The first thing Soobin became aware of as he slowly drifted into consciousness was that his left arm was completely gone. Or at least, that’s what it felt like.

There was no sensation at all — no soreness, no pins and needles, just a strange, heavy absence where his arm should be. For a long moment, he simply lay there, blinking up at the ceiling with bleary eyes, trying to decide if it was actually possible to lose a limb in your sleep.

It took him several seconds to gather the courage to look down and when he finally did, the mystery solved itself immediately.

You were curled into his side like you belonged there — your head rested heavily on his left shoulder, using his entire bicep as a personal pillow. A small trail of drool had escaped the corner of your mouth and was slowly soaking into his skin. Your breathing was deep and even, completely oblivious to the fact that you had successfully cut off all circulation to his arm.

Soobin let out a long, quiet sigh. Logically, he knew he should move. A normal, functioning human would gently extract their arm, maybe stretch, and go about their morning. His fingers were tingling faintly now, his shoulder had started to ache in protest, and his bladder was making its complaints increasingly difficult to ignore.

And yet… he didn’t move.

Instead, he stayed exactly where he was, watching the way your lashes fluttered against your cheeks in your sleep, the soft pout of your lips, the way your hand had loosely curled around his waist like you were afraid he might disappear. Even with your hair messy and a little bit of drool on his shoulder, you looked impossibly cute.

A small, fond smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but it didn’t last long. His bladder chose that exact moment to remind him — rather insistently — that he was, in fact, a living human with needs.

Soobin squeezed his eyes shut and groaned quietly into the pillow, the sound muffled and miserable.

Right. The hangover.

The dull, throbbing ache behind his eyes had been easy to ignore while he was busy admiring you, but the second he acknowledged it, the headache rolled in with full force. A heavy pressure settled at the base of his skull, and his mouth felt disgusting — dry, sour, and still faintly tainted with the unmistakable aftertaste of last night’s soju. He hadn’t brushed his teeth before passing out and that realization made him want to crawl under the covers and never emerge again.

God, he needed water. And also ibuprofen. And a shower and maybe a new body while he was at it.

And yet, despite the growing list of complaints, Soobin found himself sinking deeper into the mattress instead of moving.

Because then your hand, which had been resting loosely on his waist, tightened around itself. Even in your sleep, you gave it a small, unconscious tug, pulling yourself closer to him like you could sense he was thinking about getting up. The simple movement made something warm bloom in his chest, cutting right through the hangover haze.

Soobin let out a soft, defeated breath and turned his head just enough to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He was completely trapped — physically, emotionally, and pathetically in love. And for now, he couldn’t bring himself to mind even a little.

In the end, neither of you won.

Somewhere in the middle of that quiet battle, Soobin drifted back to sleep — not deeply, just enough to slip back into a light, hazy doze.

The next time he opened his eyes, it was to the muffled vibration of your phone somewhere under the blankets. A few seconds later, your alarm started playing, the cheerful melody feeling obnoxiously loud in the quiet room. Both of you let out a collective groan.

Your hand emerged from beneath the duvet like a sleepy zombie, blindly searching for the offending device. It took two attempts, one accidental slap against Soobin’s stomach, and a great deal of visible suffering before you finally found it and silenced the alarm. The apartment fell blessedly quiet again.

Neither of you moved.

“Morning,” Soobin mumbled, voice rough and low.

“Mornin’,” you rasped back.

That was the extent of your conversation for the next several minutes. You eventually rolled onto your back, still half-buried under the duvet, and started checking your notifications. Soobin did the same beside you.

The two of you scrolled through your phones in comfortable silence — the kind that only comes after years together. No pressure to fill the quiet, no need to entertain each other, just existing side by side.

Every now and then, one of you would tilt your screen toward the other — a funny tweet, a random meme, or a weather notification that made you both grimace. Then the silence would settle again. Eventually, you lowered your phone onto your stomach and stared at the ceiling for a long moment. A deep sigh escaped you.

Soobin immediately glanced over.

You pushed the blankets aside and sat up slowly, clearly uncomfortable. The movement made you wince.

“Where are you going?” he asked, voice still thick with sleep.

You grimaced again as you swung your legs over the side of the bed. “Bathroom first.”

Soobin hummed absently, but something in your tone made him look at you properly.

“Hangover?”

“No.” You were already standing now, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you looked around the room.

The duvet slipped down around your waist, revealing your bare skin. Without thinking twice, you bent down, picked up his discarded button-up shirt from the floor, and slipped it on. Your fingers worked through the buttons automatically while your hair remained a wild, adorable mess.

The sight hit Soobin square in the chest — soft morning light, his shirt hanging off your frame, the quiet domesticity of it all.

“Sore?” he asked after a moment.

You paused midway through buttoning the shirt, then nodded. “Yeah.”

Soobin pushed himself up against the headboard, brows pulling together slightly. “Really?”

“Mhm.” You kept your eyes on the buttons. “My thighs mostly. Back too.”

He stared at you. The realization settled in slowly. “Oh.”

Your eyes narrowed immediately as you looked up at him. “What?”

“Nothing,” he said, trying — and failing — to keep his face neutral. A tiny, guilty smile threatened to break across his mouth. He tried to bite it back, but the amusement was already sparkling in his eyes.

“Soobin-ssi,” you warned, pointing at him.

“I’m not saying anything.”

“You’re thinking very loudly right now.”

His smile finally won, dimples carving deep into his cheeks. “I was just wondering,” he said innocently, “why your thighs would possibly hurt.”

You grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at his face with impressive speed. Soobin caught it effortlessly, laughing as he hugged the pillow to his chest.

The bedroom fell quiet once you disappeared down the hallway, the soft padding of your footsteps fading into the distance.

Soobin stayed exactly where he was, sprawled on his back with one arm draped lazily over his eyes, blocking out the gentle morning light that slipped through the curtains. His other hand held his phone above him, thumb scrolling absentmindedly through an app he wasn’t really paying attention to. The screen’s glow reflected faintly off his face, but his mind was elsewhere — still pleasantly fuzzy around the edges from sleep and the remnants of last night’s drinking.

A soft notification chime broke the silence.

He blinked slowly as the company group chat popped up at the top of his screen. Someone had just uploaded today’s call sheet. Without thinking, Soobin tapped on it, his eyes scanning the familiar layout out of pure habit.

Recording session at 4 PM. Short meeting with the choreographer. Dance review in the practice room.

Nothing unusual. Nothing particularly demanding.

He’d been doing this for so long that the schedule barely registered as new information anymore. At fifteen, the mere thought of a random Thursday of his future self would have sent him into excited panic. Now, at twenty-six, it felt like checking the weather — something that simply existed.

Comebacks, promotions, filming, interviews… the days blurred together in a steady, relentless rhythm. Time moved differently when you lived like this, months vanished between one schedule and the next.

His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment.

Then he heard it — the soft clatter of cabinet doors opening in the kitchen, followed by a sleepy, muttered curse as something (probably a spoon or a mug) clattered onto the counter.

Soobin’s smile grew instantly, warm and fond.

He lowered his phone onto his chest and turned his head toward the open bedroom door, listening. Another faint clink, then the sound of the fridge opening. You were probably making coffee or trying to find the painkillers you both needed.

He let out a quiet breath, chest rising and falling slowly and then got up. The moment his feet touched the cool wooden floor, Soobin’s headache made its presence known with a sharp, punishing throb behind his eyes. He paused, swaying slightly in place, and let out a low groan.

He ran a hand through his messy hair and shuffled out of the bedroom, his tall frame moving slower than usual. The hallway was brighter than he expected, warm sunlight spilling across the floor in soft golden patches. The faint, comforting smell of coffee was already drifting through the air, and it made his steps feel a little more purposeful.

By the time he reached the kitchen, you were leaning against the counter, looking slightly more alive than you had five minutes ago. One hand held a glass of water, the other clutched the familiar white bottle of painkillers like a hard-won trophy.

“Found them?” Soobin asked, voice still rough with sleep.

You lifted the bottle slightly in victory.

“After fighting for my life,” you replied, equally raspy.

A tired, half-smile tugged at his lips. “Proud of you.”

“Thank you.”

You took another slow sip of water, then slid the bottle of painkillers across the counter toward him without a word. Soobin picked it up, shook two tablets into his palm, and swallowed them with the water you wordlessly offered him next. The fact that he didn’t even try to argue or tough it out was probably the clearest sign yet that this hangover was the real deal.

He leaned his hip against the counter beside you, shoulders slumping as he waited for the medicine to kick in. The kitchen felt warm and safe, filled with the quiet sounds of the coffee maker and the occasional creak of the old wooden floorboards.

Soobin glanced sideways at you, taking in the sight of you in his oversized button-up, sleeves too long for your arms, hair still messy from sleep. Despite the headache and the general misery of his body, something soft and fond settled in his chest.

Quietly, he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his bare chest. He was only wearing his boxers, hair still messy and fluffy from the bed. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling into your warmth with a contented sigh, breathing you in.

You smiled softly, continuing to rinse your glass even as he clung to you.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, voice low and a little raspy, lips brushing against your skin with every word.

You nodded, leaning back into his embrace. “Mhm. Really well, actually. Even if someone kept me up half the night,” you teased lightly.

Soobin let out a quiet laugh, the sound vibrating against your back. His arms tightened around you, one hand slipping under the hem of the button-up to rest warmly on your stomach.

“Yeah… sorry about that,” he murmured, not sounding sorry at all. “Couldn’t help myself, missed you too much.”

You let out a soft laugh and tilted your head back to rest against his shoulder, then finished rinsing the glass and set it on the drying rack, then turned in his arms so you could face him. Your hands came up to rest on his bare chest as you looked up at his messy hair and sleepy eyes.

“And you?” you asked gently. “Did you sleep okay?”

Soobin nodded, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. “Yeah. Best sleep I’ve had in weeks. Waking up with you drooling on my arm is weirdly one of my favorite things.”

You smacked his chest lightly, laughing. “I do not drool.”

“You do,” he said fondly, eyes crinkling. “But it’s cute. Everything about you in the morning is cute.”

He hugged you closer again, swaying you both gently in the middle of the kitchen, his chin resting on top of your head. The morning light felt warmer with him wrapped around you like this.

You smiled against his skin, both of you lingering in the quiet domesticity of the moment — his tall frame wrapped around yours, the faint smell of coffee in the air, and the comfortable silence that only years of loving each other could create.

A few minutes later, after the coffee maker had finished its slow gurgling and both of you had traded equal amounts of dramatic complaints about how unfair life was, Soobin finally admitted defeat. He pushed himself off the counter with a heavy sigh and headed toward the bathroom.

Halfway down the short hallway, he paused. Then turned around.

“Do you wanna shower together?” he asked, voice still husky from sleep.

You didn’t even look up from the piece of toast you were spreading butter on. “No.”

“Wow,” Soobin said, placing a hand over his chest like he’d been wounded. “That’s incredibly selfish.”

“I haven’t even had breakfast yet, you drama king.”

“I could’ve been your breakfast.”

That finally made you glance up at him, one eyebrow raised in dry amusement. “Go shower, Soobin.”

He grinned, dimples flashing. “Worth a try.”

The bathroom door clicked shut behind him, and soon the sound of running water filled the apartment.

The hot water worked wonders almost immediately. It didn’t completely erase the hangover, but it soothed the worst of it — easing the tension in his shoulders and clearing some of the fog in his head. Steam rose around him as he worked shampoo through his messy hair, eyes half-closed in contentment.

His gaze drifted lazily across the shelf built into the shower wall, now filled mostly with your products. He had long since stopped bothering to bring his own because you kept buying the good-smelling ones, and he kept happily stealing them. It had become an unspoken system between you two.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open.

Soobin tilted his head under the spray and peeked through wet strands of hair just in time to see you walk in, toothbrush already in hand. You looked noticeably more awake now, though still adorably rumpled in his oversized button-up.

“Morning,” he called out cheerfully over the sound of the water.

“You already said that,” you replied, squeezing toothpaste onto your brush.

“Just double-checking.”

You rolled your eyes, but he caught the small smile tugging at your lips in the mirror. He laughed quietly to himself, watching as you started brushing your teeth.

“What time do you have to be there today?” you asked a minute later, words slightly muffled by foam.

“Four,” he answered, running his hands through his hair to rinse out the shampoo.

His eyes followed you naturally as you moved around the sink area. That’s when he noticed the blister pack of vitamins sitting neatly beside your toothbrush — one already popped out for him.

The shower door slid open a few inches.

“Did you take the vitamins?” he asked.

You pointed toward the sink with your toothbrush. “Bought one out for you too.”

A soft, genuine smile spread across his face. “Thank you.”

“That's nothing, baby.”

But Soobin made no move to actually step out and take them.

Instead, he stayed right where he was — tall, broad-shouldered, and dripping wet — simply watching you with that familiar, playful glint in his eyes. You continued brushing your teeth, pretending not to notice his staring, but eventually your eyes met his in the mirror.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Soobin said nothing. He just tilted his head slightly toward the warm spray behind him, the invitation clear as day, not even a little bit subtle.

You paused mid-brush. “Seriously?”

“Baby,” he said, voice low and sweet, a small pout forming on his lips.

“What?”

“I’m leaving today, you know that.”

You stared at him through the mirror, toothbrush paused halfway to your mouth. “You’re leaving at four p.m., Soobin.”

“That’s still leaving,” Soobin said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s six hours from now.”

“Exactly,” he replied, tilting his head under the spray. Water cascaded down his broad shoulders as he gave you a pitiful look. “Six hours isn’t that long.”

Your eyes narrowed. “That’s not helping your case.”

A look of genuine offense crossed his face. “How is it not helping? I’m literally telling you! I’ll miss you.”

You had to fight the urge to laugh. “Because you basically have the entire day, Soobin.”

“I don’t have the entire day,” he argued, pointing dramatically at the shower floor like it was evidence in a courtroom. “I’m currently using part of the day. Very important shower time.”

You almost choked on your toothpaste. “Choi Soobin.”

“What?” He blinked innocently, water dripping from his lashes. “I’m just saying.”

His smile widened immediately, dimples carving deep into his flushed cheeks. He looked far too pleased with himself for someone who was supposed to be hungover.

You turned back to the mirror, shaking your head. “No, baby.”

A beat of silence passed. Then, softly: “Please?”

You laughed — actually laughed — the sound echoing off the bathroom tiles. “Stop this.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

You finally turned to look at him through the glass. He was standing there, tall and dripping wet, giving you the most heartbreaking pout you’d ever seen.

He whined, voice soft and sweet. The pout somehow got worse. “Baby.”

“Oh my God. Fine.”

You groaned loudly and rubbed a hand down your face in defeat. From inside the shower, Soobin visibly brightened. First came the smile, then those dangerous dimples, followed by the unmistakable expression of a man who knew he was winning.

You pointed your toothbrush at him threateningly. “Move over.”

The reaction was immediate.

Soobin lit up like someone had just told him he won the lottery. His whole face broke into the biggest, goofiest, most heart-melting smile you’d ever seen. The kind that made his dimples pop and his eyes crinkle at the corners.

He was already making space for you, looking absurdly pleased with himself — like convincing you to join him in the shower was his greatest achievement of the week. Maybe even the month.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. You quickly finished brushing your teeth, then turned away from the mirror. With zero ceremony, you unbuttoned his oversized shirt and let it slide off your shoulders, catching it before it hit the floor. You tossed it onto the laundry basket, followed shortly by your panties, which you stepped out of and kicked toward the same direction.

Soobin’s eyes followed every movement.

“Weirdo,” you muttered, cheeks warming slightly as you stepped into the shower.

The moment the water hit your skin, Soobin wrapped his long arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head with a contented sigh. For a few seconds it was just quiet — the sound of water, his warm chest against your back, the familiar scent of his stolen shampoo filling the steamy air.

Then he spoke again, voice low and hopeful against your ear. “So… can I eat you out now?”

You blinked, pulling back just enough to stare at him in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, what is wrong with you?” you laughed, half shocked, half amused.

Soobin gave you a innocent little shrug, water dripping from his lashes as he smiled. “I’m just saying,” he murmured, “it will make you more happy on this day.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What are you talking about?”

He leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss to your wet shoulder before continuing with complete seriousness, “Research says that if you let your boyfriend eat you out once a day—”

You slapped your hand over his mouth immediately, eyes wide.

“Don’t finish that nonsense, my god Soob,” you groaned, laughing despite yourself. “I thought we were just having a cute shower.”

Soobin’s eyes sparkled with mischief under your palm. He gently pried your hand away from his mouth, still grinning.

“We’ve talked about this yesterday! It’s not like I’m bringing this up from nowhere,” he said innocently, pressing another kiss to your wet shoulder, then your collarbone. “I said I was going to take my time with you today. And I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up, you looked so cute drooling on my arm.”

“Pervert,” you said. Water cascaded over both of you as you poked his chest. “We are not doing that in the shower, baby. It’s slippery and dangerous and I’m not trying to end up in the ER with a concussion because my boyfriend got too excited.”

Soobin pouted again, somehow even more dramatically this time. “I can get on my knees for it, baby, you know I don't mind.”

“Jesus. No, Soob, we can do it in bed, where it’s safe and I can lie down. And not worry about my giant boyfriend dropping me on the tiles.”

“I wouldn’t drop you,” he argued, hands sliding down to rest on your hips. “I’m very strong. And very careful. And very motivated.”

You gave him a flat look and repeated. “Pervert.”

“Your pervert,” he corrected happily, leaning down to press a soft, wet kiss to your lips. When he pulled back, his eyes were sparkling with mischief. “Come on, just a little. I’ll be gentle. I’ll even get on my knees. I look really good on my knees, you already told me that.” He tries again.

You groaned, but the sound came out weaker than you intended. The image hit you instantly — Soobin, tall as he was, sinking down onto his knees in the shower, water running down his broad shoulders and back, looking up at you with those dark, hungry eyes while his mouth...

Damn. You hated how quickly your body and heart reacted to the mental picture.

“Stop it,” you muttered, turning your face away from him, but your voice lacked any real conviction. Heat was already crawling up your neck and settling in your stomach.

Soobin noticed immediately, of course. He always did.

He tilted his head, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. “Why? You just got all tense.”

“I did not.”

“You definitely did.” His hands slid down to your waist, thumbs stroking your wet skin. “Your breathing changed too, jagi. That's cute.”

You turned around once again and pushed at his chest half-heartedly, cheeks burning. “You are so annoying. We are not doing this in the shower. It’s slippery, I will fall, and then you’ll have to explain to your members why I have a concussion and you have a guilty conscience.”

Soobin hummed, clearly not convinced. He leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear as water continued to cascade over both of you. “But imagine it,” he whispered, voice dropping into that low, dangerous tone he knew affected you.

Soobin stepped closer, closing what little space remained between you until your back gently met the cool tile wall. His tall frame crowded you in, one hand braced beside your head while the other slid around your waist, pulling your wet body flush against his.

He leaned down, lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear.

“Me on my knees for you…” he murmured, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to your neck. “Holding your thighs open while the water runs down your body.” Another kiss, this one lower, lingering as his tongue traced a warm path along your skin. “You could just lean back against the wall and take it.”

You shivered despite the hot water raining down on both of you. Your hands instinctively came up to rest on his chest, but you didn’t push him away.

“Ya! Soobin-ssi…” you complained in a whine, slapping weakly at his chest.

“I’ll be gone for another week after today,” he continued softly, lips never leaving your neck. He kissed lower, right where your pulse fluttered, then sucked gently, making your breath hitch. “Just let me have a little taste before I go. You know I can do it, baby, we’ve done this before.”

His mouth kept moving — slow, deliberate kisses trailing down the side of your throat, then back up to that spot just under your jaw that always made your knees weak. He pressed his body more firmly against yours, one thigh sliding between your legs as he coaxed you with that deep, raspy voice.

“You remember last time, don’t you?” Your boyfriend whispered against your wet skin, kissing and licking between every word. “How fast you came on my tongue? How you had to hold onto my hair because your legs were shaking so much?”

Your fingers curled against his chest as heat pooled low in your stomach. Soobin was being unfairly effective — the combination of his warm mouth, the hot water, and those filthy, sweet words making it harder and harder to say no.

Soobin pulled back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark and full of want, droplets of water clinging to his lashes.

“Just a little,” he pleaded softly, pressing another lingering kiss right below your ear. “Let me make you feel good before I have to leave you for a week.”

You let out a pathetic little whine, your hand coming up to smack his shoulder.

“Ya, that’s not fair,” you complained, voice breathy. You were already rising onto your tiptoes, trying to escape the thick thigh he had gently wedged between your legs. The movement only pressed you closer to his body, which made everything worse.

He didn’t even flinch at the smack. Instead, he smiled, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“I’m sore after last night,” you added, pushing at his chest with both hands, cheeks burning. “You shouldn’t be like this, you know.”

Soobin let you push him, still grinning as he took a few steps back. You kept shoving him with an annoyed pout on your face until his back hit the opposite wall of the shower. Even then, his smile only grew wider, dimples deep and eyes sparkling with pure delight.

He loved when you got like this — all flustered and pouty and trying to boss him around.

You glared up at him. “Stop smiling like that.”

“Like what?” he asked innocently, though the grin never faded.

Before you could answer, Soobin’s arms wrapped around you again, pulling you flush against his chest. One large hand cradled the back of your head as he leaned down and kissed you.

The kiss was slow and deep, warm water still pouring over both of you. He was so much taller that you had to tilt your head back, standing on your tiptoes again just to reach him properly. The shower wasn’t tiny, but with his broad frame taking up space and the steam rising thicker by the second, it was definitely getting warmer.

You tried to stay annoyed for about three seconds.

Then you melted into him, hands sliding up his wet chest and around his neck as you kissed him back. Soobin hummed happily against your mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue brushed yours, slow and sensual, tasting the faint mint of your toothpaste. Water dripped from his hair onto your face as he kissed you harder, one hand sliding down to grip your waist while the other stayed tangled in your wet hair.

Between kisses, you pulled back just enough to mutter against his lips, “If you let me fall, I swear…”

Soobin smirked, the expression wicked and fond at the same time. Without a word, he pressed you even closer, chest to chest, until there was almost no space left between your bodies. He kissed you again, deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your knees feel weak.

The shower filled with the sound of running water and the wet, messy noises of your kisses. Soobin’s hand moved from your waist to your lower back, holding you firmly as he tilted his head the other way, kissing you like he had all the time in the world.

When you finally broke apart for air, both of you breathing heavier, he rested his forehead against yours, water dripping from his lashes.

“So…” he murmured, voice rough and teasing, “is that a yes?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you pulled him back down into another kiss, deeper this time, fingers threading tightly through his wet hair as the steam thickened around you. Soobin groaned softly into your mouth, the sound low and hungry. His large hands slid down your body, gripping your waist before moving lower to cup your ass, pulling you up against him until your feet barely touched the floor.

The kiss turned filthy fast.

Tongues sliding, lips wet and eager, breaths mixing with the hot water pouring over you. Soobin walked you back until your shoulders hit the tiled wall again, his tall frame completely caging you in. One of his thighs pressed between your legs again, this time with clear intention, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped when it rubbed lightly against your core.

His large hands roamed slowly down your back, pulling you closer until you could feel him starting to harden against your stomach.

You let out a small, involuntary sound and pressed closer. Soobin’s breath hitched. He broke the kiss just enough to look at you, eyes dark but concerned.

“Baby,” he said quietly, voice serious now. “Are you still achy?” He pressed a warm palm to your belly.

You nodded, fingers still tangled in his wet hair. “It’s fine,” you whispered. “I want it.”

"'Sure, baby?" He asks again.

"Hm." You nod.

The reassurance seemed to flip a switch in your boyfriend.

His hands gripped your waist firmly, and with almost no effort he lifted you slightly, pressing your back against the tiled wall. The movement made you yelp in surprise. He used that moment — while your mouth was open — to kiss you even deeper, tongue stroking yours with slow, filthy intent.

You moaned into his mouth, arms wrapping tighter around his neck as he manhandled you exactly how he wanted. He kept you pinned gently against the wall, one hand supporting your thigh while the other cradled the back of your head, angling you perfectly for his kisses.

The steam was getting thicker, the shower box feeling smaller and hotter with every passing second.

Soobin walked you sideways along the wall, still kissing you senseless, until your back met a different section of tile. He pulled back just enough to catch his breath, lips brushing yours as he spoke.

“I missed this so much,” he whispered, voice low and earnest. “Sometimes when I’m away… I dream about you all the time.”

He slowly sank down to his knees in front of you, water streaming down his broad shoulders and chest. Even like this — tall frame folded down on the shower floor — he looked devastating. Soobin looked up at you with dark, adoring eyes, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead with one hand.

He leaned in and pressed the softest, most reverent kiss right below your belly button, right over your womb. Then another. And another. His lips were warm, feather-light, almost worshipping as he kissed lower and lower.

You let out a shaky breath, one hand gently resting on his wet hair. The sight of him on his knees, kissing you with such quiet devotion, was making your head spin.

Soobin smiled against your skin, dimples deep even now. “Why are you looking at me like that?” he murmured, voice low and fond. He kissed your lower belly again, slower this time. “You’re all dazed already, baby.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your fingers just tightened slightly in his hair.

He continued his gentle worship, pressing feather-light kisses everywhere — along the crease of your thigh, over your mound, the sensitive skin right above where you needed him most. Every kiss was tender, almost sweet, like he was reminding himself how lucky he was to be here.

Then he carefully lifted one of your legs and hooked it over his broad shoulder, opening you up for him. The new position made you feel exposed, and you instinctively tried to close your legs a little, suddenly shy.

Soobin noticed immediately.

“Hm? Is it okay, baby?” he asked softly, pressing a slow kiss to your inner thigh while looking up at you. Water dripped from his lashes as he waited for your answer. “You’re getting shy on me now?”

You bit your lip, cheeks burning.

He smiled again, that warm, endearing smile that always made your heart flutter, even when he was on his knees between your legs.

“Come on,” he coaxed gently, voice full of affection. “Let me see you.” He turned his head and inhaled softly against your core, breathing you in like he couldn’t get enough. “Fuck… you smell so good. Missed you so much.”

You whimpered quietly, thighs trembling. Soobin pressed another feather-light kiss right next to your clit, then looked up at you again with dark, loving eyes.

He adjusted his grip, securing your leg more firmly over his broad shoulder so you were perfectly open for him. Water continued cascading down his back as he looked up at you.

“Hold onto the handle, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing against your folds. “Don’t want you slippin'.”

You reached up with one hand and gripped the shower handle tightly, heart racing. Soobin gave your thigh a gentle, reassuring squeeze, then leaned back in.

He started slow.

Extremely slow.

His lips brushed against your outer folds first — soft, warm, almost chaste kisses that made your breath hitch. He kissed you there like he was savoring you, gentle presses of his mouth against your slick, sensitive skin. Then he parted your folds with his tongue in one long, deliberate stroke, tasting you properly from your entrance up to your clit.

A quiet, satisfied hum vibrated against you.

His tongue moved lazily, tracing the shape of your inner lips, licking slowly through your folds with careful, thorough strokes. He took his time exploring every inch of you — gliding over your entrance, circling just below your clit, then dragging back down again in unhurried, sensual movements.

You could feel everything. The way his soft, warm tongue parted your slick folds, the gentle suction of his lips when he kissed your clit, the way his nose brushed against your mound as he buried his face deeper between your thighs.

Soobin groaned softly, the sound deep and genuine. “Missed this so much,” he whispered, pressing an open-mouthed kiss right over your entrance before licking back up slowly. “So pretty…, right baby?”

His tongue dipped inside you briefly, tasting deeper, before sliding back up to swirl lazily around your swollen clit. Every movement was deliberate, loving, and maddeningly gentle.

Your grip on the shower handle tightened as your thighs trembled around his shoulders. Soft, breathy moans kept slipping from your lips, growing louder each time his warm tongue dragged slowly through your folds.

Soobin felt you starting to lean more of your weight onto him. He smiled against your pussy, eyes crinkling with affection.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured sweetly, voice vibrating against you.

You couldn’t answer, pleasure was already clouding your mind. Instead, you reached down with your free hand and threaded your fingers through his wet hair, gripping tightly as your hips rolled forward, chasing his mouth.

The sudden tug made Soobin groan. He responded immediately by sucking on your clit a little more firmly, lips wrapping around the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pressure.

A broken whimper escaped you.

He felt your weight dip again as your legs grew weaker. You were completely lost in it — head tilted back against the tile, eyes half-closed, lips parted in silent moans. Soobin noticed how far gone you already were and got a little excited. He pulled back just slightly and blew a cool stream of air directly against your overheated clit.

You yelped in response, hips jerking hard. “Ah—!”

Soobin chuckled softly, the sound warm and fond. He looked up at you through wet lashes, water still running down his face.

“Jagi,” he called gently.

You didn’t look down at him right away, too dazed. So he nipped lightly at your inner thigh, just enough to get your attention.

Your eyes finally fluttered open and met his.

Soobin’s expression softened instantly — eyes full of love and quiet adoration, even while he was on his knees between your legs.

“Breathe, baby,” he whispered tenderly. “Slow down for me. You’re shaking too much.”

You pouted, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, bottom lip trembling slightly. You gave him a small, shy nod. You hated when he teased you like this.

Without thinking, you reached down and gently pushed his wet hair back from his forehead, tucking the strands away so you could see his face better. The gesture was so soft and intimate that Soobin’s heart squeezed.

"Stop teasing me," you pouted and whined.

He smiled up at you — slow, fond, and completely smitten. For a moment, everything felt strangely domestic despite the explicit position you were in. Just you and him, water raining down, eyes locked in a quiet, loving stare.

“Thank you,” he murmured sweetly, pressing one last gentle kiss to your thigh. "Love you."

Then he leaned back in, returning to his slow, devoted work with even more care than before — licking long, sensual stripes through your folds, savoring every drop of you like he truly had been dreaming about this.

His tongue moved in slow, luxurious strokes — dragging flat and warm from your entrance all the way up to your clit, parting your slick folds with every pass. The hot water continued falling over his shoulders and back, but he didn’t seem to notice. His only focus was you.

He licked deeper, tongue dipping inside you for a moment before sliding back up to circle your clit with lazy, precise movements. Every so often he would close his lips around the sensitive bud and suck gently — not too hard, just enough to make your hips twitch.

“Bin…” you whimpered when the pleasure suddenly spiked. Your hand left the handle and gripped his shoulder instead, nails digging into his wet skin.

He could feel your thigh trembling on his shoulder and adjusted it slightly higher, opening you up even more for him. The new angle let him press his tongue firmer against your clit, flicking it softly before sucking again.

You moaned louder, legs shaking.

He pulled back just enough to blow a cool stream of air directly against your overheated pussy. The contrast made you jolt. Again.

“Ah—!” Your grip on his shoulder tightened hard. “Soobin!”

Instead of answering, he nipped gently at your inner thigh, then immediately soothed the spot with a slow, wet kiss. He repeated the pattern — long, slow licks through your dripping folds, gentle suction on your clit, cool bursts of air, and soft nips on your thighs whenever you got too loud or too squirmy.

At one point he pulled your other leg up too, carefully resting it over his shoulder so both of your thighs were draped over him. The position left you almost completely suspended, back pressed against the tile, most of your weight supported by his shoulders and hands. It should’ve felt precarious, but the way he held you made it feel safe.

Soobin groaned deeply when he tasted how much wetter you’d gotten.

“Oh fuck,” he murmured, voice husky. "You like this, don't you, baby?" He confirmed it with a short giggle, only to himself. He licked it all up with broad, hungry strokes of his tongue, making obscene wet sounds that echoed in the shower.

Your back pressed firmer against the cool tiled wall as most of your weight settled onto his shoulders. The tiles were cold against your heated skin — a sharp, sudden wake-up call that made you gasp. At the same time, the angle opened you up so much wider for him.

“—Soobin!” you cursed breathlessly, eyes widening. Your hands scrambled for purchase — one gripping the slippery shower handle tighter, the other slapping against the wet tiles, trying to find something solid to hold onto.

Before you could protest more, he leaned back in and licked a long, broad stripe up your entire pussy — slow and deliberate. The new position made every sensation feel ten times stronger. His tongue dragged heavily over your clit, then dipped down to push inside you, fucking you with lazy, deep strokes while his nose rubbed perfectly against your swollen bud.

The stretch in your thighs, the cold wall on your back, the hot water pouring over both of you, and the overwhelming feeling of being so completely open for him — it was almost too much.

“Oh my god—” you whimpered, half-laughing, half-moaning as your fingers dug harder into the shower handle. Your other hand slid down to grip his wet hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

Soobin groaned deeply against you, the sound vibrating through your core. He was clearly enjoying how reactive you were in this position. His hands gripped the underside of your thighs firmly, holding you securely as he devoured you with slow, hungry licks — sucking gently on your clit, then licking broad and flat, then teasing your entrance again.

Then he picked up the pace.

His tongue focused on your clit, dragging the sensitive bundle of nerves from side to side in rapid, firm strokes. The sudden intensity made your whole body jerk.

You squirmed hard, hips twitching as sharp pleasure shot through you. Your hand tightened desperately in his wet hair while the other gripped the shower handle so hard your knuckles turned white.

Soobin didn’t stop. He kept licking you with quick, relentless side-to-side movements, his tongue flat and heavy against your swollen clit. At the same time, the pads of his fingers began gently massaging your entrance, rubbing slow, teasing circles around it, spreading your wetness.

The dual sensation made you twitch violently. Your thighs shook over his shoulders as your body tried to process the overwhelming pleasure.

He pulled back just enough for you to hear his low, vibrating murmur against your pussy, “Just hang on a little bit more, baby…”

The vibration of his voice against your clit made your eyes roll back for a second. Soobin detached for only a moment, breathing heavily against your thigh as he looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.

“Just two, okay baby?” he asked softly, voice hoarse but gentle. “I’ll go slow.”

You barely managed a shaky nod.

He leaned back in, pressing a soft kiss to your clit before pushing one finger inside you. The stretch was familiar — thick and warm. You moaned loudly, walls fluttering around the intrusion. Soobin groaned at the feeling, then slowly worked in a second finger, carefully stretching you open while his tongue returned to your clit.

He started moving both fingers in slow, deep thrusts, curling them gently against that spongy spot inside you while his tongue flicked rapidly over your clit again.

Soobin groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through your core. He could feel how much easier his fingers were sliding in this time — how much more open and relaxed you were compared to last night. The realization made heat flare in the man's stomach.

“Fuck… you’re so much more open today, baby,” he murmured against your pussy, voice thick with satisfaction. “Fuck, I love my life.”

Before you could respond or laugh at his ridiculous comment, he spread his two fingers apart inside you in that slow, deliberate scissoring motion he knew drove you crazy. He stretched you gently, opening you up even more while his tongue kept working your clit in quick, firm strokes.

Your reaction was instant.

“Oh my god— Soob,” you moaned loudly, head falling back against the tile. Your voice echoed in the shower as your hips jerked. The combination of his tongue on your clit and his fingers stretching you was overwhelming.

He kept the same devastating rhythm — deep, scissoring thrusts of his fingers paired with relentless flicks of his tongue. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, turning into broken whimpers as the pleasure built higher and higher.

You started squirming, trying to pull away when it became too intense.

“Oh—” you gasped, one hand pushing weakly at his head while your thighs trembled violently over his shoulders.

Soobin didn’t let you escape.

His strong hands gripped your thighs harder, locking you firmly in place against his mouth. He pulled you even closer, burying his face deeper between your legs as he sucked on your clit with more purpose.

You cried out, back arching hard against the cold tiles.

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the shower, mixing with your increasingly desperate moans. Your whole body started shaking . The pressure in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter until it finally snapped.

You came hard with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head as waves of intense pleasure crashed through you. Your walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around his fingers, gushing against his tongue. Soobin groaned loudly, happily, and kept licking you through it — slower now, but still greedy, drawing out every last tremble and aftershock.

He held you securely the entire time, supporting your weight as your legs shook violently over his shoulders. Only when your moans turned into soft, overwhelmed whimpers did he finally ease up, pressing gentle, soothing kisses to your sensitive pussy and inner thighs.

You were panting hard, barely able to hold yourself up, one hand still weakly gripping his wet hair.

Soobin looked up at you with dark, satisfied eyes and a soft, loving smile, water still streaming down his face. You stared back down at him, eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, chest heaving. Without thinking, you reached down and pushed his wet hair back from his forehead with more force than necessary, fingers gripping the strands tightly. The movement made his head tilt back, exposing the long line of his throat.

Soobin’s eyes fluttered for a second, a low, pleased sound rumbling in his chest. He looked completely blissed out — eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shiny. He even let out a soft, breathless laugh, looking almost as wrecked as you felt.

You tried to lift your leg off his shoulder, but your thighs were shaking too much. The moment you attempted to move, your muscles gave out, leaving you helplessly trembling against the wall.

“Don’t laugh…” you whined, voice hoarse and cracked from moaning. “Soob—”

But he only grinned wider, looking positively drugged out and proud of himself. His face was completely soaked — water mixed with your release dripping from his chin and lips down onto his chest.

“Oh my god…” you breathed, eyes widening as you finally noticed just how wet his face was. “Is that—?”

Soobin let out another low, delighted laugh, dimples deep and eyes sparkling with pure satisfaction.

“Right, baby?” he said, voice husky and teasing. “I got worried for a second. But I remember you always come this much when I go down on you.”

You let out a embarrassed groan and weakly pushed at his shoulder, but there was no real strength behind it. Your legs were still trembling over his shoulders, completely useless.

Soobin chuckled softly, pressing one last gentle kiss to your mound that made you twitch hard. Then he carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, supporting your weight as he rose from his knees.

He stood up slowly, towering over you again. The moment he was upright, he pulled you into his chest, arms wrapping tightly around your body like he couldn’t bear even an inch of space between you. His skin was hot, flushed from the steam and exertion, and he was still grinning — that big, dopey, uncontrollable smile that showed off his dimples.

“You’re shaking so much,” he murmured, voice hoarse and fond. He held you closer, one arm banded around your waist while the other stroked down your back. “C’mere, baby. I’ve got you.”

Your legs were still unsteady, twitching every few seconds from the aftershocks. Soobin noticed immediately and tightened his hold, practically holding you up as the water continued raining down on both of you.

He couldn’t stop smiling. Couldn’t stop touching you. Couldn’t stop kissing you.

He pressed soft kisses to your wet forehead, then your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth — everywhere he could reach. His hands roamed gently over your body, not sexual anymore, just loving and a little possessive, like he needed the constant contact.

“You’re so cute when you’re like this,” he whispered against your hair, still grinning like an idiot. “All twitchy and soft. My favorite version of you.”

You leaned heavily into him, still catching your breath. “You like this too much… I can’t even stand properly because of you.”

“I know, 'm sorry,” he said happily, clearly not sorry at all. “Let me help.”

He kept one arm firmly around your waist and reached for the body wash with the other. He squeezed some into his palm and started washing you — gentle, careful strokes over your shoulders, your chest, your stomach. Every few seconds he’d lean down to kiss wherever he was washing, like he couldn’t help himself.

You leaned into him, still a little dazed, letting the warm water and his touches calm your trembling body.

After a moment, you tilted your head up to look at him, a small, amused tired smile playing on your lips.

“Where the hell did you learn that position?” you asked, voice still slightly hoarse. “The one with both my legs over your shoulders. That was crazy, fuck.”

Soobin paused mid-stroke, then let out a bright, excited laugh, dimples popping out instantly.

“Did you like it?” he asked immediately, eyes sparkling with both pride and nervousness. “I’ve been wanting to try it for a while but I was honestly scared I was going to drop you. I kept thinking ‘don’t let her fall, don’t let her fall’ the whole time.” He grinned sheepishly. “But I did good, right?”

You giggled, hiding your face against his wet chest for a second before looking back up at him.

“Yeah, babe. You did really good,” you reassured him, still smiling. “It felt insane. I felt like I couldn’t even move… but in a really hot way.”

His whole face lit up with pure joy. “Really? I was so focused on not dropping you that I almost forgot to breathe.”

You laughed again, the sound soft and fond. As you kept talking, your hand slid down his chest… and then lower. Your eyebrows raised slightly when you felt just how hard he still was, his cock heavy and flushed against your stomach.

“Jesus, baby…” you said softly, tone laced with worry. You looked up at him with a deep pout, brows furrowed as you gently wrapped your fingers around his hard length. He was achingly stiff, throbbing in your hand, “you’re so hard. Want me to suck you off before we get out?”

Soobin let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering for a second at your touch. For a moment he looked genuinely tempted — his hips twitched forward instinctively — but then he shook his head, biting his lip.

“I’m good,” he murmured, even though his voice was rough with want. He leaned down and kissed you softly. “I mean… I would love that, but I really need to get out of this shower.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes dark and honest.

“I need to fuck you properly soooo bad,” he whispered, voice low. “It's not even funny anymore".

You couldn’t help it — a bright little giggle escaped you. You leaned up and pressed a soft, affectionate kiss to his cheek, right over his dimple. Soobin pouted instantly, lips pushed out in the most dramatic, pitiful way.

“…Baby,” he whined, dragging the word out. "I'm serious."

You laughed harder, the sound echoing in the steamy shower. “Look at you. So desperate.”

“Please,” he begged, voice soft and sweet as he nuzzled into your neck. “Please please please. Just one last time before I have to leave for a week. I’m gonna miss you so much, I need you.”

You kept giggling, thoroughly enjoying how needy he was being. He pulled back just enough to give you the biggest, saddest puppy eyes.

“I’ll get on my knees again if it's needed,” he offered seriously, already starting to lower himself.

You burst out laughing and grabbed his shoulders to stop him. “Slow down! Oh my god, you’re actually insane.”

Soobin paused mid-crouch, looking up at you with flushed cheeks and a shy, hopeful smile. You cupped his face with both hands, still giggling.

“It’s okay, baby. I want it too,” you reassured him, thumbs brushing his wet cheeks. “You’re just fun to tease.”

He blushed harder, the pink spreading all the way to his ears, but his smile turned knowing and a little shy. He knew exactly what you meant. He liked it when you played with him like this — when you teased him, made him beg, made him wait. And you both knew it.

“Yeah?” he asked quietly, eyes sparkling as he straightened up again and pulled you flush against his body.

“Mhm,” you hummed, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Big tall boyfriend acting all desperate and cute… what’s a girl supposed to do?”

Soobin let out a bright, embarrassed laugh, cheeks still flushed. Then, without warning, he attacked — wrapping both arms around you and peppering your face with rapid, playful kisses and gentle bites.

You squealed and giggled, trying to squirm away as he kissed your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, and even nibbled softly at your jaw.

You laughed, slapping weakly at his shoulders.

He kept going for a few more seconds, grinning like an idiot the entire time, before finally pulling back. In one smooth motion, he bent down and lifted you into his arms, hands gripping the back of your thighs as he held you up against him.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, still giggling.

“Can we go now?” he asked, suddenly serious, eyes wide and pleading. “Baby, I’m not joking. My dick is turning blue at this point.”

You stared at him for half a second… then burst out laughing so hard you had to hide your face in his neck. Your whole body shook with laughter as you clung to him.

“I’m serious, Y/N!” he whined, though his own shoulders were shaking with quiet laughter.

“Finish showering first,” you told him, still smiling. “Then we can go to bed.”

Soobin let out a long, suffering sigh, but the fond smile never left his face. He leaned in and kissed you once more, slow and sweet this time.

“Two minutes,” he reminded you against your lips, voice playful but soft.

You laughed and nodded, and the two of you actually tried to finish showering. It was mostly successful — he washed your back while you washed his chest, stealing little kisses every few seconds. He kept pulling you close under the spray, humming happily whenever your bodies pressed together. The water eventually started cooling, forcing you both to finally step out.

Soobin turned the shower off and immediately reached for the big fluffy towel hanging nearby. Instead of wrapping it around himself, he opened it and pulled you into it with him, enveloping both of you in the warm fabric.

“You’re going to get us all tangled,” you giggled, trying to push him away half-heartedly.

“That’s the plan,” he grinned, leaning down to steal another kiss. Then another. And another.

You kept laughing as you both tried to dry off, the bathroom filled with the sounds of your giggles and the occasional wet smack of kisses. Soobin was relentless — every time you turned to dry your arms or your hair, he was right there, pressing quick kisses to your shoulder, your neck, the top of your head, your cheek.

After drying off (with many interruptions from Soobin’s wandering hands and kisses), the two of you finally made your way to the bedroom, still completely naked. Neither of you even thought about putting clothes on — it was natural, comfortable, just another quiet part of being together.

You climbed onto the bed first while Soobin stood in the middle of the room, vigorously drying his damp hair with a towel. The morning light coming through the curtains highlighted every line of his tall, broad body. You couldn’t help but admire him for a second before reaching over to your bedside table.

You opened the small drawer and pulled out the last condom from the pack he’d bought last time. Your lips immediately formed a pout.

“That's the last one," you mumbled, holding the foil packet between your fingers.

Soobin paused mid-towel-ruffle and glanced over at you, hair adorably messy.

“Hm?” He looked at the single condom in your hand and let out a soft laugh. “I have more in my wallet if you want. It’s in my bag.”

You shook your head, still pouting a little as you tore the packet open.

“No, it’s fine. I’ll buy more later and leave a pack here.” You reached for your phone on the nightstand. “What was the name of that brand you liked again?”

Soobin tossed the towel onto the chair and walked over to the bed, towel lazily wrapped around his waist and unbothered. He climbed onto the mattress and settled beside you, leaning on one elbow.

“I don’t know… I just get the regular ones,” he said casually, shrugging. “That Durex one. The black box.”

You nodded, typing it into your reminders app. He watched you with a fond smile, one big hand resting on your bare thigh, thumb stroking lazy circles on your skin.

“You don’t have to buy them, you know. I can bring more next time.”

“I want to,” you replied simply, locking your phone and setting it aside.

Soobin’s expression softened instantly. He leaned in and kissed your shoulder, then your neck, then your jaw, mumbling against your skin. “You’re too good to me, baby, you know that?”

"I'm just buying us condoms, Bin. Nothing more." You smiled and turned your head to catch his lips. The kiss was slow and sweet at first, both of you still tasting like toothpaste and warm water. You reached over and placed the condom on the sheets beside you, then gently pushed Soobin back until he was sitting against the headboard.

He let the towel that was loosely hanging around his hips fall away without a second thought. You moved forward and straddled his lap, knees on either side of his thighs.

Soobin’s hands settled on your waist as he kissed you again, deeper this time. He pulled back just enough to press soft kisses along your shoulder, humming happily.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, almost to himself. “I like it.”

