I cum.”

You scoff, “Don’t get too cocky. You’re not all that Leehan.”

Leehan’s head tilts to the side, trying his hardest to ignore the fact he’s seconds away from cumming, “Oh yeah? C’mom y/n, you know you love my cock.”

You grip his chin, squishing his face together as you bring him closer. “I can find other guys way hotter than you. And your cock? Trust me, Kim Donghyun, you’re far from impressive.”

He watches you as you speak, the room full of silence as you pull away from his face. You let go of his cheeks, slightly shoving his face to the side.

“Besides,” You start out looking down at his dick, watching as his tip leaks the cloudy white substance down the veins and onto the fabric pooled at the base of him. “You probably don’t even know how to use it.”

You let out a small laugh, your hand going down to slap his cock, “You and your pathetic dick? Gosh, Leehan. Don’t make me laugh.”

“Wait y/n don’t -“ Leehan’s words get cut short as your hand strikes his member. His head tips backward, his face scrunched up as if he was in pain as he moans loudly, cum shooting out of him. You’re left in shock, watching as it spurts out everywhere; onto your boobs, shorts, stomach, and thighs, then pooling onto your underwear wrapped around him. Your eyes flicker to his face, unable to ignore your clit throbbing and your pussy clenching just from the sight of him.

He whimpers, his dick twitching as his body finally stops pushing smaller beads of cum out. A laugh of disbelief and a ‘tsk’ of disappointment from you follow after.

“Does my little Hannie like getting his dick slapped?” You laugh, your hand grabbing a fistful of hair at the top of his head. Pulling it harshly, forcing a small ‘Ah’ out of him as you force his head up to look at you.

“Fuck you.” He mutters softly, still trying to calm his body down as it continues twitching, inhaling sharply as your hand grazes his throbbing cock to take the underwear off of him.

A laugh falls from your mouth. You fix his fogged-up glasses before wrapping your hand under his chin, forcing him to lift his head up and to the side; baring his neck to you. Your other hand comes down to his cock, wrapping your hand around him making him wince as you lean in to kiss his neck.

“Y-y/n, fuck,” Leehan moans out as his hand quickly grips your wrist to stop you from moving. “I j-just came.”

Your lips trail down to his Adam’s Apple, teeth grazing it softly making him let out a moan mixed with a sigh. A pained groan is released from him as your teeth sink into it, the vibrations running down your whole body before you let go; your lips wrapping around it and suckling on it. Your tongue runs over it to soothe it, sending shivers down his spine as you repeat the process before trailing back up to his ear.

“C’mon Hannie,” You purr out, nuzzling your face up and down your neck. A pause fills the air for a bit, interrupted by the sounds of you sucking on a different spot of his neck. “I didn’t even get to see your face properly, besides you were the one who said I’d love the way you look when you cum.”

“I-I thought I-I’m not all t-that huh?” He tries his best to tease through whimpers, your wrist still stuck in place from his grip but your fingers begin playing with his tip. “Why the sudden interest?”

“Changed my mind.”

You shake his hand off of you, pumping his member faster than before making him let out loud pained moans as his hands come to grip your thighs. His hips bucked up, the movement making your body bounce with each of his thrusts. You nibble on his ear softly before pulling back, watching his face contour in pain and pleasure with his eyes shut tightly. Leehan bites his lips every once in a while, trying his best to muffle his noises only to hiss and drop his mouth open again.

Your other hand comes down to jerk him off with it, one hand focused on pumping and twisting your hand around the base while the other focuses on his tip. Leehan’s body lurches forward, his arm coming up to wrap around your waist as he pulls your body closer to his. He rests his head on your shoulder, the frames of his glasses digging into his skin in the wrong ways possible, causing him pain but he doesn’t care at the moment. Moans grow louder near your ear as his mouth desperately kisses your shoulders and collarbones. His teeth sink into your neck, making you whine out and arch your back. His tongue peeks out, licking against your skin before sucking lightly on a few spots.

He pulls back with hooded eyes, panting and moaning against your face before smashing his lips onto yours. His kisses are messy and uncoordinated as he moans and grunts against your mouth. The hand not wrapped around your waist sneaks around the back of your thigh, moving your shorts to the side and pressing two fingers against your clit; the sudden pressure making you gasp out a moan against his lips. The feeling of your soaking wet cunt and your whiny moan against his lips caused the knot in his stomach to snap. His cum shoots out onto his abs and into the palm of your hand as he groans loudly against your mouth. His fingers slowly rubbed small circles the best he could in the tight space he had between your bodies as your lips moved desperately against his. Your body twitching against him, your hand still wrapped around his cock as you softly squeeze it; feeling yourself get closer to the edge faster than you’d like, evidently affected by Leehan.

You pull away from the kiss, pulling his hand away from you and placing it on your hips. Your cum covered hand coming up to your lips. His hooded eyes watched as you flattened your tongue on your palm and dragged it up; cleaning the cum left on your hand as you made eye contact with him. A long drawn-out moan falls from his lips as he watches you, his hips bucking up harshly and his fingers digging into your skin.

You get off of him, standing next to his bed as he reaches out for you; his eyes filled with panic before you bend down to kiss him.

