hii.

✧ seonghwa

You’re already trembling when he lowers himself between your thighs again.

The room is warm. Dim. Sheets tangled around your legs. There’s still a thin sheen of sweat across your skin from the last time he made you come, your chest rising unevenly, body hypersensitive.

Seonghwa notices everything.

He always does.

He presses a slow kiss to your inner thigh first. Then another. Unhurried. Patient. Like he has nowhere else to be.

“Hwa…” you breathe, half-warning, half-plea.

He hums softly against your skin and continues, deliberate and maddening. Every touch measured. Every movement precise. He isn’t rushing. He isn’t chasing.

He’s savoring.

Your hips tilt instinctively, the friction against his mouth making your stomach twist.

His tongue darts out, tracing every fold, circling your wetness, lapping, flicking, teasing.

When he finds your clit, he sucks it in, slow and wet, warm, until you whimper. You squirm, fingers twisting into the sheets.

“Seonghwa, too much, stop!” you whisper faintly, trying to push his head away, though your hips betray you, lifting instead of pulling back.

He pauses.

Slowly, he lifts his head. His hair falls slightly into his eyes, gaze calm. Composed.

“Say it properly,” he murmurs.

The words are soft. Devastating.

You swallow. Your body is still pulsing from where he left you moments ago.

“Do you really want that?” he asks quietly. Not mocking. Just steady. “If you want that, say it again.”

Your head shakes before you can stop it.

He watches you closely.

“Words,” he says.

When you hesitate, the absence of his touch is immediate. Noticeable. His hand leaves your thigh entirely. The loss makes your breath hitch.

You try to push him again. Frustrated. Desperate.

He doesn’t give in. Instead, one thumb lazily traces your clit up and down, slow, coaxing an answer through pleasure. 

Your body spasms at the touch, hips jerking instinctively.

“Tell me,” he repeats.

You squeeze your eyes shut, flushed, overwhelmed by the need twisting low in your stomach.

“Keep going,” you whisper.

He doesn’t move, thumb still teasing.

“Properly,” he insists, his grin audible in the vibration of his voice.

Your voice breaks a little this time. “Keep going, please.”

The faintest chuckle escapes him, warm and satisfied. Not cruel. Just pleased that you said it. That you chose it.

He lowers himself again without another word.

This time he doesn’t drag it out.

His patience dissolves into something hungrier, movements faster, less restrained. One hand pins your thigh open as he focuses, relentless now, messy in the way he rarely allows himself to be.

His tongue dives back in, sucking, swirling, teasing every sensitive nerve. Your hips grind down, desperate for friction, and he parts just long enough to look up at you, smiling.

Then he’s back, tongue plunging deep again, and with one hand, he slides two fingers inside you. In and out quickly, curling, hitting every spot that makes you cry out.

Your back arches off the mattress, a sharp cry leaving you before you can swallow it.

And above the sound of your breathing, you hear him murmur softly, almost to himself,

“That’s what I thought.”

✧ hongjoong

The studio smells like warm wires and something faintly metallic. It’s past midnight. The hallway lights are off. Only the soft glow from his monitor spills across the room.

You’re sitting on his lap.

Straddling him in his chair, one of his hands still resting lazily on the armrest like he hasn’t fully decided this is happening. 

His dick presses into you through his jeans, hard and impatient, and your hips shift instinctively, rolling against him.

Your hoodie is half off your shoulders. Your fingers curl into his shirt, wrinkling it.

“Joong,” you murmur, breath warm against his ear.

He hums, distracted. Or pretending to be.

Your hips move again, slow, testing. Sliding down, pressing fully, grinding. His jaw tightens just slightly.

You lean closer. “Touch me.”

He tilts his head. A slow grin on his lips.

“What was that?”

You know he heard you. His eyes are sharp now, completely focused. The cursor on his screen blinks unattended.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders. “Touch me,” you repeat, softer this time. Almost shy.

He studies you like you’re a track he hasn’t decided how to mix yet. One hand slides from the armrest to your waist, thumb brushing just beneath the hem of your hoodie.

“Clearer,” he says gently.

You swallow.

“I want you to touch me.”

His smile deepens, not mocking. Just pleased.

“Good,” he murmurs.

He doesn’t rush. Like you didn’t just climb into his lap because you couldn’t wait any longer.

One hand slides down to your ass, squeezing hard enough to make you shiver, guiding your hips against him. 

His other hand slips under your hoodie, cupping your breast, thumb brushing over the peak. 

Your movements stutter for a second.

“You get impatient,” he says quietly. “And then you forget how pretty you sound when you ask.”

You roll your hips again, frustrated at the way he’s dragging this out.

He exhales, finally letting his forehead rest briefly against yours. The patience cracks just a little.

“Say it one more time,” he whispers. Not teasing now. Intent.

You don’t hesitate this time.

“Please.”

That does it.

His hands tighten. He finally gives in the way he wants to, not rushed, not reactive. Controlled. Decided.

The chair shifts slightly under your movement as you grind against him harder. 

Outside the studio, the building is silent.

Inside, he kisses you like he’s signing his name on something he owns.

✧ yunho

You shouldn’t be doing this on the couch.

That’s what makes it worse.

You’re sitting on his lap, back pressed to his chest, legs parted just enough for him to fit between them comfortably. 

You’re soaked, already slick from the heat building between you. His middle and ring fingers slide in and out of you in a steady rhythm that makes your breath catch every few seconds.

The slick sounds between your legs are obscene, and Yunho grins, eyes dark, clearly loving every one.

He tips his head over your shoulder, watching as his fingers pull out, spread you open, then sink back in, filling you perfectly again.

His other hand slides higher, big palm warm and possessive on your chest. Kneading the warm skin there. 

His middle finger teases your nipple over your thin tank top, one strap threatening to slip from your shoulder with his eager movements. 

He’s holding you like he likes to. Like you belong exactly where you are.

His bulge presses hard against your lower back, reminding you of how much he’s craving you.

“Yunho…” you murmur, head tipping back until it rests on his shoulder.

He laughs softly against your ear. Teasing. Unbothered. Like you’re not seconds from falling apart.

You press a kiss to his neck, just under his jaw. He hums at that, rhythm never faltering.

“We don’t have long,” you whisper. 

Yeosang said he’d be back soon. Any minute. The front door could unlock at any second.

“Relax,” Yunho says easily. “I’ve got you.”

You roll your hips, impatient, trying to get him to move faster.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he grins, watching the way your breathing stutters. “What was that?”

You huff softly. “Go faster.”

He tilts his head. “Hm? I didn’t catch that.”

You know he did. The smug curve of his mouth gives him away.

You shift again, desperate now, trying to guide his hand with your movement. His fingers press deeper for a second and you gasp. You clench around him reflexively.

That makes him laugh properly.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “Easy.”

“Yunho,” you whine, more urgent this time. “Fuck. Faster!”

He pauses just long enough to make you regret snapping at him.

“You’re bossy today,” he says lightly.

You buck your hips again, not even pretending to be subtle anymore.

That’s what does it.

His teasing expression softens instantly. Gone. Replaced with something warmer. Hungrier.

“Okay,” he murmurs.

His rhythm changes. Quicker now. Less playful. More focused.

His fingers work you expertly, curling and pressing, coaxing every shudder, every gasp from your lips. 

You feel him through your clothes, his cock straining against your back, moving with you, desperate to feel release.

You cling to his forearm as the couch shifts under you. He leans forward, teeth grazing your neck before he bites down gently, right where he knows you love it. Saliva damp against your skin.

Your body reacts immediately.

“Yunho, I’m—”

“I know,” he whispers against your skin.

It builds fast after that. Too fast. Your thighs tense, breath breaking apart in sharp little sounds you’re trying desperately to keep quiet.

The release hits hard and sudden.

You gush around his fingers, coating them as you clamp down.

A shudder runs through you as you press back into him. biting your lip to muffle the noise.

Then, the front door unlocks.

Both of you freeze.

Yunho bursts into quiet laughter, breathless and disbelieving. “Perfect timing.”

You scramble off his lap, trying to fix your clothes while he grabs your wrist, dragging you down the hallway toward his room.

“Move, move, move!” he whispers, still grinning.

The bedroom door clicks shut just as footsteps echo from the entryway.

You collapse against his chest, trying not to laugh.

Yunho presses a quick kiss to your temple.

“See?” he murmurs. “Told you I’ve got you.”

✧ yeosang

The bathroom is thick with steam.

Water slides down tiles, down skin, down the sharp line of Yeosang’s shoulders. His hair is darker like this, slicked back, droplets clinging to his lashes.

You press into him first.

Your mouth finds his collarbone, then the curve of his neck. You kiss him there. Slow. Open. Your hands drag down his chest like you’re mapping him.

He inhales softly.

His fingers hook into your waist, pulling you flush against him. Water rushes between your bodies, heat building despite it.

“Let me take care of you,” you murmur against his throat.

“What?” he asks, not moving his gaze from you.

You know he heard you.

You kiss the corner of his lips. Then his jaw. Then back to his mouth, slower this time.

“I said,” you whisper, breath warm against his skin, “let me take care of you.”

He hums faintly, like he’s distracted. Like the water is too loud. Like your voice can’t possibly carry through all this steam.

His eyes never leave your lips.

His hands slide down your back, squeezing your ass gently, possessively. The other traces up your spine, nails grazing lightly. You shiver.

“Did you say something?” he asks, tone innocent.

You glare at him.

He raises one eyebrow.

You lean in closer, almost on your toes, water cascading between you.

“Yeosang,” you whisper directly against his ear. “I want to take care of you.”

Silence.

He studies your face carefully. Not teasing now. Just watching the way your confidence flickers under his gaze.

“Say it clearly,” he says softly. “So I don’t misunderstand.”

Heat climbs your neck despite the water.

You inhale.

“I want you to let me suck you off.”

There’s no hesitation in you now. Only hunger.

His jaw tightens. His tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip. He leans down and bites your lip gently before releasing it, just enough to make you gasp.

“You should’ve said so,” he murmurs. “But you don’t have to ask like you’re unsure,” he adds quietly against your skin. “If you want something, you tell me. And I’ll decide,” he finishes softly.

You hold his gaze.

Something shifts in his expression.

His hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into damp hair. He pulls you into a deep kiss, sudden and consuming. It’s not slow this time. It’s hungry. Teeth brushing. Breath stealing.

You melt into it.

He breaks it just as quickly. No warning.

His hand leaves your neck and moves to your shoulder instead, firm now.

Then he presses, gentle, guiding you down.

Your knees bend under the water. Tiles cool beneath your skin as you sink down in front of him. Water runs down his chest, over his stomach, dripping from his fingertips.

He stands tall, chest rising and falling heavier than before.

He doesn’t look away. Not once.

His hand slips into your hair, loose but possessive. Not forcing. Just anchoring you there.

“You wanted to take care of me,” he says quietly.

You glance up through wet lashes, and this time, you lick your lips on purpose.

His grip tightens just slightly.

“Go on.”

Your hand wraps around him, stroking once from base to tip. 

Heat slicks your fingers as you trace him slowly, deliberately. Then your tongue follows, licking along the length, tasting him.

He lets out a low sigh, muffled against the water. 

When you finally take his tip between your lips, his hand on your hair presses lightly, urging you deeper, guiding every movement.

A groan slips past him. 

He leans forward, forehead resting against the cold tile behind you, caging you in. Your head tilts with the push, a small gag leaving you as he hits deeper.

Your hands clutch at his thighs.

And Yeosang?

He doesn’t rush. Just watches you.

He loves when you take care of him. He just likes to make sure you really mean it.

✧ san

San kisses you like he’s memorizing you. Slow. Intentional. Like this is sacred.

It’s only the third time sleeping together since you started dating, and everything still feels new. His hands explore carefully, reverently. He praises you between breaths.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your mouth.

His lips trail down your jaw. Lower. “You’re perfect.”

He says it like he means every word. And you love it.

But tonight the sweetness makes something restless coil inside your stomach.

He’s inside you, slow and steady, every thrust gentle.

You push against his lower back, urging him to go faster, but he hums against your neck and keeps his pace. Making you feel good without scaring you off.

Buy you want more.

You don’t think. You just speak.

“Can you… San, I—I want you… Can you tie me up?.”

He stops. Completely.

The rhythm vanishes. The warmth leaves you when he pulls out slowly, withdrawing with a softness that feels like distance.

Panic flares instantly. You messed up.

You try to close your legs, instinctively retreating, but his hands snap to your knees before you can, holding you open.

His breathing changes.

When you look at him again, he looks different. Still San. But darker, hungrier.

His eyes search your face carefully. Not angry. Not confused. Assessing.

He shifts closer, one hand leaving your knee to cup your cheek gently. His thumb brushes under your eye like he’s grounding you.

“Baby,” he says softly. “Look at me.”

You do.

“Did you mean that?” His voice is low, steady. “Or did it just slip out?”

There’s no mockery. No edge, just patience, waiting for you to answer.

You swallow.

“I meant it.”

He studies you a second longer.

“You’re not saying it because you think I want to hear it?”

You shake your head quickly. “No.”

His thumb strokes your cheek once more.

“Then tell me,” he murmurs, almost tender. “Tell me what you want. Clearly. So I know you mean it.”

Your heart pounds, but you don’t feel scared. You feel safe.

“I want you to tie me up,” you say, stronger now. “Please. I need you to use me.”

His pupils blow wide. A slow, dangerous smile curves his mouth.

“There you are,” he whispers.

Something in him ignites.

He exhales sharply and scrambles off the bed, dropping to his knees to search the floor. His slacks are half-tangled near the nightstand. He grabs them and pulls the belt free in one smooth motion.

When he climbs back onto the mattress, there’s no hesitation.

