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you watch from your car as yunho helps san towards the parking lot (with a palm on his back). 

unlike yunho, with his faded-graphic sweatshirt, san does not look dressed for the weather, clad in one of many black fitted t-shirts. he’s a little flushed and his hair is all fluffy. san looks down and then pouts when yunho follows his gaze and laughs with a finger pointing to his chest. san murmurs something and yunho throws his head back with his eyes clamped shut. 

his bright laughter carries all the way to your car.

the rumbling of the engine starting back up knocks san back to reality. he’d maybe been resting his eyes the second yunho helped him into the seat and closed the door.

most of the ride home is you asking him trivial questions to gauge his sobriety, and him giving you affectionate answers, as he does after x amount of alcohol.

“sober enough t’see m’pretty girl’s face,” he gushes.

“sannie.”

“i only had like 3 shots… 4? m’not that tipsy.”

you flick the turn signal and tilt your head accusingly, fishing into your bag for a water bottle and handing it to him, smiling when he accepts it with two hands.

“your texts say otherwise.”

he shakes his head and adds sound for emphasis (you assume).

“mm, that was before. m’better now, i ev– actually, your texts say oth’wise. wha’the hell were you textin’ me???” 

when you glance over, his palm is on his warm cheek as he lifts the plastic bottle to his lips – upon which there is a firm, unnecessary pout – and he looks like an embarrassed kid.

“i was trying to get your attention. it worked, didn't it?” you pull the responsible adult voice on him and he groans before reaching over to curl his fingers around your arm, like he needs to be touching you or he’ll melt into the seat.

“well, yeah, but…”

he whines and drops his head sideways against the console, using his other hand as a pillow and closing his eyes as his eyebrows start to furrow in thought.

you knew what you were doing. you just wanted to tease him, didn't you?

the inside of his head is jumbled. he knows you won't fuck him if he's not sober… so he guesses he’ll figure out a way because there's no shot he's going straight to sleep in his condition, all hot and needy when you're right next to him. all because of a stupid text.

you barely made it through the door. 

scratch that, you barely made it to the door before he was on you, strong arms around your waist and his nose nudging the back of your neck.

when you do get inside, he’s already murmuring low against your skin, thumbs rubbing at your hips.

“i can't believe you jus’ texted me that,” he whines as you lock the front door and kick off your shoes, and he mirrors you. “like it didn’ mean an’thing.”

you look up at him innocently and brush your fingers through his hair. “texted you what?”

san’s lips form a pout and his hands find your hips again. his grip is tight, needy. his forehead falls to your shoulder and his fingers move to hold onto your waist. 

“y’have no idea wha’that did to me,” he whispers, as if it isn’t obvious by his hips pressing into your ass.

and then you make the mistake of laughing, because he makes a frustrated sound and pulls his face from your neck, brings one hand up to your jaw, and turns you to him. he kisses you like a man starved. messy and impatient. the force of it makes you stumble back, and he follows the movement until you're against the bedroom door. 

“y’cant just-” kiss “say things li’that-” kiss “an’ think m’not gonna go crazy,” and there's a whine in his voice that makes your body warm and your thighs press together.

“san,” you breathe, “we can't – you’re-”

his tongue tastes like alcohol and he damn near whimpers when your palms slide up his chest.

“don’ say that... please, i really fucking need you,” he says, staring with his brows pinched as he licks his lips.

one hand finds purchase on the door next to your head as his forehead falls back to your shoulder.

“please. i swear i’m okay now. i really…” he trails off, just breathing against your neck with a pout, before leaving a kiss or two there, soft and coaxing, “i just need to be inside you. can't believe y’playing dumb… you were trying to rile me up weren'you? y’so mean to me… you tricked me.”

you almost crack. 

“are you sure?”

all you hear is a whine from san, muffled against your skin.

“yes, yes m’sure. please.”

you hum, thinking it over as he breathes into your shoulder, thumbs habitually rubbing into your hips.

he should be somewhat sober now… he ate at the bar, drank over a few hours, waited another half hour for you to pick him up, took 10 minutes to get in the car (thanks wooyoung i guess), the ride home was about 20… and you gave him water on the way. if 1+1=2… then he’s definitely better than when you scooped him.

and to be honest, the way he's ely trying to win you over, the impatience in his voice, the whining… it’s almost intoxicating.

he feels your posture deflate as you sigh and he hesitantly pulls back to look at you, all flushed and wide-eyed. you take your time and whisper an “okay” and slowly nod. 

his response does not mirror your meticulous thought process.

san basically moans, mouth immediately finding yours, like he needs it. hungrier than before, now that you've granted him permission to stop pretending. the breath he lets out when your tongue slides against his is barely short of a whimper, and your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging until his body pushes into yours.

his hands are everywhere, gripping your waist, fingers at your lower back, hooking into your rear pockets. your bodies are pulled impossibly close, and then closer, heat and friction making your knees weak.

he blindly grabs at the bedroom door for the knob; as it opens, his hand shoots to your hip as you stumble back from the loss of support.

your arms wrap around his neck anyway, black strands caught between your fingers, and he groans into your mouth, grip tightening when your teeth tug at his lip.

the door is barely closed before he’s laying you so gently onto the bed, a contrast to the ion radiating off of him in waves, and the grace with which he touches you is enough to make you pause. you’re both panting as he leans over you, and you brush away hair from his face, staring up at your soapy-eyed boyfriend.

the pout he gives you is catastrophic, hiding his face in your neck as his hips meet yours in a heavy grind. “mmh, please…” 

“you’re so worked up, honey,” you whisper, lips against his ear.

his lips trail along your collarbone, hazy but eager, while your comb through his hair, your voice in his ear, cooing in that voice that makes him dizzy. 

“are you gonna be good for me, sannie?”

he just hums, but it sounds more like a whine.

“words. tell me.”

“uh huh.”

“uh huh what?”

“oh fuck…” you feel his fingers dig into your waist and a smile pulls on your lips before you can fight it.

“hm? talk to me, handsome.”

there’s a whimper against your neck. “i’ll be good – i’ll be good, pleasepleaseplease i need you so bad – please, honey…”

you can feel his hazy eyes on you as you shift backwards and nod toward the headboard. but he pauses, gaze flicking between you and the pillows. you raise an eyebrow and he immediately moves, pushing himself back against the headboard.

when you turn to him and crawl closer he basically moans, too dazed to do anything but splay his hands over your thighs when you straddle him, looking up at you and finding your doting smile.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he mumbles. “y’always smell so good, you're so sexy–”

“sani. you're not even inside me yet,” you say, teasing and soft as you roll your hips against him.

his breath stutters. “s-so? let me be sentimental. you never ride me when m’drunk…”

your hips pause. you tilt your head at his pout, brows furrowing, and he swallows when he sees the smirk that grows on your lips.

“i thought you weren’t drunk?”

“no, i–” he whines, eyes avoiding yours. “i’m.. only a little bit drunk…”

he looks up at you when you pat his cheek, flushed, pupils blown wide and needy.

"just a little?"

"uh-huh."

you hum and a smile paints your face warm, thumb stroking his face, and he melts. apparently, his restraint melted too because his hips start grinding up against you, pulling a soft gasp from his parted lips. 

shifting down onto his thighs, your hands drag down his broad chest and he huffs. “come back…” he whines, fingers reaching for your waist. 

“mm-mm, be patient, baby,” you murmur, and when your palm finally strokes over his clothed cock, palming him over his jeans, san squeaks. a short,  choked, high pitched noise that punches its way out of him.

your eyebrows shoot up, eyes lifting to his face which he now presses into the pillow, his ears flushing pink.

“what was that?” you question, smug, and trace the outline of him, smiling at his thinly veiled restraint when his hips lift off the bed.

“wha’was what?” he breathes.

“you squeaked.”

“i don't- mmh- i don't squeak,” the difference in his pitch between words and whimper is so addicting, you just can't help yourself.

“but you just did. can you do it again for me?” leaning forward, you whisper into his ear, and he pulls the sheets between his fingers.

he barely gets another breath out before you suddenly repeat the motion and his hand lifts from the mattress, fingers twitching. and then, lo and behold, choi san squeaks again.

“mmh- stop it- i-i’m sensitive…” san whines, head falling back.

you laugh and feel up his lower tummy to his chest, leaning in and nosing his cheek, “you’re so cute, baby.”

he lets out a relieved noise when he finds your waist again, only to be interrupted a second later.

“let’s get this off, yeah?” san’s tee is peeled from his hot torso by your thumbs at the hem, and he lifts his arms obediently, allowing you to pull it off easily. your hands immediately find his tan skin, like you missed it, like he got more attractive when you weren’t looking.

you always treat him softly (except for when you don't), gently, almost worshipful. though maybe worshipful is the wrong word, because you could never outdo him in that department. you always know the right buttons to push, the right thing to say, the right way to touch him so he adorns that glassy look and gets all fuzzy on you. 

san’s fingers linger at your hips, thumbs rubbing your pretty skin as he kisses down your neck, a little sloppy, but it only stokes the heat in your chest. his lips move against your throat but you can barely make it out.

“please…”

his grip on your hips suddenly jumps in force when he grinds you down into him, sucking in a breath at the contact. “wanna be inside you, please, honey..” 

he whines, as if your body wasn’t aching enough already.

“missed you all day…”

“yeah?” you take his hand from where it rests at your lower back and place his large palm on your cheek, looking down at his flushed face with hearts in your eyes.

“mhm..”

san swears that he blinks and suddenly his & your clothes are nowhere to be seen. you always make him dizzy but this is different for some reason (hmm… i wonder…). your pretty voice, your hair brushing his face when you kiss him so lovingly, your gentle hands on his body as he melts into the pillows, giving you a dreamy hum whenever you say something.

he feels your weight on his thigh and instinctively tenses, biting his lip when he realizes you’re basically dripping. the muscle places perfect pressure on your clit for just a second and you let out a sigh, hands running up his torso to rest on his chest.

your stomach is sticky where his cock leaks, needy, pressed between your bodies as you tease him. 

