teairo

you sat inside the car, arms folded as you stared out the window, tongue in cheek when you both pulled into the drive way. jude reaches in the back to grab the umbrella, sighing when you took your jacket off and covered the top of your head to walk into your shared flat alone. 

“be mad, but i’m still your boyfriend,” he says, huffing softly as he catches up to you ensuring the umbrella is over your head. you go inside quietly, making sure you beat him to opening your own doors. your bag was slung over his shoulder, so when you made it inside you turn around to face him, gesturing to the bag.

yes, it seemed childish but you were adamant on not speaking until you could find a level head. the attitude was just you being petty and very optional, especially because you refused to admit that you were truly overreacting. he hands you the bag, his eyes searching your face for any sort of softness. you turn abruptly and go to your shared room. 

jude throws his hands up, letting them drop to his sides. while you went to the room to go sulk and shower, he prepared a snack for you. jude started cutting up fruit to place in a bowl and hand to you when you finally settled in bed and on your phone. you were less angry after the shower, your thoughts melting into the water. 

“you’re impossible, you know,” he regrets the words immediately, his approach to your soft demeanor was not the best seeing as you turned sour once again. he sits next to you but on the edge of the bed, holding the bowl for you to pick out of, which you reluctantly take from. the freshly cut kiwi gave him back some credit, your eyes narrowing at him suspiciously when he stood up to place to bowl down on the bedside table. 

you watch as he removes his shirt, pretending to be amused by the reel on your phone. but he notices it replay multiple times and your eyes drag away from his torso immediately. this girl drives me nuts. he thought to himself, flipping the shirt properly to toss into a laundry bin before dropping his pants and tossing over his shoulder. you watched him walk to the bathroom with a towel in hand, biting the inside of your cheek. 

pouting, you sat on the bed, waiting like a sick puppy as if you didn’t ignore jude the entire way home after a simple disagreement based off of a misunderstanding. but to be fair, jude was aware of how easily jealous you got, so you expected him not to speak to other girls who were especially interested in him in public. it sounded immature, but after getting cheated on in a three year long relationship, you realized nothing was impossible. it was slightly immature, and you were aware that this was only a burden for you to bear. 

the guilt stung you slightly, your posture straightening when you heard the shower turn off. eager, your eyes trained on the corner of the room where he entered from. you watch as he dried the back of his neck, seemingly unbothered in your eyes while he simply chose to respect your silence. you were in between having an attitude simply for attention at this point. he walks over, towel hanging low to pick up a kiwi and take a bite himself. 

you just stare at him, lip bitten in uncertainty. “do you want more?” he breaks the silence, lifting up the almost empty bowl. you nod, clearing your throat to finally speak. 

“yeah– yes, please.”

he walks to the kitchen, his back flexed slightly as he walked out the room to bring you back a full bowl.

jude stands in the kitchen, cutting more fruit with his lips firmly pressed, deep in thought. he had a long day, and wanted nothing more than to just kiss and hold you. but this silent treatment was too much for him. he was losing it from not hearing your voice, even if you were both arguing. he returns to the room to see you in his team jacket, knees up to your chest as you continued to scroll about on your phone. 

this was his breaking point. he walks over, placing the bowl down. he waits for his thanks, not expecting one as an opportunity to touch you. you grab a grape. his hand cups your jaw firmly but not harshly enough to hurt. 

“have you forgotten your manners?”

before you can fix your mouth for an apology he grabs the grape, taking it for himself. “oh fuck off,” you say, your mood spoiled once again. 

“be jealous, be mad at me, be pouty– by all means,” your glare remained fix on him as he leaned down, “but don’t be a brat.”

“or what?--”

a scoff slips past your lips. he presses a kiss to your lips, placing a knee on the bed. you retreat, eyes wide open but not in protest. his tongue pushes past your lips, blending your mouths with a hotness that was indescribable in the moment. it was sweet from the fruit, wet and burning with a need to establish dominance. it works. you fold, your stomach twisting as the smell of his dampened skin and body wash intoxicated you in a near instant. he pulls away, hand cupping the side of your face.

“this ends now. you have no reason to be mad at me. but you know this, yeah?”

his eyebrows raise, tilting his head to look for your gaze that you avert out of embarrassment. your head nods in agreement after a pause. he waits for an apology, one you haven’t seemed to consider yet for your behavior the entire night, assuming he would just understand your meekish state was from being flustered. 

you couldn’t think much before, during, or after jude was kissing you. it was kind of impossible. 

