#bnd x reader

This time when you pull away again, you catch the exact moment confusion shifts into realization. His eyes darken considerably, pupils blown wide as he stares at you. The hand on your back flexes, fingers pressing into your skin even through your shirt.

"Are you..." he starts, voice already rough and lower than usual. He swallows hard, and you watch his throat work. "Are you doing that on purpose?"

The barely restrained frustration in his tone sends heat pooling in your stomach. You try to look innocent, biting back a smile. "Doing what?"

Sungho’s jaw clenches, and you see his chest rise and fall with a deep breath, a familiar sign of him trying to steady himself. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just watches you with those intense dark eyes, and you can practically see him trying to maintain control.

Then slowly, deliberately, he leans back in. Both hands come up to frame your face, and the way he holds you is almost possessive. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and his eyes track the movement with an intensity that makes your breath catch.

"Don't," he murmurs, and his voice has dropped even lower. It's not a request—it's a warning. "Don't pull away again."

But of course, you do.

The sound he makes is devastating, somewhere between a groan and your name, rough and frustrated. In one smooth movement, his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling firmly in your hair. It's not painful, but definitely controlling. His other hand grips your hip hard enough that you feel the heat of his palm through the fabric.

"I'm trying," he breathes out, and you can hear how strained his voice is, "to be patient with you."

He pulls you closer—or maybe pushes himself closer, you're not sure—until there's no space between you at all. You can feel the heat radiating off him, feel his heart racing against your chest, feel the tension coiled tight in his muscles.

“But you keep—” He breaks himself off with a sharp breath, the words failing him. He leans in, resting his forehead against yours, eyes falling shut as if he needs the contact to steady himself, as if proximity is the only thing keeping him anchored. When he opens them again, the look on his face is raw, unguarded, almost desperate.  “Do you have any idea,” he asks quietly, voice strained, “what you’re doing to me?”

His hand in your hair tightens just slightly, angling your head back. The movement is controlled but barely, and you can see the exact moment his carefully maintained composure starts to crack.

"One more time," he warns, voice barely above a whisper but somehow more intense for it. His lips hover just barely above yours, so close you can feel his breath. "Pull away one more time and I won't be gentle anymore."

It should probably intimidate you, but instead it sends a thrill down your spine. You can feel him trembling slightly with the effort of restraint, can see the war between his natural control and his desire written plainly across his face.

"I'm serious," he continues, and now his lips brush against yours with every word. "I'm trying so hard to be good, to take my time, but you're making it impossible."

His hand slides from your hip to your lower back, then lower still, pulling you even more firmly against him. The kiss he gives you then is harder, more demanding, his tongue sliding against yours with clear intent. When his teeth catch your bottom lip, you gasp, and he takes full advantage, kissing you deeper until you're dizzy with it.

He pulls back just enough to speak, and his voice is absolutely wrecked. "So be good for me," he murmurs against your lips, and the please is unspoken but clear in his tone. "Stop teasing me, got it sweetheart?"

When he kisses you again, it's with single-minded focus, like kissing you is the only thing that matters in the world. His hand tightens in your hair, the other sliding under the hem of your shirt just enough that his fingers brush bare skin. The touch makes you shiver, and you feel him smile against your lips.

"That's better," he breathes, sounding almost relieved. "Much better."

This time, you don't even think about pulling away.

ˋ ⌞⋮ RIWOO .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Riwoo kisses with complete focus and surprising intensity hidden beneath a gentle exterior. His hands are soft where they rest on your waist, his lips moving against yours with careful attention, like he's trying to get every detail just right.

You almost feel bad for what you're about to do.

Almost.

When he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, you pull back just slightly. His eyes flutter open immediately, wide and confused, lips still parted. "Did I... did I do something wrong?" he asks softly, concern evident in his voice.

"No," you assure him quickly, leaning back in. "You're perfect."

He relaxes at that, a shy smile crossing his face before you kiss him again. This time he's a little more confident, his fingers curling slightly into the fabric of your shirt. You feel him sigh contentedly against your lips, and that's when you pull away again.

"Oh," he breathes out, and you can see him trying to figure out what's happening. His eyebrows furrow adorably, head tilting like he's solving a puzzle. "Are you... do you need a break? We can—"

You cut him off with another kiss, and this time you feel the exact moment he realizes what you're doing. His sharp intake of breath, the way his fingers suddenly grip your waist a little tighter, the slight tremor that runs through him.

When you pull back the third time, his reaction is completely different.

“You’re teasing me,” he says, the words barely audible, more confession than accusation. His ears have gone pink, heat creeping up his neck, but his eyes give him away—there’s a new intensity there, a shadow beneath the softness you know so well. “You're doing this on purpose.”

Before you can respond, he's leaning back in, and this time his kiss is less careful. His hands slide from your waist to your back, pulling you closer with more force than you expected from him. When your lips meet, you can feel the desperation already building in the way he kisses you—deeper, more insistent, like he's trying to keep you from pulling away through sheer determination.

But you do it anyway.

"Please," he breathes out, and the sound goes straight through you. His voice is shaky, strained. "Please don't— I can't—"

He cuts himself off, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel him trembling, feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. When you look at him, his eyes are squeezed shut, jaw clenched like he's trying to compose himself.

"This is torture," he whispers, and there's a whine in his voice that makes your stomach flip. "You're torturing me."

His hands are restless now, one sliding up your back, fingers splaying across your shoulder blade, the other moving to your hip and squeezing. You've never seen him like this—usually so controlled, so precise in his movements, now barely holding himself together.

"Riwoo," you murmur, and his eyes snap open.

The look he gives you is devastating, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and red from all the kissing, cheeks warm with colour. It’s not just desire, but a soft, aching plea tangled with a frustration you’ve never seen on him before, unfamiliar and vulnerable, like he’s losing control that it both unsettles and exposes him.

"I need—" he starts, then stops, swallowing hard. His voice drops lower, rougher. "I need you to stop pulling away. I don't... I can't think when you do that."

To prove his point, he kisses you again, and this time there's nothing gentle about it. His hand comes up to cup the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he angles your face exactly how he wants it. His other hand slips under the hem of your shirt, and the feeling of his palm against your bare skin makes you gasp.

He takes advantage immediately, deepening the kiss, and you feel him shaking with the effort of maintaining some semblance of control. His thumb traces patterns on your skin that make you shiver, and he makes this small sound in the back of his throat that's pure need.

When you start to pull back again, his grip tightens instantly.

"No," he says firmly, and the command in his voice surprises both of you. His eyes widen slightly, like he can't believe he just said that, but he doesn't take it back. "Stay. Please stay."

The "please" softens it, but there's still an edge of desperation that makes your heart race. He's looking at you like the thought of you pulling away again might actually break him.

"I'm trying so hard to be good," he confesses, voice cracking slightly. His forehead drops to your shoulder, and you can feel his breath hot against your neck. "But you keep— every time you pull away, I—"

He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, he presses a kiss to your neck, then another, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. The hand in your hair tightens, and suddenly he's pulling your head back gently, exposing more of your neck to his lips.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he murmurs against your skin, his voice dropped so low it feels almost dangerous. “To see me lose control.”

His kisses trail up your neck, along your jaw, until his lips are hovering over yours again. He's breathing hard, chest heaving, and you can see the internal war playing out across his face—the Riwoo who’s always gentle, always careful, pressed up against a need that’s sharper, more urgent, tugging insistently at his restraint.

"Well, congratulations," he whispers, and then he's kissing you again with an intensity that steals your breath. "You won."

This time when his tongue slides against yours, when his hands grip you tighter, when he presses impossibly closer, you don't even think about pulling away. You couldn't if you wanted to, not with how he's holding you, kissing you like he's been starving for it.

"No more teasing," he breathes between kisses, and it's still soft, still Riwoo, but there's steel underneath it now. "I can't take any more. Please."

And the way he says please—broken, desperate and so, so honest—makes you want to give him everything he asks for.

ˋ ⌞⋮ JAEHYUN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Jaehyun kisses like he's enjoying every second of it—which, knowing him, he absolutely is. There's a smile on his lips even as they move against yours, his hands warm and secure on your waist, thumbs tracing idle patterns that make you want to melt into him.

His hair has gotten longer recently, falling into his face as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, and you can't resist reaching up to run your fingers through it. He makes a pleased sound at that, leaning into your touch.

That's when you pull away.

His eyes open slowly, still half-lidded and hazy, a confused smile playing on his lips. "Hm?" 

You just smile innocently and lean back in, kissing him again before he can question it. He responds immediately, enthusiastically, one hand sliding up your back. But just as he's really getting into it, you pull away again.

This time, his eyes sharpen with understanding.

“Oh,” he says, the confusion easing as his smile shifts into a knowing curve. “Oh—I get it now.”

Before you can say anything, he's laughing that bright, delighted laugh of his. "You're messing with me right now. You're actually messing with me."

"I don't know what you mean," you try, but he's already shaking his head.

"Okay, okay," he says, still grinning. "So we're playing games? I love games."

He leans back in, but this time when you try to pull away, his hand comes up to cup your jaw, holding you in place firmly enough that you can't escape. His kiss is deeper this time, more purposeful, and you feel him smile against your lips.

Then he pulls away first.

"How does it feel?" he asks, voice teasing. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip as he watches your reaction with obvious amusement. "Not so fun when it happens to you, right?"

Two can play this game, apparently.

He kisses you again, and just when you're sinking into it, he breaks away with a playful smirk. "Oops."

"Jaehyun—"

"What?" He's grinning fully now, eyes sparkling with mischief. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To play around?"

His hair falls forward into his face as he leans closer, and you reach up to brush it back without thinking. His expression shifts slightly at the touch, eyes darkening just a fraction, but the smile remains.