You didn’t respond with words. Instead, you placed both hands on his chest and pushed him down until his back hit the mattress. Soobin blinked up at you, a little surprised but clearly intrigued. You shifted higher on his lap, settling comfortably on top of him.

“Want to ride you,” you said simply, looking down at him.

The man's face lit up with the brightest, happiest smile you’d seen all morning. His dimples were deep, eyes sparkling. “Yeah?” he asked, voice warm. “You want to, baby?”

You nodded and reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around him gently. He was already starting to thicken again. You stroked him slowly, lovingly, feeling him grow fully hard in your hand.

Soobin let out a shaky breath, one hand resting on your thigh.

“Goodness. Did I… do something?” he asked, a little confused but smiling. “I feel like I’m being rewarded right now. I must have been a really good person in my past life.”

You let out a soft laugh, still stroking him at a lazy pace.

“You treated me well this morning,” you said gently. “And I’ve been missing you a lot during this promotion particularly. And since you'll be gone for a week again… I just want to take care of you too.”

His cheeks flushed deeper. The praise clearly hit him hard. He tried to hide his face behind his hands, grinning so wide it looked like it hurt, but you could still see the tips of his ears turning red.

“Jagi,” he mumbled, voice shy but delighted.

You kept stroking him slowly, thumb brushing over the head every time you reached the top. A bead of precum leaked out, making your movements smoother. His cock twitched hard in your hand.

You leaned down and kissed his chest again, then his collarbone.

“Move to the middle of the bed for me?” you asked softly.

Soobin didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his long arms around your waist and sat up slightly, holding you securely against him as he shifted both of you toward the center of the mattress. Once he was lying flat on his back in the middle of the bed, he pulled you back on top of him, hands resting on your hips.

You leaned down and kissed him properly, tongues brushing lazily as your hand continued working his cock between your bodies. Soobin hummed into your mouth, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed on your hip, gently squeezing.

Every few seconds he’d lift his hips into your fist, chasing the feeling, but he never rushed you. He just kissed you like he couldn’t get enough — soft, warm, and a little needy.

You broke the kiss for a moment, lips brushing as you spoke. “You’re so hard again already,” you murmured, stroking him with slow, firm movements.

Soobin let out a quiet laugh, a little embarrassed.

“Can you blame me?” he whispered, tilting his head up to kiss you again. “My girlfriend is on top of me, naked, saying sweet things… I’m just a simple man, jagi.”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him deeper, your hand never stopping its slow, loving strokes. Soobin groaned softly into the kiss, hips lifting again to meet your fist as his fingers flexed on your skin.

You kept stroking him slowly as you kissed him, but soon your lips started traveling.

You moved from his mouth to his jaw, then down to his neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses along the flushed skin. Soobin tilted his head back with a shaky breath, giving you more room. You continued lower — kissing his collarbones, then his chest, taking your time to press your lips against his warm skin, occasionally letting your tongue taste him.

Lower and lower.

You kissed down his stomach, feeling his abs tense under your mouth. Soobin’s breathing was getting heavier, one hand gently resting on the back of your head.

Then you reached his cock.

You started with feather-light kisses along the side of his shaft — slow, reverent presses of your lips from the base all the way up to the flushed, leaking tip. Soobin’s cock twitched hard against your mouth with every kiss.

“Oh—,” he whimpered, sitting up slightly on his elbows to look down at you. His voice was already wrecked. “I thought— I thought you were just gonna ride me… shit—”

You didn’t answer. You simply kissed the underside of his cock, right along a thick vein, then moved back up and kissed the head, lips brushing against the sensitive slit where precum was steadily leaking.

Soobin let out a broken moan, one hand flying to your hair.

You took your time with him — soft, slow kisses all over his cock, sometimes dragging your lips along the length, sometimes pressing open-mouthed kisses to the head. You licked a slow stripe from base to tip, savoring the taste of him, before finally wrapping your lips around the head.

“Baby— oh my god,” he gasped, fingers tightening in your hair.

You sank down slowly, taking as much of him as you could. He was thick and heavy on your tongue, the head nudging against the roof of your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks. You bobbed your head gently at first, sucking softly while your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Soobin was losing it.

“Fuck… fuck, baby,” he groaned, voice cracking.

You took him deeper, relaxing your throat as you worked him with slow, wet strokes. Every time you pulled back, you swirled your tongue around the sensitive head, licking up the precum that kept leaking for you. Then you’d sink back down, taking him as far as you could until your nose brushed against his pelvis.

Soobin’s hips twitched, but he tried his best to stay still, panting heavily.

You pulled off his cock with a soft pop and went back to teasing him. You pressed feather-light kisses all along his throbbing length, from base to tip, sometimes just brushing your lips against him, sometimes dragging them so slowly it made his hips twitch. His cock jerked against your mouth.

The moment he thrust up involuntarily, you wrapped your hand around him again, stroking him with slow, firm twists. You looked up at him with a fond smile.

Soobin’s brows were furrowed tightly, eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds like he was trying to keep control. When he finally opened them again, they were glassy and desperate.

You crawled up his body and kissed him deeply. He moaned into your mouth, the sound raw and needy, one hand cupping the back of your head as he kissed you harder — rougher — tongue sliding against yours with barely any restraint.

You kept stroking him steadily between your bodies, thumb occasionally brushing over his sensitive head. Soobin was falling apart.

“Baby, please—” he whimpered against your lips, voice cracking. His hips kept twitching up into your fist. “Just ride me… please. ’M close already. If you keep doing that I’m gonna blow in your hand, I swear to God, Y/N—”

His eyes were watery, cheeks flushed dark red. You finally let go of his cock. Soobin let out a relieved groan as you straddled him properly, knees on either side of his hips. You pushed gently on his chest until his back hit the mattress again.

He was a mess underneath you — chest heaving, cock red and leaking against his stomach, twitching desperately every few seconds.

You leaned down and kissed him again as you settled on top of him. Soobin kissed you back hungrily, hands gripping your waist. You reached between your bodies and guided his cock so it nestled between your folds, then started grinding slowly along his length, coating him with your wetness and vice-versa.

You rocked your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit against the underside of his cock while the head nudged against your entrance with every movement.

Soobin groaned into your mouth, hips instinctively trying to thrust up.

You pressed down on his chest, keeping him pinned.

“Don’t move, Bin-ssi,” you whispered against his lips.

Soobin let out the most pathetic, beautiful whine you’d ever heard from him. His head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut as he fought every instinct to thrust up into you.

“Oh c'mon…” he whined again, voice hoarse and trembling. “Y/N, I’ve been hard for so long— don't be mean, baby—”

You finally took mercy on him.

You reached beside you for the condom, tearing the packet open with your teeth. The sound of the foil ripping made Soobin’s eyes flutter open. He watched you with heavy, glassy eyes as you sat up straighter on his lap.

His cock was flushed a deep, pretty pink all the way from base to tip, glistening with your wetness. His abs were rising and falling quickly with every breath, chest still flushed from earlier.

You tried to roll it on him, but your hands were still a little shaky from earlier. You fumbled for a second, the condom slipping slightly.

Soobin let out a soft, frustrated laugh and sat up on his elbows.

His larger hands covered yours, steadying them as the two of you rolled the condom down his length together. It was such a simple, familiar thing, but the way you both paused for a moment — foreheads almost touching, sharing a quiet little smile — felt incredibly intimate.

Once the condom was on properly, you gently pushed his chest until he laid back down in the middle of the bed again. You gathered your damp hair to one side, letting it fall over your shoulder so you could see better.

Then you rose up on your knees, wrapped your fingers around his now-covered cock, and lined him up with your entrance. The head pressed against your slick folds, hot and heavy.

You took your time — pressing the head against your slick folds, rubbing it up and down a few times to coat him even more before slowly starting to sink down.

You lowered yourself gradually, feeling every thick inch stretch you open. A soft moan left your lips as you sank further down. Soobin’s cock twitched inside you, but he didn’t thrust up. He just breathed heavily through his nose, eyes half-lidded as he watched you take him.

When you finally sat fully on him, taking every inch, you let out a shaky breath. Soobin’s hands trembled on your thighs.

You stayed still for a moment, just feeling him deep inside you, pulsing and hot. Then you leaned down, bracing your hands on his chest, and kissed him softly. Soobin kissed you back like a man starved, one hand sliding up your back while the other stayed gripping your hip, still doing his best not to move.

You started riding him properly, hair falling to one side over your shoulder as you braced your hands on the sheets beside his head. A playful, satisfied grin spread across your face as you rolled your hips, taking him in smooth, controlled movements — not sinking all the way down yet, just riding the upper half of his cock while circling your hips.

Your boyfriend looked completely gone.

His head pressed back into the pillow, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and hazy as he watched you move on top of him. Every roll of your hips made his breath hitch.

He strained his neck upward, desperately kissing and biting at your neck and collarbones, sucking lightly on your skin while his hands gripped your hips. He helped guide your movements, lifting some of your weight so you could focus on the rhythm.

“Oh baby,” he praised breathlessly between kisses. “So pretty, so wet— shit, I can feel it dripping down on me.”

You bit your lip, trying to stay focused, but the way he was helping you move, the way he kept twitching and throbbing inside you, made it hard to stay composed.

At one point, you sank down a little deeper and felt him hit a new angle. Your walls throbbed hard around him. You bit your lip to hold back a loud moan, eyes fluttering.

“Oh. Fuck, Bin— how are you getting even deeper like this?” You whispered, voice shaky.

Soobin let out a wrecked sound, fingers digging into your hips as he helped you roll against that same spot again and again. His eyes were completely glued to your face, drunk on the sight of you riding him with that focused, blissed-out expression.

He kept murmuring praises against your neck between kisses and soft bites, voice hoarse.

You leaned down and kissed him deeply, tongues sliding together as you swallowed his moans. Then you pushed firmly on his chest, making him lie all the way back down on the mattress.

Soobin’s eyes darkened as he watched you sit up properly, bracing your hands on his chest. You adjusted your position, sinking down until he was fully buried inside you, then started bouncing on his cock.

Your hips moved with purpose — rising and dropping in a steady, rhythmic bounce, taking him deep every time. The sound of skin meeting skin started filling the room, wet and obscene. Your hair bounced with every movement, falling messily over one shoulder.

Soobin’s hands flew to your hips, gripping hard as his head pressed back into the pillow.

“Shit— baby,” he groaned, eyes rolling back for a second before locking onto you again. “'M so deep— fuck, you’re riding me so good.”

You bit your lip, focusing on the way he stretched you, the way his cock dragged against that perfect spot every time you sank down. You leaned forward slightly, changing the angle, and started bouncing harder, faster, chasing that feeling.

Soobin was losing it underneath you. His abs were tight, thighs flexing every time you dropped down on him. His hands guided your hips, helping you slam down harder while still letting you stay in control.

You braced your hands on his chest for better leverage and really let go — riding him with deep, forceful bounces. The wet slap of your ass meeting his hips grew louder. Every time you sank down fully, you ground your clit against him, making yourself moan.

Soobin’s grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he tried not to thrust up too hard. His eyes were glued to where your bodies connected, watching his cock disappear inside you over and over again.

“Baby— slow down a little or I’m not gonna last,” he warned breathlessly, though his hands were still pulling you down harder.

You didn’t listen.

You kept riding him with deep, purposeful rolls of your hips, thighs flexing as you took him all the way every time. The wet sound of your bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with Soobin’s broken moans and heavy breathing. His cock throbbed violently inside you, twitching and pulsing with every descent.

Soobin’s head pressed deeper into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed in concentration as he tried so hard to hold back.

“Fuck— Y/N, I’m really close,” he gasped, voice cracking. “Baby, I can’t— I’m gonna cum if you keep—”

You suddenly lifted yourself off him completely, leaving his cock slapping wetly against his stomach, red and angry, twitching desperately in the open air.

Soobin let out a devastated, broken whine.

“No— no no no, baby please—” His hands flew to your thighs, gripping them so tightly his knuckles turned white. His hips jerked up uselessly into nothing, searching for friction that wasn’t there. Tears of frustration and overstimulation gathered in his eyes as he looked up at you with pure desperation. “Why would you do that…? I was so fucking close…”

You moved up and sat on his abs instead, feeling how hard and fast his stomach was rising and falling. You leaned down and gently kissed the corners of his eyes, tasting the salty tears that had slipped out.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” you whispered tenderly, stroking his flushed cheek. “But I want you to fuck me from behind. You always go so deep like that… and I know it’s your favorite after I ride you.”

Soobin’s teary eyes widened, the heartbreak on his face instantly shifting into hopeful disbelief.

“Really?” he asked, voice hoarse and almost shaky. “You’re not teasing me again?”

You smiled softly and shook your head, then climbed off him. You moved further up the bed and got on all fours, arching your back nicely as you looked over your shoulder at him.

The second he saw you like that, Soobin lit up like a Christmas tree. His whole face transformed — neglection gone, eyes sparkling, dimples deep, that desperate, lovestruck grin breaking across his face again.

He scrambled up so fast it was almost clumsy, immediately crawling behind you.

“I love you,” he breathed, pressing frantic kisses along your spine and shoulders. “I love you, I love you, I love you so much— Actually, never do that again, I'm serious.”

You giggled. "Sorry, baby, I know. But your face was making me super horny."

"Fuck, you're going to kill me some day."

He was still murmuring it like a prayer between every kiss, hands trembling slightly as he gripped your hips, clearly overwhelmed with relief and excitement. Soobin moved behind you quickly, his large hands gripping your hips with barely contained excitement. He was still breathing hard, cock heavy and flushed as he knelt between your spread thighs.

You arched your back a little more for him, pushing your ass up. Soobin let out a shaky exhale at the sight. “I'm the happiest man on earth,” he whispered, almost reverently. "Even when my girlfriend edges me so hard my balls are going to fall off."

He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and guided the head to your entrance, rubbing it up and down your soaked folds, coating himself in your wetness. You were still dripping from earlier, and the sensation made you both moan softly.

You nodded, pushing back against him slightly.

Soobin pressed forward slowly. The head of his cock pushed past your entrance, stretching you open inch by inch. He groaned deeply as he watched himself disappear inside you, his grip on your hips tightening.

“Shit… so tight,” he breathed. “Even after riding me… you’re still squeezing me so much, baby.”

He kept pushing in slowly, savoring every second until his hips were finally pressed flush against your ass, buried to the hilt. Both of you let out a long, satisfied moan at the same time. The new angle made him hit new places that he wasn't touching before.

Soobin stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his hands running up and down your back soothingly. Then he started moving.

At first, his thrusts were slow and deep — pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a smooth roll of his hips. The wet, filthy sound of him fucking into you filled the room. Every thrust made your body rock forward slightly, your breasts swaying beneath you.

But it didn’t take long for his desperation to show.

His pace gradually picked up, thrusts growing harder and faster. His hips started snapping against your ass with every stroke, the sound loud and rhythmic. One of his hands slid up your back and gripped your shoulder, using it as leverage to pull you back onto his cock with more force.

He leaned over you, chest pressed against your back as he fucked you harder. His other hand reached around to grip your breast, squeezing it as he drove into you with long, powerful strokes. The new angle made his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.

You moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his movements. Soobin pressed open-mouthed kisses and soft bites along your shoulder and the back of your neck, panting against your skin.

Soobin’s thrusts grew more erratic, his hips snapping harder against your ass as he chased his pleasure. His breathing was ragged, hot against the back of your neck.

“Baby— fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer,” he groaned, voice strained and desperate. “You feel too good… I can’t—”

You already knew. You could feel it in the way his cock throbbed inside you, in how frantic his rhythm had become. You were also aware you edged this boy to the breaking point today.

Instead of replying, you just pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with equal hunger. Soobin let out a broken moan and reached around your body, his hand sliding down between your legs. His fingers found your swollen clit instantly.

He rubbed it firmly at first, then used two fingers to gently pull the hood back, exposing the sensitive bundle of nerves completely. The moment he pinched it lightly between his fingers, your whole body jerked.

“Ah—!” you cried out, back arching sharply as intense pleasure shot through you. Your hand flew back, grabbing onto his forearm tightly, nails digging into his skin.

Soobin groaned at your reaction but didn’t stop. He kept rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles while still fucking you deep from behind, his hips never losing their brutal pace. Every thrust pushed you forward, making your breasts bounce as you tried to hold yourself up.

Then he shifted.

With a low grunt, Soobin used his knees to knock your thighs further apart in one smooth, firm motion, forcing your legs wider. The new position made your back arch sharply, pushing your ass higher and spreading you open even more for him.

The change in angle was devastating.

A loud, broken moan tore from your throat as he drove even deeper, hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back instantly. Your fingers clawed at the sheets, body trembling violently as he fucked you harder from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with wet, punishing slaps.

You could only moan in response, pushing back onto his cock while your hand stayed locked around his arm, holding on for dear life. Soobin leaned over you more, chest pressed to your back as he continued rubbing and pinching your clit, occasionally slowing down to tease the sensitive nub with slow, torturous strokes before speeding up again.

Your eyes stayed rolled back for a moment, mouth open in a silent scream as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure crashed through you.

The dual sensation — his cock stretching and pounding into you while his skilled fingers worked your clit — was driving you insane. Your thighs were shaking, moans growing louder and more desperate with every thrust.

Soobin pressed a sloppy kiss to your shoulder, breathing heavily.

“You’re gonna cum again for me, baby?” he whispered hotly against your skin, fingers never stopping their relentless movements on your clit. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock when you do.”

Fuck, he talked so much when he was inside you.

Sometimes it drove you crazy — the constant stream of praise, curses, and desperate little observations. But right now, you didn’t have the strength to tell him to shut up. The heat in your lower belly was building too fast, threatening to explode at any second. Every deep thrust, every circle of his fingers on your clit, every filthy word against your ear was pushing you closer to the edge.

You could only moan and push back against him, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

You came hard with a broken cry, body tensing violently around him. Your walls clenched and fluttered wildly around his cock, pulsing in strong waves as pleasure crashed through you. Your thighs shook, back arched deeply, and your hand flew back to grab his wrist, holding his fingers against your clit as you rode out the intense orgasm.

The sudden, powerful squeeze of your pussy around him was too much for Soobin.

“Fuck— baby, I’m cumming—” he groaned, voice cracking.

He buried himself deep inside you and came hard, hips stuttering as he spilled into the condom. His cock throbbed rhythmically, pulsing with every spurt while he pressed his forehead against your shoulder, moaning loudly through his release.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were your heavy breathing and the faint patter of water still running in the background from the forgotten shower. Your body was trembling underneath him, legs shaking as the intensity slowly started to fade. You felt completely spent — mind fuzzy, thighs burning, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

Soobin stayed draped over your back, panting harshly against your skin. He was careful not to put all his weight on you, arms braced on either side of your body even as they trembled with exhaustion.

“Fuck… that was crazy,” he breathed out, voice rough and wrecked.

“Yeah… baby, fuck,” you managed to reply, still trying to steady yourself. Your voice came out hoarse and weak.

He let out a tired, breathless laugh and slowly moved the hand that had been rubbing your clit. He slid it up and pressed his palm flat against your lower belly, gently pushing down so you could feel just how deep he still was inside you.

You grimaced at the added pressure, a sharp whine escaping your lips as you swatted weakly at his hand.

“Soobin— stop,” you whined, squirming. “I can already feel you too much…”

He chuckled softly but moved his hand away, kissing your shoulder apologetically. Both of you stayed like that for a few minutes — connected, panting, bodies slick with sweat and water. Soobin pressed soft, lazy kisses along your spine, trying to calm you both down even as his cock continued to twitch inside you.

Then, without warning, he gave one slow, deep upward thrust.

Your walls clenched around him so hard it made him groan. You let out a startled, oversensitive moan, fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

“Soobin—” you gasped, voice breaking.

He smiled against your skin, clearly pleased with your reaction, even as he fought to stay still again.

After this you could feel yourself getting tighter and tighter around him, almost involuntarily. Even though it was starting to border on painful, there was something undeniably hot about his stamina — the way he was still hard, still buried deep inside you, still desperate for more even after he’d already cum.

Soobin noticed it too. He let out a low, shaky groan, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades as he fought to stay still.

“Babe… please,” he whispered, voice hoarse and needy against your skin. “Just one more? Please, baby. I need to feel you cum around me one more time.”

You gasped sharply at his words, eyes widening. The soft, almost desperate way he called you “babe” while begging made your stomach flip.

“Soobin—” you breathed, voice trembling.

He rocked into you slowly, just shallow little thrusts, like he couldn’t help himself.

“I know you’re sensitive,” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck. “But you feel so fucking good right now… so tight. Please, just let me have one more. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Your body betrayed you again — clenching hard around his cock at his plea. You let out a broken whimper, torn between the overwhelming sensitivity and the undeniable heat of his desperation.

He felt it immediately and moaned softly, pressing another kiss to your spine.

He started again to thrust into you — slower, deeper, almost lazy strokes, like he couldn’t bear to pull out yet. The overstimulation hit you instantly.

“Ah— Soobin, wait—” you gasped, body twitching hard as sensitivity overwhelmed you. “Too much— fuck—”

He groaned softly, still rocking into you gently, his cock still twitching inside your sensitive walls.

“I can’t— baby, please,” he begged hoarsely, voice trembling. “Just one more. Please give me one more. I need to feel you cum around me again.” He repeated sickly.

You whimpered, torn between the overwhelming pleasure and the sharp edge of overstimulation. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably, but Soobin wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you up, still thrusting slowly and deeply, savoring the way you clenched around him.

He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your spine, murmuring praises between heavy breaths. “You’re doing so well… taking me so good even after you came…”

You were a mess — panting, whimpering, tears of pleasure pricking at your eyes as he kept moving inside your oversensitive heat. You thrashed underneath him, overwhelmed and overstimulated, tears spilling down your cheeks.

“Soobin— please—” you sobbed, fingers clawing at the sheets.

“I know, I know,” he whispered desperately against your ear, voice strained. He was clearly in pain — his cock was oversensitive after cumming, every thrust costing him, but he was too focused, too greedy to stop. “Just let go for me, baby. I can feel how close you still are. Please cum again. Please.”

He kept grinding into you in those maddening, deep circles, refusing to let up even as your body shook and thrashed beneath him. One of his arms wrapped around your chest, holding you securely while his other hand slid back between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit again.

You cried out, tears flowing freely now as the mix of pain and pleasure became unbearable.

“I can’t— I can’t—” you sobbed.

“You can,” he groaned, voice wrecked but determined. He pinched your clit lightly and rubbed it in tight, fast circles while still grinding deep inside you. “Come on, baby. Let go. Cum for me. I need it. I need to feel you—”

Your whole body seized up.

A third, even stronger orgasm ripped through you, making you scream into the pillow. Your walls clamped down around him so hard it made Soobin choke out a broken moan. He kept moving through it, fucking you through your orgasm even as tears streamed down your face and your body tried to escape the intensity.

Soobin was panting harshly against your neck, almost whimpering from his own overstimulation, but he refused to stop until your orgasm faded.

Only then did he finally slow down, burying himself deep and staying there, both of you shaking and panting.

He pressed soft, apologetic kisses to your shoulder, voice hoarse and full of love.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered, still buried inside you. “You did so well. My good girl.”

After this, you couldn’t even blink properly for a couple of minutes.

Your body kept spasming underneath him — little aftershocks running through your limbs as you tried to catch your breath. Your mind felt completely blank, eyes glassy and unfocused, tears still drying on your cheeks.

Soobin finally stilled, breathing hard against your neck. He stayed buried inside you for a few more seconds, then slowly started pulling out. The movement made him hiss sharply through his teeth — he was clearly oversensitive too — while you let out a weak, broken whine at the loss.

“Shh, I know,” he whispered apologetically, voice hoarse.

He carefully peeled the condom off his softening cock, tying it quickly before tossing it into the small trash bin beside the bed. He grabbed the towel that was hanging off the edge of the mattress and wiped himself clean with a few quick strokes, then turned his full attention back to you.

You were lying limp on your stomach, face half-buried in the pillow, body still twitching occasionally. Soobin gently turned you over onto your back, handling you like you were made of glass. Once you were facing him, he hovered over you, brushing damp strands of hair away from your flushed face with worried eyes.

“Baby?” he called softly, voice full of concern. “You okay?”

You could barely respond — your eyes were still glassy, lashes wet, lips slightly parted as you tried to steady your breathing. Another small spasm ran through your thighs and you whimpered quietly.

Soobin’s expression melted with worry and guilt. He lay down beside you and pulled you into his arms, cradling your limp body against his chest. One of his big hands rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back while the other gently stroked your hair.

He whispered, pressing soft kisses to your forehead. “I went too hard at the end, didn’t I? You were shaking so much…”

You took a few deep breaths, slowly gathering yourself. Then you pushed back slightly, glaring at him through teary eyes.

“You freak,” you muttered, slapping his chest with a weak but deliberate smack. You wiped your tears with the back of your hand, still panting. “I thought I was actually going to die for a second. Oh my God.”

Soobin let out a soft laugh and quickly pulled you into his lap, shifting until his back was resting against the headboard. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close against his chest.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, but there was still a hint of amusement in his voice.

“You’re sorry?” you scoffed, still catching your breath. “You almost killed me and you’re smiling. Fuck, Bin.”

You did exactly that — a lighter slap on his chest this time. Soobin just grinned, dimples showing.

“It’s not the first time we’ve done that,” he defended himself, rubbing your back. “And you clearly enjoyed it last time too. Was it wrong timing?”

You slapped his chest again, harder this time.

"You should've warned me! And, no, fuck— it was too good."

He laughed, the sound warm and low as he hugged you tighter, pressing kisses to the top of your head.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, this time more genuinely. His voice softened. “I got carried away. I didn’t mean to push you that hard.”

You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with your finger.

“I know… I fucking found it hot,” you admitted quietly. “But I also worry about you. You were shaking too, Soob. I don’t want you to hurt yourself just to make me cum.”

Soobin stayed quiet for a second, then smirked against your hair. His voice dropped into a low, shy murmur: “You know I like the pain part…”

You pulled back just enough to look at him. He was blushing, but that mischievous little smile was still there.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Shut up, you’re a pervert,” you mumbled, voice still hoarse and tired as you weakly slapped his chest again.

Soobin only chuckled softly, the sound rumbling warmly through his chest. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer until your bodies were completely tangled together. Your head rested against his collarbone, one of your legs thrown over his thigh, while his large hand stroked slow, soothing patterns up and down your back.

But even as you tried to settle, your body betrayed you. Another strong aftershock ran through you, making your thighs spasm hard against him. Your fingers curled tightly into his skin as you twitched uncontrollably, a soft, broken whimper slipping from your lips. The overstimulation was still lingering, sending little electric jolts through your nervous system every few seconds.

Soobin noticed immediately. He looked down at you with the softest, most adoring expression, his dimples appearing as he tried not to smile too widely.

“You’re still twitching so much,” he whispered, clearly charmed. He gently brushed your messy hair away from your damp forehead. “It’s so cute. I don't want to go to the schedule today.”

You let out an embarrassed groan and hid your face deeper into his neck, but another spasm hit you, making your leg jerk against his thigh. Soobin’s hand moved lower, rubbing comforting circles on your hip, trying to ease the tremors.

“Shhh, I’ve got you,” he murmured, pressing a long kiss to the top of your head. “Just let it pass. You did so well for me.”

You stayed like that for a long while — wrapped up in each other, skin still warm and slightly sticky, hearts gradually slowing down. The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. Soobin kept holding you like you were something precious, one arm securely around your waist while his other hand never stopped its gentle, soothing touches.

Every time your body twitched or trembled, he’d kiss your temple or your shoulder, whispering quiet little praises and reassurances. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and comforting. His fingers eventually found their way into your hair, playing with the strands as he held you.

Neither of you spoke much. The silence was comfortable, filled only with soft breathing and the occasional quiet hum from Soobin whenever you spasmed again and he found it endearing.

He eventually pulled the blanket over both of you, tucking it around your shoulders before wrapping you up in his arms once more. You melted into him completely, exhaustion and satisfaction weighing heavy on your body.

You stayed curled up against his chest for a long while, both of you quiet and content in the warmth of each other. Eventually, you tilted your head slightly, voice soft and sleepy.

“…Should we order some food before you have to go?” you mumbled, barely lifting your head.

Soobin smiled gently and shook his head, his hand still stroking your back in slow, soothing motions.

“No, baby. Just sleep it off,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll order something later when I’m about to leave. You need to rest.”

You hummed tiredly in response, nuzzling deeper into his chest. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, limbs still occasionally twitching from the intensity of everything that had happened. Soobin pulled the blanket higher over your shoulders, tucking you in securely.

A few minutes passed in comfortable silence. Your breathing grew slower, deeper. Just as you were drifting off, you murmured against his skin, voice barely audible:

“I love you Soob…”

Soobin’s hand paused on your back for a second. He looked down at you with soft, loving eyes, heart squeezing at your sleepy words. He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, lingering there for a moment.

“Love you too, baby,” he whispered, so quietly it was almost just for himself. “I wish I could stay here with you all day.”

He held you a little tighter, rubbing his cheek against your hair as you finally slipped into sleep in his arms. Even after you dozed off, Soobin stayed awake for a while longer, simply watching you breathe, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

He stayed like that — warm, protective, and completely wrapped around you — until he eventually had to force himself to move and get ready for his schedule.

But for now, he let you sleep peacefully against him, savoring every last second he had.

author's note — pretend you dont know me pls. #needthissoobin #respectfully. I'M SO SORRY IF YOU DON'T FUCK WITH SWITCH!SOOBIN BUT THIS IS THE VIBE I WENT FOR OK. i'm also afraid this is too detailed for some so my apologies. #munchsoob #overstim… sorry

Beomgyu's a stubborn fuck. Standing between you and the door when you have to leave soon, holding you by the waist and playing with the bottom of your shirt and just grinning into your neck instead of letting you pass. You're stuck in the bedroom, 5 minutes til you have to leave if you wanna meet your friend at the agreed time, with almost 6 ft of man keeping you from getting ready.

“Just a sec.” His hands slide just under your top to squeeze at the flesh above your hips while his tongue runs over your pulse area.

You sigh. ”Beom—”

“Nn-nn, baby. Here, just...” He's pushing you further back into the room, a few steps away from the door toward the bed.

“I have to go,” you say, breath catching when you feel his teeth on you, starting to leave marks. You muttered his name again.

“You'll be fine.” You could feel that stupid smirk of his against your skin. Trying fruitlessly to muster up some other meaningless denial, you were swiftly maneuvered onto the bed. You curse and lightly shove his arm with one hand.

The action only earns a raised eyebrow from Beomgyu as he's moving to hover over you. He doesn't say anything, only plays with the hem of your shorts with one hand while the other holds his weight, eyes skimming over you. If you didn't know better you might think he looked thoughtful.

“I'm serious,” you say, and you know before you finish that there's no shot it comes across as convincing. Not with the way you've been visibly forcing yourself but to lean into him the whole time. Beomgyu nods lazily, pushing your shirt up and shifting downward a little. Your eyes widen a little and you start to lean up, only to be easily pushed back onto the pillows. “Stay.”

“F-... five minutes.” You remind him quietly. Beomgyu's fingers are pulling your shorts off to toss them somewhere on the floor. Pushing your legs apart to move between them, he gives a glance back up to your face for what felt like the first time since he stopped you in the doorway. You realize you're biting your lip, and let it go, eyes shifting off him as you hope you're not too flushed. No matter how many times you do this you can't seem to hide your reactions.

Your knees end up over your boyfriend's shoulders, and you look back to watch him lean his face over your panties. His hands caress your thighs, the soft touch of those pretty hands give you goosebumps. Beomgyu's taking his time, open mouth making its way to softly kiss over the fabric. You can't help but squirm a little — flustered and a little nervous — and you notice him smirk softly again before going for it, leaving open, wet kisses over your clothed core.

“I'm gonna be all— all messy, can't just— fuck.” Your thighs tense around his head when he gives your clit a brief moment of attention through the fabric.

“Shh, it'll be quick, just wan’ a taste before ya leave me.”

You shake your head. “Not enough time, just gonna make me all bothered when I have t’ go.”

“Doubting me?” His dark eyes meet yours and suddenly you're unable to do anything but shut up and shake your head. “Didn't think so.” Beomgyu brings a hand to push your panties to the side, running a finger through your folds. “You're already wet ’n everything. You might even be able to take my cock already if I wanted to...” he teases.

Some part of you wants to reach down and whack him in the head, but most of you is entirely clouded by his long fingers gathering your wetness up to rub over your clit, drawing little gasps and sounds from you. Your fingers bunch up some of the blanket beneath you, shutting your eyes in attempt to keep your composure.

Beomgyu chuckles under his breath and plants a kiss to your thigh, nipping at it and soothing over the spot with his tongue before leaning further for a higher spot. His fingers working up and down your cunt just teasing your clit with each return while he sucks marks into your soft inner thigh, making you whine. Beomgyu hums, “Look at me,” he murmurs, resting his fingertips just over your waiting entrance until you meet his gaze. He smiles, pressing his lips to the mark he'd just left, and pushes his two fingers into you at once.

"Ah-!" You're given no time to gather yourself when he starts, he's immediately finding a quick rhythm, reaching just the right spots with ease, pulling loud whines from your mouth til your hand clamps over it. Beomgyu rolls his eyes, “Yeah?” his steady, deep voice drawls in contrast to the fast motion of his fingers. “Not gonna let me hear you?” When you don't let up, he adjusts his grip on your thigh to lean back in, holding eye contact as he presses his warm tongue between your inner lips, fingers curling into that spot inside you all the while. Both of your hands find their way to his messy dark hair when he glides over your sensitive clit.

You groan, pushing your hips up only for him to keep you in place with his free hand. He's all in now, eyes shut, pressing his tongue flat and tasting your wetness, fucking and pressing just right with his long fingers. It's sooner than you expect when you're arching off the bed, whining and tugging sharply at his hair, earning some soft groans from him in return. “Fuck- Beom—” He takes a glance up at you, “Mm, come on, baby,” he says. He presses his lips to your bundle of nerves and then takes it between them, sucking lightly and running his tongue over it.

You almost feel like you could pass out from the high when your climax washes over you, his pace unrelenting as he rides it out for you. You're panting, hands falling to rest on your stomach, thighs twitching and trembling in his hold when he kisses up from your core to your knee slowly while he eases the motions of his fingers in you.

When he pulls them out you can't hold back a little groan, looking up at him with hooded eyes. Beomgyu laughs, “What, you want it back or something?” He brings his hand up, watching your essence string between his fingers when he pulls them apart.

You look away. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so blissed out right now.

“You gotta get ready quick, yeah?”

You blink. Right. You only nod, leaning up on your elbows as you catch your breath.

“Look,” Beomgyu says, tapping your chin with the other hand before bringing the wet one to your mouth. He quirks an eyebrow and you part your lips for his fingers, closing around them and sighing softly, ignoring the chuckle coming from Beomgyu when you do exactly what he wanted.

• he doesn't say anything that evening. he's buzzing, but he hugs the members, thanks the staff, goes through the motions. but his eyes keep finding you in the crowd backstage, and there's a new, profound heat in his gaze.

TENSION SO THICK, YOU COULD CUT THROUGH IT.

• it starts subtle. i mean, he’s always been touchy, but now his hands linger on your hips, your lower back, with a different kind of purpose. when you’re cooking in his dorm, he’ll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, and just rest his chin on your shoulder, his palms spread wide over your stomach. he doesn’t say a word. he just… holds. like he’s imagining it rounded with his child.

• he starts buying things. not baby things—that would be insane—but family things. a ridiculously soft, large blanket "for movie nights." two matching, sturdy coffee mugs. he looks at apartments with an extra room, "for an office or something."

• the dirty talk shifts. it used to be about how good you felt, how pretty you looked. now, it’s laced with something deeper, more primal. "you take me so well, fuck, you feel like home." "i could stay inside you forever." once, in a haze of pleasure, he groaned, "you'd be so beautiful pregnant," and immediately clammed up, as if he’d revealed a state secret.

• watching and taking care of yoojun for a hundred days unlocked a specific, visceral kink: breeding. he never expected himself to be into something like that. he thought of finishing inside you is a sacred, claiming act of creation. the risk, the potential, is the biggest turn-on of his life.

• he becomes obsessed with your cycle. he’d never ask, but he notices the subtle signs. he even downloaded a tracker app. when you’re tired and crampy, he’s unbearably tender, massaging your belly with a warm palm. when he suspects you’re ovulating, or the app tells him so, he’s a different being—possessive, insatiable, his touches loaded with a desperate, hungry intent.

• he stops pulling out. it happens the first time after the music core win. he holds you down through his climax, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, and stays there, panting against your neck. the silence afterwards is thick with what he’s just done. the unspoken question hangs in the air: was that okay? the answer is in the way you cling to him, in the lack of protest.

IS THIS A DREAM?

• it’s a quiet night at his place. you’re curled up watching the parenting diary episode on his laptop. he’s pretending not to watch you watch it.

• on screen, he’s making yoojun laugh, tossing him gently in the air. you let out a soft, "aww, he’s so cute with you."

• that’s the trigger. he quietly takes the laptop, closes it, and sets it aside. his movements are deliberate. he turns to you, cups your face, and kisses you. it’s not hungry at first. it’s devastatingly sweet, full of the emotion he saw on screen.

• "i want that," he murmurs against your lips, his voice thick. "ours. i want to see you holding our baby after a win. i want to come home to you both."

the confession hangs there. it’s huge. it’s terrifying. it’s the hottest thing he’s ever said.

• the sex that follows is slow, deep, and unbearably intentional. every kiss, every touch, every thrust is infused with that yearning. he makes love to you with his eyes open, watching every flicker of emotion on your face.

• he guides your legs up over his shoulders, changing the angle, going deeper. "right here," he breathes, his rhythm becoming focused, potent. "this is where i’d put my baby in you."

• when he gets close, his composure cracks. the sweet, yearning boy is swallowed by the primal man. his thrusts become urgent, erratic. his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise.

• "gonna put a baby in you," he chokes out, a ragged, desperate promise. "gonna see your belly swell with me. please. let me. i need to." it’s half plea, half vow.

• he comes with a broken sob, collapsing over you, his body trembling not just from release, but from the sheer magnitude of his want. he doesn’t move, keeping you pinned, filled, as if willing his desire into reality.

• later, wrapped around you in the dark, his hand splayed possessively over your lower stomach, he whispers the most vulnerable thing of all: "would you? someday? with me?" it’s no longer just a kink. it’s a dream, and he’s handing you his heart, hoping you’ll choose to build it with him.

– a very, very deep sound that makes your ears perk and you squeak as the hold around you tightens, solid muscle pressing you impossibly more flush against him

"mine"

you think you may have misheard, but a gasp interrupts your train of thought as his hips drive forward experimentally – charged and slow, purposeful

"mine"

it makes your breath hitch this time, your thighs tightening around his waist as you involuntarily clench around his demanding length. sensitive – he's sensitive, but he pays it little mind. he hisses through his teeth, long and drawn out – throbbing painfully inside of you once more

"t-taehyun—" your voice is hoarse, but that's not the thing that pauses you in your tracks

it's when he lifts his head from your nape, raising his torso onto his palms that he now plants on either side of your head, that you see it – broad frame caging you in

his eyes, predatory and fully dilated, lock onto yours

"all mine"

his lips claim yours. it's not gentle. it's not slow. teeth clashing, tongues dancing, moans and grunts passing between you, hips picking up speed again

a particularly hard and angled thrust makes you whimper and tremble in the aftershocks of what was your previous, powerful orgasm

his skin is scorching to the touch, eyes almost completely blacked out and dark and his voice? it's dropped to an octave you never thought he could produce

his rut — it has arrived

shit

pulling off, he grunts, "give me a safeword, sweetheart", slowing just enough to allow you to think, hip rolls deep and delicious

"a– a safeword?" your voice trembles and a shiver licks up your spine, desperately wracking your brain for an option

he hums in confirmation, "anything you can think of"

hell, you're barely able to think. "i– uhm– vanilla?", your eyes flutter shut, a whimper tumbling from your lips as he effortlessly works and strokes his length right against that spot that makes you brainless

it throbs thicker and heavier inside of you, every ridge and vein growing more prominent against your walls, stretching you the more it swells

taehyun breathes out a laugh, sharp canines and fangs on full display, an amused smile taking over his face. the sight of them makes your mark throb

you're just so sweet, it's ironic, really – because there's nothing vanilla about the way taehyun is about to fuck you

you exhale shaky moans as his mouth grazes and nips at your neck. "vanilla it is"

he pulls out until just the tip of his engorged cock is buried inside and you brace yourself, clinging onto him before he slams the entire length back in, setting a brutal pace

every push of his hips forward is a charged, powerful force, punching more air out of your lungs. a nervousness and excitement ripple through you, setting your insides on fire and driving your omega feral. she's been waiting for this, you've been waiting for this – and you let him take you the way he's been dying to since he met you

gruff grunts and moans tumble from his lips, no longer trying to contain his pleasure or his pride. you gasp softly when you hear him speak again, the sound vibrating through you

"little omega was so desperate for me to mark her, to claim her all for myself, hm?"

oh fuck—

"saw the way you looked at me all week", he scoffs, eyes boring into yours and your breath catches in your throat

he chuckles, "watched you pretend like you weren't daydreaming about me fucking you open on this cock, making you cum all over it again and again, yeah?"

all you can do is cry and whimper in response

"your scent had me crazy", he groans, recalling the way tempting little curls of your arousal would linger around him. "always ready in case i changed my mind, little omega cunt was just begging for me to fuck you good"

you can't even bite back and tell him that he's wrong

"didn't even try touching yourself, did you, sweetheart? can't satisfy yourself the alpha does", he coos, the sound of skin slapping against skin resonating through the room

how'd he know? you thought you had been discreet, that you had done a good job at keeping your desire at bay

"and still so fucking impatient, squeezing me 'cause you can't wait for me to fucking ruin you. isn't that right, sweetheart?" – your stomach flips at his next words. "what should i do with you, hm?"

your hands grip tighter onto his arms, wrapping around his triceps pathetically

"think i should teach you patience", he leans down, breath hot against your ear. "i have an idea", he says, breaking into a dangerous grin

his head tilts as he pretends to think, length tearing through your cunt. you flutter pathetically around him, trying to prepare yourself for whatever consequence he is about to declare

"don't cum until i tell you to", he slows and your eyes widen. "if you don't, i'll go easy on you, but if you do," his eyes like pools of obsidian darken. "i get to make you cum as many times as i want. until you can't anymore"

you sob, but he cuts you off with a nip to your collarbone. "sounds good?"

you give in, barely able to utter a yes before his pace increases again – fast

this shouldn't be too hard. you can be good for him. you can—

just when you think you can hold off, taehyun sits back, draping your legs over his thighs, angling himself to deliver perfect hip rolls right into your sweet spot – at an alarming speed too, tongueing at the corner of his mouth

you gasp, followed by a shrill wail, eyes rolling to the back of your head

no no no, not there. he'll have you cumming in record time if he keeps his unforgiving onslaught up

his eyes on you are wicked as he taunts, "that's it, that's the spot right there, hm?"

the obscene, slick cadence between your thighs become even louder as he fucks your releases back into you. it takes everything in you to not succumb to the raw pleasure, your pussy stuttering around him, breasts bouncing with every rock

you try to think about something, anything but the way he slams into you without mercy. "t-taehyun, i can't—"

"feels so good, doesn't it, sweetheart?" the earlier sweetness in his voice gone, replaced by a wicked taunt. "sweet little pussy can't resist when alpha fucks you like this. 'can feel you gripping my cock"

you shake your head no rapidly, his words almost making you slip

"still haven't given you permission to cum" he mocks. "but you're still going to do it, aren't you?"

your cunt's quivering obscenely with the effort of holding back and taehyun clicks his tongue, displeased – nostrils flaring slightly. he thrusts even harder, cock ramming against that yummy spot, caressing aggressively against your slippery walls

"no! please– oh please, taehyun—"

you're reduced to a puddle of whimpery gasps, going cross eyed when his thumb caresses over your clit, drawing slick, expert circles over it that make your mind short-circuit. your knees draw together in an attempt to push him back, but he only pries them apart and you're so focused on not clamping down on his cock, you barely provide any resistance. a hand shoots to his wrist, desperately trying to pry him off, but to no avail. you're no match for his strength – your actions only making him press harder

you pant and flail, mewling when you feel him rub you just right

"fuck fuck fuck—!" you burst with an inaudible cry

taehyun works your gummy insides until you gush, hot slick splattering from where he's ramming into you until every wave is ridden out – until your thighs are trembling and you're shaking helplessly as you try to come down. he purposely drags it out, until you whine and whimper for him to slow down. he makes sure you feel every pulse of your release and how you grip him, that you know he felt you shatter around his length – that you had enjoyed every second of it, even when you were trying to hold back

he lowers himself – your trembling hands bracing against his chest and you hide your face in his shoulder, still whimpering in the unending aftershocks

taehyun tsks, "such a dirty girl. can't even obey one command and cum when i tell her to"

"a-alpha–"

his tone drops to a whisper that makes you gulp, "now i'm gonna make you cum as many times as i want"

god – and he does, he fulfills that promise

there are no thoughts in your head besides taehyun, his cock, his cum, his hands, lips and teeth on your skin and his beautiful, deep moans and grunts. it's all him

he's not much different than you, the only thing on his mind is you – your nails leaving marks all over his skin, your screams and cries, your pussy squeezing him tighter and tighter and your still quaking thighs. it all just made him want to fuck you harder. see just how far he can push you, turn you into his little cum-hungry, cock-addicted omega

his alpha rages at him to knock you up, to pump you so full of his cum you'll surely be pregnant by the end of this week. all that talk of yours earlier when you were on your knees – about having his pups only fuels him now

fuck and you just take it. you take all of him so well

you're so pliant, so obedient, so fucking unresisting and easy for him, he almost can't believe it. it doesn't help that you cry and beg for more more more – starved omega cunt just begging for his release again, milking him so good he thinks this must be what heaven feels like. you're just so slick, sticky, slippery and tight and he can already tell you're going to pull so many loads out of him

whatever refractory period you had with jungwon is non-existent with taehyun — he makes sure of that, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you like it's an art he's mastered and excels in and fuck, you wouldn't blame him if he were to walk around with a massively inflated ego by the end of this week

you've lost count of the amount of times you've moaned and screamed, "don't stop" , "keep going" , "right there"

there's an old saying that an alpha can walk and talk however he likes if his omega's happy. god, you're a little more than just "happy" right now. you're out of your mind, ascending out of your body, addicted to the high he's got you on

he's fueled with coiled, simmering pride

you let him consume you, destroy you, ruin you, take you apart

you're unbelievably still turned on, ovaries rejoicing at the thought of harvesting more cum from him. you crave what you know only he can give you – and that is to fuck you full until you're sore

a dull ring cuts through you and taehyun's rough rousing – an urgent vibration shaking the nightstand on his side of the bed which you had claimed. you'd left your cellphone here for tonight's date, not having wanted any distractions, but it seems the person on the other side of the line is persistent

taehyun huffs in frustration, hips slowing only the slightest bit as he reaches for the device, turning the screen for you to see

your blood runs cold upon reading the caller-id

yang jungwon

along with a few more missed calls

"motherfucker", you hear taehyun curse under his breath, voice steely and laced with venom. "what the fuck does he want?"

