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You and Heeseung had been rivals since the moment you stepped into the academy. Sharp-tongued, competitive, and unwilling to yield even an inch to each other. That rivalry had only grown worse during this group project. For days now, the two of you had been clashing nonstop—especially tonight.

The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp. The rest of the group had already given up and passed out, one sprawled across the couch, another curled up on the floor with a blanket. It was well past midnight, and the argument between you and Heeseung had dragged on far too long.

You finally threw your hands up. “You know what? Forget it. I’m tired. I’m not wasting any more energy on this.”

You rolled your eyes, not even waiting for his reply. The only space left was a narrow strip on the edge of the floor. Great. Just great. You muttered under your breath, “Dang it…” and carefully stepped over the sleeping bodies, too exhausted to grab your blanket from your backpack. You collapsed onto the cold floor, lying on your side with your back facing the room.

A few minutes later, you heard footsteps. Heeseung stood there, scanning the room with a heavy sigh. Every decent spot was taken. The chairs were too uncomfortable for his back, and the only free space left… was right beside you.

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly annoyed. For a second he hesitated, jaw tight. But exhaustion won. Without a word, he stepped over the others and lay down behind you, facing your back. The floor was barely wide enough for both of you. You could feel the faint warmth of his body just inches away, but you were too tired to turn around or care.

Until you shifted.

Your eyes fluttered open as your shoulder brushed against something solid. You turned your head slightly… and froze.

Heeseung was right there. Eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, his face mere inches from yours.

“What the fuck?!” you hissed under your breath, careful not to wake the others.

Heeseung’s eyes snapped open. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by that familiar look of irritation. He didn’t move away.

“Keep your voice down,” he whispered sharply, voice low and rough from tiredness. “You think I wanted this? There’s nowhere else, genius.”

You glared at him, heart beating faster than it should. “Then go sleep somewhere else. I’m not sharing space with you.”

“Yeah? And where exactly?” Heeseung shot back, voice barely above a whisper. His breath brushed against your cheek. “The couch is taken. The floor’s full. Unless you want me to sleep on top of you, this is it.”

Your face burned. You hated how close he was—close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the tiredness in his eyes. Close enough that every small movement made your shoulders touch.

“Move one inch closer and I swear I’ll push you into the wall,” you muttered, turning your back to him again.

Heeseung let out a quiet, bitter chuckle. “Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere but here too.”

But neither of you moved.

the silence stretched between you, the only sounds were the soft breathing of your sleeping groupmates and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. You could feel the heat radiating from his body against your back, and no matter how much you told yourself it was just the rivalry making your pulse race… you knew the night had just gotten a lot more complicated.

A few minutes passed in heavy silence. You turned your face toward the wall, determined to ignore the boy behind you and force yourself to sleep.

But the floor was narrow and uncomfortable. One of your sleeping classmates behind Heeseung suddenly rolled over in his sleep and pushed against his back. The sudden force made Heeseung slide forward, pressing his chest flush against your back.

“Shit…” he mumbled, voice low and rough.

He quickly planted his hands on the floor, trying to keep some distance, but there was nowhere to go. The push had left almost no space between your bodies. You could feel the heat of him through your clothes, his breath brushing the back of your neck.

Your heart slammed in your chest. You turned your head slightly, only to find his face right there—barely a breath away. His dark eyes were open, staring directly at you. Your noses were nearly touching.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whispered sharply, cheeks burning.

“I’m not doing anything,” Heeseung hissed back, clearly frustrated. “That idiot behind me pushed me. You think I want to be this close to you?”

His voice was quieter than usual, strained. One of his hands was still braced on the floor beside your waist, caging you in without meaning to. Every small movement made your bodies press together even more. You could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat against your back.

You glared at him, but the anger felt different now—mixed with something nervous and warm that you refused to name.

“Well, move back,” you muttered.

“Where?” Heeseung shot back, eyebrows furrowed. His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before snapping back up. “There’s literally no space. Unless you want me to climb over you.”

You swallowed hard. The tension between you was thicker than ever. The rivalry, the annoyance, the exhaustion… and now this forced, unbearable closeness.

Heeseung let out a slow, shaky breath. “Just… go back to sleep. Pretend I’m not here.”

But neither of you moved. And neither of you closed your eyes.

You tried to ignore it—that strange, fluttering warmth twisting low in your stomach. It wasn’t anger. You knew anger too well when it came to Heeseung. This was something else. Something softer, heavier, You brushed it off, blaming it on exhaustion, on the way his body heat was seeping through your shirt like it had no right to.

But your body wasn’t listening.

Every time you breathed, your back pressed a little more firmly against his chest. His heartbeat was steady but strong, and you could feel it syncing with yours in the quiet. His breath ghosted across the nape of your neck, warm and slightly uneven now.

“Stop moving,” Heeseung muttered, voice so low it vibrated against your skin.

“I’m not,” you whispered back, sharper than you meant to. But you had shifted—just a little—trying to create even an inch of space that didn’t exist. The movement only made your hips brush against his, and you both froze.

That flutter in your stomach dropped lower.

Heeseung’s hand, still braced on the floor near your waist, tightened slightly, fingers pressing into the hardwood like he was fighting the urge to grip something else. His forehead nearly touched the back of your head.

“Fuck,” he breathed, so quietly you almost missed it. “This is ridiculous.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your throat felt tight, and that weird sensation was spreading—warmth crawling up your chest, heat pooling between your legs. You hated how aware you were of him. The faint scent of his skin, the way his thigh was almost slotted against yours, the solid line of his body curved behind you like it was made to fit there.

Another soft snore came from the guy behind him, and Heeseung got pushed forward again. This time there was no saving it—his hips pressed flush against your ass, and you felt the unmistakable hardness growing there.

Your eyes widened. Heat flooded your face.

“Heeseung—” you started, voice barely a whisper, mmhalf something else.

“Don’t,” he cut you off, strained. His lips were so close to your ear now. “Don’t say anything. It’s… it’s just biology, okay? I’m tired. You’re warm. That’s all.”

But he didn’t pull away.

And you didn’t shove him back.

Instead, you stayed perfectly still, heart hammering so hard you were sure he could feel it too. That flutter in your stomach had turned into a full ache now, low and insistent. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, and the small movement made you brush against him again.

Heeseung let out a shaky exhale through his nose, almost a hiss. His free hand twitched like he wanted to grab your hip but stopped himself halfway, fingers hovering just above your waist.

“You’re shaking,” he observed quietly. There was no smugness in his voice for once—just raw tension.

“I’m not,” you lied.

His dark chuckle was barely audible. “Liar.”

The silence stretched again, heavier this time. Charged. You could feel every inch of where your bodies touched—his chest to your back, his hips to your ass, his knees slightly bent behind yours. The rivalry that usually burned between you felt like it was melting into something else entirely.

You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. His eyes were already on you, dark and intense, pupils blown wide. His lips were parted, breath coming a little faster.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

Then Heeseung’s gaze dropped to your mouth again, longer this time.

“…If you tell anyone about this,” he whispered, voice rough, “I’ll make your life hell.”

You swallowed. “Same goes for you.”

But neither of you moved away.

And when his fingers finally brushed—barely—against your waist, you didn’t push his hand off.

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, trying desperately to force sleep to come.

One sheep… two sheep… three sheep…

It was useless. The counting only made you more aware of your own breathing, which was too shallow. Every inhale pressed your back more firmly against Heeseung’s chest. Every exhale made you feel the hard line of his body even more—especially the unmistakable heat and stiffness nestled against your ass.

Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.

The warm flutter in your stomach had turned into a deep, throbbing ache between your thighs. You pressed them together again, but that only made it worse, sending a small shiver up your spine. You felt Heeseung’s breath hitch against the back of your neck.

“Stop squirming,” he whispered, voice dangerously low and rough. His fingers, still hovering near your waist, finally settled—lightly, almost hesitantly—on your hip. Not gripping. Just… resting there. Like he couldn’t stop himself.

“I’m not squirming,” you hissed back, eyes still shut. “I’m trying to sleep. Shut up.”

But your voice came out breathier than you wanted. You bit your lip hard, counting again in your head. Four sheep... fifth sheep...

It didn’t work. All you could focus on was the way his cock twitched against you when you shifted, the way his chest rose and fell faster now, the way his breath was scorching the sensitive skin of your nape.

Heeseung let out a quiet, frustrated groan, barely audible. His forehead dropped forward until it rested against the back of your head.

“You’re killing me here,” he muttered, so close his lips brushed your hair. “Just… stop moving for five seconds.”

“I’m trying,” you snapped under your breath. Your hand clenched into a fist against the cold floor. “This stupid feeling won’t go away. Damn it…”

He went still.

“What feeling?” His voice had dropped even lower. dangerously curious.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Admitting it out loud would make it too real.

But your silence said enough.

Heeseung’s fingers flexed on your hip, pressing just a fraction harder. Not pulling you back, but definitely not letting you escape either. His hips moved—barely—an involuntary little roll that pushed his hard length more firmly between your clothed cheeks.

You sucked in a sharp breath.

“Fuck…” he breathed, almost like a curse and a confession at the same time. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

You kept your eyes screwed shut, heart pounding wildly. The ache between your legs was getting unbearable, a slick warmth starting to gather in your panties. You hated how your body was betraying you, especially with him.

“I hate you,” you whispered, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.

Heeseung let out a soft, dark chuckle against your neck, the sound sending goosebumps racing down your arms.

“Yeah?” His lips ghosted over your skin as he spoke. “Then why are you so warm right now? Why is your breathing all messed up?”

His hand slid slowly, cautiously, from your hip to your stomach, stopping just under your ribs.

You didn’t push him away.

And when his thumb brushed in a small, soothing circle over your shirt, the sensation in your stomach flared hotter.

“Damn it, Heeseung…” you whispered again, half plea, half surrender. Your eyes stayed closed, but your body leaned back into him just the tiniest bit.

You hissed through gritted teeth, voice barely above a breath, “Stop moving, god damn it—stop moving.”

Your body was betraying you with every word. Even as you said it, your hips gave a tiny, involuntary push back against him, chasing the friction you were trying so hard to deny.

Heeseung’s breath stuttered hot against the back of your neck. His hand on your stomach tensed, fingers curling slightly into your shirt like he was anchoring himself.

“I’m not—” he started, but his voice cracked into a low, rough whisper. “Fuck, you’re the one who keeps shifting.”

He was lying. Sort of.

Because even while he spoke, his hips rolled forward again, almost imperceptible, but enough to drag his hard cock more firmly against your ass. The thin fabric of your clothes did nothing to hide how much he wanted this. How much he hated wanting this.

You clenched your jaw, eyes still squeezed shut, trying to fight the slick heat pooling between your thighs. “Then stay still,” you hissed again, sharper this time. “Or I swear I’ll elbow you in the ribs.”

Heeseung let out a quiet, breathless scoff that sounded more like a groan. His forehead pressed harder against the back of your head, his lips now dangerously close to your ear.

“You say that…” he murmured, voice dark and strained, “…but your body’s not listening.”

His hand slowly slid lower on your stomach, stopping right at the waistband of your pants. Not dipping inside. Just resting there. Tempting.

You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your back, fast and unsteady. His cock throbbed once against you, and the sensation made your stomach flip hard.

“Shit…” he cursed under his breath. “You have no idea how much I hate you right now.”

But he still didn’t pull away.

Instead, his nose brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered, so quietly it was almost sinful

“…And you have no idea how badly I want to flip you over and shut that pretty mouth up.”

Your breath hitched loudly in the dark.

The ache between your legs pulsed.

And neither of you moved an inch.

You hissed under your breath, voice trembling with both fury and something far more shameful, “You’re such a whore then—”

The words barely left your lips before Heeseung’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling your hips back against him with a slow, deliberate grind. His hard cock pressed firmly between your ass cheeks, throbbing even through the layers of fabric.

He let out a low, dangerous chuckle right against your ear, the sound rough and dripping with irritation and lust.

“Yeah?” he whispered hotly, lips brushing your skin. “I’m the whore? Then why the fuck are you so wet I can feel the heat through your clothes?”

Your face burned with humiliation. You wanted to snap back, to push him away, but your body was a traitor—your back arched slightly, pressing harder into his chest as another involuntary shiver ran through you. Your thighs squeezed together, but that only made the aching throb between your legs worse.

Heeseung’s hand slid lower, fingers teasing just beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing bare skin. His breath was ragged now.

“Say it again,” he taunted quietly, voice dark. “Call me a whore while your ass keeps rubbing against my dick like you’re begging for it.”

You bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet as his hips rolled again, filthy, grinding into you with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The slickness between your thighs was undeniable now, your panties growing damp and sticky.

“I hate you,” you breathed, but it came out like a moan instead of an insult.

Heeseung smirked against your neck, teeth grazing your skin for a split second.

“Liar,” he murmured. His fingers dipped a little lower, tracing the waistband of your pants. “Your body’s telling the truth. So fucking honest right now…”

He pushed forward again, trapping you tighter between his body and the floor. The tension was suffocating.

Neither of you was sleeping tonight.

“I- I can’t take this anymore,” you hissed, eyes squeezed shut so tightly you saw sparks behind your lids.

Your voice cracked with frustration, shame, and something far needier. The ache between your legs had become unbearable—hot, slick, and pulsing with every tiny shift of his body against yours. You hated how desperate you sounded. You hated even more that it was true.

Heeseung’s breath hitched sharply against your neck. For a second he went completely still, as if your words had stunned him. Then his hand on your waist gripped harder, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt like he was barely holding himself back.

“Can’t take what?” he whispered, voice low, dark, and dangerously close to your ear. “Can’t take me being this hard against you? Or can’t take how badly you want it?”

He rolled his hips forward again, slower this time, more intentional. His clothed cock dragged firmly between your ass cheeks, pressing right against where you were throbbing the most. A quiet, broken sound escaped your throat before you could stop it.

Heeseung cursed under his breath.

“Fuck… you’re shaking,” he murmured, almost like he was in pain. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he continued, “You’ve been grinding back on me for the last ten minutes, acting like you hate it. But we both know that’s bullshit.”

His hand slid lower, boldly slipping under the hem of your shirt until his palm was flat against your bare stomach. The heat of his touch made your muscles jump.

You kept your eyes closed, biting down hard on your lip. Your breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling too fast.

“I hate you,” you whispered again, but it sounded wrecked

Heeseung let out a soft, mocking laugh that vibrated against your back.

“Yeah? Then tell me to stop,” he challenged quietly, his fingers slowly tracing circles on your skin, inching dangerously lower toward the waistband of your pants. “Tell me to get the fuck away from you right now… and I’ll try.”

His hips gave another lazy, teasing grind, pressing his hardness right against your ass as if to prove his point.

You didn’t say it.

You couldn’t.

Instead, your head tilted back slightly, unconsciously offering more of your neck as a broken exhale left your lips.

Heeseung’s voice dropped even lower, barely audible, rough with want.

“That’s what I thought.”

His fingers finally dipped just beneath the waistband of your pants, hovering there, waiting.

“Last chance,” he breathed against your skin, lips brushing the sensitive spot right below your ear. “Tell me to stop… or tell me what you really need.”

His hand stilled, but his cock kept throbbing insistently against you.

Your heart was hammering so loud you were scared it would wake the others.

“Shut up,” you hissed, voice shaking with frustration and raw need. “Just fucking start already.”

Before Heeseung could even respond, you pushed your ass back against him harder, grinding deliberately against the thick, hard length straining in his pants. At the same time, you grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand upward, shoving it under your shirt until his palm was cupping your breast.

Heeseung’s entire body jerked against you.

“Fuck—” he choked out in a strangled whisper, eyes widening in the dark.

You tugged your shirt higher yourself, bunching it up just below your collarbone, exposing your bare chest to his touch. No bra. His warm, rough hand immediately squeezed your breast, thumb brushing over your already hard nipple.

Heeseung let out a low, shaky groan right against your neck, hips rolling forward to meet your grinding. His cock twitched hard against your ass as he palmed your breast greedily, squeezing and kneading like he’d been dying to touch you.

“You’re actually insane,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “Pushing your tits into my hand while calling me a whore…”

He pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling it slowly, sending a sharp spark of pleasure straight down between your legs. You bit your lip hard to keep quiet, but a tiny whimper still escaped.

Heeseung’s other arm slid under you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you even tighter against his body. His hips started moving in slow, filthy grinds—pressing his clothed cock between your cheeks like he was fucking you through the fabric.

“Keep doing that,” he whispered hotly against your ear, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Keep rubbing your ass on me like a needy little slut.”

His hand on your breast grew rougher, squeezing harder as his breathing turned ragged. He rolled your nipple again, then slid his hand to your other breast, giving it the same attention while his hips kept that slow, torturous rhythm against you.

You could feel how wet you were now—your panties soaked, the ache almost painful.

Heeseung pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck, then lightly dragged his teeth there.

“Tell me how far you want this to go,” he murmured, voice dark and dangerous, “because if you keep pushing back on my dick like that… I’m not gonna be able to stop.”

His fingers pinched your nipple again, harder this time, as if daring you to moan loud enough for someone to wake up.

You leaned back closer into him, lips barely brushing his jaw as you whispered hotly against his skin,

“Don’t stop then… or are you scared? Show me how brave you are.”

The challenge had barely left your mouth before Heeseung snapped.

He didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second.

With a sharp, impatient tug, he yanked his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, heavy and burning hot against your skin. In the same movement, his other hand roughly pulled your jogging pants and panties down in one swift motion, dragging them halfway down your thighs.

Cold air hit your bare ass and soaked pussy for only a moment before Heeseung pressed forward again. His thick, bare cock slid right between your thighs, gliding along your dripping folds.

“Fuck…” he growled low in your ear, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re soaked.”

He rocked his hips, letting his cock slide back and forth between your thighs, the head bumping teasingly against your swollen clit with every pass. One of his hands returned to your breast, squeezing hard, while the other gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place.

“You talk so much shit,” he breathed, dragging his cock slowly along your slit again, coating himself in your wetness, “but look at you… pushing your bare pussy against me like a desperate whore.”

You bit down hard on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. The feeling of his hot, hard length sliding between your folds was driving you insane. Every slow thrust made the head of his cock nudge your entrance before sliding back up to rub your clit.

Heeseung leaned in, lips pressed right against your ear as he whispered darkly,

“You wanted brave?”

He pulled his hips back slightly, angled himself, and pushed forward.

The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, slowly stretching you open as he started sinking inside you from behind, inch by inch.

He groaned quietly into your hair, the sound rough.

“Shit… you’re so fucking tight.”

He didn’t stop. He kept pushing deeper, filling you up slowly but relentlessly, his hand tightening on your breast as he buried himself to the hilt inside you.

Both of you froze for a second, breathing hard, bodies locked together on the floor.

Then Heeseung’s hips started moving — slow, deep, filthy thrusts, careful not to make too much noise but hard enough that you felt every inch of him dragging inside you.

“Still think I’m scared?” he rasped against your neck, biting down lightly as he fucked you. “Tell me how brave I am now…”

“Fuck… fine,” you gasped, voice barely a whisper, trembling. “You’re brave… fuck, you’re brave—”

You turned your head just enough to glance back at him over your shoulder. Your eyes met in the dim lamplight, and you stared at him—lips parted, biting down hard on your lower lip to keep from moaning too loud.

Heeseung’s dark gaze burned into yours, pupils blown wide with lust. Sweat already clung to his forehead, his jaw clenched tight as he buried himself deep inside you with another slow, powerful thrust.

“Yeah?” he breathed hotly against your mouth, lips hovering just inches from yours. “Say it again while I’m balls-deep in you.”

He snapped his hips forward harder this time, burying his cock to the hilt. A broken whimper escaped you before you could stop it. The stretch was intense, the angle perfect, every thick inch dragging against your walls in the most filthy way.

Heeseung’s hand slid up from your breast to grip your jaw, turning your face further toward him so he could watch you while he fucked you. His thrusts stayed deep and steady — controlled, but getting rougher with every roll of his hips.

“Look at me,” he whispered roughly, eyes never leaving yours. “Look at me while you’re creaming all over my cock like you hate me.”

You bit your lip harder, eyes fluttering but refusing to close. The wet, quiet sound of skin meeting skin was barely masked by the heavy breathing between you. Every thrust pushed you forward slightly on the floor, his body completely molded to yours from behind.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned lowly, the confession slipping out like he hated admitting it. His grip on your jaw tightened as he leaned in and caught your lips in a messy, desperate kiss — all tongue and teeth, trying to swallow down both your moans.

He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against yours, panting.

“Still rivals?” he taunted in a husky whisper, slamming into you a little deeper, grinding his hips in small circles so his cock rubbed against that perfect spot inside you. “Or are you finally admitting you’ve been dying for me to fuck you stupid?”

His free hand slipped down between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, slick circles as he kept thrusting.

Your whole body trembled. You stared back at him, eyes glassy with pleasure, lips still bitten red.

Heeseung smirked against your mouth, dark and satisfied.

“That’s what I thought.”

He kissed you again, harder this time, hips picking up pace as much as he dared without waking the others.

Heeseung kept thrusting into you with deep, measured strokes, each one dragging a silent gasp from your throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, making your mind hazy.

You reached forward, pressing your hand flat against the cold wall for leverage, trying to steady yourself as his hips rocked into you from behind.

Heeseung noticed immediately.

Without warning, he hooked one arm under your knee and yanked your leg up and wider, spreading you open even more. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back.

“Heeseung…” you whimpered breathlessly, the name slipping out like a broken plea.

“Fuck,” he groaned quietly against your neck, voice rough and strained. “Say my name like that again.”

He held your leg high, fingers digging into your thigh as he fucked you harder — still trying to stay quiet, but the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy was getting louder. His other hand stayed braced on the floor near your waist, caging you in while he drove into you with long, filthy strokes.

Every thrust pushed your chest harder against the floor, your shirt still bunched up, nipples rubbing against the fabric. Your hand on the wall curled into a fist as pleasure shot through you.

“Heeseung… ah—” you gasped again, biting your lip right after to muffle the sound.

He leaned over you, chest pressed flush to your back, lips right against your ear as he panted.

“Yeah? You like that?” he whispered, voice dark and mocking even while he was buried inside you. “Legs spread open for me on the fucking floor while our group is sleeping right next to us?”

He snapped his hips forward sharply, grinding deep, his cock rubbing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every roll.

Your eyes fluttered, another soft “Heeseung…” escaping before you could stop it.

He smirked against your skin and bit down lightly on your shoulder, thrusting faster, deeper, chasing the pleasure he could no longer control.

“Keep saying my name like that,” he breathed, voice husky, “and I won’t be able to stop even if someone wakes up.”

His fingers on your thigh tightened, spreading you even wider as he fucked you relentlessly.

“I’m gonna cum… fuck— Heeseung,” you gasped, voice shaking and barely a whisper as your walls started clenching hard around his cock.

Heeseung’s breath hitched sharply. His eyes darkened instantly at your words.

“Shit— already?” he hissed against your ear, but there was clear satisfaction dripping from his tone. He yanked your leg even higher, spreading you obscenely wide as he fucked you deeper, faster, more desperately.

His hips snapped against your ass with wet, muffled slaps. He pressed his forehead hard against the back of your head, panting heavily.

“Then cum,” he growled lowly, voice rough and commanding. “Cum on my cock like the needy little slut you are. Right here. On the fucking floor.”

Heeseung’s hand left your thigh and slid down between your legs, rubbing tight, fast circles on your swollen clit while he kept pounding into you from behind.

Your hand on the wall trembled. Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking violently as the pressure built unbearably fast.

“Look at me,” he demanded in a harsh whisper.

You turned your head just enough. The second your eyes met his — dark, intense, and burning — your orgasm crashed into you.

You bit down hard on your own arm to muffle the moan that tried to rip out of you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick cock, gushing slick heat as you came hard.

Heeseung groaned through gritted teeth, eyes locked on your face the entire time, watching you fall apart.

“Fuck— that’s it… good girl,” he rasped, still thrusting through your orgasm, drawing it out. “So fucking tight when you cum.”

Your body kept shaking, waves of pleasure rolling through you as he fucked you through it. Heeseung’s rhythm started to falter, his own breathing turning ragged and desperate.

He buried his face in your neck, biting down to stay quiet as his hips stuttered.

“I’m close—” he warned, voice strained, hips slamming into you a little harder. “Where do you want it?”

His cock throbbed violently inside you, clearly right on the edge.

“My mouth,” you whispered desperately, voice hoarse and trembling. “Cum in my mouth.”

Heeseung’s eyes flashed with raw hunger at your words. He let out a shaky, almost pained exhale.

“Fuck… you’re filthy,” he groaned quietly, but the way his cock twitched hard inside you told you how much he liked it.

Without wasting another second, he pulled out of you slowly, his thick length glistening with your juices. You quickly turned around on the floor, facing him. Heeseung sat up slightly, leaning back against the wall while you moved between his legs.

He gripped your hair tightly with one hand, guiding your head down as his other hand stroked his slick cock a few times.

You didn’t hesitate.

You wrapped your lips around his throbbing tip, tasting yourself on him as you took him into your warm, wet mouth. Heeseung’s head fell back, jaw clenched tight as he fought to stay quiet.

“Shit— just like that,” he whispered, voice wrecked. His hips bucked up gently, pushing more of his cock into your mouth. “Suck it… fuck, your mouth feels so good.”

You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around the underside as you bobbed your head. Heeseung’s grip on your hair tightened, breathing fast and ragged.

“I’m so fucking close—” he warned, eyes locked on your lips stretched around him.

A few more strokes of your mouth and he broke.

With a choked, quiet groan, Heeseung came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled your mouth as his cock pulsed against your tongue. He kept his hand in your hair, holding you there while he emptied himself, hips twitching.

You swallowed every drop, sucking him gently through the aftershocks until he was shuddering and oversensitive.

Finally, he pulled you off with a shaky breath, chest heaving. His dark eyes stared down at you, lips parted, sweat on his forehead.

For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other in the dim light — faces flushed, breathing heavy, the rivalry still burning underneath everything… but now mixed with something much more dangerous.

Heeseung wiped the corner of your lip with his thumb, then pushed it into your mouth so you could lick it clean.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered, voice low and rough.

He pulled you up and against his chest, both of you still half-naked on the floor, hearts still racing.

The next morning came too quickly.

You were already fully dressed, curled up on your side when a bright, cheerful voice echoed through the living room.

“Kids! Breakfast is ready~ Come eat before it gets cold!”

Your classmate’s mom clapped her hands a few times, her footsteps moving around the room as she gently shook the others awake. Groans and sleepy complaints filled the air as everyone started stirring.

You stretched your arms above your head with a soft groan, your back popping slightly. Your body felt sore in the best and worst ways — thighs aching, a faint throb between your legs, and the unmistakable reminder of last night with every small movement. You quickly sat up, fixing your messy hair and avoiding looking toward Heeseung.

But you could feel him.

Heeseung was already awake, sitting up a few feet away. His hair was tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep, and there was a faint red mark on his neck that definitely wasn’t there yesterday. He glanced at you the moment you moved, his gaze dark and unreadable.

For a split second, the memory hit you hard — his cock in your mouth, the way he groaned your name so quietly, the taste of him on your tongue.

Your cheeks burned.

“Morning everyone!” your classmate’s mom called again, smiling brightly. “There’s rice, eggs, and soup. Hurry up before the boys eat everything!”

The others slowly got up, yawning and stretching, completely oblivious. One of them even stepped over the exact spot where Heeseung had fucked you just hours ago.

You stood up and brushed off your clothes, pretending to be normal. But as you turned, Heeseung was suddenly right beside you, close enough that his arm brushed yours.

He leaned in slightly while everyone else was distracted, his voice low and rough against your ear.

“Sleep well?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smug little smirk. “You were moving around a lot last night.”

Your stomach flipped.