“I’m just taking my shorts off,” You giggle as you push them down your legs. “Lay down”

His cocky demeanor was long gone now, and you can tell as he nods obediently with wide puppy eyes. Watching you with curiosity and want, small pleads falling from his lips as you climb on top of him.

“Does my little Leehannie want to get fucked?” You tease, placing his cock in between your folds and sandwiching it between your cunt and his stomach. “You came an awful lot. Are you sure my Hannie can handle it?”

His hands grip your waist, his hips thrusting against your wet pussy lazily as his hands help you grind on him. Your own small moans falling out, nothing compared to his loud whines.

He nods, doe eyes staring up at you as you hover over his lips, “I c-can handle it.”

You coo endearingly at him, “Does my Leehan want to help put it in?”

His head bobs up and down excitedly, watching as you sit up with your hands planted on his pecs while your hips hover. One hand is still on your waist while the other goes to grab the base of his cock. You both watch as he softly thrusts up, the tip of his cock entering you. Loud moans emerge from the both of you as Leehan helps you sit down slowly. A sob coming from Leehan as his dick is fully engulfed by your pussy. Your walls clench and flutter around him, adjusting to his size while he adjusts to the feeling of your warmth.

“Fuck y/n,” He cries out, tears falling from his eyes. “I'm close. ‘M so so c-close oh g-god.”

You look down at him with a frown, hand coming up to remove his fogged-up glasses, placing them on the nightstand. He blinks like crazy, adjusting his eyes as you cup his cheek, forcing him to look at you while he slowly gets used to not having his glasses on. A moan falls from your lips as you pull off until the tip is only in you before sitting back down completely.

“Not yet my Hannie,” You moan out, his hands gripping your hips as you slowly bounce on top of him. “You’ve already come twice. It wouldn’t be fair, I haven’t come yet honey.”

He lets a choked-out sob fall from his lips, his hips digging back into the mattress trying to get away from the painful overstimulation before thrusting up further into you; burying his cock into your sweet cunt. His hands run all over your body as your speed increases; his hands run up your sides to land on your tits, squeezing them harshly before running his hands down your arms, running them back up then down your sides again. This time his hands go to your ass, squeezing it harshly in his big hands as he helps you bounce quicker. Leehan’s cock twitches in you, sobs still falling from his mouth as well as choked gasps; drool falling from the corner of his mouth making you giggle.

“Fuck Donghyun,” A loud moan falls from your mouth as he begins to snap his hips up at a choppy pace. Trying his best to hold back cumming inside of you before you cum. Your hand travels up to his neck, wrapping a hand around it and softly squeezing. “Holy shit, k-keep fucking up into me like t-that baby.”

God, he was a pathetic man. He tried his best to hold out, but in the end, failed. His eyes rolled back until they were white. His hands gripping your ass harsher as he lifts his hips and thrust into you, his hands forcing you back down to sit flush against him. Donghyun’s cock was snug inside of you completely, his mouth open with no noise coming out as he shot his load inside of you. The warmth of cum filling up your belly made a satisfied but annoyed sigh fall from your lips as his length twitched like crazy inside of you. His tip pressed against your sweet spot, twitching directly on it sending jolts up your body.

His body falls back down on the bed, a part of you wasn’t upset. You couldn’t be. The sight in front of you was too good to be mad at. Leehan’s pupils were blown out and staring off into the distance lost and without a thought. His hair was disheveled, sticking up in every direction and sticking to his sweaty forehead. His shoulders and neck are littered with blossoming red marks you’ve left on him, some covered by the hand wrapped around his neck. His chest rises up and down rapidly to catch his breath as he blocks into the distance. A giggle from your mouth falls from your lips, grabbing his attention again as his hands give your ass a small squeeze before you lift your hips again.

You slam back down, a moan falling from your lips again, “Gosh you cum fast, but you’ll be able to hold on until I cum too right?”

Leehan nods rapidly, eyes focused on where he entered you, watching as his length disappears into you. He lets out a sob at the sight of his cum leaking out of you with each thrust, his cock covered in a thin layer of come and your arousal while a thick ring of his cum puddles at the base of his cock.

“Fuck y-yes!” He cries out, whines falling from his lips as he helps you ride him faster, hips meeting you halfway despite the overbearing pain of his cock being abused. “Use me, h-however you want- shit- please.”

You let out a breathy laugh, hips slamming down on him before lifting back up, the hands on your ass pulling you up and down. You can’t help the moans falling out of your mouth as you continue riding his thick length, basking in the way the tip hits the spot you’ve never been able to get. You grab his wrist, guiding his hand to your clit, hand holding his softly as you show him where and how to rub you the right way.

Your body twitches as he presses harder, fingers rubbing harshly on your clit while his hips thrust to meet yours faster. Leehan ignores the way drool drops from his mouth as he fucks up into you, lost in the way your pussy flutters around him with each rub and thrust he delivers.

“D-doing so good for me L-Leehan,” You stutter out, your eyes shut while your mouth drops open. “So fucking g-good baby.”

It doesn’t take you long to cum, the pent-up sexual frustration building up from earlier and bringing you closer to the edge along with each snap of his hips. Every circle of his fingers on your bundle of nerves only makes your stomach tighten.

