Frozen. In the hallway. Barefoot in his oversized shirt because laundry day got delayed, staring at the way his door is just barely ajar.

You should’ve walked past. You should’ve respected boundaries.

But the whimper that escapes from inside?

You blink. Slowly.

“Fuck—oh my god,” his voice stutters, low and raspy. “F-fuck, Y/N…”

Your name.

Your. Name.

You inhale sharply, but it doesn’t help—your thighs press together instinctively, and your fingers curl against the cold glass of the water you were holding like it’ll ground you. But it won’t. Not with the image now forming behind your eyelids. Sunghoon. One hand gripping his phone, the other likely between his legs. Probably leaking and messy and looking so desperate it’d be laughable if you weren’t imagining pressing your foot against his chest while he begged.

It’s not the first time you’ve suspected something. He’s always too nervous around you. Always lingering in your laundry loads. Always stuttering when you wear those old shorts. You’d catch him sneaking glances, acting like you were some goddess and he was just your awkward little servant.

But this? Hearing him moan your name while gooning out alone in his room?

You should walk away.

You don’t.

You push the door open instead.

His eyes snap up in a panic, his phone slipping from his hand mid-stroke. He’s a wreck— sweats pulled all the way down only wearing a shirt on , flushed skin glowing in the dim glow of his laptop screen. And of course, your Twitter page is open. One of your thirst traps playing on loop. Low volume, but not low enough to hide.

“Y/N—!” he gasps, scrambling, trying to cover himself but making it worse because he’s still so obviously hard, cock twitching as if it knows you’re watching.

You blink slowly, leaning against the frame. “You forgot to lock your door.”

His mouth opens. Nothing comes out. His face burns red. He’s petrified.

“Or maybe you didn’t want to.” You step forward. “Maybe you wanted me to see you like this. All fucked out over nothing. Over me.”

Sunghoon lets out a helpless little sound, hand still halfway frozen between covering himself and not wanting to lose the contact.

“You really are such a loser, Hoon,” you coo. “Jerking off to my videos? In our apartment?”

He nods.

He fucking nods.

“I can’t help it,” he rasps, barely audible. “You always look so—fuck, I didn’t mean for you to hear—I just—I was gonna clean up, I swear—”

You reach out and curl your fingers under his jaw, forcing him to look up.

“You really want to come for me that bad?” you whisper. “Then keep your hands off yourself. And let me watch you fall apart properly.”

The way he whines at that, eyes fluttering, cock throbbing untouched?

Yeah.

Your loser gooner roommate’s never going to recover from this.

You haven’t even said another word before Sunghoon’s already halfway falling apart again.

He’s still trembling — half-naked, sitting pathetically at the edge of his bed like a dog caught misbehaving. Your phone is in his lap, your video still playing, but his eyes won’t leave you now. Like you're the real thing. Like you’re his goddess incarnate.

You slide closer, push his laptop off the bed without a care, and straddle his thigh. You feel him tense — his hands twitch like he wants to grab you, but he’s too scared to move.

“You’re such a mess,” you whisper, tilting his chin up. “Wanna be useful for once, baby boy?”

His throat bobs. “Y-Yes. Anything.”

“Good.” You lean in, breath hot in his ear. “Then get on your knees.”

He drops so fast you almost laugh. Not even a second of hesitation. He’s already settling between your legs as you recline back on his bed, spreading them slowly, letting him see the wet patch soaking through your panties.

His eyes widen. Lips part.

“Oh my god,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. “I made you wet?”

“You’ve been making me wet,” you admit, tugging his hair. “You’re just too much of a clueless little loser to do anything about it. Always walking around with that hard-on, thinking I didn’t notice?”

He whimpers. Literally whimpers.

But you don’t wait for him to get shy. You hook your thumbs under your panties and pull them to the side, baring yourself right in front of his face.

“Go ahead,” you purr. “Use that mouth. Let me see if you’re good for more than just jerking off to my voice.”

Sunghoon dives in like he’s been starved.

And god — he’s so eager. All tongue, all sloppiness, mouthing at you with zero rhythm but so much heart. You almost laugh again when he moans into you like your pussy is the holy grail. And honestly? The way your hips twitch? Maybe it is.

“God, you’re obsessed,” you groan, grinding against his mouth. “Do you even know what you’re doing or are you just that fucking desperate?”

But Sunghoon doesn’t stop. If anything, he gets worse — hungrier, messier, hands grabbing at your thighs like you’ll float away if he lets go. He’s making the kind of sounds you should be making. Like he’s the one getting off from this.

He probably is.

When you glance down, he’s rutting his hips into the bed, fully hard again, untouched. You tangle your fingers in his hair and pull his head back, slick coating his lips, chin dripping, eyes glazed over.

“Look at you,” you smirk. “Fucking gone.”

“I can’t stop,” he pants. “You taste so—fuck, please let me finish. I can make you cum, I swear—”

“Oh? You think you earned it?”

He nods wildly, tongue flicking out as if he's hoping you'll drag him back in.

So you do.

And this time, he figures it out — tongue flattening just right, sucking at your clit like he’s trying to memorize it. When you moan and grab the back of his head tighter, he whines into you, bucking against the bed like he’s close just from this.

“God—Sunghoon—don’t stop—”

He doesn’t. Can’t.

You cum on his face with a sharp gasp, legs trembling around his ears, and he just stays there — moaning, still licking, worshipping like your pleasure is the only thing he exists for.

And when your hips twitch from overstimulation and you finally tug him off with a shaky breath, he looks up at you like he’s been reborn. Panting. Rock hard. Flushed and so stupidly in love with you it hurts.

“You came, right?” he says breathlessly. “Was I… Did I do good?”

You pause, eyeing the mess between his legs, your slick still on his lips.

Then you smile.

“Better than your hand, loser.”

You haven’t even caught your breath yet.

Your thighs are still trembling, still sensitive, and Sunghoon’s face is still between them, lips swollen, chin soaked. His eyes are dazed and glassy — drunk off your taste, off the sounds you made, off the fact that he was the one to pull those sounds out of you.

He looks like he’s floating.

You tug him up by the collar of his shirt — the only thing he’s still wearing — and he comes willingly, breath ragged, eyes wide.

You kiss him.

You shouldn’t. It’s too much. It blurs the line between filthy and… real.

