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The pizzeria always smelled like stale pizza grease and cheap floor cleaner, the kind that clung to your clothes long after your shift ended. You’d taken the night guard job for the paycheck, telling yourself the rumors.. the noises, the moving shadows, the animatronics behaving “wrong,” were just stories employees made to scare rookies.

But on your first night, you learned every rumor undersold the truth.

12:43 AM.

The cameras flickered again, static rippling in fine lines. When they cleared, the Prize Corner camera showed something new: the Puppet’s box, cracked open.

You froze. It had been sealed during your evening walk-through.

A long, thin hand, too graceful to be metal, too fluid to be plastic, slipped out of the box and rested on the floor.

Your breath stuttered.

“…Nope,” you whispered, flipping to another camera.

But every feed glitched the same way: static, flicker, darkness… then a flash of white. Not bright white, painted white. Like the mask.

The Puppet’s mask.

You tried to steady your breathing.

“Okay. Okay. This is fine. Stay in the office, stay alive, collect paycheck—”

A soft music-box lullaby drifted down the hallway, echoing like it was underwater. You didn’t wind the music box. No one did.

Then, a voice.. quiet, almost shy.

“You shouldn’t be afraid.”

You whipped around so fast your chair skidded. He stood in the doorway.

Tall, impossibly tall — limbs long and elegant. Black and white banded arms, delicate fingers, and that face: a white porcelain mask with dark, painted eyes. But those eyes moved. They followed you, softened at the edges.

You couldn’t speak. Your throat locked.

He stepped closer, movements fluid like he wasn’t bound to joints or wires.

“It’s been a long time since a night guard stayed past the first hour,” he murmured. His voice wasn’t mechanical. It was human. Young, calm, with an undertone of hurt he tried to hide.

You swallowed.

“You… can talk?”

His head tilted, almost amused.

“Of course I can. I’m not like the others.”

His gloved hand lifted, hesitated in the air like he wanted to reach toward you but wasn’t sure he was allowed.

“I’m Ni-ki.”

The name sounded too soft for a creature built to terrify.

“…Why are you out of the box?” you asked, your voice shaking.

His eyes lowered.

“Because your heart was loud.”

Your breath caught.

“What does that even—?”

“It called to me.”

Your heart pounded harder. Great, now he definitely heard it.

——————————————————————————

You came back the next night despite every instinct screaming not to. Ni-ki’s mask appeared in the glass panel of the office window before you’d even sat down.

He didn’t enter at first, just watched, eyes glinting in the dark.

“Are you going to kill me?” you asked dryly.

His mask tilted.

“No. I’m going to keep you safe.”

That wasn’t comforting, considering he was the one you thought you needed safety from.

He stepped inside, quiet as a shadow.

“The others… don’t like guards. They see uniforms and remember things.”

His voice dimmed, like someone turned the volume down. “Bad things.”

You swallowed.

“And you?”

He lifted his hand again, slower this time, giving you every opportunity to pull away.

You didn’t.

His fingertip brushed your wrist, cold, but gentle.

“I remember too much to hurt you.”

A chill ran through you.

“Why me?”

Ni-ki leaned in, mask inches from your face.

“Because you looked at the cameras tonight expecting to survive.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, whether from fear or something else, you didn’t know.

He leaned back, as if sensing your racing pulse.

“Your heartbeat…” he said again, voice softer, “it calms mine.”

He tapped his chest, the puppet chest, where no heart should be.

Your throat tightened.

You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t feel anything.

But you did.

——————————————————————————

On your fifth shift, the animatronics were restless, banging, scraping, stomping. Something had agitated them.

You shut the office doors, breathing hard.

The music box on the monitor wound itself rapidly.. too rapidly. Something was wrong with Ni-ki.

Suddenly the office lights went out.

You heard a soft, pained sound in the dark, not threatening, but hurting.

“Ni-ki?” you whispered.

A pair of white stripes shimmered faintly. He slumped against the wall, struggling to hold himself upright, hands trembling like his strings were tangled.

You rushed to him.

“What happened?”

He shook his head weakly.

“The others… they’re trying to keep me from you.”

“Why?”