He guides your wrists above your head carefully, checking your expression before looping the belt around them and securing it to the bedframe. Not too tight. Just enough.

When he’s done, he sits back on his heels and looks at you.

And you feel exposed in a way that makes your pulse skip.

His hands travel slowly from the belt at your wrists down your arms. Over your shoulders. His knuckles brush your cheek softly.

Down your throat.

Across your chest.

Lower.

Until his palms settle on your thighs, spreading them gently.

“So pretty like this,” he murmurs, voice low. Dangerous and adoring at the same time.

His thumb traces your jaw.

“You tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

You nod.

His expression softens just a fraction. The sweet San still there beneath the heat.

But when he leans down again, pressing his body over yours, there’s nothing hesitant about him anymore.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he whispers against your lips.

And then he thrusts back in, harsh and fast. 

Your back arches instinctively, a loud gasp tearing past your lips as you tug at your restraints above your head. San chuckles teasingly, watching the way your body responds to him.

And the way he smiles after that?

You know you’ve just unlocked something you’re never going to stop craving.

✧ mingi

The headboard knocks softly against the wall with every snap of his hips.

He’s standing at the edge of the bed, feet planted on the floor, towering over you. You’re on your hands and knees, sheets tangled beneath you.

Mingi’s hands are firm on your hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave warmth behind, his rings cool when they first touch your skin and then warm almost instantly.

He’s holding you against him so firmly you feel like you could melt and he wouldn’t let you fall.

He pulls you back toward him every time you try to crawl forward, strong enough that you feel it in your bones.

“Stay,” he pants.

The sounds he makes are low and wrecked. Like he’s already halfway gone.

You love it.

You turn your head slightly, hair falling over your cheek. “Harder.”

He laughs breathlessly. “You’re insatiable.”

He gives you exactly what you asked for. Harder. Rougher. His grip tightens, dragging you back with each thrust so your body jolts forward and back in his control.

His cock drives deep, filling you completely.

He angles his hips just right, each hit brushing against your cervix, making your back arch deeper, tilting yourself into him with every thrust.

The room fills with skin smacking, broken breaths and the bedframe shifting beneath you.

He’s close. You can feel it. His rhythm grows heavier. Less teasing. More desperate.

Then you whisper it.

“Choke me.”

He falters.

Not fully stopping, but enough that the pace stutters.

“What?”

He stops inside you. He needs to steady himself.

Mingi's chest brushes your back as he leans down, broad frame engulfing you completely.

His hands leave your hips. One braces beside your head. The other combs your hair away from your face. Gentle. Careful.

He needs to see you. Needs to make sure he heard right.

You feel him pressing even deeper, and a whine escapes you, eyes closing, eyebrows furrowing as the sharp ache mixes with pleasure.

Mingi presses a kiss to your temple, soft, almost an apology.

His fingers hook under your chin, lifting your face slightly so he can catch your eyes.

“Say that again,” he murmurs, not teasing now. Just caught off guard.

“Choke me.”

That’s all he needs.

His expression shifts instantly.

His hand slides from your jaw to your throat without hesitation this time. Big palm wrapping around your neck.

“You trust me?” he asks roughly into your ear.

You nod.

Mingi gifts you a slight squeeze that makes your breath hitch and your hips press back instinctively, clenching around him.

He pulls you up against him in one smooth motion, your back flush to his chest, both of you upright now. One arm braced around your middle to keep you steady, the other still holding your throat.

The new angle makes you gasp.

His grip tightens just a little as he resumes his pace, deeper now, faster. His mouth drops to your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin as a low groan spills out of him.

He likes this. The way you asked. The way you demanded.

Your hand clutch at his forearm, feeling the flex of muscle under your fingers. The other slides to his nape, twisting through the long hair there, keeping yourself steady.

Your breathing turns shallow. Not panic. Not fear. Just that dizzy edge of surrender that makes your head spin.

He squeezes again. Just enough to make your pulse flutter beneath his palm.

And he smiles against your shoulder when he feels it.

Mingi loves when you take control. Even when he’s the one holding you up.

Especially then.

✧ wooyoung

The party noise outside the bathroom door is loud. Laughter. Music. Someone shouting for another round. None of it matters.

You’re sitting on the countertop, the faucet pressing into your side, cold and inconvenient.

You barely register it.

Not when Wooyoung is standing between your knees, your underwear on his pocket, eyes lit up like he’s about to commit a crime and enjoy every second of it.

He unbuckles his belt slowly.

You roll your eyes. “Hurry up, Woo.”

He laughs under his breath. “Bossy.”

But he does hurry.

The metallic sound of his belt slipping free feels indecently loud in the small space. Your pulse kicks up. You lean forward slightly, impatient.

“Seriously,” you whisper. “Hurry.”

He steps closer, crowding you. His hands slide to your thighs, squeezing once before pushing them wider.

“You’re the one who dragged me in here,” he murmurs.

“Don’t make me regret it, just fuck me already.”

The words barely leave your lips before he moves.

He doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t tease the way he usually would.

One hand tugs his zipper down. The other wraps around himself, stroking once, fast, slick.

Then he presses in. Hard. No prep. Just him, filling you in one sudden, decisive thrust. The sting makes you whine sharply, a sound louder than you meant it to be.

His hand flies to your mouth instantly.

“Shh,” he breathes, eyes wide for half a second.

You both freeze.

Outside, someone knocks against the wall, laughing.

Wooyoung’s gaze flicks back to you. The smirk returns.

He stays still for one long beat, his palm warm over your lips, his forehead almost touching yours.

“What were you saying?” he asks softly.

He starts to move again. Slow at first.

You try to answer, but your words melt into his hand, muffled and useless.

His grin widens.

“Oh, I can’t hear you.”

The pace picks up. Not frantic. Controlled. The kind that makes your thoughts scatter. Your head tips back, and it knocks lightly against the mirror.

The sound is small, but in this room, it feels explosive.

Wooyoung’s smirk disappears instantly.

His hand drops from your mouth and slides behind your head, palm cushioning between your skull and the glass. Protective without breaking rhythm.

The teasing melts into something darker.

More focused.

He leans in closer, lips brushing your ear.

“No, really,” he says, voice low now. “Say it.”

Not mocking anymore, commanding.

“Fuck me, Woo!” you gasp, repeating yourself as you cling to him.

His eyes flash at the sound of it.

“Finally got it out, huh?” he murmurs, smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s my girl… exactly what I wanted to hear.”

His mouth drops to your collarbone, teeth grazing, tongue soothing after. His free hand slides lower, palm pressing over your lower stomach, thumb drawing circles on your clit.

The bathroom fills with the sound of your breathing and the quiet, relentless rhythm he’s set.

Outside, the party keeps going.

Inside, Wooyoung holds your head steady like he’s the only thing keeping you from shattering against the glass. 

Bratty. Reckless. But the second it matters, he loves taking care of you.

✧ jongho

The city hums below you.

Lights blink in the distance, cars sliding through the dark like quiet comets. The balcony is high enough that no one can see up, but the open air makes everything feel exposed anyway.

Your palms grip the cold railing.

Jongho stands behind you, solid and unshakable, chest pressed to your back. His mouth is against your spine, breath hot where the night is cool, his dick filling you perfectly.

He hasn’t looked at the skyline once.

One arm stays firm around your middle. The other slides lower. His fingers find your clit, making your knees tremble. But he keeps you upright easily, like you weigh nothing.

Your body responds instantly, hips rolling back against him without thinking, pressing him in deeper.

Slowly, the arm that’s around your middle slides upward, hand tangling in your hair, not yanking, just keeping you exactly where he wants you. Bent slightly forward over the railing, heart racing at the height, the adrenaline of being watched.

His rhythm turns heavier. Less measured. Every thrust hits deeper.

He’s close.

You can feel it in the way his breathing roughens against your skin. In the way his grip tightens just a little.

“Come inside me,” you breathe into the night.

The words float into the dark.

He doesn’t react at first. Just keeps moving. Steady. Deep. Focused.

“Again,” he grunts against your shoulderblade.

No smile.

No teasing.

Just the command.

You arch back into him, voice cracking with need.

“Jjong,” you gasp, voice shaking. “I want you to come inside me... fill me up.”

He exhales sharply against your back. That’s all the confirmation he needs.

His fingers press harder, circling with intent now, pushing you toward the edge with him. His thrusts lose some of their precision, turning almost sloppy with how close he is.

But he never stops. Never pulls back. Never breaks the rhythm.

He listens to you. He does exactly what you asked. He wants to make you happy.

When he finishes, it’s quiet. Controlled. A low sound swallowed against your skin as his grip tightens in your hair for a second while he spills deep inside you.

You come seconds after him, forehead nearly touching the railing, the city lights blurring beneath you.

Your walls clench around him, juices mixing, slick and warm.

His hips keep moving through it, slower now, drawing your release out like he refuses to let it pass too quickly. His hand doesn’t leave you. His body doesn’t retreat.

He pulls out slowly. Only then does he finally lift his head from your back.

The sudden emptiness makes you whine.

The cool night air hits your heated skin, and you feel the warmth of him linger, a faint trail of him slipping down your thigh. The contrast makes you shiver.

His hand immediately steadies you at the waist.

He turns you around gently, far softer than he handled you seconds ago. One hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

His expression has changed. The edge is still there, but the fire has settled.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice even. Calm. Watching you closely.

You smile at him, still catching your breath. “Perfect.”

Only then does his mouth curve slightly.

“Good.”

He leans down and presses a firm kiss to your forehead. Soft and protective.

The city keeps glowing below you.

But up here, in his hands, you feel completely steady.

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“Yo, I got the goods.” Wooyoung said, holding up the convenience store grocery bag high in the air.

“They had the chips I wanted?” You asked, reaching out your hand and flexing your fingers impatiently for the bag.

“Yep, and your drink. You owe me $6 by the way.” He said, dumping the remainder of the contents in the bag onto your coffee table.

“I’ll buy you a burger or something next week.”

“Deal.” He said, sitting next to you on the couch and kicking his feet up. You skimmed over the snack stash, trying to find anything in his snack choices you wanted to steal a bite of and your eyes landed on a candy bar you had never seen before. The packaging was different, and the brand name was one you couldn’t recognize.

“What is that?” You asked him, pointing to it.

“It’s chocolate. The cashier guy told me it’s something called an aphrodisiac candy bar? The dude was trying to upsell me really hard. I think he was trying to get rid of his inventory of it. They only have it behind the register so, I bought it.” He shrugged and picked it up, reading the ingredients list printed on the back.

“Aphrodisiac? You mean, it’s supposed to make you horny? Why the fuck would you buy that and bring it over here?” You smacked him on the arm and made him wince.

“Ouch! Damn, chill. That shit is all fake. There’s just good-ole sugar and fat in this. I just felt bad for the dude and bought it. You know I go there every single week before our movie nights. I got a soft spot for the old guy!” Wooyoung did his best to plea his case which you truthfully believed. And, to be fair, he was being honest. “It’s just a regular chocolate bar with some fake gimmick to make you pay like $10 for it.”

“You paid $10 for this thing?!”

“I told you I felt bad for the dude!” He groaned, unwrapping the paper around the candy and breaking the bar in half, handing you one of the two pieces. “Here, just help me eat this thing and turn on the movie.”

“Are you sure?” You said, still a bit wary and he groaned in irritation.

“Eat it or don’t. I’m starting the movie.” Wooyoung told you, taking a large bite out of his side and pressing ‘play.’ You shrugged and did the same, enjoying each bite and focusing on the film.

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The movie you chose was one you both had watched a million times over. You both made commentary about the movie like you usually did and just enjoyed each other’s company.

Midway through the film the two main characters started having sex in a scene you’d both watched multiple times before. However, something felt different this time. You felt yourself start to tingle a get a tiny bit wet as the scene got more and more heated, the feeling intensifying as the scene continued. It did not take long until you found yourself shifting uncomfortably in your seat, completely soaked and throbbing.

‘Oh my god, the chocolate.’

“I uh, gotta go to the bathroom.” You said, slightly panicked and too afraid to look over at Wooyoung. You stood up and b-lined to the restroom, locking the door behind you.

You pulled down your sweatpants and panties and examined yourself. You gasped softly out loud, taken aback by how puffy and engorged your labia and clit looked. Your pussy soaking wet, leaving a trail of arousal on your panties. Thanks to your thick sweats, that was easy to hide. What wasn’t, was your hard and engorged nipples that were now peeking straight through your pajama camisole.

“Dammit.” You whispered to yourself, using your fingers to try and push the hard nubs down into themselves over the shirt. However, instead, the stimulation only made the situation worse. You felt a bolt of electricity shoot straight to your clit, making it pulse. Your knees buckled and you had to find it deep inside to pull your hands away from your chest and not continue. If you were in here too long, Wooyoung may know something was up.

You quickly pulled your pants back up and straightened yourself, making sure you looked as normal as possible. Quickly splashing some cold water on your face and neck in a weak attempt to bring your temperature down. You took a deep breath before going back out, not realizing Wooyoung was having a crisis of his own.

“God, what the fuck?” He hissed to himself when you had closed the bathroom door behind you. He uncrossed his legs he was squeezing together uncomfortably hard in a desperate attempt to hide his growing, uncontrollable, erection. His sizable length pressed up through his pants as if it was fighting to get out. He adjusted himself a bit, tucking himself into the waistband of his boxers which helped a little bit but didn’t help the throbbing desire that wouldn’t subside.

Wooyoung knew he was in trouble. He really didn’t think that fucking chocolate bar was legit. How could a chocolate bar make you horny? And to this extent? All he had to do was make it through the movie and get home to jerk off and everything would be fine. He repositioned himself on the couch to try and look casual when he heard you come out of the bathroom. He refused to look away from the tv, not wanting to risk giving himself away by looking guilty.

