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He glanced around, realizing that you weren’t in the room with him. The clock on the wall blinked 2 AM. Normally, you’d be right there, bugging him for cuddles, teasing him to stop the game for a bit, but tonight… nothing.

“Y/N?” he called out, but no response. He stood up, still wearing his headphones, walking through the living room and calling your name louder this time, “Y/N?”

He made his way upstairs, peeking into your bedroom. There you were, curled up in bed, the absence of him clearly affecting you too. He smiled softly before walking in, careful not to wake you too abruptly.

He knelt beside the bed and leaned in to kiss your forehead. "My pretty girl, why didn’t you call me, mhmm?" he whispered gently.

You blinked awake, eyes still half-closed. You grumbled sleepily, a small pout on your lips. “I did,” you muttered, voice thick with sleep, “You just didn’t hear me.”

He froze for a second, realizing you were probably calling out while he was too lost in the game. He pulled the headphones off, giving you a sheepish grin. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to ignore you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You rolled over to face him, the annoyance still lingering in your voice but softer now. “I don’t like sleeping alone, Heeseung,” you complained, your tone a mix of cute frustration and tiredness. "And you’re always gaming."

He smiled gently, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “I get it, baby. I’m here now. No more games, I promise.” His voice was low and sincere, making you feel a little better despite the frustration.

You shot him a playful, almost teasing glance, your eyes still heavy with sleep. "You could’ve at least taken the headphones off before coming to see me," you grumbled, though the corner of your lips twitched upwards.

He chuckled softly, sliding into the bed beside you. "Alright, alright," he said with a teasing smile. “No more headphones when I’m with you. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You rolled your eyes but shifted closer to him. "You'd better," you muttered, letting your head rest against his chest. "I really don’t like sleeping alone."

Heeseung wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. He watched you for a moment, still amused by how cute you looked, even while pouting in your sleep. He couldn’t stop time, but he could savor moments like these.

“Let me join you,” he whispered, settling the headphones down beside the bed. Before sliding in next to you, he added, “You look really pretty when you’re sleeping.”

He couldn’t resist taking a picture, quietly pulling out his phone and snapping a quick shot of your face. The way your lips slightly pouted in your sleep was too adorable not to capture. He grinned to himself as he looked at the photo, murmuring, “You’re so cute…”

He put the phone down carefully and slid into bed beside you. He brushed a lock of hair out of your face, then snuggled close, his arms pulling you in even closer.

"You're still my pretty girl," he whispered, his voice soft as he kissed the top of your head.

You stirred slightly, shifting closer to him, and sleepily mumbled, “Promise me no more games tonight…”

He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Promise. I’m all yours tonight.”

“Daddy! I missed you!” she squealed, her tiny feet pounding the floor as she rushed toward him, her little toys still clutched in her hands, forgotten in her excitement.

Jay smiled, his heart swelling at the sight of her. He quickly slipped off his coat, his eyes soft with affection as he looked at her. "Come here, sweetheart," he said, his arms wide in welcome.

Without hesitation, she launched herself into his arms, the toys falling to the floor as she threw her arms around his neck. Jay caught her easily, holding her close with a look of pure joy on his face.

“Did you have a great day, sweetheart?” he asked softly, his voice filled with warmth as he shifted her in his arms.

Her eyes sparkled. “I played with my dolls, and I drew a picture for you!” she said excitedly, her words tumbling out as she snuggled against him.

Jay’s smile grew even wider. “I can’t wait to see it,” he said, holding her tightly. As he made his way further into the living room, the stress of the day melted away in that simple, perfect moment with his family.

But just as they entered the room, your daughter whispered up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Let’s scare Mommy”

Jay raised an eyebrow, a playful grin forming on his lips. “Alright, sweetheart. On three,” he said, ready to play along.

“One… two… three!”

With that, they both rushed forward, Jay pretending to stumble dramatically as he exaggerated the sound of his footsteps. Your daughter giggled uncontrollably as they got closer to the couch where you sat, completely unaware.

As you turned to face them, the last thing you expected was to be startled. Your eyes widened, and you let out a surprised gasp.

“Ah! Oh my gosh!” you exclaimed, your hand flying to your chest as you jumped in your seat, completely taken by surprise.

Jay and your daughter erupted into laughter, filling the room with their joyful sounds. “Got you, honey!” Jay said, still laughing, as he held your daughter up high in his arms.

You shook your head, still recovering from the shock, but smiling nonetheless. “You two are impossible,” you said with a soft laugh. “I didn’t even hear you come in!”

“Well, we wanted to make a grand entrance,” Jay replied, still chuckling. He leaned in to kiss your daughter’s cheek. “Didn’t we, sweetie?”

She nodded, her giggles never ceasing. “We scared Mommy!”

