#yeojeong

afterglow shines throughout your body, with your muscles loose and skin flushed as you lie on the soft, ivory, expensive sheets.

yeo-yeong's hands are warm and gliding over your back in slow, pressured strokes. he starts at your shoulders, thumbs pressing into the knots there, easing them away with gentle pressure.

"you were so good for me," he murmurs from behind with his lips brushing your ear, "you took everything i gave you like you were made for it. my perfect girl."

you sigh, melting under his touch as the praise comes around you like a blanket itself. yeo-jeong's fingers trail down your spine, kneading the curve of your lower back, where tension lingers from the way you'd arched against him earlier.

he works in circles, firm so it can get out every ache.

"look at you, so responsive... even now," he says, a soft chuckle in his tone, "your skin's so soft. I think it is glowing from how hard you came. i love seeing you like this, all relaxed... all mine."

the doctor shifts closer, his chest pressing against your side as one hand moves to your thigh, massaging the muscle there with long, sweeping motions.

the oil he warmed between his palms slicks your skin, making each glide smooth and intimate.

you feel that? every bit of you deserves this," he whispers as his lips come into your neck, "you were incredible, baby. the way you clenched around me, moaning my name… fuck, it drives me crazy. you're everything i need."

yeo-jeong's words warm you from the inside, and you turn your head to catch his still darkened gaze. the man's eyes are dark with affection, but there's still a lingering hunger.

he leans in, kissing your temple, then your jaw, his hand sliding higher on your thigh, fingers teasing the sensitive inner skin.

"rest a little more," he breathes, but his touch grows bolder, thumb circling closer to your core, "or maybe… we could go again? show me how good you can be one more time...hm?"

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"Wait!" Yeojeong exclaimed, scrambling to find something in one of his many kitchen cabinets. "I can make us some food!" You had been trying to leave the house for five minutes now, each time Yeojeong found a new excuse to keep you in. "Yeojeong, I need to leave." You deadpanned. His hair swept his face as his head fell in defeat. There was no point in chasing if all you were going to do was leave.

"I understand." He spoke quietly with his eyes still fixated on the counter infront of him. Something felt wrong. When a minute ago you were fighting so strongly to leave, and here you are, tied to the house. Tied to him. "What's wrong?" You questioned, taking a few steps towards him. He looked up at you with glossy eyes. "It's all you ever do. All you ever do is leave." His grip tightened on the counter. The atmosphere felt thicker. "I want you here. I want you here with me, Y/n."

"I'm sure you have better things to do than babysit me. We are both busy people Yeojeong, I just don't have time."

"You never have time!" He raised his voice slightly. "I have been nothing but kind, all you do is push me away. What have I done to you?" That last sentence stung. I struck a different kind of pain, different than anything you'd endured during high school. "Yeojeo-"

"No." He cut you off. "I will always have time for you, Y/n. There's no one else I'd rather spend that time with." What was he getting at here? Did he want you to stop everything you'd worked so hard for? Everything you'd dedicated your life to?

"I like you, Y/n. More than you will ever understand."

The room fell silent and his head fell again, this time in same. His heart beat faster with each of your footsteps.

"I've come to the realization that it's okay. It's okay to feel wanted. It's okay to feel loved." You took a pause to admire his soft features. "I want that all from you, Yeojeong." A smile crept onto your face as his head shot up. "You really mean it?" Hope laced his voice.

You nodded and he wasted no time wrapping you in a sweet, warm hug.