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Riyo slides up to her at lunch, propping her chin on her hand. "So. What's the deal? Are you really uninterested in our golden boy? I mean, he is kinda, y'know, and he stinks from all the cigarettes, but you could do a lot worse. It's so pathetically funny watching him run around though. Or, I know, you're eyeing someone else?"

"I have anything but a crush on Enjin. You suck at being subtle, Riyo." Woah, eyebrows raised, eye roll and all. "Everybody eyes him and he eyes everybody back."

"Are you dense?" Riyo drummed her fingers on the table, rethinking possibilities. "If you don't like him, what's your type?"

"Har?" She paused. "Bad boys, I guess. They're more fun."

"Enjin falls into that category-!"

She tipped back her head and downed a mouthful of her drink. "And I'm not falling to become another notch on his belt."

"I'm pretty sure you won't be." Riyo knew for a fact that whenever Enjin went out "womanizing" at whatever club/bar/whatever he visited, he dragged her along claiming she needed a break. Apparently her warning that his attempt to get a reaction out of her like this wouldn't work hadn't penetrated that spiky blonde's thick skull. "He doesn't share his cigarettes with anyone else."

"He tries to share his cigarette with me," she corrected. "Sharing is gross."

"Indirect kiss, maybe?~"

"I will take your scissors and cut your hair."

"...no thanks. But anyhow, good luck on the mission with him later!"

She ran a hand through her hair and stood up with a sigh. "He'll slack off."

"Oh, no, never. Never ever if you're his partner."

"I will give you a bob cut."

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Enjin thinks he might pass out from joy and not exhaustion or injuries.

She hissed if he initiated physical touch, whether it be slinging an arm around her or trying to kiss her hand. And she usually told him to go get eaten by a Trash Beast. She looked revolted if he tried to tend to her wounds.

But guess who was holding out a hand for him to pull himself out with, muttering "Don't collapse on me yet, dumbass"?!

"I knew you'd come around," Enjin happily says with way too much undisguised glee. He isn't even that tired (he could run 500 miles on the adrenaline rush when their fingers brushed) or scraped but he's gonna milk it for all he's worth. "Did my charm breach your defenses at last? Are you actually concerned?"

"I wish you bruised your jaw instead of your legs." She gave him a quick once over after retracting her hand irritatedly. "But I'm sure your girlfriends will enjoy fussing over you."

"I don't have a girlfriend. I'm extremely eligible if you wanna shoot your shot!"

"Shut up, womanizer."

Enjin stops short. "Is that why you won't go out with me?"

She stops as well, crossing her arms skeptically. "Why would I want to go out with you in the first place? Keep dreaming."

"Jeez, you only give me a reaction when I was knocked down, and never when I flirted in front of you?" Enjin laughs awkwardly, reaching up to scratch his neck. "It's alright. If I get hit more you'll look after me, right?"

"What do you mean flirted in front of me?" She's taking great strides forward, until she's close enough to - well, it was a distance Enjin had always fantasized about anyway. "And that's the stupidest plan I've ever heard."

"I do a lot of stupid things when I'm around you. It's like instinct at this point." Enjin sheepishly shrugs. "Wait, back to the point, you'd go out with me if I didn't - uh, womanize?"

"Thought you liked "a good woman who's smarter than me, nice sexy body"?"

He was slightly thrown back from the quip - usually she punched him - but immediately bounced back. "I was describing you, really, I promise!...wait, I didn't mean to objectify you either! Not saying you aren't smarter or sexy though! Hey, wait up! I'm serious!"

She lights a cigarette; Enjin swears she's smirking to herself. "So I'm your type?"

"Duh! I can't even get with anyone else because I end up comparing them to you! That's like, really lame, but true." Enjin finally catches up and she - is she - she's actually grinning at him?

"I would've gone out with you long ago, Enjin, if you'd grown a pair and god damn, just asked me outright instead of dodging around other pretty girls and tryna kiss my ass."

umemiya, lying on his back, wore only his black boxers, the fabric stretched snugly over his toned thighs. his usual sleek, slicked-back hairstyle was long forgotten; his white hair fell messily across his forehead, the disheveled strands softening his sharp, handsome features. it was rare to see him like this, unguarded and unpolished, and you found yourself staring, mesmerized by how effortlessly beautiful he looked in this unfiltered moment.

your body draped over his, half of you sprawled on the mattress and the other half pressed against him. your arm rested lazily across his chest, your fingertips lightly grazing his skin in absentminded circles. your legs were tangled with his, your thigh resting against the curve of his hip, his hand occasionally brushing against your knee as if to reassure himself you were still there.

the faint chill in the room made the warmth radiating from his body all the more comforting. you felt every rise and fall of his chest, his steady breathing creating a soothing rhythm that lulled you into a blissful daze. his scent—a mix of clean soap, a hint of mint, and something uniquely him—wrapped around you like a cocoon, grounding you in the present.

neither of you spoke, no pressure to fill the silence. the tv flickered with images and soft sounds, but it was all background noise. your attention was entirely on the way his fingers idly traced patterns along your back, his touch featherlight yet grounding. occasionally, he’d shift slightly beneath you, adjusting the sheet or pulling you closer, and you’d smile faintly, pressing your cheek against his chest.

the sunlight shifted slowly, casting dappled patterns on the walls as the day continued to unfold. the world outside seemed distant, almost irrelevant. for now, there was only this moment—two bodies tangled together, hearts beating in quiet harmony, and the unspoken understanding that this simple, unhurried intimacy was everything.

umemiya shifted slightly, the mattress dipping under his movement as he turned his head to look down at you. his gaze softened as he took in the sight of your face, calm and content, resting against his chest. the corners of his lips curled into a faint smile, a rare and intimate expression reserved only for moments like this.

his white hair fell messily across his forehead, but he made no move to fix it. instead, he dipped his head, his lips brushing tenderly against your forehead. the kiss lingered, warm and delicate, leaving behind a faint tingle on your skin. it was a quiet, affectionate gesture, one that made your heart swell despite the stillness of the moment.

his arm, which you’d been using as a pillow, was tucked snugly beneath your head. his hand slid along your bare waist, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns over your skin. his touch was light, almost absentminded, but it carried a sense of comfort and familiarity, like he was grounding himself in the feel of you.

“it’s unusual for you to not be demanding,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, but there was a playful fondness in his tone. his words carried a gentle challenge, paired with the faintest quirk of his brow as he gazed at you.

you could feel the rumble of his chest as he spoke, the warmth of his breath tickling the top of your head. his comment made you chuckle softly, your lips curling into a lazy smile as you tilted your face up slightly to meet his eyes. the corners of his mouth twitched further upward as he watched you, clearly amused by your rare quietness.

“what? you miss me bossing you around already?” you replied, your voice muffled against his chest but laced with humor. your fingers drummed lightly against his skin, a small reminder that your teasing streak was always there, even in moments like this.

he responded with a soft hum, the sound rumbling deep within his chest. his fingers continued to trail lazily along your waist, the touch featherlight but undeniably possessive. his expression remained nonchalant, but there was a clear mirth in his eyes, a subtle sign of the contentment he found in your quiet banter.