“can you be patient, baby?” you whisper against his kiss-bitten, parted lips.

“mm-mm,” he sucks his lip between his teeth and shakes his head, staring up at you; big, slow hands stroke your thighs, his own shifting against the sheets in his restlessness.

you play in his face  you play with him and hum in distaste, but lean back and wrap your fingers around his untouched cock anyway, his grip on you flickering between restrained and starving.

it’s as if he can sense how wet you are, because he mouths at your neck, hands feeling up your sides as you tease him in his pitiful state.

“please,” he breathes. “jus’ wanna be inside you…”

his lips are soft and a little swollen when they meet yours, and his exhale shudders when your thumb crosses over his tip, coaxing a smile from you. the rest of your fingers hold him securely in your palm.

“really? how bad?” 

you feel him twitch in your grip.

his blown-out eyes flick between yours as he whines. “so bad- y/n… you’re so- so fucking mean to me.”

“thought you liked me that way,” you whisper against his cheek, lips brushing his skin.

you guide him to your entrance, just barely, just to let the flushed head slip inside, and then stop. 

san lets out the kind of moan that should be behind a paywall; choked and guttural and it makes you squeeze around him, his grip on your thighs twitching as he gasps in response. his chest is heaving under you and all you’ve done is tease him a little. you guess the alcohol did a number on him (and tuck it in your head for a later date).

when you pause, not taking the rest of him, he looks up at you and pouts.

“baby…”

“say please.”

“please,” he immediately breathes, and traps his bottom lip between his teeth. 

he always gives in so easily when it comes to you.

he hisses through his teeth as you sink all the way down until he’s stretching you out. he lets out something between a gasp and a plea, because you’re hot, soaked, and gripping him so tight he swears he can feel your heartbeat through your pussy; you’re so full of him your head feels empty for a second. 

san’s eyes immediately squeeze shut and his fingers tighten enough to leave crescents on your waist. his exhale is a whine, and suddenly he looks like he's trying to keep himself from cumming in 30 seconds just because you fit so perfectly around him.

he goes a minute without saying anything, so you take initiative and speak first.

“you okay? sannie, don’t tell me you’re falling asleep on me,” you murmur with a finger brushing his sweat-sheened forehead. god, you just can't help yourself, can you?

his brows twitch and he slowly shakes his head, voice coming out breathless and soft, “no, you- mmh, wait – don't wanna cum too fast…”

“it’s okay. s’cute when you cum fast,” he whines when you tease him.

“god,” he gasps, head falling back, voice already frayed, “s’just – too much–”

you smirk, tilting your head, “it’s not too much, you’re just sensitive.”

“i’m not–” he starts, but then you clench around him just slightly, just enough to make him whimper, and his sentence dissolves into a shaky moan against your neck.

you can tell he’s trying so hard not to fuck up into you, trying not to chase it. trying so hard to be good. but his thighs are tense and trembling under your weight… and you’re just so fucking beautiful when you moan, you know that?

san holds onto your middle like he’s suffocating, pulling you down harder onto him with every thrust, your combined heat turning the small proximity into something sweltering.

the rhythmic sound of your skin fills the room as he pants under you, his blunt fingernails dig into your skin and it makes you grit your teeth, your own hands finding his to help soothe his desperate grip on you.

“so eager,” you whisper and let your palms drift up to his chest. your fingers roll over a nipple and he huffs, lip wobbling.

“only f’you. m’all yours, honey, only yours,” he mumbles mindlessly.

he grabs your hand and brings the back of it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. his chest is a victim to your other hand, and he whimpers against your fingers, eyes fluttering when your fingertips find his lips.

“y’so beautiful, m’pretty wife,” he slurs gently with your thumb prodding into his mouth. the brown eyes crowned by his lashes threaten to roll back and you can feel him twitch inside you.

at some point he begins to match your pace, eager, just as you said. and then you roll your hips again to deliberately ruin his rhythm, and he gasps.

“can't even fuck me properly,” you whisper, a mean smile on your lips. “you're so close already, aren't you?”

san’s breath hitches. “uh-huh,” he chokes out, clinging tight to your waist.

“you gonna cum for me, baby?” you tease breathlessly, voice low and sweet. your hand slides to the back of his neck and lean closer, “gonna finish inside like a good boy? fill me up?”

you feel him pulse inside you and watch as his lashes flutter, nodding wildly. “mhm, please… please let me cum inside you, please–”

“yeah? wanna give me all of it?”

you're caught by surprise when his arms wrap around your middle and pull you down against him while his hips thrust up into you relentlessly. for a second, you swear stars bloom behind your eyes because he keeps hitting deeper, and deeper, and deeper, knocking you (no pun intended) closer and closer to your orgasm.

“wanna cum f’you- please, please, please-” he’s murmuring hurriedly into your ear as your breath brushes his neck. 

he punches the breath out of you and your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his flushed face from your shoulder to catch his lips in yours. it’s all teeth and tongue, a heated exchange far from patient. 

and then his back is arching up into you and his grip turns iron, lungs heaving under his ribs. a breathy curse is pulled from his throat, he squeezes his eyes shut, and quickly buries himself right back where you pulled him from.

he clenches his jaw and then his mouth falls open as his orgasm hits like a truck, moving through him sudden and raw. 

with a gasp, he bucks once, twice, without rhythm, jolting you as his release fills you to the brim, and the feeling makes your hips slow just a fraction to savor the satisfaction.

at this point, the hold he has on you makes it nearly impossible to keep riding him at the pace you’ve set, so you grab his wrists and he immediately yields; he lets you bring them over his head as your mouth finds his neck.

“just a little more, baby,” you’re so close your voice shakes.

his hands strain in yours, fingers curling tight like he needs something to hold onto as he cries out from the overbearing sensations you’ve subjected him to.

he chokes, “please, please–”

your breath stutters and his back arches out of reflex when he feels you clench around him, your forehead against his. 

a whimper slips from your lips at your climax, and he whines under you, high and desperate.

your hips slow and the tension begins to ease. you’re suddenly aware of his release seeping from your cunt and the sweat rolling down your neck, but you catch his lips as his hands gradually relax in your hold.

“did so good for me,” you breathe against his lips, sweet and gentle, “so good.” your thumbs caress his palms as he pants, and his short, black hair is damp at the root as you comb it from his forehead.

“love you,” you think he says. his soft musings feel mindless, almost instinctive, and your chest warms at the thought. 

you would've conked out right there if you could, but you'd hate yourself if you didn't pamper him after sex. (no ulterior motives here…)

miraculously, you made it to the shower and back into bed, thanks to your boyfriend and his seemingly never-ending strength (which you gushed to him about, him very happily blushing under your sweet gaze and sleepy smile as your hands habitually roamed his toned arms and tummy). with the way he carried you and set you down so gently, water cascading down his front, muscles glistening in the warm bathroom light, it’s a surprise you didn't find yourself itching for seconds. 

alas, your shared exhaustion was evident enough in how your brain slowed to seconds per thought (see: seconds per frame).

“hope you don't wake up with a headache, baby…”

“i told you, i didn't drink that much,” san grumbles into your neck, and you hum and pet his hair.

“i didn't take you for a horny drunk.”

“m’not! ask woo, m’not usually like this…” san whines without rhythm, brows furrowing while his heavy eyes close.

you laugh through your nose and press your lips to his hair, holding his face against your chest. his fingers are soft against your back, sighing, quiet and dreamy.

“yeah, i’ve got a lot to ask woo, don’t i?”

he’s out cold.

masterlist ─────────────    @my1003soda  2026 <3

; HI GUYSSS THIS MIGHT BE MY FAVORITE THING EVER I THOUGHT ABOUT DU1M EVERY SECOND OF MY DAY I EAT SLEEP AND BREATHE DU1M, i've been writing this for a month im so happy to finally post it. hope yall like it and pls comment i love talking to all my little freaks in my phone mwah mwah mwah ty for all the support and interest even tho this took me 57 years to finish ily

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The apartment smelled faintly of the dinner Wooyoung had spent the afternoon perfecting—garlic, sesame, and the warm comfort of home-cooked bulgogi that now sat untouched on the kitchen counter. He had tried everything. Breakfast in bed that morning, a perfectly timed lunch delivered with a kiss, and now dinner, plated beautifully with her favorite sides. But she was buried in textbooks and notebooks, highlighter in hand, earbuds occasionally slipping as she muttered formulas under her breath.

They had only been together a little under a year, yet every day still felt like the honeymoon phase. Touches lingered, glances turned into smiles that made his chest ache, and the smallest separation felt like too much. Wooyoung thrived on her attention; he needed it like air. And today, with his day off, all he wanted was her.

He had checked on her at least a dozen times. Each visit started hopeful—“Baby, come eat with me?”—and ended with her gentle but firm push: “Just a little longer, Woo. I really need to finish this section.”

The last time, he didn’t even ask. He simply sighed loudly from the doorway, dramatic as ever, before padding into the small study nook she had claimed. When that earned no reaction, he dropped to the floor beside her chair like a kicked puppy, knees drawn up, hands resting innocently in his lap. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he stared up at her, waiting.

Nothing.

A louder, theatrical sigh escaped him. Still, her eyes stayed glued to the page, pen scratching steadily.

He shifted, scooting closer until he could rest his cheek against her thigh. The soft fabric of her loose skirt brushed his skin. For a few minutes he stayed still, breathing her in, the faint scent of her body wash and the warmth radiating through the material. But stillness had never been Wooyoung’s strong suit.

He huffed. Puffed out his cheeks. Whined low in his throat. Sighed again, dramatic enough to shake his shoulders.

His fingers found the hem of her oversized shirt, slipping underneath to trace lazy circles on the soft skin of her stomach. She squirmed, gently batting his hand away without looking down.

Undeterred, his touch wandered lower, skimming over her thigh, fingertips dipping just beneath the edge of her skirt.

