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Your boyfriend wanted so much for you to have a good relationship with the other guysin his group, encouraging and taking you out drinking with them, it worked very well, everyone was very friendly and accepted you as a new part of the family. Just a few months ago you got closer to Zuho than the others, the same interests and sense of humorbrought you together in an amazing friendship, you used to go out together every week and make FaceTime calls when you couldn't be together. At first this was well appreciated by Inseong, since he had insisted on this bond, but as the days went by the boy realized that his heart was slowly getting tighter every time he saw them together.

He had always valued open communication within their relationship, but this time the subject seemed silly to him, and he was too embarrassed to just say that he was jealous. He tried several times to arrange dates or just Netflix nights so that you could clear your plans with Zuho, but you always respected your word and told him that you would make it up to him later. And indeed you did, whether it was watching as many movies as he wanted the next day, going to all the restaurants he wanted, or giving him all the love you had through wet kisses and mind-blowing sex. In those moments, he would be so wrapped up in that love that he wouldn't even remember the jealousy that once tormented him.

This delicious feeling didn't take long to pass when he saw you on a call with your group mate, or you getting ready to go out with him, he wanted to hold you and pin you to the bed, kiss you until you chose him to stay, after all only he would kiss you like that. He then decided that he would make you an amazing dinner, cook your favorite dish even though he didn't have the best cooking skills, buy some flowers while you were away, and make sure to make everything perfect for the two of you.

So he went to your place since doing it in the dorm would be a mess, tied your apron around his waist and started cooking pretending to know what he was doing in an attempt to incorporate the vibe. When he finished the food he lined up the plates, cutlery, cups, and napkins, smiled proudly at his work and arranged the flowers in the vase on the American countertop, sat down on the couch to wait. Suddenly remembering something, he ran to your room to look for a scented candle that took its place in the center of the table, now he sat on the sofa and waited.

He waited, waited and waited, close to nine o'clock at night and already almost falling asleep on the sofa the sound of the keys made him widen his eyes and straighten on his way to greet you, the door opened, and soon he heard the laughter that the friends shared.

"My love, good to see you, why this dim light?" you said as you groped around looking for the light switch.

"Oh, it's no big deal, I made something for us." he put enough emphasis on the "us" looking bitterly at a smiling Zuho who was making his way into the house.

"You're sweet, baby." you left a quick little kiss on Inseong's lips, which made him almost forget the situation. "I'm sure you won't mind Zu joining us, right? I'm starving."

"No, I don't mind." he completed softly as he maneuvered to pick up a new set of plate, cutlery and bowl.

"Thanks Hyung, the food looks delicious." said Zuho sitting in Inseong's customary seat, something that made him fumble with anger.

You exchanged few words during dinner, everyone seemed too excited about your boyfriend's culinary success, even though your boyfriend hadn't received any verbal compliments since they started eating. And so he kept his puppy-dog eyes all through dinner, waiting for you to compliment him, tried to hold your arm to feel your warmth, but you said it was in the way to eat, tried to kiss your cheek but was not well received.

Inseong was the first to finish eating, he ran into the living room and sat in the armchair clutching the biggest pillow he could find, he hid his face there biting his lower lip in an attempt to contain his jealousy. He wanted so, so, so badly for that moment to be the two of you, wanted you to have caressed his hair and told him he had done a good job, kissed his wine-tasting lips, felt everything in you tighten.

"What is it that you're cowering there, sweetie?" you asked as soon as you arrived in the room.

The phrase "I'm jealous" came on the tip of his tongue and was swallowed, he lifted his head and stared into your bright ocean eyes, he wanted to swim there.

"Did you like what I did today?"

"Of course I did my love, you did the recipe just right, and it was delicious, the flowers are beautiful, you chose a wonderful wine, and the candle is so fragrant I'm going to overlook the fact that you went through my candle drawer."

You held his flushed little face, kissed his forehead, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and finally left a lingering kiss on his lips, he felt so loved that he wanted to explode, wanted to wrap his arms around you and stay there until they merged into one.