“not exactly,” he returned, his voice tinged with faux irritation. “just curious to see how long this calm facade can be maintained.”his hand skimmed along the length of your thigh, his touch slightly firmer than before, a playful admonition for your earlier sass.

you rolled your eyes at his words, the corners of your lips twitching in a faint smirk. “calm facade? you make me sound so dramatic,” you teased lightly, but the softness in your tone betrayed the comfort you felt.

instead of firing back with another jab, you nuzzled closer, shifting so your cheek pressed against his bare shoulder. the warmth of his skin seeped into yours, a contrast to the coolness of the room. your arms adjusted slightly, draping across his chest as if to anchor yourself to him, your fingers brushing lazily against his side.

“i’m just comfortable,” you murmured, your voice quieter now, more vulnerable in its sincerity. your breath fanned lightly against his shoulder, your words melting into the shared quiet of the room. “you’re so warm, and everything just feels… nice.”

umemiya chuckled softly, the sound low and resonant, his chest vibrating beneath you. he shifted once more, repositioning his arm so that it looped around your back, pulling you closer against him. his hand grazed along the exposed skin at the dip of your waist, his touch tender and affectionate.

“just when i thought you might finally be quiet for once,” he teased back, his voice soft and warm. “now you’re going to shower me with compliments, too?” he leaned down to press a gentle kiss against your temple, his lips lingering against your skin.

you felt his lips linger against your temple, his teasing words settling in the quiet of the room. knitting your eyebrows together, you tilted your head just enough to glance up at him, feigning offense. “what do you mean by that?” you asked, your voice low but playful, a soft pout tugging at your lips. “i always compliment you.”

your fingers tapped lightly against his chest, a small gesture to emphasize your point, though there was no real annoyance behind it. instead, a flicker of amusement played in your eyes as you studied his face, daring him to challenge your claim.

umemiya raised a brow, the corners of his mouth pulling into a slight smirk. “oh, really?” he drawled, his tone laced with skepticism, though the mirth in his expression betrayed his enjoyment of your reaction. “because all i ever hear is you calling me out for every little thing.”

your jaw dropped in mock indignation, and you gave his chest a light shove, though you didn’t actually move away from him. “that’s not true!” you huffed, shifting your weight slightly so you could look at him more directly. “i’ve told you a million times how handsome you are. or how your hair looks good when it’s down like this.” your voice softened as your gaze flicked to his disheveled locks, and your fingers reached up to brush a strand from his forehead. “and don’t even get me started on how much i love your smile.”

umemiya chuckled, his eyes crinkling with genuine amusement at your mock outrage. he captured your hand as it brushed against his forehead, his fingers wrapping around your wrist with undeniable possessiveness. his grip was firm, yet tender, as if silently communicating that he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.

“you’ve indeed told me all of those things,” he agreed, his smirk widening slightly, “always in the aftermath of a heated argument. almost like you’re trying to soften me up for your next barrage of insults.”

a soft laugh escaped your lips, the sound airy and light as it filled the room. the corners of your mouth tugged upward into a sheepish smile, your expression caught somewhere between amusement and mock innocence. you knew he wasn’t wrong—of course you were the one who usually started things. but there was no way you were about to admit that outright.

“well, that’s your fault for starting the argument,” you quipped, your tone carrying a playful edge as you tried to shift the blame onto him. the grin on your face widened slightly, but the slight heat creeping into your cheeks betrayed your attempt to stay nonchalant.

his hand, still wrapped firmly yet gently around your wrist, remained steady as his thumb brushed lazy circles against your skin. his smirk deepened, and his sharp gaze flickered with amusement, as though he could see right through your attempt to redirect the guilt.

“is that so?” he murmured, his voice low and tinged with disbelief.

you rolled your eyes at his tone but couldn’t stop the grin tugging at your lips. leaning closer, you pressed a quick, almost fleeting kiss to his cheek, the contact soft and warm. your lips brushed against the slight roughness of his skin, still carrying the faint stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave off yet.

“yep,” you said matter-of-factly as you pulled back, keeping your tone casual as though your earlier kiss hadn’t just flustered him for a split second. “you’re the one who always gets me worked up.”

you nestled yourself against his chest again, as if to escape the intensity of his gaze, though you couldn’t resist the grin still lingering on your face. deep down, you knew the truth—it was always you who started things, poking, demand things and teasing him until the lighthearted exchanges spiraled into those little spats. you loved to demand things from him, whether it was his attention, his time, or something as trivial as letting you win an argument. and truthfully, you couldn’t help yourself, because he always gave in.

but admitting all of that would ruin the fun— and your dignity, so you stayed silent, feeling his arm tighten slightly around you. he chuckled once more, the sound a mixture of amusement and resignation. he knew that trying to counter your argument was futile. your stubbornness often matched, if not exceeded, his own.

in response, he lifted your captured wrist to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. his lips were warm, his touch tender yet unyielding, a subtle indication that he wasn’t falling for your attempts to dodge responsibility. umemiya shifted slightly, maneuvering so that he could capture your chin between his fingers. he tipped your face upwards, forcing you to meet his sharp gaze.

“oh, i start things?” he echoed your words, his voice laced with mock incredulity. he leaned closer, his grip on your chin firm but not painful, his gaze boring into yours. “so you’re saying that every argumentative moment between us is my fault?” he smirked, the corners of his mouth curling in a way that hinted at his amusement at your denial. his hand remained firmly on your chin, holding your gaze steady with his own.

“don’t give me that,” he replied, his voice low and firm. “we both know the truth, even if you try to argue otherwise,” he paused for a moment, his gaze flickering over your face as though he were sizing you up, before he continued. “you’re the one who starts things. everytime. you get mad, you argue, then you end up crawling back to me anyway.”

you scoffed, pulling back slightly as far as his grip on your chin would allow, a look of mock offense spreading across your face. “you’re imagining things,” you retorted, your voice sharp with defiance. “i don’t start anything. you’re the one who’s always pushing my buttons.”

his smirk widened as he leaned closer, his thumb brushing lightly against your jawline, the touch almost tender despite the teasing edge in his voice. “really? i’m imagining things, huh?” he asked, voice low and dripping with skepticism. “so, you’re saying it wasn’t you who sulked for two whole days because i wouldn’t let you borrow my bike for a five-minute ride?” he arched an eyebrow, his amusement dancing in his eyes.

your mouth opened, then closed as you tried to think of a good response. “that was different,” you finally managed to say, your tone defensive. “you promised me you would!” you added, tapping your finger to his chest as if the action would somehow make you seem more confident.

“and i had a reason,” he shot back smoothly, his voice dripping with mock patience. “but instead of listening to my reason, you threw a tantrum and refused to talk to me until i apologized. sound familiar?” his fingers slid from your chin to lightly trace the curve of your cheek, the touch sending a flutter through you, but you refused to show weakness.

“it wasn’t a tantrum,” you muttered, your voice barely above a grumble. you shifted your eyes away from his, trying to maintain some semblance of pride, even though deep down, you knew he was right.

he chuckled lowly, clearly enjoying your struggle. his hand moved slowly from your chin to rest gently against your cheek, his thumb grazing over your skin with such familiarity it almost felt like a promise. “okay, then let’s move on to the next example,” he teased, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “how about the time you demanded i cancel my plans just to stay home and watch that dumb movie you love for the hundredth time?”

your eyes narrowed, and nuzzled closer, rubbing your cheek down to his shoulder blade, hoping the defensive posture would at least make you seem less guilty. “i don’t remember that.”

