need to be wrecked by woozi

the last hour has been bumzu and jihoon talking in hushed whispers about the latest tracks and recordings, trying to decide what they should rewrite, which voicing they should use, and other music production details. about halfway into their conversation, bumzu left, and when he returned...

"jihoon..." bumzu taps his shoulder, putting down his cup of coffee. "check it out."

jihoon looks up from his monitor, taking off his headphones so he could stand up. his gaze lands on his daughter, curled up in a ball, breathing gently, with her arms entirely wrapped around...

"is that... soonyoung's character?" jihoon raises his eyebrow. "hold on. i gave her mine earlier."

there was his daughter, curled up in a ball as she tends to do during her naps, with soonyoung's tamtam in her arms.

hello?

the audacity?

that freakin tiger?

"apparently, she found the other one," bumzu laughs. "she also snuck joshua's character into her bag."

"what?" jihoon couldn't help but laugh at what he said. "where did she even get it?"

"while we were setting up the bed, i found them lying around and put it on the ground like you said in case she falls. from the looks of it now, she just… grabbed it from the ground," bumzu shrugs.

"oh, so you're the problem for giving her access to the other guy's characters instead of just mine," jihoon crosses his arms, watching as his colleague take an innocent sip out of his drink.

"i did no such thing," he hums. "when she wakes up, you should ask her who her bias is."

"obviously, me."

"i don't think she's old enough to understand her dad is apart of a boy band yet."

jihoon scoffs, "she doesn't even understand that her uncles are celebrities and losers."

"you have practice in a bit," bumzu comments, looking at the time. "we barely got any work done."

"and who's fault is that?" jihoon wonders.

“well, i mean…” bumzu's gaze shifted over to the now stirring child, who was slowly but surely coming out of her nap. "wait… didn't she only sleep for an hour? how is she already waking up?"

jihoon stands up from his chair, making his way over to his daughter. he gently kneels in front of her, brushing her hair to slowly bring her back. "she's not the kind to sleep for a long time when it's not actually her designated nap time."

"which is weird, considering you're her dad and you sleep like a freakin' rock," bumzu chuckles.

"aerin," jihoon calls out her name, carefully holding her head as she starts waking up. "are you here with me?"

"mrgh," his daughter slowly sits up, keeping the plush of the tiger close to her chest. "good morning..."

"princess, you were sleeping for an hour," jihoon chuckles, sitting beside his daughter. aerin crawls into his lap, leaning against his chest as she closes her eyes again. "aerin, do you want to see everyone else? do you want to see your uncles?"

she immediately shoots up, her eyes flying open. aerin jumps out of her dad's legs, running to her backpack as she drags her tamtam with her. "yes! let's go see!"

"well, that certainly woke her up..." jihoon sighs, getting dragged by his daughter with her little fingers wrapped around his. "hyung, you'll lock up right?"

bumzu waves him off, "i got you. go spend time with your daughter, jihoon-ah."

their practice room was a few floors up from his studio, which only means that jihoon and his daughter was going to get a bunch of looks, coos, and awes, from the passing staff and maybe even junior groups (not something he often wants, but he doesn't have much of a choice).

jihoon's carrying aerin in his arms with her small backpack swung over his shoulder. she was yapping about something - blabbering about toddler stuff where jihoon did his best to comprehend exactly what she was saying... but it was kind of hard because he was still focused on the tamtam that was still in her arms.

when they got to the elevator, jihoon tried to reach for the stuffed animal, but aerin quickly pulls it closer to her.

jihoon raises his eyebrow. "do you really like tamtam that much, aerin?"

"yes," she says with a proud smile. "he's so cute! look at him, daddy!" aerin proudly shoves the plush in his face.

"what about the one i gave you earlier?"

"he's cute... but he isn't tamtam!"

that statement alone was way worse than any heart break.

will bumzu and the company let him write a song about that kind of betrayal?

by the time jihoon arrives at the studio doors, he could hear the laughter coming from his members. even after all these years later, they never fail to make each other smile... and therefore means that his own daughter was going to have a wonderful life with 12 uncles.

"OH MY GOD IT'S AERIN!"

the shouts started immediately from the moment jihoon enters the studio with his daughter in hand.

"hey, careful, she just woke up from her nap," jihoon warns his members, putting his daughter down on the studio floor. "she might still be a little tired-"

"HIII!" his daughter immediately shouts, first bowing at everyone, then quickly running up to her favourite people. "play!"

"she's holding tamtam!" soonyoung was quickly sent to tears, frantically shaking dino's shoulders. "chan! my niece is holding my character! do you see this?! i'm going to cry! i can die happy!"

“and i’m going to die now the more you shake me!” the maknae complains.

"uncle hoshi!" aerin runs up to her uncle with open arms (though, one hand was carrying the large tamtam that was half her size, so she was practically wobbling).

"okay, now wait a minute, who gave aerin tamtam, of all the characters?" jeonghan questions, sending a glare over at jihoon. "my toram is wayyy better. she's got a blanket, for crying out loud-"

"that's too bad, jeonghan," seungcheol pats him on the shoulder. "clearly, she has a favourite."

aerin was embracing soonyoung and all his soonyoung-ness. she was giggling while soonyoung tickles her, their laughs ringing throughout the studio.

"hey, at least share her!" mingyu complains, quickly joining his hyung and niece. "aerin~ it's uncle mingyu~!"

"no, she's mine!" soonyoung swoops her up into his arms and cradles her. "get your own niece.”

“she is my niece!”

"uncle hoshi, let me goooo" she complains, using her small toddler arms to push at soonyoung's face. "i want to be on top of uncle mingyu!"

soonyoung gasps, turning to mingyu with a glare. "you only have height going for you."

"and that's enough to be aerin's favourite," mingyu takes aerin into his arms and immediately lifts her high. "how's the view like there, princess?"

"it's so high!" she giggles, raising her arms to act like she's a bird flying.

"OMG IT'S AERIN!" dokyeom shouts, entering the studio space.

"you're a bit late to the party, dokyeom-hyung," seungkwan was going through the stash of snacks in one of the storage bins. "she doesn't have time for- AH HA!" he takes out the ring pop from the storage bin and quickly joins the rest of the members. "aerin-ah, look what i have~"

aerin looks over at seungkwan with bright eyes, her eyes suddenly sparkling even more at the sight of the candy. "candy!"

"wait, should you be giving her candy?" jun asks in a worried tone. "woozi, are you going to just?"

jihoon shrugs, waving his hand at them to indicate to do whatever they want. it's not like his members are going to kill her, so he doesn't have much to worry about.

while jun was worried for the health of the child, soonyoung was fighting for his life to claim the best uncle title.

"aerin-yahh, who do you like out of all of us?" soonyoung asks, pointing at him, then seungkwan, then at everyone else that had gathered.

aerin tilts her head. "favourite?"

"obviously, it's me," dokyeom says.

"you just walked in late! you don't have the right to say that," seungkwan pushes him to the side. "the answer is going to be me."

"she has tamtam in her hands! of course it's me!" soonyoung exclaims.

"she laughs the most when she's with me, though!" chan argues.

"that's because you're comedic relief."

"i still make her laugh more, right, aerin?"

"...i think you're going to make her hate us," wonwoo deadpans, a worried expression on his face.

"she's 5, i don't think she knows the feelings of hate yet," jun responds.

"seriously, is just being up at her face a good thing for a 5 year old...?"

jihoon watches with a soft smile on his face - watching as his lifelines, his members and his daughter, interact and play together. the thought of the long and exhausting practice ahead didn't even enter his brain space at all. it was just... warm.

"not that i'm complaining that your daughter is here, jihoon, but... why is she here?" hyelim-sseam asks, trying her best to grab ahold of the situation.

there is no way they're going to start practice on time. and they might even have to end earlier because of aerin.

"y/n got called in at work and had to drop her off about three hours ago," he responds. "i didn't think she'll be this hyper, sorry."

"THREE HOURS AND YOU DIDN'T LET ME SEE MY NIECE?!" soonyoung shouts, turning his head quick to his best friend. "how dare you! you kept my niece away from me when i was here rotting in the building!"

"hoshi-hyung was recording his solo, he was not rotting," minghao corrects, following closely behind the group. to be honest, minghao was terrified of his members dropping the child... especially if mingyu was the one carrying her.

"see, i shouldn't be asking you about your parenting style, but should we stop them from... throwing aerin around like a sack of potatoes?" joshua furrows his eyebrows as he stands beside jihoon.

jihoon shrugs, "as long as they don't kill her or hurt her in any way, it should be fine. either way, i need them to tire her out so she can take her official nap of the day."

"official?" shua repeats.

he nods, changing into his proper shoes. "she could take as many mini naps as she wants, but when it's nap time, she passes out."

"it's 3pm."

"exactly. nap time."

seungcheol laughs, shaking his head. "i don't think i've grasped the idea that one of us actually has a kid now..."

"oi, seungcheol-ah," jeonghan calls from across the loud practice room. "if you're basically the dad of seventeen, does that mean aerin is your granddaughter? how does it feel to be a grandpa at 36?"

seungcheol immediately turns his head to glare at him.

"gramps!" joshua doesn't make it any better.

seungcheol points at him, "hey!"

jeonghan and shua both snicker at his response. looks like they found their new nickname for seungcheol. how have they not thought about it before?

"you know, i'm just glad i don't have to be the one putting in all that energy right before practice," jihoon mutters, taking a seat on the couch by the wall.

"mhm," vernon agrees - on his phone beside his hyung. "at least aerin's helping us delay practice and maybe help it end earlier. you should bring her here more often, hyung."

"is that what you're getting out of this?"

"well... i'm not trying to fight for aerin's attention, and i don't plan on dying of exhaustion from practice..."

"all of them are going to pass out after the hour and a half mark."

"oh, definitely."

practice was officially going to start 30 minutes later than usual. the staff was watching in awe (but also cooing and treating the little girl) at the members who were completely head over heels for the daughter of their friend.

"i know this was going to happen when one of us has a kid... but aerin's going to be spoiled rotten as she gets older," seungcheol laughs at the sight.

"you're apart of that crew, too," jihoon comments, snapping a quick photo of aerin at the centre of attention.

"oh, obviously," their leader didn't deny. "but i kind of doubt she has that materialistic need for anything, just like you."

"she loves being around people."

"yeah... definitely got that from y/n."

aerin somehow manages to break away from the rest of seventeen, running over to the sofa where all the members thought she was going to her dad... but no. instead, she jumped right on top of vernon, who was too focused on his phone to notice the toddler that was running at him at full speed.

"uncle vernon!" she shouts, leaping right on top of him.

"oh shi-" he quickly covers his mouth. "aerin!"

"hi, uncle vernon!" aerin's smile as so bright that they probably didn't even need the sun anymore. "what are you doing~?"

"on my phone, watching some videos," he answers, shifting his leg so that aerin could sit on his lap more comfortably. "what are you doing, aerin?"

"hanging out with my uncle vernon~" she says in a sing-song voice. "can i watch with you?" aerin sits down on his lap, her back facing his chest while she looks at the phone in vernon's hand.

vernon looks up at his hyungs, who was staring at him with mouths slightly open. "so... does this mean i'm her favourite?"

you nod, putting your daughter's bag down on the couch in the studio. "sorry, i know i said i wasn't probably going to get called in, but here we are..."

"hey, you don't have to apologize," jihoon says, running a hand through his daughter's hair. "you know i love spending time with her."

"but you have work to do-"

"you do, too, darling."

you sigh, shaking your head. "i don't know how long i'll be out, but i packed snacks and a change of clothes in case you stay here later than planned. just make sure you, both of you, get back home before midnight, got it?"

"yes, ma'am," jihoon smiles, leaning in to give you a kiss... but was promptly interrupted by the small human being in his arms.

"daddy! can we go to the practice room? can we see uncle mingyu?" your daughter impatiently asks, using all the 5-year-old strength that she has to crawl out of her father's arms. "daddy, let me down...!"

"...she took a nap on our way here," you add with a laugh. "she's hyper. she might've had sugar on her way up, too."

jihoon put his kid down while giving you a skeptical look, "you allowed her to have sugar knowing she's going to be stuck in the building for the next 5 hours?"

"hey, wear her out for the next hour, and she'll just power nap for the rest."

"yup, got it..." jihoon watches as your daughter climbs onto the couch and searching through her backpack. she pulled out her toy recorder and ran back up to him

"uppy!" she begs, stretching her arms out once more.

"oh my god..." you held back the urge to just not go to work and instead spend the day with your favourite people...

"love, you have to go to work," jihoon reminds you, bringing his daughter back into his arms.

"it's so sad that i have to go to work..." you complain, kissing your daughter's forehead. "i'll be back soon, my lovely."

"bye bye, mommy!" your daughter didn't even hesitate to wave goodbye and snuggle up against her father's chest.

you gasp dramatically, "wow. that's all i get?"

"i love you, mommy!"

after what felt like hours of saying goodbye to your precious daughter, you finally left the studio and (regretfully) headed off to work, meaning it was officially a daddy-daughter work day at the hybe building.

"well, princess? what do you want to do?" jihoon asks, watching as his daughter try to blow into her recorder.

"be with daddy," she says in between off-tune blows.

jihoon watches in amusement as his daughter struggles to find the perfect pitch of her toy recorder, getting more and more frustrated as the sounds kept on sounding worse and worse. she was probably going to throw a fit with the more she plays, but when she looked up and saw her father smiling at her, she immediately brightens.

"daddy, i'm bored," she declares, putting her recorder down.

"are you, honey?" jihoon scans the office, trying to find something that might entertain his daughter for a bit (and won't cause a mess) while he continues to work. after all, he still has some samples and tracks to finish.

that's when he got an even better idea than having his daughter play alone.

"jihoon-yah, oh my god, that meeting took forever, you have no idea how much they just talk and talk and talk!" someone enters the recording studio.

unfortunately for bumzu, his close friend and colleague was entirely off in his own world, clicking away at his computer and monitor - a sight that bumzu is way too used to seeing.

"oi, jihoon, listen to me about this," bumzu puts his bag down and walks up to him... until he notices the little girl sitting on his colleague's lap, having her own pair of headphones on. "oh shit-"

jihoon had his headset on, focused on his computer, which was the normal part of it all. the not normal part of it was the little girl, sitting patiently on his lap with her own pair of blue headphones (expensive headphones, though) while nodding along to... something.

"jihoon-yah?" bumzu snaps his fingers.

jihoon finally looks up, moving one side of his headphones so that his ear was free to listen, "hey, hyung."

"what's aerin doing here?" bumzu's eyes softened at jihoon's daughter. "and... what are you two doing?"

"y/n was called in at work and dropped her off a little bit ago," jihoon answers, pausing the music.

"hey!" his daughter perks up, furrowing her eyebrows at the sudden stop of the music.

bumzu was struggling to grasp the entire situation, shifting his gaze from the adorable girl, to his friend, then back at the monitor and headphones. "are you having your daughter monitor our work or something?"

"that's exactly what we're doing," jihoon confirms, taking off his daughter's headphones as she climbs down from his lap. "she has good taste."

"not surprised. she's your and y/n's daughter..." bumzu says with a small smile. "do you need help babysitting?"

jihoon shakes his head, "nope, it's fine. i have practice later, so i'll just have the members tire her out before getting started. hopefully by then, she'll be too tired to stay awake and power nap until practice is over."

his daughter ran over to her backpack, grabs something that seems like a card, and then runs back over to bumzu. she tugs at his pants, "bumzu!"

bumzu looks down, "what is it, aerin?"

"happy birthday!"

by the way, his birthday was two weeks ago.

despite that fact, he still took the card into his hands. while the handwriting was hardly readable from the outside and the inside, the drawings were surprisingly really good. he could make out the studio - the exact studio they were in right now, along with a drawing of her, her mom, her dad... and bumzu.

he focused a bit more, trying to decipher what the writing said right above the little portrait, and figured it out: universe family.

oh, he was going to cry.

"jihoon, can you be the one on babysitting duty from now on? please bring her more often..." bumzu says, his voice cracking just a bit.

jihoon snickers at his friend's high emotions. "this is exactly why i don't bring her often, hyung."

It was their eighth month as girlfriends, the relationship had gone as it should; Jihoon made you very happy; she always did what you asked, and she was very happy doing it because there was nothing better than seeing you smile. 

But there was a small problem. Your girlfriend might not have been what you thought. 

When you first saw her your impression was that; she was a good girl, gentle, docile with you. 

The small problem is that Lee Jihoon is a pervert. 

And how can she be like that? When she hadn't even dared to let the make out sessions go further. Lee Jihoon's self-control was quite high, even though her head was full of impure thoughts, and she didn't even regret or feel shame about it in the slightest. Someday she would have the chance to do everything she has done to you in her mind.

It was a summer night, the humidity of the day had been getting to you, so when night fell and the cool air began to circulate through Jihoon's apartment, you decided to get comfortable, taking off all your clothes. You ended up wearing the shortest shorts imaginable, and a crop top that you had cut yourself from a t-shirt.

You were sitting at the kitchen island, arching your back, And part of your panties could be seen peeking out 

You were completely unaware of how sinful you looked, humming softly to yourself as you scrolled through your phone at the kitchen island. The cool night air kissed your bare thighs and midriff, and the cropped hem of the makeshift top kept riding up with every little stretch. 

Your shorts had slipped just enough that the lacy edge of your panties peeked out, soft lacy pink against your skin. Innocent as always, you arched your back a little more to ease the stiffness from sitting too long, letting out a small, contented sigh.

Jihoon had been in the living room, supposedly focused on her laptop, but her eyes had abandoned the screen the second you walked in dressed like that.

Fuck.

Her grip tightened on the edge of the couch cushion. 

Eight months. Eight months of perfect gentlemanly—gentlewomanly—behavior. 

Eight months of sweet kisses, hand-holding, and chaste make-outs that always ended before her hands could wander too far. She’d been so good. So patient. But right now, every filthy fantasy she’d locked away was screaming at her.

You, bent over this exact counter. Those tiny shorts pulled down just enough. Your soft, surprised little gasp when she finally stopped holding back. The way your innocent eyes would widen if she told you exactly what she wanted to do to that pretty body.

Jihoon swallowed hard, feeling heat pool low in her stomach. She stood up slowly, quietly, like a predator who didn’t want to startle her prey. Her bare feet padded across the floor until she was right behind you.

“Baby…” Her voice came out lower than usual, a little rough. She placed one hand on the counter beside you, leaning in so her chest brushed lightly against your back. “Is it really that hot here?”

You turned your head, blinking up at her with that pure, unsuspecting smile that always made Jihoon’s heart clench and her thoughts spiral. “Hm? Yes, your house gets all the sunlight, and it just gets so hot! And you told me I could get comfy in your house…”

Comfy. God, you were going to kill her.

Jihoon’s free hand hovered for a second before settling lightly on your exposed waist, thumb stroking the warm skin just under the hem of your crop top. Her touch was gentle—restrained—but her gaze wasn’t. It dragged slowly down your body, taking in the way the shorts hugged your ass, the soft curve of your hips, the little peek of pink lace.

“You have no idea what you look like right now, do you?” she murmured against your ear, voice barely above a whisper. “Sitting here like a sweet little doll, half-naked in my kitchen… arching your back like that.”

Her fingers slipped just under the edge of your top, tracing a slow line along your spine. She could feel you shiver.

“I’ve been so good, haven’t I?” Jihoon continued, pressing a soft kiss just below your ear. “Never pushed. Never took more than you offered. But baby… if you keep dressing like this, I’m not sure how much longer I can pretend I don’t want to ruin you.”

She said the last part so quietly it was almost like she was talking to herself, but you heard it. Your cheeks flushed instantly, that innocent confusion mixing with something new—curious, flustered, a little breathless.

Jihoon pulled back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark with barely-contained hunger.

“But, tell me something, princess,” she whispered, leaning in, “If I asked nicely… would you let me see the rest?” She took the elastic of your panties and stretched it a little, making you whine at the sting of the snap of the elastic with your skin.

Jihoon’s fingers tugged the elastic of your pretty pink panties again, this time just a little further, the fabric pulled taut against your sensitive skin before snapping back lightly. The small whine that escaped your lips went straight to her core.

“Shh, princess… that sound,” she breathed, voice thick with want. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

You squirmed on the stool, thighs pressing together as heat flooded your cheeks and spread down your neck. Your hands gripped the edge of the kitchen island tighter, heart racing so fast you felt dizzy. 

“Jihoonnie… that—that felt weird,” you whispered shyly, voice barely above a breath. Your big, innocent eyes looked up at her, confused but not scared. “You’re… you’re touching my panties. I’ve never… we’ve never…”

“I know, baby. I know.” Jihoon’s hand slid back up, soothing the spot she’d teased, then slipped fully under the hem of your tiny shorts to cup your ass properly, skin on skin this time. 

Her palm was warm, slightly calloused from years of playing instruments, and the contrast made you shiver again. “Eight months I’ve been holding back. Kissing you with gentleness, stopping every time I wanted to lay you down and bury my face between these soft thighs.”

She leaned in closer, pressing her body against yours from the side, lips brushing your flushed cheek.

“But you’re making it so hard to be good tonight. Walking around in these slutty little shorts, bending over, showing me your cute lace panties like it’s nothing…” Her fingers traced the lace edge again, slowly dipping lower until they brushed against your clothed heat from behind. “You’re getting wet already, aren’t you, princess?”

You let out a soft, embarrassed gasp and tried to close your legs, but Jihoon’s body between them stopped you. “Don’t hide from me,” she cooed gently, though her voice had a rough edge. “I want to see everything. I want to know exactly how my innocent little girlfriend reacts when I finally stop pretending.”

Her free hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face so she could kiss you — slow at first, the same sweet way she always did, but quickly deepening when you whimpered into her mouth. Her tongue teased yours, more demanding than ever before.

When she pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected your lips for a second.

“Tell me yes,” Jihoon whispered against your mouth, her fingers still playing with the waistband of your shorts, ready to pull them down. “Tell me I can take these off. Tell me I can get on my knees right here and show you how long I’ve been dying to taste you. I’ll be gentle, baby… at least at first.”

She kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, then down to your neck, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin there while waiting for your answer.

Your whole body felt hot and tingly. The way she was looking at you — like she wanted to devour you — made something flutter nervously yet excitedly in your stomach.

“Jihoon…” you breathed, voice small and shaky, “I… be patient with me, okay? I’ve never done any of this…”

Jihoon’s eyes softened for a moment with pure affection, even as the hunger in them burned brighter.

“I’ll take care of you, princess. I promise.”

Her fingers hooked properly into your shorts and panties now, slowly starting to tug them down your hips as she watched your face for any sign of hesitation.

“I trust you.” 

That was all the permission she needed.

She spun you around on the stool so fast you gasped, then gently but firmly pressed your back against the cool edge of the island counter, and Jihoon wasted no time tugging your tiny shorts and soaked pink panties down your legs in one smooth motion, throwing them somewhere.

“Fuck, look at you…” she groaned, dropping to her knees. “So pretty and dripping already. All for me.”

Before you could even catch your breath, Jihoon spread your thighs wider, leaned in, and dragged her hot tongue slowly through your folds. The sudden wet heat made your knees buckle.

“Ah—! Jihoon—!” you whimpered, hands scrambling for purchase on the counter.

She didn’t hold back. Jihoon licked and sucked at your pussy like a woman starved, her tongue flicking desperately over your swollen clit before dipping inside you. Low, filthy moans vibrated against your core as she tasted you for the first time. She was relentless — sucking your clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue, then fucking you shallowly with it.

You came embarrassingly fast.

Within barely two minutes your thighs were shaking violently, a broken cry tearing from your throat as your first orgasm crashed over you. Jihoon kept licking you through it, drinking every drop like she’d been waiting eight months just for this.

When she finally pulled back, her lips and chin were shiny with your juices. She stood up to face you. Admiring your fucked up expression; glossy eyes, your breathing was rapid and slightly ragged, your lips were slightly parted, and your face had a natural blush.

“Jihoonnie… I feel… hot,” you whimpered desperately, voice trembling and airy. “Like I’m burning up inside… I need— I don’t know what I need…”

The innocent, needy confession shattered the last thin thread of Jihoon’s self-control.

You didn’t wait for her answer. On shaky, post-orgasm legs you pushed yourself forward, hands trembling as they fumbled with the hem of her oversized t-shirt. Jihoon helped you just enough by lifting her arms, and the moment the fabric cleared her head, her full, soft breasts spilled free into the warm kitchen air. Her nipples were already stiff, flushed a pretty shade of pink from how turned on she was.

Without a single thought in your hazy mind, you leaned in like a desperate little puppy and latched onto her right breast. Your lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking hard with wet, greedy sounds that echoed softly in the quiet apartment. Your tongue swirled clumsily, licking and flicking as if you’d been starving for her.

“Mmm—!” Jihoon’s head fell back with a deep, broken groan, her fingers instantly threading through your hair. “Fuck, baby… just like that.”

Your other hand came up to cup her left breast, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh clumsily, kneading it while your mouth continued suckling noisily. You switched sides after a moment, latching onto the other nipple with even more eagerness, whimpering and moaning against her skin as if sucking on her tits was the only thing keeping you sane. Saliva glistened on her breasts, dripping down her cleavage from how messily you were going at it.

Jihoon’s thighs clenched hard, her own pussy throbbing painfully at the sight.

“Shit— baby…” Her voice was completely wrecked, low and raspy. “Look at you… my sweet, innocent princess. Eight months of blushing at simple kisses and now you’re sucking on my tits like a needy little slut who can’t get enough.”

You let out a high-pitched, muffled whine against her chest and sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks, your hands pawing desperately at her breasts as if you wanted to bury yourself in them. 

Your glassy eyes flicked up to meet hers every few seconds — that pure, confused, but utterly horny look that destroyed her.

“You were just cumming on my tongue two minutes ago,” she panted, voice dripping with lust as she cradled the back of your head, pressing you deeper into her chest. “And now here you are… legs still shaking, desperately sucking my tits like you’ll cry if I take them away. God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

She hissed in pleasure when your teeth grazed her sensitive nipple. One of her hands left your hair to slide down your back, groping your bare ass and pulling you closer so your naked body pressed flush against hers.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about ruining this innocence,” she groaned, hips rolling forward instinctively. “I wanted to keep you my pure little angel… but seeing you like this — so desperate, so sloppy, so fucking needy — it’s so much better than any fantasy.”

You pulled off her nipple with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to her glistening breast. Your breathing was ragged, cheeks flushed dark red, eyes shiny with unshed tears of overwhelming want.

“Jihoon…” you breathed, voice small yet dripping with lust. “They’re so soft… I like them… I want more…”

Jihoon let out a shaky laugh that bordered on a moan. She cupped your jaw with one hand, thumb brushing your wet bottom lip.

“Yeah? You like my tits, princess?” She leaned down and kissed you hard, deep, and filthy — tasting herself on your tongue from earlier and the sweetness of your own desperation. The kiss was messy, tongues sliding, teeth nipping. When she finally pulled back, she smirked, eyes dark with promise.

“You're gonna be a good puppy and eat my pussy, baby?” You nodded frantically 

Jihoon’s smirk deepened at your frantic nodding, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “Good girl,” she murmured, voice husky. 

She took your hand and gently pulled you toward the living room, your legs still shaky from your earlier orgasm. The cool air of the apartment kissed your completely naked body as you followed her like an obedient puppy.

She stopped in front of the big couch and turned to face you. With one smooth motion, she pushed her own pants and panties down her legs, kicking them aside. Then she sat down comfortably, thighs spread wide, leaning back against the cushions. Her glistening pussy was fully on display — swollen and really wet.

Jihoon looked at you with heavy-lidded eyes, one hand lazily stroking her own inner thigh.

“Come here, princess,” she said softly but firmly, pointing to the floor between her legs. “On your knees.”

You obeyed instantly, dropping to your knees on the soft rug. Your face was inches away from her soaked core. The scent of her arousal made your head spin and your own pussy clench with fresh heat. You stared, wide-eyed and breathing fast, unsure but so eager.

Jihoon reached down and gently cupped your cheek, thumb stroking your flushed skin.

“Listen carefully, baby. I’m going to teach you how to eat my pussy properly,” she said, voice low and instructional, like a sweet but filthy teacher. “I’ve waited so long for this. I want my innocent little girlfriend to learn exactly how to please me.”

You nodded quickly, eyes flicking nervously between her face and her dripping folds. “O-okay… I want to make you feel good, Jihoonnie…”

“That’s my good girl.” She smiled, then guided your head closer with a hand in your hair. “Start slow. Use your tongue and lick from the bottom all the way up… like this.”

She demonstrated by slowly dragging a finger through her own slit, then brought the glistening finger to your lips so you could taste her. You obediently licked it clean with a shy little moan.

“Now you try.”

You leaned in, hesitant at first, and gave her a long, experimental lick from her entrance up to her clit. Jihoon let out a satisfied sigh, thighs twitching.

“Yes… just like that. Again. Use more pressure, baby. Flatten your tongue.”

You did as told, licking broader and firmer this time. Her taste —slightly tangy, warm, and addictive— made you whimper and press your face closer on your own.

“Good puppy,” Jihoon praised breathlessly, fingers tightening in your hair. “Now focus on my clit. See how swollen it is? Suck on it gently… wrap your lips around it… mmm— fuck, yes, just like that.”

You obeyed eagerly, sucking her clit into your mouth with wet sounds, your tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Your innocent eyes kept glancing up at her for approval, glossy and desperate to please.

Jihoon’s head tipped back against the couch, a deep moan escaping her.

“Fuck… you’re a natural. Now use your tongue to flick it. Faster… ah— good girl. Don’t forget my hole. Push your tongue inside me, princess. Fuck me with it.”

You moaned loudly against her pussy at her filthy words, the vibration making her hips jerk. You stiffened your tongue and pushed it into her tight heat, thrusting it in and out the best you could while your nose brushed against her clit.

Jihoon’s breathing grew ragged. She kept one hand in your hair, guiding you, while the other squeezed her own breast, pinching her nipple.

“That’s it… deeper, baby. You’re doing so well for your first time. My innocent little princess eating pussy like she was made for it… shit, you look so pretty with your face buried between my legs.”

You whimpered at the praise, growing bolder. You alternated between sucking her clit, licking broad stripes, and tongue-fucking her entrance, getting messier by the second. Your own arousal was dripping down your thighs again, the corruption making you burn hotter.

Jihoon’s hips started rolling against your face, chasing more friction.

“Add a finger, princess. Slide one inside me… curl it up— yes, right there. Good girl. Now suck my clit while you finger me. Harder… don’t be shy.”

You followed every instruction perfectly, eyes watering from the intensity but never stopping. The wet, obscene sounds of your mouth and fingers filled the living room alongside Jihoon’s growing moans.

She looked down at you with pure lust and affection, her corruption kink completely satisfied by the sight of her once-shy girlfriend eagerly devouring her pussy.

“Fuck, baby… you’re gonna make me cum so hard if you keep going like that,” she groaned, voice breaking. “Keep sucking— just like that— my perfect little slut in training…”

Jihoon’s breath hitched as she looked down at you, her sweet, innocent girlfriend on her knees with flushed cheeks and glossy, eager eyes. She stroked your hair tenderly, even as her voice stayed low and commanding.

“You’re doing so well already, princess… but we’re not done with your lesson yet.”

She gently pulled your face back a little, making you look up at her while your lips still glistened with her juices.

“First, use your hands more. Don’t be shy.” Jihoon took your right hand and guided it between her thighs. “Spread my lips open with your fingers… yes, like that. Good girl. Now you can see everything, can’t you? My pretty, wet pussy all exposed for you.”

You stared, mesmerized and breathing heavily, your fingers trembling slightly as you held her open. The explicit view made your own core throb painfully.

Jihoon smiled at your innocent awe. “Lick me slowly again. Trace every fold. Taste how wet I am because of you.”

You obeyed immediately, dragging your flat tongue up and down her spread folds in long, deliberate strokes. Jihoon moaned softly, hips twitching.

“Mmm… slower at the bottom, baby. Tease my entrance with the tip of your tongue. Circle it… yes— fuck, just like that. You’re such a quick learner.”

After a minute of letting you explore, she tugged your hair gently to get your attention again.

“Now pay attention to my clit. It’s the most sensitive part. Start by kissing it… soft little kisses… then lick it with just the tip of your tongue. Fast flicks.”

You followed every word like an obedient student, pressing delicate kisses to her swollen clit before flicking your tongue rapidly against it. Jihoon’s thighs started to tremble around your head.

“Ah— good puppy… now suck on it again, but vary the pressure. Gentle… then harder… alternate. And don’t forget to moan while you do it. Let me feel the vibrations.”

The moment you hummed loudly against her clit, Jihoon’s back arched off the couch with a broken groan. “Fuuuck— yes, baby. Just like that.”

She kept one hand in your hair, guiding your rhythm, while her other hand reached down to hold herself open wider for you.

“Slide two fingers inside me now, princess. Slowly at first… feel how warm and tight I am.” You pushed two fingers in carefully, gasping at how hot and wet she felt around them. “Good girl. Now curl them upward, like you’re beckoning me. Stroke that spot inside… keep sucking my clit at the same time.”

The combination made Jihoon’s voice crack into a whimper. You worked hard, pumping your fingers steadily while your mouth stayed latched onto her clit, sucking and licking with messy enthusiasm. Saliva and her arousal coated your chin and cheeks.

“Look at you… my pure little angel with her face buried in my cunt, learning how to please me so eagerly. You’re getting so messy, baby. I love it. Sloppier is better. Let me hear those wet sounds.”

You pushed deeper, curling your fingers faster, making obscene squelching noises every time you thrust in. Your innocent eyes kept flicking up to watch her reactions, desperate for approval.

“Fuck— you’re perfect,” Jihoon panted, rolling her hips against your face. “Now try three fingers. Stretch me open… yes, baby, just like that. And use your other hand to play with my tits. Pinch my nipples while you eat me.”

You reached up blindly, groping her soft breast and rolling her stiff nipple between your fingers while your mouth and other hand worked relentlessly between her legs. Jihoon’s moans grew louder, more desperate.

“Alternate between sucking my clit and tongue-fucking my hole again. Keep switching… don’t let me get used to one thing. Make me feel everything.”

You obeyed beautifully — sucking hard on her clit for several seconds, then pulling back to thrust your tongue inside her as deep as you could, over and over. Your nose bumped against her clit with every movement, and your fingers never stopped their steady curling motion.

Jihoon’s grip in your hair tightened, her thighs starting to shake.

“You’re going to make me cum so fucking hard, princess… my innocent little puppy is turning into such a greedy pussy eater. Keep going— don’t you dare slow down. Suck my clit harder while you finger me… yes— right there— fuck, baby, you’re so good for me…”

Her voice was breaking more with every word, hips grinding messily against your face as she chased her pleasure, still trying to teach you even as her control slipped.

Jihoon’s moans grew louder and more desperate, her usual composure completely shattered as you followed every filthy instruction with eager, clumsy devotion.

“Fuck— princess, don’t stop,” she gasped, hips grinding messily against your face. “Suck my clit harder— yes, just like that— and keep curling those fingers. You’re gonna make me cum, baby. My innocent little girlfriend is gonna make me cum all over her pretty face—”

Her thighs started trembling violently around your head. You whimpered loudly against her pussy, the vibrations pushing her right over the edge.

Jihoon came hard with a broken, throaty cry, her back arching sharply off the couch. Her walls clenched tightly around your fingers as her orgasm crashed through her, hot wetness flooding your tongue and dripping down your chin. You kept sucking and licking through it all, just like she’d taught you, drinking every drop while she shook and moaned your name like a prayer.