"i- i don't know– taehyun!" a harsh thrust cuts off the whine. you don't understand. you had blocked him. he had no access to you. this didn't make any—

"answer it", taehyun suggests, tone light like he had simply asked you to peel an apple

"no, we shouldn't—" "pick up the call, sweetheart", he gives you a particularly hard thrust, eyes boring into yours compelling you to obey. with a shaky hand, you reach out and answer the call

"h-hello?" you blush at the way you desperately try – and fail – to keep your voice even

"pretty" – his voice sounds from the speaker and you shudder. "took you long enough to pick up"

taehyun bites back a growl, rutting his length harder into you instead. you bite down on your bottom lip in an attempt to keep your depraved noises and breaths at bay

"we're having another pack meeting soon. father expects you to be there and so do i— what the fuck are you doing? — y/n?"

you catch taehyun's snarl. he hates the manner in which jungwon speaks to you, wanting nothing but to wring his neck at the tone and language the insolent alpha used

"think you should ask yourself that question. what the fuck do you think you're doing?" taehyun spits and you cling tighter onto him. "what are you doing calling my omega?"

you can almost see it, how jungwon has gone still on the other side of the line, stunned – but like the menacing devil he is, he decides to mask it by taunting taehyun further

"your omega? what makes you so sure of that?" it's your turn to snarl, a loud mewl cutting through jungwon's speech. "sooner or later, she'll come crawling back to me. it's all she knows, all she's good for"

jungwon's arrogance and confidence in his manipulative tactics and old tricks amuses taehyun, tickles him as he drags the phone to where jungwon has a clear, unmistakable sound, of the wet smack of your bodies colliding with one another

his hand settles against your throat, not applying any pressure, fingers simply resting there. the cool metal of his silver bracelet grazes your collarbone, drawing a soft gasp from you, enough to grab your attention. taehyun smiles triumphantly, an idea forming quick in his mind. if your thick-headed ex wouldn't believe him, he'll just make you tell him yourself

"tell him i claimed you, sweetheart", he commands, tone leaving no room for protest or disobedience

"he— t-taehyun claimed me", you choke out around wanton gasps and whimpers

"tell him you belong to me"

"i– i belong to him– i belong to taehyun– fuck! alpha–!" you scream when his cockhead kisses your cervix, a delicious pressure thumping so fucking deep inside – deeper than jungwon could ever get

"tell him you're never going back to him"

"i'm never going back to you– i'm— i— t-taehyun—"

"that's right, sweetheart. that's my good girl", he praises, placing the softest of kisses to your lips – a stark contrast to the brutality of his thrusts

he clicks off the speaker, lifting your phone to his mouth. "you heard her loud and clear this time, jungwon. she's not in your pack anymore and she's not coming to your pack meeting", he growls, "she's mine."

shivers travel down your spine, your moans and cries becoming shameless

"call this number again and see what happens. i won't repeat myself next time", he ends the call before the alpha on the other end can respond, tossing the device somewhere on the bed and his rough fucking only increases. the hand on your throat squeezes now and your eyes roll back and flutter shut once more

the sound of the bed now banging against the wall barely registers to you

you just know that jungwon, wherever he finds himself, is fuming. he'd never been able to coax this level of submission out of you, never had you instantly obey every command of his like this

"he has the fucking audacity to call my omega"

your head spins at taehyun's uncovered possessiveness – oh, how you've been waiting for this day

"you wanted my pups, sweetheart?"

you're so, so far gone when your core ignites at the thought, words tumbling out before you can stop them. "y-yes alpha, please"

he only laughs, high on the power trip your willing submission gives him. "maybe i should give you my pups. show that fucker who owns you"

you clench hard around him at that and it only makes him scoff louder, a shiver racing down his spine at the possibility of getting you knocked up

"look at you. you like this, don't you? wanted alpha to fuck you like this since you first saw me, huh sweetheart?"

oh god oh god oh god

"y-yes, alpha! p-please, i'm gonna—"

you barely finish the sentence, nails digging into his triceps as another orgasm crashes into you, screams turned feral. he pistons harder, faster as you beg for him not to stop, to keep going. every push into your sopping warmth pushes you higher and higher up his bed, thrusts hard enough to shatter your pelvic bones and leave you crippled. you can only cry and wail as taehyun makes you cum again and then again, slick flowing and splattering, making an absolute mess of yourselves and the sheets

he sits up and a hard smack lands square on the side of your thigh. it snaps you out of your drunken haze for a mere second to catch onto what he says – commands in that low tone that leaves no space for disobedience

"not done with you yet", he slows to a stop. you want to whine and protest, awaiting his instruction eagerly. "turn around for me, ass up"

your pulse spikes – he's asking you to present

there's a moment of gentleness from him as he detangles himself from you, pressing a tender kiss to the inside of your knee

jungwon never did this. his rut was always an excuse for him to be rougher, to treat you harsher without consequence. taehyun's unexpected gentleness is new to you. compelled by the tugging in your heart and the affection that makes a home in your chest, you move quickly, settling yourself on all fours before lowering your torso to the mattress, arching your back to give him a clear view of your swollen pussy, glistening in yours' and his cum

one sweep of his gaze over you has the alpha reeling, cock aching with the need to knot you again

the first thing you feel are his lips on your backside – a lingering kiss and then another. his hands, reverent and careful accompany them, brushing along your skin in appreciation

"my perfect girl", he whispers and you almost tear up again

his lips make their way up your spine, hands circling warm around your waist before you feel his tip prod at your entrance

"safeword?", he asks, smearing your juices around your folds and sliding the length over your clit – creating a delicious squelch

you moan softly, "no, keep going"

another peck of his lips and then – "good girl", before he slides in all the way. you moan out, pushing your hips back onto him

taehyun's gaze drops between your bodies, drinking in the perfect, sinful arch of your back – pretty for him, the plush curve of your ass offered up to him and your cunt, glistening and greedy, swallowing his cock with a hunger that's nothing short of depraved, like you haven't had enough

the rolls of his hips are languid, slower now while he feels out your warmth, hands gripping harder at your waist, hips and ass. drawn out sighs and rough groans sound out from behind you and find yourself wishing you could see him like this, watch the way every muscle in his torso flexes with every delicious thrust, every precise hip roll

"alpha, more", you moan out again. you're sure you're drooling onto the sheets, arching deeper just for him

"more?", he asks, wavering

you can tell he's fighting with his alpha again, fighting the instinct to absolutely brute through your swollen, leaking cunt in this position. "fuck, y/n, i'm trying to give you a break—"

"make me take it"

he huffs – your words enough to flip that switch in him again. a dumb, blissful smile begins to form on your face as he takes you harder, meaner again. he can hear it in your voice: you're challenging him

you hear him snarl, hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pressing you further into the mattress

you're still so fucking mouthy, provoking him like this, just like you had in the restaurant

"still need to fuck the luna out of you, it seems", he tsks, breathing rugged, still fighting to hold back

"fuck yes taehyun don't stop", your eyes roll to the back of your skull when he angles his thrusts just right. taehyun growls, eyeing the bedframe that bangs hard against the wall, screws coming loose. "you're gonna make me cum—!" you warn through heavy intakes of air, your hands clawing at the sheets only fueling his pursuit of bringing you to your high

"yeah? make a mess again?" he taunts and god, you can hear the smirk in his voice – like the way he's fucking you doesn't exert him, not even one bit

it doesn't help that the evidence of your pleasure drips down his balls which smack heavy and powerful against your swollen clit, every punch and drag of his cock rattling you into oblivion

"harder, alpha please!" you cry and he curses under his breath

"fuck, any harder than this and we're gonna break this bed, sweetheart"

the thought makes makes you pulse and squeeze tight around him, whimpering when his hands pull you back and forth firmer. fucking hell, you're just begging to be ruined

you open your eyes enough to glance at the headboard, your vision blurred by a mixture of tears, ruined mascara and the hair that's covered your face. you don't care about the bed or the headboard, you need him deeper, harder – need him to make sure you're unable to walk when he's done with you. an idea sparks in your mind, rebellious and defiant and you know taehyun in his rut won't be able to resist

you open your mouth to spew a threat, threat which backfires, because you learn a lesson very quickly: never challenge taehyun

"taehyun, if you don't fuck me through this mattress— oh my god!"

the pounding collision of skin on skin cracks through the air. his hips batter hard against your ass, harder than he's ever taken you before and it's not long before you feel his tip slamming into your cervix

the crack in the headboard deepens with every collision of the bed with the wall

taehyun leans down, firm chest pressed to your back and his voice is sinister as he drawls, "this what you wanted, sweetheart? 'to finally shut you up?" his breath hot on your ear

all you manage are screams and mewls of his name, pathetic gasps and cries harmonizing with his guttural grunts

"fucking begging me to split you apart on this cock. what, now you can't take it?" his hips snap harder against yours, balls smacking more obscene against your sensitive clit

the thud of the bedframe becomes background noise to you, the only thing you're able to hear is him – his melodic moans that begin to blend with sexy, unfiltered grunts

a sharp spank makes you yelp, taking the sheets between your teeth – you feel and hear the silver on his wrist jingle with the impact

"c'mon, fuck yourself back on it", he growls

wet obscene squelches sound from between your thighs, taehyun's length glistening every time he pulls out all the way to the tip, slamming back in to the hilt. you squirm to obey him, please him, working your hips back onto his. your desperate little motions are weak, sad attempts at grinding backward into his lap, considering every thrust of taehyun's sends you stumbling forward. if not for his hands having a grip of steel on your hips and around your neck, you would certainly collide with the cracking headboard

your throat begins to feel raw, but you don't care. not when he's pounding away at your pussy, moulding your insides to his length – your throbbing cunt a dead giveaway of the thrill you find in his rough treatment, the friction against your walls both delicious and overwhelming

another spank!

"look at you. dripping with my cum and still asking for more. still so fucking tight too. haven't fucked you hard enough, have i?"

the filth only spurs your orgasm on. you feel his knot forming, every vein on the swelling length pulsing against your walls

"alpha—! c-close—"

"yeah? go ahead. cum all over my cock 'cause thats the only thing you know how to do" he mocks and you revel in it

loud, ferocious moans and sobs are punched out of you with every thrust, his cock abusing that spongy spot, turning your brain into absolute mush. with another deliberate thrust against it, you let go, allowing your orgasm to take over and the pleasure to wrack you – every bone, fiber and muscle. you squeeze impossibly tight around him, almost preventing his thrusts, but he fucks you through it – strength and stamina never faltering, chasing his own release

you're shaking, knees wobbling where they're spread on the mattress, vision blurring with more tears. you hiss and clamp down tighter on him when both of his hands wrap around your throat

he delivers one, two then three brutal thrusts before the bed finally gives in, succumbing to the impact of his powerful slams, collapsing flat on the bedroom floor. a guttural grunt sounds from the depths of his chest as he spills into you, knot swelling to its full size

you squirm and whine at the stretch, "alpha! b–big– too big–!" – desperately trying to crawl away

taehyun stalks close after you, not allowing you to inch away, hands around your throat and the back of your neck firming. "take it", he growls against your ear

he leans forward – hard chest sweaty against your back, pressing as deep as he can possibly get. his cum – so much of it – pumps warm and copious into your womb as he lifts you, pulling you to sit up against him, tilting your head into a soul-stealing, smothering kiss. he continues to grind with force with you seated in his lap, groaning into your mouth. his strength alone lulls you into submission, humming and sighing sweetly against him, omega overjoyed at the feel of his cum spilling out around him

the two of you still, simply savoring the closeness between you, until your lungs burn with the need to breathe

his thumb brushes over your cheek when you part. you huff out a quiet laugh when you feel him, still impossibly hard inside you

"shit, sweetheart", he exhales, disbelieving of the fact that his body continually stays ignited for you

it had usually taken him a good couple of minutes to recuperate after popping a knot, even in rut

but with you – you keep him on fire and charged in a way that is new to him

he glances at the headboard and so do you, your eyes widening as you blink away the messy mixture of makeup and pleasure

multiple cracks and fractures line the frame – caved dark wood shattered against wall and a few stray screws scattered on the mattress and the floor, bolts hanging uselessly from the sad, flimsy excuse of a structure. the sight makes you gulp and it's taehyun's turn to breathe out a chuckle against your hair

"told you we were going to break the bed"

"oh my god", you chuckle with him, your turn to be in disbelief

you were situated significantly lower than you were moments ago, the foundation of the bed having caved too when the structure came tumbling down

and tonight is only the first night of his rut

he sighs, strained when his length twitches inside of the warmth of your walls. the rhythmic pulse of your cunt does little to distract taehyun from the urge to delve deep into you once more, even more so when you wiggle your ass in his lap

"want more", you hum, hand coming up to cup the back of his head, pulling him down for another kiss

taehyun wants to stop, wants to give you a break, but when you're still this desperate and needy for him, he can't resist. the kiss is filthy, sloppy as you both are fucked out, yet still humming like live-wires with overwhelming heat

his knot finally eases and your body shivers as taehyun carefully pulls out, smirking when his and yours releases spill warm from your entrance, ruining and coating his cock and the sheets. you feel strong arms encircle your waist and taehyun manhandles you to where he's lying down, pulling you on top of him, right into his lap

your mind reels with anticipation as you plant your palms flat on his solid chest. you've thought about this far too many times this week

— what it would be like to be on top, what it would be like to take charge, to make him lose his mind, make him lose control. you start to rock steady, sliding your folds along his cock and his hands come to settle on your hips

the room smells of sex, sweat and cum, akin to a hot beach day, this time tainted with vanilla and both of you are equally obsessed with it

his fingers trace over the softness of your thighs, trailing down to where you still need him. you feel a delicate touch to your folds, caressing you with gentle inspection

it's a stark contrast to his hips lifting in hard strokes against your wetness. you keen into his touch

"taehyun", you sigh out dreamily, "want you"

"i know, sweetheart" he purrs, gathering a mixture of your juices on the backs of his fingers. you protest when he brings them up to his mouth, tongue lapping out lazily against the digits

fuck, how does he manage to make everything look so sensual and tempting?

you watch his eyes roll to back of his skull, head lulling back with a groan. "we taste so good together" he moans and before you can stop him again, his hand is back between your thighs, scooping and lifting another dollop of the opalescent mixture to your mouth

"open up" he coaxes and your lips wrap around his fingers

you hum when the perfect blend of vanilla and mandarin, bittersweet and syrupy melts over your tongue, entrancing you immediately

your omega swoons as you feed off of his hand, even holding onto his wrist, tongue swirling around his fingers, suckling around the digits

"fuck", he curses under his breath with a proud smile. he's turning you into himself, making you every bit as obsessed as him

when you've cleaned his fingers well enough to your satifcation, you pop his hand out of your mouth, placing it around your throat instead. "alpha" you moan, "please", rocking against his length, meeting his strokes

he motions for you to lift as he takes ahold of his length, lining himself up with you and you sink down slowly – or so you think

your body meets his length with faint resistance and your face scrunches into that cute frown that makes taehyun coo, struggling to hold yourself up

he comes to your aid quickly, arms cupping under your thighs, holding you up with ease

"taehyun, you're s-so big" you huff out, cunt leaking over his cock

"easy sweetheart, take it slow" he instructs, slipping just the fat cockhead past your entrance. you gasp when your body opens up, when your pussy flutters around the thickness. that's the trick – when he talks you through it, your body attuned to the sound of his voice

"keep talking" you blush and a knowing, triumphant grin breaks out on his face

he gathers you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your nape once you're close. his voice, like silk drawls right against your ear. "yeah? stay right there – just the tip. work just the tip for me. just like that"

holy fuck, you nearly moan

you love when he talk to you like this. it's the sexiest thing ever – and it doesn't help that his tip and your folds make these squelching sounds, similar to wet suctioning kisses every time you slide it in and out. you're panting at this point, drunk on him and bewitched by his patient guidance

"that's it. hear that, sweetheart? sound so perfect f'me" he nips at your flesh

you clutch onto his shoulders when he continues, "now work in another inch for me. yeah– good girl"

the praise sends a flood between your thighs, making the slip easier. you have no idea how taehyun is holding back, considering he looks and sounds just as worked up as you

he can see it in your eyes, your body language. you're eager for him, all of him. you just need to take it slow, for now. he works another few inches inside, arms and hands guiding you along his cock. the length accidentally slips out with a lewd slap, sliding against your clit and you gasp, small and soft

taehyun's self restraint's now hanging on by a thin thread. your omega calls for his alpha, begging him to just brute through your walls and fill your womb with his seed. the lewd noises get louder, increasing in rhythm as you rock faster with his help, guiding him to your entrance once more and you sink down fully, taking the entirety of his length in

you whimper pathetically. you don't think you'll ever get used to the stretch and pressure of him – and he hits much deeper in this position

his hands now settle around your waist, ready to start his own pace when you sit back up and begin working him. sweat gathers on his forehead, bearing his teeth as his lower abdomen burns. his hands brush his hair back, biceps bulging with the action and you pulse around him at the flex, especially when he sighs breathily, placing his hands behind his head, giving you that slow once over

you begin to rock onto him, lifting your hips enough to bounce. a loud and wanton moan sounds from you at the feel, the press of him only deeper. you do it again and then again, fueled by the visual of taehyun laid out so irresistibly beneath you, bottom lip tucked between his teeth, dimple protuding

he watches you like a hawk, brows drawing in an unimpressed line. his voice is gruff when he speaks this time. "so are you going to let me take over or are you just gonna keep bouncing until you can't anymore?"

all you do is moan out, stubborn and drunk on his cock. you don't want his help. you want to prove a point, make him feel good too, show him you can be in charge

you lift once more and the drag of him, every ridge and vein brushes deliciously against your walls, plopping down again, sinking him balls deep. the soft slap of skin against skin nearly makes you drool. you can feel him in your stomach, tip reaching deeper and deeper with every bounce, increasing your pace

but fuck, you can't deny the way your thighs do start to burn, the way you struggle to bounce consistently at the speed that you want, the speed that you need

when taehyun decides he's had enough of watching you labour, his hands grip hard onto your hips

"let me take over" he grunts, thrusting upward to prove his point. your brows furrow, mouth dropping open. god, it's so much more powerful than your pitiful attempts at riding him

you slide him in and out, hips seeking more friction, but your legs are numb – weak and tired from your previous orgasms

you're still stubborn – you just want to please him. he's pleased you so much, taken charge every time. you've always had to prove yourself to jungwon. it's no surprise you feel like you have to do the same for taehyun

he can see you struggling, hears you babbling about making him feel good, taking charge, wanting to return the favor, please him like an omega should

that ticks him off

he knows what this is about – and he wants to strip you of your need and guilt to give back to him and return the favor for taking care of you. that selfish fucker probably trained you into doing all the work, into "proving" yourself to him. the thought just makes taehyun red-hot and angry all over again

his nostrils flare and he plants his feet flat on the bed, hips bucking up hard and knocking you forward. you release a sharp gasp. "taehyun–!" you want to scold him, but your voice projects itself as a mere whine

he does it again and again, slow and deep, every thrust increasing in speed. his hand wraps around your throat again, bringing you close to speak directly in your ear. "i'm not letting you be in charge" he growls, hips beginning to piston up. you mewl, gripping onto his forearm, feeling the hard muscles flex beneath your fingers

oh how taehyun loves your flimsy grip, like you don't know if you want him to push you harder or pull away and relent

every hard thrust tempts you into submission. you feel the control slipping from your fingers. "i want to please you alpha—! i need to—"

the sound of a sharp spank! resonates through the room and you jolt, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. he's jackhammering up, pushing perfect hip rolls into your sweet spot

"how many times do i have to tell you, you don't have to do any work with me?"

"i just want be good for you, alpha" you cry, tears forming along your waterline as your eyes plead with his. taehyun softens. he knows where this is coming from, knows jungwon has manipulated you in the past, that he undoubtedly made you feel like you weren't good enough in bed

over taehyun's dead fucking body

"i know, sweetheart" he soothes, still knocking into you mercilessly. "you don't have to prove anything to me"

this time, you do let it out, heart clenching behind your ribcage. warm tears trail down your face and he's quick to wipe them away

"you're being so good for me already. just want you to sit pretty and let alpha make you feel good, okay?" he instructs. "can you do that for me?"

you sob and nod, not trusting your voice

"there we go"

his pace only picks up from this point and you're rendered brainless, cunt crying and dripping around his cock as he takes you like this, as he brings you to another orgasm. he draws an endless stream of whimpers and cries from your throat as he watches you closely, seeing you lose yourself to the pleasure

that familiar smug grin returns in an instant

"he had you working hard, huh?" taehyun scoffs and you squeak when his arm tightens around your waist, the other around your throat, steering you more fervently on his cock. "this is how i like you. with me you just have to take it, sweetheart"

your mind reels at the filth he begins to spew at you, pussy fluttering with more slick

"just have to let alpha fuck you good"

"there she is, opening up for me nicely"

"pussy can't get enough of me, huh? cock-obsessed girl. can't stop cumming on it, can you, sweetheart?"

"pretty little thing can only think of getting fucked hard and split apart on this cock"

your moans have become obscene, slutty, drawn-out. your lip is tucked cruelly between your teeth and you bite down so hard you taste something metallic

he's driving you insane

you can barely keep up, recovering from one orgasm and then tumbling into the next. you can only register his voice, his cock fucking you relentlessly, without falter, his hands gripping and guiding your hips, rock hard abs flexing beneath your fingers every time you lose balance, placing them anywhere you can reach on his torso

"tell me how much you love my cock"

"love your cock so much alpha, want it all the time" you sob, thighs shaking

"tell me you don't want me to stop"

"don't want you to stop— fuck! taehyun, i'm gonna come–"

"that's right, sweetheart. come for me. come all over this cock"

you release around him at the command, moans increasing in volume when he doesn't stop, only driving up higher. you're close again within seconds, every gaspy inhale a telltale sign. taehyun's brows are furrowed in concentration, abs flexing with every thrust upward into your quivering, sopping cunt

his lip's caught between his teeth, keeping a close eye on your face. he hisses when he feels you clamping down again, fucking more precise into that spot that has you seeing stars, that has you crying out louder and has your nails digging into his skin

this orgasm is going to ruin you – catching up to you fast

you're a flustered mess on top of him, unable to formulate a proper thought – pussy swelling and throbbing around him obscenely

he's hitting all the right spots repeatedly, mercilessly and the pressure in your lower belly becomes too much to contain

"c'mon sweetheart, don't hold back. come for alpha. yeah, just like that, fuuuck—"

you let go again, this time with an earth shattering cry, slick squirting abundantly from between your thighs. your eyes squeeze shut, completely losing your balance as your orgasm slams into you. taehyun's arms wrap around your shaking body in an instant, sitting up and cradling you to his chest

you sob as your pussy continues to spasm wildly around his cock, unable to stop gushing and quivering. taehyun moans deep, hissing through his teeth at the feel. your arms loop around his shoulders as he eases in and out, much slower

"that's it, easy girl. take deep breaths for me" he soothes, a hand stroking through your hair

he holds you until the shaking stops, until the very last shiver wracks your body and you're able to put together a sentence

your face is burried in his shoulder while you still gasp for air, completely and utterly ruined. he places a kiss against your hair. "good girl, cry it out" and then — "you still with me?"

you huff out a laugh, nodding. "j-just give me a minute" you manage while trying to catch your breath. "holy shit, taehyun. you almost snatched my soul"

you feel the rumble in his chest against yours when he chuckles deeply, "that's the plan, sweetheart"

god. he's a sorcerer, you're convinced of it – using his magic to ensnare every fiber of your being. he cups your face, bringing your lips to his in a proud kiss. "you came so good for me. fuck, the bed's a mess"

you both chuckle through uneven breaths as you look around you and indeed, the sheets are crumpled, soaked and stained in cum and pleasure. when your eyes return to his, you don't fail to notice the fire still behind them. your gaze drops to his mouth when he draws you in again and again and you huff as he simply gives you loud, exaggerated pecks instead of deepening the kiss

"taehyun" you whine and he laughs at how fussy you've become. you're just so easy to tease

"safeword?" he asks once you've gathered your breath and you hope the way your walls squeeze around his still hard length is enough of an answer, his teasing enough to get you needy again

just how many rounds can taehyun go?

you slot your lips with his, whispering against them, "no. keep going" and he flips you back over, this time pressing his mouth against yours with more fervor, tongue meeting yours with urgency

you're sensitive, so sensitive when he pulls out, carefully pushing back in. you find yourself grateful you and taehyun had gotten your contraception taken care of earlier this week. your omega still craves his knot, knowing he has plenty of cum loads to give, not wanting a single drop to go to waste

a hand curls into his hair, allowing him to press you into the mattress as he begins to move again, slow

you wrap your legs around his waist, drawing him closer as he finally deepens his kiss, humming into your mouth. your ankles press into the backs of his thighs, urging him to give you more – and he does, building a faster rhythm. your moans and whimpers spur him on and it's not long before he's fucking the thick, heavy length into you, building you up to another release, chasing his own

he hits deeper with every thrust, tip kissing your cervix and he grunts into your mouth. your walls clench around him, longing for another orgasm, longing for his knot and for his thick cum to fill you

everything was going good, every second had felt good, but suddenly, it was all too overwhelming, too much, too deep

you whimper shakier against his mouth, nails raking along his shoulders

you can hold out. you can be good for him, you tell yourself. you still want him, don't want him to stop. it's just too fast and too deep all at once

"h-hurts" you choke out, immediately regretting the word the second it slips out of your mouth

your eyes squeeze shut as taehyun lifts himself onto his palms, brows furrowing as he hovers over you. ever-attentive, he immediately slows down. "it's not supposed to hurt, sweetheart. give me the safeword and i'll stop, right now"

you wrap your thighs tighter around him. "no– please don't stop. i-i meant, it hurts so good—"

your words don't convince him this time. "y/n, it shouldn't be hurting at all"

you bite down on your bottom lip, tears welling behind your closed eyelids. taehyun won't have that. "open your eyes, look at me sweetheart" he coaxes you open with a hand cupping your face. you do as he asks with mild difficulty

one look into your eyes has the realization dawning on him

"did he hurt you like this?"

the question pained him to ask, like he knew what the answer would be – and that it would wreck him. his concerned gaze searches yours. you can't find your voice so all you manage is a nod and a sob

for the first time in a long time, taehyun feels his heart break

that absolute motherfucker. who could ever want to hurt you? your alpha momentarily sees red. he should tear jungwon to shreds. if taehyun wasn't stuck in rut, he'd be at that pack house by tomorrow morning, murdering enha-pack's head alpha – and he'd make sure there'd be nothing of him left

anger, hurt and sorrow burns in his chest for you. you never deserved this. how could he hurt you like this? how could anyone hurt you like this? – and worse, how could he convince you that this was okay?

taehyun wordlessly shakes his head, slowing down even more

you protest, voice meek, "taehyun, i want you to feel good—"

"no"

it's soft, but final and loaded with emotion and it quiets you immediately

"please y/n. just do as i say" he almost begs. "feel me, right here, sweetheart" he presses down on the outline of him in your lower belly, working against your sweet spot. it's slow and deep, but this time, not deep enough to hurt – just enough to feel good and turn your brain into mush

your eyes flutter shut. "t-tae—hyunnn—" you moan his name, feeling a different kind of overwhelm

"tell me how it feels" he coaxes, voice low and gentle. he watches you closely, eyes following the way you bite down on your lip and the way tears begin to cascade down your temples

"it f-feels good, so good alpha" you breathe out between gasps and whimpers

"doesn't hurt at all? you don't need me to slow down more?"

"no, this is perfect"

"there we go, sweetheart. this is how you should feel, every single time. this is what the safeword is for" he informs, working against that mouthwatering spot again and again, so slow and steady and you feel your orgasm building and approaching once more

your warmth's spilling slick, so much of it and you're moaning uncontrollably through your sobs and tears, wet squelches of your pleasure reaching yours and taehyun's ears

"it's not about me– fuck, it's never just about me. it's about us, feeling good together, you hear me?"

you give him a small nod, but it's not enough for him. "open your eyes, look at me sweetheart, please"

he needs you to understand this, to grasp and relearn it until you've internalized it

it doesn't matter if he's in rut or not. what he wants doesn't matter if it's not what you want. he needs you to know and understand that he'll only ever feel good when you feel good

you do as he asks, finding his eyes. obsidian, deep and warm is fixed on you, thumbs wiping away your tears

"understand?" he tries again and you nod, "yes, alpha. i understand"

"that's my good girl" he affirms, placing the most featherlight kiss against your lips that completely melts your resolve and etches away your unease and pain

"i love you" he whispers against your lips as you breathe him in, brows furrowed in seriousness

the confession makes your breath hitch, eyes flickering between his

"i don't ever want to hurt you. you let me know when i do. i don't care if i have to hold myself back. is that understood?" he asks, a hand sliding down to your little bundle of nerves. your body sings, arching into him, into his slow, long strokes

you focus hard on not letting your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "y-yes, alpha— oh my god—" you choke out, mind numbing on the pleasure he brings to you

"good girl. now cum for me again. show alpha how good you feel"

taehyun doesn't even have to finish the command. you're already spasming around him, milking him for all he's worth – the sound of his name on your tongue a prayerful whisper. your hands clutch onto his arms as he talks you through it, talks you through the shakes, the aftershocks and the high. "there we go, let it all out for me, sweetheart"

he groans, slotting his lips to yours and your heart soars

you don't fight more tears from falling. so this is it. this is what it feels like to be made love to – to be loved selflessly

taehyun had placed you far above himself. even in rut, he still considers you more important, his first priority. he never wants to be the cause of your discomfort and pain, never wants you to go through any of what you've gone through in your previous relationship

you cum for what feels like forever, taehyun knowing just how to prolong every ounce of your pleasure, making sure to set a new standard

not too long after, you feel him spill into you, knot locking him into place. he presses soft kisses to you, arms wrapping themselves snug around your waist, holding you close. he cradles your trembling body warm in his embrace. only when you come down, does he lift his head, finding a blissed little smile on your face

glassy eyes stare up at his adoring ones and he bares his teeth in a smile of his own

"i love you" he repeats it once more

it comes out bearing weight, like a promise and your entire being keens and dips into warmth

he'd compliment you right now, tell you how beautiful you look like this, how perfect you are for him, but a compliment simply wouldn't suffice, wouldn't come close to describing the feeling in his chest – when you trusted him enough like this to lay yourself and your soul bare before him

he had to let you know

you've ruined him, utterly and completely – and he'd celebrate and cherish your vulnerability every single time

until you understood, until you just knew, until you allowed the knowledge of his love to become a part of you – to envelope you until there is no more fear and uncertainty left, only the sense of home

you swallow the lump in your throat, arms hugging around the wings of his back. "i love you too" you confess

he shivers, your voice washing over him and he steals your breath as his head dips and your lips meet once more

you thought you had gotten close to taehyun in the days that had passed, but you feel closer to him now more than ever – right here, in the warmth and safety of his arms, attuned to every word of affirmation that spills from his mouth – a neverending song of his devotion. the one genre he never seems to run out of, notes and keys that rewire your brain and your heart

you've finally become one with him, in every sense of the phrase

when his knot goes down, he carefully withdraws from your warmth

your lips are still caught together, limbs still tangled and more i love you's are whispered between dreamy sighs and giggles. he's content just seeing you like this

his skin is still feverish, heat radiating off of him in waves as you stay wrapped around each other. he laughs when you tease him with a mischievous question

"you think you broke your record?" you ask and he answers you with a smitten little hm?

"…how many times you could make me cum" you add, chuckling again when he laughs. you'd coo at him, tell him how cute he looks smiling from ear to ear and his dimple protudes – but you know where that will lead you

it seems you don't have to, however. taehyun already beats you to it. his voice lowers to where he's right by your ear, a low rumble which sends tingles down your spine

"oh sweetheart, i'm far from done with you"

oh god

your breath hitches as he continues, "i just think we need to take a little break." a piece of your hair is tucked behind your ear and he doesn't hesitate to capture your lips with his again, tongue sweeping into your mouth. you let him kiss you silly, moaning softly as your hands roam over his skin

he's beautiful – honey-like skin glimmering with perspiration, coated in your scent. equally yours as you are his. he's large and broad in your hands, firm too and you find that you'll never tire of the feel of him beneath your fingertips

his hands wander too, cupping and kneading the flesh of your breasts and thighs where he can reach, groaning in appreciation into your mouth

it doesn't last long before taehyun feels a stirring, burying his head into the nape of your neck. you're about to ask him what's wrong, when you feel it – he rests heavy and hard against your lower belly, precum leaking warm onto your skin

he's panting, heatwaves wracking his body and his teeth clench. your brows knit together when his forehead rests on your collarbone. "alpha—?"

"it's okay, sweetheart. i can take care of this one myself" he strains, throbbing painfully against you. another pained groan escapes him and you cup his face, making him look at you

"let me help, please" you offer. "you won't hurt me" you give him a small peck

his pupils dilate, alpha raging to take over at the sound of your voice so soft and sweet – but still, taehyun refuses to give in. "it's fine, i can just– fuck y/n"

your hand slides down between your bodies, wrapping around his aching, leaking length

"come on, taehyun" you purr, stroking him up and down, body beginning to pulse with a newfound need for him already – mate-bond claim making you adjust instinctively to his needs. "i can take it"

your voice is bathed in seduction and taehyun curses himself, curses his nature and his rut for getting turned on so easily

he's a goner when you guide his tip to your entrance, sliding him up and down your slit, right between your soaked, puffy folds. the alpha curses under his breath when you hum sweetly, bucking your hips to work him against your little bundle of nerves

his hand on the mattress fists in the sheets, caving at last. "need to clean you up first. shower?"

your heart warms, he's always wanting to take care of you. you clench around nothing, "yes, please – and afterward, we take this to the spare"

he snickers in response, "trying to break the bed there too?"

"doesn't sound like a bad idea to me. besides" you purr, "we'll still have the couch", you kiss below his ear, "the kitchen counter", below his jaw, "the walls", against his throat, "the floors. a little housewarming for me…all week long"

you feel his jaw clench, hands on your body tightening. you just love riling him up, he thinks. "now that's an idea i'll gladly take"

"yeah? show me" you hum, breathless when he slots his lips together with yours, taking his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting a sexy groan straight from his chest

oh you love how easy it is to switch him on when he's in rut

he disconnects your lips only to whisper against them, "we're seriously taking a break after the shower, though"

"fine" you respond and his tongue slips into your mouth again, devouring every sound you make. his arms curl around you, ready to lift you when a ringtone sounds from the bedside table, stopping him in his tracks. he pulls off and you whine at the loss. "i fucking swear, if it's that fucker again—"

"yeonjun?" you both voice in confusion upon reading the caller-id

taehyun sighs heavy, and this is why being next in line for head alpha is not the best position to be in. he wonders briefly how soobin does it, answering the call

"tyun! i uh– i need your help–"

"you have about thirty seconds 'till i hang up. make it quick"

the deep octave of his voice sends another shiver down your spine and you gasp as his tip slides over your clit, biting back a moan as he teases over the little bundle of nerves. you motion for taehyun to flip the two of you over and he does, watching you kiss a hot little trail down his body

"thirty seconds?! okay, uhh–! so i've told you i met my mate at the party and we've been talking for a bit. we've hung out since then, but i don't want to– i don't know, rush anything or—"

he pays the alpha on the other line little mind, sliding a hand into your hair, a dangerous grin forming on his face as he gives you that loaded once over. he follows you, sitting up and your hand scrambles to grab his phone. you squeak into his shoulder as he lifts you, making his way to the bathroom

"get to the point, yeonjun. i'm losing my patience here"

he takes the phone out of your hand, placing it on the basin counter and turning on the shower. you're pressed against the shower wall in record time, tempted to wrap your legs around him and let him slide into you, to have him take you again, slow and deep. instead, you shimmy yourself out of his arms, wordlessly sinking to your knees just like you did earlier tonight. you almost forget about your friend on the line when you take him into your hands, the length throbbing as you stroke him, pace agonizing to his rut-clouded mind

"how do i plan a date?" yeonjun's voice echoes through the space

that's enough to stop both of you in your tracks. your eyes meet, wide with half desire and impatience, half excitement for your friend

– but you're impatient, squeezing your hands around him as you lather his cock in the precum that's leaked from his tip. the last of taehyun's resolve crumbles, thrusting shallowly into your tight hold. it's not long before you sheath him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks with every inch you take

"fuck, i'll get back to you in an hour, yeah? do me a favor and hang up. my hands are occupied"

"tyun, man– don't do this to me! i really need your help—"

you see him snarl. he can't resist you much longer. your mouth is just so eager and warm, lips stretched around him, still so eager to please him despite having taken him for hours. he's usually a patient alpha, but that wears thin when his rut is coursing through his veins – the primal need to stuff you full of his cum, until it spurts out of your nose, returns in no time

he draws all the way back, pushing back in, fat cockhead hitting the back of your throat. you're unable to suppress the loud gags and moans that spill from you as he sets a brutal pace, eyes rolling to the back of his skull

the realization dawns on yeonjun. "holy shit?! y/n? fuck dude, i'm sorry—"

"yeonjun, hang the fuck up" taehyun growls and you can't help but whimper at his possessive tone. you're too far gone, drowning out their voices as you continue to suck and slurp around the heavy length

you peer up, humming around him when you see his head tipped back, water droplets cascading in hurried streams down his muscular torso, an arm braced against the shower wall over your head for stability – steam curling around him and the bathroom light creating a halo around his silhouette

"right! shit— i'll call you back!" the line finally goes dead and your alpha groans

"he seriously needs to work on his call timing" taehyun huffs, curling his fingers more firmly into your hair and you squeak. you giggle dumbly when he pulls back for a few seconds, allowing you to breathe. "ag—greed–" you splutter around the glossy mixture that drips from your lips before taking him into your mouth again, bobbing your head faster, meeting his ruts

he grunts and moans deeply, chanting your name as the band in his abdomen ignites like a wildfire. he can barely focus with you swallowing and licking around his length so fervently, massaging his balls in your hands on the upstroke, intent on making him cum

a gentle tap against your cheek makes your eyes refocus and your breath hitches upon surveying the look in his eyes. the obsidian irises are almost boba-like – warm and filled with adoration, a look only reserved for you and your own gloss over

"i love you" the declaration spills from him, overwhelming and clouding his mind just like it had earlier

these are the words that rewire you, until all you know is this: how to be loved and cherished. he'll remind you, every single time, no matter how long it takes for him to rewrite the phrase to you

despite the water overhead steaming, goosebumps erupt over your skin. your heart warms, dazed smile on your face widening, tears gathering in your waterline

"i love you too, taehyun" you whisper in return when you ease back to take in another deep breath, heart pounding in your chest as his thumb strokes lovingly over your cheek

he chuckles endearingly at how dazed you are, pressing down on your bottom lip

"that's my good girl. best girl i could've ever asked for" he praises before cupping his hands around your face and pulling you up, slotting his lips together with yours and you melt when his arms wrap around you. this time, you do ask him to take you, you do ask him to make love to you again and you preen when he scoops you into his arms once more, wrapping your legs around his waist

in his arms and hands are where you writhe, soar, let go – and it'll be in his arms and hands forever where he'll continue to unravel you, undoing every threaded pain of the past and replacing it with something gentle

and in this moment you knew – you simply knew that this is where you could rest your soul – here. with him, with the one whom the moon goddess has destined you to be with

your alpha, your mate

your taehyun

for the rest of your days

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three days since taehyun last touched you– well, touched you like that

the alpha had been quite horrified upon discovering your research and finding out that you needed two days worth of rest after your, well, rough rousing – but at most, taehyun believed in doing things right

and in doing things right, he meant restraint. you had been abstinent for the past three days – at least, he had clarified, until your next date

you’ve been itching for a taste of him again. the slow drag of his hands on your skin, the way he’d have you crying his name to the heavens in record time, over and over, like you couldn’t stop even if you tried, how he makes you unravel with just one command

you're ecstatic that it's finally happening tonight – and this time, you're not going to hold back

you recall the last few days with heat sparking low in your belly

it felt like you were losing your mind – especially now that you've been living in close proximity with your alpha. the both of you made the decision that you would move in with him, instead of you getting your own place. his apartment space was made for two, after all

taehyun had made sure that the process of moving your things from your father's house to his apartment was a smooth and speedy one for you and when you suggested that you split the rent, you'd been given a quick kiss to shut you up, along with a firm "absolutely not", having left no room for arguments

taehyun makes it very clear that he does not want you lifting a finger – ever

when you had said your goodbyes to your father for the last time and he had held you and told you he hopes taehyun takes good care of you, you had simply known

you had known that you would always be well taken care of, much more than you could ever fathom or imagine

now, all of this meant constantly being in his orbit, constantly being surrounded by him. not that you're complaining, no. you've never been happier in your entire life – that is, if your alpha wasn't such a goddamn tease all the time

there are a few things you've come to notice about taehyun

he loves cooking for you – and you're convinced his cooking is better than any fancy restaurant he plans to take you to in the future. he cleans too, giving you a look when you go to unload the dishwasher or wipe down the counters. you do it anyway. he shows you more of his magic tricks – this is how you've come to find that your favourite thing about taehyun is when he really concentrates on something

it's the way he looks — eyebrows furrowed, eyes focused, jaw set, hands busy

god, those hands. the way they work anything with nothing short of ease and careful practice

you can never decide between praising him, fanning yourself or blushing like a school girl with a very, very impressive crush

you don't even want to get started on the fact that he's been working out at home ever since you moved in, using anything and everything as equipment – even you

he tosses you around like you weigh nothing, enjoying far too much the gasps and squeals his rowdiness elicits from you

you had watched him pick up the chair in the livingroom without strain, repping it with one arm. if he had picked up on the way you pressed your thighs together and took deep breaths to calm yourself, he didn't comment on it, silently smug as he continued to rep away, the rippling muscles of his arms and shoulders having glistened in sweat

you don't tell him, but once when he'd stepped out of sight, you had tried picking up the very same chair he used. you had failed, miserably. only managing to lift it off the floor a few inches, mere seconds before you had let it drop down again

it had struck you, just how terrifyingly strong your alpha is

the teasing, however, never stops, even when he sings – another thing which he is infuriatingly good at

wet the bed had echoed through the hallway two days ago, you had gasped to yourself upon recognizing the tune. jupiter love had spilled from his mouth while he had you under the shower spray yesterday and ai to highball had played low in the kitchen as he chopped carrots, gaze heavy when he gave you that loaded once over. fuck, you'd almost thrown yourself right at him – but you wanted to be good. you wanted to wait, just like he had asked

lastly, he absolutely, positively hates when you call him cute – the word itself like profanity to him. it usually gets you pinned against the nearest surface, a steel-like grip holding you down, voice dripping with warning

well, it certainly gets you dripping with want, heat pulling low in your stomach when you whine for him to release you

— and even though you've packed the entirety of your wardrobe, you still find yourself reaching for his shirts, his sweaters and his hoodies. they're bathed in his scent, wrapping around you – oceanic, citrusy and familiar. he loves seeing you in them too. there's this sort of amused, but unmistakably possessive spark in his eyes when you slip into something you've pulled from his closet after a shower or a bath together

you never bathe separately anymore either

the two of you would be seated on the couch afterward, a show or movie faintly continuing in the background while his lips ghost over the column of your neck, nose tickling along your scent gland

he'd breathe you in, barely able to conceal the hunger in his voice when he whispers things like, "you look so good, smell so good, taste so good. fuck, sweetheart, i could eat you right up"

you blush every single time, slick threatening to trickle out and ruin your clean pair of panties