"You keep touching my hair," he observes, voice a little lower now. "Do you like it longer?"

Before you can answer, he's kissing you again, and this time you can feel the teasing energy start to shift more intensely. His fingers tangle in your hair, mimicking your earlier action, and when you gasp softly, he makes a satisfied sound.

You pull away again—you can't help it, it's too fun—and this time his reaction is different.

"Okay," he says, and his voice has lost some of that playful edge. He runs a hand through his hair, pushing it back from his face, and you watch his jaw clench slightly. "Okay, you need to stop doing that."

"Why?" you ask innocently, and his eyes flash.

"Because," he says, leaning in close enough that his lips brush against yours as he speaks, "I'm trying really hard to play along and be fun about this, but you're making it really difficult."

His hair falls forward again, tickling your face, and he makes a frustrated sound. In one smooth motion, he reaches back and gathers his hair, tying it up into a small ponytail with the hair tie he keeps on his wrist. The movement makes his arms flex, his jaw set in concentration, and you can't help but stare.

He notices, of course. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Yeah,” he murmurs, gaze dropping to your lips. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”

He kisses you again, and with his hair out of the way, it's different—more intense, more focused. His hands grip your waist tighter, pulling you closer, and you can feel the shift in his energy. The playfulness hasn’t disappeared, but beneath it is a seriousness that wasn’t there before, an insistence that asks instead of teases, that wants instead of jokes.

When you try to pull away this time, he doesn't let you.

"Nuh-uh," he murmurs against your lips. "My turn now."

His hand slides to the back of your neck, holding you in place as he kisses you deeper. There's a confidence in the way he takes control, like he's done playing your game and has decided to start his own. His other hand slips under the hem of your shirt, palm hot against your skin, and you feel him smile when you shiver.

"See, the thing is," he says, pulling back just enough to speak, "I was having fun letting you tease me. It was cute." His thumb traces your jawline as his eyes lock onto yours. "But now I'm thinking about all the ways I could tease you back."

To prove his point, he kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. Your hands come up to grip his shoulders, and one of them tangles in his ponytail without thinking, tugging slightly.

The sound he makes is somewhere between a groan and a laugh.

"Oh, so you can pull my hair but I can't—" He doesn't finish the sentence. Instead, his hand comes up to thread through your hair, gripping gently and tilting your head back. "That's not very fair, is it?"

His lips return to your neck, kissing and biting softly, and you can feel him smiling against your skin when you gasp. “There you go,” he murmurs, lips brushing your skin. “That’s the reaction I was looking for.”

When he pulls back to look at you, his eyes are darker than before, pupils blown wide. "No more pulling away," he says, and it's not quite a command but not quite a request either. His hand tightens slightly in your hair. "You had your fun. Now let me have mine."

He kisses you again, and this time there's no teasing, no games. Just intensity, heat and the feeling of his body pressed against yours. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your back, sliding up to cup your face, back down to grip your hips.

When you instinctively try to pull back just slightly, probably out of habit more than anything, his grip tightens immediately.

"What did I just say?" he asks, but he's smiling even as he says it. He presses his forehead against yours, breathing hard. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?"

His hair tie has come slightly loose, a few strands falling free to frame his face, and without thinking you reach up to fix it. He catches your hand, bringing it to his lips instead.

"Or," he says, eyes glinting with mischief again, "you could just take it out. Since you seem so interested in my hair."

When you do, his hair falls forward, messy and perfect, and he shakes his head slightly to settle it. The movement is casual, but the way he's looking at you is anything but.

"There," he says, leaning in close again. His voice drops lower, more intimate. "Now you can touch it all you want."

And when he kisses you this time—deep, slow and purposeful, his fingers threading through your hair to mirror your touch in his—you forget all about teasing him.

You forget about everything except the way he's holding you, kissing you, like he plans to make up for every single time you pulled away.

"See?" he murmurs against your lips, and you can feel his smile. "Told you I'd be fun.”

ˋ ⌞⋮ TAESAN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Making out with Taesan is always intense. He doesn't do anything halfway. When he kisses you, it's with complete focus, like nothing else in the world exists. His hands are firm on your waist, his lips moving against yours with purpose and confidence that makes your head spin.

So really, you should've known better than to tease him.

But you do it anyway.

The first time you pull away, his eyes open slowly, dark and slightly unfocused. He doesn't say anything, just looks at you with a quiet question in his gaze. When you lean back in without explanation, he accepts it, one hand coming up to cup your jaw as he deepens the kiss.

The second time you pull away, you feel the change immediately.

His fingers tighten on your waist—not painfully, but noticeably. His eyes are sharper now when they meet yours, more alert. He's figured it out.

"What are you doing?" His voice is low, quiet, but there's an edge to it.

"Nothing," you say, but you can't quite hide your smile.

Taesan's jaw clenches. He doesn't move for a moment, just watches you with that intense gaze that always makes you feel like he can see right through you. Then, slowly, he leans back in. His hand slides from your jaw to the back of your neck, grip firm and possessive.

"Don't," he says simply, right before his lips meet yours.

This kiss is different, harder, more demanding. His tongue sweeps against yours with clear intent, his hand tightening in warning when he feels you start to pull back. But you do it anyway, breaking the kiss with a soft laugh.

The look he gives you could melt steel.

"You think this is a joke?" His voice is dangerously quiet, and the tone in his voice makes heat pool in your stomach. He's not smiling. Not even a little bit.

"Maybe a little," you admit.

Wrong answer.

In one fluid motion, Taesan shifts, and suddenly you're the one being pressed back against the couch. He's hovering over you, one hand braced beside your head, the other still gripping your hip. His hair falls forward slightly, shadowing his eyes, and the intensity of his gaze pins you in place.

"You want to play games with me?" he asks, voice still low, a controlled tone that somehow feels more threatening than if he were actually angry. "Okay. Let's play."

He leans down, but instead of kissing your lips, he goes for your neck. His mouth is hot against your skin, teeth grazing lightly before he soothes the spot with his tongue. When you gasp, you feel him smile against your throat.

"What's wrong?" he murmurs, lips brushing your skin as he speaks. "You can dish it out but can't take it?"

His hand slides under your shirt, palm flat against your stomach, and you feel him trace slow patterns on your skin. It's deliberate, teasing, and completely unfair. When you try to squirm, his grip on your hip tightens, holding you still.

"Stay," he commands softly, and the authority in his voice makes you obey without thinking.

He kisses up your neck, along your jaw, getting closer and closer to your lips but never quite getting there. When you turn your head to try to kiss him, he pulls back just enough to stay out of reach, and the smirk on his face is absolutely infuriating.

"Not so fun, is it?" he asks, voice laced with dark amusement. "Being teased?"

"Taesan—"

"What?" He tilts his head, looking at you with false innocence that doesn't match the heat in his eyes at all. "I'm just doing what you did to me. That's fair, right?"

His hand slides higher under your shirt, thumb brushing just below your ribs, and you arch into the touch without meaning to. He notices, of course. He notices everything.

"So sensitive," he observes, and there's satisfaction in his tone. His hand moves back down, tracing patterns that make you shiver. "I barely even touched you."

When he finally kisses you again, it's overwhelming. Deep and consuming, like he's trying to prove a point. His body presses close to yours, and you can feel the tension wound tight beneath his skin, the barely restrained control as he holds himself back.

You try to pull away—instinct, maybe, or maybe you just want to see what he'll do—and his reaction is immediate.

His hand flies up to grip your chin, firmly turning your face back to his. "Don't," he warns, and his voice has gone even lower, rough with frustration. "I'm not playing anymore."

There’s a dangerous edge in his gaze now, sharp enough to steal your breath. He’s always been intense, but this is different. This is Taesan with his patience worn down, his restraint fraying, control slipping just enough to show what he’s been holding back.

"You wanted my attention?" he asks, his thumb pressing against your bottom lip. "You have it. All of it. So stop running away."

He kisses you again, harder this time, almost punishing. His hand slips back into your hair, fingers curling with just enough force to steal a breath from you, and he doesn’t hesitate, using the moment to pull you closer, to deepen the kiss until the world tilts and everything feels hazy around the edges. His other hand grips your waist, thumb pressing into your hip bone hard enough that you know you'll feel it tomorrow.

"This is what you do to me," he breathes against your lips, and for the first time you hear how affected he actually is. His voice is ragged, strained. "You drive me crazy. You know that?"

His forehead drops to yours, and you can feel him trembling slightly with the effort of maintaining control. His breathing is heavy, chest heaving against yours.

"Every time you pulled away," he continues, voice barely above a whisper, "all I could think about was how to make you stay. How to make you want me so badly you couldn't even think about leaving."

He pulls back just enough to look at you, and the raw intensity in his gaze steals your breath. "So here's what's going to happen," he says, voice dropping into that commanding tone again. "You're going to stay right here. You're not going to pull away. And you're going to let me kiss you until I'm satisfied. Understood?"

It's not really a question.

When you nod, his expression softens slightly. "Good girl," he murmurs, and the praise sends warmth flooding through you.

This time when he kisses you, it's slower but no less intense. Thorough. Possessive. Like he's claiming you with every brush of his lips, every slide of his tongue. His hands roam your body with purpose, touching, gripping and holding like he's trying to memorize every inch of you.

When he finally pulls back—minutes or hours later, you've lost track—his lips are swollen and red, his eyes dark and satisfied.

"You're so pretty," he says, voice still rough. His thumb traces your jaw gently, a stark contrast to how tightly he was holding you moments ago. 

He settles beside you, pulling you against his chest, and you can still feel his heart racing. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining, and he brings it to his lips.