“open,” he says, your lips pliant in separation.

your boyfriend places a strawberry in your mouth for you to eat, and you do. but for some reason he was still looking at you for some sort of indication of manners--which you failed to do again-- his brows knitted in thought as he assumed you were still being silent out of pettiness. finally, you get it, starting with an apology but before you could fully form a word he begins tugging at your underwear until it’s down to your knees.

you shift, unable to do much without your underwear completely off. he hovers over you, towel still tightly draped around his waist. you had secretly hoped it would drop soon, but before you could ask him what he was doing, he placed a kiss on your lips before you felt the cool air on your clit become warm with a pressed set of fingers. you were already wet, giving away any sort of modest reservations you had for the night. you gasp, lips parting and closed onto his once more. 

he pulls back, allowing your noses to caress but not fulfilling your desire to kiss again. he speaks low, his eyes hooded but focused. “you misunderstand me, we argue,” jude presses his fingers against your folds before dragging them up to your bud of pleasure. slowly, he rubs circles. he continues, making you gasp softly, breath hitched. “--we fix things, and you ignore me still.”

you apologize under your breath but clearly you were both past apologies at this point. he wanted to make himself clear. 

“you throw a fit even when i bring you fruit,” the feeling of a single digit push past the resistance of your walls, which then allow entrance once your body recognized its purpose. your jaw slacks, breathy sounds exiting.

“and despite being so upset, you check me out.” 

he is knuckle deep now, a second finger joining the first to stretch you open. another earned gasp gets caught in your throat.

“all while wearing my jacket and absolutely nothing else.”

jude was beyond trying to understand you completely. if you weren’t going to speak to him proper, he knew your body would.

“oh, jude..” you softly breathe, eyebrows knitted upwards as opposed to the frown you fixed earlier. 

“i don’t think you’re even mad about her anymore.”

it was always him. you were always thinking about him. your eyes open slightly, looking up at him which reaffirmed exactly what he was saying. he knew you wanted something beyond reassurance from the interaction today. you wanted something physical. a reminder even. your fingers gripped onto his forearm, desperate for more as your hips slowly grind upwards. 

“but still, i’ll remind you. i’m yours.”

he hooks his fingers into you, watching your face contort. his sly grin turned into a shared expression of faux sympathetic regards. you mew with his movements, letting out sounds so lewd and drawn out that he nearly forgot the level of restrain he was capable of. his fingers chased your first orgasm in joint with your hips that bucked against his hand. 

jude admires your frame, holding the small of your back as it arched from the headboard you leaned onto. small chants of his name leave your lips, faint but clear with desperation. 

“please..”

your furrowed brows intensify and you hold onto his arm entirely as he recognizes your body jolt to the spot he found. you refused to look up in this state so you hid your face into his shoulder. the tips of his fingers brush against your bundle of nerves repeatedly, pressing with a sensual pace aided by your hips. you tried to find the words, wanting him to go deeper and faster. but they all sounded like gasps and pleas, fragmented from sentences you wanted to say but couldn’t make out.

“so talkative now, hm?” he smiled, watching you cling to him and rut upwards.

he admires your need, finding it adorable at the very least. his other hand pats your head and brushes through your hair before running his fingertips over your back. he wanted to take you right there, his cold shower was absolutely useless in this moment. all he could think about was how much louder he could force your moans without being completely inside. you were so whiney, incoherent and practically– but only slightly- drooling onto his bicep. 

jude leans in, kissing your temple and hushing you. your frustrated whines came from pride, feeling humiliated that you were chasing an orgasm and melting at the same time, unable to do it all on your own without feeling absolutely weak. 

“you can cum like this. i’m all yours to use, so use me.”

he notices your small huffs of frustration, realizing how you wanted to keep going with extra help. the taller lays you down, lifting your legs over his shoulder with urgency before leaning down to make use of his mouth. his two fingers continue to pump in and out of you, hugged by your aroused walls. jude licks and sucks on the place you need it the most, earning messy, loud moans. 

you sat up on your elbows, looking down at his handsome features half covered as he made himself busy. jude hums, looking up at you with a cocky glint. you pout, jolting when he flicked his tongue over and over. that’s it. you thought, gasping sharply with a hand on his head. your lover takes this as a sign, eagerly adding pressure from his tongue to your clit. 

“oh my god,” this is the most you’ve spoken all night, he thought to himself. this made him grin, holding one of your thighs tightly as you bucked your hips against his mouth. he allowed it, letting out a sound of protest when you apologized and tried to take your hand off. he comes up for a moment, exhaling. 