“Wooyoung,” she murmured, a warning wrapped in affection. “Not now. I told you—I need to focus.”

“But I miss you,” he whispered, voice already edging into that needy register she secretly loved. “Just fifteen minutes, sweetheart. Please?”

She didn’t answer, though her pen paused for half a second.

He took that as encouragement. With a soft, determined sound, he slid further down, maneuvering until his face was level with her lap. Warm lips pressed to her knee, then higher, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thigh. His hands pushed the loose skirt up gently, bunching the fabric around her hips.

“Woo… wait,” she breathed, though her voice had already softened.

He didn’t wait. His mouth moved higher, kissing the sensitive skin just below the edge of her panties. She was already damp—he could feel the heat and the faint wetness through the thin cotton. A low, appreciative groan rumbled in his chest as he pressed his lips against her clothed core, sucking lightly.

Her hips jerked. Fingers threaded into his hair, tugging—not hard enough to pull him away, but enough that he moaned against her, the vibration sending a fresh wave of arousal through her.

That tug was all the invitation his needy mind needed.

Wooyoung hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down her legs, letting them catch on one ankle. He wasted no time, spreading her thighs wider with reverent hands and diving in. His tongue flattened against her folds, licking a broad stripe from entrance to clit before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and sucking.

She gasped, the pen slipping from her fingers onto the desk. “Fuck—Wooyoung…”

He answered with a muffled, eager sound, tongue working her relentlessly. Long, messy licks mixed with precise flicks and gentle suction. The taste of her made his head spin; he could feel his cock twitching hard inside his sweatpants, already leaking. Every little squirm of her hips, every soft whimper she tried to hold back, went straight to his dick.

She fought it for a few more moments, trying to reach for her notes again, but it was useless. Her free hand gripped the edge of the desk while the other stayed buried in his hair. Finally, with a shaky exhale, she gave in. Leaning back in the chair, she lifted her legs, draping them over his broad shoulders and locking her ankles behind his head.

Wooyoung moaned loudly—louder than she was—into her pussy as she pulled him closer. He was drowning in her, tongue plunging inside her, then sliding up to circle her clit again and again. His hands gripped her thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh as he devoured her like a man starved.

She rode his face without shame now, hips rolling against his mouth, using him exactly how she needed. Whenever he tried to pull back for air, her thighs squeezed tighter around his ears, holding him right where she wanted.

“Don’t stop—ah, right there,” she panted, voice breaking.

He was whimpering continuously, the sounds vibrating against her. His own arousal was unbearable; the friction of his cock trapped in his pants, combined with the intoxicating taste and sounds of her pleasure, pushed him over the edge without a single touch. His hips jerked helplessly as he came hard in his sweatpants, warm wetness spreading across the fabric while he kept licking her through it, eyes fluttering shut in overwhelming bliss.

The added vibration and his desperate, muffled cries finally tipped her over. Her back arched, thighs clamping down as she came with a broken cry, squirting against his tongue. He drank every drop he could, groaning gratefully, refusing to pull away until her trembling slowed.

Only then did she loosen her grip, gently tugging him up by the hair. Their eyes met—his lips shiny and swollen, pupils blown wide with lust and adoration. She pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting herself on his tongue as her hands framed his face.

“Good boy,” she whispered against his mouth, the praise making him shiver. She stood, guiding him up only to push him back into the chair she had just vacated. Wooyoung dropped into it willingly, legs spreading as she sank to her knees between them.

His sweatpants were tented, a obvious wet spot darkening the gray fabric. She smirked, palming him through the material.

“Look at you… came just from eating me out, huh? So sensitive for me, Woo.”

He whined high in his throat, hips bucking into her touch. “Couldn’t help it… you taste so good, baby. Felt too good.”

She tugged his pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing his cock. It slapped against his stomach, still hard despite the mess he’d made, the head flushed and glistening. Without hesitation, she leaned in and took him into her mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.

Wooyoung’s head fell back against the chair with a loud, broken moan. “Fuck—ah, sweetheart—too much, I’m still so sensitive—”

She didn’t pull back. Instead, she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks and sucking while her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. He was incredibly vocal, a constant stream of whimpers, gasps, and breathy praises spilling from his lips.

“So good… your mouth—ngh—love you, love you so much—”

His hands hovered near her head, not pushing, just trembling with the effort of staying still. She bobbed faster, tongue pressing along the underside, occasionally pulling off to tease the slit with little kitten licks until he was shaking.

It didn’t take long. He was already wound tight from his first orgasm. With a strangled cry of her name mixed with a string of affectionate curses, he came again, spilling down her throat as she swallowed around him.

She pulled off slowly, licking him clean while he panted, chest heaving, eyes glassy with overstimulation and love.

But they weren’t done.

She climbed into his lap, straddling him on the chair. His hands immediately found her waist, sliding under her shirt to caress bare skin as she lined herself up and sank down onto his still-hard cock in one smooth motion.

They both moaned at the feeling—tight, wet heat enveloping him completely.

This time, she was in control.

She set a steady rhythm, rolling her hips and riding him deep. Wooyoung’s head tipped forward, lips latching onto her neck, sucking marks as he gasped against her skin.

“Ride me—please, baby, use me,” he begged, voice hoarse and needy. “I’m yours. All yours.”

She did exactly that. Hands braced on his shoulders, she bounced on his cock, taking him to the hilt with every downward thrust. The chair creaked beneath them, but neither cared. Her skirt was bunched uselessly around her waist; his hands roamed everywhere—squeezing her ass, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until she cried out.

Their kisses were messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as she ground down on him, chasing another high.

“I love you,” she gasped between thrusts, forehead pressed to his. “My needy, perfect boy.”

Wooyoung’s only response was a broken sob of pleasure, hips jerking up to meet hers as best he could from below. He was sensitive, every drag of her walls around him sending sparks through his body, but he never asked her to stop. He wanted everything she would give him.

When she came again, clenching tight around him and moaning his name like a prayer, he followed right after, filling her with warm pulses as his arms wrapped around her, holding her close while they rode out the waves together.

They stayed like that for a long time afterward—her in his lap, his face buried in her neck, both breathing hard and trading soft, lazy kisses.

“Study break success?” he mumbled eventually, voice muffled and sleepy with satisfaction.

She laughed softly, threading her fingers through his damp hair. “The best kind. But don’t think this means I’m done with my notes.”

Wooyoung grinned against her skin, already pressing a kiss to her collarbone. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll help you ‘focus’ again, sweetheart.”

She rolled her eyes fondly, but the way she tightened around him told him she wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

not like you would notice anyway … too distracted by said people. engaging in multiple conversations and accepting countless gifts from where you sat on the couch.

he was enamored by how good you looked, smiling brightly, eyes crinkling in the corners, your laugh echoing sweetly in his ears. it just wasn’t fair that everyone else got to see and hear it. he wanted that part of you all to himself. wanted you to be smiling at him like how you were smiling at them.

he’s been trying all night to get just a minute with you, brushed aside by your friends before he could even get the chance to speak. you would mumble a quick “sorry” with a grimace every time someone new whisked you away from him.

that’s when san decided to stumble his way into the kitchen with a frustrated huff and pour himself a drink…or two, who’s counting? is it a crime to want to spend time with your girlfriend on her birthday?

at the same time there was nothing more san wanted then for you to be happy. alongside the growing envy, he was genuinely pleased that you were enjoying the event he partook in planning. maybe he was just being a little selfish…

“ahh, what am i thinking?” he mumbles to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose and earning a sideways glance from someone who walked into the kitchen for a drink. he clears his throat before chugging down the rest of the alcohol in his cup.

he can feel the effects of the alcoholic drink, his skin getting warmer, his limbs feel tingly, his balance is off as he stumbles from where he stands. he crosses his arms over his chest and leans his head back, closing his eyes to rest them a bit, just to collect himself.

“woo? holy shit, you’re here!” san hears you shriek from the other room. his eyes peek open and he turns his head to see you jump into some guys arms, presumably the one you called woo.

san’s eyebrows raise at that, his eyes gravitating towards the arms that were wrapped tightly around your waist and the hands that were gently caressing your back in small circles. he can't fight the way that his teeth grind together at that, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“a little late, but yes i’m here,” he replies when he pulls back with a bright smile and shifts his hands on your shoulders as you launch into a conversation with him.

san looks away with a pout and stares blankly at the floor in front of him, his foot tapping restlessly against it. woo? you never mentioned an woo to him, not to his knowledge atleast. he wracks through his muddled brain, pouring himself another cup and tries to recall a conversation where you mentioned anybody with that name, finding none.

sucking his teeth, he pushes himself off the counter, drinking sloshing and some droplets spilling onto his hand. he’s ready to walk over to you and ask about this guy that suddenly showed up to your party, but he freezes when he makes it to the living room.

you and wooyoung weren’t standing anymore, instead you were both sat on the couch, laughing about something he couldn’t hear over the music. san can feel his eye twitch and his fingers flex around the cup in his hand.

wooyoung was practically in your lap, well not really, but that’s what san’s drunken mind made it out to be. one leg draped over you and his arms wrapped around your shoulders, grinning and whispering into your ear and making you laugh loudly.

it was getting on his nerves watching the way you and him were interacting. he doesn’t like it. it should be him there instead. how come he gets to be so close to you, when he hasn’t even gotten a second with you all night?

he was frozen in place, tense and taking a swig every time he would get a little too close, a distraction, the alcohol starting to catch up to him. but the lingering touches were ticking him off. wooyoung’s hand landing on your thigh and running it along the smooth skin was his last straw.

he couldn’t take it anymore, downing the rest of his drink before making his way over to you. and if he almost tripped twice on the way there, what about it?

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you were startled when your boyfriend suddenly appeared in front of you. having not seeing him the whole night, you were kind of glad that he was here now. you couldn’t get a good look at his face in the dimly-lit living room, but you knew it was san by his voice.

