sunghoon has always been the distant type. though, when the two of you first started dating you’d sometimes catch him staring. it didn’t bother you until his glances would linger longer than usual.

and yet this familiar pressure—you can feel it right now…

the room feels fresh, your bare body lies on soft sheets, opposite to his presence, which is quite suffocating.

yes, you’ve done this plenty of times, touching him—him tasting you. but the feeling remains—right at your chest as it tightens to his familiar gaze. his smirk pressing against your skin, while his slender fingers slowly massaging between your folds. you shiver to the sound of his sweet teasings as it vibrated against your core.

"desperate?" he softly nibbles at the flesh before peering up at you. who knew he’d tease you this much.

you shake your head, heat striking at the tip of your ears. you can barely keep your eyes open as you watched his tongue lavished the skin less than an inch from where you needed it most. the sight of your puffy folds with fresh saliva dripped from it. the sound of your needy moans, it was all too much.

he kisses at it, slowly letting his tongue dip inside you.

and there it is.

the sight of your cum clinging to his lips— dripping from his chin. a teasing smirk played on his lips, your skin blushed. "do you want more?” you shuddered at his comment, not sure how much more you could take.

"hm?" he tilted his head, a confused expression nearly masking his hidden motives.

"I want more," you gasped, the strain of your orgasm making your words seem tight in your throat.

sunghoon nods a few times, before letting his face fall back between your legs, probing his tongue inside you, tasting your walls as they quivered around the lithe muscle. your thighs closed around his head, a snap reaction to the overload of pleasure, but he simply pushed your legs back open and held them as he continued.

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beads of sweat runs cold on skin. the sweet scent of warm citrus fills your senses as bodies shifts on naked sheets. nipples stinging at the burning flick of his tongue.

"mmh... no going back now, pet." niki cooed, as he strokes into you.

his hair appears slicked back from warm humidity of the two of you. fuck he was practically balls deep, your cunt dragged by every thrust. your clit being teased by the soft circling of his finger, little whimpers as you reach another orgasm. you never knew fucking your ex's friend would be so good.

niki liked the idea...

"please— don't stop," your hands tighten around his biceps, watching as his head hung low; hips rutting into you. it made sense why he was so involved in your life even when you and were still with…him. it never dawn to you that he was the one leading you on. the one who was there when heeseung wasn’t.

to be honest you were starting to miss him, heeseung. it was just a month ago, but it seems as though time has filled you with apparent need. then again, you doubt he wasn't fucking another girl for that time being. you didn't mind though, you began to find him in everything, in everyone. and now you were wincing at the burning stretch he was making out of you. your clit pulsing with each brush of his thumb, you swear it was him, he had pieces of him, yet it was just… niki. his hair barely covering his half-lidded eyes, lips soft and plump as he leans in to lick at your nipple.

you were still yearning for hee, but does he even know that? would he ever? how prettily his lips wrapped around your nipple. his other hand pressing firmly on your hip. it made you jolt as you were coming near your orgasm. his hips twitch. and you gasp. warmth fills your womb, you swear you’d hear niki pleading for forgiveness.

jake has always been…indulgent, you knew this. though you couldn’t help but feel a certain way as chocolate coats his finger…it seems rather sensory, a form of indulgence that is…melting from the warmth of his skin…and like habit, he bores at it for a while…toying with it, just til it’s wasted, his pink tongue brushing over it in a teasing taste…it’s a mess, a mess that kinda reminds you of—

he hums as he tilts his head back at you

you’d fear as much, watching his lips curve into a smile, this was all just a little game of his. but it didn’t stop you from brushing the chocolate off his lips. even so, warmth crept up your spine under the weight of his soft gaze. unreadable with the way his hand suddenly closed around your wrist.

he leaned in, slowly, his lips parting slightly as he guided your hand closer, taking your chocolate-coated finger with ease. his lips close around your finger, slow—too slow. knowing him, it feels like he’s dragging the moment out just to feel you react, your chest rising.

his eyes flick up to yours, heavy-lidded, watching as his tongue drags just enough to clean what’s left, leaving no mess.

you should pull back by now, but you don’t…

you were still caught in his hold, pulse jumping faintly against his fingers where your wrist rests in his grip.

eventually his lips parts from your skin with a feeling that lingers long after before he places a soft kiss over your wrist. then to your neck, a faint warm musk, sweet as it dusts over your senses before capturing your lips, pecking at them for a bit…soft licks at the side of your mouth.

—this was definitely an oral fixation.