You whimper when you clench around him even more, he can tell you're close with the way your body twitches and grinds down against him. You lean down against him, your body flush against him, trapping his hand in between your bodies as he continues his assault on your clit. Your hand falls behind him, snaking to grip his hair and bring his head up to meet yours. Your mouths open, gasping against each other before you finally press your lips against his. He kisses you back with the same amount of desperation that you give. Tongues wrestling with each other messily not bothering to care about the saliva coating your chins.

Your body shakes as he continues to thrust into you, two more harsh circles on your nub make the knot in your stomach snap, your lips pressed against him as you moan into his mouth loudly. Lips falter in their movements while he continues to kiss you, not bothering to care if you’ve stopped.

Your cunt clenched around him tightly, and he can’t help but cum a fourth time in total. A second time inside of you because of the feeling. His cock is gripped so tightly by you that it makes it hard for him to thrust in and out of you. Your walls practically trapping him inside as he cums inside of you. You both shiver and moan into each other's mouths, riding out your highs together as you both give each other messy kisses, panting in between before you sit up again. Your chest rises and falls, his doing the same as you look down at him.

He looks like a god lying underneath you; eyes heavy and seductive-looking as he stares up at you with a small smile on his lips. His tongue peeked out the corner before disappearing again.

You both wince as you pull off of him, his cock flopping against his stomach while his cum drops out onto his cock and balls; globs of it being pushed out of your fluttering hole and he can’t help but feel his cock twitch as the sight of the amount of cum he’s put inside of you.

His hands release the grip on your ass before they come to squeeze your thighs.

You lean down to kiss him again, pulling away and brushing his soft brown hair out of his face as he gives you a big but tired smile. His eyes sparkle as he observes every detail of your face.

Your words break him out of his thoughts, “Eat me out while I suck you off and maybe I’ll forgive you?”

Leehan watches as your eyes beam with hope, a smile forming on your lips, waiting for the answer to your question. A deep laugh falls from him, his whole body tumbling against you as he tosses his head back against the pillow slightly.

 however, you did wonder when he’d started to see you in a different light. you wondered where the lines started to blur, almost like watercolor. you wondered when you stopped just being a friend to him. you even almost asked, promptly stopping yourself from opening a can of worms you weren’t sure you were prepared to clean up. 

there was a first for everything though, and dating a friend definitely was—especially someone as perfect as riwoo, someone as kind and gentle as your closest guy-friend. you were always that person who told him to never settle for the girls who literally ate him alive. you were always the one who would try and set him up with nice enough people (to your standards) that you’d met during nights out or classes. you were always the person who kept it casual—strictly platonic—but through stolen glances you couldn't say it was, now. 

“is this weird?” riwoo’s soft voice snapped you from your reverie. “is this too weird?”

your eyebrows creased. “no,” you stated simply. “just… unexpected.”

he leaned back on his hands. “why’s that?” his head aimed to the sky, dusk settling onto it. 

you relished in the warmth of the setting sun, a shiver running throughout your body. “just because…” you trailed off, taking in the lustrous green of early august. this was one of your favorite parks, and riwoo knew that. that’s exactly why he suggested meeting you here. “i guess, i never expected it to be me.” 

through your peripheral you could see his eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “why wouldn’t it be you, y/n?” your cheeks heated at his words, fighting the urge to shy away in embarrassment. “it’s always been you.” 

“oh…” you whispered out, mimicking his lean as you sat next to him. you tried to distract from the fact that your insides were twisting and how your heart beat ever-so-slightly faster. you’d never seen him casted under such a beautiful light—literally and metaphorically. the sky was a breathtaking mixture of pink and orange hues, clouds fluffy like the fair cotton candy that you and riwoo would eat once a year together when it’d stop in your town.

truthfully, you’d also never felt this way about anyone. you’d known riwoo for the better part of your life and he’d always been your closest confidant. of course there was one point when you’d developed a very, very (obviously, very) small crush on him during your freshman year. how could you not? you weren’t blind, after all. nonetheless, you swallowed that as quickly as it had rose, ultimately deciding that being friends was better than something that could potentially end complicated. 

you wondered if he had weighed the odds. you wondered when the feelings grew strong enough to cast away any doubts of it not working out. if he was willing to take the risk. you wondered when his heart began to beat for you. and you wondered when yours started the same rhythm.

was it when he started to work out, changing from the awkward boy you’d met in middle school to the well-defined abs and arms now? was it when he started to smile with his eyes, opening up to everyone around him? was it when he became sure of himself, full of confidence? or when he’d pay attention to every little detail about you, remembering things you sometimes would forget about yourself? was it when he walked with you everyday in highschool? or when you got drunk for the first time and kissed him in the parking lot of a krispy kreme your sophomore year? 

or maybe it was none—and all of them combined—that solidified the feelings deep within you. you always knew it somewhere deep down, that all your past lovers resembled him in one way or another. he was someone you always kept close, even if he wasn’t with you. 

“y/n,” he asked breathily, basking in the final moments before the sun had fully set. “can i ask you something?” but if the question of which was prettier—the man at your side or the sunset in front of you—were to ever arise, you fear the answer would be simple: riwoo, with his soft features, confident aura, and gentle personality. every time. 

you bit the inside of your cheek. “yes.”