Only when her thighs finally stopped quivering did you slowly pull back, breathing heavily. Your face was a complete mess — lips swollen, chin shiny with her cum, eyes glassy and dazed with lust.

Jihoon looked down at you with pure, dark affection. She sat up, cupped your flushed cheeks, and kissed you deeply, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You did so good, princess,” she praised between kisses, voice still husky. “Such a fast learner… my perfect little pussy eater.”

You whimpered softly at the praise, still aching and dripping between your own legs. Jihoon noticed immediately.

“Come here, baby.” She pulled you up onto the couch with her, then gently laid you down on your back. She climbed over you, eyes burning with hunger. “Now it’s time for something else. I want us to feel each other… really close.”

She spread your legs wide and positioned herself between them, lowering her still-sensitive pussy until it pressed directly against yours. The slick, wet heat of her folds sliding against your own made you gasp sharply.

The moment her hot, soaked pussy pressed flush against yours, slick folds sliding together with wet, obscene sounds, you let out a broken gasp.

“Jihoon—!” you moaned, voice airy and already cracking. “It feels… so warm… and wet… ahh—”

Jihoon groaned deeply, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate grind so your swollen clits kissed perfectly with every movement. “That’s it, princess. This is how I want you— pussy to pussy, dripping all over each other.”

She started slow and deep, letting you feel every slick slide, every filthy drag of her wet cunt against yours. The lewd, squelching sounds filled the living room as your combined arousal mixed messily. But you were far too sensitive, far too needy after everything she’d already done to you.

Within seconds your innocent brain started melting.

“J-Jihoonnie… hah… it’s slippery… feels so good…” you whimpered, eyes glazing over as your hips jerked up instinctively, chasing more friction like a desperate puppy in heat.

Jihoon’s smirk turned darker. She braced her hands beside your head and picked up the pace, grinding harder, faster, smearing her cum and your fresh wetness all over both of you.

“Fuck, listen to how wet you are, baby. My innocent little girlfriend’s cunt is drooling all over mine.”

You couldn’t even respond properly anymore. 

You didn't know when you were on top of her, rutting against her pussy. Your mind was turning into mush. All you could do was whimper and babble, eyes half-lidded and glassy as you rutted up against her frantically.

“Hot… so hot… Jihoon… more… please…” you mumbled dumbly, hands grabbing at her waist, nails digging in as you tried to pull her closer. Your hips moved in sloppy, desperate circles, grinding your pussy against hers like you’d die if you stopped. “Feels… ah— feels tingly… inside… want more… pleasepleaseplease—”

Jihoon laughed softly, breathy and aroused, watching you fall apart so beautifully. She reached between your bodies and spread your folds wider with two fingers, making your clits press even tighter together with every thrust.

“That’s my good little puppy. Look at you— humping my pussy like a bitch in heat. All that innocence gone already, huh?”

You nodded frantically, tears slipping down your flushed cheeks as you chased the pleasure with pure desperation. Your hips bucked up wildly, messy and uncoordinated, rubbing your slick cunt against hers with wet, frantic strokes.

“Mmm— Jihoonnie’s pussy… so good… so wet… rubbing me… hah— ahh! Clit… my clit feels— feels—” Your words dissolved into incoherent mumbling. “Wanna cum… wanna cum on you… please… moremoremore—”

Jihoon groaned at how filthy and adorable you sounded, completely lost in heat. The wet slapping sounds were growing louder.

“Yeah? You wanna cum on my cunt, princess? Then hump me like the needy slut you are. Grind that desperate little pussy on me. That’s it— fuck, just like that. Look how sloppy you’re getting.”

You were panting like an animal now, legs shaking as you rutted up against her with pure instinct. Your hands pawed at her breasts again, squeezing and pinching her nipples while you babbled nonsense against her shoulder.

“Soft… tits soft… pussy so slippery… love Jihoon’s pussy… wanna stay like this… never stop… ah— ahh— cumming… think I’m gonna— gonna—”

You sped up, rolling your hips in tight, filthy circles that made your clits grind perfectly together over and over. The pressure was unbearable, the slick heat overwhelming.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fucking pussy like a good little puppy,” she growled. “Let me feel you throb against me.”

Your eyes rolled back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as your second orgasm hit you like a freight train. You came hard, hips jerking and twitching uncontrollably as your pussy spasmed and gushed against hers. Broken, dumb little sobs and whimpers spilled from your lips the entire time.

“Jihoon— cumming… cumming on you— hah— ahhh!”

Jihoon followed right after, moaning loudly as she felt your cunt throbbing and soaking hers. She kept grinding through both your orgasms, prolonging the pleasure until you were both oversensitive and trembling.

Even after you came, your hips kept making tiny, pathetic little thrusts against her, still chasing friction like you couldn’t stop.

Jihoon kissed your sweaty forehead, smiling darkly as she watched you — completely fucked out, mumbling incoherently, still weakly grinding against her soaked pussy.

“My perfect little puppy…”

Jihoon held you tightly as you both came down from your highs, her arms wrapped securely around your trembling body. Your hips were still making tiny, unconscious little thrusts against her, even as your breathing slowly evened out. She let you ride out those last pathetic twitches, gently stroking your back and kissing your damp forehead.

“Shhh… easy, princess,” she whispered softly, voice warm and full of affection. “I’ve got you. Just breathe for me.”

You were completely boneless, face buried in her neck, mumbling incoherent little sounds against her skin. Jihoon carefully rolled you both onto your sides so she could look at you. Your eyes were glassy and unfocused, cheeks flushed deep red, lips swollen and parted as you panted softly.

She brushed stray strands of hair from your sweaty forehead, then leaned in to press slow, gentle kisses all over your face — your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your trembling lips.

“You were so perfect, baby,” she murmured between kisses. “My sweet, innocent girl… turned into such a desperate little puppy in heat for me. Look at you now, all fucked out and cute.”

You whimpered weakly at her words, nuzzling closer. Jihoon smiled and reached down to gently separate your bodies, both of you hissing softly at the oversensitive drag of wet skin. She stood up, scooped you into her arms without hesitation, and carried you bridal-style to the bedroom.

Once there, she laid you down carefully on the soft sheets and disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. She returned with a warm, damp towel and a bottle of water.

“Drink a little for me, princess,” she coaxed, helping you sit up just enough to take a few sips. Then she gently cleaned you up between your thighs, her touch feather-light and patient every time you twitched or let out a small, sensitive whine.

“So messy… my good girl made such a big mess,” she teased softly, but her eyes were full of love. After cleaning you thoroughly, she wiped herself down quickly and tossed the towel aside before crawling into bed beside you.

Jihoon pulled the blanket over both of you and immediately drew you back into her arms. You curled into her like a kitten, one leg thrown over hers, face pressed between her soft breasts as she held you close.

“You did amazing tonight,” she whispered, fingers slowly threading through your hair in soothing strokes. “I’m so proud of you. My perfect little princess.”

You let out a tiny, content sigh, already drifting. “Jihoonnie… warm… safe…” you mumbled sleepily.

She chuckled quietly and kissed the top of your head. “That’s right, baby. You’re safe with me. Always.”

For a while, she just held you in comfortable silence, rubbing your back and occasionally pressing soft kisses to your hair. When she thought you were almost asleep, she spoke again, voice low and teasing:

“Rest up tonight, princess… because tomorrow morning, when you wake up, I’m not letting you leave this bed for a long time. I still have so much more to show you… I want to watch you ride my face. I should buy a strap, I want to fuck you nice and deep with my strap until you’re crying and begging. And maybe… if you’re really good for me, I’ll let you try sitting on my cock while I play with those pretty tits.”

You let out a soft, shy whimper at her words, even half-asleep, your fingers tightening against her skin.

Jihoon smiled against your hair, satisfied.

“Sleep now, my sweet girl. You’re going to need all your energy.”

She held you tighter, listening to your breathing slowly deepen, already fantasizing about everything she was going to do to her newly corrupted little girlfriend as soon as the sun came up.

SWEAT TRICKLES DOWN THE BACK OF YOUR NECK AND THIGHS. Irritated, you wipe at the back of your neck for what feels like the hundredth time before pulling at the collar of your shirt, fanning it in hopes of cooling the rest of your body off. It’s unseasonably hot, a heat wave sweeping through the city and turning your office cubicle into a toaster oven.

The small fan on your desk whirs pitifully, barely offering any sort of respite. Adjusting in your seat does nothing but remind you how uncomfortable you are, the scratchy grain of the chair digging into the back of your sweating thighs, the underwire of your bra digging into your ribs, the heat rash forming where your underwear digs into the creases of your hips. 

Unbearable. 

A message pings on your computer and you open it, growling in irritation as you see a message from Wonwoo in the cubicle behind you. 

Jeon Wonwoo: Ever heard of suppressants, diva? 

You: IT’S FUCKING HOT IN HERE

You: Tell this company to BUY SOME FUCKING AIRCONDITIONERS 

Jeon Wonwoo: Irritable… sweaty… irrational… 

You grab the nearest pen and whip around in your chair, launching it at the back of his head. It hits with a satisfying thwack. He flinches, cursing as his hand flies up to rub the spot where you nailed him. Wonwoo turns in his seat, shooting you a dirty look over his shoulder.

You meet his glare with a stuck-out tongue and a very deliberate middle finger before turning back to your screen, face flushed, partially from the heat, partially from embarrassment.

He doesn’t get it. You know he’s just teasing, but it still stings. That old, familiar insecurity curls in your gut at his jest, no matter its innocence. Being an omega is hard enough. You’ve spent years unlearning shame, of trying to accept this part of yourself you never asked for. And you’ve gotten pretty far with that. 

But then something as simple as a heatwave hits, the rise in temperature turning your body traitorous, unable to accommodate for a little bit of humid air and heat. 

Of course, Wonwoo doesn’t understand - can’t conceptualize the level of difficulty it is to maintain a baseline for you. Betas don’t have to deal with this kind of hormonal chaos. Sure, they’ve got their own issues - media erasure, medical neglect, in general being left out - but it’s not the same. Not when your body actively works against you, not when your biology fights you. 

You sigh. There’s no point in going down the rabbit hole and comparing omegas and betas. You’ve traveled that road since your subgender presented itself in your freshman year of college. Comparison is the thief of joy, but it’s also an endless torture device. 

Your thighs rub together uncomfortably when you get up. You swipe your water bottle, unscrewing the cap as you duck out of your cubicle, head down and steps fast. You’re pretty sure Wonwoo is attuned to your scent more than others, having been one of your closest friends and cubicle-neighbor for the better part of five years. But still, you’re nervous about it, hand snaking up to touch the translucent patch on the side of your neck, meant to dampen the smell from your glands. 

No one pays you much mind. You breathe a sigh of relief to find the break room empty. You make a beeline to the water cooler in the corner, sliding the water bottle under it and pressing the tap. As it fills, the air conditioning kicks on, the vent right above you. 

Cool air hits the back of your neck. Your eyes flutter, a shiver of relief slithering through you. For a moment, you lose yourself, letting the cool wick away the sticky sweat, the first time you’ve felt a little relief all day. A small sound escapes your mouth, half whimper and half plea. 

Someone clears their throat and you flinch, losing your grip on the water bottle. It crashes to the ground, water splashing up your legs but more importantly, all over the floor. You squeak in panic, diving to pick it up in an attempt to stop the outflow of water. 

Hands dripping, you pivot on your heel, scanning for paper towels only to find them being offered. You blink in surprise, body going rigid as you become acutely aware of who is offering them. 

Choi Seungcheol watches you with quiet concern, dark eyes steady behind his glasses. He keeps a respectful distance, arms extended with a roll of paper towels, waiting for you to take them. But you don’t move. Your pulse pounds in your neck as your gaze drops from his face to his hands, large and patient.

He has pretty hands, you think absently, staring a beat too long.

For a moment, all you can hear is the roar of blood in your ears. Then, he steps forward without a word, crouching down to wipe the water pooling around  your feet. You jerk, startled, a sharp sound of protest escaping you as you drop down and snatch more paper towels from his hands. Apologies tumble out, disjointed and breathless, your thoughts scattered. 

He doesn’t back away. Instead, he methodically dabs at the wet tile while trying to avoid soaking himself in the process. His proximity is overwhelming, his spicy scent nearly knocking you over. You grit your teeth and clench your jaw, irritated. He’s not supposed to affect you like this - never has before. 

Seungcheol is always mild. Unassuming. He’s worked here as long as you have, one of the few alphas on your floor, and one of the most reserved. He keeps to his office, always dimly lit, always quiet. He greets you politely. Never lingers. 

It surprised you when you first met him. Seungcheol looks like the type of alpha who is the opposite of quiet and shy. There’s a gravitas to him that you haven’t quite figured out and a body made to ruin. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a voice deep enough to rattle through your spine even on your best days. 

Yet somehow, he’s never once made a pass on a single omega at work. 

Which, he shouldn’t. You respect that about him, which feels ridiculous. You shouldn’t have to be flattered by the bare minimum of respect, shouldn’t need to be surprised when an alpha is able to be normal. To treat you like a human being. 

You mumble a quiet thanks, focusing on the mess. It’s the only thing tethering you right now. It shouldn’t feel this intense, but the goddamn heat is getting to you. It’s baking you from the inside out, turning your cube walls suffocating. It makes you tired. Irritable. Prone to throwing pens at Wonwoo’s head. 

“Thanks,” you mutter when you stand. You toss the soggy paper towels into the bin, avoiding his gaze. “Sorry again.” 

“No need to apologize. I’m sorry I startled you.”

Seungcheol stands slowly. You don’t move, watching the way he wipes his damp hands across his slacks. You hate that you notice how the fabric pulls over his thighs. As soon as you have the thought, you avert your eyes, looking anywhere but him, afraid that he’ll see the embarrassment or the way your body reacts without your permission. 

“It’s been a long week,” Seungcheol offers, voice soft. “You alright? I know Jeonghan had you working on that insane report.”

You swallow past the dry patch in your throat. “All good. Just tired. It’ll probably keep me here forever, but what can you do?”

“Mhmm. Don’t forget it’s Friday - cleaning locks the office and will trap you inside.”

“Sounds like you’re intimately familiar.” 

His smile is soft, cheeks flushed. “Cannot confirm or deny.”

“I see.” You gesture to the watery floor. “Thank you, again. And sorry for being a bit clumsy.”

“No problem.” 

You slide away from him, hoping that he can’t tell that you’re leaning, trying to avoid catching his scent again. He doesn’t seem to notice - or has the decency not to make it obvious - and you slip away from the break room, all but running to your cube.

Inside your little haven, you rip open one of your drawers, grabbing a pheromone damp nasal spray. You all but shove it up your cranium, putting it as far up your nasal passage as you can manage before squeezing and shooting a blast of medical grade dampener up your nose, inhaling sharply. 

It helps a little, settling your nerves and erasing the lingering scent of Seungcheol. You breathe out a sigh, calm and collected. Carefully and quickly, you peel the suppressant patch off your neck and swap it for a new one. It tingles when you apply it, the microneedles that embed into the skin to deliver suppressant a cool sensation at first. 

When you settle, you feel much better. It isn’t until you turn to start knocking out the rest of your report that you realize you never refilled your water bottle after dropping it, making you lean back on your desk and groan. 

-

Working for Yoon Jeonghan comes with its challenges. He's incredibly sharp and a natural leader, but he tends to be a bit forgetful and brings a touch of chaos wherever he goes. Jeonghan is the reason you’d started working at this company, though, admiring that there was an omega in charge, defying the long-standing social norms that omegas could not lead. 

It’s a silly stereotype, but you’ve been fighting stereotypes your entire life, unlearning your own and reminding yourself that there are still inherent biases to unlearn. 

Like right now, when you're mentally cursing Jeonghan for tossing a last-minute report your way, even though he had multiple reminders in his inbox and just forgot he'd opened them. You only blame him a little. Work’s been nonstop, keeping him up at all hours, and if there’s one thing that truly makes Jeonghan unbearable, it’s sleep deprivation.

Jeonghan doesn’t have an assistant, but you’re the closest thing to it, one of the few people in the office he trusts to get things done. So when he’s on vacation and starts spamming your email that he dropped the ball, it’s on you to cover for him, like he’s done for you in the past. 

The consequence of competency, he’d told you over the phone, the sound of the ocean in the background. I’m sorry, I owe you, please don’t quit. 

You weren’t going to quit. Despite your irritation, you like working for Jeonghan, and despite the unbearable heat burning in your cubicle, you like being able to focus on pulling and building reports, inputting data into a spreadsheet and setting pivot tables and charts.

It makes you forget about the world for a little bit, including the oppressive office air and the way that the building’s air conditioner barely keeps up with the raging temperatures outside. Makes you forget about the incident in the breakroom, and about everything else, including the passage of time. 

Above you, the lights go out. You flinch, looking up in surprise. Rubbing your eyes, you blink until your computer screen comes back into focus, looking at the time. You groan. It’s past seven, far later than you meant to stay at work. But you’re done with the report, dragging the attachment to your email to fire it off to Jeonghan with a less than happy emoji pasted in the body of the email. 

Exhaustion weighs you down when you stand. Your joints pop and everything feels hot and itchy again, all of your irritations flooding back to pester you now that you’re not locked in on your work. You flip off the fan, lamp and computer at your desk. Immediately without air circulation, your cube is sweltering, the dress sticking to you, fabric itchy and clinging to your skin.

A sudden wave of dizziness makes the room tilt around you. You steady yourself with deep, measured breaths, trying to stay grounded. A spike in temperature is normal. You can deal with it. It’s manageable. Sure, the heat triggers a surge of estriolase, the hormone that kicks in during Stage 1 of an omega’s heat cycle. And sure, it leaves you flushed, restless, skin prickling with irritation, and-  

“You’re still here?”

You shriek, whirling around, heart hammering as your hand flies to your chest in terror. Seungcheol takes a cautious step back into the hallway, hands lifted in surrender, quiet concern etched into his features. For a moment, the air between you is thick with silence, broken only by your uneven breathing, still reeling from the rush of epinephrine and cortisol.

Being an omega means constantly walking a tightrope of hormones. One shift sets off another, like dominoes toppling. Fear bumps into instinct, instinct stirs something deeper, until your body is a storm of tangled biochemistry.

Now, your body is caught in a storm of fear, annoyance, embarrassment and interest, each one fighting for dominance. You swallow thickly and lean off your desk, ignoring the way your body flashes between hot and cold, fear and something else.

“Just finished Jeonghan’s report.”

“Ah.” 

Something passes his face. It’s unreadable, but he’s focused. Your skin prickles under the heavy weight of his stare, watching as his mouth tightens at the corner. 

“You heading out?” 

“Yeah.”

A beat passes. His gaze flickers briefly, so fast that you’re not sure you track the movement correctly, but you swear it drops to the patch on your neck, dampening your scent. His jaw flexes once before he offers you a tight smile, gesturing. 

“Mind if I walk you out? It’s late.”

Your heart hammers. “Sure.” 

You’ve walked out of work with Seungcheol before. He offers to walk anyone out when it’s after hours, even if he himself isn’t leaving yet. It has nothing to do with your subgender and everything to do with him being kind, a sort of stoic office guardian.

Grabbing the rest of your things, you follow Seungcheol in silence. The building is quiet, both of you the only people still around on a weekend. The lack of sound amplifies everything else: the sound of your own quickened breathing, the warmth pulsing under your skin, the spicy scent of Seungcheol as he steps onto the elevator, lingering at the threshold to hold the door open for you.

You murmur a thank you as you pass by him. You can’t help the shiver that snakes through you as you pass. You clench your fists, angry and willing yourself to calm down. This has never happened around Seungcheol, and you blame the fucking weather for the way your body overrides you now. 

The forty five seconds spent in the elevator are borderline hell. Neither of you says anything. You’ve pressed yourself in the corner, trying to remain nonchalant, like your entire world isn’t spinning, like there isn’t a dull ache in the pit of your stomach, like there isn’t saliva pooling at the back of your tongue. 

Seungcheol smells warm. Grounding. Something that lingers, sharp and clean with a bit of a bite. You breathe in, trying to figure it out. Perhaps bergamot and cardamom, spice touched by sweetness, a hint of earth. 

The elevator dings and Seungcheol is halfway through the lobby before you realize it. You push off the elevator wall after him, steps stilted and uneven. It’s even hotter in the tiny lobby of your office building, making a bead of sweat trail down the back of your neck. You adjust your dress, licking your lips in an attempt to relieve the hot flash threatening you. 

Seungcheol pushes on the glass doors at the front, but they don’t budge. Both of you stand and stare for a second before he curses low under his breath, voice like gravel. You ignore what your stomach does at the sound of it as he turns to look at you, expression wary.

“Remember what I said in the break room?” You definitely remember the break room, but not anything he said. “The cleaners come on Friday evenings and they lock the doors.” 

“Oh.”

Seunghecol walks back to the elevator and swipes his badge at the scanner and presses the button. The metal doors do not open again, and the button doesn’t light up. He curses again, pinching the bridge of his nose right beneath his glasses. 

“Badges don’t work after hours.”

“They don’t?”

“No. It’s not the first time I’ve been stuck here, unfortunately.” He adjusts the strap on his bag and pulls a cellphone from his pocket. “Thankfully I have security’s number saved for exactly that reason.”

Seungcheol’s words do little to bring you relief. He paces a few steps away from you, dialing a number on the phone. He holds the phone to his ear, waiting for security to pick up. His free hand is stuffed into the pocket of his slacks, thumb tapping idly. You stand a few feet away, arms crossed, trying to focus on the sterile, white glow of the lobby lights instead of the way your skin feels like it’s humming.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Seungcheol’s voice sounds loud, making you twitch. “Yes, I’m locked in the lobby again.” He glances at you. “I’m with another coworker as well. The badge isn’t working to get us back up. Can you come let us out?” 

You barely register his words. A flush is working its way up from your stomach to your chest, your chest to your shoulders, shoulder to elbows. You feel it unfurl, the slow-burning petals of a flower blooming. The air feels thick and heavy, almost damp, and no amount of focused breathing seems to help with the pulse you feel throbbing in your neck.

Seungcheol’s voice momentarily pulls you from your daze. “They’re sending someone from central security. Might take about an hour, though. They were in the middle of a shift rotation.” 

You nod, swallowing hard. “Alright.” 

“Are you alright?” Seungcheol asks quietly, eyes fixated on you. 

You open your mouth to say yes, but the word dies in your throat. Because you’re not. Not really. There’s a heat curling deep in your belly now, slow and insistent, and your clothes feel too tight, your skin too sensitive. You press your palm against the marble wall behind you, trying to ground yourself with the coolness of the stone.

“Yeah,” you manage, nodding and giving him a thumbs up. 

You’re anything but. It hits you slowly, but when it does, it locks into place with terrifying clarity: the dizziness, the temperature spikes, the way everything around you sounds sharper, smells sharper, the bergamot and cardamom. 

Your body is crawling toward Stage 1 of heat, triggered by the unbearable temperature spike across the city and the unbearable proximity of the alpha standing across the lobby from you. 

You shift your weight, arms tightening around yourself, every nerve ending suddenly too aware of Seungcheol’s presence. He’s not even close, but you can feel him. Or maybe it’s just your scent receptors going haywire, both just as likely. 

“You’re flushed,” he says after a moment, eyes not quite meeting yours now. “You sure you’re not getting sick?”

“No,” you say too quickly. “I don’t think it’s that.”

Seungcheol’s brows pull together, not believing you but not sure what to make of it. He shifts his weight, gaze scanning you, trying to figure you out. You refuse to meet his eyes, looking up at the lobby lights that are too bright, making you squint. But you can feel him watching you, his gaze intense. 

“You look uncomfortable.” He shifts a little further from you. “I apologize if-”

“It’s not you!” You blurt, a little forceful. “It’s just hot in here. It’s… hard on me.” 

When he doesn’t answer, you dare a look at him. Seungcheol tilts his head slightly, like he doesn’t believe you but won’t push it. He nods, leaning against a wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes track the way his biceps flex, the way his shirt compresses across his chest and your mouth goes dry. 

He studies you carefully now, eyes narrowing just slightly—not in suspicion, but understanding. Something settles in his expression, the faintest flicker of recognition behind his eyes. Fuck. Fuck. He knows. He knows and the embarrassment is so overwhelming you nearly fold over and start crying. 

Still, he doesn't call you out. Doesn’t voice what you’re sure he knows, what his instincts are telling him. Doesn’t corner you with it.

Instead, he says, “Tell me something you enjoy.”

“What?”

He watches you, eyes soft. “Anything. To pass time. I only know the basics about you. Tell me something you’re passionate about.”

Something you're passionate about? A million things run through your mind. You grab the first thing you can think of, a single subject that you’re well-versed in.

“There’s a theory that the Tyrannosaurus Rex didn’t roar.” 

He looks confused. “The dinosaur?” 

“Yes. Like you know in the movie how they… rahhh.” You imitate the noise, immediately wanting to smack yourself for the ridiculousness of it. He presses his lips together, trying not to laugh. He nods and gestures for you to continue, dark eyes focused only on you. “So it’s a total myth. Scientists think they made way lower sounds, like… you know when crocodiles do that weird purr?” 

“Crocodile purr?”

“Yeah you know when they…” You hunch your shoulders. “Do that weird water rumble thing.” 

“I think I follow.”

You nod rapidly, grateful for the distraction even as your heart beats way too fast. “Yeah, like a subsonic hum. They think it was more intimidating that way. A sound that could vibrate through the chest cavity of its prey. Honestly, it’s kind of genius.”

He watches you with quiet amusement, one brow raised but not mocking. “I didn’t know you were into dinosaurs.”

“I was obsessed as a kid,” you admit, shrugging, eyes still fixed on the security panel like it’ll spark to life if you ignore it long enough. “Used to correct people all the time. I was that kid. I got in trouble once for lecturing my cousin while playing with dinosaurs because Stegosaurus and a T. rex never existed at the same time. They lived millions of years apart! And he was trying to tell me they were best friends.” You scoff. “As if.”

You hear a soft chuckle across the lobby and you look up to meet his face. Your pulse flutters again, reminding you why Seungcheol asked you to distract yourself in the first place. 

As though he can sense where your thoughts are going, Seungcheol asks, “So are you one of those people who thinks the Jurassic Park raptors were too big?” 

You huff, a flare of irritation licking through you. “Well yeah. They were too big, thank you for asking. Plus, Alan Grant pointed out in the first movie that they were the size of turkeys, and then they get to Isla Nublar and they’re fucking six feet tall! And they were supposed to have feathers!”

“Not very intimidating.”

“I mean, I feel like a giant bird of prey is pretty intimidating.” 

Seungcheol grins and you feel another shiver threaten to pulse through you. His grin is beautiful, turning his face from intimidating to soft in seconds. “I’m never going to be able to take them seriously again, I think.”

“You’re welcome.”

It’s quiet again. The tension from earlier hasn’t disappeared, but something in the air feels different. Sweat fills the creases behind your knees, beads on the small of your back, gathers on your thighs. Your rambling had made you forget about it all for a moment, but now it’s back, the awareness of the way your body is crawling toward Stage 1 of your heat. 

If security gets here soon, you’ll be okay. It’s the lightest phase of the cycle, manageable with some effort and focus. But it’s unpredictable. Sometimes it lingers, sometimes it crashes into the next stage without warning. And while your body usually keeps a steady three-month rhythm, outside stimuli can trigger an early onset.

Like being trapped in an overheated lobby with an alpha just a few yards away. One who’s quiet, watching, aware. 

Still, it’s not unmanageable. You’ve handled worse. If you can get home in time, the meds waiting in your cabinet will ease you through the worst of it, keep you from slipping into second and third stage alone, unprepared.

If not…

No, you can’t think about that. If you stray too far to the second stage of your cycle before getting home, your options are limited and grim. 

You don’t like any of them. 

You shift your stance again, ankles crossing and uncrossing, arms hugging your waist like that might hold everything in place. But it’s not helping anymore. Your skin feels too tight, like it doesn’t fit right on your body. The heat is building now, no longer a low thrum, but a steady pulse radiating from your core, licking up your spine and sinking into your limbs. Your breaths come shorter, faster, and there’s a dull ache beginning in your lower belly, something deep and hormonal and utterly beyond your control.

“Hey,” Seungcheol says, causing you to look at him. His face is soft. Concerned. “You still with me?”

The way he says it, soft and gentle, makes things worse. Makes you want to whine and cross the lobby floor to him, to let him pull you in tight and tell you it’ll be okay. To comfort you. The desire is so bad that you realize you’re much farther into Stage 1 than you thought.

Panic starts to nip at your heels. You’re unsure what to do. There’s nothing on you besides your nasal spray and your patches to help you out, but those aren’t what you need. Your patches protect others from your scent and the nasal spray protects you from others - from Seungcheol. 

You try to answer, but your voice catches in your throat, coming out thin and shaky. “I’m okay.”

“Are you in prodrome?” he asks quietly, voice pitched low and careful.

You flinch when he finally says it out loud, letting the acknowledgement ring in the lobby. You close your eyes for a moment, your silence an answer in itself. 

Seungcheol sighs and pulls his phone back out of his pocket, dialing as he lifts it to his ear. “Yeah, I know. Look, you need to expedite. My colleague needs medical assistance and we’re still locked in the lobby. No… no.” Seungcheol glances at you. “She’s experiencing prodrome. Can you please expedite? Yes. Thank you.” 

He hangs up and turns back to you, stepping slowly so he doesn’t overwhelm, arms loose at his sides in a show of calm. “They’re sending someone now. Shouldn’t be long.”

You nod, but your breathing is uneven, shallow now. You can feel the sweat dripping down your spine, the pressure behind your eyes. Everything smells too sharp, too thick. Especially him. Spice and warmth and safety. It’s awful. 

Seungcheol stays where he is, a careful distance between you, but his voice is steady when he says, “Tell me what you need. What I can do to help.”

“I’m fine.”

“I mean it. If you need space, I’ll back off. If you need something cold, we’ll figure it out. Just don’t… don’t try to pretend this isn’t happening. Let me help you.” 

The kindness in his voice cracks something in your chest. No judgment, no pressure, just him, steady and solid, offering help while your body betrays you one symptom at a time. 

You swallow hard. “I just need to get out. I just need to make it home before it gets worse.”

Seungcheol nods, no hesitation. “Then we’ll get you home. I promise.”

Time moves like molasses. The silence between you thickens. You give up on standing, sitting on the cool tile floor. It only offers momentary respite until you’re panting again, struggling to maintain your grip on yourself. 

It’s not working. Your entire body is pulsing, tingling, burning in waves that crest and fall without rhythm. Your skin itches with hypersensitivity, every shift of your clothes unbearable, your breath slow and ragged. It feels like you’re melting, burning up from the forge in your chest.

You can feel Seungcheol watching you from his assigned corner. He says nothing, keeping a respectful distance. You steal a glance at him through bleary eyes. He’s just leaning against the wall, hands clenched and jaw tight. He’s doing his best to appear calm, but you see signs of irritation. His throat works and your eyes linger on the way his Adam's apple bobs for too long. You think about sinking your teeth into his neck, tasting him-

His scent, normally warm and grounded, spikes. You sense the shift and it makes you squirm, pressing yourself further into the wall. You look away from him, hiding your face in your shoulder while you squeeze your eyes shut as another wave of cramping crashes into you. 

Seungcheol’s irritation is sharp. Shame floods you, thick and fast. Of course he’s annoyed. Today has gone from bad to worse. He’s now stuck in a lobby with an omega in prodrome, a liability that he now has to be responsible for, and you’re barely holding it together, shaking like a live wire. You’re stuck, and he’s stuck with you, and-

The lobby doors beep and hiss open. You don’t even lift your head. Don’t even hear the first few words from the guards. You only feel cool night air and the sudden shift in pressure, making you keen and melt into the tile. 

Seungcheol appears at your side, his scent fading from acrid to soothing. 

“Hey,” he murmurs, crouching down to your level. It’s the closest he’s been to you all day. You feel the heat of him, the nearness overwhelming. “They’re here. We can go.”

You don’t move. The thought of moving suddenly seems like an insurmountable task. Your world is tilting, your ears ringing. Your limbs feel detached from your brain and your body is locked, curled in on itself. Heat prickles across your skin like static.

Worst of all, you’re starting to panic. Fear sets in, stabbing deep. You don’t know how to get up and take the train home. Don’t know how to get yourself up the stairs and into your apartment. To the cabinet to take a suppressant. To the fridge for water. 

Seungcheol’s voice sharpens. “Hey. Look at me.”

It’s a command. You blink up at him, barely able to focus. Something flashes behind his eyes and he’s on the phone again. “Hi, I need emergency assistance for an omega. She’s in heat prodrome and she’s deteriorating fast. No, she’s conscious. She’s overheating, but having trouble standing and struggling to focus. I have no idea what to do.” 

You barely hear the voice on the other end of the line, but Seungcheol does. His expression shifts, each word they say tightening his jaw.

“She’s a coworker - we were locked in a lobby at work but I can take her to an omega hospital.” You whimper and shake your head vehemently, whining. He softens. “They said they can give you a heat inhibitor on-site.” 

“No,” you pant. “It hurts.”

He nods. “I can’t do that, she doesn’t want to go.” The operator says something else and he nods. His eyes tighten at the corners and he glances at you. “I can take you to a service clinic. They can assign you-”

“Home,” you plead. “I just need to get home. I can- I can deal with it.”

“I don’t know… do you have, um. Do you have an alpha you usually…?”

“No.”

Tears well up fast and hot, blurring your vision, sliding down your cheeks in silent streaks. Your whole body feels wrong, like you’ve been unraveled from the inside, trembling and raw.

“I just want to go home,” you whisper, folding in on yourself. “I have my meds. I can manage if I can just get home. Please.”

He repeats what you say into the phone. They say something and he shakes his head and hangs up, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Okay. Alright. We’re going to get you home, okay?” 

He helps you to your feet slowly, carefully, arms braced around you like he’s afraid you’ll break. You lean into him, weak and unsteady, but there’s no judgment in his touch, just quiet strength and a protective kind of focus that makes your throat tighten all over again.

The lobby fades behind you. The night air hits your overheated skin like salvation. Seungcheol doesn’t say a word as he guides you into the passenger seat of his car, buckles you in, and throws his jacket over your lap for warmth. His hands are shaking as he starts the engine.

“Can you give me directions?”

You mumble them. You’re not even sure that he hears you. He has no idea the bomb he’s given you, tossing his jacket over you. Your fingers curl into it, greedy. Inhaling deeply, you feel yourself drift as he drives, the hum of the engine lulling you into a half-daze. The smell of Seungcheol is overwhelming, but comforting. Steady. No longer a threat, but something you want. Need. 

It isn’t until Seungcheol’s hands are gently shaking you that you realize you’re at your apartment. You blink up at him, stars in your eyes. He looks down at you, glasses a little askew as he asks you a question. His words are garbled and you don’t understand, shaking your head in confusion as he gazes at you. 

“Come on,” he sighs, unbuckling your seat for you. His chest brushes across you as he does, bergamot and cardamom hitting you so hard that it knocks the senses out of you. You’re near catatonic for a second until you feel his hands pressed against your forehead. “Fuck, you’re burning up. Can I carry you?”

You must nod, because he bends low and scoops you out of the car. You jostle against his chest as he carries you bridal style toward the stairs. His scent is mind numbing. Your face is too close to his neck and he doesn’t have a scent blocker on, pheromones doing insane damage to your self control as he climbs the stairs, you in his arms like you weigh absolutely nothing.

Gently, Seungcheol places you on your feet. He slides an arm around your waist, keeping you upright and pinned to him as he unlocks your door. You have no idea where he got your keys, must have fished them out of your purse at some point. 

Seungcheol guides you into your dark apartment, helping you to the couch like you’re made of glass. You collapse onto it, dazed. He crouches, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. His eyes are devastatingly soft, touch featherlight. 