You sat back down next to him and swore you could hear how wet you were when settled into the cushion. Both of you were face forward, eyes to the tv, trying to ignore the throbbing between each of your thighs. Every once in a while you would shift around, making Wooyoung’s eyes shift over in your direction. He noticed you were bouncing your leg anxiously and biting the inside of your cheek.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned.

“Huh? Oh! Um, yeah. I’m great.” You answered a bit too chipper, making his eyebrow raise in curiosity. He wanted to pry but wasn’t in a position to entertain any banter at the moment so he let it go. You found his reaction, or lack-there-of, strange. Normally any time Wooyoung spoke to you it was to make fun of you or give you a hard time. You peered over at him and saw his knuckles white with how hard he was clenching his fists, jaw tight. Completely tense.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why are you asking me that?” He snapped, sounding annoyed.

“Damn, sorry I asked.” You rolled your eyes. “Asshole.”

“You’re talking through the whole movie and I’m the asshole?”

“We’ve seen this movie 100 times what does it fucking matter?” You whipped your head towards him in anger. “And you’re one to talk. You normally never shut the hell up.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe I want to shut the hell up tonight. Is that okay with you?”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes. Now horny and annoyed. “By the way, you spilled your drink or something on you. You have a stain.”

“What?” Wooyoung looked down and saw a quarter-size spot of wetness on his crotch which made him stand up in a panic, not thinking about what his seated position was helping him conceal. When he stood up it was very clear to you that the wet spot was not one made from a drink and that he was very, VERY, hard. “Shit- um, sorry-“

“Oh.” Was all you could manage to say, realizing he was in the same predicament as you were.

Wooyoung sat back down with his cheeks burning red. He pushed his hair back with one hand and nervously cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“I uh, guess the chocolate kinda works.”

“Yeah, it kinda does.” You admitted shyly. He looked over at you and laughed a little.

“Wait, it worked for you too?”

“Yeah, I’m kinda going insane right now.” You huffed. You both sat in silence for a second not knowing what to say and then, you smacked his arm.

“Ouch! What the fuck?” He yelled, grabbing his arm.

“You’re such an idiot for buying this shit!” You groaned.

“You didn’t have to eat it!”

“Yeah, but I did because YOU told me it wouldn’t work and now here we are.”

“Well..” he sighed. “Do you have anyone you can text to come over? Take care of business?”

“No.” You scoffed. “I don’t have a roster like you.”

“Please.” He rolled his eyes. “Half my roster has me blocked at this point. So it looks like we’re both equally fucked. And not in the way we need.”

“So now what?”

“I guess.. we have to masturbate?” He shrugged.

“I guess so.”

Wooyoung suddenly started pulling his pants off of himself which made you panic, frantically waving your hands in front of him.

“What are you doing?!”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing? Did we not just say we were going to masturbate?” He sounded as equally shocked.

“I didn’t think you meant TOGETHER?”

“I mean, at this point why not? We both know we’re horny as fuck. Might as well just get this over with real quick. I don’t want to drive all the way home to jerk off. It’s too early.” He argued. “Plus, we’ve been friends for how long? This shouldn’t be a big deal at all. We’ve made out while drunk this is literally, like, the next step.”

You thought for a while about his proposition and it didn’t take too long to come to a consensus that he was correct. Of course, the throbbing in your panties definitely influenced your quick decision. You were too horny and too desperate to get off at this point to care about potential awkwardness. You just really wanted to get off.

“Okay. But we never talk about this again. Got it?” You said, hissing through your teeth to sound serious.

“Yeah, yeah. Got it. Can we jerk off now?” He asked. You nodded and Wooyoung proceeded in taking off his pants and boxers with one swift movement, his large cock springing out of his pants instantly. It was almost purple from how hard it was, head leaking precum down the shaft. Wooyoung winced from the cool air in your apartment hitting his warm sensitive skin. He also lifted his shirt off over his head, tossing it onto the floor.

You had seen your best friend shirtless but, never naked below the belt. Your eyes almost bulging from your head when you took in the sheer size of him.

“Well, are you going to get naked too or are you going to just sit there and stare at my cock like a weirdo?”

“Oh, um-“ you stuttered, shaking your head for a moment then stripped down naked yourself. Your swollen breasts and hard nipples were the first thing Wooyoung noticed, followed by your puffy and engorged pussy.

“Holy shit, I think I just saw your pussy throb.” He gasped, almost drooling. He was completely enticed by how it looked. Soaking wet and delicate.

“Shut up.” You mumbled. “Can we get this over with?”

Wooyoung nodded and took a deep breath, taking his hand and shamelessly wrapping it around his cock. He sucked in a harsh breath when he made contact with his sensitive appendage, then slowly started to move his fist up and down. You watched him as he did this, wondering how he made such an awkward situation so hot.

“Don’t make me do this alone.” Wooyoung said, his voice husky and deep. You swallowed deeply and then hesitantly brought your hands to your chest and started to massage your breasts. You took your soft mounds in your hands and squeezed them gently, feeling how much fuller they felt than normal, then used your fingertips to rub circles around your almost painfully hard nipples. They were so sensitive to the touch that an involuntary whimper slipped through your lips.

“Sorry!” You gasped, slapping your hand over your mouth in shock. You typically thought playing with your nipples felt good but never that good. Not good enough to make you moan.

“God, don’t apologize.” Wooyoung groaned, his hand slightly moving faster. “It’s.. it’s hot.”

You felt your cheeks get warm at your best friend’s confession. Before you lost your nerve, you continued, bringing your fingers back to your nipples and pulling at them lightly. The sensation making you rotate your hips as you yearned for more relief down below. While keeping one hand focusing on your nipples, you brought the other down between your thighs. Your fingers were coated instantly with a shocking amount of wetness that made it effortlessly easy to rub circles around your swollen clit.

“Fuck..” you whimpered, hips bucking up into your hands, pressing into it hard. You peered over at Wooyoung and found him watching you play with your pussy, eyes following every circle your fingers rubbed into yourself. His hand now jerking himself off furiously, precum dripping down his swollen cock head and his breath coming out in jagged, broken, huffs. You already felt close to release due to the pure erotic nature of the situation. Your hand naturally going faster as you chased your high, your thighs opening up as wide as they could go.

“Holy shit.” Wooyoung groaned, eyes rolling back into his head when he saw you spread out even more. You brought your other hand down from your breast and placed it down between your thighs, pointing two fingers down towards your entrance and teasing it with your fingerings. Your fingers rubbing your clit didn’t stop and only got faster as you raced to your orgasm.

“Oh my god-“ you gasped, your breath catching in your throat. You pushed your fingers into your cunt, only managing to get just the tips into yourself before you started to cum. You pushed your fingers into yourself regardless as your pussy convulsed around them. Your back arched off the couch and head was thrown back in ecstasy while Wooyoung watched in awe. The sight before him making his climax flow over his knuckles as his body jerked in the same release.

You looked over at just the right time to see him release his orgasm. His eyes were glossy and low as he watched you, lip between his teeth that did nothing to keep his grunts inside, and his chest was glossy with sweat that glistened in the dim light. He was fucking beautiful. The veins in his arms bulging as he worked his still-erect cock.

“Fuck, I’m still fucking horny.” Wooyoung groaned. He finally let go of his dick, using his discarded shirt to wipe away his mess. His cock was still rock hard and, to be honest with yourself, you were still throbbing. This chocolate was ruthless.

“Me too.”

Wooyoung bit the inside of his cheek and watched you nervously for a moment, a bit nervous. He looked lost in thought but also like he had something on his mind he was hesitating to share.

“What?” You asked, nervous now.

“What if, just this one time, we.. you know..”

Your heart started to race but you weren’t sure if it was in excitement or anxiety.

“Wooyoung, are you being serious?”

“It’s just this one time. It’s only because of this fucking candy bar. And we never have to talk about it ever again.” He said, his tone almost pleading. “And I just really, REALLY, want to eat your pussy right now.”

“Wooyoung!” You giggled, covering your mouth in shock at your best friend’s lust. You should slap him. Normally you would. But, you had to be honest with yourself. You definitely wanted to fuck him in this moment, too.

“Please. Let’s fuck. PLEAAASE.”

“Just this once.” You told him, grabbing his face in your hands to focus him. “And we never tell anybody about this.”

“Deal.”

Wooyoung kissed you deeply before laying you down on your couch, trailing his lips down to your neck. He would switch from kisses to light nips of his teeth on the soft spots of your throat that raised goosebumps on your skin and went lower and lower, stopping briefly to suck on your still-swollen nipples. His tongue twirled around them like a tease, eliciting soft gasps from your lips. He chucked in satisfaction from your reaction then continued his decent down to where both of you wanted him to be the most.

Wooyoung hoisted your knees to rest on his shoulders and hooked his arms around your thighs, holding you secure to him. Wanting to make sure you couldn’t pull away. He looked up at you, and watched your reaction as he finally lowered his mouth and licked a long lap of his tongue through your engorged folds. When he saw your eyes flutter and roll back into your head, he smirked, before completely diving in and devouring you.

Wooyoung was an expert at eating pussy. You had known he was experienced in bed, having heard of his extensive body count, but never had experienced his skills first hand. You suddenly realized why so many girls had gone crazy after he had moved onto the next.

“Fuck Wooyoung.. what the fuck?” You moaned, looking down at him in complete shock. You found him still watching you. His lips wrapped around your swollen clit, sucking on it lightly in-between taking long licks. You reached down and wrapped your hand in his hair, pushing him even deeper into you which made him moan as he lapped at your clit. You grinded your hips against his face, riding it, feeling his tongue, nose, and chin pushed up against you. You both locked eyes as you continued to grind on his face, Wooyoung moaning into you in pleasure as he allowed you to use him how you needed. You felt that familiar pressure build between your thighs once again and you knew it was only a matter of time before you came again.

“Fuck, Woo. I’m- I’m gonna cum.” You whimpered, your hips moving a bit quicker. Wooyoung’s fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs as he let you use his mouth, your soaked cunt sliding against his tongue in desperation.

He knew it was time to go in for the kill.

He wrapped his lips around your clit one last time and started to suck on it, his tongue lapping at it simultaneously. Both of the stimulations sending you over the edge, screaming as you came. Your knees locking around Wooyoung’s head in a vice grip while you writhed on the couch.

“Oh my god, stop!” You pushed his head away from you, gasping for air. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe.” He was gasping as well, mouth and chin glistening in your orgasm. “You just tasted so fucking good.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” You felt yourself get shy, but you couldn’t help but smile.

“You fucking loved that. Don’t pretend like you didn’t.” He said, reaching down to help you sit upright.

“Yeah, whatever. You’re pretty good at that.”

“Thanks. Now, do me a favor and ride me.” Wooyoung requested and, after the service he just provided, you were more than willing to oblige. You straddled him, reaching behind you to grab his thick length to line him up to your entrance. You had to ease him in slowly, his girth stretching you as you lowered yourself down onto him. Once he was fully inside of you, you rested your face into the crook of his neck for a while, allowing yourself to adjust to his size.

“Are you alright?” He asked you, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist.

“Yes.” You were a bit breathless. “You’re just.. fuck, Wooyoung. You’re big.” Wooyoung chuckled, his laugh jolting his body inside of you in a way that made your toes curl slightly.

“I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry.” He whispered in your ear, making goosebumps raise on your arms. “I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

‘Baby.’ He hadn’t dared called you that yet. You two were already pushing boundaries as it was having sex as friends but it was clear he was ready to throw all that out the window to ensure you both enjoyed this experience with no restraints. You could do mental somersaults trying to unpack the conflicting feelings you had about all of this but right now, all you wanted to do was focus on how GOOD he felt. And how much you wanted him. You would do all the hard stuff later.

Rolling your hips up and back down onto him, you started to slide yourself up and down his cock. Wooyoung helped you by gripping your ass and pulling you towards him each time you rocked forward and pushing you back down onto him when you rolled back down, making you feel his cock deep inside of you. The way he filled you up made your entire body feel warm, your cheeks burning in pleasure that made your lips tingle.

“Does my cock feel good inside of you?” Wooyoung asked you seductively, his lips pressing a kiss onto your neck while you rode him. You felt shy and didn’t answer, but down below you tightened around him which he noticed.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“Wooyoung, please-“

“Don’t overthink this.” He told you, kissing down your neck to your shoulder. “Remember, this is to make each other feel good and get each other off. So, don’t feel weird about saying naughty things to me, alright? I like it.”

You nodded and he gripped your ass a bit harder, using one of his hands to smack it sharply on one of your cheeks. You moaned in pleasure, loving the roughness, and started riding him a bit faster.

“Let me ask you again. Does my cock feel good inside of you?”

“Yes, baby.” You said, your voice a whimpering mess. “So fucking good.”

“That’s right. Of course you fucking like it.” He smacked his hand on your ass once again. “Such a good girl.”

You bounced on his cock in desperation, over and over. Each time you landed back down on his thick length a pathetic whimper slipped through your pouted lips that became music to Wooyoung’s ears. He continued to coo filthy words to you, loving how each syllable made you tighten around him even more than you already were.

“Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?” He grunted in your ear, hips bucking up inside of you from below. “Like when I tell you you’re being a good girl for me?”

“Fuck!” You cried out, desperately rolling your hips in a messy and out-of-rhythm pattern as you got closer and closer to an orgasm. “Yes! Fuck, I love it!”

“Yeah? You’re gonna cum all over my cock for me?” He whined into your ear, grabbing your ass and thrusting his hips up into you hard over and over.

“Fuck!” You screamed, throwing your head back as you took him under you. After a few more strokes up inside, you started to cream around his thick cock, your body convulsing almost violently as you came. He wrapped his arms around you in a vice grip and held you against his chest as you orgasmed, feeling your pussy throb around his still-hard cock.