“why’d you try and set me up throughout high school?”

if he had asked you a couple days ago, you would’ve been sure of your answer, but now that he was looking into your side-profile, scanning you over, you weren’t so sure. it used to be because you wanted him to have someone kind who treated him the way you knew he’d treat them. you wanted him to be happily in love, and off the market… so he could finally be off your mind. 

“i just wanted you to find someone nice. i’m sorry if i overstepped.”

he hummed contemplatively, clearly not satisfied with your answer. “can i ask you something else?”

you fought with gulping a dry throat. “sure.”

“why’d you say yes if that was the case?” your heart felt like it skipped a beat. “are you that someone nice now?”

your eyes met, time freezing in the lingering heat of summer. you had never felt warmer. there was no doubt a blush was littering your cheeks, hands shaking against the blanket you had brought from the backseat of your car. 

“can i ask you something, riwoo?” you ignored his question, though he didn’t seem to mind, humming in acceptance. your eyes flickered to a place you shouldn't have dreamt about, but his lips always looked so inviting. and, from what you could remember, they lived up to the reputation you made up in your head all those years ago. “...can i kiss you?”

darkness had set, the lamps following the bike path lighting up in sync. it was cinematic, and you would have laughed at the clicheness of the situation if you weren't so focused on your distance that gradually closed. all the surrounding sounds; crickets chirping and cicadas singing, even kids' screeches from the nearby playground faded out, like it was only you two on the entire planet.

“if you’ll be mine?”

before your lips could touch, you mumbled, “have been for a while,” against him, meeting halfway. It was like fireworks went off inside you, setting your heart aflame and illuminating the stars behind your eyes. he knew you were perfect for him, and you’d never (ever) thought the opposite of him. his touch was something soft that grounded all your worries. it always had been. his voice was the sole thing that pulled you out of dark places, it always had been. and it always would be. 

there was a first for everything, but you were glad it was riwoo on the other end. after all, it was the summer-nights like these that you’d grow to remember forever.

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  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   riwoo is the best cook!! he’s a huge foodie after all! you are always coming home to a five-star meal with a drink that somehow matches it perfectly…cooking is really an artform to him lol…

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .  eating well is #1 on his list of how to take care of yourself and he absolutely makes you follow it too. riwoo knows every food and texture you love, like, and dislike, so every meal is made to suit your taste buds just so! he loves going all out for dinner because for him, nothing is more important than you going to sleep with a full belly <3

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   he’s very particular about the way he sets the table too, and so romantic with it! the napkins are folded in cute little shapes (usually hearts, though), the silverware is ruler straight and always on the correct side, the lights are dim, there’s candles lit, and there’s always freshly cut flowers resting in the vase on the table.

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .  & every so often there are little notes hidden in your napkin for you to find … sometimes it’s a cute drawing, other times it’s a simple i love you, but there is always the sweetest thought & intention behind it <3

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   who is house husband riwoo without dessert? he is nobody. whether you enjoy a sweet treat or not, riwoo is staying in that kitchen well into the late hours of the night to cook up the most delectable treat

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   . he’s a Wizard in the Dessert Department. don’t be surprised if one night you go to get a glass of water and riwoo is wearing a long, pointy hat, a velvet robe, and has grown a two-foot long beard and is whispering in ancient tongues to his cake batter

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .    if you are a sweets enjoyer…prepare to be sick of him!! riwoo will be running every new recipe he thinks up past you, asking for your honest opinion. he’ll also always make your favourite treats most nights, especially on days you’re feeling particularly sad or tired <3 

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   he’ll wake up earlier than you just so he can make you breakfast in the morning <3 he goes all out of course, making your favourite foods and having whatever drink(s) you like to enjoy as you wake up. usually as you’re sitting & eating your meal peacefully, he’ll come around behind you and wrap his arms around you while softly whispering good morning to you :(

. ۫ ꣑ৎ   . also!!! breakfast in bed! >< it’s the weekend and you’re really tired and just wanna lay in bed? you’re sick? either way, do not worry! riwoo is there to bring delicious food right to you along with a loving kiss to your forehead <3 

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .  BENTO BOXES!!!!! you will NEVER be without a bento box for lunch when riwoo is your house husband…it’s just not gonna happen. they’re always filled to the brim with everything you love!! if you’re having rice that day, he spends some time to make it into a little animal or a character!! they’re made with so so much love and you always find the creative little ways riwoo says i love you.

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .  they’re super aesthetic too!! (like this and this) + he leaves you motivating sticky notes on top of the box so you can get a good start to your day!! >< he’ll always hand you your lunch box right before you rush out door with a sweet have a good day, my love and a soft kiss :( & if you were running super late and somehow forgot it, he’s running straight to your workplace to bring it to you!!