“don’t stop doing that. use my mouth darling, ‘m yours.”

you nod, biting your lip and taking advantage of his permission instantly. you wildly grind your hips down and against his face, loving the way his tongue and fingers worked in and outside of you. it felt overwhelming to the point that your orgasm threatened you without room to slow down. it came after two beats of a warning before forcing a wave of throbbing joy onto his tongue. 

jude is quick with his fingers, using them urgently to get as much of your juices out onto his hand. he laps it up, your hand over your mouth in horror of the mess made. meanwhile, he smiled as if he’d open a pinata with little to no effort, still kissing and sucking your folds to get every single drop possible. 

“you’re so fucking perfect,” his voice is hydrated, clear and low. 

kisses from your lover plant themselves on your thigh, his tongue running back up to clean up his mess. “jude, that’s enough–” you heaved a sigh, embarrassed by your body’s betrayal but grinning like an idiot. 

“i take it you’re not mad anymore?” you share a sweet kiss, smiling against his lips that taste like you. the tip of his nose is wet and you laugh softly, wiping your own nose after transferring drops of yourself. 

“there’s that beautiful smile i missed so much.” he grinned a smile that you realized you missed just as much. 

after practice you wait for jude, in his usual jersey with sunglasses on from the blaring rays. you saw her again, trying not to visibly frown. she speaks to some of the players momentarily, cheeks flushed when jude shakes her hand to evade another hug in your presence. their conversation continues for a bit and your boyfriend gestures to you before heading over. 

you pretend you weren’t staring, looking around in hopes your shades were cover enough. 

“that’s our new physical therapist, mckayla. she says hi,” he says teasingly.

you look up at him through your shades, crossing your arms. mckayla waves at you, her expression careful from your clear mean mug. jude pulls you in for a kiss on the forehead, speaking between the both of you lowly, “you’ve got a little something here..”

jude pulls back, gesturing discreetly to your neck that was lightly marked from last night. you remember, lightly pushing him back and turning your back quickly after waving to mckayla. 

“aye, don’t be rude, at least smile at her!” his laugh is light despite your obvious aversion to being seen bitten up like this. he kisses the top of your head, smacking your ass before gesturing you both to the car. you flush, leaning your head on him after he takes your bag from your hands to put over his shoulder. 

there were times where i could find my patience with yunho, and other times that called for more demanding ways of asserting myself. when it came to eating the last of my cookies, this was one of the many times where he deserved a good scolding no matter how precious he was to me. 

“they were going to expire today and you were at work, i didn’t want to bother,” he started, watching me regulate in real time as i set the box down at looked to him. “oh yeah? you have no problem sending me messages at work to distract me with other things,” i squint at him harshly, tucking my tongue in cheek as if i were restraining myself from an argument. instead, i’d figured there were other ways to get back at him. the next time he wanted a sweet treat after work, he would have to earn it indefinitely. 

“you know what?” i smile instead, raising my hands in surrender. he releases a sigh, not liking my sudden change in mood, knowing that this would be held against him somehow. his eyebrows raise inwards, now desperate to do damage control. he reaches for my hand, holding them with the utmost care to pull me in by the waist. i quickly kiss his cheek, looking up with the most deviant glare behind my smile. “noo– don’t do that, don’t act like it’s fine and use it against me later. i’ll buy you a new box,” you shake your head, walking back to our room to grab my towel. my silence makes him anxious, “three boxes. fuck, please!”

“good night baby."

i finally finish my shower, looking at the time on my phone and wrapping a towel around my hair. i allow it to semi-dry, applying moroccan oil to my roots and generously over the strands of my soft locs. i hear the door open and close, the chime alarming me of yunho’s return from work, i hear his voice call for me, anticipating my presence at home. i put on his shirt, with nothing but underwear on underneath.

a grin graces my face as i walk into the common room to greet him with his gym bag in hand, reaching on the tip of my toes to cup his face where he meets me for a kiss. he smiles, dropping the bag near our sofa. the taller asks about my day, earning a shrug. i stayed in today, remotely working so i could be prepared for a work meeting tomorrow and physically present. his arm slings around the small of my back as he keeps me for another kiss, then another. i simply smile,

pulling back after he attempted to deepen it, his lips chasing mine and a small sigh from the missed touch. 