“can i talk to you,” he huffed, his body was swaying as he clumsily thrusted a hand out for you take. you lean back, his hand way too close to your face.

you take his hand, rubbing a finger over his knuckles, “yes, but there’s someone i want you to meet.” you smile and look over to wooyoung. san hasn’t meet woo, your best-friend that was always busy with his career, always traveling. this is the first time you’ve seen him in months and you were excited to introduce the two, you figured they would get along well.

“san, this is wooyoung my be-” you start, gesturing between the two. san's eyes travel over to him, your sentence lost to deaf ears as he watches wooyoung rub your shoulder, cheesing, and his jaw tightens in frustration.

“i just-” san breathes with a hiccup, tilting his head back to contain himself before continuing. “i just want to talk to you, please.” he whispers the last word and squeezes your hand.

“o-okay,” cocking your head in confusion. was something wrong? is he feeling sick? you part from wooyoung and stand to go with your boyfriend. and san doesn’t miss the way wooyoung’s hands drop from your shoulder and drags down your waist as you go. “be right back woo.” you say with a smile and allow your boyfriend to take you away.

san brings you upstairs and down the hall to your shared room, closing and locking the door behind you both. he leans his back and head against the door, dizzy from the drinks and fast movements. he’s not sure how he even made it here without completely falling, he only tripped once.

“san, you alright…” you question, taking a tentative step towards him and placing a hand on his shoulder. he’s skin is warm, hot almost, you could feel it through the shirt he was wearing. maybe he was feeling sick...

he slowly nods, a mistake as the alcohol is setting in and even that made him a little unstable. you rush forward to catch san before he could trip over himself, his hands landing on your waist and head dropping to rest against your chest.

you gently lift his head up by his chin, taking in his disheveled state. in the lamp light you notice that his cheeks are tinged pink, a slight shine to his forehead from sweat, and the smell of alcohol was strong on his breath as he pants, his breath fanning across your face.

“are you drunk?” you ask, resting your hand against his cheek. he immediately nuzzles into, sighing at the cool touch. he looks up at you, eyes glossy and unfocused.

he ignores your question, his gaze dropping to your lips. he leans in, presumably to kiss you. but before your mouths could touch, you lean your head back and earn a little groan from san who starts to pout.

“i asked if you are drunk.”

“only a little bit tipsy,” he hurriedly mumbles as he hiccups, leaning in to kiss you again only to be denied. this time by you placing a finger against his wet mouth. “fuck, why~” he whines impatiently, fingers drumming against your waist.

“you said you wanted to talk to me, not kiss me,” you remind him of the reason why we’re here, with a giggle. san puffs in annoyance. he didn’t actually have anything to say, just wanted to finally be alone with you. “you dragged me away from my conversation with woo-“

you’re cut off by san rushing in to press his lips against yours. nibbling and licking at your bottom lip, taking control of the kiss. he doesn’t want to hear that name right now. doesn’t care about what you and him were talking about, he just wants you to focus on him.

you part your mouth, deepening it as you lick into san’s mouth. he moans into it and his knees buckle a bit, his grip on you tight to keep himself upright.

“this is what i wanted to talk about,” he breaths out when he pulls back for air, a string of saliva connecting you two. “your birthday gift.”

it’s true. san did have a gift for you, he’s been waiting all night for everyone to leave so he can give it to you. quite literally. but if this is what it took for you to forget about everyone else, forget about woo, and just give him all your attention then…

“i’m confused…” you slowly say, furrowing your brows and searching san’s face for some kind of answer. there was a lot of physical activity going on for him to be talking about a gift.

“can i show you it,” he leads you to the bed, and instructs you to get on it and you follow his instruction, curious. “i was going to wait until after the party, but i’m a bit impatient now…” he says, a whiny tone in his voice.

“san- what exactly is this ‘gift’?”

he once again ignores you, climbing on the bed and crawling towards you, hovering over you. it forces you to lean back, your head gently hitting the mattress as san looks down at you with his flushed face. his hand instantly roaming your body, up your thighs, to your waist, and under your shirt to cup a breast.

your eyes can’t help but to flutter at that, your breathing picking up slightly as you watch san’s movements. he moves in to kiss you, not holding back this time and shoves his tongue into your mouth. he whines as your tongues swirl together.

“san,” you whisper into his mouth. he pays you no mind, trying to get as much of you as he can, hoping to distract you enough. “sannie, as much as i’m enjoying this… there is a party going on downstairs and wooyoung-”

san grumbles at that, that name that you just can’t seem to stop saying. he sucks his teeth and leans back to sit up, a little too fast, his hands landing on your thighs as he wobbles.

“woo, woo, woo,” he mumbles, dropping his head down and shaking it from side to side. you rise up on your elbows to look at your boyfriend. “when are you going to pay attention to me, huh?”

“i’ve been wanting to talk to you all night. been waiting to have just a second with you. just a little conversation, a kiss, a hug, a smile, a laugh. anything, but you’ve been giving it all to everyone else. i want that too. i’m your boyfriend.” he rambles, shakily pointing a finger at himself.

you have to press a hand to your mouth to keep from laughing. he was just too cute, all pouty and angry, his cheeks dusted red. you’ve never seen this side of him before. sure, you’ve gotten drunk with him, he usually gets all quiet, often staying to himself. but this was different…

“then someone else comes in, woo, and you’re all over him. what about me? laugh with me, talk to me, let me cling to you like that, i can-” he continues and you shut him up before he can rant on for hours, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

“sounds like your jealous,” you giggle as san lifts his head to look at you. his eyes flitter around your face, avoiding eye-contact with you, his face burning hotter.

“j-jealous, why would i be jealous?” he defensively says.

“you already answered your own question when you were rambling,” you whisper, wrapping a hand around his neck and fisting your hand into the hair on his nape, pulling him in for another kiss.

the make-out is all saliva and messy as san gasps, caught by surprise at the sudden attack on his lips. he lets you take the lead, losing himself in you. he wraps his arms around your waist from where he sat in your lap, drawing his body closer to yours.

his hips twitch against you when you bite his bottom lip, his hard cock dragging against your stomach and making san draw out a whimper.

“uhn,” he breathily moans when he grinds himself against you again. his head tilting back as he gets lost in the pleasure of the friction on his cock. you take advantage and leave little nibbles and pecks on his warm neck.

“can- can i still give you your gift, please?” he sighs, his hands skimming along your arms. the way he pleads, sends a trail of goosebumps along your skin where he touches.

you nod your head, your party forgotten about as the man in front of you starts to trail kisses down your body. he thumbs at your shirt, peeking at you, a silent ask. you take it upon yourself, stripping off your shirt.

san heavily breaths before leaning in and taking a tit into his mouth, whirling around his tongue on your nipple, making your back arch into him. he attends to both, switching between the two and leaving a few hickeys behind.

he moves down, kissing along your stomach and waist. he looks up at you when he makes it to the band of your skirt and with a playful smirk, dips his head under it and drags your underwear down your legs with his teeth.

he goes back down, burying his face into your cunt. it’s wet and messy and exactly what san wanted. he whimpers as he licks, lapping up at your juices, his nose pressing against your clit.

“sannie,” you breath, carding your fingers through his hair and tugging at some of the strands, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

san’s hip twitch against the bed, grinding down against the sheets. just him being able to taste you, turns him on. being able to please you, make you feel good, better than anyone else.

“does it feel good? am-am i doing good,” he asks, his thumb circling your clit as he looks at you with his half-lidded eyes, nothing but desire shining in them. he wants to hear you say it, he needs to know how good he is making you feel.

“so good, you’re doing so good,” you sigh, tossing your head back when san licks a strip from your entrance up to your clit.

he moans at your approval, his cock twitching where it was trapped between his pants and the bed, his body trembling as he gets close to cumming. he just wants to stay here, burying his tongue in you, he doesn’t care how messy it gets.

“fuck,” you gasp, grinding your hips against san’s face as you cum.

san whimpers, cumming untouched in his pants. he spills all over the bed, pushing his hips against the mattress as he licks up your mess, drinking you up like he did the alcohol.

once you come down, you let go of his hair and pull him up towards you. licking into his mouth to taste yourself on his tongue. you reach a hand down to his pants, hoping to return the favor and get met with a huge sticky spot there instead.

“did you…” you start, looking at san who had a sheepish look on his face. turning his to the side and clearing his throat in embarrassment.

“i-i can go again,” he whispers, removing his bottoms and stroking himself to hardness again. record speed. “i want to be inside you, please…”

he spreads your legs apart, placing himself there. he grabs onto your hips and slides his hot cock between your folds. he moans, his body shivering at the intense pleasure from just cumming.

“please, please let me put it in,” he pleads, stuttering out a moan when his tip catches on your entrance. he’s tempted to push in, but he won’t not until you say he can. “i’ll make you feel good, i- i promise.”

you don’t respond, wrapping your legs around him, you push him forward and into your wet heat.

“mm, fuck,” he loudly moans. it would’ve been too loud if not for the music blaring downstairs. even then, with how tipsy he was, he wouldn’t care if anyone heard.

he deeply rocks his hips into you, each thrust hitting just the right spot. punching short ‘ah’s’ from you.

“so good, only i can have this…” he babbles. his thrusts getting rougher, slamming his cock into you as he recalls the events from earlier.

“nobody else can see you like this, n-no one else can make you feel good…” he whines, his hold on your hips almost bruising as he pounds into you.

he feels drunk off of this. him feeling how you clench around him, how wet and warm it is. he needs more, he wants more, wants you to know that only he can do this to you.

“s-sannie,” you stutter as you can’t keep up with his pace. “s-slow down…” you moan, bringing your arms up to wrap around waist and bringing him closer to you.

of course he doesn’t slow down, it almost feels like he speeds up.

“so pretty, so tight…” he moans into your ear, his pace unrelenting as he fucks you. “wanna cum inside - i’ve been wanting it all night, i just - fuck. please let me.”

you pull him back to be face to face, his eyes closed and he doesn’t open them until you coo, “you want it that bad?”

he almost looks ravenous, his was so gone, drunk off you.