"Can we play something?" Inseong wanted to explode once again when he heard Zuho's voice interrupt the precious moment.

"What do you want to play, cutie?"

"Cutie"? What the hell was that? Affectionate nicknames were his, totally and endlessly from Inseong, why did you have to call him that? "Cutie," what a joke!

"Can we play 20 Questions?"

Luckily for your boyfriend, this was one of the games he enjoyed playing the most, so it was not at all bad to agree to play with Zuho. Sitting almost hanging on you and kissing you all over your face with each sentence, he lived up to how much he enjoyed this game, getting almost everything that was directed at him right quickly within the first few questions. Zuho never had a problem with his group mate's excessive attachment, in fact he even found it cute the way he hugged and kissed you, but somehow today he realized the exaggeration of the situation and decided to jokingly intervene.

"You guys should get a room or something," he said, laughing at the end of his sentence.

"Baby, you are so clingy today, sit on the other side, let's keep playing."

The sad puppy dog eyes were popped in the older boy's eyes throughout the rest of the night and early morning, he could no longer feel that anger he felt at the beginning of the situation, now he just wanted to sit in a corner and whine for your attention. A yawn from his friend cut off his thoughts, he noticed you looking at the wall clock and pondering.

"It's too late for you to go to the dorm alone, Zuho, spend the night here, I have a mattress you can use."

The sleeping arrangements didn't take long, Zuho arranged his makeshift bed and put on the clothes that with some insistence Inseong had lent him, it wasn't that he didn't want to lend them to Zuho, it's just that that batch of clothes had been washed along with yours own, and they all had your scent that your boyfriend didn't want to lose.

As you entered your room you noticed a pile of blankets and pillows in the corner of your bed, you suppressed a giggle as you imagined your boy all curled up there, he had been acting very strange today since the moment you announced you were going out with Zuho, you slowly walked over and hugged the pile to your side.

"What's with you today?"

"Am I still your baby?" you could hear the muffled little voice.

"Of course you are still my baby, why wouldn't you be?"

"You spent all afternoon with Zuho, then I made a romantic dinner for both of us, and you told him to stay for dinner, and now he's sleeping in your living room, on the mattress I used to sleep on when we hadn't done yet..."

This time you couldn'tcontain your giggle, which resulted in Inseong kicking off the covers and pillows to look at you in irritation, your eyes ran down his chest hidden by his crossed arms, his bare little belly rising and falling by his breath, the box that hugged his hips gracefully.

"My love, this has nothing to do with you being my baby or not, you are my boyfriend, my baby, and Zuho is a friend."

"Do you love me?" he asked with his eyes shining, not a trace of insecurity, he just wanted to hear it from your mouth.

"I love you with the warmth of a thousand suns." his cheeks turned pink as if the sun had kissed them.

"I love you very much too." he replied, playing with his fingers.

Your lips met, and soft warmth spread through your butterfly stomachs, you stroked his hair as he waited, kissed and gently bit his reddish lips, smoothed the delicate skin of his waist, traveled to his beautiful ass and left caresses there.

"You were such a good boy for me today, Seong!"

"Was I?" he asked between a sigh of desire.

"You always are, the best baby I could ever have, with the hottest lips, and the most comfortable hug in the world."

Inseong felt the familiar warmth spread through her body from those compliments, his cheeks and neck took on a permanent shade of a rosy red, his hands lost their way, and his lips silently begged for a kiss.

"I love everything about you, your puppy dog eyes, your cute nose, your smile, your soft hair..." and you kissed everywhere you spoke. "Your shoulders, your collarbone, your nipples, I love your nipples." You allowed yourself to linger there.

The boy tried to hold back gasps and moans that threatened to escape too loudly, you followed with the list, the waist, the belly, the hands, the hips, and you jumped to the thighs and lost yourself there, kissed the calves and came back on top of him smiling.

