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You move above Heeseung on the couch. His hands grip your hips, guiding your rhythm as you ride him, your bodies moving together in the intimate space you thought was private. The couch cushions sink beneath your weight, creating a perfect rhythm as Heeseung's breath catches, his eyes locked on yours.

"Fuck," he murmurs, his voice husky as you lean forward to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

The apartment door clicks open unexpectedly.

"Surprise ! We brought tiramisu !" Jay's voice echoes through the entryway.

You freeze mid-motion, eyes widening in horror as you hear footsteps approaching. Sunghoon follows close behind Jay, both of them rounding the corner just as you're desperately trying to scramble off Heeseung.

"Oh my god!" you exclaim, fumbling for the throw blanket nearby as Heeseung struggles to pull up his jeans.

Jay and Sunghoon stop dead in their tracks, eyes wide with surprise before identical grins spread across their faces.

"Well, well, well," Jay says, crossing his arms with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Looks like we're interrupting something."

Sunghoon chuckles, leaning against the doorframe. "Didn't realize you two were having a private party. Should we come back later?"

Your face burns with embarrassment as you finally manage to cover yourself with the blanket, sinking into the couch cushions beside a flustered Heeseung.

"We didn't...you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow," Heeseung stammers, running a hand through his messy hair.

Jay grins, setting the tiramisu on the coffee table. "Clearly. But hey, at least you're getting along well. Should we give you two some privacy to finish?"

"Jay!" you protest, hiding your face in your hands.

Sunghoon smirks. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about your...couch activities. But we're definitely keeping the tiramisu in hostage until you're done."

Heeseung sighs, wrapping an arm around you. "Just give us five minutes."

"Take your time," Jay winks. "We'll be in the kitchen. Don't do anything we wouldn't do!"

As they walk away laughing, you bury your face in Heeseung's shoulder, mortified but unable to suppress a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

“God, baby… you feel so perfect,” he whispered against your mouth, voice husky and trembling with need. His hands roamed everywhere, cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, squeezing gently before sliding down to grip your thighs, pulling you even closer as he rolled his hips in slow, deliberate strokes. Each movement was deep and loving, the head of his cock dragging along that sweet spot inside you with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. His lips never left yours for longsoft, open-mouthed kisses that turned hungry, tongues tangling while he whispered how much he loved you, how beautiful you looked taking him like this, how he’d been aching for you all week.

You clung to his shoulders, nails lightly scraping down his back as pleasure built in warm waves. Your walls fluttered around him, slick and tight, drawing a low, broken moan from his throat.

“Heeseung ~ faster, please,” you breathed, and he obeyed with a soft laugh that vibrated through his chest. His pace quickened, hips snapping forward with more urgency now, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing softly in the tiled room. One hand slipped between your bodies to circle your clit with practiced fingers in slow, firm strokes that matched the rhythm of his thrusts, drawing quiet, breathy moans from your throat that he swallowed with another deep kiss.

Heeseung’s forehead rested against yours, eyes half-lidded and dark with adoration, sweat beading along his hairline. “I love you, so much,” he murmured, thrusting harder now, deeper, angling just right so every stroke made your toes curl and your back arch against the mirror.

You could feel every inch of him, hot, thick, pulsing inside you, his free hand roaming up your side, thumb teasing your nipple again while his mouth trailed hot, open kisses along your jaw and down your neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin. The bathroom was filled with the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, your shared gasps, and the faint creak of the counter beneath you. Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, sweat-slick and desperate, every touch tender yet urgent after so many nights of holding back. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, his name falling from your lips in a soft, needy whimper as you rocked your hips to meet his thrusts.

Then… a small, insistent knock echoed through the door.

“Mommy? Daddy?” Hyerin’s tiny voice, sleepy and impatient, cut through the haze like ice water.

You both froze mid-motion, Heeseung still buried deep inside you, his body taut and trembling with the effort not to move. His eyes widened in panic. Immediately he buried his flushed face into the crook of your neck, a muffled, embarrassed groan escaping against your skin as his shoulders tensed, his cock twitching involuntarily inside you from the sudden halt.

You bit back a soft laugh, one hand coming up to gently stroke through his damp hair. “Hey… we couldn’t have possibly thought our little girl would be waking up at this hour of the night,” you whispered close to his ear, voice warm and teasing. “Besides, we weren’t even being loud.”

Heeseung only shook his head slightly, still hiding in your neck, his breath hot and uneven. “She’s going to scar herself for life,” he muttered, voice barely audible, laced with mortification even as his hips gave one involuntary little twitch inside you before he forced himself still.

The handle rattled as little fingers tried to force the lock. “I need to pee! Open the door!”

Heeseung’s face burned hotter against your skin. He carefully eased out of you with a barely stifled groan, quickly grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist while you slid off the counter on shaky legs, heart hammering for an entirely different reason now. He helped you pull on your robe with hurried, gentle hands, pressing one last apologetic kiss to your temple, his cheeks still flaming red.

“Just a minute, little princess,” he called out, voice strained but trying to sound calm. He glanced at you, a mix of lingering desire and fatherly exasperation in his eyes, lips twitching into a sheepish smile despite the embarrassment. “We’ll finish this later, babe… promise.”

You nodded, still breathless, as he unlocked the door to reveal your four-year-old daughter standing there with crossed legs and a pout, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny. Hyerin looked between the two of you suspiciously. “Why were you taking so long? Were you playing a secret game?”

Heeseung chuckled softly, ruffling her hair as he scooped her up. “Something like that, baby. Come on, let’s get you to the potty.”

As he carried her inside, you caught his eye over her shoulder, one heated, loving glance that promised the night was far from over once little ears were safely asleep again.