"c'mere", he'd coax, swiftly pulling you into his lap where he slots his lips against yours in a kiss that is nothing short of smothering, cupping handfuls of your ass. his self-restraint slips just enough to let you know that you'll never go undesired by him, even in this self-proclaimed, small period of abstinence

taehyun is, by far, the most self-controlled alpha you've ever seen so close to rut – despite his slip of composure days ago

strong arms would then wrap solid around your waist, making sure that you're warm and cozy against him. this is typically how he coaxes a venting session out of you

he'd map chaste little kisses over the skin of your neck. it's against the delicate flesh there that he would ask his prompting question – something mindful enough to ease you out of all the surging hormones from mere seconds ago, bringing you back down to earth

it's right there, in his arms, where you're shielded away from the world – from everything and everyone that once hurt you, that you open up for him

you recall to him your childhood growing up, the parts you had not told him the first night you met. memories of your upbringing with your parents come easily – memories of your mother – and the more you recall, the more you see the similarities between what was your relationship with jungwon and the cursed mate bond of your parents

it was a vicious cycle

taehyun listens carefully through all of it, reassuring touches tracing steadily, deliberate over your skin

you open up about this – how you never had anything like this with jungwon. he was cold and distant, never sparing you a touch unless he wanted it to lead to more, never paying any mind to your concerns if it didn't revolve around the pack. that was why he always called you a "handful"

the thought of leaving him back then had never made you feel like dying. it was the detachment that scared you most. at the time, you were unable to discern between those two emotions, because jungwon was family and enha-pack was all you knew

you've heard the stories – in this world, mate rejection meant immediate suicide and yet, with him you had never felt any of it: excruciating pain like pins and needles twisting into your flesh, your heart turning to ice and your soul clawing itself out from your body, crawling and tearing right through your skin

none of it

you had experienced none of it – and unfortunately, it was only then that you knew

jungwon was, in fact, not your mate

he was never meant to be yours and you were never meant to be his

you had been fine – aside from the ache of regret of years spent chasing after his love and care and the tears you shed for weeks, betrayal stung from his infidelity – all of which you had expected to experience had missed you

and as you picked up the pieces the following months, you became grateful that the moon goddess hadn't chosen you to be jungwon's mate

you were deceived, manipulated

not only by him, but by those around you – the guardians and elders who should have protected you

hell, you had thought it was normal, the way things were supposed to be between mates. you never had a true mate-bond displayed to you anyway – not between your father and mother, at least

he never wanted her, never cared for her as a mate

you had grown up watching her stare at him from across rooms, longing and grief swimming in her eyes. you had watched her shrink as the years went by, becoming a shell of the omega you were used to as a pup

you grew up witnessing the arguments, the neglect, the screaming — there was so much screaming. and cursing. he always cursed, at her

it wasn't long until she was gone

you hadn't tried to stop her when she walked out – when she left the house, the pack and even you. you didn't blame her either, not the way your father did

because you got a taste of how it felt – how it felt when you finally left that pack house, when you finally let go of the alpha whom you believed was yours. not when your eyes had opened at last and you had gotten a taste of freedom

no, you didn't blame your mother at all

at the ripe age of sixteen, your mother was gone. you were left only to watch as your father moved on. it had confused you, almost bewildered you that your father hadn't withered away. you'd heard the legends, the way the elders talked, you'd seen it – how the rejection of your mate could kill you. it had the power to end your life

perhaps that's why he hadn't dropped dead the second your mother left him – because he had never truly loved her

because they were never mates

your father, still possessive and territorial had sent out search parties for her and they had found her, thriving and alive – in a city far, far away

she hadn't died from their broken mate-bond either and the knowledge had you torn. as you presented and matured and your father gained full reigns of your life, you had started to see it for what it truly was

selfish – that's what he called her. and perhaps she was selfish for leaving everything behind, but god, the more you aged, the more you understood

in many ways, you think your father and jungwon were the exact same. they always put the pack first, others first and would always set their family last. they didn't care what it would cost them – or at least, they pretended not to

you're glad you decided to follow in her footsteps, that you had stepped out without looking back – that even if stepping out possibly meant immediate suicide, you knew you had to get out

without your mother, you grew up used to love being something rough, something that wounded – a meaningless word thrown around to control, to manipulate and to flatter

but with him — with taehyun , it's real

it's deep and raw and something that cannot be contained. it has slowly started to take over the entirety of your being, threading through you and reprogramming you with every passing moment you spend with him

it makes tears gather in your eyes at times – the gentleness of him. how he heals something he did not break, without complaint, without effort, like it's second nature to him – a task he happily accepts and completes simply with his existence

a large part of you wishes that your mother, wherever she's found herself, is getting to experience this too – that she's cherished and cared for like this

you couldn't have dreamed this up, dreamed him up – not in a million years

with him you don't have to be the leader – the luna. you can simply…exist, in his orbit, basking in the love he pours into you, because he has more than enough to give

that is why when taehyun rolls on top of you and slots his lips together with yours, you don't ask him to take you. you don't ask him to have his way with you and fuck you until you can no longer think – to offer you a release instead of comforting words – no matter how badly you ache to have him inside of you

you allow him to simply kiss you — gentle, slow and sweet. you let him take the lead, not protesting or demanding more in moments like these, when he wants to show you simple intimacy without lust

you simply submit, because he makes submission easy

after a venting session like this and of course after taehyun had kissed you silly, he'd pull back, tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and soothe you with words of reassurance – rewiring your mind until all you know is gentleness, redefining phrases that were once used to control you

— which is why, as you stand in front of the mirror right now, securing the clasp of your necklace, your heart buzzes with anticipation and your body with excitement – doubt yet another thing of the past

because, tonight is the night you will finally become his – in every sense of the word

he's waiting for you, outside the apartment. he had gotten ready in the spare bedroom, insisting that when you first see each other tonight, it should be a surprise

your eyes scan your frame in the mirror one last time, smoothing over the fabric of your favorite red dress – well, the one you had saved just for tonight. you decided to go with something a little more bold, not afraid to show skin (seeing taehyun's appreciation for it on your last date) and you styled your hair and makeup to absolute perfection

you look good, better than you've ever looked and you think it has little to do with your appearance and more with how you feel

deep breaths, y/n, you smile at yourself in the mirror, grabbing everything you need and heading for the front door

and there he stands, leaning against the hallway wall opposite the door

you swallow a gasp, he looks absolutely dashing

his hair – dark and silky, falls softly around his face, parted in the middle and slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it one too many times while waiting

the black suit he wears hugs his shoulders perfectly, the sharp lines of the jacket and trousers making him look taller and broader than he already is. a black dress shirt, buttoned neatly to the collar, stretches only slightly over his chest. he doesn't wear a tie. you don't know how he pulls it off, but he does

a glint of silver on his wrist catches your eye, the metal shiny against his honey skin

you're going to have an awfully hard time keeping your hands to yourself tonight

your heart skips several beats as you clear your throat

his head lifts upon hearing the sound, eyes sparkling and lips parting, drinking you in – just like the first time he laid eyes on you

he straightens, blinking out of it, snapping his mouth shut as he swallows, adam's apple bobbing with the effort

you shut and lock the front door, making your way over to him. his hands – warm and eager, are on you immediately, unable to stop himself from drawing you closer

god, he smells good too, you note, drawing in slow deep breaths

you nearly drop to your knees, your head spinning as your omega stirs awake, nudging you to pull him back through that front door and end the night early

pull yourself together, y/n

"hi", you whisper, softly cupping his jaw

"hi", he whispers back, failing to suppress the smile that begins to take over his face and then he pauses, putting up a hand

"i have something for you"

you smile in anticipation

his eyes don't leave yours, not for a second. one moment his palm is empty, fingers closing around nothing. the next, he's opening them again. a flower – a single red peony, rests between his fingers, as if having been plucked from thin air

it matches perfectly with your dress

your silly heart stumbles over itself and you chuckle, amused as he extends his hand, holding it out for you to take – and you do, beaming down at the flower as you bring it closer to your nose, a faint sweetness tickling your senses

"thank you, taehyun", you breathe, your heels allowing you to place a kiss right at the edge of his jaw, his hand tightening on your lower back

"shall we?" he asks, extending his elbow for you to take, leading you to the elevator and then finally to his car on the ground floor

the vehicle is sleek and polished and the headlights flicker when he unlocks it. he opens the passenger door for you and you're about to step in when you see it, a gasp escaping your chest

there, on the passenger seat lay a large bouquet of red peonies, wrapped in black paper, identical to the one in your hand. you reach for it, bringing the bouquet to your chest, turning around to find him studying you with a quiet smile

your own smile widens as you look down at them, the bouquet bigger than your face. every peony the perfect shade of red, complementing your dress

"taehyun," your breathing stutters, "these are gorgeous"

"just like you", he hums

your heart leaps in your chest as he lowers his head. you tilt your chin up and your eyes flutter closed, offering your lips for a kiss, breath held in anticipation

instead, you're met with the featherlight touch of his lips to your neck and your breath hitches

"you look breathtaking, y/n", he murmurs against the skin, voice smooth, gliding over you like silk – the compliment dusting your cheeks pink

"and you look handsome", you reply, your unoccupied arm sliding around his shoulder when your knees threaten to buckle. an arm curls around you and his nose tickles your skin as he breathes you in

fuck, you smell good

it takes all of the alpha's strength not to drag you to his backseat and have his way with you right in this damned parking lot

absolutely not, taehyun, he chastises himself and his alpha – who's apparently trying to make his pants too tight before this date even starts – tonight is not the night for that

not having you for three agonizingly long days was taking its toll on him

he places one last kiss on the skin there, before begrudgingly pulling back – or so he thinks. your arm tightens around him and taehyun chuckles upon surveying your expression

"why won't you kiss me?", you pout, following him a fraction and closing the gap again

he merely smiles down at you, dimples protuding and fangs on full display, voice low and dangerous, "sweetheart, i'm afraid that if i kiss you now, i won't be able to stop"

you inhale so quickly, nearly choking on air, knees weakening at the promise swimming in his eyes

they rake over you, heavy with desire and that look alone makes you feel exposed, undressed – as though he knows the embarassing frenzy he had just set off in your gut, the pure need you're trying to conceal

"besides, i don't want to ruin your lipstick"

you whine, a warmth igniting in your core as his lips meet just below your ear, grazing the spot there when he continues, "think you can hold out for me?", his arm tightening around you

god, he just has to be an absolute tease – and you're reminded of just how worked up you were for him on that first date night when he had asked you the same thing

you're just as worked up for him right now and he's barely done anything

your voice is breathy as you surrender, "yes, alpha. i can– i can hold out, for you"

he chuckles, amused and knowing, "that's my good girl" – and you bite back another pitiful sound as he places a chaste kiss to that exact spot before pulling away

"c'mon, get in the car. we'll be late to our reservation"

taehyun's self-control hangs on by a thin thread. it certainly doesn't help that he knows you wouldn't put up a fight if he were to cross that line – he has to hold back, for the both of you

you sigh shakily, clutching onto the bouquet, withdrawing your hand from him and lowering yourself into the passenger seat. he shuts the door behind you, still wearing that smug little grin as he makes his way around the car, getting in on the driver's side and starting the engine

red, velvet and sleek

the restaurant glows in shades that match and coordinate flawlessly with yours and taehyun's attire. the space is intimate, round tables draped in rich cloth, chandeliers dimmed low to create the perfect ambience, reflecting back on the silverware

soft music drifts through the air, a jazzy tune of some sort fading into a neo bolero piece. it curls lazily throughout the room and wraps you in an atmosphere that whispers romance

your alpha's hand rests at the small of your back, guiding you toward the front counter, firm and steady as a few pairs of eyes settle on the two of you

the counter is pristine, ivory marble lined with charcoal, the perfect contrast against the crimson hues strobing from every corner. taehyun allows a moment for you to admire the interior – you, unable to tear your eyes away from how every element ties it all together, delighted and impressed that he had found and chosen such a thoughtfully curated place for your date tonight

behind the counter stands a tall male, what looks to be an alpha dressed in classic host attire – crisp white button-up, black tie, fitted waistcoat, his smile polished and practiced, well—

a flirtatious smile, taehyun notes, particularly aimed at you

his hand slides to your waist, the hold firm against your frame

"good evening, sir…m'lady," the host – what you now recognize by his scent as an alpha, says smoothly – his voice warm and a little too charming for taehyun's liking

his gaze lingers on you just a fraction longer than necessary. "do you have a reservation or shall i prepare a table for you?"

taehyun feels his eye twitch – chest growing hot

"reservation for kang", he says, voice edged a tad bit sharper than he had intended

the host – hyunjin, you read on his pristinely printed nametag, finally turns his head taehyun's way, tearing his gaze from you. you swear you can see the way his blood turns to ice. they recognize each other, of course they do. main alphas across packs tend to know each other's names and identities very, very well. he runs a nervous hand through his hair, but tries to conceal it with a smile

his eyes, however, still hold a challenge as he turns to the little screen in front of him, tapping away and nodding to himself before stepping out from behind the counter

"follow me", he beckons over his shoulder with his index and middle fingers

for a second, taehyun doesn't move. he's rigid, skin scalding hot to the touch as he eyes hyunjin moving past him, waiting expectantly for the two of you to follow

perhaps he should throttle him, smash his pretty-boy face into that counter—

"alpha"

a gentle hand on his chest and your voice – low and soft, cuts off his murderous train of thought

pride swells in taehyun's chest as the waiter looks between the pair of you

that's right, he thinks, he's the only one you call by that title

and you had said it loud and clear enough for hyunjin to hear

"c'mon", you coax softly once more, arms wrapping around his bicep, nudging him to move and follow the waiter to your designated table

it's set against a wall, covered with red, velvety wallpaper, slightly tucked away from the rest of the restaurant – your own quiet corner. from here, you have a full view of the room and the bustling movement about. it almost feels private, intimate, the perfect spot for you and taehyun to people-watch and flirt, without too many listening ears around

you take the seat that taehyun pulls out for you, a spotless chair right across from his and he keeps a close eye on the alpha setting down your menus as he settles into his own

he almost, almost grabs said alpha by the collar when he sends a wink your way as he steps away to give you some time to decide on your order – but your touch grounds him once more. you chuckle, caressing his forearm, "forget about him. don't pay him any mind"

he scoots his chair so that the back faces the wall completely. your chuckle lingers, "what are you doing—?"

the question is cut off by a gasp when he reaches down, fingers curling under the seat of your chair, not breaking eye contact as he drags you closer, your weight and all – the sound of scraping against the floor drowned out by the music, until your knee brushes his

"taehyun", you scold, though it comes out more as an exasperated whine, lacking in bite and authority

"that's better", he rasps low, pecking at the skin of your nape

fuck, that was hot

your thighs attempt to squeeze together when his hand settles itself right on the skin there, warm and possessive as he kneads the inner flesh

"let's see what's on the menu, shall we?" he simply continues – smug, as if that single act of possessiveness did not just unravel you at the seams

it's proves to be increasingly difficult to settle on a choice as taehyun's hand continues to caress up and down your thigh under the table, thumb drawing slow circles, silently driving you crazy – a secret just between the two of you

god, the night has barely started and taehyun already has you aching for him

when hyunjin returns, your alpha orders for the both of you. then and only then, does he grant you mercy, withdrawing his hand from your heated skin, intertwining his hand with yours instead

you don't miss the icy glare he sends hyunjin's way or the the way his jaw ticks – you also don't miss the way sapphire and mandarin curl around you, burning with arousal and dominance

oh, he's scenting you

you don't mind one bit. taehyun's jealousy and protectiveness is quite entertaining – and one hell of a turn on

it doesn't take long for your food and wine to arrive, taehyun filling your glasses and clinking his to yours. he feeds you bites from his plate and you feed him bites from yours, humming in satisfaction at how good it tastes

you ask about the pack and he fills you in – dynamics, the structure as well as expectations from you, nothing out of the ordinary, just standard pack morality

you gasp at one point, when he lets a tiny – huge – detail slip

"next in line for head alpha? taehyun, that's…impressive. honestly, i just thought it was yeonjun all this time since he's the eldest. that's how things worked in enha-pack"

he smiles fondly at you, "that's only if anything ever happens to soobin. which, i will make sure there won't"

you sigh dramatically, "gosh, can't escape being a luna, can i?"

you watch as his fork stills and he straightens, "i would never make that your responsibility, y/n—"

"taehyun, i'm pulling your leg", you chuckle, hand settling on him forearm as he releases the breath he was holding. "you should know, if it ever does come down to it, there's no one else i'd be a luna for. you're the only one i'd lead a pack with"

his eyes simply flicker between yours, searching for any ounce of doubt – finding none

"and for what it's worth," you continue, "i think you'd make the perfect head alpha", your fingers card through the dark strands of his hair. "stern and strict, sure", you joke and he groans, clicking his tongue, though his eyes never lose their tenderness. "but an exceptional leader, nonetheless"

"besides," a seductive little smile takes over your face before you shift closer to him, purring right against his ear, "you make it easy to follow your command"

you're really trying to set him off, taehyun thinks, his hand tightening around his fork, shamelessly spurring him on

"is that so?" he drawls, head tilting slowly as his gaze darkens

"hm-mh", you hum, hand tracing over his arm, his shoulder, his chest. "so strong and capable. you know exactly how to put someone in their place– makes me want you to put me in my place"

his hand rests on your thigh once again, giving it another firm squeeze. you bite back a whimper, knowing he can feel the heat radiating from your center – hell, it's calling for him

"keep talking like this and i'll have to put you in your place right here, since you're being so impatient"

the danger in his voice makes you still, sending delicious shivers down your spine, your breaths shaky – and you watch as he returns to eating his food, as if he hadn't just succeeded in turning your brain into absolute mush for the second time tonight

you follow suit, finishing the rest of your dish

when hyunjin returns to clear your plates and ask if you'd like dessert, your first instinct is to politely decline. it's clear that you want to make it home as soon as possible. your entire body is pulsing with need at this point. it's amplified when your alpha's hand – warm and firm – traces dangerously high along the flesh of your thigh and you choke on the sweet little no, thank you you were about to throw hyunjin's way

"are you alright, m'lady? may i offer you some water?"

you bite back a gasp as taehyun's hand traces higher and you press your thighs together just in time before his fingers reach your center – which, without a doubt, has begun to dampen your underwear

"sweetheart, use your manners. our host has asked you a question", he taunts, thumb drawing lazy circles onto your skin. your mind short-circuits, taehyun only feigning indifference

he watches you, a challenging glint in his eye. he's smug as he regards the waiter this time

you swallow a whimper, "yes, i'll uh– i'll have a water, thank you – and then we'll have the molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis, as well as the bill, please"

"alright," hyunjin smiles, that flirtatious twinkle returning to his eyes, "will that be all, m'lady?"

"that'll be all, thank you hyunjin", taehyun speaks and his tone sends another shiver down your spine

the host straightens, a nervousness overtaking his smile as he regards your alpha – icy and impenetrable. he makes quick work of clearing your plates, disappearing back into the kitchen within seconds

deep breaths, y/n

"you seem to like raspberry things", taehyun states thoughtfully, his voice much softer now

you pause, tilting your head in question, "raspberry things? what do you mean?"

a smile takes over his face – half teasing, half sharp, fangs on full display as his hand comes to rest on the back of your chair – you're able to collect yourself again

"the night we met", he says, almost to himself. "you don't remember?"

you shake your head no, narrowing your eyes playfully

"you got tipsy, fast"

a cackle escapes you before you can stop it and his smile broadens. your eyes settle back on him, a faint blush painting the apples of your cheeks

"hm, i don't recall that", you hum, playing innocent and this time his eyes narrow. "but please, continue"

he snorts, "you told me you had, what, four shots of raspberry vodka?"

you chuckle with him now, tapping your fingers on the table. "hey, do you blame me? i was trying to forget about the literal spawn of satan"

that seems to pull a good chuckle out of taehyun, his eyes on you, thoughtful. "understandable", he agrees, before a solemn expression takes over his face

the air stills and you feel the change in atmosphere, the way his scent spikes protective and you turn to face him fully

his gaze lingers on you, more deliberate now. "i think i knew that the first time we spoke at that party", his fingers tap against the back of your chair before stilling. "you didn't say much about it, you didn't have to" — a pause — "i could tell you were trying to outrun something – someone"

your eyes flick between his, pulse stammering and like he takes note of it, his voice lowers into something more steady, gentle. "i knew then that i wasn't going to let you do that alone", his elbow rests on the chair, hand reaching out to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. you lean into his touch. "that whatever you were trying to drown out, wouldn't get close to hurting you again, not if i could help it"

there he goes again – disarming you after getting you worked up, gentle with the vulnerability that begins to bloom in your chest

"there was another point later that night, where i came to that decision"

you hum, expectant for him to continue

"i remember by then we had been talking for hours. you threw your head back every time i made you laugh", he studies you, eyes warm and almost unblinking – your heart does a silly thing inside your chest

"i think after a while all of the movement made you a little dizzy and then – next thing i know, you were resting your head on my shoulder." he traces around the rim of his glass now. "you curled into me so easily. you trusted me, an alpha who you had just met – and all you knew about me was that i was your mate"

the memory comes back to you now

everything around you had become foggy and blurry. his voice was low, soothing. you remember seeing your hand in his lap, interlocked with his as his fingers mindlessly toyed with yours – gentle and idly – simply getting you used to his touch

"it was then that i decided—" you feel a tingle in your arm, looking down at your intertwined hands to see him mimicking his actions from that night – simple affection that still makes your heart stutter. "—that i would take care of you for the rest of my life. that i would protect you no matter what. that you would always, just like you did that night, be able to put your head on my shoulder and just let go"

he brings your hand to his lips, placing a reverent kiss on the back of it, the gesture filling your chest with warmth

"i don't want you fretting or worrying, not when you're with me, sweetheart. whatever responsibility you have, whatever burden, we'll handle it together. what's yours will always, inevitably become mine."

you're speechless for a good few seconds, before your hands move. you wrap them around his arm, resting your chin on his shoulder – mere inches between you

your voice is soft, mellow – everything taehyun wants you to be when you're with him – as you begin to speak

"thank you, taehyun"

his eyes never leave yours, the hand on the table abandoning his glass, knuckles brushing lightly along your cheek and your lashes flutter at the touch

"thank you, for everything. i know you keep saying i don't have to thank you for any of this, but… you've made this entire process so easy for me. easier than i thought it would be", you exhale softly, almost a laugh

"there are things that happened in my life that i never thought i'd share with anyone, not even with jun or gyu. i thought i was doing a good job at hiding it all that first night, but of course you noticed. everyone else always just assumed that i could handle it"

he leans closer. not interrupting, just making it clear that he’s present and listening

"it's a little ironic", you start, a faint smile pulling at your lips. "that the moon goddess gave me an alpha that's everything my old pack expected me to be. i guess now i have to relearn how to adjust and receive that instead"

he cups your face, thumb tracing over your cheek. "i don't care how long it takes for you to relearn, y/n. i'll be here, through every part of this. everything they had you carry before, that weight is mine now. and i'll keep doing it until you understand that i'll be the one to take care of it all"

once again, you're rendered speechless

a familiar sense of safety washes over you, flooding every part of your being with warmth. he's done it again: breaking down every wall you built over the years and especially over the past six months. his undending pursuit of your softness and above all, your willing submission never fails to leave you bare, unguarded – and as always, in moments like this, his name is the only thing you can manage to utter, escaping you with an exhale

your gaze dips to his lips for a second, before returning to his eyes

your heart beats wildly in your chest when his hand curls underneath your chin, drawing you closer as he leans in – bottom lip tingling when he comes close. you feel his breath tickling your lips and your eyes flutter shut—

a throat clears, ripping you and taehyun out of your daze

this time, it's your turn to throw a steely glare hyunjin's way – taehyun having to bite back a smile at the sight

"molten chocolate fondant with raspberry coulis", he announces before gracefully placing the dessert before the two of you. the bill follows – tucked neatly into a black leather booklet

your sourness lifts upon the sight

"thank you, hyunjin", you say, after gathering yourself, throwing another polite smile his way which he returns with a wink

"enjoy the rest of your evening, sir, m'lady", his eyes sparkle with mischief again. uh oh

"if there is anything else you need…i'm right behind the counter", he purrs before slithering away to said corner

you look over to see taehyun's jaw clenched harder than you've ever seen before, his eyes darkening as he watches your host wipe and polish glasses – that same smug grin plastered on his face

taehyun almost flips the goddamn table

you know his alpha is absolutely raging inside of him, daring him to do all sorts of murderous things to the alpha that easily whispers and flirts with the other omegas around him, all of which are his coworkers

his demeanor begins to remind you of your own friend – yeonjun – and you're sure if he had worked here and he hadn't known the pair of you, he'd present the same cheeky challenge to taehyun

you slip your hand into his, drawing his attention back to you. his skin is hot to the touch, but the second he tears his gaze away, it softens – still charged when he settles on you

fuck – you cross one leg over the other

you shouldn't, you really shouldn't, but something about taehyun when he gets like this – possessive and protective – does inexplicable things to you

reaching for one of the dessert spoons and cutting into the fondant, you watch as the molten center spills out slowly, glossy and indulgent. a small smile tugs at your lips as you scoop a bite, lifting it toward him

you don't miss the way he eyes your crossed legs, raising a brow as he scoffs. you're just so painfully easy to read. he leans in anyway

your breath hitches slightly when his gaze doesn't leave yours, even as he takes the bite, slow, deliberate

fuck fuck fuck, focus y/n, you chastise yourself

how can you? you know that look – it's the same way he looks at you when he's got you under him, falling apart, devouring you with his mouth

you're sure your panties are soaked, even more so when he groans, pulling back, the spoon squeaky clean. he swipes the excess chocolate off of his bottom lip with his tongue as he chews

"delicious", he purrs, voice dropped to that octave that usually has your legs spreading within seconds. you cross them even tighter – just to be safe

taehyun knows exactly what he's doing

he reaches for his own spoon, cutting into the fondant, making sure to scoop a generous amount of the raspberry coulis. with his hand cupped under the spoon, he brings it closer to your lips. you're unable to take your eyes off his – they sit low, sharp, heavy with desire

"open up", he commands. it lands smooth and authoritative and it almost makes you forget he's talking about your mouth and not your legs (that have become restless) under the table

you part your lips, enough for him to slip the spoon past, humming when the sweetness hits your tongue

"good girl", he praises, that triumphant grin returning when your eyes widen, your hand involuntarily squeezing his. your alpha chuckles as you clear your throat while you chew, trying desperately to steady your breathing and your pulse

he finally lets up, sitting back in a manspread and you fight every explicit thought your omega tries putting into your head – specifically the ones where you're throwing yourself right into his lap

the night goes on like that – heat and tension thrumming between you and taehyun, almost unbearable, refusing to be ignored any longer

true to his word, you do hold hands and talk and flirt around the table while sharing your dessert. he does pay for dinner and shoots you a stern look when you chuckle. he does make you laugh with all of his sarcastic jokes and remarks. you catch him watching you too, obsidian irises filled with tender affection, lips pulled into a satisfied smile, simply because your laugh is one of his favourite sounds

– and when your wine glasses are empty and your dessert plate is clean, you allow yourself a second to take him in

you find that he does the same – and the world around the two of you stills

everything – taehyun had given you everything you had once begged the moon goddess for. everything you thought you would never experience, that you thought you didn't deserve. everything you had longed for, for months – years

it dawns on you again, just like it had three days ago. just like it had every other time this week, when he had comforted you, cooked for you, cleaned for you, bathed you, held you. you're in love with him – out of your mind in love and now…

you wanted to give him everything

taehyun, being the ever attentive alpha that he is, notices your eyes glossing over and sits up immediately, hands warm and familiar on you

"sweetheart? what's the matter?", his brows furrow in concern, eyes flitting between yours

you lean into his touch when he cups your face, the words on your tongue weighing too heavy to swallow, heart beating wild inside of your chest

"take me home, taehyun"

he stills, not because he's caught off guard, but because your voice has dropped into a mere whisper, desperate and pleading – because his alpha immediately recognizes your need. he falters for a moment, something akin to a red-hot fever coursing over his body when he realizes what you're asking for – and as if fanning the flame more, you manage a broken "please"

you watch the last of his restraint give way, the last sliver of self-control snapping – quiet and irreversible

he rises from his seat, slowly. your eyes follow him as he towers over you. when he holds his hand out for you to take, you do without hesitation, rising from your seat too, never taking your eyes off of his

he leads you toward the exit of the restaurant and you're met with the sight of his broad back and the feeling of his fingers intertwining with yours as he strides forward. when you pass the counter, you watch hyunjin's lips part to make another flirty remark, the words if you ever need anything, you know where to find me dying on his tongue, snapping his mouth shut upon the hard glare taehyun shoots his way

your omega squeals and thrills at the sight, flooding your panties when taehyun pulls you closer behind him once you're outside, urging you to wrap your hands around his arm instead as he takes you to his car

he makes sure you're buckled in safe and secure, before closing the door behind you. you can't help but press your thighs together, eyes following him as he makes his way to the drivers side of the car

he's in the drivers seat within seconds, seatbelt fastened and starting the ignition, the car coming to life with a rumbling purr

you nor him say a word as he takes off, fighting to keep your hands off of each other at every stop. true to his promise, he does steal kisses at every red light – loaded, passionate pecks that resonate loud through the car, making you crave more. him – groaning when the light turns green before he can deepen them, you – whimpering at the loss

the car fills with a tension that doesn’t ease, it only builds and intensifies – pressing in with every passing second

your omega rejoices when you catch sight of your apartment building

almost there

the front door slams shut, sealing away the world outside

before you know it, taehyun pins you against the door, pressing you up against it. his lips on yours are hungry and passionate, almost overwhelming

you simply melt against him, arms wrapping around his neck and hands curling into the raven strands of his hair, pressing your lips onto his with the same fervor, allowing him to hoist you up and press you further up the door – grunting ravenously into your mouth when your legs wrap around his waist

your dress hikes up, exposing the soft skin of your thighs to the chilly evening air – the same air that has thickened far too much with barely contained tension

taehyun's incessant mouth migrates to your neck, his teeth dragging against the column before sucking hard on the skin. the sound of your soft, scandalized gasp makes him pull back. you're panting, both of you – the gaze you share is heavy, eyes taking turns to dip to the other's kiss-swollen lips

"i've been dying to kiss you like this all night", he rasps, forehead coming to rest on yours

his nose nudges yours affectionately and a blissful smile takes over your face, breathing him in

"you were trying to drive me crazy, weren't you? wearing this dress…"

his lips are back on yours, sweeping you back into his hot kiss, tongue dipping greedily into your mouth. the lewd, sloppy sounds of your kissing resonates through the small entryway – loud and borderline obscene. slick pools in your panties with every wet smack that echoes in your ears

he can't help but let his hands begin to wander. neither can you. your omega purrs at the the feel of his suit's fabric beneath your palms, the tease of hard, solid muscle flexing and pressing under every fiber

taehyun presses harder into you, practically holding you up with just his hips, letting his hands sneak up your waist, cupping handfuls of your breasts over your dress. his thumbs toy with the already hardened peaks over the delicate fabric, making you moan out when his mouth detaches from yours

his incessant kiss maps lower, nipping and sucking bruises into your skin, eating up the expanse of your exposed torso – mouth engulfing warm over your breasts

his teeth gnaw at the plush and you cry out, only egging on his rough affection

you find yourself desperately clutching onto his arms, acutely aware of the hard, thick length brushing against the thin barrier of your drenched panties

"taehyun. bedroom. please", you barely mumble, head clouded with dizzying desire

he sets you down, still holding you flush against him as he allows for you to turn the two of you around, stumbling back in the direction of his bedroom. his lips are back on yours and you squeak into his mouth when you bump into the half moon table placed against the wall. you curse the piece of furniture in your head – and the fact that you still need to learn how to navigate taehyun's apartment in the dark – only the dimmed light from the kitchen providing you with minimal guidance

taehyun groans in frustration, scooping you up once more, opting to carry you to his bedroom instead. still impressed by his strength and his ability to take charge, you sigh dreamily into his mouth, only the sound of his purposeful strides and your lips smacking against one another's echoing in the otherwise quiet space

he sets you down when he steps over the threshold, walking you back towards his bed. your hands momentarily leave him to unzip your dress, his shrugging off his suit jacket, tossing it somewhere on the floor

your hands are back on him, unbuttoning his shirt with impatient fingers, his – peeling your dress off

your alpha pauses, taking in the sight of you before him

red lace adorns your skin, a colour identical to that of your dress. the flower-petal details hug and trace perfectly around your hips and breasts, clinging prettily to every delectable bit of softness

the sight of you like this makes taehyun's mouth water, his alpha even worse - foaming at the mouth

"fuck, sweetheart. you're really trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" he pants, hands fisting in the flimsy fabric at your hips

your own push his undone shirt off of his shoulders, smoothing over the hard and broad surface with appreciation as he pulls you impossibly close, chest flush against his, the obvious strain of him brushing against your stomach

his voice drops to that dangerous octave, the one that has your ovaries burning as he whispers hotly against your lips

"i'm going to fucking ruin you"

he almost pushes you onto the bed, omega whimpering at his insistent hunger, but you don't give in, you don't budge – palms planted flat against his bare chest

"wait!", you call and he halts

taehyun pulls back, eyes searching yours, fingers digging into the soft curves of your hips

"there's— there's something i want to do first…if you'll let me", you breathe out, hands gliding appreciative over the hard muscle beneath your palms

"what are you—"

you sink to your knees carefully, keeping your eyes on his

your heartrate picks up. you see the confusion and arousal swimming in his eyes – almost conflicted. his hand immediately cups your face

"sweetheart, you don't have to—"

"let me do this", you plead, hands skimming up his thighs, brushing over his crotch. he bites back a grunt as you palm over his erection. "please"

he curses under his breath watching you undo his belt, the clink! that reverberates through the room making you clench around nothing, undoubtedly soaking the center of your panties in more slick

your hands make quick work of undoing his pants' button, even more hasty when you unzip him, eager but an understatement to describe you as you finally hook your fingers into the waist band of his pants and boxers and tug. you pull at the fabrics bunched between your fingers, just enough to free his length from the confines, tugging until his balls are exposed too, carved v-lines finally revealed

your cunt pulses obscenely at the first look at him – the entirety of him rock hard and throbbing, lined with prominent veins that trace up to his cockhead – bulbous and flushed a deep pink, oozing precum that makes you salivate. his beachy scent hits you full force from this close proximity

dizzied and entranced, you wrap a hand around the base, careful with your motions

fuck, he's massive

you had seen him take himself in hand before and how he took ahold of the length, how he had worked himself and god, looking at him now, you realize just how large he is in your hand in comparison to his own

your hand is warm and slightly clammy. you're nervous, he notes – and the thought alone makes him throb in your palm

your thumb and index finger barely touch as you stroke upward, swirling your palm around the leaking slit of his tip before descending down to his base again, coating him in the copious amounts of precum he had already released

a breathy sigh catches your ears and your eyes flicker up to him as you begin pumping him steady, squeezing out more of the citrusy, sapphire fluid

his jaw is clenched, eyes sharp, yet large with adoration as he watches you figure out how to work him best. you lean forward without taking your eyes off of his and place a sweet kiss against the opening at his tip, tasting him for yourself. he watches you slip into a trance, the need to taste more consuming you, glossed lips wrapping around the fat cockhead without pondering twice, humming satisfied as you suckle on it – and it fills almost half of your mouth

the sensation tears a groan from his chest, his hand brushing your hair away from your face

when you pull back, delicate strings of his precum and the saliva that has gathered in your mouth connect him to your lips. the visual is enough to make him curse under his breath

you crave to hear more

you place reverent kisses down his length, little suctioning motions laced with devotion until you reach the base. your eyes gloss over when his thumb draws delicate little circles over your cheek – like you're made of glass. you take one of his balls into your mouth, lathering it in your saliva, before sliding your tongue in between them, eliciting another breathy sigh from taehyun before mimicking the action with the other

enamored, you realize that he's bigger than your face and your body screams with need, but you choose to ignore it: the blatant pulse between your thighs watching his abs contract and the veins on his arms and adonis belt bulge

you lick a stripe up from balls to tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside of his cock before taking him in your mouth again, this time pushing deeper. you hear him curse under his breath from above you – almost inaudible whispers of rapidly repeated fuck fuck fuck reverberating faintly in your ears, laced with the effort of keeping his composure

this won't do

you want taehyun to feel good, to let go of all restraint and feel what he made you feel

you waste no time, wrapping your other hand around the base too, before engulfing him in your mouth fully, pushing him to the back of your throat – the effort of suppressing your gag reflex proved useless at the sheer size of his cock

"sweetheart, fuck–!", he curses, voice rough and uncontrolled – finally, hand gripping onto the hair on the back of your head

you moan as you pull back, hands working slicker around his length now that you've coated the entirety of him in the mixture of your saliva and his precum, building a steady rhythm when you start bobbing your head up and down

taehyun tries desperately to gather himself, his grip tightening then loosening, fingers massaging your scalp, biting down on his bottom lip with every persistent suction and lather of your working mouth

it's no use, you've already made him slip

you can't help how your heart swells at the way he still tries to be gentle with you, even when you're making him feel good – you lift your eyes once more

his lips are parted, chest rising and falling as he draws in lungfuls of air, hand cupping under your chin. his head that had tipped back at the feel of your throat around him lowers, eyes flicking between yours in admiration and intoxicating awe, especially when your own glaze over and blur with unshed tears

that same lump forms in your throat that had prodded at you in the restaurant – the warmth in your chest that's only grown hotter, irrepressible – aching with how heavy it weighed on your soul

the same feeling you've never once felt when you were with jungwon

it bubbles to the surface now, clawing its way up and out from your lungs as you kneel before him like this, placing yourself before him in an act of surrender

he becomes concerned again as he watches you, both hands cupping your face, ready to pull you up and you shake your head no

pulling him out of your mouth, your breathing stutters and you're unable to mask the way your voice breaks when you finally voice what's been weighing on your chest

"you're so good to me"

it's a mere, trembling whisper – one that's meant only for him to hear. the sound of your voice – hushed with vulnerability, makes something in him break, his heart beating in time with yours as time itself seems to pause – it dawns on him then

those quiet words land square in his chest, punching the air out of his lungs. they spread warm and searing down his body, right to where his loins thrum with pride

you blink and the tears spill, cascading down your face as you place a tender kiss against his tip again

"you've been so good to me, alpha", you sob, taking him into your mouth once more and his eyes roll to the back of his skull, a beautiful moan falling from his lips

"sweetheart, shit—", he moans deep, mind short-circuiting as his alpha preens with gratification and possessiveness inside him

you whimper around the length, every push and pull of your mouth laced with ruinous devotion, hollowing your cheeks around him. tears continue to cascade in warm trails down your face as you increase your pace, taking more of him with every bob of your head

your heart continues to swell and pound wildly behind your ribcage, every cell in your body thrumming every time he moans or grunts, hips thrusting forward only the slightest bit

– because taehyun deserves this

taehyun deserves every second of the worship you're giving to him. hell, he's earned it

the alpha so impossibly kind, who had put your core and soul back together with his bare hands and his careful words. who had been gentle with your heart every time. who had shown you what it's like to be put first, to be elevated – not with a false title or empty promises, but by proving himself. the alpha who put you first every single time you had moments like this, making sure you felt good and satiated before he even dared to allow himself to get his own fill. who took care of you without you needing to ask. who did it because he wanted to, because he enjoyed it

your mind's made up, taehyun's the only one worthy of having you on your knees like this. this is all for him. tonight, the dress, the lingerie, your heart bared before him, giving him back what he gives to you without complaint, never asking for anything in return – and still, this feels nowhere near enough to thank him properly

you want to show him just how spoiled he's made his omega feel, to affirm him as he's affirmed you

when you pull back, stickier strings of saliva glisten between your lips and his tip, jerking the sensitive head in your fist

"you take such good care of me"

you work him faster, hands stroking up and down the entirety of his large length, squeezing tighter in a manner that has his hips rutting shallowly into your fists

"you always know what i need, always listen to me"

every word sends electricity down his spine, grunting and groaning as his fingers tangle into your hair once more, breathing turning ragged

"you're patient with me"

your cunt quivers at the guttural moan that escapes him when your mouth encases his bulbous cockhead once more, sucking eagerly around him with broken moans and indulgent sighs

you mouth down to his balls once more. they hang heavier now, filled with cum and your omega swoons at the mouthwatering scent radiating from his sex, begging to be fucked and bred until you cry. you cup and massage them, earning yourself another curse under his breath and a hiss through his teeth, twisting and jerking your hand around his tip

"want your pups– can't wait to have your pups, alpha", you practically sob out, drunk on the scent of him getting stronger, beachy and citrusy – filthier and more intoxicating at the source, making your ovaries burn

his hand grips onto your hair, putting it in a low, makeshift ponytail as he pants. "sweetheart, we said we'd wait— fuck!"

gags and coughs fill the space along with your obscene slurping and the lewd sound of your tongue tracing around his length – not letting him finish his objection as your lips stretch around him, nuzzling against his lower stomach

you moan loud and wanton around the length, working your hands in tandem with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and pushing him to the back of your relaxed throat over and over again

he growls, actually growls before he starts fucking into your mouth and you see him grit his teeth, baring his canines the way he does when it gets harder for him to hold back, when he's tormented with the primal desire of sinking them into you

your wet slurps and swallows only get louder, you – working him faster, overjoyed that he's losing himself to the feel of your nursing mouth

his groans and grunts border on animalistic in a manner you've never heard from him before – so you decide to spur him on, confessing more of the carnal thoughts that have been consuming you, orchestrated by the love and care he's poured into you

"want your cum. want you to breed me, taehyun"

his eyes roll to the back of his skull, cock twitching at your breathy voice and the way your hands squeeze tighter, tug harder, milking him with nothing short of fervor and zeal

oh, how you enjoy watching him lose his mind

"our pups– want them to have your eyes, your smile"

holy fuck, taehyun almost slips, almost cums down your throat when you take him in again. he hadn't expected his care to provoke and stir these primal omegan desires in you. you're wrecking his composure, his alpha roaring to life inside of him with every earnest admission

"need you to fuck me full, 'think about it all the time"

a low growl reaches your ears and sends shivers down your spine and you whimper in turn, omega compelling you to yield and submit, to please

you take him into your eager mouth once more, shifting on your knees and feeling a dull ache start to creep in. you pay it little care when you feel the sheer amount of arousal that has leaked through your panties onto the bedroom floor beneath you. the way taehyun looks only amplifies your need to please – hair sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat, hand brushing the thick strands back and bicep bulging with the action. breaths quickening and abs tightening and releasing, the dimmed lamp-light catching onto every hard contour and muscle that flexes in his torso

"fuck my mouth", you beg, words muffled and slurred around the heaviness of him

the plea goes straight to his pre-rut clouded head

your hands unwrap themselves from around the base of his cock, settling on his suitpant-covered thighs instead, feeling the tensing of them beneath your palms

your grip on the material tightens when his thrusts grow brutal, fucking into your mouth with more intent – more of those sexy, dizzying moans, grunts and labored breaths resonating through the room

you gag and cough, determined to take all of him, determined to let him use you – to show him how deeply you appreciate him, that you're his in every way

"fucking driving me crazy", he grits out. "look so pretty with your mouth stuffed full of me"

all you can do is moan and whimper, fresh tears spilling from your eyes. your lashes are glossy as you peer up at him. there's a tenderness in his gaze, even as he uses your mouth as he pleases, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly whilst the other hand in your hair smooths over the top of it, guiding you up and down his cock – his big, long, veiny cock that oozes more of the delicious precum that you can't get enough of

he's a mess. you're a mess. precum, spit and saliva dripping, spilling, dolloping down your chin, coating his balls, ruining and soaking his pants

"most beautiful thing i've ever seen"

you feel it, smell it. he's close, so close to letting go, so close to giving you his cum and you breathe heavy through your nose when he presses deeper, thrusting in until he reaches the back of your throat – nose kissing his abdomen. your eyes squeeze shut, throat making an obscene sound as you swallow around his tip. he grunts and hisses through his teeth, keeping you there

just when he's about to finish—

"fuck, i can't take it anymore", he chokes out. when your nails claw into his thighs, lightheaded – it's only then that he relents, pulling you off and you cough, gasping for air, spluttering out a glossy mess onto the floor

taehyun cups your face and pulls you up, slotting his lips together with yours, tangling your mouths together in a hot, filthy kiss. it's intense and urgent and sloppy – and he licks into your mouth like he's trying to get a deeper taste. sitting down at the edge of the bed, he guides you into his lap

"fucking perfect", he rasps against your lips and you whimper into his mouth, looping your arms around his shoulders

his hands slip under the fabric of your lacy panties, gripping greedily at the flesh of your hips. "my sweet girl"

you can't take it anymore. your pussy aches with need for him, craves to feel him inside now that you've had a taste of him. you're desperate, the feel of him against you agonizing the longer he holds back

"please", you break

it's a breathy little plea, the kind that makes taehyun's mind blank. "please alpha– need you, inside"

your hips move, working your aching cunt over his rock hard length, making an even bigger mess of his pants. he grunts at the feel of your sopping folds dragging over him, squeezing out even more arousal at the sound

taehyun's lips work their way down your throat, sucking a mark onto the skin there. his ministrations do little to distract you from the hand cupping your sex. you keen, grinding your core into his palm

"d-don't tease. i need you, taehyun– please"

the words go straight to his leaking cock, throbbing painfully at the sheer need in your voice and the orgasm he had denied himself. his heart isn't far behind, stuttering at your next plea

"make love to me"

he audibly groans in his chest, teething at the delicate skin of your nape

"make love to me, just like you promised. please", you sob – hips working wilder against his hand and his length

he curses under his breath. "i will, sweetheart. i need to prep you first. will you let me do that?"