“Good job, baby girl. That’s it. Fuuuuck.” He praised you, loving how your pussy felt when it came around him. When you finally caught your breath, you sat up in his lap.

“I hope you have more in you.” Wooyoung told you, kissing you on your shoulder delicately.

“Fuck yeah I do.” You said, grabbing his hair roughly and pulling him to your mouth in a feverish kiss. He matched your passion quickly, biting your lip and pulling on it between his teeth. You moaned loudly into his mouth before he pushed his tongue into yours. You held each other so close as you made out it was if you would morph into one person. Bodies meshing together into one. Finally, he needed more.

“Get on your knees for me, ass in the air.” He whispered to you seductively, his making chills run down your spine.

You got on your knees and kneeled forward, your face pressed into the couch in the doggy position. Wooyoung positioned himself behind you, teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock, rubbing it up and down your folds to collect your arousal on his throbbing head. He pushed into your dripping cunt with ease, your pussy begging to be filled by his cock once again, eagerly forming to his size this time. He slid in all the way, his pelvis meeting your ass as he nestled down inside of you.

“Fuck, Wooyoung… your cock…” you trailed off.

“I know.” He said, and you didn’t have to look back at him to know he had a cocky grin plastered on his face.

He gripped your hips, his fingers pressed into the soft skin of your thighs firmly, and held you in place. Suddenly, he pulled back and snapped himself forward, slamming his cock into your pussy, and repeating the motion over and over. Your mouth fell open and you moaned deeply into the couch, taken aback by the pleasure of the rough thrusts. His motions started out slow but quickly picked up in pace, the sounds of his thrusts becoming quick slapping motions that filled the room, pairing with your moans nicely.

To make it even more intense, Wooyoung reached down and grabbed your arms, pinning them behind your back and using them to help him thrust into you. The new position made you completely vulnerable to him and left you in his control, submitted.

“You’re taking me so well.” He grunted as he continued to fuck roughly into your throbbing cunt. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

“Please fuck me harder!” You begged him, wanting even more. “I want more. Give me more daddy.” The filthy pet-name slipping out without a second thought.

“Daddy, huh?” Wooyoung smirked in surprise, not realizing how dirty his best friend could get. “You want daddy to give it to you harder?”

He leaned down over you and pinned your stomach down against the cushions, using his hand to grip the back of your neck and push you down into the plush couch. You couldn’t move, Wooyoung’s body weight holding you down as he thrusted into you ruthlessly. Your pussy contracting around his thick cock as it effortlessly slid in and out, your arousal making a mess on the cotton of the cushions.

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?” He said in-between thrusts. “To be fucked into the couch?”

“Fuck-yes! Yes, daddy!” You cried in pure satisfaction.

“You’re going to cum on daddy’s cock again?”

“Yes! Please, please, please-“

Wooyoung suddenly stopped and pulled out of you, his weight releasing your body. You turned confused, afraid you had done something to offend him. Wooyoung however was not offended. Instead, determined to change things up. He grabbed your legs and flipped you onto your back, gripping onto your knees and pressing them back onto your chest.

“I want to look at you while you cum.” He told you, slipping his cock back inside. He placed his forehead against yours and looked at you deep in your eyes while he dragged deep stroked in and out of you. His long cock pulled pornographic whimpers from your throat that shocked even yourself, not knowing you could make such erotic noises. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t know at this point if it was the chocolate or just simply Wooyoung but you had never been fucked like this before. Never felt this amazing before.

“Woo, it feels so good..” you said, sounding almost as if you could cry. Your thighs you had wrapped around his waist started to tremble and Wooyoung was closing in on his climax as well.

“You feel fucking amazing.” He told you, slamming into you a bit harder but keeping his strokes precise. “I want you to cum with me. I’m almost there, baby.”

He placed his thumb on your swollen clit and started to rub quick circles that made your eyes flutter and lets clamp around him. It was only a matter of time now. He could feel you pulse around his cock as your walls tightened around him.

“Fuck baby, I can feel how close you are. Are you gonna cum?” He whimpered to you, his cocky demeanor now softening as he got closer to his own release. “Come on baby, cum with me. Give it to me. I need to feel it. Please.”

His whining and his thumb on your clit sent you into your final climax, your orgasm gushing out of you and onto his cock. Wooyoung came as you convulsed around his thick length, squirting around him in spectacular fashion.

“Holy shit- fuck!” He cursed loudly, slamming into you a few times as he emptied into you. Your body shuttering as your orgasm subsided, completely spent. Wooyoung pulled out of you gently and went to find a towel to clean both of you up. You laid there for a moment out of breath, coming to terms with what you two had just done together.

“I didn’t know you could squirt.” Wooyoung said in shock.

“Sometimes.” You shrugged. “It doesn’t happen that much.”

“Of course I could get you to do it.” He smirked, proud of himself. You rolled your eyes and snatched the towel from out of his hand to wipe yourself of sweat and other liquids.

“Did you at least enjoy it?” Wooyoung asked you, suddenly sounding serious.

“What?”

“I mean, do you regret it?” He shrugged. “Are you okay with what happened?”

“Oh.” You felt shocked and thought about it for a moment. “Actually.. I think it was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“Really?!” He said, a huge smile spreading across his face.

“Do NOT let that go to your head. But, yes.” You sighed. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Fuck yeah. I didn’t know you could fuck like that.”

You smacked him on the arm which made him laugh.

Both of you cleaned up and got dressed. You decided to take a trip across the street to the convenience store where Wooyoung had gone before he had come over for more snacks.

The moment you both got up to the counter, the old man at the register smiled at you with a knowing look. You felt your cheeks get hot, remembering he was the one who sold Wooyoung the chocolate bar.

“Anything else for you two?”

Wooyoung looked over at you and you looked at him. There was a long pause and, without even speaking, a silent decision was made.

“Can we get two more of those special chocolate bars, please?”

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A chill ran down your spine as you followed your best friend, Harper, into the school’s main building. The storm from the night before brought a cold front along with it, making the air even more chilly than it’s normally been since fall started. Shaking off the chill, you looked around the hall, noticing that there were fewer people than usual.

“Oh yeah, y/n, did you hear about the science wing?” Harper asked as she fastened the strap around her umbrella after closing it.

You rubbed your hands together, trying to gain some warmth back into them before looking over at her confused, “I haven’t heard anything; what happened?”

“The whole building flooded, apparently, so they moved most of the classes to different buildings.” She explained as the two of you maneuvered your way down the hallway. However, she could tell by the panic in your eyes that you hadn’t heard anything. Stopping, she turned to look at you with a hint of worry: " Didn’t you get the email this morning?”

“No, the storm knocked the power out in the entire apartment complex, so my phone didn’t charge,” You started to panic a little as you pulled the device from your back pocket, and just as you thought the screen would turn on, meaning that it was dead, “it also reset my alarm clock when it came back on this morning so I woke up late and rushed to even get here on time and—”

“Y/n. Girl, please take a breath,” Harper grabbed your arm softly, making you look over at her, “Why didn’t San wake you up? You guys have chem together.” Her question was innocent, but the mention of your douchebag roommate made your mood sour so much more.

“San, wake me up? That’s funny, actually.” You scoffed, shoving your phone back into your pocket and running your fingers through your hair, “No, he was out late at night, probably getting his dick wet per usual.”

Harper couldn’t help but grimace at your vulgar words, but she knew you were right. San was the residential fuck boy, after all.

“I’m sure there’s someone from your class here, just ask them.” She asked as she looked around the hall, trying to stop a familiar face, but came up blank, and so had you.

“Son of a bitch.” You cursed lowly, looking around the hall once more, hoping by some miracle that you would see someone, but again, you couldn’t find a single familiar face. Then, an idea popped into your head, causing you to look back at Harper with wide eyes, “Harp, can I use your phone?”

Harper looked at the time before turning to look at you with a solemn look, “Sorry, babes, I’ve gotta get to class.” She patted your arm before a familiar face caught her eye, “isn’t that San? Why don’t you ask him?” She asked, pointing over your shoulder, and when you turned, sure enough, standing there on the other side of the hall was none other than Choi San, your douchebag roommate. 

Watching him chat and laugh with his friends like he didn’t have class in twenty minutes made your blood boil, it pissed you off. However, it pisses you off even more that you care enough to get upset. His carefree attitude and his self-righteousness were probably some of his more annoying traits, yet… it was also insanely attractive to you, and you hated it.

“Hey, earth to y/n.” Harper waved her hand in front of your face, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, “Go ask him.”

“Fuck me.” You groaned, and Harper patted your shoulder with an apologetic smile. After a few moments of contemplating if you really wanted to ask San for help, you just let out a sigh, knowing you didn’t have much of a choice. “Alright, I’ll see you later, Harper. That is if I don’t get arrested for attempted murder.”

Harper laughed softly with a shake of her head, “Good luck, girl.” Then she made her way down the hall towards her classroom, leaving you standing there.

Mustering up enough willpower to ask your attractive annoying roommate where your class had moved to. Hiking your bag higher up your shoulder, you turned and made your way over to where he was still talking to two of his friends. Once you were within eyesight, a smirk tugged on the male’s lips, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his letterman jacket. Your mind then started to wonder if it smelled like his cologne that you had grown attached to or how warm it was.

“What brings you here, roomie?” San asked, pulling you from your thoughts. Heat rushed up your neck, warming your cheeks. His feline-like eyes trailed the length of your body, which only irritated you further, seeing as you thought it was a bright idea to wear a skirt.

“San.” Your tone was curt as you looked at him, arms crossed over your chest as you tried with all your might to keep your voice steady despite the heat from his gaze. “Do you know where they moved chem?” The sas in your tone caused both of San’s buddies to laugh; one, who you recognized as Song Mingi, hit San’s arm as they looked down at you.

“Yeah, I do, why? Need help getting there?” He asked smugly, a knowing gleam in his eyes that told you that he was already sure that you did, in fact, need his help.

You inhaled sharply, trying to fight the urge to tell him no and walk away just so he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of knowing that you needed his help. However, you knew that if you did that, you would just end up being late to your class or missing it altogether. So you licked your lips before rolling your eyes and nodding.

“Yes, I do. My phone is dead, and there’s no one else from our class here," you told him, a small glare adorning your features, causing San to chuckle. The sound alone was enough to make you weak in your knees, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach.

“All you have to do is ask princess.” San’s lip quirked into a sly smirk as he pushed himself off of the wall, taking a step towards you. His teasing tone made you wanna punch him in his stupidly attractive face because you would rather be caught dead than ask him straightforwardly. 

Dropping your hands to your sides, you glared up at him, “Fine, I’ll just figure it out myself.” With that, you turned and started walking down the hall, trying to ignore the fit of laughter behind you.

San shook his head before looking back at his friends with a dimpled smile, “I’ll catch you guys later.” 

You grumbled angrily to yourself as you made your way back out of the building, head on a swivel, hoping to spot anyone from your chem class to ask for the whereabouts of the building. The cold, harsh wind swept across your body, and you couldn’t help but shiver.

“You sure today was a good day to wear a skirt?” San teased as he stopped right next to you, his voice making you jump slightly. His eyes trailed along the length of your body once more, noticing the layer of goosebumps that covered your legs and how you were starting to shake.

You crossed your arms over your chest once more, trying to warm yourself up, “what do you want, San?”

“I'm taking you to class, of course.” He flashed you his signature dimpled smile, and you had to turn away as heat rushed to your cheek, turning your face red. For once, you were thankful for the chilly wind. “Come on, my car is this way.” San motioned over to the parking lot before he walked off.

You wanted to just tell him to screw off, but you couldn’t not unless you wanted to freeze out in the cold while you tried to find your class that you would inevitably be late for. So, swallowing your pride, you made sure no cars were driving by before jogging across the street and to San’s side.

San glanced over at you as you walked next to him, the small pout that was on your lip made his hands itch, wanting nothing more than to kiss it off. But he decided against it and just reached over, poking your cheek, causing you to swat his hand away and glare up at him.

“Don’t touch me.” You hissed, turning back to face away from him, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re cute when you’re all pouty.” He teases, pulling his car keys out of his pocket and unlocking his car. 

You bit the inside of your cheek at his remark, trying to ease the swarm of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

Once you got to his car, you didn’t say a word as you walked over to the passenger side, but San was quicker and opened the door for you. You looked over at him skeptically and he just smiled at you with an unreadable gleam in his eye.

“Ladies first.” He mocked a bow as he gestured to the open door, and your eyes narrowed, trying to read him but to no avail, so you just let out a huff before stepping into the car.

San shut the door after making sure you were in completely before rounding the car and climbing into the driver's seat. He started the car and turned the heat on, making sure some of the vents were facing you before putting the car in reverse.

Your heart nearly stopped when he put his hand on the back of your headrest, turning his head to look behind him as he backed out of the parking spot. You couldn’t help but stare as he did so, and noticing your gaze, he turned back around and winked at you in the process. Heat rushed to your face making your ears ring in embarrassment from being caught. San chuckled softly as he threw the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot. 

The drive over to the new building was filled with the hum of San’s car engine and the quiet music that spilled from the radio. Your leg bounced as you stared out the window, the little voice in the back of your mind reminding you of who you were sitting in the car with.

“Did you not check your email this morning?” San asked, glancing over at you just as you turned your head to look at him with a deadpan expression.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you shook your head, “No, the power went out. Which you would have known if you weren’t so busy sticking your dick in some random bitch.”

Your snarky response made San smirk, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel as he turned into a parking lot. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re jealous.”

A scoff escaped your lips as you looked at him in disgust despite the rapid beating of your heart. There was no way in hell that you would be jealous that he was fucking some random girl almost every week. Rolling your eyes, “Why would I be jealous? Who knows what you have.”