But the moment your lips crash against his, it’s over. He melts into it, mouth moving sloppily against yours, tongue eager and messy and needy. He moans into your mouth like he forgot he just made you cum with his tongue.

You taste yourself on his lips. He doesn’t care. He kisses like he’s grateful. Like he never thought you’d let him this close.

“Fuck,” you whisper into the kiss. “You’re so fucking gone.”

Sunghoon nods frantically, lips brushing yours, voice breathy. “I—I’ve never—no one’s ever tasted like you. No one’s ever let me—”

You shut him up with another kiss. He sighs into it.

It’s filthy. Sloppy. Your spit is on his chin, his on your lips, your slick still drying on his cheeks and neck. His hands tremble as they rest on your hips like he’s afraid to grip too tight, like he still thinks this is a dream he’ll wake up from.

And god — the way he ruts up against your thigh, still hard, untouched — it’s almost adorable.

“Still hard?” you murmur against his mouth. “You’re such a little gooner. All I did was let you taste me and you’re ready to blow again.”

“Can’t help it,” he groans. “I think about you all the time. Every day. You walk around in your towel and it’s over. I—I almost came in the laundry room once just smelling your shampoo.”

You let out a soft, delighted laugh. “You’re sick.”

He nods like it’s a compliment. “Only for you.”

And maybe it is.

You push him back onto the bed with a firm hand, and he falls flat on his back with a breathless “oof”—and his cock jumps at the sound.

“Stay,” you command.

Sunghoon obeys immediately, hands by his sides, chest rising and falling with every labored breath. You climb over him, hovering above his twitching cock — flushed, leaking, desperate for any kind of friction.

“Been saving this for me?” you ask, dragging a finger down his stomach, nails grazing lightly. “Bet you could’ve cum from just eating me out if I let you.”

He whines. “I almost did. I didn’t even—fuck, please. Please ride me.”

You cock your head. “That what you want, baby?”

“Yes—yes—I need it, I need you so bad—”

You pull off your shirt in one smooth motion and the sound he makes is feral. He’s practically vibrating beneath you. Like his skin’s too tight for his body.

You sink down slowly onto his cock, watching his face contort — brows scrunching, mouth dropping open, the sweetest, most broken moan spilling out of him. His hands fly to your waist but hesitate again, unsure.

“Touch me,” you breathe. “Hold me while I fuck you.”

And he does. Oh, he does. His grip is reverent, tight like he’s holding the sun in his lap and doesn’t want it to burn him. You start to move — slow, teasing, letting him feel every inch of you with every roll of your hips.

Sunghoon is loud. Whining your name. Gasping like he’s overwhelmed.

“You fit so good,” he groans, hips bucking without meaning to. “Tighter than I imagined—fuck—I’m sorry—”

“You imagined this?”

“Every night,” he confesses through a breathless moan. “After you shower, when you say goodnight in those shorts. I fuck my hand so hard thinking about your pussy wrapped around me—fuck—I even used your towel once—”

You laugh, wicked and warm. “You really are disgusting.”

“I know,” he whimpers. “I’m sorry—I’m so fucking obsessed with you—”

You ride him harder.

His back arches, head pressed into the mattress, and he makes this pitiful, high-pitched noise as your pace increases — your slick dripping down to his thighs, his hands clawing at your skin.

“Gonna cum,” he sobs. “I-I can’t—I’m gonna cum so fast, I’m sorry—please don’t stop—”

“Don’t,” you growl, gripping his face. “You’ll cum when I say.”

“Y-Yes—yes, please—just tell me when—”

He looks ruined. Pretty and red and trembling beneath you. It’s not just sex — it’s worship. He looks at you like you’re everything he’s ever wanted. Like he can’t believe this is real.

You lean in, kissing him again — messy and uncoordinated, teeth clashing, his whimpers swallowed by your lips.

“I want you to cum inside me, loser,” you whisper darkly into his mouth. “Wanna feel how full you can make me. Think you can do that for me?”

He sobs — actually sobs — and then cries out, “Yes, yes, please, please—fuck—I’m cumming—!”

And he does. Hard.

It hits him like a freight train — his entire body jolting as he empties into you, gasping your name, pulling you close like you’re air. He holds you like he’ll fall apart if he doesn’t.

You fuck him through it. Ride it out until he’s twitching and oversensitive, until he’s begging through whimpers, tears in his eyes.

“I can’t—I can’t—it’s too much—”

You finally slow, leaning down to kiss his damp cheek, his jaw, whispering softly.

“You did so good for me, Hoonie,” you murmur, brushing sweaty strands from his forehead. “My good little gooner.”

He smiles weakly, eyes fluttering.

And then?

He passes out. Fully wrecked. Totally blissed out. Still twitching inside you.

The sun is barely up.

Your thighs ache in the best way. Your neck is marked, your core is still dripping from what happened last night — and Sunghoon?

Sunghoon is snoring quietly. Dead to the world. One arm thrown lazily over your waist, face pressed against your chest like you’re a body pillow he clung to in his dreams.

You should feel awkward. Or guilty. Or something.

Instead, you just watch him.

There’s a little bit of drool dried at the corner of his mouth. His hair is a mess, and he smells like you — your sweat, your slick, your shampoo.

You slowly shift, brushing your thigh between his legs.

He twitches.

Hard.

Still hard.

You grin.

Sunghoon stirs, nose nuzzling your skin, a low groan escaping his lips before his eyes crack open. He blinks blearily at your chest, and then—slowly—realizes you’re still here. Naked. In his bed. Tangled with him.

And his morning wood is pressed right against your thigh.

“Morning, baby,” you whisper sweetly, brushing hair from his eyes.

He flushes deep red. “Oh my god. I didn’t dream that, did I?”

“Nope.” You kiss his nose. “You came so hard you passed out. It was adorable.”

He groans, burying his face in your neck. “Kill me.”

You laugh softly, running your nails down his back. “Why would I kill my favorite toy?”

Sunghoon’s whole body shudders at that. You feel his cock jump.

“You’re evil,” he whispers.

“And you love it,” you counter.

He doesn’t deny it.

You roll slightly, nudging your hips just enough to feel him twitch again.

Sunghoon swallows, cheeks flushed, eyes flicking to your lips. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna embarrass myself.”

“You already did. Last night. Multiple times.”

He groans again, hiding under the blanket like it’ll erase the memory of his whining and sobbing into your mouth while you rode him senseless.