You shot him a sharp glare, cheeks heating up again. “Shut up,” you hissed under your breath. “Not a single word.”

Heeseung’s smirk only grew. He looked far too satisfied for someone who was supposed to be your rival.

As you both walked toward the dining area with the group, he stayed annoyingly close. His fingers brushed against the back of your hand for half a second — not quite holding it, but definitely not accidental.

You elbowed him lightly in the ribs.

“Asshole,” you muttered.

“Needy little liar,” he whispered back, so quietly only you could hear.

You sat down at the table across from each other. Every time your eyes met, the tension crackled. Heeseung’s gaze kept dropping to your lips for a second too long, like he was remembering exactly how they looked wrapped around him.

You kicked his leg under the table.

He kicked back.

But neither of you could hide the faint flush on your cheeks… or the way your heart raced every time he looked at you.

The rivalry wasn’t gone.

you were sitting at an outdoor table on campus, surrounded by trees and a natural atmosphere. You’re a college student currently taking Business Administration.

you were hovering over your laptop and textbooks since you were supposed to be doing a group project. Well, supposedly. The rest of your classmates had left early, complaining and making excuses that they had a long bus ride, meaning they had to leave earlier. You knew a few of them were just tired, and some intentionally just wanted to get out of there.

But across from you, Yang Jungwon — your best friend since childhood — was still there, calmly typing on his laptop, helping you finish the slides without complaint.

He was always like that. Popular, smart, quiet but friendly, the campus gentleman with those sharp cat-like eyes and the killer left dimple that appeared every time he smiled. Half the girls in your department were probably jealous you got to sit across from him like this.

You leaned back and sighed. “Jungwon-ah… you could’ve just gone home early, you know. You didn’t have to stay this long.”

He looked up, one eyebrow raised, that signature dimple flashing as he smirked.

“It’s a school project, y/n,” he said, voice teasing. “And I don’t want my favorite pain in the ass doing it all by herself. Who else is gonna make sure you don’t put wrong data in the charts?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah, yeah. My hero.”

“That’s right,” he grinned, leaning forward. “You should be nicer to me. I’m sacrificing my precious nap time for you.”

you few hour's had past it was already getting darker, dark blue sky you glanced at your phone and check the time it was already 6:25 pm..

you glance back at jungwon, "jungwon I'll just finish the rest.. let just go home it's getting darker", jungwon didn't seem to be bothered he nodded started gathering his things too, helped with yours too.

when things finally settled, you started walking side by side, you had to leave right away since you still have to walk outside the campus from were your apartment is. while jungwon has its own dorm inside campus, both of you heard sound of the rain already approaching, within a sec you both were soaked was by rain.

the rain came down hard and sudden, soaking through your clothes in seconds. You hissed in frustration, clutching your backpack tighter against your chest.

“Shit… my laptop!” you hissed.

Jungwon let out a short laugh despite the rain, water dripping from his hair. “Come on, drama queen! My dorm’s closer. Run!”

Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand — his grip warm and firm even through the cold rain — and pulled you along with him. You both sprinted through the dimly lit campus paths, shoes splashing against puddles. His broad shoulders tried to shield you a little, but it was useless. your oversized plaid shirt was now glued to your body, and your wide-leg pants felt like they weighed ten kilos.

By the time you reached his dorm building, you were both laughing and panting. He quickly swiped his keycard, held the door open for you like the gentleman he was, and you rushed inside.

the warm light and sudden quiet after the roaring rain felt heavenly. Jungwon shook his hair like a wet puppy, droplets flying everywhere, then turned to you with a playful grin. His white shirt was now see-through, clinging to his shoulders and chest.

“You look like a drowned cat,” he teased, eyes sparkling with mischief. “A very cute drowned cat, though.”

You were still clutching your backpack to your chest, cheeks warming up. “Ya… Jungwon, it’s fine. I’ll just—”

“Shower,” he cut you off, already walking toward his closet. “No arguments. You’re soaked and I’m not letting you get sick. I’ll lend you clothes. Mine will be big on you but way better than walking home like that.”

He tossed you one of his hoodies and a pair of sweatpants, then tilted his head with that signature dimpled smile.

“Unless you want me to join you in the shower to save water? Best friend privileges,” he joked, winking.

Your eyes widened. “Yang Jungwon!”

He laughed — bright and boyish — clearly enjoying how easily he could fluster you.

“Kidding. Mostly.” He nodded toward the bathroom. “Go warm up. I’ll dry your stuff and order something to eat. You’re not leaving until the rain stops anyway.”

He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, still dripping but looking annoyingly good even like this.

“Hurry up, y/n. Or I really will come drag you in there myself.”

“Don't try...” you warned, raising a small fist at him threateningly as you backed toward the bathroom. “I’m serious, Yang Jungwon. No funny business.”

Jungwon just grinned, that left dimple deepening as he lifted both hands in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, though his cat-like eyes clearly said otherwise. “Go warm up, y/n. I’ll behave… for now.”

You rolled your eyes and quickly slipped into the bathroom, heart beating a little faster than usual.

After a nice warm shower, you changed into the clothes Jungwon lent you — his oversized black hoodie that reached mid-thigh and a pair of gray sweatpants you had to roll at the waist. They smelled like him. You sat on the edge of his bed, still gently ruffling your damp hair with a towel when he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later.

Jungwon had changed into a simple white t-shirt and black sweatpants. A towel was draped over his head as he ruffled his own hair, making it messy in that annoyingly cute way. He walked over and casually plopped down right beside you on the bed, close enough that your knees almost touched.

Without saying anything, he reached over and took the towel from your hands, continuing to gently dry your hair for you.

You froze for a second, then let out a soft laugh. “Jungwon… I can do it myself.”

He didn’t stop. His fingers moved carefully through your hair gently, as he tilted his head with a small smile.

“Let me,” he said softly, voice warm.

You stayed quiet, letting him. The room was filled with only the sound of rain still pouring outside and the faint rustle of the towel. After a moment, Jungwon’s smile turned a little nostalgic.

“You know… this reminds me of when we were five,” he murmured, still drying your hair. “You got all stubborn and ran out to play in the rain even though your mom said no. We both ended up soaked and got scolded so badly.”

You let out a quiet laugh, remembering. “You got in trouble because of me that day.”

“Mhm,” Jungwon hummed, his cat eyes crinkling. “But I still dried your hair after, just like this. Even back then you were already a handful.” He paused, then teased, “Some things never change, huh?”

You turned your head slightly to look at him, cheeks warming again. “And you’re still the same… always acting like my personal caretaker.”

He grinned, showing off that dimple again as he leaned in a little closer, pretending to inspect your hair.

“Someone has to take care of you. You’d probably catch a cold and blame me tomorrow if I didn’t.” His voice dropped playfully, “Or maybe I just like taking care of you. Best friend privilege, remember?”

You nudged his shoulder lightly. “You’re so cheesy today.”

“Only for you,” he winked, still gently tousling your hair with the towel. “Now sit still. I’m not done yet.”

You slowly raised both hands and rested them on the bed for balance, smiling down at him even though he was still gently drying your hair. Jungwon’s fingers paused for a second, but you didn’t let him finish. Instead, you reached for the towel still around his neck and started tousling his damp hair yourself.

“And remember,” you said softly, smiling, “I did the exact same thing to you back then.”

You leaned in a little closer as you dried his hair, your body naturally rising. His head ended up right in front of your chest as he looked up at you with those sharp cat-like eyes. You kept talking casually, completely unaware of how intimate the moment had become.

“You always got sick easier than me, so I had to dry your hair like this every time you followed me into the rain. Remember? You’d complain the whole time but still let me do it.”

Jungwon didn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand slowly moved to rest on your waist, holding you firmly in place. His grip was warm and steady through the oversized hoodie you were wearing. He kept looking up at you, his usual playful smile fading into something softer in his eyes.

You finally noticed.

The playful words died on your lips as your eyes met his. The two of you stared at each other for a long moment — longer than best friends probably should. The sound of rain drumming against the window filled the quiet room.

You slowly lowered your hand, letting the towel rest around his neck. Jungwon’s free hand moved from your waist to gently touch your shoulder, then brushed a strand of damp hair away from your cheek. Both of his hands eventually cupped your face, thumbs lightly stroking your skin.

Your breath caught. Without thinking, you slid your hands around his neck, steadying yourself as you both leaned in closer… closer…

Your foreheads rested together. The warmth of his skin, the familiar scent of his shampoo, the way his breath brushed your lips — everything felt electric.

Then, slowly, naturally, like it had been waiting for years, Jungwon tilted his head just slightly and kissed you.

It was soft at first. Gentle. A careful press of his lips against yours, almost testing if you’d pull away. When you didn’t — when you kissed him back — the kiss deepened, his hands still cradling your face like you were something precious.

He tasted warmth inside you.

When you finally pulled back just enough to breathe, Jungwon’s cat eyes were half-lidded, his left dimple barely showing as he gave you a small, almost shy smile.

“…Took us long enough, huh?” he whispered, voice a little husky, thumb still brushing your cheek. “My stubborn best friend.”

Before you could even answer him, before your brain could catch up with what just happened, you pulled him in again.

Your hands tightened around his neck as you leaned forward and kissed him once more — this time with a little more confidence and little more need. Jungwon let out a soft surprised sound against your lips before melting into it, his arms wrapping fully around your waist and pulling you closer.

The second kiss was warmer. Deeper. Less careful.

His lips moved against yours with that same gentle firmness he always had, but now there was a quiet hunger behind it. One of his hands slid up your back, fingers slipping under the oversized hoodie you were wearing, pressing against your warm skin. The other stayed on your waist, holding you like he was afraid you’d disappear.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing a little heavier. Your foreheads stayed pressed together. Jungwon’s cat-like eyes were darker now, half-lidded, and that famous left dimple appeared as he gave you a small, breathless smile.

“Wow… okay,” he whispered, voice teasing, though slightly shaky. “If I knew drying your hair would lead to this, I would’ve done it every single day since we were kids.”

You let out a soft laugh, still holding onto him. Your cheeks were burning.

“Shut up, Jungwon…”

He chuckled, the sound warm. He leaned in and placed a quick, playful kiss on the tip of your nose, then your forehead, before resting his head against yours again.

“You know,” he murmured, thumb gently stroking your lower back under the hoodie, “I’ve been waiting for you to do that for years. My stubborn best friend finally kissed me first. I’m never letting you live this down.”

His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, but there was something softer underneath — something real.

“So…” he tilted his head, lips brushing yours again teasingly, “does this mean I can stop pretending I only see you as my best friend? Or are we still playing that game?”

He stayed close, arms wrapped around you, waiting for your answer while the rain continued pouring outside — like the world had slowed down just for the two of you.

You nodded slowly, eyes locked on his.

“No more pretending,” you whispered.

Then you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, pulling him even closer until there was almost no space left between you. Your noses brushed, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips as you stared at him — really looked at him.

Jungwon’s eyes softened, but the playful spark was still there. His left dimple slowly appeared as he smiled, arms tightening around your waist in return.

“Good,” he murmured, voice low and a little husky. “Because I’ve been pretending for way too long.”

He leaned in first this time, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one was slower, deeper, like he was savoring the fact that he finally could. One of his hands slid up your back under the hoodie, fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin while the other stayed firmly on your waist, keeping you pressed against him.

When he pulled back just enough to speak, his forehead rested against yours again.

“You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this,” he confessed with a soft chuckle, brushing his nose against yours playfully. “Every time you smiled at me. Every time you teased me. Every single time we got caught in the rain together… I just wanted to kiss you.”

You laughed quietly, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

Jungwon tilted his head, eyes narrowing in that cute mischievous way. “So… does this mean you’re officially my girl now? Or are we still calling this best friend privileges with extra steps?”

He leaned in and placed a quick, teasing kiss on the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the tip of your nose — clearly enjoying how flustered he could still make you.

“Because I’m really hoping it’s the first one,” he added, voice dropping playfully as he hugged you tighter. “I’ve waited since we were kids to call you mine, y/n."

You smiled softly, still wrapped tightly around him, and whispered against his lips.

“I have always been yours, silly.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened for a split second before that bright, heart-melting smile broke across his face — the one that showed his left dimple perfectly. He let out a soft, relieved laugh and buried his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you even tighter.

“God… you’re going to kill me saying things like that,” he mumbled against your skin, his breath warm. He pulled back just enough to look at you again.

You tilted your head, still holding him close. “So… what now?”

Jungwon hummed thoughtfully, pretending to think seriously while his hands gently caressed your waist under the oversized hoodie.

“Hmm… good question,” he said, voice playful. He leaned in and gave you a slow, sweet kiss before pulling away with a smirk.

“What now is… I finally get to do all the things I’ve been holding back for years.”

He gently pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, then rested his forehead against yours again.

“First, I’m keeping you here tonight. No walking home in the rain. Second…” He kissed the corner of your mouth teasingly. “I get to call you my girlfriend. For real this time. No more just best friends excuses.”

He pulled back slightly, eyes softening as he looked at you with that gentle, fond expression only you ever got to see.

“And third…” His voice dropped a little, more sincere now. “We take this slow if you want… or not slow. Whatever you’re comfortable with. You’ve always been my priority, y/n. That’s not changing just because I can finally kiss you whenever I want.”

He grinned again, that playful glint returning as he lightly poked your side.

“But fair warning… I’m probably going to be annoyingly clingy now. You created this monster, so you have to deal with it.”

Jungwon leaned in and kissed you once more — soft, lingering, and full of quiet joy — before resting his chin on your shoulder, hugging you close while the rain continued falling outside.

“So… girlfriend,” he whispered teasingly against your ear. “What do you want to do now?”

You stayed wrapped in his arms pulled him away for a sec, your faces so close that your breaths mixed. Looking straight into his eyes, something bolder took over. Your voice dropped to a soft, shaky whisper.

“I’ve thought about it so many times… how you’d feel inside me,” you confessed, cheeks burning. “How warm you’d be… how deep you could go.”

The words hung heavy between you.

You whispered those bold words against his lips, and something in Jungwon snapped.

For a second, Jungwon froze, his eyes darkening instantly. His grip on your waist tightened, fingers pressing into your skin like he was trying to steady himself. You could feel his heartbeat pick up against your chest.

Then you slowly pulled back just enough to smile at him — a shy but playful little smile, like you couldn’t believe you’d just said that.

Jungwon let out a shaky breath, his left dimple flashing as he smirked, though his ears had turned bright red.

“Fuck, y/n…” he whispered, voice suddenly Husky “You can’t say something like that while looking at me with those eyes and then smile so innocently.”

His eyes darkened with want. Without another word, he pulled you into a deep, hungry kiss, tongues meeting as he flipped you both so you were lying on your back on his bed.

You tugged at his shirt impatiently. Jungwon helped you pull it over his head, then reached for the oversized hoodie you were wearing. Piece by piece, your clothes disappeared — his shirt, his sweatpants, your borrowed clothes — until both of you were completely bare, skin against skin.

He kissed you like he was starving, hands roaming over your body with a mix of gentleness and desperation. His lips moved from your mouth to your neck, then lower, leaving soft marks on your collarbone as he settled between your legs.

“Been waiting so long for this…” he breathed against your skin.

You pulled him back up, kissing him hard as you felt him press against your entrance bare Raw.

Jungwon looked into your eyes, silently asking. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He pushed in slowly at first, groaning deeply as he felt your warmth surround him. Inch by inch, he filled you completely, stretching you open until he bottomed out with a shaky breath.

“Fuck… y/n,” he whispered, voice rough. “You feel even better than I imagined.”

He started moving — deep, steady thrusts that pressed you harder into the sheets. You moaned, legs wrapping around him. Jungwon grabbed your thighs, pushing them back toward your chest, opening you up more as he fucked you raw.

Your hands moved to hold the back of your own thighs, steadying them just like he wanted, keeping yourself spread for him. You looked up at him — flushed cheeks, messy hair, that left dimple showing even now as he smiled through the pleasure.

Jungwon’s eyes were locked on yours, intense and full of emotion as he thrust deeper, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with the rain.

“Look at me, baby,” he panted, leaning down to kiss you messily while still moving inside you. “Been my best friend for years… now you’re finally mine. All mine.”

He picked up the pace, fucking you harder, pressing you deeper into the mattress. Every thrust was raw, warm, and perfect. His hands stayed on your thighs, helping you hold them open as he drove into you again and again.

You could feel every inch of him.

“Jungwon…” you moaned his name, eyes never leaving his.

He groaned, forehead pressed to yours, breathing heavy.

“That’s it… keep looking at me while I fuck you,” he whispered playfully, even now, voice husky. “My pretty girl.”

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” you whimpered breathlessly, the words spilling out like a broken prayer as Jungwon drove into you harder.

You were holding the back of your own thighs tightly, keeping them pressed up and open for him just like he wanted. Every deep, raw thrust made your body jolt against the sheets, your voice cracking into soft, desperate moans.

Jungwon groaned above you, his cat-like eyes dark and locked on your face, watching every expression you made.

“Shit, baby…” he panted, voice husky and strained. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”

He leaned down closer, folding you even more as he fucked you deeper — slow but powerful strokes that made you feel every inch of him. Skin slapped against skin, wet and filthy, mixing with the heavy sound of rain pounding against the window.

“Look at you,” he whispered hotly against your ear, one hand still gripping your thigh while the other braced beside your head. “My pretty best friend… moaning my name while I fuck you raw like this.”

You moaned louder, eyes fluttering as pleasure crashed through you. “Jungwon… fuck—”

He kissed you messily, swallowing your whimpers as his hips snapped forward again and again, burying himself to the hilt every time. The angle had him hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over, making your toes curl.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, sweat glistening on his forehead, that left dimple flashing even through his wrecked expression.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he groaned, voice playful but dripping with lust. “Been holding this in for years… and now you’re letting me ruin you like this? So good for me, baby.”

His pace quickened, thrusting harder, deeper, pressing your thighs further back as he fucked you into the mattress. Your moans turned into high-pitched whimpers, body trembling beneath him.

Jungwon pressed his forehead to yours, breathing heavily.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, even as he kept pounding into you, “but fuck… I don’t want to stop. You feel too perfect.”

He kissed you again, swallowing another string of “fuck… fuck…” that fell from your lips, hips never slowing down.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” you kept whimpering, voice breaking with every deep thrust as Jungwon fucked you raw, your hands still gripping the back of your thighs to keep yourself spread open for him.

Jungwon’s pace became more intense, hips snapping harder as he felt you clenching around him.

“Jungwon…” you moaned loudly, eyes glassy with pleasure. “Jungwon…!”

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned, voice rough and low. He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours while still holding your thighs open. “Cum for me. Let me feel you.”

He angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot relentlessly, faster and deeper. Your moans turned into broken cries as the pressure built unbearably tight inside you.

“Jungwon—!” you gasped sharply, body suddenly tensing.

You came hard around him, thighs shaking in your own grip as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Your walls pulsed and squeezed him tightly, making Jungwon groan deeply, he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fuck, you’re so tight when you cum…” he panted, kissing your neck messily while still moving inside you, slower now to let you ride it out.

You were still trembling when you finally caught your breath. Looking up at him with hazy eyes, you whispered breathlessly,

“Let me… take over…”

Jungwon’s eyes flashed with surprise and excitement. He gave you a lazy, dimpled smirk even while still buried deep inside you.

“Yeah?” he breathed, leaning down to kiss you once before pulling out slowly, making you both hiss at the loss.

He rolled onto his back beside you, his hard cock glistening and flushed. You didn’t waste time — you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Jungwon’s hands immediately found your waist, guiding you as you hovered over him.

“Go on then, baby,” he said, voice husky and teasing, though his eyes were blazing. “Take over. Use me however you want.”

You wrapped your hand around his length, lining him up before slowly sinking down onto him again, taking every inch until he was fully inside you once more. The new angle made both of you moan.

Jungwon’s head fell back against the pillow, hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Shit… you look so good on top,” he groaned, watching you with hooded eyes. “Ride me, y/n. Show your best friend— fuck, your boyfriend how badly you’ve wanted this too.”

He gave you that signature playful smirk even while breathing heavily, thumbs stroking your skin encouragingly.

You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm, taking him deep with every movement. Jungwon’s grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your skin as he watched you with hungry eyes.

“Cum for me please…” you moaned breathlessly, voice shaky as you bounced on his cock. “Baby… Jungwon please— cum inside me…”

Jungwon groaned loudly, his head pressing back into the pillow for a second before he snapped his gaze back to you. That left dimple appeared as he smirked through the pleasure.

“Fuck, y/n… you’re so dirty when you want something,” he rasped. “Begging your best friend to fill you up like this?”

He sat up slightly, wrapping one strong arm around your back while the other gripped your hip hard, guiding your movements. He started thrusting up to meet you, driving himself deeper with every bounce.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me just like that— fuck, you’re taking me so well,” he growled against your neck, biting down lightly. “You feel so fucking good… so warm and wet. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”

You moaned louder, hips moving faster as he guided you, controlling the pace with his firm hands. Jungwon’s breath was hot against your skin, his voice dropping even lower.

“You want me to cum inside you? Want your boyfriend to fill you up raw until it’s dripping out of you?” He thrust up harder, making you cry out. “Been waiting years to breed this pretty cunt… and now you’re asking so nicely.”

He kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he helped you ride him faster, deeper. His hand slipped between your bodies, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit.

“Cum again for me first,” he demanded playfully, even while panting. “I want to feel you squeezing my cock before I fill you up.”

The pressure built quickly. Between his thrusts, his thumb, and his filthy words, you came again with a broken moan, clenching hard around him.

Jungwon groaned deeply, hips stuttering. “That’s my good girl— fuck!”

He pulled you down hard onto him and came, pulsing hot and deep inside you. You felt every twitch, every warm spurt as he filled you up, groaning your name against your shoulder.

For a moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the rain still pouring outside.

But Jungwon wasn’t done.

He flipped you over onto your back in one smooth motion, still buried inside you. His eyes were gleaming with mischief and hunger as he looked down at you, a lazy smirk on his lips.

“Another round,” he whispered, voice husky. He slowly rolled his hips, pushing his cum even deeper into you. “You didn’t think I was finished with you after one time, did you?”

He leaned down and kissed you deeply, already starting to move again — slower this time, but just as deep.

“Look at me, baby,” he murmured against your lips, that signature dimple showing. “I’m gonna fuck you all night. My pretty girlfriend deserves to be ruined properly, don’t you think?”

Jungwon stayed buried deep inside you for a few more moments, savoring the way you were still fluttering around him. Then, with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, he pulled out almost completely — only the tip of his cock resting against your soaked entrance.

You whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

“Jungwon…” you breathed, voice needy and slightly frustrated.

He smirked down at you, that signature left dimple deepening. Sweat glistened on his skin, but he looked far too composed for someone who had just fucked you senseless.

“Hmm?” he hummed innocently, tilting his head. One hand slid down between your bodies, and he lazily rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slick folds, teasing your clit with every slow stroke. “What’s wrong, baby?”

You tried to roll your hips up to take him back in, but he pulled back just enough to deny you, chuckling softly.

“Jungwon…” you whined again, reaching for his shoulders.

He caught your wrists gently and pinned them above your head with one hand, leaning down so his lips brushed against your ear.

“So impatient,” he teased, voice low and playful. “You were just begging me to cum inside you like a good girl… and now you’re already desperate for more?”

He continued rubbing his cock against you — slow, torturous slides through your wetness, occasionally pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out again. Every time you thought he’d finally push in, he denied you with a soft laugh.

“Look at you,” he murmured, kissing along your jaw. “My sweet best friend… now my greedy little girlfriend. You’re dripping everywhere, y/n. Making such a mess on my sheets.”

He pressed in just a little deeper this time — only halfway — then pulled out again completely, tapping his cock against your sensitive clit.

“Jungwon, please…” you gasped, squirming underneath him.

“Please what?” he asked, eyes gleaming with that familiar teasing glint. He leaned down and kissed you softly, then pulled back before you could deepen it. “You want me to fuck you again? Or should I keep teasing this pretty pussy until you’re crying for me?”

He rubbed his length against you even slower, watching your face closely, clearly enjoying every frustrated moan and whimper you let out.

“I’ve waited years to have you like this,” he whispered hotly against your neck, nipping at your skin. “Let me enjoy my new favorite toy for a little longer, yeah?”

He finally pushed the tip back in, stretching you open again, but stayed completely still, refusing to give you the friction you desperately wanted.

“Tell me nicely, baby,” he cooed, smiling against your lips. “Beg your boyfriend properly.”

“Please… baby…” you whimpered, hips twitching desperately under him. “I want you inside… please.”

Jungwon’s teasing smirk finally softened into something darker and hungrier. He let out a low groan at your sweet begging.

“Fuck… how can I say no when you ask like that?”

He pushed back inside you in one smooth, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. You both moaned loudly as he filled you again. This time he didn’t tease — he fucked you properly, harder, hips snapping against yours while he held your thighs open.

“Such a good girl,” he panted, kissing you messily. “My pretty girlfriend takes me so well.”

You went through a few more intense rounds after that — switching positions, him taking you from behind. The rain eventually stopped, but the sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filled the room for hours.

Eventually, you both ended up in a heated 69. You were on top facing backward, leaning down to take his cock into your mouth, sucking him eagerly while he had his face buried between your thighs. Jungwon groaned against your swollen pussy, sucking on your clit while two fingers pumped inside you.

“Fuck— just like that, baby,” he moaned, voice muffled as he licked and fingered you messily. “Suck me deeper… yeah, good girl.”

You whimpered around his length, hips grinding back against his tongue as he devoured you. Both of you were desperate and sloppy, chasing pleasure until you both came hard one last time.

The next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the curtains. You slowly woke up, body deliciously sore, voice raspy from hours of moaning and whimpering his name.

Your eyes widened when you realized how bright it was outside.

“Jungwon…” you called, voice hoarse and rough.

He stirred beside you, pulling you closer under the blanket. Both of you were still completely naked, skin warm against each other.

“Hmm?” he mumbled sleepily, burying his face in your neck. Then his eyes opened slowly. When he saw the time on his phone, he let out a quiet laugh.

“Shit… we’re definitely late for class.”

He rolled over so he was half on top of you, kissing your forehead, then your cheeks, then your lips gently.

“Morning, girlfriend,” he whispered with a playful smile, that left dimple showing. “How’s your voice? Sounds like someone got properly ruined last night.”

You blushed, hiding your face in his chest. Jungwon chuckled and hugged you tighter, his hand gently rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles.

Aftercare mode was fully on. He kissed the top of your head and spoke softly.

“You okay? Not too sore?” He gently stroked your hair. “I’ll make you some warm tea for your throat. We can skip morning classes… or at least the first one. I’ll send a message to our group chat saying we’re finishing the project.”

He pulled back slightly to look at you, eyes full of warmth and affection.

“Last night was… everything,” he said sincerely, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “No more pretending. You’re really mine now.”

You smiled tiredly and nodded. Jungwon leaned in and gave you one last soft kiss.

“Stay in bed a little longer, baby. I’ll take care of you today too… just like always.”

You shook your head, still curled up against him under the blanket, body sore and voice raspy.

“No… we aren’t even done yet. Get up, get up,” you said, poking his chest. “The project isn’t finished. We still have to meet the group today.”

Jungwon groaned dramatically, burying his face in your neck. “But you’re sore… and I like you in my bed.”

“Too bad,” you laughed, pushing at his shoulder even though your legs still felt shaky. “Responsibility first, boyfriend.”

He lifted his head, eyes narrowing playfully at the new title. That left dimple appeared as he smirked.

“Say that again.”

“Boyfriend,” you repeated, cheeks warming.

Jungwon’s expression softened into something dangerously fond. He leaned in and kissed you slow and deep, like he was sealing the word into reality.

“Fine,” he sighed against your lips. “But I’m helping you with everything today. No arguments.”