"Next time you want to tease me," he says quietly, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, "remember how this ended."

It's a warning and a promise all at once.

And the really dangerous part? You're already thinking about doing it again, just to see what happens.

ˋ ⌞⋮ LEEHAN .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Leehan kisses the way he does everything else—with a calm, unhurried confidence that somehow makes your heart race more than any urgency could. His hands are gentle on your face, thumbs brushing your cheekbones as his lips move against yours with patient precision.

There’s an almost meditative quality to it—how he takes his time, as if he has all day to learn the shape of your mouth. It’s the same focused attention he gives anything that holds his interest—steady, observant, fully present.

Which is exactly why you're curious to see what happens when you disrupt that carefully maintained composure.

When you pull away the first time, he doesn't react much. Just opens his eyes slowly, looking at you with that serene expression he always has, like nothing in the world could disturb his peace. He tilts his head slightly, a small questioning smile on his lips, but he doesn't say anything. Just waits.

You lean back in, and he accepts it without hesitation, picking up exactly where you left off. His kiss is deeper this time, more intentional, and you feel one of his hands slide to the back of your neck, fingers spreading through your hair.

Then you pull away again.

This time, you catch the faintest flicker in his eyes. Not confusion, not frustration, more like… focused interest. Like he’s watching an experiment unfold and quietly filing away observations.

"Interesting," he murmurs, voice still soft and even. His hand stays where it is in your hair, not gripping, just resting. "Are you testing something?"

The casual way he asks it makes you laugh. Leave it to Leehan to treat this like a curious phenomenon rather than actual teasing.

"Maybe," you admit.

He hums thoughtfully, eyes scanning your face with that focused attention he usually reserves for his fish tanks. "I see." Then, simply : "Continue."

It's such a Leehan response that you can't help but smile as you kiss him again. This time his hand tightens just slightly in your hair—barely noticeable, but you feel it. When you pull away for the third time, you're watching for his reaction.

His eyes open slowly, and there’s a shift you can’t ignore. The calm is still there, carefully maintained, but beneath it simmers a heat that hadn’t surfaced before. He looks at you for a long, deliberate moment without saying a word, and the silence feels heavy, charged, far more unsettling than anything he could have spoken.

"Three times," he observes quietly. His thumb traces your bottom lip with deliberate slowness. "You've pulled away three times now."

"Have I?" You try to sound innocent.

"Mm." His gaze drops to your lips, and you watch his jaw tighten almost imperceptibly. "You have."

He leans in again, but this time it's different. Slower. More purposeful. His eyes stay open, locked on yours until the last possible second, and when his lips finally meet yours, the kiss is deeper than before. Consuming. His hand in your hair shifts, fingers curling just enough to keep you in place without being forceful.

When you try to pull away this time, you realize you can't move far. His grip isn't painful, isn't even really tight, but it's firm. Decisive. And the message is clear : he's done letting you control this.

He breaks the kiss himself, but stays close enough that his lips brush yours when he speaks. “I’ve been patient with you,” he murmurs, voice low and even, controlled that it feels almost mesmerizing. There’s an undercurrent to it now, a quiet shift that makes your stomach tighten, that sends awareness sparking through you. His gaze stays locked on yours as he adds, just as softly, “But I think we’re past that.”

His free hand lifts to cradle your face, the touch gentle but unmistakably claiming, a quiet possessiveness threaded through the softness of the gesture. "Do you know what happens when you test someone's patience?" he asks, and it's clearly rhetorical because he continues without waiting for an answer. "You find out exactly how much control they actually have."

He kisses you again, and this time there's no mistaking the intensity behind it. It's still controlled, still measured, but you can feel the restraint it's taking. His tongue slides against yours with clear intent, and the hand on your face angles your head exactly where he wants it.

"I have a lot of patience," he murmurs against your lips. "But even I have limits."

When his hand slides down from your face to your throat, his thumb against your pulse point, you gasp softly. You feel him smile.

"Your heart is racing," he observes, voice still that same quiet, almost clinical tone. But his thumb traces circles on your neck that are anything but clinical. "Interesting. Are you nervous?"

You shake your head, and his smile grows slightly.

"No? Then what?" His eyes search yours with genuine curiosity, edged with a darker intent. "Excited? Anticipating what I'll do next?"

He’s analyzing you even now, reading every reaction—and somehow that makes it worse.

"Let me tell you what I think," he says, leaning in close enough that his breath fans across your lips. "I think you wanted to see what would happen if you pushed me. You wanted to know what I'd be like when I stop being patient."

His hand tightens just slightly around your throat—not restricting, just present, just enough to remind you it's there. "Would you like to see?"

Before you can answer, he's kissing you again, and it's completely overwhelming. Still controlled, still measured, but intense in a way that makes your head spin. His hand stays on your throat, feeling every gasp, every quickening of your pulse, while his other hand finally releases your hair to slide down your back.

When he pulls you closer, you can feel his heart beating against your chest, faster than usual but still steady.

"You're not pulling away now," he notes, pulling back just enough to speak. There's satisfaction in his tone, quiet but unmistakable. "Why is that?"

His hand slides under your shirt, palm flat against your lower back, and the skin-to-skin contact makes you shiver. He notices immediately, of course he does. He notices everything.

"Cold?" he asks, but there's a knowing look in his eyes that says he knows exactly why you shivered, and it has nothing to do with temperature.

"Leehan—" you start, but he cuts you off with another kiss, this one somehow even deeper than the last.

"Shh," he soothes between kisses, hand moving in slow circles on your back. "No more talking. No more pulling away. Just focus on this."

When his hand slides higher up your back, fingers tracing your spine, you arch into him without meaning to. His other hand tightens on your throat in response just for a second, just enough to make you gasp, before relaxing again.

"See?" he murmurs, and there's a smugness in his tone now. "You're much better when you stay still. When you let me do what I want."

He kisses along your jaw, down to your neck, and you feel his teeth graze your skin lightly. "I could do this for hours," he says conversationally, like he's commenting on the weather. "Just finding all the spots that make you react. Learning exactly what you like."

"But first," he says, pulling back to look at you again, "you're going to stay right here and let me kiss you properly. No more games. No more pulling away." His thumb brushes across your throat, feeling your pulse jump. "Can you do that for me?"

It's phrased as a question, but the look in his eyes makes it clear there's only one acceptable answer.

When you nod, his smile is small but genuinely pleased. "Good," he says softly, leaning in again. "That's very good."

And when he kisses you this time—slow, deep and absolutely devastating—you understand exactly what he meant about patience. Because Leehan doesn't rush anything. He takes his time, thorough and methodical, until you forget you ever wanted to pull away in the first place.

Until all you can think about is how to get him to never stop.

ˋ ⌞⋮ WOONHAK .ᐟ⌝ ˎˊ˗

Kissing Woonhak is sweet and a little clumsy in the most endearing way. He's still figuring things out, but he makes up for any lack of experience with sheer enthusiasm. His hands rest nervously on your waist, and you can feel how fast his heart is beating when you're this close.

So of course, you decide to make it worse for him.

The first time you pull away, his eyes fly open immediately, wide and startled like a deer in headlights. "Wait, what— did I mess up?" His voice pitches up slightly in panic. "Was that bad? I can do better, I promise, just—"

"You're fine," you assure him with a laugh, leaning back in before he can spiral further.

He relaxes instantly, shoulders dropping as he lets out a relieved breath. "Okay, okay good, because I've been practicing— I mean, not practicing, but like, thinking about— you know what, never mind." His ears are already bright red as he kisses you again, and you can feel him smiling against your lips.

That's when you pull away the second time.

"Okay, what—" He blinks at you, confused. Then his eyes narrow slightly in suspicion. "Wait. Are you doing that on purpose?"

You try to keep a straight face. "Doing what?"

"THAT!" He gestures wildly between you. "The pulling away! You're messing with me right now!"

When you don't deny it, his mouth drops open in betrayal. "Oh my god, you ARE! I can't believe— I was so worried I was doing something wrong!"

"You weren't," you say, grinning now.

"Then why—" He stops, processing, and then his expression shifts between embarrassment and indignation. "You're TEASING me? Seriously?"

He runs both hands through his hair, laughing in disbelief. "I'm already so nervous and you're just— wow. Okay. That's how we're playing this?"

Before you can respond, he's leaning back in with renewed determination. "Fine. You know what? I'm not gonna let it get to me. I'm just gonna— we're just gonna kiss and it's gonna be great and you're not gonna—"

You pull away again.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?" His voice cracks spectacularly, and he falls back against the couch dramatically, covering his face with his hands. "This is torture! Actual torture! I'm being tortured!"

You're laughing now, and he peeks at you through his fingers. "You think this is funny? My heart can't take this kind of stress! I'm too young!"

"You're so dramatic," you say, but you're smiling.

"I'M dramatic?" He sits back up, pointing at you accusingly. "You're the one playing mind games! Do you know how hard it is to focus when you keep— when you—" He gestures vaguely, too flustered to finish the sentence.

His whole face is red now, and he's fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "Every time you pull away, I think I did something wrong and my brain just goes—" He makes an explosion sound effect with his hands. "Like that. Complete malfunction."

"Want me to stop?" you ask, taking pity on him.

"YES! No! I don't know!" He groans, flopping against the couch again. "This is so confusing. You're so confusing. Why are you like this?"

After a moment of internal crisis, he sits back up with a determined look. "Okay. Okay, I'm gonna try one more time, and you have to promise not to pull away because I don't think my heart can handle it."

"I promise," you say, and he eyes you suspiciously.

"Really?"

"Really."

He studies your face for a long moment, clearly trying to determine if you're trustworthy. Finally, he nods. "Okay. But if you do it again, I'm— I don't know what I'll do, but it'll be something! A consequence! There will be consequences!"