As the laughter died down, Jay pulled both of you into a warm embrace, holding you close as you relaxed into his arms. “Well, now that you’ve made your entrance, I’m just glad you’re home,” you said softly, your voice full of love.

Ni-ki holds up the candy bra, with a playful smirk “i want to see you in this,” he says, handing it to you.

you hesitate, feeling a little self-conscious. “i don’t know...” you say, biting your lip.

“please?” ni-ki begs, giving you his best puppy eyes. “i’ve been thinking about this moment for weeks.”

his words send a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but give in. “fine,” you say, slipping into the bra. it’s a little tight, with the colorful candies pressing against your skin in a way that’s surprisingly comfortable. “how do i look?”

ni-ki’s eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you. “you look good enough to eat,” he murmurs, pulling you close.

his lips find yours, and soon his hands are roaming your body, exploring every inch of you. “i want to taste every inch of you,” he whispers against your skin.

he starts licking and nibbling at the candies, savoring the sweet taste mixed with your skin. just as things are getting heated, the door swings open and jake walks in. his eyes widen in shock as he takes in the scene before him.

“uh... sorry,” he stammers, quickly backing out of the room.

you and ni-ki exchange a look of embarrassment before bursting into laughter. “well, that was awkward,” ni-ki says with a chuckle.

“yeah,” you agree, still giggling. “but at least we gave him a show.”

jake couldn’t resist teasing you both after that. every time he’s around , he’d make some comment about the candy bra. “hey, ni-ki, you gonna share some of that candy with the rest of us?” he’d say with a smirk.

The apartment is unbearably hot, the broken AC doing nothing to help. you’re sprawled on the couch in just a thin tank top and panties, lazily sucking on a melting popsicle when the door swings open. Jake steps inside, shirtless, sweat clinging to his toned body. His blond hair is damp, strands sticking to his forehead, and his eyes darken the second they land on you. His gaze drags over your bare legs, the way your top clings to your skin, and finally—the bright red popsicle slipping between your lips.

He shuts the door with a click, running his tongue along his bottom lip. "You’re really testing my patience, baby."

You blink up at him, feigning innocence. "What? It’s hot."

Jake exhales a sharp breath, shaking his head as he steps closer. Without another word, he drops onto the couch beside you, his arm stretching across the backrest, fingers lazily toying with a strand of your hair. "You’re enjoying that a little too much, don’t you think?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.

You take another slow, deliberate lick, eyes never leaving his. "It’s just a popsicle, Jake."

His smirk deepens. "Mm, sure it is."

Before you could react, he plucks the melting treat from your fingers, holding your gaze as he drags the ice-cold tip along your collarbone. The sudden contrast of temperature makes you gasp, your nipples hardening beneath the thin top. He drags the popsicle down between your breasts, leaving a sticky, cold trail in its wake.

"Jake..." you protest, your voice breathy as he leans in, pressing a kiss to your neck. His free hand slips beneath your tank top, palming your breast, his thumb flicking over your hard nipple. You arch into his touch, your body begging for more.

"You like that, baby?" he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You nod, biting your lip as he moves down, his lips wrapping around your nipple through the thin fabric. You let out a soft moan, your hand moving to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his damp hair.

He pulls away, leaving you panting, and drags the popsicle down your stomach, the cold sensation making you squirm. He smirks, his eyes dark with desire as he pulls your panties aside, the cold tip of the popsicle teasing your clit. You let out a gasp, arching your back off the couch as he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The cold popsicle against your clit is a shock to your system, making your hips buck involuntarily. Jake chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He spread you open and try to shove it in you but you’re too tight. He smirks, “Looks like we need to loosen you up a bit.” He slides his finger inside you, as he rubs the tip of the popsicle to you clit “How’s that feel?” he asks, watching your reaction closely.

You moan softly as he curls his finger, hitting that sweet spot inside you. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” he taunts, adding another finger and stretching you open. The popsicle melts against your skin, the sticky sweetness mixing with your arousal.

He pulls his fingers out, leaving you on the edge. “Not yet, baby,” he smirks, licking your arousal off his fingers. You whimper, desperate for release. “Please,” you beg, your voice barely a whisper. He chuckles, leaning in to kiss you. “Let me cool you down, baby.” He says as he slides the popsicle along your lips. “Open wide babygirl.” he commands slowly gliding the popsicle on your mouth in a motion. Gradually get faster and faster,shoving it deeper down your throat. As he was standing before you he unzipped his pants and realising his already hard cock.

he throw the popsicle to the side and say, "Go on you know what to do babe" ,You lick his tip teasing him, collecting all the wetness in your mouth before you take all of him. "Arghh" he lets out soft slow moans as he react to your cold mouth on his dick.

He grips your hair, guiding you deeper, loving the way you struggle to take him all. His moans grow louder as he fucks your mouth with abandon. “Take it all, baby. I want to feel your throat tighten around me.” He's loving the way you're submitting to him. You pull back, gasping for air, your eyes watering as you look up at him. He smirks down at you, his thumb brushing over your swollen lips.