He lifted his mask, not off, but just enough that you could see the shadow of a real eye beneath it, soft and deep and almost… human.

“Because I care too much.”

Your breath hitched.

He leaned into you, forehead resting against yours, mask cool against your skin.

“I don’t want you to die in this place.”

You cupped his face without thinking, thumb brushing the painted tear track below his eye.

“I’m not leaving you,” you whispered.

His whole body stilled, strings pulled taut.

“Then…”

His voice wavered, breaking for the first time.

“Stay close. Just for tonight.”

You slid your arms around him. His arms wrapped around you too, hesitant at first, then fiercely protective, as though afraid you’d be taken from him.

His voice was a soft hum near your ear.

“I’ll keep you safe. Even if the others tear me apart to stop me.”

Your heart ached.

“Ni-ki… I don’t want you hurt.”

He pulled back just enough to trace your cheek with his fingertips.

“Then don’t let go.”

So you didn’t.

You sat with him through the whole night, the cold, the darkness, the danger.

And with your hand in his, the animatronics never even reached the hallway.

When the morning sun leaked through the blinds, Ni-ki stood and looked down at you like he was memorizing every detail.

“You’ll come back tonight?”

The vulnerability in his voice cracked something inside you.

“Of course.”

You touched his hand. He squeezed yours gently, carefully, like you were something delicate he was terrified to break.

“Good,” he whispered.

“Because I think I’ve been waiting for you for a very long time.”

And when he slipped back into the Prize Corner shadows, the last thing you heard was the faintest echo of the lullaby..

YOU REALLY HATED YOUR JOB. it is simply hours on end of doing the most tedious jobs for your extremely harsh boss, who hates your guts. the only thing you look forward to at the end of the day is going home to your lovely boyfriends, who spoil you like their lives depend on it.

today, in particular, has been extra demanding and strenuous. your boss has yelled at you at least 3 times for the tiniest things, and customers have been complaining all day over stupid stuff, which has made your bubbly personality and social battery wear out for the day.

when you finally get home, later then usual because your boss made you work overtime, you come home to taehyun cooking in the kitchen and yeonjun on the couch, on his phone. they both turn to look at you, their smiles becoming wide and evident, but faltering a little when they see how worn-out you look.

“welcome home, princess.” taehyun says from the kitchen, stirring around a pot of your favorite food. “i’m making your favorite. it’s almost done, okay?”

you nod weakly, allowing yourself to be engulfed in yeonjuns arms. you didn’t even realize that he was coming over to you, you’re too sleepy. you can feel his lips press against your head.

“what’s wrong baby? hard day?”

yeonjun gently talks in your ear, lifting you up in his arms to carry you over to the couch where he then places you on his lap. taehyun also comes over, having finished cooking the food, sitting beside the two of you and pulling your legs over his lap.

you nod softly, your voice coming out in a little tiny mumble.

“yeah.. everyone was s’ mean to me today..”

you speak with a pout, causing the boys to crack a small amused smile, hands coming to pull you closer to them.

taehyun rubs his hands over your thighs, covered in the prettiest pink thigh highs, while yeonjun ties your hair up gently for you and kisses the shell of your earlobe. you don’t see, but him and taehyun share a look of silent agreement on something.

“awe, we’re sorry princess. how about we help you feel better, hm?”

taehyun coos, his hand starting to travel up to play with the edge of your skirt. you whine softly and nod, but then hear yeonjun tsk in your ear softly.

“words baby. let us hear you..” he murmurs, beginning to play with your clothes.

“y-yes, please.. wanna feel better..” you whimper bashfully, beginning to tremble on his lap.

that’s all that the boys need to hear before their strong arms are lifting you up and carrying you into the bedroom. they set you down on your back so carefully, placing your head on a pillow.

taehyun leans down to connect your lips, meanwhile yeonjun is busying himself with getting rid of your pesky clothes. the boys lift you so that your sitting on your back legs.

yeonjun has already pulled off every single item of clothing, leaving you and him bare. you pull at taehyun shirt mindlessly, trying to take it off of him. he obliges and pulls it off, letting you run your hands all over his abs.

he lifts you up so yeonjun can slide underneath you, right below your pretty cunt. yeonjun groans at the sight, his eyes rolling back slightly at the aroma of your heavenly juices.