“Let me call a doctor.”

“No.” Your voice is hoarse but immediate. “Please don’t. I can’t go to the hospital again. I don’t want to do this strapped to a bed, surrounded by strangers and white lights and IVs. I can’t.” 

He exhales, hands flexing. “Okay. Okay. But—then what? Do you have anyone who can help you through it? Any alpha you-”

“No. I just do it alone with meds. They’re in my bathroom cabinet. If you could just get them, I can do this.”

“I don’t think meds are going to help.” His admission is soft. Regretful, almost. Like it pains him to tell you this. 

You think he’s right, but you don’t know what else to do. 

Seungcheol’s brows furrow. You watch the internal war play out on his face, concern and hesitance and something harder to name. His throat bobs as he swallows. “If… look, if there’s no one else. I can try to help.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “What?”

“I can try. Only if you want. Only if you need. I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage, I just… I don’t want you to suffer. I know it’s not ideal, but I’m here. I don’t want to leave you like this.”

A fresh wave of tears hits you, shame curling hot in your chest. 

“You don’t want to,” you whisper, voice cracking. “You’re just saying that because you feel bad. And I feel awful. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I don’t want to put you in this position-”

“Hey.” His voice is firmer now, but not unkind. He shifts forward, his hands finding yours, wrapping them gently between his palms. Your skin tingles where he touches you, a fresh wave of heat licking through you. “Stop. Look at me.”

You do. Barely. His face is open and honest, his eyes warm. He’s so pretty like this, looking at you like you’re something he cares about - someone he cares about. 

“I want to help you. Not because I pity you. Not because I feel obligated. Because I care about you. And you’re in pain. And I can do something about it.” He takes a breath, then adds, softer, “Even if that means the more intimate parts.” 

Your face crumples, fresh humiliation rising, but he keeps holding your gaze, steady and calm. 

“Only if you want to,” he says. “Only if you’re lucid and safe and sure. If you want me to sit on the other side of the apartment all night and just be here, I will. If you want to go to sleep and pretend this didn’t happen tomorrow, I’ll follow your lead.”

“I don’t want you on the other side of the apartment,” you admit. “I just feel embarrassed by what I need.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, especially for something out of your control. Your body isn’t your enemy.”

You press your lips together, fighting the emotions building in your chest, but it’s no use. A soft sob slips out before you can stop it, and Seungcheol is there in an instant, wrapping his arms around you with careful strength, cradling you against him like he’s anchoring you to the moment.

His scent hits you more fully now, warm and earthy beneath the sharp spice, like cinnamon bark and sun-warmed cedar. It fills your lungs and settles into the frantic edge of your nerves like balm, and it’s… comforting. Not invasive. Not overwhelming.

Just Seungcheol. 

“I’m here,” he murmurs into your hair. “Whatever you need, we go slow. I’ll follow your pace. You lead.”

“Even if it’s more than you expected?”

“Even then.”

Seungcheol helps you sit back, propped with cushions on the couch, still watching you like you might unravel again, but not because he doubts you. Because he cares. Because he’s listening to every breath you take like it matters.

“I’ll need… a few things,” you say, quietly. “If this really goes into the full cycle. I have suppressants, but they won’t help much unless I can get them in the next hour, and I don’t think I have that kind of time anymore.”

“Okay. Tell me what you need.”

You breathe in. “Water. A lot of it. Heat spikes dehydrate fast, and I’ll probably get a fever if we don’t keep me hydrated. Heats are a game of chess except sometimes the board blows up.” 

“Funny. Got it.”

“And blankets,” you add quickly. “I’ll feel cold, even if I’m burning. Like weight and softness. Like nesting.”

“Like a bird… or dinosaur.”

You scowl at him and he grins, dimples appearing in his cheek. It makes you want to lean forward and bite him, to sink your teeth in and never let go. 

“What else?” He asks. 

“I’ll need food eventually. Simple things. Broths, carbs. My body’s going to want to burn through everything at once.”

“Easy.”

“And proximity.” You hesitate here, voice wavering. “I’ll need closeness. I haven’t had a heat partner before, but probably a lot of sex. It uh - comes in waves but it helps. Obviously. So there’s that.”

“I can do that.” There’s no hesitation. Just firm dedication. “It’s not a problem. What else?” 

You look at him, something stirring in your chest, still unsure how to express the storm of emotions bubbling beneath your skin. “What have you done for your omegas in the past? During heat? This is sort of new to me.”

He pauses. “I haven’t. I’ve never spent a heat with an omega.”

“What?”

“I’ve never been with an omega at all, to be honest with you.” The gravity of his statement makes you panic. You start to sit up, protests bubbling to your lips but he hushes you, eases you back down. “It’s fine. I’m fine, I wouldn’t have offered it if I wasn’t totally sure.” 

“Why offer at all?”

“Because it’s you,” he says simply. “And I’d rather learn how to help you than let you suffer alone.”

A beat passes. 

“Okay,” you whisper. 

“Okay,” he echos. “Let’s get you settled.”

Seungcheol stands, giving you one more lingering gaze before he sets himself to the task of readying your apartment. He sends you to your room to change into a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt before he lets you settle on the couch, sweaty and shaking.

Seungcheol moves through your space like he’s been here before, like he knows where everything is even when he clearly doesn’t. He opens cabinets and drawers gently, always looking back at you as though he’s seeking permission. You nod each time, endeared by his hesitancy. 

You don’t know what to make of his admission of never being with an omega before. In your experience, most alphas would loathe to admit that, finding something wrong with it. But Seungcheol doesn’t seem to mind, admitting it as a simple fact, neither good nor bad. 

You like that about him, his self-assuredness. 

When he finds your largest pot, Seungcheol fills it with water and sets it over the stove. He pulls out ingredients for simple foods: rice, pasta, anything with carbs like you’d said. He hums under his breath as he moves, a soft, low sound that vibrates in your bones.

It’s soothing. Almost domestic. But every second that stretches between you builds like static, his very presence buzzing along your awareness like an exposed wire. 

Seungcheol brings you a cool glass of water and kneels to hand it to you, his fingers brushing yours when you reach out to take it. You try not to flinch at the bolt of electricity that jumps up your arm. His eyes linger on your face, reading you. Not pitying. Not worried. Just seeing. 

“You’re doing okay?” He asks, but by his tone, he knows you are. You nod, but your throat is dry again, so you take a few gulps of water, nearly emptying the glass. He laughs and reaches for it when some spills over, running down your chin. “Careful.”

Something in his voice changes. The softness of it ripples down your spine and you look at him over the brim of your glass. His scent is warmer. Closer. Still under control, but pressing at the edges of your awareness like velvet, his alpha instincts responding to your body chemistry, the need of your hormones begging for him. 

Seungcheol rises, keeping a respectful distance, and yet his gaze burns where it rests on you. He takes the glass from you, fingers brushing yours again before heading to the kitchen to refill it. 

It makes you unravel, every part of you unspooling wildly as you watch him in your kitchen, the muscles under his shirt flexing. He rolls his sleeves as he turns the stove off before coming back your way, forearms bare, veins throbbing. 

Arousal unravels inside of you. You feel the tip from Stage 1 to Stage 2, your heartbeat kicking up a notch, your hands shaking more. When Seungcheol offers the glass, you don’t take it. You stare at your hands, willing yourself to stop, willing yourself to stop wanting him. The fear of making him uncomfortable is so sudden, a wave crashing into you.

Seungcheol notices. He drops to his knees immediately, putting the glass of water on the coffee table. This time, he doesn’t hesitate when he touches you, putting his palm to your forehead, his other resting on top of your wrist, his thumb tracing back and forth soothingly. 

“What’s wrong?” His voice is like velvet. “What happened?”

Your lips part, but no words come. You try again. Nothing. You don’t know how to shape the words, don’t know how to tell him that a second ago, you thought he was domestic and sweet, and now you’ve strayed into dangerous territory, thinking that you’d like nothing more for him to pin you down and fuck you until you can’t feel anything but him anymore.

You don’t need to tell him. Seungcheol inhales and you see the shift happen, a shiver rattling through him. He closes his eyes, inhaling again. A knowing, almost pained sound grumbles in the back of his throat and you squirm in response. He drops his hand from your head to your shoulder, fingers squeezing. 

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes snap open and he looks up at you, deadly serious. “Hey. No shame. Not with me. You told me to help, didn’t you? Let me do that.”

You nod, small and shaky. He lingers for a second longer, like he's giving you a chance to back out, then slowly rises, curling an arm around your back. You lean into him instinctively, your body already seeking contact, and he lifts you with ease.

Your bedroom isn’t far, but the walk feels endless, every footstep echoes with your racing pulse. You can feel his scent thickening around you, not overpowering, but present, comforting. It keeps you tethered, grounded. You cling to him in silence, your skin flushed hot, thighs pressing together in search of friction, your heart betraying you in its longing.

He places you gently on your bed, kneeling down beside you. For a long moment, he doesn’t touch you. He just watches, reading your every breath, every twitch of discomfort.

At first, you don’t do anything but stare at him. Seungcheol is so beautiful, with a plush mouth made for kissing, long eyelashes that frame gentle eyes, a dimple that appears each time he smiles. You’ve always noticed him, this quiet and soft alpha in your office. You’d never imagined you’d be here, looking up at him with want in your gut so strong that you can barely stand it.

Seungcheol senses it, because of course he does. He surges forward, catching your mouth in a gentle kiss. It’s slow and uncertain at first, hesitating to see if you pull away. You don’t pull away at all. Instead, you keen, a whine slipping between your mouths that makes him groan in response.

He deepens the kiss slowly, reverently. His lips are soft but sure, his hands careful as they frame your face. He tastes faintly of cherry chapstick, your omega running wild as you lean into him and lick into his mouth, eager to taste him. 

“Is this what you want?” He asks, panting as he breaks the kiss. He’s leaning onto your bed now, pressing his nose against yours. You feel him pant against you, barely contained. You nod, unable to speak. “Even if this goes further?”

“Please.” 

That one word seems to break him. He climbs up into your bed, hovering over you, pinning you to the mattress. You let out a sound of appreciation as he settles, his mouth meeting yours again. This time, there’s heat in it. One hand roams you carefully while the other is planted by your head, keeping him looming over you. Every touch eases the ache and stokes the fire in equal measure. 

You can’t get enough of him, running your hands over his stomach and around his waist, pulling at him, desperate. It feels like you’re burning up, both suffering and relieved at the same time as his tongue finds the warmth of your mouth, drinking you in. 

His scent is rich and spicy, unmistakably alpha. It makes your omega instincts claw at you, urging you to submit, to bare your neck. You tilt your head, exposing the sensitive skin, and Seungcheol growls low, his lips brushing the pulse point before he nips gently, not enough to mark but enough to make you shudder. Your slick pools between your thighs, the air thick with your arousal, and he groans again, nostrils flaring as he catches the scent.

“Fuck,” he growls, burying his face in your neck. It might be the first time you’ve heard him curse. “The sounds you make… fuck.”

Seungcheol’s tongue darts out, sweeping against your scent gland. His head snaps up and he frowns, realizing there’s a scent blocker on your neck. His lip curls like he’s offended, and he gently peels the pad off your neck, soothing the sting as the adhesive tears off with his warm, wet tongue. 

His tongue directly against your neck nearly makes you catatonic. Your eyes roll back, breath catching as he mouths at you before pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses up and down your neck. 

“You smell so fucking good,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. 

His hand slides down your body, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants. You arch into his touch, a needy whimper escaping as his fingers find your slick-soaked panties. He teases you, fingers circling slowly, pressing the fabric of your underwear into your messy cunt.

“Please,” you pant. 

There’s that word again. It seems to make him malfunction, makes him bend to your will. He nods, peppering your collarbones with butterfly-light kisses as he pulls your underwear to the side. His fingers drag up and down your cunt and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your arms circle around his neck, clinging to him for dear life, hips canting as he leisurely circles your clit, applying subtle pressure. 

“Feel okay?” He asks, breathing the words into your ear. His teeth nip at your ear playfully and you gasp, making him chuckle deep in his throat. “Do you want-”

“Please.” 

He kisses your jaw. “Got it.” 

Seungcheol presses a finger into your heat, wet and slow, aided by the arousal dripping from your entrance.  The stretch is perfect, his fingers curling just right, and you gasp, hips bucking against his hand. 

You whine, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt. He hums in response, pleased at your reaction. He slowly starts to pump his fingers, restricted by the waistband of your sweats. His thumb swirls against your clit and you hurtle toward an orgasm from the barest stimulation, already too worked up, too fucked out on him and his fingers and the hormones. 

Your body sings under his touch, heat coiling tighter, your omega keening for more, for him, for everything. His lips find yours again, mouths clashing as he slips another finger in, working you open until you’re shaking in his grasp and coming around his fingers. You hear the wet smack of his hand against your pussy, the way his fingers squelch. 

You don’t have the wherewithal to be embarrassed by it. Instead, you’re floating in a fucked out haze, the world dulling. There’s just Seungcheol’s lazy tongue in your mouth and the smell of bergamot and cardamom. The weight of him on you feels safe, setting you in a trance. 

Slowly, he pulls his fingers from you. You make a noise of protest but he hushes you with a gentle kiss. You feel a little more aware as the orgasm subsides, the ache you’d had a few moments ago dulled by the satisfaction. You know it’ll get worse and you’ll need more, but for now, you’re okay. 

You open your mouth to give a shy thank you when you’re stopped, entranced by the way Seungcheol brings his fingers, shining with your cum, up to his mouth. Your lips part in shock as he pops them past his lips, sucking generously. He hums, eyelids fluttering shut as he licks them clean. 

Never had you imagined that, imagined him like this. When he opens his eyes, his pupils are dilated. Starving. Feral. 

“Taste so fucking good,” He murmurs, leaning down to give you a lingering kiss. You taste yourself on him, different but not unpleasant. “Can’t wait to taste you properly later.” That makes you whine and you reach for him, but he smiles and kisses your nose before standing up. You pout and he laughs. “Water. You need water.” 

Seungcheol leaves your room but he leaves the door open just in case. You nuzzle into the bed, fisting the jacket he’d given you earlier as you nuzzle into it. You wish the bed smelled more like him. Right now it just smells like you, with bits of Seungcheol laced in. 

You close your eyes, letting your body melt into the sheets, muscles pleasantly sore and mind hazy with velocetin, a neurochemical that heightens arousal and reduces pain perception during Stage 2 of an omega’s heat cycle. The room is quiet, save for the distant hum of the AC and the faint creak of the floorboards as Seungcheol moves through the house.

When he comes back, Seungcheol is holding a bottle of water in one hand and something else in the other. A bowl of mac and cheese. He brandishes both proudly before sitting on the bed next to you. You prop yourself up on the pillows, looking at him through your lashes.

"Figured you might need both,” he says. 

You shake your head. “Just water.”

“You haven’t eaten dinner.”

“Don’t wanna.”

He levels a look at you. Switches tactics. “It would make me feel better if you did,” he urges gently. He puts the water on the nightstand, bowl of mac and cheese in his lap. He reaches out and brushes his fingers along your bottom lip. “Please.”

That word hangs in the air between you, both a pleasantry and a weapon. You feel the way he means it, the way it would make him feel better if you ate. You nod, sitting up with his careful assistance until you’re leaning against the headboard. 

Seungcheol stabs some of the pasta and lifts his hand before pausing, realizing he was about to feed you. You both flush, averting his eyes and handing you the bowl awkwardly, you trying not to put it down and jump him at the thought of him wanting to care for you this way.

Instead, you bite into the mac and cheese. It’s a little salty, but it’s good. You eat the entire bowl in comfortable silence, Seungcheol holding out the bottle of water for you in exchange for your empty dish. You trade and you chug some of the water, letting it keep you cool.

“I guess I didn’t realize how much of an appetite I had,” you note, sagging into the pillows. You feel good. Far better than you ever have when dealing with your cycle alone. 

He grins, cocky and unrepentant. “Guess I fixed that, huh?”

You roll your eyes, but you’re grinning too. “Shut up.”

“I could,” he says, climbing back into bed beside you, “but then I wouldn’t get to hear you whine like that.”

You flush at the memory, at the way your body still responds to his voice alone. He notices, of course he does, and his smile softens. One hand finds your waist, tugging you closer until you're nestled against him again.

“Take a nap,” he murmurs, leaning back into the headboard. “You need rest.” 

“What about you?”

He smiles softly. “I’m good right where I am.”

-

You wake to the sound of voices. For a moment, you're disoriented, wrapped in sheets that smell faintly like Seungcheol and sweat and a myriad of other scents familiar to you from years of heat cycles. It’s still dark in your room, only the glow of a neon sign outside slipping through your blinds a source of illumination. 

You roll over instinctively, reaching for Seungcheol and you freeze. The spot where he was when you had fallen asleep is now vacant. Cold, like he hadn’t been there in the last hour. 

Panic lances through your chest, so painful that it feels like a physical blow. You all but fall out of bed, heart hammering when you realize he left. He’s gone and you’re alone and you don’t know what to do, terror working its way up your throat. 

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe everything he said was just talk. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to silence the rush of doubt, of fear- until you hear it again. Voices. Voices that had woken you up in the first place, momentarily forgotten by a hormone-addled brain and sleep. 

The door is shut to your room but you reach for it now, cracking it open. Dim light floods through the gap. All the lights in your apartment are off, but the single bulb over your stove is burning, a warm golden glow filtering down the hall. 

Sticking your head out, you see Seungcheol standing at your door. It’s mostly closed, just enough for him to block the gap with whoever he’s talking to. His broad back is facing you and you cock your head, puzzled. You can see the tension rippling through him, the way his hackles rise and the rigid way he stands, like he’s barring entry to something important. 

“Yeah, you’ve been really helpful,” Seungcheol growls. There’s a low, dangerous edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before. It sets the hairs on your arm standing. 

“Relax, man.” You don’t recognize the voice on the other side of the door. It’s playful, distinctly male. “I brought you your shit, didn’t I? You’re acting like I came to steal her.”

Seungcheol bristles. “Out, Soonyoung.” 

“Okay, okay,” Soonyoung - whoever that is - says. “Message received. You don’t have to piss on the doormat, Cheol.”

“I just might.”

You can’t help the small sound that escapes you, half laugh, half sigh of relief. 

Seungcheol’s head whips around at the sound, eyes immediately softening when they land on you. “Hey,” he says, voice gentler now, but still tight with emotion. “You should be resting.”

You pad down the hallway toward him. Each step closer makes the fire inside of you return. You feel the throb come back, needing more, subtle but growing. “I thought you left.”

His entire expression changes, and he’s at your side in an instant. “No. No, baby,” he says, cupping your face with both hands. “I just went to the door. I called Soonyoung for some clothes and stuff. I wasn’t leaving. I wouldn’t leave you like that.”

Baby. He says it so naturally, so unconsciously, that you’re not even sure he realizes it slipped out. But it hits you like a warm wave, softening every edge of panic still clinging to your chest. Your knees wobble slightly, and he notices. His hands slide from your face to your waist, grounding you there, steady and sure. He pulls you closer, and you melt into him, breathing him in.

Not gone. Not alone. He’s right here with you, like he said he would.

“Sorry. I just panicked.”

“No, it’s my fault. I should have known you’d wake up.”

A throat clears behind him. 

You both freeze, and then Seungcheol stiffens, the muscles under your hands tensing like a drawn bowstring. His eyes narrow behind his glasses as he turns his head, keeping you tight against him, chest to chest, like a shield. A low, warning growl rumbles from deep in his throat.

“Soonyoung was just leaving,” Seungcheol asserts. 

“Soonyoung is leaving, but also says he hopes your cycle goes well!”

Carefully, you peek around Seungcheol to see Soonyoung in the doorway. He’s standing in the doorway with a duffel slung over his shoulder, unbothered and grinning. His dark hair is long around his ears, and his eyes curve into soft crescents when he smiles. He waves at you, the gesture so sincere it makes you falter, like he’s genuinely happy to see you, even though you’ve clearly never met.

“Nice to meet you!” 

Another warning growl vibrates through Seungcheol’s chest. You feel it more than hear it.

Soonyoung just rolls his eyes. “Alright, alright, relax.” He lifts his hands in mock surrender as he backs away. “Let me know if he starts brooding in corners or being unbearable. Happens when he doesn’t get enough attention.”

“Bye, Soonyoung,” Seungcheol grits out. 

Soonyoung flashes one last wink and manages to pull the door shut just before Seungcheol fully turns to kill him. He exhales sharply and mutters something under his breath.

You look up at him, a teasing smile on your lips. “Territorial much?”

His ears flush instantly, color blooming down to his neck. He chews the inside of his cheek, gaze dropping.  “I apologize,” he murmurs, stepping away. “I know I’ve overstepped and-”

“Don’t,” you interrupt, reaching to pull him back, hands curling into his sides. “I liked it.” His brows lift, uncertain. You offer a soft smile. “I don’t think I’ve seen that side of you before. You’re usually so calm. Quiet. Kind of unassuming. Not very…”

“Not very alpha.”

“Not in the way people expect. But that’s not a bad thing.” He studies you for a moment, searching your expression, and something in his shoulders loosens. “I like the way you are. And the possessiveness…” 

You shiver and he grins, cockiness returning to you. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Definitely.” 

His hands slide back to your waist, gripping just a little firmer this time. “You shouldn’t have told me that. Now I’m not going to be able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to. Please.” 

Seungcheol forgets all about his bag by the door. He scoops you up in his arms, taking you back to your room. You let out a soft sound, something almost like a purr, keening under him, excitement and arousal flooding you overtime. 

He notices, groaning when he catches the change in your body chemistry. He places you down on the bed gently, crawling over you, hand skimming up your t-shirt as he does. His fingers are warm and light, playful. You don’t want playful, though. You want greedy. Hungry. 

The buzz of anticipation curls low in your belly, heat blooming under your skin like wildfire. You arch into him instinctively, hips twitching. “Don’t play with me,” you breathe, reaching up to fist the fabric at his sides. “Please.”

Something flickers in his eyes. Recognition, you think. Like he sees the hunger gnawing inside of you and he recognizes it as his own. You want it, want that fire in him. You want to dive in head first and never come up for air. You want him so bad it hurts, a physical pain manifesting between your legs as your thoughts drift away and your instinct takes over.

“Please,” is all you can whisper. 

That’s all it takes. The control he’s been clinging to snaps like a thread pulled too tight. He crashes his mouth onto yours, swallowing your moan as his body presses down, heavy and solid, every inch of him demanding to be closer. His kiss is nothing like the ones before, this one is rough, consuming, all tongue and teeth and need. His hands slide up your sides, pushing the shirt higher, until the fabric is bunched at your ribs and he can finally touch bare skin.

His palms are searing, dragging up your waist to your ribs, brushing just beneath your breasts before he groans deep in his throat, your scent thick in the air now, laced with heat, need, you.

“You smell so fucking good,” he growls, mouth trailing hot, wet kisses down your throat. “It’s driving me insane.”

You thread your fingers into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan again, his hips pressing into yours, and you gasp at the hardness you feel through his pants. He’s still in his work clothes, though they’re wrinkled and sweaty and a mess. You tug at them desperately, whining, trying to get them off. 

He growls again, low and possessive, and then he’s kissing you hard, his body rolling against yours in slow, grinding movements. His thigh slots between yours, pinning you in place, and the friction makes your back arch, chasing more.

“Tell me what you want,” he mutters against your mouth, one hand cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your bra, his thumb brushing over your nipple. “I’ll give you anything, baby. Anything.”

There’s that nickname again. Baby. It sounds sinful on his lips, like he’d do anything for you, like he would give anything for you. It makes you dizzy with gluttonous power and you pant, pulling him as close as you can get him, a button popping on his shirt. 

“I want you. Now.”

Seungcheol’s eyes darken, pupils blown, and he pulls back just enough to kneel above you. His gaze rakes over you, flushed, trembling. He makes a sound, something pitiful, hands trembling slightly as his fingers work the buttons of his shirt. 

He shrugs his shirt off, the fabric catching on broad shoulders before it falls, revealing hard planes of his chest, skin flushed with a thin sheen of sweat. His muscles flex when he moves, every line of him radiating strength. Your mouth waters, arousal pooling between your legs, screaming to touch him, to taste him. 

He doesn’t rush, though. His fingers linger on his belt, unbuckling it with deliberate slowness, the clink of metal loud in the charged silence. Your hips shift, impatient. He tuts at you, narrowing his eyes and you still immediately, falling into line, eager to please. His mouth twitches and he drops a hand to give your thigh a squeeze as if to say good job.

It makes you want to pass out. 

Seungcheol slides his belt free, letting it drop, and when he unbuttons his pants, the sound of his zipper is tortuous. You want him immediately, you want him now, but he seems dead set on doing this at exactly his pace. So you let him, letting the ache peak inside of you, shivering at what you know he’s going to give you. 

He carefully shoves his pants down, kicking them alongside his briefs in one fell swoop. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with precum. Your core clenches at the sight, a fresh wave of slick dripping from you, and he groans, nostrils flaring as he catches the scent.

“God, you’re perfect,” he says, voice low. He peels your sweats down your legs, shaking his head as he goes, overwhelmed by the sheer need for him, to your body's reaction. “Fuck.”

He crawls back over you, hands skimming your sides, sliding up to peel your shirt off of you. The air is cold but Seungcheol’s touch is burning you up. He deftly removes your bra, tossing it somewhere behind him. He pauses, eyes locked on you, and the intensity of his gaze makes your breath catch. It’s like he can’t get enough of you, cannot fathom what’s in front of him.

Seungcheol shakes himself as if from a daze and then his mouth is on you, lips trailing fire down your throat, over your collarbone, until he reaches your breast. He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue swirling, and you moan, back arching to press closer.

His worship is meticulous, unhurried. He lavishes attention on your other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp, while his hand slides down, fingers brushing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You’re trembling, omega instincts in overdrive, and when his fingers finally find your slick-soaked folds, you cry out, hips bucking into his touch. He groans against your skin, the sound vibrating through you, and pulls back to look at you, eyes blazing.

“Yeah?” He asks, voice scratchy. “So wet for me.” His fingers tease, spreading your slick, circling your clit with maddening slowness. “All for me?”

“Yes. Yours.”

Hearing you say it makes something snap in him. His pupils dilate, fucked out and filled with an intensity you didn’t know was possible. He dips lower, kissing a path down your stomach, nipping at the soft skin above your hips. He settles between your thighs, spreading them wide, and the sight of him there, all broad shoulders, dark eyes, and lips parted, makes your core throb. 

He doesn’t tease this time, reaching up with one hand to rip off his glasses and toss them to the corner of the mattress. He drops down and his mouth finds you, tongue dragging a slow, deliberate line through your folds, and you moan, loud and broken, as he tastes you. Relief floods through you. You feel yourself go boneless, the pain that was ebbing in you a moment ago dulling again as Seungheol leisurely tongues at you, groaning while he does. 

Seungcheol is relentless, worshipful, every lick and suck a testament to his need to please you. His lips close around your clit, sucking gently, then harder, and you writhe, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard. He moans into you, the vibration sending sparks up your spine, and doubles down, tongue flicking with precision, lapping up every drop of slick. His fingers join in, two slipping inside you, curling against that perfect spot, and the stretch, the pressure, is overwhelming.

You gasp, hips grinding against his face, chasing the building heat in your stomach. He hums, pleased, and the sound pushes you closer to the edge. He’s messy, slick coating his chin, his lips. He doesn’t care. He seems drunk on it, one hand pressing your thighs to further open you up, pressing his face further into your cunt to drink you in. 

His fingers thrust in time with his tongue, every curl and suck calculated to make you unravel. You shiver under him, your limbs unable to keep up, thighs twitching against his hand. It feels maddening, better than anything you’ve ever felt up until this point. 

Your orgasm hits like a tidal wave, dragging you under until you’re gasping for air. Your thighs clamp around his head and he lets you. He laps at your entrance as it drips, drawing out every shudder, every pulse, until you’re whimpering and overstimulated. 

Even overstimulated, you want more. Need more. 

Seungcheol pulls back, lips glistening, eyes wild. He pulls his fingers from you and crawls up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is filthy, desperate, and you moan into it, pulling him closer. 

“Need you,” you gasp, hands roaming his back, feeling the muscles flex under your fingertips, your nails cramping. “Need you inside of me. Please.”

He nods, unable to respond. He lowers his waist and drops a hand down to peel your thighs open. You feel how wet and messy you are but you don’t care. Seungcheol seems to appreciate it, swearing when he looks between your bodies to fist his heavy cock and line himself up with your entrance. 

The anticipation makes you tremble. He pushes in slowly, stretching you inch by inch, and you both groan, the sensation overwhelming. He’s big, filling you completely, and your walls flutter around him, slick easing the way.

“Fuck,” he grits out, dropping his forhead against yours. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

Seungcheol fights to keep still, fights to let you adjust around him. You’re stretched tight, gripping him like a vice, your breathing hitched as you struggle yourself, near ready to come from just this alone. 

You manage to hang on, tangling your fingers in the damp hair at the base of his neck. You need more - always more. You start rocking your hips, urging him deeper. It feels so good you see spots in your vision. He moans and thrusts hard on instinct, bottoming out. 

The pace builds, his hips snapping, each thrust precise and deep, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. The pressure builds so fast you barely register it, chasing your high and whatever he’ll give you, your omega instincts screaming for it. 

He can tell. He quickens his pace, trying to get you there faster. It does the trick, because you come around him without warning. You pulse around him and he slows down, grinding his hips against you, letting you gush around him until your shaking subsides. 

Seungcheol is still rock hard, cock throbbing. Your forehead rests against his forearm, Seungcheol leaning over you, caging you in.

“Can you take more?” You nod but he shakes his head, nosing your temple. “You have to verbally tell me.”

“Can take more.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

He kisses your temple and picks his pace back up. 

It’s slower, but more defined. Deep. Seungcheol’s stroke is slow and deliberate, one of his hands slipping under your thigh to hike it up around his waist. That makes you whine, high-pitched and he loves it, mouth catching yours, drinking in all the sounds you make. 

You’re close again, the pleasure building faster now, amplified by the way he watches you, eyes never leaving your face, like he’s memorizing every gasp, every moan. His hand slips between you, fingers finding your clit, still swollen from his mouth, and he rubs tight, relentless circles.

“Want you to come again,” he murmurs, voice raw. There’s a bit of a command in his voice, laced with something you swear is devotion. “Wanna feel you, baby. Give it to me.” 

His words and the relentless drive of his cock are too much. You whimper, nails digging into his back and he leans down, lips brushing against your neck. Not biting - that’s far too advanced for whatever this is - and his fingers press harder, circling faster.

The coil in your belly snaps and your second orgasm crashes through you, sharper and more intense. Your body locks around him, walls pulsing as you come again. He groans, low and guttural, pleased by the way you clench around him. But he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it. 

You’re shaking and oversensitive, but he’s not done. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, keeping you tethered. 

“So good for me,” he praises, kissing your sweaty forehead. “So fucking perfect. You did so good.”

The praise makes your omega sing, and you cling to him, breathless, as he chases his own release. His hips stutter, breaths growing ragged, and with a final, deep thrust, he comes, spilling inside of you. He groans, dropping his forehead against you, shaking in your arms as he comes down from his high. 

Finally, he collapses over you, careful not to crush you. You stay like that, a pile of tangled limbs, panting. His lips find your neck, kissing softly, soothing spots he’d nipped. 

“You okay?” He croaks, voice hoarse with disuse.

You’re only slightly coherent, somewhere stuck between a dreamlike space where your omega is satiated and reality. “Yeah,” you whisper. “Good.”

“I’m gonna grab water, okay? I’ll only be gone for a second. Just gonna get water and then we can sleep for a little.” 

“Mhmm.”

Seungcheol is hesitant this time when he gets up, no doubt worried about what happened the last time you thought he left. This time, you’re too out of it to really register how long it takes him to get water. One moment he’s out the door and the next the bed is dipping under his weight as he cradles your head to feed you water.

It’s cool and you come back to life a little, opening your eyes as you gulp, greedy. He admonishes you to be careful not to choke, tilting the glass so that the water isn’t gushing into your mouth. When you drain the glass, he smiles and kisses you. 

“Good,” he hums, happy. That makes you beam at him, thrilled that he’s pleased. “More?”

You shake your head. “Tired.”

“Okay. Let me change the sheets - don’t move. I’ll work around you, okay?”

Somehow, he manages to. With a careful series of rolling you to the side and lifting you to slide new sheets under you, Seungcheol executes an impressive sheet change without really bothering you. He disappears once more to throw the spent sheets in the wash. 

Upon his return, you’re barely awake. You reach for him anyway, buried somewhere underneath piles of blankets that smell like him. Finally. 

Seungcheol lets you pull him into bed, sliding across the mattress until you’re flush chest to chest, the beating of his heart against yours. He smells good. Content. Happy. Your eyes blink heavily as you breathe him in, all pain forgotten.

“Sleep,” he mumbles, just as tired. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

-

When you wake up again, you’re not really sure what time it is. All you know is that there is orange light burning through your blinds, something like late afternoon. More important, there’s an ache between your legs and there’s sweat on the back of your neck, already restless from whatever dream had woken you up.

The room is quiet, save for the soft rhythm of your breathing and Seungcheol’s steady exhales beside you. His arm is draped loosely over your waist. His scent is warm and spicy, grounding you. But beneath that cool calm his presence brings is a restless heat simmering, starting in your core and spreading to your limbs.

You try to ignore it, shutting your eyes and willing yourself back to sleep. It doesn’t go away, an ache growing in its place. A whine slips through your lips, despite your best efforts. The sound is small, but piercing through the stillness and before you can tamp down on it, Seungcheol is stirring, arm tightening briefly before he’s hooking a chin over your shoulder. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” He asks, voice low and rough with sleep. “You okay?”

His fingers brush back and forth across your waist. It’s supposed to be soothing but it’s almost maddening. 

“Feel hot. Need you.”

Seungcheol presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder. You feel the curve of his smile. “I’ve got you.”

He moves slowly, peeling the sheets back. His hands are reverent, skimming your thighs and parting them as he settles between them. The air feels electric, every brush of his skin against yours sending sparks through you.

Like always, Seungcheol takes his time. His lips start at your knee, kissing softly, then trailing higher, nipping the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. You whimper, hips twitching, needy and desperate, and he hums, pleased. 

“So needy,” he teases. You’re not embarrassed this time, knowing that with him, there’s nothing to be worried about. 

He spreads your legs wider, exposing your warm, wet core. He bites his lower lip, teeth digging into the flesh as he groans, like he’s trying to fight himself on diving in and taking what he wants versus giving you what you need. 

The first pass of Seungcheol’s tongue is slow and deliberate, a long, slow-soft drag through your folds that makes you gasp, hands fisting the sheets. He hums, the vibration making you twitch. His lips close gently around your clit, giving an experimental suck. You cry out and he grins, dragging his tongue to dip back down to your entrance for a taste.

Seungcheol is relentless, his mouth working you with a devotion that borders on obsession. His tongue traces every inch of you, slow and thorough, lapping up your slick like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. He alternates between broad, languid strokes and precise flicks, learning your reactions, lingering where you tremble most. His hands grip your thighs, keeping you open, grounding you as you writhe, the slick coating his chin and lips only spurring him on.

“Fuck,” he mutters, pulling away for a second. He leans over your cunt and lets a string of spit and cum drip from his swollen mouth to your cunt before chasing it with his tongue. “I could stay here forever.”

He dives back in, tongue pressing into you, fucking you with slow, shallow thrusts of his mouth. Your moans are broken, and he takes it as encouragement, running his tongue in lazy circles, tasting all of you. Just as you start to near a soft high, his fingers join in, pressing in gently, making your vision blurry. 