Parking the car, San looked over at you with a smug smirk, leaning over the center console until he was inches away from you. Your breath hitched in your throat when you turned to find him so close, wide eyes staring into his eyes.

“Who said I was talking about me?” He quipped, eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes once more.

Your face felt as if it were on fire as you stumbled over your words, none of which made any sense the moment they fell from your lips. San, of course, was enjoying every second of it as he continued to lean closer to you, watching in amusement as you backed away until you couldn’t anymore.

“S-San.” Your tone held a warning as you got ready to push him away, but he reached over to the door, pulling his student ID out of the compartment.

“What’s wrong, princess? You didn’t think I was gonna kiss you, did you?” He raised an eyebrow as he slowly sat back down in his seat.

Annoyance flowed through your veins as he continued to stare at you with that stupid smirk. Your jaw tightens as you unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your bag from the floorboard. Just as you were about to open the door, San locked them, causing you to look at him with a glare.

“What the hell San?”

“I’m going to be out late with the guys, so make sure to leave some dinner for me," he told you before turning the car off and unlocking the doors.

You just stared at him in disbelief, trying to find where the hell he got the audacity to try to order you around. Running your tongue over your teeth, you pushed the car door open, “You’re such an ass.”

San watched as you got out of the car, slamming the door behind you before storming off to the building, not even giving him a chance to catch up. He sighed before getting out of the car and following after you.

During class, no matter how many times San tried to grab your attention or even talk to you, you would just ignore him. Once the professor was done lecturing and left you to do your class work, you quickly pulled out your headphones, hoping to drown out any and all of San’s attempts with music. This worked until class was over.

“Hey, y/n, did you need—”

“No.” Your response was curt as you pushed past San and right out of the classroom because you weren’t about to be stuck in the car with him once again, not after the stunt he pulled before.

San had to bite back the smirk that was fighting to spread across his lips as he watched the tips of your ears turn red any time he got even remotely close to you. Though he knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, not when the two of you lived together.

You did owe him, after all.

—

Later that night, you found yourself standing in the kitchen waiting for the last of dinner to finish up. Watching with tired eyes as the time counted down before finally going off, you pulled the food out of the oven before plating everything on two separate plates and cleaning off all of the dishes that you had used to cook dinner.

Just as you stuck your own plate of food into the fridge, you heard the front door open, and your eyebrows furrowed. San wasn’t supposed to be back for at least another hour or so, you thought. Shrugging, you just grabbed his plate and sat it down on the table before making your way to the hallway, only to run right into San.

“Fancy meeting you here,” San teased, grabbing your arms softly as you pulled away from him. You looked up at him with a half-tired, half-annoyed expression before you noticed that he was alone, which was a surprise.

“We live together, San,” you said before moving to step around him. "Your food is on the table.” 

Noticing that you didn’t have a plate or anything with you, he quickly reached over and grabbed your arm, pulling you back towards him. A small gasp of surprise fell from your lips as you stumbled back into him once more.

“Where’s your food?” He asked softly as you started rubbing your temples, just ready to escape back into your bedroom, not wanting to deal with any more of his mixed signal bullshit.

“I’m not hungry.” 

“You need to eat, y/n," San said before moving down to grab your wrist and pulling you into the dining room, ignoring all of your protests.

“San, seriously, I can eat later.” You groaned, trying to slip out of his grip, but his hold was far too strong.

He ignored you as he pushed you to sit down in the chair with his food in front of it. You opened your mouth to say something, but he fixed you with a stern gaze, and you quickly shut your mouth. Sighing, you grabbed the chopsticks and started eating slowly as San watched you for a moment before turning and going into the kitchen to grab the other plate.

When he sat back down, the two of you ate in silence, and you weren’t sure how much more awkward silence you could take before you went insane. So you finished your bite and went to push away from the table, but San’s voice stopped you.

“So, about what you owe me.” He started, setting his chopsticks down to look over at you, finding your confused expression. “Don’t tell me you already forgot about me helping you get to class.” He smirked, intertwining his fingers together to rest his chin on top of them.

You inhaled sharply as you figured out what he meant. Of course, he wanted something in return. Rolling your eyes, you leaned back in your chair, ready to hear whatever it was that he wanted in return. “What do you want, San?”

“You.” His response was curt, and you almost choked on the air as you looked at him with wide eyes. After a few moments, the shock wore off, replaced by annoyance.

Standing from your seat, you shoved the chair back under the table, “Yeah, no.” You huffed as you went to grab your plate, but San grabbed your wrist, tugging until you were standing next to him.

“I’m serious, y/n.” He looked up at you, and you couldn’t tell if he really was being serious or not. The last thing that you wanted was to become another notch on his belt.

“So am I San. I’m not becoming another one of your little playthings.” You stated, pulling your arm from his grasp and grabbing your plate.

You walked into the kitchen, narrowly missing his attempt to grab you once more, and rinsed your plate off. Annoyance radiated off of you in waves as you scrubbed the plate in your hands; you knew that being anywhere near San would only piss you off. Now, with his outrageous proposition, you couldn’t help but feel a bit upset by it. 

Sure, San was hot and was almost everything a girl looked for when looking for a boyfriend, but the only downside is that he never settles. You’re pretty sure that’s what bugs you the most because even if you said yes in hopes of something more happening, the chances were slim to none. So you just put your pride first and decided that you wouldn’t let it happen despite the growing heat that pooled in your core at the thought of San actually wanting you like that.

You had become so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed that San walked into the room until the water was turned off and hands were placed on either side of your body.

“San—” Your breath hitched in your throat as you turned to find him merely inches away. His grip on the counter was tight enough to let you know that you wouldn’t be going anywhere until he moved.

Looking up at him you scanned his face as his eyes flickered down to your lips once again. Dipping his head down, he moved until he was a breath away from your lips, and you were sure that your heart was in your throat at this point.

“San…” Your voice shook as you tried to back away, but the counter behind you left you little to no room to do so. 

“I want you y/n. Just you.” He whispered, his warm breath fanning your face causing your eyes to flutter, but you fought against the urge to give into him. Placing your hands on his shoulders to push away but he moved closer to you, his lips ghosting over your cheek. “Let me prove it to you, please.”

A whine fell from your lips when his breath blew over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. The small noise was enough to drive San insane as he pressed against your body and moved to look down at you.

“Fine,” You released a breath as you looked up at him with a hooded gaze, “but I swear to go if you’re lying to me.”

San didn’t need to hear anymore before he reached up to grab the back of your neck, pulling you closer. “I’m not.”

Then his lips were on your with an almost bruising force, stealing all of the air from your lungs. A meek whimper fell from your lips as you tried your best to keep up with his pace, but it was impossible. San’s other hand moved from the counter to grab your waist, pulling you even closer, leaving absolutely no space between your bodies.

“San.” You let out a breathy moan as his lips trailed down your jaw before latching onto the burning skin of your neck. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders tightly, trying to ground yourself, but your mind was slowly slipping as San left dark purple and red marks along your jugular.

“Don’t slip away from me yet, darling; we’re nowhere near started.” His voice was husky as his lips grazed over your ear before nipping at the shell, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

His hands trailed down the length of your body as he captured your lips once more, finding the back of your thighs and hoisting you onto the countertop. A gasp fell from your lips, muffled by his as your hands clutched onto his shoulders.

Slotting his body between your thighs, he grabbed the back of your neck once more, pulling you down to kiss him once more. His tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you obey, parting your lips and allowing his tongue to explore every inch of your warm cavern. 

He soaked in all of the little sounds that you made as he continued to play with your body until you were shaking in his hold from the overwhelming amount of pleasure. His fingers danced along the hem of your sleep shorts, igniting a fire in the pit of your gut, and a whine fell from your swollen lips when he moved away.

“As hot as it would be, I’m not gonna fuck you in the kitchen. Not this time, at least.” He chuckled, watching the way your doe eyes stared up at him, a silent plea gleaming in your orbs. Reaching down, he grabbed the back of your thighs once more before hoisting you onto his waist.

“Shit.” You groaned when you felt his hands cup your ass after your legs wrapped around him. The way his scent was surrounding you like this was making you dizzy, your nose buried in his neck as he carried you out of the kitchen. “You smell so good, Sannie…”

A chill ran down San’s spine when he felt your lips press against the sensitive skin right under his ear. He tried to keep his composure as you left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck. There were sure to be marks in the morning.

“Princess…” San warned as you snaked your hand under the collar of his shirt, raking your nails down the taunt skin of his back. A loud gasp fell from your lips when his hand made contact with your ass, the skin stinging from the force, “don’t be a brat now.” He growled, but you only responded by latching onto his neck, biting down harshly, threatening to break the skin. “Fuckkk.” 

San was losing his composure by the minute, and the moment he finally made it to his bedroom, he was on his last strand of sanity. Throwing you onto his bed, he quickly crawled over you, trapping your body underneath his once more.

You looked up at him, focusing on how his eyes trailed all over your face before settling on your lips. His hips were pressed firmly against yours, and you could feel his bulge pressing right against your clothed core. You rolled your hips in search of some kind of friction, but San was quick to halt your movements, his grip tight on your hip as he moved a breath away from your face.

“Such a needy little thing. Weren’t you just saying today that you didn’t want me?” He teased, and your face grew warm as you recalled your conversation in the car, “but don’t worry, sweetheart, as long as you’re a good girl, I’ll make you cum as many times as you want.” San smirked as he took in your lust-filled expression, your hips trying to move despite his firm grip.

“I’ll be good, Sannie, please.” You begged, hands grabbing at his shirt, causing him to chuckle darkly.

He then moved his hand from your hip, fingers hooking around the band of your shorts, tugging the fabric down your legs harshly, leaving your bottom half completely bare.

As soon as the cool air hit your heated center a whine fell from your lips, tears already pricking at your eyes. San watched you intently as he moved his fingers down your navel, slipping between your folds, collecting some of your slick on his digits before pressing down on your clit. A choked moan tore through your lips, back arching off of the bed.

“So wet and so sensitive, aren’t you, princess.” San chuckled as he slowly circled your clit, watching your jaw fall slack. Moving from your clit he traced along your slit before plunging one of his fingers into your warm heat.

“San!” You cried out at the sudden intrusion, tears already spilling from the corner of your eyes.

“You’re so fucking tight, fuck when was the last time you got laid?” San groaned, not missing the way you covered your lower face, and turned away from his gaze. Chuckling, he bent down, peppering kisses along your exposed collarbone, “No need to get shy on me now, darling, plus you won’t have to worry about that after today.”

Heat rushed up your neck at what his words implied, but any thoughts were wiped away the moment he interested a second digit, his thumb pressing down on your clit. Your back arched off of the bed, pressing your chest against his when he brushed over that spongy spot deep inside of your cunt. Taking note of your reaction, San continued to abuse that spot, relishing in all of the lewd, wet noises that were coming from your cunt the wetter you got.

“San– fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You cried out, eyes squeezing shut as your legs started to tremble, the coil in the pit of your stomach tightening by the second, threatening to snap any moment.

“Go ahead, baby, make a mess of my fingers.” San cooed, nipping at your jaw as your high came crashing down, your whole body trembling in his hold while he worked you through your orgasm. Once the high faded, it was replaced with oversensitivity, making you whine, grabbing at his wrist.

“San–” You choked on a moan as he curled his fingers in you once more, a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. 

He so desperately wanted to absolutely demolish you, leave you ruined for any other man, so you had no choice but to come back to him. But he didn’t want to scare you away when he finally had you right where he wanted you. So he decided to leave his more sadistic tendencies for another time.

With one last stroke of his finger, he pulled them from your soaping cunt, causing you to whine from the empty feeling. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, making your body turn into putty in his hands.

“Don’t worry, princess, I won’t leave you empty for too long.” He slurred, lips trailing down your jaw once more before he pulled away to discard his clothes.

Your eyes were glued to his body, watching as he stripped himself. The sight left your mouth watering the more skin he showed. His perfectly chiseled abs were covered in a thin layer of sweat making his honey skin glow under the dim lighting. Noticing your gaze, he smirked, tugging his sweats off of his legs and letting his cock spring free.

The sight of his angry red tip made you swallow hard. Sure, you have been with a few guys in the past, but none of them were this big. Sensing your unease, San shot you a reassuring smile before climbing onto the bed, his back resting against the headboard. He then motioned you over, and you slowly climbed onto your shaky knees, making your way over to him.

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart. We’ll go slow.” His voice was soft as you climbed into his lap, hands tight on his shoulders as you leaned against him. "And if at any point you feel uncomfortable, we can stop, okay?” he asked, fingers rubbing your thighs soothingly. You nodded, but San wasn’t satisfied with just that. He grabbed your jaw gently to pull your attention to his face. “Words, princess.”

“O-Okay.” You stumbled over your words when you felt him press against your bare heat, making your whole body shiver.

“Good girl.” He praised you, hands finding the ends of your t-shirt and pulling it swiftly over your head, leaving you in your bra. You started to rock your hips against his, dragging your soaping cunt along his dick, making him hiss through his teeth. His hands trailed from your thighs up your back until he reached the clasp of your bra, quickly undoing it and throwing it away, letting your breast pop free. “So pretty.” San groaned, hands moving up to cup your soft mounds while you continued to rock against him.

“Sannie…” You whined when he started to pinch and pull at your hardened nipples, another high already close. 

“Fuck you’re so hot like this.” San groaned as he watched you grind against him with fever, chasing another high, your hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly. He then slapped your ass once more, causing you to yelp and your movements to falter.

He then grabbed both of your ass cheeks and pulled you flush against him, another choked moan tearing from your lungs when your clit pressed against his pelvic bone. Using his strength, he guided your hips against his until you were a whining, trembling mess as another orgasm washed over you.