The threat would be more effective if his voice wasn't shaking slightly and if he didn't look absolutely adorable while making it.

When he leans in this time, he's extra careful. His hand comes up to cup your face gently, and he pauses just before your lips meet. "You promised," he whispers, and for all the control in his posture, there’s a fragile note beneath it, almost pleading, almost vulnerable.

"I promised," you confirm.

This kiss is different—slower, more confident now that he's not worried about you disappearing. His other hand finds yours, fingers intertwining and squeezing like he's anchoring himself. When you don't pull away, you feel him relax completely, even smiling against your lips.

After a few moments, he pulls back himself, and the smile on his face is so bright and genuine it makes your heart squeeze. "See? We can do this! When you're not being evil, we're actually really good at this!"

"Evil is a strong word," you laugh.

"You literally tortured me for fun," he points out, but he's grinning now. "That's pretty evil. I'm dating a villain."

He's still holding your hand, thumb tracing patterns on your skin, and the simple affection of it is so Woonhak it makes you smile.

"Don't do that again though," he says quietly. "My heart rate still hasn't gone back to normal. I think you took years off my life."

"So dramatic," you repeat.

"So mean," he counters, but he's leaning in again anyway, bumping his nose against yours playfully. "You're lucky you're cute."

"You think I'm cute?"

"Don't fish for compliments, you already know you are," he mumbles, ears going red again. "Now can we please just kiss like normal people? No more games?"

And when you agree, his relieved sigh is so loud and exaggerated that you can't help but laugh against his lips.

Even as he kisses you again—sweet, enthusiastic and unmistakably Woonhak—he pulls back every few seconds just to check that you're still there, like he doesn't quite trust that you won't disappear again.

"Just making sure," he explains each time, and honestly? It's perfect.

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wrap his hand around your waist to guide you

"I'm sure I showed you yesterday, Sungho," you argue gently as you walk around a store, looking for a specific sweatshirt.

You really wanted to buy it for him, for no particular reason besides that it would look great on him, but he just couldn't remember what it looked like. He lets you, not having the heart to tell you it was nothing since this you were so invested.

You were making your way to the man's part when you took your phone out of your pocket without stopping in a corner.

"I'll find it quickly, wait," you muttered in your beard.

"Go on," his voice is soft at your focus state, and there's a sweet smile on his lips.

His hand wrapped immediately around your waist, bringing you a little closer to him as he guided you through the store. His pace slowed down and he became more conscious of his environment so you wouldn't accidentally bump into something or someone.

You're too focused to realize it at first, but when you finally show him your phone again, you can feel the firm grip he has on you and your heart skips a beat.

"Ah this one ! It's really pretty yeah, I'd love it actually," he smiled down to you, not realizing the effect he actually had on you one bit.

he's good with kids

Sungho was waiting for you to come out of the restroom with your half-cold coffee in hand before you two could go on with your shopping day. It’s been planned for a while now, but since he was really busy with uni, you had to wait some more.

He was scrolling on his phone before something moving in front of him caught his attention. Looking up, his eyes fell on a little girl walking around in front of the coffee shop next to him, holding on her red dress tightly as her eyes kept darting around too fast to seem normal. Frowning a little, to put his phone in his pocket as he takes the few steps separating him from her, before crouching down in front of her.

“Hey there, are you alone ? Where’s your mom ?” he asked gently, putting on a reassuring smile despite being worried.

She simply shook her head, her face suddenly turning into a deep frown before falling into his arms with tears in her eyes. Her small hands clinging to his shirt made his heart sink, as he held her without a second thought.

"You're alright, you're alright," he sooth gently, rubbing her back, hoping she'll stop crying.

“Sungho ?” Turning around as your worried voice reached his ears, he managed her weight with one arm so he wouldn’t spill your drink, and walked to you.

“She was walking alone so I checked but she lost her parents,” he explained quickly, giving you your coffee back before holding her properly.

Your heart skipped a beat when he held her tighter, pushing her hair away from her face while tilting his head lightly, checking on her silently. His voice was softer than you’ve ever heard and for a second, you couldn’t help but think he’ll be a great father.

“We should walk her to the security post and wait with her,” you said finally, ignoring the pounding of your heart at the sight of your boyfriend with a baby girl in his arms, stroking her cheek sweetly instead.

What you didn’t know was that it had the same effect on him.

Lee Sanghyuk – Riwoo

fix your jewelry

“I’m so anxious and for what, huh ?” you complained, trying to stay still in your seat as Riwoo drove you to work this morning. You wake up late to go with the bus, so he offered to drive you there so you didn’t have to rush.

“You have a big day in front of you, cut yourself some slack,” he tried to calm your nerves down by taking your hand, but it didn’t seem to work as well as both of you’d like.

Your whole day was planned with big meetings, with various investors so the brand you work for could extend itself on the market. You’re not even sure you’ll have time to eat and you had to wake up late on top of that ? You were cursed.

Parking in front of your company, you took a deep breath before turning towards him one last time, flashing him your best puppy eyes.

“Do I look ok ? Is my makeup fine ? Be honest, I can still fix it –”

He moved before you could finish your sentence. Slowly, he fixed your necklace that might have turned around in the rush, then placed a strand of hair behind your ear so the pretty pair of earrings you had on was now showing. Your heart stopped for a second, you were sure of it, and now your cheeks were burning under the thick layer of makeup. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, your breath getting caught in your lungs as he smiled at you. Brushing his knuckles against your cheek on the way back, he flashed you a content smile.

“You look amazing, don’t be too hard on yourself today,” he mumbled before leaning in and leaving a kiss on your lips.

Grabbing his face more roughly than you intended, you kissed him again. “I love you,” you said against his lips before taking your bag and exiting the car, not without thanking him one last time.

rub his chin when he doesn’t understand something

Sitting on the couch next to him, you’ve been trying to explain to him how you build your character for the last 10min, but that didn’t seem to get through his skull. He was frowning at your phone like it told him to call a waiter, one of his hands holding his face frustratingly.

“I don’t get it,”, he said plainly as his fingers ran over his soft skin, rubbing his chin once again.

A bubbly giggle left your lips. “Yeah, I can tell. See, if you take this artifact…”

He asked you because he was curious and wanted to know more about this game you talked so much, so you did your best for him to understand what was going on, but he seemed so upset about it, it made your heart jump in your chest.

It was a whole, the fact that he clicks his tongue, how he rubs his chin over and over as he focuses on your fingers running around the screen, his frown deepening as he titles his head – god, he is gonna be the end of you.

“I can’t do this,” you say out of the blue, leaving your phone next to you before grabbing his face and kissing him deeply.

Pushing him down on the sofa with you, his breath hitched at first, but he didn't waste a second before his hands found your waist, kissing you with the same need you showed him.

“All of that ?” he asked sarcastically when you pulled away to catch your breath, making you blush.

“Shut it,” you cut him off, kissing him again, but he certainly wouldn’t argue with that.

remember details

You couldn’t hide your smile as Riwoo sat across from you at a restaurant. There wasn’t any occasion, you just mentioned being too tired to cook over the phone as you stepped out of work so he invited you for diner. It was nothing big, a casual restaurant the two of you go often, but it warmed your heart anyway.

“What is it ?” he asked, a little nervous as you kept on smiling.

“Nothing, I’m just happy to eat with you,” you said with a small shrug, waiting for your order.

The date goes smoothly, jumping topics between work and what is going on between your boss and his secretary, to his dance classes, or even what Taesan did last night to get him screaming over the phone. The wait between the courses is filled with small gasps and giggles, so neither of you bother the table behind you, but still enjoy your time together.

When your main course arrived, your eyes widened happily as you clapped your hands together and started eating without a second thought while coming back to your boss’ affair. You got cut by Riwoo picking his chopstick and removing the tomato from your plate without a word, still listening to you talking when he ate it before sitting back in his seat.

His eyes locked with yours as you stopped talking, so he gestured to you to go on with a quick nod, not knowing your heart just fluttered at how nonchalantly he just picked what you hate from your dish.

“Thank you,” you muttered, looking at your plate all flushed now as he giggled at your reaction.

“It’s not even the first time I do this,” he commented as he started eating himself.

You didn’t answer because he was right, it wasn’t, yet, it never fails to make your heart skip a beat and start beating faster.

Myung Jaehyun

Drive with one hand

Parking right in front of the store you work at, it doesn't take you more than a minute to get in the car, sighing deeply as you sit heavily next to him.

"Sorry I'm late," Jaehyun says, checking you from head to toe to see if you stayed too long under the rain or not.

"No it's fine, thanks for driving me home," you said quietly, feeling all the stress and tiredness falling on your shoulders.

"Always."

Laying deep into your seat, you watch the busy traffic with tired eyes. None of you talk, you rarely do when you clock out of work – too tired after spending the whole day forcing smiles. Jaehyun never minded, sometimes he filled the silence, sometimes not. Tonight he doesn't.

Instead, it’s the playlist he made for you that does, playing all the way back to your shared apartment and he simply hums along with it. His cheek is resting against his hand, laying on the edge of the window. He only had one hand on the wheel as he waited for the green light.

He seems bored, but who wouldn't be – he had a long day on his side too. You can't help but stare at him instead of the traffic, a dreamy smile on your face. Your confident boyfriend shatters under your gaze after he locks eyes with you, a shy smile creeping to his lips.

"What ?" he giggles nervously as he starts driving again.

"Nothing, you're just hot," you say without a second thought at first, then you feel your cheeks heat up.

"I'm not," he sighed but you can tell the compliment went straight to his heart.