The first orgasm builds fast, your body already primed from the restless heat of your sleep. His fingers pump in time with his tongue, relentless, and when he sucks hard on your clit, you shatter. A cry tears from your throat, hips bucking against his face as slick gushes, your walls clenching around his fingers. He doesn’t stop, lapping through your tremors, drawing out every pulse until you’re shaking, oversensitive, whimpering his name.

“One more, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick. “You can give me one more.”

You can. He knows it. You know it.

His mouth softens, less intense but no less thorough, kissing your folds gently before returning to your clit with slow, teasing licks. Your body protests, too sensitive, but the heat is already building again, coaxed by his worshipful attention. He’s patient, methodical, every movement calculated to keep you on the edge without overwhelming you. His fingers slide back in, slower this time, curling lazily, and you feel the stretch, the fullness.

Your second orgasm creeps up, slower but deeper, a steady wave that builds as he works you with unwavering focus. His tongue flicks faster, lips sealing around your clit, and when he hums, the vibration tips you over. You come with a sob, less sharp but more intense, your whole body trembling as pleasure rolls through you, slick coating his hand, his mouth. He laps at you softly, easing you through it, until you’re boneless, panting, your omega sated.

Seungcheol’s kisses turn languid, worshipping, cleaning up the mess he made, savouring every drop. Your hands loosen in the sheets and he finally pulls back, crawling back up to the bed, pressing scattered, wet kisses up your body as he does. 

“Better?” He asks when he reaches your face, nose brushing against yours. 

“Thank you.”

He smiles, dimples flashing, and settles beside you, pulling you into his chest. His scent surrounds you, grounding, and you feel the bond pulse, warm and steady.

“Rest a little. Then we’ll shower.”

-

The shower fills with steam and the scent of eucalyptus. Fog covers the shower door as hot water runs over you and Seungcheol. His broad frame stands behind you, hands gentle but firm as he massages shampoo into your hair, working slow circles into your scalp. You lean into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. 

If only for a moment, it’s perfect. Almost too perfect, which makes your chest tighten with a quiet ache. This is just Seungcheol helping you through your heat, a temporary balm for a fire that will ultimately flare again.

You don’t know how you ever did this without him before. Don’t know how you’re going to manage to do it without him in the future. After just a day, Seungcheol has flipped your scope of the world upside down, changing your heat cycle entirely. 

Typically, it’s days of foggy suffering with suppressants to numb you. It’s a listlessness that chases you for days until your hormones are right again, until you can feel the sun on your face and let it make you smile. 

Now, you don’t know what it’s supposed to be. 

You turn to face Seungcheol. Water is streaming down his chest, catching the sculpted lines of his front. Each droplet clings to him in a way you understand - you want to cling to him too.

Seungcheol is breathtaking, all strength and quiet care. It’s a wonder that someone so powerful can also be so gentle. He’s unlike anything you expected, and breaks the norms of what you thought having an alpha help you through your heat might be like.

You don’t fool yourself into thinking there’s anyone else like him. You already know that this is just him, just Seungcheol. It makes a flicker of fear come to life in your chest, wondering what will happen when your heat fades and the intimacy here dissolves like the water flowing down the drain. 

You push the thought down. Gliding your hands over his chest, your fingers chase the droplets of water, feeling the steady pulse of his heart beneath your palm. It makes you ache with need again, an always there need for him coming back to life.

Heat cycles are like that. They’re made up of peaks and lows, moments where the need is so high it drives you insane followed by a near catatonic need to drift and sleep. 

Now, you’re approaching another peak, pulse picking up, body thrumming.

Seungcheol senses the shift immediately. He’s attuned to you quickly, but you refuse to let yourself wonder what that means. He steps closer, hands pulling at your waist, dipping his head to brush his mouth against yours in an almost kiss. 

His eyes darken with a mix of concern and something darker. “What’s that look?”

He steps closer, pressing you against the tiled wall, water pooling where your bodies meet. The warmth of him, the slickness of his skin, feels like a dream you’re terrified to wake from. You don’t answer, can’t. Your hands dip lower, tracing the hard ridge of his abdomen, and he tenses, breath catching. 

“Baby,” he warns, voice rough. There’s no real protest there. Just a playful warning, edged with want. 

The endearment hits you like a spark, igniting you.  You can’t get enough of it when he calls you that, when he says it velvet-soft and purring, when he says it like you are his baby. His world. His omega.

You sink to your knees, tiles cold and wet beneath you. You look up at him through wet lashes, biting your lower lip, hesitant, wanting permission. His cock is already hard - has been the entire time you’ve been in the shower - and the sight pulls a whine from your throat. You want to taste him. Want to make him feel good. 

“Please,” you ask, still unmoving, hands resting on your thighs.

The way he looks at you - everent, undone - makes you feel like you’re everything, even if part of you whispers that this is just your heat talking, just his alpha responding to your need.

Seungcheol nods. He places one hand to brace against the wall as you lean in to press soft kisses to the base of his shaft, lips brushing his warm skin. He groans, the sound deep and raw, and it sends a tremble of excitement through you. 

Your tongue traces the underside of his cock, following a thick vein from base to tip. You swirl your tongue greedily around the crown of his cock, tasting the faint salt of him. It’s intoxicating, perfect, and you let yourself sink into it, humming pleasantly. 

One of his hands comes down to rest on top of your head, not pulling, not pushing, just anchoring himself as you take him into your mouth. You go slow, savoring the weight of him. He’s big, stretching your mouth painfully to the limit, but you relax, breathing in through your nose. 

“Shit,” he hisses. “Shit fuck. That mouth.”

The praise makes your omega preen. You hum again, the vibration making his hips twitch as you build a steady rhythm, head bobbing, tongue working the underside of his cock while your hand wraps around the base, stroking in sync. 

Water rains down on you, making everything fluid. Your lips glide effortlessly around him, your grip on him firm, squeezing gently as your hand meets your mouth on the upstroke. His groans grow louder, more desperate, hips twitching but never taking control of your pace. His fingers tighten on your head, and yet he remains in control of himself, letting you take what you want. 

“Fuuuck, just like that,” He pants, head tipping back. Water falls down his throat in rivulets. The sight of him, vulnerable and unraveling, makes your pussy throb, a wave of arousal running down your thighs and mixing with the water. 

You take him in deeper until your nose brushes his pelvis, swallowing around him. He makes a broken sound, half growl, half moan, and his hips finally jerk. You welcome his shallow thrusts eagerly, moaning around him, encouraging him.

Seungcheol looks down, eyes locking with yours. His are fucked out and fazed, the raw edge to his gaze making your heart beat faster. You pull back a little, focusing on the tip, sucking hard, tongue swirling. Your hand pumps faster and his breathing turns ragged, muscles in his stomach twitching. You know he’s close and it makes you grin up at him, mouth full of spit and precum.

“Gonna - fuck - come,” he warns, voice strained. 

You don’t pull away. You suck at him harder, desperate to give him this, to hold onto this perfect moment. With a guttural sound, he spills into your mouth. You swallow down every drop, lips sealed until he’s over sensitive and shying away from your mouth. 

Easing back, you look up at him, your knees aching. He pulls you to your feet and to his lips, pressing you into a kiss that’s deep and messy, tasting himself on your tongue. He licks into you, uncaring as he pulls you close to his chest. 

“So good,” he murmurs between kisses. “Such a sweet girl for me.” 

You grin as he turns you around, walking you forward so that you're pressed against the warm tile of the shower wall. “My turn.”

-

Soft, neon light filters in from your window, washing your room in a smear of watercolor. You fidget in bed, body coming alive, arousal starting in gentle waves, building the more your body catches up. Seungcheol is already awake beside you, sensing your need. His warmth is a quiet anchor.

Seungcheol’s lips brush your neck, nuzzling and scenting, his gentle possessiveness soothing your omega. You let out a soft sigh, going pliant for him. He hums, pleased at your easy submission, tongue darting out to lick your neck playfully. 

He’s tender, peppering your shoulder and neck with soft, wet kisses. Each one stokes the steady fire in your core and chest. The way he handles you is maddening, like you’re spun glass but he knows you can take whatever he gives you. Your omega preens and you shift closer, feeling the heat of him against you. 

This is different from earlier. At this point, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve done this. You’ve lost track of time and the days. There’s just this: Seungcheol’s hand sliding down to lift your leg up for him, the thick head of his cock nudging your entrance, weeping and wanting for him. 

Then he slides in, slow and stretching you inch by inch, earning a dreamy exhale from your trembling lips. He grinds his hips against the curve of your ass, deep and languid, easing the ache between your legs. His strokes are measured and intimate, each one dragging against your walls, stoking the flames without rushing. 

You moan, breathy, as your slick coats his cock, the wet sounds of your bodies obscene in the silence of the room. His hand slides up, cupping your chest, thumb brushing back and forth over your nipple until it pebbles under his rapt attention. You arch into his touch, whimpering. 

“So good for me,” he murmurs against your neck. His voice is rough with sleep, just how you like it. 

Seungcheol keeps the pace slow, hips rolling lazily. It builds a steady burn. His lips find the pulse point below your ear, sucking gently, not enough to make tender, but enough to make you shiver, cunt leaking down your thighs.

You reach back, fingers sliding in his hair to tug softly. He groans, low and raspy, the sound sending a fresh wave of arousal through you. 

“Seungcheol,” you breathe, voice barely a whisper. “Cheol.” 

He hums, pleased at the nickname. He grinds deeper, the friction perfect and overwhelming as the tip of his cock brushes against the soft spot inside of you, making you unwind. 

Your eyes flutter open and you peer over your shoulder at him. The neon light catches the sweat on his skin, making him glow. You marvel at how beautiful he is, a powerful alpha, yours in this moment. Maybe not later, but you don’t think about that now, trembling as he brings you close to your orgasm like he’s done every time before.

His hand slips between your thighs, fingers seeking your clit, slick and swollen. He starts to circle the throbbing bud with agonizing slowness, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. The sensation is devastating, punching the breath from your lungs. You rock your hips to meet his, desperate for your undoing, needing to come. 

“Come on,” he urges, lips brushing your ear. He presses his fingers hard, circles them faster. Your breath catches and he feels it, deepening his thrusts, becoming more deliberate. “Come for me, baby.” 

The words mixed with the intoxicating feeling of his cock makes you shatter, a soft cry spilling out of your lips as your pussy pulse around him, soaking him thoroughly. He groans, fucking you through it, slow and steady, drawing out the full length of your orgasm until you’re boneless and barely there. 

But he’s not done. Seungcheol eases out carefully and shifts you onto your back. You blink, starry eyed and warm as you watch him slide down the bed and settle between your legs. Your thighs fall open at the sight of him and he groans, pleased at how you immediately know what he wants, ready to comply with your alpha.

No. Not your alpha. But he is right now and that’s all that matters.

Any fight on that subject vanishes as he kisses the soft skin of your inner thighs. His eyes are dark and burning when he looks up at you, pupils wide. 

“Need to taste you,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. 

Then, his mouth is one you, tongue dragging through your folds, lapping at the mess left over from your orgasm. It’s filthy, the way he moans into you, lips and chin glistening as he buries his face in your cunt. But it’s gentle, his tongue slow and worshipful, circling your clit.

It’s soothing, the way he moves, tongue tracing lazy patterns, circling your clit with no pressure, just presence. His hands rest on your hips, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin there, grounding you further. Your fingers find his hair, threading loosely, not pulling, just holding, and he groans softly, the sound muffled against you. The ache in your core softens, not gone but eased, replaced by a warm, liquid comfort that spreads through your limbs.

Seungcheol mouths at you with no purpose other than to soothe and because he can. He doesn’t seem focused on getting you off, isn’t trying to overstimulate you. It builds a soft glow anyway, your breathing hitching as he keeps going, tongue dipping lower to taste your entrance, letting you drift toward the edge without pushing you toward it. 

“Taste so good,” Seungcheol mumbles, mouth full of you. 

This time, your orgasm comes like a tide, not crashing but rising, warm and steady. You whimper, hips shifting and he holds you steady, one hand sliding up to lace his fingers with yours. You squeeze his hand tight, letting him keep you tethered as you come undone, throbbing softly. He drinks you in, tongue lapping and slow, easing you until you’re limp and sated, the ache finally gone. 

Seungcheol pulls back, mouth glistening neon in the low light. His eyes are heavy with something that you can’t read. When he crawls back up, you realize he’s come untouched, spilling his own release while getting you off. It makes your chest tighten, instincts purring at the proof of his want, his devotion to you. 

He slides in beside you, kissing your temple before pulling you close. 

“Better?” He rumbles, already half asleep.

“Better.”

-

“You have to eat.”

You huff. “Don’t want.” 

You’re curled up on the couch in one of his jackets, inhaling deeply. His scent makes you tired, limbs heavy. You tuck your knees to your chest, wrapping  your arms around them to make yourself small. The blanket over your shoulders is warm and smells like him, making you sink further into the cushions. 

Across the room, Seungcheol watches with thinly veiled amusement. He holds a steaming bowl in one hand, a spoon in the other. You love him like this, hair fluffy and still damp from a shower, glasses pushed high on the bridge of his nose as he glares at you.

“You need to eat,” he repeats gently. It has to be the third or fourth time he’s said it, each time just as gentle as the last. 

You grumble and turn away from him, hiding in your blankets. He sighs and pads over to you, dressed in nothing but sweatpants. Shirtless Seungcheol is a weapon in itself, but the way you smell him immediately, can tell he’s using pheromones against you, makes you growl at him. There’s no heat in it and he laughs. 

“Yeah?” He teases. “Gonna growl at me?”

“I’m tired.”

“I know,” he coos, voice dropping into that low, soft register that always seems to settle you. “Your body is working hard. But you still need to eat something, baby. For me.”

“Meh.”

“I’ll feed you.”

That sparks your interest. You peek out from your blankets with one eye, peering at him. He smiles, dimples appearing when he sees he’s got you listening now. His scent wraps around you, luring you deeper into his spell.

“What if I say no?”

“Then I’ll start pouting. I don’t care if I’m an alpha, I’m good at pouting.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you. The image of him pouting is sweet. His smile grows, triumphant as he stands up to sit next to you on the couch. You sit up, squirming toward him. 

“There she is,” he hums, happy. “Open up that pretty mouth for me.”

-

Blue light flickers from the TV while golden light of the afternoon sun washes the room, peeking through the blinds. You’re curled into Seungcheol’s side, his arm around your shoulders and your legs tangled together beneath the shared blanket. Jurassic Park plays quietly in the background because you asked for something familiar, something comforting. 

Your heat is finally starting to fade, edging toward Stage 3. The decline leaves you exhausted, but the full haze of Stage 2 is lifting, leaving you with less thoughts of tangled bodies and tongues. You can feel it in the way your body no longer aches with desperation, clarity seeping in like a slow tide.

With the clarity comes unease. Because… Well, what now? 

Neither of you have brought it up, the what happens next. Everything still feels good, but it also feels fragile, like you’re balancing in the quiet moment between inhale and exhale, waiting for the next breath to shatter whatever this little bubble you’re in. 

Your fingers fidget lightly against his chest. He notices, as he always does, and his hand smooths down your arm in slow, comforting passes. You lean into him instinctively - you don’t know how you will ever unlearn this - basking in his warmth. 

But your thoughts keep spinning. 

You don’t know how to voice the big question, don’t know how to talk about it. Don’t know what the best approach is. So you pretend it isn’t there, staring at the TV screen with unseeing eyes, thoughts burning you from the inside out. 

Seungcheol senses it anyway. 

“What’s up?” He asks, lips pressed against the top of your head. His eyes are still on the screen, the movie reflected in the lense of his glasses.  

“Did you know the stegosaurus had brains the size of walnuts?” You ask suddenly, eyes fixed. “Built like a bus with a very small brain. It was like two ounces.”

“Really?”

You nod, grateful he doesn’t question why you’re talking about dinosaurs again. “Yep. For years people thought they had a second brain somewhere near the anus.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“I’m serious. There’s an enlarged area near their hips and early scientists thought it must have been for a second brain because they couldn’t believe something with so much mass could operate with such a small brain. Turns out it wasn’t an ass-brain.”

He huffs. “Ass-brain would have been cool.”

“Right? I always hated that people thought they were docile too. They literally have massive spiked tails as a built in morning star and could beat predators' asses. People need to put respect on them.”

“Hmm. Sounds like we’re talking about more than dinosaurs here.” 

You go quiet. Your eyes flick toward the screen, but you’re not really seeing it. He’s not wrong. You chew your bottom lip, fingers playing with the edge of the blanket. 

Of course it isn’t just about dinosaurs. You’ve always admired creatures like that, misunderstood, underestimated. Not flashy, not predators, not something people are afraid of on instinct, but fierce all the same. Stubborn. Ready to dig their heels in and fight if they had to. 

Which is why you liked the stegosaur. You resonated with that. Maybe not the smartest or the strongest, but never easy to push over, always ready to bare teeth when push came to shove. It was why you liked working for Jeonghan, too, seeing a lot of that fight in him. 

Which brings you back to thinking about work, and that tomorrow is a new work day, and your heat will most likely be fully complete. And you’ll have to go back to… normal?

You don’t know.

“Why are you so nervous?” Seungcheol asks, bringing you out of your reverie. You look at him, eyes wide. He gives you a soft smile. “What, think I didn’t notice?” 

You hesitate. His face is open. Honest. He’s giving you no reason to hold back, no reason to hide from him. But what you have to say is scary. 

You take a deep breath and think about the stegosaurus. “Because my heat is fading. And I know things felt intense and - to me - special. I just… what happens after?”

“What do you mean?”

Tears prick your eyes and you curse your hormones for making you emotional. “When my heat is over, what then? We go back to normal? I’m… I don’t know. Having a heat partner is new to me, and I’m not begging you to stay or make you feel bad, I just-”

“Hey,” he interrupts, catching your face in his hands. His eyes are round, gentle. “I’m going to be honest, nothing is changing for me when your heat is over.” 

You blink in surprise. See nervousness flicker across his face when he says carefully, “I stayed because I wanted to help you. I - look, I was already a little soft for you. Now that I’m here, I like being with you, heat or no. Even when you’re talking about dinosaur ass-brains.” 

That makes you laugh and his smile lights up the room. “Really?”

“Really, baby.” 

His thumb brushes across your cheek, catching a single salty tear. “Unless you don’t want-”

“I want,” you insist. “I want so much. I have never wanted this much in my life.”

“Then I’ll stay. I’m yours.”

“Even if I start talking about ass-brains?”

“Even then.” 

The air in the room shifts, charged with something warm and unspoken. You move without thinking, surging forward and climbing into his lap where he sits on the couch. The soft fabric of his shirt brushes your thighs as you straddle him, your hands settling on his shoulders. He feels solid and warm beneath you.

Seungcheol’s hands find your hips, pulling you closer. Your forehead rests against his, breathes mingling, and for a second, you just stay there. Savoring the intimacy. Savoring his scent, bergamot and cardamom. 

“You’re sure?” You ask, voice small.

“Very sure.”

His hands slip upward, slow, under the hem of his hoodie. His fingers graze the sensitive skin of your waist, making you shiver as heat pools low between your legs. You lean in and kiss him softly, lips brushing, then pressing, slow and deliberate. 

You deepen the kiss, unhurried. His tongue traces the seam of your lips, tasting you, opening you up. You shift, grinding down on him gently, feeling the hardening length of him through his sweats. He makes a sound, soft and low, and it buzzes through your mouth. You feel yourself grow wet against your underwear and he sucks in a sharp breath, catching it. 

“Yeah?” He mumbles against your mouth, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes are fathomless but warm. His hands push the hoodie up and over your head, baring your chest to him. His eyes flicker and he curses. “You’re so perfect.”

You flush, shy under his gaze. His lips find your collarbone, kissing softly before drifting lower, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down the curve of your breast. Your head falls back as the cool air hits you, your eyes closed. 

He takes a nipple into his wanting mouth, tongue swirling, sucking gently. You gasp, hips rocking instinctively, grinding harder against him. The friction is delicious. He groans against your skin, sending sparks through you. 

Seungcheol’s hands stay on your hips, encouraging your slow, rolling movements. He doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t push. It’s soft, the couch slightly creaking under the weight of you. 

His mouth moves to the swell of your other break, lavishing it with the same care. His teeth graze just enough to make you whimper, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close. You feel slick drip down your thighs, not as heavily as before, but still just as ready for him. 

“Cheol,” you breath, voice shaky. 

He hums, lips sealed around your nipple. The wet buzz of his mouth makes you grind on him faster, chasing the heat in your belly. 

Seungcheol pulls back just enough to look up at you, eyes glassy. “Love watching you like this. Love feeling you. Want you like this.”

He pulls back just enough to tug at his sweatpants, shoving them down his thighs, his cock springing free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening. You bite your lip, the sight making your core clench, and he catches the look, a soft smirk tugging at his mouth.

Carefully, he helps you kick your sweatpants off. You sit back in his lap, not bothering with your underwear. He pushes them to the side with a careful finger, his knuckle deliberately dragging over the wet heat of your pussy. 

“Fuck. Wet.”

You nod as he grabs the base of his cock, helping you sit high on your knees. He rubs the rib through your messy folds, both of you moaning in unison before the head catches your entrance and sticks. You sink down, taking him slowly, the stretch punching the breath from your lungs. 

His shirt stays on, bunched where you fist it against his chest. It is work, sitting on him fully. You feel him deep in your stomach, your breath turning ragged. You savor the fullness, hands tangled in his shirt. 

Taking a deep breath, you start to move. His hands grip your hips, not controlling but encouraging, letting you set whatever pace you want. His cock drags against your walls, smooth and fluid. His lips find your chest, mouthing at a nipple, sucking gently. 

Your nails dig into him through the fabric of his shirt, the wet heet of his mouth, the press of his cock, all of it driving you mad, sticky with sweat as you continue to use him however you want. 

He lets you, content to suck and mouth at your chest all the while. The couch creaks faintly, a quiet underscore to the soft filth of it all, your slick coating him, dripping down to soak his sweatpants, the way his shirt clings to his sweat-damp chest.

Pleasure builds, slow and warm, a glow that starts in your core and spreads. You grind deeper, chasing it, and he groans, head tipping back, eyes half-lidded but never leaving you.

“How could I ever wanna leave this?” He asks. “How could I ever want anything but the perfect omega?”

The words, the way he says them, tip you over, and your orgasm comes soft but deep, a gentle pulse that has you trembling, walls clenching around him, a quiet moan spilling from your lips.

The way you tighten pushes him to the edge, and he groans, low and broken, thrusting up once, twice, before he comes, hot and thick inside you. His hands grip you tighter, pulling you close, and you collapse against him, panting, forehead pressed to his, the fabric of his shirt sticking to your skin.

“Mine,” he assures you, giving you a gentle kiss. “Ass-brain and all.”

“Please,” you laugh. 

That single word makes him melt, makes him all soft at the edges. “Anything for you, baby.” 

-

The office feels noticeably cooler when you return, the hum of the air conditioning a welcome sound after days away. Cold air brushes the back of your neck as you step off the elevator, a stark contrast to the lingering warmth on your skin, not from the building, but from Seungcheol following close behind you.

Seungcheol’s presence is unmistakable. And people notice.

Jeonghan is the first. He’s perched near Wonwoo’s cubicle, half-lounging on the edge when he glances up and spots you. His gaze flicks from you to Seungcheol, then back again. His eyes widen. A slow grin spreads across his face, and he immediately points a finger.

“You-”

“Not a word,” Seungcheol warns, voice low as he slides a steadying hand to the small of your back and gently guides you toward your desk. Your cheeks heat, teeth sinking into your cheek to suppress a laugh as Jeonghan starts bouncing on the balls of his feet.

“We’re just walking, Jeonghan,” you mumble, feeling anything but casual.

“You’re glowing!”

Wonwoo straightens in his chair, peering over his cubicle wall. His brow lifts as he spots Seungcheol casting a warning glance back at Jeonghan, lips curled into something between a snarl and a smirk.

“I knew it,” Jeonghan asserts, looking at you and nodding. “He’s always thought you were the cutest omega. Does he know you’re obsessed with dinosaurs yet?”

“Ugh, Jeonghan.”

“Yes,” Seungcheol confirms with a flat grin. “You remind me of a Stegosaur, Jeonghan. Very… you have similar brains.” 

You snort before slapping your hand over your mouth in horror.

Jeonghan saints at him. “I don’t get it.”

Seungcheol ignores him, turning to you instead. He brushes his fingers against your arm, and his gaze softens instantly, all gruffness melted into something warm and fond. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Ji-Jihooon!” Your lips part, stupidly, drool forming at the corner of your mouth as he slowly slips inside you again. Slowly, so that you’re seeing stars on every thick, throbbing vein slipping against your dripping with slick walls. He's splitting you open so deliciously, sinking in so deeply, your cunt slobbering with your sweet juices, you have to reach for the headboard above you. Your fingers curl around the piece of wood desperately as Jihoon makes you take every inch of his fat cock.

“Fuck,” Jihoon’s jaw clenches, his fingers digging into the back of your knees, stretching your legs even wider as he pushes deeper. “Pretty girl s’jus’ sucking me in deeper, huh? So greedy-” the wet squelch your pussy talks back to Jihoon makes your toes curl, your cheeks reddening as he groans. “Yeah, you love it when I stuff you full, huh? Can’t get enough.”

And fuck, you’re dumb, cock drunk, drooling.

It feels like Jihoon is rearranging your guts, his pretty cock dragging along your gummy walls so sinfully, the mushroom tip pressing filthy kisses to your cervix with each roll of his hips. Your mouth gapes, shallow breaths stuttering through while he moves sensually. “Oh fuck- oh my god, oh my god!” You’re babbling, holding the headboard tighter, thighs burning as he lowers his head, lips wrapping around one of your nipples to suck into his mouth.

“Soak my cock, Pretty.” His tongue brands the words across your chest, your back arching as he pulls almost all the way out before forcing back in. The squelches of your sopping pussy resonate louder and louder as he watches your pussy slurp his thick length greedily. “Love how you squeeze me - heh - trying to milk me, huh? Want me to cum deep inside you? Want me to cum and then keep going? Fuck you, silly?”

A wet slurp, slurpp, sluuurrrrpp mixing with skin hitting skin made your mind melt with his words. Your thighs shook, your ankles dangling by his ears. It was filthy, dirty, the way he’s made you cum over and over again on his cock. Your creamy juices formed an obscene ring around his base as he kept going.

You couldn’t help but nod your head stupidly, big fat tears welling up in your eyes as you cried out. “Yes, yes, right there - ‘m gonna cum again!” Your tears spilled down your cheeks, Jihoon still pinning you at his mercy. “Wanna cum, please!”

His hips rolled wickedly. He had tilted his hips a little to the right, ignoring your cries as his cock speared you again and again. “Mmm, should be right-” A high-pitched mewl gurgled from your spit-coated lips. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your whole body shuddering as he smiled down at you. “There.”

His bulbous tip smacked the sweet spot inside of you meanly. Giving it a sloppy kiss with dribbles of his precum with each slam of his hips. Your juices dripped heavily, drenching his cock with a glistening sheen and splashing onto the bed underneath you. “Ji-Ji-” Your brain short-circuited. Your walls pulsing around his heavy cock as he ruined you so thoroughly.

“Aw, is it too much for ya?” His cock slipped out messily, his hands letting go of your legs while he hiked his thigh up higher. His strong body leaned over your humming one, and as your legs draped over his thighs, his hands clasped together on the top of your head. He trapped you between him and the bed, his sharp canines flashing you a wolfish grin. “Nah, I know you can take it.” And then he’s pulling you back down onto his cock once more. His strokes are long and deep, digging to spots you’ve never even known existed. “Your pretty pussy’s gonna take everything, and thank me for it. Tha’s it,” his hooded eyes kept eye contact with you, splitting you open again with a long thrust.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

Your pussy spasms, sploshing loudly as he gets rougher. The slams of his exquisite cock leave you speechless. All you can feel is Jihoon. His mouth by your ear, letting you hear every grunt, groan, and moan he gasped out. His hands locked on top of your head forced you to meet each of his nasty strokes, your thighs quivering around his torso - and his cock coaxed your orgasm to approach faster and faster.

You felt delirious, your eyes crossing lewdly as he moved so depravedly. The heat in your stomach is burning hotter and hotter with every second that passes. Your arms wrap around Jihoon’s back, your nails dragging angry red lines down his sculpted back. You were close, and he knew it.

“Tha’s right, choke my cock with your pretty pussy.” His eyelashes flutter, his teeth gritting as you do. You feel like heaven, and he tells you just that. His thrusts growing sloppier, he refuses to cum before you. “Fuck, Pretty. Ne-need ya to cum f’me.” You make him stutter, his tongue dragging up your neck until his teeth can nibble on your earlobe. “Cum f’me, show me how good you feel. Make a mess f’me.”

The noise you make is broken, a high-pitch squeal, your pussy constricting around his fat cock. You sob, “o-oh my go-od!” And his hand is slipping between your thighs, rubbing messy hearts into your hypersensitive clit. He flicks your sweet nub fast, your walls clamping around his shaft even tighter as your mouth gapes open, jaw slacking. You hiccup a gasp, breathing a, “J-ji-hoooon!” Before your entire body vibrates.

A white hot warmth spreads throughout your body, fast. Your lungs burn for air, your mind blanking and forgetting how to breathe as you squirt violently. Your sweet honey gushes, splashing and soaking his cock heavily and shooting up to his abs as you wither underneath him.

He doesn’t stop his movements, fucking you through it, murmuring praise. “Tha’s it, soak my cock, Pretty. So hot squirting f’me. Fuck, oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Baby.” His thrusts stutter, your juices drenching his fingers and dripping down his pelvis filthily and making his eyes roll back.

“Please, please, please-” you’re babbling, cracks with whimpers, your toes curling, saliva rolling past your pretty lips and down your chin.

And that’s what pushes Jihoon past his limit. He groans deeply, head thrown back and showing his pretty neck to your teary eyes. His cock swells, pressing firmly against your cervix before wave after wave of his cum spills from his tip.

After you left the meeting, the group decided to leave too. What was the point of being there if you weren't there? You were practically the group's favorite, and besides, you had organized the meeting. Rather, you were the one who suggested the idea of doing a “pool party”.

Everyone else helped Seungcheol finish cleaning up, gathered their things, and left, leaving Seungcheol alone in his enormous house.

He went to his refrigerator; it had been quite a while since he had eaten, so hunger was starting to set in. And when he opened it, he was met with the not-so-pleasant surprise that it was empty. “Those idiots ate all my damn food.” he groaned.

It was around 8 pm, and he didn't really feel like going to the supermarket. But he wasn't going to starve. So he went upstairs to get a jacket. And while he was looking for it, he found your cell phone on his nightstand. “Oh!” Now he had an excuse to come visit you, and see you for a little.

One thing about Seungcheol is that he has the biggest crush on you. And how could we not? Pretty you, kind you, happy you. Just you.

Who wouldn't have a crush on you? He was even sure the others in the group felt something for you too. He had noticed how Jun tries to flirt with you with lame compliments. Or how Joshua is such a “gentleman” with you, and tries his best not to stare at your tits or ass when he has the opportunity. Failing miserably, because the flesh is weak, and one gives in to one's greatest guilty pleasures.

But he also noticed how the quietest, shyest, easiest-to-blush member looked at you with an enormous hunger. Jihoon was subtle, but not for seungcheol. He had this kind of "radar" that would activate every time someone tried to "steal" his girl.

Seungcheol chuckled to himself, slipping your phone into his jacket pocket. The initial annoyance of an empty fridge completely evaporated, replaced by a sudden, nervous flutter in his chest.

A trip to the convenience store could easily turn into a detour to your place. It was the perfect crime.

He grabbed his keys, headed out, and locked up the quiet, empty house.

The night air was cool, a sharp contrast to the humid, sun-drenched afternoon they’d spent by the pool. Seungcheol instead of going up to a 24-hour convenience store, blindly throwing random snacks, instant ramen, and a couple of drinks into a basket. Found himself at your front door.

His mind wasn’t on food anymore; it was entirely occupied by what he was going to say when you answered the door.

“Hey, you left your phone.” Simple. Classic. Irrefutable.

He knocked on the door three times. You didn't answer any of them. Something strange was churning in his lower stomach. You weren't one to go out without saying anything. You always let the group chat know, even if you were just going out to pick up a package. —Rule implemented by seungcheol to “prevent” anything—

After another minute of watching your door, Seungcheol let out a breathless, self-deprecating laugh, pulling your phone out of his pocket. “Right. Brain damage,” he muttered to himself, rubbing the back of his neck.

Of course you hadn’t texted the group chat; your entire lifeline was currently sitting in the palm of his hand, lighting up with a stray notification from a couple of hours ago.

But the initial relief of realizing why you hadn't posted quickly gave way to that familiar, protective knot tightening in his stomach. Even without a phone, you should be inside. It was past 8 PM, you’d left the party tired, and your keys were presumably with you.

He knocked again, a little firmer this time. “Hey? It's Seungcheol. You left your phone at my place.”

Silence. Not even the faint sound of footsteps or a television inside.

His mind immediately started racing, his protective instincts kicking into overdrive, heavily fueled by the fact that he was completely crazy about you. Had you gone down to the lobby to check the mail? Did you slip out to grab dinner because your fridge was as empty as his? Or worse—was something wrong?

He tried the doorknob. To his surprise, it clicked and turned smoothly.

The door nudged open an inch, revealing a pitch-black entryway. Seungcheol’s heart did a violent flip. You never left your door unlocked, especially not at night.

“Hey, I'm coming in,” he called out, his voice dropping into a serious, low register. He stepped across the threshold, instantly reaching for the light switch on the wall.

And then a little sound, like a little whimper, broke the silence of the place. He walked towards the sound; your room.

The little sound stopped being just whimpers, and a voice muffled through the closed door of your room. Something wasn't right. He slammed the door open.

“Yoo-hoo, anyone there?” Seungcheol's voice cut through the room. “You left your phone at my place. I was heading to get some groceries and thought I'd drop it off-”

He froze mid-sentence.

The sight hit him all at once: you face-down on the bed, ass still slightly raised, body covered in fresh marks and sweat, cum clearly leaking down your thighs. Jihoon behind you, naked, breathing hard, one hand still gripping your hip possessively as he slowly pulled out. Silence stretched.

Seungcheol's eyes widened, his grip tightening on the phone in his hand. His mouth opened, then closed. He clearly didn't know where to look, but his gaze kept dragging back to the scene in front of him.

Jihoon didn't rush to cover anything. He simply glanced over his shoulder, still kneeling between your spread legs, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His voice came out low and slightly hoarse.

“...convenient timing, hyung.”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn't- fuck. I'll just... leave the phone.” But he didn't move. His eyes flicked to you again - the way you were still trembling, barely coherent, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.

You let out a soft, broken sound, too out of it to feel real embarrassment, your body instinctively clenching around nothing now that Jihoon had pulled out.

Jihoon reached down and lazily pushed two fingers into your leaking cunt, stirring the mess he'd left behind. His eyes never left Seungcheol's.

“You can leave it on the table,” he said calmly, almost too casually. “Or…”

Seungcheol's jaw tightened. And walked towards the scene. Sitting beside you, caressing your hair. “You okay there? Are you ready to give us another round?”

Something about Seungcheol is that he didn't mind sharing. Not with jihoon at least.

Your brain was a complete mush, you couldn't think straight, so you just made a sound, a little whimper.

“What’s that, baby? Use your big girl words” Seungcheol cooed. “I think that's a yes, Hyung” jihoon chuckled behind you, giving your used cunt a slap that made you squirm.