“F-Fuck San.” You choked out another moan as he continued to rock your hips, prolonging your orgasm. Your nails dug into his skin, threatening to break it as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

After a few more moments, he let up on his grip, allowing you to just lay against him, but the feeling of his throbbing cock under you made your mind reel, wondering what it would feel like to be stuffed full.

“Come on, princess, ride me.” He nipped at your shoulder, causing you to shudder, but you lifted yourself from his neck nonetheless.

San leaned back, watching as you rose on shaky legs and reached behind you to grab his cock. Swallowing thickly, you started to jerk him off, earning yourself a low groan from the male, watching the translucent precum spill from the slit before you moved to slide the head between your slick folds.

You whimpered as you slowly started to sink down on his length, head becoming fuzzy from the stretch while San bit the inside of his cheek to keep from pulling you down all of the way. He didn’t want to hurt you, so he let you take your time, for now, watching with hooded eyes as you let yourself sink deeper and deeper on his cock.

You both moaned simultaneously, him from the way your tight cunt squeezed around him and you from the way he stretched you wide open. Tears dripped from your eyelashes as you tried your best to sit down fully, but you were starting to think you couldn’t fit him, making you whine. San chuckled, his hands squeezing your hips gently.

“Come on, princess," he cooed at you, watching you intently as you continued to try and sink deeper. "You’re almost there; you can do it, can’t you?”

You nodded vigorously, eye meeting his with a pleading look, and he tightened his grip on your hips, helping you sink down his length until he was fully bottomed out. He hissed through gritted teeth, eyes squeezing shut from how tight you were, and you let out a loud whine before your head dropped down into the crook of his neck.

You could feel him in all of the right places making your brain turn into mush, even more tears spilling from your eyes. It took you a few moments to get used to the new stretch before you even attempted to roll your hips against his. San groaned at the way your cunt continued to squeeze around him, your pace almost painfully slow, and he had to steel himself so he wouldn’t take over, but his sanity was hanging on by a thin string.

All of your sweet sounds were muffled by his neck as you continued to rock against him. The feeling of his tip brushing over your sweet spot with every roll of your hips made stars dance along your vision. San let you continue your treacherous pace while his hands continued to roam your body, squeezing at every inch of skin he could reach, soaking in all of the soft noises you were making.

Soon enough you were able to lift yourself up before dropping back down, all of your slick making it easier to glide along his length. San groaned as you kept your slow pace, his grip tight on your hip, trying his best to keep up, but he was slowly slipping away.

“Sannie.” You whined as he pulled your face out of his neck, crashing his lips into yours, swallowing all of your noises as you continued to ride him. His hands guided your hips, positioning you into a new angle that left you gasping for air, your pace faltering altogether.

San groaned as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, “Fuck princess, I’m sorry.” He apologized, and before you could even ask what he meant, he planted his feet behind you and stilled your hips before bucking his hips up into you.

A choked moan tore from your lungs as he set a brutal pace, his tip hitting all of the right places to leave you seeing stars. Incoherent moans and cries of his name fell from your lips as your back arched against him. San took the chance to latch his lip onto your chest, sucking and biting at the skin, leaving behind dark marks, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Your hand flew to his head, fingers combing through his hair as he continued to suck on your breast.

White spots started to cloud your vision as you felt your high creep up on you, a loud whine was pulled from you as San bit down on your nipple. You couldn’t even warn him as your body tipped over the edge, your body convulsing in his hold, broken and incoherent babbles being the only thing that came from your mouth as San continued to fuck into you.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned loudly from how tightly you were squeezing around him, and he knew he couldn’t last much longer, not with the way your sweet little cunt was sucking him in, “‘M close– fuck, where do you want me to cum princess?” 

You whined as your head fell back from the overstimulation, your thighs burning, begging to relax. You didn’t even register his question until he nipped at your collarbone.

“Inside.” You whined, and San could have sworn he died and gone to heaven, “I’m on the pill, inside, please, Sannie.” Your begging only brought San even closer to his end, and with a few more thrusts, he brought your hips flush against his, spilling deep into your womb.

The warmth was a new feeling making you squirm in San’s lap, your walls spazzing around him as you came once again, milking his cock for all that he was worth. Your body shook in his hold as you buried your face in his shoulder once more, a strangled whine muffled by his skin.

San wrapped his arms around your body as you both came down from your highs, his fingers tracing shapes on your skin to help soothe you. After a few moments, he pulled your face from his neck, making you look up at him.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, princess, and then we can sleep," he whispered as he peppered your face with soft kisses, causing you to giggle.

So he slipped out of your spent cunt before helping you clean up and handing you one of his shirts to slip on, even if your room was just across the hall. Then, once you were both back in the bed with the lights out, he pulled you close to him, his face buried in your neck, pressing gentle kisses all along your skin.

“God, I love you.” He spoke quietly, unsure if you had even heard him until you shifted around to face him.

Your hand cupped his face gently as you pulled him down for a kiss, this one completely different from the ones before. It was sweet, gentle, and filled with longing like the both of you had waited an eternity to share it.

“I love you too, even if you get on my last nerve.” You smiled as he chuckled and nuzzled his head into your chest. And that’s how the two of you fell asleep, content and happy in one another's arms.

–

The next morning, you woke up to the sun shining on your face. Groaning, you moved your arm to cover your face. The sun never came through your window this early in the morning, so confused, you cracked your eyes open and looked around.

Your heart then dropped when you realized that this wasn’t your room but San’s. Swallowing thickly, you looked down, seeing that you were wearing his shirt. All of the events from the night before flashed in your mind, making your face heat up.

Looking over, you found the spot next to you empty, making your heart sink. You couldn’t help but think of the worst: that he had been lying to you the entire time, and you felt stupid for even thinking that he was being genuine.

“Stupid.” You grumbled as you caught sight of your phone plugged in by his bed. Reaching over, you grabbed it and turned the screen on. Seeing the time, you almost had a heart attack until you saw the date, seeing that you didn’t have any classes today.

Then, your attention was brought to the few messages you had: one from Harper, one from a project partner, and one from San. You debated opening the one from San, but despite your better judgment, you clicked on it.

‘Had to get to class this morning, but there’s breakfast in the fridge. I’ll see you after class, princess.’

Your cheeks flushed red as you reread the message multiple times, hoping that you weren’t just hallucinating. Biting back a smile you typed a quick message saying that you’ll see him after class and thank you for the breakfast before backing out of his message.

Throwing the blankets off your body, you moved to stand, only to have to sit right back down as your legs shook. The tips of your ears turned red as you remembered how rough San had been the night before, and butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach.

Once you were able to stand on your wobbly legs, you made your way out of the room and towards the kitchen, messaging Harper. She then called you so you propped your phone up on the counter so she could still see you as you grabbed your food.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty– are those hickeys?!” She exclaimed, nearly making you drop your plate as you quickly turned to look at her like a deer caught in headlights. “Wait… is that San’s shirt?”

Swallowing thickly, you closed the fridge before walking over to the counter. "Maybe… " you trailed on nervously, and Harper just fell silent for a few moments.

“Wooyoung owes me twenty bucks.” She cheered, and you couldn’t help but look at her with a raised eyebrow, “We bet on how soon you two would just fuck it out.”

“You– what?” You choked on the air as you looked at her with wide eyes causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles, wiping fake tears from the corner of her eyes after she calmed down.

“Girl, please. We all could sense the sexual tension between you two.” She shook her head as you just looked at her dumbfounded. “So… how was it? Pretty good if those hickeys are anything to go by.” 

Your face started to burn once more as you shoved your mouth full of food to avoid the conversation. Grabbing your phone, you walked into the dining room and sat down at the table. Harper watched you with a smirk getting a kick out of how flustered you were.

Swallowing the food, you opened your mouth to start talking, but thankfully, you heard the sound of the front door opening and let out a relieved sigh.

“San’s back. I’ll talk to you later.” You quickly told Harper, getting ready to hang up the call.

“Okay, okay, but I want the deets later!” She said hurriedly before you ended the call just as San rounded the corner.

Seeing him made you shift in your seat a little, and when he flashed you his signature dimpled smile, you were sure you would melt in the very chair you sat in.

“Morning, beautiful.” He walked over, pressing a light kiss on your cheek before making his way into the kitchen, your eyes never leaving his form. “I have another class but needed to grab a snack," he told you as he walked back into the room.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, knowing that he had plenty of snack options on campus and only came back to see you. Chuckling at your reaction, he made his way to the door once more.

“I’ll see you tonight, princess," he told you as you walked out of the dining room to watch him slip his shoes back on. "Maybe we can watch a movie?” He suggested, and you nodded softly, wrapping your arms around your body.

“Sure,” You smiled at him as you walked over, and he grabbed his school bag from the coat rack.

Turning, he grabbed your waist, pulled you flush against him, and kissed you deeply, “or maybe we can make our own.” He teased, his feline-like eyes narrowing as he watched red dust your cheeks, and you slapped his shoulder.

“Weirdo, go to class.” You pouted, trying to hide your embarrassment, but more so how much his words turned you on.

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You received a big embrace from your mother. It was all encapsulating and you let yourself lean into it. Something about this year had been a little bit harder, with an edge that didn’t allow for much comfort. So your mother’s hug upon returning home for the holidays was a welcome relief.

“The roads were okay?” Your mom asked, releasing you from her hug.

You shrugged. “They were okay. Mostly plowed. No ice or anything.”

“Yunho came over the other day and shovelled our walkway for your father. You know how his knees are getting to him now that the winter has sunk its claws in,” Your mother mentioned not-so-casually.

Her intent was not to shoot an arrow through your heart but you can’t help but feel it immediately. Yunho. Your best friend. Your high school sweetheart. The one you left behind for a better life. Still, you take it on the chin and don’t pause a moment to respond.

“That’s nice of him,” You hummed back.

“I cleaned your room,” Your mother began to bustle about in her kitchen. “You go get settled in and I’ll whip something up for you.”

“Mom,” You stop heaving your carry-on over your shoulder. “You don’t need to.”

Your mother turned around, a dish towel already thrown over her shoulder. “Dear, I know I don’t have to. I want to.”

So you hauled your luggage to your old room and collapsed on your bed. Your posters and stickers are gone but the four poster bed was still the same.

You jumped as a crack resounded from behind you. You sat up and screeched. You ran towards your bay window and threw it open.

“Jeong Yunho, we have phones!”

The bastard had the audacity to smile up at you like you hung the stars in the sky. “Hi.”

You sighed. “Mom texted you, didn't she?”

Yunho nodded eagerly. “The minute you went upstairs.”

Sometimes you wondered who’s side your mom was on. 

“Are you staying for food?” You asked.

Yunho frowned heavily. “In what world do I not eat your mother’s cooking?”

You laughed under your breath. “Fair point. Kay, I’ll see you downstairs, Loser.”

Yunho’s face shuttered down for a moment at the old nickname that struck a little too close to home. Then he pasted a happy smile, waved at you and then darted towards your front door.

Fuck, this was going to be messy.

Your mother and Yunho prattled on between each other, in an easy friendship that made your heart hurt. Yunho had been your neighbour and your childhood friend. Your mother had a lasting relationship with your ex because Yunho had remained in your hometown while you had moved away. If you were on the outside looking in, it would almost appear as if Yunho was the child and you were the ex. 

You ate quietly in silence, savouring the nostalgia that came with your mother’s cooking. But Yunho, ever the perceptive human being, zeroed in on you immediately. 

“How long are you staying this time?” Yunho wondered.

You winced. “I have to leave just after Christmas. My work doesn’t close for all the extended time most do. I just took a few days off.”

Yunho nodded but it was in the way of acknowledgement and not in the tone of understanding. Your mother also looked sad at your words. It hurt you to hurt them for not being able to stay longer but your job was also very important to you. 

“Cheer up guys!” You try to rally the troops. “Let’s not think about how long I’m here and instead enjoy the time we have.”

“You’re right, dear,” Your mother agreed, taking away the dirty dishes from the table.

“Mom, you should at least let me clean up!” You stood up to try to intercept.

“You’re my guest! Why would I make you do the dishes!” She protested.

Yunho rose from the table as well. “Let us take care of you for a bit. It's your holiday too.”

Your mother looked between you and Yunho and her face relented a bit. “Well, I suppose I could make a cup of tea and some cookies and watch my show.”

“I'll wash,” Yunho took the lead and turned the hot water on at the sink.

You sighed. “I didn't need your help, Yunho.”

Yunho sent you a bald faced look. “Yeah you did.”

“I'm sure you help enough as is. Mom already told me about you shoveling their walkway. Let me do this at least,” You grumbled.

Yunho leaned with both hands on the edge of the counter in front of the sink. “And whose fault is it that I'm taking care of your family?”

You cursed quietly under your breath. “You want to do this now? My first day back and Mom's finally settled?”

Yunho sent you a long look over his shoulder and then shook his head. “No.”

So you quietly wiped dishes while Yunho washed them. 

If this had been any other day in your past, you both would have joked and flirted and had conversations about your shared interests. You might have gotten into a water fight and ended up kissing sneakily in the kitchen. You might have snuck upstairs and fooled around.

But the tension between you two was almost palpable now. Yunho’s shoulders were tense despite his long fingers gripping the sponge he was using to wash the dishes. You twisted the worn dish towel your mother favored while putting around in the kitchen tightly in your hands. It was almost painful.

You gave up first. “Look, Yun--”

“Save it,” Yunho cut you off. 

You slammed your fist on the kitchen counter. “Why the hell did you come over then?”

Yunho turned to face you, arms crossed over his chest. His forearms bulged where his sleeves were pushed up. “Because your mother still believes we're meant to be and I love her too much to take that hope from her.”