“…I liked it,” he says after a beat. Voice soft. “All of it. Even when you called me a pathetic little gooner.”

You smirk. “Because you are.”

He blinks. Hesitates. Then — with the shakiest burst of confidence — rolls over you, pinning your wrists. It would be hot… if he didn’t immediately look panicked like he’s not sure if he has permission.

“…Sunghoon.”

“Yeah?” he whispers, already nervous.

“You think you’re gonna take control now?”

He bites his lip. “I just thought—maybe—I could try?”

You look at his arms trembling, his cock twitching against your thigh like he’s overwhelmed just from being on top. He’s so pretty. So eager. So doomed.

You pull one hand free easily and cup the back of his neck, dragging him down into a kiss.

It’s slow, hot — tongue and teeth, his hips jerking without rhythm. And then you roll your hips up just once — grinding your slick against his length — and he whimpers right into your mouth.

That’s all it takes.

He collapses back into submission, lips trailing down to your jaw as you whisper, “You really thought I’d let you flip this on me?”

“I—I just…” He sighs. “I wanted to make you feel good.”

“You did,” you hum, wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding up against him again. “But you do that better when you’re whining under me.”

Sunghoon lets out a helpless sound as you push him back, reversing your positions again until you’re on top. His eyes flutter, chest rising fast.

“Round two?” you murmur, guiding him to your entrance.

He nods so fast it’s almost dizzying. “Yes. Please. Ride me again. I’ll be good—better—I’ll last this time, I swear—”

You sink down on him in one smooth motion, and his sentence dissolves into a cry.

“Fuck—! I’m gonna—!”

You put a hand over his mouth.

“Don’t even think about cumming until I say so, loser.”

His eyes roll back.

You’re not letting him out of that bed until the sun’s fully up.

You sink onto him in one smooth, claiming motion — his cock stretching you again, thick and warm, filling you so perfectly you can’t help the soft gasp that escapes your lips.

Underneath you, Sunghoon looks like he’s about to cry.

His fingers dig into the sheets, arms trembling as he fights the urge to buck into you, to chase that pleasure like the pathetic little addict he is. His mouth falls open — no words, no sounds, just wide eyes and flushed cheeks and one trembling breath after another.

You’re not even moving yet.

“Still sensitive?” you whisper, dragging your nails up his stomach.

“Y-Yeah,” he pants. “Too much—you're too warm, I—I’m gonna—”

You press your palm to his chest, steadying him. “No, you’re not.”

He nods quickly — like a good boy — biting down on his lip hard enough to leave a mark.

You grind down, slow and deep, circling your hips just once.

Sunghoon sobs.

“Fucking hell—” he gasps. “Why does it feel better this time—?”

You lean in, your chest brushing his, lips at his ear. “Because you’re pussy drunk , baby.”

He whimpers.

“Because your loser brain is short-circuiting. Can’t even think straight. Just lying here like a pretty little toy for me to fuck.”

His hands fly to your hips, but you grab both wrists and pin them down.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.”

“I-I’m sorry—!”

You roll your hips again, slow and deliberate, your pussy gripping him tight — dragging over every sensitive nerve inside him. His head throws back against the pillow, a choked moan tumbling out, and his toes curl against the sheets.

“You said you’d last,” you purr. “So show me, Hoonie.”

You begin to ride him — slow at first, deep, every bounce designed to drive him insane. He’s shaking. Trying to stay quiet. Trying so hard to obey you even though he’s unraveling.

Your hands press to his chest, and you can feel how hard his heart is racing.

“You can’t handle this, can you?” you ask sweetly. “This pussy’s too good for your pathetic little brain.”

His whole body shudders.

“I c-can!” he moans. “I swear, I—I can take it—please, just don’t stop—please—”

You ride him harder.

The sound of skin against skin fills the room — slick and obscene and perfect — and Sunghoon starts making those noises again. Those pretty, broken, breathless moans like he’s being ruined all over again. His body jerks every time you sink down on him, thighs trembling, abs flexing.

“Fuck—fuck—oh my god—”

“Say it,” you growl, bouncing faster now, grinding your clit against his base with every thrust. “Say you’re my fucktoy.”

“I’m—!” His voice breaks. “I’m your fucktoy—I’m yours—please use me, I wanna make you cum again, I’ll do anything—”

You slam down hard — all the way — and stay there, grinding in tight circles.

And that’s when he starts to cry.

Just a tear or two at first — overwhelmed, overstimulated, emotionally wrecked — and it’s beautiful. He’s flushed and glassy-eyed, his lip trembling, looking up at you like you’re everything.

“Can’t—can’t hold it—”

“Yes, you can.”

“I—I can’t—I’m gonna—”

You slap his cheek — gentle, firm — just once.

His eyes roll back, and he screams as he cums inside you again, loud and messy and raw, his whole body arching up off the bed as he spills everything into you.

Hot.

Heavy.

Way too much.

You ride him through it — overstimulating him, holding him down as he thrashes, twitching under you, gasping your name like a prayer and a curse.

His legs kick weakly, his hips jerking, a sob caught in his throat.

When he finally goes limp — sweaty, flushed, trembling — you slow your movements, grinding slowly just to ride out your own wave.

Your orgasm hits a second later.

Silently, this time. Deep, intense. Your walls fluttering around him, milking every last drop out of his twitching, oversensitive cock.

You collapse onto his chest, panting, skin hot, sweat clinging.

Sunghoon is wrecked.

Tears streaking his temples. Lips parted. Eyes barely open.

He looks so ruined, so small beneath you — but so happy.

You brush his hair back and kiss his damp forehead. “Still with me, baby?”

He swallows thickly. Nods.

“I can’t feel my legs,” he whispers.

You smile.

“You did good.”

He smiles too — soft, dreamy.

Then mumbles, “I think you broke my brain.”

You laugh softly, shifting just enough to tuck yourself against him without pulling off yet. “Good. You won’t need it anymore.”

And like the good, sweet, dumb little loser he is, Sunghoon falls asleep with you still wrapped around him — twitching every few minutes from overstimulation and murmuring your name like it’s carved into him.

When you wake again, the room smells like sex and sweat and still-Sunghoon.

Your legs ache, your body’s sore in all the right places — and wrong ones — and your head is still spinning from the blur of moans and messy kisses and the way he cried when you came again on his cock.