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   riwoo does all the grocery shopping, of course! he always makes sure to grab your favourite foods to keep your snack cupboard full and happy <3 & he keeps the mini-fridge next to your side of the bed (that he bought you) stocked well too!!! sometimes he’ll bring some new things home for you to try, if he thinks you might enjoy them :P 

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   yes he does the cooking yes he does the cleaning!!!! <3 he has set weekly, bi-weekly, and monthly routines cause he’s just that meticulous!! your place is always spotless ^__^

. ۫ ꣑ৎ   . on the days he does more mundane chores like dusting, vacuuming, or laundry, he’ll leave little love notes around for you to find! like on the bathroom mirror, on top of your neatly folded clothes, your spot on the couch, etc! they’re messages like you are so beautiful or i love you <3 or i’m so proud of you <3 occasionally you will find the odd doodle as well!!

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .  will drop anything and everything the moment you say you want / need something. it’s 2am and you’re craving that very specific food from the convenience store down the road? he’s half way there before you can finish your sentence! riwoo is always ready to give you what you want, when you want it <3 it’s his personal mission to take care of you the best he can

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .    riwoo is your personal reminder app! he has a calendar and a little agenda of all the important events / tasks that you two have to do, as well as your doctors appointments & any big upcoming work events. he always reminds you with plenty of time ahead! >< bc he wants your life to be as stress-free as possible!!

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   knows exactly what makes you fall asleep!! <3 he’s incredibly attentive and notices all the small details about you, so any specific habit / routine you do before bed, he has memorised. if you’re feeling particularly down or low on energy, he sets up the bed just the way you like it, puts you in your comfiest pj’s, brings you sleepy time tea, tucks you in all snug, makes the lights dim and plays any music you might like to listen to before bed :( ugh. i love him sm

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .  adding onto that, on the nights you can’t stop tossing and turning, riwoo will immediately wake up and pull you close to him like a teddy bear. will stroke your hair softly, hum to you gently, and trace little shapes on your back and make you guess them to try and help you feel sleepy. if that doesn’t work, he will stay up with you the rest of the night to keep you company, while still trying his best to make you as relaxed as possible <3 

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   one of his favourite ways to show you affection is by giving you baths :( or even hopping in the shower with you. he loves the intimacy and the warmth of it, as if you two are in your own little rose-coloured bubble, hidden away from the outside world. he loves to wash your hair for you, and he takes his time with it. the same thing with washing your body… he is so gentle, he touches you like you’re the most precious thing on earth. and the entire time he’s caring for you, he’s showering you in compliments and praises, making sure you know how dear you are to him <3 

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .  riwoo is always so eager to hear about your day >.< the moment you walk through the door, he is showering you with hugs and kisses and asking you how your day went, what happened at work, did you see anything cool, all sorts of stuff!! he’d have the biggest smile on his face too :( i think you guys know the one…he just loves to debrief with you at the end of the day…it’s vv important to him to communicate with you!!

  . ۫ ꣑ৎ   .   house husband riwoo is just the sweetest, loveliest thing. he is so in tune with your emotions, your needs, your wants…it’s really difficult for you to hide any part of yourself, really. he just knows you so well. he is always there to hold you when you cry, to cuddle you, to sing you to sleep, to feed you delicious food, and most importantly, to make your life easier and brighter ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) he quite literally worships the ground you walk on and every task he does around the house and in his life, is all with you in mind <3

neither you or sungho lived alone, there was always at least someone around the two of you and it made your nights together a little more awkward and a little less intimate. you didn't hate your nights with sungho, the secret touches under the blankets and the slow thrusts that were careful in order to not disturb the mattress beneath you. the two of you were cautious about the people around you, especially since sungho roomed with jaehyun. and as much as you adored his friend, you couldn't help but feel frustrated with his presence sometimes.

there were times in the past where you had wished that jaehyun would disappear for a few hours, leaving you and sungho to your own desires until he got back. but he never did, somehow he was always there, even if he wasn't in the room then he'd be in the lounge with riwoo and whoever else decided to come and join them. jaehyun claimed that he was being generous giving you two alone time, yet both you and sungho had some less than sweet words for him about that.

yet, you pushed all that out of your mind for the time being. you and sungho had finally been blessed with time alone and you couldn't have been more thankful. you went into the night with no plans, simply spending the time giggling with on another, watching whatever you could find and eating take out before you found yourselves drifting into the bedroom and being tucked into sungho's bed. if there were any watching eyes, they'd believe you two were preparing to sleep, but both of your minds were running too wild for that to happen.

the air shifted the moment your eyes met his as he lifted his head from yours, the smile on your face fading slowly as your eyes stayed connected. sungho was the one to break the silence, finally speaking into existence the one thing that has been plaguing both of your minds.

“we’re alone” his voice was quiet as he dragged a finger around your jaw, stabilising him above you as his forearm pressed into the bed beside you “only took 5 months” you breathed out a laugh but kept your eyes on his, suddenly being rushed with a fear of missing anything he did or said “i’ve been waiting for this for so long” his voice dropped an octave, you swore you could see his mind whirling through the glint in his eyes.

“you have?” you tried to sound as composed as possible, but it wasn’t easy with the way his finger began to travel down your neck and between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the hem of your bra.