He stayed true to his word. After another gentle shower (with lots of soft kisses but no more sex), he helped you dry off and even carried you back to your apartment when your legs protested walking too much.

At your place, Jungwon sat on your bed and watched with a small smile as you changed. You slipped into the cute floral skirt that swayed gently around your thighs, a white tube top, and a soft cardigan over it. He stood up to help adjust the cardigan, fingers lingering on your waist.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Still can’t believe you’re mine now.”

He walked you all the way to campus, hand in hand the entire time, refusing to let you carry your own bag.

When you finally reached the outdoor table, the rest of the group was already there. You sat down carefully — very aware of how sore you were — and Jungwon immediately scooted his chair right next to yours, arm resting along the back of your seat.

The group noticed the extra closeness right away.

One of the girls smirked. “You two are extra attached today. Did something happen?”

Jungwon just smiled calmly, his fingers lightly playing with the sleeve of your cardigan. “We stayed up really late finishing the slides. Right, y/n?”

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face. “Yeah. Very long night.”

The others laughed it off easily.

“Typical Jungwon and y/n behavior,” one of the guys said, waving it away. “You two have been glued together since freshman year. Nothing new.”

They had no idea.

Under the table, Jungwon’s hand rested possessively on your thigh, thumb drawing slow circles over your floral skirt. He leaned in close while pretending to look at the shared laptop screen, whispering softly in your ear.

“If they knew I spent half the night buried inside my best friend… and that she’s still sore because of me… they wouldn’t be so casual about it.”

You pinched his leg under the table, cheeks burning.

“Focus,” you whispered back, but you couldn’t hide your smile.

Jungwon just chuckled quietly, that killer dimple flashing as he turned back to the group and started calmly explaining the next part of the presentation like nothing had changed.

But everything had.

He stayed glued to your side the entire session — refilling your water, handing you pens, occasionally brushing your hair behind your ear. The group just assumed it was normal best-friend behavior.

Only you two knew the truth behind every soft touch and secret glance.

When the group finally wrapped up for the day, Jungwon leaned in again, lips brushing your ear.

“Project’s done. Now can I take my girlfriend home?” His voice dropped teasingly. “I’ll be gentle this time… maybe.”

He gave you that mischievous cat-like smile, waiting for your answer.

You turned to him with a soft laugh, reaching up to gently squeeze his cheek between your fingers. His skin was warm under your touch.

“Alright, alright, baby…” you whispered, voice still a little raspy from last night.

Jungwon’s eyes widened for a split second in surprise, then softened with pure affection. That signature left dimple deepened as he smiled brightly, clearly loving the new pet name in public — even if the group couldn’t hear.

The rest of the group was busy packing up their things, chatting among themselves, completely unaware of the intimate little moment happening right beside them.

Jungwon leaned in closer, his hand still resting on your thigh under the table, and murmured just loud enough for you to hear.

“Say it again later when we’re alone. I like how it sounds coming from my girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes fondly but couldn’t stop smiling. He helped you gather your things, slinging both your bag and his over his shoulder before offering his hand.

As the two of you walked away from the table, side by side under the late afternoon sun, Jungwon glanced back at the group once and then at you, his expression warm and content.

“Best friends to this… took us long enough,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. “No more pretending.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder as you walked, the floral skirt swaying gently with each step.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Finally.”

Jungwon pressed a quick, sweet kiss to the top of your head, that playful sparkle still in his eyes.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go home. I still owe you proper aftercare… and maybe round… whatever we’re on now.”

You laughed and squeezed his hand tighter.

The rain from last night was long gone. The sky was clear, and so was everything between you two.

You were at a sleepover at your friend’s house with the whole squad. Everyone was sprawled out on floor mattresses. You were tucked under your Hello Kitty blanket while heavy rain poured outside, accompanied by loud thunder. The room was pitch black except for the glow of your phone. You had one earphone in, listening to music as you scrolled.

Of course, your annoying close friend—the one you barely even considered a friend—had to ruin the peace. You didn’t like Jake at all. He was loud, teasing, and extremely irritating.

“Shut up, Jake… I don’t care about your stories,” you muttered, still lying on your back and staring at your phone.

Jake propped himself up on one elbow, turning to stare at you. The rest of the squad was already fast asleep.

You were exhausted. Before he could continue his rant, you rolled your eyes, turned over to your side with your back facing him, and said, “Goodnight, Jake.”

Finally free, you plugged in your second earphone and opened your usual ASMR boyfriend video on YouTube. The low, husky voice filled your ears. You closed your eyes, letting the addictive sound wash over you like it was nothing.

Jake eventually gave up and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. For a moment, everything was quiet.

Until he heard it.

A deep male voice leaking from your earphones: “…mommy…”

Jake froze. He wasn’t sure if he heard it right. He stayed still, listening closely.

You had no idea the sound was audible. You thought your earphones were loud enough to stay private, but because of how close you two were, the audio was clear to him.

A few seconds later, Jake reached over and tapped your shoulder.

You shrugged his hand off without turning around.

But Jake didn’t stop. He kept tapping your shoulder until you finally gave in. You turned off your phone, the screen going black, and glanced back at him with a glare.

“What? I’m trying to sleep, Jake,” you whispered sharply.

Jake leaned in closer, his smirk visible even in the dark. “You heard nothing, and I wasn’t listening to anything. Are you hearing things already?” you shot back defensively.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

You continued quickly, “Maybe you’re hearing things. It’s raining really loud outside, and you keep talking like you’re alone in this room. People are sleeping.”

Jake let out a quiet, amused chuckle. He propped himself higher on his elbow, refusing to drop the subject. Lightning flashed outside, briefly lighting up his mischievous face.

“Oh really?” he whispered, his voice full of teasing. “Because I’m pretty sure I just heard a dude straight-up calling someone ‘mommy’ in that ASMR voice. Don’t even try to gaslight me.”

He paused for a second, then tilted his head with a wicked grin.

“So… you into that kind of thing? The whole ‘mommy’ kink while you sleep? That’s wild coming from you.”

Jake tapped your shoulder again, clearly enjoying how flustered you were getting.

You quickly swatted Jake’s hand away from your shoulder, glaring at him in the dark.

“Go to sleep, Jake,” you hissed. “Haven’t you talked enough already? You really don’t shut up even at night?”

Jake quietly laughed, completely unfazed by your annoyance. Instead of backing off, he moved a little closer on his mattress, still propped up on his elbow.

“Aww, come on,” he whispered, his voice laced with amusement. “You can’t just drop a bomb like that and tell me to sleep. ‘Mommy’ ASMR? Really? Out of all the things you could listen to…”

He paused, clearly enjoying himself way too much.

“I’m not even mad. I’m just impressed. Who knew you had this side to you?” His smirk. “Bet you fall asleep every night to some guy calling you mommy while the rest of us think you’re tough.”

Thunder rumbled outside as rain continued pouring heavily. You turned your back to him again, pulling your Hello Kitty blanket higher up.

Jake still wasn’t done. He tapped the edge of your blanket this time.

“So… does he call you a good girl too, or what?”

You turned around again, irritated beyond words. You reached out and pushed his face away with your palm, half-tempted to kick him off his mattress.

“It’s none of your business,” you snapped quietly. “Even if I was, forget it. Go to sleep before I put you to sleep myself.”

Jake let out a muffled laugh against your hand before you pulled it back. He didn’t look scared at all — if anything, your threat only made him more entertained. He rubbed his face dramatically, still grinning in the dark.

“Wow… violent and into mommy ASMR? You’re full of surprises tonight,” he teased, voice low but dripping with amusement.

You glared at him, pulling your Hello Kitty blanket up like a shield. Jake, however, refused to let the moment die. He leaned in slightly closer, eyes sparkling with mischief every time lightning flashed outside.

“Relax, I’m not gonna tell the squad… probably,” he whispered. “But now I’m curious. Do you actually say it back? Or do you just listen and—”

You grabbed your pillow and smacked him right in the face with it.

“Yuck…” you muttered, pretending to be disgusted. “That’s so gross. It’s not even my thing.”

Of course, it was a lie, and you knew it. But you weren’t about to admit anything to Jake, especially not while he was being this annoying.

Jake dramatically fell back onto his mattress after the pillow hit, laughing quietly but hard enough that his shoulders shook. He sat back up, pushing the pillow away, his grin even wider now.

“Ohhh, so that’s how we’re playing it?” he whispered, clearly not believing you for a second. “You’re really gonna sit there and say ‘yuck’ while you were just listening to a guy moan ‘mommy’ in your ear?”

He leaned in closer again, dodging another potential pillow attack.

“You’re such a bad liar." He paused, then added in a teasing, husky voice meant to imitate the ASMR, “Want me to call you mommy too? Maybe that’ll help you fall asleep faster~”

Thunder cracked outside as the rain poured harder. You wanted to strangle him.

You grabbed your pillow and smacked him with it again. “Yuck…” you muttered, pretending to be grossed out. “It’s not even my thing.”

Jake was about to fire back when a sleepy voice from nearby suddenly cut through the darkness.

A friend lying a few mattresses away stirred from the loud thunder. He groggily sat up a little, squinting at the two of you.

“Why are you guys still awake?” he mumbled. “Sleep already, it’s past midnight…”

He yawned, fluffed his pillow, and plopped back down, falling asleep almost instantly.

The second he was out, you lunged forward and slapped your hand over Jake’s mouth before he could continue his teasing.

“Shut. Up.” you hissed, eyes narrowed dangerously.

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise, but the mischievous sparkle didn’t disappear. He raised both hands in mock surrender, though his lips curved into a smirk against your palm. You could feel him trying not to laugh.

After a few tense seconds, you slowly removed your hand, glaring at him in warning.

But Jake being Jake, he leaned in the moment your hand was gone and whispered barely above a breath.

“…Yes, Mommy~”

You quickly pulled your Hello Kitty blanket up to your chin and shot him a disgusted look.

“Ew, don’t even try. It doesn’t sound good at all,” you whispered back, clearly unimpressed.

Jake’s shoulders shook with silent laughter. He looked way too entertained for someone who was supposed to be sleeping. Even in the dark, you could see the smug grin on his face.

“Oh? So you’re an expert now?” he teased, voice low and playful. “You listen to it every night but my version isn’t good enough? That’s harsh.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your back to him again, yanking the blanket over your head this time, hoping he would finally shut up.

But Jake scooted a tiny bit closer on the mattress and whispered right behind you.

“Fine… I’ll practice. Goodnight… Mommy~”

He said it even slower and deeper this time, clearly mocking the ASMR voice on purpose.

You turned away from him, closed your eyes, and tried to force yourself to sleep.

But you couldn’t.

No matter how hard you tried, your heart was still beating too fast from annoyance and embarrassment. You tossed and turned under the blanket, letting out a frustrated sigh. Eventually, you gave up and rolled onto your side, facing Jake’s direction just to check if he had finally fallen asleep.

To your surprise, he was still awake.

Jake was lying on his back with one arm behind his head, staring at the ceiling. The moment he noticed you looking at him, he slowly turned his head toward you with that same annoying smirk.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he whispered, his voice low and teasing. “Wonder why…”

He shifted slightly closer on his mattress, eyes glinting with mischief every time lightning flashed outside.

“Still thinking about what I said?” He paused, then added in a fake husky tone, “...Mommy?”

You didn’t look impressed at all. No smile, no reaction — just a flat, annoyed stare.

“Not even good,” you said dryly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake bit his lip to stop himself from laughing too loud. He turned fully on his side to face you, looking far too entertained by your cold response.

“Damn, harsh,” he whispered, pretending to be hurt. “You’re really rating my ‘mommy’ voice?"

You kept staring at him with zero expression, which only made him more amused. The rain was still pouring hard outside, thunder rumbling every few seconds.

Jake scooted his pillow a little closer to yours and lowered his voice even more, trying a different tone — slower and deeper this time.

“How about this one… Good girl~ Go to sleep, Mommy…”

He watched your face closely, clearly waiting for any crack in your annoyed expression.

You shook your head slowly, keeping a straight, unimpressed face.

“Not even good,” you repeated dryly.

Deep down, a small part of you was slightly impressed by how low and smooth his voice got, but you refused to let him see even a hint of that. You weren’t about to give Jake the satisfaction.

Jake narrowed his eyes playfully, studying your expression in the dark. He clearly didn’t believe your poker face for a second.

“Liar,” he whispered with a smirk. “You’re trying so hard not to react. I saw that little pause.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your head away from him, pulling the Hello Kitty blanket up again. But Jake wasn’t done. He shifted even closer until his mattress was almost touching yours.

He lowered his voice into that same deep, husky tone from before and whispered right next to your ear.

“Come on… admit it. That one was better, right… Mommy?”

His breath brushed against your skin, making it harder for you to stay unaffected.

“No,” you replied flatly, refusing to give him any reaction.

You closed your eyes tightly, determined to ignore him and finally fall asleep. You pulled your Hello Kitty blanket all the way up to your nose and turned your back to him once again.

You thought Jake had finally given up...

But then you felt him shift even closer on his mattress. His voice came out low, right behind you — teasing

“No…? That’s too bad…”

He paused, then added in an even huskier whisper

“Because I was just getting started… Mommy.”

But inside, your head was spinning. A messy conflict was twisting in your chest — you were affected by his stupid low voice more than you wanted to admit, and you hated yourself for it. You knew you shouldn’t be reacting like this, especially to Jake of all people.

You muttered under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear

“…I hate you.”

Jake’s smirk slowly turned into a soft, knowing smile. He looked way too pleased with himself

He shifted even closer until there was almost no space between your mattresses. His voice came out even lower, warm and teasing against the dark.

“You hate me?” he whispered, clearly amused. “Then Why are you still listening?”

He paused for a second, letting the rain and thunder fill the silence before he continued in that smooth, husky tone.

“Say it again… but look me in the eyes this time.”

He gently reached over and tugged your blanket down just enough to see your face better.

“Come on… tell me you hate me… Mommy.”

You opened your eyes and looked at him again, trying your best to stay annoyed.

“I do… You heard me,” you whispered sharply. “I hate you.”

Jake’s eyes sparkled with amusement. He didn’t pull back. If anything, your words seemed to encourage him even more. He stayed propped on his side, face only inches away from yours now, his voice dropping into that deep, addictive tone again.

“You hate me…” he repeated slowly, almost like he was savoring it. “Then why are you still facing me? Why haven’t you put your earphones back in?”

He gently tugged your blanket a little lower, his smirk turning softer but still full of mischief.

“Be honest for once,” he whispered, husky and teasing. “You don’t actually hate it when I call you that… do you… Mommy?”

His voice wrapped around the word perfectly — low and slow. The thunder rolled outside as he waited for your reaction, clearly enjoying every second of flustering you.

You let out a frustrated sigh, your face burning in the dark.

“Fuck… fine. Dammit, happy?” you whispered harshly. “Now can we go back to sleep?”

Jake was quiet for a second, clearly surprised you actually admitted it. Then his grin returned, bigger and more satisfied than ever.

“Ohhh… so you do like it,” he whispered, his voice dripping with victory. “Took you long enough to stop lying.”

He scooted his pillow even closer to yours until the two mattresses basically merged. His face was now dangerously close to yours. You could feel his breath brushing against your cheek.

“Honestly? Yeah… I’m pretty damn happy right now,” he said softly, that husky tone creeping back in. “But I don’t think I’m ready to sleep yet… Mommy.”

He said the word slowly and teasingly, watching your reaction like it was his new favorite game.

You glared at him. Jake just chuckled quietly, clearly loving how flustered you were.

“Relax,” he added, still smirking. “I’ll let you sleep… but only if you let me call you that one more time. Deal?”

Jake noticed the shift in your tone. His smirk softened into something more dangerous.

“Woah… you’re really getting obsessed with it, huh?” you muttered, trying to sound casual even though your heart was racing. “Say it one more time before we both drift to sleep.”

But even as you said that, your body was betraying you. A warm, aching heat had settled low in your stomach — the kind that made you want to press your thighs together. You hated how much his teasing was turning you on, and you refused to admit it, even to yourself.

Jake’s eyes darkened with amusement and something else. He moved even closer, his face now inches from yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips.

He stared at you for a second, then leaned in and whispered right against your ear, slow and velvety .

“…Goodnight, Mommy~”

His voice was deeper this time, smoother. He let the word linger, low and intimate, before pulling back just enough to look at your face.

“Better?” he asked softly, his lips curved in a smug but hungry smirk. “Or do you want me to say it again?”

The rain continued pouring hard outside, but the tension between you two felt much louder than the thunder.

You rolled your eyes and whispered, “That’s enough. You already said it a dozen times.”

You finally turned away from him, facing the ceiling this time. Shit… just sleep. Sleep, fuck, you thought, annoyed at yourself. The rain kept pouring heavily outside, thunder rumbling every now and then.

After what felt like forever — maybe an hour or two — Jake’s breathing finally became slow and steady. He was asleep.

You lay there for a few more minutes, staring at the dark ceiling, trying to fight it. But the ache between your legs had only gotten worse. Your body was hot, frustrated, and needy. You hated that Jake had done this to you.

Dammit…

You gave in.

Slowly, you slipped one hand under your Hello Kitty blanket and down into your shorts. Your fingers found your already wet pussy and started rubbing in slow, gentle circles. You closed your eyes, biting your lower lip hard to stay quiet. The sound of heavy rain helped mask your soft breathing.

In your mind, you kept replaying everything.

“…Goodnight, Mommy~”

His low, husky voice echoed in your head. The way he said it so close to your ear. The way he smirked. The way he kept teasing you.

Your fingers moved a little faster. You pressed your thighs together around your hand, hips subtly rocking as you touched yourself. Small, quiet breaths escaped through your nose while your other hand gripped the blanket tightly.

You were so turned on it was embarrassing.

A tiny, desperate whimper slipped out before you could stop it.

That’s when Jake stirred.

His eyes slowly opened. At first he was still half-asleep, confused by the movement beside him… until he heard the shaky little breaths and noticed the way your blanket was shifting rhythmically. His gaze sharpened instantly.

Jake turned his head toward you. For a few seconds he just watched in silence, realizing exactly what you were doing. A slow, wicked smirk spread across his face.

He stayed quiet at first, letting you edge closer… then he leaned in, voice low and rough from sleep, but still dripping with that teasing tone.

“…Need help, Mommy?”

You froze for a split second, but your fingers didn’t stop completely. Jake’s eyes darkened as he watched your face, clearly enjoying how flushed and needy you looked.

He shifted even closer, his breath brushing your ear as he whispered.

“Don’t stop on my account… I wanna watch you cum.”

You quickly shook your head, voice shaky and defensive.

“No… I wasn’t,” you whispered, barely able to look him in the eyes.

Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing a single word. His smirk grew as he leaned in even closer, his face hovering right above yours.

“You weren’t?” he repeated softly, voice low and teasing. “So you weren’t just fingering yourself under that cute little Hello Kitty blanket while thinking about me calling you Mommy?”

He let out a quiet, amused chuckle, his eyes scanning your flushed face.

“You’re a terrible liar,” he murmured. “Your legs are still pressed together… and you’re breathing like you just ran a mile."

Jake gently tugged the edge of your blanket down a little, exposing your chest and shoulders. His gaze darkened.

“Be honest,” he whispered, his tone turning huskier. “You were right there, weren’t you? So close you could almost taste it…”

He paused, letting the heavy rain fill the silence before adding.

“I can finish what you started… if you want. No one has to know.”

His fingers lightly brushed over your arm, waiting for your reaction.

You quickly pulled your hand out of your shorts and casually moved it to your side, adjusting the Hello Kitty blanket like nothing had happened. Your heart was hammering so hard you were sure he could hear it.

“I-I wasn’t,” you stammered, voice shaky and unconvincing. “I’m trying to sleep, Jake.”

Jake’s low chuckle vibrated against your ear. He didn’t pull back even an inch. Instead, he leaned in closer, his chest now lightly pressing against your arm as the rain continued its heavy rhythm outside.

“Trying to sleep?” he whispered, voice thick with amusement and something darker. “With your hand buried in your pussy two seconds ago? Yeah… sure.”

He tugged your blanket down a little further, his fingers brushing over your stomach through the fabric. His eyes locked onto yours, gleaming every time lightning lit up the room.

“You’re soaked, aren’t you?” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “I can smell how turned on you are… Mommy.”

You shivered hard at the word, thighs pressing together instinctively. Jake noticed immediately and let out a soft, satisfied hum.

“Look at you. Still denying it while your body’s begging.” His hand slowly slid from your arm down to your hip, resting there with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. “You were so close, too. That little whimper you let out was fucking cute.”

He shifted until his body was half over yours, supporting himself on one elbow while his free hand gently but firmly caught your wrist — the same one that had been between your legs. He brought it up slowly, his breath hot against your skin.

“Still wet on your fingers…” he whispered huskily, eyes dark. “Don’t lie to me again.”

You tried to yank your hand back, but he held it gently, not letting you escape. His face hovered just above yours, lips inches away.

“I wasn’t—” you started again, but the words died when he leaned down and spoke right against your mouth, slow and velvety.

“Yes, you were… fingering yourself while thinking about me calling you Mommy.” His voice dropped even lower. “Bet you were imagining my tongue instead of your fingers. Or maybe my cock.”

Thunder rumbled loudly as he stared at you, waiting, that wicked smirk never leaving his face.

“So what’s it gonna be?” he whispered “Keep pretending you’re ‘trying to sleep’… or let me help you cum like you need to, Mommy?”

His fingers traced lazy circles on your hip, slipping just under the edge of your shorts. waiting for you.

You closed your eyes tightly for a second, your mind racing. Shit… anyway… fuck it.

“Fine…” you whispered, barely audible over the heavy rain. “Just don’t tell anyone about this… or else I’ll kill you.”

Even though the whole squad was sleeping around you on the floor mattresses, the risk made your stomach twist with a mix of shame and filthy excitement.

Jake’s smirk widened into a hungry grin. He let out a low, satisfied chuckle right against your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“Oh? Threatening me while you’re dripping for it?” he whispered, voice thick with amusement. “That’s hot, Mommy.”

He didn’t waste a second. His hand slid boldly under your Hello Kitty blanket and straight into your shorts, fingers finding your soaked pussy without hesitation. He groaned softly when he felt how wet you were.

“Fuck… you really are soaked,” he murmured, voice dropping into that deep, teasing tone you hated how much you loved. “All this from me calling you Mommy? Naughty girl…”

His fingers started rubbing slow, firm circles on your swollen clit, occasionally dipping down to tease your entrance. He pressed his body closer, his lips brushing your neck as thunder rolled outside.

“Don’t worry,” he breathed, slipping one finger inside you, curling it just right. “I won’t tell anyone… as long as you stay quiet for me. Can you do that, Mommy?"

He added a second finger, pumping them slowly while his thumb kept working your clit. His face hovered inches from yours.

“Eyes on me,” he whispered huskily when you tried to turn away. “I want to see your face when you cum on my fingers… Good girl~”

His free hand gently gripped your jaw, keeping you facing him as he picked up the pace, fingers moving deeper and faster inside your tight, wet heat.

“Say it again,” he demanded softly, lips brushing yours. “Tell me you want this… Mommy.”You whimpered softly, “Yes… fuck…” while your fingers twisted tightly into his shirt, gripping the fabric like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. “Jake…”

The words barely left your lips before Jake’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. He let out a low, shaky breath against your mouth, clearly loving the way you finally broke.

“That’s it… good girl,” he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He pushed his fingers deeper inside you, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot while his thumb rubbed tight, fast circles on your swollen clit.

Thunder crashed outside as he pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds of your pussy barely masked by the heavy rain. His body pressed closer, half on top of you now under the Hello Kitty blanket, shielding you from anyone who might wake up.

“Say my name again,” he growled softly right against your ear “I wanna hear you moan it while I finger this needy little pussy… Mommy.”

You clenched hard around his fingers, hips rocking desperately into his hand. Jake groaned quietly, his own breathing getting heavier as he watched your face contort with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he murmured, adding a third finger and stretching you open. “Look at you… falling apart just because I’m calling you Mommy. So fucking cute.”

He kissed your neck, sucking lightly on your skin while his fingers fucked you harder, faster, thumb never stopping its relentless pressure on your clit. His free hand slid up under your shirt, groping your chest and pinching your nipple as he whispered hotly.

“You gonna cum for me like this? Right here with everyone sleeping around us?” His voice turned even deeper, teasing. “Cum on my fingers, Mommy… be a good girl and let go.”

He curled his fingers again, hitting that perfect spot over and over while staring straight into your eyes, daring you to fall apart for him.

You nodded eagerly, eyes locked on his, your voice coming out in a desperate little whisper.

“Yes…”

Jake’s smirk melted into a wicked, satisfied grin. His eyes darkened with lust as he watched you finally give in completely.

“Good girl… that’s my Mommy,” he praised in that low, velvety voice that made your pussy clench hard around his fingers.

He crashed his mouth onto yours, kissing you deep and hungry to swallow your moans as he fingered you faster. Three thick fingers pumped in and out of your soaked cunt with lewd, wet sounds. His thumb rubbed your swollen clit in tight, relentless circles while his other hand stayed under your shirt, squeezing and playing with your tits.

You kept gripping his shirt like a lifeline, hips bucking up into his hand shamelessly under the Hello Kitty blanket. Jake broke the kiss just enough to breathe against your lips.

“Fuck, you’re dripping everywhere,” he groaned quietly. “So wet for me… So needy for your annoying friend’s fingers, huh?”

He curled his fingers perfectly against your g-spot again and again, faster, never breaking eye contact.

“Cum for me,” he whispered hotly, lips brushing yours. “Cum all over my fingers like a good little Mommy. I wanna feel you fall apart… right here while everyone’s sleeping.”

Thunder boomed outside as the pressure inside you became unbearable. Jake leaned down, pressing his mouth to your ear, voice deep and commanding.

“Let go, Mommy… Cum.”

Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking as the orgasm crashed over you hard. You buried your face into his neck, biting down on his shirt to muffle the desperate, broken whimpers escaping you while your pussy pulsed and clenched violently around his fingers.

Jake kept fingering you through it, slower, drawing out every wave until you were trembling and breathless under him.

He finally stilled his hand, leaving his fingers buried inside you as he kissed the side of your head, breathing hard.

“Fuck… that was so hot,” he whispered, voice laced with lust. “You came so hard for me… Mommy.”

He gently pulled his fingers out and brought them up to his mouth, licking them clean while staring at you with hungry eyes.

Still panting, you tried to catch your breath as the rain continued pouring heavily outside.

Jake smirked, pressing a soft but teasing kiss to your lips.

“…We’re not done yet,” he whispered. “Not even close.”

You slid your shorts further to the side with shaky fingers, shoving the fabric roughly aside until your soaked, still-throbbing pussy was completely exposed under the Hello Kitty blanket.

Jake’s eyes dropped down instantly, darkening with raw hunger as he watched you open yourself up for him.

“Fuck…” he breathed, voice low and rough. “Look at you. Such a needy Mommy.”

He didn’t hesitate. In one smooth motion, he pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his hard cock, already leaking and throbbing. He pressed the thick head against your slick folds, rubbing it up and down teasingly, coating himself in your wetness.

“You sure about this?” he whispered against your lips, even as his hips slowly pushed forward, the tip nudging at your entrance. “Everyone’s sleeping right next to us… and you’re still gonna let me fuck you?”

You nodded again, biting your lip hard. Jake let out a quiet, shaky groan and slowly sank into you in one deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

“Shit… so fucking tight,” he hissed through gritted teeth, eyes fluttering for a second.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, his cock twitching inside you. Then he started moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips, grinding against you under the blanket. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your drenched pussy was dangerously loud, but the heavy rain and occasional thunder helped cover it.

Jake gripped your thigh, pulling it higher around his waist as he fucked you a little harder, staring straight into your eyes.