But now it’s morning.

And everything is… still.

You’re tucked into his side, but the space around you is cold — his body heat only lingering on the sheets. For a second, panic flickers in your chest. Did he leave? Did he freak out?

Then—

Soft footsteps.

The bathroom door creaks open.

He stands there in only a towel, hair still dripping, cheeks flushed.

“I started the shower,” he says, voice gentle. “It’s warm now. Thought you’d want one.”

You stare at him for a beat too long, brain catching up.

“…You’re being weird.”

He gives a soft laugh. “I know. Just—come on. Let me take care of you.”

You slide off the bed, muscles stiff, but his arms are there — immediately — wrapping around you like you’re precious. No teasing, no filthy comments. Just warmth.

Just him.

The shower’s fogging up the mirror. He helps you in first, hands on your waist, steadying you when you wince at the water hitting your sore thighs. Then he steps in behind you and pulls the curtain closed.

Silence.

Steam.

You wait for him to say something pervy.

But instead?

He pumps the body wash into his hand and starts lathering it down your back — gentle, focused. Massaging sore muscles, kissing your shoulder softly as he works.

You blink. “Okay. Who are you and what did you do with loser Hoon?”

He grins — shy. Still Hoon. “He’s still here. He’s just… being serious for once.”

“…You sure about that?”

He turns you around — softly — cupping your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. His eyes hold yours, and they don’t wander. Not to your chest. Not between your thighs.

Just… you.

“You didn’t have to be gentle with me last night,” he murmurs. “I wanted to be used. I meant it. But…”

His voice wavers just a little.

“…that’s not all I want from you.”

You blink. Heart thudding louder than the water falling between you.

“I know I’ve been a fucking mess,” he says, laughing at himself softly. “A gooner. A loser. Whimpering over you like a dog in heat. But I swear, that’s not the only me.”

He takes a shaky breath.

“And I know you’ve been in control. I loved that. I love how you take me apart. But I still want to be someone you can lean on, too. Someone who remembers to heat the shower before you step in. Who learns how to actually last more than two minutes just so I can take you apart. Not just your body, but…”

His thumb brushes under your eye.

“…your heart.”

You stare at him, stunned speechless for once.

He takes the chance to finish washing you — gentle hands gliding over your skin, washing between your legs with care and reverence, kissing your knuckles when he reaches for the shampoo. And when the water runs clear and warm again, he finally speaks once more:

“I don’t wanna be your toy forever,” he whispers. “I wanna be your person.”

You blink, breath caught.

“What are we?” he asks, voice raw. “Because I’ve never felt like this before. Not with anyone. Not even close. I don’t want this to just be some hookup that fades when we get awkward or bored. I want more.”

You don’t speak yet. You can’t.

But he keeps going.

“Can I… court you properly?” he asks, voice almost shaking. “Old school. Dumb, maybe. But like—real dates. Home-cooked dinners. Learning your favorite coffee order. Earning it.”

“Sunghoon…”

“If you don’t feel the same, it’s okay. You can still use me. I’ll still be here. But if there’s a part of you that wants more, too…”

You step forward.

And kiss him.

Soft, steady, meaningful.

His arms wrap around you instantly, pulling you close like he was holding back until now.

And when you finally part, forehead resting against his, you whisper:

“Then earn it, Park Sunghoon.”

He lets out a breathy laugh, eyes squeezing shut in relief.

“Gladly.”

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You let out a small chuckle at his desperation.

"Please what?" You hum, looking at the boy with a coy expression. "Ask your noona nicely, Sunghoon."

He whimpers, face flushed red, but the blaring arousal leaves him almost uncaring. So he manages to beg. "C-Can you touch me, please?"

"But I am touching you." You tease, running your hand down his arms to prove your point.

"Noonaaaaa," he whines, lips drawn in a pout.

You raise a brow. "Use your words, now."

"Just touch me," he whimpers. "My c-cock, please?"

"There, that wasn't hard now, wasn't it?" You taunt, before finally, finally, taking your hands to tug the boxers off of his legs.

The article of clothing finds itself thrown to the floor, as you focus your entire attention on Sunghoon's half-hard cock, licking your lips as you do so.

There is precum pooling at the tip from the amount of Sunghoon's arousal, and when you lightly run your pointer finger against the base, the organ twitches, and you stifle a soft chuckle.

"So needy, baby." You coo, before wrapping your entire hand around Sunghoon's dick.

"Ah," the boy moans softly.

You begin a slow pace as you start stroking his cock, relishing the sounds Sunghoon makes, as his entire body twitches, sensitive for pleasure.

"Does it feel good?" You ask, almost mockingly, knowing that Sunghoon would have a hard time replying anyway.

"Y-Yes, noon—ah!” He yelps the last syllable, as you quicken your pace, twisting your wrist ever-so slightly by the base of his cock.

“You’re so fucking hard,” you state. “You love being tied up, hm?”

He’s nodding fervently, thrashing and tugging at the ropes as his back arches from the pleasure. You can help but to laugh.

Your pace slows, before eventually stopping. Sunghoon whines but doesn’t question it, as you sit up on the bed, slowly removing your pieces of clothing off.

Sunghoon’s eyes don’t leave you for a second, eyeing your breasts when you remove your bra. He’s breathing a little heavier than usual, pupils dilating when you sit back on his lap, now fully naked.

His now-hard cock stands in between your legs, and you can almost feel the heat radiating off of it from your stomach.

“Ready, baby?” You ask, positioning yourself on top of his cock.

Sunghoon nods, before following up with a “yes, noona.”

You begin to slowly sink down on his cock, and the two of you let out soft moans. You throw your head back, feeling him stretch every single spot of your pussy. Sunghoon is shaking, toes curling at the feeling of you clamping down on him.

“Fu—hck,” he slurs, “s-so tight, noona..”

You hum, sheating yourself fully on his cock. It takes you a short moment to adjust, but once you do, you waste no time and begin gently bouncing on his cock.

The feeling is nearly addicting, having Sunghoon fill you up so good, like every inch of his cock was made for your cunt, and your cunt only.

You brace your hands against his chest as your pace quickens, your thighs bouncing at every thrust.

“O-Oh, noona,” Sunghoon moans.

“Yeah?” You can feel the arousal building up in your gut. “Does noona’s pussy feel good?”

