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𝓒𝔀: 2𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓹𝓸𝓿, 𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓰𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓻

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 1099

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 4 𝓶𝓲𝓷 18 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Seungmin had always been a quiet and reserved person. He preferred spending time with his close friends and working on his music rather than indulging in relationships. But then he met Y/n, who turned his world upside down.

It wasn't like he had been looking for love. He had been perfectly content with his life as it was. But something about Y/n had drawn him in. Maybe it was her easy-going nature, or the playful glint in her eyes when she teased him. Whatever it was, Seungmin found himself falling hard and fast.

At first, he tried to resist the feelings. He told himself that he was too busy for a relationship and that he didn't have time to accommodate someone else in his life. But Y/n wasn't someone who gave up easily. She saw right through his tough exterior and knew that beneath his cool persona, there was a passionate and sensitive soul.

Every time they hung out together, Seungmin found himself opening up to her more and more. He realized that he enjoyed her company, that he looked forward to their conversations, and the way she made him laugh. And before he knew it, he was falling head over heels for her.

When Seungmin finally confessed his feelings, Y/n was overjoyed. She had been waiting for weeks for him to admit the truth, and it brought her immense happiness to know that he felt the same way. From that moment on, they became inseparable.

Seungmin and Y/n were sitting on a park bench, enjoying the warm summer breeze. Seungmin was strumming a melody on his guitar, a soft smile on his face.

Y/n looked over at him, a cheeky smile on her lips. "You know, you're talented with that guitar," she said, nudging his shoulder. "Maybe you could write a love song about me sometime."

Seungmin chuckled, his fingers stilling on the strings as he looked at her. "A love song about you, huh?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his voice. "That might be a bit too sappy, don't you think?"

Y/n pouted playfully, resting her head on his shoulder. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with a little sappiness," she protested. "Besides, I think it would be sweet. Imagine me swooning to a song about how much you adore me."

Seungmin couldn't help but smile wider at her words. He loved her playful side, the way she could make even the most serious situations lighthearted. "You know I already tell you how much I adore you all the time," he pointed out, resuming his strumming.

Y/n sighed dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Yeah, but a song would be more memorable, you know? Something I could listen to whenever I missed your voice."

Seungmin raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Are you trying to guilt-trip me into writing you a love song?" he asked, though there was a hint of affection in his tone.

Y/n fluttered her eyelashes innocently. "Me? Guilt-trip you? Never," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "I just think you owe it to me to immortalize your love for me in song form. You know, for sentimental reasons."

Seungmin chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "You're impossible, you know that?" he said, but there was no malice in his voice. "What if I already have a love song written for you and just haven't told you yet?"

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise. "You do?!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight. "Are you serious? Why haven't you shown me yet?"

Seungmin smirked, enjoying the excited look on her face. "Because it's still a work in progress," he explained. "I want it to be perfect before I let you hear it."

Y/n pouted, a mixture of impatience and affection in her expression. "But I want to hear it now," she protested. "I bet it's already amazing, even if it's not finished yet."

Seungmin chuckled again, ruffling her hair affectionately. "I promise you'll hear it when it's ready," he assured her. "And don't you dare try to sneak a peek either, got it?"

Y/n feigned disappointment again, though she was amused. "Aw, you're no fun," she teased. "But fine, I won't try to cheat and listen to the song early. I'll just have to wait anxiously until you're ready to share it with me."

Seungmin put down his guitar, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. "Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait," he reassured her. "And in the meantime, I'll just have to find other ways to keep you entertained and distracted."

Y/n's disappointment melted away instantly, replaced by a smile. "Oh, yeah?" she said, her tone laced with curiosity. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

Seungmin smirked a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he teased, deliberately keeping it vague. "You'll just have to wait and see."

Y/n's curiosity only grew at his words, but she knew better than to press him for details. "You're such a tease," she pouted playfully, swatting his arm lightly.

Seungmin chuckled, tightening his grip on her waist. "You love it," he said, his tone affectionate. He leaned in closer to her, lowering his voice to a whisper. "And I love teasing you, especially when you get all pouty like this."

Y/n huffed dramatically, trying to feign annoyance, but she couldn't help the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. "You're insufferable," she grumbled, though there was no real irritation in her voice.