“fuck, princess, you look so pretty like this. gonna eat your cute cunt out, just fuck yourself on daddy’s face, okay?”

he latches his lips on your clit, making you let out a shaky whimper as taehyun kisses you again. the only thing you can hear is the wet sounds of yeonjun devouring your pussy.

“daddy!” you whimper against tyuns lips, pulling at yeonjuns hair and bucking your hips along with the rhythm of his licks, falling apart on his mouth.

“come on baby, daddys got you. shh. that’s it sweetheart, just let go.”

taehyuns raspy voice only turns you on further, and the feeling of his lips on your neck pushes you over the edge.

you cum all over yeonjuns face, whimpering loudly for them as they help you through your high. yeonjun suckles on your clit like a starved man, rubbing at your soft thighs and kissing your folds relentlessly.

taehyun pulls your weak body off of his face and gently sits you on yeonjuns lap at the edge of the bed, before getting down onto his knees infront of you two.

“wanna taste this pretty pussy, baby. will you let daddy?”

he kisses your thigh, growling softly as yeonjuns tip nudges your entrance.

“yes daddy, please.. you guys make me feel so good..”

you mewl lewdly, back arching up into juns touch as he pulls you down onto his cock. you look down to see tyun licking up and down his cock and your clit as yeonjun plunges inside of you repeatedly, moaning into your shoulder as he kisses it.

taehyun moans against your cunt as you tug on his hair, sounds of pleasure spilling out of your lips as yeonjun splits you open on his cock.

“fuck, gonna cum in this pussy baby. gonna let me? let daddy fill your cunt with his cum?”

yeonjun babbles into your ear, groaning as he fucks you faster and faster, close to his release. you nod dumbly, eyes rolling back in your head as you let out the sluttiest noises.

“please cum inside daddy, need you!”

you wail, looking down to see taehyun simultaneously jerking off while he eats you out, the sight making you paint yeonjuns cock white. your walls squeezing him is too much for him and he cums all over your pussy, mixing your cum together.

taehyun has also came, making a white mess all over the floor as he nurses the two of you through your orgasms.

you can feel strong arms pulling you off of yeonjuns cock and cleaning you up, before being laid down on the bed in the two boys embrace, where you almost instantly knock out into a deep sleep.

maybe hard work does pay off sometimes.

✶ HEESEUNG !

﹒heeseung would completely adore your body, no matter how insecure you are about it. he loves to see you in even the slightest revealing clothes because of how beautiful your curves are. he always gives special attention to your tummy, leaving featherlight kisses on it as he plays with your leaking cunt :(

﹒THIS MAN WOULD BE SO PUSSYDRUNK I SWEARR. he would wanna go at it for hours with you, enamored with the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his fat cock as he fucks you in missionary, kissing all around your pretty face as he murmurs the sweetest things about your body, rubbing at your thighs and hips.

✶ JAY !

﹒jay would express his love and admiration for you, emphasizing that your size doesn’t matter to him and that he values you for who you are. he would hold you close while whispering that your worth is not defined by your size and that he loves you no matter how you look.

﹒he would make you two sit infront of the mirror, you on his lap as he scissors you open, holding your thighs apart with his other strong hand. he would def press little kisses on your back and your shoulders, forcing you to keep eye contact with him in the mirror as he praises your body.

✶ JAKE !

﹒he would likely respond with sensitivity and reassurance, focusing on comforting you and affirming your attractiveness regardless of your size. he would emphasize his love and admiration for you, reassuring you that your physical appearance does not diminish your worth in his eyes.

﹒he would fuck you in the kitchen while you were trying to cook for him, babbling apologies and saying he just couldn’t resist because of how pretty you looked in your ear as he hikes up your apron and skirt, pushing his cock inside as he bends you over the countertop!

✶ SUNGHOON !

﹒ he would start by listening attentively to the your concerns, reassuring you that everyone is just mean and you are perfect the way you are. he would emphasize all of the qualities he loves about you beyond physical appearance, highlighting your personality, kindness, and other attributes that make you special to him. he would prioritize making you feel loved, accepted, and cherished in your relationship.