You're both flustered, Jaehyun’s hiding his mouth with his free hand and you're back to look through the window, but with a happy smile on your lips.

arch a brow when he’s unimpressed

You didn’t know what was up with this guy, but you surely didn’t want to find out. You didn’t give him a second thought when you came to order two more drinks for you and Jaehyun so he didn’t have to leave the conversation he had going on, but maybe you wished he went instead. That guy was talking to you with a smirk tug on the corner of his lips, laying – supposedly – nonchalantly on the counter while you waited for your drinks, and you hated it. Not that you answered him even once, but he kept on pushing on your arm so you would give him the attention he was begging for.

Clicking your tongue, you were about to finally tell him to fuck off when a hand landed on your waist. Pulling you behind him without even opening his mouth, Jaehyun titled his head to the guy, his silent way to ask him what was going on. Your heart started racing in your chest at how protective he gets and so quickly. One of his hands was still extended toward you protectively, making your breath hitch but you hold back from holding it now.

“Who the fuck are you ? I was about to bring her home,” he clearly had one too many drinks and wasn’t impressive at all, making Jaehyun arch a brow.

“Sure, I’d like to see that happen,” he replied dangerously low, before turning around without another word for him.

Instead, his arm wrapped around you who were already holding both your drinks and walked you back to your table. A long sigh left his lips as he held you closer, leaning his head into yours.

“I’m going next time, hum ?” he almost pleaded in your ear.

You nodded, but honestly, you wouldn’t mind being flirted with if you get to see this hot side of him every time.

when his voice get deeper

Coming out of the shower, Jaehyun crashed on the bed next to you without a word but a deep sigh – you swore he just emptied his lungs. Leaving your phone to the side, you rolled closer to him.

“Tired baby ?” you asked softly, your hand finding his back to rub small circles on his soft, still hot from the shower skin.

“Yeah,” he sighed, his voice deep in fatigue, and your stomach did a flip.

You’re very much aware of the effect his deep voice has on you, and when he’s tired, he can’t really force his voice higher like he’s used to, making your heart beats faster. Moving swiftly after a second, you sat on his lower back with your hands already laying on his shoulders.

“How about a massage ?” you asked gently, pushing on the knot in his tensed shoulders, winning a deep, guttural groan.

“You’re an angel,” he commented breathy, relaxing under your touch.

You tried to ignore how deep any sounds coming from him are as you worked your fingers skillfully on his muscles, you really did but there’s so much you can take from him being topless under you – and making such noises at the same time.

Leaving a kiss between his shoulder blades, you sat back next to him while he lifted his face from the pillow, puzzled. He’s about to ask something when your hands grab his shoulders, turning him around quickly so he lays flat on his back.

“Babe ?” his voice is slightly higher, but it can’t be helped now as you sat on his pelvis.

“Maybe I can help you relax in another way now,” you offered, bending over until your lips brush against his without really kissing him.

A breath moaned left his lips before capturing yours for real, his hands already going up to grab the fat of your hips.

Han Dongmin – Taesan

gently manhandle you

"Careful baby," he whispered behind you as his hands grabbed your waist, pushing you gently to the side so he could open the drawer.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat as he moves you around so easily, making your heart beats faster. He barely had to put in the effort, too focus on making breakfast for the both of you as you prepared some coffee.

He wasn't even looking your way, still groggy about his early wake up but you couldn't help but stare longer than you realized. A smirk tugged on his lips as he stole a look at you.

"You're staring," he said nonchalantly, almost making you huff at him.

"It's nothing."

It wasn't really a lie, he does this all the time – it just works on you every time.

"If you say so," he shrugged casually, dressing the two plates. That's when you realized he knew very well what he was doing.

tilt his head and frown slightly when he doesn’t understand something

It's not unusual for the both of you to stay in the same room, doing your own things, without exchanging a word for hours. During that time, you can't help but stare at him from time to time and notice how tight his expression is when he's working.

When things don't go his way, he frowns lightly, knotting his eyebrows together tightly as he tilts his head to the side. Sometimes a deep sigh left his lips and you have to close your eyes because oh, how fucked you are.

"You're hot when you're troubled," you said absently, ignoring how down bad that sounds.

It took him out of his mind, straightening his back quickly. "What ?"

"You frown and tilt your head," you explained gently, imitating him as your eyes now locked with his. "That's hot."

He can't help the chuckle leaving his lips, nor the shy yet satisfied smile stretching on them as he shook his head.

"Thank you, I guess," he tries to sound nonchalant, but you can see the tip of his ears are red.

"You're welcome baby."

And you're very satisfied about it.

Leans in when he can’t hear you

The night was going well, he doesn't regret coming in the end, even though he wasn't really down to follow you at your friend's birthday at first. Talking with another guest that happened to have the same interests as him, Dongmin still makes sure to have an eye on you, being only a few steps away.

It was noisy, the rather small room was full of people walking around, talking and laughing at each other, so much he couldn't even hear the guy in front of him clearly.

He doesn't miss you when you make your way to him, a complicated look on his face. He's all ears within a second, dropping his conversation without a second thought to listen to you instead.

"Say, I really..." you started, but he can't figure what you're telling with the noises around.

Leaning in a little so you're closer to his ear, his hand finds your arm instinctively and your heart jumps in your chest. He's so tall compared to you, it actually surprised you to see him leaning in so much.

"Hum ?"

As your heart skipped a beat, you gulped hard to focus back on what you were saying, but your mind went blank for a second. So instead you shook your head and found your way in his arms, ignoring the guy's reaction as you hid your face in his chest.

"What baby ?" He chuckled, leaning in again so he talks to your ear. His hand now rests protectively on your waist.

"Nothing, I forgot. It wasn't important," you muttered, not over how down bad you are for him.

Lee Donghyun – Leehan

wet his lips

You've been looking at Donghyun for the last 10 minutes, and you were genuinely going nuts. He, without exaggeration, wet his lips at least 20 times and it was driving you crazy. You know he was just so busy, he didn’t notice he kept on doing it. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice it.

It left a glossy finish on his lips, all you wanted to do was to kiss him. Whatever you were doing on your phone was long forgotten as you couldn’t focus on it anymore. Leaving it on your lap, you sat up and grabbed his face gently so he would look at you. Surprise is written all over his face when he looks at you, the fish video still playing on his phone.

“You need to stop doing that,” you warned playfully, now making him frown.

“Stop what ?”

“Wetting your lips all the time,” you answered quickly, your finger tapping his lips twice. “They’re gonna get dry.”

And you were gonna lose your mind.

“You need to be more careful,” you nagged gently before leaving a kiss on his lips, feeling them stretched into a smile against yours.

“You’re always sharing your lip balm with me, so I think I’m ok,” he replied proudly, now taping your lips to prove his point.

stare at you when you’re not looking

Leehan has been silent for what felt like too long now. Not that he was the especially talkative type in the first place, but when it's the two of you in his room, he can give you random information before coming back to his things without a second glance. This hasn't happened in a long time.

Lifting your eyes up from your computer, searching for him – you locked eyes with him as he was already staring at you. Your heart flutters at the focus look on his face, as if he was studying your face a second ago so he could answer any exams if he needed to. He does that a lot, and it never fails to make your heart beat faster, or hard to breathe for a second.

"You're staring again," You said quietly, forgetting your laptop for a second.

"Hum, you're pretty," he answered mindlessly, his eyes falling to your lips for a second before locking up to you again.

"No, not right now," you chuckled unamused, pointing at your pajamas and messy hair.

"Yes right now," he argued, moving next to you in his bed. "I decide." He added, leaving a quick kiss on your lips, before crashing down next to you like a big cat.

talks about his interest

Sitting next to Leehan, your head rested on his shoulders as he pointed you at his fishes swimming around their tank. He was explaining to you the time it took for the aquarium to be ready, and you really tried your best to focus on that, but his voice was so slow and deep with fatigue, your mind kept drifting away.

Your eyes were fixed on his reflection on the glass of the tank instead of following his finger, drinking the words falling from his lips as your heart gets warmer. How did you manage to pull such a nerdy, yet hot boyfriend ? You ask yourself everyday what the Gods make.

His hair was falling on his face, hiding his eyes slightly, but he didn't move away as his head was resting on top of yours. A faint smile pushed the corner of your lips.

"You're really amazing," you muttered gently, nuzzling yourself in his neck.

"Am I?" he asked in a small chuckle.

"Hum, you know so much, i love listening to you," you confessed, still smiling but his way now as you looked up to him.

"You don't get bored?"

"Never," you shook your head. "It's hot."

You feel him tested under your touch.

"You think so ?" he asked then, a little hesitant but you could feel the smile in his voice.

You simply nodded, before encouraging him to go on, before he focused on it too much and made a comment that would make your heart explode.

Kim Woonhak

pock his cheek with his tongue when he’s focus

Pulling an all nighter to prepare for an exam the next morning wasn’t a first for you, in fact, it happened more than you’d like to admit, but it was a first with someone by your side. Your new boyfriend decided to stay with you through it this time, working on his own stuff on the other side of the room.

When 4 in the morning hit, your body was so tired, you couldn’t help but lay on your table for a second – doing your best from closing your eyes because you knew it was done if you did. Instead your eyes wandered around the room until they laid on Woonhak sitting on your couch, his laptop on his lap and his headset on. He didn’t move for the last hours as well, so focus on his laptop he didn’t even glance your way during this time. You checked.

Your mind slowed down as you took in every detail about his face. His hair almost falling in his eyes, the small acne scars forming a constellation on his cheek, how he pouted when he’s bothered – he was too cute to be true, even when he looked serious like this. That’s what you thought until his tongue poked the inside of his cheek before clinking it, and a deep sigh left his lips.