“S-So good—!” He exclaims, back arching and eyes rolling to the back of his skull.

You continue your pace, slamming yourself down on his dick over and over again. Sunghoon’s moans grow louder in volume, and your legs begin to shake, telltale signs of your orgasms coming nearer.

“You gonna cum, baby?” It was a rhetorical question, but Sunghoon nods in response anyway. “Gonna cum in my pussy?”

“Y-Ye— ah, yes!” He nearly shouts. “G-Gonna c-cum in noo— fuck, noona!”

Sunghoon roughly tugs at his restraints, his hips twitching upwards as he chases his orgasm, his cock releasing inside of you.

You groan at the feeling, slamming yourself down on his cock one last time before shuddering as you cum as well, thighs shaking as you do so.

The two of you catch your breath for a minute or two, Sunghoon looks absolutely spent, eyelids drooping due to exhaustion. You can feel your heart thrumming against your chest.

However, it wasn’t enough.

You could still feel the arousal deep down your gut, and your brain hums with the thought of ‘more, more, more.’

“N-Noona?” Sunghoon calls out to you, still shaken from his orgasm. “A-Are you okay?”

You don’t respond, instead, you once again brace your hands on his chest, letting your hips roll, with Sunghoon’s spent cock still inside you.

“O-Oh—!” Sunghoon yelps. “Noona, ho-hold on—!”

You don’t listen, your hips moving on its own as you return your old pace, bouncing on his cock like you hadn’t just orgasmed a moment ago. Sunghoon starts thrashing, kicking his feet and tugging harder on the ropes that tied is hands.

“Noona, stop—!” Sunghoon yelps, yet you knew he didn’t want you to. That wasn’t the word that would stop you, and you knew it.

You could feel your wetness pooling down on Sunghoon’s hips, along with the mixture of his cum. As sticky as the feeling is, you don’t stop riding the poor boy.

“Please,” Sunghoon begs, tears pooling in his eyes. “T-Too much!”

You want to coo, but instead you relish at the sight of Sunghoon, absolutely wrecked at the feeling of the blinding pleasure that was running throughout his body.

“Such a good fucking boy,” you praise, pressing yourself against his chest. “Just sit there, m’kay? Let— fuck, let noona use you.”

Sunghoon had no choice but to let you, tears running down his cheeks from the overwhelming feeling. He was shaking again, back arched and toes curled as he felt your cunt squeeze tighter around him.

“I-I—“ Sunghoon begins. “C-Close again, noona—!”

“That’s it, baby,” you coo, feeling yourself coming closer to your climax as well. “Cum in noona again, okay?”

Sunghoon nods aggressively, and you sit back up, bouncing faster on his cock. He starts moaning louder, head uncontrollably thrasing from left to right.

“Noona—!” He yelps. “Cumming!”

In an instant, Sunghoon fills your cunt up once again with his release, back arched and mouth open in a silent scream. Your orgasm is not far from his, as your pussy clenches on his cock, legs shaking and eyes clenched from the feeling.

A moment passes, then another, the two of you don’t move. It takes a whimper from Sunghoon for you to come back to your senses.

You try to lean forward to remove his restraints, but the movement jolts his cock inside of you, and Sunghoon cries out.

“Noona, please—“ he begs. “No more.”

You’ve never been a good listener, at least in bed, anyway.

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sunghoon couldn't take it anymore. the dream he just had—hot, vivid, and so undeniably real—left him breathless, his body still reeling from the lingering sensations. the way your body felt beneath him in that dream, the way your lips parted as you moaned his name—it was too much. he woke up hard, painfully so, his cock straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, aching for any kind of relief.

he swallowed thickly, his body running on impulse as he quietly pushed his sheets aside and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. the dorm was silent, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioning. he knew this was wrong, knew he shouldn't, but the need gnawed at him, overpowering any rational thought.

each step he took down the dimly lit hallway felt heavier, his pulse hammering in his ears. he reached your door, hesitating only for a second before carefully pushing it open, making sure not to make a sound. and there you were—laying on your bed, completely unaware of the effect you had on him.

your body was sprawled across the mattress, rising and falling with soft, steady breaths. the thin straps of your bra barely clung to your shoulders, the fabric hugging the curves of your chest in a way that made his throat go dry. those skimpy little shorts did nothing to hide the smooth skin of your thighs, and he caught himself staring, his fingers twitching at his sides.

anyone would say it was an inappropriate choice of clothing, especially considering you were the only woman in an all-boy band, but you didn’t seem to care. you never did. and fuck, that only made you even more irresistible to him.

his breath hitched as his eyes raked over your figure, his body reacting instantly. his cock throbbed against the confines of his sweatpants, straining as if it had a mind of its own. he bit his lip, exhaling shakily as his self-control started to slip through his fingers.

god, how was he supposed to hold himself back when you were right there, looking like a goddamn dream?

he moved towards the bed with slow, measured steps, his heart hammering in his chest as the dim glow of the moonlight cast a soft sheen over your sleeping form. his hands trembled slightly as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants, pushing them down his legs until they pooled silently at his feet. now, only his boxers remained, the thin fabric barely doing anything to conceal just how painfully hard he was.

his breath hitched as he crouched down beside the bed, his heated palms hovering over your exposed thighs before finally making contact. the contrast between his warmth and your cool skin sent a shiver up his spine, his fingers instinctively pressing into the soft flesh. he spread your legs just a little more, the motion deliberate yet cautious, as if he were afraid of waking you—though the thrill of that possibility only made him throb even harder.

he carefully climbed over you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he caged you beneath him. his face hovered mere inches from yours, close enough for him to feel the soft puffs of your breath against his lips. a quiet, needy whine escaped him before he could stop it, the sheer proximity making his restraint waver.

his hips moved on their own, grinding against your clothed cunt in a slow, desperate rut. even through the layers of fabric, the friction was electric, the heat pooling between you making his entire body tense. his cock twitched violently against the tight confines of his boxer briefs, a strangled groan caught in his throat as he bit down on his lip to muffle it.

fuck, it felt too good. the pressure, the warmth, the way his body fit so perfectly against yours—it was intoxicating. he tried to stay still, tried to hold back, but the sensation was overwhelming. he wanted more. he wanted to feel every inch of you, to press himself against your bare skin, to make that dream he had—so vivid, so fucking good—a reality.