Seungcheol’s fingers threaded gently through your hair, the touch surprisingly tender compared to the heat burning in his eyes. He leaned down closer, his breath warm against your ear as he brushed damp strands away from your flushed face.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing, the same tone he used when he was trying to get the group to agree to one of his ideas. “You’ve been such a good girl for Jihoon already. Let hyung take care of you too. Yeah?”

You managed another broken whimper, hips twitching at the light slap Jihoon had given your sensitive pussy. The sound you made was barely coherent, but your body answered for you—back arching just slightly, pushing your ass higher in a silent plea.

Jihoon let out a soft, satisfied huff of laughter. “Told you. She’s still needy.” His fingers curled inside you again, slow and deliberate, pushing the warm mix of his cum deeper. The wet, obscene sound filled the room, making your thighs tremble. “Greedy little thing. Took everything I gave her and still wants more.”

Seungcheol’s jaw flexed. He glanced down at where Jihoon’s fingers disappeared inside you, then back up to your hazy, half-lidded eyes.

He stood just long enough to shrug off his jacket, letting it drop to the floor along with your forgotten phone. His shirt followed. The sight of his broad, toned chest made your stomach flutter even through the fog in your brain. He was bigger than Jihoon in frame, all solid muscle from years of working out, and right now every inch of him looked coiled with restrained want.

“Move over a bit, Jihoon-ah,” Seungcheol said, voice rough. He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. Instead of taking your pussy right away, he gently rolled you onto your back, facing him. One large hand cupped your cheek while the other slid down your body, mapping the marks Jihoon had already left—red fingerprints on your hips, faint hickeys blooming on your shoulders.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he whispered, almost reverent. His thumb brushed your swollen bottom lip. “All fucked out and still looking at me like that.”

Seungcheol’s thumb kept stroking your bottom lip, his dark eyes locked on yours like he was trying to memorize every dazed, glassy detail. “That’s it… look at me, baby. Just like that.” His voice was rough but gentle.

Jihoon shifted higher on the bed, kneeling beside your head now, his own cock still hard and glistening. One hand lazily pumped himself as he watched Seungcheol settle between your spread legs.

Seungcheol pushed your thighs wider, his broad palms sliding under your knees to fold you open for him. He dragged the thick head of his cock up and down your slick pussy, coating himself in the mix of your wetness and Jihoon’s cum. The filthy sound made your hips jerk.

“Fuck… you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he breathed, almost to himself. Then he pushed in, stretching you open with a deep groan that vibrated through his chest. “So warm… so fucking full already.”

You let out a broken moan as he bottomed out, your walls fluttering around his thicker length. The fullness was overwhelming, especially after Jihoon had already used you so thoroughly.

Jihoon leaned down, capturing your mouth in a messy kiss while Seungcheol started moving—long, deep strokes that made your breasts bounce with every thrust. When Jihoon pulled back, he guided the tip of his cock to your lips.

“Open up, princess,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Let me feel that pretty mouth while hyung fucks you.”

You parted your lips obediently, and Jihoon slid inside with a quiet curse, his hand gently cradling the back of your head. He didn’t push too deep, letting you adjust while Seungcheol’s pace grew steadily rougher.

“Look at her,” Seungcheol growled, eyes fixed where your bodies connected. His thumb found your clit and rubbed tight circles, making your thighs shake. “Taking both of us so well. Such a perfect girl for us.”

The praise made your head spin even more. Jihoon’s hips rocked shallowly into your mouth, his usual quiet intensity cracking into soft grunts and whispered filth.

“Shit— her tongue… always so good,” he hissed. One of his hands reached down to pinch and tug at your nipple, while Seungcheol leaned forward, folding you deeper into the meanest matting press you could’ve imagined, and sucking a fresh mark onto the side of your neck.

They found a rhythm quickly—Seungcheol pounding into your dripping cunt, Jihoon using your mouth in slower thrusts. Every time Seungcheol hit that perfect spot inside you, you moaned around Jihoon’s cock, the vibrations pulling more curses from him.

Seungcheol’s control started slipping. His thrusts grew harder, the wet slap of skin louder as he chased his pleasure. “Gonna fill you up too, baby. Want you leaking both of us when we’re done.”

Jihoon pulled out of your mouth just long enough for you to gasp for air, strings of saliva connecting your swollen lips to his cock. He tapped the wet head against your cheek, smirking faintly.

“Tell hyung how bad you want his cum,” Jihoon cooed, voice deceptively soft. “Use your words this time.”

Seungcheol’s hips snapped forward harder, his thick cock dragging against your walls with every deep thrust.

The wet, filthy sounds of him fucking Jihoon’s cum back into you filled the room. Your eyes were glassy, tears of overstimulation clinging to your lashes as Jihoon lazily tapped his cock against your tongue. Jihoon smirked, gripping your hair a little tighter. “Hear that, hyung? She’s trying so hard to speak.” You pulled off Jihoon’s cock just enough to gasp out a broken, desperate plea, voice hoarse and trembling.“P-please… Seungcheol… hyung… please cum inside me,” you begged, words slurring together.

Your hips rolled up to meet his thrusts, chasing more. “Want your cum… fill me up… please, I need it—need both of you dripping out of me… please cum in my pussy, hyung—”Seungcheol’s eyes darkened, a low, guttural groan ripping from his chest. His grip on your thighs turned bruising as he fucked you harder, the bed creaking under the force.“Fuck, listen to you,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Such a greedy little slut for our cum. Begging so pretty like that.” He leaned down, biting your bottom lip before kissing you messily. “You’re gonna get it, baby. Gonna pump you so full.”Jihoon chuckled darkly, stroking himself as he watched. “She really loses it when she gets desperate.”Seungcheol’s pace turned punishing, his thumb rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit until your whole body seized up. You came hard around him with a broken cry, walls fluttering and squeezing his cock. That finally pushed him over the edge.With a deep, strained moan, Seungcheol buried himself to the hilt and came, flooding your already soaked pussy with thick, hot spurts. He kept grinding through it, pushing his cum deeper while you whimpered and trembled beneath him.

Seungcheol pulled out slowly, a thick glob of his cum leaking from your stretched hole. You were still panting, body twitching with aftershocks, when Jihoon moved.

He lay down on his back in the center of your bed, cock hard and glistening, and pulled you on top of him with strong hands on your hips.

“C’mere, princess,” Jihoon murmured. He guided you to straddle him, facing his chest. You sank down onto his cock with a shaky moan, taking him easily thanks to the mess already inside you. He groaned deeply as your walls clenched around him, hands gripping your ass to hold you flush against his hips.

Seungcheol watched, slowly stroking his still-hard cock as he knelt behind you. He moved between Jihoon’s spread legs, positioning himself right behind your ass.

“You ready to take both of us in this tight little pussy?” Seungcheol asked, voice thick. He rubbed the fat head of his cock against your already-filled entrance, pressing right beside where Jihoon was buried inside you.

You nodded desperately, whimpering. “Please… want both… stretch me full—”

Jihoon reached up and cupped your face, pulling you down so your chest pressed against his. “Relax for us, baby. Breathe.”

Seungcheol pushed forward.

The pressure was intense. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as the thick head of his cock forced its way in alongside Jihoon’s, stretching your walls obscenely wide. Inch by inch, he sank in, both cocks rubbing together inside your slick, cum-filled cunt. The fullness was overwhelming—burning, aching, and so fucking good.

“Fuuuck—” Seungcheol hissed through clenched teeth, eyes locked on where your pussy was stretched impossibly around both of them. “So goddamn tight… look at her taking us.”

Jihoon let out a shaky breath beneath you, one hand sliding down to press lightly on your lower belly, feeling the bulge. “She’s so full. Can feel you throbbing against me, hyung.”

Once Seungcheol bottomed out, all three of you stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the brutal stretch. Your thighs trembled violently, soft broken whimpers spilling from your lips as your walls fluttered and clenched around the two thick cocks stuffed inside you.

Then they started moving.

Jihoon rolled his hips up from below in slow, deep thrusts while Seungcheol fucked you from above on his knees—powerful, controlled strokes that made your whole body jolt between them. Their cocks dragged against each other and against every sensitive spot inside you with every thrust, pushing Jihoon’s and Seungcheol’s cum in and out in filthy, wet sounds.

“Ah—! Too much… so full—” you sobbed, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure.

Seungcheol groaned, gripping your hips tighter as he thrust deeper. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking two cocks in this greedy cunt like a perfect little slut.” He leaned forward, one hand bracing beside Jihoon’s head as he kissed your shoulder. “Gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

Jihoon’s hand slipped between your bodies to rub your swollen clit in tight circles, making your eyes roll back. “She’s squeezing us so fucking hard,” he panted, voice strained. His other arm wrapped around your back, holding you down against his chest as he fucked up into you harder.

The rhythm grew faster, more desperate—wet skin slapping, low groans, and your broken moans filling the room. Every thrust pushed more mixed cum out around their cocks, dripping down Jihoon’s balls and onto the sheets.

“Gonna cum again,” Seungcheol growled against your ear. “Want us to fill you up together this time?”

Seungcheol’s thrusts grew deeper and more forceful, his hips slapping against your ass as he drove both cocks even further into your overstretched pussy. Jihoon matched him from below, rolling his hips up in sharp, relentless strokes. The dual pressure was merciless—two thick cocks rubbing together inside you, dragging against every swollen, sensitive inch of your walls with wet, obscene sounds.

You were shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face, mouth open in constant broken cries.

“Too full—ahh—can’t—fuck—!” you sobbed, nails digging into Jihoon’s shoulders.

Jihoon groaned beneath you, sweat-slick chest heaving. “She’s squeezing so fucking tight… gonna milk us dry.” One hand stayed on your clit, rubbing fast and firm, while the other gripped your hip to keep you pinned against him.

Seungcheol leaned over your back, caging you between their bodies. His voice was ragged against your ear. “You begged for our cum, baby. Now you’re gonna take every drop. Gonna fill this greedy little cunt until it’s overflowing.”

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

Your whole body seized up, walls clamping down viciously around both cocks as you came with a silent scream, eyes rolling back. The brutal stretch and overwhelming fullness sent you spiraling hard—thighs locking, pussy gushing around them as wave after wave crashed through you.

“Fuck—!” Seungcheol snarled, slamming in deep. His cock throbbed violently against Jihoon’s as he came first, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum straight into your already ruined pussy.

The added heat and pressure pushed Jihoon over the edge right after. He buried himself to the hilt with a low, guttural moan, spilling deep inside you while his hips jerked up erratically. Both of them kept moving through their orgasms, grinding and thrusting as they flooded your cunt together, mixing with everything already inside you.

Cum leaked out around their cocks in messy spurts, dripping down Jihoon’s balls and onto the ruined sheets. The three of you stayed locked together, panting and trembling as the pleasure slowly ebbed.

Seungcheol pulled out first with a low, shaky groan, his cock glistening with the messy evidence of all three of you. Jihoon followed shortly after, and the moment they left your body, a thick rush of warm cum spilled out of your abused, fluttering hole, soaking the sheets beneath you. You whimpered softly at the empty feeling, your body still twitching with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

“Shh, easy, baby,” Seungcheol murmured immediately, his voice now soft and soothing. He rolled you gently onto your back and brushed sweat-damp strands of hair from your forehead, pressing tender kisses to your flushed cheeks, your closed eyelids, and the tip of your nose. “You did so incredibly well. Our perfect girl.”

Jihoon slipped off the bed and returned within seconds with a warm, damp towel and a bottle of water. He was uncharacteristically gentle as he wiped you clean between your trembling thighs, murmuring quiet praises the entire time. “Look at you… still leaking so much. You took everything we gave you like you were made for us.” His usual sharp edges had completely melted away, replaced by a rare, fond softness in his eyes.

Seungcheol helped you sit up just enough to sip from a water bottle, one large hand rubbing slow circles on your lower back while the other held the bottle steady. “Small sips, sweetheart. There you go. You’re safe. We’ve got you.”

Once you were hydrated and cleaned, they rearranged the three of you with practiced care. Jihoon lay on his back and pulled you against his chest so your head rested right over his steady heartbeat. Seungcheol slid in behind you, wrapping one strong arm around your waist and pressing his broad chest flush against your back, cocooning you completely between their warm bodies. The contrast—Jihoon’s quieter, intense comfort and Seungcheol’s big, protective warmth—made you feel impossibly safe and cherished.

“You okay?” Seungcheol whispered against the nape of your neck, dropping soft, lazy kisses along your shoulder. “Any pain? Too sore?”

You shook your head weakly, nuzzling deeper into Jihoon’s chest. “Feels good… just tired. ”

Jihoon let out a quiet chuckle, his fingers threading gently through your hair. “That’s our girl.” He tilted your chin up and kissed you—slow, sweet, and full of unspoken affection. When he pulled back, his thumb stroked your cheek. “Been wanting this for so long.”

Seungcheol hummed in agreement, tightening his hold around you. “Same. Every time you smiled at the group, every time you laughed at my dumb jokes or helped me organize things… I was gone for you. Didn’t think I’d ever get to hold you like this.” He paused, then added with a small, shy laugh, “And apparently Jihoon-ah was faster than me.”

“Hyung was too busy being obvious and protective,” Jihoon teased lightly, though his voice stayed gentle. He kissed the top of your head. “But we both knew you were special. Still do.”

You let out a tiny, content sigh, your body finally relaxing completely between them.

You giggled sleepily, the sound making both of them melt a little more. The room grew quiet except for the steady rhythm of their breathing and the occasional soft kiss pressed to your skin.

An. Ok ok, I know, this seems too convenient, too rushed, too much and too bad. SORRY!!!! But, I'll surely come back with something better I PROMISSE!!!!

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It was a fairly normal day. One of the very few days you had off, And by a very strange coincidence, your roommate was also home.

This was odd, since both of them usually had busy lives due to their studies. But you didn't think much of it anyway. Perhaps if they had spoken from the beginning they could have been very good girlfriends by now. But when you moved in with her, it was finals week, so you didn't exchange a word. And now they don't speak a word to each other, they only communicate by text messages. You had her cell phone number, since it was given to you with your dorm assignment sheet. Her name: Yoon Jeonghan. A very beautiful girl, with wavy hair, and such delicate and pretty features.

You were sprawled in the couch, drinking some ice tea—Lipton Iced Tea Mix— while doom scrolling on reels, The weather outside looked nice, but you didn't feel like going out.

You stretched a little, letting your bones flex, and sighed, releasing all the week's stress in that breath. Then you got up and checked what you would eat today. When you opened the fridge, well, there was food to eat, but you felt lazy and decided to order some take out.

You grab your phone from the couch, shifting your focus from the endless loop of reels to a food delivery app. As you scroll through options—debating between a warm bowl of ramen or just ordering a massive pizza you can pick at for the next two days—the muffled sound of rushing water from the bathroom suddenly cuts off. A moment of silence follows, save for the hum of the refrigerator.

Then, the bathroom door creaks open a mere crack, and a voice calls out.

“Hey... sorry to bother you, but could you hand me a towel? I forgot to bring one in, and the rack is empty."

The voice is smooth, a little raspy, and definitely deeper than you would have expected for someone you’d mentally categorized as a quiet, shy and delicate girl for the past few months. You blink, a little startled by the sudden interaction. It’s probably the most consecutive words you’ve heard them speak out loud since moving in. “Uh, yeah, sure, hold on!” you call back, setting your phone down on the kitchen island. You walk over to the linen closet in the hallway, grab a fresh, fluffy white towel, and head toward the bathroom. You knock lightly on the wooden frame first.

“I have it.” “Thanks, just hand it to me,” the voice replies. Without thinking much of it—assuming they'd just crack the door an inch and stick a hand out—you push the door open slightly to pass the towel through. But the door swings a bit wider than intended, pushed by the draft, and the heavy mist of hot steam billows out into the hallway, carrying the scent of sweet, cherry-blossom shampoo.

You freeze. Standing there, halfway out of the shower glass and reaching for the door, is your roommate. The long, beautiful, wavy hair you'd admired from a distance is dripping wet, plastered against a pair of broad, distinctly masculine shoulders. The water droplets slide down a completely bare, flat, and toned chest. Jeonghan stops mid-motion, his hand hovering in the air. He looks at you, his sharp, pretty eyes blinking through the damp strands of hair, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing. He tilts his head slightly, a faint, amused smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Are you going to give me the towel, or just keep staring?” he asks, his voice echoing slightly against the bathroom tiles.

Your brain short-circuits. Yoon Jeonghan.The delicate features. The beautiful hair. The name you never questioned because you were not that familiar with Korean names. And She... is very clearly a he. And finally you realize you're staring at him and hand him the towel, rushing out of there, slamming the door behind you. But before you can sprint to your room, the door opens, and a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you back inside the bathroom, closing the door and trapping you against it.

The steam still clung thick in the air, making the small bathroom feel even smaller as Jeonghan pinned you against the closed door with surprising ease. His grip on your wrist was firm, warm from the shower, and droplets of water slid from his hair onto your shirt. He was still completely naked, the towel you'd handed him now loosely draped over one shoulder instead of wrapped around his waist. Up close like this, the contrast hit you harder—the delicate, almost ethereal beauty of his face with those sharp, cat-like eyes and full lips, paired with the lean, toned lines of a man's body, narrow hips, and the unmistakable evidence of his arousal starting to stir.

"You okay there? You look like you saw a ghost," he murmured, his voice low and slightly husky, laced with that same amusement. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth as he tilted his head, letting wet strands of hair fall across one eye. “Or maybe you've been wondering about me this whole time? Have you finally found out?”

Your heart hammered against your ribs. Words tangled in your throat.“I—Jeonghan—you're... I thought—”

“A girl?” He chuckled softly. One hand stayed braced beside your head on the door, caging you in, while the other released your wrist only to trail lightly down your arm. “Happens more often than you'd think. The name, the hair, the face... I stopped correcting people a long time ago. It's easier this way. That's why I never corrected you” His gaze dropped slowly, deliberately, tracing over your body before flicking back up.“But, you never asked.”

The heat from the shower mixed with the flush creeping up your neck. You could smell the cherry-blossom shampoo on him, sweet and intoxicating, and feel the warmth radiating off his bare skin. He was close enough that if either of you breathed too deeply, you'd touch.

Jeonghan leaned in a fraction more, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he whispered, “You were staring pretty hard, liked what you saw?” His free hand came up, fingers grazing your jaw, tilting your face toward his. Those pretty eyes were half-lidded now with something hungry. “Don't tell me I ruined the roommate situationship we had...Or did it make it better?”

Your back pressed harder against the wood. Part of you wanted to bolt. The bigger part—the one currently short-circuiting from the sight, scent, and sheer overwhelming presence of him—didn't.

“I... wasn't expecting this,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Good.” His smirk deepened. He shifted his weight, and you felt the unmistakable brush of his hardening cock against your thigh through your clothes. "Neither was I when you decided to walk around the dorm without a bra, or when you wonder around the place not wearing pants, and you let me see that beautiful ass of yours, oh and let's not forget the fucking times you bring disgusting men... Never took you for the type that fake orgasms. You deserve better baby.”

He paused, giving you a moment, those delicate features softening just a touch as if checking if you'd push him away. When you didn't, his hand slid to the back of your neck, thumb stroking lightly.

“You deserve me.” he purred, voice dropping even lower.

Jeonghan didn’t wait long for your answer.

The second your lips parted he closed the distance and kissed you hard. It wasn’t gentle. His mouth was hot, demanding, tongue sliding against yours as he pressed his naked, still-damp body flush against you. The towel dropped forgotten to the floor.

You moaned into his mouth when his hand shoved your shirt up roughly, exposing your breasts. He broke the kiss only to latch onto your neck, sucking a dark mark right below your jaw while his fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, sending sharp sparks of pleasure straight between your legs.

“Fuck, you’re sensitive,” he growled against your skin, voice raspy. “Bet you’re already soaked for me, isn't that right, hun?”

His other hand didn’t hesitate. He shoved your pants and underwear down in one impatient tug, letting them bunch around your thighs. Two long fingers slid between your folds, stroking your slick heat before pushing inside you without warning.

“Ah-!F-Fuck, Han...” Your head fell back against the door with a thud.“Shhh… that’s it,” Jeonghan purred, curling his fingers deep, stroking that spot that made your knees buckle. “So wet already. This pretty "girl" is gonna ruin sex f'u, You're only going to want to fuck with me, you're only going to want me to be the one to fill you up, right? I should make you completely mine, shouldn't I? Filling you up with my babies.”

He pumped his fingers faster, thumb circling your clit with relentless precision. The wet, obscene sounds echoed in the steamy bathroom. Your hips jerked against his hand, chasing the pleasure as he kissed and bit down your collarbone.

Jeonghan pulled his fingers out suddenly, making you whine at the loss. He brought them to his mouth, licking them clean while staring straight into your eyes, that pretty, wicked smirk never leaving his face.

“On your knees, baby. I want to feel that mouth first.”

Jeonghan’s voice was low and rough with need as he guided you down firmly until your back hit the door. His thick, leaking cock bobbed right in front of your face—long, flushed dark pink, and beautifully curved upward, the swollen head already shiny with precum. You barely had time to inhale before he tangled his fingers tightly in your hair and pushed forward, sliding the hot, heavy length between your lips with a deep, filthy groan.

“Fuuuuuck… good fucking girl,oh... my... G-goood.” he sighed, eyes rolling back for a second before locking onto you again. “Th-that’s it—open wider. Take my cock like the needy little girl you are.”

You wrapped your lips around him, sucking eagerly as your tongue swirled around the leaking tip. The taste of him was musky, slightly sweet from the shower gel still clinging to his skin. Jeonghan didn’t let you ease into it. He rocked his hips forward, feeding you more of his length until the head nudged the back of your throat.

“Shit- yes! just like that,” he moaned, breathy and shameless. “Suck it like you mean it. I’ve jerked off so many fucking times daydreaming about storming insied- Fuck!- your room when those stupid guys, oh shit! Don't know how to pleasure you... And, fucking, show them how's it done, Ahh-!”

You placed your hands on his firm, toned ass for support, fingers digging into the muscle as he started fucking your face with slow, deep thrusts. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the steamy bathroom every time he pulled back, your saliva already dripping down his shaft and coating your chin. The more he pushed, the messier it got—thick strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock whenever he withdrew.

Jeonghan looked down at you with his half-lidded eyes, his delicate features flushed pink and his long wavy hair sticking to his damp cheeks and neck. The contrast was dizzying—this ethereally pretty face moaning like a porn star while he used your throat.

“Look at you,” he growled, voice cracking with pleasure. “Drooling all over my cock like a desperate slut. You have no idea how many times I imagined shoving you down and face-fucking you until tears ran down your cheeks. How many fucking times I wanted to... Ahhh... Fuck you when you're being a fucking menace by only wearing those- Uhhg-  Diminute tank tops without a bra, and those beautiful panties.”

He tightened his grip in your hair and thrust deeper, forcing you to take almost all of him. Your throat constricted around the head of his cock and you gagged wetly, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth and dripping onto your shirt and the floor. Jeonghan groaned loudly at the feeling, hips stuttering.

“Fuck yes—gag on it. Make it messy, baby. I want your throat bulging. That’s my good girl… choking on my dick like you were made for it.”Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as he started fucking your mouth faster, shallow and sloppy now, the wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds echoing off the tiles. His balls slapped lightly against your chin with every thrust. Precum and saliva ran down your neck in shiny rivulets. Jeonghan’s pretty lips were parted, soft whimpers and filthy praises spilling out nonstop.“You’re so much better than I imagined… warm, wet, fucking perfect. Bet your pussy is clenching right now, jealous your throat is getting all the attention.”

He suddenly pulled you forward until your nose pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, holding you there as your throat spasmed around him. You choked hard, more thick drool pouring from your stretched lips and running down his balls.

After a few long seconds he pulled back, letting you gasp for air. A thick strand of saliva connected your panting mouth to his throbbing, sloppy cock. Jeonghan stared down at the absolute mess he’d made of your face—swollen lips, tear-streaked cheeks, chin covered in spit—and smirked.

“God, you look so fucking filthy like this…” He tapped his wet cock against your cheek a few times, smearing the mess around. “But I’m not done with this mouth yet.”

He slid back between your lips immediately, resuming the relentless rhythm, clearly loving how wrecked and sloppy you were becoming.

“En-enough. I need to be inside you.”

He pulled you up like you weighed nothing, spun you around, and bent you over the bathroom counter. Your hands braced against the mirror as he kicked your legs wider. The head of his cock nudged your entrance, sliding up and down your soaked folds teasingly.“Look at yourself,” he ordered, voice dark. One hand gripped your hip, the other reached around to rub your clit. “Watch how pretty you look when I finally fuck you the way you deserve.”

Then he thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

You cried out, the stretch intense and perfect. Jeonghan moaned loudly, forehead dropping against your shoulder for a second as he savored the tight heat.“Sh-shiiiit… so fucking- tight- oh my-!” he hissed. “Better than I imagined.” he chuckled.

He didn’t give you long to adjust. His hips snapped forward, setting a deep, punishing rhythm that had the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with your moans and his low grunts. Every thrust dragged against that sweet spot inside you, making your legs shake.

Jeonghan’s hand slid up your back, gripping your hair and pulling your head back so you were forced to watch in the mirror—his pretty face behind you, eyes locked on yours, lips parted in pleasure as he fucked you harder.

“Tell me how it feels,” he demanded between thrusts. “Tell me whose cock is ruining you right now.”

He reached around again, rubbing your clit in tight circles, driving you closer and closer to the edge with every snap of his hips.

“Fucking answer!” Jeonghan growled, slapping your swollen clit again with sharp, wet smacks that made your whole body jolt.

“It’s—ahh! It’s your cock!” you cried out, voice breaking as he slammed into you even harder. “Jeonghan- fuck- your cock is ruining me!”

A satisfied, wicked laugh escaped his lips. “That’s right, baby. My cock. Not those useless boys you brought home.” He yanked your hair harder, forcing your eyes to stay on the mirror. The sight was obscene: your face flushed and wrecked with tears, mouth open in a broken moan, tits bouncing with every brutal thrust, while behind you Jeonghan looked like a wet dream—long wavy hair sticking to his pretty face, sharp eyes dark with lust, lips parted as he fucked you like he owned you.

“Can you see how deep I’m going, hmm?” he hissed, slowing his thrusts for a moment so you could see his thick, glistening cock sliding almost all the way out before slamming back in, stretching your pussy wide. “Look at how your greedy cunt swallows me! So fucking sloppy already.”

The wet squelching sounds were loud and filthy, your arousal dripping down your thighs and coating his balls. Jeonghan reached around and rubbed your clit again in fast, messy circles, occasionally giving it another light slap that sent electric shocks through your body.

Your legs started shaking uncontrollably. The angle was perfect—his curved cock dragging relentlessly against your g-spot with every thrust. You could feel the pressure building fast, dangerously fast.Jeonghan noticed. Of course he did.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” he warned, suddenly slowing his hips to a torturous grind, keeping himself buried deep while he rolled his hips in slow circles. “I want to feel this tight little pussy milk me when I say so.”

He pulled out completely, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. You whimpered pathetically at the loss. Before you could protest, he spun you around to face him, lifted you onto the counter, and shoved your back against the cool mirror.

Jeonghan hooked your legs over his arms, spreading you wide open, and thrust back inside in one brutal stroke. The new angle made you scream.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,yes, right there!” you sobbed.

He pounded into you mercilessly, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing off the tiles. Sweat and steam made both your bodies slick. His pretty face was inches from yours now—those delicate features twisted in raw pleasure as he watched you fall apart.

“Yo-you’re clenching so hard around me- fuck—” he groaned. “Such a needy fucking hole. Been waiting months to fill you up like this.”

He leaned down and captured your mouth in a messy, spit-slick kiss, tongues sliding desperately while he kept fucking you deep. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.

“Gonna cum inside you,” he panted against your mouth. “Gonna pump this pretty pussy full until it’s leaking down your thighs. You want that, don’t you? Want your roommate to breed you like a slut?”His thumb found your clit again, rubbing fast and firm. Your walls fluttered wildly around his cock, the coil in your belly tightening unbearably.

“Jeonghan- d-don't s-stop, please, I'm so close—”“Cum then,” he finally commanded, voice dark and breathless. “Cum on my cock like a good girl. Let me feel it.”He slammed into you harder, angling perfectly, and the orgasm crashed over you like a wave. Your vision went white as you screamed his name, pussy spasming violently around his thick length, gushing around him. Jeonghan moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him rhythmically.“Fuck—fuck— so tight—!”

He fucked you through it, chasing his own release with short, desperate thrusts until his hips stuttered. With a broken, beautiful moan right against your ear, he buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum inside you. His cock twitched with every spurt, filling you until you could feel the warmth leaking out around him.For a long moment, the only sounds were your heavy breathing and the dripping of water from the forgotten shower head.

Jeonghan stayed buried deep inside you, forehead pressed gently against yours as you both trembled through the aftershocks. A lazy, satisfied smirk slowly spread across his flushed, angelic face. His breathing slowly evened out, warm against your skin.

He brushed a few damp strands of hair away from your face with careful fingers.“…You okay?” he whispered, voice still hoarse.

You nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “Yeah. That was… intense.”

A small smile tugged at his lips. He leaned in and kissed you slowly,soft, sweet, and unhurried. Then he pressed another kiss to your cheek and the corner of your mouth.

He pulled out carefully, both of you sighing at the loss. You felt his cum starting to leak down your thigh, but Jeonghan was already reaching for the towel. He cleaned you up with gentle hands, almost reverent, before quickly wiping himself down.

Without a word, he turned the shower back on to a warm spray and guided you under it with him. The water felt soothing against your heated skin. He washed you slowly, his fingers massaging shampoo into your hair while you did the same for him, running your hands through his long, wet waves. He kept stealing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck the whole time.

After drying off, he wrapped you in a big towel and carried you straight to his bed. He laid you down gently before leaving, and bringing you some clothes. When you were both dressed he climbed in beside you, immediately pulling you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, one leg tangling with yours as he held you close.

For a few minutes, you simply lay there in comfortable silence, listening to his heartbeat.

“I should probably explain something,” Jeonghan said quietly, his fingers tracing slow patterns on your back. “I wasn’t around much… not because I didn’t like you. It was kind of the opposite.”

You tilted your head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

He let out a soft, embarrassed chuckle. “You made it really hard for me to behave. Literally.” His cheeks flushed just a little. “Every time you walked around in those tiny shorts or without a bra… or when I’d hear you through the walls… I had to leave the dorm more often than I wanted to. I was worried I’d do something stupid and make you uncomfortable.”

Your face heated up, but you couldn’t help smiling. “So all those times you disappeared…” “Yeah,” he admitted, grinning sheepishly. “I was either in the library trying to calm down or jerking off in the shower thinking about you. Not my proudest moments.”

You buried your face in his neck, laughing softly. “I can’t believe I never noticed.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve liked you for a while now. More than I probably should have, especially since we barely talked. I just didn’t know how to tell you without it being weird.”

You pulled back enough to meet his eyes. They were warm, a little vulnerable, and unfairly pretty. He leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet, savoring the moment. When he pulled away, he tucked you closer against him.

Your stomach growled loudly, breaking the quiet intimacy. Jeonghan chuckled.

“Hungry?”

“Very,” you admitted.

He reached for his phone on the nightstand without letting you go, keeping one arm firmly around your waist. “Pizza it is, then. Extra cheese?”you hummed a yes.

He placed the order quickly, then set the phone aside and pulled you back into his chest. As he tapped in the order, he mumbled against your hair, “By the way… you’re my girlfriend now. I decided. No take-backs. So… that means I can finally stop pretending I don’t like when you walk around the house barely clothed.” he said, a playful glint in his eyes.

You poked his side. “Only if you stop ignoring me.” “You got a deal,” he laughed softly, the sound warm and low in his chest.

He kissed your forehead and held you tighter as the comfortable silence returned.

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DK and Mingyu are both head-over-heels for Boo Youmi, constantly begging and pleading for a chance with her. No matter how hard they try, she gently turns them down every time. They've begun to suspect she already has someone... and they're so right!

Youmi is madly in love with you, her best friend - her very first and only crush. You're the prettiest, kindest girl in her eyes, and she's completely captivated. What you don't realize is how deeply her feelings run. You joke about her being your "girlfriend," kiss her cheek, hold her hand, invite her for sleepovers, and even flash her playfully from time to time. To you, it's all harmless fun between best friends.

And Youmi is losing her mind.

“Hmmm...” I hummed as I stretched, The beam of sunlight illuminating my face was becoming annoying, causing me to wake up. I opened my eyes and rolled over in bed, eventually sitting on the edge. I rubbed my eyes and opened them again. I didn't feel like being productive today; I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to stay in bed. But that wasn't an option I had to go to work.

I finally got up and went to the bathroom, took a quick shower, it was still early; the advantages of routine I guess, I don't use an alarm to wake me up now. I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body, and started getting dressed and fixing my hair and face a little.I got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body, and started getting dressed and fixing my hair and face.

When I was finally satisfied with the result I walked downstairs. The smell of something savory hit me before I even reached the kitchen. Soonyoung was already there, back turned, his ears twitched slightly at the sound of my footsteps. His striped orange-and-black tail flicked lazily behind him as he stood at the stove.

“Morning,” I announced, voice still a little raspy. I opened the fridge and grabbed a cold bottle of water.He glanced over his shoulder. His usual bright energy was missing; instead, his eyes looked tired, and there was a faint crease between his brows. Even his ears were drooping a little.

“You look like shit,” I said before I could stop myself. “Everything okay?”Soonyoung let out a long sigh, poking at whatever was sizzling in the pan with a spatula. “Rough night. Went on that date yesterday...the one I told you about, the girl who I matched with in that dating app.”I leaned against the counter, unscrewing the cap of the water bottle. “And?”He paused, his tail went still. “She thought I was lying when I said I was a hybrid. When we actually met up, she kept giving me these...dirty looks. Like I was some kind of freak who tricked her.”

He made a small, defeated pout that made something in my chest twist. “I showed her my ears and tail right away, but she still acted like I’d catfished her or something.”I swallowed the sudden sour taste in my mouth.

The way he said it so casually, like he was used to it, made it worse. I've been fantasying with this fucking guy since we were in college. We started being roommates as well, the dorms were pretty expensive and that wasn't a problem for me, but being alone. I hated the idea of being alone. So I started looking for a roommate.

A friend of mine told me that his friend was looking for a roommate since he couldn't really afford to rent a dorm here. So that's how we were liked up. I couldn't care less he was an hybrid, he was nice and really good looking and he didnt seem dangerous at all, with time we became closer we used to attend to parties together, we talked about our experiences with the opposite sex, we studied together. And the dorm rules dynamic was pretty good, we were on the same road.

So when we graduated college, We both agreed to live together for as long as we could. I helped him financially, and he helped myself because I hated being alone. And the idea of living alone terrified me.

Over time, we both drifted apart a bit. Work, social life, trying to find love, etc. But at the end of the day, we could always talk over dinner or breakfast. And that was what comforted me most. Having someone to myself. I think if I had to complain about anything, it would be the fact that he's always naked when he's home.

Well, not completely naked; sometimes he just wears pants that are pretty low on his hips. Or sometimes he just walks around the house in shorts or boxers. My libido increases every time I'm near him. Is his body shape simply so..delicious? Toned body, killer abs, a great pair of legs, a well-structured, round, and beautiful ass, and arms that could easily manhandle me.He was the protagonist of my wet dreams since we started living together; I would do anything for at least a taste of him, at least a kiss on the lips...