“convenient,” he quipped, raising an eyebrow, the teasing in his voice unmistakable. “should i remind you of the time you pouted for hours because i said no to getting you that overpriced dessert you suddenly decided you couldn’t live without?”

you felt your cheeks flush, the memory resurfacing with all its embarrassing clarity. “that doesn’t count!” you exclaimed, your voice rising slightly, a mix of frustration and sheepishness. “it wasn’t overpriced, and i was hungry!”

“you weren’t hungry,” he corrected, his voice silky and smooth, like a predator savoring the chase. “you just wanted it because you saw someone else eating it earlier. admit it.” he leaned in just a little closer, his breath warm against your face, and the way he was looking at you—knowing, unyielding—made you squirm, but you refused to back down.

you huffed, trying to protect yourself from his onslaught of playful accusations. “you make it sound so dramatic,” you muttered, your tone sulky, trying to mask the small hint of guilt you couldn’t quite shake. you stared down at the sofa across the room, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

his smirk only deepened, his eyes glinting with affection that you couldn’t help but notice, even if you were still playing it cool. “drama is your specialty,” he teased, stepping back a little but never breaking eye contact. “you’re a spoiled little brat who gets mad when she doesn’t get what she wants. but—” he paused, his expression softening, the teasing still present but laced with affection, “that’s why i can’t help but give in to you.”

you frowned, trying to hide the satisfaction that bubbled up inside you at the admission by pushing your body deeper against him as if you desperately need to be one with him, feeling the soft material of the mattress shifting just a heartbeat. “you spoil me too much,” you muttered, even as your heart fluttered in your chest. “and then you act like i’m the one who’s spoiled?”

he chuckled lowly, his hand still lightly resting against your cheek, his thumb tracing lazy circles against your skin. your reaction to his words, your flustered denials and stubborn defense, only served to amuse him further, and he couldn't help but take a certain delight in riling you up.

“it’s not spoiling when it’s what you deserve,” he responded, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against your head, and despite the nonchalant tone, there was a subtle undercurrent of affection there.

“and you do love being spoiled, don’t you, puppy?” he continued, the last word laced with a touch of condescension. he was enjoying this, the way you squirmed and tried to hide your reactions. he shifted, freeing his arm from beneath you so he could reach down and give your ass a playful little smack. “deny it all you want, but deep down, you love it when i give in to you. you’re a little princess, always wanting it your way.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his words, the teasing tone in his voice making your heart flutter despite your best efforts to stay composed. “you know exactly what you’re getting into,” you said, your voice light but with a hint of playful challenge. “when you decided to date me, you knew you’d have to spoil me a little.”

his smirk widened at your words, and for a brief moment, you saw that familiar glint of amusement in his eyes. but before he could respond, you leaned upward and pressed your lips against his in a soft, slow kiss—an invitation for something more, an unspoken promise that despite all the teasing and bickering, this was where you both belonged.

you could feel his breath hitch for a moment, then he returned the kiss with equal fervor, his hand sliding up your back as he deepened the kiss with a fervor that matched your own, pulling you closer. in that moment, everything else faded away—no more teasing, no more playful accusations—just the warmth of his embrace and the connection between you both.

his hands roaming across your body in a possessive yet tender touch. his fingers found the hem of your shirt, and began to slowly tug it up, his calloused fingertips leaving a trail of shivers in their wake as they brushed against your skin.

he broke the kiss just long enough to whisper against your lips. “brat,” he murmured, the word more affectionate than scolding. “always getting your way.” he began to kiss down your neck, his lips warm and soft against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone.

you let out a soft breath as his lips trailed down your neck, the warmth of his touch making your skin tingle. but you couldn’t help the mischievous smirk that crept onto your face as you gently pushed his head away from your neck. “as much as i’m enjoying this,” you said, your voice low and teasing, “i think i have something else in mind.”

his eyes locked onto yours, curiosity flashing in his gaze as you leaned back slightly, fingers running through your hair. “and what’s that?” he asked, his tone thick with desire but laced with amusement. you gave him a sly grin, your voice laced with confidence as you spoke. “i want to give you a head,” you said, face too serious than you intend to.

umemiya’s gaze softened slightly, his eyes narrowing as he studied your face for any hint of discomfort. there was a brief silence, the air thick with tension as he tried to gauge whether you were serious or just teasing as usual. his hand, which had been resting on your waist, now moved to gently cup your cheek, the warmth of his palm a stark contrast to the coolness of the room.

he didn’t say anything immediately, his gaze still searching yours, as if he was looking for any sign that you weren’t fully comfortable with your own words. the two of you had always stayed within certain boundaries, keeping things light and playful, never quite crossing into deeper intimacy. while there had been moments when the heat between you was undeniable, umemiya had always been the one to focus on your pleasure, rarely pushing you beyond the comfort zone you two had established.

“are you sure?” he finally asked, his voice low and slightly uncertain even though the glint of desire flaring in his eyes. he knew you were teasing him with your usual playful attitude, but something in the way you phrased it made him pause. he wasn’t used to you making such an open advance like this, and part of him still wondered if you were joking.

his thumb traced a slow, thoughtful line along your jaw, his expression softening as he searched your face. he wanted to make sure this was what you wanted, that you weren’t just trying to test his boundaries or teasing him for fun.

you nod slowly, your gaze steady as you meet his eyes. there’s no teasing, no uncertainty—just calm assurance. “i’m sure,” you say softly, your voice steady. “i wouldn’t say it if i wasn’t.”

you feel his thumb continue its slow trace along your jaw flattered just a beat, and you can see the hesitation in his eyes, but you can also tell that he’s starting to believe you. the tension in the air shifts, softening as he registers your seriousness. your hand moves to rest gently on his chest, a silent reassurance before dancing over his skin to the waistband of his boxer and umemiya’s breath hitched.

“you can see i’m not joking,” you add quietly, the words more to affirm yourself than to convince him. the calmness in your voice is enough to make him realize you really mean it, and that you trust him completely in this moment. his heart rate increasing as he heard the honesty in your words and there was no doubt now. your certainty, your trust, it was all too clear. he nodded, his hand on your cheek briefly tightening, thumb gently caressing your cheek before pulling back.

he opens his mouth to respond, the start of a protest on his lips, but it’s quickly silenced as your hand moves lower, causing his eyes to flutter shut for a moment. he lets out a shaky exhale, his hand clenching against the sheets. and he was silent for a moment, his eyes searching your face for any sign of hesitation once more. “okay, then,” he finally said, his voice softer than before, a hint of eagerness now in his tone.

you murmur softly, your voice tinged with a hint of nervousness despite your earlier confidence. “but… you should teach me how,” you say, your cheeks flushing a deep red. the words slip out before you can stop them, and your gaze drops to avoid his eyes, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

you shift slightly, feeling the heat rise in your face as you nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. this was a lot more real than you expected, and the thought of being vulnerable like this makes your heart race. the intensity of the moment makes you self-conscious, but there’s a quiet resolve in your voice, as if you’re trying to convince yourself as much as him.