You must be more tired than you think because this made your stomach twist and woke you up like cold water. Your eyes widened and you had to clear your throat to keep you from staring. You suddenly moving around caught his attention and he moved one side of his headset to hear you.

“Tired baby ? You’re going to bed ?” his voice’s deep with tiredness but he doesn’t flinch, still focused on his work.

“No I’m fine,” you muttered before sitting up straight. “Just needed a small break.”

“Hum, ok. You’re doing great,” this time, he looked at you and smiled, he was so tired, it was written all over his face, and yet your cute thoughts about him vanished away with your fatigue.

Now you want to be done with your revision and get all his attention instead. That will wait for tomorrow.

run his hand through his hair

Woonhak doesn't like it when his hair starts getting too long. It keeps on falling in his eyes, annoying him to the point where if he doesn't go to the hairdresser within a week, he might just cut it himself in his bathroom with kitchen scissors.

You, on the other hand, really like it. Because he sounds extra hot when he's annoyed, and the way he keeps on running his hand through his hair really works on you.

"I'm so done with this," he groaned under his breath as he pushed it away again.

He fell dramatically on your laps with a deep sigh, his hand now covering his eyes. Gently, your hand started running through his hair in a hopeless attempt to make him change his mind.

"But it looks good on you," you coo, caressing his skin softly as well.

"It's so annoying, I really can't keep it like this," he goes on, shaking his head as he looks up to you with pleading eyes.

"You look hot though," you added quietly, hoping your arrow will land where you want it to.

His eyes widened slightly before he chuckled your comment away, hiding his face in your belly. Only then you noticed how red his ears got.

"Don't say stuff like that," he whispered, and you could feel the mess going on in his mind. "I might keep them like this."

A big smile stretched on your lips as you bent over to pepper his face with kisses.

"I would live for this."

whisper in your ear

The party was getting boring, and you hated your friend for leaving early because she had an exam next morning – as if she didn’t used to go to exams with two hours of sleep and the equivalent of her weight in alcohol in her system. Laying against the doorway between the living room and the kitchen, you were stuck staring at people playing spin the bottle as you refused to join since you were taken.

The music wasn’t loud enough, the beer tasted awful and you were hungry – it clearly won’t be your most memorable night. Or it would, but as the worst ever. Sipping on your beer anyway, you flinched when someone stopped next to you before catching the cologne you know too well. Leaning in, Woonhak lips brushed your ear, making your heart jump.

“Not enjoying it ?” he whispered in your ear, his arm wrapping around your waist as he does.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the warm feeling twisting your stomach into knots slowly as he leaned into your shoulder, his nose now brushing your hot skin. A chuckle left his lips as he held you close to his body, and that’s all you needed to know he was tipsy and bored.

“Wanna go home ?” he asked in your ear again, leaving a kiss on your temple. “I agree it kinda sucks.”

“Taesan won’t mind ?” you asked quietly, watching your common friend you came with kissing a girl around the circle.

“Who cares, he seems busy anyway,” he replied quietly, and for once, you don’t really mind leaving a friend behind.

⠀ ────⠀ PARK SUNGHO

Absolutely adores it, feeling you around his length makes him feel so close to you, it’s very intimate for him.

I don’t see him using it as a punishment, it kills him to deny you pleasure, so at most it’s just an act for you both to relax but also be intimate at the same time.

The sweetest boyfriend ever, praises you, kisses your shoulder and holds you close. and always makes sure you’re comfortable no matter what.

Mostly for when you both are sleepy too, he loves to lazily kiss you while you grind your hips down onto him ever so slightly, also adores those droopy eyes you have while looking at him.

⠀ ────⠀ LEE SANGHYEOK

I don’t see him necessarily enjoying cock warming, and probably would only use it as a punishment. (dom riwoo drools)

He’ll force you to sit still on his cock, whispering the dirtiest things in your ear that makes you clench around him. (making him whimper but he’ll punish you for longer if you tease him about it.)

Smacks your ass if you try to grind your hips down on him, and savors the little gasp you let out.

In the end he gets too needy, and you end up riding him until you’re both milked dry.

⠀ ────⠀ MYUNG JAEHYUN

also isn’t a fan of cock warming imo… he’s so desperate to feel you clench around him while he pumps his length in and out of you. Just sitting while your walls hug him to perfectly would kill him.

Which also makes it a perfect way to punish him.. wink wink nudge nudge, he’ll be whining like a sad puppy under you, gripping your hips while trying to make you grind down onto him, when you don’t budge he’ll just complain more.

Kiss him to shut him up, please because he won’t until you give him what he wants. He melts into you instantly and almost forgets how hard he is.

Don’t give into his puppy eyes or you’ll give him an ego boost!! (It’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do)

⠀ ────⠀ HAN DONGMIN

Definitely into it, but unlike popular opinion he’d like it when it’s soft.. like sungho he finds it so intimate and even uses it to focus on work.

He’ll call you over the studio when it’s late and he can’t seem to put his mind to the music. Once you sit on his cock his brain practically does a 180 and he locks in.

Please pepper kisses on his neck and face too, he’ll be putty in an instant. Your lips tickling his skin and your warmth around him puts him at ease.

Usually ends with gentle sex when you’re both done with the work you needed to get done.

⠀ ────⠀ KIM DONGHYUN

The type to be into whatever your kinks are, and most likely wouldn’t think about cock warming until you bring it up to him, but would so use it to his advantage after.

Such a tease once you get desperate only a few minutes in, your hips roll against him, but he doesn’t stop you, only says “I thought you wanted this? What happened pretty?”

You keep still for the sake of not poking a hole in your ego, but he doesn’t let you off the hook. He makes it so hard for you not to just start bouncing on his cock. His hands ro your body, his mouth littering marks all over your neck and chest, biting down on your most sensitive places.

Forget the cock warming at the end he’s a moaning mess under you, his teasing got a bit too much for you..

⠀ ────⠀ KIM WOONHAK

Like Riwoo, he’d use it as a punishment AND be into it. He loves watching you squirm on top of him, pleading in his ear. It only makes him harder.

Move more than once and he will refuse to give you what you want in the end. (Of course unless you give him those eyes that make him fold instantly, he is not a strong soldier.)

Acts clueless when you beg for him to move, he tilts his head like a curious puppy as tears well up in your eyes from how needy you are.

Kisses your cheeks as tears roll down, shushing you as you sniffle. (Another way to make him fold, he can’t stay mean for long..)

a/n : SORRY FOR THE SHORTER LENGTH WITH THESE HCS.. Your girl is a little busy with uni. I hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

They laughed when you got dramatic over tiny inconveniences. They listened when you rambled about a movie theory nobody asked for. They let you explain random facts you’d learned at two in the morning from some questionable internet rabbit hole.

And honestly?

You liked that about yourself.

You liked being passionate. You liked caring loudly.

So maybe that was why it hurt more than it should’ve when the newest addition to the friend group sighed softly halfway through your story and said,

“Can you maybe let other people talk too?”

The words weren’t even harsh.

Her tone was polite. Calm. Casual.

But it still felt like someone had poured cold water directly over your head.

The entire table went quiet for a split second.

Not long enough for anyone to acknowledge it.

Just long enough for everyone to hear it.

Then conversation resumed almost immediately, awkwardly stumbling forward as if nothing had happened.

You felt your smile strain at the corners.

“Oh,” you laughed quietly. “Yeah. Sorry.”

And just like that, you shut up.

You stopped talking mid-thought. Stopped adding onto conversations. Stopped interrupting yourself with excited little side tangents. Even when people directly asked you things afterward, your answers stayed short.

The worst part was how painfully aware you suddenly became of your own voice.

Every time you almost spoke, your chest tightened.

Were you talking too much again?

Were people secretly annoyed all the time?

Did they only tolerate you because they felt bad?

You hated how quickly your brain spiraled.

So instead of risking it, you stayed quiet, and apparently nobody noticed.

Well.

Nobody except him.

Later that evening, the apartment door opened and Taesan walked in.

The atmosphere shifted almost immediately.

Maybe it was because Taesan naturally carried himself like someone impossible not to notice. Tall frame wrapped in an oversized black hoodie, dark hair slightly messy from the wind outside, rings glinting against his fingers as he pushed the door shut behind him.

Or maybe it was because your stupid heart still reacted to him like it hadn’t learned better yet.

“Finally,” Leehan groaned. “You’re late.”

Taesan snorted. “I brought food. That cancels out the lateness.”

“It absolutely does not.”

“It literally does.”

Everyone started talking over each other immediately.

Taesan laughed under his breath while slipping off his shoes, and then his eyes found you almost instantly.

Always.

It didn’t matter how many people were in a room.

His attention somehow landed on you first every single time.

Your chest squeezed painfully.

You forced a smile before he made his way over, setting the takeout bags down on the table first before dropping onto the couch beside you.

“Hi,” he murmured.

“Hi.”

He leaned down automatically to kiss your cheek.

Usually you’d immediately start talking after that.

You’d tell him something random before he could even settle properly. Maybe about the weird guy you saw earlier, or how Hana almost burned the garlic bread, or some ridiculous thing you read online.

Instead, you stayed quiet.

Taesan pulled back slowly. His brows furrowed almost instantly. There it is, you thought miserably.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

He greeted everyone else casually, fell into the rhythm of the conversation for maybe five minutes, but you could feel him glancing at you every few seconds.

Studying you.

By the sixth glance, you couldn’t even focus on the conversation anymore.

Then he leaned closer.

“You’re quiet,” he said softly enough that only you could hear. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head immediately.

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

You even smiled a little to make it convincing.

It didn’t work on him for even half a second.

Taesan stared at you for another moment before narrowing his eyes slightly.