“It hasn’t even been that long since hybrids became part of regular society,” I said gently, finally sitting on the counter. “People are still adjusting. Some of them are assholes. But not everyone is like that. You’ll find someone who sees you and actually… wants you. All of you.”Soonyoung turned off the stove and sat next to me. His ears perked up just a fraction at my words, but the pout stayed. Up close, I could see the faint dark circles under his eyes and the way his blonde hair was messier than usual. “Did you sleep well?” I asked and he just shook with his head a no.

He looked really cute for someone who could probably pin me against this counter without even trying.“Maybe I should stop using dating apps... I'm pretty sure that's my biggest mistake here.” He rubbed the back of his neck, claws lightly scratching at the short fur there. “Anyways.Breakfast’s ready, by the way. I made extra. Figured you’d need it before work.”I smiled, even though my stomach was doing that annoying fluttery thing it always did around him lately. “Thanks, Hoshi.”

Soonyoung stood behind the sink, water running over the plates, his tail flicking with that restless rhythm he got when his brain wouldn’t shut off.“Text me if the studio runs late,” I called over my shoulder and he glanced back, suds dripping from his hands. “Yeah. You too. Don’t let that asshole manager dump extra reports on you again. Fighting!”I snorted and left.

The workday dragged like usual; endless spreadsheets, a lot of passive-aggressive emails, and the same coworker who always “forgot” to send his reports and now I had to do them. By the time I got home, the apartment smelled faintly of takeout and the citrus cleaner Soonyoung liked to use when he cleaned.

I kicked off my shoes and padded toward the kitchen, only to freeze in place.Soonyoung was sprawled on the floor doing push-ups, shirtless,(nothing unusual at this point) his sweat was glistening along the stripes that faded into the skin of his back,those stripes only were a faint darker color of his skin. His tail lashed side to side with each rep, his ears were flat against his messy blond hair. Headphones blasted something loud enough that I could hear the bass from across the room so he hadn’t noticed me yet.

I should have announced myself. Instead I stood there like an idiot, watching the way his shoulders flexed, the way his arms corded with effort. The low-slung shorts had ridden down dangerously, revealing the top of that perfect ass and the faint stripes that disappeared beneath the fabric.My throat went dry. Years of this; walking in on him half-dressed, catching glimpses that fed every late-night fantasy,and I still wasn’t immune.He dropped to his forearms for a plank, breath coming hard,I couldn't get used to the gasps and groans he let out.

But finally I announced my arrival, standing in front of him. His ears shot straight up.“Shit” He rolled onto his back, pulling the headphones down around his neck. A low, involuntary purr rumbled in his chest before he cut it off with a cough. “You’re home early.”“The last meeting got canceled.” I set my bag on the counter, pretending my pulse wasn’t racing and my mind wasn't creating the most unhinged scenarios.

“You okay? You seem pretty stressed.”He sat up, running a hand through his damp hair. The movement made his abs shift in a way that should be illegal. “They’re pushing this new performance piece for the city festival. I was excited, it's a mixed cast;humans and hybrids. But some of the sponsors are being... picky about who gets featured. Said my ‘aesthetic’ might be too intense for family audiences.”I leaned against the counter. “Too intense? You’re literally the guy who makes kids laugh during warm-ups.”“Yeah, well. Not everyone thinks it’s cute when the tiger hybrid actually looks like a tiger.” He stood in one fluid motion, grabbing a towel to wipe his face. His tail curled tight against his leg. “They want me to tone down the choreography. Make it 'softer.' Like if I was some house cat instead of-”He cut himself off, jaw tight and his shoulders slumped.

“Fuck them. You’re the best choreographer they’ve got. I'm sure they'll come crawling back to you.”Soonyoung’s eyes met mine. Then he flashed that bright, crooked grin.

“We should skip the greasy takeout and I'll cook something real.” Before I could argue, he was already pulling ingredients from the fridge, withouth a fucking shirt, moving with an easy confidence. We fell into the familiar rhythm: me chopping vegetables while he seasoned meat, his tail occasionally brushing my hip when he reached past me.

Every touch lingered a beat too long. Halfway through stir-frying, his phone buzzed on the counter. He glanced at the screen and his ears drooped again and he sighed.“Date from last week,” he muttered, silencing it. “She wants to 'try again' now that she’s had time to process. Says my tail is 'kinda hot'  in retrospect.”

The knife in my hand paused. Jealousy twisted and sudden in my gut. “You gonna go?”Soonyoung shrugged, “Probably not. Feels like pity... Besides I’m tired of trying to go on dates. Tired of the looks. Sometimes I think it’d be easier if I just stopped dating” “No,” I said quietly, setting the knife down. He turned, ears forward now.“Why not? u know maybe it' for the best...”

Because the thought of you hiding any part of yourself makes me want to punch something. Because I’ve wanted all of you; stripes, tail, attitude, and all since college. The words sat heavy on my tongue.Instead I simply said,“Because you’re not too much. Not for the right person. And you'll find it, eventually” His tail flicked once, wrapping loosely around my wrist for a heartbeat before letting go like he’d caught himself doing something he shouldn’t.

The moment stretched. Then the timer on the rice cooker beeped, shattering it.We ate on the couch instead of the table, plates balanced on our laps while some mindless action movie played.

When the credits rolled, he stretched, arms above his head, exposing the full line of his torso. “You sleeping now?” “Probably.” Lie. I wouldn’t sleep with him this close. He stood, collecting plates, then headed to the kitchen. His tail swayed behind him, slower than usual. I stayed on the couch long after he disappeared upstairs, my mind replayed the moment I saw him working out, the sweat, his groans, everything. Even the little peak I had of his... bush?...

“FUCK!” I slapped myself for thinking about that.I stood up and headed straight to my room. I could not stop thinking about him, so, I thought about the best way to release this feeling outta me.

“I can't believe I'm doing this” I sighed and I slipped my hand under my pajama shorts, started with light touches, and the images of Soonyoung all worked up, all sweaty, every single fucking detail of him. Enough to make a pool and I could feel all my slick doing so down to my ass, and couldn't care more about making a mess right now. “Sh-Shit” I murmured, the arousal of the action was making me unconscious of the sounds I was letting out of my mouth. Imagining that Soonyoung was the one touching me was driving me crazy; I pushed my fingers deeper, finally touching that gummy spot that made me see stars.“Soonie please- Shit, pleasepleaseple- Ahhhh, f-fuuck-”

“Morning...” I stumbled to the kitchen, I hadn't fully woken up, so my vision was still very poor. And my voice was still a bit raspy.“Morning sweet girl” I didn't have time to process the compliment when I felt his tail pull me towards him, wrapped around my waist. My chest bumped against his -his fucking naked chest-, I felt my heartbeat getting faster and faster, and just as I opened my mouth to speak “Ah-ah, shush” he placed a finger on top of my lips, “Don't say anything unless it's my name or those exquisite moans come out from your delicious lips”

My eyes widened in shock and my heart dropped to my ass; of course he heard, tiger Hybrids have such a good hearing and a heightened sense of smell. I cursed myself internally. Why didn't I remember? I always got to do it when he wasn't around for that very reason. And because I was so intensely horny, I forgot.

"You know how we have certain rules for breakfast... No cell phones... No keeping secrets... And you already know the rest of 'em, right, pretty girl?” As he paused, he moved closer and closer to my ear. One of his hands, which had been resting on the middle of my back, slowly slid down towards my ass.

I nodded to his question “Of course you know, you're a very smart girl... But, you know, I've wanted to change our breakfast rules for a while now. Would you be alright with me changing 'em, just, for this morning?” I blinked once, twice. Trying to figure out if this was one of those fucking wet dreams I've been having... Clearly it wasn't. I got a little lost in his gaze, a mischievous hand cupped my ass and gave it a squeeze that made me gasp.

“So... What are the rules for breakfast today?” It came out almost as a murmur he could clearly hear because of our proximity.

He flashed me that cocky smile once more, and with his other hand, which was resting on one side of me, he moved up to caress my hair, down to my jaw, which he held so that I looked directly at him. He leaned and whispered on my ear, his other hand approaching slowly where I needed him the most “No panties, raw, no distractions... Just, you and me” Her tail swayed, making me feel a tingle that surely made me even wetter. “Shit... I'd be fucking dumb if I said no”

“Thats the attitude!” He spanked my ass, then put both hands on my shoulders, pushing me down until I was on my knees.

Soonyoung shoved his athletic shorts and boxers down in one motion. His cock sprang free, it was fucking big, his tip was already flushed dark and already leaking at the tip, veins standing out along the shaft, and the base disappeared into a neat patch of trimmed blond hair. He was bigger than I’d imagined in all my guilty fantasies.

Before I could even think, I leaned forward and dragged my tongue from the base all the way to the tip, tasting the salty skin and the faint musk that was so unmistakably him.“Don’t be a fucking prude,” he growled, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Suck my dick properly.”He slapped my cheek lightly with his free hand, not enough to hurt, just enough to make me gasp. “Open up.”I parted my lips and stuck my tongue out flat like an offering. Soonyoung didn’t ease in and pushed forward in one smooth thrust, sliding over my tongue until the head bumped the back of my throat. I gagged instantly, eyes watering, but he only groaned in satisfaction.

"Yes, like that, like that please... Shit... You don't know how beautiful you look like that- you- ahhhhhhhhh, your beautiful little mouth full... Full of my cock, shiiiiiit”

He started moving my head back and forth, using my mouth like a toy. Wet and obscene sounds filled the kitchen immediately,sloppy gagging and the wet squelch every time he hit the back of my throat being loud as fuck. Saliva poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin running in shiny trails down my neck and soaking into the front of my shirt.

I couldn’t help the desperate, wet noises I was making. “Gluck-gluck-gluck” Every thrust made more spit bubble and spill, coating his cock until it was glistening and messy, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his shaft every time he pulled back.

He pushed deeper, fucking my throat with greedyness. My nose kept bumping against his lower stomach, smearing my own drool across his skin and the faint stripes there. I could feel his "happy trail" with every bump.

“Look at you, u're such a sloppy little mess already... drooling all over my cock like a desperate whore. Fuck, you’re making such pretty sounds for me.”He pulled me off for a second, a thick string of spit still connecting my swollen lips to the head of his dick.

I was panting, gasping for air. Before I could catch my breath he slapped his wet cock against my cheek a few times, smearing the mess across my face.“Open wider. Tongue out.”I obeyed instantly. He shoved back in, even deeper this time, holding my head still while he rocked his hips. More saliva gushed out, dripping onto the floor between my knees in a small puddle. My throat clenched around him, making wet, choking noises that seemed to turn him on even more.“Shiiiiiiit- ahhhg- your throat feels so fucking good.... s'tight and sl-sloppy… yeah, fuck, yeahhh, gag on it, baby. Let me hear how much you love choking on my cock.”

He kept fucking my face with steady, filthy rhythm, hips snapping forward while his tail lashed behind him. Every pull back left his cock shiny and coated in thick spit, veins pulsing, the head angry and swollen. “F-fuck... nonononono, fuckfuck,don’t wanna cum yet. No-not in your mouth.” He yanked me off his cock with a wet pop, a long string of spit breaking and landing on my chest. His chest was heaving, pupils blown wide as he stared down at the absolute mess he’d made of me.

“S'good f'me baby... Such a good good girl, imma have to reward your good behavior, isn't that right?” he panted, his hand still fisted in my hair as he pulled me up. When I was standing, he yanked me close and kissed me desperately, like I was his last meal. The kiss was wet and sloppy, tongues sliding messily, my spit still coating his lips and chin. His hard cock twitched and leaked against my stomach, leaving a sticky trail of pre-cum on my skin.

He broke the kiss with what sounded like a growl, eyes dark and hungry. “Fuck...you’re dripping down your thighs already.”

Soonyoung spun me around and bent me over the kitchen counter in one smooth motion. My chest pressed against the cool surface as he kicked my legs apart. His tail wrapped around my thigh, holding me open while two thick fingers dragged through my soaked folds.“Shit, look at this messy little pussy,” he groaned, spreading my wetness everywhere. “So fucking wet for me already. You’ve been aching for this tiger cock, haven’t you? Please say yes, please tell me you've been.”

I whimpered, pushing back against his hand when he suddenly slapped my ass hard enough to make it jiggle. “Fucking answer me bitch.”

“Yes-fuck, yes, Soonie.”

“Now that's a good girl.” He cooed and without a warning he lined up and pushed in raw, stretching me open in one deep thrust. The burn was so fucking delicious. I cried out, my nails were scrabbling at the counter as he bottomed out, heavy balls pressing against my clit. He didn’t give me time to adjust; just started fucking me with hard strokes, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the kitchen.“Fuuuuck, so tight... Your pussy is sucking in my dick like you never want me to leave. Hear that? Listen to how wet your cunt is -schlick schlick schlick- u're such a nasty fucking slut f'ur roommate.”

His hips snapped faster, one hand fisting my hair to arch my back while the other reached around to rub messy circles on my clit. Every thrust made my tits bounce against the counter and more slick drip down my thighs.

“Gonna make this pussy squirt all over the floor like the desperate little slut you are,I'm gonna ruin sex for you, fuck!, Every time you try to hook up with someone else, you're going to remember, SHIT, who really fucks you, who really fucks you well. Fuuuuuuck ahhh-” he growled against my ear, teeth grazing the shell. His tail tightened around my thigh. “You want that, huh? Want me to ruin you for anyone else?P-plesse, say yes, p-pretty pl-please”

I could only moan brokenly, pleasure building on my lower stomach. He switched angles, hitting that gummy spot inside me over and over until my legs started shaking.

“Come on, baby- ahhhhh, cum for me. Please squirt on my cock like a good girl.”The orgasm crashed into me hard. I screamed his name as I gushed around him, clear fluid spraying out with every brutal thrust, soaking his thighs, his balls, and puddling on the kitchen floor. Soonyoung laughed breathlessly, still pounding through it.

“Fuuuuck yes, look at you making such a mess. Good fucking girl, squirting all over your tiger like that.”

He pulled out suddenly, making me whine at the emptiness. In one motion he flipped me onto my back on the counter, legs spread wide and dangling. His cock, shiny with my squirt and spit, slapped against my clit a few times before he pushed back in, making me moan again for the overstimulation. This angle was even deeper. His abs flexed with every thrust, sweat and my juices making everything glisten. His ears were flat against his head in pleasure, tail lashing wildly. “N-No, I, I can't, P-plesse, s-sensitive... I c-can't”

“Yes you fucking can” -thrust- “And you” -thrust-“andyoufuckingwill, shiiiiiit” He thrusted in again, I closed my eyes, and he slapped my face “Eyes on me,” he ordered, voice rough. “Watch how deep I’m fucking you. This pussy was made for me, gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum.”

He fucked me harder, the counter creaking under us. One of his hands slid down between us, fingers teasing my ass while his cock destroyed my pussy. He circled my rim with a slick finger, pressing just the tip inside.“You like that, hmm? My finger in your tight little ass while I wreck this cunt?” He pushed the digit deeper, curling it slightly. “Bet you’d let me fuck this hole too one day, wouldn’t you, dirty girl?”

The dual sensation pushed me over again. I came with a broken sob, squirting even harder this time, the spray hitting his stomach and chest as he kept railing me. Soonyoung groaned, pulling out once more. “Not done with you yet.”

He dragged me off the counter and onto the floor on all fours. My arms gave out immediately, cheek pressed to the wet tile as he mounted me from behind again, fucking me in deep, punishing strokes.“Ass up higher- yeah, just like that. Let me see that pretty hole while I breed you.” He spat, and all of the liquid trailed from my asshole to were we colided “So fucking hot” He started pounding into me relentlessly, hips slapping loudly against my ass. When I reached back with a shaky hand. My fingers slid between his firm cheeks, finding his tight rim. I circled it teasingly at first, coating it with the slick mess that had dripped down from where we were joined.

Soonyoung’s rhythm faltered for a split second, a low, surprised purr rumbling deep in his chest. “Fuck,baby... what are you doing back there?” he chuckled nervously, but not pulling my hand away.

Instead of answering with words, I pressed one slick finger against his entrance and slowly pushed inside, just past the knuckle. He groaned loudly, hips stuttering forward harder.

“Shit.... aha...you’re really fingering my ass while I’m balls-deep in your sloppy cunt? Is that what you're really d-doing?” His voice was rough, half-laugh, half-growl. “Go on then-d-don’t be shy. Push deeper. Yeah, like that-curl it-ahhh, fuck, right there.” He started actively pushing back against my finger with every forward thrust into me, fucking himself on my digit while he destroyed my pussy. The dual motion made everything even messier, wet squelching sounds from both ends filled the kitchen as my slick continued to drip and spray with every brutal snap of his hips.

“Fuuuuck, that feels sosososoo goooood keep playing with my ass, sweet girl. Make your tiger purr for you while I breed this greedy little hole.” His tail lashed wildly, brushing against my side. “You like feeling me clench around your finger? Bet you never thought you’d have Hoshi moaning like this because of you isn't that right sweet dirty girl?”I added a second finger, scissoring gently, and his purr turned into a deep, throaty growl. The added stimulation made him even rougher, slamming into me so hard my knees slid in the puddle of our combined mess on the floor.

“Gonna cum, I'm, I'm gonna, fuck, cum, I'm gonna fill this sloppy pussy up,” he panted, voice breaking with every curl of my fingers. “Take it all, baby. Take every fucking drop while you finger your tiger’s ass, ahhh shit, just like that-”

With a deep, guttural roar he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, hot spurts flooding me until it leaked out around his cock. He kept moving through his orgasm, pushing back onto my fingers and grinding forward into my dripping cunt, drawing out soft, breathy purrs and broken curses from him.

He finally collapsed over my back, both of us panting and covered in sweat, slick, and cum. His tail curled possessively around my waist as he nuzzled my neck, placing lazy kisses along my skin.

“New breakfast rules,” he murmured against my ear, voice hoarse but smug. “Every morning. No exceptions. You’re mine now, pretty girl.”

“S-sure, but, You're crushing me, get off me...”

“Only if you promise me that you will be mine and no one else's.” I rolled my eyes and muttered a yes, he lifted up his hips and sat on his knees, I sat back up and couldn't stop looking at his softened dick “pft-”

Soonyoung stared at me for a second, still breathing hard, “Cute? My dick just turned your legs into jelly and you’re calling it cute?” He shook his head, blond hair sticking up in every direction. “Unbelievable. Next time I’m making you say ‘monster cock’ while you’re squirting on the floor.”

I snorted, still sprawled on the tiles like a used rag. “Monster cock? Really? That’s the most drying-pussy- line that has ever come out from your mouth.”

He grinned, “Yes, yes, whatever, just don't forget that I gave you the best sex of your life.” he flashed his fangs, and scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My legs dangled uselessly as he carried me toward the stairs, his softening dick swinging like a happy pendulum against his thigh. “Aren't you uncomfortable or something?” I asked him, he shook his head and changed the topic “Careful, you’re dripping on the floor,” he warned me, and I did felt a thick trail of his release slide down my inner thigh and splatter onto the step.

“Well now the house is marked. Now everyone who visits will know a tiger lives here and fucks his girl stupid every morning.” I wheezed a laugh. “We don’t have visitors, Soonie. We barely have outside friends.” “Exactly. It's the perfect system.”

He kicked his bedroom door open with way too much force. It bounced off the wall and nearly smacked him in the face. He cursed, tail lashing, and almost dropped me trying to dodge it.

“Fuck—okay, doors get gentle treatment from now on, I guess,” he grumbled, finally tossing me onto his unmade bed. I bounced once and landed in.

Soonyoung climbed over me immediately, caging me in with his arms. His tail kept flicking erratically, sometimes smacking my calf, sometimes knocking over an empty water bottle on the nightstand with a loud clatter. “you've got a long ass tail” “I also have a long ass dick if you were wondering” I raised an eyebrow, still catching my breath. “That’s a lot to say for someone who can’t even remember to put the milk back in the fridge.”

He gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “Touché... I put it back… sometimes.” Then he leaned down, nose brushing mine, voice dropping into that rough purr that made my stomach flip. “Well, besides that, you’re mine now. No more hiding. I’ve been blue-balling myself for years because of you. Payback starts today.”

Before I could retort, he was already grinding against me again, half-hard cock sliding through the mess between my legs. The glide was filthy and perfect. I hissed at the overstimulation but still arched into him.

“Round two?” he asked, eyes sparkling with chaotic mischief. “Only if you promise not to roar,” I shot back. He laughed “I'll think about it” then pushed back inside me in one slow, deep thrust. We both groaned. The angle made everything feel even messier. “Fuck… still so tight,” he muttered, hips rolling lazily. “You’re gonna kill me.” Halfway through a particularly good thrust, his tail decided to betray him. It whipped around and smacked the lamp on the nightstand, sending it crashing to the floor.

“Shit- sorry!” he yelped, freezing mid-thrust. I burst out laughing, the sound turning into a moan when he accidentally hit that spot again from the jolt. “Don’t stop, you clumsy tiger,” I gasped, reaching back to grab his ass and pull him deeper. My fingers found his rim again, still slick, and pressed in teasingly.

Soonyoung’s hips stuttered hard. “F-fuck- warn a guy- ahhh, shit, right there-” His purr kicked in loud and rumbling, vibrating through his chest into mine. He started moving again, faster, messier, one hand braced on the headboard while the other groped my tit like it owed him money. Every few thrusts his tail would smack something else.

When he came the second time, it was with a surprised growl and a full-body shudder, flooding me again until it leaked out around his cock and soaked the sheets. He collapsed half on top of me, panting, ears flopped sideways, tail still twitching like it had a mind of its own.

“Breakfast is canceled,” he mumbled into my neck, placing lazy, open-mouthed kisses there. “We’re doing this instead. All day. New official rule.”

I ran my fingers through his messy blond hair, smiling despite the sticky mess we’d made of everything. “You’re going to be insufferable now, aren’t you?”

“Obviously.” He lifted his head just enough to flash that crooked grin. “But you love your insufferable tiger roommate- well, now Boyfriend.”

I pretended to think about it, then shrugged. “He’s alright. Great dick. Terrible at closing doors. Makes decent eggs when he’s not busy railing me on the counter, I could get something better but It will do.” Soonyoung gasped theatrically. “Rude. I make excellent eggs.” He rolled us so I was lying on his chest, his arms wrapping around me like a warm, slightly sweaty blanket. His tail curled around my waist, holding me close. “Are you seriously only going to complain about the eggs?.” “Look, beautiful, all it takes is for me to put my cock back in your delicious pussy to make you change your mind about whether there will be anyone after me.”

“Can't believe this is happening to me. Fine, I'll take you but no sleeping together for now, you snore.” “Whaaaaat? No I don't!” “You do. It’s cute. Like a tiny angry kitten.”

We stayed like that for a while; laughing, trading dumb insults, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back while his cum slowly dripped out of me onto his thigh. It was gross. It was perfect.

Eventually he sighed, nuzzling my hair.

“Hey… for real though.” His voice got quieter, less chaotic. “No more hiding shit. I’ve wanted you since college. I think my love life was rubbish, because the right person, the one I needed most, was always right in front of me and I never wanted to risk taking the first step.”

I pressed a kiss to his collarbone, right over one of the faint stripes that disappeared under his skin. “Same. Even when you walk around naked and traumatize the delivery guy.”

“He survived,” Soonyoung muttered, already grinning again. “Barely.” A comfortable silence settled, broken only by the occasional flick of his tail against the sheets.

Then his stomach growled loudly.

“…Okay, maybe breakfast is not completely canceled,” he admitted. “But I’m eating you first. Then eggs. Deal?”

I laughed and flicked his ear. “ You horny tiger.”

NEW BREAKFAST RULES!!!!!!!

made by Soonyoung and his lovely beautiful sexy girl

- Wake up

- Get dragged downstairs (sometimes literally)

- Get fucked stupid on whatever surface was closest

- Attempt to make actual breakfast while half-naked and covered in marks

- NO PHONES!!!! (unless it's to record)

- End up back in bed anyway because Soonyoung couldn’t keep his hands (or tail) to himself

-pamper each other!

Ts is how I felt after writing allat LOL. It took me like 3 weeks to finish this, so I really hope it was good enough and y'all enjoyed it!

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“Ugh, this weather is 'bout to fucking kill me.”You said as you took off your clothes one by one, leaving you in a pretty two-piece swimsuit. Then you jumped into the pool, standing besides the owner of the house; Seungcheol. As you settled down next to him, Jun positioned himself next to you, handing you a bottle of beer. “I think I'm in love with you bro.” he chuckled “Of course you are”

The meeting was quite relaxed; almost the entire group was there, only Jihoon was missing, having declined the invitation because he was sick. “It’s a shame Jihoon couldn’t come,” Joshua said, taking a sip from his bottle. “The water is delicious.”“Yeah, feels like paradise,” you agreed, leaning back against the pool edge between Seungcheol and Jun. The water lapped gently at your chest as you stretched your legs out, toes brushing the smooth tiles at the bottom.

“Poor guy,” you said, Jun bumped your shoulder playfully, he changed the conversation suddenly, “You’re glowing today. New swimsuit?” His eyes flicked down for a second before snapping back up, innocent as ever. “Suits you.” “Thanks,” you laughed, splashing him lightly. Joshua swam over from the other side of the pool, shaking water from his hair like a dog. “Seriously, this is the best idea Cheol’s had in months. We should do this every weekend.”

The group chatter flowed easy—talk about upcoming shit, dumb inside jokes, who was winning the impromptu chicken fight happening at the shallow end. You floated there, content, the cold beer and warm water doing wonders for your mood.

“F-Fuck, I hate you, ahhh! So much.” Jihoon was stroking his cock, his sweaty forehead pressed against the cold wall of your apartment. One of his hands clenched one of your panties against his nose, inhaling as much as he could.

Lee Jihoon wasn't sick. Or rather, he was lovesick.

This had become a horrible habit, a habit that had caused him to develop a terrible hatred for himself. Why did he do it? He had never felt the need for sex until he met you. Pretty you, kind you, happy you. You. You. You! Your name escaped his lips in sighs, He could feel tears welling up in his eyes because of all the excitement he felt at that moment. "What will you think of me when you see me like this? Will you let me keep doing this? Will you let me taste you? Will you let me fuck you? Will you stop talking to me? " Were common thoughts by now.

“Ahhhh.... Ahh...Ahhh.... Oh lord! Forgive m-me, Fuck!” Jihoon wasn't religious at all. But he felt he needed to ask someone for forgiveness for the atrocities he was committing.

His lips were trembling, the fabric of your panties so close to his mouth. So close to him... He opened his mouth slowly, and stuck out his trembling tongue, unsure of what he was about to do. He gave a slow and delicious lick to the fabric, where all your essence was concentrated, making him let out a whine of desperation.

So close and yet so far away.

“F-fuck… you’d hate me,” he whispered against the stolen cloth, voice cracking. “You’d never look at me the same way again… but I can’t stop. I can’t—ahh—I need you so bad.” His hips jerked forward, rutting into his fist as he buried his face deeper into your underwear.

Jihoon’s breath hitched violently as his tongue pressed flat against the damp crotch of your panties again, dragging slowly, savoring the faint salty-sweet trace of you that still lingered there. The taste made his cock twitch hard in his fist, a fresh bead of precum sliding over his knuckles.

The entire image he had created of himself, that innocent, repentant man, was replaced by what he truly was: a degenerate.

“Fuck… you taste so good,” he whimpered, voice wrecked. “Even just this… shit, I’m losing my fucking mind.”

His hips snapped forward, fucking into his tight fist with short, desperate thrusts. The wet sound of skin on skin filled your quiet apartment. He could imagine you underneath him instead—legs spread, those pretty panties pushed to the side, your voice moaning his name.

The image made him groan deep in his throat. He stuffed more of the fabric into his mouth, sucking on it like a man starved. His forehead left a sweaty smear on the paint as his rhythm turned brutal.

“Ah—ahh—fuck, I’d ruin you,” he panted around the cloth. “I’d hold you down and fuck you so deep you’d feel me for days. You’d cry and beg and still take every inch like a good girl… My good girl.”

The innocent, soft-spoken Jihoon everyone knew was gone. In his place was this trembling, filthy version that got off on stealing your used panties and fantasizing about corrupting you.

“Gonna cum—gonna cum on your pretty panties again—fuck—!”

His balls tightened, spine locking up as the orgasm started barreling toward him. He pulled your panties from his mouth just enough to press the soaked fabric directly against the swollen head of his cock.

Thick ropes of cum shot across the delicate lace, staining it white. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while soft, broken whines spilled from his lips. Your name left him like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

For a few long seconds, only his ragged breathing filled the room.

Then the shame hit like always—crushing, heavy, sickening. He stared down at the mess he’d made on your stolen underwear, thumb absently smearing his cum into the fabric like he was marking it.

“…I’m disgusting,” he whispered, voice cracking. But even as he said it, his spent cock gave a weak twitch in his hand, already showing interest again at the sight of his claim on something so intimately yours.

“Oh no honey, you're not disgusting” He felt cold hands touch his ass, and slide to the tip of his cock, collecting some of his cum, before finding thin fingers tapping against his bottom lip. “Open up baby”

Jihoon froze, every muscle in his body locking up as if struck by lightning. The voice cut through the haze of his post-orgasm shame. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. He was supposed to be alone. You were supposed to be at Seungcheol’s pool party for hours.

“Open up, baby,” you repeated, softer this time, almost coaxing. The nickname made his spent cock twitch again in your other hand.

But those were your fingers, cool and slick with his own cum, pressing against his bottom lip. Your chest brushed his back as you pressed closer, your breath warm against his ear.

His lips parted on a broken, shaky exhale. You didn’t hesitate—two fingers slid past his lips, pushing his own thick release onto his tongue. Salty, bitter, still warm. Jihoon whimpered around them, eyes squeezing shut as humiliation burned through him like fire. Yet his hips jerked forward involuntarily, pushing his softening cock into your palm.

He tried to speak, but it came out as a gagged moan around your fingers. You pulled them free with a wet pop, smearing the remnants across his swollen lips before wiping them on his cheek.

“Mmm… that's it,” you murmured, slowly fucking your fingers in and out of his mouth, spreading his cum across his tongue. “Look at you. So pretty when you’re falling apart. I always wondered how long it would take for you to snap.”

“You… you knew?” His voice was wrecked, barely above a whisper. Tears of shame and overwhelming lust pricked at the corners of his eyes.

You hummed, sliding your hand down his chest, nails lightly scratching over his shirt. “I’ve been finding my panties in weird places for weeks. Sometimes they came back… used. Sometimes they didn’t. At first I thought I was going crazy.” You pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, then bit down gently. “Then I installed a small camera. Imagine my surprise when sweet, shy Jihoon turned out to be such a filthy little thief.”

Jihoon’s knees nearly buckled. The shame was crushing, but the way your hand was lazily stroking his cock—already hardening again despite how sensitive he was—made his head spin.

You chuckled lowly, the sound sending shivers down his spine.“Shhh. I’m not mad, baby.” You squeezed his cock harder, thumb pressing against the slit where fresh precum was already leaking. “I’m actually impressed. You hid it so well. All those soft smiles and gentle words while you were coming in my panties like a desperate pervert. Such a good actor.”

“I’m sorry—fuck, I’m so sorry,” he choked out, even as his hips started rolling into your fist. “I didn’t mean to… I just— I need you so bad it hurts. Every day. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Jihoon’s entire body jolted violently, a high-pitched, broken whine tearing from his throat as your hot, wet tongue circled his tight rim. His hands slapped against the wall for balance, fingers scrabbling uselessly against the paint while his legs trembled.

You got on your knees, and opened up his buttcheeks. “Hmmm, were you expecting visitors, or why is it so clean around here, hm?” you mocked him, and buried your face between his buttocks, devouring him like there was no tomorrow.

He had never felt anything like this. The wet heat, the sheer obscenity of it—your face pressed between his cheeks while you ate him out like you were starving for it. Shame burned through every inch of his body, but his cock betrayed him completely, hardening fully again in seconds, throbbing painfully and leaking a steady drip of precum onto the floor.

“W-wait—! Ahh—fuck, what are you—?!” His voice cracked, the words dissolving into a choked moan when you licked a broad, filthy stripe over his hole again, teasing the sensitive skin before pushing the tip of your tongue inside him.

“N-no—never—ahhh!” Jihoon’s forehead pressed harder against the wall, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as you fucked your tongue deeper, lapping and sucking with shameless hunger. Every swirl made his cock jump, his balls tightening again far too quickly. “It’s dirty—please, you don’t have to—fuck—!”

You pulled back just enough to speak, voice muffled and dripping with amusement. “So sensitive here… Did my sweet, innocent Jihoon ever let anyone play with his pretty little hole before?” You gave his cheek a sharp slap, then spread him wider, spitting directly on his entrance before diving back in.

Jihoon’s hips jerked forward into your fist, then back against your face, caught between the two overwhelming sensations. He was losing control fast—whimpering, moaning, babbling nonsense while you rimmed him mercilessly.

You laughed against his skin, the vibration pulling another wrecked sound from him. “Dirty? Baby, you’ve been licking my used panties like a desperate slut. You don’t get to talk about dirty.” One of your hands reached around to grab his aching cock, stroking him in time with the thrusts of your tongue.

“You taste so fucking good,” you purred, pulling away for a second to bite the soft flesh of his ass. “All flushed and twitching for me. I could stay here for hours… but I think you’d cum from just this, wouldn’t you?”

He nodded frantically, too far gone to lie. “Y-yes—please— I’m so close already, I can’t— I can’t hold it—”

You stood up suddenly, leaving him empty and aching. Jihoon let out a pathetic, disappointed cry at the loss, but before he could beg, you spun him around and shoved him back against the wall. Your hand wrapped around his throat—not tight enough to hurt, but firm enough to remind him who was in control.

“Look at me.”

His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide, cheeks streaked with tears and drool. You leaned in and kissed him filthily, shoving your tongue into his mouth so he could taste himself on you. He moaned into the kiss like a man starved, hands hovering at your waist, unsure if he was allowed to touch.

When you pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips.

“I want you to tell me what you want to do to me, and, if what you say convinces me, I'll let you fuck me into oblivion.”

“I… I don’t know where to start,” he rasped, voice hoarse from all the whining he’d done earlier. His hands finally dared to settle on your hips, fingers digging in like he was afraid you’d vanish.

Jihoon stared at you, chest heaving, his cock throbbing angrily between you both—still slick from your earlier strokes and his own cum. Your hand stayed firm around his throat, thumb brushing his racing pulse. He could smell the faint chlorine from Seungcheol’s pool still clinging to your skin.

Jihoon swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing under your palm. His cock twitched visibly, another bead of precum rolling down the shaft.

You arched a brow, squeezing his throat just a fraction tighter. “Try. Be honest, baby. Tell me every filthy thing you’ve imagined doing to me while you jerked off with my panties.”

“I… I’ve thought about sneaking into your room at night,” he whispered, the words tumbling out faster once they started. “Pin you down while you’re sleeping. Stuff my cock into your mouth and wake you up like that—fucking your throat until you’re choking and crying. I want to see your mascara run while I use you.”

Your lips curved into a slow, satisfied smirk. You rewarded him by sliding your free hand down to stroke his cock again, slow and teasing.

“Keep going.”

His voice cracked, growing more unhinged the longer you stroked him.

Jihoon’s head thunked back against the wall, hips jerking into your fist. “F-fuck… I want to bend you over every surface in this apartment. On the kitchen counter, against the window so anyone could see. I want to spank your ass red and then eat you out until you’re shaking and squirting on my tongue. I’ve dreamed about tasting you fresh, not just your panties—burying my face in your pussy for hours, sucking on your clit until you can’t even say my name right.”

He was panting now, tears slipping down his cheeks again, but his eyes were locked on yours with feverish intensity.