walking over to the kitchen counter, i open a new box of the cookies he bought me after last week. he follows with a grocery bag in hand. for some reason, he had forgotten about how he destroyed half a box of cookies even as he walked over to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. he takes a sip, placing it next to us as he approaches, stalking me almost to trap me into another kiss. i stood innocently, pressed against the counter as i took a bite and looked back at him to offer him a bite. he cranes his neck downward to take a bite as i take a sip of his water with another hand. 

as he chews, he pulls back slowly, planting his face to the side of my head to smell. “you showered just now?” you nod, focused on eating another small biscuit, his firm chest pressed against the back of your head. you could hear the eagerness in his voice from the question alone. “are we still doing movies tonight? i’ll help with dinner.” he adds the last part as if he usually doesn’t, but wanting to emphasize there was something he wanted to earn. i nod and turn myself, giving way for him to trap me completely. i act like i’m unaffected, simply snacking and looking at my phone, which i put down after a couple of forehead kisses.

“what are we making?”

i shrug at the question, finishing the last of my cookie and draping my arms around his neck. he picks me up to place me on the counter. “we made pasta last night, i remember you said you said you wanted to try a spring salad with shrimp?” he taps the grocery bag on the table, which i assume held the ingredients to a recipe i didn’t give him yet but was certain he was prepared for in thought. i nodded, pecking his nose. god, he made it hard for me to keep this grudge. i need to get it over with tonight. 

“i was thinking we could decompress a bit before dinner?” he asks, checking the time before checking me out with his hands firmly planted on my sides. his doe brown eyes were rarely dark with lust, only admiring shamelessly what he knew was all his to have usually. “decompress how?” i ask, tilting my head up into his hand that demanded it. he plays with my now mostly dry hair, my legs wrapping around him to press against me. 

“i was going to say a shower but you beat me to that,” he smiled, “ which is okay, i showered at the gym. i think i wanted something right now anyways..”

he drawed his suggestion out with his thumb tracing my sides, squeezing. i felt a tilt in my stance and knew that i had to be firm with this grudge. i had to show that i meant business. these are my period cramp cookies we’re talking about here. i lock in, tilting my head innocently, watching his

jaw clench at the sight. usually i would catch on or initiate, “use your words, yunho. what is it?” i searched his eyes for any sort of sanity as it started to leave in fragments. 

his hands moved down my hips, the right one sliding between the thin layer of his shirt and my skin. my thighs parted naturally, and he leaned in to kiss me again, receiving yet another dodge. “did i do something wrong?” his soft voice of concern nearly pricked at my consciousness until i tasted the remnants of the sugar cookie on my own lip, licking it. i shake my head, furrowing my brows. “no, why?” 

“then kiss me,” his demand was more of a plea, his eyes frantically searching mine. he leaned in again and i dodge, resting my lips against his neck to kiss. a frail groan escapes him and i whisper in his ear. “i think you’ve had enough sweets and treats lately, no?” he pulls back, looking at me in confusion before looking at the box of cookies next to me. 

“fuck. you’re still mad about that?”

i frown, nodding with a slightly pouted lip. he chuckled half-heartedly, pressing a kiss to my forehead before trying to kiss me again for a third time to double-check how serious i was. his small smile dropped, his hands now under the shirt i wore and planted on my upper thighs, thumbs circling my skin slowly. i was almost distracted as he spoke to me with deep care and restraint. 

“i’m sorry, i really am, petal– here, let me make it up to you,” my eyes flutter shut, a small gasp escaping my lips as he kissed my neck gently, forcing me to lean back onto the counter. i let him kiss me for a minute, nearly losing my head in the way his tongue flicked against my skin. i’m sure he felt my thighs twitch almost shut as i tried not to show any sign of caving. i shake my head, “what makes you think you deserve a treat that easily?” my stern demeanor forces a sigh from him, his hands now lifting me to carry me to our room. 

i don’t retaliate, enjoying the short lived ride. he places me on the bed, where i cross my leg over another and fold my arms, looking up at him. he stands in front of me, lost as to what he should or could do. he surrenders his hands, descending to one knee and shifting to both on the ground. his cold, firm hands find my legs again where he rubs to get anything at this point, i shake my head and remove his hands from my thighs. 

yunho looked up, his eyes filled with need for me to drink in with every word that left his lips. “what i did was unforgivable,” he pandered to the seriousness of the crime he committed to me, “i understand. and i want you to let me make it up to you.” his hands pressed together and met at my ankles. he leaned down, groveling at my feet to kiss the top of my feet, placing another one on my ankles. his face pressed against my legs, his head now leaning onto me as i played with

the strands of his hair before tugging on it. i pull his head to angle upwards at me, smiling at the deprivation evident. he was practically drooling from my scent alone, biting his lip to tempt me. 

i leaned down, watching his eyes shut as our noses stood side by side, lips preparing for an embrace that never came. i look down at him through hooded eyes, watching his pretty eyes flutter back open up at me. 