The pain that wracked through you would be less painful as an actual physical wound from Yunho. It must be all over your face because Yunho backpedaled immediately.

“Wait, I'm sorry--!”

The smile that twisted your lips was bitter. “No, I think you said exactly what you meant.”

Yunho worried at his lip, eyes studying you. “I'll be here tomorrow for breakfast. Your mom always makes me blueberry pancakes on a Saturday.”

You pasted what you assumed was a barely-reassuring smile on your face to replace your bitter one. “I'll be here with bells on.”

Yunho called out his goodbyes and then you collapsed onto the couch beside your mother.

“How was your visit with Yunho, dear?” Your mother said almost absent-mindedly as her eyes remained glued to the TV.

“Yunho’s great, Mom,” You replied tonelessly.

“Isn't he?” Your mother agreed with more enthusiasm.

You sighed heavily. “I'm going to unpack and call it a night. I'm tired from the drive.”

Your mother patted your thigh. “Good idea. Yunho will be here bright and early for his pancakes. You can see more of each other then.”

“Goodie,” You said sarcastically and then left the living room.

You tossed and turned when you got into bed, unfortunately. 

It's not like you expected Yunho to have let himself go or look thirty pounds heavier. It's more that you thought he'd lose his shine in your eyes. That was not the case. Yunho looked great, if not better, with age. The beautiful city boys you had been dating didn't hold a candle to your high school sweetheart and that pissed you off. 

That’s when you started imaging those strong hands while he washed the dishes. That angry face that always turned you on. Unconsciously, your hands began to drift up to your breasts. You pinched them and bit down on your lips. You most definitely should not be getting off at the idea of your angry ex. 

Except…

You groped your breasts and then moved your hands down your stomach and under the waist band of your shorts. With the amount of times Yunho had stuck his hands under your pants when you were high school sweethearts, you could easily imagine him doing so. Angrily muttering against the sensitive skin of your neck as he rubbed slow circles against your clit. 

“You thought that anyone else could get you off like I could?”

You twisted your nipple, and rubbed your clit and surprisingly you were getting off before you realized it was coming. You moaned lowly and melted into your childhood mattress. 

Fuck.

You woke up and meandered down into the kitchen. “I hope you made coffee, Mom, because I am--”

Yunho paused midway, raising his fork to his mouth. His eyes racked over the shirt that was falling off your shoulder and your legs bare. “Hey.”

“H-hi,” You stuttered.

“Well, there’s my sleepy head!” Your mom swept into the dining room. 

“Morning, Mom,” You smiled bashfully.

Your mom set down the fresh plate of blueberry pancakes and ruffled your hair. “Did you sleep well?”

Your cheeks heated up as you recalled masturbating to the idea of Yunho’s hands down your pants. “Y-yeah. Stellar.”

“Good, kiddo. Sit, sit.” Your mother forcefully sat you down right next to Yunho. “I’m going to get the maple syrup.”

Yunho’s leg bumped into yours. “About yesterday.”

You sighed in and out. “It’s fine, Yunho. It’s not like you lied.”

Yunho’s broad shoulder nudged yours. You looked over at him and he was giving you the full-fledged puppy eyes. “Still. It was meant to hurt you. I didn’t really want to hurt you.”

“I’m sure I deserve it,” You shrugged. “I’m sure I made you hurt more than that.”

Yunho opened his mouth and then shut it. His eyes became shiney. “Are you good?”

You sent Yunho a watery smile. “Of course.”

“Alright you two, don’t make me have to break this up,” Your mother beamed with a happy smile.

“Now, Diane, how many times do I have to tell you? Your daughter and I already tried this. It didn’t work,” Yunho said with his boy-next-door smile plastered back on. 

Why did you feel like those words meant nothing? Because your mother certainly felt the same. 

Your mother finally sat down and served you up a plate of pancakes before finally putting some on her plate too. “And I’m telling you that you should have gone with her!” 

“And who would take care of you and Dave?” Yunho declined. “Nah. She’s fine on her own.”

The second dagger had been pushed into your chest. 

Because you weren’t fine on your own. Your job was everything but you were lonely. God, were you lonely. You missed the sense of community from your small town. You missed being able to sit at your mother’s table and be fed instead of the fast food you only ever seemed to have time for. 

You missed home. 

You missed…

“Eat, Dear. Please.” Your mother looked at you with love and adoration. 

“Thanks, Mom.” 

You slathered your pancakes with maple syrup and dug in. You let out a loud moan and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “Oh, Mom.”

Your mother smiled broadly. “Still tastes the same?”

“I think it tastes even better than I remember,” You disagreed.

Yunho stood up, having polished off his plate in record time. “Well, I gotta--”

“Absolutely not, Jeong Yunho,” Your mother declined. 

Yunho adorably halted in an awkward position, his knees shaking. “But--”

“I don’t know where you’re about to pretend to go but I don’t have a Christmas tree and you’re about to go with my darling daughter and get one.”

“Mom!” You shouted. 

Your mother pinned both you and Yunho with her searing Mom Glare. The power she held. “I’ll make some hot apple cider and some cinnamon gingersnaps for you to eat afterwards.”

Yunho drooled a bit at the mention of more of your mother’s baking. “Alright, I’m in.”

You rolled your eyes. “Mom, seriously?”

“Go!” Your mother insisted, pulling you out of your chair and up towards your bedroom. “Change and be down here in ten minutes or I’m sending Yunho up there to get you.”

You grumbled but in the dark recesses of your heart, you were kind of happy to be included in this festivity. You couldn't help but wonder if your mother planned this to help loop you into the holidays or if she was simply playing matchmaker once again. 

Knowing you were about to spend an afternoon with Yunho, your pride couldn't help but want to get at least a little dolled up. You had some cute winter outfits that matched going and picking a tree. 

Your mother’s threat, however, was not idle.

“Hey, what’s taking you so--?”

Yunho barged in. It wasn’t that he caught you in an indecent position, you were fully clothed. He must be experiencing some deja vu because he blinked at you, appearing a bit dazed. 

You motioned to your bed. “Just take a seat. I’m almost done.”

Yunho wordlessly ambled towards your bed and took a seat. You finished up at your vanity and turned around on the bench. “Cat got your tongue?”

“I--” Yunho’s wide eyes took in your bedroom. 

Of course it didn’t look the same, he would come to the same conclusion as you. But the amount of times that Yunho had sat down on your bed, in your room, growing up was countless. Having moved from childhood friends to high school sweethearts, some of those memories had to be driving him up the wall. 

You sighed. “Listen, you can drop me off and I can just text you when I’m ready, if you’ve got somewhere else to be. Mom doesn’t have to know.”

Yunho frowned heavily at you. “Why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t want you to hurt anymore than you have, Yunho,” You said softly. 

Yunho blew out some air, riffling his fringe. “Look, I appreciate that, but it would kill me if I didn’t see you while you were here.”

You stood up and took a few hesitant steps towards Yunho. “That’s--”

“Shitty, yeah, I know,” Yunho couldn't help but laugh despite himself. “It hurts either way. So I might as well drink you in while I’ve got you, right?”

Your hand raised as it unconsciously moved towards Yunho’s face to cup it. You caught yourself just in time before you took liberties you had lost the privilege to take a long time ago. 

Except Yunho wasn’t having any of that. He gripped your wrist before your hand fell completely down and placed your hand to his cheek himself. “Please.”

The one word was shaky with emotion. You weren’t entirely sure what he was begging for. 

“Yunho, we shouldn’t,” You murmured gently.

“I don’t fucking care,” Yunho responded.

Between the soft and bitter moment and the next, you found yourself pinned to your childhood bed, with Yunho looming above you.

“This is only going to hurt more when I have to leave again, Yunho,” You protested half-heartedly.

“Please don’t tell me to stop,” Yunho begged. “I will if you do but I really don’t want to.”  

You pressed your lips together and before you could stop yourself, you blurted out, “I rubbed one out to you last night.”

Carnal knowledge filled Yunho’s eyes, the once broken-puppy dog long gone. “Did you?”

Now it was your turn to beg. “Please bend me half like you used to, I haven't been fucked properly in months!”

Yunho raised his eyebrows in question. “Months, huh?”

“Work has been killing me, I-”

Yunho gently pressed a finger to your lips. “I don't want to hear about your work or your new life anymore. I just want to be with you.”

This time you do reach up to cup Yunho’s face, rubbing your thumb softly along his cheekbone. “I missed you so fucking much,” You cursed back at him.

With a whimper, Yunho’s lips crushed yours. He wasn’t voracious but he was greedy. Teeth and tongue clashed in a hurried movement, as if Yunho couldn't get enough of your. His hands held your head in place so he could eat from your lips, dying for the need of a kiss like it was oxygen.

You gasped when Yunho broke the kiss, inhaling air, but it turned into a moan as Yunho’s hand found your breast next. He massaged the globe, carefully kneading it with those long fingers of his. When he felt like he was restricted, his hands snuck up your sweater, circumvented your bra and began to pinch and roll your nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Fuck, Yunho,” You moaned. 

Yunho looked alert, and stood still, waiting to hear if someone had heard you. He sent you a disparaging look at you. “Your mother is going to hear us!”

“I can’t help it!” You hissed back. 

“Well, help it,” Yunho said with a small, confident smile on his lips. He was certainly taking pride in being able to work you up right now. 

You sat up and Yunho removed his sweater. Underneath was a t-shirt but that wasn’t enough for you. You pulled his t-shirt up from out of the waist band of his jeans. You sighed in happiness as your hands touched the skin of his chest. As your hands moved upwards, the t-shirt pushed upwards and you removed that too. 

Now Yunho was sitting on your bed in his jeans and no shirt on and things were getting dangerous. You straddled his lap and pushed him backwards. His hair haloed around his head and his eyes gleamed brightly with the fairy lights your mother had strung up and the happiness he was feeling in this moment. 

“Yunho, don’t look at me like that,” You whispered.

“How am I looking at you?” Yunho wondered, a slight smile pulling at his lips. 

You shook your head and leaned downwards to kiss him again. You didn’t need any of your memories to haunt you right now, you just needed Yunho. You pressed your lips to his like you needed to distract yourself. Yunho let out a little moan against your lips and you giggled. 

You kissed down Yunho’s jawline, down his neck, making him giggle. You kissed down his chest and down his stomach. And when your lips met the waistband of his jeans, it was time for those to go too. You got as far as undoing his belt and popping the button before Yunho grabbed your wrists. 

“No, please, me first,” Yunho insisted. 

You shook your head despite Yunho helping you out of your sweater and bra. “No, Yunho, if you do that, I really won’t be able to be quiet.”

Yunho bit down on his lower lip mischievously. “I’d like to test that.”

“Yunho!” You hissed as your ex shimmied your jeans off your hips and legs. 

Yunho pushed you down again, only this time, he was in between your legs, spreading them wide with those long fingers of his. “You know I need it.”

“You can use your fingers instead--Yunho!” You squealed as Yunho began to kiss up your inner thigh. 

“Shhh,” Yunho sent you a stern look but continued to kiss until his lips met your clothed core. 

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he stuffed his nose into your cunt. His lips and tongue began to move against your lower half and you moaned. You bucked your hips and your hands dove into his hair. It wasn’t long before Yunho’s fingers were hooked around the crotch of your underwear and pulled them away so his tongue could smooth through your folds.

“Oh god, Yunho, wait!” You moved your other hand to bite down on because otherwise you were going to get a whole lot louder.

Yunho didn’t even pause, he continued to lick at you like a damn ice cream cone. And when he was done tasting you, he moved upwards to your clit and licked it. 

“Yunho, please, I’m gonna--Oh, fuck, when did you learn that?”

Yunho gently sucked on your clit and it drove you absolutely mad. First he put one finger inside of you and when the grip on his hair grew tighter, he put a second one in you. While licking and sucking on your clit, he scissored his fingers inside of you, in order to loosen you up. You came with a muffled cry, completely undone for him. 

“Yu-oh fuck-Yunho, I can’t--!!” You hissed as he didn’t let up with his ministrations. 

“Yes you can, I know you can, come on, give me another one,” Yunho coaxed you, well aware of your preference for over stimulation. 

“There isn’t--time!!” You groaned, rotating your hips despite your disagreement. 

Yunho finally listened to reason. “Fuck, you’re right.” 

His fingers pulled out from your cunt. You watched with heavy-lidded eyes as Yunho sucked on his fingers while pushing down his jeans. But only down to his thighs. Just enough to free himself to fuck you. 

Up went your thighs, as you begged, as Yunho literally pressed his hands down on the back of your thighs and kept you folded in half. You whined as you could feel Yunho nudging at your clenching hole. 

“Yunho, please, I can’t--”

“Stop wiggling!” Yunho’s eyebrows furrowed as his other hand seeked to guide himself into you. 

“Quickly!!” You whined again. 

Yunho cocked his head, and his tongue pushed into his cheek. “You’re starting to piss me off,” He laughed and then pinned you with a look. 

You froze, caught in between reality and daydreams. 

“Why are you in such a hurry? It’s been years since I’ve fucked you properly and you want this to be quick?!” Yunho demanded. 

“Yun--wait--I didn’t mean it like--!!” Your words were cut off as Yunho’s body fully pinned you back to the bed. 

“You want me to fuck you quickly becuase you’ve got somewhere’s better to be?” Yunho grunted as he moved his hips until his cock was gliding against your wet folds. 

“You want to be filled that badly by your ex, who you’re just going to leave broken hearted and empty when you go back to your stupid job and that stupid big city?” 

“Yunho, I’m sor--”

“I should just use you as a damn fleshlight and leave you wanting more,” Yunho snarled.