"but alpha—"

he flips the two of you over, shutting you up with another smothering kiss, easing you down on the mattress softly, hovering large and broad over you

his eyes on yours are sharp – leaving no room for arguments, thumb tugging at the plush of your bottom lip when you're finally dazed enough not to protest. "just need to taste you, sweetheart. i'll be quick". a teasing smile breaks through his stern expression and you huff playfully

you both know that that is a lie. taehyun likes to take his time with you, nothing with him has ever been "quick". he hums, seeking your approval and you give him a soft nod

that earns you a sweet peck – a peck that becomes open-mouthed kisses, hungry nips and suctions making their way down your neck, your collarbones, your chest. he lingers there again, licking and biting at your hardened, sensitive peaks and supple flesh through the fabric of the lace. he doesn't take the bralette off as you expect, instead he takes the delicate cups' material between his teeth, dragging them to the undersides of your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, groaning loud and almost fucked out as he circles his tongue around the bud

you moan out, hands tangling into his hair before he releases your nipple from his mouth, hungrily taking the other into his mouth

your thighs press together at the sensation, chest rising and falling against his depraved ministrations. when he's had his fill and the plush of your breasts are covered in blooming marks and love bites, he works his way lower, creating a scorching little path down your stomach, your belly button to the waistband of your red, lacy panties

he pries your thighs open, settling between them, tongueing and nibbling at the flushed, supple skin, releasing a sound that borders on a growl once more – running his nose over the lace clinging to your center, the tip of it grazing your clit

"fuck, you smell so good", he grits out, canines aching to sink into you

his tongue sweeps out to taste you through the drenched fabric, pulling on it with his teeth, before letting it snap back – creating a lewd, drenched squelch, a sinful sound that has your face warming

taehyun groans low and you gulp

you can't take much more of his teasing

"drove me crazy in that restaurant", he starts, hands tracing charged over your thighs. "just wanted to throw you on that table and take you right there, especially for that fucker to see"

the confession makes your breath hitch. "taehyun—"

he hooks a finger into the center of your panties, pulling the red, darkened material to the side. a groans rumbles through his chest at the sight

"always get so fucking wet for me. you're a fucking dream"

taehyun wastes no time, licking a stripe up your slit

your breathing stutters, "only for you, alpha"

he hums, pleased, as he places a tender kiss on your clit. a hand of yours fists in the sheets, the other settling in his hair. his grip on you tightens, tongue dragging languidly through your folds. "yeah? all mine?", he asks and his tone sends electricity up your spine. he hovers above your pulsing little bundle of nerves, breath tickling you cruelly, making you tingle with anticipation

you whimper needily, giving him a mindless nod

"all yours— oh god, taehyun—"

his tongue flattens, swirling around the swollen bundle of nerves. "still want me to make it quick?"

the teasing lilt in his voice does not go unnoticed to you. you surrender, finally giving him full reign

"anything you want, alpha– do whatever you want with me"

he flashes you a triumphant grin, eyes darkening as he breathes out a chuckle. you truly charm him with your honesty. "thought so. that's my good girl", he whispers, placing a kiss on the tender skin of your loin before he gets to work, draping your legs over his broad shoulders – not minding the dig of your high heels into his shoulder blades one bit

your friends were right

you had spoken with them earlier this week again. according to them, taehyun had made a complete pillow princess out of you

it seemed that where you wanted to give, taehyun would take it a step further and give even more – always putting you above himself. it's almost blasphemous to tell him not to please you, to taste you, to have you feeling good because of him, exactly as you are now

taehyun doesn't think he's ever enjoyed going down on an omega as much as he does you

he tells himself it's the way your head drops back against his pillow. the way you begin to whisper and moan his name over and over again. the way your hand rakes through his hair and the way your body writhes, hips lifting slow against his mouth, matching his rhythm, folds soft, warm and sopping against his tongue – dripping and spilling sweet slick obscenely, already making a mess of the lower half of taehyun's face and the sheets

he grunts and little vibrations ripple through your core. "that's it, sweetheart. feed it to me", he demands, arms curling more solid around your thighs. he works the wet muscle of his tongue against you – slow, languid and deep, applying just the right amount of pressure, savoring the sweet vanilla that pours in rivulets from between your thighs

god, you've missed his mouth. the way he’d suckle and make out with your cunt like he couldn't get enough, like he'd been starved of your taste – and fuck, taehyun feels like he had

you've missed the way he’d get you pulsing and dripping within seconds, tongue dragging heavy and ravenous between your folds and over your clit

the way he relentlessly gave the little bundle of nerves attention, all of the attention you've been craving for, aching for – grunting in satisfaction when your body rewards him with more of your sweet essence

the fucking sound of his lips and tongue working warm and hungry over you, lewd and obscene, only amplifying the pull in your lower belly

the way your blissful little sighs and moans spur him on, wanton and sweet, tumbling uncontrollably from your lips as your hips rock harder. his hands grip firmer on the flesh of your thighs and ass, helping you rock perfectly against his relentless mouth

your eyes roll to the back of your skull, moans turning into whimpers and sobs. "a-alpha, th-that feels so good–", you hiccup, words slurred and jumbled, barely able to form a sentence, choking on a gasp when you open your eyes and lock them with his

they're dark and knowing, because he knows exactly what he's doing to you – just how terrifyingly quick he's making you lose your mind, unable to think about anything but him, his hungry, working mouth and the ample amounts of pleasure he brings you with it

"gonna be a good girl and come all over my tongue?"

you nod rapidly and he smirks against you. "you taste perfect, my sweet little treat", he murmurs before engulfing you again – and the sound of his name on your tongue pitches higher, stuttering around the shaky intakes of air you swallow, desperate to catch the breath he steals from you, to make up for and fill your lungs after every cry his gluttonous mouth draws from you

he only spurs you on, knowing he's going to drag this out and bring you to the edge slowly. taehyun has an appetite you are more than willing to adjust to

you hadn't even tried touching yourself this week. you couldn't do to yourself what taehyun does to you, couldn't pleasure yourself the way he does. you wouldn't be able to mimic the way his mouth engulfs you, wicked and coaxing. the way his groans and grunts send little vibrations through your pussy, pulling tight at your inner thighs, tingling at your spine. how his arms, strong and solid, hold you down, making you take whatever he gives you. the way he keeps you warm, burning, writhing, crying – effortlessly – and how he makes you jolt in surprise when he nips at the softness of your loin or inner thigh, when he dips down to push his tongue past your entrance and his nose bumps into your little bundle of nerves

you gasp – another pretty sound to his ears, squeezing needily around the unforgiving muscle that pushes in and out and in and out, sipping and slurping mouthfuls of your essence

he pulls it back out in favor of taking your sensitive clit into his mouth once more, unable to keep himself away from the bud, suckling and working it expertly with his tongue, opting to slide one, then two digits into you instead

fuck, you had almost forgotten how long they are, how easily they reach all of the sensitive, mouthwatering spots you never could

he works them inside of you with purpose, finding and hooking into that spongy spot with precise come-hither motions that make your hips jump, producing more slick – glossy strings of arousal connecting his knuckles to your entrance every time he pulls those talented fingers out, only to push them back in, stretching you perfectly

your hands grip harder at his hair, harder at the sheets, eliciting prideful hums from your alpha

every hook into your sweet spot is like a hook into your soul, extracting the life force out of you with every pull – always set on taking ownership of you through your pleasure

fucking hell and you give it to him so willingly. taehyun is nothing short of obsessed and smug

"taehyun– fuck– don't stop, please", you beg, chest rising and falling rapidly, head lulling back against his pillow

he doesn't plan on stopping – not until your thighs are trembling around his head and you're pushing him away, not until you're utterly helpless from your high. in fact, he fastens his ministrations, pulling a squeak from your chest

more sweet cries of his name fall from your lips as you cup your breast, pinching the peak between your fingers. the hand gripping and holding your thighs open is quick to reach up, covering the hand that cups your breast, guiding it down to his hair

your back arches deeper and you cry louder, both of your hands now tugging and gripping on the raven strands

the sight is enough to fuel taehyun, the alpha growing hungry to make you cum. he doubles down with his onslaught of pleasure, watching you intently through his lashes. your unsolicited, urgent sobs become music to his ears, pretty cries of the title that you call him and him alone – alpha alpha alpha – making his cock throb painfully

his touch becomes deep, calculated – increasing the pressure of his ministrations just the slightest bit, pressing his tongue and fingers harder against you, eventually slipping in a third and you gasp at the new stretch – the silver of his bracelet jingling with his faster motions

he's absolutely ravenous – sucking your nub into his mouth, rolling his tongue deliberate and deep over it – his jaw flexing and working with the motion, grunting as he wholly makes out with your clit. the lewd sound of your wetness blends with his hungry groans

you pulse uncontrollably and taehyun wants nothing but to sink his throbbing hardness into the flesh of your soaking cunt and feel you cum around him instead

— but he can't do that just yet. he needs you a little warmer, a little wetter, swollen and ready to take all of him

he knows exactly what makes you tick, what turns your brain into mush – what gets you thinking about nothing but reaching that peak

you love when he strokes a little rougher, more persistent against that spot inside, when his tongue picks up speed as you approach your high, when the suckling at your bud grows harder, hungrier

your omega keens with bliss at his unwavering attention to where you've been yearning for him, starving for this

a delicious pull begins to thread tight in your lower belly. you're so wound up, desperate to cum after three days of constant teasing and lingering touches that left you starved. hell, desperate is an understatement

the pleasure begins to drag you under. you writhe wilder, more erratic against his mouth, cries and gasps climbing even higher in pitch

you can barely warn him about your building orgasm, can barely scramble the words together to tell him that you're close – but oh, taehyun knows

he can taste it, feel it – your walls clinging to and sucking his fingers deeper, clamping down for dear life. your toes curl, high heels pushing against his back and nails digging into his scalp

when he doubles down, pressing even harder and deeper, you're a goner

your head feels like it's dipped under water, ears ringing as the band in your lower belly finally snaps

his name is the only thing on your tongue as you let go, feeding taehyun copious amounts the your sweet release he's been thirsting for. there's so much of it, gushing out around his fingers, creating a loud squelch as he continues to pump, prolonging your high

hot bursts of heat coat and wet his mouth and chin and taehyun savors it all – drinking you up and groaning as he licks into your mound

nothing can compare to the feeling of pride and triumph that swells in the alpha's chest after succeeding to have drawn your sweet release from you like this, of having you fall apart like this without yet having given all of himself

he never takes his eyes off of you either – nearly cumming watching you cum, fresh precum leaking plenty from the head of his cock, trapped between his abdomen and the cool bedsheets

taehyun only lets up when your thighs tremble and shake, closing around his head, hands weakly trying to push him away – just the way he had predicted

god, it pains him to detach himself

reluctantly, he draws back – panting heavy, lips parted. strings of your slicky cum connects his lips to your cunt

you sit up on your elbows, watching a droplet form on his bottom lip, no time to drip before he quickly swipes at it with his tongue – eyes blown out and dark on yours

taehyun would spend an eternity making you come with just his tongue and fingers if you'd let him. fuck, he knows if he persuades you enough, he can make you take another round – but right now his omega is needy and pulsing with desire for the rest of him, for all of which he has to offer

he only retracts his working fingers when you tug at his wrist – caressing gentle and soothing over your cunt before lifting them to his mouth, cleaning them off with a groan – the same way he had cleaned off the dessert spoon in the restaurant and you pulse at the sight

soothing hands caress and massage your still quaking flesh. you come down from your high, lightheaded, chest rising and falling with the effort of trying to catch your breath

he peppers chaste kisses along the inside of your thighs

your inner thighs are a mess, core glistening with the evidence of his obsession – swollen and soaked, pushing out more slick with every rhythmic clench. taehyun nearly growls at the sight, tempted to dive back in

he stops himself, mouth worshiping it's way back up your body. you cup his jaw when he hovers over you, wiping away the remaining slick coating his bottom lip and chin with your thumb. his eyes stay locked on yours, lids hooded and sharp, looking almost as fucked out as you. you press the digit into his mouth and he cleans it off with another groan, slotting his hips between yours

"isn't that much better, sweetheart?" he asks, voice like silk bewitching you once more. a loaded and lingering kiss lands against your nape

"y-yes…" you nod, voice still shaky as you huff out air

"wanna make you do that over" kiss "and over" kiss "and over again"

you whimper, thighs trying to squeeze together, but instead, tightening around his waist. his cock slides hot, hard and heavy between your folds and your hips lift at feeling it again – at finally having it inside you, soon

"taehyun, don't tease", you choke out, hands clutching onto him desperately. you shimmy his suit pants down his hips before he kicks it off the rest of the way, kicking off his socks too

he hums, satisfied. sitting up, he drapes your legs over his thighs, taking your hands in his. pressing reverent kisses to each of your palms, he places them flat against his collarbones, fingers curling around your wrists

your eyes follow his lead as he begins to drag them down his chest, over the firm and solid pecs – agonizingly slow. every ridge and dip of hard muscle makes you clench around nothing, cunt quivering against the meaty length which he continues to slide between your folds. he traces your hands down his abs, flexing as your nails graze lightly over them. you moan wantonly at the feel, unable to help yourself as he makes you trace over the defined muscle. your head spins with desire, thighs parting wider for him

"all yours, sweetheart", he hums, letting go of your wrists when he's finally guided you past his adonis belt and his v-lines down to his throbbing cock

it's a searing reminder: that he'll never betray you with another omega like the alpha from your past, that he'll never give himself away to another omega like your ex did. every inch and fibre of his being belongs to you

you've never been this turned on in your life

you wrap both hands around him, working him up and down just like you did earlier

he groans as he watches you, unable to stop his hips from rolling forward, hissing through his teeth as his head lulls back

your breathing stutters at the sight – you need him now

the ache is becoming unbearable. if taehyun doesn't do something this instant, you honestly think you might explode. you're beyond the point of function, doing the only thing you're able to think of: you plead with him, the way you know gets him to cave every time

"taehyun, please", you sob, your hands clutching around his waist and ass, pushing him forward, pulling him closer again and again – anything to hopefully make him slide into you. his cockhead bumps and drags over your clit, making you mewl pathetically. he chuckles, leaning down, voice low and teasing right by your ear. "patience, sweetheart. we said we're taking it slow tonight, remember?"

"please, i just need you inside", you feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes, glassy as you stare up at him

jungwon never had you begging like this. no, he got straight to the point – but taehyun, he makes you long for it, makes you yearn for it. he builds you up, takes you there slowly, keeps you there and makes sure you feel every second of it. only to bring you to that high again. and then again. it's greedy, an insatiable hunger and thirst for your pleasure. the relentless pursuit of your intoxication and euphoria, until every orgasm belongs to him – wrecking you, ruining you. not just your body, but your mind, your soul. taehyun lives for this – your sweet surrender

but even taehyun has his breaking point

despite his words promoting patience, his hands make quick work of undoing and taking your heels off, pressing careful kisses to each of your ankles

your lacy set of lingerie comes off pretty quickly too, searing touches tracing along your skin as he peels every piece away

he can no longer resist, lowering himself over you, arms like pillars caging you in. his lips seal over yours and you reciprocate without hesitation, humming as you feel his tip prodding your entrance. he tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, finally beginning to push into you. your mouth drops open, hands migrating to his shoulders and arms, nails already digging into the skin

"easy, take deep breaths for me, sweetheart", he instructs and you do. "that's it. good girl. just let me in"

your body is no longer your own, yielding to his command in an instant

he works himself in to the hilt. "is this alright?" he asks, eyes searching yours for any sort of discomfort

"more than alright", you reassure him, hands tightening their hold on his arms. "move, please"

his lips sweep yours up once more, beginning to rock into you steady

it's overwhelming at first, but in the best way – and you clench uncontrollably around him, readjusting to his size, your slick walls longing for more, rejoicing and pouring out slick every time he hits home, every time he breaks you in

a sob wracks your chest, suddenly overcome with emotion, fragile and unprotected. "i missed you", you manage. taehyun chuckles, feigning confusion. "missed me? sweetheart, we've been together all week"

taehyun knows well enough what you mean. he just wants to hear you say it, spell it out for him. he loves how easily you admit your need for him, how you never hide it from him. your walls suck him in, body begging him to come closer, deeper

"no, i– i missed having you like this, having you this close. needed you so badly"

his heart clenches at the vulnerable confession. "i know, sweetheart. needed you just as badly", he pushes in harder, breathing out another chuckle. "thought i was going to lose my mind". his hips move with more purpose, feeling your body relax around him, allowing more of him in

his forehead comes to rest on yours. "i've got you now, sweetheart. just let me take care of you, alright?" he cups your face and you nod against his palm. pleased, his lips return to yours and you whimper into his mouth

stuttering breaths, passionate kisses and wanton to deep moans and grunts fill the room as taehyun builds a steadier, more powerful rhythm. soon, the sound of skin slapping against skin blend in too. you moan out as he hits that spot, cunt fluttering around him. he's smug as he takes you in, eyes dazed matching yours. "right there?"

you offer him a breathless nod and a blissed smile, "right there" – you huff out a laugh and you moan louder when he thrusts harder against it, arms curling around the wings of his broad back, pulling him flush against you – ankles crossing behind his back

god, taehyun is large – already pressing you into the mattress with the weight and force of his hips, knocking the air from your lungs with every demanding push forward, cock splitting you apart at the seams. he's an undeniable force of strength and power, pure muscle wrapped in honeyed skin and you surrender yourself to it willingly – the dominance and intensity of him

your head falls back against the pillow, unable to contain the sounds he already begins to draw from you

"sound so pretty for me, you're so fucking beautiful", taehyun grunts and whispers your name like a curse under his breath. he mouths hungrily at any and every part of skin you expose to him, aching to become one with you – as if being inside of you like this simply isn't enough. his hands on the sheets grip harder as he strokes deep, then deeper

"taehyun, holy fuck—", you cry out and it only spurs him to move a little faster

"can't get enough of you", he growls against your lips, almost to himself. he's starting to lose grip on his last sliver of control, breathing you in like a drug. "you have no idea what you do to me", he thrusts harder and you gasp. "wanna crawl into your skin, fucking live inside of you"

your cunt pulses obscenely at his words, mind hitting a blank with every angled rut

"you feel fucking perfect", his brows furrow, that sexy, concentrated frown forming on his lips, like he's barely holding back, like he can't quite control just how deep he wants to get

your cries pitch higher with every thrust, the repeated wet friction already making you lose your mind. god, you needed this – needed him so bad – getting lost in his words and his touch so easily

every tuck of your hair behind your ear, every gentle caress of his thumb on your cheek, every reverent kiss, every push and rock of his heavy length as he bottoms out again and again only makes you fall harder, effortlessly bringing you to the edge of another earth shattering orgasm tonight. he whispers praises and sweet nothings to you as you cry out his name, lamenting it to the heavens, without care who hears

your hand curls around the back of his head, meeting him halfway in a kiss as you let go, as you surrender all of yourself to him and you flutter around his cock

he allows you to hold him close, to linger against his lips and breathe him in, just until you whine for more

sitting up, he takes one of your legs and settles it over his shoulder, hooking your ankle on the broad expanse. he kisses and tongues messily up your inner thigh, mouthing at your calf. bewitched and almost drunk with lust, his tongue lulls out and he licks a stripe up the sole of your foot before taking your toes into his mouth

you gasp, eyes snapping open and he groans as you watch the lewd act – lapping and sucking between them, licking and biting at the inside of your ankle and every bit of skin his mouth can reach

holy fuck, your omega wails, you've never seen him this hungry before

"fuck, i'd eat you up if i could", he pants, voice gruff – mouth not stopping its worship as he drives into you harder

– and you believe him, the display of hunger making your head spin once more, on the brink of losing your mind. the tickling sensation sends tingles that shoot straight to your clit. his cock doesn't relent against that spot inside either – and because taehyun knows exactly what you need, he places a skilled thumb on the slick-coated little bundle of nerves, drawing perfect, mouthwatering circles over it

your eyes roll to the back of your skull as your head tips back, wanton cries of his name falling from your lips like a mantra

another sloppy kiss is placed to your ankle then your calf before he leans down, pressing your knee against your chest in a mating press – folding you in half. the angle only makes him press deeper, eliciting more wails of his name out of you

gone, brainless, pliant – those are the only words fit to describe you when taehyun takes you like this, when he allows his alpha to take full course

your mouth forms the perfect little o-shape and taehyun watches you intently, thrusting against that spot so good, tears gather and spill from the corners of your eyes

"you gonna cum for me again, sweetheart?" he provokes

"yes! fuck, yes, taehyun!" you sob, body writhing beneath his. "please, don't stop"

he groans deep and your eyes open – the look in his eyes are enough to do it – knowing, hypnotic and disarming, piercing through you as you let go for him, a whimper of his name tumbling sweetly from your lips

his head dips down, stealing your last bit of breath as he kisses you, intense and passionate and your hand tangles into his hair. his pace doesn't falter, in fact he pushes deeper, grunting into your mouth as he picks up his pace – length punching against that gummy spot unbearably good, almost cruel

your pulsating cunt only gushes wetter, warmer around the unforgiving length, protesting every time he pulls out, crying in relief with slick when he pushes back in

his hand abandons your sensitive nub, fisting in the pillow next to your head. "oh, taehyun—"

"feels so good when you cum around me, sweetheart. wanna make you cum like this all night"

oh god

you know taehyun isn't one to bluff

the alpha loves watching you finish, loves watching your soul leave your body, like you're handing it right over to him. your eyes, glassy and vulnerable staring into his or fixed at the back of your skull. your hands clawing at any part of his body, his arms, his chest, even his ass just to keep him right where you need him, always deep. he loves feeling the way your body trembles, fluttering around him, making you ascend as you desperately grasp onto the last bits of your high – a high of which taehyun is happy to bring you to, over and over again

he finds what he loves the most might be the aftermath – when your eyes regain focus and they begin pleading and he knows exactly what you need in that moment – him, closer. hands clawing and grabbing at him to draw him in, to feel his skin against yours, his lips against yours, every possibile inch of him lodged deep inside. he's obsessed with the satisfied sighs and sobs you let out, clinging to him the second he does comes closer

it's him that you need when you're coming down, it's him that you need to hold you in this fragile little time frame. he's made a mental note that you especially love and melt when he completely engulfs you, surrounds you, consumes you – until you're nothing but another extension of him, until you don't know where you start and he ends

you feel that pressure building up inside of your core once again, but this time, it feels different

he takes your ankle from where it's hooked over his shoulder, settling your thigh around his waist again. his hot chest presses flush against yours and you bury your face into his shoulder, latching onto the skin glistening with sweat

the room is laced with the scent of sweet vanilla that curls into citrusy mandarin, coated in sapphire – deep, oceanic and blue

your nails on his skin don't rake, they simply graze. your hand in his hair doesn't grip, you simply hold onto him. he cups the back of your head, coaxing you away from his shoulder to look into his eyes instead. you watch him survey you, something weighing heavy on his heart, on his tongue – you can tell, especially when his eyes become doe and shiny

"taehyun—"

a whisper of reverence, soft like silk, barely audible slips from his lips

"i love you"

your heart stops – because he had said it like a promise, a confirmation not only for you, but for himself, too. because it's the first time someone that you hold dear had said it and meant it – even more so like he couldn't hold it back, like it had been consuming him

the world around you stills. it's just you and him, in this room, in this pocket of time, finally becoming one, finally fulfilling every last thing you had asked for in prayer, long before he had stepped into your life and you had crossed paths

you don't stop the tears that have gathered from falling. they cascade warm and reverent down your temples

"i love you"

it comes easy, breathless and yet with so much weight, taking the rest of the air in your lungs with it

his breathing falters. "will you let me have you, sweetheart?" he asks, tentatively, as though you're fragile, like you might break if he speaks above a whisper

the look in his eyes – that of pure desperation – wrecks you, tugs hard at your heartstrings. as if he would die if you said no, if you refused him, if you said anything other than—

"yes", you whisper back, cupping his face – the easiest yes of your life. "a million times yes. all of me— have all of me, taehyun"

a deep drive into your walls punches the remaining air out of your lungs, stroking you into oblivion

"and you'll be all mine – as i'll be all yours?"

"yes! yes, taehyun!" you cry as best as your voice allows you to, your thighs beginning to tremble again, the fire between them becoming too much to bare – matching the fire in your heart and the heat that courses over his skin. "i want this. i want you. more than anything i've ever wanted in my entire life, please"

his breathing stutters again, almost in awed disbelief. "then go ahead, sweetheart. claim me. make me yours"

– and then he's baring the column of his neck to you and every bell in your soul begins to ring as you nuzzle into the skin, right below his scent gland. you kiss him there first, once then twice, drawing a shaky exhale from him and his adams apple bobs

when you finally sink your teeth into him, he releases a sound similar to a whimper and a groan – and he pushes as deep as he possibly could into your yearning warmth, harder, deeper with every stroke

you moan into him, nails creating indents on his skin. when your omega settles and you finally retract, you soothe him with sweet touches of your lips, touches that are interrupted by your cries with every push of his length through your walls

he drives harder, sheer heat coursing over his skin, making its way down to his loins, a painful throb pounding inside of you

his alpha surges forward now more than ever, pushing to come forward and take control

every ounce of devotion that he's felt for you from the moment he first met you finally simmers to the surface and breaks open within his chest – like keeping it inside any longer than this is agonizing, unbearable – pushing up like pins and needles against his throat. his brows knit together at the feeling, lips finding yours as he whispers against them, over and over again, "i love you" kiss "i love you" kiss "i love you" – like a mantra, a vow or a song he wants you to remember

your entire being ignites, heart and soul soaring when his mouth finally lowers to your neck, hand cupping the back of your head, threading through your hair

you bare your neck to him, offering him all of the access he needs

"sweetheart?" he asks permission one last time, canines and fangs aching, shiny with saliva

"please"

that's the last plea that escapes you before he does it – that which you've been yearning for your entire life. the one thing only he could fulfill with you, the thing you didn't want any other alpha doing to you

nothing would ever compare to the feeling of taehyun's teeth finally sinking into your skin

it's accompanied by a groan so passionate you almost mistake it for pain

goosebumps arise over yours and his skin, heat surging from where his teeth are nestled in the nape of your neck, right down to where you're connected – to where his knot has already started to form at the base of his cock

pain quickly eases into pleasure

your bodies soar and the feverish tension, the furnace between your thighs becomes unbearable, bursting open as you release around him and he releases into you – as you become one

a hand grips hard at your flesh, lifting your hips to take more of him – a meek attempt at preventing his teeth from biting down harder, growling into the flesh

his alpha huffs and puffs with pride, satiated at last after having held back for so long. his mouth begrudgingly detaches itself from your skin, opting to soothe you with his tongue and the tenderness of his lips instead. you are but a shivering body in his hold, a thing of flesh glistening with sweat and enchantment

you feel like you're still floating, entranced – and you hold onto taehyun just a little tighter

a series of reverent "i love you"s are confessed to the skin of your nape as he slows to a stop, arms wrapping around you and holding you close to him – the pounding of your hearts in both your chests now in sync

your hands rake through his hair, humming and stuttering as he continues to tongue and kiss at the new mark – the new brand, the one that announced you as his

his omega. his mate. the keeper of his heart

you bask in this – your scent and his immediately becoming tainted and fused with the other's. the two of you shimmer under the lamp- and moonlight as yo.u both gather your breath, wrapped around each other

taehyun's nose drags along your scent gland, sniffling thick amounts of sweet vanilla that is now permanently carries traces of him and something in the atmosphere shifts

he has gone still, almost too still

he's still tongueing and kissing at the mark, like he can't get enough and god, it's still sensitive, but it just feels too good to tell him to stop. your walls still pulse with the aftermath, choking and milking him good

it's taehyun, you tell yourself, he's just making sure the wound will heal well

you're ready to detangle yourself from him, hands ghosting over his skin

that's when you feel it: the throb of his cock as it stirs back to life, lodged so very deep inside of you

your heart jumps in your throat when you hear it—

was that a grunt or was that a growl?

...to be continued ➛ part 6

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You've always hated Beomgyu.

For many logical reasons.

He was arrogant, annoying and he always somehow knew every single button to push to piss you off.

Okay logical to you.

Objectively you knew he wasn't a bad person — despite you wishing he was so your dislike towards him would be valid to others.

You like to think of yourself as a rational person, you don't overreact to things, you're calm and collected.

There is just something about him that irks you.

Maybe it's the fact he's always around, like a fly buzzing around you slowly bringing you to the brink of insanity.

Unfortunately for you he was also inescapable.

Somehow despite being the most annoying, egotistical, competitive, immature person you know — his sister is the opposite.

Haeun — who you met on the first day of elementary school, after a random kid was pulled out of class for being disruptive the whole class was left unattended — chaos ensuing because what else happens when you leave twenty something kids with no supervision. Unlike the other kids who started shouting and being annoying.

Your focus was drawn to her — Staying silent in her seat, drawing.

Confused you walk over to her simply observing her — immediately forgetting why you went over there when you see her drawing something from your favourite show.

And the rest is history —

If only it was that easy though.

Because additionally — meeting your best friend, twin flame and person, came with the added bonus of someone who you truly believe was put on this earth to humble you.

The kid who got in trouble for being a pest? — Beomgyu, who always brings up the fact he caused you and Haeun to be friends and that you're basically indebted to him.

And because Haeun and Beomgyu were twins — he was constantly around.

Unfortunately.

Growing up he was there — always, every achievement he was right next to you and Haeun — because somehow your parents thought you three were inseparable, despite your multiple complains ending in your parents laughing at 'kids being kids.'

As you got older it only got worse.

Merging into your teenage years you thought he'd become less of a pest, focusing on himself more than pissing you off.

Wrong.

Beomgyu was smart — in a way where he didn't have to try too hard. Just naturally knowing the answers after barely paying attention in class.

Another reason you hated him.

While you work your ass off, studying for hours to get the best mark possible — he just knows.

When you offhandedly mentioned wanting to enter the science fair to Haeun, Beomgyu who has no interest in science joins purely to win instead of you.

And when you accidentally told him the wrong day of the math exam? Well you watched with the proudest grin when you were put first on the honours list instead of him.

You never knew what he was thinking about, whenever you retaliated and awaited his reaction he just smiled.

You were sure his sole existence is to drive you insane, and he does.

In all honesty you don't remember why you started disliking him, you just have — even before you got to know him you knew he was loud and bothersome.

The only reason you haven't strangled him is because of Haeun.

Because somehow.

Somehow.

He's amazing to Haeun.

It's like a shift — he'll be annoying you teasing you, then he's all nice to Haeun.

All things aside you can begrudgingly admit he's a good brother, watching out for her, always wanting the best for her.

They never had the phase of hating or bullying each other, he's always looked after her. Haeun told you multiple stories of him being amazing and nice.

You honestly admire him for being a good brother (unwillingly you admit it only in your subconscious mind).

It honestly pissed you off and made you dislike him more.

Because he's capable of it — you've seen him be amazing to Haeun, his friends — hell even people you know he hates, and to your knowledge you haven't done anything to him so why.

Is it just you he likes to endlessly pester and piss off.

The 'feud' if you can call it that was honestly harmless to both of you, no real damage done — just endlessly annoying each other.

Until it wasn't.

You'll admit now, you know what he did was an accident, or so everyone tells you.

You didn't even know what had happened, people in your class staring at you for seemingly no reason — until at lunch you get pulled aside by Taehyun.

Taehyun who you had a massive thing for.

You honestly didn't hear most of it — blood rushing to your cheeks, ears ringing in embarrassment. All you knew is that somehow he knew that you liked him. Now he was very nice letting you down but still.

The only time you ever admitted out loud that you liked him was at a sleepover — putting the pieces together that Beomgyu overheard.

After that it grew petty, purposefully doing shit you both knew would end badly.

It wasn't cruel or too far, you both seemingly knew where to draw the line.

It still wasn't nice.

Jokes that had edges to them you knew would affect the other. Petty things you both got in trouble for.

Whether it was him sabotaging your academics or you sabotaging whatever relationship he was in.

In university nothing changed.

Once after he told a rumour to the whole campus about you sleeping with a teacher for better grades, resulting in you having to drop your favourite class.

So when you got wind of Beomgyu being head over heels for this girl? The next week you're hard launching her on your stories to his favourite song.

Two weeks later he sends you a fucking 'hey girly' message which did make you chuckle but still! — pissed you off.

Okay maybe it started getting mean.

The only thing stopping you both from taking it too far is Haeun, forced to tolerate each other for her sake at least.

You truly think Beomgyu was put on this world punish you for past sins in previous lifetimes, to be a perpetual dull needle stabbing into your eyes and test your self control as to not end up in a jail cell.

Because if it was anyone else? You'd just ignore him, Unfortunately he's not anyone else.

He's the brother of your favourite person in the world, the one person whos seemingly able to calm both of your indifferences.

Haeun always said that you fight because you're alike, always getting a death glare from both of you.

Deep down you think shes right.

You don't think about it too deeply, you'd rather not get too psychological on the undeniable similarities between you and him, the thought of being like him honestly making you pissed off and offended at your own unconscious mind for suggesting you're like that fuckhead.

You've had a love hate relationship with parties, they're loud and usually held in a filthy frat house of someone you don't even know.

Always feeling like an extra in some sorority girls main character arc as you watch guys fighting like idiots, girls gossiping over who slept with who.

You loved however letting go of every ounce of sensibility with the excuse of alcohol, being able to blame mistakes and idiotic choices on the copious amounts of shots of the cheapest and highest percentage alcohol college students could legally find.

What you didn't like about that was how out of body you felt, the downside of all of that being the fact every choice you do make doesn't feel like your own, the inner monologue becoming your course of action whether you like it or not, your common sense on the sidelines shouting endlessly into the void.

Because unlike every other time, this one was at Beomgyu's place.

Haeun dragging you to the party, telling you the place was big enough to not run into him, and fortunately that was half true.

The place was huge, thanks to Beomgyu rooming with one of his rich friends whos parents pay the rent.

Unfortunately Haeun underestimates how much the universe hates you.

For the first hour or so it's fine, drinking playing party games with your friends, flirting shamelessly with random guys.

You don't notice Haeun left till you check your phone, seeing her tell you she had to go back to your apartment because her boyfriend was sick. You didn't really mind, if you were slightly more sober you would have been pissed she left you here of all places.

After an unfortunate run in with your ex, desperately trying to get away from him you try find any free room — bathroom? You don't wanna talk about who and what you heard in there.

Ending up in a room collapsing against the door. You don't really check your surroundings until you hear a cough. Opening your eyes — immediately landing on Beomgyu.

Because of course the first free room you enter is his.

"This is breaking and entering." He hums with a smirk bringing the cup of whatever liquid was out there to his lips.

Letting out a dry breathless laugh, leaning your head back against the door with a thud. "Of course you're here."

His voice dripping with arrogance, the subtle comments already ticking you off. "You're in my apartment? — uninvited by the way."

"Haeun dragged me along, wouldn't be here otherwise."

"You act as if this place has an infestation."

"It does, you."

He doesn't immediately reply to your last comment, looking at you for a moment before there is a banging on his door.

With an annoyed groan he gets up from his bed walking to the door about to open it, startled by you grabbing his hand your voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not here." You say firmly your eyes glued to his.

Beomgyu cant help but grin, despite your silent pleas he opens the door, thankful you're hidden behind the door.

"Is y/n here?" Immediately recognising the voice to still, looking at Beomgyu's side profile as he also recognises who it is.

"Hm?" Feigning innocence as he looks your ex up and down. "Nah she wouldn't be caught dead here."

"I just saw her —"

"You didn't."

"I did —"

Cutting him off again with a grin. "You really didn't, maybe cool it on Kai's mixer, yeah?"

Before he can even respond he closes the door shut on him.

An audible sigh of relief escapes your lips when you suddenly are pulled back to reality.

Opening your eyes you're met with Beomgyu, smiling as if he won the best prize in existence.

"Anything you wanna say to me?"

"Not really."

"Not even — thank you Beomgyu! You're so awesome and handsome thank you for scaring away my evil ex!" He says an exaggerated tone, enjoying watching your eye twitch.

"Only one of those three things are correct." you resort, not immediately noticing when he gets closer to you.

"Yeah? Which one." He whispers with a grin, looking at you, enjoying your annoyed state.

"Drop dead." You say flatly, unimpressed.

"Cmon not even a thank you?" Close enough to where you can smell the faint traces of whatever flavoured vodka was out there.

You don't respond to him — you also don't pull away despite every rational part of you telling you to.

You cant tell if the room shifted from the close call with your ex or the way he's looking at you.

Or the way you're looking at him.

Both of you in no right mind, clearly.

"You barge into my room while I was peacefully drinking — bringing drama and a man child with you, not even asking for an apology just a thank you." His voice teasing, enjoying this too much, using all your might to bite back a comment.

"Peacefully drinking alone, at your own party — kinda pathetic really."

"I was escaping." He says quickly.

"Escaping what?" Replying instantly, turning the tables on him — smiling as you await his response.

"You."

Both of you shocked at his instant response.

"Glad I have that effect on you." you tease pushing him.

Unsure of how much time has passed, seconds, minutes — feels like it's been an eternity.

All you know is his eyes haven't left yours.

Now — you're drunk! you both are, not nearly in the right state of mind.

That's your excuse! as said earlier, sensibility is a mere bystander when drunk.

Neither of you know what you're doing but you know that this isn't supposed to be happening. Despite that, neither of you are making any move to stop.

"God — you're insufferable." You spit out, your voice breaking only making him grin.

"Then why are you still holding onto me." His words snapping you back — your fingers still clinging to his wrist from earlier.

"What? No quick response?" His voice dropping slightly, looking you up and down, watching as your breathing quickens.

"You're all talk yknow — the second something real happens you cave, you hide behind witty remarks but it's all bark no bite."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Years of stupid fights, petty revenge and unresolved animosity pilled into a single kiss.

You don't know who started it, but everything else fades.

The taste of him taking over you — the cheap beer, flavoured vodka is all you can taste. His hands holding onto your face as if you'll disappear if he lets go. The kiss messy and unfocused, both of you too out of it to process whats really happening. Grabbing desperately onto each other, teeth clashing, heavily breathing into the kiss not pulling away to breathe properly.

Whatever he's mumbling into your mouth you don't register, your head foggy from the alcohol and him.

Not remembering how you ended up on his bed.

Definitely not remembering how you ended up naked.

Waking up in the morning you're immediately hit with a dull throb in your head, not just the back — the front the sides it's seeping down your body — fuck what happened.

Opening your eyes you see an unfamiliar ceiling.

You feel unfamiliar sheets on you — fuck are you naked.

Panic sets in as you try recalling last night — trying to make sense of anything — everything. Looking around the unfamiliar room, a tinge on recognition and remembrance.

Before you can even process your eyes snap to the door, Beomgyu.

Standing in the door frame pants hanging low on his waist, a smirk also gracing his lips as he looks at you.

Slowly it comes back to you — in blurred memories, your heart dropping to your stomach as you let out an exhale.

"No." You say simply your eyes running over the room, yourself — him.

He simply smiles deviously knowing you're panicking.

"Morning sleeping beauty." He says in a sing song voice — looking too smug for your liking, enjoying this too much.

"No." You reiterate, unable to say anything else as you process whats happening — what happened.

"Was last night so good I fucked the rest of your vocabulary out of you — doesn't really make sense though.. All you were saying was yess Beomgyuuu, harder Beomgyuuuu don't stop Beomg—" His exaggeration immediately cut off as you get off the bed cupping your hand over his mouth your eyes meeting his.

His eyes don't stay on yours for long, drifting down to your frame — your very naked frame. Groaning as you push his face to the side reaching down to the floor grabbing the blanket that fell, wrapping it around yourself.

"What did you do." You spit out through your teeth, shaking from a multitude of reasons because what the fuck.

"Wasn't just me, baby — though I did do most of the work, shouldn't have expected more from you 'course you're a princess —" He teases, his eyes still roaming your frame.

"God, do you shut up," you groan walking away from him, desperately trying to find your clothes from last night around his mess of a room.

Instead of retaliating like you expect he's just watching you, as you scurry around his room. When you find your clothes you don't even bother preserving your decency, dropping the blanket as you try to quickly put your clothes on.

You feel his eyes focused on you, the heat spreading across your body as you get dressed as quickly as possible.

As you stand up you look at him and for once you can't read him, which is infuriating — looking at him, all memories flooding back to you.

"This never happened." You say flatly and seriously, Beomgyu of course not ever taking you seriously.

"Then why are you standing in my room in yesterdays clothes." He hums eyebrows raised, his voice cocky.

"A glitch in the timeline, an error in the universe." You say simply shoving past him, your shoulder knocking his.

Instead of letting you leave peacefully he follows, because of course he does.

"You're acting like this is the end of the world." He eyes trail over you with a grin as you stand at the entrance putting your shoes on, catching your dishevelled state in the mirror, shaking your head slightly before looking at him.

"Shut up." You respond, taking a deep breath, your hands shaking as you try lacing up your shoes.

Beomgyu watches in amusement for a moment, enjoying your unfocused state before kneeling down slapping your hands away tying your laces for you.

"So snappy in the morning, huh?" He finishes your laces with an annoyingly perfect bow, looking up at you with a sly grin.

"It's not happening again." You state, pissed at how he's not taking this seriously.

"Whats not happening again?" He feigns innocence — to annoy you but you just ignore him, slamming the door in his face, standing against it as you try wrapping your head around this nightmare scenario.

God you despise him.

If you didn't see him in this lifetime it would still be too soon for you.

Unfortunately they didn't give you a life time — they gave you two weeks.

When you enter the sanctuary of your apartment after a gruelling class you expect to just shower, eat leftovers and rot. Instead you see Beomgyu relaxing on your couch as if he owns the place.

You freeze in the doorway, your eyes locking on his, a smirk wide on his face as he meets your gaze.

Before you can say anything Haeun enters from her room, her signature smile greeting you as you snap back into reality, smiling softly at her as she envelops you in a hug.

"Hi — how was class? I know you always hate your Thursday classes, and I know we had plans but Gyu asked to come over and yeah it just happened yknow? — but also he was telling me about how you guys are finally getting along —" At this point you're used to her ramble, not knowing how she can talk without breathing. Listening, nodding along until you hear what she said about Beomgyu. Her words fading into background noise.

Refocusing as you smile at her, your eyes glancing at Beomgyu, clearly that's the reason he's so smug, your eyes lingering on his, a shit eating grin plastered on his face, snapping back to Haeun who looks so happy you genuinely can't say anything.

As she finishes talking you plaster on your best smile nodding slowly in agreement.

"Yeah — we're good" you say through your teeth, side eyeing Beomgyu who looks so pleased with himself.

"Really? Really Really — oh good because I need to duck out to see Siyun — something about our project and Beomgyu's staying for dinner so I'm glad you're getting along so you can stay in the same place unattended without murdering each other." she smiles laughing slightly, squeezing you before dipping out of the apartment before you can process.

Closing your eyes, you drop your bag, not bothering to acknowledge him hoping he'd just go away, obviously he doesn't.

Before you can slam your bedroom door on him he stops it with his foot, barging into your sacred space, groaning as you turn to him.

"Get out." You say flatly, unable to deal with his shit for much longer.

"That's not how you speak to guests, did nobody teach you manners?" He teases smiling at you enjoying your annoyed state.

"An unwanted guest mind you."

"Still a guest."

A moment passes, the tension becoming thick and unbearable, your voice catching in your throat as you look at him.

You're not blind, or stupid he's hot, he knows it which makes him even more annoying.

The silence breaks with your voice, slightly uneven from your heavy breathing. "I hate you."

"Feelings mutual." He says simply before making one long step towards you, hands gripping onto your face, capturing your lips in a heated messy kiss, pushing you back onto your bed, groaning into the kiss.

Unfortunately you can't blame alcohol on this one.

Or the time after that at Yeonjun's party.

Orrrr the time when Haeun asked you to pick up some notes for her.

You stopped counting after the 'accidental' run in at the bar.

It's not like you seek him out. That's always been the problem.

He's just always there.

You haven't defined anything with Beomgyu — you don't need to, or want to. He's there when he shouldn't be, there when you need him to be annoyingly enough.

He's always had the uncanny ability to be there when you're already at your wits end, Now instead of making your life a living hell.

He makes your life a living hell then fucks you after.

It's nearing the start of term, everyone's prepping for the dread of exams and assignments, enjoying he last free week before everything starts up again. The campus filled with rowdy college students partying like usual — with a purpose this time though.

Not that Heeseung needs a reason to throw a party, the guy celebrated his professor being absent by throwing a party saying it's what he would have wanted? you don't really question him.

It's nice though — his place, perks of going to a fancy college is most of them are rich, well the parents are anyways.

The party majority outside, a pool party after all — a rare party in the daytime, the disadvantage is seeing all the drunk college kids in daylight, seeing unsightly things you wouldn't usually.

Of course he's here, he's best friends with Heeseung — also seeming to have a slight tendency to go to every party happening but hey.

You don't talk still.

Well — you talk, not nicely, despite sleeping with each other now you still bicker and argue constantly, it usually just ends in him fucking you.

You're inside in the kitchen, not particularly in the mood to day drink — dragged here by your friends against your will.

You hear the foot steps coming into the kitchen, paying no real attention, more focused on whatever was happening in the group chat. That was until you hear an obnoxiously fake cough you recognise. Looking up and seeing Beomgyu, your mood immediately souring, clicking your phone off.

"Seriously." Your tone flat, annoyed simply by his presence.

"Fancy seeing you here." Beomgyu's voice the opposite of yours, a grin plastered on his face.

"You knew I was coming." Folding your arms over yourself, trying not to focus on him — because of course he's in just swim trunks, it's a pool party, you can still be annoyed though.

"Mhm, you knew I was too though so don't act so sour." He steps slowly closer to you, his eyes dragging over your frame, his eyes lingering on your chest before meeting your eyes again.

"Was hoping the universe was on my side considering the house is big enough to count as three apartments." You don't miss his eyes lingering on you unapologetically, your breath hitching slightly.

"Ill find you in every universe." His attempt to flirt only pissing you off, which he knew — it's why he does it.

"You're annoying." You hum, feigning disinterest, heat rising through your body — unable to ignore the way he's looking at you like he knows where this is heading.

"You say that every time." Beomgyu's words coming out nearly in a singing voice, his fingers faintly running up your side, sending shivers down your side.

You can feel his breath faint against your neck — knowing your should pull away — you never do though.

"Still doesn't seem to register to you though." Your voice a careful whisper, acutely aware of your surroundings.

"Kinda hard to considering whenever you say it you stick around anyways ." His voice matching yours, only his is heavier and lower.

"I hate you." Your voice sharp, the harsh words only fuelling him even more. Beomgyu's hands trailing down your waist, holding onto your hip, feeling his lips brush against your neck.

"Keep saying that and ill start to believe you." His voice barely audible, muffled from your skin, only pressing faint kisses against your neck.

"Beomgyu." You say as a warning, your voice not nearly as strong as you'd like it to be.

"They are all busy outback, well be quick.." His voice mixed with his lips pressing right into the sensitive part of your neck not helping you at all. "Well — we might be, depends if you'll behave or not." He teases, feeling him smile against your warm skin.

"Fuck you." Is all you manage to say, your voice cracking, your chest rising unevenly, the only thing stopping you from buckling down is his hold on your hips.

"Only if you ask nicely." He coos against your skin, his breath hitting the wet skin of your neck from his kisses.

Before you can even quip back at him he's pulling you down the hall, closing the bathroom door behind you, immediately his lips crash onto yours, his tongue pushing past your lips, trying to claim every part of you.

Moaning into the kiss, your hands holding onto any part of him you can reach, fingers lacing into his long hair tugging on the soft strands.

Your hold on his hair elicits a moan, only then does the kiss break — Beomgyu not straying far, his nose nudging against yours as you both catch your breath.

Beomgyu's eyes are trained on you, admiring how you're giving in so easy for him already. His grip tightening on your hips.

Pushing you against the bathroom counter, his hold on your hips helping you sit on the counter, absentmindedly playing with his hair — forcing yourself to focus, your eyes trailing over his features — noticing his long lashes, the slope of his nose, his stupidly perfect eyes.

Quickly silencing your own thoughts you pull him against you, your lips colliding, his tongue tracing your lip before pushing into your mouth — fighting for the upper hand.

Neither of you stepping down, tugging on his hair only fuelling him further. Beomgyu's hand snaking up your body, groping one of your tits over your shirt a moan escaping from you unwillingly, using that he nips on your bottom lip.

The kiss is heated and messy, no real sense or rhythm, only the tension you have bubbling over like this is the only output you have.

When he pulls back he doesn't stray far, latching onto your neck, kissing around your skin leaving sloppy wet kisses all over. He settles on the specific spot he may as well have memorised, sucking hard, knowing deep purple bruises will form later on.

Your breathe hitches from the tingling sensation, your grip on his hair loosening only for you to cup his neck for support, feeling your body get simultaneously lighter from his touch but also every mark weighing you down.

"If you leave a mark I swear to god —" Your voice trying to have some bite, quickly failing when Beomgyu nips at your skin, pulling a barely audible whimper from you.

"Or what? You'll stop me — we both know that's not happening anytime soon, angel." You can feel the bastard smile against your shoulder, pressing a final kiss against the already forming bruise before his hands make their way up your shirt, squeezing your tits through your bra.

"You talk all this shit — but when it comes down to it you're all talk, kinda pathetic really." His voice lower and breathy.

Continuing on his hands leave your chest, one slipping under the hem of your shorts straight into your panties, cupping your bare heat.

Only momentarily removing himself to push your shorts off, leaving your panties on, pushing them to the side.

Your forehead falls against his shoulder, trying to mask your embarrassment, failing miserably and only encouraging him.