“i don’t really… know how,” you admit in a quiet murmur, your gaze flicking back up to meet his.

umemiya’s brows furrowed in genuine surprise at your confession, his expression a mix of surprise and, if you looked closely, a hint of tender affection. he’d always assumed you weren’t fully inexperienced—you had enough knowledge, enough sass, to feign confidence. but now, the fact that you were admitting you didn’t know how caught him off guard.

he reached up to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch tender despite the earlier tension. “oh,” he murmured, his voice thick with surprise. “you’ve never…?”

he trailed off, his mind working to process your words, his expression a mix of surprise and realization. he’d always assumed you were more experienced than you actually were, and now that he knew the truth, he felt a rush of protective concern and tenderness wash over him.

he shifted slightly, sitting up a little straighter on the bed, his hand moving to cup your face for another one time, the touch gentle but firm as he coaxed your face towards him. he leaned in, his voice low and reassuring, “you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with, you know that, right?”

you nod, feeling a mix of vulnerability and desire wash over you. the gentle pressure of his hand on your face reassures you, but the urge to show him how much you care pushes you to be more open. with a soft breath, you shift slightly, moving to lie back on the bed, your body aligning with his as you face him directly.

you reach for his hand, fingers intertwining with his as you bring it to rest against your chest. umemiya lets out a shaky exhale as you pull him closer, his body pressing against yours as you guide his hand to rest against your chest. your gaze is steady, but there’s a softness in your eyes that conveys your sincerity. “i want to,” you say quietly, the words full of meaning as you look up at him. “you always take care of me, always pleasure me… i want to do the same for you.”

the sight of you lying beneath him, your eyes so earnest, your words so sincere, it makes his heart skip a beat, his thoughts and doubts fading into the background as he focuses on you. he’s still a little hesitant, his protective nature making him hesitate, but the softness in your gaze, the vulnerability in your voice, it makes him melt. he swallows hard, his throat feeling tight as he nods, “okay.”

you sit there, your knees pressed together, posture open yet vulnerable, looking up at umemiya with a gaze that makes his breath hitch for the countless time. there’s a softness in your eyes, a quiet trust that pulls him in, but it’s the faint hint of mischief in your expression that sends his thoughts spiraling. his hand trembles slightly as it reaches out to you, his thumb brushing against your cheek with a tenderness that contrasts the intensity of his gaze. his lips part as he swallows hard, trying to steady himself, his usual composure teetering on the edge.

“you don’t have to swallow, okay?” his voice is low, husky, and filled with concern, his protective nature breaking through even in a moment like this. you lean into his touch, the warmth of his palm grounding you as your eyes meet his. “i know,” you whisper, your voice soft but unwavering.

his jaw tightens, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face—desire, hesitation, and an overwhelming need to take care of you. “i mean it, baby,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing along your jawline, his touch feather-light. “don’t push yourself. i just—”

you cut him off with a small smile, your hand coming up to rest over his. “haji,” you say softly, your tone filled with warmth, “i want this. i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t.” umemiya’s breath stuttered slightly as you cut him off, his mind suddenly racing with a mixture of emotions. your hand on his, your soft voice, the gentle smile on your face—it all made his heart ache, his protective instincts warring with his desire.

he hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours, as if trying to see past your reassurances and read the truth in your gaze. but there was no hint of doubt, no hint of hesitation. just trust and affection, and the genuine desire that he so often saw in your eyes.

his blue eyes darken with desire as he gazes down at you, drinking in the sight of your nearly bare form. the air between you feels charged, electric with tension and unspoken want. he takes a shuddering breath, trying to maintain some semblance of control even as his body responds eagerly to your proximity.

slowly, almost reverently, his large hands come to rest on your shoulders, thumbs tracing idle patterns on your skin. “i know you do, sweetheart. but i need you to understand, baby, that your comfort, your pleasure— they’re my top priority. always.“ one hand slides into your hair, cupping the back of your head gently as he leans in closer. his lips hover just above yours, not quite touching, his warm breath mingling with your own. “if anything feels uncomfortable or scary, you tell me right away.”

you nod slowly, your eyes locked with his, seeing the depth of emotion swirling in those blue depths. his words wash over you, a soothing balm to any lingering nerves. you trust him completely, knowing he would never push you beyond what you’re ready for.

your hands come to rest on his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath his smooth skin. slowly, hesitantly, you start to trail your fingers downward, mapping the contours of his torso. “i trust you, haji,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. “with everything.”

emboldened by his gentle encouragement, you lean forward, pressing a soft kiss to the base of his throat. you can feel his pulse jumping beneath your lips, his quickening heartbeat matching your own. your tongue darts out, tasting his skin, savoring the flavor of him before closing the distance to his lips.

a low groan escapes him as your lips meet his, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. his arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his body as he kisses you back with fervent intensity. one hand tangles in your hair, holding you close, while the other roams the curve of your spine, fingertips skimming the sensitive skin where your crop top rides up.

when you finally break apart, both of you are breathing heavily, chests heaving against each other. his eyes are dark with lust, pupils blown wide, but there’s still that underlying current of tender care in his gaze as he looks down at you. “you’re doing so well, baby,“ he praises softly, his voice rough with desire. “just like that.”

his hips shift subtly, drawing attention to his growing arousal straining against the confines of his boxers. you look down and your eyes widen slightly as you notice the prominent bulge tenting his boxers, a thrill of excitement and nervousness coursing through you. you lick your suddenly dry lips, heart pounding in your ears as you reach out a trembling hand.

hesitantly, you brush your fingertips along the length of him, marveling at the heat and hardness beneath the thin fabric. you glance up at him from under your lashes, seeking reassurance in his expression. “like this, baby?“ you breathe, your voice small but curious.

encouraged by his earlier praise and the way he’s watching you intently, you become bolder. you hook your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slowly, teasingly tug them down inch by inch, revealing more of his pale skin and the trail of happytrail leading downwards. a sharp hiss escapes his teeth as cool air hits his exposed flesh, his cock springing free, already fully erect and flushed a deep red. his abs clench involuntarily under your touch, muscles rippling as he fights to keep still and let you explore at your own pace.

“fuck,” he groans, voice strained with pleasure. one hand comes down to cover yours on his hip, guiding you as you pull his boxers lower. “you’re being so good for me, baby.”

once his boxers hit the floor, he kicks them aside impatiently, now fully nude before you. his impressive length juts out proudly, the swollen head already glistening with precum. he’s bigger than average, thick and long, and you can see every vein and ridge clearly defined against his pale skin.

your eyes widen as you take in the sight of him, fully revealed and aroused before you. a shaky exhale leaves your lips as you drink in every detail— the heavy weight of his balls, the thick shaft pulsing with need, the pearl of moisture bead at the tip. it’s intimidating in its size, but also beautiful in its raw masculinity. you never saw a cock in your life, and you glad the first time you did was your boyfriend’s cock with his massive length.

tentatively, you wrap your small hand around his girth, marveling at the silky steel feel of him. your fingers don’t quite meet around his thickness and you give a tentative stroke, watching in fascination as more precum leaks out at the contact. looking up at him through your lashes, you lean in, your hot breath ghosting over his sensitive skin. “haji...“ you breathe, your voice a needy whimper. “what. . . what should i do next?”

his breath catches in his throat as your small hand wraps around his aching cock, the contrast of your delicate fingers against his throbbing hardness sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. he has to bite back a moan, not wanting to overwhelm you with the intensity of his reactions.

at your breathy question, he looks down at you with hooded eyes dark with lust, but also filled with tender affection. “shhh, it’s okay baby,” he soothes, one hand coming up to cup your cheek. “we’ll take this nice and slow.” he guides your hand in a slow, firm stroke from base to tip, showing you the rhythm.