Seungmin smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. "You love me anyway," he pointed out, poking her side playfully. "Pouty and all."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't deny his words. "Unfortunately, yes," she said, a hint of mock resignation in her tone. "I seem to have a soft spot for insufferable, guitar-playing men."

Seungmin chuckled, his ego inflated at her words. "And I happen to have a soft spot for cute, pouty women who can't resist my charm," he replied with a cocky grin.

Y/n playfully stuck her tongue out at Seungmin, pretending to be irritated. "Your charm is too irresistible, it's not fair," she grumbled, though her tone was light.

Seungmin laughed, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her forehead. "But you love it," he reminded her, wrapping his arm more firmly around her waist.

Y/n pretended to be annoyed for a moment longer before breaking into a smile. "Yeah, I guess I do."

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓽-𝓲𝓼𝓱, 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓾𝓷𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓮𝔁 (𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓭𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽), 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓪𝓯𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮, 𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓵 (𝓕𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰), 𝓹 𝓲𝓷 𝓿, 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓼𝓮𝔁 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓵𝔂

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2419

𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 9 𝓶𝓲𝓷 32 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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"Hey, San," Y/n called out as she walked into the living room where San was lounging on the couch, a smile on her face. "Can you come here for a second?"

San looked up from his phone, his eyebrows raising in curiosity. "Sure," he said, his voice curious as he set his phone down. He got up and walked over to where Y/n was standing. "What's up?"

Y/n's heart was pounding in her chest, her palms sweaty with excitement and nerves. She took a deep breath and looked up at San, a small smile on her face. "Can I ask you for a favor?"

San tilted his head to the side, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Depends on the favor," he said, a hint of mischief in his tone. "What do you need?"

Y/n took another deep breath, summoning her courage. "I was wondering if you could... help me with something," she said, her voice a little shaky. "It's kind of... intimate."

San raised an eyebrow at her words, his smirk growing wider. "Intimate, huh?" he purred, his voice dropping an octave. "Now you have my full attention."

Y/n's cheeks flushed at his response, but she pushed on, her determination growing. "I was wondering if you could... help me unwind if you know what I mean," she said, her eyes meeting his meaningfully.

San's expression darkened at her words, his eyes flicking down to her body and back up to her face. "Is that so?" he said, his voice low and husky. "And how would you like me to help you unwind, hm?"

Y/n stepped closer to him, her body practically humming with anticipation. "I was thinking... maybe you could use your hands," she said, her voice a little breathless. "And your mouth."

San's eyes darkened even further at her words, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. "Is that a command, princess?" he asked, his voice a little rough as he reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her flush against him.

Y/n shivered at the way he said 'princess,' her heart fluttering in her chest. "It's a request," she said, tilting her head back to look up at him. "But a very... passionate one."

San smirked down at her, his hands moving to her backside and squeezing firmly. "Well, I never could say no to you, especially when you're being so shameless," he said, his voice deep and sultry.

Y/n let out a small gasp at the feeling of his hands on her body, her skin prickling with pleasure. "Good," she whispered, her eyes locked on his as she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Because I don't want you to say no."

San's grip on her tightened, and he pulled her even closer, his body pressing against hers. "Trust me, princess," he said, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "I have absolutely no intention of saying no."

San's hands moved to the hem of her shirt, his fingers sliding beneath the fabric and against her bare skin. She shivered at the feeling of his rough palms against her soft flesh. He tugged at the shirt, his voice a low growl. "Take this off."

Y/n complied, lifting her arms above her head so that San could pull the shirt off. He tossed it aside, his eyes raking over her exposed skin. "So beautiful," he murmured, his hands resuming their explorations of her body.

His lips found her neck, lips, and teeth grazing against her sensitive skin. She let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back instinctively, giving him more access to her throat. His hands squeezed her hips, pulling her even closer.

"You drive me insane, you know that?" he muttered against her neck, his voice thick with desire. "The way you look, the sounds you make, it's like you're trying to drive me crazy on purpose."

Y/n let out a shaky laugh, her body arching into his touch. "Maybe I am," she admitted, her voice a breathless whisper. "Maybe I like being able to make you lose your composure."