“Quiet, Mommy…” he whispered voice strained with pleasure. “Don’t wake them up while I’m balls deep inside you.”

He leaned down and kissed you messily, swallowing your soft whimpers as he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper each time. His free hand slipped back under your shirt, pinching your nipple while he fucked you harder.

“Feels so good… your pussy’s sucking me in,” he groaned quietly against your mouth. “You like this? Getting fucked by the guy you ‘hate’ while the whole squad is sleeping around us?”

He angled his hips, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust, his breathing ragged.

“Tell me,” he demanded in a husky whisper, lips brushing your ear. “Tell me how much you love my cock… Mommy.”

You whimpered breathlessly, voice trembling as you clutched his shirt tighter.

“I love it, Jake… I love your cock so much…”

The second the words left your mouth, Jake groaned deeply against your neck, his hips snapping forward harder. He buried himself to the hilt inside you, grinding deep as your pussy clenched around him.

“Fuck… say it again,” he rasped, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. “Tell me how much you love my cock while I’m fucking you raw, Mommy.”

He started thrusting faster, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin barely hidden by the pounding rain. His cock stretched you perfectly with every stroke, hitting that sensitive spot over and over. He pulled your thigh higher around his waist, folding you slightly under the blanket so he could drive into you even harder.

“You hate me but you’re creaming all over my dick?” He let out a low, mocking chuckle right against your ear. “What a dirty little liar you are… such a needy Mommy for me.”

Jake kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as he fucked you harder, his hips rolling with a steady, filthy rhythm. Every thrust made your body jolt under him. He kept one hand gripping your hip to hold you in place.

“Listen to how wet you are,” he whispered hotly, lips brushing yours. “Everyone’s sleeping right next to us and your pussy is making such a mess on my cock…”

He angled his hips and slammed in deeper, grinding against your clit with every thrust.

“Gonna cum again for me?” he growled softly, eyes locked on your flushed face. “Cum on the cock you supposedly hate… Be a good girl and milk me, Mommy.”

His pace turned rougher, more desperate, breathing ragged against your skin as thunder cracked loudly outside. He was clearly getting close too, but he kept pounding into you, determined to push you over the edge first.

You moaned softly, unable to hold it back. “Ah… fuck, yes…”

Jake’s eyes flashed with pure lust at the sound. He growled low in his throat and immediately slammed into you harder, burying his cock deep with every thrust.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he panted against your ear. “Moan for me just like that, Mommy… Let me hear how much you love getting fucked.”

He gripped your thigh tighter, spreading you wider under the blanket as he pounded into you with deep, relentless strokes. The wet, filthy sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy grew louder.

Jake buried his face in your neck, sucking and biting lightly as he fucked you faster, grinding his hips against your clit with every thrust.

“You’re taking me so well,” he whispered hotly, breath ragged. “Such a good fucking Mommy… creaming all over my cock while your friends are sleeping right next to us.”

He angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot inside you with every brutal thrust, his pace turning rough and desperate. One hand slipped between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your swollen clit while he railed you.

His thrusts grew harder, faster, the blanket shifting dangerously with every movement as he chased both your pleasure and his own.

“Cum on my cock, Mommy… I wanna feel you squeezing me when you fall apart.”

He kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as he fucked you like he couldn’t get enough, thunder crashing loudly outside in perfect time with his thrusts.

You gasped desperately, “I’ll cum, Jake— I’m—!”

You didn’t get to finish the sentence.

Your whole body suddenly tensed hard as the orgasm slammed into you. Your pussy clenched violently around Jake’s cock, pulsing and gushing as waves of intense pleasure ripped through you. You buried your face into his neck, biting down on his shirt to muffle the broken, whimpering moan that tried to escape.

Jake groaned deeply, his hips stuttering for a second as he felt you cum hard around him.

“Fuck— that’s it, Mommy,” he rasped hotly against your ear, voice strained and rough. “Cum on my cock… just like that. Good fucking girl.”

He didn’t stop thrusting. He fucked you through your orgasm, deep and relentless, drawing it out as your walls fluttered and squeezed him tightly. The wet, squelching sounds were filthy under the blanket.

Your thighs shook uncontrollably around his waist as you rode out the high, eyes rolled back, fingers digging hard into his back through his shirt.

Jake kept pounding into you, slower but deeper, grinding against your clit while you trembled beneath him. He kissed the side of your head, breathing heavily.

“Shit… you squeezed me so fucking tight,” he whispered, voice full of lust. “Creaming all over my cock like a needy little Mommy… so fucking hot.”

He finally slowed down but stayed buried deep inside you, his cock twitching and throbbing against your sensitive walls. He pulled back just enough to look at your flushed, satisfied smirk on his lips.

“You came so hard you couldn’t even finish your sentence,” he teased quietly, still rocking his hips lazily into you. “Cute.”

He brushed damp hair from your forehead and leaned down, whispering right against your lips in that low, dangerous tone.

“…We’re still not done. I haven’t cum yet.”

His hips gave a slow, deep thrust, pushing his cock back in as far as it would go.

“Think you can handle another round, Mommy?”

You nodded eagerly, eyes glassy and desperate as you whispered, “Yes…”

Jake’s smirk turned feral. He let out a low, satisfied groan and immediately started moving again, thrusting deep and hard into your still-spasming pussy.

“Fuck… that’s my good Mommy,” he growled softly against your ear, voice thick with lust.

He hooked your leg higher over his hip, folding you more beneath him under the Hello Kitty blanket, and began fucking you with long, powerful strokes. His cock drove into you relentlessly, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder as he chased his own release.

“You’re so fucking greedy,” he panted, lips brushing your neck. “Came so hard on my cock and you still want more? Dirty girl…”

His pace turned rougher, hips snapping against yours as he buried himself to the hilt again and again. The blanket shifted dangerously with every thrust, but neither of you cared anymore. Jake’s breathing was ragged, his grip on your thigh almost bruising as he pounded into you.

“Gonna fill you up,” he whispered hotly, voice breaking with pleasure. “You want that? Want me to cum deep inside this needy pussy, Mommy?”

You could only whimper and nod, clinging to him tighter. Jake buried his face in your neck, sucking on your skin as his thrusts became erratic and desperate.

“Shit— I’m close…” he groaned, voice strained. “Cum with me again. Milk my cock like a good girl.”

He reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit fast and firm, never slowing his brutal pace.

“Fuck— take it, Mommy—!”

With a deep, muffled groan against your neck, Jake buried himself as deep as possible and came hard. His cock pulsed inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy in heavy spurts. He kept grinding into you through his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed deep inside while his fingers pushed you over the edge again.

You came with him, clenching and fluttering around his cock as a second, smaller orgasm hit you.

For a few long moments, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the pouring rain. Jake stayed buried inside you, twitching with aftershocks, his body pressed flush against yours.

He finally lifted his head, looking down at your flushed face with a lazy, satisfied smirk.

“…Still hate me?” he whispered teasingly, voice hoarse. He gave one slow, lazy thrust, pushing his cum deeper into you.

“Or do you need me to call you Mommy again while I fuck another load into you?”

You blinked up at him, still panting and dazed, and whispered shakily,

“W-what… another round?”

Jake let out a low, amused chuckle right against your lips. His cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching and slowly hardening again as he gave one lazy, deep roll of his hips, pushing his cum even deeper.

“Aww, what’s wrong, Mommy?” he teased, voice husky and dripping with mischief. “You thought we were done after I filled you up once?”

He smirked, eyes dark and hungry as he stared down at your flushed face. His hand slid down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him so you could feel him growing fully hard again inside your cum-filled pussy.

“You squeezed me so fucking good when you came… got me ready for round two already,” he whispered, starting to move in slow, filthy strokes. The wet, squelching sound of his cock stirring his own cum inside you was obscenely loud under the blanket.

He leaned down and nipped at your bottom lip.

“Don’t act surprised now. You nodded so eagerly when I asked if you could handle another round.” His thrusts grew a little deeper, more deliberate. “Or did my needy little Mommy already forget?”

Thunder rumbled outside as Jake picked up the pace, fucking you with long, steady strokes again. He kept his voice low, right against your ear.

“Everyone’s still sleeping… and your pussy is still sucking me in like it doesn’t want me to leave.”

He kissed you messily, then pulled back just enough to grin at you.

“So what do you say?” Another deep thrust. “You want me to stop… or should I fuck you stupid until the rain stops?”

His hand slipped between your bodies again, rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit while he waited for your answer, eyes gleaming with challenge.

You whispered breathlessly, voice shaky and needy.

“Yes… please…”

Jake’s eyes darkened instantly, a wicked, satisfied grin spreading across his face.

“Fuck, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled softly against your lips.

Without another word, he gripped your thigh, pulled it higher around his waist, and started fucking you again — The filthy sound of his cock sliding through your cum-filled pussy echoed quietly under the blanket with every thrust.

He gradually picked up speed, thrusting harder, his hips snapping against yours as he drove his cock deeper into your messy, dripping cunt. The wet squelching noises were louder now.

Jake buried his face in your neck, biting and sucking on your skin while he fucked you with long, powerful strokes.

“You feel that?” he groaned quietly. “My cum is still inside you… and I’m about to add more.”

He reached between your bodies, rubbing your sensitive clit in tight circles as he railed you harder. The blanket was barely covering the two of you anymore, but neither of you cared.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded in that low, husky voice. “I want to watch your face while I fuck you stupid, Mommy.”

His thrusts turned rougher, faster, the mattress beneath you creaking faintly with every movement. He kept one hand gripping your hip to hold you in place while the other played with your clit, pushing you closer to the edge again.

“Tell me how it feels,” he panted against your mouth, voice strained with pleasure. “Tell me how good it feels getting fucked full of my cum… like the dirty little Mommy you are.”

He kissed you hard, swallowing your moans as he pounded into you relentlessly, clearly determined to make you cum again before he filled you for the second time.

You whimpered desperately against his ear, voice trembling with need.

“I love it… Jake please don’t stop… cum inside me again please…”

He groaned deeply, his hips slamming into you harder, burying his cock to the hilt with every brutal thrust.

“Fuck— you’re so filthy, Mommy,” he rasped, voice rough and shaking with lust. “Begging me to fill you up again while your friends are sleeping right next to us?”

He gripped both of your thighs, spreading you wider as he fucked you faster. The wet, messy sounds of his cock pounding into your cum-filled pussy were completely obscene now, but the heavy rain and loud thunder outside swallowed them.

Jake’s face hovered right above yours, eyes locked on your flushed, needy expression as he railed you.

He kissed you hard, tongue invading your mouth as his hips snapped against yours relentlessly. The blanket had slipped down to your waists, but neither of you cared anymore. His cock throbbed and twitched inside you, stretching your soaked walls with every deep stroke.

“I’m gonna give it to you,” he panted against your lips, voice breaking. “Gonna pump you so full… gonna breed this needy pussy until it’s overflowing.”

He reached down and rubbed your clit fast and rough, never slowing his brutal pace. His thrusts became erratic, desperate, the sound of skin slapping skin growing louder as he chased his second orgasm.

“Cum with me,” he demanded huskily, eyes burning into yours. “Cum on my cock while I fill you up again… Be a good Mommy and take every drop.”

His hips stuttered, slamming deep one last time as he buried his face in your neck.

“Fuck— I’m cumming—!”

Jake groaned loudly into your skin as he came hard, thick ropes of hot cum shooting deep inside you again. He kept thrusting through it, grinding his cock as deep as possible while pumping you full, his body trembling on top of yours.

The feeling pushed you over the edge too. Your pussy clenched violently around him, milking every last drop as another powerful orgasm ripped through you.

For a long moment, Jake stayed buried deep inside you, breathing hard against your neck while the rain continued pouring outside.

He finally lifted his head, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face as he looked down at you — flushed, messy, and leaking his cum.

“…Still hate me?” he whispered teasingly, giving one slow, lazy thrust to push his cum even deeper. “Or do you want round three already, Mommy?”

You nodded eagerly, cheeks burning.

“Lay down please…” you whispered, voice barely audible over the rain.

Jake raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised but very pleased. A slow, hungry smirk spread across his face as he rolled onto his back on his mattress, pulling you with him under the Hello Kitty blanket.

“As you wish… Mommy,” he murmured teasingly, eyes locked on yours.

The second he was flat on his back, you moved. You swung one leg over and climbed on top of him, first sitting directly on his chest. Your soaked, cum-filled pussy pressed against his warm skin as you looked down at him. Jake’s hands instantly gripped your thighs, squeezing hard while he stared up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes.

“Fuck… look at you,” he breathed, voice low and rough. “Using me like your personal toy now?”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you shifted back, sliding your hips down until his hard cock was trapped between your folds. You reached down, lined him up with your dripping entrance, and slowly sank onto him in one smooth motion.

A soft, shaky moan escaped your lips as his thick cock stretched you open again, pushing his previous loads even deeper inside you.

Jake groaned quietly, head tilting back as he felt your tight, messy heat swallow him whole.

“Shit— Mommy…” he hissed through gritted teeth, fingers digging into your hips.

You braced your hands on his chest and started riding him. Slow and deep at first, then gradually faster, rolling your hips in a steady rhythm. The wet, filthy sound of your cum-mixed pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the small space under the blanket with every bounce.

Jake’s hands roamed up your body, sliding under your shirt to grope your tits as you rode him. His eyes never left your face, watching every expression of pleasure with pure hunger.

“That’s it… ride me just like that,” he whispered hoarsely, voice breaking every time you slammed down on him. “Use my cock. Fuck… you’re so full of my cum and you’re still so greedy.”

Thunder cracked loudly outside as you picked up the pace, bouncing on him harder. Your thighs trembled with effort, but you didn’t stop. The blanket had completely fallen off your back now, but the dark room and pouring rain kept you hidden.

Jake suddenly sat up halfway, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other gripped your ass, helping you ride him even deeper. His face was inches from yours as he whispered against your lips

“Keep going, Mommy… Ride me until you cum again. I want to feel this pussy milk me one more time.”

He thrust up to meet your movements, driving his cock even deeper inside you with every bounce, his breathing ragged and desperate.

You placed both hands firmly on his shoulders for leverage, leaning down as you continued riding him. Your lips crashed against his in a messy, desperate kiss, moaning softly into his mouth with every roll and bounce of your hips.

“Mmm— fuck…” you whimpered against his lips, the sound muffled by the kiss as you kept moving.

Jake groaned deeply into your mouth, his hands gripping your ass tightly, helping you slam down harder on his cock. The wet, lewd sounds of your cum-filled pussy bouncing on him grew louder under the blanket with every movement.

He kissed you back hungrily, tongue sliding against yours as you rode him faster, your moans spilling into his mouth with every deep bounce.

“Shit— Mommy,” he panted against your lips when you pulled back for air, voice rough and broken. “You’re riding me so fucking good…”

You kept one hand braced on his shoulder while the other tangled into his hair, pulling slightly as you rolled your hips in filthy circles, taking him impossibly deep. Your moans were getting harder to control — soft, breathy, and needy — each one vibrating against his mouth every time you sank down on his thick cock.

Jake’s eyes were half-lidded, staring up at you with pure lust as you fucked yourself on him. He thrust up to meet you, driving himself even deeper while his hands squeezed your ass, spreading you wider.

“Don’t stop moaning for me,” he whispered hotly, nipping at your bottom lip. “Let me hear how much you love this cock… even if you have to kiss me to stay quiet.”

You kissed him again, harder this time, moaning shamelessly into his mouth as you rode him faster, the obscene sound of your soaked pussy and his previous loads squelching with every bounce. Thunder roared outside, perfectly masking your desperate little sounds.

Jake’s grip on your hips tightened, guiding you to bounce harder as he groaned against your lips.

“That’s it… good fucking girl. Ride me just like that, Mommy.”

You rode him harder, hands gripping his shoulders tightly as your moans grew louder and more desperate into his mouth. Your whole body started trembling uncontrollably.

"Jake—!” you whimpered against his lips as another powerful orgasm crashed over you. Your pussy clenched hard around his cock, pulsing and gushing as you came hard, thighs shaking violently on either side of him.

Jake groaned loudly into your kiss, his hips bucking up sharply as he followed right behind you. He buried himself deep and came hard for the third time, flooding your already full pussy with fresh, hot cum. His cock throbbed strongly inside you as he held your hips down, grinding up to push every drop as deep as possible.

Both of you panted heavily, bodies slick with sweat under the blanket, still connected as the rain continued pouring outside.

You slowly opened your eyes, still tucked under your Hello Kitty blanket. Soft morning light filtered into the room. Your earphones were still in, one of them fallen out during the night, and your phone was lying beside your pillow, battery almost dead.

You blinked a few times, feeling… completely normal.

No soreness between your thighs. No sticky mess. No ache. Your clothes were still perfectly on, just a little rumpled from sleep. The heavy rain had stopped, replaced by quiet morning birdsong outside.

…It was all just a dream.

Your face instantly burned with embarrassment as memories of the dream flooded back — Jake’s voice calling you Mommy, his fingers, his cock, riding him while everyone slept… You pressed your face into your pillow, mortified.

You actually fell asleep right after he whispered that last “Goodnight, Mommy~”. The teasing must have gotten so deep into your head that your brain ran wild the entire night.

Around you, the squad was already awake. Some were folding blankets, others were sitting around drinking coffee and eating bread someone had brought out for breakfast. Jake was wide awake too — sitting up on his mattress, hair messy, sipping from a mug while talking to one of the guys.

He noticed you stirring and turned his head toward you.

A slow, mischievous smirk spread across his face the moment your eyes met. He raised an eyebrow, looking far too amused.

“Morning,” he said casually, but his tone had that same teasing lilt from last night. “Sleep well… Mommy?”

Your heart dropped.

He took another sip of coffee, eyes sparkling with pure evil as he watched your face.

You quickly pulled the blanket over your head, pretending you were still sleepy while internally screaming.

He doesn’t actually know… right? It was just a dream. It had to be just a dream.

the garden wedding was breathtaking. Nestled in a secluded grassland, two massive vine-covered trees stood like natural arches, their leaves intertwined above the aisle. Colorful wildflowers bloomed abundantly along the sides, swaying gently in the breeze under the soft golden sunlight. Birds chirped in the distance, completing the dreamy atmosphere.

You wore a simple white milkmaid-style mini dress that flattered your figure, the soft fabric fluttering around your thighs as you moved. You had come with your college friends, Soojin and Mika, and after the ceremony ended, the three of you settled at a round table near the reception area.

While they chatted, you quietly ate a slice of wedding cake. The delicate sponge and sweet frosting melted on your tongue, but your mind wandered somewhere else.

This could’ve been ours, you thought, a quiet ache settling in your chest. This was exactly the kind of wedding you had always dreamed of—romantic, colorful, bathed in natural light, surrounded by flowers and nature. For a moment, you let yourself imagine it… until your eyes lifted and your stomach dropped.

Just a few meters away, standing beside the elegant champagne tower and talking to another guest, was Heeseung.

Your ex-boyfriend.

Of course he was here. You shared the same friend circle since college. You quickly looked down at your plate, heart racing. He didn’t see me, you told yourself. He’s too busy talking.

You and Heeseung had been together for nearly seven years—since high school. He was your first love, your first kiss, your first everything. And you had been the same for him. But by fourth year of college, everything changed. The fights became more frequent, pride got in the way, and misunderstandings piled up. You were both exhausted. the feelings began to fade. In the end, you both agreed to end it. A mutual breakup. Or so you thought.

Now, seeing him again after years, your breath caught. God, he looked even better than before. His hair was dyed a soft light ash-blonde, perfectly styled. Those almond-shaped eyes and gently shaped lips still had the power to make your heart stutter. He had grown more handsome, more mature.

You remembered the promises you once made to each other—how you’d get married one day in a wedding just like this. Now those promises lay broken between you.

Finishing your cake, you stood up. “I’m going to grab some strawberries,” you told Soojin and Mika, excusing yourself with a small smile.

At the fruit station, you were carefully picking fresh strawberries when someone stepped beside you. You recognized the hand immediately—long fingers and familiar silver ring.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” a low, smooth voice said. “Long time no see.”

You glanced up. Heeseung stood there, close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne.

“Nice to see you too, Heeseung,” you replied politely, keeping your tone neutral. Before he could say anything more, you grabbed a few strawberries and walked away, leaving him standing there.

Time passed, and the celebration continued. You didn’t want to ruin the happy mood by telling your friends you were leaving early, so you quietly placed your gift on the table and slipped away.

You pulled out your phone, already searching for an Uber. This place was far from the city, and it would probably take a while to—

Footsteps followed behind you.

“Leaving so soon, Y/N?”

You didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.

Heeseung caught up, his black sedan parked just across the road.

“Need a ride?” he asked.

You kept your eyes on your phone. “No thanks. I’ll just get an Uber.”

He stepped a little closer. “It’s still early. You’ll miss the fun.” His voice dropped slightly. “Or is it because of me? You can’t stand being around me?”

You finally turned to face him, your tone sharp. “No. It’s not about that.”

“Then there shouldn’t be a problem if I give you a ride,” he said, turning on his heel and walking toward his car without waiting for an answer.

You stared at his back, then at your phone. With a quiet sigh, you muttered, “Fine,” and followed him.

Heeseung opened the passenger door for you. You slid in, immediately noticing how good his car still smelled—clean, with a hint of his signature scent. You buckled your seatbelt as he settled into the driver’s seat.

The engine purred to life. For the first few minutes, the silence was loud.

Finally, you spoke. “Just drop me off at my apartment.”

Heeseung glanced at you briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “I thought we were on good terms, Y/N. Why does it feel like you hate me?”

You furrowed your brows, feeling defensive for reasons you couldn’t fully explain. “Just keep driving. There’s no need for small talk.”

A smirk tugged at his lips. “Still got that attitude, huh? Remember when—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off sharply. “Don’t start, Heeseung.”

Heeseung glanced at your figure, his eyes tracing the line of your white dress for a brief moment before returning to the road.

“You left so early,” he said, voice calm. “You didn’t even tell your friends you were sneaking out.”

You kept your gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at him. The passing scenery blurred outside the window as you replied coldly, “Why would it matter? It’s personal. And you don’t deserve an explanation.”

Heeseung let out a quiet breath, his fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “Personal…” he repeated, almost to himself. A bitter chuckle escaped him. “We used to tell each other everything. Now I’m not even worth a simple reason?”

You clenched your jaw, irritation. “We’re not together anymore, Heeseung. You lost the right to know what I’m thinking the day we broke up.”

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, the smirk from earlier completely gone. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle.

“I never said I stopped caring, Y/N.”

you felt your chest tighten. Turning your head sharply toward him, you snapped,

“And why do you still care?”

Heeseung’s jaw flexed as he kept his eyes on the road. For a moment, he didn’t answer.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and steady.

“Because I spent seven years loving you, Y/N. That kind of thing doesn’t just disappear overnight… no matter how much we both tried to pretend it did.”

You hated how calm he sounded. How sincere. It made the walls you’d built feel dangerously fragile.

You looked away again, staring at the trees blurring past the window. “Well, you should learn to. We both moved on, didn’t we?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended. “It’s been years. There’s no point in pretending like we still mean something to each other.”

Heeseung let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Is that what you tell yourself when you look at me?” He glanced at you briefly, his light ash-blonde hair catching the sunlight. “Because the way you ran from me at the wedding says otherwise.”

You stayed quiet.

You kept your eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Your fingers tightened in your lap, nails digging into your palms as you fought the storm of emotions rising in your chest.

Heeseung glanced at you again, his almond-shaped eyes softening just a fraction. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the car, catching on his light ash-blonde hair and making him look unfairly handsome.

“Y/N…” he said gently, his voice lower now. “You don’t have to keep running from me. We’re both adults. We ended things cleanly, didn’t we?”

Still, you said nothing. The truth was, sitting this close to him — breathing in the familiar scent of his car, hearing that same calm voice — was stirring up memories you’d tried so hard to bury. The seven years. The promises. The way he used to hold you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Heeseung sighed softly. “If you really hate me that much, just say it. At least give me that.”

You stayed quiet for a few more seconds, then finally spoke, your voice softer but still guarded.

“I didn’t say I hated you.”

Heeseung’s grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly. He glanced at you again, his light ash-blonde hair falling gently over his forehead. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, bittersweet smile.

“Then what is it?” he asked quietly. “Because you’re acting like you can’t wait to get away from me. You could barely look at me back at the wedding, and now you’re sitting here like I’m a stranger.”

You turned your head toward him this time, meeting his almond-shaped eyes for the first time since getting in the car. Your heart betrayed you with a familiar flutter.

“It’s not hate,” you admitted, your tone quieter. “It’s just… complicated. Seeing you again after all this time… it brings back everything. And I wasn’t prepared for that today.”

Heeseung nodded slowly, his expression turning more serious. The car hummed along the quiet road as he processed your words.

“Complicated,” he repeated, almost under his breath. “Yeah… I get that.”

After a pause, he added gently, “I wasn’t prepared either, you know. The moment I saw you in that white dress… it hit me harder than I expected.”

You took a shaky breath, finally letting some of the truth slip out.

“Sorry… Heeseung,” you said quietly, your voice cracking just a little. “I moved on. Or at least… I thought I did. But I don’t know. I just don’t have the guts to look at you right now. I—”

Your words trailed off. You hated how vulnerable you sounded, but sitting this close to him made it impossible to keep pretending.

Heeseung stayed silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the road. Then he spoke, his tone low and gentle.

“You don’t have to explain yourself if it’s that hard,” he said. “But… I’m right here, Y/N. You can talk to me.”

He glanced at you briefly, his almond eyes catching yours for a second before returning to the road. “I know we ended things, but seeing you today… it reminded me how much of you I still remember. How much I still notice.”

The air in the car felt thicker now. Your heart was beating too fast, memories of your seven years together flooding back — the good ones, the painful ones, and everything in between.

You swallowed hard, fingers twisting in the fabric of your white dress.

You swallowed hard, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of your white dress.

“But… you’ve moved on, right?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

The question slipped out before you could stop it. You regretted it instantly, but it was too late. The words hung in the quiet space between you, heavy with unspoken fear.

Heeseung didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened, and he kept his gaze fixed on the road for a long moment. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence. Finally, he let out a slow breath.

“Moved on?” he repeated, almost like he was tasting the words. He glanced at you, his eyes meeting yours directly this time. “I tried to. I really did.”

He paused, his hair catching the fading sunlight as the car moved forward.

“But seeing you today… in that dress, standing there like you did back then…” He shook his head slightly. “It made me realize I haven’t moved on as much as I thought I had.”

Your heart stuttered at his honest admission. The air in the car suddenly felt warmer, heavier. You looked down at your lap, unsure how to respond.

Heeseung’s voice softened even more. “Does that scare you?”

You stared at him for a long moment, your heart pounding heavily in your chest. His profile looked even more striking up close — the sharp jawline, the soft light ash-blonde hair, those familiar almond eyes. Then you quickly looked away, staring straight ahead at the road.

“It’s crazy…” you whispered, voice trembling slightly, “but I still think about you. About what we could have had.”

The confession felt heavy as it left your lips. You immediately regretted how vulnerable it sounded, but you couldn’t take it back now. The car grew even quieter, the weight of your words settling between you like a confession.

Heeseung’s hands tightened on the steering wheel again. He exhaled slowly, almost shakily.

“Y/N…” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. “You can’t say things like that while I’m driving.”

He glanced at you, his gaze intense. “Because if you keep talking like this, I’m going to pull over and do something we might both regret.”

Your breath caught at his words, memories of his touch, his kiss, and the way he used to look at you flooding your mind all at once.

Heeseung swallowed hard before continuing, quieter this time. “I think about it too. Every damn day. That wedding we promised each other… the life we planned. I never stopped wondering what would’ve happened if we fought harder for us.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

“Well… I wish we did,” you said softly, voice thick with regret. “But we were so fucking immature back then.”