“just like that, sweetheart. use your hand however feels natural.” his other hand tangles in your hair, not pushing, just resting there as if to anchor himself.

you follow his guidance, stroking him with a gentleness that belies the fire building inside you. your thumb swirls around the weeping tip, smearing the slick fluid and easing the glide of your fist along his shaft. you watch, transfixed, as his cock pulses and twitches in your grip, the velvety skin sliding smoothly over the rigid core.

a shudder runs through him at your words, his cock jerking in your hand as if reaching for your mouth. he looks down at you, eyes blazing with desire but also filled with a deep, protective tenderness. “oh god yes, baby,” he breathes, voice husky with need. “i’d love nothing more than to feel that pretty mouth on me.”

as you work him, you lean in closer, nuzzling into the juncture of his thigh and hip. before you place open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin there, to taste the salt of his sweat and something uniquely him, you stop mid air, look up to him as a question roll down from between your lips, “can i taste you?”

“whenever you are ready and just use your mouth on me, sweetheart,“ he coaxes softly, voice rough with need. “lick and suck wherever you feel comfortable. don’t worry about technique right now— just want to feel your lips on me.”

one hand slides from your hair to the back of your neck, not pushing, just resting there in a gentle caress. the other hand remains splayed across your lower back, holding you close. “but remember, we go at your pace, okay? if it’s too much, just say the word and we stop. ’m here to make you feel good too.” he shifts his stance slightly, giving you better access to his straining erection. he looks down at you, his blue eyes blazing with hunger but also shining with adoration. slowly, giving you all the time in the world to change your mind, his impressive length juts out mere inches from your face, the musky scent of his arousal filling your nostrils.

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you gaze upon his magnificent manhood. with a final glance up at him for reassurance, you lean in, dragging the flat of your tongue along the underside of his shaft from base to tip in one long, slow lick. the taste of him explodes across your senses— salty and musky and distinctly male. you moan softly at the flavor, the vibrations humming against his sensitive flesh.

a guttural moan tears from his throat as your warm, wet mouth engulfs him, his hips bucking forward involuntarily to push himself deeper. “f-fuck, your mouth feels incredible,” he gasps out, one hand fisting in your hair while the other grips your shoulder. he’s trying to hold back, to let you set the pace, but the sensation of your lips and tongue exploring him is almost overwhelming.

emboldened by his soft groan, you part your lips and take just the swollen head into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it to lap up the copious precum beading there. you savor the unique flavor, letting it coat your taste buds as you gently suckle. your hand continues its slow pump along his shaft as you work just the tip, setting a steady rhythm. you hollow your cheeks slightly, increasing the pressure, before releasing him with a wet pop.

his cock throbs against your palate, the thick veins pulsing with each heartbeat. when you release him, a string of saliva connects your bottom lip to his spit-slick tip. he looks down at you with eyes blown wide with lust, pupils nearly swallowing the blue irises. his chest heaves with ragged breaths, a light sheen of sweat making his pale skin glisten.

“that’s it baby, just like that,” he praises breathlessly, voice strained with pleasure. “you’re doing so well, taking me so nicely. such a good girl for me.” his hand in your hair tightens slightly, not pulling, yet.

he’s trembling with the effort of holding back, of letting you control the pace despite his body’s desperate urge to thrust. a low, drawn-out groan rumbles in his chest as you continue your ministrations, the dual sensations of your hand pumping his shaft and your mouth working his sensitive tip driving him wild with pleasure. his abdominal muscles flex and jump beneath his skin, a visible testament to how hard he’s fighting to maintain control.

you relax your jaw as instructed, allowing him to slide deeper into the warm, welcoming cavern of your mouth. you take a moment to adjust, breathing steadily through your nose as he suggested. then, emboldened by his praise and the obvious effect you’re having on him, you begin to bob your head, taking him incrementally deeper with each downward motion.

“if it helps, try relaxing your jaw a bit more,” he suggests hoarsely. “and don’t forget to breathe through your nose. take as much as you’re comfortable with, no rush.” he looks down at you, expression softening despite the intense lust darkening his eyes, drinking in the erotic sight of your lips stretched around his girth, your cheeks hollowing as you suck.

the obscene wet sounds fill the room, mixing with his grunts and moans of bliss. one hand cradles the back of your head almost reverently while the other traces the line of your jaw, feeling where his cock disappears past your lips. “you look so beautiful like this, worshipping my cock with your sweet mouth. i’m so lucky to have you.” his expression softening despite the haze of lust. he rolls his hips subtly, not thrusting but just grinding shallowly against your mouth, seeking more of that exquisite friction.

your tongue works along the underside of his shaft as you move, tracing the prominent vein there. you can feel him pulsing against your palate, growing even harder as you stimulate him. the musky scent of his arousal fills your nostrils, the taste of his skin coating your tongue. you bring your free hand up to fondle his heavy balls, rolling them gently in their sack. and he sees stars. his thighs tremble, muscles jumping and flexing as he fights to stay upright. pre-cum flows freely now, coating your tongue and making the glide easier. the obscene slurping noises seem to echo in the charged air between you. you can feel them drawing up tighter as your ministrations intensify, signaling his growing excitement.

“baby, if you keep this up, i won’t last much longer," he warns, voice raw with need. his hands tangle in your hair, gripping tightly enough to sting deliciously as he holds on for dear life. every muscle in his powerful body is pulled taut, coiled tight with impending release. the tendons in his neck stand out in sharp relief as he throws his head back, exposing the elegant column of his throat.

a strangled cry escapes him as you take him deeper, his head falling back as he loses himself to the incredible sensations. his hips start to rock subtly, matching the bobbing of your head, pushing himself further into the wet heat of your mouth. “oh fuck, oh god, y-yes, just like that,” he pants out, voice breaking on a particularly high note as your tongue traces that sensitive vein.

“you’re going to make me cum if you keep sucking me like that,” he grits out between clenched teeth, hips stuttering erratically as he tries to hold back. a fine tremor runs through him, his whole body thrumming with tension. the hand on your shoulder slides down to grip your upper arm, squeezing almost desperately.

“last chance to pull off if you don’t want me to finish in your mouth,” he manages to get out, words punctuated by harsh pants and groans. knowing it was your first time ever sucking a cock, he didn’t want to overwhelm you.

you double down, determined to bring him to completion. you relax your throat and take him to the hilt, burying your nose at the base of his cock. you swallow around him, massaging his length with the rippling muscles of your esophagus. the bulbous head pushes against the entrance to your stomach, stretching you impossibly full.

at the same time, you increase the pressure and speed of your hand by stroking what isn’t in your mouth, twisting slightly on the upstroke.

you look up at him, eyes watering slightly from the depth but filled with determination and desire. you want to taste him, to feel him pulse and twitch as he spills down your throat. a roar of ecstasy tears from his throat as you take him to the hilt, the head of his cock lodging firmly in your throat. his eyes roll back, fluttering shut as pure, unadulterated bliss crashes over him. “fuuuck! your throat... it’s squeezing me so tight!” he bellows, voice echoing off the walls.

his hips surge forward, burying himself as deep as physically possible. the hand in your hair becomes almost painful in its grip as he holds you in place, grinding against your face. tears stream down his cheeks from the intensity of it all, muscles straining and quivering with the force of his impending climax.

he continues to grind against your face, riding out the intense sensations. his grip on your hair loosens slightly but he keeps you in place, ensuring you take every last drop. the taste floods your senses— salty and slightly bitter, with an underlying muskiness that's uniquely him.