"fuck… y/n…" he whimpered, voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with so much desperation it sent a shiver down his spine. his hips moved faster, the friction between his aching cock and your clothed heat making his head spin. his breath came out in shaky, uneven pants, his body practically trembling above you.

his eyes were squeezed shut, brows knitted together in pure bliss, his parted lips releasing soft, needy gasps. he’d touched himself countless times to the thought of you—late at night, hand wrapped tight around his cock, imagining the way you’d feel beneath him. but this… actually feeling the warmth of your cunt, even through the barrier of thin fabric, ignited something raw, something almost primal within him.

his fingers dug into your hips as he rolled his own against you, desperate for more. the sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt before—hot, suffocating, overwhelming in the best way possible. his cock twitched uncontrollably in his boxers, every movement sending jolts of pleasure coursing through his body, making him whimper with every drag of his hips.

beneath him, your body shifted, a quiet noise escaping your lips as you stirred from your sleep. your legs twitched, your hips shifting against his, and the unintentional movement sent another sharp wave of pleasure straight to his core. his breath hitched, his grinding growing sloppier, more erratic.

your eyes fluttered open, still hazy with sleep, only to be met with the sight of sunghoon hovering over you—his flushed face twisted in pleasure, his body pressed so tightly against yours, his needy whines filling the silence of the room. even as your groggy mind tried to make sense of the situation, he didn’t stop. he couldn’t.

"y/n…" he moaned again, voice wrecked with desperation, his hips rutting against you like he was already too far gone to stop.

your half-lidded eyes stayed locked on him, watching every little expression that flickered across his face—his furrowed brows, his parted lips, the way his breath came out in shallow, needy gasps. he looked completely lost in the pleasure, his body moving on pure instinct as he continued to grind himself against your clothed cunt, each roll of his hips more desperate than the last.

a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you reached up, your fingers trailing along his flushed skin before pulling him closer. your lips ghosted over his neck, barely brushing against the sensitive skin before you pressed soft, lingering kisses there. his body tensed instantly, a sharp gasp leaving his mouth, but you didn’t stop. you kissed, licked, and nibbled, letting your teeth scrape teasingly against his heated flesh, feeling the way his body shuddered beneath your touch.

"fuck, y/n…" he choked out, voice breaking into a high-pitched whine. his hands clutched onto your waist, fingers digging into your skin like he was trying to ground himself, but it was useless. the moment your lips latched onto that sweet spot near his collarbone, he let out a shaky moan, his hips bucking against you with even more urgency.

"please… please give me more…" he whimpered, his voice drenched in desperation, in need. his moans were getting louder, more broken, and it only made you more eager to see just how far you could push him.

you hummed against his skin, pulling back just enough to glance at his wrecked expression—his pretty eyes glazed over, his lips trembling as he swallowed down another needy sound. you dragged your nails slowly down his back, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch, before leaning in close again.

"baby… you’re so sensitive," you murmured, amusement laced in your tone. your words sent a visible shiver down his spine, a soft whimper slipping past his lips as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

he was falling apart in your hands, completely at your mercy, and you weren’t about to stop now.

you couldn’t take it anymore. the way sunghoon kept grinding against you, his desperate, needy whimpers filling the air, had your pussy completely soaked, your arousal seeping through the thin fabric of your underwear. every rut of his hips, every twitch of his cock against your clothed heat sent another wave of need surging through your body, making it impossible to hold back any longer.

without a second thought, your hands moved with urgency, fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down in one swift motion. his cock sprang free, thick and leaking, twitching at the sudden exposure. he let out a sharp gasp, his breath hitching when the cool air met his flushed skin. without wasting any time, you slid your own shorts down, tossing them aside as you straddled his lap.

his eyes widened slightly as you pushed him back onto the bed, his body sinking into the mattress as he let out soft, breathless gasps. his flushed chest rose and fell rapidly, his muscles tensing beneath you. the anticipation in his gaze was unmistakable, his pupils blown wide with need as he watched you wrap your fingers around his cock.

"fuck…" he whimpered, his head falling back against the pillows. his cock twitched violently in your grip, hot and throbbing in your palm as you stroked him slowly, teasingly. his whole body shuddered at the contact, his thighs tensing as he fought to keep his hips still.

"y/n, please…" he whined, his voice breaking, barely able to keep his eyes open. he was already falling apart, the way your hand worked over his length making him feel like he could lose it at any second.

you smirked, tightening your grip slightly as you pumped him with ease, watching the way his abs tensed with every stroke. "so fucking hard, huh?" you teased, your voice dripping with amusement.

he could only nod frantically, words completely failing him. his lips parted, his breath coming out in shallow, desperate pants as his fingers gripped the sheets beneath him.

"y/n… y/n, please—ahhh!" he nearly screamed as you slammed yourself down onto his cock, fully sheathing him in one swift motion.

his body jolted beneath you, his back arching off the bed as a deep, guttural moan ripped from his throat. your walls clenched around him so perfectly, so tight and warm that it made his head spin. his hands flew to your waist, gripping onto you for dear life as he struggled to keep himself together.

"y/n… please—c-can i c-cum?" he whined, voice trembling as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his whole body shaking beneath you.

"already?" you taunted, a sly smirk playing on your lips as you kept your movements slow, torturously slow, rolling your hips over his cock in a way that had him trembling beneath you. your hands found their way to the back of his nape, fingers threading through his damp hair before tugging just hard enough to make him gasp.

"hold it," you ordered, your voice firm yet teasing, the authority in your tone making his cock twitch inside you. without another word, you picked up your pace, bouncing on him faster, harder, the lewd sound of your bodies meeting filling the room.

"s-shit… y/n…" he whimpered, his voice cracking as his grip on your waist tightened, fingertips pressing bruises into your skin. his head fell back against the pillow, jaw slack, eyes glassy with desperation. "uh—fuck, no… please…" his words were slurred, broken by ragged moans as he fought to hold himself back, his body betraying him with every needy jerk of his hips.

your walls clenched around him without mercy, squeezing him so deliciously tight that he nearly sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure. he was drowning in the sensation, in the way your heat wrapped around him, in the way you took him so perfectly—like you were made to milk him dry.

the bedroom was filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, your slick coating his cock and making a mess between your thighs. mixed with that were the unrestrained whines and desperate moans spilling from sunghoon’s lips, his voice getting higher, more broken with every bounce of your hips. neither of you cared if the others in the dorm heard—hell, at this point, he was too far gone to even think about anything but you.