“you’re my every thought” he pushed his hand under the cup of your bra, his fingers curling around your breasts. he leaned down, face inches away from your as he squeezed your breast in his hand, your back instinctively arching causing your chest to brush against his “the good and the bad ones”

sungho kissed you after that, letting your mind spin with thoughts about what his bad ones could be. you knew he never meant it in a negative way, but that just made you question yourself even more to what he could be thinking about you. yet, you couldn’t help but feel a fire begin to burn in your stomach at the thought of sungho having less than innocent thoughts about you late at night. you wondered just how far he’d go, what side of you he hadn’t been able to show you. if there was one thing that really excited you about getting him alone, it was the fact you knew things would be different to every other time you two had sex.

his lips felt hot against yours, the kiss filled with unspoken words. it almost told you everything oh had wanted to know, almost. there were things you needed to see for yourself, things you craved to experience. but, your thoughts broke as he pulled away from you. sungho knelt up, now settled between your legs. the bed sheets that were formerly on him having fallen behind him, ending up as a wrinkled mess at the end of his usually neatly made bed.

you watched him carefully as his fingers gripped the bottom of his t-shirt and he pulled it over his head, it felt as if he was going in slow motion just to tease you, knowing how much you liked his body and knowing you can finally admire him freely. his shirt was discarded off of the bed and your fingers reached forward, pressing against his collar bone before slowly dragging down his chest, your nails gently dug into his skin a they bumped over the ridges of his abs before stopped at the waistline of his briefs.

sungho felt himself shiver at your touch, you fingers felt like a feather against his skin yet burned as if they were hot coals. you took your time admiring him, hand pressing flat against his toned stomach with an upwards tug at the ends of your lips. sungho could tell how much you were enjoying being able to touch him so freely, but he wanted his turn too. his laugh caught your attention, your eyes flicking up to his illuminated face, you smiled sheepishly before retracting your hand back to your own body. sungho simply laughed again.

“you’re so cute” he sighed before leaning back down to kiss you. sungho hadn’t pointed out the lack of clothing you had worn to bed, only adorning a bra and panties when you’d usually ask for one of his shirts. he didn’t mind it though, it made things so much easier as he began to touch you.

he teased your lips, pressing his own against the corner of yours before leaving an open mouthed kiss against your jaw, he lowered himself a little further before attaching himself to the side of your neck. your hands pushed into his hair as you sighed at the feeling, his own fingers finding their way to your bare waist in the meantime.

you sighed as he inched himself down your body, his fingers pushed under you in order to fight with the clasp of your bra. a battle he always found himself losing and it wasn’t much of a difference tonight. the whole moment paused as you sat yourself up, reaching behind to undo the clasp before letting him drag the straps down your arms and dropping it to the floor.

sungho had seemed to let go of the light hearted feeling in the air the moment you laid back down, the glint in his eyes returned as he wrapped his lips around your nipple and flicked his tongue over it. he sucked on the hardened bud as his other hand crept down your body, fingers pressing deep against your slick panties. you gasped, your fingers returning to his hair in a tight grasp as he rubbed over your panties, the small stipulation didn’t do much to dull the ache that you were beginning to grow but it was something.

sungho let his teeth graze lightly against your nipple as his fingers press into your slit, the pads of them almost directly on your clit, your panties being the only thing keeping you from feeling him against you. you whimpered as sparks shot up your body. the countless nights you had spent together under the covers meant sungho knew how to find your clit with ease, just a simply look at your face and twist of his fingers had them pressed against the spot that had your body quivering next to him. so it didn’t shock you when his fingers found it immediately, the words he spoke after did though.

“be loud for me baby, let me hear you” it felt almost unnatural to let out a vocal whimper instead of keeping your sounds to yourself, you almost instinctively darted your eyes across the room to jaehyun’s bed until you realised he wasn’t there. sungho lifted his head from your nipple, his fingers pushing your panties aside to touch your clit directly. he leant down to kiss you again, groaning against your lips as you pulled at the strands of his hair “it’s just us baby”

you nodded, arching yourself up as his fingers began to rub quicker circles against your clit, being able to move freely due to how wet you were becoming. you felt him smile when you momentarily broke the kiss with a moan, a moans that was louder than any he had heard from you before “good girl” he breathed out, only laughing when he heard you moan again. as sungho pulled back, he kept his eyes on your face, his lips damp from the contact with you, fingers not letting up on your clit.

“if you don’t stop” you whined, fingers tightening in his hair “i’m gonna cum” you knew that you were nearing your orgasm a lot quicker than usual, but you couldn’t help it. something about the situation felt exhilarating, finally being alone with him after months of hoping by and praying for it had finally happened.

“what if i want you to cum?” you whined again, your hips squirming on their own accord due to the stimulation overwhelming you. but then, he stopped. he pulled his fingers away from you and lifted them to his mouth, he cleaned his fingers on his own “do you know how bad i’ve wanted to fuck you with my tongue these last few months” his words made you whimper, thighs attempting to close around his body so you could feel something.