“if you want me, you can handle being a good boy for me then?” 

his adams apple responded with a nod before his head did, triggered straight into a headspace deadset on obedience. he watched every move eagerly, starting with my foot that came up to his shirt and pressed against his chest. he sat still, still kneeling on the back of his heels which i’m sure was bound to be uncomfortable soon. good. i raised an eye brow, expecting a reply to which he picked up on with quickness. 

“y-yes ma’am. i can be good,” he didn’t dare to move an inch when i pushed against his firm chest with my foot. “i’ll be good for you.”

yunho makes sure his hands rest on his lap, anxious to touch me but wanting to earn every single touch. his chocolate brown pupils were large in need as i raised one foot up slowly to rest on his shoulder, offering a view under my shirt when i comfortably placed him another foot on his other shoulder. i hook a finger in the air to signal him closer, his view much closer and my scent much more prominent especially after showering. he closed his eyes for a moment, relishing it all with much restraint. 

he looked so pretty this way as much as i adored the size difference with him hovering over me all the time. much of the time i didn’t dare to look him in the eyes to not provoke him. but now i could provoke him as much as i wanted– even if it broke him. i knew the frustration was about more than the cookies but not feeling heard most of the time, which we spoke about already, and healthily so. but the thought of getting some steam out regarding my frustration with his recent mistakes was more tempting than usual forgiveness. my face rests on his cheek, his eyes looking up, prepared for what was next. his jaw stiffens.

a crisp sound of skin pierces the air. 

“look at you getting hard from this,” i smiled, knowing just badly he must be aching under his pants. “look straight. you don’t get to look at me. look at my panties that you’ll never be able to touch or pull off for the next week.” a huff left his lips, tickling my inner thigh. i slap him again, making sure the blow was not too harsh but enough to rosy his cheeks even more. he was practically salivating, his eyes trained on my underwear that dampened at the sight of him in this

state. it never took much for me to react to yunho in need– or generally. surely, there was some sort of science to this because it was like he could smell my own need threatening to leak from the lacy black cotton i wore. 

he mutters a small plea, looking down. i force his head back straight, playing with his hair. he sat, trained like a dog waiting for a bone– once a puppy with no restraint and no discipline. i knew that it took one word for him to break form and ravage me in all the ways i wanted, but i couldn’t just yet. i know how badly he wanted to adjust himself so i allowed him.

“fix it,” yunho shamefully bows his head, positioning his hard on otherwise as if it still wasn’t threatening to burst. his sweats were starting to reveal a dark stain on the front from what i could only assume was precum. 

i smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead as he did earlier in the kitchen. i played with hair some more, telling him about my day. he listened attentively, eyes still glued straight. i could tell he was trying not to look up at me as much, his head tilting instinctively when i told him about how badly i wanted him to come home. i give him a look, placing my hand on his cheek to forewarn him, delivering another slap. he moans this time, his body jolting in pleasure this time. the stain grows, darkening with the look in my eyes. 

i’m throbbing at this point, wanting nothing more than for him to be inside of me, taking me for his own pleasure even if it was from hearing me say his name. my lips fix another command, “strip.”

i gently let my legs drop, biting my lip when he stands up and over me once again. knowing how much stronger and bigger he was than me was the cherry on top, truly. he could just have me and i would take it. but knowing yunho, he was much more dedicated to pleasing me more than physically, understanding that taking it would be only driven by greed. the same greed that landed him in this position in the first place. 

finally, he removes his boxers, my bottom lip caught by my teeth as it sprung angrily. i remove my panties, which he fails to notice with his head down. his hands moved to cover himself, embarrassed by how turned on he was after being slapped around and spoken down to. “come, sit.” he returns to his former stance, my legs draping over his shoulders again. he shuts his eyes tightly, face flushed with lust, his blush consuming his face and revealing his need. i place my heels against the back of his shoulders to hook him closer, forcing him to sit up and come face to my crotch. “look at me,” his head tilts up. his eyes are watery with need, his adam’s apple bobbing again. 

“you want it?” he just nods, my face displeased with the response. 