your other hand moves from his balls to rub firm circles over his perineum, applying just the right amount of pressure to heighten his pleasure without being too much. and apparently, it’s the final straw for umemiya. with a guttural shout of your name, he comes undone. his cock pulses violently as he starts to come, thick ropes of hot seed shooting directly down your throat. his whole body convulses, back arching sharply as wave after wave of mind-numbing pleasure crashes over him. “cumming! fuck, i’m cumming so hard!” he roars, voice cracking with the force of his release.

as the initial peak subsides, he starts to thrust shallowly, chasing the aftershocks. each twitch and pulse of his spent cock sends little jolts of pleasure through him, drawing out his orgasm.

you swallow rapidly, working to gulp down every drop of his release. some leaks out the corners of your stretched lips, dribbling down your chin obscenely. you continue to suck and lick, coaxing out every last shudder and twitch until he's completely spent. as he starts to come down, you slowly ease off his still hard cock. you sit back on your heels, looking up at him with a satisfied smile, despite the mess on your face. your jaw aches pleasantly and your throat feels used in the best way.

umemiya’s body is still trembling, his eyes closed as he struggles to catch his breath. his chest rises and falls heavily, each inhale a ragged gasp as he tries to recover. his hands clutch the sheets, his fingers clenching and unclenching as the aftershocks still shudder through him.

he can feel your gaze on him, his eyes opening slightly to see you looking up at him with a satisfied smile on your face. his brain is still fuzzy and dazed, his thoughts sluggish as he takes in the sight of you—messy-haired and messy-mouthed, your jaw sore and your throat raw, your swollen lips, the satisfied and slightly mischievous look in your eyes.

he swallows hard, his throat feeling dry, and he reaches out to gently cup your chin, his thumb brushing lightly over your lower lip. “fuck, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, his voice low and thick.

umemiya’s gaze softens as his thumb gently taps your chin, his breath still shaky from the intensity of the moment. he watches you closely, his fingers lingering on your skin, his mind racing but struggling to catch up with the surge of emotions flooding him. the aftershocks of what just happened seem to reverberate through him, and even in his dazed state, there’s one question that nags at him.

his voice is still hoarse when he speaks, low and full of uncertainty. “did you—did you swallow it all?” his eyes flicker to your lips, a slight tension in his expression, almost like he’s bracing for the answer.

you meet his gaze, and a slow, mischievous smile curls on your swollen lips, your eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and playfulness. instead of answering with words, you open your mouth slightly, just enough for him to see, and let the faint trace of what’s left linger on your tongue.

his breath catches in his throat, the sight of it making his heart race again. he stares at you, his thumb still resting on your chin, the world around him feeling blurry and unreal. the control he thought he had slips further away, replaced by the intensity of the moment.

“god,” he mutters, his voice thick with both disbelief and admiration, “you’re something else. i told you, you don’t have to baby.” you close your mouth, your smile widening at his reaction, enjoying the effect you have on him. there’s a quiet power in the way you’re able to leave him speechless, and it only makes you want to push him further.

“you told me not to,” you tease softly, your voice is a playful lilt. “and i just can’t help it but curious with how you taste.”

umemiya’s throat worked, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard at the sight of your tongue, the evidence of what you just did clearly visible on your lips. he let out a shaky exhale, his hand gripping your chin just a little bit tighter, his thumb tracing a line over your lip as if he couldn’t help himself.

hearing you admit how curious you were made something shiver through him, a mix of arousal and disbelief and a thousand other emotions he didn’t have the brain power to process right now. “you’re killing me,” he murmured hoarsely as he tugged you closer, pulling you up so you were straddling him once again. he leaned back on the bed, his gaze never leaving your face, his hands moving to grip your hips, his thumbs tracing slow, circular patterns over your skin.

“you’re so goddamn stubborn,” he grumbled, his voice still roughened, but his expression a mixture of awe and desire. “never follow my advice, do you?”

you hum softly, the satisfied smile never leaving your lips as you lean closer, feeling his breath hitch in anticipation once you straddle his waist. your hand moves to cup his cheek, your thumb grazing over his skin gently, the touch almost tender despite the fire between you both. your heart pounds as you lean down, just enough to let your lips hover over his, the warmth of your breath mingling.

with a quiet laugh, you close the distance, your lips pressing against his with a slow, deliberate kiss. you part your lips just enough, sliding your tongue inside, the action deliberate as you let him taste the remnants of what he’d left on you. his breath catches at the sensation, and you smile against his lips as you pull back slightly to look into his eyes.

“i never said i would,” you tease softly, the words almost a whisper. “but you didn’t tell me not to enjoy it either.”

umemiya’s grip tightens on your hips, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he pulls you closer again, desperate for more. his thumb slides along your skin with more urgency now, a sharp contrast to the tenderness of your kiss. the mix of his desire and disbelief floods his senses, and he’s left breathless, struggling to keep his composure as you continue to tempt him with your every move.

“fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters again, his voice thick with desire, as he deepens the kiss, unable to resist you any longer.

umemiya’s hand slides up from your hips, his touch a mixture of gentle and rough, his fingers gripping your sides tightly as if he’s trying to steady himself. his breath hitches against your lips as he feels the weight of your body against his, the way you deliberately move against him igniting a fire in his chest.

“i love you,” he mutters between breaths, his voice hoarse and gruff, filled with both desire and frustration as you continue to tease him. “god, i love you so goddamn much.”

you feel the weight of his words, the heat in his voice sending a thrill through you as you press closer, your body moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. you can sense the tension building in him, the way he's holding onto you like he's trying to keep himself together, but barely managing to do so.

you pull back just enough to meet his gaze, your eyes playful but filled with something deeper, something that mirrors his own intensity. a smile tugs at your lips, and you tilt your head slightly, your voice low and teasing as you speak.

“am i doing a good job for a first timer?” you ask, your words dripping with just the right amount of playful innocence, your fingers brushing along his jawline. the question is laced with both mischief and a knowing challenge, as if you’re daring him to admit the truth.

umemiya lets out a shaky exhale as he looks up at you, his eyes dark and heated as he takes in your smirk, the way you’re teasing him again, always pushing him to lose control.

he swallows hard, his jaw tensing under your touch, his grip on your waist tightening. his brain is already starting to feel mushy again, your words and your touch sending a surge of arousal through him. “you’re a fast learner,” he finally manages to reply, his voice a low rumble.

you hum softly, a satisfied sound that lingers in the air as you pull back just slightly. your fingers tap gently against his bare chest, teasing him with the lightness of your touch before you slowly slide off him, your movements deliberate and calculated. as you make your way down, you glance back up at him with a playful smirk, your eyes gleaming with a knowing look. “maybe you should put your boxers back on,” you suggest casually, the tone of your voice playful but with just a hint of challenge. your gaze lingers on him for a moment, clearly enjoying the effect your words have on him.

the air between you is thick with tension, your smile widening as you watch him, knowing he’s trying to keep his composure. leaning back slightly on your hands with a quiet chuckle as if you’re savoring the moment of control, gazing down to his still semi-hard cock.

umemiya lets out a shaky exhale as you slide off him, his hand instinctively reaching out to grab your arm, as if reluctant to let you go. his skin is on fire and he’s achingly hard again as you look back at him, your eyes gleaming with that playful smirk that drives him absolutely insane.

and when you suggest he put his boxers back on, his eyes darken, his hand reflexively clenching the bedsheets. he’s already starting to lose his composure, his breaths coming out ragged and shaky.