You whimpered as Yunho started to move his hips. His cock was lubing up with your wetness and flirting with your clit but it wasn’t enough to truly stimulate you. That face, a stormcloud of emotions, was enough to get you off, however. 

“How’s that, hmmm?” Yunho continued on his rant. “My cock good enough for you? Doesn’t feel good getting used but not filled up, hmmm? Don’t you want more?”

“Yunho!” You grasped his face between your hands, halting his monologue. “You’re enough.”

Yunho’s tears gathered at his bottom lid, and when the first tear dared to flow down his cheekbone, he angrily wiped it away. “Apparently not.”

“Yunho,” You said his name with the love you used to have, for the way you cherished him. 

“Just--” Yunho breathed in and out shakily. “Just let me make love to you. I don’t want to fuck you. Not here. Not like this. I need to memorize your skin against mine again. I need this for the next few years before I see you again.”

All you could do was nod and then Yunho did exactly what he promised. 

One of your legs was gently let down, the other hooked under his arm, to hold you apart but close. Then Yunho slowly began to make waves between your body, and as his cockhead flirted with your hole, you both groaned as he slipped into you like his cock was made for it. And maybe it was.

Goosebumps covered your skin as Yunho ran a hand up your stomach to cup your breast. His thumb played with your nipple. It was the view of him above you that was truly heart and pussy wrenching. The trails of his tears somehow enhanced his angry and hurt look. But his eyes show with pure adoration for you--and for your body. He leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, sultry kiss that has you shivering in a good way.

Your hands combed through his hair, holding his head in place so you could kiss him back, to show him that you’re here and present and enjoying everything he had to give to you right now. Yunho moaned low into your mouth, and pressed his body further against you. It was as if he needed skin to skin; needed to feel that this was real. 

His nose was pressed to yours. His lips pursed out to apply feather-light kisses. But more importantly, he clearly wanted to make eye contact with you. 

“I was nothing without you,” Yunho admitted. “A ghost, a pale reflection without my other half. I tried my best but everyone kept asking me if I was okay. I wasn’t okay. I needed you.”

“Yunho,” You gasped, your heart breaking all over again and your pussy clenching around his cock as he nudged that good part inside of you.

Yunho’s rhythm started to get sloppy and he scrunched his nose in annoyance. “I was sick for you--this town may be my home but you have always had my heart.”

“It’s okay, Yunho, just come,” You encouraged him, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing a sweet kiss to his lips. 

“This is all I need,” Yunho couldn't help but whine. “I just need you.”

Yunho arched his back, his neck veins almost popping, as he came inside of you. Within the next few strokes as he rode his high, he pushed you through yours, making your toes curl with pleasure. Fuck, but Yunho always knew how to speak to your body--and your heart. 

With the lovemaking completed, Yunho collapsed on top of you, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. You ran your fingertips up and down his back, never wanting this moment to end. But Yunho wasn’t done with saying his piece.

“I fucking loved you, you know that?” Yunho said in a muffled tone against the sensitive skin of your neck.

Your hand raised and fell onto the back of his head, petting his hair down to the nape of his neck reassuredly. “I know, Yunho, I know.”

Yunho leaned back abruptly. “Don’t pull a Han Solo on me, or I swear to God--”

You laughed quietly under your breath. “I love you too.”

Yunho’s face is covered with shock as you use the present tense. “What?”

You stuttered and stumbled, no words coming out. You couldn’t deny what you just said, the words refused to tumble from your lips, less you hurt Yunho some more. So you sent him a sheepish smile. “Yeah.”

A smile lit up Yunho’s face. Just like the genuine one you saw when he threw rocks at your window the night you drove to your family house. Yeah, he loved you. And he was still in love with you.

You didn’t know how it was going to work, or what the next couple days would bring but, you needed Yunho.

“God dammit, Mingi, I said you're left!!” Yunho shouted at his friend as his fingers furiously smashed on the keyboard keys. He had been at this since about noon when he got a message from Sunghoon telling him to hop on.

It was almost midnight now, and the dinner that you had made for both of you had long since gone cold. He had promised he would only be on for a few hours, then he would be all yours. You knew better than to believe him because the outcome was always the same. He’d be on it for so long that you eventually just fall asleep.

However, you wanted to do something nice for your boyfriend, seeing as he had a long week at work. You were going to try to help him relax, but he ran to the animated characters on the screen instead.

You sat on the edge of your shared bed, knees tucked under you as you watched him intently. Watching as his eyebrows furrowed when things took a wrong turn, the way his bottom lip would get stuck between his teeth during an intense match. You could feel the need getting stronger; the heat that was pooling in your gut was now turning into a raging fire.

“Yun.” You called out to the dark-haired male, but got no response. Standing from the bed carefully, you made your way over to the closet.

You were going to save this until you two could finally have some fun together, but now you had another plan in mind. Looking over your shoulder, you could see Yunho was still absorbed in his game, so you quickly and carefully grabbed a shopping bag you had hidden. Peeking inside, you made sure everything was still there before tiptoeing to the bathroom.

With one glance at your boyfriend, you quietly shut the door and started to strip out of your sleep clothes quickly. You bought a cute white lace lingerie set just for Yunho because you knew how crazy he got when he saw you in white.

Once it was completely on, you looked at yourself in the mirror, the fabric hugged your breast perfectly, and the garter belt accentuated your waist beautifully. Your fingers grazed over the embroidered flowers as you smirked. You knew he’d absolutely love it.

Walking back into the room, you were met with Yunho screaming at Yeosang about missing a shot, which got him killed. You had to be quick, otherwise he’d turn and look over to check on you while he was down. Sitting on the bed, you grabbed the blanket, wrapping it around your body completely just as he looked over.

His eyebrows scrunched together as he pulled one side of the headphones off, “Baby, what are you doing still awake?”

You met his eyes with a small pout, “I was waiting for you.”

Yunho smiled softly with a shake of his head, “I’m sorry, beautiful, I’ll be done soon, I promise.”

“That's what you said a few hours ago, Yun.” Your bottom lip jutted out, and oh, how Yunho just wanted to go over and kiss you stupid, but he promised the guys a few more rounds.

“Just a few more rounds and I’m yours, I swear.” With that, he turned back around when the guys called for him.

A smirk spread on your lips as you watched him get back into the match, barking orders. Carefully, you removed the blanket from your body, stood up, and made your way over to your unsuspecting boyfriend.

You waited until he was in the lobby, waiting for the next round to make your move. Yunho jumped slightly when he felt your hand on his arm, his eyes throwing a quick glance at you before going back to the screen. You rolled your eyes before tugging his hand off the keyboard and climbing into his lap.

Yunho hummed softly as he placed his hand on your lower back to steady your body. His eyes were torn away from the screen when he felt the lacey fabric under his fingertips. “Are you oka— fuck baby.” Yunho’s eyes raked your body, his dick twitching in his sweats.

“Yunho dude, what the fuck are you doing?” You could hear Wooyoung through Yunho’s headphones, and you smirked at him. He glared at you as his grip tightened on your waist.

“Sorry, I’m back.” He grumbled as he moved closer to the desk, successfully trapping you between his body and the hard surface. You could hear the boys teasing him as well as feel the heat rushing up his neck as you placed small kisses against his skin.

Yunho bit down on his tongue to keep any noises from slipping as you bit and sucked on his sensitive skin. His eyes were still focused on the screen, trying his best to ignore your little antics. Your hands roamed over his body before finding his hardening cock, palming it softly.

He quickly muted the mic before grabbing your wrist, stopping your movements, and gaining your attention. Your eyes met his dark and hooded ones. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh, which Yunho did not find too amusing.

“Do you think this is funny?” His voice dropped an octave as he pulled your hand away from his crotch.

You just pouted, shoulders slouching, “You’ve been ignoring me all night.”

Yunho had to bite back the smirk that was threatening to spread on his lips, “I told you that I was gonna play a few more rounds than I was yours.” You huffed before moving further up his lap, your core aching for some kind of attention. Yunho watched your movements with a smug gaze, watching as you slowly rolled your hips against his, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. “You’re so impatient, baby.” A yelp left your lungs as Yunho landed a harsh smack against the skin of your ass.

“Yun—”

“Here’s the deal, baby,” His hand grabbed your ass, squeezing harshly, making you whimper, “since you want to be a needy little brat, you’re gonna ride my cock, and you don’t get to cum 'til I tell you.” You whined, knowing you wouldn’t last very long, not in the state that you were in now, but you nodded nonetheless. Yunho chuckled before leaning closer to you, “Oh, and try not to make any noise, you don’t want the boys to know how much of a desperate slut you are, right?”

You shook your head in protest because you both knew how vocal you were in bed, but Yunho just ignored your protest as he unmuted his mic, apologizing when the string of curses from the boys came through.

It didn’t even take two minutes before you were scooting down your boyfriend's legs to untie his sweatpants. The need and lust started to cloud your mind, so much so that a whine left your lips when you pulled his pants and boxers down enough for his hard cock to spring free.

Yunho gave you a pointed look, causing you to mumble an apology. You bit your lip as you grabbed his dick in your hand, pumping him slowly. You started to tease him because it was only fair. After all, he left you waiting for so long, right?

Yunho closed his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the game in front of him, but it was growing increasingly difficult as your movements sped up. Your thumb swiped over his angry red tip, spreading his pre-cum, causing him to hiss.

“Yo dude, are you sure you’re good?” Mingi asked, and Yunho coughed out an ‘I’m fine’ before glaring down at you.

You just met his eyes, feigning innocence, but he knew better than that.

“I’ll be right back. I ran out of water.” His words were rushed as he muted his mic once more, ignoring the guy's protest. He removed your hand from his shaft before pulling you flush against him, “It seems like someone doesn’t wanna cum.”

“No—”

“Then stop fucking teasing.” He growled against your lips, causing you to whimper, but you nodded.

Yunho released you, and you quickly moved back a little bit to slide your panties to the side. He watched you intently as you grabbed his cock to line his tip with your dripping cunt. You slid down him slowly, savoring the stretch he gave.

Growing impatient, Yunho grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto him swiftly, causing a loud moan to leave your lips, fingers digging into his shoulders. He mumbled filthy things in your ear as he rubbed circles on your lower back.

“Now be a good girl and ride my cock while I play.” Yunho kissed your temple before leaning forward to unmute his mic. However, his movement caused him to push deeper inside you, and you quickly buried your face in his neck to muffle the whines. “Sorry, guys, I'm back.”

You slowly rolled your hips against his until you fully adjusted to him. Quiet, breathy moans left your lips as you started to slowly bounce on your boyfriend's dick. His free hand rests on your hip, helping to keep you steady as your pace picks up.

“Fuck, Yunho, I—” You bit your lip hard as his tip brushed over your sweet spot, moans threatening to slip.

As your pace increased, you were sure that the guys could hear the wet, lewd sounds that were leaving your cunt, but if they did, they didn’t say a word. Yunho was enjoying the way you tried to keep quiet, maybe a little too much. He knew that telling you to be quiet was like trying to tell a toddler to stop crying. It wouldn’t work—not for long at least.

So he had a new goal in mind, he was going to make you break and finally release those pretty sounds you make. He didn’t care if his friends could hear—no, he wanted them to hear you. He wanted them to know that you were his and that he was the only one who could make you feel this good.

With that, his grip on your hip tightened before he thrusted up into you harshly, causing a loud gasp to leave your parted lips. Your eyes met his, not missing the sinister gleam as he continued to thrust into you.

“Yun— fuck.” You cried out as his tip kissed your cervix, not really caring if anyone could hear you. The way Yunho’s cock was reaching all the right places felt good—too good to care.

“Dude, what the fuck was that?”

“Was that y/n?”

You could hear the boys on the headset and instantly bite your lip, quieting your noises once more.

Yunho chuckled before moving his mic and kissing your cheek as you continued to ride him, “Go ahead, baby, let them hear how good I make you feel.”

With his permission, you released your lip as a choked moan tore through your lips, “Yun, I wanna cum, please.” You whined out as your movements grew sporadic, your thighs burning.

“Not yet, baby, wait for me.” Yunho’s voice came out soft, making you nod despite the need to cum. “Good girl.” You whined at the praise as your lips latched onto his skin, anchoring yourself so you wouldn’t cum too soon.

“Bro, are you for real watching porn right now?” Yeosang groaned, causing the other guys to start laughing.

“Oh no, I’ve got something way better than porn on right now.” Yunho chuckled before a groan tore through his throat as you squeezed around him. He couldn’t help but become amused when the guys all went quiet, realizing what was happening.

Yunho moved away from the desk a little bit before leaning back in the chair. You removed your face from his neck when he grabbed your hips with both hands, watching with fucked out eyes as he helped you move along his cock.

“Go on, beautiful, let them hear how good my cock makes you feel.” Yunho groaned as you grabbed his shoulders, desperately trying to find your high.

“Yunho, it feels so good.” You whined out as your head fell back, “I wanna cum please.”

Yunho’s dick twitched at your whiny voice, and he knew he was close; there was no way he could deny you when he was almost there himself. He leaned forward, placing harsh kisses along your jugular, eliciting more whines from you.

“Cum for me, babydoll.” He whispered huskily in your ear, and that’s all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, cries of his name falling from your lips like a mantra as he continued to thrust up into you. After a few more harsh thrusts, he painted your walls white, a throaty groan leaving his lips against your skin.

After you both came down from your highs, you slumped against Yunho, his cock still buried deep in your cunt. Your warm breath fanning his sweaty neck causes a shiver to go down his spine.

“YO WHAT THE FUCK YUNHO?!” Wooyoung cursed at your boyfriend, but the older male just chuckled as he rubbed your back soothingly.

“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” Yunho teased, causing all of the boys to start shouting different excuses to defend themselves, which only further amused your boyfriend.

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