“please” the beg left you in the form of a whimper, your hips lifting again “please sungho” he placed his hands on your thighs, smiling at you as he pushed them further apart before moving to lay on his stomach between your legs. he took a few seconds to do anything before he pressed his nose against your underwear, pushing it further against you until it was pushing onto your clit. he breathed in deeply, letting out a moan just at the smell of you.

he barely pulled away, replacing his nose with an open mouthed kiss against your panties. you shuddered at the feeling, not being used to such intense stimulation. you weren’t sure how well you were going to deal with feeling his tongue directly against your cunt. when he pulled away you sighed, your eyes focused on him as he hooked his fingers under the hem of your underwear and dragged them down your legs before dropping them off of the side of the bed. his hands returned to your thighs, he pressed them open a little wider so he could so you.

sungho could feel his mouth water as he admired your pussy, he could see how wet you were. his curiosity beat him, he brought his hands forward, fingers spreading apart your lips in order to admire you properly. that was when he lost control and moved forward, his lips closing around your clit and his hand returning to your thigh.

he gently rolled your clit between his lips before letting go, his eyes flicking up to your face to see yours closed with your lips parted and heavy breaths coming out. sungho smiled before he licked your clit, his tongue soaking up the taste of you before he moaned again.

“you’re so sweet” he sighed, wrapping his lips around your clit around, this time sucking on the bud and groaning against it when you pulled at his hair. this caused you to moan loudly, the end of your moan falling into a broken whimper as your eyes stayed shut and your back arched. you weren’t going to last long, you knew you weren’t going to but you feared you wouldn’t be able to tell sungho.

sungho didn’t care though, he wanted to make you cum, needed to feel you twitching against his tongue as he licked you through your orgasm. he was determined, and it showed with the way he touched you. pressing his face closer to you, tongue flicking quicker over your clit before dragging down your slit and pushing against your seeping hole. he pushed the muscle into your accepting hole, his nose bumping against your clit as he fucked tou with his tongue.

sungho moaned, almost as loud as you were as you pulled on his hair. the taste of you causing blood to rush straight to his cock. he was quick to lick back up to your clit and take it back into his mouth. he could feel your slick on his nose and around his mouth, your wetness mixed with his spit causing it to drip down his chin. he was making a mess and he loved it.

he was also about to make you cum. your fingers tightened in his hair as you pulled harder at the strands, his name fell from your lips in the sweet whimpers sungho had ever heard, he was sure that he could feel your clit twitching against his tongue as he drew you closer in.

“not gonna last” fell from you in a high pitched whine, your thighs shaking in his grip as felt yourself tip over the edge. sungho never stopped, rolling your clit before his lips before sucking on it harshly, he fingers pressing deeply into your thighs as he pushed you into your orgasm. you cried over his name, eyes squeezing completely shut and your body squirming as your orgasm ran through you.

sungho groaned against you as you came into his mouth, savouring every drop of your cum as you shook around him and let him clean up the mess he had made. his eyes shot up to you as he slowly pulled back, his lips glistening with your slick as he pushed his tongue out to clean them. he was almost breathing as heavily as you were.

“i’ve been thinking about doing that for at least 7 months now”

“but we’ve only been together for 5?” you questioned him, head falling to the side as you attempted to calm yourself down. sungho simply laughed and shrugged his shoulders causing you to lean forward and hit his arm “perv” sungho just leaned towards you, pressing his lips against yours in a short kiss. he smiled at you as he pulled away, his eyes still filled with the same glint that they held before, but this time they were somehow a shade darker.

just like that, the atmosphere in the room changed again, there was a lingering feeling of sheer need and desire surrounding you both. sungho grew painfully aware of the briefs that were still adorning his body and how badly he wanted to rid himself of them, wanting nothing more than to feel you bare against him.

he ended up shifting, standing up from the bed to rid himself of his briefs. your eyes stayed on him, the dimly lit room letting you see the snail trail that led you from his toned abs to his hardened cock that stood tall, leaking in anticipation to feel you.

"do you want me to su"

"no" you were taken back by his abruptness, about to respond before he spoke again, his hand cupping your cheek in his hand as he moved back on top of you "i'd love for you to baby, but all i want to do right now is fuck you" you gulped and nodded, letting out a deep breath at how forward he was being.

by now the his sheets were hanging off of the bed. you two had all the space and time in the world, this being the first time either of you had been able to see the other so bare in such a vulnerable way without the worry of someone else seeing. the excitement it brought you only increased the desire you felt inside of you, anticipating how he'd be with you now the two of you were finally alone together.

sungho's hands pushed under your thighs, he pressed his fingers into your skin before pulling you down the bed, your head barely touching the pillow anymore. he pushed your thighs up, you felt your knees press against your chest as he settled comfortably on his knees.

your hands went to his, fingers wrapping around his as they pressed into the back of your thighs. you suck in a deep breath as one of his hands dropped down to his cock, wrapping around the base of it before dragging his tip along your slit and pressing against your enterence.

this was the first time the two of you had been in any position other than a spooning one and the rare one when you had rode him slowly under the covers, you couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused, even more so as you felt his strength come out as he held your thigh against your body. you were wondering what other things would come out.

your thoughts abandoned you as his the tip of his cock pushed into you slowly, you couldn't hold back the moan you felt build in your throat because of it, sungho's groaning in the process. you watched him as his eyes focused on the way your cunt began to slowly swallow his cock, the thickness of him doing nothing but stretching you out in the most delicious way, the position he had you in only made it feel more pleasurable.

"are you okay?" his eyes flicked up to your face, cock now sunk half way inside of you as he checked on how you were doing. you felt flustered, your skin hot was your walls fluttered and squeezed around him.