Heeseung let out a quiet, pained laugh — the kind that carried years of unsaid feelings.

“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding slowly. “We really were. Too proud to admit when we were wrong. Too stubborn to listen. Every fight felt like the end of the world instead of something we could fix.”

He paused for a moment, glancing at you with those almond eyes that still made your stomach flutter.

“But we were just kids, Y/N. Seven years together and we still didn’t know how to love each other properly.” His voice dropped lower. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less now, though.”

You could feel the weight of all those lost years pressing down on both of you. The golden sunlight was slowly turning orange as evening approached, casting a warm glow across his face.

You bit your lip, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him.

“I miss what we had,” you whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear. “Not just the good parts… but the feeling of belonging to someone like that.”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched. His hand moved from the steering wheel and hovered for a second, as if he wanted to reach for yours, but he stopped himself.

“Y/N…” he said, voice rough. “If you keep saying things like that… I really am going to pull this car over.”

Your heart was racing. The tension between you had become almost unbearable. You turned to look at him fully, your breath shaky.

“Heeseung…” you said, voice low but clear. “Pull over.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened slightly. For a split second, he looked at you like he wasn’t sure he heard you right. Then something shifted in his expression — a mix of surprise, desire, and hesitation.

Without a word, he slowed the car down and steered it off the main road onto a quiet, tree-lined shoulder. The tires crunched over gravel as the car came to a gentle stop. He put it in park and turned off the engine.

Heeseung turned to face you, his hair slightly messy now, eyes dark with intensity. His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes.

“Are you sure?” he asked, voice husky and low. “Because if I touch you right now… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”

You could feel the heat rising between you, the air thick with years of unresolved feelings.

“Yes,” you whispered, breath trembling. “I’m sure, Heeseung.”

the moment the words left your mouth, something in him snapped.

Heeseung reached over, one hand sliding behind your neck as he pulled you toward him. His lips crashed into yours with a hunger that had been building for years. The kiss was desperate, deep, and full of everything you both had tried to bury — regret, longing, and raw desire.

You moaned softly against his mouth as his other hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer. The seatbelt buckle dug into your side, but neither of you cared. He tasted exactly how you remembered, only better.

Heeseung pulled back, breathing heavily.

His fingers traced the neckline of your white milkmaid dress, brushing against your skin and sending shivers down your spine. He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring every second as his hand slipped lower, resting on your bare thigh just beneath the hem of your dress.

The car windows were already starting to fog up.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against your lips, even as his hand slowly moved higher, “and I will.”

But you didn’t want him to stop.

His hand was sliding higher up your thigh when you reached down and unbuckled your seatbelt with a soft click.

“Heeseung…” you breathed against his lips, voice shaky with need. “We should…”

You didn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t need to.

Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and heavy with desire. His hair was slightly tousled, lips swollen from the kiss. For a second, you saw a flicker of hesitation in his expression — like he was waiting for you to say stop.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you shifted closer, climbing over the center console and straddling his lap. The hem of your white milkmaid dress rode up your thighs as you settled on him. Heeseung let out a low groan, his hands immediately gripping your waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “You’re really doing this.”

He kissed you again, harder this time, one hand sliding up your back while the other slipped under your dress, caressing the bare skin of your thigh. The car felt too small, too hot, filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and quiet whimpers.

Heeseung broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive spot he still remembered so well.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he whispered against your skin, his breath hot. “Say it clearly.”

His fingers teased the edge of your panties, waiting for your answer.

You cupped his face with both hands, looking straight into his eyes as you straddled him. Your voice came out soft, breathless, and honest.

“I want you, Heeseung… Just like it always was.” You swallowed hard, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I miss you.”

Something raw flashed across his face. Heeseung let out a shaky exhale, like your words had undone the last bit of his control.

“God, Y/N…” he groaned before kissing you deeply, almost desperately. His hands slid under your dress, gripping your ass and pulling you harder against him. You could already feel how much he wanted you, the bulge in his pants pressing against your core.

He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking and biting gently as his fingers tugged at the straps of your milkmaid dress, pulling them down your shoulders. The fabric slipped lower, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.

“I missed you too,” he murmured against your collarbone, voice thick with emotion and lust. “Every fucking night. I tried to forget… but I never could.”

One of his hands moved between your bodies, slipping under your dress and pushing your panties aside. His fingers teased you slowly, making you gasp and roll your hips against his hand.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he breathed, sounding almost reverent. “Still so responsive… just like I remember.”

Heeseung kissed you again, swallowing your soft moans as his fingers moved with practiced ease, knowing exactly how to touch you after all these years.

His fingers moved perfectly against you, drawing soft gasps from your lips. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed.

“Heeseung…” you moaned breathlessly.

The name slipped out naturally, but it triggered a flood of memories. You remembered the silly little nickname you used to call him all the time — Bambi. Because of his big, pretty eyes and how innocent they looked even when he was doing the most sinful things to you.

A small, broken laugh escaped you as you whispered against his skin, “Bambi…”

Heeseung froze for half a second, then let out a low, husky chuckle that vibrated against your chest.

“Fuck… you haven’t called me that in years,” he muttered, voice rough with both amusement and arousal. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hair messy, eyes dark and gleaming. “You really know how to mess with my head, huh?”

He kissed you hard, almost punishingly, as if the old nickname had ignited something deeper in him. His fingers moved faster between your legs while his other hand squeezed your hip, guiding you to grind against him.

“Say it again,” he demanded softly against your lips, nipping at them. “Call me that while I make you feel good.”

“Bambi…”

Then you tilted your head and pressed your mouth to his neck, sucking gently on his skin. Heeseung let out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling back against the seat. His fingers tightened almost painfully on your hips.

“Shit… Y/N,” he rasped, voice hoarse with pleasure. Your lips and tongue on his neck were driving him crazy — especially hearing that old nickname again after so long.

You sucked harder, leaving a small mark just below his jaw, and Heeseung’s hips bucked up against you instinctively. His hand slipped back between your thighs, fingers moving with more purpose now, sliding through your wetness before pushing one finger inside you.

“Fuck, keep going,” he breathed, his free hand tangling in your hair. “Mark me up, baby… just like you used to.”

You moaned against his neck, grinding down on his hand as he added a second finger, curling them perfectly inside you. The windows of the car were completely fogged up now, the air thick with heat and the sound of your heavy breathing.

Heeseung’s other hand pulled your dress lower, exposing your chest. His mouth immediately found your breast, sucking and licking while his fingers kept their steady.

“Bambi…” you whimpered again, the name spilling out like a habit you never really broke.

You pulled back slightly, cupping his face with both hands. Your thumbs gently brushed over his cheeks as you looked at him with glassy eyes, your body trembling from the way his fingers continued moving inside you.

“I miss you…” you whispered shakily. “I miss your handsome face… I miss your neck… I miss your eyes… I miss your lips… I miss your fingers—”

Your voice broke into a soft moan as Heeseung curled his fingers deeper, hitting that perfect spot. You were trembling uncontrollably on his lap, thighs shaking around him.

Heeseung’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened with intense emotion as he stared at you, completely captivated. He leaned into your touch, pressing his face harder against your palms.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, voice rough and low. “Don’t say things like that while you’re falling apart on my fingers.”

He kissed you fiercely, swallowing your moans as his fingers moved faster. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.

“I missed every single part of you too,” he confessed breathlessly, his free hand sliding up your back. “Your voice… your scent… the way you tremble just like this when I touch you.”

He kissed you again, slower and deeper this time, while his fingers kept their relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

You couldn’t hold back anymore.

Your thighs shook violently around him as pleasure crashed over you. You came hard on his fingers, a broken whimper escaping your lips.

“Bambi—” you cried out softly, burying your face in his neck as your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Your entire body trembled uncontrollably, waves of pleasure rolling through you while he continued moving his fingers slowly, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm.

Heeseung groaned deeply at the feeling of you falling apart on his lap, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against your ear, voice full of satisfaction. “Let go for me… just like that.”

You whimpered again, still shaking as the aftershocks ran through your body. Heeseung gently pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and tasting you without hesitation. His eyes never left yours, dark with lust.

“Still so sweet,” he murmured. “I missed this… I missed making you come undone like this.”

He cupped your flushed face with one hand, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as you tried to catch your breath.

“You okay?” he asked softly, though his hardened length pressing against you told you he was far from done.

You smiled down at him, a mix of mischief and affection playing on your lips. Even while trembling, you felt powerful seeing him like this — flushed, breathing hard, completely affected by you.

You nodded, still breathing heavily, your body buzzing from the aftershocks. Without a word, you helped him adjust in the seat, giving you both more room. Your hands moved eagerly as you tugged his shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned chest and shoulders. Heeseung lifted his hips slightly to help as you unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down just enough.

His hard length sprang free, heavy and flushed. You wrapped your hand around him without hesitation, stroking him slowly from base to tip. Heeseung groaned deeply, his head falling back against the seat.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he breathed, voice strained.

You leaned forward, bracing one hand on his shoulder as you positioned yourself. With a shaky breath, you guided the tip of his cock to your slick folds, teasing it against your entrance. You rubbed him up and down slowly, coating his length with your wetness, making him twitch in your hand.

Heeseung’s fingers dug into your hips, his eyes locked on where your bodies were almost connected.

“You’re such a tease,” he rasped, his light ash-blonde hair messy and his chest rising and falling quickly. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long once I’m inside you.”

You bit your lip, continuing to rub his swollen tip against your sensitive clit and entrance, enjoying the way his breath hitched every time you pressed him a little harder against you.

“You miss this?” you asked softly, still slowly rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds, teasing him without mercy.

Heeseung let out a strained chuckle that quickly turned into a groan as you pressed him harder against your entrance.

“Fuck yes,” he answered, voice rough and honest. “I missed this so much. I missed you like this — on top of me, teasing me, driving me crazy.”

His hands gripped your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin as he fought the urge to thrust up into you. His eyes were dark with lust, locked on your face.

“You’re still such a brat,” he muttered, though his tone was full of fondness. “Smiling at me while you torture me… but two can play that game.”

One of his hands slid up your back and tangled in your hair, pulling you down into a deep, hungry kiss. At the same time, his other hand guided your hips, pressing you down just enough for his tip to slip inside you.

You finally lowered yourself onto him, taking his length inch by inch. A soft, breathy moan escaped your lips as he stretched you.

“Ah…” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming feeling of being filled by him again after so long.

Heeseung’s head fell back against the seat, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he savored the sensation.

“Love…” he breathed, using the old nickname he used to call you. His voice was rough, almost strained. “You’re still so tight… just like I remember. Fuck, I missed you. I missed this.”

He pulled you down further until he was buried completely inside you, both of you letting out shaky breaths. For a moment, neither of you moved — just feeling each other, reconnecting in the most intimate way.

Heeseung looked up at you with dark, half-lidded almond eyes, his light ash-blonde hair messy and his lips parted. He reached up, cupping your face gently with one hand.

“You feel so good, love,” he whispered, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “So fucking perfect.”

You clenched around him involuntarily at his words, drawing another low groan from him. His hands returned to your hips, slowly guiding you as you began to move.

The wet sound of your bodies colliding filled the small space of the car — skin against skin.

Every time you sank down on him, pleasure shot through your body so intensely that your eyes rolled back, lips parting in a silent moan.

You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you rode him harder. The words slipped out before you could stop them, raw and honest.

“I love you, Heeseung…”

Heeseung’s grip on your hips tightened almost painfully. He let out a deep, broken groan, thrusting up to meet your movements. His eyes were locked on your face, dark and overwhelmed with emotion.

“Fuck… don’t say that right now,” he rasped, voice strained. “You’re gonna make me lose it, love.”

Despite his words, he pulled you down harder against him, meeting every roll of your hips with a sharp thrust. One hand slid up your back and tangled in your hair, tugging you down so he could kiss you fiercely.

“I love you too,” he whispered hotly against your lips between kisses. “I never stopped. God, I never fucking stopped.”

The car rocked gently with your movements. Heeseung’s free hand gripped your ass, helping you bounce on him faster as the pleasure between you grew more desperate.

You kept moving on him, hips rolling desperately as the pleasure built higher. The intense feeling of him deep inside you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly — it was all too much.

Breathless and overwhelmed, you buried your face in the crook of his neck and moaned against his skin,

“I missed this…” Your voice trembled with every thrust. “I missed us… but I was so fucking in denial about it.”

Heeseung groaned loudly, wrapping both arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. He thrust up harder into you, the car rocking with the intensity.

“Me too, love,” he rasped, voice rough and emotional. “I was in denial too. Pretending I was fine without you… when all I wanted was this. Was us again.”

He kissed the side of your head, then your cheek, before capturing your lips in a messy, passionate kiss. One hand slid down to grip your ass, guiding you to move faster on him.

“Don’t stop,” he breathed between kisses. “Don’t fucking stop, baby. I need all of you tonight.”

Your bodies moved together more urgently now, the mix of raw lust and long-buried emotions making everything feel ten times more intense.

Your movements grew faster and more desperate, chasing the high together. Heeseung thrust up into you with deep, powerful strokes, his arms wrapped tightly around your body. The tension inside you finally snapped.

You came hard around him, crying out his name as intense pleasure flooded your body. Your walls clenched tightly, pulling him over the edge with you.

Heeseung groaned deeply, burying his face in your neck as he came inside you, hips stuttering while he filled you completely. Both of you trembled, breathing heavily, lost in the overwhelming release.

Afterward, you stayed exactly where you were — still buried deep inside you. You didn’t move. You didn’t want to. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him, your face hidden in the crook of his shoulder.

Heeseung held you just as tightly, one hand gently stroking your back while the other rested on your waist. His heart was still racing against your chest.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment. The only sounds were your slowing breaths. He finally pressed a soft kiss to your temple and whispered against your skin,

“Don’t let go yet… I don’t want you to either.”

You stayed like that — connected, warm, and wrapped around each other — as if letting go would make everything real again.

As if the outside world could wait just a little longer.

You stayed buried around him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, unwilling to break the connection. Minutes passed in warm silence as your breathing slowly returned to normal.

Eventually, you pulled back just enough to finally look at him. Heeseung’s light hair was messy, his forehead slightly damp, and his eyes were softer than you’d seen them in years. Your heart clenched at the sight.

“Heeseung…” you whispered, voice barely audible.

He looked up at you with gentle intensity, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a strand of hair stuck to your flushed skin. The other hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your lower back — classic Heeseung aftercare, the kind you had almost forgotten.

“Yeah, love?” he answered softly, his voice warm.

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling shy despite everything you’d just done. “I can’t believe we did that… in your car.”

A small, tired smile tugged at his lips. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips — slow and tender.

“Neither can I,” he murmured against your mouth. “But I don’t regret it. Not even a little.”

Heeseung carefully helped you shift, though he kept you on his lap, still holding you close. He reached into the backseat for a small pack of tissues and cleaned you up gently, his touch so careful and loving it made your chest ache.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, eyes searching yours. “Not too sore?”

You shook your head, resting your forehead against his. “I’m okay… Just overwhelmed.”

Heeseung wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you against his bare chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your arm as he held you in comfortable silence for a moment.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered. “I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried to move on… no one ever came close to you.”

You swallowed hard, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I was so scared to admit it,” you confessed softly. “I thought if I ignored it long enough, the feelings would go away. But seeing you today… it all came rushing back.”

Heeseung tilted your chin up so you’d look at him again.

“So what now?” he asked, voice gentle but serious. “We can’t pretend this didn’t happen, Y/N.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, still sitting on his lap with him buried inside you. Then a small, shy smile curved your lips as you looked into his eyes.

“Then…” you whispered, smiling softly, “we better bring us back again.”

Heeseung’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and pure relief washing over his face. His hands tightened around your waist as a bright, genuine smile broke across his lips — the kind that made eyes crinkle at the corners.

“Yeah?” he breathed, voice full of quiet hope. “You really mean that?”

You nodded, cupping his face with both hands and resting your forehead against his.

“I mean it,” you said softly. “I don’t want to keep running from this… from you. We were idiots back then, but we’re not the same people anymore. I want us again, Heeseung. If you still do.”

Heeseung let out a shaky laugh, wrapping his arms fully around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. He pressed multiple soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, and finally your lips.

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for years,” he murmured against your mouth. “Of course I still want us. I never stopped wanting you.”

He kissed you slowly, tenderly — nothing like the desperate hunger from earlier. This kiss was full of warmth, and years of missed affection.

After pulling back, he brushed his thumb across your cheek and smiled.

“So… does this mean you’re officially my girl again?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You laughed softly, still flushed and wrapped around him. “Yeah, Bambi. I’m yours again.”

Heeseung’s smile widened. He hugged you closer, burying his face in your neck as he whispered,

You had just finished swimming, and your so-called friends had ditched you without a word. Annoyed but too tired to care, you grabbed your towel and spare clothes, heading straight for the showers.

You glanced at the signs on the two stalls. Both looked like female symbols. Without thinking twice, you pushed open the door and stepped inside. The nameplate on the front had slipped off earlier, revealing the truth this was the men’s bathroom.

It was quiet and empty. You chose the last stall, pulled the curtain shut, and quickly peeled off your wet pink sporty swimwear. The cool air brushed against your bare skin as you set the swimsuit aside. Completely naked now, you turned on the shower, letting the warm water cascade over your body. You ran your fingers through your wet hair, rinsing off the chlorine, when you suddenly realized you had forgotten your soap and shampoo.

Just then, you heard footsteps. Someone had entered the bathroom.

Luckily, you spotted a bottle of school-provided soap and shampoo on the small shelf inside the stall. You turned off the shower, wrapped one arm loosely across your chest, and peeked out from behind the curtain — just enough to show your wet hair and bare shoulders.

“Excuse me, can you please—”

Your voice died in your throat.

It wasn’t a girl.

A tall guy stood there, frozen mid-step, eyes wide as he stared at you. His mouth parted slightly, clearly trying to process the situation. Before either of you could react, the main door creaked open again — more voices echoing as a group of guys walked in.

In a flash, he moved. He rushed forward, slipped into your stall, and pulled the curtain closed behind him. You stumbled back in shock as he gently but firmly pushed you deeper into the stall, his hand landing on your bare waist.

Your eyes widened in recognition.

It was Sunoo — the handsome senior from the engineering department.

He was still fully dry in his casual clothes, standing inches away from your completely naked, dripping body. His warm palm remained pressed against the curve of your waist, steadying you… or maybe steadying himself. His breath was shallow, his dark eyes locked onto yours in stunned silence as the voices of his friends grew louder just outside the thin curtain.

You wanted to argue so badly — to push him away and hiss at him for barging in — but the voices of his friends right outside the thin curtain made you freeze. Any sound could give you both away. So you stayed quiet, heart hammering in your chest, cheeks burning with embarrassment and shock.

Sunoo’s eyes flicked toward the curtain for a split second, then back to you. Without a word, he slid closer, his body pressing lightly against yours as he reached for the shower knob. His clothes brushed against your wet, naked skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He turned the water on, letting the spray hit the wall first before adjusting it so it would sound like someone was actively showering.

The sound of running water filled the stall, masking your quick, shallow breaths.

His friends’ voices echoed loudly now, laughing and talking about practice, completely unaware. One of them even tried the stall next to yours before moving on.

Sunoo kept one hand firmly on your waist, steadying you under the warm spray. Water began soaking into his shirt, making the fabric cling to his chest. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath brushing against your wet hair. His dark eyes met yours again, a mix of apology and panic in them.

He leaned in slightly, lips barely an inch from your ear so only you could hear.

“…Sorry,” he whispered, voice low and slightly hoarse. “Just… stay quiet for a minute. They’ll leave soon.”

His fingers unconsciously tightened on your bare waist as another burst of laughter came from outside. The water continued to cascade over both of you now, drenching him completely while you stood there, heart racing, trapped between the cold tiles and his tall frame.

You were still completely naked.

He was fully clothed — but getting wetter by the second.

And neither of you could move without risking everything.

You hated it.

You hated how his low, husky whisper sent a warm shiver straight through your body. The way his breath brushed your ear made your stomach tighten in a way that had nothing to do with fear. Fuck, you thought, cheeks burning hotter than the shower water. You just nodded quickly, not trusting your voice.

You couldn’t even look at him directly. Every time your eyes tried to meet his, your heart stuttered. Instead, you kept your gaze lowered, staring at the wet fabric clinging to his chest. But curiosity won for a split second — you glanced up.

Fuck… he’s handsome.

Even soaked, Sunoo looked unfairly good. Wet strands of hair stuck to his forehead, water sliding down his sharp jawline. His usual calm, composed senior vibe was cracking under the situation, replaced by flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips. His dark eyes were locked on your face, careful not to let his gaze drift lower, though you could tell he was fighting it.

He noticed your quick glance. For a moment, something shifted in his expression — a flicker of heat mixed with panic.

The voices outside grew louder as his friends joked around, one of them yelling something about waiting for Sunoo. The running water was the only thing keeping your secret safe.

Sunoo’s hand was still on your bare waist, his fingers now lightly pressing into your slick skin as if he didn’t realize he was still holding you. The thin curtain and the sound of the shower were the only barriers between you and total humiliation.

You swallowed hard, painfully aware of how close his body was to yours. Every small movement made his wet clothes brush against your breasts and stomach. The heat between you two was getting harder to ignore.

He leaned in again, voice even lower this time, almost a breath

“…You okay?”

His eyes finally dropped for half a second — just long enough to take in the sight of your naked, dripping body pressed against him — before snapping back up to your face. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

You nodded again, biting your lip.

Neither of you dared to speak after that. The only sounds were the shower running and the heavy beat of your hearts.

You felt like you were losing your mind.

A deep, aching heat had settled low in your stomach, pulsing uncomfortably between your legs. It wasn’t just nervousness anymore. The way Sunoo’s wet body was pressed against yours, his fingers still gripping your bare waist, the sound of his breathing so close to your ear — it was making everything worse. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, but that only made the throbbing sharper.

Shit… not now. Not here.

You hated how your body was betraying you. The warmth spreading through your core, the way your nipples had hardened against his soaked shirt… damn it. You wanted to squirm, to clench your legs tighter, to do something to ease the building pressure, but you couldn’t. Any movement, any sound, and his friends right outside the curtain would hear.

Sunoo was still watching you, his dark eyes searching your face. He must have noticed the way your breathing had changed — quicker, shallower. His grip on your waist tightened slightly, almost like a silent question.

You shook your head very lightly, biting down hard on your lower lip. You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t even shift your weight without the water splashing differently. All you could do was stand there, completely naked and dripping, while unwanted heat kept pooling between your thighs.

Sunoo leaned in closer again, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, barely audible over the running shower

“…Breathe. I’ve got you.”

His voice was lower than before, a little rougher. You didn’t miss how his thumb unconsciously stroked your wet skin, slow and soothing. The front of his soaked pants was now pressed lightly against your hip, and you could feel he was getting hard too.

That realization only made the ache between your legs intensify.

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to fight the wave of heat crashing over you. Your friends had ditched you. You were stuck in the wrong bathroom. And now the unfairly handsome senior engineering student was trapping you against the wall, both of you soaked, while his friends laughed and chatted just a few feet away.

And all you could think about was how badly you needed relief.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

The throbbing between your legs had grown unbearable. Every tiny shift of your body made it worse, and Sunoo’s warm, wet frame pressed so close only intensified the ache. Your heart was racing, your breathing shaky. You had to say something before you lost control.

With the shower still running loudly, you leaned in just enough so your lips nearly touched his ear. Your voice came out as a trembling, barely audible whisper

“…Sunoo… I-I can’t… it feels too much down there.”

The words left your mouth and you immediately regretted how needy they sounded. Your face burned with shame, but the confession was out. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, too embarrassed to look at him.

Sunoo froze against you.

His hand on your waist tightened, fingers digging into your slick skin as he processed what you’d just whispered. You felt his chest rise sharply against yours, his breath hitching. The front of his soaked pants twitched noticeably against your hip — he was definitely harder now.

He pulled back just enough to look at your face, his dark eyes wide with shock and something much hotter. Water streamed down his flushed cheeks as he stared at you, lips parted.

For a few long seconds, he didn’t speak. Then he leaned back in, his wet hair brushing your forehead, and whispered so quietly you barely heard him over the water

“…Fuck. You’re serious?”

His voice was hoarse, strained. His free hand came up to rest on the tile beside your head, caging you in as his body pressed a little closer despite himself. The new angle made his clothed thigh accidentally brush right between your legs, right against your aching core.

You had to bite your lip hard to stop any sound from escaping.

Sunoo’s eyes darkened. He looked like he was fighting every instinct he had.

“Tell me what you need,” he breathed against your ear, voice shaky but gentle. “Quickly… before they hear us.”

His friends were still chatting and laughing outside, completely oblivious, but the tension inside the stall had just skyrocketed.

You wanted to speak so badly.

You wanted to tell him exactly how badly your body was aching, how the throbbing between your legs was driving you crazy, how his thigh pressing against you was making it ten times worse. But fear sealed your throat. Any sound louder than a breath could alert his friends just outside the curtain. So you stayed silent, trembling, eyes glassy with desperation.

Sunoo studied your face for a heartbeat, reading the unspoken plea in your expression. His jaw clenched. Then he gave a tiny nod, understanding.

Without another word, he slowly slid his hand from your waist, down over your hip, and between your thighs. His touch was careful, almost hesitant at first. Two fingers gently parted your folds, finding you slick and swollen with arousal. The moment he brushed against your clit, your knees buckled. You grabbed onto his soaked shirt with both hands, burying your face against his chest to muffle any sound.

He started moving — slow, quiet circles against your most sensitive spot. The warm shower water mixed with your own wetness, making every glide smooth and torturously teasing. His fingers were skilled, pressing just enough to give you relief without making noise.

You bit hard into his shoulder through his wet shirt, eyes squeezed shut as pleasure spiked through you. A tiny, broken whimper almost escaped, but Sunoo quickly pressed his lips to your ear.

“Shhh…” he breathed, barely audible. “I’ve got you. Just breathe.”

His other arm wrapped around your back, holding you steady against him while his fingers continued their secret work — rubbing faster now, then slowing down when your breathing grew too ragged. Every stroke sent sparks up your spine. You were soaking his hand, thighs shaking uncontrollably.

The voices of his friends outside rose and fell, laughing about something stupid. The risk only made everything feel more intense.

Sunoo’s own breathing was uneven, his hardness pressing insistently against your hip through his soaked pants. He was clearly affected too, but he stayed focused on you, curling his fingers lower to tease your entrance before returning to your swollen clit with perfect pressure.

You wanted to moan his name. You wanted to beg him to go faster. Instead, all you could do was pant softly against his neck and roll your hips desperately into his hand, chasing the building pleasure in complete silence.

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your temple — almost sweet despite the filthy situation — and whispered hotly against your skin

“That’s it… cum for me. Quietly.”

Your body tensed hard as the pleasure finally crashed over you. You buried your teeth into Sunoo’s shoulder through his soaked shirt, biting down to stop yourself from crying out. A powerful orgasm ripped through you, making your thighs shake violently and your walls clench around nothing. You came hard on his fingers, hips jerking against his hand while the shower water continued to rain down on both of you.

Sunoo’s breath hitched sharply. Feeling you come undone, feeling how wet and tight you were, finally made him lose control.

He pulled his hand away from between your legs, breathing heavily. For a moment, he just stared at you — eyes dark with lust, hair dripping, lips parted. Then he slowly looked into your eyes, his gaze asking the silent question.

is it okay

You nodded quickly, desperately, still trembling from your orgasm.

That was all the permission he needed.