“You sure?”

“Mhm.”

“You’ve said maybe six words since I got here.”

You shrugged.

“I’m just tired.”

That earned you an unimpressed look. Because Taesan knew you. Knew you in the terrifyingly specific ways that made lying almost impossible.

He knew your fake smiles from your real ones. Knew the difference between your annoyed silence and your hurt silence. Knew when your thoughts were moving too fast because your fingers twitched against your sleeves.

And right now?

He knew something had happened.

Still, he didn’t push.

Not there.

Not in front of everyone.

Instead, he rested his arm behind you on the couch and stayed quiet.

But you could feel it.

The way he kept looking at you.

The way his jaw tightened every time someone else spoke while you stayed silent.

The way he frowned slightly whenever you laughed too softly at something.

You hated that he could tell.

You hated that you cared this much.

The evening dragged on painfully after that.

Usually you were the loudest person in the room. Usually Taesan spent half his time teasing you for bouncing between topics too fast for anyone else to follow.

Tonight, you mostly just listened.

And somehow that felt worse.

At some point, Riwoo brought up conspiracy theories.

Normally that would’ve been dangerous territory for you because you loved talking about weird things. Taesan especially loved listening to you spiral through theories with dramatic hand gestures and completely unnecessary diagrams drawn on napkins.

Tonight, you stayed quiet, and Taesan noticed immediately.

His head turned toward you.

“You don’t have anything to say about this?” he asked.

You blinked.

“Hm?”

“The conspiracy thing.”

“Oh.” You looked down at your drink. “Not really.”

Now everyone was staring at you like you’d grown a second head.

“Not really?” Hana repeated. “You literally made a thirty-minute presentation once.”

“It was not thirty minutes.”

“It was forty-five.”

Normally you would’ve argued dramatically. Normally you would’ve laughed. Instead, you just shrugged again.

Taesan’s expression darkened slightly.

He looked genuinely concerned now.

And honestly?

That almost made you emotional.

Because nobody else seemed to realize how weird this was except him.

The conversation continued, but you could feel Taesan getting quieter beside you too.

Observing.

Thinking.

Then eventually he leaned down near your ear.

“Come outside with me for a second.”

Your stomach twisted.

You nodded quietly.

Nobody really questioned it when he stood up and held his hand out toward you. You slipped your hand into his automatically and let him guide you toward the apartment balcony.

The cool night air hit your face immediately.

Nights always felt strangely comforting to you. Cold enough to wake you up a little, soft enough to calm you down.

Taesan slid the balcony door shut behind him.

Then he turned toward you fully.

“What happened?”

You looked away instantly.

“Nothing happened.”

“Baby.”

That voice.

That soft, patient voice he only used when he knew you were lying but wanted to give you the chance to tell the truth anyway.

You swallowed.

“It’s stupid.”

“Then tell me the stupid thing.”

You rubbed at your sleeve nervously. Taesan waited quietly. Somehow that made it worse. Because he wasn’t rushing you. Wasn’t dismissing you. Wasn’t acting annoyed. He just looked at you like what you said mattered.

Always.

Finally you sighed.

“I think I talk too much.”

Taesan blinked once.

“What?”

You laughed awkwardly.

“There. See? That reaction alone proves it.”

“What are you talking about?”

You hesitated.

Then quietly explained what happened earlier. The more you talked, the more Taesan’s expression changed. Not annoyed. Not embarrassed. Just increasingly upset on your behalf.

“And I know she didn’t mean it badly,” you rushed to explain. “Like logically I know that. I probably was talking too much. I do that sometimes and I know it can be annoying and—”

“Hey.”

Your words stopped immediately.

Taesan stepped closer.

“You know what I noticed when I got here?”

You frowned slightly.

“What?”

“You weren’t talking.”

“Well obviously.”

“And that bothered me.”

Your chest tightened unexpectedly.

Taesan shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie before continuing.

“You know what this friend group sounded like before you joined?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“Dead.”

You snorted softly despite yourself.

“I’m serious,” he said. “Nobody talked this much. Nobody got excited this much. Half the hangouts used to be everyone staring at their phones.”

“That’s dramatic.”

“It’s true.”

You rolled your eyes weakly.

Taesan leaned against the balcony railing.

“You talk a lot because you care a lot.”

Your throat felt weirdly tight now.

“You get excited over things. You tell stories like every detail matters. You make people laugh because your brain moves faster than your mouth.” His lips twitched slightly. “Sometimes significantly faster.”

You finally smiled a little.

“There she is,” he murmured immediately.

Your smile faltered from embarrassment.

“You don’t think I’m annoying?”

Taesan looked genuinely offended.

“Annoying? Baby, I voluntarily listen to you explain things I don’t even understand for hours.”

“That doesn’t count. You’re biased.”

“I’m absolutely biased. But I’m also right.”

You stared down at your shoes.

Taesan sighed softly before reaching over to tilt your chin up gently.

“I like listening to you.”

The sincerity in his voice made your stomach flip.

“You don’t have to say that.”

“I’m not saying it because I have to.”

You looked at him carefully, and unfortunately for your emotional stability, he looked completely serious.

Taesan laughed quietly under his breath.

“You know what's my favorite thing?”

“What?”

“The way you start rambling when you’re excited and then halfway through you realize you forgot the original point.”

You groaned immediately.

“Oh my god.”

“And then you try to backtrack but somehow the story gets even longer.”

“Taesan.”

“And your hands start doing this—” He mimicked your overly animated gestures badly.

You smacked his arm instantly.

“That is not what I look like.”

“That’s exactly what you look like.”

“You’re evil.”

He grinned.

“There she is again.”

You hated how easily he could pull you out of your moods sometimes.

Taesan’s expression softened after a moment.

“Do you know how quiet you got in there?”

You looked away again.

“Yeah.”

“I hated it.”

That surprised you.

“You did?”

“Mhm.”

He reached for your hand absentmindedly, playing with your fingers while he spoke.

“When you’re quiet because you’re tired, it’s different. Tonight you looked like you were trying to make yourself smaller.”

Your chest ached immediately. Because that was exactly what you’d been doing.

Taesan sighed softly.

“I don’t like when people make you feel like you need to shrink yourself.”

You blinked rapidly.

“It wasn’t even a big deal—”

“It hurt your feelings.”

The simple certainty in his voice almost undid you.

You laughed weakly instead.

“I sound dramatic.”

“You are dramatic.”

“Wow.”

“But you’re also sensitive.” He squeezed your hand gently. “And there’s nothing wrong with that.”

You stayed quiet for a moment before mumbling,

“I was trying really hard not to talk too much afterward.”

“I know.”

“I kept thinking about everything I said before speaking.”

“I know.”

“And then I got scared to talk at all because what if everyone secretly agrees with her?”

Taesan’s face softened painfully.

Then suddenly he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around you. The hug caught you off guard enough that you melted into him almost instantly.

“You know what I think?” he murmured against your hair.

“What?”

“I think if somebody genuinely didn’t like you talking, they wouldn’t keep inviting you everywhere.”

You hummed quietly.

“And I think,” he continued, “you’re way too loved for that.”

Your throat tightened embarrassingly fast.

Taesan pulled back slightly just to look at you.

“And personally? I could listen to you talk forever.”

“That’s insane.”

“It probably is.”

You laughed quietly into his hoodie.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

The city lights glowed softly around you while distant traffic hummed below.

Then unfortunately your brain started functioning normally again.

“So anyway speaking of conspiracy theories—”

Taesan burst out laughing immediately.

“There she is.”

“No because listen,” you said, suddenly animated again. “Why do celebrities always wear sunglasses inside buildings? That’s suspicious behavior.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m serious. There has to be a reason.”

Taesan leaned against the railing again while you started talking properly for the first time all evening.

And because he loved you hopelessly, completely, disgustingly much—

He listened. Not the fake kind of listening either. Not the kind where someone nods while waiting for their turn to speak.

Taesan listened like every word mattered.

Like your thoughts were something precious.

You started pacing slightly as you spoke, hands moving dramatically while you explained your ridiculous theory about celebrities, government replacements, and weird airport behavior.

Halfway through, you got distracted by another thought entirely.

“Wait actually speaking of airports, did I ever tell you about the guy I saw eating tuna at like six in the morning?”

Taesan smiled immediately.

The topic switch.

Classic you.

“Yes,” he said fondly. “Three times.”

“Right, okay, but that’s because it was genuinely disturbing behavior.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“No because imagine waking up and deciding tuna is breakfast food.”

Taesan watched you continue talking. Watched the way your face lit up again. Watched your eyes brighten more with every sentence.

And maybe it was pathetic how much affection filled his chest from something as simple as this. But he couldn’t help it. He loved listening to you. Loved the way your thoughts wandered unpredictably. Loved how passionate you got over tiny things. Loved how conversations with you never stayed on one topic for longer than three minutes.

You made everything feel alive.

Even silence felt warmer around you.

You eventually stopped mid-sentence suddenly.

Taesan blinked.

“What?”

You squinted at him suspiciously.

“You’re doing the face.”

“What face?”

“The one where you stare at me like I’m a cute puppy.”

“I’ve never made that face in my life.”

“You’re literally making it right now.”

He laughed quietly.

“Maybe I just like you.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically.

“Cringe.”

“And yet you stay.”

“Unfortunately.”

Taesan pulled you closer by your hoodie strings.

“You know what else?”

“What?”

“You look happiest when you’re talking.”

That hit you strangely hard. Because nobody had ever said that before, and maybe it was silly. Maybe it was stupid how emotional something so small made you feel.

But Taesan noticed things.

Tiny things.

The kinds of things people usually overlooked.

You looked away shyly.