"fuck, y/n—please… i can't take it… it’s too much!" he cried out, his body trembling violently beneath you, his cock pulsing inside your heat as he teetered on the edge of release. his fingers dug into your skin, his thighs quivering, his eyes rolling back as he let out a strangled sob of pure pleasure.

"is this what you wanted, baby?" you whispered, voice dripping with teasing sweetness, though even you were struggling to keep it steady. your eyes fluttered shut, your breath hitching as sunghoon drove himself deeper into you, filling you so perfectly it had your head spinning. every thrust was sharp, precise, and desperate, like he was chasing something he could never quite reach.

his whines were relentless, high-pitched and needy, mixing with the deep, broken moans that spilled from his parted lips. fuck, you loved it—the way he sounded so utterly wrecked, the way his body trembled beneath you, the way he fell apart so easily just from being inside you.

but more than anything, you loved the way he looked right now. his pretty eyes were glassy, unfocused, filled with nothing but pure, unfiltered pleasure. his swollen lips quivered with every gasp, every plea, every broken moan that escaped him. and those tears—hot, glistening streaks trailing down his flushed cheeks, slipping down his jaw as his expression twisted in overwhelming bliss.

you reached out, your thumb gently brushing over his damp cheek, catching a tear before pressing your lips to the spot. "you're so fucking good, baby," you praised, your voice a breathy moan against his skin.

his whole body shuddered beneath you at your words, his hands gripping onto your waist as if he’d fall apart completely without you holding him together. "y-y/n…" he whimpered, his voice cracking, his hips stuttering as he tried to keep up with you.

he was gone—completely lost in you, drowning in the way you felt, the way you praised him, the way you took control and ruined him so perfectly.

"fuck, baby… i'm close…" you moaned, your voice breathless and dripping with need as you rode him harder, faster, chasing that intoxicating high. every bounce of your hips had his cock slamming deep into you, the tip kissing that perfect spot over and over again, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. it was heaven—the way he filled you up so completely, stretching you just right, making you feel so fucking good.

sunghoon was a mess beneath you, his body trembling, his grip on your waist tightening as his moans grew more desperate. "fuck! y/n… please, please—" he whimpered, his voice breaking into a cry as his hands dug into your skin, his strength betraying him as he took control for just a moment.

his arms flexed as he lifted you effortlessly, only to slam you back down onto his cock, making you gasp at the sudden intensity. the new angle had him hitting even deeper, his cock dragging along your walls so perfectly it had your vision going white for a second.

he couldn’t take it anymore. the way your walls clenched around him, the way you felt so fucking tight, the way you kept moaning his name—it was all too much. his body tensed beneath you, his back arching off the bed as his hips stuttered in frantic, erratic thrusts.

"ahh—y/n! fuck—!" he cried out, his voice wrecked as he spilled into you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you up completely. his whole body shook violently, his cock twitching inside you, buried deep as he rode out his orgasm.

the feeling of him throbbing inside you, of his warmth spreading, pushed you right over the edge. your body locked up, a sharp gasp tearing from your throat as pleasure crashed over you, blinding and all-consuming.

"fuck—sunghoon!" you moaned out as your release hit, your body trembling, your legs shaking as you squirted all over him, your slick drenching his lower stomach, his thighs, his still-hard cock.

he whimpered beneath you, overwhelmed, overstimulated, but completely and utterly addicted to the way you felt.

"did you have fun being a slut, hmm?" the hard strike of your hand against sunghoon's ass cheek echos around the room, your stare stern as you talk to sunghoon.

"mommy, i wasn't being a slut!" sunghoon whines back at you, he's positioned over your lap, cute round cheeks facing up towards you.

"oh so you just flirt with other people for fun? that's what i've taught you to do?" you bark out back at him, slapping his bottom again, eliciting a whimper from sunghoon. a pretty shade of crimson blossoming on his pale skin from the contact.

your hand gently massages him slightly before another spank meets his ass. his tip continuously leaking out precum all over your lap.

"do you want those ladies to see you spread out like this too?" your hands spread his ass cheeks, as you lean down to spit on his hole which flutters at the sensation. your finger reaching down to prod at his hole slightly, smearing your spit all over his tight entrance.

"n-no only want mommy.." a small smirk makes it's way on your face, your free hand reaching to pull at his soft hair harshly, leaning his head to the side slightly so you can see his face, his red cheeks tear stained.

"mhm, that's right, sweetie. and who does your pretty little cock belong to?" you purr in his ear, the tone of your voice sickeningly sweet, almost condescending. your finger finally pushing into his tight entrance as you wait for his response.

sunghoon doesn't answer you, his brain going blank from the feeling of your finger streching him out slowly, your finger still gentle despite him being punished.

you release the hold on his hair abruptly, his head falling forward onto the mattress, as you give him another harsh spank for his lack of response.

"mommy! b-belongs to mommy!" sunghoon rushes out as more tears cascade down his cheeks, the pleasurable sting on his ass causing sunghoon to cry out loudly.

you nod down at him, the smirk on your face not faltering at the sounds sunghoon lets out. your free hand travels all across his body as the other continues to explore his hole. your thumb and pointer finger catch sunghoon's nipple between them as you pinch the nub, more beautiful sounds leaves sunghoon.

another finger made it's way into sunghoon's entrance, slowly easing into the tight warmth, his hole stretching to accommodate your long slender digits as they reach deeper to find his prostate. in less than a minute, sunghoon let out a small whine as his hips subconsciously push up against your fingers, evident that you have found his sweet spot. you smile down at the cute ministration, allowing him to do as he pleases, your fingers only merely massaging up against his prostate slightly to encourage sunghoon further.

sunghoon lets out another sweet whine at your now lack of movement, his glassy teary eyes look back up at you as he bats his lashes at you as one of his hands reach behind him to get hold of your wrist, attempting to get you to thrust your fingers into him once again.

“mommy, please?” sunghoon’s sweet voice purrs out once again.

“go on, fuck yourself on my fingers, slut.”

a small complaining huff left sunghoon as his hand on your wrist remained, moving your hand back as his hips moved. the movement from his hips and your fingers prodding deeper into his hole, continuously stimulating his prostate. more tears spilt down his flushed cheeks as his pace increased, feeling the knot in his abdomen tightening. you take notice of his full cock hanging heavily between his legs, precum dribbling down onto your lap before your gentle fingers take hold of it.