“yes ma’am. i need it, please,” his voice breaks with desperation. 

his chest rises, our eyes locking and breaths syncing. “fetch.”

he pulls my hips forward and i lean back to catch myself as his tongue delves into the concave of my desire. my breath hitches, a gasp elicits from the feeling of his groans purring against my skin. he didn’t waste any time leaving hickeys on my thighs again, simply burying his face into me. the tip of his nose rests over my clit, his inhales and exhales brushing my skin. 

“oh– fuck,” i breathily moaned, pulling his hair away to give myself a moment to adjust. he didn’t budge, the attempt only strengthened his hold on me, his blunt nails digging into my skin. all i could do was lean my head back and try to focus on not cumming this quickly, his sounds begging the drops of pleasure to drip straight from me and into his mouth. 

my heart was beating out of my chest, whines exhaling with my attempts to breathe. he responded with moans, not daring to touch himself. he scoots closer to the edge of the bed, lifting one leg up to hold as it trembled in his hand. he had both of my knees now to my chest, his lips now kissing the back of my legs. he spreads my legs again for a moment to look at me, begging to kiss me with his glossed lips. i nod, pulling him down onto me with our hips flushed together. his hips rutted against me, a shaky groan gracing my lips. 

he only rubs the shaft against me, allowing me to lubricate what i hadn’t decided would go inside of me yet. and he knew. he waited, pleading against my lips, waiting for permission to have me. i shake my head, watching his face contort in a depraved hotness. he begs again this time, needier than before, his voice whiney and broken although he hadn’t said much since we left the kitchen. his kisses found my neck, making a home in the crook. a string of whines and moans come out, muffled into the sheets and me, mixing with my breathy teases. 

“you’re so cute like this, you really can’t fuck me unless i let you, hm?” he shook his head, noisily protesting my antagonisms. “and usually you just take it. but you can’t this time, right?” i hummed, smiling in between breaths. he shakes his head again, his hands digging into my sides as he pace quickens between my folds that only hug the underside of his shaft. 

“it sucks not being able to have what you want when you want it, doesn’t it?” i run my fingers through his hair, cooing as he whimpered and signaled that he was close. “i bet you want to cum inside, don’t you?” he nodded, his whines turned into soft cries and gasps. yunho was never left this ruined, and the thought of it shot his pride so deeply– but that didn’t matter right now. i press a kiss against his temple, the friction against my clit bringing me closer. i knew that this would be much more satisfying for the both of us if i let him in but i wanted to see just how badly i could make him beg. what he said shocked me, he lifts himself.

“i’ll let you have me like then whenever you want, i promise. i’ll give you everything. every part of me, i’ll let you break me over and over– i’ll always love it. i’ll always want this– want you. please, let me inside, please.”

the plea twisted my stomach and i grabbed a hefty amount of his hair, my body betraying me in the moment from his voice. he feels my walls grip onto his member, pulsing and pushing out my slicked pleasure with a soft moan. “yunho, oh my god,” he quickens, softly grunting and becoming rough with his speed. his sanity was long gone, evident in the ways he desperately groped me, settling for my hips as he drove himself past my folds over and over. my eyes twitch shut, jaw slacking as i let out encouragements. the wet sounds of our skin rubbing together was criminally lewd. “every part of you just sounds so good.”

his voice crumbles, a whine escaping between thrusts until he realizes i didn’t tell him to cum. he asks, keeping the same speed, hoping to earn mine first. and that he did. my head pushes back into the sheets, back arching as i dug my nails into his forearms. i felt a deep groan leave my throat, small gasps in response to the immediate overstimulation following the orgasm that washed over my body. my feet were cold in shock, hands steady on his arms as i looked up at my boyfriend with approving glances. “cum for me.”

my voice sends him over, affirmations stringing him through his orgasm as he gasped from the initial release, allowing the multiple spurts to paint my stomach and chest. the warm ropes of his essence were thick and puddled over my skin as if he built up a lot over the last couple of weeks, and i realized that we hadn’t had sex in so long from our busy work schedules, leaving him pent up. finally, he draped over me, mindless of the sweat and cum transferred to his own body. it was only momentarily before he got up and fetched a warm towel to wipe us up with. 

“you did so good, baby.”

yunho pouted, crawling into bed to engulf me in his arms. i kiss his cheeks, chin, and chest lovingly as he squeezes me tightly for comfort. “you’re evil,” he mutters. “and perfect,” he exhales through his nose, breathing in my smell from the top of my head once more. he hums, feeling drowsy from a heavy release. i rest my hands on his chest and peck his lips, playfully nipping at his collarbone.