“yes, wanna cum inside,” he babbles, his voice raspy from all the moaning. “wanna fill you up, make you mine, please-“

“yeah?”

he nods his head wildly, “fuck yes, please~ i’ll be good, so good. i promise, if you just let me cum inside - let me own it.”

you lean in to whisper in his ear, “show me that you do,”

san’s breath hitches, a strangled moan stuck in his throat as his eyes roll back. one last thrust is all he had before he came deep inside.

“fuck, fuck, fuck…” he whiningly chants, as he fills you with rope after rope of cum. his breath hot against your neck that he was buried in.

you caress his back with one hand and his sweat-soaked hair with the other as he rides out his orgasm. weakly thrusting into you until he can’t from the sensitivity.

he pulls out with a hiss, rolling onto his back, feeling a different kind of heat and tingle in his body, one not from the alcohol.

you roll over to rest on his chest, tracing circles along his stomach.

“that was quite the birthday gift,” you laugh, with an exaggerated sigh. “you’re pretty cute when you’re jealous.”

“‘m not jea-“ he starts before getting interrupted by a knock at the bedroom door.

“hey um, i just wanted to say happy birthday again before heading out,” i voice shouts from the other side. “and it was nice to briefly meet you san, i hope we can talk more next time.” then there were footsteps.

san rolls his eyes after the second sentence, becoming aware of who was outside the door. his chest heaving and a tiny pout was on his lips.

you look at him with raised eyebrows and a knowing smile.

“i’m not jealous!” he shouts, a blush blooming on his face.

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His back hits the wall with a quiet thump as soft pants leave his lips, his breath fanning over your face. He groans at the contact with the wall.

“You okay Min?” You ask softly with a smirk, moving his hair out of his face. He just looks at you, his eyes glazed over and his mouth hanging open ever so slightly. He gulps as he garners the strength to give you a small nod.

His large hands are spread across your waist hesitantly, like he’s not allowed to touch, like he can’t believe he’s actually holding you.

You lean in again, kissing him, his breath hitches but his body adjusts quickly, his hands pulling you closer to him to deepen the kiss, your hand tangled in his hair, you pull once.

You pull again, and there it was.

A noise, almost inaudible, but present, a cross between a whine and a whimper. You smirk against his lips, you feel him tense up as the sound is tugged out of him, he wasn’t even aware he could produce such a sound.

“Its okay,” you whisper softly “relax.” you mutter against his lips, he sighs shakily as he chases your lips, aching for more.

He manoeuvres his head, unconsciously pulling against your hand to recreate the feeling of you tugging on his hair. You can only smile against his lips, you decide not to torture him by making him ask, instead, you give him what he wants, whether he even realises he wants it.

You tug again, a little harder, and it happens again.

He whines into your mouth, his hands shaking against your back, you do it once more, and his knees buckle slightly, you can only chuckle softly.

“Oh you liked that..” you taunt him, usually he would have a retort ready to go, but he could only pant quietly against your lips.

You give him no time to catch his breath as your lips move swiftly to his jaw, trailing kisses along his neck and jawline. his hands grip your hips so tightly you’re convinced there will be a bruise, you find his pulse point and your lips latch on, you suck experimentally, testing the waters.

A groan leaves him, you continue.

“W- wait..” he says quietly, you suck the spot ever so gently, with enough power to leave a mark, but not enough to satisfy. “Please..” he whispers.

You pull away, looking at him with concern.

“You okay?” You ask genuinely.

He closes his eyes with a nod “Dizzy” he lets his forehead fall against yours “‘m so dizzy,” he whines.

You grin “that’s okay, ive got you,” you cup his face, he meets your eyes for a second before getting embarrassed and burying his head in your neck.

You pull him up again so he’s looking at you.

“I can stop,” you say.

He shakes his head weakly “N- no…please don’t,” he whispers almost desperately “please don’t stop.”

You smile, kissing him passionately. He responds quickly, his hands finding the confidence to explore your body, like hes trying to memorise your form, your lips find his neck again, you can feel him pushing against you, as if he’s trying to move you away, as if it’s too much. But the pretty sounds leaving his lips as you mark his neck say otherwise.

You pull away eventually, his hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed and his lips slightly swollen, he looked totally debauched.

3:12.

He’s been staring at the clock all day waiting for you to get back.

"Fuck," Wooyoung muttered under his breath, drumming his fingers against the kitchen counter. The rhythmic tapping matched the second hand of the clock, each tick louder than the last. He'd cleaned the apartment twice, reorganized his vinyl collection, and even attempted to cook. He burned the shit out of the rice, but whatever. None of it helped.

4:37.

The apartment smelled like charred rice and impatience. Wooyoung paced from the living room to the bedroom for the fifteenth time, kicking a stray sock out of his way with more force than necessary. His phone buzzed in his pocket—another useless notification. Not you. Never you when he wanted you most.

5:09.

The key turned in the lock just as Wooyoung was debating whether to text you for the third time in twenty minutes. His head snapped up so fast he nearly tripped over his own feet scrambling toward the door. You barely had time to drop your bag before he was on you, hands gripping your waist like he’d drown if he let go.

"Jesus, Wooyoung—!" You gasped as his teeth scraped your neck, his whole body pressing you back against the wall. Your keys clattered to the floor, forgotten. His hands were already under your shirt, rough and desperate, like he'd been counting the seconds skin-to-skin.

“I missed you,” Wooyoung breathed against your skin, his voice ragged with want. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him so you could feel exactly how much. “You were gone too fucking long. I was about to explode.”

"That’s what work’ll do to you, sweet thing," you muttered, tipping your head back against the wall as Wooyoung's lips trailed fire down your throat. His hands were everywhere at once—under your shirt, tugging at your belt loops, pressing insistently between your thighs like he couldn’t decide which part of you to claim first. "Okay! Can I declutter first?!"

Wooyoung let out a frustrated groan, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as you pushed him back just enough to wiggle out of your coat. "Mmh no," he whined, fingers immediately hooking into your belt loops to drag you close again. "Declutter later. Me now." His breath hitched when you arched an eyebrow, unmoved, and he squeezed his eyes shut like a kid denied candy. "Please, mommy."

"Uh-huh. Coat first." You shoved him back again, this time with enough force that he stumbled a step, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout that would’ve been comical if his eyes weren’t so dark with hunger.

You shrugged out of your coat, hanging it neatly on the hook by the door like the slowest possible torture. Wooyoung made a wounded noise in the back of his throat, fingers twitching at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from grabbing you again.

“Aw, bunny,” you cooed, reaching out to pinch Wooyoung’s flushed cheek while he glared at you. His hand shot up to grab your wrist before you could pull away, his grip tight but not painful, just insistent, like he needed the contact to breathe.

“You’re so fucking mean,” he grumbled, but the way his thumb rubbed circles into your pulse point betrayed him.

"Mean?" You smirked, letting him drag you closer by the wrist until his chest bumped yours. "You're the one who nearly broke the door down when I walked in."

Wooyoung's grip on your wrist tightened just enough to make your breath catch. "You like it," he muttered, lips brushing the inside of your palm before he nipped at the skin there, sharp enough to sting. You hissed, but the sound twisted into a laugh when he immediately soothed the bite with his tongue, eyes flicking up to yours like a challenge.

"You're such a brat," you sighed, but the way your fingers curled into his hair gave you away. Wooyoung grinned against your palm, all sharp edges and smug satisfaction, before suddenly dropping to his knees with a thud that made you jump. His hands slid up your thighs, slow and deliberate, fingers hooking into the waistband of your pants like he owned them.

“Oh—okay, in front of the door. That’s cool,” you muttered, but Wooyoung was already tugging your pants down your hips before you could finish the sentence. His teeth grazed the inside of your thigh, biting just hard enough to make your breath hitch, and you barely had time to brace yourself against the wall before his mouth was on you, hot and wet and relentless.

“Woo—” Your protest died in your throat when he sucked hard enough to make your knees buckle. He tugged at your underwear with his teeth, tongue dragging across the fabric and creating a noticeable wet patch.

His fingers dug into the backs of your thighs as he yanked you forward, nearly knocking you off balance. You barely caught yourself on the wall, fingers scrambling for purchase as Wooyoung’s tongue licked a hot stripe through the fabric.

“Jesus—Woo, the door,” you gasped, half-concerned about neighbors, half-distracted by the way his teeth scraped against your clit through the soaked material. He ignored you, peeling your underwear aside with his thumb, mouth already moving like he’d mapped out every inch of you in his head while you were gone.

The wet sound of his mouth working against you was obscenely loud, the noises leaking into the hallway past the open front door, and you bit your lip hard enough to taste copper when Wooyoung groaned against your skin, the vibration shooting straight to your core.

His fingers dug bruises into your thighs as he yanked you closer still, his nose bumping against your clit with every messy lick like he was trying to drown himself in you. “Fuck, mommy,” he panted against your skin, lips slick and swollen, “you taste so good—fuck—”

The hallway air was thick with the sound of skin and desperate breaths, your fingers twisting in Wooyoung’s hair hard enough to make him whine, not in protest, but encouragement. He lapped at you like a man starved, his tongue flat and broad as it dragged up your slit, slow just to feel you twitch against his mouth.

"S-Shit," you hissed, your hips rocking forward, chasing the heat of his lips. He chuckled, the vibration making your thighs tremble, before sucking your clit into his mouth.

You glance at the door. Jesus, if he hadn’t’ve trampled you like that, you would’ve been able to close it. You reached toward it, your fingers stretching, and then he growled into your skin, sucking hard enough to make your vision white out.

“You started this with the door—” You moaned when he sucked harshly on your clit. “—s-still open!”

Wooyoung’s fingers dug harder into your thighs when you tried to reach for the door again. “Leave it,” he mumbled against your skin, tongue flicking over your clit just to feel you jerk against his mouth. His lips were slick with you, spit-smeared and glistening, and the sight of him kneeling there. His eyes locked on yours made your stomach twist.