﹒after a hard day of work for you, when you’ve endured people’s rude comments all day, you come home to his open arms. he kisses your forehead and leads you to the bedroom, where then has you sit on his face for hours, eating out your cunt sloppily as he massages your stretch marks.

✶ YEONJUN !

﹒ yeonjun would likely respond with understanding and reassurance. he might express empathy, acknowledging the validity of your feelings while gently reminding you that your heritage is an integral part of who you are and something to be proud of.

﹒ when he comes home one night to find you crying on the couch, picking at your skin, he immediately knows what’s up. he’d bring you into his arms, littering kisses across your skin, murmuring things like “you’re so perfect baby” and “i love everything about you and your heritage, don’t hate yourself.”

﹒when he finds out you’re crying about your skin because someone was being extremely racist to you at work, his grip tightens. he’s pissed now, not at you but at the idiot who had the nerve to say that about you. for the rest of the night, he worships your skin.

✶ SOOBIN !

﹒ he would def react with a gentle and caring demeanor. he would express understanding of your insecurities about your hair, taking note of the societal pressures and standards that can contribute to such feelings. he would offer words of reassurance, emphasizing the uniqueness and beauty of your curly hair.

﹒it’s another day of straightening your hair, since you despise your natural hair so much, all you do is take a flat iron to it. you know it hurts soobin, but you can’t help but hate the way it frizzes up and you can never get it to look the way curly hair looks on instagram. as you pick up the straightener to straighten the first strands, he pulls it away gently.

﹒“sweetheart, your natural hair is beautiful. i want you to embrace it. i can even help you style it, if you like?” he would whisper, looming over your figure in a non threatening way, before moving to sit beside you at your vanity. he would kiss your cheek and murmur all sorts of things about how much he loves your hair and how enamoring it is, as he helps you finger coil each and every one of your soaking wet strands.

✶ BEOMGYU !

﹒tell me this man is not in love with curly haired latinas. you can’t. that’s why he loves you so much, he thinks your utterly perfect in his eyes, and loves learning about your culture and what makes you you.

﹒he is constantly praising you about your hair and your skin, knowing how you can get insecure. he refuses to play with your hair when you style it natural because he doesn’t want to mess up all the hard work you put into it.

﹒when, one day, the odd looks of everyone in korea gets to you, the way everyone wants to take a picture with you like you’re a tourist or a statue, you break down in his arms as soon as you get home, your soft cries filling the apartment as he holds you. he rubs the nape of your neck comfortingly, kissing your cheeks and nose as he whispers words of endearment.

heeseung is constantly begging you to study with him, he’s extremely focused on his studies, and encourages you to do the same.

however, the one time he gets you to study with him, he’s unable to hold himself back for long when you show up to his single dorm in the tiniest shorts and a low cut tank top. he’s ogling and it’s so obvious.

“my eyes are up here, baby.” you tease, noticing him staring at your chest.

all you can do is giggle at his flustered face, giving him a quick kiss as you walk in, settling onto his bed. you take out your notebook and pencil, preparing to dive into the study of psychology with him, but he’s not focused at all.

he’s too busy thinking about how good your lips would feel on his right now, his pillowy lips forming a soft pout unconsciously. you tilt your head up to look at his face, cooing at him.

“what’s wrong baby? hm?” you already know what he wants, but you want him to say it.

he whines quietly and presses his face into your neck, causing you to let out a tut. “use your words, seung. i don’t read minds, okay?”

you run your hands up and down his back as he stutters out his sentence, cheeks pink.

“i.. i want you to kiss me.. you look so pretty.. i love you..”

he full on whimpers into your neck when you chuckle at his words and kiss his temple, moving your hand down to palm his cock as you sit up to push him back against the headboard.

you sit on his lap, directly on his erect cock and press your lips to his needy ones. he groans softly, opening his mouth so you can slip your tongue inside.

he needs you so bad right now, rocking his hips against your clothed pussy, shivering under your featherlight touches on his chest.

your hands trail under his shirt, lifting it off to reveal his pretty nipples. you take one between your fingers and lean in to kiss him again, playing with his nipples as you do.

the notebooks are pushed aside to make room for the two of you on the bed, passionately kissing, which eventually leads way to something more.