Sunoo stepped back just enough to peel off his wet clothes. His shirt hit the floor with a heavy splash, followed by his pants and boxers. In seconds, he was completely naked, his hard cock springing free, flushed and leaking at the tip. He kicked the soaked pile of clothes to the corner of the stall.

You leaned back against the cool tiled wall for support, chest heaving. Sunoo moved in again, tall frame pressing close. He hooked one of your legs over his hip, adjusting his position carefully. The head of his cock nudged against your slick entrance, sliding up and down your folds teasingly.

Just as he pushed forward — the thick tip stretching you open — your mouth fell open in a silent moan. Before any sound could escape, Sunoo’s large hand clamped firmly over your mouth, muffling you completely.

“Shhh…” he whispered hotly against your ear, voice strained with lust.

He sank deeper inside you in one slow, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt. His eyes rolled back for a second at how tightly you wrapped around him. He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, forehead pressed against yours as both of you struggled to stay quiet.

Outside the curtain, his friends were still talking and laughing, completely unaware that Sunoo was balls-deep inside you just a few feet away.

His hand stayed pressed over your mouth as he slowly rolled his hips, starting to fuck you against the wall — deep, careful strokes that made your eyes water with pleasure.

Sunoo’s thrusts grew faster, deeper, and much riskier.

He was fucking you harder now, the wet sound of skin slapping skin starting to mix with the shower spray. Every stroke pushed you up against the tiled wall, your breasts bouncing with the force. The risk of getting caught only seemed to make him more desperate.

He suddenly pulled his hand away from your mouth. Before you could even gasp, he cupped the back of your head and crashed his lips against yours in a hungry, messy kiss.

You moaned into his mouth — soft and needy — and he swallowed every sound. His tongue pushed past your lips, tasting you deeply as he fucked you faster. The kiss was wet, sloppy, and intense, muffling your whimpers while his hips snapped against yours.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he breathed against your lips between kisses, voice hoarse and barely above a whisper.

He angled his hips and drove into you even harder, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. The stall shook slightly. Water splashed everywhere. The wet sounds were getting louder.

Outside, his friends were still there. One of them laughed loudly and said, “Yo, where the hell is Sunoo? He’s taking forever.”

The voice was so close it made your pussy clench hard around him in panic and arousal. Sunoo groaned quietly into your mouth, his grip on your thigh tightening as he pounded into you faster, chasing his own pleasure now.

He broke the kiss for a second, pressing his forehead to yours, both of you panting heavily.

“You’re gonna make me cum…” he whispered hotly, eyes half-lidded with lust. His cock throbbed inside you, thick and relentless.

He kissed you again, deeper this time, biting your lower lip as his pace turned almost frantic — risky, noisy, and completely addicted to the feeling of your tight heat around him.

Your second orgasm was already building fast, dangerously close, while his friends lingered just outside the curtain, still chatting and waiting for him.

Sunoo suddenly pulled out of you, making you whimper at the loss. In one swift, strong movement, he gripped the back of your thighs and lifted both your legs off the ground, wrapping them around his waist. Your back pressed harder against the cold tiles as he held you up effortlessly, your body completely suspended between him and the wall.

His cock nudged your entrance again before slamming back inside you in a single deep thrust. The new angle was devastating — he reached even deeper, hitting spots that made your eyes roll back.

“Fuck—” you choked out against his lips.

He kissed you again, hard and desperate, swallowing your moans as he started fucking you with reckless intensity. The position allowed him to drive into you faster and harder. Wet, filthy sounds of his hips slapping against your ass echoed inside the stall, barely covered by the shower.

Your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as he bounced you on his cock.

The pleasure built dangerously fast. Your second orgasm hit you like a wave.

You came hard around him, pussy clenching and pulsing, thighs shaking violently in his grip. A broken, high-pitched moan escaped into his mouth. Sunoo groaned deeply, kissing you even more messily to silence you as your walls fluttered and squeezed him.

The feeling of you cumming pushed him over the edge.

“Shit… I’m cumming—” he gasped against your lips.

With a few final, brutal thrusts, Sunoo buried himself as deep as possible and came inside you. Thick, hot spurts of his cum flooded your pussy, filling you up while he held you tightly against the wall. His hips jerked, grinding into you as he rode out his orgasm, groaning quietly into your neck.

Both of you stayed locked together, panting heavily, bodies trembling. His cock was still buried deep inside you, twitching with the last drops of his release. Cum was already starting to leak out around him, mixing with the shower water running down your thighs.

Outside the curtain, one of his friends shouted, “Sunoo-ya! Hurry up, man! We’re waiting!”

Sunoo froze, still holding you up with both legs wrapped around him, his cum dripping out of your used pussy. He looked at you with wide, hazy eyes — a mix of satisfaction, panic, and lingering lust.

He pressed a soft, breathless kiss to your lips and whispered against them

“…We’re so fucked.”

Sunoo’s chest was still heaving, his cock buried deep inside you as he tried to steady his breathing. Even through the aftershocks of his orgasm, he managed to lift his head and shout toward the curtain in a surprisingly steady voice

“I’ll catch up! Just go ahead without me!”

His friends groaned and teased him for a second, but they sounded convinced.

“Alright, don’t take too long, dude!”

Their voices faded as they laughed and talked about random things — practice, food, some upcoming exam — until the bathroom door finally clicked shut behind them.

Silence.

You were finally alone.

“Fuck…” you breathed out, voice hoarse and shaky now that you could actually speak.

Sunoo pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes still dark with lust. A slow, dangerous smirk tugged at his lips. He was still holding both of your legs wrapped around his waist, his cock still hard and twitching inside your cum-filled pussy.

“Yeah… fuck is right,” he whispered, voice low and rough.

Without warning, he started moving again — slow and deep at first, pushing his cum even deeper into you with every thrust. The sound was wetter now, obscene squelching noises filling the stall as his load leaked out around his cock.

But being completely alone changed everything.

Sunoo’s pace quickly picked up. He fucked you harder, slamming into you with long, powerful strokes. Your back slid against the wet tiles as he railed you, the wet slapping sounds echoing freely in the empty bathroom.

“Again,” he growled against your neck, biting down gently. “I want you to cum again.”

He adjusted his grip, spreading your legs wider as he drove into you relentlessly. The new freedom made him bolder — louder. His moans mixed with yours, no longer needing to stay quiet.

You could barely think straight. His cock kept hitting that perfect spot, and the feeling of his warm cum being fucked in and out of you was driving you crazy.

Sunoo pulled out of you with a wet sound, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness.

“New position,” he said huskily.

He sat down on the small built-in bench inside the stall, water still cascading over both of you. Then he pulled you onto his lap, facing him — your knees straddling his thighs in a seated cowgirl position. The moment you lowered yourself, his cock slid back inside your cum-filled pussy in one smooth glide.

“Ride me,” he groaned, hands gripping your ass tightly.

You braced your hands on his shoulders and started moving, rolling your hips and bouncing on his cock. The new angle made him feel even deeper. Sunoo leaned back against the wall, eyes locked on your bouncing breasts as you rode him harder, the wet sounds echoing shamelessly now that you were alone.

“Fuck, you look so good like this…” he muttered, thrusting up to meet your movements.

After a few intense minutes, he suddenly lifted you off him. Before you could protest, he dropped to his knees on the wet floor in front of you, pushed your back against the wall, and threw one of your legs over his shoulder.

His mouth was on you instantly.

Sunoo licked a long, hungry stripe up your pussy, tasting both your juices and his own cum. He moaned against your folds, the vibration shooting pleasure through you. He ate you like a man starved — sucking on your swollen clit, fucking you with his tongue, and licking up every drop of his cum that leaked out of you.

“Ah— Sunoo!” you moaned freely, fingers threading through his wet hair, pulling him closer.

He looked up at you with dark, lust-filled eyes while his tongue worked relentlessly. Two fingers joined his mouth, curling inside you as he sucked hard on your clit. Your legs started shaking again within seconds.

You came hard on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head as you cried out. Sunoo didn’t stop — he kept licking you through your orgasm until you were pushing at his head from oversensitivity.

When he finally stood up, his cock was rock hard again, flushed dark and throbbing. He leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, water running down his toned body.

Your turn.

You dropped to your knees without hesitation, the shower water spraying over your back. You wrapped your hand around his thick cock and took him into your mouth in one go.

“Shit—!” Sunoo hissed, head falling back against the tiles.

You sucked him eagerly, bobbing your head, swirling your tongue around the tip, and taking him as deep as you could. The taste of your mixed juices coated your tongue. Sunoo’s hand gently held the back of your head, guiding you but not forcing, soft groans and curses spilling from his lips every time you hollowed your cheeks.

“You’re too good at this…” he panted, hips twitching. “Keep going, baby.”

After a few more minutes of you sucking him eagerly, Sunoo’s breathing turned ragged. His hand tightened gently in your wet hair.

“I’m close—” he warned, voice strained.

You looked up at him and took him deeper, sucking harder. With a low, broken groan, Sunoo came hard in your mouth. Thick ropes of his cum spilled onto your tongue as his cock pulsed between your lips. You swallowed every drop, milking him until he was trembling and gently pulling you off.

“Fuck… you’re incredible,” he whispered, helping you stand up.

You both finally took the chance to clean up properly. Sunoo grabbed the school-provided soap and shampoo. Under the warm spray, you washed each other — his hands gentle but lingering as he soaped your breasts, back, and between your legs. You returned the favor, running your hands over his toned chest and abs, smiling shyly when his cock twitched again at your touch.

After rinsing off, you both stepped out of the stall. Sunoo quickly went to his locker near the sink and grabbed the spare clothes he had left there earlier. He lent you his clean oversized hoodie while you changed back into your extra clothes. You dried your hair with a towel and brushed it in front of the mirror.

“I’m Y/N,” you said softly, glancing at him through the reflection. “Second year, Architecture.”

Sunoo smiled — a bright, charming smile that made your heart skip. He was drying his hair roughly with another towel.

“I’m Sunoo. Engineering senior,” he replied, still smiling. “Nice to officially meet you, Y/N.” He paused, then added with a playful glint in his eyes, “Wanna grab coffee? My treat.”

You couldn’t help but smile back. “I’d like that.”

You both walked out of the swimming complex side by side, the tension from earlier slowly turning into a warm, fluttering feeling.

Just as you reached the courtyard, two familiar voices called out.

“Y/N! There you are! We were looking for—”

Samantha and Yukuzi stopped mid-sentence. Their eyes widened when they saw who you were walking with.

Kim Sunoo.

They both looked completely starstruck, mouths slightly open.

“Uh… we wanted to—” Samantha started, still staring at Sunoo.

“Maybe later,” you said calmly, cutting them off with a small wave. “I’m kind of busy right now.”

Without waiting for their reply, you continued walking with Sunoo. He glanced down at you, amused, and quietly slipped his hand into yours.

The lazy afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Niki’s living room, casting a warm golden glow over everything. It was already 4 PM, and the house was quiet except for the soft humming of the air conditioner and the occasional giggle from the little boy in your lap.

Minjun, Niki’s three-year-old nephew, had claimed you as his personal territory for the past hour. He sat comfortably on your thighs, his tiny arms wrapped tightly around your waist, face buried in your chest as if letting go would mean losing you forever.

“Noona… stay,” he mumbled softly, his little fingers clutching your shirt.

You smiled, gently stroking his soft hair. “I’m not going anywhere, Minjunnie.”

But of course, peace never lasted long when Niki was around.

Niki leaned over the back of the couch with a mischievous grin, his sharp eyes sparkling with playful evil. “Yah, Minjun-ah,” he cooed in a sugary voice, reaching out to playfully ruffle the toddler’s hair. “Don’t you think it’s time to share Noona? She’s my guest, you know.”

Minjun’s head snapped up immediately. His chubby cheeks puffed out in anger as he swatted Niki’s hand away with surprising force.

“No!” he shouted, voice cracking with childish fury. “Noona is mine! Go away, Samchon!”

Niki laughed, clearly enjoying the reaction way too much. He reached again, this time pretending to try and lift Minjun off your lap. “But Samchon wants to hug Noona too~ She’s warm and soft, right?”

Minjun’s eyes started glistening with tears. His bottom lip trembled as he clung to you even tighter, burying his face deeper into your chest.

“Nooo! She’s my Noona!” he cried, voice wobbling. “You’re mean, Samchon! I hate you!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping your arms protectively around the little boy. “Niki, stop bullying him. Can’t you see he’s about to cry?”

Niki smirked, completely unbothered. He rested his chin on the couch cushion, eyes locked on you with that signature teasing glint.

“But look at his face! It’s so fun. Minjun-ah, if you cry, Noona will feel bad and leave you. Then she’ll only play with me.”

That was the final straw.

Minjun lifted his head, cheeks red and eyes watery, but filled with determination. He pointed a tiny finger straight at Niki’s face.

“If you take my Noona… I will… I will hit you! And I won’t share my toys with you ever again!” he declared bravely, even though his voice shook.

Niki burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Aigoo, so scary! Our Minjunnie is a warrior now.”

You shook your head, amused but also a little sympathetic toward the poor toddler. You kissed the top of Minjun’s head gently.

“Don’t worry, baby. Noona is staying right here with you.”

Minjun sniffled, shooting one last angry glare at his uncle before relaxing in your arms again.

“…Samchon is stupid,” he whispered loudly enough for Niki to hear.

Niki gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Yah! That’s it. I’m stealing Noona tonight.”

Minjun immediately screamed, “NOOO!!” and hugged you like his life depended on it.

You laughed softly, caught in the middle of their adorable little war, secretly enjoying every second of it.

A few hours passed, and the quiet afternoon turned into a lively family gathering. Niki’s parents arrived first, their arms full of food and gifts. Soon after, his older sister showed up with her own little daughter clinging tightly to her mother’s legs, shyly hiding behind her. A couple of Niki’s siblings also came, filling the house with laughter, loud conversations, and the smell of home-cooked dinner.

Minjun refused to leave your side the entire evening, proudly introducing you as “my Noona” to everyone. Niki kept stealing teasing glances at you across the room, his eyes promising trouble later.

By nighttime, the house had finally settled. Everyone was tucked into their rooms, the lights were off, and the only sound was the occasional creak of the old wooden floors.

You were finally alone with Niki in his room, lying on his bed in the darkness. The silly conversations from earlier had faded into soft whispers and lingering touches.

“You were so cute today, getting all jealous over a toddler,” Niki teased quietly, his breath warm against your ear as he pulled you closer.

“Shut up,” you whispered back with a soft laugh. “He’s adorable. Unlike you.”

Niki smirked, his hand sliding under your shirt. “Yeah? Let me show you how not-adorable I can be…”

Before you could reply, he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Things escalated quickly. He tugged your shorts down along with your panties in one smooth motion, tossing them aside. You gasped as he moved lower, settling between your thighs.

“Niki… wait—there are so many people in the house,” you whispered urgently, your voice shaky.

He looked up at you with that dangerous playful glint. “Then you better stay quiet, baby.”

His mouth found you instantly — hot, wet, and relentless. He licked and sucked with slow, deliberate strokes, savoring every reaction. Your back arched slightly as a whimper escaped your lips. You bit down hard on your knuckle, trying desperately to stay silent.

“Mmm… fuck, you taste so good,” Niki murmurs against you, his voice low and husky. He didn’t stop, his tongue moving faster, sucking harder on that sensitive spot.

You couldn’t hold back completely. Another soft, needy whimper slipped out, a little louder this time. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

“Niki… ah—slow down…” you breathed, barely audible.

He only hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through your body. Your thighs trembled around his head as the pleasure built.

Then — without warning — the bedroom door creaked open.

Your heart stopped.

Niki pulled back instantly, just in time, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Thank god the room was pitch dark. He quickly pulled the blanket over both of you.

A small figure stood in the doorway, rubbing his eyes sleepily. It was Minjun in his little dinosaur pajamas, clutching a stuffed toy.

“I heard someone crying…” the toddler said in a tiny, worried voice. “Noona… are you okay? Were you scared?”

You froze, heart pounding wildly. You quickly covered your mouth with both hands, trying to steady your breathing. Your body was still tingling from Niki’s touch.

Niki cleared his throat softly, keeping his voice calm. “Minjun-ah, it’s late. Go back to sleep. Noona is fine.”

Minjun stepped a little closer, squinting into the darkness. “But I heard noises… Was Noona having a bad dream?”

You stayed completely quiet, still covering your mouth, cheeks burning with embarrassment. Niki had to suppress a laugh.

“No bad dreams, buddy,” Niki whispered. “Noona is just… really tired. I’ll take care of her. Go back to bed, okay? Samchon will read you a story tomorrow.”

Minjun hesitated for a second, then nodded slowly. “Okay… Goodnight, Noona. Don’t cry anymore.”

He finally turned and padded away, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

The second the door shut, Niki buried his face in your neck, shaking with silent laughter. your heart was still racing, half from the almost getting caught and half from the lingering heat between your legs.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “That was too close.”

You lightly smacked his shoulder, still breathless. “This is your fault! You forgot to lock the door, you idiot…”

Niki’s low chuckle vibrated against your neck as he hovered over you again, clearly amused by the whole situation.

“Little cockblocker,” he muttered playfully, lips brushing your skin.

You pushed at his chest lightly, still flushed and breathless. “Lock the door first…” you whispered urgently, your voice barely above a breath. “I swear, Niki, if he comes back again I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

Niki grinned in the darkness, that signature mischievous smirk you could practically feel even without seeing it. “Yes, ma’am.”

He quickly rolled off the bed and padded over to the door. You heard the soft click of the lock turning, followed by the faint sound of him sliding the small chain lock into place for extra safety.

“Happy now?” he teased as he crawled back onto the bed, hovering over you once more. The mattress dipped under his weight. “No more surprise visits from my jealous nephew.”

You nodded, pulling him down by his shirt. “Good. Now finish what you started before someone else decides to wander in.”

Niki’s eyes darkened with desire. “Bossy tonight, aren’t we?” He kissed you deeply, tasting slightly of you, before sliding back down your body. “Don’t worry… I’ll make sure you stay quiet this time.”

He yanked the blanket over his head and settled between your thighs again. His tongue returned with even more hunger — slow, wet strokes followed by firm suction that made your toes curl. You bit your lip hard, but a soft, needy whimper still escaped.

“Shhh,” he hummed against you, the vibration making you tremble. “There are so many people in this house, baby. You don’t want Minjun coming back thinking his Noona is crying again, do you?”

You covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rolled through you. “Niki… ah— you’re evil…”

He chuckled quietly, licking you even more deliberately, savoring every reaction. “But you love it.”

Your free hand tangled in his hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. The risk of getting caught again only made everything feel more intense. Every lick, every suck, every quiet little sound he made against your soaked core pushed you closer to the edge.

“Fuck… just like that,” you whispered breathlessly, barely keeping your voice under control.

Niki gripped your thighs, holding you open for him as he devoured you like he’d been starving for it all day.

The pleasure hit you like a wave, crashing hard and sudden. Your thighs clamped around Niki’s head as you came intensely, back arching off the bed. A broken, desperate whimper slipped past your fingers despite your best efforts to stay quiet.

“Niki…!” you gasped, voice hoarse and trembling.

Your whole body shook with the aftershocks, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. You didn’t even give yourself time to recover. The second the strongest wave passed, you sat up slowly, eyes dark with need.

Niki barely had time to lift his head before you pushed him onto his back. Your hands moved quickly, tugging his sweatpants and boxers down in one eager motion, freeing his hard length. It sprang up, heavy and aching.

“Baby—” Niki started, surprised, but his words cut off into a low groan as you leaned down and took him into your mouth without hesitation.

You sucked him deeply, warm and wet, swirling your tongue around the tip before sliding further down. Niki’s hand flew to your hair, fingers threading through it tightly.

“Fuck… just like that,” he whispered, voice strained as he tried to keep quiet. “You’re so greedy tonight.”

You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch. The room was filled with the soft, wet sounds of your mouth working him, mixed with his quiet, ragged breathing. You took him as deep as you could, then pulled back to focus on the sensitive head, licking and sucking with messy enthusiasm.

Niki’s head fell back against the pillow, biting his lip hard. “Shit… slow down a little or I’m gonna lose it too fast,” he breathed, but his hand in your hair gently guided you, contradicting his words. “Everyone’s sleeping right down the hall… and you’re sucking me like you don’t care if we get caught.”

You pulled off just enough to whisper against his slick length, voice husky, “You started it… now shut up and enjoy it.”

Then you dove back down, hollowing your cheeks and taking him deeper. Niki’s free hand gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white as he fought to stay silent. A low, guttural groan escaped him anyway.

“You’re so fucking good at this… my perfect girl,” he praised breathlessly, eyes half-lidded in the dark. “Keep going just like that—ahh, yes…”

Your head bobbed steadily, one hand stroking what your mouth couldn’t reach. The risk of the locked door and the full house only made you more eager, sucking him harder, faster, determined to make him feel as good as he made you.

Niki’s breathing grew heavier, his hips starting to buck up slightly into your mouth. “Baby… if you keep doing that I’m not gonna last…”

You pulled back slightly, your lips glistening as you looked up at him in the dark. Your tongue darted out, licking slowly around the swollen tip of his cock, teasing the sensitive slit. Niki’s breath hitched sharply, his fingers tightening in your hair.

“Fuck… you’re really trying to kill me tonight,” he whispered, voice rough and low.

You gave him a small, naughty smile before wrapping your lips around the head again, sucking gently at first, then taking him deeper. Your hand stroked the base awhile your tongue swirled around him.

Niki’s hips jerked slightly. “Baby… shit, that feels so good.”

You kept your pace steady and wet, hollowing your cheeks every time you slid down. After a few moments, you pulled off just enough to whisper hotly against his throbbing length.

“Cum for me, baby…”

The words sent a visible shiver through him. Niki let out a quiet, broken groan, biting down hard on his lip to stay silent.

“You’re so dirty saying that” he breathed, eyes dark with lust. “You want me to cum in your pretty mouth?”

You answered by sucking him harder, faster, taking him as deep as you could while your hand pumped the rest of his shaft. Your tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock with every stroke.

Niki’s breathing became ragged. His abs tensed under your other hand as he fought to keep control.

“Fuck— I’m close… don’t stop,” he whispered desperately. “Just like that, baby. Gonna cum so hard for you…”

You moaned softly around him, the vibration pushing him over the edge. His grip on your hair tightened as his hips stuttered.

“Shit— I’m cumming—”

He came with a low, choked groan, spilling into your mouth in thick pulses. You kept sucking gently through it, swallowing every drop while he trembled beneath you. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath.

You finally pulled off with a soft pop, licking your lips before crawling up his body. Niki immediately pulled you into a deep, messy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against your lips, still breathing hard. “That was so fucking hot.”

You smiled, cuddling against his chest. “We should probably sleep before Minjun decides to come back for round two.”

Niki chuckled quietly, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “Door’s locked. You’re all mine tonight.”

You stayed curled against Niki’s chest, both of you still breathing heavily in the dark room. The taste of him was still on your tongue, and the heat between your legs hadn’t faded at all. If anything, it had only grown stronger.

After a moment, you shifted slightly, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone before whispering against his skin.

“M… what if we do it… just quick?”

Niki froze for half a second, then let out a low, surprised chuckle. His hand slid down your back and gripped your ass possessively.

“You’re really testing me tonight, huh?” he murmurs, voice husky. “My whole family is sleeping right down the hall and you want me to fuck you?”

You nodded shyly, hiding your face in his neck. “Just quick… I need you.”

That was all it took.

Niki flipped you onto your back in one smooth motion, settling between your legs. “Fuck, you’re so needy,” he whispered hotly, already lining himself up against your soaked entrance. “Alright, baby. Quick and quiet. Can you handle that?”

You bit your lip and nodded, wrapping your legs around his waist.

He pushed in slowly at first, stretching you open with a deep groan that he quickly muffled against your shoulder. “So fucking wet… all for me.”

Once he bottomed out, he didn’t waste time. His hips started moving in fast, shallow thrusts — hard enough to make the bed creak softly but quiet enough not to wake anyone. You clung to his shoulders, biting down on your own arm to stay silent as pleasure shot through you with every stroke.

“Niki… ah— fuck…” you whimpered quietly, trying so hard to hold back your voice.

“Shhh, baby,” he breathed against your ear, pounding into you quicker. “You wanted it fast, remember? Take it like a good girl.”

His pace was relentless but controlled. Skin slapped quietly against skin under the blanket as he fucked you deep and fast. One of his hands reached between you to rub your clit, making your eyes roll back.

“You feel so good,” he groaned softly. “So tight… squeezing me so perfectly.”

Your nails dug into his back as the pressure built fast. The risk, the quickness, and how badly you both needed it made everything more intense.

“I’m close again—” you gasped, voice barely audible.

“Me too,” Niki panted, thrusting harder. “Cum with me, baby. Cum on my cock.”

A few more deep strokes and you both fell apart. You came hard, burying your face in his neck to muffle your moan. Niki followed right after, burying himself deep inside you with a quiet, shaky groan as he filled you up.

For a moment, you both just breathed heavily, tangled together and sweaty.

Niki kissed your forehead, still inside you. “That was supposed to be quick… but you feel too good,” he whispered with a lazy smile. “Next time I’m taking my time with you.”

After catching your breath for a few minutes, Niki kissed your shoulder and whispered, “We made a mess… let’s clean up before we actually get caught.”

You both quietly slipped out of bed. The house was dead silent as you tiptoed across the room. The second you stepped into the small attached bathroom and closed the door, Niki locked it — but the tension in the air was thicker now. The bathroom felt even more dangerous. Thin walls. Everyone sleeping just down the hallway. One loud sound and the whole house might wake up.

Niki didn’t give you time to think. He spun you around, pressing your front against the cold bathroom sink. You gasped softly as he yanked your oversized shirt up to your waist.

“Hold onto the sink,” he breathed against your ear.

You gripped the edge tightly. Niki lifted your right leg, hooking it over his arm and holding it up high, spreading you open. The position was filthy and risky — you were completely exposed, balanced on one foot while he stood behind you.

He rubbed his hard cock against your slick folds once, then pushed in deep with one smooth thrust. Both of you let out quiet, shaky breaths.

“Fuck… still so wet,” he groaned under his breath, starting to move.

He fucked you from behind in deep, steady strokes, his hips snapping against your ass. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed softly in the small bathroom. You bit your lip hard, trying to stay as quiet as possible, but it felt so intense in this position.

“Niki… slow down—” you whispered breathlessly, but your body betrayed you, pushing back against him.

“Can’t,” he panted, gripping your raised thigh tighter, pounding into you harder. “You feel too fucking good like this.”

Your leg trembled in his hold as he drove deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. The mirror in front of you was starting to fog up. You could barely keep your moans in.

Suddenly, you turned your head, desperate for him. “Kiss me…”

Niki leaned forward without missing a beat, capturing your lips in a messy, hungry kiss. His tongue slid against yours as he kept fucking you, the angle making him go even deeper. The kiss muffled both of your sounds — wet, desperate, and needy.

You whimpered into his mouth as he thrust faster, his free hand reaching around to rub your clit.

“Quiet, baby,” he whispered against your lips, voice strained. “Unless you want Minjun to come knocking again… or my mom.”

The risky words only turned you on more. You kissed him harder, moaning softly into his mouth as pleasure built rapidly.

Niki’s grip on your leg tightened, his thrusts becoming sharper and deeper. “I’m close again… cum with me.”

A few more hard strokes and you shattered, biting down on his bottom lip to stay silent as your orgasm crashed over you. Niki groaned quietly into the kiss, burying himself deep as he came inside you, filling you up for the second time tonight.

You both stayed like that for a moment — leg still held up, his cock twitching inside you, breathing heavily against each other’s mouths.

Niki finally lowered your leg gently and kissed the back of your neck. “You’re addicted to danger now, huh?” he teased softly, a smirk in his voice.