Your fingers tangled harder in his hair, hips jerking forward when Wooyoung’s tongue curled just right. "Someone’s gonna—" you started, cut off by his teeth grazing your clit. The groan that ripped out of you echoed louder than you intended. Wooyoung’s smirk was palpable against your skin.

Your noises bled into the hallway, but didn’t care. Wooyoung’s tongue was relentless, his nose pressed tight against you as he sucked your clit like it was the only thing keeping him alive. Your thighs trembled, knees threatening to give out. “Fuck—” you gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.

“I’m close,” you whimper, voice cracking as Wooyoung’s tongue fucks into you faster. The words barely register, he’s too busy humming against your skin, drunk on the way you clench around his mouth.

The door creaked louder than your gasp when Wooyoung shoved two fingers into you without warning. His mouth never left your clit, sucking harder as your thighs clamped around his head. “Fuck, Woo—!” You jerked against the wall, heels skidding on the hardwood.

Your fingers twisted tighter in his hair, hips jerking forward when his tongue curled just right. "Oh my god, please—" The words dissolved into a choked moan as Wooyoung's teeth grazed your clit. The sound bounced off the hallway walls, too loud, too shameless. His smirk burned against your skin.

Without warning, your legs started to tremble. You grip onto his hair, your knees buckling as Wooyoung licks into you like a starving man. His fingers curl inside you, pressing deep, just the way you like it.

“Fuck, I’m cumming—!”

Your thighs clamped around Wooyoung’s head like a vice, the heel of your foot digging into his back as your orgasm ripped through you. His tongue didn’t let up, if anything, it got worse, licking into you through the tremors until you were shoving at his shoulders with a whimper. “Too much—fuck—”

Wooyoung didn’t let up, his tongue still working you through the aftershocks until your thighs shook too hard to keep him trapped. You slumped against the wall, breath ragged, fingers limp in his hair. He licked his lips, chin glistening, and grinned up at you like he’d just won something.

“You’re evil,” you panted, legs still shaking as Wooyoung licked his lips like he’d just finished dessert. His grin was all teeth, smug and satisfied, even as he wiped his chin with the back of his hand.

Wooyoung stayed on his knees, breathing hard against your thigh. His fingers flexed where they still dug into your skin. "Not evil," he mumbled, pressing a wet kiss to the inside of your knee. "Just hungry. And I missed you."

You push yourself up, shoving him back with your foot as you push the door closed finally. The click of the lock echoes louder than it should, like punctuation to the mess Wooyoung just made of you.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Wooyoung didn’t need telling twice. He lunged off his knees so fast the floorboards creaked, hands already grabbing at your waist before you could take a full step. “Fucking finally,” he growled, teeth scraping your earlobe as he half-dragged, half-carried you toward the bedroom. His grip was bruising, fingers digging into your skin like he was afraid you’d vanish if he eased up for even a second.

When you made it to the bedroom, Wooyoung was already pulling his shirt off with a reckless urgency that made you laugh until he turned around and you saw his chest heaving, his skin flushed pink from collarbones to waistband.

“You look hot like that,” you murmured, watching Wooyoung’s chest rise and fall like he’d just run a marathon. His pupils were blown wide, lips still wet from you, and the way his fingers trembled as he fumbled with his belt buckle was almost endearing. Almost. You clicked your tongue, stepping forward to bat his hands away. “Let me.”

Wooyoung’s breath hitched when your fingers brushed his stomach, his hips jerking forward instinctively like he couldn’t help it. You smirked, taking your time unbuckling his belt while he whined under his breath, fingers twitching at his sides like he wanted to grab you but didn’t dare.

“Mommy,” he groaned, voice cracking when you dragged his zipper down painfully slow. “C’mon, please,” You ignore him, pushing him back against the mattress.

You noticed the wet patch in his underwear, the way his hips twitched forward whenever your fingers brushed his waistband like a dog begging for scraps. "God, you're a mess," you murmured, kissing alongside his happy trail.

Wooyoung whimpered when your fingers finally slipped past the waistband of his underwear, his hips jerking forward to meet your touch before you’d even fully touched him. “Fuck—,” His voice cracked, raw and wrecked.

“My baby’s so wet, isn’t he?” Your fingers tap his clit ever so gently, watching his legs shake as you trace lazy circles. Not enough to push him over, just enough to make him whimper. His hips jerk forward, chasing your touch, but you pull your hand away with a tut.

Wooyoung makes a wounded noise, forehead dropping onto your shoulder as he grabs onto your arm. “No fair,” he slurs against your skin, breath hot and uneven.

"You did this to yourself eating me out when the door was still open. This is your punishment, bunny," you murmured, pressing a kiss to Wooyoung's trembling jaw while your fingers traced idle circles just above where he needed you most. His breath hitched, hips jerking forward in a futile attempt to grind against your hand, but you held him still with your other palm flat against his stomach. "Patience, baby."

Wooyoung whined high in his throat, fingers twisting in the sheets like he might tear them if you didn’t touch him properly soon. You smirked, dragging your fingertips just under the swell of his clit. Close enough to tease, far enough to torture. His hips jerked off the bed, chasing your touch with a desperation that made your stomach clench. “Mommy, please,” His voice cracked, ragged at the edges like he’d been begging for hours.

Wooyoung’s fingers clenched into the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of holding still. His chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, every inhale catching when your thumb brushed just beneath his clit—not quite touching, but close enough to make his thighs tremble.

“You’re so mean to me,” he whined, voice cracking as you leaned down to nip at his earlobe, your breath hot against his skin.

All you do is chuckle, finally tugging his underwear down his hips in one slow, deliberate motion. Wooyoung kicks them off the second they clear his thighs, his breath coming in ragged bursts as he watches your fingers trail back up his trembling legs.

“So impatient,” you murmur, dragging your nails lightly over his inner thigh just to watch him shiver. His hips jerk off the mattress again, but you press him back down with a firm hand on his stomach. “Stay.”

Wooyoung’s breath hitched when your fingers finally brushed his clit, feather-light, just enough to make his thighs tremble. “There you go,” you murmured, watching his hips jerk off the mattress like he couldn’t help it. His hands fisted the sheets, knuckles white, but he didn’t dare move, not when you’d told him to stay. The obedience made your chest warm, even as his whine cracked the air between you. “Good boy.”

You lean down, kissing the inside of his thigh just to feel him tremble. Wooyoung’s breath comes in ragged bursts, his fingers twisting the sheets tighter with every inch your lips drag closer to where he needs you most. When you exhale against his clit, hot and slow, he lets out a sound that’s half-sob, half-laugh — like he’s both overwhelmed and desperate for more.

“God, you’re too pretty like this,” you murmur, nipping at the soft skin of his inner thigh just to watch him squirm. His hips jerk forward, but you press him down again with a firm hand on his stomach, your thumb rubbing slow circles into the dip of his hipbone. “Look at you. So wet for mommy.”

“Yeah—,” Wooyoung’s voice cracks, halfway between a whine and a plea, hips twitching helplessly under your palm. His clit pulses under your thumb when you press down just slightly, just enough to make his breath stutter. You watch the way his stomach tenses, the way his thighs shake when you drag your nail lightly over the swollen bud. “Fuck— fuck, please—“

“You smell so good, bunny.” Your voice was low, teasing, as you pressed your nose against Wooyoung’s inner thigh, inhaling deep just to feel him shudder. His hips jerked off the mattress, a whine caught between his teeth, but you didn’t give him what he wanted, not yet. Instead, you dragged your tongue up the crease of his thigh, slow and deliberate, savoring the way his breath hitched like he’d been punched.

“So fucking pretty,” you murmured, lips brushing his clit just enough to make his legs shake. “All spread out for me like this.”

“Mm, mommy can’t wait to taste you.” The words dripped from your lips like honey, slow and deliberate, just to watch Wooyoung’s thighs twitch. His breath hitched when you blew a cool stream of air over his clit, his hips jerking off the mattress in a silent plea. You smirked, dragging your teeth lightly over his inner thigh.

“I bet it hurts, huh?” you coo, pressing a kiss to the trembling skin just below his hipbone. “Good things come to boys who wait.”

Wooyoung's entire body arched off the mattress when your tongue finally—finally—dragged a slow, flat stripe up his clit. The sound he made was halfway between a sob and a curse, his fingers ripping at the sheets like he might tear them apart.

"Fuck!" His voice cracked, thighs trembling violently when you sucked him into your mouth without warning, your lips tight and relentless around his throbbing clit. His hips jerked forward on instinct, but you pinned him down with a firm hand on his stomach, your nails digging into his skin just enough to remind him who was in charge.

Wooyoung’s back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from his throat as your tongue flicked over his clit in quick, punishing circles. His thighs trembled under your grip, slick with sweat where your fingers dug into his skin. “I-It feels s’good, mommy—” His voice was raw, ragged at the edges like he’d been screaming for hours. You hummed against him, the vibration sending a violent shudder through his body, his hips jerking helplessly against your mouth.

You lift his legs and rest them over your shoulders, burying your face deeper between his thighs just to hear the way his voice breaks. Wooyoung claws at the sheets, his back arching off the mattress as you suck his clit into your mouth, lips tight and insistent. His hips jerk forward, chasing the pressure, but you pin him down, your forearm across his stomach now.

Wooyoung’s fingers twisted into your hair, not pulling, just holding on like he’d float away otherwise. His thighs trembled against your shoulders, every ragged gasp punched out of him as your tongue worked him over with slow, deliberate strokes. The taste of him filled your mouth, and you groaned against his skin just to feel him jerk like he’d been electrocuted.

Wooyoung’s thighs clamped around your head, his heels digging into your back as his entire body tensed like a bowstring. “G-Gonna—fuck—” The warning dissolved into a strangled cry as his orgasm hit, his hips stuttering against your mouth while you drank him down, slow and relentless.

His fingers twisted tighter in your hair, pulling just enough to sting, but you didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, not when he was shuddering and gasping above you like a man drowning.