"What do we have here, isn't it pretty boy?" you smiled, spreading the throbbing bulge over the already wet box. "Did my compliments leave you like this, baby?"

He closed his eyes tightly, pressed his lips together and hit the sheets trying to cash in on the pleasure.

"I-I think it was the wine."

"The wine?" you laughed in disbelief. "The wine got you all wet and ready for me like that, love?"

He whimpered at both the question and you abruptly ripping the box off his legs and throwing it somewhere in the room, at that moment you pulled away from him, and he tried to pull you into the heat tangle.

"Hold on baby, I'll give you what you want, give me a second." You said with a little wink at the end.

Inseong closed his eyes to keep the mental image of you kissing him all over his body alive in his mind, only opening when he felt your presence back, his eyes adjusting to something in your hands, a collar and leash. His cock jumped and spilled a fat drop of pre-cum, too eager to hold back.

"I know how much you like to fuck me with this, do you want to show me how good you are to me?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" he said excitedly, sitting up in bed and desperately rolling a condom on his sensitive cock, resisting the urge to pump the shaft.

You opened the collar and placed it on the boy's handsome neck, connected the lead and gave it a tentative tug, almost automatically he widened his eyes and stuck out his tongue by reflex. You stroked the soft strands before lying down on the bed in a comfortable position and pulling him close to you, without difficulty you accommodated his entire length.

Inseong seemed to be on edge as soon as he entered, his mouth wide open and spilling out moans, his hands closing into fists near your head, trying his best to control himself.

"Come on, baby, show me what you've got for me." The order came with a tug on the tab that made him pull all his strength from within him and gather it to thrust into you.

His eyes rolled back each time he went deep in you, the moans becoming louder and louder, the impending pleasure driving him crazy, saying things you couldn't even imagine hearing.

"I'm your best boy, aren't I?" the faltering voice made itself understood.

"You are, my love, the best boy!"

"Zuhocould never love you like this, I love you so, so much.... Oh my god, I am so close."

"Wait a minute, baby, let's go together." You pulled him into a needy kiss, full of moans.

"Am I doing well? Please tell me I'm your favorite, please, please!"

"You are doing so well, you are my favorite baby, make me cum, just a little bit more, I love you, my perfect baby!"

Your boyfriend texted you the moment the plane landed. The message was quickly followed by Zuho messaging you a picture of your boyfriend smiling like crazy at his phone. You giggled at his adorable excitement before saving the secret picture and messaging your boyfriend that he'd be showered with kisses the moment he steps in the door.

[Bebi♡]: Please do!! I miss you so much.

After that message, he must be busy gathering his luggage and making his way to your place because you only hear from him again when you hear someone successfully enter the code to enter your apartment.

You jump up from your position on the couch to satisfy your promise. As he sets his suitcase by the entrance and turns to close the door behind him, you hug him tightly from behind, leaving soft kisses on his nape. As he turns around in your arms, trying to face you, you keep placing kisses on any revealed skin you see. Upon seeing his smiling face, you kiss both cheeks before locking your lips with his. His arms find their way around your waist while yours stay wrapped tightly around his as if worried he will be pulled away from you once again.

As the simple welcome-home kisses turn into a full make-out session, you lead your boyfriend to the nearby couch. You sit down first, momentarily breaking the kiss, but he quickly straddles your lap, draping his arms over your shoulders and continuing the kiss. You smirk into the kiss, finally recognizing his desperation when he begins grinding against your thigh.

You lightly pull on his hair to reveal his now-pouting face, teasing, "Babe, you seem really needy. Should I help you?"

"Please. I missed your touch so much." He begs, trying to nod despite your steady grip on his hair.

As you let go, you tell him to strip for you. He quickly stands up, pulling his t-shirt over his head without hesitation. You can't help but laugh as you tell him to slow down so you can savor the sight since you haven't seen it in months. A blush covers his face, but he listens well, unbuttoning his jeans and slowly sliding them down his legs. You jokingly tell him to spin around, but, with the anticipation building inside him, the comment clearly doesn't register as a joke to him, as he embarrassingly turns in place, his hands covering his face the whole time.