HEESEUNG AND JAY ARE CONSTANTLY DRUNK OFF YOUR LOVE. they adore you so much in their own ways, which makes you differ on how you act with them, yet not in a bad way.

with heeseung, you’re such an angel, spoiled rotten by him, he is always buying you everything, especially thigh highs, which he’s obsessed with putting them on you. he babies you and gives you whatever you want.. hes so precious.

jay, on the other hand, is more teasing. he likes to make you beg for affection. especially in bed. whenever you, him and heeseung get intimate, he always has you beg for him, his cock, his tongue, his fingers, everything. he still loves you so much, he just likes to make sure you aren’t being a brat.

today, you were being purposely bratty toward jay since he wouldn’t pay attention to you because he was busy working. you tried your hardest to make him jealous, grinding on heeseungs thigh infront of him, but he didn’t even bat an eye.

he ignored you the whole day, until you walked by him and heeseung gaming on the couch in a tiny little skirt and those thigh highs that turn him on just as much as they do to heeseung. he pulls you onto his lap with a growl, his hand roughly gripping your hip as heeseung smiles and turns your head to face jay.

“baby, you need to stop acting so fucking bratty. you’re acting like a whiney slut. you need me to fuck it out of you, hm? you need us to make you cum?”

jay whispers into your ear with a menacing tone, his hands squeezing your hips warningly as you try to grind your ass on his clothed cock. he starts to angrily kiss your neck while heeseung plays with a strand of your hair.

you whine out quietly,

“no.. m’ not being a brat.. just miss you. you’re so fucking busy all the time!”

your words earn a slap to your thigh, given by jay, as he bites down on your neck rather harshly, earning a loud moan of pleasure out of you.

“good girls don’t use bad words like that, baby.”

he tuts,

“i guess we’ll just have to teach you a lesson, yeah?”

his words make your lips form into a pout, squirming on his lap as he forces your thighs open.

“heeseung,” he mumbles, causing the burgundy haired boy to look up at him, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the wet spot on your panties,

“get on your knees infront of us.”

he immediately complies, eager to eat your sweet cunt, as he always is, he adores your taste. he presses a soft kiss to your knee, smiling up at you as he caresses your thighs.

jay lifts you up, instructing heeseung to hold you there until he pulls down his sweats and boxers to his ankles, heeseung, simultaneously, ripping your panties off. you’re so wet jay’s immediately able to slip into your warm cunt, groaning out when he feels you tighten around him.

“fuck princess, you’re taking him like such a good girl, i’m so proud baby, you’re so good for us.”

heeseung kisses your inner thigh now, getting dangerously close to your clit and the shaft of jays cock, which is almost completely nestled inside you, keeping his hands on your thighs to keep you spread open nice and good for jay, who’s begun to bounce your already fucked out body on his cock.

“i’ve barely even moved yet, and you’re already so fucking out of it, shit, you’re so cute baby, our cock drunk whore..”

jay groans, pulling your whining body up and down on his already messy cock, tugging your head back by your hair so it rests back on his shoulder, this way giving him access to your neck.

you thought that the pleasure you were getting solely from jays dick slamming inside of you was unparalleled, until you felt the feeling of heeseungs warm tongue messily rubbing around your clit. you gasp, your eyes almost immediately rolling back as you look down to look at him.

you then see him in all his glory, slobbering over your pussy and jays cock, and just the sight of it makes you whimper, almost cumming on the spot..

“fuck, that’s so hot hee..”

you groan out, fingers entangling in his soft hair as you run your hands through it, pulling him closer,

“i.. jay.. i’m- i’m close. please, please let me cum.. i’ll be a good girl from now on, m’ sorry..”

you sob out, feeling so many emotions, the knot in your stomach threatening to unravel. your grip on heeseungs hair gets tighter and he moans into your cunt, cumming untouched.

jay tsks and obliges, nodding his head and kissing the shell of your ear before giving you the vocal okay.