“Good girl,” he murmurs before pushing you back onto the couch and climbing on top of you.

His lips crash against yours, his tongue invading your mouth as he grinds his hips against yours.

You can feel his hard cock pressing against your core and moan into his mouth desperate for more.

He pulls back, eyes dark with desire as he looks down at you "I’m going fuck so hard that you forget all about the heat,” he promises while sliding himself inside inch by inch until fully seated within your tight wetness

He leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow and deliberate at first, each one sending a wave of pleasure through your body. But soon, his pace quickens, and you find yourself lost in the rhythm of your bodies moving together. The heat is forgotten as you’re consumed by the intensity of his touch, the way he fills you completely

You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. You're moaning loudly now, your body trembling with pleasure. He reaches around and starts to rub your clit, and you explode with pleasure. You scream out his name as waves of pleasure wash over you.

He fucks you harder and faster, his hips slapping against yours. You can feel him getting closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly, You cry out, your body shaking as you come, your pussy pulsing around his dick as he fucks you through your orgasm. He groans, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he comes, filling you up with his hot seed.

He collapses on top of you,his heart pounding against your chest as you both struggle to catch your breath.

He pulls out slowly, watching as his cum drips out of you. He smirks, clearly satisfied with himself. “You’re a mess,” he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

He pulls back, searching your eyes. “You good?” he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips. “Yeah, just a little sore.” He chuckles, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I’ll take care of you,” he promises.

Wraping his arms around you, pulling you close. You can feel his warmth, his heartbeat steady against your chest. “I could get used to this,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck.

Jake had planned to spend the weekend playing soccer with his friends. He’d been talking about it all week, making sure to clear his schedule and plan the perfect time to hang out with the guys.

Though you didn’t want to hold him back, you couldn’t help but feel a little extra clingy. Since this morning, as he looked so good in his jersey, getting ready with his boots and gear, your mind started to wander. You were ovulating, and seeing him like that only made it harder to let him go

He lay on the bed, all ready and waiting for the call to go, you couldn’t help it, finding yourself sitting on his lap. He put his phone down and said, "Hey baby, what's—"but you interrupted him with a kiss. As you deepened the kiss, you suddenly pulled away, leaving him in distress by the unexpected withdrawal.

You looked at him and softly asked, "Do you really have to go?" before resting your head on his shoulder. He smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face, and chuckled. "I’ll be back, darling," he said, laughing softly.

You then got up, acting as if nothing had happened, leaving him lying there, puzzled and wondering. As you walked toward the bathroom. Within a few minutes you step out.

"You sure you still want to go play soccer?" You stood there drapped in a pink lingerie.Tilting your head to your side with a smirk on your face."You really don’t play fair, do you?" he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

He stepped closer, dark eyes full of lust. "I never said I played fair." He pulled you against him, hardness pressing into you. "Let's play a different game," he whispered hotly in your ear.

He lifted you onto the counter and spread your legs. "I'll show you unfair," he growled, fingers slipping under your panties. He exposed you fully. "I want to see you come undone," he said, teasing your clit.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured as he slid a finger inside you. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock." He pumped his fingers and flicked his tongue over your clit. "You taste so good," he said against your sensitive flesh.

You moaned and arched, close to the edge from his mouth and fingers. "Don't stop," you begged. Cruelly, he pulled back. "Not yet," he smirked, enjoying your aching need.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said, a hint of mischief in his voice.

He scooped you up in his strong arms and carried you to the bed bridal-style. Carefully, he laid you down on the soft sheets, as he flipped you over onto your stomach and positioned himself behind you. You felt the tip of his cock teasing your entrance, and you pushed back against him eagerly.

“Impatient, are we?” he chuckled before thrusting into you in one swift motion.

You cried out at the sensation of being filled so completely, and he gave you a moment to adjust before starting to move.

His pace was slow at first, but it didn’t take long for him to pick up speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned breathlessly.

“Do it,” he growled in your ear. “Cum all over my cock.”

That was all it took to push you over the edge once more. Your body convulsed around him as pleasure washed over you in waves.

He wasn’t far behind, with a few more hard thrusts, he buried himself deep inside of you and came with a low groan.

Ni-ki knew you’d been hinting for a flower. You’d dropped subtle hints like, “I mean, flowers are nice, don’t you think?” or “A bouquet would be cute sometime.” But he also knew you didn’t like them. You’d made that clear a hundred times.

So, instead of just getting you a regular old bouquet like a normal boyfriend, Ni-ki decided to get creative.

One day, he walked in, holding something behind his back with that devilish grin. "Hey babe, I got you something special!"