"You're adorable." You coo, reaching out to remove his hands from his face, "Now, sweetheart, will you finish stripping, or are you too embarrassed? Do I need to do it?"

He shakes his head as his hands fly to the waistband of his underwear. His movements stop momentarily as he remembers that he shouldn't rush. After taking a breath to stabilize himself, he slowly pulls down the band, his half-hardened member bouncing out once the material is removed. As the final article of clothing drops to his feet, you move forward and reach around him to squeeze his butt and use it to pull him closer to you. He steps forward, and you catch him off-guard as you take his penis into your mouth without warning. The high-pitched noise he makes as a result echoes in the otherwise silent room.

Following his desperation, you start sucking hard, moving your head fast without warming him up. After a minute or so, his legs begin to shake, and his moans turn into curses. Before he can even warn you, his cum coats your throat, making you choke a bit before regaining composure and swallowing the liquid. He quickly takes a step back, stumbling over his words as he apologizes for cumming so early and without any warning. You stand up and quickly pull him into your arms as you see his eyes begin to water.

You coax him to sit back down, and he instantly hides his face in your shoulder, his repeated apologies now muffled. You pet his back, insisting that it's okay. You feel his tears through the thin fabric, which leaves a dull pain in your chest to witness, and you know he needs to calm down from the initial shock before you can convince him that you don't mind the situation. You hold him close and continue rubbing his back and petting his hair until he lifts his head.

"I'm so sorry. This isn't how I wanted to spend the first day back. I'll make it up to you." He declares in between sniffles.

You place your hand under his chin and kiss his forehead before insisting, "Babe, it's okay. I really don't mind at all. You got excited, that's all. It's normal."

"But-"

"No, Youngkyun. But nothing. We have as much time as we want to screw around whenever we're together." You use your thumb to wipe away the remaining tears on his cheeks as you continue, "This way, we can enjoy other things together today. We can cuddle, watch something, play some games, blast music so we can dance like weirdos - literally anything. No matter what, I'm going to enjoy it because it means I'm spending time with you."

He shines a small smile through puffy eyes before asking if he can get some water. You tell him to think of what he wants to do while you get some for him. You wiggle your way off the couch and head to the kitchen, getting water for you both. As you return to the living room, you find your boyfriend sitting on the floor, in front of the cabinet, looking at your small collection of physical copies of games, movies, and albums. You set the glasses on the coffee table before asking if he's chosen something to do.

"Kind of. I'm just narrowing things down at this point. Gimme a number, one through ten."

"Uh... six?"

"Cool." He pulls out an album and inserts the CD into the player, "Guess we'll listen to some k-pop this time."

You stifle a laugh as you realize which activity he chose from the list of examples you gave him. As he hits play and holds out his hand, you can't help your laughter when you hear his own group play from the speakers. "I see I was given the illusion of choice."

"No, even numbers got you this while odd numbers would've given you one of your non-k-pop albums. You just chose the proper option."

You roll your eyes as you take his hand and pull him in close. He stumbles over his feet, not expecting you to flip the script by bringing him towards you. The tall boy basically falls into you, his face hitting your chest. He looks up at you, clearly embarrassed, so you wink up at him to throw him even more off-guard. You see the blush cover his face and ears before he tries to cover his embarrassment by standing up straight again and beginning to dance to the song. Since his reaction was so cute, you decide to let it go without comment and join in, dancing poorly on purpose to make him laugh.

The action succeeds, and you both purposely dance poorly while laughing at one another until you exhaust your energy and throw yourself onto the couch. He straddles your lap, nuzzling his nose into your neck as you both catch your breath. The music fades into the background as you focus on the sweet boy cuddling into you, concentrating on hearing his heartbeat and breathing.