“go ahead, sweet girl. cum all over my cock. then we’ll have heeseung lick it up, okay? i’m close too, fuck.”

jays grip on your hips gets tighter and he lets out a string of curses as he feels you cream all over his cock, his orgasm following. he pulls out just in time to cum on heeseungs face, groaning out as heeseung teasingly kisses the tip and delivers small kitten licks to it, rubbing your clit with his thumb.

heeseung continues his ministrations for a while, cleaning up your pussy and jays cock, before finally pulling away, jays cum all over his pretty face. he grins and gets up off the floor, kissing your cheek as he lifts you up off jays lap to bend you over, jay lazily jerking off as he watches.

he unbuttons his jeans, pulling them and his boxers down in one go as he absentmindedly rubs at your folds. then, he slaps his cock against your ass, enjoying the way you try to grind back against him.

“please, hee, just fuck me already..”

you look back at him over your shoulder with puppy eyes, giving him a pleading look. and who is he to deny his baby girl? he instantly pushes his cock inside you, causing you to lean forward, your cheek resting against jays thigh slightly. he smirks at this and teasingly slaps his dick against your other cheek, ever so gently.

your body begins to rock back and forth as heeseung pounds you from behind, while you try to take jays cock in your mouth and suck him off, whining and moaning around his dick.

you can tell how out of it heeseung is, sharing a knowing glance with jay as you run your tongue up and down his shaft.

heeseungs already close to cumming again, and he lets you know it.

“fuck baby, your pussy’s so good.. i.. i’m gonna cum again.”

he whimpers out, his hands gripping into your thighs for support as his thrusts get sloppier and his noises get more high-pitched. you cling to jays hand as your eyes roll back, still slobbering all over his dick.

you know heeseungs about to cum when he suddenly pulls out and you feel the sticky liquid dripping all over your back and ass. you completely collapse forward onto jay, who coos at you, shushing you softly as you get all lightheaded.

jay kisses your hair and heeseung massages your hips warmly, before lifting you up into his arms, jay following behind, to clean your messy body up. they murmur sweet praises in your ear, talking about how well you did for them and how pretty you are.

that night, you three fall asleep in eachothers arms, watching a movie in your shared bedroom. it’s the most sweet moment, and they never ever want to let go.

your boyfriend is usually very bubbly and sweet around you, he rarely ever gets irritated or annoyed with you because of how darling you are. on days when he is frustrated, you are always by his side to help calm him down in any way he wants.

today is one of those days. his entire day went wrong, starting off from the fact that when he woke up he had a small, minuscule pimple on his face, to when he got to the hybe building late all of his members had already started practice without him, and he didn’t even get any time to eat.

when you hear the door to the penthouse slam shut you already know it was a bad day. you can hear his feet padding to the bedroom where you lie in a rush. he throws open the door and you finally see him for the first time that day. he looks disheveled and upset, running a hand through his dark-red hair as he stands in the doorway.

“hi baby,” you say softly, beckoning him over to the bed with you. “bad day i assume?”

he doesn’t even respond with words, just comes over to you and pins you down underneath him. he starts to angrily kiss and suck at your neck, one hand holding your wrists above your head and the other resting on your thigh.

sunoo drinks in all of your sweet noises as you squirm cutely underneath him, like prey. he tugs down at your (his) sweater, trying to take it off you. you oblige and lift your upper body up to help him, since he let go of your wrists to take it off.

he pauses for a second to ask for consent, “is this okay?” and as soon as you nod he immediately makes his way down to his knees on the floor, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your hips. he messily fumbles with your heart-printed boyshorts he loves so much, only to be met face first with your bare cunt.

“no panties, huh? jus’ all ready for me, like a little slut,” he tsks, throwing your thighs over his shoulder as he speaks directly into your pussy, resting his chin on your soft, shaven mound. “my pretty girl.” he leans down again to press a sloppy kiss to your clit, before devouring your pussy like his life depends on it. his kisses become more insistent as he teases your sensitive flesh, while his fingers dance lightly across your folds.

his thumb begins to rub your clit in circles, his touch gentle yet firm as his eyes meet yours. “are you close baby?” he asks so teasingly, you already know what’s going to happen yet you nod vigorously.

sunoo smiles, pleased by your agreement. he continues his teasing touch, his fingers tracing your folds as his thumb delves deeper. he watches you intently, enjoying the way you squirm under his touch.