"See, shes begging for me.. can feel you clenching 'round nothing — shit look at her.." His words not aimed at you, talking straight to your pussy — his words alone forcing a strained whine to escape your lips, your hands gripping onto his shirt, trying to rut your hips to meet his touch, so close but Beomgyu's purposefully putting no pressure on your cunt.

His free hand snakes up to your neck, around to hold you by the back of your neck, fingers softly tracing your skin before pulling you back out of his neck, forcing you to look at him.

The sudden pressure on your neck makes you moan, his fingers pushing down on the sides of your neck forcing you to look at him.

"If you react like this for someone you 'hate' id love to see how you are for someone you like, god — you're such a slut, would let anyone do this to you wouldn't you." His words mean, putting emphasis on hate, as if the word is funny to him, His hand cupping your pussy move slightly, finger slightly nudging your clit, a soft desperate sound escaping you only to fuel him.

"Nah — wouldn't let anyone else touch you like this, only for me right — nobody else can get her like this.." His nose brushing yours, feeling his breath brush against your lips he's that close.

"Eat — ah! shit.." Your voice cracking with your words, cursing yourself internally, Beomgyu lets out a faux mocking sad sound with a grin.

Beomgyu's looking at you at you with his eyes dark, trained on every reaction you make, storing it away for later.

He doesn't say anything right away, letting out an overly dramatic sigh, his thumb brushing over your clit putting sudden pressure on it making you whine, desperate for more.

"What was that — say it again, didn't quite hear you.." His voice quiet, mocking — his lips turned into a smile.

Trying to regain your composure you take a shaky breath, all your senses overwhelmingly taken over by him.

"I said eat sh —" Before you can even finish your sentence his fingers are circling over your soaked hole. Immediately every part of your brain fails you, only focused on his fingers, trying to grind your hips up to push them in.

"You say that but your beggin' for me, sweetheart." He teases, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

Your breath hitches, your brain clouded, unable to think of anything to respond, your lack of response only droning him on.

"So much prettier when you don't open your mouth yknow that — almost can make you tolerable." His fingers tracing softly over your entrance, not pushing in, just putting enough pressure on you to have you needing more.

Your response is a broken moan, trying to bury yourself into the crook of his shoulder again, his hand holding your neck in place stopping you, forcing you to look at him. "Got nothing to say now, huh — all it takes is a little and you're all sweet f'me yeah?" he coos mockingly at you, throwing you a fake pout before breaking into a grin.

"It's okay, m'gonna take good care of her, yeah? shes dripping all for me.." His fingers finally prodding your entrance, stretching you ever so slightly, making you crave more.

"Not gonna deny her any attention because you're being a bitch, god shes craving me, clenching around barely anything."

You're barely processing his words — the sharp words targeted at you then his sweet words for your pussy sending you spinning.

Beomgyu's fingers push into your heat, sucking in a sharp breath as he feels you soaked around his fingers, his hand that rested on your neck moving to your thigh, holding you in place, pressing wet kisses over your shoulder.

Your desperate pleas echoing across the bathroom, finding it hard to remember your in public — at a pool party and all of your close friends metres from you.

Trying to grind your hips against his hand is a failed effort, his hold on your thigh keeping you firm in place. Beomgyu's fingers start thrusting into you fast — giving you no room to adjust to the sensation.

His body memorised yours at this point, knowing exactly which buttons to press, which angle gets draws out the prettiest moans he's been dreaming of since you last fucked.

He's muttering something you can barely hear — not understanding him at all — all your focus on his fingers hit that intense spot dead on.

Your legs start trembling when his thumb starts rubbing raw, harsh but pleasurable circles on your clit, hearing him groan at your walls clenching around his fingers.

Your brains foggy, so focused on the feeling of him — the way you can feel him curving his fingers to hit every spot better, his nails digging into the plush of your thigh — knowing there is going to be small crescent marks lingering for a bit.

You can feel the familiar feeling form in your gut lingering, making it clear that you're close, Beomgyu knows too — the way your whines are getting needier and your walls fluttering so sweetly around him.

Then he pulls out.

Your impending orgasm fades into an afterthought — your whole body tingling from him, fading into a dull throb between your legs.

"Beomgyu I swear to god —" Immediately he cuts you off with a kiss, silencing any complaints.

"Hold your horses angel, don't get your panties in a twist." He says with a grin, stepping back from you only to unbutton and unzip his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down enough to pull out his half-hard cock.

Your eyes go down to his cock unapologetically , subconsciously clenching your thighs, a smirk twitching on his face when he notices.

"Always wondered if there was a way to shut you up." His eyes stay on you, his fingers wrapping around his cock, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, your hands flying to his broad shoulders trying to stabilise yourself.

Before you can even think of a response he pushes himself into you, giving you no time to adjust, the room filling with both of your panting, your whines shifting to whimpers at the sudden pressure.

"Who knew all it would take was you being a little slut." He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your nails digging into his shoulders, only making him groan from the pain.

Giving you no time to adjust to the heavy feeling in you he pulls out of you, pushing back into you with one mean thrust.

His pace is fast, your walls sucking him in with ease, his tip prodding the spongy spot on your walls with no trouble.

Your moans only growing louder as he thrusts in and out of you, the sound of your skin slapping and the squelch of your hips meeting and your wetness pooling at the base of his cock. One of his hands move to your mouth covering it, trying and failing to muffle your moans.

"So loud huh, what — want everyone to know who owns this pussy? Let everyone know you're a little attention whore who starts fights with me just sp I can fuck the attitude right out of ya?" He says in between thrusts, his voice breathy, trying his hardest not to moan when you clench hard around him.

Beomgyu's thrusts grow sloppy, a sign he's getting caught up in his own pleasure. He may be an asshole but he's not cruel, at least when it comes to sex.

His hand snakes down between you too, using your slick to circle your neglected achy clit. As he removes his hand from your mouth, you immediately catch his lips in yours, your hands cupping his jaw — moaning into his mouth as he fucks into you.

Using one of his hands to hike your leg up higher, hitting a deeper angle immediately, pulling desperate whines from you.

The duel sensation of his attack on your throbbing bud, his hips crashing against yours in mean deep thrusts — you can feel your orgasm brewing.

"Taking me so well, baby — this pussy was made for me." The unexpected praise only pushes you over the edge — your orgasm ripping through you hard.

"That's it, come for me sweetheart — knew you had it in you." His thrusts growing even more sloppy and uncoordinated, the feeling of your walls sucking him in deeper from your orgasm — the warm feeling you overtaking him — pushing him to his own orgasm shortly after yours.

Fucking you through both your orgasms he doesn't stop — his fingers growing slower as he draws out your orgasm, making sure to not overstimulate you.

Your moans slowing down as your orgasm washes over you, riding it out, both of you breathing heavily, the room smelling of sex and chlorine.

His movements on your bud only stopping when he snaps back into reality, you wincing slightly from the unintentional overstimulation.

Resting your head on his shoulder as you catch your breath — his unintentionally hard grip hold on your thigh loosening, his fingers rubbing on the red skin.

After a moment of you both gathering yourself, your voice scratchy. "I hate you." Lacking any serious bite, from your voice breathy and throat sore.

He only hums in acknowledgement, his fingers catching your chin forcing you to look at him, a usually uncharacteristic look of concern on his face only reserved for after sex.

"You good." Beomgyu silently hopes the slight concern doesn't show in his tone, if you notice you don't say anything, still trying to think clearly after your intense orgasm.

Not responding verbally, only with a nod, the look dissipates, a cocky smirk replacing it, somehow lighter.

"Not talkative?" He teases, unable to take your annoyed look seriously.

"Shut up."

Both of you seemingly realising he's inside you, feeling his cock soften inside you.

Beomgyu slowly pulls out, making you both wince slightly from the cold air hitting you. Before you can process his fingers dip down between you pushing his cum inside you making you moan suddenly.

When he's satisfied he pulls your panties back into place, enjoying the small wet patch forming from his cum trying to slip out.

"Beomgyu get me tissues we are not doing this." You say with a deadpanned look, the party having hours left and you are not walking around like this. "I already have fucking marks all over me."

"Nobody knows they were from me though." He hums, smiling at your annoyed state.

"Beomgyu." You say as a warning, watching him pull up his pants tucking himself back into his boxers. Looking just as dishevelled as you probably.

"Haeun's probably looking for you, don't wanna keep her waiting do you?" He says heading for the door, giving you a once over. Before you can retaliate he's out the door leaving you alone with your own thoughts.

Hopping off the counter, turning around you look at yourself in the mirror, hair that was perfect before now messy, your make up smudged and lip gloss long gone.

Faint purple marks forming under your shirt, just barely hidden. Silently cursing Beomgyu, and probably cursing him out later for no apparent reason to everyone else but you two.

Your whole body buzzing from your orgasm, and just him in general, trying to get a hold of yourself, fixing everything to try and make it look like you didn't just get fucked on a bathroom counter.

Just as you take a deep breath there is a knock on the door followed by a familiar voice.

"Hey — are you in there, ive been looking for you!" You can hear Haeun's muffled voice from behind the door startling you, giving yourself one last moment.

"Yeah — ill be right out." Haeun seemingly satisfied with that answer wanders off to join the rest of the party, leaving the bathroom you look around, making your way outside to everyone else, your eyes immediately locking on Beomgyu — whos acting like he didn't just ruin you in one of your friends bathroom, you see him glance in your direction, hiding a smirk by taking a drink.

Exams are killing you, metaphorically and literally.

Surviving off TV dinners and a prayer.

Now you're smart, you know that but this is hell — starting off the semester sick and missing a bunch of classes, playing an endless game of catch up, ontop of your other classes.

On top of that Haeun as a roommate is like having excitement reincarnated as a roommate. Constantly coming in to talk, then helping her with her homework and forgetting what you were doing entirely.

Haeun's at her parents over the long weekend, begrudgingly leaving you alone — begging you to come with her.

Unfortunately — or fortunately for you; you couldn't go, your academics crying and in desperate attention.

With Haeun gone you actually are making good work, enjoying the alone time you desperately needed.

You've been at it for hours, energy drinks and water bottles piled up next to your textbooks, everything scattered around your desk, overlapping each other. Trying to cram as much information into your head on all different topics you probably wont even need for your exams.

So you don't particularly notice when you hear movement in the living room — assuming it's your cat being mischievous and or just the hallway traffic outside the apartment.

That's until you feel a hand on your shoulder you jump out of your seat nearly, feeling your soul leave your body, instantly hearing the wheezing laugh of Beomgyu, turning your chair around to see him laughing, nearly keeling over in amusement.

"What the fuck is wrong with you." Your heart may as well dropped to your stomach, beating hard in your chest.

Beomgyu only stifles his laughs for a second before you hit him with your textbook, making him wince and hold his arm, a stupid grin still plastered on his face.

Holding back a small laugh of your own, taking a deep breathe before you look at him, feigning annoyance. "What are you doing here."

The question snaps Beomgyu out of his fit of amusement, looking at you, his eyes trailing over you. "Haeun's at our parents." He states, obviously you know that but not sure why it means he can come over.

"So you decide to break in and harass me?" You raise a brow, crossing your arms, noticing the small pause before he starts speaking, still grinning, but it shifting slightly.

"Not breaking in, if I have a key and also not harassment." He hums, slowly walking back over to you, crossing the small space in a few steps, entering your personal space.

"It's what id call it — and why do you even have a key." You mumble putting the text book back on your desk with a sigh, stretching over your head, the hours sitting down finally catching up to you.

Without warning Beomgyu spins your chair back around to face him, hovering over you, his face inches from yours.

slightly startled from the sudden act you let out a startled sound, bordering on a whine, that only drones him on.

"Missed you." His voice a low whisper, his nose nearly bumping yours.

"You missed sex — and annoying me." You try to deflect, purposefully ignoring the tightening feeling in your chest you definitely don't want to address.

Beomgyu pauses for a second, almost to think for a second, barely acknowledging your snippy remark. "Same thing."

His head dips, his lips brushing over your neck, pressing a faint kiss onto your warm skin before you groan slightly, making him pull back.

A small look of concern, mainly confusion washes over his face, shifting his mood instantly.

"You good?" He questions, the surprising lack of any humour catching you slightly off guard.

"I have to study." Your voice strained, apparent you're exhausted. Slowly he pulls back, raising a brow, his grin softening slightly, still slightly amused.

"You — need to study? Little miss honour roll?" His words teasing, laced with worry still but not as apparent.

"Fuck off, I'm way behind." Your words dragging, closing your eyes, in hopes it will magically cure the headache that's been a dull throb in your head all day.

Honestly you don't know why you're sharing this — the vulnerability, assuming he's going to make some sarcastic remark and leave.

For a moment he doesnt move or say anything, giving a small hum before pulling back. You assume he's finally gonna leave you alone.

Instead he fucking flops back onto your bed.

"What are you doing?" You say slightly exasperated, not a clue what is going on his head — you already said not today so you don't know why he's sticking around.

"Laying down." He shrugs, adjusting to be against your pillows, rustling in your bedside table for a book, pulling out a random one and flipping through the pages, uninterested.

"Why?" You take a breathe, your brows furrowed slightly, still amused — now fully distracted from your studies.

"Your bed is comfortable." He says flatly, his arms crossing above his head, eyes looking over you.

"You've been on it before." Unable to not notice the way he instantly relaxes into your space, as if he belongs there.

"Well — I'm not usually thinking of the mattress when I'm on it." A smirk plays on his lips, memories flooding through your head at the suggestive comment, making you throw a near by bottle at him, which he catches, throwing it onto the ground laughing at your reaction.

"Get out." Nearly at your wits end, a small part of you cant help but be content with this but you quickly silence that thought.

"I'm comfortable." He retorts quickly, the banter surprisingly light-hearted, you've made no real effort to kick him out yet, and he knows that.

"What if Haeun comes back early."

"Unlikely, and you know that."

After a moment passes you let out a groan, spinning your chair back around to your desk, resuming resuming to the best of your abilities to study, not that Beomgyu will let you get much done, also knowing he isn't leaving anytime soon.

Today was going great, well as great as it can go when you have an 8 am lecture. Haeun's classes aren't till the end of the day so you face the annoyance of campus alone.

Well not alone, catching a few of your friends hanging around a lecture hall you quickly join the conversation. As every parts ways, leaving campus or heading to class you continue with Jeongin — a friend of a friend you've met a few times, having a few classes together.

The conversations easy, not trying to force a laugh or pretend to be interested in whatever he's saying because you're actually interested — sharing the same major and interests for the most part.

What you don't notice is Beomgyu — who was originally deep in his own conversation with his friends, his focus shifting when you catch his eye as you walk past him, completely oblivious to him.

Beomgyu completely losing interest in his own conversation, his thoughts never straying from you. Who was that guy? Why are you smiling and laughing so hard — he cant be as funny as him. Not that you'd consciously laugh at Beomgyu's jokes anyways.

Unable to control himself any longer he's making long strides over to where your standing, immersed in conversation.

"Hey there." His tone laced with faux happiness a tight grin on his face, slinging a 'friendly' arm around your shoulders, unconsciously pulling you closer to him and further from Jeongin.

You can feel him on you before you can hear him, his cologne immediately clocking you, recognising the scent too quickly. Annoyance immediately taking over anything you were feeling before, your smile dropping.

Before you can even speak Beomgyu's arms leaving your shoulders, draping himself across your waist, his fingers grazing your hip, sending shivers down your spine.

Jeongin quickly noticing the vibe shift lets out a strained laugh, giving you a quick nod. "Ill see you around, ill see you in class Monday?"

Not fully trusting your voice you just nod apologetically at him. When he's out of range you push Beomgyu off you, looking at his pleased grin.

Looking around before you grab his wrist, pulling him to the nearest building, ending up in a staircase you drag him in, hitting his shoulder.

"What the hell — was that." You say in a whisper yell, quickly looking around to make sure nobody is around.

'What, I'm just looking out for you." He shrugs as if what he did was normal, his expression showing no remorse.

"Oh and you know whats best for me — really?" You let out a dry laugh crossing your arms, shaking your head in disbelief.

Beomgyu doesn't respond right away, stepping closer to you — invading your personal space, his voice dropping an octave, a smile replacing his look of indifference from earlier. "I know the best way to keep you in your place, angel. Might I remind you of last week — or even last night, begging for me —"

"Fuck you." You cut him off instantly, your breathing going uneven from him being so close — knowing exactly which buttons to push.

"Already done that before, baby." He moves even closer, his breath fanning your neck, still not touching you.

The hallway growing heavy with tension, both of your breathing audible — Beomgyu's lack of touch giving you an out if you want it — and you really don't.

"Heres what you're gonna do —"

"Oh yeah, really?" You scoff in disbelief, letting out a dry laugh, heat radiating from him — his calm demeanour sending you spiralling.

"Yeah — 'cause we both know behind this act — because it is an act.." His voice trails off, his fingers reaching up, barely grazing over your jaw. "You cant resist me." He says confidently, his eyes locking on yours briefly before looking over your features.

"You're gonna go to our spot in 10 minutes, and if you're late you're seriously gonna reconsider talking to that guy on Monday." His voice almost venomous when mentioning Jeongin. His fingers leave your jaw, leaving a faint tingle where the lingered, meeting his eyes once again, holding them for a moment — his eyes dark, filled with something you haven't seen before. Jealousy, you don't really want to unpack yet.. or ever.

Barely processing his words before he's out the door — the large entry doors swinging from the wind, leaving you alone in your own thoughts.

The walk alone to 'your spot' was already 6 minutes away, Beomgyu so adequately called it 'your spot' when it's not really your spot — just the most secluded spot in campus nobody has really found, perfect for whenever this — whatever you and Beomgyu are happens.

The walk was painfully slow, drawing it our purposefully to annoy Beomgyu — who has always been the impatient type.

When you arrived you checked your phone, 11 minutes. trying to bite back a small laugh you enter the small room — an empty storage room on no campus maps.

Looking around as you enter trying to scope out Beomgyu — immediately he grabs your hand, pushing you against the wall, his face only centimetres from yours. Feeling his own chest against yours as you try catching your breath from the shock.

"A minute, seriously?" He lets out a dark hum, his hold on your wrist tightening, not enough to be painful — just enough to keep you in place.

"My bad, was enjoying the scenery." You say, your voiced laced with fake sympathy. Your eyes locked on his.

"Cant even follow a simple instruction — god you're useless." He spits out, his other hand roaming over your body, dipping in your jeans.

Your breath hitches, a small pathetic whine leaving your lips involuntarily. Glancing down at his hand. Swallowing the lump in your throat.

"I swear — everything leaves that cute head of yours as soon as I'm around — cant think about anything but how good I make you feel right?" Beomgyu's hand leaves your wrist, unzipping your hoodie, which he immediately recognises as his own — only leading him on.

"Flirting with a random guy in my hoodie? — what would everyone think when they find out you pretend to hate me but act like a little slut the second we're alone."

His fingers leaving your jeans with a whine from you, unzipping the hoodie and letting it fall on the ground — leaving you in only your undershirt.

"God, you're insufferable you know that —" He cuts you off by fucking biting your shoulder. A sound teetering on a wince and moan escaping your throat. Beomgyu quickly soothing the skin with a kiss, resting his forehead on you.

"You talk all this talk but still come back to me — so really how much do you 'hate me' truly." Almost hearing his smile, his voice edging on a laugh only serving to piss you off.

Beomgyu's hands running over your body, settling on your hips, skimming over your waistband, teasing you.

"Beomgyu stop teasing." You try and fail to force your voice to have any sharpness, the words coming out nearly as a whine.

"Say please.." Beomgyu mumbles into your shoulder, pressing wet open mouthed kisses along your collarbone, leaning your head back against the wall instinctively to give him better access causing him to smile against you.

Not responding at all only causes him to sigh dramatically against you — his smile never fading. "Say please and ill give you everything you want baby, just one word."

"Fuck off." Your voice lacking any bite and confidence, Beomgyu pulls away from your skin, admiring briefly the wet marks adorn on you.

Suddenly you feel the pressure of his hand against your throat, pressing down on the sides just enough to make your heart skip, looking at you like prey — his leg slipping in between your legs, pressing against your heat pulling a desperate moan from you.

"Say please and ill be nice."

"You're never nice."

"I am to people who don't act like brats." Beomgyu's eyes trail over you, admiring you unravelling under him.

You mumble it, barely audible but enough to make his grin widen, pressing down on your throat again making you whine. "What was that, didn't quite hear you angel." His voice just above a whisper.

"Please."

"See, was that so hard, pretty girl." His hand leaves your throat — the sensation quickly being replaced by his lips, both his hands wandering over your body greedily.

You know you should probably stop — but you seriously cant.

It's like an itch that you know you shouldn't scratch a sore, you know if you keep scratching it, it'll get infected but it feels so good when you do.

You know you definitely shouldn't keep sleeping with him — he pisses you off, makes your life hell, he's your best friends brother.

You still keep ending up in his bed.

Or him in yours.

Which is exactly what happened, the sore got infected.

Well — You got caught.

Nearly.

Got off by the skin of your teeth.

It's winter, it's also one of your rare free days off from work and college. No assignments due, no homework just nothing.

Which honestly you're not complaining about, slightly glad you have no impending assignments to stress about.

Both you and Haeun are relaxing in your room - the only one with heating that works moderately well.

You're on your bed scrolling on your phone, paying no attention to whatever Haeun is doing, hearing her shuffling through your room.

You're best friends, ride or dies — having nothing to hide, in your room at least.

Well that you know of.

"Whats this?" Haeun's voice pulls you from your phone, glancing over at her by your closet. Unable to see what shes holding you lean forward a bit. When you see what shes holding all blood rushes from your face.

A hoodie, simple! But Haeun knows your wardrobe, this is not your hoodie and she knows that.

The simple black hoodie which could belong to anyone? Your laundry must have been mixed up, right? You can use that excuse —

"Weird, Gyu has one just like this, same brand and everything, and rip too —" Haeun trails on, immediately you cough, bringing her attention to you.

"It's apart of the design I think — must've gotten mixed up with someone from the laundromat" You shrug feigning innocence. Haeun looks at you for a moment longer than needed, not fully buying it but not pushing.

"I guess." She hums slightly, laying it on the back of your chair, flopping next to you on the bed, you hope she cant hear or sense your heart racing and your blood pressure rising with every second.

"So, any reason for the snooping?" You try shifting the topic, Haeun unaware smiles immediately.

"Siyun asked me on a date, tonight." She lets out a dramatic sigh, you cant help but smile at her excitement. "Said he wanted to be spontaneous, and that it's worth the surprise."

You hum in acknowledgement, letting her continue her rant, in your head you're just glad she believed you, then it hits.

The guilt.

The guilt of lying to your best friend, doing this behind her back and shes oblivious, knowing that both of you are the most important people in her life and you're both lying to her.

Moving through the apartment in a haze, following Haeun around as she talks and gets ready for her date, saying what you need to say, talking enough to not have her questioning where your head is.

Because if she did ask if something was wrong, you're not sure if you could lie any longer.

As she heads out for her date you're left with your thoughts, which is never good.

Because what would she think?

If she found out you were sleeping with her brother from finding his clothes in your closet — which how the hell did it get there.

God you don't wanna imagine her face — the pain, the lies.

The only reason she didn't question further was because she trusted you, and him. Because if she did question further — if she looked any closer to the hoodie, she'd see not only the 'designed rip' — she'd see the exact same stain from chem lab, his stupid doodles on the tag — and that you definitely couldn't blame on a stylistic choice.

Before you can think you're grabbing the hoodie that was plaguing your thoughts and you're out the door — not really thinking about it.

Well you know where you're going.

You know the way without even needing directions — you have the route memorised from late night walks to his, or him walking you back to yours even when you didn't ask.

You don't text him you're on your way or that you're going over; because you know he'll reply with some stupid and flirty joke which you definitely don't need right now.

It's only a ten minute walk, you wish it was longer — not nearly enough time to actually think about what you're going to say. Stopping yourself involuntarily at his door — you know his roommates not home — why do you know his roommates schedule, because he doesn't shut up so you're forced to listen to him.

No other reason.

You don't have a plan, the ten minutes feeling like three, fuck what were you going to say — what was he going to say.

You cant even knock before the door swings open, of course as you expected he answer — he's the only one home what did you expect — fuck why are you doing this.

What you didn't expect was him to answer looking like heaven or hell depending on how you look at it reincarnated, pants hung low on his hips, his boxers peaking through, the small happy trail visible, peaking out from them. Shirt slightly askew from whatever he was doing before — not bothering to adjust.

Trying to gather your thoughts you're just standing there in his doorway, basically gawking at him. His expression smug, amused at your clearly dishevelled state.

The next thing you process is his touch — his fingers lingering on your arm, pulling you inside. Tumbling inside you immediately recover from your daze, shoving the hoodie into his chest, letting it fall to his feet.

"What the hell is this." Your voice teetering between a yell and a whisper.

Beomgyu simply looks at you with amusement, looking you up and down a smug smile on his lips. "A hoodie, cmon angel, you're not that stupid."

"No I mean what is it doing in my closet." You spit out, feeling your blood pressure rise from him just existing.

"I put it there." He says like it's the simplest thing in the world, with the audacity to just shrug it off.

"No shit — I mean why, Beomgyu." Your voice raising, your anger growing into confusion. Your brain going a thousand miles a minute trying to figure out why he put it there so recklessly.

His eyes leave yours for a split second, his expression changing briefly before looking back at you. "In case you got cold or something."

His words linger in the air for a moment — processing what he said, what his words meant.

Turning around from him, groaning in annoyance your hands running over your face.

"Are you seri — Haeun nearly caught us." You say through your teeth, your palms digging into your eyes, taking a breath before turning to face him, trying to convey the seriousness of the situation.

Beomgyu freezes momentarily, taking in your state, his lips turning up in a small smirk, enjoying your frazzled state.

Letting you continue your spiel, his eyes following you as you pace across the room.

"The only reason she didn't is because she trusts me — us, so when I say it was some random persons laundry getting mixed up with mine she believed me — because why on earth would I ever lie to her." Your voice trailing off from anger to guilt, your fingers twirling the necklace dangling from your neck — ironically the matching one you have with Haeun.

"You're overreacting." He says calmly, in hopes to try and soothe whatever your feeling — his words only making it worse.

You scoff in disbelief taking a deep breath looking at him. "No — no! If anything I am under reacting right now — fuck I knew this was a stupid idea, we cant keep doing this."

Beomgyu stills for a moment, his feelings unreadable — confusion, maybe slight annoyance — hurt maybe?

"Because of a hoodie? If she questions further just say — I don't know, I left it at your place and you just sorted it with your —"

"Oh my fucking god, Beomgyu — not because of a hoodie! Because we are basically betraying Haeun!" Your sharp words cutting him off quickly, breaking off at the end, exasperated and exhausted, from everything — the hiding, the guilt — the unknown of what the fuck you are, both of you too stubborn or scared to ask.

You know in the grand scheme of it, you're overreacting but you cant help it — the months of guilt, unspoken feelings bubbling over.

The sharp contrast of before — when the neighbours could most definitely hear you arguing and now — an eerie quiet, both of you just — there.

"We need to end this."

"No."

"You cant just say no —"

"I am, I have a say in this."

"Beomgyu why are you fucking fighting this! — All we do is fight then have sex, it's unhealthy and —"

"You're only ending it because you're scared." His voice is steady, his arms crossed as he leans on the back of the couch, watching you unravel.

"God — you're so arrogant, I'm thinking of Haeun — and I swear to god if you keep interrupting me." You pace around in front of him, basically vibrating at this point, your skin warm, your hands flailing around as you talk.

"You're always thinking of Haeun, Y/n." His eyes follow you around, remaining calm, an unusual lack of any smart ass remarks.

The mention of Haeun makes you stiffen in your spot, your eyes locking on his.

"Fuck you."

You spit out almost like venom, your breathing growing uneven from getting worked up.

"Isn't that what you're trying to avoid?" He hums, a small cocky smile growing on his lips.

You let out a dry, humourless laugh, unintentionally moving closer to him, your fingers running over your face trying to calm down. "We are not doing this! God you're so —"

"What? Self absorbed, egotistical, arrogant? Try me, you've called me everything under the sun, angel." He tilts his head towards you, breaching your personal space, you make no real effort to move.

"I hate you."

"Every time you say that it gets less and less believable." He quips back instantly, his voice dropping an octave.

The tension between you growing palpable, laying it all on the table and still so much left unsaid.

Beomgyu takes a moment before moving even closer, feeling the warmth radiating off you.

"You're such a brat."

"Do you honestly think Haeun would care if we were sleeping together?" His voice flat, emphasising the honestly, trying to get you to see his view.

"Yes — what kind of question is that." You stammer, dumbfounded, his question seeming stupid, of course she would care — If you found out your best friend was hiding something like this you'd be pissed.

He doesnt respond instantly, just looking over you — gauging your expression, almost like he's analysing you. "No, you care. You're using Haeun as an excuse to avoid how you actually feel."

You scoff in disbelief shaking your head, a dry laugh escaping your lips. "That's not what this is — and don't act like you know me."

"No? Then what is this then — because I do know you, I know you better than you know yourself half the time."

Everything about this is wrong, You and Beomgyu have always been wrong, everything about him irks you irrevocably, you don't mesh, you don't work — so why doesnt it feel wrong.

Arguably you know that this is stupid — and that yes, you are using Haeun to avoid how you feel but that's just because you don't know how you feel.

Beomgyu is irritable in the same way a headache is — he's arrogant and obnoxious. He's competitive with only you, he's a dick to only you, so why the fuck is he fighting you on this.

You have your own revelations about this — whatever you are, but whats in it for him? Why you — why is he so protective of whatever you are, refusing to end this. Honestly it wouldn't surprise you if he's being hard just to piss you off, but you know that's not the case.

A part of you is desperate just to understand him — You've always prided yourself in being able to read people pretty well but you just cant with him.

When you break the silence it's with a dry laugh, your eyes meeting his, which were already trained on you.

"I'm not doing this."

"No we are, actually." His reply is instant, almost as if he predicted your response.

Your feet move before you can think, instinctively walking away — from him, this conversation, unsure if you even wanna hear what his opinion is because he's incapable of shutting up.

Before you can even make it to the door you feel him on you, his hand clasping around your wrist — not tight enough to hurt but enough to stop your movements.

Your back meeting the wall with a small thud — the space between you small, barely existing. The faint feeling of his breath against your skin, his fingers loosening around your wrist but lingering.

"You cant just walk away because you don't wanna talk about us, you don't get to just run away because your avoiding talking about how you feel."

"I'm walking away because the conversation ended, there is no us to talk about." Your body betraying you, your harsh words having no malice with your voice uneven, unable to even meet his eyes.

"Bullshit, you and I both know that's bullshit." He spits out, his voice low, barely louder than a whisper, if you didn't know better you could almost sense the hurt in his voice.

"Beomgyu." You say, nearly as a warning, for both of you.

"If there is nothing between us why are you so scared of Haeun finding out, if you think for a second what we have is just sex then you're not as smart as I thought."

His words instantly catching you off guard, the sudden vulnerability — the reality of it. What you had was 'just sex'. You don't think about the after, when he lingers, when he asks about your day, when he's always just there when you need him without realising you do.

Seeing it in the moment as an annoyance, because if you thought about the fact he actually makes you smile, and isn't always an arrogant asshole.

"It is just sex — you're acting like we have a normal relationship outside of it we aren't even friends! All you do is fight me on everything." The rational part of your brain trying to get him to see the logic — well your logic.

"Maybe it's just sex because you never even let yourself think it could be more, maybe I fight you on everything because it's the only time you're real." That familiar feeling — the stutter you always ignore, the small feeling whenever you see the other side of him takes over your chest.

He was right — to a point, you never let yourself think about him more than sex — because what then?

In a way you liked the way your relationship was, the way he always was there to fight you on things — to push you, fuck it was annoying but still.

Because you knew he was a good person — you've always known that, maybe that's why you could never hate him in the way you claimed.

Everything is too much — your own thoughts, his words — just him.

You let out a deep ragged breath, bordering on a laugh, unable to even look at him — your mind trying to find anyway to leave — because the bastard is right, you do run away.

Pushing him back enough for you to quickly walk away — again.

Again, Beomgyu is not having it.

His hand grabbing your wrist again, pulling you into him — his lips crashing onto yours. His hands cupping your jaw, not letting you even think about leaving again.

You immediately kiss back — its not soft, its desperate, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip briefly before his tongue slipping into your mouth, claiming every part of you, tilting your head back to deepen the kiss, your fingers moving to lace into his hair, tugging at his hair, almost trying to pull him close enough to fuse into him.

The kiss is heavy — so much unsaid, trying to tell you everything without words, trying to show you how much he needs you.

Beomgyu only nips at your lip before pulling back, earning a pathetic whine from you, a string of spit connecting you, his forehead resting against yours, his fingertips barely on your cheek anymore, like he's trying to treasure you — too precious to touch.

You can barely even comprehend whats happening when you feel him laugh, his whole body shaking as he does, pulling his face from yours. His hand trailing down your cheek to your throat, wrapping around the front, his thumb pushing your chin up so you're forced to meet his eyes.

"Still easy." His voice having a rasp to it, his eyes so familiar — but also filled with something unfamiliar that you can now place — possessiveness.

"Fuck you."

"Only if you ask nicely."

Unable to stop yourself you crash your lips onto his again, desperate for him to just shut up for once.

It's desperate — messy, trying to pour everything between you into this, He's swallowing you whole — every part of you is consumed by him, his soft plush lips against yours — the faint taste of his lip balm, the coffee he was drinking before, everything about him making you dizzy.

Beomgyus hands are on you, his fingers kneading your hips — clumsily leading you to his room, both of you refusing to part from each other. Knocking into furniture — only making you huff into the kiss — a small moan escaping your lips when you feel his teeth nip at your bottom lip — swallowing the sound you make instantly.

The next thing you know is the kiss breaking — Beomgyu pushing you down onto the mattress, the small gasp that escapes only makes him smile above you, quickly kneeling to meet you, his hand cradling your face, tilting it up to meet him. Your lips parting instinctively — wanting him — needy for him.

"All this talk —" His voice gravelly, breaking with need, the deep sound echoing, going straight to your core, a small whine leaving your lips, looking up at him, silently pleading for him to do something — anything.

His lips trail down your jaw, when he gets to that particular spot he knows is sensitive his teeth nip at the skin, his tongue tracing over the mark, sucking hard making sure to leave a mark.

Because that's one thing he knows pisses you off — marks, does he do them anyways, yes.

You cant even bring yourself to fight him on it, every reasonable part of you turned against you.

His lips leave your skin, the sudden cold air hitting your wet skin making you whine, the whine only him smirk, unbelievably cocky that only he has this affect on you.

Beomgyu's eyes wander over you, noticing the small strip of skin exposed from your shirt riding up, the fact you clearly weren't thinking properly when you rushed over here, your legs exposed, the small sleep shirt barely hiding anything.

He's drinking you in — no matter how many times you've slept together he'll never get enough of this — you.

the sight of you; who is usually bratty, always running her mouth, laid out — begging for him, someone who she claims she detests.

God — the amount of times he's considered taping this, just to show you who is actually in charge.

He only snaps out of his trance when he hears your pathetic pleas, grasping at his hand, pulling him back towards you.

Grabbing at your wrist, his thumb presses against your pulse — the feeling of it beating under him only sending him crazy because its you.

Everything about you drives him insane — he can never get enough of you.

"Look at you, huh? I wonder what everyone would think if they knew how pathetic you were. Begging — being all sweet just for me, right?" His voice dripping with sarcasm, His fingers skimming over your torso, over the soft fabric that's leaving little to the imagination.

His eyes are trained on your face, focusing on all the small details, the way your eyebrows crease whenever he calls you one of the pet names you hate, the way your tongue pokes out when your concentrated — the way you get teary eyed whenever he teases you, how you look when his fingers press on your tongue — basically begging him to take all of you.

"Beomgyu.." Your strained voice only making it all worse — how even after everything you still needed him. Getting impatient, your head thrown back while your body arches into his touch.

a voice inside is telling him to hurry up because he needs you just bad, another part of him needs to prolong this — to show you just how much you need him, how much you really want him.

His fingers trace over the exposed skin of your stomach, not missing the way you shiver when his fingers touch you.

Every touch is electric — Your patience wearing thin, he's always had an affect on you — that's what got you here but this was different, he was drawing this out, taking his time messing with your head. His touches feeling different, lingering longer than necessary and on purpose.

Beomgyu's fingers dip under the hem of your shorts — so fucking close to where you need him, you think he's finally about to do something.

then he pulls his hand away. Not only that, pulling off you fully, standing tall over you.

The words die on the tip of your tongue when you see him pull his shirt over his head, throwing it across the room with no goal. Kneeling on the bed hovering over you again, his face close enough where you can feel his uneven breathes against your face.

"Do you have any idea what its like to deal with you." His voice is quiet — broken almost, like he's trying to hold back but cant.

His words instantly catch you off guard, taking a sharp breath, not even able to say anything before he continues.

"You're everywhere — I cant escape you even if I wanted too, and every time we fight — god do you know what it takes for me not to ruin you in that moment." His fingers tighten on your hip, voice dripping with need, you can hear him holding back.

You don't say anything — you cant, his words, bordering on a confession leave you breathless, not trusting your voice even if you tried.

"Always running that mouth but now, you're speechless?" He hums, his eyes focused on your shirt, his fingers bunching up the fabric at your waist, slowly pushing it up further and further.

His fingers graze over you mindlessly, his touch feather like over your side, the soft touch making you shiver. Beomgyus finger gently wrap around your wrist, pulling you up, quickly moving back to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head, letting it land on the ground.

You can feel his eyes on you — Guiding you to lay back onto the mattress, hearing him audibly take a breath, his eyes never leaving you.

His thumb tracing over your chest, over the thin fabric — purposefully ignoring your perked nipples peaking through the thin bra you were wearing.

"Beomgyu." The breathy whine doing nothing to pull him from his gaze, his fingers reaching around to unclasp it, the bra loosening instantly.

Slowly, his fingers pull down the straps, letting it fall onto the space beside you, leaving you exposed. Beomgyu doesnt let you feel insecure to worried, his head leaning over your tits, his breath ghosting over one of your nipples making you gasp.

His tongue poking out, teasing you — licking the top half of your boobs, pressing sloppy kisses everywhere but you need him to.

Finally, his lips wrap around your nipple, teeth grazing over the sensitive bud, sucking hard, his other hand creeping up to your neglected tit, fingers tugging on your nipple, twisting and flicking it between his fingers.

Your hands rush to his hair, arching into his mouth, a string of desperate moans leaving your lips. He only moans when he feels you tug on his locks, his other hand gripping on your hip, stopping you from moving, affectively caging you under him.

His hand leaves your hip, smoothing over the band of your shorts, wasting to time pulling them down, letting you kick them off. His fingers running over your newly exposed skin, making your breath hitch.

With a pop, his lips leave your tit, the skin red and spit soaked — you make the mistake of trying to look down at him — his eyes already trained on you. His pupils blown, cheeks dusted pink, his hair a mess from your fingers running through it. You can feel him everywhere — his touch leaving your skin tingling.

His fingers carefully trace over the plush of your thigh, tapping at your inner thigh, telling you silently to part them — of course you do so instantly.

"Such a good girl — why cant you be like this all the time?" He tsks at the end, biting back a grin, the smugness in his voice pulling an embarrassed whine from you.

Pushing your legs apart further, his fingers circle the exposed skin of your inner thigh — testing you, so close to where you need him. You try pushing your hips up, trying to meet his fingers.

A small chuckle escapes his lips — not that you're focused on that, your brain a one track mind — only thinking of him, his touch.

His middle and ring finger brush over your cunt, his touch barely counting — still it drives you insane.His eyes drift down, looking at your body — desperately arching into his touch.

His fingers sliding down your folds collecting your slick — letting out a strangled sound, before you can think his fingers push inside you.

The sound that escaped was small — somewhere between a gasp and a moan, finally feeling him. His fingers stretching you out, curling deep inside your cunt.

Your moans fill the room, his fingers pumping inside you — hitting that addicting spot every time.

"F-fuck — don't stop.." Your voice breaking midway — Beomgyu's fingers scissoring inside you stretching you out more, his rhythm is mean — giving you no room to breathe.

"So tight — fuck, she takes me so well — shes sucking me in like she doesnt want me to leave." He takes a sharp breath, almost like he's holding back a moan — barely even registering your words, focused on the feeling of your cunt around his fingers — sucking him in, your warm walls taking him so well.

The feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of you — the sudden loss of him only for him to slam his fingers back inside you, curling into that sweet spot that makes you clench around him hard.

His other hand grabs one of your thighs, hooking it over his hip, the sudden change of position only making his fingers push deeper in you.

You cant even do anything but moan, pulling him down to your level, your lips attaching back to his. "Beomgyu — ahh fuck! I'm gonna c-cum pleaseplease! —" Your words barely coherent, so focused on Beomgyu's fingers fucking you, the sound of your wetness echoing through the room.

You can almost taste the sweet release of your orgasm —

The he stills his fingers in aching pussy.

"Beomgyu what the fuck —" Your voice broken and coming out as a whine, the fading pleasure only making you try and chase it again — trying to buck your hips up to meet him, failing desperately.

"You think you deserve this — after being a brat?" His words teetering on a dry laugh, a dark, smug grin is all you see when you open your eyes.

You let out a choked sob — your whole body burning up — desperate for his touch again. "Please, — please." Your greedy — so desperate for that release you'll do anything.

Beomgyu's fingers suddenly start fucking into you — his palm meeting your clit with every thrust, his pace fast and rough.

"Look at her — so needy, just for me — gonna take care of this pussy, shes so sweet for me." Your back arches off the mattress, your walls fluttering around his digits, your clinging onto him — not letting him part from you for a second. Your head falling to his shoulder — sobbing into into him trying to muffle your loud, desperate moans.

The coil in your gut snaps — your orgasm rips through you. Your legs spasming around him, a string of nonsensical moans — his fingers pressing against that gummy spot on your walls relentlessly, fucking you through your orgasm — your release coating his hand, your walls sucking him further into your cunt.

Before you can even process Beomgyu's hands are on you — pulling you down to hover over his face, his hands kneading the plush of your hips, your legs already shaking from your previous orgasm making it impossible to stay stationary over him.

His arms wrap around your thighs pulling your cunt flush against his face, licking a long stripe up your cunt — drinking up your cum.

Falling forward you grab the headboard — trying to stabilise yourself, your brain working overtime, fuzzy from your orgasm and the warm, wet sensation of his mouth drinking up all your cum.

"Beomgyu — too much, shit! — " You gasp, your free hand tangling in his hair, unsure if you're trying to pull him closer or push him away.

Beomgyu's tongue laps up all of your juices — swirling over your oversensitive clit, the wet messy sound of his saliva mixing with your cum.

Already working in overdrive from your previous orgasm your next one crashes over you — Beomgyu's tongue swirling around your entrance licking up all of your cum — moaning low against your pussy making you jolt.

You cant help but grind against his face — using his tongue to ride out your orgasm, and he's letting you. His fingers digging into the skin of your thighs, keeping you right on his face, if you weren't so utterly fucked out you would have worried about his lack of oxygen.

After a moment his hold on you loosens, helping you off, leaning back on the mattress, her head hitting the pillows — the familiar scent of him consuming you.

Beomgyu settles between your legs, hooking your legs over his shoulders, basically bending you in half. His free hand strokes his cock, tapping his tip against your clit, smearing all the wetness over his cock.

"Look at you — fuck shes begging for me, mama." He hisses through his teeth, letting out a guttural groan deep from his chest. His eyes trained on your cunt — clenching around nothing, basically begging for his cock.

With one deep push he's inside you — the position only making him go impossibly deeper, feeling him everywhere in you, his hand smooths over your stomach pressing over the bulge in your stomach from how deep he is in your gut.

"Look at her — sucking me in, takes me so well every fucking time — doesnt she?"

You cant even reply — your eyes lolling shut, unable to keep them open, Beomgyu's cock sliding in out of of your pussy, pushing your legs impossibly closer, needing to be even closer to you somehow.

His cock buried deep inside you, roughly thrusting into you, his hips meeting yours.

Feeling every drag of tip against that gummy spot he's set on, his cock stretching you open — no matter how many times he fucks you dumb, your cunt sucks him like she never wants him to leave.

"Only I can fuck you like this, huh? Look at you — what? Fucked too stupid to even reply?" His lips brushed against your neck, his words coming out ragged and out of breath, almost punctuating every word with a sharp thrust.

The ache of your body being basically folded in half is in the far back of your mind — the pleasure ripping through you is all consuming — everything in your head being turned to mush only echoing one coherent thing — beomgyu.

"All angry at me when all you need is to be taken care off, yeah? Maybe instead of being a bitch just ask nicely and you can get — fuck, what you want." He hisses through his teeth, his pace faltering for a moment, his mocking words making you squeeze his cock tightly, nearly pushing him out.

Through all of the pleasure all you need is him closer — almost like he can sense it he leans down capturing your lips in a needy kiss, one of his hands moving off the mattress to cradle your face.

The kiss was heavy — it was laced with so many unspoken words, almost trying to tell you how he was feeling without speaking, holding onto your face tight, not letting you even try to move away from him, swallowing every sound — every pretty moan you let out.

you only break the kiss when a particular deep thrust knocks the air out of your chest, a small whimper escaping your lips. "Gyu — m'so close please.."

The sound that escapes Beomgyu's throat borders on a whimper — his thrusts growing sloppier, feeling him twitch inside you, taking a sharp breath against your lips, his head resting against yours.

"If you call me that again im not lasting, angel — fuck, squeezing me so tight, need to cum yeah?" He mumbled against your lips, you can practically feel him grinning against you, pulling back only to bury his cock deep into you — squishing your legs further into your chest, only letting him fuck you even deeper.

Fat tears are rolling down your cheeks, your sobs only morphing with your choked moans, the tight coil burning in your gut — so sensitive its too much but you need it — your pussy spasming around his length, your vision going blurry.

His cock heavy in your gut — his thrusts persistent and precise knowing exactly where every button to make you lose your mind is.

"For someone so — fucking sure she hates me, you sure beg for me like a little slut? You think you deserve to cum?" His words pull a desperate, choked sob, feeling his thrusts slow dangerously, feeling your high slowly slip out from under you. eagerly you shake your head in disagreement, his eyes lingering on the wet splotches of tears staining your cheeks.

"Cum for me, angel — that's it, good girl, let everyone know who you belong too, that's it —" his voice coming our raspy, dragging out the praise. With his words your orgasm comes crashing over you — your head throw back against the pillows arching impossibly closer to him — his hips crashing against yours, coming undone around his cock.