“That’s embarrassing.”

“It’s cute.”

“Even more embarrassing.”

Taesan laughed softly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Then the balcony door suddenly slid open behind you. Riwoo peeked outside dramatically.

“Oh thank god,” he sighed. “She’s talking again. We were getting scared.”

You groaned instantly.

Taesan smirked.

“Told you.”

Riwoo pointed accusingly at you.

“Do you know how weird it was in there without you talking about something random every five minutes?”

“That sounds fake.”

“It’s not fake,” Leehan called from inside. “Come back and tell us more conspiracy theories.”

You blinked in surprise.

Taesan watched your expression carefully.

That tiny moment of realization. Maybe they did like listening to you after all.

Riwoo grinned.

“Seriously. The silence was depressing.”

You laughed softly before looking at Taesan again, and the look on his face nearly melted you alive.

Fond.

That was the only word for it.

Like he was genuinely relieved to see you smiling again.

You nudged him lightly.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m adorable.”

“You are adorable.”

“Taesan.”

“You’re literally pouting.”

You immediately stopped pouting. Which only made him laugh harder.

Riwoo gagged loudly.

“You two are disgusting. Get back inside.”

Taesan snorted before intertwining his fingers with yours again. As he led you back inside, he leaned down slightly and murmured near your ear,

“By the way.”

“Hm?”

“If anyone tells you to stop talking again, I’m fighting them.”

You stared at him.

“That’s insane.”

“Mhm.”

“You can’t fight people for not wanting to hear me yap.”

“I can and I will.”

You laughed so hard your stomach hurt.

And that sound alone made Taesan think the entire world was worth it.

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And then, your hand slid lower, brushing over the tight bulge straining against his baggy jeans. Taesan froze, pulling back slightly, his voice low and warning. “Baby…stop teasing.” his fingers lightly pressing against your wrist. You just whined softly, trailing your hand back up to caress his abs again, pressing your lips to his jaw. “But I missed you so much…”

“I know…but your parents are sleeping. We can’t do this now.” he said, voice thick with restraint. You leaned closer, teasing him by brushing the edge of his underwear’s band with your fingers, heart racing, whispering, “I don’t care…just a little…”

“I don’t want to disrespect them...” he murmured, biting his lip as his hands slid over your waist, holding you close, but resisting his own desire. You rubbed him through his jeans again, slowy, and you could feel the way his heart pounded beneath your palm. His breathing grew heavier, voice straining as he tried to hold himself together.

“Don’t…rub there…” he warned. You pressed your mouth to his neck, sucking gently, and suddenly his hand shot down to grab your wrist. “Baby, stop. Stop.” His tone was sharp this time, serious enough to make your pout deepen. “We can’t.” he said firmly, though his eyes were already betraying him, dark and restless.

You blinked up at him, lashes fluttering, lips parted just so, gazing at him with wide, innocent eyes. His jaw clenched as he exhaled. “No—don’t look at me like that. With those fucking eyes.” Slowly, you slipped off his lap, your fingers sliding down to his waistband. His breath hitched. “Baby—no—what are you doing…”

Ignoring his weak protest, you tugged his zipper down, pulling the denim just low enough. You bent your head and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the outline of his dick through his boxers, your eyes never leaving his face. “Don’t…don’t do that…” he rasped, head falling back against the wall. “Fuck…”

You kept kissing him there, sweet and teasing, until you felt his restraint finally break. “Fuck it.” he growled, hand sliding into your hair to grip the nape of your neck. He yanked you back up to him, crashing his lips against yours with rough, desperate hunger. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

You giggled softly against his mouth, biting down on your bottom lip as his eyes narrowed, one brow raising at your reaction. “You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?” he muttered, voice low. You nodded without hesitation, pulling him back in for another hungry kiss, your tongue sliding against his. “Take this off.” he said roughly, tugging on the waistband of your shorts.

Your skin prickled under his gaze as you slipped them off, tossing them aside. Now you sat there in just your panties and his oversized shirt, cheeks burning as his eyes roamed over you. He quickly yanked off his own shirt, revealing the lean muscles you’d been caressing earlier. His mouth was on yours again in an instant, desperate and demanding.

His hands slid down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly, pulling you flush against the hard outline straining in his boxers. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice a soft whisper that sent a shiver straight through you. “Bend over for me.” You slipped off his lap in a rush, climbing onto the bed and bending over for him, face pressed into the sheets, ass up in the air.

“Good girl.” he muttered, his large hands spreading over your cheeks, squeezing hard. “So fucking sexy.” The sharp sting of his palm cracked against your ass, making you yelp into the mattress, only for his touch to soften, caressing where he’d just smacked. The mix of pain and sweetness dragged a whine out of you.

His eyes dropped to your panties, where a dark wet patch had already formed. He groaned low in his throat, rubbing his fingers over your covered slit. “Desperate today, aren’t you? Soaking your panties…” You whined, wiggling your hips, trying to push yourself back against his touch.

He laughed softly, like he couldn’t believe how badly you wanted him. He tugged your panties to the side in one motion, his fingers sliding through your slick folds before rubbing your wetness all over, coating you. You whimpered at the feeling, pushing your hips back for more. Then he slipped two fingers inside without warning, stretching you as he pumped them in and out steadily.

You gasped, gripping the sheets. “Shh, baby,” he hushed, leaning over you, voice hot against your ear. “Keep it down, or I’ll stop.” You nodded quickly, biting your lip as he fucked his fingers into you, your muffled moans betraying your struggle to stay quiet. Just as the pleasure built, he pulled his fingers out, making you whine in frustration.

Before you could complain, the sound of his zipper being undone filled the room. His jeans and boxers were shoved down, and his cock sprang free, heavy and hard. Without wasting another second, Taesan lined himself up and pushed into you slowly but deep, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.

Your muffled whine shook through the pillow. “Fuck…” he groaned, gripping your hips tighter. “Sorry, baby. Couldn’t help myself.” His thrusts started slow but deep, each push making you bury your face into the sheets as soft moans spilled out of you. Your fingers twisted in the fabric, knuckles white. “Are you happy now, baby?” he rasped, hips rolling into you. “Yeah? This what you wanted?”

You nodded over and over, desperate, your voice breaking with every needy sound that escaped your throat. He chuckled breathlessly, low and wicked. “Horny little girl.” His pace picked up, deeper, harder, his hips slamming against yours. Your moans grew louder without your permission, tumbling out in waves, too much to hold back.

Taesan leaned over you, lips brushing against your ear, voice rough with pleasure. “Told you to be quiet, baby.” His palm pressed firmly over your mouth, muffling your cries the instant he began pounding into you deeper, every thrust perfectly angled to hit that spot again and again. The room filled with the wet slap of skin on skin, your muffled moans, his grunts and groans and the soft music.

“Look at you—moaning like a slut when your parents are right downstairs.” he growled into your ear. You whimpered beneath his hand, your body arching as his thrusts grew harder, each one making your gummy walls squeeze around him. “Fuck, you’re drenching my cock.” he groaned, hips snapping into you, the wet sounds filling the room.

Your moans turned breathless, your body trembling as the heat coiled tighter and tighter inside you. Unable to speak, you reached back, fingers searching for his hand. He caught the hint instantly, lacing your fingers together, holding you tight. “You’re close, baby?” he panted, slamming deeper.

You nodded desperately, muffled cries vibrating against his palm. “Go on, pretty,” he urged, his voice filled with need. “Let go for me—cum on this dick.” With just a few more thrusts, your body snapped, walls clenching down on him with a silent cry. Pleasure tore through you as your release gushed out, your cunt pulsing around him.

“Shit, baby—you’re so fucking tight.” he cursed, pulling his hand from your mouth just to watch your face twist in bliss. His eyes dropped down, catching the sight of his cock glistening, dripping with your release, and it pushed him over the edge. “Ngh—fuck—shit—I’m fucking cumming.” he groaned, burying himself deep as his warmth spilled into you.

You whimpered at the sensation, his hips grinding as he thrust through it, pushing his release deeper inside, his hands gripping and squeezing your ass. His chest pressed to your back, his heavy breathing fanning across your ear, both of you trembling as the aftershocks rolled through your bodies.

His lips brushed against your ear as he whispered, “Lay on your back for me, baby.” You nodded, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling as you turned over. He was still buried inside you, the stretch almost overwhelming, and his gaze softened watching your state. “So fucking beautiful.” he murmured, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

Your heart melted at the tenderness in his voice, even with his cock still pulsing inside you. When he finally pulled out, you felt the hot spill of his release drip out of you, your hole fluttering around nothing. His eyes darkened as he watched it ooze out, and he let out a strained, “Fuuuck, baby.”

He spread it around your folds with his fingers, smearing his cum messily over your swollen slit, before pushing two fingers back inside. You whined at the overstimulation, body twitching under his touch. Hovering over you, he whispered, “You can take one more for me, yeah?” You nodded, biting down on your lip, and he smiled, eyes glinting. “My naughty girl.”

His fingers pumped in and out faster, deeper, while his thumb circled your clit. He leaned down to kiss you softly, but soon the kiss turned hungry, your whines and gasps spilling into his mouth as his hand worked you closer and closer. Your nails dug into his bicep, the pleasure overwhelming. “Sanni—m’gonna cum!” you cried against his lips. He hummed low in his throat. “Mm, let go, baby.” His hand moved faster, your body arching into his touch.

You kissed him hard, muffling your cries as you came again, clenching desperately around his fingers. He slowed them gradually, easing you down, until he finally slipped them out. You lay there breathless, cheeks burning red, chest rising and falling. He pressed another soft kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering. “Sorry, baby,” he chuckled, his voice tender. “I ruined your panties.”

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