You raised an eyebrow. “Please don’t tell me it’s another one of your weird ‘thoughtful’ gifts.”

He pulled out... a cauliflower.

You stared at it, absolutely dumbfounded. “What. Is. That?”

“A flower,” Ni-ki said proudly, holding it out like it was a rose. “For you.”

You blinked twice. “A cauliflower? You’re joking, right?”

He shrugged. “You don’t like flowers, so I thought, ‘Why not make it a vegetable?’ It’s more... you.”

You couldn’t even hold back the laughter. “So now we’re giving cauliflower bouquets? What’s next? A carrot corsage?” you teased, your tone light, but there was something playful in your eyes as you watched him, his grin never fading.

Ni-ki, clearly enjoying your reaction, stepped forward and held out the cauliflower, his mischievous grin still in place. "Hey, it’s unique," he said with a shrug, like he was presenting you the most thoughtful gift in the world.

You stepped closer to him, your eyes locked on his as you watched him hold the cauliflower out to you with that grin. "Alright," you said, your voice smooth and teasing, "this kiss? It’s for the cauliflower."

Without giving him a chance to respond, you leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your lips.

"That," you whispered, "is for the cauliflower."

He stood there, eyes wide, clearly a little caught off guard. "Wait... that's it?" he asked, his voice a little breathless.

You grinned, teasing him with your eyes. "Oh, a flower will get you more than that," you said with a wink.

He stared at you for a moment, a mixture of amusement and determination crossing his face. "Guess I know what I need to do then," he said, stepping back, ready to rise to the challenge.

You couldn’t help but laugh in excitement as Ni-ki’s expression shifted from playful to determined. Without a word, he turned on his heel and rushed out the door, practically sprinting.

Still groggy, you shuffled into the living room, rubbing one eye with the back of your hand while the other remained half-lidded. Your loose tank top clung to you body in the laziest way possible, barely covering anything needed to be covered as its sheer thin fabric exposed your hard nipples due to the coldness. With you on was an underwear that rode low on your hips, accentuating your curves. Every step felt sluggish, your limbs still heavy and aching from last night’s intimacy, but you hardly cared—your only thought was finding Heeseung. Warm, familiar Heeseung, who had cruelly abandoned you in bed, leaving you to wake up sore, sensitive, and needy.

A sleepy pout tugged at your lips as you let out a soft whine. “Hee, where’d you—”

And then you froze.

Your sluggish brain took an extra second to process what you were seeing.

Heeseung wasn’t alone.

Jake was sitting on the couch.

Talking to him.

And now… staring at you.

For a painfully long moment, silence filled the room. Your hand was still mid-rub against your eye, hair a mess, lips still slightly swollen from sleep. Completely oblivious to the fact that you’d just waltzed in practically half-naked in front of Heeseung’s best friend.

Jake’s gaze flickered—down, then up, then everywhere except directly at you. His throat bobbed. “Oh. Uh. Morning?

Heeseung shot up from his seat in an instant. His eyes landed on you, widening for a split second before a mix of amusement and urgency crossed his face. Before you could react, he was already in front of you, his hands slipping beneath your thighs as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your arms settling around his shoulders for balance.

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he carried you toward the bedroom. “Tsk. Look at you, walking around like this.”

Heat crept up your neck as you buried your face against his shoulder. “Not my fault you left me alone.”

“Mm,” he hummed, nudging the door open with his foot. “Didn’t think you’d come looking like this.”

His grip tightened just slightly, fingers pressing into your skin, before he stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind him.

His chest rose and fell beneath you, arms still wrapped around your body as the muffled sound of Jake’s footsteps retreated outside.

For a second, neither of you spoke. The only sound was your breathing, the lingering heat of embarrassment burning between you.

Then, Heeseung sighed, finally loosening his grip just enough to let you slide down against him until your feet touched the floor. His hands stayed at your waist, fingers pressing into your skin as he studied your flustered expression.

“ Good morning, I guess,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement.

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “No. That was not a good morning. That was the worst morning of my life.”

He chuckled, his arms tightening around you. “Mmm. Could’ve been worse.”

You pulled back, scowling. “How?”

He smirked. “You could’ve come out naked.”

Your stomach dropped. You shoved at his chest with a mortified gasp. “Heeseung!”

He laughed, catching your wrists with ease and pulling you right back against him. “What? Just saying.”

You smacked him again, but the heat in your cheeks refused to cool. “Kick Jake out. Right now.”

Heeseung hummed, as if considering it. Then he leaned down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, “Only if you kiss me first.”

You huffed but gave in, pressing a quick, irritated peck to his lips.

He grinned. “That’s more like it.”

Just as he turned toward the door, Jake’s muffled voice rang out one last time—

“Hey, for what it’s worth, at least now I know why Heeseung never lets anyone crash here.”

Your eyes widened in horror. “Kick him out. Right now.”