“you don’t wanna continue?” he asks, his voice rough and low.

“why’d you have to stop?” he asks again, his words sounding more like a plea than he would’ve liked. his eyes are dark, his expression a mixture of desire and vulnerability as he gazes up at you, his body tense and rigid with unmet needs.

he leans forward slightly, a hand reaching out to grab your hip, his grip firm as if trying to pull you back towards him before rolling you around. “i’m not done,” he murmurs huskily. “i need you.”

you bite your lip, barely able to contain the surprise that flutters through you at his sudden move. your breath catches in your throat as his hands quickly slip beneath your knees, tugging you closer to him with a strength that leaves your heart pounding. your face flushes as he hovers over you, his hungry gaze never leaving yours, and the air between you thickens with tension.

“oh, really?” you murmur back, your voice low, teasing, yet unable to fully mask the shiver that runs through you at the closeness of his body. his grip tightens, pulling you even closer as his eyes darken, and you can’t help the way your heart races, your body betraying you as you respond to him, both eager and hesitant.

umemiya lets out a soft growl as he hovers over you, his hands sliding up your sides, his touch rough but tender at the same time. “really,” he grumbles, his voice low and gruff as he takes in your flushed face, the way your breath hitches in your throat.

he can feel you shivering underneath him, your body responding to him in ways that he knows you can’t fully control. it only makes him crave you more, driving him wild with a hunger that’s quickly spiraling out of control. his eyes rake over your face, taking in every little detail before he finally speaks again

“you look so goddamn beautiful like this,” he mutters, his voice low and gravelly as he trails his fingers over your collarbone. his touch is a mix of gentle and rough, a contradiction that mirrors the war of emotions inside him.

he leans down, his mouth ghosting over your skin, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. “i need to touch you,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips as he moves lower, his lips leaving a trail of burning kisses down your throat.

you shiver at his words, the intensity of his touch sending heat rushing through you. your voice barely a whisper, but it’s all he needs to hear. “i need you to,” you breathe out, your hands reaching up to pull him closer, fingers threading through his hair as you wrap your arms around his neck making umemiya feels a thrill run through him. your fingers threading through his hair, your arms wrapping around his neck. he can feel the desire radiating off of you, the way you respond to his touch, his kisses.

the moment your words sink in, you see the smirk tug at the corner of umemiya’s lips, and you know he’s in control now. without a word, he pulls the blanket over both of you, enveloping you in darkness and warmth. the world outside fades away, leaving just the two of you, hidden beneath the soft fabric, your bodies pressed closer together, every touch more desperate than the last.

his hands roam over your body, tracing the curves of your waist, your hips, your thighs, each touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. his mouth moves down your chest, his kisses growing more urgent, more demanding, as he sucks and nips at your skin, leaving a trail of marks in his path.

he can feel you trembling under him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as his hands and mouth explore your body. he knows he should slow down, take his time. but the need inside him is too fierce, too powerful to deny. he wants you too damn badly.

Hyunjae is the type of boyfriend who will do everything he can to make sure you're happy and healthy. If you get sick, he will be there to take care of you, even if it means nagging you to take your medicine or eat your vegetables. He will stay by your side until you feel better, and he will do whatever it takes to make you feel comfortable. So if you're dating Hyunjae, be prepared to hear a lot of unsolicited advice. But also be prepared to be taken care of. He's a great boyfriend, and he will always be there for you.

Hyunjae is a sweet and funny guy. He has a great sense of humor, and he always makes you laugh. You love to tell him jokes, and he always laughs at them. He loves the way you make him laugh, and it's one of the things he loves most about you. You always make his day better. When he's feeling down, you can always make him laugh. You know just what to say to make him smile. He loves the way you make him feel, and he's so grateful to have you in his life.

He may act like your mom sometimes, but he's still a big baby at heart. He whines to get your attention, and he loves holding your soft hand. When he's with you, he always has a big smile on his face. You can see it in his eyes when he looks at you. There's a kind of trust and love there that you just can't find anywhere else. He knows that you'll always be there for him, no matter what. He loves to be held and cuddled, and he always wants to be close to you. He's like a little security blanket, and you feel safe and warm when he's in your arms.

He hates to see you cry as much as he hates bugs. When he sees you crying, he immediately starts to think of ways to make you feel better. He will do whatever it takes to make you smile again. Once he has calmed you down, he will take you on a little date. He will take you to get your favorite ice cream, buy you some flowers, and run around with you in the park. He will show everyone his beautiful partner, and he will be so proud of you. He knows that you are strong and independent, but he also knows that you need someone to take care of you sometimes. He is happy to be that person for you, and he will do anything to make you happy.

He is your supportive boyfriend. He will be so proud of you for everything you do, big or small. He will be there to cheer you on from the sidelines, and he will always be there to celebrate your successes. Even if you just successfully bake some cakes, he will be so hyped for you. He will tell you how amazing you are, and he will be so proud of your accomplishments. He will be your biggest fan, and he will always be there to support you. He knows that you are capable of great things, and he wants to help you achieve your goals. He is your biggest cheerleader, and he will always be there to believe in you.

He loves to remind you how beautiful and perfect you are in his eyes. He doesn't care what you wear, or how you look when you wake up. He still loves to see you, and he still thinks you're the most beautiful human in the world. He loves the way your hair looks when it's messy, and he loves the way your eyes look when you're first waking up. He loves the way you laugh, and he loves the way you smile. He loves everything about you, and he wants you to know that. He loves you for who you are, and he thinks you're perfect just the way you are. He wants you to feel beautiful and loved, and he will remind you of that every day.

Sunwoo is the type of boyfriend who you can lean on. He is mature, smart, and knows how to take care of you. He is also romantic and will always make you feel special. He is always there for you. He is the first person you want to call when you have good news or bad news. He is always there to listen and to offer support. He is mature and responsible. He can handle anything that comes his way, and he always puts you first. He is smart and funny. He can make you laugh even when you are feeling down. He knows how to take care of you. He will cook for you, clean for you, and do whatever he can to make your life easier. He is romantic. He will surprise you with flowers, gifts, and thoughtful gestures. He always makes you feel special. He is always honest with you. He will never lie to you or betray your trust. He is supportive of your dreams. He will always encourage you to follow your dreams and to achieve your goals. He is patient and understanding. He knows that you are not perfect, and he will always be there for you, even when you make mistakes.

Sunwoo loves to fall asleep around you. He loves the feeling of being close to you and the warmth you give him. He also loves the feeling of being safe and secure in your arms. He likes to cuddle with you. He loves the feeling of your arms around him and your body against his. He likes you to hold his hand. He loves the feeling of your hand in his and it makes him feel connected to you. Sunwoo loves the feeling of not being alone. He feels safe and secure when he is with you, and he knows that he can always count on you.

Sunwoo would obviously take you on a beach date. He loves the beach so much, and going with you would be another level of happiness for him. He loves the feeling of the sand between his toes. He would love to walk hand-in-hand with you on the beach and feel the sand between his toes. He loves the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. He would love to sit on the beach with you and listen to the waves crashing against the shore. He loves the feeling of being close to you. He would love to cuddle with you on the beach and feel your warmth against his skin. Sunwoo would also love to do some activities with you on the beach. He might want to go swimming, build sandcastles, or just relax and enjoy the view. A beach date with Sunwoo would be a perfect day. He would be so happy to spend time with you in his favorite place.