“I want to breed you. Fill you up over and over until my cum is leaking down your thighs and you’re so full it hurts. I want to make you ride me while I hold your hands behind your back, make you bounce on my cock like a desperate little slut until you’re begging me to cum inside. And then… then I want to flip you over and fuck you harder. Ruin you. Mark your neck, your tits, your thighs—bite you, slap your pussy, make you scream my name so loud the neighbors hear.”

“I want to own you. I want you to own me. I want you to use me as your toy whenever you want—make me crawl, make me beg, make me eat my own cum out of your cunt after I fill you. I don’t care how disgusting it is anymore. I just need you. Please… please let me fuck you. I’ll do anything.”

The silence that followed was deafening, only broken by his ragged breathing.

“Then take me, Jihoon,” you said, voice low and commanding. “Show me how much of a depraved little pervert you really are. Fuck me like you’ve been fantasizing.”

You finally released his throat and stepped back, peeling off your swimsuit top and bottoms right there in front of him. His eyes devoured every inch of newly exposed skin. When you were fully naked, you turned, planted your hands on the wall beside him, and arched your back—presenting your ass and dripping pussy like an offering.

Jihoon broke.

He grabbed your hips hard enough to bruise, lined up his aching cock, and slammed into you in one brutal thrust. The wet, filthy sound of your bodies connecting echoed through the apartment. You both moaned—his broken and relieved, yours satisfied and teasing.

“You feel even better than I imagined,” he growled against your skin, voice completely different from the shy Jihoon everyone else knew. “Gonna fuck you stupid. Gonna fill this pretty pussy until it’s overflowing. You’re mine now—my dirty secret, my fucking goddess—”

“Fuuuuck— so tight, so wet— shit—!” he gasped, already snapping his hips forward at a punishing pace. Every thrust was deep, desperate, years of repressed obsession pouring out of him. One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so he could bite and suck marks into your neck while the other reached around to rub your clit.

Jihoon’s hips snapped forward with a brutal thrust that punched the air out of your lungs. The sweet, shy boy was long gone.

He laughed breathlessly as he felt you pushing back against him, clenching around his cock on purpose. “That’s it, baby. Clench around my fucking cock, show me how much you love this cock, shit—!”

He yanked your head back harder by the hair, forcing your back to arch deeper as he pounded into you. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the apartment, filthy and relentless.

His hand left your clit only to crack down hard on your ass, the sharp smack echoing. You clenched around him involuntarily and he laughed — a low, mocking sound that sent heat rushing through you.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he growled low against your ear. “I was so fucking tired of acting like a saint while I jerked my cock raw to your dirty panties… And finally, here you are, presenting that sloppy cunt like a desperate whore.”

“Yeah? You like that?” Another harsh slap, harder this time. “Of course you do. Walking around in tiny swimsuits, letting the others stare at what’s mine.”

He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back into the hilt in one vicious stroke, grinding deep, making your knees buckle, but he held you up with an iron grip on your hip and hair.

“You like this, don't you?” he snarled, punctuating the demand with another brutal thrust. Then he placed one of his hands on your lower stomach feeling a slight bulge “Fuuuuuck, yes, can you feel me? Feel me rearrange your insides, huh?”

“Y-Yes—” you gasped, barely able to form words as he railed you against the wall.

Jihoon’s grip tightened, bordering on painful. “Pathetic filthy fucking girl.”

He suddenly pulled out with a wet, obscene sound, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing. Before you could even catch your breath, Jihoon spun you around and shoved you down onto your knees in one fluid, rough motion.

The hardwood floor bit into your skin, but the sting was quickly forgotten as his cock — glistening with your juices and still rock hard — bobbed right in front of your tear-streaked face.

“Open that fucking mouth,” he ordered coldly, voice low and dangerous. His usual soft tone was completely gone, replaced by pure dominance.

He tapped the heavy, slick head against your cheek once, twice, then smeared it across your lips and cheekbone, coating your skin with your own arousal.

The second your lips parted, Jihoon didn’t hesitate. He grabbed the back of your head with both hands and shoved his cock straight down your throat in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt until your nose pressed flush against his pelvis.

“Fuuuuck yes…” he groaned deeply, eyes rolling back for a second as your throat convulsed around him. “That’s it. Take every inch, you greedy little whore.”

When you tried to pull back slightly for oxygen, he tightened his grip in your hair, keeping you pinned in place.

He held you there, hips pressed forward, savoring the way your throat spasmed and gagged around his length. Your eyes watered instantly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you struggled for air. Saliva already started dripping from the corners of your stretched lips, running down your chin and onto your tits.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarled, looking down at you with dark, lust-drunk eyes. “This is what you wanted, right? you're the one letting me treat you like the dirty cocksleeve you are.”

Every time you choked or gagged hard around him, Jihoon let out a satisfied, mocking chuckle that made your pussy clench around nothing.

He finally pulled back just enough to let you suck in a desperate breath through your nose, only to immediately start fucking your throat with short, ruthless snaps of his hips. The wet, gagging sounds filled the room — gluck, gluck, gluck — each thrust forcing more saliva to spill messily down your chin and neck.

He thrust deeper, holding himself down your throat for a few long seconds, watching your eyes widen and water even more before pulling back again.

“Look at you,” he cooed mockingly, thumb brushing away a tear only to smear it across your cheek with the rest of your spit. “Crying already? So fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.This is exactly how I imagined you.”

“Fuck— your throat feels even better than I dreamed. So tight. So warm. Keep gagging on it, baby. I want you to remember exactly who owns this mouth now.”

“You have no idea how many times I imagined this,” he growled, voice rough with pleasure as he kept using your mouth. “How many times I came into your panties while fantasizing about fucking you filthy girl.” He picked up the pace, fucking your face harder, the wet sounds growing louder and messier.

Your hands clutched desperately at his ass, nails digging into his skin, but you didn’t push him away. The mixture of degradation and overwhelming lust had you soaking down your own thighs.

“Good fucking girl.”

Jihoon smirked down at you, clearly loving the sight.

He pulled out abruptly from your throat with a wet pop, strings of thick spit connecting your swollen, abused lips to the glistening head of his cock. You gasped and coughed, desperately trying to catch your breath, drool running down your chin.

Before you could even recover, Jihoon hauled you up like you weighed nothing. He threw you over his shoulder in one smooth, possessive motion, his hand gripping your ass tightly as he carried you straight to your bed.

He tossed you onto the bed on your back. You barely had time to bounce once on the mattress before he was on top of you, shoving your legs wide apart with rough hands. In the next breath, he lined up and slammed back inside your dripping pussy with one brutal thrust, bottoming out instantly.

“Eyes on me,” he barked, voice dark and commanding. One hand wrapped firmly around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin as he set a punishing, merciless rhythm. The bed creaked violently beneath you with every savage snap of his hips. “Don’t you fucking look away. I want to watch every second of your face while I ruin this greedy little cunt. Been dreaming about breaking you like this for months.”

“Jihoon— fuck—!” you moaned, voice hoarse from the throat-fucking.

His free hand moved to your chest, pinching your nipple hard between his fingers and twisting until you cried out. Then he slapped the side of your breast, watching it jiggle with dark satisfaction. The sharp sting made your walls clench around his thick cock.

“Yeah? Say my name like that again,” he growled, slapping your tit harder this time. “Louder. Let me hear how pathetic you sound when I’m splitting you open.”

“You’re not leaving this bed until I’ve pumped you full of so much cum it’s leaking out for days,” he snarled against your skin, hips never slowing. “Gonna breed this sloppy pussy like the desperate little breeding slut you are. You want that, don’t you? Want me to fill you until your belly swells, right baby?”

He leaned down, sinking his teeth into the sensitive skin of your neck, biting hard enough to leave a deep, claiming mark. He sucked on it roughly, then moved lower, leaving another harsh bite on your collarbone.

His thrusts grew even more savage, the head of his cock hammering relentlessly against that perfect gummy spot deep inside you. The wet, filthy sound of your pussy taking every inch filled the room. Jihoon kept one hand tight around your throat while the other slid between your bodies, rubbing your swollen clit with fast, rough circles.

“Cum,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous, eyes locked on yours. “Cum on my cock right fucking now or I’ll pull out and edge you for the next three hours without letting you finish. Now!”

The overwhelming combination of his choking grip, the brutal pace, his filthy words, and the relentless friction on your clit sent you crashing over the edge. Your back arched violently off the bed, walls clamping down around him like a vice as your orgasm ripped through you. You cried out his name brokenly, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes while your whole body shook.

Jihoon didn’t slow down for even a second. He fucked you straight through your orgasm with a wicked, satisfied smirk on his usually innocent face, eyes gleaming with dark pleasure.

“That’s fucking right. Look at you creaming all over my cock like a pathetic whore,” he laughed lowly, still pounding into your oversensitive pussy. “Squeezing me so tight… Did you really think you were in control just because you caught me? Cute.”

“Why you running away, baby?” he asked condescendingly, voice dripping with fake sweetness as he ground his hips in slow, deep circles. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. You wanted the real me, didn’t you? Now you’re gonna take every fucking inch until I decide you’ve had enough.”

He finally loosened his grip on your throat slightly. The second you tried to squirm away, gasping for air and twitching from overstimulation, Jihoon let out a low, mocking laugh and grabbed your hips with bruising force, yanking you back onto his cock.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving you empty and clenching pathetically around nothing. Before you could whine, he flipped you onto your stomach like a ragdoll and yanked your hips up high, forcing your ass in the air and your face into the sheets.

“Ass up. Face down. That’s the only position you deserve right now.”

He re-entered you in one brutal, punishing thrust, burying himself balls-deep with a groan. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, and he pressed one of his feet on your head so he could keep you in place as he started fucking you again, using your body like a toy.

“Not yet,” he growled, slapping your ass hard. “You don’t get to cum again until I say so. Hold it.”

But just as you started climbing toward another orgasm, he slowed down deliberately, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in torturously slow.

You whimpered into the mattress, pushing back desperately, but he kept the pace cruelly controlled, edging you mercilessly. Every time your walls started fluttering around him, he pulled out and slapped your soaked pussy hard — once, twice, three sharp, wet smacks that made you jolt and cry out.

He started fucking you faster again, reaching around to rub your swollen clit with rough fingers while his hips snapped against your ass. The pressure built dangerously fast — too fast.

“Pathetic. Look at this sloppy cunt twitching and drooling for me,” he taunted, spreading your cheeks wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside you again. “Slapping your pretty pussy and you just get wetter. Disgusting little slut.”

“Jihoon— please— I’m gonna—”

“No.” He pulled out completely again and delivered two more stinging slaps directly to your pussy, the wet sound obscene. “Hold it. You cum when I tell you to.”

You were shaking, tears soaking the sheets, thighs trembling violently as he edged you over and over. He kept switching between brutal, deep thrusts and cruel denial until you were a sobbing, babbling mess.

Only when he finally decided you’d suffered enough did he slam back in, fucking you with vicious intent.

He angled his hips perfectly, pounding that sensitive spot inside you again, while his fingers rubbed your clit in fast, brutal circles. The pressure exploded.

“Now. Squirt on my cock like a good cumdump. Do it. Make a fucking mess for me.”

You screamed into the mattress as you finally came — hard. Clear liquid gushed out around his cock, soaking his thighs, your thighs, and the sheets in a filthy, squirting mess. Your whole body convulsed, walls clamping down around him like a vice as wave after wave ripped through you.

“Fuuuuck— that’s it!” Jihoon groaned, voice wrecked with pleasure as he kept fucking you through it, drawing out every last drop. “Look at you squirting all over me like a broken faucet. Such a messy, pathetic girl.”

He didn’t stop. He kept pounding into your oversensitive, squirting pussy until your legs completely gave out.

“Gonna fill you up— fuck— take every single drop like the good cumdump you are, you hear me?”With a broken, guttural moan, Jihoon buried himself as deep as possible and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum flooding your spasming cunt. He kept grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside you, whispering filthy praises against your sweat-slicked back.

Even after he finished, he stayed buried inside you, one hand lazily stroking your spine while the other kept a possessive grip on your hip. He pressed a deceptively soft kiss between your shoulder blades.

“Take it… take all my cum… gonna breed this sloppy hole until it’s overflowing…”

“…We’re not done yet, baby. Not even close,” he murmured, voice still rough and dark.

He gave your ass a sharp, loud slap that made you clench around his spent cock.

Jihoon let out a dark chuckle at the way your body twitched beneath him, still fluttering and leaking around his cock. He gave your ass another sharp slap, watching the red mark bloom on your skin with satisfaction.

He scooped up the escaping cum with two fingers and shoved them back inside you roughly, fucking his load deep again.

“Stay right fucking there,” he ordered, pulling out slowly. Thick globs of his cum immediately began leaking from your abused hole, dripping down your thighs. The sight made his spent cock twitch with renewed interest.

He started thrusting with purpose — slow and heavy at first, pushing every drop of his release back inside you. The wet, messy sounds were downright filthy as he fucked his cum deeper.

“Look at that… my cum is already trying to run away from your greedy cunt. Can’t have that, you've worked so hard for it!” He pushed his fingers in and out a few more times, making obscene wet squelching sounds before replacing them with his cock again.

“Feel that? That’s me marking what’s mine,” he growled, gripping your hips hard as he picked up speed. “Gonna keep this sloppy pussy stuffed full all night.”

“Fuck— this angle is perfect,” he groaned, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared into your cum-filled cunt. “Can hear how full you are. Listen to it.”

He suddenly pulled out, flipped you onto your back again, and pushed your knees up to your chest, folding you in half. The new position let him sink even deeper. He braced his hands on the back of your thighs and started pounding you with long, powerful strokes, his balls slapping against your ass.

He fucked you harder, the squelching sounds growing louder and wetter with every thrust as his cum was churned into a creamy mess inside you. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto your tits as he used you like a fleshlight.

“You’re gonna take another load,” he panted, voice strained with pleasure. “And then… you’re gonna eat it.”

After a few minutes, he pulled out again and dragged you to the edge of the bed. He stood up, threw your legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in, fucking you while standing. The new height let him hit even deeper, the head of his cock bullying your cervix with every thrust.

It didn’t take long before his rhythm faltered. With a low, animalistic groan, Jihoon buried himself to the hilt and came again, flooding your already full pussy with even more hot cum. He stayed deep, grinding in slow circles to push it as far inside as possible.

When he finally pulled out, a huge rush of mixed cum poured out of you. Without hesitation, Jihoon dropped to his knees, hooked your legs over his shoulders, and buried his face between your thighs.

He ate you out like a man starved — loud, messy, and filthy. His tongue scooped up the creamy mixture of his cum and your juices, sucking loudly on your swollen clit before pushing his tongue inside to fuck more of it out. He moaned against your pussy the entire time, the vibrations making your oversensitive body jerk.

When his mouth was full, he climbed up your body, grabbed your jaw with one hand, and pried your mouth open.

He leaned down and spat the entire filthy mixture straight into your mouth. Some of it landed on your tongue, some on your lips and chin. He didn’t let you close your mouth.

He kissed you right after, shoving his tongue into your mouth to make sure you tasted everything. The kiss was messy, sloppy, and possessive as he tasted himself on your tongue.

“Swallow,” he commanded, eyes dark and intense as he watched. “Show me you’re a good girl and eat every drop of my cum.”

“Look at you… all fucked out and covered in my cum. But guess what?we’re still not done.”

When he finally pulled back, a string of cum and saliva connected your lips. He smirked down at your ruined, tear-streaked face.

He flipped you onto all fours again, lined himself up with your leaking, twitching hole, and pushed back in with a satisfied groan.

Jihoon had completely lost count of how many times he’d made you cum. He’d fucked you in every position he could bend your body into — on your back, on your stomach, riding him, pressed against the wall, and now back on all fours like a bitch in heat.

“I want this mattress ruined by the time I’m finished with you.”

Your mind had gone blank ages ago.

Jihoon laughed darkly behind you, yanking your hips back harder onto his cock. The wet, filthy sounds of his cum being churned inside your overstuffed pussy filled the room.

“J-Jihoon— hah— too much— can’t— mmh—!” Your words slurred together, broken moans and whimpers spilling from your drooling mouth. Your eyes were glassy, unfocused, tears streaked down your flushed cheeks. Every brutal thrust made your tongue loll out slightly, a perfect picture of cockdrunk stupidity.

“Yeah? Can’t what, baby?” he mocked, voice rough and mean as he leaned over your back, biting your shoulder. “Can’t think? Can’t talk? Look at you — drooling all over your own sheets like a brainless little cumslut. My perfect fucktoy.”

He reached around and slapped your swollen, sensitive clit again, making your whole body jerk violently.

“Again,” he growled. “Cum on my cock one more time. Milk me dry.”

“That’s it… that’s my good little cocksleeve,” he groaned, hips losing rhythm as he chased his final release. “Gonna fill you one last time— fuck— take it all—”

You didn’t even have the brain capacity to answer. You just sobbed and shook as another orgasm tore through you, your pussy gushing weakly around him. Your arms finally gave out and you collapsed face-first into the mattress, ass still up like an offering while Jihoon kept fucking you through it.

With a deep, guttural moan, Jihoon slammed in to the hilt and came hard, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your already overflowing cunt. He kept grinding, making sure every drop stayed inside as your body twitched helplessly beneath him.

You were completely gone — babbling nonsense into the sheets, body limp and trembling, a fucked-out, cockdrunk mess.

“Anyone there?” Seungcheol’s voice cut through the room. “You left your phone at my place. I was heading to get some groceries and thought I’d drop it off—”

Jihoon was just pressing lazy kisses along your spine, still buried deep inside you, when the bedroom door suddenly swung open.

He froze mid-sentence.

The sight hit him all at once: you face-down on the bed, ass still slightly raised, body covered in fresh marks and sweat, cum clearly leaking down your thighs. Jihoon behind you, naked, breathing hard, one hand still gripping your hip possessively as he slowly pulled out. Silence stretched.

Seungcheol’s eyes widened, his grip tightening on the phone in his hand. His mouth opened, then closed. He clearly didn’t know where to look, but his gaze kept dragging back to the scene in front of him.

Jihoon didn’t rush to cover anything. He simply glanced over his shoulder, still kneeling between your spread legs, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His voice came out low and slightly hoarse.

“…Convenient timing, hyung.”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. “I didn’t— fuck. I’ll just… leave the phone.” But he didn’t move. His eyes flicked to you again — the way you were still trembling, barely coherent, cheeks flushed and eyes hazy.

Jihoon reached down and lazily pushed two fingers into your leaking cunt, stirring the mess he’d left behind. His eyes never left Seungcheol’s.

You let out a soft, broken sound, too out of it to feel real embarrassment, your body instinctively clenching around nothing now that Jihoon had pulled out.

“You can leave it on the table,” he said calmly, almost too casually. “Or...”

Seungcheol’s jaw tightened. And walked towards the scene. Sitting besides you, caressing your hair. “You okay there? Can you give us an extra round?”

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The party is hosted as a formal gathering of the best music producers, artists, and lyricists all over the country𑁋a grandeur invite-only exclusive event where industry elites mingle over champagne glasses and engage in business talk; an event where connections are made and silent deals are struck beneath the surface of polite conversation.

Jihoon isn’t much of a socialite. He never has been. Just the occasional mingling, small talk, forced laughter𑁋it’s exhausting. He knows he should be making rounds around the ballroom, shaking hands with others and slipping his name into the right conversations. But instead, he’s mainly here because of you.

He’s supposed to meet you here tonight. That was the plan. You had texted an hour prior that there was a good chance you may be running late because of a last-minute meeting with some producers. But you’re nowhere to be found, not yet, at least. And Jihoon is starting to feel like an absolute fool, lingering in the background and scanning the room like a robot programmed to do so for any sign of you.

He checks his phone again. No new messages. Just the last one you sent over an hour ago warning him you might be late. Jihoon sighs, slipping the device back into his pocket of his dark ruby-red tailored suit, his fingers tapping impatiently against his glass of champagne.

Then, as if on cue, as if the universe finally decided to take pity on his doubts, he spots you.

Emerging out of the throng of people, you arrive like a vision, stepping through the grand entrance, your satin gown catching against the chandelier’s glow. It hugs your figure in all the right ways𑁋the colour a deep, wine red cascading down the floor like molten lava, shimmering with every step you take. Jihoon’s throat tightens. He would recognise that dress anywhere.

He had bought it for you.

Versace. The moment he saw it on display, he knew it belonged to you. It was bold yet elegant, sultry yet refined𑁋the perfect balance, a happy medium, just like you. And now, seeing you dressed in it while walking toward him like you own the entire damn ballroom, he thinks he might actually lose his mind.

You’re breathtaking.

And by all means you know it.

Jihoon even swears the entire party itself comes to a halt the second your presence walks in, the world narrowing to only you. He doesn’t miss the way heads turn as you pass, the way men and women alike steal curious second glances in your direction, admiration and envy hanging in the air. Some elites greet you with murmured acknowledgments, others even call out to you for your attention, yet you don’t stop moving forward, your focus solely fixed on finding him.

He feels a slow burn of pride settle in his chest at the thought. Let them look. They could admire you all they wanted𑁋but at the end of the night, it would be him taking you home.

Your gaze flickers almost frantically across the room, sweeping over dozens of faces that you’re either somewhat familiar with or a complete stranger to, until they finally land on him.

Jihoon sees the exact moment you spot him. Your lips part slightly, the relief in your shoulders easing away. A slow, knowing smile of recognition graces across your features, and damn, if that doesn’t power his heart into overdrive and dries his throat completely. Even the noise of the party seems to quiet a fraction.

Your heels clack against the floor as you cruise over toward him, and Jihoon tightens his grip on the glass in his hands. However, with a noticeable smirk to your lips, you snatch the glass from his grasp to take a brief sip of your own.

Jihoon hears the threats of the floor wanting to swallow him whole.

“Hi, stranger,” You coo, a teasing quip to your voice.

Jihoon simply lets his eyes rake over you once more, before shaking his head.

“You’re late,” he says firmly, though it’s not filled with any disappointment.

“But I’m here now, yeah?” You muse, ghosting your fingers over the lapel of his shirt, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle there. “You clean up well. Red looks good on you.”

Jihoon chuckles at that, heat spreading up to his ears. “Tried to match with you tonight.”

You hum, placing the now half-empty champagne glass on the nearest tray a passing waiter carries. “Good choice, love.”

Instinctively, his hand makes its way to plant at your hip, lightly tracing the curve of your waist with utmost delicacy. You’re standing even closer to him now, the scent of your sweet and floral perfume washing over him like a drug𑁋one that he’s addicted to.

You politely greet a few passersby as they stroll past you both, your voice light and effortless, but Jihoon isn’t giving a single ounce of his attention to them. Right now, his attention is entirely on you and you only. He doesn’t miss the way your fingers brush over his waist and the way your body leans into his just a little more than necessary if other partygoers accidentally walk too close in your space. 

It’s fucking unfair.

Because all he can think about is how easy it would be to abandon this goddamn party and take you back to his place, how easy the dress would slip right off your shoulders and pool down to your feet, leaving in you nothing but that smug little smirk you’ve been shooting him since the beginning of time. God, it’s ridiculous how easily it is for him to be wrapped around your finger. You could ask him to burn the whole ballroom down, and he just might, if it meant keeping that look in your eyes all to himself.

Your fingers playfully skim along the collar of his shirt, teasing the fabric as if you’re debating whether to adjust it or not. Jihoon can’t help but swallow the lump that chokes his throat. You’re close𑁋too close, and yet, not close enough. 

“You’re quiet,” You acknowledge lowly, tilting your head slightly. “Did the party drain you before I came?” 

“Mmh. Something like that,” he mutters.

“You’re always so tense at these things, baby. You gotta let loose a little, you know?” You drag your hand to plant firmly on his chest, and you feel the rapid beating of his heart against your touch. “Indulge in the moment. You know you’re one of the most popular producers in the industry right now, right? My boyfriend’s the hottest topic these days.” 

Boyfriend. His chest inflates at that. He loves it when you say that, even after all this time. The word had rolled off your tongue so naturally, so effortlessly, yet it still has a way of rendering him completely useless. It’s a reminder that he belongs to you. People’s eyes may be on him tonight, but he only has eyes for you. Always. 

The chuckle that leaves you when you finish speaking is downright sinful. Jihoon isn’t sure if you’re aware of just how much of a menace you are, or if this is all part of your evil plan𑁋either way, he’s irrevocably fucked.

Ever since the news broke out two years ago of your relationship with him, the media had gone in an absolute frenzy. Articles were quickly released digging into your shared history and news reporters had bombarded the two of you any chance they got. Because who would expect Lee Jihoon, the reserved, no-nonsense producer, to be dating you, one of the music industry’s most beloved darlings? It was a pair no one saw coming. A pair that no one had expected.

And the two of you would simply grant them the same answer: that yes, you’re in love with each other. That you got closer because of your similar occupations and mutual friends. That your shared love for music had turned into something deeper.

(On rare occasions, you’d fondly note how Jihoon was actually the one who made the very first move at the very beginning.) 

The media called you both a “power couple”. The fans called it fate. The tabloids and netizens called it scandalous.

Jihoon called it home. 

“I think they’re watching us,” You whisper in amusement.

Jihoon doesn’t even have to look up to know that you’re right. He can feel the weight of almost everyone’s stares around the two of you, hear the hushed whispers of those who are more invested in your relationship then they have any right to be. But he doesn’t care𑁋not when your fingers slide down his suit so slow, languidly, playing with the silk fabric as if you’re toying it with delicacy.

“What a shame,” You continue, voice lowering a fraction as you lean in dangerously close to his ear, whispering words only he would know. “If only they knew how much prettier you are without anything on.” 

Jihoon stiffens. His breath hitches. And the smirk to your face only grows impossibly wider.

“You’re enjoying tormenting me, aren’t you?” he asks, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your waist, grounding him.

You huff out a giggle. “Maybe a little.” 

“Careful.”

“Oh?” You quirk a brow. “Careful of what, love?”

Jihoon lets out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know exactly what.”

Your grin turns wicked, full of promise and innocence. “Do I?”

A muscle in his cheek twitches at that, making him glance around warily, yet nobody else has seemed to notice. He could kiss you. Right here, right now, in front of everyone here. He could crowd you against the nearest wall and steal the breath from your lips, let his hands map the expanse of your body, feel the silk of your dress and the warmth of your skin beneath it. He could make you regret teasing him like this. He could, and he will. 

You know it too. That’s why you’re grinning and touching him like that, tracing the lines of skin that you’ve memorised all too well in private, revisiting territory that only belongs to you as if you’ve already won the game you started in the first place. Yet you also know that Jihoon wouldn’t let you get away with that easily. 

But the whole world knows how much of a private person Jihoon is when it comes to things like this𑁋your relationship included. No matter how much you tempt him or how much you push his buttons every damn day, he somehow always manages to keep his composure. At least in public. On top of that, his reputation among the music industry precedes him quite intimidatingly. 

The lights of the ballroom suddenly dim down a pitch. The music playing smoothly transitions to a sweet, syrupy tempo. A sensual song fills the gigantic space, beckoning for other couples to abandon their champagne flutes on passing trays and drift to the vastly open dance floor. You don’t even have to turn to Jihoon, instead, you let your hand do the talking by sliding it down his chest to interlace your fingers together. 

You give him a small, permissive smile and a gentle tug to his hand. Jihoon hesitates briefly, before he lets you lead him. He follows you because of course he does. 

Behind you, he catches the way the crowd naturally parts wordlessly. Perhaps it’s the way you carry yourself like the room has always belonged to you, or the fact that everyone knows who you both are𑁋separately legendary, untouchable together. Or maybe it’s because the sight of Lee Jihoon allowing himself to be willingly pulled onto the dance floor is so rare it feels like witnessing something illegal. But Jihoon knows the majority of that answer is due to you. 

When you reach the middle of the dance floor, you turn to face him. Above you both, the glow of the chandelier seems to soften the deep red of your dress. Jihoon’s gaze drops for half a second, yet again tracing over the way the satin clings to your frame perfectly, before dragging back up to your face. 

One of your hands finds the nape of his neck, while the other presses right over his heart as you begin to move with slow rolls of your hips. Jihoon’s own hands instinctively find your waist, pulling you in until all the space between your bodies is erased. The silk of your dress is cool against his palm, yet your skin underneath burns with desire. 

“You hate dancing,” You whisper, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

“I hate dancing with anyone else,” Jihoon corrects gruffly, grip tightening a fraction on you. 

The words hit like a spark to gas. A pleased hum comes out from the back of your throat. The two of you continue to move together as if you’ve done it a hundred times before. The song playing in the background is practically white noise at this point, lyrics seemingly all about skin and surrender𑁋and it is absolutely not helping Jihoon right now. Especially not when there are over a hundred witnesses and he could feel every single stare on him like static on his skin. 

But he doesn’t give a flying fuck about any of that right now. Not right now when he’s holding you and all he could think about is writing his name on every inch of you later if you’d let him, because you’re the only song he knows how to play. 

“What are you thinking about right now, baby?” You prod him quietly.

A grimace forms at his lips. “You wore this dress on purpose, didn’t you?”

“You’re the one who bought it for me,” You counter back teasingly. “If I’m wearing it on purpose, that just means you wanted to see me in it on purpose, too.” 

Jihoon would never verbally admit how right you are about that, but you can read it on his face. The exact moment he saw the dress on display at the store, his brain short-circuited for five seconds of picturing you in it instead. He bought it on impulse. No second thoughts or hesitation if it costs more than peoples’ rent nowadays. He doesn’t give a damn about the luxury of it. All it matters is if you feel beautiful wearing it. 

It seems like he accomplished his mission.

You lean in a little closer. “What do you say I put on a little show for you tonight?”

“A show?” He comes to a fleeting standstill. “What kind of show?”

“A show where I’m the star…” You start, playfully dragging out each word with purpose. “...and you’re the audience. Or a participant, if you’re good.”

Jihoon’s eyes darken at that, his head nearly falling off his neck as he lets out a low, disbelieving laugh that you can feel vibrate into your hand that’s still on his chest. Around the two of you, the other couples around you are still blissfully unaware of the fire that’s growing in the middle of the dance floor. 

“You’re killing me,” he mutters, voice almost getting swallowed by the sudden crescendo of the background music and noise. “You’re really fucking killing me here, sweetheart.” 

“Good,” You whisper tauntingly. “You’ll be desperate enough for tonight then.” 

You guide his hand on his waist lower, just barely an inch and enough to press your hips flush against his. You feel the hard, insistent line beginning to strain against his pants when you roll your body just once into his. A quiet, choked sound escapes out of him, barely audible over the music, but you hear it like a secret meant only for you. 

“Jesus,” he breathes, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for a second. “You can’t𑁋fuck. Not here.” 

“Then take me home, baby,” You say, eyes turning pleading. “Please.” 

Jihoon doesn’t waste more time after that. He takes your hand and begins to weave you both through the crowd, not bothering with any goodbyes or with signing any more deals tonight. 

The world can wait, but he can’t.

When the door to Jihoon’s penthouse shuts behind you with a loud, decisive click, that’s when you already know the rest of the world is locked out. It’s enough to snap the final thread of restraint. 

The sounds of your sighs and his groans echo through the space as you keep kissing him on the journey to his bedroom. His hands are everywhere on you all at once: one cupping the back of your neck to angle your head just the way he loves it, while the other is sliding down the smooth satin of your dress, gripping it so harshly as if he’s two seconds from tearing it off you. You stumble together down the hallway, neither of you willing to break down the kiss for more than a singular breath. 

Every few steps he presses you against the nearest wall. The taste of the champagne earlier lingers on both of your tongues. As your back hits the cool surface for the third time, you smile breathlessly against his lips, giving his tie a playful tug.

“Careful with the dress, love,” You chide huskily. “You paid a fortune for it.”

Jihoon bites the inside of his cheek. “Right now I’m regretting every damn penny if it means I can’t get it off you faster.”

Finally, he drags you into his massive bedroom, shutting the door behind him with his foot. The beautiful city skyline of Seoul spills inside through the high floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in soft waves of neon and moonlight that contrast beautifully with the deep red of your dress, but neither of you is paying any attention to the view. He continues backing you up until your legs hit the bed behind. 

He’s pressed up so close to you now that you feel the hard line of his cock straining in his pants. He offers a small grind of his hips against yours, making you let out a soft, satisfied sound. His lips roam down to your jaw before dragging to your neck. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging light as he sucks a mark right below your ear. 

When he pulls away, his hands immediately find the zipper on the back of your dress. But before he can tug it down, you stop with a hand pressed to his chest. 

“Ah-ah,” You tut with a shake of your head, stepping back a little to create some space between your bodies. “I said I’d put on a show for you, didn’t I?” 

Jihoon’s eyes flash at that, but he remains where he is standing, letting his hands hover near your waist as if he’s aching to touch you. “You’re really going to make me wait? Even after how long I’ve been hard since that stupid party?” 

You roll your eyes, figuring you might as well give him the benefit of the doubt at least once tonight. In response to that, you spin around so your back is offered to him. He swallows down a lump in his throat as his gaze roams over your figure.

“Take it off for me,” You say coyly over your shoulder. “Slowly.”

Jihoon doesn’t even hesitate. His hands find the zipper again, then slowly but surely, he leisurely drags it down your spine, watching the way the satin starts to unfurl like a rose in bloom. His knuckles graze over the warm skin of your back as he continues, and he has to bite back a groan from how soft you feel under his fingertips. 

The dress loosens around your shoulders, the rich wine-red fabric slipping off just enough to reveal the delicate line of your spine he’s worshipped so many times. His breath grows heavier, jaw clenched so tightly he’s surprised it doesn’t crack, chest rising and falling like he’s fighting the overwhelming urge to rip off of you in one go. 

When the zipper reaches the bottom, just above the curve of your ass, you give a slight shrug of your shoulders that encourages the rest of the Versace dress to pool down to your ankles in a red heap of useless fabric. You step out of it carefully, kicking it to the side, leaving you in nothing but a pair of matching lace bra and panties and the strappy heels that make your legs look endless. 

“Jesus Christ,” Jihoon breathes, stepping up to you from behind. “You look… fuck, you look unreal.”

A sly smile crosses over your face as his hands wander over your sides. You let him worship you a bit, letting out soft sighs of pleasure as he presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to the nape of your neck and down to the newly exposed skin of your shoulders. His palms come up to cup the swell of your breasts from behind, thumb preciously gliding over the lace covering your nipples until they harden from his touch. 

“My perfect girl,” he murmurs against your skin. “Always so soft for me…”

Yet before he could spin you around or push you onto the bed like you know he wants to, you turn in his arms yourself. You place both hands to his chest and gently push him until he sits down on the massive bed instead. His dark ruby red suit jacket is already half-off, the first few buttons of his shirt unopened and the tie loosened. He gazes up at you with eyes blown wide of desire, lips parted as he stares up at you like you’re the only thing that exists in his universe. 

“Sit still, baby,” You tell him impishly, positioning yourself in between his spread thighs. “No touching unless I say.” 

Jihoon groans, reluctantly obeying by digging his knuckles into the sheets by his side. “You’re really enjoying this power trip, aren’t you?”

“Immensely,” You reply with a sweet smile, though it’s far from innocent. “Be good for me and keep those hands right there, yeah? I wanna play with you first.”

He watches closely as you reach behind your back to unhook the clasp of your bra, teasingly letting the straps fall off your shoulders one by one, before finally dropping the fabric to the floor, leaving your breasts bare to his greedy gaze. His breath stutters audibly, cock twitching visibly in his pants as his eyes devour every delicious inch of you in front of him. 