“are you going to cum soon, baby?” your sweet honeyed voice reached his ears, a spark contrast to your harsh tones earlier, edging him closer to his orgasm.

sunghoon responds with a soft, “yes, mommy.”

your hand strokes his long member in pace with his fast thrusts, his sticky cum coating your fingers, making the slide even more pleasurable for him. your pointer finger toying with his slit, swiping away his precum only for more to drip down onto your lap.

with your hand working on his cock, alongside your fingers which continuously abused his prostate, sunghoon’s orgasm was approaching quickly. you noticed the tell tale signs, with sunghoon’s heavy breathing, his mouth hung open as he whimpered and whined, and how his cock twitched often.

“i’m going to cum!” sunghoon rushed out to warn you.

you tutted at his words, “is that how you ask?”

another drawn out whine came from sunghoon, “please mommy, can i cum please?”

a grin graced your features as you hear the evident desperation in his tone. “hm, sluts don’t get to cum,” your hand sped up it’s motion on his aching member.

a pained cry left sunghoon as he held back the urge to release all over your hand. “no, no, please mommy! i can’t. i can’t-“ he cut himself off with a whimper. your smile widened as you saw big full tears cascade down sunghoon’s red cheeks as he tried his best to obey you.

“yes, you can.” your tone gentle in comparison to your actions.

sunghoon quickly shook his head, “no! can’t, please mommy, please!”

“hold it, slut.” you told sunghoon, sternly.

sunghoon’s breathes in and catches his bottom lip between his teeth as he tries his best to be a good boy for you, not wanting to push you more. his hips slowing their movement as he tries his best to lessen his urge to cum.

just as he thought he had controlled himself, unexpectedly you thrust your hand into him, adding in another finger to hit right into his sweet spot again. his hole was feeling the fullness and a hearty moan was ripped right out of him and he lost the control he had just gained.

"no, no, no!" sunghoon cried out as he spurted out his cum all over your fingers that were working on his cock, your hand stroked him all through his orgasm.

you pulled out your fingers gently, watching as his hole fluttered slightly at the loss of being full before letting go of his now limp cock too.

immediately, sunghoon shakily turned around and properly planted himself on your lap, his arms reaching out for you. you quickly opened your arms to catch his embrace as he let out small cries, his head hiding in the crook of your neck, you quickly shush his cries gently as your hands ran over the expense of his back.

"i'm sorry, mommy! please punish me."

sunghoon was always a big crier in bed but this was unexpected, you pulled him away softly from where he was latched onto you tightly and immediately took notice of his slightly clouded gaze. oh, your poor boy was in subspace.

your fingers brushed the hair out of his face, "shh it's okay, baby, mommy isn't going to punish you."

he quickly shook his head at your response, "no! i want you to punish me, please? i was a bad boy, mommy."

you let out a sigh because, how could you say punish him now with how cute he was? with one last look at sunghoon to make sure he was sure of it, you guided him to lie down.

sunghoon's member, though sensitive from his previous orgasm, still red and erect, rested heavily against his abdomen, looking for attention once again at the thought of a punishment. a hard strike from your hand came in contact with his aching cock which bobbed at the impact, eliciting a moan from sunghoon.

"are you such a dumb fucking slut, huh? you can't control yourself," another slap to his member. your hand reached to fondle with his heavy balls. sunghoon's little whimper sent a wave of arousal straight down to your already wet core.

you quickly pull off your now soaked panties, sunghoon's eyes trained on your movements, pupils dilating as he takes in your wetness causing his dick to twitch.

"you're such a pathetic slut, i don't even know if you deserve mommy's pussy," at that, a whine was rushed out of sunghoon as he fumbled over his words, but he was too deep into subspace to form proper sentences.

"aww, mommy's dumb little slut can't speak either," you move to straddle sunghoon, taking hold of his erection you run it over your pussy, the head catching slightly into your hole before sliding it up back to toy with your clit, mixing both your juices together.

getting too impatient yourself, your tight pussy finally sinks down onto his cock. the prominent veins rubbing up against your sticky walls. you head falls back slightly, as you both let out moans as you start bouncing on him.

sunghoon was so big and filled up your tight hole so well, your hands balanced themselves perfectly on his toned chest as you quicken your pace.

sunghoon's head lolled back as your warm walls enveloped every inch of his member, his pretty eyes fluttering close every so often as all he could do was let out pitiful moans.

you reached for his hand, resting it on the prominent bulge on your stomach as you moved on him, the sight was driving him closer to his release, however, as he was still so lost in ecstasy he could only mumble out a small plea.

"cum whenever you want, slut," immediately after, you could feel his warm cum filling up every inch of your insides until it was spilling out of your pussy, riding him through his orgasm. however, your movements never halted.

sunghoon let out another cry as you continued to move on spent out member.

"m-mommy hurts," sunghoon whimpered.

"good."

your pace only sped up from there as he cried out to you, his hand reaching for yours to interlock with. your own release was fast approaching as sunghoon's tears only fueled it further.

your pussy clenched around sunghoon's cock tightly as you let out a moan, you finally reached your high, cum spilling out of you and coating his thick cock, unexpectedly a heavy gush of liquid spurted out of your hole too. both you and sunghoon were surprised when you squirted all over sunghoon.

how beautiful you looked and the way you squirted was too much for sunghoon, he came for a third time, your pussy milking him dry as he shot his seed deep into you. sunghoon cried out from the sensitivity of his cock, his hand reaching up for you to stop.

understanding what he needs, you pulled off of him gently. as you were getting up to reach for a towel beside your bed to clean him and the mess between your legs up, you could hear a small whimper from him.

"shh, it's okay, baby. i'll be right back,"

it wasn't often that sunghoon got into subspace but when he did it was the absolute cutest thing ever, but you had to be careful he didn't go through subdrop.

as you got the towel, you came back to the bed to see sunghoon's wide eyes searching for yours, waiting for you to come back. quickly, you cleaned the both of you up before getting into bed with him, sunghoon immediately cuddling up into you.

your hands stroked his sweaty hair back gently before placing a kiss on his forehead (and another on his lips, to his demand).

as his eyes drooped about to fall asleep, he whispered out, "i i love you, mommy."

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