his tongue flicks out to tease your clit even more, his lips sucking softly on the tiny bud. His fingers continue to stroke your folds, finding just the right rhythm to drive you wild. when he feels your body tense under him, he pulls away, earning a whiney sob out of you.

he scoffs against your pussy, gently slapping it. “shh, baby. brats don’t get what they want.” he rolls his eyes at you as you plead for him to let you cum. instead of that, what he does is flip your position, so now you’re sitting on his face.

he leans in close, inhaling your scent as he teases his tongue against your clit before finally taking it into his mouth. his tongue swirls around your clit, sucking on it gently as his fingers slide inside you. his hand begins to thrust in and out of your hole, his mouth working in tandem. you can feel yourself growing wetter and more sensitive under his skilled ministrations.

sunoo groans against your folds, feeling you growing wetter and more sensitive. his tongue continues to bathe your clit in a warm, slippery sensation as his fingers find your g-spot, pressing firmly against it. “fuck, that’s it baby. ride my face like that. maybe ill let you cum, hm?”

“mmm... your little pussy looks so good like this. so delicate and pretty.” he growls against your cunt, licking and sucking at your folds. your whines grow louder and louder and you start to tug on his hair, which lets him know you’re about to cum.

“please sunny.. i wanna cum.. please let me cum..”

you whimper out loudly, starting to grind your hips faster on his fade. he shushes you once more, but gives in to you as you cum all over his face, your body practically falling over. your form quivers on the bed from the extreme orgasm, and he grabs your soft body and pulls you against him, rubbing your clit through it to help you ride out your high.

“that’s it baby, shh, i’ve got you pretty..” is the last thing you hear before you blank out, falling asleep almost immediately.

✶ CARRYING YOUR SHOES FOR YOU WHEN YOUR FEET HURT !

﹒dates are frequent in your household, he takes you out on them whenever he gets the time, whether it’s a home date or he booked a reservation at a very in demand restaurant. you wanted to look really pretty tonight, since he wanted to take you out to dinner at a new five star italian restaurant, mill on the river, and decided to wear a pair of cute, but undeniably uncomfortable ysl heels.

﹒you look adorable, but obviously, on the long walk back to the car, your feet are starting to kill you. he almost immediately notices and stops in his tracks, turning around to pull off your heels. he picks you up, able to carry you with one hand, carrying your heels in the other.

﹒he pouts, saying you didn’t have to wear the heels just cause you wanted to look good for him, and gently scolds you on wearing some more comfortable shoes next time. he sets you in the passenger seat and drives the two of you home, unknowing of the great gift he’s about to get when they get home.

✶ GIVING THE BEST AFTERCARE !

﹒despite the fact he’s usually gentle during your times of intimacy together, there’s just some days that he is in a horrible mood, maybe he had a bad practice or got into a fight with one of his members, no matter what it was, he comes home in a huff and smashes his lips onto yours. you, being the sweet girlfriend you are, let him have his way with you, letting him manhandle you into whatever positions he wants and be as rough as he wants.

﹒after he gets out all of his anger from the sex, he collapses into your arms from letting out all of his pent up frustration, picking you up with heavy arms and carrying you into the bathroom. he prepares a bubble bath into your jacuzzi shaped tub, setting up rose petals and candle lights. he washes your hair and gives you a massage, kissing your wet skin all over. he loves you so much and you end up falling asleep in his warm embrace.

✶ KNOWING YOUR PERIOD CYCLE BY HEART !

﹒jungwon has your period cycle on a tracker app on his phone. he checks it regularly, and when he sees your time of the month is coming up, he runs out to buy all sorts of snacks and tampons for you, knowing exactly what you crave every time.

﹒when you do start your period, he’s constantly at your every beck and call, fetching whatever you need or just serving as a human heating pad, rubbing at your stomach to ease your cramps as you sit on his lap.

﹒you spend those 7 days together mostly, just laying in bed and watching tv. he’ll even miss practice for you. every night you go to sleep with a warm kiss on the forehead or cheek and every morning you wake up with the same feeling of his fluttering kisses on your face.