Next, your hands drift down to the waistband of your panties, tugging them slightly but not fully peeling yourself out of them yet. Jihoon has already seen you spread out plenty of times before, yet the way you’re teasing him tonight and pushing his buttons to the limit makes it feel like it’s the first time all over again.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about right now,” You murmur, sliding your panties down another agonising inch, enough for Jihoon to catch a teasing glance of your mound and the shadow between your thighs. 

Jihoon’s throat works visibly as he swallows, his knuckles white as he grips the sheets impatiently. He forces his eyes close for a moment, as if that might somehow help him regain any control, but it only makes it so much worse. The beautiful, addictive image of you is burned behind his eyelids and seared permanently into his brain. 

“I’m thinking…” he starts, voice rough and gravelly. “…that if you don’t let me touch you in the next ten seconds, I might actually lose my mind.” 

You hum amusedly. “You need to be more specific, baby.” 

“God, you’re so…” He purses his lips into a tight line, looking like he might actually spontaneously combust any second. “Wanna taste you so badly… feel you clench around my fingers, my mouth, my cock… I don’t even care which one first. You’re driving me fucking insane standing there like that.” 

The rawness of his honesty sends a thrill of heat directly down to your core. You love it when he’s like this𑁋the most reserved and composed music producer unravelling just because of you. Biting your lip, you slip the rest of your panties all the way down, tossing it uselessly into the pile where your dress is. The room falls into a thick silence the second he finally sees you completely naked.

Jihoon looks like he’s been struck dumb. The dim lighting of the room highlights all the curves he’s been dying to map with his mouth, dark eyes dragging down your body and back up again. As he lingers on the gift between your legs, his tongue darts out to wet his own lips. Even from where he’s sitting, he can see how worked up you are. 

“Please,” he whines, the word sounding almost foreign to his tongue𑁋Lee Jihoon doesn’t beg, but in this moment, he’s seconds away from it. “Let me touch you.” 

“Not yet.” You say, stepping in between his legs. Then you swing a leg over his right thigh, settling your bare cunt directly onto the firm muscle. Jihoon’s eyes widen as he watches you begin to grind your slick folds over the fabric of his pants in a slow, lazy rhythm, soft moans escaping out of you and filling his ears like a song on repeat.

The friction is immediate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine as your clit drags over his thigh, leaving a damp spot on the ruby red fabric. His hands twitch violently at his sides, desperate to touch you, to feel you, but he keeps them planted on the bed just like you ordered, despite the way his thoughts are trying to reprimand him otherwise.

As you continue to grind on him, you reach between your bodies to drag down the zipper of his pants, finally freeing his cock out of its confines. It springs out thick and heavy, flushed at the tip and leaking steadily for you. The sight makes your mouth water and your cunt clench around nothing, but you tell yourself to keep focus𑁋you want to play with him a little first. 

Jihoon lets out a shaky groan as your fingers wrap around his length, his hips instinctively twitching in your grasp. He’s burning hot in your palm, and you give him one firm stroke from the base to the tip, letting your thumb swirl over the head to spread his precum. 

“You’re dripping all over me,” he rasps, his head falling back as you continue to rock against him. “Can feel how wet you are, sweetheart… making a pretty mess on my thigh…”

“You like that, baby?” You whisper hotly, lips grazing the shell of his ear as you grind down particularly hard on him. “Me riding your thigh while I jerk you off like this?”

“I𑁋fuck, yeah𑁋keep grinding your pretty pussy on me… just like that...”

You chuckle against his jaw, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin before picking up the pace. Your hips move down faster, grinding down with more pressure; and at the same time, you continue to stroke his cock with the same speed you’re grinding at, making him flex his thigh to give you the friction you’re looking for. 

His large bedroom fills with the sounds of your combined desperate gasps and sighs. If someone were looking in from another building at the same high level where his penthouse is, they’d be watching the music industry’s most beloved couple getting lost in one another. They’d see the usually reserved Lee Jihoon reduced to putty while his girlfriend strokes his cock like she owns him so shamelessly. The thought of it only motivates your movements even more, sending pleasure coiling tightly through your body. 

“Slow down𑁋shit𑁋I’m not gonna last,” Jihoon warns, but the way his hips are subtly bucking more into your hand tells you he doesn’t actually want you to slow down. “Stop teasing and let me fuck you properly.” 

That only makes you tighten your grip on him, the wet sounds of your hand gliding up and down on his dick bouncing off the walls and completely hypnotising you. 

“That’s the plan,” You mutter, nipping lightly at his jaw before soothing the spot with your tongue. “I want you desperate before I let you fuck me.”

The laugh that leaves him is straight up pained, a shudder running through his entire frame, his cock throbbing heavily in your palm. You can tell he’s getting close, so you speed up a little more while grinding your clit in dirty circles on his thigh. Your simultaneous orgasms continue to build up together like layers upon layers on a perfectly composed track. 

“I’m close,” he warns again raggedly, thrusting up measuredly into your hand. “Gonna cum all over your hand, baby. You want that?”

You nod desperately, your own hips faltering in rhythm as you feel your peak coming closer and closer. “Cum for me, Jihoon. Let go for me.”

Just from that, a guttural groan leaves him as he spills all over your fingers in thick, hot pulses. You keep stroking him through it, watching his thighs shake beneath you. The sight of him falling apart sends you right over the edge as well𑁋your orgasm crashing into you with barely any warning, a sharp cry of his name ripping out of your throat as you ride the last waves of release on his thigh. 

For a few long moments, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing and the distant hum of the city life outside. Jihoon’s eyes are hazy and half-lidded as he watches you practically slouch into him, your body trembling slightly from the release. Then, finally, he lifts one of his hands from the sheets to settle onto your hip, thumb tracing soothing circles over your skin.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs while still catching his breath. “My dirty tease.”

You let out a breathless laugh, allowing your head to fall onto his shoulder. “Mmh… You love it, though.”

“Too much,” he admits with a faint smile.

One of his hands comes to gently cradle the back of your neck, guiding your head back up so he can kiss you. It’s slow and deep, not as frantic as before, yet heavy with everything he hasn’t said yet tonight. When he pulls back, his gaze grows dark again.

“My turn,” he says simply. 

Before you could tease him any further, Jihoon moves fast. In one smooth, powerful motion, he grabs your waist and flips you onto your back on the bed. The surprised gasp that leaves you dissolves into a laugh as he cages you between his arms, his weight forcing you down onto the mattress. 

You feel the heat spreading down to your core as you watch him sit back to shed the remains of his clothes. His ruby red suit jacket is tossed carelessly away, then the loosened tie, half-buttoned shirt, and pants follow quickly after. The city lights streaming in paint over his beautiful bare form with slivers of neon and silver. His cock brushes your thigh, hardening again even after earlier. 

He doesn’t give you time to admire him for long before he’s kissing you again.

“Gonna fuck you properly now, yeah?” he mutters into your mouth. 

Jihoon’s hand slides down your body possessively, before gripping your leg and hooking it over his hip. The head of his cock nudges your entrance, sliding through the residual wetness from your previous orgasm.

You arch up into him, trying to pull him closer, but he holds back just enough to make you whine.

“Jihoon𑁋”

“Shh,” he hushes, nipping at your bottom lip. “You made me wait all night. Now I get to take my time with you.” 

When he finally, finally, pushes himself into you, it’s with a deep thrust that buries him to the hilt, making you dig your nails into his shoulders. A sharp moan tumbles out of the two of you at the same time. Your sensitive walls stretch perfectly around his length, his breathing ragged as he holds still for a moment to let you adjust. 

“Fuck.” Jihoon’s forehead falls onto yours. “Always so tight… so perfect for me, sweetheart.”

Jihoon fucks you like he’s been starving for it all night. It’s raw, possessive, but always filled with undying devotion. His eyes stay solely locked on your face as he continues driving into you while gripping your thigh to keep you close, open, his. 

“I love you,” he confesses between thrusts. “Love how you feel… love how you drive me crazy… love that you’re mine only… my beautiful muse…”

Each word of praise is emphasised through each thrust into you. He doesn’t rush. Even in the heat of it, there’s something so purely soft wrapped in how he doesn’t speed up or selfishly chase after his release. He keeps it all entirely focused on you, watching every flicker of pleasure that crinkles your features like it’s more beautiful than any lyrics he’s ever written. No words can ever replace the fact that you’re the only melody he’s ever wanted to listen to. 

When your orgasm washes over you, it’s gentle yet overwhelming, a heavenly cry of his name as the climax rolls through your body. Jihoon follows right after with a low, heartfelt groan, tightening his arms around you as he spills inside of you one final time. He keeps himself buried within you, littering gentle kisses to your eyelids, cheeks, and the corner of your mouth𑁋each one a silent I love you.

The two of you take a minute to breathe before he pulls out of you, a quiet hiss leaving you from the loss. Then he pulls you into his arms and tucks you closely into his chest. The scent of sex wafts through the air, the skyline casting a dim glow across the room, but nothing feels as warm as being held by him. 

Outside, the city keeps glowing. But inside, the world has narrowed down to just the both of you: your bodies tangled together like overlapping verses, and the deep wine-red Versace dress lying forgotten on the floor like a beautiful afterthought, exactly where it belongs. 

And love… everywhere else. 

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Jihoon was not a reckless man. He makes you both your lunch every day, packing you both a mid-morning snack, a main lunch which always consisted of two side dishes alongside a smoothie he’d made that morning and then a piece of fruit for the afternoon before you set off home from work.

He makes sure your laundry is folded neatly, he changes the light bulbs every three months even if they don't need changing, so that they ware down at the same time and he even measures out the equal distances between the spices in your spice rack.

He likes things orderly. Done properly. He doesn’t like to break the rules.

That’s what made you so determined to say yes to this torture jolly day out.

Sex with Jihoon had always been incredible, but him wanting to fuck in public? Even though that “public” is a flowery meadow at the top of hill. Was thrilling, to say the least. He isn’t someone that takes risks. And if he does, it’s something he’s thought out for weeks beforehand.

When he’d suggested you both try out using handcuffs, he’d researched how it may trigger people, the best material they should be so as not to hurt you and even how long someone should have their hands bound above their head before it affected blood circulation.

You loved that about him. It was everything that made him, him. But fucking up a hill? Very unlike your Jihoon.

The sun was bright, lighting up the little daisies and wild flowers that were strewn across the emerald fields of grass. It was picturesque. It wouldn’t surprise you if there was a well with fairies flying round it somewhere. It was perfect.

But fuck was it too hot.

And your legs may actually be falling off.

You’re certain you’ve got blisters between each of your toes.

And you could eat a full family size pizza to yourself at this point.

“You’re saying all this out loud sweetie, you do know that?!” your boyfriend hollers as he continues on his quest up Everest, “I don’t think there’s a dominos at the top of this hill in the middle of the country side!”

“There might be, you don’t know the location of every dominos in the world Jihoon.”

“I know a lot. How one woman can eat so many pieces of garlic bread is beyond me!”

“Hey! That’s not my fault! I can’t help what my body wants when I’m losing hundreds of gallons of blood each month!”

“I know you can’t,” he turns back to you, big smile shining in the sun as he holds his hand out for you, “now. We’re right near the top, come here.”

You take his hand, grimacing a little at how sweaty you both are but heart jumping a little even after so many years together.

“Close your eyes,”

“Baby, if I close my eyes I’ll trip.”

“You’ll never trip whilst I’m holding your hand.”

Fuck he’s so good with words. His smile becomes even brighter when he notices he’s managed to fluster you a little with that last comment, cheeks pink and a silly smile you’re trying to hide.

A few more steps on the dirt track path and you come to a stop.

“Open.”

You open your eyes, blinking a little to adjust to the light again and what you see takes your breath away. You can see everything from up here, it’s like being on top of the world. You can see the city in the distance, rice fields and villages down below and you’re sure if you squint, you can just about see the ocean.

How did even find this place? You ask yourself as your turn around on the spot, eyes finding something more beautiful every time you stop. There’s literally nobody around, the top of the hill is as luscious with grass and wildflowers as it the path up here. It’s perfect. It’s like something out a fairy tale.

“Baby this is......How did you know about it? I’ve never heard anyone talking about this trail”

He beams at you as he sets out not one, but two picnic blankets in the longer grass, wanting it to feel a little like you’re caged in and cosy in the longer grasses.

“Seokmin told me about it. Though when they came up here, it was just before that storm we had the other week. So they never made it to the top.”

“That’s too bad,” you look back at the view, “this view is stunning Jihoon.”

“I’m pleased you like it,” you feel his arms snake round your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as you both look out into the distance, “are you hungry?”

“For what?”

He looks a little confused when you turn around with a devilish smirk on your lips, hoping he means eating something other than food.

“I brought a picnic?” he blinks at you, looking pretty puzzled.

Which puzzles you because aren’t you here to fuck?

Your stomach drops. 

Maybe you’ve misjudged this whole thing. What a fucking idiot. Of course Jihoon doesn’t want to do anything up this hill. If you can see the whole world. They can presumably see you. But they wouldn’t truly see though. But even then Jihoon would see it as too much of a risk.

But you’d been thinking about nothing else since you saw his smirk. You can’t help feeling a little disappointed, even with the world’s greatest view in every direction you look.

You could eat, you suppose. It’s just a shame it’s not him eating you.

“That sounds good.”

You try to sound upbeat but you’re aware it didn’t necessarily come out that way. You can tell from the fact that he watches you carefully, almost warily, as you sit down on the picnic blanket.

“What did you bring?” you smile, brushing off the disappointment.

You may have gotten the wrong idea but that isn’t Jihoon’s fault. And if you know him like you know you do, it won’t just be a simple picnic.

“My mom’s gimbap and all your favourite side dishes,” he rushes excitedly as he takes the containers carefully out of his bag, “and I even got those seaweed rolls you like from the fancy take out place. And then we’ve got strawberries for dessert and pink lemonade that I’ve put in the thermos thing to keep it cold..... What?” his speaking slows when he looks up at you.

He looks at you wondering why you’re grinning at him like the Cheshire cat, still getting all of his containers out of his bag.

“Nothing,” you shrug, “I’m just the luckiest woman in the world.”

“Well that’s handy,” he leans over to kiss you quickly, “because I am the luckiest man in the world.”

God you’re both sickening sweet, big smiles beaming at each other as you just sit and gaze.

You manage to pull your eyes away from each, the promise of his mom’s gimbap and your rumbling stomachs forcing your attention away from each other.

You feel like you’re in some sort of bad eighties porn film. Sat like some flustered woman whilst you watch the hot sweaty man in front of you drink lemonade, watching his throat bob and a little drip down his chin. Fuck, why does he have to be so hot all of the time? Can’t he give you some sort of reprieve and just do something disgusting every now and again, to make you feel a bit better and not feel like a dog in heat.

The food was as incredible as you thought it would be, Jihoon would never just bring a plastic wrap covered sandwich to a picnic. If he could, you’re certain he’d have hauled up a table and chairs, with some candles to complete everything. But what he had done, with the blankets and the food, and even making sure the lemonade stayed icy cold and refreshing, was perfection.

“Honey?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you go all weird before when I asked if you were hungry?” 

You pause, a strawberry midway to your mouth and eyes wide.

“I didn’t” you shake your head like that will make it in any way more convincing.

“You did. Did I not make this special enough? Did you think there was something up here?” he looks around like some sort of attraction might suddenly appear.

Your heart cracks a little. How can he think this isn’t special? Everything you do with Jihoon is special, even if you’re just sat balling socks, being with him makes it special. 

He isn’t going to let this go though. He never does. He’ll dwell on it, thinking he’s done something wrong, when in reality it’s just your horny brain and reckless thoughts.

You sigh. Wanting a big gust of wind to come and blow you off this hill.

“I thought.....earlier when you suggested all this, I thought...... I thought you wanted to have sex with me.” 

He blinks at you. Face blank. Wheels in his head turning painfully slow.

“Who else would I want to have sex with? I only want to have sex with you.” 

Those wheels may have come a grinding halt.

“I know that Jihoon. I meant........” you gesture your hands around, hoping it might get his brain working without actually having to say it.

He stares.

Then stares a little longer.

Stares even longer after that.

You feel like the world is moving in slow motion.

You can pinpoint the exact second he realises what you meant.

“HERE?!” 

He looks around like even thinking about it might make some random law enforcement officer appear, and drag you both away for daring to consider fucking in public.

“______, THIS IS A HILL!”

“I’m sorry. Are you suggesting if it were a mountain, it would be ok?”

“NO I AM NOT. YOU CAN’T..... IT’S WRONG...... IT’S AGAINST THE LAW!” he splutters, eyes wide.

He’s reacted exactly how you knew he would when he brought up why you’d been weird, like a scandalised old lady.

“Look, will you please calm down. I saw I’d gotten it wrong and it’s been so perfect, let’s not let my horny brain ruin it.”

His cheeks are flushed, his mouth opening and closing as you sheepishly go back to your strawberry, trying not to look at him.

You knew he’d be embarrassed, you didn’t think he’d be this embarrassed.

“Is it…..” you look back at him, licking the strawberry juice off your lips, not really noticing in your embarrassment that his eyes are transfixed by your mouth, “is it something you want to do? You’ve never mentioned anything about exhibitionism.”

“I’m not an exhibitionist Lee Jihoon.” You chastise him, equally as horrified as he was earlier on. “I just saw your smirk….”

“What smirk?”

“The same one you have before you’re going to do something utterly filthy. But I guess this time it didn’t mean that. You must get as excited about hills as you do about sex I guess.” You shrug, going back to your strawberries and still not noticing how he’s becoming more and more on edge as he watches you eat them.

A peaceful silence falls over you as you lay back and watch the fluffy white clouds float by, happy in the knowledge that you’ve cleared the air, you’re both on the same page.

But sadly for you, you’re not on the same page.

Jihoon has very much not forgotten what’s just happened. In fact, his brain is in overdrive.

There’s literally nobody around and it is such a lovely afternoon with the birds chirping and the sun shining. And the grass is quite long, if you heard voices there would be a suitable amount of time to cover yourselves up and stop whatever you were doing. And fuck do you look good, little shorts and his t-shirt. Simple, yes but you make anything look good. The way you were eating those strawberries, the juice droplets clinging to your lips before you licked them away, shit he wants to be the one to lick them away.

This is definitely not the reason he brought you up here and you don’t seem disappointed or pissed off that it isn’t going to happen. But would it be that big a risk?

Normally he’d spend a good couple of days thinking about the risks of anything before he does something. New coffee percolator? He printed out the results from three comparison websites so that you could both make an informed decision. When they discontinued your favourite toothpaste, he went through the fluoride levels in all of them to find one that matched your existing one. Fuck even with the tv subscription, he made sure you both watched it enough to warrant committing to an annual plan to save money, rather than the monthly subscription.

Jihoon doesn’t take risks.

But today? And what you’ve just suggested, fuck does he want to try.

His brain is very much still considering the risks, but he fears his semi hard dick in his shorts might be getting the final call in this decision.

You hear a rustling of containers, presuming Jihoon is tidying up a little before he comes to take in the clouds with you. And like clockwork, he appears at the side of you, lying on his side, head propped on his elbow and a soft smile playing on his lips.

You don’t think much of it, just smile back at him and then go back to staring at a cloud that looks a lot like Mr Pickles, your dog growing up.

“You know my pet do…. What are you doing?!” Your eyes snap to his, noting his fingers are playing with the waist band of your shorts.

“Well,” he says softly, fingers tucking under your waist band and moving slowly down to your pussy, “I was thinking, I weighed up the pros and cons,” his fingers rest on top of your panty covered heat, your breath hitching and eyes unable to leave his, “there is nobody around and it is such a pretty day.”

“You never take risks, why now?” you rush out, heart beating strongly in its cage.

“Because you mentioning it already has me hard just thinking about it,” your eyes wander down his body, landing on the tent in his shorts, your pussy clenching at the sight, “and you know I always like you in those shorts. I thought you just wore them randomly, now I know you thought I was going to fuck you up here, it makes more sense you're wearing them. Such a tease.” He presses two fingers down onto your already dripping pussy, the thrill of it making you bite your lip in the hope that would stop the moan begging to break free. 

“We just need to be quiet, can you do that baby?”

“You’re” you gulp when he starts circling your clit over your panties, “you’re the one who’s whiney, not me.”

“Can you blame me?” He mutters as he retrieves his fingers and gently pulls your hand to sit up so that he can take your t-shirt off, “you’re so perfect and you’re always so good for me. Any man would want to let you hear how good you make him feel. I’m not ashamed of that.”

Your fingers tug a little on his t-shirt, wanting to be able to see his abs shimmer in the sunlight and he wastes no time in giving you want you need. And fuck is it a sight to behold, all those hours in the gym are really paying off for him, his slightly sweaty skin glistens and arms flex every time he runs his hand through his hair, a habit you love that he does more when he’s nervous because of how biteable his arms look when they flex.

He chances one last look around before he quickly takes his shorts and boxers off and kneels on the picnic blanket, eyes eating you up even if you’ve still got your shorts and sports bra on.

“Come here,”

You don’t need telling twice, you move at the speed of light to peel your skin tights shorts off you. It’s just as you move to take your panties off that sensible Jihoon seems to resurface though.

“Wait, maybe you should keep those on?”

“You can’t be serious, babe you’re butt naked!”

“I don’t mind someone seeing me completely naked. Well. I do. But I definitely don’t want someone seeing you completely naked!”

“Maybe I want to be naked!”

“Do you?” he asks pointedly, knowing damn well you’re just being awkward.

“Well.... Not really. The option would have been nice though.”

“Do you have to do this now?”

You try to mask your smile but you can’t help it being there. It’s just the sight of him sat in the sun, in the middle of a flowery meadow with his hard dick against his stomach, it’s so bizarre it’s almost funny.

He is right though, you suppose, it’s easier to cover up what’s happening if you’re both not totally naked, so you concede to keep your panties and sports bra on and crawl over to him, a small smirk still playing on your lips at the way he stares at your tits when you’re leaned over facing him.

Jihoon is so distracted by his staring that he doesn’t notice you reaching for his dick, his breath hitches when you take him in your hand, starting to pump slowly whilst you kneel in front of him, both of you sat knee to knee in the long grasses.

“Don’t,” his breath catches in his throat when your thumb circles his tip, “do that. We haven’t got time, I’m already going against all my morals not making you cum first before I fuck you.”

“You’re such a good man,” you snicker, enjoying the way he rolls his eyes playfully even though you can tell he's caught between unbearably horny and fucking terrified you’re going to be caught.

“You won’t be mocking me when I split you open in a few seconds.”

He takes your shock as his queue to pull you more towards him, you now straddling his luscious thighs as he continues to kneel on the pink gingham picnic blanket.

“I don’t think you’ll be splitting me open,” you mumble as you leave little kisses down his neck, the mixture of sweat and his cologne creating a heady mix that makes you want him even more, “I’ve been dripping since we left the house .”

His hands grip your ass painfully hard at that admission, knowing just how much you’ve thought about his, thought about him fucking you like this, has got you so riled up makes him even more eager to risk everything.

“Is that right? You’ve wanted me to fuck you so badly your pretty pussy has been drooling just thinking about it?”

You don’t answer him, you can’t, because the second he utters his last word, his fingers move your panties to the side and he runs two of his long digits through your soaking folds.

“Fucking hell, you are wet. I didn’t know you wanted to fuck in public so badly?”

“I don’t. Or I didn’t. It’s only been on my mind today. And it’s probably not something I want to do again. But I don’t know, there’s nobody around and it’s so perfect, it just feels right.”

He pulls his head back to look at you, you can tell he’s little hurt that you’ve never told him about this. But in your defence, before today, you’d never considered fucking at the top of a hill, or anywhere outside of your home for that matter.

Unless you count Seokmin’s bathroom that one time but it was more drunken humping than actual fucking. That’s not the point. This whole thing is something you’d never even considered, let alone craved.

“Oh it definitely feels right,” he chuckles as his soaked fingers twirl around your clit, not particularly hard but just enough to get the reaction he wanted from you.

It isn’t painful necessarily, just a bit.... uncomfortable?

He watches eagerly, holding your panties to the side like the gentleman he is whilst you lift your hips, lowering yourself slowly down onto his swollen tip.

Maybe you were being cocky earlier because it turns out he is splitting you open a little. He’s big. Bigger than many would imagine for a man of his height. And normally what he said earlier is true, he does make you cum either on his fingers or his tongue before he even thinks about entering you.

He sees you wince and straight away his hands are on your hips, nimble fingers kneading your flesh to soothe you a little.

“You good? We can stop, I can ea...” 

“It’s fine,” you shake your head, wanting him inside you more than anything, “just.....play with my clit please,”

Your last words come out more as a moan with how attentive Jihoon is, he didn’t even need you to finish the sentence before he’s doing anything he can to make you more comfortable.

And fuck does it. His fingers are like a soothing balm, relaxing you a little more with how good it feels as he circles your bundle of nerves slowly, meaning you can lower yourself a little more onto his throbbing length.

You bob up and down a little, your hole adjusting to the stretch a little each time and it goes from a little too much pain to just the right amount. Your gummy walls pull him back in each time they feel like his hard length might be daring to leave your leaking cunt and eventually you find yourself completely bottomed out, thighs resting on Jihoon’s as he squeezes your ass slowly. 

It’s only now you’re sat, your boyfriend’s cock fully nestled inside you, that you realise just how perfect this whole thing really is. It’s like something from snow white, the birds are chirping like they’re singing you two your own personal soundtrack, there’s occasionally a gentle breeze that cuts through the afternoon sun and the colour of the wildflowers seems even more vivid now you’re where you wanted to be all day.

“I love that you’re at one with nature baby but I swear to fucking god if you don’t start moving soon, I might actually start crying.”

You’d almost forgotten what you’d mounted him to do.

“Sorry,” you chuckle, giving him a quick kiss before you start to circle your hips.

You both moan at that first movement before giggling to each other that in your quest to be quiet, you’ve both fucked it up immediately.

His hands are on your ass grinding you on his dick, the feeling of him stroking along your walls is perfect, it’s like you can feel every vein and ridge on his cock as you slowly move along his length.

Your foreheads come to rest on each other, goofy smiles being exchanged as you speed up a little more. Your soaked cunt needing him like the rest of your body needs oxygen. He’s so deep in you, you’re sure his tip is nudging your cervix every time you grind down onto him.

You hold each other close, your arms around his neck, playing with his hair, sweaty foreheads still conjoined as your ride him, your aching cunt moulding itself to shape of his throbbing length each time you move your hips.

“You’re so perfect, you’ve never looked prettier honey,”

“What? All sweaty?” you snicker, hips grinding down onto him again and again, your clit bumping his little patch of hair above his cock every time you do, making your head spin and pussy clench.

“No,” he squeezes your ass, “well, I mean yeah we’re both sweaty. But in this light, nothing around us but nature, you look even more like a goddess than normal,”

Your heart clenches almost as hard as your pussy. He is so good with words, never once in your whole relationship have you had to question how much he loves you. He’s always shown you, told you, how much he loves you. Your friends always call him a simp or down bad but he doesn’t care, as long as he knows you know that he loves you, he’d take their name calling any day of the week.

And the feeling is mutual. You’d been called clingy in the past by your exes but with Jihoon, he gets positively pouty if you’re not draped over him while he’s cooking or not begging him to come to the store with you because you can’t bare to not have him with you.

It’s perfect. He’s perfect. Almost as perfect as the way your whole body alightens every time you drag your leaking hole along his hard cock.

“You,” you gulp, trying to suppress a moan when his tip hits you just right deep inside you, “you look perfect too. I felt like I was watching some erotic film earlier when you were drinking.” 

“Is that right?” his eyes sparkle at your admission.

“Hm-mm,” you hum, kissing his smiling lips quickly as you keep grinding in his lap, “you looked so pretty. So handsome.”

Your grinding speeds up, the way he drags along your walls and your clit kisses just above his dick every time just makes you more and more needy. You wish you’d had the forethought to set your phone to record this, the way the sun glistens on you both, blue skies and green grass both shining, you’re certain it’d be something you’d watch again and again on nights when he’s working away.

“You close?”

He knows you are, he can feel your cunt fluttering around him and knows it won’t take long until you come undone all over him.

Jihoon isn’t faring much better either, the way your ass feels in his hands and the thrill that someone might see such a beautiful woman riding him in this seemingly perfect setting, makes him feel like the luckiest man in the world. To hold you close like this, to feel your heart beating in time with his as your pussy sucks him back in like your life depends on it, proves he's the luckiest man in the world.

“So close,” you whisper, eyes never leaving his as your hips speed up just a little more, your pussy clenching even more when he squeezes your ass a little harder.

One. Two more quick swishes of your hips and you feel a wave of ecstasy wash over you, your body now matching the heat of the sun baring down on you. You hold Jihoon close, tugging a little on his hair as he keeps guiding your movements with his hands on your ass. With him still grinding you down onto dick, he helps you ride out your high, your body tingling as you feel his tip hit your g-spot deliciously again and again.

Just as you’re coming down, you feel him hold you down hard on his length as his body vibrates underneath you, his face buried in your neck as he tries his hardest not to moan and groan at how incredible it feels to fill you up. The last shocks of your orgasm are finished off perfectly when you feel his warm spurting deep inside you, his perfect release making this whole thing even hotter. Both literally and figuratively.

Your breathing is heavy, wrapped up in each other even though it’s sticky and sweaty. But you don’t care. Your only care is how euphoric it feels to be so close to each other in this idyllic setting, with the love of your life. You swear even the birds are singing an even more cheerful tune because even they know how much you to love each other, and how fucking incredible that feels.

“SHIT!”

He jumps, holding you closer to him.

“What?!” you try to turn around to see where his panic is coming from.

“Don’t make any sudden movements. It might charge.”

And when you do glance round. Your heart stops.

It’s beautiful. A light brown deer with chestnut brown spots on its head, staring at you from the stone that marks the top of the hill.

What a dufus.

“Babe it’s just grazing. It won’t hurt us,”

“One fuck in nature and suddenly you’re an expert?”

“I’ve seen Bambi,” you say knowledgeably, nodding your head and joining in his giggling.

“Well then, I bow to infinite wisdom,”  he bows his head, kissing your fabric covered breast softly.

“Shall we get cleaned up? It’s getting pretty late and it’s a long walk back down.”

“Just a few more minutes, let’s just stay like this for a while?” he holds you impossibly closer.

“You think it’s worth the risk?” you challenge, kissing the tip of his nose as he snuggles into you, his now soft length still nestled deep inside you.

“For you? I’d risk it all.”

He feels the soft expanse of your calf to your knee, the warmth increasing the higher he reaches, and the entire time he keeps his eyes on your sleeping face. He watches every expression, waiting for the one that would tell him you've woken up, but he abandons the idea entirely when his fingertips brush along the panties that barely cover your sweet pussy from his greedy eyes. He feels how damp the fabric is, and his eyes zero in on your cunt.

His lovesick grin grows, and his warped idea that you want him just as much as he wants you amplifies. His touch becomes more confident as he cups your drooling cunt over your panties, his fingers dipping between your puffy folds to play with your sensitive clit.

You confirm his delusions when your thighs spread instinctively, giving him more space to rub sloppy hearts into your little nub as you shift against his couch in his studio.

He doesn't see the way your eyebrows furrow in your sleep; instead, he focuses on the way your panties get wetter. Your sweet slick coating the fabric in waves as his fingers flick over your clit, making your hips twitch and forcing his other hand to press on your lower back to keep you in place.

"So pretty, just wet and wanting even in your sleep." He murmurs, and your clit pulses against his finger tips, the fabric of your panties bunching to give friction to the little nub as he works you over with firm strokes. Your mouth opens with whimpers, your eyebrows furrowing more as he continues to play with you like you were his personal toy.

He continues to murmur praise, his mouth salivating, watching the way your pussy flutters each time he completes a sloppy heart on your clit until you're waking up confused with a curling heat swirling in your lower stomach. "Ji- oh fuck," you gasp, feeling his fingers pinch just in time for you to see white.

Your toes curl, your hips buck, and Jihoon plays with you throughout your orgasm until your panties are ruined and your thighs tremble in the aftershocks. You can barely process what happened before he's flipping you around onto your back, stripping you of your panties, and pocketing them as he pushes one of your knees up to your chest, exposing your glittering, wet cunt shamelessly.

"Look at that, you made a mess." He coos, and your face flushes as he meets your eyes with his dark ones. His pupils are blown, his tongue licking his lips wet as he kneels on the ground before your spread legs. "I think I need to clean it up. What do you think, pretty girl?" His mouth pants warm over your tingling cunt, and your mind reels at his words.

He had always had better restraint, paying you to be more of a friend and not … this. You had seen the way he looked at you sometimes, but he always kept his hands to himself, not that you wouldn't mind if he crossed the lines he had put in place. But this, you didn't expect this. His eyes stared at you as if you were to deny him, it would physically hurt him. His fingers dimpling the fat of your thighs as he watched the remnants of your first orgasm seep over your puffy folds like the highest temptation.

"Tell me you want this, pretty girl."

His eyes flicked up to you, and his grip on your thighs got stronger, and you knew there would be finger-shaped bruises to find later. "I-" your words were caught in your throat. You weren't given time to process whether this was business or personal, if it was a fleeting moment or something more, but your hand reached out for him regardless, and he took it as enough of an answer before he dipped his head down.

Your fingers find his hair the moment his tongue flattens over your wet cunt, lapping up your slit with a low groan as your honeyed slick coats his taste buds heavily. And he holds your thighs apart, his thumbs parting your swollen folds to keep you open as he gets lost in the taste of you bubbling across his thick tongue, slurping you down his throat like a man starved.

You can only take what he gave you, your breath coming out in pants between whines as he swirled his tongue around your clit before plunging into your fluttering hole, stretching you open over the wet muscle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head in ecstasy. You were exactly how he imagined, better even, sweet and addictive as he buried his face deeper between your plush thighs.

His nose rubbed along your pulsing clit while his jaw slacked open wider to make out with your weeping cunt. His tongue laved over your swollen folds, his groans vibrating against your mound until you felt it down in your toes. And you could already feel the familiar knot in your stomach twist as your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling him closer to your sweet pussy, making both of you moan in unison.

Jihoon's arms curled under your legs, draping them over his shoulders as you squeezed your thighs around his head. His tongue curled deeper inside, dragging over a sweet spot that had you arching in response and your head falling back as you gasped. You didn't even know Jihoon's mind was spinning, all of the blood rushing south to his cock, making him deliriously hard as you practically suffocated him between your thighs. It only made him groan louder, his hips rutting against the couch as he lapped, slurped, and kissed your cunt with earnest.

He could feel you were close, your gummy walls sucking on his tongue as he swirled the wet muscle around your velvety walls, pussydrunk and hungry. Your thighs shook against his ears, your fingers tugged on his hair like you were trying to get him off of you, but he wasn't having any of it. His arms locked you to his face, his cock twitching enthusiastically as you cried out his name for mercy.

When you cum the second time, it's hot and wet, and your mouth drops in a silent scream. You gush onto his waiting mouth, coating his tongue, his throat, his lips, and his jaw with your sweet slick as he fucks you through it. He never once lets go of your legs, keeping you from running from his mouth as he laps your cunt, addicted. And when he's truly satisfied in the way your hips twitch each time his tongue flicks over your clit, he finally leans back onto his knees.

He looks exactly how you feel, fucked out. His eyes are swirling with hearts, his lips are puffy, his jaw aches, and his face gleams slicked with your arousal. He looks at you as his tongue licks whatever it can reach on his face, his chest panting as he gives you a lovesick grin.

Your pussy flutters at the smile, your own breath coming up short as you realize there is a small wet patch blooming on his jeans.

Now that Jihoon has crossed his own drawn-out line, there is no turning back for him. You were his now, and if he had to give you his black card to prove it to you, he would. Everything would be yours regardless, but now he expects your full attention. He doesn't share his toys.

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