San chuckled against her skin, his fingers tracing over her back, feeling the way her body shivered under his touch. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips moving up to her ear. "Thinking you can get me all worked up like this."

San's hands found the waistband of her pants, his fingers slipping under the elastic. "As tempting as it is to tease you some more," he said, his voice a low rumble against her ear, "I think both of us are far too worked up for that."

Y/n let out a small whimper, her body already buzzing with excitement. "You're probably right," she admitted, her voice shaky. "We both know we can't hold out much longer anyway."

San smirked, his lips pressing against her jawline. "That's what I thought," he purred, his hands tugging at her pants, sliding them down over her hips. "I can't wait any longer. I need you, here and now."

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, her body quivering with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. "Please, San, I need you too."

He picked her up, practically tossing her onto the nearest surface - a sofa - and swiftly moving to kneel between her legs. His hands gripped her hips, his eyes raking over her body hungrily. "Gods, you're gorgeous," he mumbled, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's cheeks flushed at his words, her body arching towards him as her hands reached up to tug at the hem of his shirt. "You're one to talk," she murmured, her fingers tracing over his abs. "Have you seen yourself?"

San chuckled softly, his hands moving to her thighs, spreading her legs even further apart. He leaned down, his lips trailing a line of kisses up her inner thigh. "Not as amazing as you," he mumbled against her skin.

Y/n's breath hitched at the feeling of his lips on her skin, her hands gripping the couch beneath her as she fought the urge to writhe under his touch. "San, please," she whispered, her voice pleading. "Stop teasing me."

San's lips curled into a small smirk against her skin, and he nipped at the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. "But I love teasing you," he purred, his fingers gripping her hips firmly. "I love watching you squirm and hearing those needy little sounds you make."

Y/n groaned, her head falling back against the couch as his words sent a wave of heat through her body. "You're evil, you know that?" she gasped, her hands clenching tighter in the fabric of the couch. "You're enjoying this way too much."

San chuckled again, his breath hot against her skin. "Maybe," he admitted, his lips moving higher on her thigh. "But then again, you're not complaining too loudly are you?"

San's lips finally reached their target, finding her sweet spot and making Y/n gasp and arch her back in pleasure. "Oh gods," she managed to gasp out, her hands finding his hair and gripping tightly.

San hummed against her, his tongue swirling around her most sensitive area, his hands holding her thighs firmly in place. "You taste so good, princess," he murmured, his voice dripping with desire.

Y/n gasped as his tongue continued to work its magic, her fingers fisting in his hair as pleasure coursed through her body. "San... I'm so close..." she managed to gasp out, her body trembling with anticipation.

San responded by increasing his tempo, his tongue working more insistently against her. He wanted her to come undone before he even got to the main course. "Come for me, princess," he muttered against her, his voice thick with desire. "Let go. I want to taste you."

Y/n couldn't hold on for much longer, and San's words were the final push she needed. She cried out as her climax hit her, her body shaking and trembling beneath his touch. San continued to work her through her orgasm, his lips and tongue helping her ride out the waves of pleasure.

When she finally collapsed back against the couch, panting and utterly spent, San pulled away from her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You're delicious," he said, his voice dripping with pride.

Y/n could only manage a weak whimper in response, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. "That... was... amazing," she managed to gasp out, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him.

San chuckled, crawling up her body to rest above her, his hands resting on either side of her head. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, his voice cocky but affectionate. "Because we're not done yet."

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, her body still sensitive and buzzing with pleasure. "We're not?" she asked, her voice a little hoarse.

San shook his head, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. "Not even close," he said, his eyes dark and hungry as he looked down at her. "I have so much more I want to do to you."

Y/n shivered at his words, her body already stirring in response to his heated gaze. "What do you have in mind?" she asked, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

San's hands moved to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her flush against him. "I want to hear those pretty little noises you make some more," he murmured, his lips trailing a line of kisses down her neck. "And I want to make you scream my name."

San's patience was finally running thin, and he wasted no more time in delving into the main course. In an instant, he was over her, his lips crashing down on hers in a desperate kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, exploring every inch of her as his body pressed hers into the couch.

Y/n let out a small gasp at the sudden intensity, but she quickly responded in kind, her tongue tangling with his. Her hands moved up his back, digging her nails into his skin as she pulled him even closer.