"Taking it so well — fuck gonna cum.. Gonna fuck you full, not gonna tell me to stop either, huh? She's begging for more, to fill her up — fuck. His words growing incoherent as his own orgasm comes crashing, the feeling of your walls tightening around his cock, creaming over his length as he fucks you through your orgasm.

Reaching up your fingers card through his hair tugging on the strands, pulling him closer to you, his thrusts not wavering, his own release making him more insatiable. The wet sounds of him fucking his cum into you — mixing with your own release only drones him on.

"She's taking me so well — gonna ruin her, only I get to have you like this, fuck shes dripping, can barely take it all." Your brain is shutting down — the only thing you can feel is him, its almost too much — orgasm after orgasm ripping through you.

After both of your highs calm down his thrusts slow, stopping after you let out a small whine. Slowly pulling back, his hand rubbing at the muscles of your sore legs, pulling out of you, mumbling under his breath. Watching as his cum mixed with yours, trickles out of your fluttering hole.

The room falls quiet, the small sounds of your breathing, the wind and rain from outside barely audible.

Beomgyu's eyes trail over you, taking in your state, focusing on your face — your eyes still shut, recuperating from just before. He leans over, pressing a feather like kiss onto your temple before standing up.

Stretching out, groaning comically loud only making you bite back a small laugh, He pulls up his boxers making his way out of the room, returning moments later with a wet cloth and a bottle of water.

You're staring up at the ceiling, just processing — the night ending in the way it always does for you both, but this time its different. You've both said things — maybe not a lot, or even all of how you felt but its not nothing.

Beomgyu settles between her legs, dragging the damp cloth over her, cleaning up the mess from between her legs.

Looking at him its almost domestic — a surprisingly soft expression on his face, cleaning you up gently, his free hand stationary on your leg, soothing the warm skin.

You only look at him briefly before his eyes meet yours, quickly looking back at the roof. Feeling Beomgyu pull away from you — you nearly felt colder, his warm presence shifting away from you.

Your mind is racing through everything — every thought ending with him, everything you try to distract yourself with somehow always ends in you thinking of Beomgyu in some shape or form.

Coming back to reality with Beomgyu calling out your name repeatedly, resting next to you on the bed. You swallow the lump in your throat giving yourself another moment before turning to him finally.

"I hate lying to her." Your voice small, the sudden shift is noticeable, finally having the conversation you've been avoiding since this started.

"I know." You were surprised when he actually took it seriously — didn't play it off as a joke, a part of you finally feeling like you can understand him.

you continue, "I feel guilty, like im hurting her —" Your short ramble quickly cut off.

"You know she wouldn't care, angel."

"Okay — logically I know that, okay but its one thing if we were serious but we're —" You trail off, breathless, a small weight simultaneously lifted off your shoulders and weighing you down.

Your eyes dart back to the ceiling, everything about this feeling new, undiscovered, raw — real.

He silently brushes some stray pieces of hair from your cheek, before taking a breath. The realisation that this conversation has probably been on his mind too — all your realisations are probably ones he's had.

"I don't think she needs to know what we are yet, and I don't particularly feel like telling her about me sleeping with her best friend."

The implication of yet doesnt brush past you — yet means that, yes he wants to tell her but also because he doesnt really know what you are yet.

"I don't hate you, I never did."

"Then why did you make my life a living hell?"

"Because — it was fun to see you riled up, enthusiastic."

"It was just a game to you?"

"You've never been just anything to me, you've been everything."

His words take all the air out of your chest, rendering you truly speechless. His vulnerable words shocking and you don't know what to say. All of his feelings out in the open — eagerly awaiting your response.

"You were that annoying and obnoxiously loud kid in class who always pissed me off." You say flatly, Beomgyu raising a brow at your sudden and harsh words.

"I pour my heart out to you and you say all that? Geez tell me how you really feel." He says lightheartedly with a small smile trying to lighten the tense mood.

'You were easy to hate." The words falling out of your lips quieter, more timid than you intended, he picked up on that.

"Were?"

"Shut up."

Beomgyu's face lights up with a cheesing grin, poking at your shoulder, amused by your embarrassment.

"No you said were — past tense."

"Oh my god do you shut up —" Your quickly cut off by his lips pressing against yours, his hand cupping your jaw, deepening the kiss. Only pulling breaking when you him gently, resting your hand on his shoulder.

"I was talking." You say unamused, Beomgyu however found his hilarious, only adding to the situation.

"I know."

He leans in to try and kiss you again, only for you to flick him, his dramatic reaction pulling a small smile from you.

"Beomgyu." You say hesitantly, still unsure of what this is — almost sensing it he quickly cuts off any thoughts.

"We don't need to talk about this all at once, as long as we are on the same page."

"And that page is?"

"That you're undeniably, irrecoverably —" Beomgyu's hand rests back ontop her cheek, pressing a kiss to her temple before pulling back, a stupid grin on his face " — obsessed with me."

"You're stupid." You reply instantly, not able to shake the amused smile on your face.

"You've called me way worse."

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IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOUR STEP BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND MESSED YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT SUMMER. And, it has also been two weeks since that same step brother caught your just-got-fucked state after his best friend took your virginity. Between those days, you didn't hear anything from anyone. Not even to Beomgyu, who is the one who managed to bring you home after Soobin left you in that room with him.

Which is weird, considering what he just said after the door opened that day. But it is much weirder that you are still thinking about it until now.

Speaking of Soobin, he has been weirdly distancing himself from you. No more morning banters, or late night messages of “are you up?” before walking towards the nearest 24/7 store. Making you feel like you are at fault for hopping on his best friend's dick when clearly your sex life has nothing to do with him. It baffles you at most. Just like that one moment when your whole family is out for dinner and he asks his father to pass the salt when you are still using it.

You didn't know that he could be this petty. To the point that even your parents interrogate you if you have done something to your step brother for him to act like that. Of course, there is no way you could hand them a proper answer—not when you are also left with dozens of questions why he, out of all people, is ignoring you like he is allergic to your presence.

And of course, Beomgyu. The last thing you heard from him is when you overheard Soobin talking to his dad about the league he is playing on the TV. His father asked if he is playing with his friend who is a chatterbox, for which Soobin replied that he and that friend haven't been talking much these days.

Assuming that he is referring to Beomgyu, it made you more confused and left-out. You want to think that this must be the reason why he hasn't contacted you after that party incident. Because it is uncomfortable for him and Soobin that he is dicking you down when you are his step sibling. But then again, it will all come down to what Soobin had said the moment he saw you and Beomgyu sharing a bed together, with hints of sex clinging in the air.

You couldn't wait for me?

It doesn't make sense. His attitude now compared from the way he treated you before doesn't align and it is driving you nuts. Whatever’s going between you and Beomgyu doesn't help either. Hell, even your girly crush on him puts you in a deep state of doubt.

Was it all a one-time thing to him? Does he go into an after sex clarity after you two got caught by his best friend that happens to be your older step brother? It spirals your mind out of control.

Another problem is, being stuck in one place with Soobin makes you feel like you are in a prison. Your parents even feel like they are walking on eggshells whenever you two are around. So, in order to straighten things out, the best solution that they could think of is going on a family retreat.

Which is why you are now under the morning sunlight, arms crossed in your chest as you watch your step father load all the things and baggage in the trunk. You were the one helping him ever since Soobin was nowhere to be found after he was tasked to buy some chips and soda to serve as snacks in the cabin.

Your mom even asked you to text the guy since you are scheduled to leave an hour from now. For which you did, breaking your no-contact streak with him after two weeks. You could never say no to your mother—that is why this whole fiasco started anyway. Still, it would break her heart if their efforts on reconciling their children go to waste.

06:30 | Aa Soobin

mom is looking for you.

get back home.

don’t ruin this for them.

read.

That was twenty-five minutes ago. And until now, your hell-of-a-kind step brother is still missing in action. Your step father just finished packing up, now starting the car while your mother is still trying to reach Soobin. She just hit another dead end when you saw two familiar figures walking towards your garage.

It was step brother, and beside him is a person that you could loathe from afar—Beomgyu, with a stuffed bag pack hanging on his shoulder.

“Oh Soobin, thank heavens!” Your mom exclaimed, walking towards the two men who took turns in giving her a warm hug. “Sorry I took some time, I wanted to bring Gyu along with us.” He announced, not even giving you a single glance like your opinion about the matter is not important.

“Well, I hope you all don't mind. Soobin said that it is an outdoor retreat,” Beomgyu's deep, raspy voice felt unfamiliar yet eerily satisfying to your ears. It might be hard to admit, but his effects on your body haven't moderated, not even one bit. “You all know that’s my speciality.” He grinned, finding it easy to get along with your parents.

You unconsciously roll your eyes, impatiently tapping your fingers in your arms as you watch them share some giggles and adore Beomgyu's chitchats while you all soak in the sun’s early heatwave. It is obvious that they do not mind, they wholly consider that guy as their second son. Finally remembering her daughter, your mom turned to you, her hands still resting on Beomgyu's shoulder.

“You ready to go, dear?” Your mom gently asked, sweetly smiling as she helped Beomgyu put his bag into the trunk. “Sure,” You sounded too airy, clearing your throat after realizing that your voice got wobbly. “I mean, sure. Let's go.”

Silently repenting for being too affected by his presence, you quickly went to grab the car's handle but Soobin suddenly went to the other side. There he goes again. He was really testing your sanity, and you could tell that it was all on purpose. That man knew how much you loved the window seat. And now, you have to talk to the guy you want to thoroughly ignore just to make sure that you would secure the other side.

Which you failed to do so, not when your mom already gestured to you to make space so Beomgyu could enter. Leaving you stuck in between these two men who really sit like you doesn't exist in their perspective.

“All good to go?” Your step father asked, and Beomgyu gave an exaggerated thumbs up. Squirming at your position, you could not help but subtly glare at the guy on your left.

This retreat will surely not end on a good note.

THE RIDE TO YOUR PARENT’S CABIN WAS SUSPICIOUSLY QUIET. Your mom was napping in the front seat, while your step father was listening to the morning radio as he drove calmly. Soobin, who was sitting on your right, also had his eyes closed. Head closely tipping into your shoulder the moment he dozed off.

The peaceful ambiance inside the car also made you dozy, but you couldn't possibly stay still when Beomgyu's fingers kept on brushing on your thigh. He was on his wired earphones, listening to God knows what with his eyes glued in the scenery outside. Yet, it doesn't change the fact that his fingertips glaze on your skin ever since your mom and Soobin went unconscious, giving you goosebumps every single time.

As much as you want to ignore it, your eyes flew in shock when his warm palm fully rested itself on your flesh. Your head instantly swaying to check if Soobin was awake on your other side before you squint your eyes at Beomgyu. The beat of your heart ran fast, thighs instinctively closing themselves shut as you tried to remove his hand on it. Yet, he remained persistent, even grasping on it tighter.

If you were confused before the ride started, you are now deeply and intently mystified. Because why is he touching you under no permission when he clearly disregarded your overall being for the whole two weeks.

Running out of patience, you gently tugged his earphones to catch his attention. “What are you doing?” Beomgyu faced you with a smirk on his lips, casually removing the earphones he was wearing to solely focus on you. “Yes? You are cold?” Your brows creased at his random response, caught off guard with how tender his voice is.

“What? No—”

“It’s okay, you could borrow my jacket.”

A wrinkle formed in your forehead at his out of context replies, watching him take off his jacket while you are still comprehending his words. You knew he was teasing you, pissing you off even. This is one of the oldest tricks he has that you have learned by watching him from afar.

But the question is why? Why is he doing this when he disappeared in your lives for two weeks after that thing happened in the party? Is he really trying to drive you crazy?

Soon, you found his jacket on your lap, covering your lower body that left you utterly puzzled. Cautiously, you observe your surroundings if anyone has seen your whole interaction with Beomgyu but they are still in their previous positions. With Soobin now leaning too closely to rest his head on your shoulder.

Being in a limited space, you decided that you would just confront Beomgyu later on to avoid any drama before the retreat even starts. However, the man on your left can't really keep his hands on himself. Once again feeling his palm roam into your thigh under his jacket.

For then you realized what those replies meant. He is being a sneaky motherfucker.

“Gyu,” You tried to warn him, minimizing your voice as you knew that your step father can still hear your banters. Your hands also crept under the jacket, trying to unlatch his palm into your flesh but his hold on your thigh was way too firm.

“Stop moving,” His low whisper tingles your nerves, anxiety starting to swarm in your chest as you try to maintain calm. “You don't want them to notice us, right?” He then uttered, fingers slowly creeping up your inner thighs. You were about to move away from him when Soobin's sleeping head finally landed on your shoulder, locking you on that spot.

The position the three of you have in the backseat leaves you in deep contradiction. It is not that you didn't miss Beomgyu's touch, or his presence in total. Because even if you deny it or claim that you despise his sudden self-insert in your retreat, you have missed this—him, so much. But, you are also aware that this is not the appropriate place for his needs. Not when you two could be exposed with one harsh break and you have his best friend sleeping directly on your shoulder.

Still, you tried to remove his tempting touch on your body. But before you could even move, his fingers have already found their way to your covered cunt, turning your mind completely blank. You flinched at the contact, immediately checking Soobin to see if his sleep got disturbed at your sudden action. Your lips are in a thin line, compressing the soft sounds trying to escape you as Beomgyu continues to rub his finger on the soft fabrics of your shorts.

You cannot think straight, mind intently focused on your panties are getting damped with how his fingers played with your pussy. The hands that were trying to stop him were now gripping his wrist, nails digging into his skin for support. Beomgyu smugly turned his eyes back on the window, his index finger swiftly swaying enough fabrics of your shorts alongside your panties just to rub your pussy bare.

A soft gasp left you when you felt his rough fingertips glazed into your wet clit, lips trembling when you felt him toyed with your sticky slick. Your eyes went tightly shut when Beomgyu scattered your essence in your pussy lips, hips gradually rocking to meet his every thrust. It almost made the jacket that is covering your lap to slip out, and to your luck, you were still able to catch its hem.

Beomgyu looked at you in panic, yet it doesn't take long when a cunning smile is plastered on his lips. “Careful,” He mumbled in your ear, a finger now poking your aching hole. “They might finally see how dirty you are, sunshine.” His words added more burning sensation into your core, breathing going unstable at the delicate movement of his fingers around your entrance.

Your mind went hazy when you heard the same nickname he gave you before, pussy clenching into nothing. You tugged your lips hard when you felt one of his fingers enter your walls, back arching within the seat. Clutching his jacket tighter, you tried to fight every urge to let any whine escape your throat. Gritting your teeth, you gave Beomgyu a solemn look as a silent plea—but even yourself is not sure if you want him to move his finger away or to beg him to go faster.

“Shit, Gyu…” You breathlessly whispered, feeling your cunt leaking juices into the leather seat at every jerk of his finger. He just gave you a smirk, his finger wiggling inside your walls that made you abruptly moan. In shock, you coughed loudly as a cover up, sweats now gliding on your forehead.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, you had a short eye contact with your step father before he brought his eyes back on the road. “You good with the temperature, kid?” He casually asked, however small whines kept erupting from your throat, especially now that Beomgyu added another finger inside your aching pussy. “Uhm-hmm!” You gave him a quick nod, gulping when you subtly hear a soft squelch from your wetness.

“Not too cold? How ‘bout you, Beomguy?” The older man fixed his mirror before he gave Beomgyu a brief glance. “Never better, sir!” Beomgyu cheerfully replied, both fingers curling deep inside your walls—leaving you restless on your seat with half of your brain barely remembering that you could wake up your step brother who is sleeping soundly on the other side.

Your hips began to chase his fingers, with one of your palms instinctively flying to cover your face. Forcing your head down, you held onto the jacket harder, chest heaving with Beomgyu’s slow and torturing thrust. You are silently cursing him in your mind, because how can he have a decent conversation with your step father while his fingers are deeply seated in your walls like it is nothing?

“Speaking of cold, we’ll stop over in a bit, we need to buy some ice.”

“It would be my pleasure to help, given that I just invited myself here!”

“That's what I love to hear,” The low chuckles of your step dad filled the car, with Beomgyu laughing with him. You could hardly bear the heavy weight hanging on your abdomen, but there is no way you would cum on the backseat and let your essence fill the room's atmosphere.

You tried to conceal every whine to a short cough, but you suddenly choked when his finger hit that spongy spot in your walls. A loud squeal came from you, loud enough for your step father to hit the breaks and for Beomgyu to panic and retreat his fingers. Soobin suddenly sat straight up as his eyes fluttered open, utterly shocked at your shriek.

“Are you okay?” Beomgyu slurry asked, playing it cool while he discreetly wipes his finger into his handkerchief. You glared at him, sighing as you adjusted your position in the backseat. The uncomfortable mess between your thighs made you wince, internally praying that none of them notice anything.

“Yeah, kid. What was that?” Your step father butted in, turning his head to check the situation. The worst part is, you could feel Soobin’s burning looks at your side. So, you pulled Beomgyu’s jacket on your lap to hide any signs of the indecency you were doing while he was asleep.

“Nothing,” Your tone grew small, still unable to gather your breath, “I hit my toe in mom’s seat.”

The man in front huffed as he laughed at your excuse. You felt sorry for lying to your step father, but there is no better excuse for what really happened. Timidly fixing the hem of your shorts under the jacket before giving Beomgyu a short glance, only to see that he was already watching your every move with a cunning smile on his face.

He is really making it hard for you to forget who he is to you.

FLUSHED CHEEKS, SWOLLEN LIPS, AND AN AWARD-WORTHY SWEATING FACE. That is how you looked in front of the mirror. You just finished cleaning up yourself, even shuddering at the sight of your soiled panties with what Beomgyu did to you. He offered his jacket before you went into the cranked-up bathroom of a gas station, which was indeed helpful to hide the big wet patch in the fabrics of your shorts.

Leaning into the sink, you mindlessly washed your hands, still in the moment of what happened in the backseat. This doesn’t answer why he—they choose to ignore you, if ever, it even made you more puzzled on what the hell is going on in their minds. Soobin is still not talking to you, but you have that gut feeling that he is aware of what happened. Beomgyu and his blabbermouth are the worst combinations of all time.

You took a shallow exhale before you opened the door, only to find the man in your thoughts waiting for you outside. Soobin was leaning on the wall, his attention swiftly going from his phone to your stunned figure. His eyes roamed into your body, scoffing to himself when he noticed you were still wearing Beomgyu’s jacket.

“What took you so long?” His tone is laced with annoyance, catching you off-guard. “Sorry?” You replied, not knowing how to act around him. This is the first time in two weeks that you two have interacted with talking included, of course you cannot just treat him with no indifference.

“They are in the convenience store,” Soobin chirped, lazily walking to your back. He placed his large palms on your shoulder, making you violently flinch from how strange it feels. You heard a soft hum behind you, before your step brother began to exert enough force to make you walk. “I was tasked to fetch you.”

The position you two are in probably look dumb, but you couldn't care less. What your mind focuses on is the fact that Soobin was once again acknowledging you, and actually touching you, too. And, you cannot deny that him controlling your body has altered some thoughts in your mind. More so, his hands on your shoulders brought electrifying feelings on your tensed body. Your heart is at rapid beat, shoving away those luscious ideas about last two weeks ago.

It was just Soobin, for Christ's sake.

Beomgyu was laughing with your parents when you two arrived, hands busy with the ice cooler that they probably bought. They were about to head out of the store, making you realize how much time you spent inside the bathroom. Soobin then stood beside you, getting their attention. Beomgyu’s brows creased when he saw you two standing side to side. Clearing his throat before he made a fake smile.

“So, where should I place this bigass cooler?” He spoke, with his eyes still on you and Soobin. Your mother giggled at his use of words, “That's the thing, the trunk is already full.” Her words were followed by silence, but then, the three of them suddenly turned to you. Clueless about what they are trying to imply, you raised both of your hands to surrender.

Your mother gave you a sweet smile, walking towards you before lowering down your arms. “Honey, you don't mind sitting on your brother's lap, right?” Your cheeks heat up at her question, instantly looking up to Soobin who looks completely unbothered about what is happening.

“Don't worry, we will arrive in thirty minutes,” Your step dad backed up, his arms wrapping around your mom’s waist. “We just need a place for the ice cooler.” He continued, which made you take a second look at the thing Beomgyu was carrying. It is indeed big—even wider than your frame.

“Well,” You tried to form an excuse, not wanting to turn this thing between you three more awkward than it is. “Can, I don't know, Beomgyu? Can Beomgyu sit on his best friend’s lap instead?"

Beomgyu obnoxiously chuckled at your suggestion, turning to your parents to offer his. “Or she can sit on my—”

His suggestion was cutted off when Soobin huffed beside you, scratching his brow in annoyance. “No one will hold the ice cooler during the ride,” He reasoned out, now staring at your embarrassed state like he is studying your reaction. “It won’t hurt a fly, come on.” Your head tilted in pure confusion, jaw dropping on the floor as you watched them head on the car one by one without seeking any further solution.

Your step brother left the door open on his side, waiting for you to enter after he assisted Beomgyu in placing the cooler between them. If you could turn the sighs you made this morning alone to cash, you probably earned enough to book a ticket far away from these two. With a grumpy face, you tentatively entered the vehicle, carefully placing yourself on Soobin's lap.

Goosebumps filled your body when you promptly felt his crotch on the plush of your ass, instinctively adjusting your position to sit on his thighs. You turned to make sure if he is still okay, but Soobin already had his eyes on the road. Then, your gaze catched Beomgyu, who was analyzing your position from head to toe with one arm wrapped around the container beside him. His eyes are dark and unreadable, even rolling back at his best friend before plugging back his earphones.

As much as you hate it, you return your attention to Soobin, “Are you comfortable?” You questioned, holding on the headrest of the seat in-front of you to maintain your balance. He replied with a short nod, his whole attention laid on the view outside. Thus, you were taken aback when his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you close.

“Soobin,” You called his name in shock, frail body melting into his warmth. In a beat, his heavy bulge brushed behind you, making you sit up straight. Truthfully, you are having a hard time squirming above him while he is firmly gripping your body. Soobin hummed as a response, one hand now resting on your thigh.

Your heart heaps abnormally at his small gesture, blinking at him as you continue to fidget on his lap, still unsatisfied with how you are placed between his legs. “Are you really comfortable?” He then shifts his attention to you, deadpanning as if you do not have the rights to question him of some sort. “You gained some weight, but it's alright.” You scoffed at his answer, causing a small tug of smile formed into his lips.

Harsh rebuttal hangs on your lips when the car goes into a hump, making you leap and abruptly drop your whole weight into the man below you. A loud groan came from him, his hold on your flesh getting tighter.

“The hell, dad?” He exclaimed, fixing your position above him to make sure it won't occur again. In this way, you are now perfectly seated on the shape of his length, which made your over-sensitive pussy throb. “Sorry, son. Didn't notice the bump,” The older man said, putting up his sunglasses to get a clear view of the road.

The way you could feel yourself getting riled up by sitting on your step brother's cock shot a straight pang of guilt into your chest. You knew that this must be viewed with no malice—you two are step siblings in the first place. Plus, he was just trying to help the whole family in this situation; nothing more, nothing less.

But still, it is getting impossible for you to just set aside those obscene ideas about Soobin, especially now that he has grown into someone that you could barely recognize. And, no matter how annoying he could be, Beomgyu was right about that day when you were looking for Soobin.

You indeed like your step brother that way.

Maybe that is why you have formed a deep attraction to Beomgyu ever since Soobin introduced him to your family. Because he is the closest available person that resembles what your heart and mind truly yearns for—your step brother.

Falling into deep thought, your body began to move on its own accords. You tugged your lips as you slowly grind your hips on his length, once again praying that no one pays attention to what you were doing. Deep inside of you knew that you shouldn't be doing this, but this might be the last time you could get this close to him.

Soobin shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before you felt his chest leaning on to your back. “Can you stay still?” He sternly whispered in your ear, making your pulse pace rapidly. You glanced at him, heedfully humping on his undeniably huge bulge. His grasp on your waist grew firmer, almost squishing your flesh as you could feel his cock pulsating below you.

“I am not doing anything,” You mumbled, voice barely above whisper to keep the conversation between you. He smirked at your weak defense, his hand on your thigh swiping upwards, separating them by force. “Really?” Your step brother taunts, leaving your whole system to shiver.

The man behind you even rested his chin on your shoulder, bringing his face closer to yours. “I can literally feel how wet you are in my shorts.” He gritted, earning a soft gasp from you as your walls clenched on air. You gave everyone a brief glance before you pressed your ass harder on his bulge.

It is too late to back out now, anyway.

You could feel how his throat grumbles on your shoulder, with his breaths getting heavier. Cautiously, you gave your hips a gentle twist, humping into his thick cock deliciously. Your grip into the seat tightens, lips parted at how his bulge continues to rub your aching pussy.

His hand helped in giving you pleasure, fingers now creeping inside Beomgyu's jacket just to reach your clothed pussy. A light chuckle came from him when he realized how wet your shorts and panties are, smugly looking at you while also checking the other people in the car.

After seeing they are still busy at their own businesses, he leaned in directly to your ear. “Is this what happens when you get ignored for two weeks, hm?” He sneered, one finger now brushing on your panties in up and down motion. “You turn into a slut who's eager for my attention?” The tone of his voice tickles something in your brain, making you mindlessly nod at his words.

Your ears are burning from anxiety while his finger swiftly torture your covered clit, putting you back on the situation you are in almost an hour ago. Him and his best friend—who was still hugging the cooler with his eyes closed—really do think alike. It's no wonder why they flock together.

“Bin—” Soft whimpers came from you when he began to draw small circles on your pussy, head throwing back on his shoulder as the pleasure became unbearable. “Shhh,” Soobin's eyes remained on the surroundings, while his hips also started to rock itself in your back. “Quiet, you do not want to ruin dad's daily radio session, right?” You were stunned at his reminder, swallowing down the delicate moans that kept rumbling on your throat.

The slow, circular movement became frantic, clumsy motions, pushing you into the edge of his lap. One hand even flew to cover your mouth, coughing loudly just to conceal those slip-up whimpers. You could feel the sweet build-up in your pent-up abdomen when the car went into a halt.

“We’re here!”

You momentarily sat up straight, the palm covering your mouth shooing Soobin's sneaky hand to compose yourself. After taking a deep exhale, you gave him a glance. His eyes are sharp and deep, evidently irritated at the interruption his father has made. Your sex thumped at the sight of him, unable to maintain eye contact with how intense his looks are.

Thus, your attention went to the other side—where you saw Beomgyu. Who was once again already staring at you. He was wearing his familiar smug face that you now start to hate, as it makes him look like he knew something he shouldn't and he is thriving because of it.

Baffled at what had happened in the span of two hours, all you could do is ponder on what awaits you in the following days.

“THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOUR DAD AND I WENT INTO A STARGAZING DATE.”

It has been an hour since you have arrived into the cabin. Your parents decided to give you an hour to adjust and fix your things into your assigned rooms, giving you time to take a quick shower to freshen yourself after that two men bombarded you with their fingers.

Now wearing a yellow summer dress, you could still feel their forbidding touch into your skin. Even if they once again do not talk to you after the ride, treating you like you are just part of the air they breathe.

Not that you mind—well, you actually do, anyway—but one of them literally had their fingers deeply inserted in your walls and the other one humped your ass while you were seated on his lap. So, what the hell are they even on?

After an hour, your parents called the three of you for what they call a cabin tour. Soobin even commented that it sounds too cheesy, but you all have nothing to do in this house anyway. You are all now standing on the patio, silently judging your parents as they take their time reminiscing about their old days in this exact area.

“Okay, we get it,” Beomgyu suddenly voiced out, one arm draped on Soobin’s shoulder while the taller one was staring blankly at the scene. They were standing almost a foot away from you, triggering you at most. “You guys are the perfect couple.” Both of your parents laughed at his sarcastic remark, “Oh, Beomie, of course we are!” Your mother replied, locking arms with your step father beside her.

Soon, they lead you into the kitchen. The cabin was modernly designed, but it still gives that cozy, rural-vibe feeling with the earth-tone bricks and open spaces. “Oh, right, before we forgot,” Your mom faced the three of you with that sickening motherly smile, “We need to drop by the nearby town to buy some supplies, would you three be okay here?”

You have known your mother since birth, and you knew that this trip to town she was saying has an underlying agenda. This overall family retreat even has another specific goal to begin with—to reconcile both of their children. You knew that. And, you also knew that the sweet smile plastered on her face is a trap, because she knew no one would say no to her.

“We could help—” Soobin tried to compromise, but his father stopped him in an instant.

“No, you guys stay here and rest—or talk about anything!” Soobin grumpily sighed at his father's obvious hints, also aware that they are planning something that unbeknownst to the three of you. Beomgyu broke the silence, faking a cackle before he clasps his hands.

“Oh, sure! You guys take your time.” He cheered, nudging Soobin with his shoulder that made the older roll his eyes and defeatedly nod his head. Your arms crossed in front of your chest, raising a brow to your mom that made her smile falter for a bit.

“We won't take long, plus there is still something for you to do! You guys are free to explore the lake behind the cabin if you want to!” Your mom ensues, pulling the man beside her to exit your questioning gaze.

“You kids have fun!” Your step father shouted before the two of them went back to the garage. Another silence stretched into the kitchen. And, in all honesty, you do not know if you want to thank your parents for this set-up and giving you an opportunity to clarify everything or curse them for leaving you alone with these two.

Minutes passed, no one still dared to speak. You being confused in their action is an understatement, you are gone bewildered at this point. Shaking your head in disappointment, you were about to head out the scene when a hand pulled you back.

“Where are you going?” Beomgyu asked, gripping your wrist gently. Your cheeks reddened at his question, your heart palpitating when you saw both of them rigidly staring at you. There they go again, tearing your mind apart by their questionable actions.

“My room?” You answered, having enough of their combined bullshits. Beomgyu smirked at you, before giving Soobin a glance. He then stepped closer, going over your space like he owns it.

“Boo, that's depressing,” He jeered, walking towards your back while both his palms found your shoulder. “Why not join us by the lake?” His low whisper sent shivers on your skin, eyes darted to your step brother who was leaning on the counter with his arms locked together.

“We are actually going?” Soobin questioned, causing the younger to chuckle. “Indeed we are,” He cheered, hands gradually brushing your arms until his palms found your waist. “Right, sunshine?” Beomgyu has always been the best at playing the perfect tease, and your body reacts to it satisfactorily.

As if you are automated, your head turns when you hear his favorite nickname to use. “Uhm…” Your stomach churned when you now noticed that Soobin is looking at you from head to toe, dull eyes watching Beomgyu’s hands on your body. “Yeah?” The guy behind you whispered, causing your throat to dry.

You do not know what lies ahead if you agree to come with them, but you do know that you want to get at the bottom of this mess. This gives you an opportunity, yet of course, these two men are beyond unpredictable. Leaving you conflicted on what you should do.

“You know you want to,” Your step brother suddenly walked up in front of you, fingers finding their way to fix the strayed strands of your hair. “We will just talk.” The beats of your heart are nearly audible in your ear, allured at how he sounded like he meant every word he uttered.

Despite the lingering hesitation, your body had betrayed you. Gesturing a small nod to the gentlemen you are with.

Beomgyu giggled before giving your waist a slight squish, while Soobin started to lead the way into the backdoor. You could almost foresee where this decision would lead you, but still, you gave them the benefit of the doubt.

The sun was already blazing when you arrived at the greenery, warm air brushing into your skin like a gentle warning. Your nose was filled with the tree's wooden musk combined with the lake's musty, grassy scent. From afar, you noticed a flourishing oak, with a picnic mat laying under its shadow.

“Too much for setting us up,” You whispered, mentally reminding yourself that you need to talk to your mother after this. Beomgyu seems to realize the situation a little too late, utterly puzzled why there was a prepared spot for the three of you to talk.

Soobin made his way into the mat, heart-shaped lips in an irritable pout as he removed his slippers. “What are you two waiting for?” He then asked, sitting on the mat while he rested his back on the oak's trunk. The man beside you gave you a light push, urging you to remove your flip-flops and sit from the farthest side of the mat.

Beomgyu soon followed, man-splaining his legs into the mat that took half of the space. They seemed too calm and unbothered, which is a dangerous sign that you must take note. Both of them are looking at gentle swells of the lake, giving each other short glances from time to time.

Realizing that they already did their boys talk, you blew a deep sigh before kneeling on the mat to gather their attention. “I thought we were gonna talk?” Your question made Soobin sit properly, while Beomgyu smirked within himself. There is something about their gaze that you cannot quite comprehend, but it makes you squirm in your place.

“Well,” The brown haired boy scoots over your seat, crawling to reach your figure. His lean frame managed to block out Soobin from your sight, now kneeling in front of you whilst his hand went to cup your cheek. You flinched at his touch, gulping at his unannounced actions. “What is there to talk about, sunshine?”

Your forehead creased at his question, feeling personally invalidated with his approach in this regard. “What do you mean that—”

“What is there to talk about when I could just show you instead?”

The screws of your brain barely understood what he meant when he leaned in for a kiss. Lips instantly swaying on top of yours that caused you to softly whimper. The way they move is rough and clumsy, pressing on yours as if he is inhaling every breath in your lungs. Panic formed into your chest, hands finding his shoulders to pull away yet he is much stronger. He even brought you closer, arms snaking on your waist while his tongue began to find its way in your mouth.

In a daze, you cannot help but dance your lips against his. Beomgyu's hand gradually roamed into the curve of your ass, making you gasp in a strange feeling. For then, he seized that chance to suck your lower lip, a moan casually slipping past your lips. You are in the moment when you feel another pair of hands in your back, spreading sensation in your weakling body.

For then you remembered, you two are not alone. Your step brother was watching throughout the process of your drool exchange with his best friend.

Snapping back to reality, you managed to push Beomgyu with enough force, causing him to abruptly sit on the mat. You took a sharp inhale before turning back to look at Soobin—who is glaring at the man in front of you.

“You really need to work on your patience, Gyu.” The blonde taunts, resting his chin on your shoulder before his arms begin to hug you from behind. “This is not what we have talked about.”

Intently lost at his words and overly flustered at what is happening, you were about to question them when your step brother's hands started to travel on your exposed legs. You tried to clutch his hands but Beomgyu managed to catch yours, hastily gripping it with one hand. There was nothing you could do when Soobin started to pull up the fabrics of your dress, heart pumping frantically in anticipation.

“Look at me,” The man in front of you suddenly spoke, pinching your chin to force your face. “You will let us use you, right?” Beomgyu teased, leaving a peck on your lips before biting your lip once more. You winced at his action, but it soon turned into a pathetic moan when you felt your brother's slender fingers near your cloathed wet cunt.

Soobin chuckled at your sounds, giving your inner thigh a light slap. “Come on, answer him.” A small ouch came from you, jolting at the sting of your skin. You could have sworn that he almost sounded like a different person, and that gave you enough adrenaline rush to nod at his best friend's question.

A wide smile formed in Beomgyu’s lips, even giving you a gentle head pat. “Very good answer, angel,” He mumbled, adoration flooding his brown eyes. His deep voice plus the heavenly nickname made you twitch, clamping your thighs together as you grew uncomfortable with the growing slick of your sex. “Now, give your brother a turn.”

Your heart was nearly escaping your ribcage when you heard his command. Hesitantly, you turned to fully face Soobin, who was now sitting with his legs crossed. You didn't even notice that he already retrieved his hands with your mind being too clouded with Beomgyu's words.

The blonde extended his hand out, wearing an unreadable expression. He looked uninterested, but at the same time, you could see the spark of excitement in his orbs. It made your drenched pussy pulse in delight, biting your swollen lip before slowly accepting his hand and placing yourself on his lap.

Your heart swelled at the sight of him below you. There is no point denying that you have imagined this exact scene many times—and, being able to finally see it just added more heat in your abdomen. His wide palm rested on your hips for support, pupils intently studying your face from your eyes to your lips.

Falling deep into your needs, you went in to kiss his plump lips. Soobin immediately accepted your advances, one hand flying to your nape to deepen the kiss. Muffled sounds came from you, hips mindlessly reacting by subtly grinding itself on his. The delicious friction that came from it made the both of you moan, tongues colliding in sync that almost suffocates you.

“Fuck,” You heard a voice on your side, before you felt a hand on your shoulder, forcefully pulling you out from Soobin's drowning kisses. “I can’t wait,” Beomgyu breathes before his lips once again find their way into yours. A whine escapes your throat, unable to keep up from how torrid he is moving on your lips.

Soobin didn't even bother to scold him, not when he is now busy peeling the straps of your dress. Your mind begins to feel torn at the overwhelming feelings they are giving to your body, brain unable to focus on what you should think about first—Beomgyu's hot tongue swirling past your lips or Soobin's fingers that are on their way of exposing your tits.

The humid air hits your chest the moment your step brother pulls down the built-in pads of your dress, freeing your mounds with your nipples perked up. “Fucking knew these were perfect.”

You moaned between Beomgyu's torrid kiss, giving his wet muscle more access inside your mouth. A choked-up sound left you when he shoved his tongue into you, shared drool slipping past your lips.

You haven't moved on from the feeling of Beomgyu's tongue deep in your throat when you felt Soobin's warm breath near your nipple. A surge of luscious sensation fills your nerves, one hand going to the brunette’s shoulder and rapidly tapping it as a sign that you are running out of air.

Thankfully, he received it well, only for his lips to drop to your jaw. You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your neck. An airy gasp left you when the man below you began to roll his tongue on your bud, drawing slow circles on it before harshly sucking it. As if they always think alike, Beomgyu did the same thing on your neck, even leaving feathery kisses on the mark he just left.

It just got worse when Soobin started to move his hips below you, tripling the pleasure you are receiving from them. His other hand also went to caress your untouched mound, pinching your nipple before rolling his thumb on it.

“Mhhmpph, w–wait…” One of your hands went to Soobin's blonde locks, overstimulated limbs trying to stay aware of what the two of them were doing to your body. Beomgyu cackled on your pleas, stopping for one second to remove his shirt before getting back on leaving trails of kisses on your shoulder.

“Sorry, sunshine,” He mumbled between his pecks, “Mom and dad will come back soon, we can't have them seeing us like this…” Worry filled your weary insides, cheeks burning at the thoughts of being caught in the act by your own parents. However, those cohesive thoughts began to disperse when Soobin suddenly bit your bud, abruptly screaming out of pain.

Your step brother briefly giggled against your flesh, peppering your boobs with pliant kisses as a silent apology. He then pulled out, for then Beomgyu called his attention.

“Wanna eat her out?” The brunette suggested, talking too casually as if you are not listening in between them. This halted Soobin's hips, obviously considering what his best friend just said. “One of the best I had, believe me.”

The heat of your body amplified at his remarks, getting more and more embarrassingly drenched. The blonde gave you a short glance, eyes as twice as determined the last time you saw it. He gave your lips a peck before guiding your body to hop out his lap.Trying to remember what you did with Beomgyu, you were about to lay down when he suddenly stopped you. Momentarily confused, you blinked at him—only for a devilish smirk to form in his face.

“Sh–Shouldn't I lay—”

“There are other ways to do it,” He explained, eyes darting into your plush chest that are presented in front of him. “Plus, where is the fun if he is the only one who gets his share?”

Soobin huffed at his friend's nuances, fixing his position before laying on his back. Not knowing what to do, your arm tried to cover your breast while giving them confused looks. Beomgyu fetched your hand in your chest, pulling you up so you could kneel.

“Sit on your brother’s face,” Your eyes dilated at his order, heart pounding as you gaze at the blonde who was already ready. Heart pounding, there is nothing you could do when the younger guy assisted you to place yourself in Soobin's face.

The fabrics of your yellow dress covered his head. Your mind was partly worried if your step brother could still properly breathe between your thighs, half of it unable to function anymore by how stimulated you have been for the last couple of minutes. Stings of whine left you when his breath reached your aching cunt, shuddering at the tingling feeling.

Beomgyu still has his hand supporting you, also kneeling in the mat while his hand fumbles on the button of his shorts. You want to keep yourself aware of what he is doing but your eyes inevitably close shut when Soobin's lips begin to leave tiny kisses on your cloathed pussy, nails digging into Beomgyu's palm as you also feel his tongue drenching your ruined undies.

“Haah, Soob—” Your other hand almost went to his hair but the man in front of you caught it. Lost at what happened, your eyes fluttered open—only to see Beomgyu with his thick, erect cock whipped out of his shorts. Mouth gaping at the sight, panic clawed in your throat when he led your hand into the base of his length.

All of those directions he gave you before turned blurry as you cannot seem to focus, especially now that Soobin is constantly licking your slick through your panties. Beomgyu seemed to notice, ragged breaths leaving him as he guided your hand up and down his cock.

“Remember what I taught you, sunshine?” You could feel fire running in your skin with how sultry he sounds, getting more turned on when he spat directly on his tip which also hit your skin. Strained groans came from him the moment you start jerking his cock on your own, fist in a deliberate pace.

Beomgyu hissed when at warmth of his saliva, perfectly coating his girth with the help of your palm. He then stepped two steps backward, giving you enough space to bend your upper body and for your mouth to reach his dick. The way his veins pulsate under the brush of your hand feeds your longing ego, fixing your position above Soobin's face so that you could suck the younger without any hindrance.

Now in all-fours, you could see Beomgyu's dark eyes focused on the curve of your back in your peripheral vision. “Such a good sister,” The brunette snickered, once again giving you a soft pat in the head. “Serving me while letting her brother eat her out.” Your cunt throbbed at his words, and even shortly froze when Soobin swayed enough fabrics of your panties. Letting the humid brush into your trembling pussy lips.

You could feel your juices dripping into your thighs when your step brother starts to suck into your clit, lapping it like it is the sweetest treat he ever tried. Mouth shaping into an O in every moan you voice, Beomgyu quickly turned it into a chance to thrust his cock into your lips.

Heedless with his movement, you failed to accommodate his thick cock in one go, audibly gagging around it. The younger vilely laughed at your state of misery, pulling out his length just to check if you are still able to use your airway.

“Too much? You already got it the first time.” He joked, nastily smudging his precum into your parted lips. There is a part of you that wants to defend yourself, but your mind kept slipping up with the way Soobin is using his tongue to torture your sopping pussy. You were unconsciously grinding your hips to his face, the grip you have on Beomgyu’s cock getting tighter.

Trying to regain yourself, you gaped your lips to take his tip to give it a light kiss. You felt him shudder at your touch, getting more excited to show him more. With your tongue, you gave his cockhead a swirl, slowly taking in the salty taste of his liquid. Your hand once again moved to jerk his length, helplessly breathing through your nose as Soobin’s pace in making out with your poor cunt grew rapidly.

“Bet you kept dreaming about that day, huh?” Beomgyu's tone is laced with cockiness, his hips began to follow the direction of your fist pumping his dick. You were about to push yourself deep into his inches when you uncontrollably yelped at Soobin's wide tongue rigorously swiping into your slit.

Once again failing to take him in, the brunette took charge of forcing you to swallow his entire cock. He impatiently thrust his length midway, grunting at the warmness of your mouth coating him. Even on the verge of choking, you now managed to appropriately suck his cock, tongue wiggling slightly just to add pleasure.

The coil on your abdomen went unbearable with how the both of them are treating your body—especially Soobin, who is poking your feeble bud with the tip of his tongue. Your moans were muffled around Beomgyu's wide girth, sending luscious vibration into the younger who has his head thrown back.

In desperation for more friction, you also began to move your hips to ride your step brother's tongue. However, he firmly gripped your thighs, stopping you from moving your lower region. “Easy, sis,” He gritted below you, so airy and deep that it almost went past your ears. “You can't cum just yet.”

Another set of drools escaped your mouth as you tried to form a reply to Soobin while your mouth was still stuffed with Beomgyu’s dick. You could feel the younger’s eagerness to fit his whole size until he reached the back of your throat but he knew that you were too fragile for him to push further. Thus, he held into your cheeks, barely controlling himself so you wouldn't suffocate while sucking him.

His breaths became uneven, chest heaving as your fist started to twist around his base. “Shit, angel,” He purrs, hips rattling on your face. “Fuck, that is so good. Don't suck it too hard.”

The pace of his hips began to grow faster, not even minding if your teeth are grating into his veins. You could feel his hand travelling into your hair, grasping into your strands with delicate force to keep himself grounded.

With your mouth busy with Beomgyu's cock, you have failed to notice the shift in Soobin's position below you. Slowly adjusting himself to stoop lower and reach your quivering hole. You violently coughed around the dick on your mouth you felt the tip of his tongue prodding it, thighs unhelpfully clamping themselves on your step brother's face.

“You good, baby?” The younger asked, putting finger on your chin and giving it a lift, causing his girth to slip out your lips. You looked thoroughly wrecked under his touch, tears forming into your eyes when you felt Soobin giving your tweaking hole a quick lick. The tense feeling on your abdomen went rigid, wanton moans coming out your lips before riding his wet muscle that is in an up and down direction.

Beomgyu grinned at the sight, bright eyes watching how scandalous you look while you humping your step brother's tongue. This view of you goes beyond every porn and hentai he had binge watched with the guy, even better now that they are both experiencing it first hand.

“Gonna cum on your brother's tongue, sunshine?” He taunts, a proud smile resting on his lips like it is a deserving award that he had turned you into some kind of slut. His smile grew wider when you frantically nodded your head, tongue nearly lollying out like a poor dog with how much of a pleasurable torment Soobin's tongue is giving you.

The feeling of your pussy being lapped by your brother while you prettily sit on his face with his best friend stimulating you with his words is beyond what you had imagined. And, with thought of how good it must be to cum on Soobin's mouth has sent you to the edge, splurging hot, sticky liquids straight into his tongue.

Your frail body has collapsed under the intense surge of uncomfortable slick running down your thighs. Luckily, Beomgyu was there to support your figure, too weak to even remove yourself in the older's face. He guided you to rest on his lap, freeing his best friend between your thighs.

Soobin then sat up, thumb brushing in his bottom lip as traces of your wetness trails down his chin. He offered a sly smile, before sucking in the remaining essence to make sure nothing was wasted.

It made him a hundred times glorious as he already is. And, it is making your nerves hypersensitive with how your pussy began to uncontrollably throb at the mere sight of him.

The subtle twitches of your body didn't go past Beomgyu's eyes, hands snaking into your dress to completely peel off your panties. Goosebumps run through your body when the warm air directly hits your cunt, tweaking into the younger's arms.

“Fuck, Bin, look at this.” He then blurted, both palms forcing your thighs to open wide. “She is hungry, don't you think?”

