reticuli

everything about him is unfair. i mean, he looks like that. the way the steam clings to his smooth skin. the way the water drips from his outgrown hair. the casual way he braces a hand on the tile above you so he can lean down, grinning like he knows exactly what he’s doing because he does.

“stop looking at me like that,” you mumble.

he raises a brow, smile widening, “like what?”

“like you wanna touch me.”

“you’re the one who got in here with me.” then his voice drops, husky with amusement, “if my mind wanders… that’s not my fault.”

you scoff, but he reaches out suddenly, warm palms sliding up your sides. his fingers are gentle, but firm.

“so small,” he murmurs, mock-sweet, then licks his lips. “you barely take up space in here.”

you glare. “move, i need shampoo.”

he blocks the bottle with his arm. “say please.”

you swat at him. he chuckles and moves back for you obediently.

the shower only gets messier from there. there’s steam, teasing, slipping hands. seeun’s doing everything he can to try and rile you up, and it’s working.

he ducked down just to say, close to your ear, “careful. if you keep touching me like that, the hot water’s gonna run out before i'll be done with you.”

you try to reach for the conditioner now. he moves again.

you glare, hand still outstretched. “seeun.”

he tilts his head, biting back a smirk, “yes?”

“move.”

“no.”

you step closer, half-expecting him to give in as you place your hands firm against his chest.

he doesn’t move out of the way, but he moves right into you.

his lips meet yours under the streaming water, desperately. he’d been thinking about this ever since you’d gotten in. you reach all the way up to run your hands through his soft, wet hair.

seeun moves forward, and you move back until your back hits the cold wall, lips still stuck on each others. he’s so close that your chests are grazing. and before you can even think, you feel his fingers sliding between your throbbing folds.

the moan you let out echoes, and of course, he grins at this.

he uses that as an opportunity to wrap his arms around you and hold you tight against his chest in the air, your legs wrapping around his abdomen automatically.

and right between your thighs, you feel his cock hardening.

you stare into his eyes. it’s a rare sight, having him right in front of you, instead of him having to look down or bend to meet your gaze. he’s pretty, you think for the thousandth time that day, so pretty.

he kisses you again, harder, messier, leaving sloppy kisses on your face and neck. you tip your head back to let him keep going, water pattering against both of you as his mouth trails down your throat.

his tongue flicks against your sensitive skin in a way that makes your breath hitch. one of his hands slides lower, gripping the underside of your thigh to keep you steady while the other settles at the small of your back, pressing you closer to his body until there was no space left between you at all.

“seeun—” you murmur, voice already shaky.

“mhm?” he hums against your skin, pretending he’s not doing it on purpose.

“you’re… you’re not even letting me shower.”

“oh, baby,” he chuckles, low and smug, “you knew that was never gonna happen when you stepped in here.”

the water is cascading down both your bodies, but all you can really feel is him: the firm press of his chest, the subtle flex of muscle under your hands, the slow circles his thumb is rubbing against your hip.

his hips roll forward just enough for you to feel the full length of his hard dick between your legs. the contact is slow and teasing, but it’s enough to send a shock down your spine.

“god, seeun. feels so good…”

he leans down, his breath hot against your skin. “what? i'm not even inside you yet.” he murmurs with a smirk.

then, because he’s seeun, he grinds into you again slowly like he’s testing how much teasing you can take before you give in.

his arms tighten around you, lifting you higher with a strength that makes your stomach flip. the sound of the water drowns out everything except the rush in your ears and the low, amused hum he gives when your legs squeeze tighter around him.

“that’s it,” he says softly, coaxing you, but there’s an edge of cocky satisfaction in his tone. “just hold on to me.”

your back presses to the tile, pushing you impossibly closer into him. he adjusts his grip — one large hand spread across your ass, the other braced against the wall — and then he’s slowly lowering you down onto his long cock until he bottoms out inside of you.

your head tips back with a gasp, nails digging into his shoulders.

“fuck—seeun—”

he watches your face like it’s the only thing worth seeing. “mmm, you feel so good. taking me so well.”

his height gave him the leverage to hit deeper than you’re ready for, but he keeps his movements steady, letting you adjust while his smirk never wavers.

he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, “look at me,” he murmurs, voice low, “you’re mine. so beautiful.”

and he means it. he's holding you exactly where he wants you, every movement perfectly in control until you’re trembling and gasping against his mouth.

your fingers clutch at his wet hair, your knees tightening around his waist with every deep thrust. the steam makes everything feel heavier, hotter, like the air itself is pressing down on you, and the sound of the water is drowned out by the sharp slap of skin against skin.

“fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, the words breaking on a thrust that makes you gasp. “doing so good, baby.”

your head tips back against the tile, but his mouth follows — kissing, biting, tasting the drops of water that run down your neck. his pace builds, deliberate but rough, his hips rolling up into you until you can barely catch your breath.

you’re almost there, just on the edge of euphoria. seeun's smirk grows when he realizes it.

“there it is,” he says lowly, making your stomach twist, “don’t you dare hold back.”

you don’t. your orgasm hits hard, shuddering through you in waves that make your voice break, your nails dragging down his back as your thighs tighten helplessly around him.

seeun groans at the feel of your walls clenching wildly around him, his thrusts growing erratic, harder, deeper, until he’s burying himself inside you and spilling into you as he lets out a low, breathless curse into your ear.

he stays there for a moment, chest pressed to yours, breathing hard.

finally, he leans back just enough to look down at you, grin lazy but satisfied. “there's still hot water. round two?”