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Sunoo and Ni-ki were curled up on the dorm couch, the room dimly lit by the flickering light of a horror movie playing on the TV. Sunoo had prepared some DIY snacks for them to enjoy while watching, carefully arranging them in a small bowl between them.
But somewhere between the jump scares and suspenseful silence, Ni-ki had mindlessly eaten every last bite.
It wasn’t until the screen flashed again that he noticed something felt off—Sunoo had gone unusually quiet.
Turning his head, Ni-ki asked, “What’s wrong?”
Instead of an answer, he was met with the sight of Sunoo’s lips pushed into a pout, his arms crossed and eyes fixed on the screen in a way that made it clear he was not enjoying himself.
“Oh… sorry. I ate all the snacks, didn’t I?” Ni-ki said, realization dawning too late.
“Whatever,” Sunoo mumbled, standing up abruptly. “This movie’s boring anyway. I’m going to my room.”
“Hyung, wait—” Ni-ki reached out, but Sunoo had already turned and was walking away. Ni-ki quickly got up to catch up to him, grabbing Sunoo’s wrist before he could disappear behind his door.
“Are you really bored… or are you just upset I ate all your snacks?” he asked, looking into Sunoo’s eyes.
Sunoo rolled his eyes. “Dumbass,” he muttered under his breath, tugging his wrist free as he walked into his room.
Ni-ki followed him in without hesitation. “You’re really upset just because I ate your snacks? Seriously, hyung?”
Sunoo plopped down on his bed, crossing his legs with a huff. “Yeah. Why not?”
Ni-ki moved to stand in front of him, his expression softening. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah? How?” Sunoo asked, still pouting, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
Without answering, Ni-ki leaned down and gently pulled Sunoo toward him, pressing a kiss to his lips. But this time, it wasn’t the rushed, rough kind they sometimes shared in stolen moments—it was soft. Slow. Deliberate.
A quiet apology in the form of a kiss.
One kiss turned into another… then another.
What started as a quiet apology slowly unraveled into something deeper, something neither of them said aloud—but both felt in the space between touches and breathless pauses.
Their clothes fell away piece by piece, forgotten on the floor, as they moved in sync, bodies pulled together like gravity had chosen them for each other.
The room was dim, quiet save for the soft rustle of sheets and the occasional, breathy moan that escaped Sunoo’s lips. Ni-ki’s movements were deep, steady, but unhurried—each motion intentional, his focus entirely on Sunoo. On every reaction he could pull from him. Every sigh. Every tremble.
Sunoo’s fingers curled against Ni-ki’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut as warmth bloomed low in his stomach. There was a tenderness in the way Ni-ki held him, kissed his neck, brushed his thumb along his side—like he was memorizing him, not just touching him.
Sunoo’s chest rising and falling in soft, stuttered breaths. His eyes were half-lidded, lashes trembling as they fluttered with every thrust of Ni-ki’s hips.
He looked dazed—lost in it.
The kind of lost that wasn’t frantic, but deep. Pulled under, willingly
Sunoo’s back arched, fingers curling tight into the sheets as the pleasure crested hard. His body trembled in front of Ni-ki, thighs twitching as he cried out—a sound raw and broken, his mouth hanging open in a silent gasp before it melted into a whimper.
White streaks painted across the bedsheets, warm and sudden, his entire frame shuddering as the orgasm rolled through him like a wave too strong to fight.
But Ni-ki didn’t stop.
He stayed buried deep, hips rolling in a rhythm that had softened but didn’t let up, dragging Sunoo through every aftershock—through every flutter and twitch, refusing to let him come down too fast.
Sunoo vision hazy with pleasure, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath.
And then he felt it—that warmth. Sudden, thick, spreading deep inside.
A low, guttural moan rumbled from Ni-ki’s chest, his head falling back as his release hit. His fingers dug into Sunoo’s hips, holding him close like he couldn’t bear to let go, not even for a second.
He stayed there, panting, their skin sticky, their hearts pounding out of sync.
For a long moment, nothing moved but their breathing.
Then Ni-ki looked down at him, still catching his breath, eyes dark but soft around the edges.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice low and rough.
Sunoo nodded slowly, still dazed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You really made up for those snacks,” he whispered.
Ni-ki laughed—quiet, breathless, and totally wrecked. “I’ll bring you ten bowls next time.”
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You and Sunoo had known each other for a while as friends. You weren’t sure if you had feelings for him—he was undeniably cute, and everyone seemed to think so—but there was something about him that made your heart flutter in a way you couldn’t quite explain. Wanting to spend more time together, you both decided to hang out at his house and bake as an activity. The warm scent of vanilla and strawberries filled Sunoo’s kitchen as you carefully worked on your strawberry cheesecake. The atmosphere was lighthearted, filled with laughter and playful teasing as flour dusted your hands and smudges of cream covered the counter.
As you reached for the same whip cream spray , your hands brushed against each other. The brief contact sent a spark through you—one that you weren’t expecting. Your eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to pause. Sunoo blinked, his usual bright and innocent expression clouded by something unreadable. But just as quickly as the moment came, he looked away, a small smile playing on his lips as he went back to decorating the cake.