Intrigued, Soobin followed the direction of this friend. And, being the one you could visibly see, you were at awe with the sudden change in his face. His tempting, dulled pupils went focused and dark, with his jaw tightening alluringly.

Before you could even focus on what Beomgyu is doing on your body, your gaze went down to your step brother's soiled shorts, with his big bulge evidently begging to be freed. To be fair, you have always known that Soobin was big—even bigger than his friend. Aside from catching him watching pornographic anime, you have once seen him jerking himself with his door left ajar.

He has a girth that could stretch your hole wide without filling you with his whole length. Realizing that you are obviously eyeing his crotch, his fingers began to fumble within the garters of his shorts. Your heart was rigorously hammering in excitement, hips moving by itself just to seek for any friction.

As you were sitting on his lap, Beomyu took the chance to rub himself in your leaking clit. The delicious grind felt perfect for your needy cunt, back leaning into his chest while your eyes remained to your step brother who was now slowly fisting his erect cock.

“So wet for us, baby,” The brunette whispered behind you, subtly aligning his cock into your hole. Broken moans left you, chunks of tears sliding in your cheeks as you felt overly sensitive with how his tip teased your beaten pussy. Soobin was about to crawl his way to the both of you when his phone suddenly rang.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, instinctively sitting straight but Beomgyu went to press you closer to his body. The protest you had turned into an audible whine the moment you felt Beomgyu leisurely entering your walls, filling you up while he is looking at his friend who is double thinking if he should answer the call or not.

Soobin, who was turning impatient that the younger was once again taking charge without him, hurriedly answered the call of your mother. A loud scream scratched your throat when Beomgyu pushed you down his entire length without letting your poor pussy adjust, forcing Soobin to drop the call in an instant.

“The fuck was that?” He howled, tightly gripping his phone while glaring at Beomgyu who was smirking at your reaction. His cock was perfectly seated inside you, momentarily twitching when you once again helplessly whined under his touch.

Not minding his pissed off friend on the other side of the mat, his hand flew in both of your hips, wholly supporting your tired body. “This pussy hasn't changed one bit,” Beomgyu growled, strained groans leaving him when your pussy clamped his cock the moment he moved. “But we really need to stay quiet this time, can you do that?” He added, palm diligently travelling to the curve of your mounds to give it a squish.

The phone began to ring again, but now that you are once again under the mercy of Beomgyu's thick and heavy cock, your mind was already shutting down to even care. Soobin let out an irritated huff, carelessly answering the screen while keeping his eyes on the lewd scene in front of him.

“Hello?” He breathes airy, one palm still firm around his cock. Your mom's cheerful tone was barely heard from the other side, making your brother roll his eyes. You cannot deny that this situation has made you fired up, causing your puffy cunt to spill out liquids that made the guy behind you giggle.

“You really like it when we are on the verge of being caught, don't you?” His tone was filled with mockery, hips gradually moving below you that caused his cock to reach deeper. “Does all of this seem familiar, angel?” He grilled, busying his fingers on your nipple. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your moans to avoid getting caught.

“Yeah, the loud scream was hers, she was hanging out with us in the lake,” You watched as Soobin's fist went faster, in awe with how composed he is on the phone. The beat of your heart flourished when your eyes met, with a cunning smile sitting in his lips. “Of course she was having fun.”

The younger soon caught up with your short exchange with Soobin, using his hand on your chest to cup your cheeks and force you to face him. “One cock is not enough for you?” He hissed, before pulling you into an aggressive kiss.

“Hmmpff—” Your whines are muffled while Beomgyu swallows them, “Such a whore for our attention,” He mumbled between the kiss, erratic breaths leaving him now that he is picking up the pace.

Soobin throwed burning daggers at your exposed body enveloped in Beomgyu's arms, “We are good with anything, you two decide.” His tone went bored, poking his inside cheek as tried to remain calm as he played with his tip. This is totally one of your differences, he knows how to handle himself well while you are wholly messed up.

“You are on your way back now?” Your hand flew to cover your mouth when Beomgyu shifted his angle, hitting that spongy spot that made your toes curl. Despite the fact that Beomgyu is literally devouring your lips, you tried to listen to the conversation Soobin was having with your mom. The mixture of guilt, embarrassment, and neediness reigns on your chest, eyes hot and blurry with tears of pleasure.

“15 minutes? Okay, take care,” That was the last thing you heard before you the younger let go of your face, pulling out from the kiss. A raspy groan left him when he noticed how swollen your lips are, even looking at him with those glassy eyes he adores.

“I might really cum if you continued looking at me like that,” He mumbled, halting his hips before looking at his friend—who was already killing the younger with his eyes.

“Learn how to share, fuckass.” The blonde then proceeds to kneel in front of you. His palms landed on your trembling thighs, only to see how puffy your pussy turned after being filled up by his best friend. Your heart almost stopped beating with the way he touched you, chest heaving as you cannot foresee what his next action would be.

Beomgyu cackled at the older's comment, fingers on your nipple began to give it a gentle twist that made you wince. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” He notoriously asked, chin now resting on your shoulder. Having no clue what they are talking about, you unconsciously clutched your step brother's hand, anxiously gulping when he just gave you a smirk.

“Give her to me,” Soobin then ordered, throwing you into deep confusion. Just like an object they possess, you were passed into one lap to another. Your shaky hands are placed into the blonde's broad shoulders, still searching for an answer in his eyes.

You were still drowned in his intense stare when you felt a tip prodding on your loose hole, shivering with how sensitive you are after being pounded not so long ago. “Still good?” He momentarily assures, and after a half-minded nod, his cock begins to rip you open.

There was something about Soobin that you cannot point out, something that itches your body's needs in the perfect way possible. Your heavenly fused moans are scattered in the greenery, walls tightly hugging his cock as it was easier to take him in after Beomgyu's dick prepped you beautifully.

“Shit, your cunt is suffocating me,” His words are impossibly heard by how strained his voice is. You were no better, worn out throat now only able to create mumble sounds after all the moaning. He was almost fully in when you felt another tip from behind. In instant panic, you turned to Beomgyu, who has been peppering your shoulder with weary kisses.

“W–Wait, I cannot—”

“Shhh, they are coming back soon so we need to hurry.”

Soft sobs left your lips, head nuzzling into your step brother's neck as the younger starts to tear your walls past its limit. Soobin huskily exhaled at the feeling of his friend's cock slowly grinding into his, yet still managed to draw small circles on your thighs as he coos at you.

Which was what you could consider as an act out of character.

“A bit more, yeah?” He whispered into your ear, cock twitching at the sounds of your sniffs. Your hole was burning with how stretched it is, whole senses and nerves working overtime just to accommodate the two huge girth thrusting themselves. Your fists are turned into a ball, nails digging into your palm as you feel helpless in between them.

“Too much—Too full… Please…” Your pleas hurt the soul of one, but feeds the ego of the other. Beomgyu lowly chuckled when your cunt uncontrollably gushed out liquids, overstimulated with the cocks pulsating inside you.

“We'll move slow, yeah?” He then assured, hands on your hips like he is steadying you on what's to come. “Trust us.” His words and their idle heavy girth combined are enough to make you feel the familiar lewd build up in your lower stomach, sweat gliding into your temple with the thoughts of cumming for the second time this day.

You should have known better and not rely on his words, because the moment you nod your head, Soobin's thick cock began to ram his way into the depths of your cunt, earning a wrecked moan from you. Being the jerk he is, Beomgyu didn't back down as his hips snapped in the plush of your ass.

“Fuck, baby, this is the best day of my life,” The younger cheered, his lips going to your neck to leave love bites and marks all over your skin. The burdening pressure on your abdomen left you uneasy, mind almost blacking out with how they started to go at a rapid pace.

“Your pussy is lovely, sis,” Soobin snickered, one palm groping your tits as his hips rocked harder. “Beomgyu was right about you.” He continued, before his other hand on your thigh traveled to play with your swollen folds. The thoughts of him finally confirming that he knew about everything that happened on that day just made you more hazy, your sobs and moan fusing together that became music to their ears.

With the build-up of your release growing faster, you made the tiniest effort to meet their hips halfway. But giving up within seconds as you cannot catch up with how eager their movements are. “Cum… Haaaah—” You didn't manage to complete the word when the knot on your stomach snapped, coating their lengths with those hot, sticky juices.

Your whole body fluttered into Soobin's chest, fat chunks of tears dwelling in your eyes as they didn't stop torturing your poor cunt. Beyond the overwhelming feeling of cumming, you are thoroughly overstimulated with how their cockheads take turns bumping into that sweet spot that made your abused cunt gush out more liquid.

“You did well—Shit… Did well, baby… It's our turn now.”

Ragged breaths are heard on both of their mouths, evidently trying to chase their own high. Despite the pain of oversensitivity, you tried to help them by snugging both of their girth, a woeful whimper leaving you with how the veins of their cock tingles every nerve of your pent-up walls.

“Need to cum—fuck!” Beomgyu's curse filled the air the moment you felt a thick rope of cum pumping deep into your cunt, thighs quivering with how full you felt. The younger’s uneven exhales were fanning your reddening skin, even leaving another set of kisses while he rode down his high.

Soobin shook his head in disappointment, still busy drilling himself to your hole as he chased his own pleasure. “Impatient shit as always,” He grunts, head throwing back as his cock begins to flood your pussy with his own seed.

You rigidly shudder at the feeling of being stuffed with different cums, eyes tightly closed while you wearily gather your breaths. Soobin was the first to pull out, followed by Beomgyu who still has his lips latched on your skin. You hissed at the contact, face contorting into a grimace when you felt the mixture of cum pouring out to the wrinkled picnic mat.

Silence prevailed between the three of you, stuck in the position of nasty three-people sandwich who are drenched with cums and sweat. Soobin sighed as he pushed Beomgyu's head away from your neck, giving you some space to stretch your exhausted limbs.

“They are about to be back,” He announced, using the back of his hand to wipe out the scattered tears and sweat on your face. “We need to get into the lake.”

Confused, you sat up straight with your remaining strength. “Wait, why?” Your voice sounded too raw, throat too dry from everything you have done.“

They both thought that we were hanging out in the lake,” Your step brother kindly explained, yet the small tug in his lips left you restless. “Plus, you didn't think that we are done now, did you?”

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even during times like these, where you feel you might just rip someone's head off from the sheer frustration you feel, taehyun still manages to make your heart skip a beat; of course, you shouldn't ruin your fresh set, much less the one he paid for— he's holding your hand so gently, running his thumb across your knuckles as he examines your face marred with stress.

"what's wrong love?" his eyes flicker to the phone you're holding with an iron-clad grip, "did someone send you a weird message?"

at the reminder of your problem, your eyes flicker down to the comments section you've yet to click away from— and your eyes catch onto a certain comment that reads "guys… i found his @ >_<", unable to stop yourself from checking the replies that all beg and scream for taehyun's handle to be revealed— you think you feel your eye twitching as your gaze snaps back to your boyfriend.

you knew he looked incredible when you were filming those videos. it's why you posted them in the first place! his honey skin positively glowed under the sun, his eyes shining cutely and his dimple popping out when you had him follow along with your silly transitions— the tight tee he wore all day that outlined his body perfectly and revealed a bit of his stomach when he raised his arms was definitely eye catching, not to mention the small portion you included of you two jumping into the water, with him shirtless; muscles on display, his long necklace hanging behind his back as the picked you up before dumping the two of you in, turning around and flashing the camera a perfect shot of his broad back— fuck, your teeth are grinding together at the mere realization that there are other's who are drooling over him, even going as far as searching for his personal account…

taehyun is beginning to feel more concerned the longer you stare at him like you might just kill someone; what was meant to be a quiet unwinding before bed has turned into trying to defuse the ticking bomb you've become, your jaw clenching as your eyes begin to trail along taehyun's body— he gulps, watching the way your eyes trace over every last detail, your gaze darkening at what you see.

it all changes in the blink of an eye; you're tossing your phone on the bedside table, crossing your arms against your chest and slumping back into the pillows with a deep pout; though you pretend to watch the documentary taehyun put on, he can tell you're not taking in a single thing.

"baby," he's scooting close to you, sitting up on his forearm as he hovers over you, "what's wrong?"

you frown. "how's your instagram doing?"

"huh? it's fine," you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, and he raises a brow, "i had to private it. i was getting a bunch of random followers."

you slap your hands on your face, letting out a deep groan— fuck. you knew it!

"people are so fucking weird," you grit out, your mood worsening by the second— taehyun merely looms over you, his bright eyes clouding with worry, lips jutting out into a pout— he looks so cute, it's pissing you off. "drooling all over you as if your girlfriend isn't right fucking there."

taehyun tries hard to suppress the small smile that pulls at his lips— he really does— but it's impossible when he watches the way you melt deeper into the bed like a kicked puppy.

"is that what this is all about?" there's a teasing lilt in his voice that make you send him a sharp glare, "you gettin' jealous, baby?"

your frown deepens, and you sit up, "is this funny to you?"

"no, it's cute," he smiles up at you, "'cause now you know how i feel."

"no, no this— this is different," taehyun has failed to defuse you, but he doesn't seem to care much as he watches you rant with a fond glint in his eyes. "when people approach me, i tell them about you— i only think about you, tyun. but online, it's like— i can't control what these freaks are saying about you!"

you sneer, biting at your thumb nail again, "they know you're mine, but they don't care. they actually think they have a chance."

you're off in a world of your own— jealousy is rampant in your gaze that falls onto taehyun, shifting to straddle him while he lays back in bed, his hands coming to rest on your hips.

"you're all mine, right?"

"of course my love," he purrs out.

"it's just not fair," you pout, your hips gaining a mind of your own— you just can't help yourself. not when taehyun is staring up at you with those soft, hopeless eyes, shining with admiration as he presses his hips against yours. not when you can feel his thick length getting harder the more you rub your cunt against him, wearing nothing but his shirt and thin panties that begin to stick to your folds, "i can't stand the way they talk about you."

leaning down, you put your hands against taehyun's chest for support— a particularly firm press against his cock has his brows furrowing, groaning softly as he watches the way your hips more. "yeah? like— like what?"

"like they wanna eat you up," he's fully hard against you, and you're shifting so you can grind your clit against the tip of his cock, "like they see what i see."

"as if they could ever get your hands on you," scoffing, you're haste to pull your boyfriend's cock out, pushing your panties to the side and teasing his leaking tip along your entrance— his fingers dig into your hips, teeth gritting together at the way you leak onto him— your walls flutter at the sudden stretch as you sink down onto him, your sharp eyes taking in the way he falls apart beneath you.

pushing his shirt up, you're raking your nails down his chest just to watch the way a blushed trail of lines appear on his skin— his stomach clenches, flinching when you grip his waist and begin to move on his cock, bouncing your hips and picking up a harsh rhythm that fills the room with sounds of skin slapping against skin; the more you watch your boyfriend struggle to keep up with you, mouth falling open and pretty moans falling from his lips, the more you can feel yourself get worked up.

"y-y'know, i get so many comments on our posts together— saying we're not gonna last," you grit out, angling your hips so his cock can brush perfectly against your walls, clenching down on his thick length, "they act as if you'd actually— f..fucking leave me for them."

"i'd never," taehyun pants out, his eyes rolling back as you slam down on him, "i… only have eyes for you, baby."

"yeah?" you whine, thighs burning as you continue to bounce on your boyfriend's cock, your hips stuttering as he rubs circles on your clit, "i just— i want everyone to know you're n-not… not going anywhere…"

"want them to know i'm all yours?" he's sitting up, adjusting your position so he can meet you halfway, thrusting up into you— he's leaving haste kisses all along your neck, pushing up your shirt until he can kiss along your chest, sucking your nipples and swirling his tongue along the sensitive buds; you're nodding frantically, weaving your fingers into his hair to pull him closer, until your bodies are flush together.

he's trailing back up along your neck, sucking softly at the sensitive spots on your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on your jawline, his lips lingering there, "maybe i should just be your husband then?"

it feels like someone has sent an electric current up your spine— the word husband has you shivering, clenching down on taehyun as your fingers pull tighter at his hair; he moans at your reaction, nipping at your skin and thrusting up into you harder.

"f-fuck, please," you cry out, his lips continuing to suck and kiss at your neck, wandering back down to your breasts— you can feel the pleasure building up, threatening to crash at any moment, "want you to be— fuck!— mine, just mine!"

"i've always been yours," he murmurs against your skin, "and i can be yours forever."

"yes, yes, please—" your heart pounds at the mere thought: taehyun, yours. forever. "i'm gonna cum, fuck, tyunie, oh my god—"

you've lost control of your body, and taehyun is more than happy to step in, his grip on your waist bruising as he guides your body up and down his cock, slamming your hips all the way down to the base. when he feels your walls fluttering around him and your body tense, he reaches to rub tight circles on your clit, placing a soft kiss just under your ear.

"my cute little wife just feels so good, hmm?" the words roll off his tongue and are sweet like honey, your brain short circuiting as you nod, "cum on my cock, pretty."

your body is tuned to his every command, your climax hitting you full force— your cunt flutters around his length, the overwhelming pleasure making you scramble to hold onto something— instead, you drag your nails down taehyun's back, the points of your acrylics digging into his skin and drawing out a long groan from taehyun, setting off his own orgasm; he holds you down against him, rolling his hips up into you as the two of you ride it out, the room silent save for your pants and soft whimpers from the sensitivity.

his body is firm, warm against yours; you can feel his lips tracing along your skin, peppering gentle kisses along your jawline, his hands smoothing up and down your waist; you pull back to get a good look at him, his eyes fluttering up to meet your gaze and a small smile tugging at his lips.

"hey," you say softly, brushing back his bangs; he hums, leaning into your touch, "did you really mean what you said?"

"of course i did," his voice quiets, seemingly flustered— he avoids your gaze as he continues. "you're someone i want to spend the rest of my life with."

"i've thought of this before," he confesses, looking back up to find your dumbfounded expression, "have you?"

"i— i have," you breathe out, your pulse racing— there's this charged feeling the rest of the night as you begin to talk about it more seriously, in thorough details; you settle into taehyun's arms with a restless heart, the only thing racing in your mind being the prospect of truly having taehyun be all yours.

♡♡♡

the day after, you sulk when you check taehyun's account, finding his follower count has quadrupled— no, you tell yourself, it's fine, you shouldn't be so worked up over this. when you go to tap on his story upload by instinct, any insecurity and worry washes away instantly— lo and behold, taehyun has posted a picture of him on duty— but… when you take a closer look, you find the pendant of his chain hanging low on his back, brushing against familiar red lines that span along his honey skin, highlighted just enough by the setting sun. you feel like someone has knocked the air out from your lungs, texting your boyfriend— soon to be fiance— with frantic fingers.

get home now.

i need you.

your response comes back instantly.

yes ma'am.

be there soon.

taehyun is bursting through the door fifteen minutes later— by the time you're done with him, you've left marks from beneath his ear to his pelvis, a particularly deliberate mark left on his chest in the shape of a heart; he allows you to rest on top of him as he lays back, wincing whenever he shifts— when you pout and apologize for scratching him so hard, he shakes his head, brushing back your hair with a fond smile.

"don't be sorry, love," he murmurs, "y'gotta show everyone who i belong to, right?"

his words are enough to get you going again.

If you thought you were already the epitome of irritation, this guy was far worse. He looks like he just clawed his way out of hell with how messy his hair is and how much sweat he’s drenched in. Not to mention the bags under his eyes and how flushed his skin looks from how hard he’s keeping his annoyance within and oh god, he’s beautiful.

He drags his feet to walk away from the cab, eyebrows still furrowed, and you had to begrudgingly stop yourself from checking this stranger out because you do not want embarrassment to lace all the exasperation you’re feeling right now. You feel your cheeks heat up when you realize he stopped to stand beside your slumped form, sulking like you’ve lost all your will to live.

“Jesus, it’s so hot…” you hear him groan as he types away on his phone. You assume he’s complaining to a friend because it’s what you would have done. That is, if you could catch a signal.

You giggle to yourself and he snaps his head to look at you, expression softening.

“Tourist?”

He’s talking to you. What the hell are you supposed to do when a man (who looks like he stepped out of a typical romance drama) strikes a conversation with you? You choose to face him, avoiding eye contact, and nod meekly.

He immediately whines. A behavior such a stark contrast to a man whose figure towers over you, “Can you believe that cab driver tried to charge me 1000 pesos for a 15-minute ride? My friend told me they overcharge tourists like crazy, so I should just act angry, but I guess I’m not scaring them off..?”

You finally make eye contact with him, skimming over his features. He’s handsome, but not in a way that suffocates you. He’s… cute. Makes you feel fuzzy inside with his soft features. Round, wide eyes, nose slightly scrunched, and the way his front teeth sit on his bottom lip makes him look like a bunny who wasn’t given enough carrot treats. What the fuck are you even saying at this point? He’s just some guy. Okay, a gorgeous one, at that.

You clear your throat, “Maybe you should try an Uber?”

“Ubers aren’t available in the Philippines…”

You nod, not knowing what to say. You’ve proven yet again that you are physically incapable of talking to cute guys.

“Shit. Now my phone is at 1%.”

You snort, “I’d offer mine, but this dumb fuck cannot catch a signal.”

He sighs defeatedly, now sitting on his luggage as well, “Aren’t you going to try and get a cab?”

“I was going to, but after seeing you with that cab driver, I might as well just take a flight back home already…”

He chuckles. Even his laugh is pretty.

“Maybe you’re better at haggling than I am?”

He seems to be right, because the first cab driver you hailed instantly agreed to drive you for 300 pesos. You nod at the stranger while loading your luggage in the back, and he smiles at you in return. You’re probably never going to see each other again. So much for a short-lived airport crush.

You fall back onto the expanse of your bed once you’ve checked in, relishing in the comfort after a pain-staking flight. Stretching your back, you’re relieved to find that the hotel wi-fi works like magic, finally satiating your need for chronically online personal time. After a few moments of scrolling through your feed to see what you’ve missed, you grew bored, pressing the call button beside Karina’s contact name. Her face lights up your screen immediately.

“Yah! Why are you on your phone instead of the beach? I just saw you repost a Tiktok 5 minutes ago!”

You roll your eyes, “Can’t a girl replenish her social battery before going out and about all alone?” She simply chuckles, giving you an avenue to start complaining to her about all the mishaps that have happened so far. You drone on and on until you’ve lost track of all the time you spent just grumbling over every inconvenience, and she reassures you that maybe you used up all your bad luck, and from hereon, everything will fall into place smoothly. You aspire to be as optimistic as she is. Soon enough, she yawns, saying that it’s time for her afternoon nap, and you’re left to scurry over to the bathroom to freshen up.

It’s 4PM when you step out of your hotel room, padding over to the lobby to ask for the pathway to the beach, when you catch sight of a familiar tall figure hunched over the receptionist desk. He seems to feel your presence, because he snaps his head towards you.

“Huh? Oh!” 

It’s the cute guy from the airport. You swear you’re going to get a heart attack.

“O-oh? Hey,” you try to muster out. You really, really suck at talking to cute guys.

He smiles, “Didn’t know you booked the same hotel! We could have shared a cab, then.”

“Would be weird to tell a complete stranger which hotel I booked, right?” You didn’t mean for the words to trail off your mouth quite harshly, really, but your realization hits you too late when his face flushes in panic as he responds. “A-ah! Yeah! I suppose it would be really weird. Sorry…”

You glance over at the receptionist desk to see that there was no one manning. Great. Now you can’t weasel your way out of this awkward situation.

“Uh… I was going to ask the receptionist where the pathway leading directly to the beach was, but I guess there’s nobody here?”

He’s shocked. It’s almost animated how his expressions are painted on his face. “I was going to ask them too! I’ve been waiting for about 10 minutes now, but I have no idea where the receptionist has gone, so…” He trails off, and maybe it’s the impatience getting to your head, so you ask,

“You want to just fuck it and find it ourselves?”

He looks at you, and for just a moment, you’re terrified. What if he thinks you’re hitting on him? Wanting to spend time alone with a hot guy? You almost think you’re fucked until he flashes a grin.

“I’m already itching to get my feet in the sand.”

And that’s how you find yourself walking side by side with him. You learn that his name is Soobin, and that he’s from South Korea, working in corporate like you. Soobin tells you about his friend that was supposed to come with him, but he booked his flight incorrectly in an absentminded haze, thus he was traveling solo. You tell him that your friend practically had to bribe you into going on this vacation because of all the stress you have bottled up from your miserable job. He lets out a giggle, saying that he needed to get away from his laptop screen given that even typing was giving him a migraine.

Despite your closed off nature, it was surprisingly easy to fall into a conversation with Soobin. Maybe you enjoyed the conversation a little too much, because it’s only then that you realize you’ve been going around in circles, still not finding the beachside.

“Do you think we’re lost?”

He turns over to you and stops in his tracks, smiling sheepishly. “Maybe?”

And then it hits you. You’re lost. God knows where you are, and you’re stuck navigating your way back with someone you met less than 5 hours ago. Did you really put your guard down for a stranger?

“Shit,” you pull out your phone, only to be reminded that it’s practically useless. It doesn’t help that you’re in a dead zone. You see him fiddling with his phone, seemingly to find a way to map yourselves out of this, but he was met with disappointment upon reading the words “no cellular service”.

You groan, wanting nothing but to go back to your hotel room to curl up in your bed, but Soobin was still adamant on finding the beachside. Unfortunately for you and your aching legs, you had to choose between dragging yourself sluggishly or having a tantrum in the middle of nowhere. The latter was a no-go, obviously, unless you had a death wish?

The fatigue and anxiety were catching up to the both of you as dead silence remained in the air, save from the small huffs you were letting out occasionally. Soobin glances at you from time to time, seemingly to check on your pathetic state. The sun was starting to set, and you’re certain you were going to make it to the headlines as the 25 year-old woman who (a) perished in extreme fatigue and irritation, or; (b) got brutally murdered by a bunny-looking stranger twice her size. 

You don’t notice that you were looking at the ground, questioning every life decision that has led you to this absurdity, when Soobin’s awed gasp snaps you back into reality.

“Heol…”

You look up to see a breathtaking view, all yours to behold. The sun was setting in the horizon, etched in the apricot sky. Palm trees breezed through the path, and the salt in the air barely grazed your tongue. Soobin has his mouth agape, eyes full of wonder. Okay, maybe he’s not a serial killer out to murder you if he brought you to such a beautiful part of the seaside. Unless this is all part of his grand scheme to let your guard down? But he looks clueless as he can be, perhaps you were more likely to be the murderer in this situation.

“Come! There’s no one around!” Soobin hurriedly waddles over to a spot just below the trees, inviting you to join him. Once you’re sat beside him in the sand, he stretches the entirety of his legs, letting out a hum of relief. He has a stupid smile on his face as his eyes glaze to take in the golden hour.

“I’m sorry I got us lost. I’ve never been good at directions,” Soobin smiles apologetically. “But hey, this view is nice. We have this all to ourselves.”

No one was around. Okay. Maybe this is the part where he brutally murd-

“I hope you’re not too tired. I… kinda heard you huffing a lot earlier and I figured you were getting antsy. Also it was probably because you were lost in god knows where with a dude you just met, so that must have been scary for you? I can’t convince you that I’m completely harmless because that would make me more suspicious, right? And oh god why am I rambling?” He’s melting into a puddle of embarrassment. Usually, you liked it when men learned to shut the fuck up, but you tolerated his rambling. He was quite… endearing, actually.

You let out a small chuckle, “Soobin, it’s fine. We’re chill. I was just tired of walking in circles, that’s all.” He sighs in response, fingers tracing shapes in the sand.

“The view is beautiful though. I’m kinda glad we got lost. We can gatekeep this experience,” you add, shooting a reassuring smile. Now you feel bad for ever thinking ill of him, because the way he perks up and grins at you just seals the deal that he was never a threat. Soobin turns away to continue watching the sunset, basking in the way the sun’s rays kiss his skin.

Time flew by too fast, and now you’re left with the problem of how you’re supposed to go back to the hotel, when a light suddenly beams at the two of you.

“Hey! This is private property!” Fuck. No wonder there weren’t any people around. The two of you get escorted out, with the security guard huffing about how “kids these days just fool around everywhere”, to which you and Soobin turn crimson profusely. You had no choice but to push your luck, asking him the way to your hotel no matter how embarrassed the pair of you were.

“Okay… that was humiliating,” you cringe and glance over at Soobin, who was not faring any better than you. His cheeks were still puffed out, teeth nibbling at his bottom lip. 

“Kinda feels like we’re trauma bonded now,” he mutters, praying that this time around, you were going the right way. “Trauma bonded over a humiliation ritual…. today felt too long.”

You hum, “Yep. Might have to skip dinner. I just want to sleep and stock up on social battery for the next 6 days.”

His eyes widened, “Wow. We have the exact same hotel and trip duration.” 

You nod, not knowing what to make of this new knowledge, but all the rummaging in your brain was instantly cut off by him.

“Do you, perhaps…” His voice turns small. “Perhaps you’d like to stick together?”

“A whole week together? You might get sick of me.”

He grins, “Well, if by chance I do, it would be totally fine. We’re most likely never going to cross paths with each other again anyway.”

You don’t know what compels you to, but you agree. 

You hope Karina would be proud of you stepping outside of your comfort zone (and trusting that some guy doesn’t offer you as human sacrifice.)

The next few days went by like a dream. 

On the second and third day, Soobin took you ziplining and leaping off waterfalls despite your protests. You remember how your heart skipped a beat at his proud, child-like grin when he got you to admit that facing your fear of heights ended up rather enjoyable. The day after, the pair of you decided to take a break from the adrenaline and wandered off to the cultural spots Cebu had to offer. You didn’t expect him to take such good shots of you, worthy enough to be posted on your wilting Instagram account. Karina had even bombarded you with question marks, asking if you’ve finally made a new friend. Imagine her shock when you sent her a selfie you had taken of the two of you, and she found out your new “friend” looks like he stepped out of a manhwa.

By the end of the fifth day of your escapades with Soobin, you had suggested trying out the beachside bars your Tiktok algorithm was raging about. It seems like Karina had magic senses, because your phone suddenly chirped with a text notification while you added finishing touches to your makeup. 

rina<3: u crack cebu boy yet?

You furrow your eyebrows at this.

: huh

: we’re FRIENDS

rina<3: and he’s ur exact type

: well yes

: but it would be weird to get in a random stranger’s pants

rina<3: dude that’s exactly why

         : u can just leave it behind

         : what happens in cebu stays in cebu type shit

         : esp if hes bad in bed 💀

: you are so…

: what if i catch something from him

rina<3: feelings?

          : oh u meant an std

          : i snooped through his instagram and mans looks bitchless anyway

          : his following list consists of league gameplay accounts and 4 of his friends

: ugh idk man

: i just 

: hes hot but

: i’d rather not put weird thoughts in my head about a dude i’m spending the remaining days with

rina<3: LMAO it’s okay i’m playing

          : just sayin u only live once

          : and i’ve prayed hard for u to finally get laid again

          : especially after ur ugly ass ex

          : and don’t tell me u haven’t snooped through his ig either

: ?

: i have but

: just out of pure curiosity

rina<3: love when u get defensive

          : u in bed alrdy? do u wanna call and catch up

          : im yearning for my best friend

: awww i’m going out

: trying the beachside bars

rina<3: oh? 👀

          : enjoy <3

          : hoping u break ur vow of abstinence

: ????

: love you

: i’ll call u tomorrow evening maybe

Karina sends a heart and a wink in response, making you smile and shake your head

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you adjust a strand of your hair and suddenly become antsy. All those talks about Soobin suddenly made you feel hauntingly self-aware. You hate to admit that you wanted to look pretty to him. Life has a way of making things fall into place so perfectly, because not long after your frustrated fussing, you hear three knocks on your door. Soobin.

You pad over, opening your door to see Soobin standing in true, awkward, painfully endearing Soobin fashion. 

His eyes fall on your face, drifting just a millisecond to your bikini-clad and sheer covered body. You barely miss the way his cheeks burn despite the cold air from your room.

“You look-” he starts, but cuts himself off. Alarms blare in your head. Look horrible? A mess? You look like you tried to get all pretty for me but absolutely failed?

“Look what?” you squeak out, voice small. He scratches his neck, as if debating what words to say. You’re painfully fretting over every possible response until he eventually mumbles something after a few beats.

“You look beautiful.”

He says it so sincerely it makes your head spin. But alas, Soobin is Soobin…

“Not in a creepy way! The color of your outfit just fits you really well. And the way you did your hair and makeup is pretty cool. And-”

You shush him, trying to calm your heart that is about to beat out of your chest, “It’s fine, Soobin. You don’t look too bad yourself.”

Awkward silence then envelopes you in the warmly lit hotel hallway, both of you not daring to meet each other’s eyes.

You were the one to break the stillness, “Let’s go?”, to which he hums in response. He looked like he had much more to say, but you don’t dare to pry him on his thoughts in fear of further straining the situation.

One thing you liked about spending time with Soobin is how the two of you go well together. Platonically, you swear. It isn’t even five minutes deep into the walk together when you’re back to telling each other mundane stories about your lives back home. Soobin whines about how he misses his dog, Tori, to which you reply “so she’s far better company than me?”, causing him to ramble in panic. You, in turn, tell him about how you don’t want to come back to office paperwork when you’ve been having the time of your life getting your feet in the sand all day. 

“I wish we could stay here forever,” he sighs, seemingly in a haze as the night breeze grazes his hair. “It’s been really fun just doing anything and everything with you.”

You take the chance to finally, actually look at Soobin. He towers over you, looking you straight in the eye like he doesn’t know your heart is about to beat out of your chest every time he does so. His hair is messy from the wind, the outline of his face perfectly chiseled by the moonlight gracing his skin.

In that moment, you know something starts shifting between your feelings and your ever-so rational mind. You can’t help it. Not when he’s looking at you like you hung up the moon. Not when his beauty is one you would only find once in a lifetime.

You’re done for.

Despite this, you push your thoughts down your throat, managing to whisper, “I’ll really miss you when we go our separate ways, you know?”

He chuckles, “Because I’m the only male friend you have that actually takes good photos of you?”

“Your words, not mine.”

He beams teasingly before adding, “I’ll miss you too. A lot.”

Suddenly confronted with the vulnerability of your words, you tear your eyes away from him and start kicking sand beneath your feet, “I don’t know why I got sappy, sorry. I still have 2 days with you.”

“It’s cute,” Soobin reassures you. As a friend would, right? You don’t want to overthink it. “I never would have thought we’d warm up to each other so fast, but maybe I was meant to meet you on this trip.”

“Just so you have someone to buy you vinegar for your jellyfish stings?”

“That, and we make quite a good pair for people who only met at the start of this week.” Your heart feels like it’s being tugged from all sides, painfully reminded of the fact that you’ve grown attached to him in such a short period of time.

Right. You really shouldn’t get too attached to someone who will be an ocean away by the following week.

Your forlorn musings are interrupted by the chants of people that cut through the bubble you and Soobin have placed yourselves in. He flashes an ever so sweet smile at you, taking your hand in his.

“You ready to get absolutely shitfaced?”

The world is spinning before your eyes.

“Sooooobieeee” you slur out, arm snugly wrapped around his. “Let’s drink more!”

You don’t know how much alcohol is flowing through your bloodstream, but it was enough for you to cling into Soobin like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. Literally. If it weren’t for him, you would have fallen face flat into the ground.

He squeaks, “No more! You’re red all over!”

“And you’re not!” you pout, “It’s like I’m the only one having fun!”

You would have thought he was starting to get sick of you if it weren’t for his grip tightening before he says, “I’m having fun. But-”

“Soobin. Soobin. I’m going to throw up.”

He mutters a profanity in his native language, dragging you up so gently and guiding you somewhere your inebriated mind couldn’t fathom. It’s only when you breathe in the stench that you piece out that he had taken you to the bathroom (more specifically, the line of people leading to it.)

“Don’t barf on me, please,” Soobin practically begs, rubbing circles on your back as you lean further into his grip, dopey smile plastered on your face as you admire him from the angle below.

“You’re really, really, reallyyyy cute, Soobie,” you squeeze the bicep you’re clinging onto, making the man shriek in surprise. “How are you even real?”

He chooses to look away from your eyes that keep raking all over him, cheeks now a carmine red. 

“I told you earlier that you didn’t look too bad yourself, but I wanted to tell you that you looked absolutely fucking beautiful. Far prettier than me. Even though I spent so long trying to look cute for you,” you stumble over your words as he keeps his hold on your waist. You don’t even notice that it was your turn to enter the bathroom when he sighs and escorts you inside, oblivious to the stares you got from stepping inside together. 

He positions you so that you’re hunched over the toilet, his annoyingly long legs folded to keep you at eye level while he bunches your hair up. As your drunkenness wills, you expel the intoxication out of your system as Soobin wipes the sweat off your face and neck. When all is done, you look at him and weakly ask for toilet paper to wipe your face with, to which he takes it upon himself to do it for you, gingerly padding over your mouth and tear-stained cheeks.

“All okay?” Soobin asks as he throws the toilet paper away and tidies up the bathroom the best he could.

“Mhm,” you purr, latching onto his arm as he opens the door, receiving pointed stares from the people witnessing you step outside together. You were all oblivious to it, wanting nothing but to curl up into the heat his body tenders. He’s silent as you stumble over your feet, and yet he traces his arm back around your waist once more.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you back.”

“But you haven’t even drank that much yet!”

“I’m not a heavy drinker.”

You sulk as he maneuvers you all the way back to your hotel room. 

When he sets you down on the bed, your frown only gets deeper. He’s immediately rummaging through your bathroom, hurriedly asking where your cleansing wipes are before you succumb to slumber, and returns to your side albeit not telling him where it was. It’s funny, really, the way you could see yourselves falling into this routine in the future. A future that seems so out of reach, if only you wouldn’t be miles away from each other when all this is done.

“Stay still,” Soobin whispers, as if terrified of breaking through the air of tenderness sifting through your hotel room. He holds your face so delicately as he drags the makeup off of your lethargic state. He’s merely inches away and yet he seems so far from your reach. 

“Soobin,” you let out, almost a pained, yearning whimper. You feel his fingers tremble against your cheek before he resumes his ministrations with a simple hum. “You’re even prettier up close.”

Maybe it’s the liquid courage. Maybe it’s all those talks with Karina. Maybe it’s the rare occurrence of you acting according to impulse– but you close the distance between the two of you, letting out a contented sigh as you feel his plump lips against yours. 

The problem is Soobin stays unmoving.

You pull away, shame overcoming the entirety of your system.

“Soobin, I’m sor-”

“Good night,” he replies curtly.

All inebriety has fallen out of the window as you lay down, pulling the sheets all over yourself. You pray this was all just a dream. That you had actually dozed off as he was busying himself on tidying the makeup off your face. 

The last thing you hear before sleep overcomes you are his faint footsteps and the clicking of your door.

page.soobin: let me know if you’re awake

                     : i bought painkillers for you

                     : i’ll come by then

It’s half past 3 in the afternoon when you awake from your slumber, groaning as you curse yourself for drinking like a maniac the previous night. You simply blink at Soobin’s texts, about to reply when you recall all the humiliation you put yourself in. 

Fuck. Fuck. You’re fucked.

page.soobin: you awake?

                     : you have read receipts on by the way

Great.

: i just woke up

: it’s fine i can manage

: you don’t have to come over

page.soobin: stop

                     : at least let me take care of you

: i’m okay, soobin

: i swear

page.soobin: i’m still dropping by

                     : elevator rn

It all happens so quickly. One second you’re grimacing at the thought of seeing him in your disheveled and oh-so dreadfully humiliated state, and the next you’re opening the door for him. He’s dressed in a baggy shirt and shorts, hair disheveled as if he’s been running his hands through it the whole while. 

“You should have gone out instead of worrying about my hungover,” you grumble under your breath, eyes not daring to land on him.

“Go out? Without you?” He says it like nothing significant happened between the two of you just hours ago.

“Yeah, I don’t know about that…”

Soobin puffs out a breath he’s been keeping for God knows how long. 

“Listen-”

“We don’t have to talk about it, Soobin. I’m really sorry. We should just forget that ever happened and just go our separate ways for the rest of our days here.”

Your mind is in shambles as he stares blankly, debating what to say next.

“Please look at me.”

You can’t deny his request when his voice sounds like it’s about to break. When your eyes meet for the first time since last night, everything just comes crashing out on you. He’s staring so intently, you fear you’ll break upon his gaze.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“That you find me beautiful,” he pauses before adding, “That you tried to look pretty for me.”

You grimace at his prodding. “Why would I not mean it?”

“You were drunk.”

“Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I’m lying.”

Just like that, another awkward silence falls upon you. You could only hear his shallow breaths, like he was holding himself back. You pray he doesn’t hear the buzzing in your brain.

“I wanted to kiss you,” he professes matter-of-factly.

“You didn’t kiss me back.”

“I didn’t want our first kiss to be of us being drunk.”

You’re dumbfounded as you took in his feverish appearance. 

“So, if you’ll let me,” he murmurs, “I’d like to have a do-over.”

This time, it wasn’t you who closed the distance between your lips. In a matter of seconds, all of you is filled with him. Soobin. Soobin, who didn’t want to make a move in fear of you not reciprocating. Soobin, who was patient enough to care for you in the most minuscule of ways. Soobin, who you have at the palm of your hand, giving you himself wholeheartedly. Soobin, who has yearned for you all this time.

His soft lips glide against yours so smoothly, his hands eventually slotting around the curve of your waist to pull you in closer. Kissing him felt like coming home. Pressed up against him is where you wanted to be forever.

Soobin pushes you to lay on the bed, with him following suit. He’s careful not to put his whole weight on you, but even so, you feel suffocated by the affection bubbling within you. He’s all yours, albeit just for this moment. 

“Soob,” you manage to mewl out against the kisses he is peppering all over your collarbone.

“You alright, baby?” The endearment is enough to make your legs buckle around his waist, wanting to pull him in closer.

“More than alright,” you gasp as he grazes his teeth against your neck, leaving love bites. “I just can’t believe you’re mine today.”

He furrows his eyebrows, halting his actions, “Today?”

“Today,” you frown. “Last full day together and we’re back to our old lives.”

His eyes soften immediately, brushing the strands of hair from your face before he speaks, “It doesn’t have to be just today. I’m yours evermore.”

“But-”

“I’ll visit you every now and then. You can show me around your hometown, and I’ll fly you out to mine,” he traces his finger against your cheek, “And then you’ll meet Tori. I swear you’ll fall in love with her. And we’ll have all the time to ourselves.”

You snicker, “Do you say that to the girls back home too?”

Soobin chuckles in response, a low humming in his chest, “Home is with you.” 

You feel like you’re going insane as you pull him in once more, so overwhelmed with the infatuation. Your kisses escalate from shy smacks to a full-blown makeout session, eliciting soft groans from the man looming above you. The way you touch each other feels as though you’re trying to memorize the feel of your bodies, your hands making their way to the skin of his chest under his shirt.

“Take it off if you want to, baby,” he prompts, half-teasing and half-desperate. You catch your breath before tugging on it, motioning for him to help you in pulling it over his head. Every part of him looks like it was sculpted by the gods so intricately. You really can’t believe he’s yours for the taking. 

“You look like you’re about to devour me,” he teases.

“I am about to devour you.”

He moans at your words, taking you aback.

“You’re into that?”

“Only if it’s you.”

You don’t know how much time passes– all you know is that your clothes ended up on the floor and he’s inching his long fingers into your heat. His eyebrows are knit as he presses each knuckle to your walls, while you are left to whimper helplessly. His pace picks up, making your face scrunch up from the pleasure.

“Soo- baby, no,” you have a death grip on his arm, trying to stop him.

“Hurts?”

“No, good,” you swivel your hips, “Just want you inside.”

He gulps, a rush of heat going straight to his groin. “Condom?”

It’s irresponsible, really. Despite having previous experiences, you’ve never done it without. You don’t know why, but your brain compels you to heave in response, “No. I want all of you.”

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

“Death by dick seems pleasurable.”

Soobin almost can’t believe the humor laced in your words when he’s about to fuck the living daylights out of you, “Don’t die on me.”

He pulls himself out of his boxers, stroking himself. He’s achingly hard, and it took everything in you not to shoot up and beg him to let you have a taste.

“Soobin, you’re huge.”

“More surface area for me to love you with.”

You were about to shoot him a cringed out look when he guided his tip to your entrance. Both your faces scrunch up in pleasure despite the lack of penetration.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Baby,” your chest heaves, “I need you. I thought I made that clear.”

He beams, a stark contrast to him starting to inch through your insides. He’s biting his lip as he holds your hips down, “You’re- fuck.”

Your brain has officially melted into a puddle when he manages to fit everything inside. He gives you time to adjust to the intrusion, pecking your face all over. You swear this is the closest thing to paradise.

And he’s not far off. You notice how his knuckles are turning white from gripping your hips so tautly, trying to ground himself.

When you give him the signal to move, Soobin swears he could almost finish from the first thrust. He’s almost whining from the all-consuming pleasure, thrusts going from the softest brushes against your walls to calculated presses against the deepest parts of you. Soon enough, you’re babbling against his collarbone, leaving your own marks on his ivory skin. He’s yours, yours, yours.

“Fuck,” Soobin sobs, “I just want to stay like this forever.”

You can’t even bring yourself to respond verbally, resorting to clenching around him. His sobs grow even louder, hips unrelenting against yours. You wish you had met back in your hometown. You wish he was easily within your reach. You wish you had the liberty of being tangled up with him for the rest of your life. You don’t want to let him go. What can you do when the only person you’ve allowed yourself to feel everything and anything for lives oceans away?

“Baby,” your voice is weak as you scratch up his back, tugging on his nape. “About to cum.”

This only eggs him on faster, now slamming his hips roughly as he chases your orgasm. “F-fuck. I-inside?”

You hum, locking your legs tighter around his waist, “Nowhere else. N-need to have a piece of you with- in me before we fly back tomorrow.”

Your words seem to do wonders for Soobin. Your orgasm hits you at the same time he spills his warmth deep inside. You would’ve teased him about how he came so much if you weren’t twitching from the aftershocks of your release. He stays inside as the two of you unwind, him drawing circles against your hips, trying to soothe it from his death grip from earlier.

“You alright?” he mumbles against your neck, lapping at it gently. You hum in response, running your fingers through his tousled hair. You lay in silence, relishing in each other’s body warmth under the covers. He kisses the top of your head from time to time, breathing in your scent.

“I smell like vomit,” you grimace.

“You smell like sex.”

You roll your eyes, “That too. But I’m too lazy to take a shower. Just want to be with you.”