San groaned at the feel of her nails on his skin, his body shuddering in pleasure against hers. He broke the kiss, his lips moving to her ear as his hips ground against hers, creating a delicious friction between them.

Y/n gasped at the sensation, her body arching up against him, seeking more friction. Her body was still sensitive from her previous climax, and the feeling of his body pressed against hers was almost too much.

"God, you're so responsive," San growled in her ear, his voice low and rough with desire. "I could take you right here, right now and you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

Y/n let out a needy whimper at his words, her body already aflame with want. "Yes," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Please, San, I want you so badly."

San's growl turned feral at her words, and without warning, he grabbed her hips and flipped them so that she was straddling his lap. "Then take me," he said, his voice thick with need. "Take what you want, princess."

Y/n barely had a moment to register the change in position before she sank down onto him, her body instantly clenching tightly around his hardness. She let out a low, guttural moan, her head falling back in ecstasy.

San's hands gripped her hips tightly, his eyes closed in pleasure as he felt her body surrounding him. "You're so tight," he gasped out, his voice hoarse. "So perfect."

Y/n lifted herself up, her hips grinding down on him as she rode him at a slow, torturous pace. "It feels so good," she gasped out, her hands braced on his chest. "I don't want it to ever stop."

San's grip on her hips grew tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. "Then don't stop," he groaned, his body quivering with pleasure. "Take what you want, darling. I'm all yours."

Y/n continued to move above him, her body moving on instinct as she sought more pleasure. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed as she focused solely on the feeling of him inside her. "I won't last much longer," she gasped out, her voice shaky. "You're driving me insane."

San's breaths came out in ragged pants, his body trembling with the effort it took to hold himself back. "Come for me again," he growled, his eyes locked on hers. "I want to feel you lose control."

Y/n's body was already on the brink, and his words set her over the edge. She let out a cry, her body tensing as she shattered around him.

San's own release followed immediately after, his body arching beneath her as he spilled himself into her. He let out a guttural moan, his fingers gripping her hips so tightly that she was sure there would be bruises later.

Y/n collapsed forward onto his chest, her body thrumming with pleasure and exhaustion. The only sound in the room was their ragged breaths, both of them trying to come down from the height of their release.

San's arms wrapped around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "That... was amazing," he panted, his voice hoarse. "You're amazing."

Y/n let out a soft chuckle, her face buried in his chest. "You're not so bad yourself," she mumbled, her body still quivering in the aftermath of their pleasure. "I don't think I can move."

San let out a small chuckle as well, his fingers tracing idly over her back. "That's a good thing," he said, his voice teasing. "Because I plan on keeping you right here in my lap for a while longer."

Y/n let out a content murmur at his words, nuzzling even further into his chest. "Mmm, that sounds nice," she said, her voice soft and sleepy. "Just don't let me fall asleep here. I don't think my back will appreciate it in the morning."

San chuckled again, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Don't worry, I've got you," he murmured, his voice affectionate. "We'll just stay here a little while longer and then I'll carry you to bed."

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𝓒𝔀: 𝓤𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓨/𝓷, 𝓯𝓮𝓶! 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓯𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓶𝓲-𝓼𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓭𝓸𝓶! 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸, 𝓼𝓾𝓫! 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻, 𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰

𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2,893

𝓔𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮: 11 𝓶𝓲𝓷 19 𝓼𝓮𝓬

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Jongho and Y/n have been dating for a few months, and they're in a long-distance relationship. Despite being apart, they make an effort to stay connected through phone calls, video chats, and messages. One day, Jongho surprises Y/n by appearing outside her apartment unannounced, holding a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a big smile on his face.

Jongho stood outside Y/n's apartment building, hiding behind a pillar and waited for her to walk out. His heart was beating faster as he clutched the bouquet he was holding, trying to calm himself down. He had been planning this surprise visit for weeks, and he hoped that Y/n would be shocked and happy to see him.

As soon as he saw her coming out the door, his face lit up, and he stepped out from behind the pillar, revealing himself. "Surprise!" he said, holding up the flowers with a grin.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock as she spotted Jongho standing there, holding the bouquet. She couldn't believe it. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise and elation.