Wooyoung was still trembling from his first orgasm when your fingers trailed down his stomach, tracing idle circles along his belly button. His breath hitched, hips jerking forward instinctively only for your palm to press him firmly back into the mattress. "Stay," you murmured, nipping at the inside of his thigh just to hear him whine.

Wooyoung whimpered when your fingers traced lower, teasing the slick heat between his thighs. His legs twitched, still sensitive from the first orgasm, but he didn’t pull away, just arched his back in silent invitation. You smirked against his skin, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh before dragging your tongue up his clit again, slow and deliberate. His breath hitched, hips jerking off the mattress, but you pinned him down with your free hand, fingers rubbing lazy circles just above his entrance.

Your fingers teased his entrance, pressing in just enough to make him gasp before retreating again. Wooyoung whined, hips jerking forward in a futile attempt to chase your touch, but you held him down with your forearm still firm across his stomach.

"So greedy," you murmured against his inner thigh, biting just hard enough to leave a mark. His fingers twisted in your hair, tugging sharply to anchor himself as your tongue dragged another slow, torturous stripe up his clit.

Your fingers traced lazy circles around Wooyoung’s entrance, just barely dipping in before retreating, enough to make his hips jerk off the mattress with a whine that bordered on pathetic. “Mommy,” he gasped, fingers twisting in your hair like he couldn’t decide whether to pull you closer or shove you away. “I-I’ve been so good, pleaseee—”

Your fingers press into him without warning, curling deep just as your tongue flicks over his clit again. Wooyoung's entire body bows off the bed, a ragged scream tearing from his throat as his thighs clamp around your head like a vice.

"S-Shit! Shit, oh my god—" His voice cracks, hands scrambling for purchase in the sheets as you crook your fingers just right, rubbing that spot inside him that makes his vision blur. His hips jerk forward uncontrollably, fucking himself onto your fingers with a desperation that would be embarrassing if he had the capacity to care.

Wooyoung’s breath came in ragged, punched-out gasps as your fingers worked him open with slow, deliberate strokes. His hips twitched helplessly, riding the rhythm of your hand while your mouth stayed glued to his clit, sucking just hard enough to keep him teetering on the edge.

“Fuck—ah! Fffuck!” His voice cracked, fingers clawing at the sheets as you crooked your fingers inside him, pressing against that spot that made his thighs shake. You hummed against him, the vibration dragging another whine from his throat, his back arching off the mattress like he was trying to escape the pleasure.

Wooyoung came with a sound like glass breaking—sharp, sudden, and utterly beyond his control. His back arched off the mattress so violently the headboard slammed against the wall, his thighs clamping around your head hard enough to bruise.

You didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, not when his entire body was shuddering apart beneath you, his hands scrabbling at your shoulders like he was trying to push you away and drag you closer all at once. His clit pulsed against your tongue, swollen and oversensitive, but you kept licking, kept sucking, until his whines turned to sobs and his hips stuttered in aborted little jerks against your mouth.

“M-Mommy— please, please, please— I-I can’t—” Wooyoung’s voice shattered into a sob as his hips jerked uncontrollably, his body taut like a bowstring about to snap. You didn’t let up, fingers still working inside him, tongue flicking over his oversensitive clit with ruthless precision.

His thighs trembled violently, slick with sweat where they pressed against your shoulders, and when he came again, it was with a sound so raw it barely resembled human speech—just a choked, guttural noise ripped from somewhere deep in his chest.

Spurts of liquid landed on your hand and arm, even on your face. His back arched off the bed so sharply you worried he might hurt himself, his fingers scrabbling at the sheets like he was trying to claw his way out of his own skin.

Finally, you pull away, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as Wooyoung collapses against the mattress like a marionette with its strings cut. His chest heaves, skin flushed deep red from his collarbones down to where his thighs still twitch involuntarily. A thin sheen of sweat makes him glisten under the dim bedroom light, and when you drag your fingers through the mess between his legs, he whimpers.

“Aw, bunny. I’m not even done with you yet,” you cooed, watching Wooyoung’s eyelids flutter as he fought to stay conscious. His chest still heaved, his skin sticky with sweat where your fingers traced idle patterns over his hipbones. When you pressed your thumb against his clit again, just a featherlight touch, his entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, a broken noise tearing from his throat.

Wooyoung barely had time to catch his breath before you were sliding off the bed, leaving him sprawled and twitching on the sheets like a discarded puppet. His fingers scrabbled weakly at the mattress as he tried and failed to prop himself up on trembling elbows.

“W-Wait—where—” His voice cracked, raw from screaming, but you were already across the room, rummaging through the dresser drawer with single-minded focus.

Wooyoung blinked dazedly at the ceiling, his thighs still twitching with aftershocks as the mattress dipped with your absence. The room spun slightly, or maybe that was just his vision blurring, but he managed to turn his head just enough to watch you stride toward the dresser. His breath hitched when you yanked the bottom drawer open with a careless jerk, the wood scraping loud enough to make his oversensitive nerves flinch.

The drawer screeched open, your fingers closing around the familiar silicone harness before Wooyoung could even process what was happening. His breath hitched audibly when you turned back to him, the strap dangling from your grip like a promise.

Wooyoung barely had time to whimper before you grabbed his hips and flipped him onto his stomach, his cheek smushing against the damp sheets as his legs instinctively spread wider. His breath hitched when you dragged the harness straps through your fingers with deliberate slowness, watching the way his back arched in anticipation—like a cat stretching before pouncing.

“Up,” you ordered, tapping his ass until he lifted his hips with a shaky exhale, his thighs trembling from the effort.

Wooyoung barely had the strength to lift himself onto his elbows, his thighs still trembling from the aftershocks. But the second your fingers dug into his hips, he obeyed, rolling onto his stomach with a shaky exhale. His chest pressed flat against the mattress, arms folding beneath his head as he arched his back instinctively, presenting himself like a goddamn offering.

"This what you’ve been waiting for? Hm?" you chuckle, smoothing your hands down Wooyoung's trembling back as you lined up behind him. “For mommy’s cock to be deep inside you?”

His breath hitched audibly when the tip of the toy pressed against him, still loose from your fingers but twitching tight with anticipation. "Look at you," you cooed, dragging the dildo in slow circles just to watch his hips jerk. "Already dripping for me like a good boy."

Wooyoung's breath hitched when you pushed into him in one slow, unrelenting stroke, his chest lifting off the mattress like a live wire, fingers scrambling for purchase in the sheets. "Fffuck, i-it’s so…” His voice cracked, raw and wrecked, as you bottomed out inside him, hips flush against his trembling ass.

"So good for me," you murmured, dragging your nails down the sweat-slick curve of his spine just to feel him shudder. "Taking me so deep like this, baby. Perfect. God, I bet it’s so deep, huh?”

The first thrust punched the air from Wooyoung’s lungs—hard enough to send his face smacking into the mattress, his fingers twisting the sheets into knots.

“Jesus—!” His voice cracked, spine arching like a bowstring as you bottomed out inside him, the stretch bordering on too much after how thoroughly you’d already wrecked him. You paused, grinding deeper just to hear the wet, punched-out noise he made, his thighs trembling violently against yours.

"Mmmh, look at you," you murmured, one hand gripping Wooyoung's hip hard enough to bruise as the other smoothed up the trembling curve of his spine. He shuddered violently when you pulled out almost completely, just to slam back in with a wet snap of skin against skin that echoed off the bedroom walls. His choked moan dissolved into a whine when you didn't let up, setting a relentless pace that had his thighs quivering within seconds. "So fucking perfect for me, bunny. Taking me so good—you feel that? How deep I am?"

Your hands slither up his back, one grabbing his neck and pushing him into the mattress. Wooyoung whines into the sheets, the sound muffled but no less desperate, his hips twitching back against you instinctively.

"Such a good boy," you murmur, your voice dripping with honeyed praise as you roll your hips forward in a slow, grinding motion that has his thighs shaking.

His breath hitches, fingers clawing at the sheets when you pull back only to thrust in again, deeper this time, until his back arches like a drawn bowstring. "You take me so good every time."

"Fuck, look at you," you growled, tightening your grip on Wooyoung's hips as you snapped forward without warning, burying yourself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. His scream shattered against the mattress, hands scrabbling at the sheets like he might tear them apart. "Taking me like you were made for it—god, you’re perfect." Your praise dripped from your lips between ragged breaths, each word punctuated by another punishing snap of your hips that drove him deeper into the mattress.

"You love this, don't you?" The words were a growl against Wooyoung's ear as your fingers tightened around his throat, cutting off his next whimper before it could escape. His hips jerked back against yours instinctively, his body moving on autopilot even as his breath stuttered under your grip. "That's it—fuck yourself back on me, baby. Show mommy how much you need it.”

"Greedy pussy sucking me in—" The words punched out of you between thrusts, your hips slamming into Wooyoung's trembling body with a rhythm that sent the headboard cracking against the wall like a gunshot. Your fingers tightened around his throat, cutting off his next whimper before it could escape, and the way his thighs jerked told you he loved it. His hips stuttered, oversensitive and shaking, but he still pushed back against you with a desperation that made your stomach clench.

"Fuck, baby—look at you," you groaned, snapping your hips forward in a brutal rhythm that had Wooyoung's thighs slapping against yours with every thrust. He opened his mouth in a silent scream, fingers twisting the sheets into knots as you piston into him without mercy.

"M-Mommy—, ah!" Wooyoung's voice shattered into a sob as you pistoned into him faster, your hips snapping forward with a brutal rhythm that left no room for mercy. You didn't slow down, couldn't slow down, not when he was so tight and wet around you, his body arching back into every thrust like he was starving for it.

"Tell mommy how much you needed," you growled, one hand tightening around his hip while the other dragged nails down his sweat-slick spine.

Wooyoung's entire body convulsed when your fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back sharply and forcing his spine into a cruel arch as you drove into him with relentless precision. His mouth fell open in a silent scream, drool spilling down his chin as his vision blurred at the edges.