You soon realize that Hwiyoung is falling asleep on you. You tap his back and gently tell him that the two of you should head to bed rather than risk falling asleep in an uncomfortable position on the couch. Slowly, he gets up and helps you up as well. Holding his hand, you lead him to the bedroom, letting him get underneath the blankets first. He holds his arms open wide, whining about not cuddling you soon enough and hoping you'll fill the empty spot in his grasp.

You undress before joining, but when you do join him, he instantly wraps his arms around you, pulling you tightly into his chest. The room is mostly silent for a while, so you begin dozing off. However, you hear him softly call your name, checking whether you're still awake. You mumble a response to let him know you aren't yet asleep, willing to listen to whatever he has to say, especially since he usually falls asleep before you.

As he squeezes you tightly, trying to hide the anxiety in his voice, he quietly asks, "Is it really okay that I came so quick earlier?"

"Did you have fun dancing with me after?"

"Mhm."

"Then yes, it's totally okay. As long as the time we spend together is enjoyable for both of us, I don't care what we do. Sex isn't that important to me, babe.

Your happiness and my own happiness both come first."

"I'm just... I just feel really bad about it. It was so quick and you didn't get to enjoy anything. I didn't even help you at all."

"I will continue to reassure you that it was completely okay for however long you need me to. It really is okay. We still had a great time today. Plus, who said I didn't enjoy it? Teasing you like earlier is extremely fun for me." You wiggle an arm out from between the two of you to wrap it around him and hug him close.

After a short sound of embarrassment, he mumbles, "I'll still make up for it." The drowsiness in his voice fades out his words as he drifts out of consciousness.

You smile at the thought of him being comforted enough to fall asleep mid-conversation before allowing your body to relax and fall asleep as well.

When you wake up in the morning, your partner isn't there with you. You look around, wondering if you simply dreamed of him coming home yesterday until you recognize the faint sound of the water flowing in the shower. You close your eyes and stay in bed until Hwiyoung returns. Hearing him scoff to himself about you still being asleep, you respond without moving, and you hear him jump at the sound of your voice.

"Who said I was asleep, meanie?"

"God, Y/N! Don't scare me like that!"

You break out into a loud laugh, one that only grows when he tells you that it wasn't funny. Soon enough, the contagious laugh reaches him. You both laugh until you're out of breath, him ending up on the floor.

As you sit up and look over the edge of the bed to see the panting boy looking up at you from his position, you smile, "You're so cute."

"Says the cute one." He spits back without hesitation - as per usual - and sits up, patting your head as it hangs over the edge, "Should I make some breakfast for us?"

"Are you going to burn down my kitchen by trying? Just stay with me a bit more, please." You hold your arms open wide, gesturing him to come to lay in bed with you again.

As he gets off the ground and finds his way into a comfortable position in your arms, he speaks under his breath, "God, I love you."

"I love you, too, baby."

"Thank you for accepting me no matter what. Even after what happened yesterday. I'm going to pamper you all day today because of that. Whatever you want, I'll do it."

You giggle, knowing he's being way too serious, so you decide to play with him a bit, "So, if I asked you to put on a dress and let me do your makeup, you would?"

"Ye- Wait... Babe, please don't make me do that."

"I won't. It's just funny since you don't have to make it up to me at all. But if this will help you feel better, I'm not going to stop you. I just want you to understand that finishing early is normal. The reverse is true as well. I might end up without the energy to keep going some nights, or I might get too excited and finish quickly, too. It's all normal."

"Okay, babe, but I'm still gonna be under your control today. Anything you want, I'll do it."

"Under my control?" Your lips curl up into a smirk as your brain begins to imagine all the things you could have your boyfriend do if he would obey your every word, but you decide you'd rather just enjoy your time with him, "So we can cuddle all day, right?"

"That's it? That's all you want?"

"Youngkyun, I didn't have you with me for months. It'll happen again the next time you guys go on tour. I just want to enjoy the time I have with you. So just relax with me for a bit, okay?"