You smiled weakly, legs still shaking. “Shut up and help me clean up before we get really unlucky…”

The next morning, sunlight peeked through the curtains as you quietly slipped out of Niki’s bedroom, still a little sore and trying to act normal. Your hair was slightly messy, and you were wearing one of Niki’s oversized shirts over your shorts, hoping no one would notice.

You barely took two steps into the hallway when you heard fast little footsteps.

“Noona!”

Minjun came running at full speed in his dinosaur pajamas, his face lighting up the second he saw you. He crashed into your legs, wrapping his tiny arms around you tightly like he’d been waiting all night.

“Noona! You’re awake!” he exclaimed, squeezing you as hard as his little arms could manage. “I missed you. Why did you sleep in Samchon’s room? You should sleep with me!”

Before you could even answer, he pulled back and lifted his arms toward you, making grabby hands.

“Carry me? Pleaseee?” His big round eyes were impossible to resist.

You smiled softly and bent down, lifting him onto your hip. Minjun immediately wrapped his arms around your neck and buried his face in your shoulder, sighing happily.

Niki stepped out of the room behind you, hair messy, smirking when he saw the scene. “Wow, I don’t even get a good morning hug?”

Minjun turned his head and stuck his tongue out at his uncle. “Noona is mine in the morning.”

Niki laughed quietly. “Jealous little guy.”

The three of you walked to the dining area where Niki’s family was already gathered for breakfast. His parents, older sister, and siblings were chatting around the big table filled with rice, grilled fish, soup, and side dishes.

His mom smiled warmly when she saw you carrying Minjun. “Good morning! Did you sleep well, dear?”

You felt your cheeks warm slightly, remembering exactly how little sleep you actually got. “Y-yes, I did. Thank you.”

Minjun refused to let you put him down. He stayed glued to your lap the entire time you sat at the table, even when you tried to reach for food. Every time Niki leaned closer to you or tried to talk to you, Minjun would dramatically hug your neck tighter.

“Samchon, go away,” Minjun mumbled, feeding you a piece of egg with his little spoon. “Noona is eating with me.”

Niki raised an eyebrow, amused. “Yah, Minjun-ah. You’re really declaring war this early in the morning?”

Minjun nodded seriously, cheeks puffed out. “Noona likes me more. Right, Noona?”

You gently stroked his hair, trying not to laugh. “You’re very special to me, Minjunnie.”

That answer seemed to satisfy him for about ten seconds before he looked up at you again with sparkling eyes.

“Tonight,” he declared loudly enough for the whole table to hear, “I want to sleep with Noona. In Noona’s room. Not with stupid Samchon.”

Niki nearly choked on his water. His older sister burst out laughing while his mom looked between all of you, clearly entertained.

“Oh? And why is that?” Niki asked, leaning forward with a teasing grin.

“Because…” Minjun hugged you tighter, “I heard Noona crying last night. She must be scared sleeping with you. So I will protect her and sleep next to her.”

The table went quiet for a second before everyone started laughing. You avoided Niki’s gaze. Niki, on the other hand, was biting his lip to stop himself from laughing too hard.

“Is that so?” Niki said, eyes full of mischief as he looked at you. “You heard her crying, huh?”

You lightly kicked his leg under the table.

Minjun nodded proudly. “Yes. So next time, Noona sleeps with me. Okay?”

His mom chuckled. “Minjunnie is so protective of his Noona.”

You kissed the top of Minjun’s head, still embarrassed but endeared. “We’ll see, baby. Now finish your breakfast.”

Minjun smiled victoriously and continued feeding you, completely unaware of how emmbrass you were.

You were on a beach vacation with your friends, spending the afternoon drinking and chilling around a table, laughing and ranting as the sun slowly disappeared. By 6 PM, the sky had already darkened into deep shades of indigo and violet.

You had already gone swimming earlier, but the pull of the sea was too strong to resist. “Just a quick dip,” you told yourself. You changed into your black triangle bikini with soft pink trim and delicate tie details. The halter-style top featured thin pink straps.

The current was stronger than it looked, but you managed it easily at first. You waded out until the water reached your waist, then a little further. Another wave suddenly crashed into you, stronger than the last.

“Shit—” you laughed, smiling at the thrill of it. But as the water settled, your eyebrows furrowed. Something felt… off.

You reached down instinctively. Bare skin. Your heart dropped.

No. No way.

You frantically pressed your hand between your thighs, confirming the worst—your thong bottom was completely gone. The strings must have loosened in the current, but you swore they were tied properly. Panic set in as you scanned the dark water around you, desperately groping beneath the surface, hoping the small piece of fabric would somehow appear.

Goddamnit. I’m just trying to have fun and this is what happens?

You were still searching frantically when a familiar voice called out from the shore.

“Y/N! Come on! We’re eating dinner already!”

You froze. It was Jungwon. He stood near the water’s edge, smiling brightly, his dimples deepening in that boyish way you always found charming. Completely unaware of your crisis.

You quickly lowered yourself deeper into the water, letting it cover you up to your chest.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” you shouted back, forcing a casual tone. “The water just feels really nice right now!”

You were still frantically searching the dark water when Jungwon’s voice rang out again.

“Coming in with you then!”

Your stomach dropped. Shit.

Before you could protest, he was already jogging toward the water, kicking off his sandals. He waded in without hesitation, the waves lapping around his legs as he moved closer with that bright, dimpled smile still on his face.

Your eyes widened in panic. You quickly lowered yourself even deeper into the water until only your shoulders and head were above the surface, heart hammering in your chest.

“Oh— wait!” you called out, trying to sound casual. “Just don’t come too close… I’m really enjoying my peace right now.”

Jungwon slowed down a little, tilting his head with a playful, confused expression. The water was already up to his waist as he stopped a few meters away from you.

“Peace? In these strong waves?” He chuckled softly, his dimples deepening.

Jungwon took one more step closer, the water rising up to his chest. His eyes were bright with curiosity and that signature playful smile.

“You sure you’re okay? You look a bit… tense,” he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying your best to look relaxed while desperately keeping your lower body hidden underwater.

“Tense? Me? No,” you replied quickly, forcing a laugh. “I’m just… really enjoying the water. It feels nice after a whole day of drinking and sun. Don’t come any closer, okay? I’m having my little peaceful moment here.”

Jungwon paused, tilting his head slightly. His dimples were still visible, but now mixed with a hint of suspicion and amusement. He stayed where he was, water gently swaying around him.

“Peaceful moment, huh?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly not fully buying it. “You’ve been out here for a while. Dinner’s getting cold, you know.”

Jungwon paused, still smiling but clearly intrigued. He stayed where he was, the water gently moving around his chest.

“Dinner can wait,” you said, trying to keep your voice casual. “It’s special because I barely go out… especially to the beach.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, still looking unconvinced but clearly entertained. You quickly added, forcing a bright smile,

“Don’t stay too close, alright?”

As you spoke, you playfully pushed a wave of water toward him, splashing his chest. The move was meant to look lighthearted, but it was mostly a desperate attempt to keep him at a distance.

Jungwon laughed, wiping the water from his face. His dimples deepened as he grinned at you.

“Wow, okay. Defensive much?” he teased, taking another small step closer despite your warning. “You’re really acting strange tonight. Did something happen?”

He was now dangerously close — only about a meter away. The water between you suddenly felt far too shallow, and your pulse quickened as you subtly shifted your legs, painfully aware of your very bare situation underwater.

“Yeah… you’re disturbing my peace,” you replied, forcing another playful smile.

You continued moving backward slowly, trying to put a bit more distance between you and him without making it too obvious. your hands subtly covering your front underwater as you waded further back. The water was getting deeper, which helped hide you, but your heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Jungwon laughed again, clearly amused by your behavior. He tilted his head, dimples on full display.

“Disturbing your peace?” he repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Since when am I the one who disturbs your peace? Usually you’re the one dragging me everywhere.”

He took another step forward, closing the small gap you had just created. His eyes narrowed playfully.

“Come on, what’s really going on? You’re being so weird right now.”

You shook your head, forcing a laugh as you higher out of the water — just enough for your shoulders and the top of your bikini to be more visible.

“I’m not being weird, silly,” you said, trying to sound playful and relaxed.

The moment you lifted yourself even slightly, a small wave pushed against your bare skin, reminding you just how exposed you really were. Your stomach twisted with panic, but you kept smiling, hoping the dim lighting and the water’s surface would hide everything.

Jungwon’s smile widened, He was now way too close.

“Not weird?” he teased, chuckling. “You’re out here splashing me, telling me not to come near you, and refusing to get out for dinner. That’s peak weird behavior.”

He took another step closer, the water rippling between you. His eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“You sure you didn’t lose something out here?”

You shook your head, rising just a little higher in the water.

“I didn’t lose anything, idiot,” you said with a playful scoff, trying to sound convincing. “Maybe I dropped my earring? The waves are pretty strong tonight.”

You smiled at him, hoping it looked natural.

“You can be helpful for once if you help me find them,” you added, still gently pushing water in his direction to keep some distance.

Jungwon blinked, then let out a soft laugh, his dimples showing again. He looked mildly surprised but amused by your sudden request.

“Your earring?” he repeated, glancing down at the dark water around you. “You’re really making me search for earrings in the middle of the sea at night?”

He took a small step closer, scanning the surface playfully. “Alright, fine. Where do you think it fell? You were moving around a lot earlier.”

His eyes flicked back up to you, still full of suspicion and curiosity, but he seemed willing to play along for now.

Jungwon crouched a little lower, scanning the dark water around you as if actually searching. The idea of him getting any closer made your stomach flip.

Shit…

“Why? Have you seen something?” you asked quickly, your voice a little higher than you intended. You tried to keep your tone casual, but panic was starting.

Jungwon straightened up and looked at you with a confused smile, one eyebrow raised. The water swayed gently between you two.

“Seen something?” he echoed, tilting his head. “Like your earring? Or… something else?”

His eyes narrowed playfully, but there was a hint of genuine suspicion now.

“You’re acting super suspicious, you know that? First you don’t want me near you, now you suddenly want my help finding an earring in the dark sea…” He chuckled softly, dimples showing. “What did you really lose, Y/N?”

You smiled, trying to keep your tone light, but it came out a little too defensive.

“Why do you seem like you know something I don’t?”

Jungwon’s eyebrows lifted slightly. The playful smile on his face slowly turned into a knowing smirk, his dimples still visible but now mixed with clear suspicion. He took another small step closer, the water rippling around him.

“Because you’re acting super suspicious,” he said, chuckling softly. “First you don’t want me near you, then you suddenly want me to help search for an earring in the dark… and you keep backing away like I’m going to bite you.”

He tilted his head, eyes scanning your face.

“Come on, Y/N. Just tell me the truth. What did you actually lose?”

His gaze dropped briefly to the water between you, then back up to your eyes. He looked like he was starting to piece things together.

“No… I did not,” you answered quickly, a little too fast to sound natural. You gave him a bright, innocent smile, still half-submerged in the water. “Why are you so convinced I lost something? I just dropped my earring, that’s all. Stop making it weird.”

You let out a soft laugh and splashed a little more water toward him, trying to distract him while your other hand subtly searched the sandy bottom with your toes.

Jungwon narrowed his eyes, clearly not believing you, but his dimpled smile stayed in place.

“Uh-huh…” he said slowly, tilting his head. “You’re acting super suspicious, you know that?”

He took another step closer, now dangerously near. The water only reached his lower chest, and you realized that if he came any further, the situation could turn into a complete danger.

“You’re making me suspicious for wanting peace, Jungwon,” you replied, trying to sound annoyed but playful.

Before he could answer, another voice shouted from the shore.

“Y/N! Jungwon! Dinner is ready! If you two are just gonna keep playing in the water, we’ll just leave some for you later!”

Shit…

You had completely missed dinner time. You quickly nodded toward the shore and shouted back,

“Alright!”

The friend waved and walked away, leaving the two of you alone again. Jungwon turned back to you.

“See? Even they think you’re acting weird,” he teased, taking one more step closer. “You’ve been avoiding dinner this whole time just for some ‘peace’? Come on, tell me the truth.”

He was now way too close. Your heart pounded as you instinctively lowered yourself deeper into the water again, praying the darkness would hide your very bare lower half.

You looked at Jungwon, heart hammering wildly in your chest. The shouts from your friends had faded, and the beach felt quieter now, with only the sound of gentle waves between you.

You closed your eyes for a second, cheeks burning with embarrassment. There was no escaping this anymore.

Finally, you opened your eyes and blurted out,

“Jungwon… I lost my bikini bottom.”

The words hung in the air. You bit your lip, face completely flushed as you sank a little deeper into the water.

“It came off in the waves earlier… I’ve been trying to find it this whole time. That’s why I kept telling you not to come closer.”

Jungwon froze. His eyes widened, dimples disappearing as his mouth fell open in shock. For a few seconds, he just stared at you, completely speechless.

“Wait… you’re serious?” he asked, voice cracking slightly. His gaze instinctively flicked down to the dark water, then quickly snapped back up to your face. “Right now? You’re… completely…?”

He swallowed hard, looking equally embarrassed and concerned.

“Yes…” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

You looked straight at him, cheeks burning with humiliation. The water suddenly felt ice cold against your completely bare skin. Shit. You wanted to scream, thrash around, or rage at the universe for making this happen. Of all the times, of all the stupid waves — why now? Why in front of Jungwon?

You pressed your lips together tightly, fighting the overwhelming urge to sink underwater and never come up again.

Jungwon stood frozen, his eyes wide and cheeks visibly flushed even in the dim light. For a moment, he looked completely lost, like his brain had stopped working.

“Fuck… seriously?” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his wet hair. He quickly looked away, then back at your face, clearly trying his hardest not to let his gaze drop lower. “Right now? You’ve been talking to me this whole time with nothing on down there?”

He let out a nervous laugh, looking just as embarrassed as you felt.

“Okay… okay. Don’t panic. I’ll help you find it,” he said, trying to sound calm even though his voice was slightly higher than usual. “Just… stay right there. Don’t move.”

You stayed submerged as best as you could, heart still racing, whispering frantic curses under your breath while your toes and hands kept sweeping through the sandy bottom in useless circles. The water felt impossibly vast and dark now, every small current teasing your bare skin like a cruel reminder.

“Shit… where the hell did it go…” you muttered, cheeks burning hotter than the earlier sunburn.

Your eyes flicked toward the shore. One of your friends had turned around and was heading back toward the water, phone flashlight already on, clearly wondering why you two were taking so long. The beam of light swept lazily across the waves.

“Shit… shit, Jungwon—” your voice came out in a panicked whisper as you instinctively moved closer to him, closing the last bit of distance between you. Your hands instinctively went to his arms underwater for balance, gripping lightly as you pressed yourself against his side, trying to use his body as a shield from the approaching light and eyes.

Jungwon stiffened at the sudden contact, his breath catching. Even in the low light you could see his ears turning red.

“Y/N—” he started, voice low and strained. His hands hovered awkwardly in the water, unsure where to put them. One eventually settled lightly on your waist under the surface, steadying you while the other stayed out of the way. The warmth of his palm against your bare skin sent an embarrassing jolt through you.

“Don’t let them come closer,” you whispered urgently against his shoulder, half-hiding your face there. Your bare hips brushed against his swim trunks accidentally as another small wave pushed you, making you tense up even more. “I can’t— fuck, this is so embarrassing.”

Jungwon swallowed hard, his dimples nowhere in sight now. He kept his gaze firmly on the shore, trying to act normal while his fingers unconsciously tightened a little on your waist.

“I got you,” he murmured, voice quieter than usual. “Just stay behind me a bit. I’ll block the view.”

He shifted his stance so his broader frame was more between you and the beach, acting like you two were just chatting casually. The friend on shore called out again, voice carrying over the waves.

“You guys okay? Need help with something?”

Jungwon forced a laugh, waving one hand above the water like nothing was wrong. “We’re good! Y/N dropped an earring, we’re just looking for it real quick. Go eat, we’ll be there soon!”

The friend hesitated for a second but eventually shrugged and turned back toward the tables, flashlight bobbing away. The moment the light disappeared, you let out a shaky breath and pressed your forehead against Jungwon’s chest, mortified.

“I’m never going swimming again,” you groaned. “This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Jungwon let out a soft, nervous chuckle, his hand still on your waist. You could feel his heartbeat racing under your cheek.

“Yeah… well, at least you told me before I accidentally… you know.” He cleared his throat, clearly still flustered. “We’ll find it. Or… I can go back to shore and get you a towel or my shirt or something. Just say the word.”

His thumb brushed lightly against your skin underwater—probably an accident, but it made your breath hitch anyway. He was trying so hard to be respectful, keeping his eyes on your face, but the situation was impossibly intimate with the warm water moving between your bare bodies.

You stayed glued to him, too embarrassed to pull away yet, the waves gently rocking you both.

“…Thank you for not freaking out more,” you mumbled against him. “Even though I’m dying inside right now.”

You pressed yourself closer to him, voice low and shaky as the waves gently rocked your bodies together.

“Let’s just keep searching please… I can’t go back there bare, Jungwon,” you whispered urgently, cheeks burning. “And stop thinking shit. Right now.”

Jungwon’s eyes widened for a second, then he let out a soft, surprised laugh despite the tension. His dimples appeared again, though his face was still flushed.

“I’m not— I wasn’t—” he stammered, clearly caught off guard. He quickly looked away toward the dark water, one hand still resting carefully on your waist underwater while the other started sweeping through the sand and water around you. “Okay, okay. Searching. Got it.”

He cleared his throat, trying to focus. The arm around your back tightened just a little to keep you steady and shielded against him as the two of you slowly moved together, feet carefully feeling along the bottom.

“Fuck, the current must’ve taken it further than I thought,” he muttered, eyes scanning the water while staying hyper-aware of how tightly you were pressed to his side. Every small wave pushed your bare hips and thighs against his swim trunks, making the situation even more impossible to ignore.

You kept one hand on his chest for balance, the other searching desperately beneath the surface with him. The warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart under your palm only made your own pulse race faster.

Jungwon glanced down at your face, his voice quieter now.

“I’m not thinking anything weird,” he said, though the slight crack in his voice betrayed him. “I’m just… trying not to think about the fact that you’re completely naked right next to me and I’m supposed to act normal.”

He gave you a small, sheepish smile, dimples deepening as he added teasingly, “But you’re making it really hard when you keep clinging to me like this and telling me not to think shit.”

A slightly stronger wave rolled in, pressing you flush against him for a moment. You both froze. Jungwon’s breath hitched and his fingers flexed against your bare waist.

“Shit— sorry,” he whispered quickly, though he didn’t pull away. “You okay?”

He kept searching with his free hand, moving slowly with you in the chest-deep water, bodies staying close for cover.

“Tell me if you feel anything with your feet,” he said, trying to stay focused. “We’ll find it. Just… stay against me so no one sees anything if they look this way.”

His voice dropped even lower, almost playful despite everything.

“And I’ll try my best not to think… shit.”

He gave you a quick, embarrassed side-eye, the corner of his mouth twitching into a tiny smirk.

You shifted slightly against Jungwon, careful not to drift too far from the shield of his body. The water swirled around your bare skin as you moved, toes still sweeping the sandy bottom in slow arcs.

“Wait… wait, I think I finally found it,” you whispered urgently, eyes locking onto a dark, shadowy shape floating a short distance away, barely visible in the indigo water. It looked the right size—small, dark fabric drifting with the current. Hope surged through you. “There! That has to be it.”

You pulled away from Jungwon just enough to reach for it, stretching one arm out while keeping your other hand braced on his chest for balance. Your heart raced with relief.

Jungwon’s hand stayed lightly on your waist, steadying you. “Be careful—”

Before you could grab it, another wave rolled in—stronger this time. It crashed against your side without warning, knocking you off balance and pushing you straight into Jungwon’s chest. Your bare breasts pressed flush against him through the thin, wet fabric of your bikini top as the water surged up between your bodies.

You gasped, instinctively wrapping both arms around his neck to keep from slipping under. At the same moment, your fingers finally closed around the floating object.

It wasn’t your bikini bottom.

The slimy, stringy texture wrapped around your fingers like cold tentacles. Seaweed. Just a clump of dark, tangled seaweed that had been drifting in the current.

“Ugh—!” you groaned in pure frustration, immediately throwing it away from you like it had burned you. “It’s just seaweed! Fucking hell…”

The wave had pushed you completely against Jungwon now. Your bare hips and thighs were pressed tightly to his front, the thin material of his swim trunks doing almost nothing to hide the sudden, unmistakable warmth and firmness you felt there. His hand had slipped lower on your waist in the chaos, fingers splayed across the curve of your hip, skin on skin.

Jungwon froze, breath catching sharply in his throat. His arms instinctively wrapped around you to keep both of you steady, one hand on your lower back, the other still gripping your hip. You could feel his heartbeat hammering wildly against your chest.

“Shit—Y/N,” he breathed out, voice low and strained right beside your ear. His dimples were gone again, replaced by a deep flush that spread across his cheeks and up to his ears. He tried to keep still, but you both felt the way his body reacted to the sudden full contact, the waves still rocking you gently together.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, mortified and shivering despite the warm water.

“I’m sorry… I really thought that was it,” you mumbled against his wet skin, voice shaky with embarrassment. Your legs brushed against his again as another small wave hit, making you cling tighter without thinking. “This is a nightmare. I’m never drinking and swimming again.”

Jungwon let out a shaky, nervous laugh, his breath warm against your temple. His fingers flexed slightly on your bare hip before he forced them to relax, clearly fighting for control.

“You’re killing me here,” he whispered, half-teasing, half-serious. “Seaweed… of course it’s seaweed. Because tonight can’t get any worse for you.”

He didn’t pull away though. Instead, he kept you shielded against him, his broader frame blocking any possible view from the shore. One of his hands rubbed a slow, soothing circle on your lower back—innocent, but the touch sent little sparks across your exposed skin.

“Still no sign of it?” he asked softly, glancing around at the dark water while keeping you close. His voice had dropped even lower, a little rougher now. “We can keep looking… or I can carry you back to shore like this if you want. My shirt’s on the sand. I’ll wrap it around you.”

He paused, swallowing hard as another wave pressed you closer again.

“…Just tell me what you need right now.”

His dimples finally peeked through again in a small, flustered smile, even as his ears stayed bright red.

You closed your eyes tightly, forehead still pressed against Jungwon’s neck as the warm waves rocked your bodies together.

“Shit… let me think first,” you whispered, voice shaky and barely audible over the gentle lapping of the water.

Jungwon stayed perfectly still, holding you securely against him. His arms remained wrapped around you — one hand splayed across your bare lower back, the other resting carefully on your hip under the surface. You could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest against yours, his heartbeat just as frantic as your own.

He didn’t say anything at first, just let you have the moment. The closeness was overwhelming. Every small movement of the sea pushed your completely bare lower half against the front of his swim trunks, and you could feel how affected he was. His skin was hot despite the cool night water.

After a few seconds, Jungwon spoke softly, his breath brushing your ear.

“Okay… take your time,” he murmured, voice low and a little hoarse. “I’ve got you. No one can see anything.”

His thumb unconsciously traced a small, soothing line along your hip bone, then stopped as if he realized what he was doing. He cleared his throat quietly.

“I can feel you panicking,” he added gently, trying to lighten the mood even while clearly flustered himself. “Just breathe. We’ll figure this out.”

He shifted slightly, making sure his body continued to completely shield yours from the shore. The movement caused your bare thighs to slide against his again, and you both tensed at the same time.

Jungwon let out a shaky breath, resting his chin lightly on top of your head.

“…You’re really not making this easy for me, you know,” he whispered, half-teasing, half-honest. “Standing here like this with you completely naked from the waist down, clinging to me…”

He trailed off, swallowing hard.

“But I’m not complaining. I mean— I am, but not really. Fuck. I’ll shut up now.”

He stayed quiet after that, simply holding you close while you kept your eyes closed, trying to think of a way out of this humiliating situation. the night air felt cooler on your wet shoulders, and the distant sound of your friends laughing and eating at the tables only made everything feel more real.

His hand on your back rubbed another slow, careful circle, warm and steady.

“Whatever you decide,” he said softly against your hair, “I’m right here with you.”

You closed your eyes tighter for one last second, heart slamming against your ribs.

“I’m going to regret this,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him.

Then you finally lifted your head and looked at him.

Jungwon was staring down at you, eyes dark and wide in the low indigo light, lips slightly parted like he was about to say something. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, and his cheeks were still flushed. The moment your gazes locked, something in the air shifted.

Before you could overthink it any longer, you surged up and kissed him.

Your lips crashed against his—soft, urgent, and a little clumsy from nerves. Jungwon froze for half a second, a sharp intake of breath against your mouth. Then he melted.

His arms tightened around you instantly, one hand sliding up your bare back while the other gripped your hip harder, pulling you flush against him. He kissed you back like he’d been holding back the entire time, deep and hungry, a low groan vibrating in his throat.

the waves rocked your bodies together as you kissed, your bare chest pressing against his through the thin bikini top, your completely naked lower half sliding against the front of his swim trunks. You could feel him getting harder by the second, the heat of him unmistakable even in the water.

Jungwon tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing yours with a shy eagerness that quickly turned desperate. One of his hands moved down, cupping your bare ass under the water for a moment before he caught himself and slid it back up to your waist, breathing heavily through his nose.

When you finally pulled back for air, both of you were panting.

“Fuck…” Jungwon breathed out, forehead resting against yours. His eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown, dimples nowhere in sight. “Y/N…”

He looked dazed, like he couldn’t believe what just happened. His fingers flexed on your bare skin, gripping a little tighter as another wave pushed you even closer.

“You’re really trying to kill me tonight, huh?” he whispered, voice rough and shaky. A tiny, breathless laugh escaped him. “First you lose your bottoms… then you kiss me like that while you’re completely naked against me…”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to your lips again before forcing them back up.

“You’re not gonna regret it,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you again, slower this time, softer but still full of heat. His hand slid down your side, tracing the curve of your waist and hip under the water, careful but clearly tempted.

His free hand gently cupped the back of your neck as he kissed you deeper, the warm sea water still swirling teasingly between your bare thighs.

You kissed him back without hesitation.

Your arms wrapped tighter around his neck as you pressed your lips to his again, deeper this time, pouring all the adrenaline, embarrassment, and sudden heat into it. Jungwon groaned softly into your mouth, the sound low and needy, sending a shiver down your spine.

You tilted your head, parting your lips and letting your tongue meet his. The kiss quickly turned hungry — wet, urgent, and messy in the best way. Every wave that rolled through pushed your bare body flush against him, your hips rolling unintentionally against the hard bulge straining in his swim trunks. The thin fabric did nothing to hide how much he wanted you.

Jungwon’s hands roamed. One stayed firmly on your bare ass, squeezing gently as he pulled you even closer, while the other slid up your back and tangled in your wet hair. He kissed you like he was starving, breathing heavily through his nose, occasionally breaking just enough to gasp your name against your lips.

“God… Y/N…” he whispered hoarsely between kisses, voice wrecked. His dimples flashed for a split second when he pulled back to look at you, with want. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

You answered by kissing him harder, nipping at his bottom lip before soothing it with your tongue. One of your hands slid down his chest, feeling the rapid thud of his heartbeat under your palm. The water swirled teasingly between your thighs, the cool current contrasting with the burning heat where your bodies pressed together.

Jungwon’s grip on your ass tightened as he rocked his hips forward once, grinding against you slowly. A quiet, shaky moan escaped him.

“Fuck… we should probably stop,” he breathed, even as he chased your lips for another kiss, contradicting himself instantly. “But I really, really don’t want to…”

He rested his forehead against yours, both of you panting. His hand gently caressed your bare hip under the water, thumb stroking the sensitive skin.

His eyes flicked to your lips again, hungry.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, brushing his nose against yours. “Because if you keep kissing me back like this… I’m not gonna be able to think straight much longer.”