"you're so big" you whined, a pout forming on your lips without realising. sungho groaned at your reaction, finding you too cute to not want to completely ravage on the spot, but he knew that would come a little later.

he withdrew the half of his cock that he had inside of you before pushing back in, feeling your nails dig into the back of his hands as he placed his free one back on your thigh. this time he sank deeper, his balls pressing against your ass. you could only whimper as he stilled inside of you, sungho himself only breathing deeply as he shut his eyes to steady himself.

"how do you want me? we've never been this alone before" you hummed at his question, letting out a shaky breath before responding. ""how do you want me? we've never been this alone before" you hummed at his question, letting out a shaky breath before responding.

"just fuck me please, sungho" your voice broke as you voiced your wish to him, sungho had to release a long, deep breath before nodding to you. he was glad the two of you were on the same page because as soon as he found our you'd be alone together for once, all he could think about was fucking you full of his cum as messily and as loud as he wanted. his biggest desires were finally coming true.

after a few more deep breathes he pulled his hips back before pushing them forward, repeating the motion a few times before his hips snapped a little harder causing you to whine. sungho could tell you were enjoying the feeling and he was right, the tension that was building in your clit with each sharp thrust had your body squirming under him, that was until his grip on your thighs tightened and he knelt up. the slight angle he was at had him sinking deeper into you, tip of his cock pressing harshly against your cushiony walls.

the stimulation caused your hands to drop to the bed, arms spread out as you fisted the sheets and squeezed your eyes shut, back arching as he fucked himself into you. he continued like that, his eyes focused on the way he disappeared inside of you and came back out drenched in your slick, you took his cock so eagerly, your hole swallowing him with each deep thrust. sungho found himself tipping his head back and groaning alongside of your sweet moans.

his vocal groan had your eyes open, he caught your attention and you were glad he did. his abs were tensing with each thrust, arms flexing due to the grip he had on your thighs and his body beginning to form a thin layer of sweat due to the intensity of his thrusts. sungho was truly a beautiful sight for your eyes and you felt beyond lucky to be the only one who got to see him like this, it frustrated you that it took 5 months for you to be able to due to the lack of privacy the two of you had experienced.

sungho moved one last time, his hands slipped down your legs until they were holding your thighs just beneath the bend of your knee, his body leant down against yours and his lips touched your cheek. he kept you trapped under him, his body holding you down as he thrusted back into you. the new angle caused you to moan loudly, his cock pressing impossibly deeper into you as it found a previously undiscovered spot.

sungho knew he had you where he wanted to, starting to fall apart under him as he fucked you into seeing stars. he had only dreamed of having you in such a position before, a mating press where he could dig as deep inside of you as he wanted and draw out the filthiest of moans. the other part of him could only imagine what it would be like to breed you in such a position, to fuck you until you're stuffed full to the brim of his cum and shaking at the feeling. if you weren't crying for him not to stop then he wasn't doing the job he was supposed, which is exactly what you began to do.

your hands gripped onto his back, the feeling of his muscles contracting underneath them with each thrust only made you moan more. your nails pressed into his skin, barely dragging along it causing a dull pain to shoot through him. sungho just groaned, burying his head into your neck as his hips never relented. he had set a quick, sharp pace, unlike anything he had done to you before and you loved every second of it, but you knew that it would come with you cumming undone sooner than you had hoped.

sungho could pick up on when you were close, he could tell but the way your thighs twitched in his grip and how your whines grew in octaves. his name slipped from you in high pitched, broken moans with each deep thrust. all he wanted to do was feel you squeeze around his cock and cum undone around him, he was determined and he knew he had you where he wanted you when you cried out about being close.

"let go, love" his voice was comforting, a contrast to the way he was fucking into you. there was a pattern of sloppiness beginning to form behind his thrusts, a sloppiness that only intensified as you squeezed tighter around him. he lifted his head out of your neck to look down at you, wanting to watch you fall apart as he fucked you through your second orgasm of the night.

he watched as your eyes shut and your lips parted, your vocal chords seemingly cutting off as your orgasm washed over you. the way your walls convulsed around him had his head spinning, you looked somehow angelic whilst letting such a filthy thing wash over you. there was an echoing sound of the mattress creaking under you, mixed with his balls slapping against your ass and your wetness squelching. neither of you had ever been in such a scenario with the other and you both knew you were going to become addicted to it.

as your orgasm continued, sungho's thrusts grew irratic, he knew better than to cum inside of you but he didn't want to leave you empty as you released around him. it took everything in him to hold himself back from filling you up with his cum but he succeeded, only pulling out of you the moment your eyes reopened and you whimpered about how sensitive you were.

he made quick work of kneeling up between your legs and wrapping his hand around his cock, you reached up to replace his hand. he moaned as your soft skin dragged along his cock and jerked him off in replace of his own, just the touch of you had him shooting his cum onto your stomach with a deep groan following. he let out a moan of your name followed by a rare cure, you were sure you felt your clit twitch at the sound of him, and the sight of him. his hair stuck to his forehead as he attempted to regain consciousness of the situation, voice almost hoarse as he spoke to you.