“Almost done,” you muttered, trying to shake off the lingering warmth from his touch.
Sunoo suddenly grabbed a can of whipped cream and, with a mischievous grin, tilted his head back and sprayed some into his mouth. “Mmm, so good!” he hummed, licking his lips.
You pouted at him. “I want some too!”
He chuckled, shaking the can playfully. “Alright, open up.”
You hesitated before parting your lips, and he leaned in, squeezing a generous amount into your mouth. The cold sweetness melted on your tongue, but before you could swallow, Sunoo’s hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up. Your eyes widened as he suddenly closed the distance between you, his lips pressing against yours.
The kiss was sweet—both from the whipped cream and from the way his lips moved so effortlessly against yours. His tongue swiped over yours, tasting the lingering sweetness before he pulled away, a satisfied hum escaping him.
“Hm… sweet,” he murmured, his eyes flickering with something more than innocence.
Your face burned with heat, your heart pounding so loud you were sure he could hear it. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker.
Sunoo tilted his head, watching you with amusement. “You okay?”
You swallowed hard, barely able to process what just happened. “Y-Yeah.”
His smile returned, that usual Sunoo charm lighting up his features, but this time, there was something else behind it. Something playful. Something dangerous.
Without warning, he grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the counter. You let out a surprised squeak, your hands flying to his shoulders for balance.
“W-What are you doing?!” you stammered, staring at him in shock.
He leaned in, his face just inches from yours, his innocent expression completely contradicting the heat in his gaze. “Do you want more?” he asked, holding up the can of whipped cream.
Your throat went dry as you nodded, still unsure of where this was going but unable to stop yourself from leaning into him.
Sunoo smirked, stepping closer, his hands spreading your legs slightly so he could stand between them. Your breath hitched as he lifted the can again.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered.
You obeyed, your lips parting as he sprayed the cool sweetness onto your tongue. Before you could react, he leaned in again, his hand tilting your chin up as his lips captured yours once more.
This kiss was different—hungrier, more daring. His tongue flicked against yours, chasing the lingering taste of cream. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. Your fingers curled into his shirt as your body responded instinctively to him.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes darkened with something unspoken, his lips slightly swollen. “Mmm,” he mused, licking his lips. “Even sweeter.”
Your whole body felt hot, your skin tingling from his touch. He leaned his forehead against yours, letting out a small chuckle. “You’re really cute when you’re flustered.”
Before you could even process his words, you felt Sunoo’s hands trail lower, his fingers toying with the hem of your shorts. His lips hovered just above your ear as he whispered, “Let me taste more of you.”
Your breath caught as he gripped your thighs, spreading them further apart before he dropped to his knees. Your mind was spinning as you watched him, your heart pounding so hard it echoed in your ears.
The can of whipped cream was still in his hand, and he gave it a small shake before looking up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes. Without warning, he slipped your shorts down and sprayed a cold, sweet line of whipped cream against your core.
A shiver ran down your spine as you gasped at the sensation. But before you could even react, Sunoo leaned in, his tongue darting out to lap up the cream, slow and teasing. His lips were soft, his tongue warm against your sensitive skin, making you tremble beneath his touch. His fingers circled over your clit, adding to the overwhelming pleasure building inside you.
“Sunoo…” you breathed, your fingers instinctively threading through his soft hair.
He hummed in response, his hands gripping your thighs as he continued his slow, torturous pace. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark and filled with something that made your stomach tighten with anticipation.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmured against your skin, his voice dripping with hunger.
The sensation of his mouth, his tongue, and the lingering sweetness of the whipped cream sent waves of pleasure coursing through you. You were so close, your body trembling on the edge of release. Just as you were about to climax, Sunoo suddenly pulled away and stood up.
Your breath hitched in confusion as he pulled his pants down. Your eyes widened in shock—he was bigger than you had expected. A deep blush crept up your cheeks as you watched him, your body still aching for more.
He smirked at your reaction, rubbing his tip against your already sensitive core, teasing you. He almost pushed in so many times, but each time, he stopped himself, groaning softly at the restraint. His breath came out in shaky pants as he dragged himself along your folds, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through both of you.
Finally, with a soft moan, he reached his limit, spilling his release all over your slit and thighs, his cum dripping down in warm streaks.
Sunoo exhaled heavily before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against your cheek. Then, as if nothing had happened, he grabbed a tissue from the counter and gently cleaned you up.
“Wait in the living room,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll bring the cake.”
You nodded and made your way to the sofa, still feeling the lingering heat of everything that had just happened. A few minutes later, Sunoo appeared with the cheesecake you both had made, setting it down in front of you with a grin.
You both shared the dessert, the sweetness lingering on your tongues. As Sunoo finished his last bite, he pouted slightly and looked at you. “Can you stay over tonight? My parents aren’t home.”
He was too cute to deny, and with everything that had happened, you found yourself nodding. “Alright.” His face lit up with happiness
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