You kissed him again, desperate and breathless, before pulling back just enough to whisper against his lips.

“Fuck… it. I want it, Jungwon… please.”

Your voice came out needy and embarrassed all at once. The moment the words left your mouth, Jungwon’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened, pupils swallowing the warm brown as he stared at you like he was trying to make sure he heard you right.

“Shit… are you serious?” he breathed, voice low. His hands tightened on your bare waist and ass, fingers digging in possessively.

You nodded, cheeks burning, and kissed him harder instead of answering with words. That was all the confirmation he needed.

Jungwon groaned into your mouth, the sound deep and unrestrained. In one swift motion, he pulled you even closer, lifting you slightly so your legs wrapped around his waist underwater. The hard length of him pressed right against your bare core through his swim trunks, hot and throbbing. You both moaned at the contact.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he panted between kisses, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh while the other supported your back. “You’re really gonna let me have you like this? Right here?”

He didn’t wait for another answer. He kissed you like he was losing control — deep, messy, and hungry. His hips rolled forward, grinding his clothed cock slowly against your exposed pussy, the thin fabric and the water creating a teasing, slippery friction that made your toes curl.

You gasped into his mouth every time he rocked against your clit. One of his hands slipped between your bodies, fingers brushing over your bare folds, teasing your entrance before circling your swollen clit with careful, gentle strokes.

“So wet already…” he whispered against your lips, voice shaky with arousal. “And not just from the sea.”

He pushed one finger inside you slowly, then another, curling them just right while his thumb kept rubbing your clit. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking and biting softly at the sensitive skin as he fingered you under the water, eager.

“Jungwon…” you moaned quietly, clinging to his shoulders, rolling your hips against his hand.

He pulled his fingers out after a moment, breathing hard. With quick, clumsy movements, he shoved the front of his swim trunks down just enough to free himself. His cock sprang up, hard and heavy against your stomach for a second before he guided it between your thighs.

He looked at you, eyes hazy with lust but still checking.

“You sure?” he whispered, brushing his tip along your slick folds. “Tell me if it’s too much…”

Instead of answering, you rolled your hips down, taking the head of his cock inside you.

Jungwon cursed loudly, burying his face in your neck as he pushed in deeper, inch by inch, stretching you open in the warm water. The feeling was intense — the sea swirling around your joined bodies, the risk of your friends still nearby, the pure heat of him filling you.

“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned, voice breaking. Once he bottomed out, he held still for a second, trembling, then started moving — slow, deep thrusts that made the water ripple around you.

He kissed you again, swallowing your moans as he fucked you in the chest-deep water, one hand gripping your ass to help guide your movements while the other kept you steady against him.

“Quiet, baby… they’ll hear us,” he whispered teasingly against your ear, even as his thrusts grew a little harder, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every roll of his hips.

His dimples flashed in a wrecked, breathless smile.

“You really lost your bikini bottom and ended up riding me in the sea… best worst night ever.”

He kissed you deeply again, picking up the pace, the sound of water splashing softly between your bodies mixing with your shared heavy breathing.

You whimpered softly against his neck as he thrust deeper into you, the stretch and the slick drag of his cock making your whole body tremble.

“Jungwon…” you moaned, voice breathy and broken. “Kiss me— please, kiss me…”

Jungwon didn’t hesitate. He crashed his lips onto yours instantly, swallowing your next moan as he kissed you hard and deep. His tongue slid against yours, tasting every desperate sound you made while his hips kept rolling steadily, fucking you with slow, deliberate thrusts that made the water ripple around your joined bodies.

You moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating between your lips as pleasure shot through you with every drag of his cock against that sweet spot inside. Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him even deeper.

“Mmm— fuck…” you whimpered when he pulled back just enough to let you breathe, your forehead pressed to his. Another moan slipped out as he angled his hips and hit deeper. “Jungwon… feels so good…”

He groaned lowly, the sound rough and strained as he kissed you again, messier this time — teeth grazing your bottom lip, tongue licking into your mouth like he wanted to devour every moan and whimper.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered hotly against your lips, even as he thrust harder, one hand gripping your ass to control the rhythm. “You’re moaning so loud… they’re gonna hear you if you keep that up.”

But even as he said it, he angled his hips again just to draw another broken moan from you. His breathing was ragged, dimples flashing for a split second in a wrecked smile before he kissed you once more, muffling your sounds as best he could.

Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge — the warm water swirling around your bare skin, his cock stretching you open, the thrill of being completely exposed and fucked right here in the sea.

You moaned his name again into his mouth, fingers digging into his shoulders as your walls clenched around him.

Jungwon cursed under his breath, hips stuttering for a moment.

“Keep moaning like that and I’m not gonna last…” he panted against your lips, voice husky. “Fuck, you feel too good.”

He kissed you deeper, slower, savoring every whimper and moan that spilled from you while he continued thrusting steadily, grinding against your clit with every roll of his hips.

You whimpered more, the sounds spilling helplessly from your lips as your body trembled against him. “Jungwon… Jungwon—” His name came out like a broken chant, each thrust driving it out of you. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core, overwhelming. You slapped his shoulder weakly, nails digging into his wet skin. “I’m— I’m gonna cum—”

Jungwon’s breath hitched hard at your words, his hips stuttering for a second before he picked up the pace, driving deeper into you with focused, rolling thrusts that made the water splash softly between your bodies. His grip on your ass tightened, fingers pressing into your bare skin as he held you exactly where he wanted you.

“Fuck, yes— cum for me, baby,” he groaned against your ear, voice low and wrecked, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Let me feel you. Come on.”

He angled his hips just right, grinding against your clit with every deep stroke while his cock dragged perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. The water swirled around your joined bodies, cool currents teasing your heated skin and making everything feel slicker, more intense.

Your moans grew higher, and you buried your face in his neck to muffle them as best you could, but it was getting impossible. Your walls fluttered and clenched hard around him, thighs shaking around his waist as the orgasm crashed over you.

“Jungwon—!” you cried out softly, body seizing up as waves of pleasure ripped through you. Your pussy pulsed and squeezed him rhythmically, gushing around his cock in the water. You clung to him desperately, nails raking down his back, hips jerking against him as you rode it out.

Jungwon cursed under his breath, eyes squeezing shut as he felt you come undone around him. “Shit— so tight… so fucking good—” He kept thrusting through your orgasm, slower but deep, drawing it out until your whimpers turned into shaky gasps. His own breathing was ragged, chest heaving against yours.

Only when your body started to relax he let himself go. He buried his face in your neck, groaning your name like a prayer as his hips snapped forward a few more times. With a deep, muffled moan, he came hard inside you, pulsing and spilling warmth that mixed with the sea water around you. His arms wrapped around you, holding you flush against him as he trembled through his release.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the gentle lapping of the waves. Jungwon stayed buried inside you, softening slowly, his hands gently stroking your back and hip under the water.

“Fuck…” he whispered eventually, voice hoarse and dazed. He pulled back just enough to look at you, forehead resting against yours. His cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy, and a tired but genuine dimpled smile broke across his face. “You okay? That was… insane.”

You nodded weakly, still catching your breath, legs still loosely wrapped around him. The reality of what just happened slowly started sinking back in — the beach, your friends, your missing bikini bottom — but the warmth of his body against yours made it hard to care right away.

Jungwon kissed you softly, slow and sweet this time, then rested his chin on top of your head.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “We’ll find your bottoms… or I’ll carry you out and wrap you in my shirt. No one’s seeing anything. Just stay with me a little longer like this.”

His hand slid down to gently caress your thigh, thumb tracing lazy patterns on your skin as the waves rocked you both together.

“Best worst night ever,” he added with a soft, breathless laugh, echoing his earlier words, dimples deepening as he pressed another kiss to your temple.

the waves continued their gentle rhythm around you, but the world felt quieter now. Jungwon’s arms stayed locked around your waist, holding you securely against his chest as both of you came down from the high. His breathing was still uneven, warm puffs against your damp hair. Inside you, he had softened, but he made no move to pull out yet, as if reluctant to break the connection.

You kept your face hidden in the crook of his neck, cheeks burning hotter than they had all night. The reality of what you’d just done crashed over you in slow, relentless waves.

You had sex with Jungwon. In the ocean. While your friends were eating dinner less than thirty meters away.

A shaky, embarrassed laugh bubbled up before you could stop it. “I can’t believe we… I just…” Your voice cracked. You slapped his shoulder again, this time weaker, more playful than anything. “You were supposed to help me find my bikini, not… this”

Jungwon let out a soft, breathless chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. His dimples appeared, but they were softer now, One of his hands rubbed slow circles on your bare back, soothing.

“Yeah… I was definitely not expecting my night to end with me buried inside you in the middle of the sea,” he murmured, voice still husky. He pulled back just enough to look at your face, his eyes searching yours in the dim indigo light. “You okay? Like… really okay?”

You nodded, but your gaze dropped to his collarbone. The embarrassment was thick in your throat. “I feel like I should be mortified. I am mortified. I lost my bottoms, practically begged you to fuck me, and now I’m still wrapped around you like… like this.” Your legs were still loosely hooked around his hips, your bare core pressed warmly against him. “What if they heard us? What if someone comes looking again?”

Jungwon’s expression softened further. He tucked a wet strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering on your cheek.

“I don’t think they heard,” he said gently. “We were pretty quiet… mostly.” A teasing glint flickered in his eyes, but it was laced with affection. “And even if they did, I’ll take the blame. I’ll say I was teaching you how to body surf or some bullshit.”

You snorted, half-laughing as you pressed your forehead to his again. The closeness felt different now — not just heated lust, but something terrifyingly intimate.

“Jungwon…” you whispered, suddenly serious. “We just crossed a huge line. You’re my friend. One of my closest friends. And I… I basically jumped you while I was naked and panicking.”

He was quiet for a moment, his hand still stroking your back. Then he exhaled slowly.

“I wanted it too,” he admitted, voice low. “Probably more than I should’ve. When you kissed me… I couldn’t hold back anymore.” He swallowed, eyes flicking away for a second before returning to yours. “I’ve thought about you like this before. More than once. I just never thought it would happen like this"

Your heart stuttered. The confession hung between you, heavier than the water surrounding your bodies.

“So… what now?” you asked quietly, vulnerability creeping into your tone. “Was this just… adrenaline? Heat of the moment because I was naked and scared and you were being sweet and hot and right there?”

Jungwon shook his head slowly. His arms tightened around you, protective.

“It wasn’t just that.” He brushed his nose against yours, then kissed you —surprisingly gentle after how desperate the earlier kisses had been. When he pulled back, his dimples were back. “I like you, Y/N. A lot. I’ve liked you for a while. This just… accelerated everything by about a hundred years.”

Relief and warmth bloomed in your chest, mixing with the lingering embarrassment. You let out a shaky breath and hugged him tighter, burying your face in his neck again.

“I like you too, idiot,” you mumbled against his skin. “I just didn’t expect to confess while your dick was still inside me and my bikini bottom is probably halfway to another island by now.”

Jungwon laughed — a real, bright laugh that made his shoulders shake. The sound eased some of the tension in your body.

“God, this is so us,” he said, still chuckling. “Chaotic as hell.” He finally eased out of you carefully, He kept you close though, one arm around your waist, the other adjusting his swim trunks under the water.

He looked at you seriously again, the playful dimples fading into something more earnest.

“Are you regretting it?” he asked, voice careful. “Because if you are, we can pretend it never happened. Or… figure it out slowly.”

You shook your head immediately, reaching up to cup his flushed cheek.

“No regrets,” you whispered. “It was terrifying and embarrassing and… really fucking good.” Your lips curved into a shy smile. “I’m just scared it’ll make things weird between us. Or with the group.”

Jungwon leaned in and kissed your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your mouth.

“We’ll be okay,” he promised softly. “We’ll find your stupid bikini bottom, I’ll sneak you back to shore wrapped in my shirt like a burrito, and tomorrow we can talk properly. Just… us.”

He paused, then added with a mischievous little smirk, “Though I might tease you about this for the rest of our lives.”

You groaned and lightly smacked his chest, but you were smiling now too. The panic and shame were still there, sitting in your stomach like a knot, but they were loosening — replaced by a fluttering warmness.

Eventually, Jungwon sighed. “We should probably head back before they send a search party. You ready?”

You nodded, heart still racing but steadier now.

“Yeah. Just… don’t let go of me until we’re covered.”

You groaned softly as one of your friends nudged your mattress with their foot. “Yo, get up already! We’re all making breakfast. Don’t be the last one lazing around.”

You sighed deeply, still buried under your Hello Kitty blanket. “I’m still feeling sleepy…” you mumbled, voice hoarse from the night.

Your friend just laughed and walked off. You peeked out from under the blanket and immediately locked eyes with Jake.

He was still sitting there with that stupid mug in his hands, watching you with the same mischievous, knowing smirk from your dream. Your cheeks burned. You glared at him hard, eyes narrowed like you could murder him with a look.

Jake only raised an eyebrow and mouthed silently, “Morning, Mommy~” before taking another slow sip of his coffee, clearly enjoying your reaction way too much.

Asshole.

You yanked the blanket off and stood up from the mattress, damnit. The second you were on your feet, you paused for a second… waiting. But there was nothing. No soreness between your legs. No sticky mess. No ache. Your shorts and shirt were completely dry and normal. Just a slightly warm, lingering throb from the dream that was already fading.

Shit… it was just your fucking wet dream. Damn it.

You ran a hand through your messy hair, embarrassed at yourself, and quickly walked past Jake without another word. He quietly chuckled behind you, but you ignored him and headed straight to the kitchen area where the rest of the squad was gathered.

Some were brewing more coffee, others were munching on sliced bread with spreads or whatever snacks were left from last night. The morning light was soft, and the rain had completely stopped, leaving everything outside fresh and damp.

One of your friends turned to you with a grin, holding up a mug. “Coffee? You look like you need it. Rough night?”

You forced a casual shrug, trying to play it cool even though your face still felt hot. “Yeah… the thunder was loud,” you muttered, grabbing a piece of bread.

Behind you, you could already feel Jake’s presence as he wandered into the kitchen too. He leaned against the counter nearby, way too close, and spoke loud enough for only you to hear.

“Thunder, huh?” he whispered teasingly, voice low and smooth like last night. “Or was it something else keeping you up… Mommy?”

You shot him another sharp glare and elbowed him lightly in the ribs as you reached for the coffee pot.

“Shut up, Jake,” you hissed under your breath.

He just grinned wider, clearly not planning to let you live this down anytime soon.

You grabbed your mug of coffee and muttered under your breath, loud enough for only Jake to hear.

“Stop calling me Mommy.”

Jake nearly choked on his sip of coffee. He quickly recovered, setting the mug down on the counter with a soft clink as that signature annoying smirk stretched across his face again.

He leaned in closer, pretending to reach for a slice of bread while whispering right beside your ear, voice low and teasing.

“Aww, but you liked it so much last night~”

He pulled back just enough to look at your face, eyes sparkling with pure mischief.

“Especially when you were squirming under that Hello Kitty blanket, breathing all heavy and—”

You elbowed him harder this time. Jake laughed quietly, rubbing his side but clearly not sorry at all.

“Relax,” he whispered, glancing around to make sure the others were still busy chatting and eating. “No one can hear me. But damn… you’re cute when you’re flustered and trying to act tough.”

He took a bite of bread, chewing slowly while watching you with that knowing look.

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop…” he said, pausing for dramatic effect before adding even softer, “Mommy.”

You shot him a death glare. Jake just grinned wider, looking way too pleased with himself as he sipped his coffee like he hadn’t just said it again.

The rest of the squad was completely oblivious, laughing about something else in the background.

Jake leaned against the counter next to you, voice dropping back to that smooth, husky tone from your dream.

“So… you gonna keep pretending it was just the thunder that kept you up all night?”

You took a slow sip of your hot coffee, then raised an eyebrow at Jake, giving him the most unimpressed look you could muster.

“You’re delusional,” you said flatly, keeping your voice low so the others wouldn’t hear. “I didn’t think of you at all. Stop calling me Mommy before I snap.”

Jake’s eyes widened for a split second, then that wicked, knowing grin returned full force. He looked far too amused for someone who just got shot down. Deep down, his curiosity was eating him alive. He was 99% sure you had been touching yourself last night after his teasing — he had seen the movement under the blanket, heard that tiny whimper. But watching you deny it so aggressively only made him want to push harder.

“Delusional, huh?” he whispered, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, still smirking. “Alright, Mommy—”

You shot him a murderous glare.

He chuckled softly and raised both hands in mock surrender. “Kidding. I’ll behave… for now.”

You didn’t bother replying. You grabbed another piece of bread and walked out of the kitchen, heading back to the living room. Most of the squad was still scattered around, some on their phones, a couple folding blankets. You dropped down onto the couch, picked up the remote, and switched on the TV to some random morning news channel.

The anchor was talking about the weather — apparently the storm last night was pretty bad in some areas. You tried to focus on the screen, hoping Jake would finally leave you alone.

But of course, he didn’t.

A few minutes later, Jake strolled into the living room with his own mug and plopped down on the couch right next to you, closer than necessary. He stretched his arm along the back of the couch, almost behind your shoulders, and pretended to watch the news for about ten seconds before leaning over.

“So… we’re all going to the swimming pool later, right?” he asked casually, loud enough for the others to hear and nod in agreement. Then his voice dropped again, just for you. “are you gonna wear something cute?”

He gave you a quick side glance, that mischievous sparkle still in his eyes.

“Bet you look good in a swimsuit… Mommy.”

He said the last word so quietly you almost missed it, but the way he emphasized it made your stomach flip.

You kept staring at the TV, refusing to look at him, even though your ears were starting to feel hot again.

Jake just sipped his coffee, looking way too satisfied with himself, already wondering how much more he could tease you once you were all at the pool.

Later that afternoon, the whole squad arrived at the private swimming pool area. The sun was bright and hot, the water sparkling under the clear sky after last night’s heavy rain. Music played from a portable speaker, and the smell of barbecue slowly filled the air.

You were still busy helping at the barbecue station — flipping meat, arranging plates, and preparing sides. You hadn’t even stepped into the pool yet.

You were wearing a black textured triangle bikini set with delicate white lace trim and tiny bow details. The halter-style top tied neatly behind your neck and back, pushing your chest up nicely, while the high-cut bottoms had adjustable side ties that sat teasingly high on your hips, making your legs look longer. It was cute but undeniably sexy.

You could feel eyes on you every time you moved around the table.

Especially Jake’s.

He had just come back from the pool, water still dripping down his toned chest and abs. His hair was wet and messy as he walked straight toward the barbecue area where you were working. He grabbed a cold drink from the cooler, but instead of walking away, he leaned against the table right next to you, eyes shamelessly roaming over your body.

“Damn…” he muttered under his breath, low enough that only you could hear. “Didn’t know you were hiding that under the Hello Kitty blanket.”

He took a sip of his drink, smirking as his gaze lingered on the tiny white bows on your bikini bottoms.

“You look good, Mommy.”

You shot him a sharp glare and lightly smacked his arm with the tongs you were holding.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” you hissed quietly, flipping a few pieces of chicken a bit more aggressively than necessary.

Jake just chuckled, completely unbothered. He stepped a little closer, pretending to help by grabbing a plate while his voice dropped even lower.

“Can’t help it. You’re out here looking like that and expecting me to behave?” His eyes flicked down to the side ties of your bikini bottoms. “Those strings look real easy to pull… Just saying.”

You felt your face heat up under the sun. Before you could snap back at him, one of your friends called out from the pool.

“Yoi! Come on, you’ve been cooking the whole time! Leave the food for a bit and swim already!”

Jake grinned wider, tilting his head at you.

“Yeah… come swim with me, Mommy~” he whispered teasingly, voice smooth and playful. “I’ll even behave… maybe. Unless you want me to keep helping you with that other kind of hunger later.”

He gave you one last lingering look, eyes dark with mischief, before stepping back slightly, waiting to see if you’d finally leave the barbecue station.

You finally gave in after your friends kept calling you over. You wiped your hands, left the barbecue station, and walked toward the pool edge.

The sun felt hot on your skin as you slowly stepped into the water. It was refreshingly cool after standing in the heat for so long. You waded in carefully, the water rising from your ankles… to your knees… to your thighs…

You kept going deeper, joining the rest of the squad who were laughing and splashing around. But the pool floor suddenly sloped down sharper than you expected.

“Shit…” you muttered under your breath as the water quickly reached your waist, then your chest in just a few steps. You weren’t the strongest swimmer, and the depth caught you off guard.

Before you could back up, a familiar voice came from right behind you.

“Need help, Mommy~?”

Jake appeared beside you in the water, his hair still damp, a cocky grin plastered on his face. He was tall enough that the water only reached just below his chest, while it was already brushing the bottom of your bikini top.

He moved closer, his arm lightly brushing against yours underwater.

“Looks like someone didn’t check how deep it gets over here,” he teased, voice low. His eyes dropped for a second, watching how the water made your black bikini cling to your body.

“You gonna keep pretending you’re fine or do you want me to hold you?”

He smirked, clearly enjoying the situation way too much. One of his hands hovered near your waist under the water, not touching you yet, but close enough that you could feel the warmth of it.

“Careful… wouldn’t want you to drown while you’re looking this good.”

The rest of your friends were busy splashing and playing a bit further away, not paying attention to the two of you. Jake tilted his head, eyes sparkling with mischief as he waited for your reaction.

Water droplets ran down his chest as he stepped even closer.

“So… what’s it gonna be?” he whispered, voice dropping into that smooth, husky tone again. “You hate me, right? Or are you gonna let me keep you afloat… Mommy?”

“What?” you snapped, half-shocked and half-annoyed at his dirty whisper.

You quickly twisted in his arms and splashed a big wave of water straight into his face.

Jake laughed, eyes squeezing shut as water hit him. “Hey—!” He loosened his grip just enough for you to slip away, but he was still grinning like an idiot.

Just then, the rest of the squad started getting rowdy. Someone turned the music up, and soon everyone was splashing around, playing, and shouting. You felt yourself relaxing a little. The cool water and loud laughter made it easier to push aside the embarrassment from last night’s dream and Jake’s nonstop teasing.

You even started playing along — splashing a couple of your friends and laughing when they chased you through the water.

Then one of your friends yelled, “Okay okay! Let’s play push and pull! Pairs only!”

Everyone started pairing up excitedly. The game was simple but chaotic, two people per team, one person on the other’s back or holding them, then trying to push or pull the opposing pair to make them lose balance and fall into the water.

Your friend pointed at you and Jake. “You two! You’re a pair since you’re already together!”

Jake immediately swam up beside you with a dangerous smirk.

“Looks like fate, Mommy,” he said under his breath so only you could hear. His eyes shamelessly dropped to your wet bikini again, lingering on the little white bows.

You glared at him. “Don’t even start.”

But it was too late. The others were already forming teams and cheering. Jake moved closer, lowering his voice while pretending to get into position.

“So… you riding my back, or am I carrying you?” He tilted his head, water dripping from his hair. “Though I wouldn’t mind you wrapping your legs around me either way~”

He gave you that signature teasing look, waiting for your answer while the others started counting down to start the first round.

The sun was shining bright, water sparkling, and Jake looked way too happy about being paired with you.

“Haha, don’t think much about it,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Now let me up. Though I might try to strangle you if you keep being annoying.”

Jake grinned, clearly thrilled. “Yes ma’am~”

The other team was already set — one guy carrying his partner on his shoulders while she sat on a floating inflatable ring, laughing loudly. They looked steady and ready.

“Shit…” you muttered.

With no time left, you moved quickly. Jake dipped down in the water, and you climbed onto him, swinging your legs over his shoulders and wrapping them securely around his neck. Your thighs pressed against the sides of his head as you settled on his shoulders, your black bikini bottoms right against the back of his neck.

Jake straightened up smoothly, hands gripping your thighs firmly to keep you balanced. The water only reached his upper chest now, making you sit quite high.

“Fuck…” he breathed out, voice low enough that only you could hear. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs as he adjusted his grip. “This position is dangerous, Mommy.”

You lightly smacked the top of his head. “Shut up.”

He chuckled, the vibration traveling straight between your legs. One of his hands slowly stroked the outside of your thigh under the water.

“Relax… I’ve got you,” he said, but his tone was anything but innocent. “Though with your legs wrapped around my neck like this… I’m not complaining at all.”

The game started.

Your friends shouted “Go!” and the other pair immediately charged toward you. Jake tightened his hold on your thighs and moved forward, keeping you steady on his shoulders. Every step made your body rock slightly, your wet pussy pressing more against the back of his neck through the thin bikini fabric.

Jake leaned his head back just a little, whispering teasingly as he braced for the first push.

“Try not to get too wet up there… or at least don’t blame me if you do.”

He smirked as he pushed back against the other team, his strong hands squeezing your thighs for support while you tried to push their partner off balance.

the game dragged on way longer than expected — chaotic splashing, shouting, multiple rounds, and lots of near-falls. Your thighs were starting to burn from gripping his shoulders so tightly, and Jake’s hands never left your legs, squeezing and adjusting his grip every time he moved.

After what felt like hours, the game finally ended. Everyone was laughing and exhausted, slowly breaking apart.

You stayed on Jake’s shoulders for a few more seconds, catching your breath. Then you tapped his head.

“Down.”

Jake lowered himself smoothly in the water so you could swing your leg over and slide off him. As you got down, your body brushed against his — chest, stomach, then hips — before your feet touched the pool floor.

The moment you were off, Jake turned to face you, water dripping down his face and chest. He looked annoyingly smug.

You wiped water from your face and muttered, “I’m hungry.”

Jake’s smirk deepened. He stepped closer in the water, teasing.

“Hungry, huh?” His eyes slowly dragged down your body, lingering on your wet bikini and the way the fabric clung to your skin. “For food… or something else?”

He moved even closer until you could feel the heat from his body.

“C’mon, I’ll walk with you back to the barbecue. Wouldn’t want you to starve after riding me so well for that long~”

He gave you a wink and lightly placed his hand on your lower back, guiding you toward the shallow end and the pool steps.

Before you could snap at him, he leaned in one last time and whispered.

“By the way… your thighs were squeezing my neck pretty hard back there. Sure it was just the game?”

He chuckled softly, clearly still in full teasing mode as you both got out of the pool together. walked over to the barbecue and food table. The smell of grilled meat and the fresh spread on the table made your stomach growl. There were plates of barbecue chicken and sausages, plus a big bowl of fresh fruit — sliced watermelon, mangoes, grapes, and pineapple.

You grabbed a plate and started putting some food on it when Jake followed right behind you, still dripping wet, standing way too close.

He opened his mouth, probably about to say something dirty again, but you quickly turned and hissed under your breath.

“Shut up… before they freaking hear your freaky shit.”

Jake bit his lip to hold back a laugh, eyes shining with amusement. He leaned against the table beside you, pretending to reach for some watermelon while whispering.

“My freaky shit?” He tilted his head, smirking. “You’re the one who was squeezing my head with your thighs for almost an hour, Mommy. I’m just appreciating the view.”

He popped a piece of pineapple into his mouth, chewing slowly while his eyes shamelessly scanned your body again — especially the way your wet black bikini was still clinging to your curves.

“Relax,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “No one’s paying attention to us. They’re all busy eating and playing music.”

He stepped a little closer, his arm brushing yours as he reached for more fruit.

“But since you’re so worried… I’ll be quiet.” He leaned in, lips almost touching your ear. “I’ll just keep thinking about how good your thighs felt around my neck instead.”

Jake pulled back with an innocent expression, but the wicked grin on his face completely ruined it. He handed you a fork like a gentleman while adding softly.

“You really do look hot when you’re trying not to blush, by the way.”

He stayed right next to you at the table, clearly not planning to leave you alone anytime soon. The rest of the squad was scattered around, laughing and eating, still oblivious.