When Sunwoo spots you in a crowded place, he will ignore everyone else and make a beeline for you. He will have a sweet smile on his face and he will give you the best hug he can muster. He will tell you how much he loves to see you and how happy he is to be with you. Sunwoo will tell you how much he loves to see you in a way that makes you feel special. He will tell you how beautiful you are and how much he enjoys spending time with you.

When you're with Sunwoo, you can't help but laugh. He has a way of making you feel comfortable and relaxed, and you can always be yourself around him. You both have a lot of similarities, so it's easy to understand each other. You love to play around and tell jokes, and you always have a good time together. You might make up silly songs or dances. You'll laugh so hard that your sides hurt. You might tell each other jokes that only you find funny. You'll laugh until you cry. Sunwoo makes your day full of happiness and fun. He always knows how to make you laugh, and he always knows how to make you feel special. You love spending time with him, and you know that you can always count on him to make you smile.

Sunwoo is not afraid to show you his broken side. He will let you know when he is feeling down, and he will let you know when he is struggling. He will cry in front of you, and he will tell you all of his problems. He knows that you will listen to him and that you will help him to feel better. He trusts you. He knows that you will not judge him, and he knows that you will not tell anyone else about his problems. He needs your help. He knows that he cannot solve his problems on his own, and he needs your support. He loves you. He wants to be able to be himself around you, and he wants you to see all of him, even the broken parts. Sunwoo loves all the attention you give him when he is feeling down. He loves the way you listen to him, and he loves the way you make him feel better. He knows that he can always count on you to be there for him, and he is grateful for your love and support. When you make Sunwoo feel better after a rough day, it makes you feel good too. You feel happy that you could help him, and you feel loved that he trusts you enough to share his problems with you. You know that you are making a difference in his life, and that is a great feeling. Being there for Sunwoo when he is feeling down is a privilege. It is a sign that he trusts you and loves you, and it is an opportunity to show him how much you care. If you are lucky enough to have Sunwoo in your life, cherish him and be there for him when he needs you.

“Appointment for Lee?”

You shouted into the waiting room waiting for your next client and then saw a man get up from the couch at the window and greet you with a smile. He was rather tall, dressed in a black tank top that clung to his muscles showing how they flex with his every move. You couldn’t help yourself but look at how he was covered in hours worth of art from other artists getting lost in the bright colours and line work. 

He greeted you with a bright smile which made your heart flirt but no moves could be made on one another as that was the unprofessional thing to do…

“Can I ask your name?”

“Oh yeah! Sorry, it’s Mark by the way!”

Fuck his smile was beautiful seeing the way his eyes glimmered under his glasses. He may look intimidating but he was a nice person under all the ink covering his body. Walking up to your station in the corner of the open plan room behind the screen that was moved earlier in order to give you both privacy for today's tattoo.

Mark couldn’t hide the fact he was very nervous for the session ahead of him and the fact he has to be rock hard for this tattoo. Taking Viagra before he left his apartment and now his cock is sensitive but nothing was helping him, especially his jeans. Mark felt so restricted, so exposed, so vulnerable to the outside world or anyone watching him. The man mentally slapped himself when he saw how beautiful you are in person now you were going to be face to face with his raging thick cock. Sighing before getting onto the bed while you finish setting up next to him looking at the wall art on the four walls as a distraction before it was time…

“Can you take your pants and underwear off for me?”

He got up from the bed and turned his back to you before taking off his pants finally being fully exposed to you, there was no more hiding. Mark’s hands were shaking from anticipation sliding out of his jeans and underwear feeling like all eyes were on him but it was just you and him and one artist behind the screen at the other side of the room. He got back up on the bed and did his best to hide his raging boner from you. The sight of you with your hair up out of the way and glasses on him caused him to whine in frustration wanting this to end when the tattoo hasn’t even started. 

The man hissed as the cold from the stencil creme shot through his body tensing all of his muscles in shock. Mark couldn’t make eye contact with you from this point forward, it was his own fault booking an artist as beautiful as you rather than his normal artist as it would ‘make things awkward between them’. Your gentle touch on his cock drove him crazy leaving him aching for more letting his mind wander what you would look like with your lips wrapped around his fat tip licking up his pre cum. Once the stencil was on and ready to go Mark let out a sigh of relief.

“Just tell me if you need anything, ok?”

The man agreed with you instantly as you turned on the machine and started the painful process of tattooing his beautiful cock. You couldn’t deny he did have the perfect cock from the way it curved to the veins, it made you flustered as you were inches from it dreaming of how it is to have his cock rested on your tongue. Itching for just one lick…

Just one…

So far the session was going well, small talk was exchanged between you both and Mark held onto the arms of the chair when the pain was getting too much for him. He may be covered in tattoos but nothing compares to the suffering getting the most sensitive area tattooed. The sweat started dripping down his body from how anxious he was and it raised concern in you letting him take a break and get sugar back into his body. The TV above you both was playing a random show which Mark tried to keep his focus on the whole time and not look at you. 

The image of you being so close to his cock was never going to leave his mind and he just met you, the first tattoo ever with you and now he has to run away because he can’t keep his hormones under control making him feel like a teenage boy once again. 

Mark sat back on the bed ready to get started again but his cock has gone soft leaving him more embarrassed than he has ever been in front of someone. The blush covered his cheeks leaving him nowhere to hide from anyone that could see him in this vulnerable state. Your thoughts were running a hundred miles an hour at this point thinking if you should take the opportunity or not. The studio was now empty which was helping you make your decision swaying you towards the more risque option you had in mind. 

“Let me help you Mark…”

You cringed as you said the words out loud as you waited on some sort of reaction from him. He was stuttering over his words trying to string a sentence together but by the time he could say anything you were on your knees in front of him looking up into his eyes. Mark leaned down rubbing his thumb over the apple of your cheek before giving you the go ahead. 

“You know what to do angel”

Those were the last words he muttered down to you as he leaned onto his elbows watching how you choke on him. You took one long deep breath before letting your lips around the head of his thick cock tasting the bitter pre cum. His moans were beautiful filling up the empty room as your gloved hands wrapped around his length. Everything about the sight above you, one of the most attractive guys that has walked through the door of the shop now has his cock in your mouth moaning for you and only you. 

“Baby you are too good for me…”

The name sounded perfect as it rolled off his tongue perfectly, having its effect on you making your thighs rub together as you search for a way to get off while pleasing Mark. His glasses now sitting on the floor after they fell off he couldn’t care less about his glasses he just wants to spill his seed over your face. 

It didn’t take long for Mark to come to the much needed high he has been needing since he left his apartment this morning. Drool was running from the corners of your mouth and down your chin making it much more sloppy which Mark was loving. His eyes were rolled back into his head due to the intense pleasure he was feeling losing all sensation in his lower body. 

“I’m going to cum!”

That’s all it took for you to let him fall out of your mouth before jerking him off waiting for him to paint your face white. Closing your eyes waiting on it and moments later feeling the warm sticky load fall onto your cheek letting him empty himself onto your face ruining your makeup but you couldn’t care less. Rope after rope of warm thick cum covered your perfect face now you were claimed by Mark…

“Pretty girl just for me huh?”