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"you're already so wet, cute" he softly teases as his eyes meet yours. you notice how his hair dampens against his forehead. a knowing smirk as his finger slides along your bare sex, no real intent yet...

you never thought friendship could be so...flexible...not until he showed you.

though regret may linger with you, he'd be the one to cherish this moment forever —as if contained in time, it would reveal feelings that had just bloomed. but in this very moment you feel it in your gut, and it feels ....sickening, knowing how tension can led to such a point.

or perhaps it was all curiosity... simply fulfilled, just as your panties were pulled aside with his thumbs spreading you open, before long fingers stretch you out, and your hands ball into tight fists. obscene sounds made by his mouth as his tongue laps and circles your pudgy clit, kitten-licking the swollen bud until your head falls back, your hair splayed out beneath you.

and those doe eyes... glaring softly into yours, ones that once felt so familiar, but now darken with a renewed appeal...

after all..it was your recklessness that tipped the first domino...for it was just a nightly jester...maybe too late in the night —no, it was a need for clarity: in which, the concept of him having a talented tongue didn't seem too farfetched —

a double-entendre that would had soon intrigue him...

and so now its his soft cupid lips, glossed over with his tongue that splits you open...a foreign feeling that felt so unhinged—its almost stupid.

but to him, it was so familiar… —creamy, from the way it trickles out of you, yet bittersweet to the taste.

just like tiramisu.

"hmm, y/n~" he quietly whines near your ear.

poor y/n…you have him clinging onto you this early in the morning, a violation of your peace— or should i say sleep… his leg rests over your hip as he spoons you in bed. a faint sweet, but warm, scent hugs you, his breath heating up the skin of your neck. he lets out a couple of whines, the thin material of your shirt begins to brush against your pebbling nipples with each shaky rut of his hips. the feeling of his fat erection on your thigh, a current reminder of his state.

you had to give him credit… for his persistence, but nevertheless, you choose to ignore it.

though, you caught a sudden shiver to the way he nips at your ear, which started to make you feel a type of way. this isn’t going to last…not when his hand is sliding into your sweats, fingers playing with the band of your panties. you can hear his smirk as he shifts to rubbing you, a wet patch in the making. you softly whimper, moving back against him. he insists… cooing your name gently, kiss-swollen lips brushing against the swell of your cheek. his hand slides forward, cupping one breast to brush his thumb across your nipple.

"shh, it’s okay" as usual, he chuckles at your annoyance.

"you’re doing so well for wonie~”

tsk.

you could roll your eyes at his near-mocking tone… but again, his sweet voice was soothing, pressed against the shell of your ear as he started to taste the perspiration clinging to your skin, hot breath puffing against the hollow of your throat while his fingers slide beneath, skimming through before slipping between your folds.

“fuck— you’re so annoying…” you softly bite your bottom lip, the heat of it melting at core. you always knew his fingers were much bigger than your own, able to reach in deeper and stretch you out more. those long slender fingers swirl inside of you…he’s a pro, with the way his thumb plays with your clit, rubbing it in slow circles.

and it doesn’t take long to give him what he wants.

but when you find yourself on his lap he suddenly acts shy, his arms covering his face … the two of you have done this dozens of times over yet he doesn’t seem to get used to it. despite this, there was a bigger issue tenting in his sweats. you tug them down along with his boxers, just enough so his cock springs free and—

…it's safe to say that you've never seen his cock this hard.

it throbs violently, a deep maroon hue, dripping precum down onto his tummy. in response, he head cocks to the side, the shy boy was no longer hiding… you look at him, noticing your glasses he wears, as he usually does when he wants your attention…but his eyes are half-lidded now, with cheeks filled of a feverish tint — seems like humiliation has gotten the best of him.

…though you could kill the man if you wanted…

but oh…to be stretched from the inside out…

a feeling thats almost anew, as you carefully press his engorged tip along your folds, you softly gasp, shivering up goosebumps onto your skin. the sound of your sopping wet cunt filling the room as you swallow him in. it was easy…oh so easy.

“haa-ha“

instinctively, his hands slide up to grip your thighs as they began to slowly shift in a circular motion.

fuck, he felt so good inside of you.

he stretched you out perfectly, as he hits the spot from each roll of your hip. it was becoming impossible to form any coherent sentence in front of him with the full feeling of his cock splitting up your pussy. you hear his soft little grunts and pleas, eyes watering in utter bliss…or was it humiliation? either or, you didn’t seem to mind —rather your focus was on how much he was really stretching you…and how much you’d last.

.

.

.

“i’m- haa- fuck- c–close-“

he groans out, the sound drawn out and delicious to hear as you cum on his cock, your flesh gripping him tight, practically milking him, forcing every spurt of seed out of him.

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