Jongho chuckled, his smile widening. "I couldn't wait any longer," he said, taking a few steps towards her. "I missed you too much."

Y/n smiled back, her heart swelling with happiness. She couldn't believe that he had come all the way just to see her, unannounced. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest.

Jongho hugged her tightly, his arms wrapping around her and holding her close. He inhaled the scent of her hair, feeling a sense of comfort and familiarity that he had been craving. "I missed you so much," he murmured, his voice a little rougher than usual.

Y/n nodded against his chest, her arms tightening around him. "I missed you too," she said, her voice muffled against his shirt. She didn't want to let go, she wanted to stay in his embrace forever.

Jongho pulled back slightly, still holding her close, and looked down at her face. "You look even more beautiful than I remembered," he said, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

Y/n blushed at his words, feeling her heartbeat quicken at his touch. She couldn't believe how effortlessly charming he was, making her feel like the only girl in the world.

 "You flatterer," she said, her voice a little shaky. "You don't look so bad yourself."

After their initial embrace, Jongho remembered the flowers he had been holding. He held up the bouquet, a sheepish look on his face. "Oh, right, these are for you," he said, offering the flowers to her.

Y/n beamed, taking the flowers from him. "They're beautiful," she said, bringing them up to her nose to sniff them. "You remembered my favorite."

Jongho smiled, pleased that he had picked the right flowers. "Of course I remembered," he said, watching fondly as she admired the bouquet. "I know your favorite color, your favorite food, and your favorite flower."

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, a smile on her lips. "Show-off," she teased, but there was affection in her voice. "You really are too good to be true, you know that?"

Jongho chuckled, taking her hand in his. "I just pay attention to the things that are important to me," he said, his thumb tracing a pattern on her wrist. "And you're the most important thing in my life."

Y/n's heart fluttered at his words, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have him in her life. "You have a way with words, you know that?" she said, her hand tightening around his.

Jongho smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Well, I have to use something besides my good looks to keep your attention, don't I?" he joked.

Y/n laughed, shaking her head. "As if you need to," she said, bumping his shoulder playfully with hers. "Your good looks are more than enough to keep me interested, trust me."

Jongho chuckled, his arm wrapping around her shoulder and pulling her closer to his side. "Good to know," he said, planting a kiss on the top of her head. "But I also know that you like it when I say sweet things to you, don't deny it."

Y/n leaned into his side, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his presence. "Okay, okay, you got me," she admitted, tilting her head to look up at him. "I do like it when you say sweet things. It makes me feel all gooey inside."

Jongho grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her admission. "I can say sweet things all day if it makes you feel like that," he said, his arm around her shoulders tightening. "But I was hoping I could do more than just say sweet things to you right now."

Y/n raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, and what did you have in mind?" she asked, her tone teasing.

Jongho's gaze darkened at her playful tone, and he turned to face her fully, his hands coming up to rest on her hips. "Well, I was thinking I could show you how much I've missed you," he said, his voice lower and huskier.

Y/n's breath hitched at his words, her skin prickling with awareness at his touch. "Is that so?" she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Mhmm," Jongho hummed, his thumbs tracing circles on her hips, making her skin tingle. "I've missed the way you smell," he said, leaning down to brush his nose against her neck. He inhaled deeply, his breath hot on her skin. "And the way you taste," he added, his lips grazing her pulse point.

"Then we should go inside then, I don't want my neighbors to see me like this" Y/n says breathlessly.

Jongho chuckled, reluctantly pulling away from her neck. "You're right," he said, his hands still on her hips. "As much as I'd like to have you right here, right now, I don't think your neighbors would appreciate the show."

Y/n laughed, her cheeks flushed and her heart racing. "Yeah, probably not the best idea," she agreed, her hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "Let's go inside, where we can have a little more privacy."

Jongho took her hand and interlaced their fingers, a cocky smirk on his lips. "I guess that means we'll have to pick up where we left off in the privacy of your apartment then," he said, his voice full of promise.

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, her mind already wandering to all the things they could do in the privacy of her apartment. She squeezed his hand, her heart racing with anticipation. "Come on then," she said, tugging him towards the entrance of her building.