“N-Needed it so bad," He groaned, a bit of saliva dribbling down his chin. “Can’t—I can’t.. ‘m close,” The warning dissolved into a wet, guttural moan as his hips stuttered wildly, his feet kicking up behind you as he neared orgasm.

Wooyoung's fingers scrabbled uselessly against the sheets when you abruptly flipped him onto his back, his legs hooking around your waist before his brain could catch up. His chest heaved, lips parted in a silent gasp as you loomed over him, his hair a mess and sweat dripping down your collarbones. The raw hunger in your eyes punched the air from his lungs. "Mommy—" His voice cracked, hands fluttering against your thighs like he wasn't sure whether to push or pull.

Wooyoung’s head tipped back against the mattress as you slammed into him, the angle deeper no. His hands flew to your thighs, fingers digging in hard enough to leave crescents in your skin, but he didn’t push you away. His hips jerked up to meet every thrust, his breath coming in ragged, punched-out gasps that dissolved into whimpers when your thumb brushed his swollen clit.

Wooyoung's back arched violently when your thumb pressed down, a rough, unforgiving circle that sent sparks shooting up his spine. His mouth fell open in a soundless scream, fingers clawing at your thighs as his hips bucked wildly, desperate for friction, for release, for anything.

"P-Please—" The word shattered into a sob as you snapped your hips forward, the harness dragging against that sweet spot inside him with brutal precision. His vision whited out for a second, his entire body locking up like a live wire.

Wooyoung’s entire body went rigid, his thighs clamping around your waist like a vice as his orgasm ripped through him with a violence that left him gasping—raw, shattered sounds punched from his chest with each stuttering thrust you didn’t let up. His clit pulsed under your thumb, oversensitive and twitching, but you kept rubbing, kept fucking into him, until his whimpers dissolved into sobs and his hands fluttered weakly against your hips like he was trying to push you away.

“Fuck, you’re so hot cumming around my dick, baby! You want me to fill you up?” You laugh, breathless, as Wooyoung’s thighs clamp around your waist, his whole body shuddering like a leaf in a storm as his orgasm rips through him. His fingers scrabble weakly at your hips, his hips jerking in aborted little thrusts as you keep rolling into him, slower now but relentless, dragging out every last aftershock until his whines dissolve into wet, hiccupping sobs.

“You want me to cum in you, huh? Mmmh, you’d look so pretty full, bunny.”

Wooyoung’s breath hitched in a wet, broken gasp when you slowed your thrusts to a torturous grind, the harness pressing deep inside him as you leaned down to lick a stripe up his sweaty throat.

His fingers twitched against your thighs, weak and uncoordinated, but his hips still jerked up instinctively, like his body couldn’t stop chasing yours even when he was oversensitive and shaking. “M-Mommy,” His voice cracked, raw from screaming, and you nipped at his jaw just to feel him shudder.

Wooyoung’s thighs trembled violently when you pulled out almost completely, only to slam back in with a wet, filthy noise that had his toes curling into the sheets. His breath hitched in a broken whimper, oversensitive and wrung-out, but his hips still arched up instinctively, chasing the drag of the harness inside him like he couldn’t help himself.

"Greedy," you murmured, dragging your nails down his sweat-slick chest just to watch him jerk. His clit pulsed under your thumb, swollen and red, and when you pressed down hard, his entire body locked up, back bowing off the mattress like he’d been electrocuted.

“Fuck, I’m cumming baby,” You moan, hips stuttering against Wooyoung’s ass as the harness pulses inside him, the silicone tip releasing a warm gush of liquid that makes him whimper. His thighs twitch violently around your waist, oversensitive and trembling, but he doesn’t pull away, just arches his back higher, pressing himself deeper onto the toy like he’s trying to milk every last drop.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” you growl, grinding deeper as the harness releases another spurt.

The harness pulsed inside Wooyoung with another warm gush, the liquid trickling down as he shuddered violently beneath you, his body arching into each spasm like it was wired to take everything you gave him.

"Oh my god," His voice cracked, raw and ruined, fingers scrabbling weakly at your hips as you ground deeper, milking the last of the harness's release into him with slow, deliberate rolls of your hips. You smirked at the way his stomach twitched with each pulse, his clit swollen and oversensitive where it rubbed against the base of the harness.

Wooyoung’s body went slack beneath you, his chest heaving as he stared dazedly at the ceiling, his lips parted and skin flushed from his collarbones down to where your fingers still pressed against his trembling thighs. The harness pulsed inside him one last time, and he whimpered, a weak little noise that cracked halfway through. You leaned down, licking a stripe up his sweaty throat just to feel him shudder. “Still with me, bunny?”

Wooyoung blinked up at you, his eyelashes fluttering like he was trying to focus through a haze. His lips parted and his throat bobbing as he swallowed weakly. His fingers twitched against your thigh, too weak to grip but still trying, like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that it was utterly spent.

“M’here,” he slurred, voice wrecked and syrupy-slow, his hips giving a feeble jerk when you shifted slightly inside him. A thin trickle of liquid seeped from where the harness pressed into him, and his breath hitched, oversensitive and trembling.

His eyelashes fluttered when you pulled out slowly, watching the way his thighs instinctively squeezed together as if trying to keep you inside. A shudder wracked his body as liquid spilled onto the sheets beneath him, his breath hitching when your fingers trailed through the mess, spreading it across his trembling stomach.

"Fuck," he laughed weakly, voice shredded beyond recognition, his hips twitching weakly when you rubbed on his abdomen.

“Are you okay?” you laugh as you begin to unstrap yourself, sitting it down beside you two. You run your hands up and down his legs.

“Yeah, I just…” His thighs twitched when you brushed a thumb over his hipbone, his eyelashes fluttered like he was fighting to stay awake. “I need a minute,”

“Okay, bunny,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to his damp forehead before sliding off the bed. The sheets rustled as you grabbed the discarded towel that was nearby, dampening it with warm water from the bathroom sink before returning to his side.

The damp towel was warm against Wooyoung’s flushed skin as you dragged it over his trembling thighs, wiping away the sticky mess between his legs with slow, deliberate strokes. He whimpered at the first touch, his body oversensitive and twitching, but didn’t pull away. His fingers curling weakly into the sheets like he was anchoring himself to the bed.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of his knee when his leg jerked involuntarily. His skin was fever-hot under your lips, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air as you cleaned him with careful hands.

You reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. "Drink," you murmured, pressing the rim to his lips, and he obeyed with a sleepy whine, his throat bobbing weakly as he swallowed. Half of it dribbled down his chin, his coordination shot to hell, but you wiped it away with your thumb before he could even register the spill.

Wooyoung blinked up at you, his lashes sticky with tears, lips swollen and parted as he struggled to catch his breath. His chest rose and fell in shallow, uneven hitches—each exhale trembling like he might shatter apart if you touched him again. But when your fingers brushed a damp curl from his forehead, he leaned into the touch instinctively, his cheek pressing into your palm like a cat seeking warmth.

Wooyoung's fingers twitched weakly against your thigh, his body limp and spent, but his lips still curved into a drowsy smile when you pressed a kiss to his forehead. "M'good," he slurred, the words barely audible as his eyelashes fluttered shut.

You laughed softly, tucking the blanket around his shoulders before sliding off the bed, your own legs shaky from exertion. “Want some food?”

“Please,” he chuckled, turning to his side and sighing.

The room smelled like sex and sweat, the air thick and humid, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. Not when Wooyoung was sprawled across the sheets like a satisfied cat, his chest rising and falling in slow, even breaths.

“I love you, Wooyoungie,” you tease as you stand in the doorway, holding onto the doorknob.

“baby i don’t care if you’re sma-“ his eyes drop when he sees your tent. just the size of it was enough for him to drool. he definitely made sure you got rid of that shyness.

ᡴꪫ SEONGHWA…. is also shy. he found it cute that the two of you were in the same situation- trying to hide from each other and stick to kisses and wandering hands. but let’s be honest, he was aching for more.

so hearing you offer something outside of his plans upset him. he stared at you with his pretty eyes until you swallows and gave in. his eyes almost come out of their sockets when he sees how big you are. definitely shuts you up with kisses and a helpful mouth.

ᡴꪫ YUNHO….’s large hands were antsy. he needed to feel more and see more. you kept focusing more on his hands than on his kisses. you do anything to keep him away from below your shorts but…

yunho lets out a breathless moan when you spring free. he takes no time in working on you, praising you through and through.

ᡴꪫ YEOSANG…. was already on top of your lap. you were mentally begging he didn’t feel you because that was enough to give away how big you were. yet he kept moving his hips and when he pushes you down to lay on the pillows, just as he moves to crawl into a better position- he sees your tent.

you swallow at the immediate gaze he gives you. he’s surprised but so exited. he definitely shows you how much and his lovely voice coaxes you more than you coax him when he sinks down on it.

ᡴꪫ SAN…. wasted no time in demanding to see you. he was on a mission and he needed to fulfill it pronto. so when he sees how quiet you become when he pulls your out of your boxers, he smiles.

“i can take you baby,” he says eagerly, “imma prove it.” and he makes sure you don’t forget how much he’s in love with every single part of you.

ᡴꪫ MINGI…. was putting little to no work. our pillow princess was enjoying your attention in the form of kisses and gropes but he desperately needed more. he was so confused at how you tried to shy away from the deed.

actually, you weren’t, you were just trying to make him understand your size isn’t all that. i promise you, the second he sees it and the second he FEELS it, he’s letting you know it’s all that.

ᡴꪫ WOOYOUNG…. has a big mouth. you have a big dick. he has a big mouth. he has the AUDACITY to bully you over your shyness. your shyness goes out the window immediately.

he had it planned all along apparently. making sure you know he’s uncaring of your size. it turns into a rile competition and you end up showing him he should be nicer.

ᡴꪫ JONGHO…. tried not to panic. not over the fact that you were big. but at the fact he was just as shy as you were. the two of you sat in a dry silence until he makes eye contact with your flushes face.