Jongho followed her, his hand squeezing hers back. He was feeling the same mixture of excitement and anticipation, his own heart racing at the thought of finally having her alone. As they walked into the building and waited for the elevator, he couldn't help but cast a sidelong glance at her, taking in her flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.

Once they were finally in the elevator and the doors closed behind them, Jongho couldn't resist pulling her close, his arms wrapping around her waist. He pressed her against the wall of the elevator, his body molding to hers. "I don't know how I survived all this time without touching you," he muttered, his hands roaming over her body.

Y/n gasped at the sudden contact, her body reacting instantly to his touch. Her hands came up to rest on his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "I could say the same thing," she breathed, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "It was torture not being able to touch you for so long."

Jongho reluctantly pulled away from her, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment. "Duty calls," he joked, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped out onto the floor, Y/n leading the way to her apartment.

As they walked down the hallway, Y/n fumbled with her keys as she tried to unlock the door, her hands shaking slightly. Jongho stood behind her, his arms snaking around her waist, his breath hot on her neck. "Having trouble?" he teased, his lips brushing against her ear.

Y/n let out a breathless laugh, shivering at his touch. "Shut up," she said, finally finding the right key and unlocking the door. "It's hard to concentrate when you're distracting me like that."

Jongho chuckled, his hands moving to her hips as he followed her inside the apartment, closing the door behind them. "That's the whole point, baby," he said, his voice low and seductive. "I want to distract you, and I want you to be unable to think of anything except me."

Y/n let out a shaky breath, her body responding to his words and his touch. "You're doing a very good job of it," she managed to say, her hands coming up to rest on his chest as he pulled her closer to him. "I can never think straight when you're around."

With a self-satisfied smile, Jongho backed her up against the nearest wall, pinning her there with his body. "Good," he said, his hands moving up to grasp her wrists and pin them above her head. "Because I have no intention of letting you think straight for the rest of the night."

Y/n's heart thudded in her chest as he pressed her against the wall, her wrists trapped in his grasp. His body was hard and warm against hers, the heat from his skin seeping through their clothes. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a gasp as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the sensitive spot on her neck.

"Hmm, I've missed how you sound when you make those cute little noises," he purred against her skin, his lips and tongue trailing a path down to her collarbone. His hands were still holding her wrists captive above her head, keeping her pinned against the wall.

Y/n writhed against him, her body arching against his, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Jongho," she gasped out, her voice ragged. "Please, let me touch you."

Jongho chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "Patience, baby," he said, his lips moving back up to her ear. "I want to savor this. I want to take my time and make sure you feel every single thing."

Y/n groaned, her head falling back against the wall as he continued to kiss and nip at her neck, his body pressing even tighter against hers. "You're torturing me," she breathed, her wrists straining against his grip.

"That's the point, baby," he repeated, enjoying the way her body was responding to him. "I want you to be desperate for me, begging for my touch. I want to drive you crazy." He bit down on her earlobe, his hands squeezing her wrists.

Y/n whimpered at the sting of pain mixed with pleasure, her body arching against him. "God, you're evil," she moaned, her eyes squeezed shut. "You know what that does to me."

"Oh, I know," Jongho said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "And I'm going to do it again. And again. And again, until you can't remember your own name." He nipped at her neck again, harder this time, his tongue soothing the spot right after.

Y/n let out a strangled cry, her body squirming under his onslaught. She couldn't help the way her hips bucked against him, seeking friction and release from the tension building inside her. "Please," she gasped, her voice pleading. "I can't take it anymore. I need you."

"I know you do," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. "And you'll get me, baby. But first, I want to hear you say it. Say my name. Say how much you want me." He increased the pressure of his body against hers, pinning her more firmly to the wall.

Y/n whined, her body trembling with need. "Jongho," she gasped, her voice ragged. "I want you. I need you. Please, touch me. Please."

Jongho hummed, clearly pleased with her response. "There you go," he said, his lips grazing her jawline. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" As he spoke, he released her wrists, bringing one hand down to cup her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Now, I'm going to ask you something, and I want an honest answer."

Y/n looked up at him, her eyes wide and her skin flushed. "What is it?" she asked, her breath still coming in short, quick gasps.

Jongho's hand moved from her chin to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing along her bottom lip. "Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically serious.

Y/n's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. "Of course I do," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos of emotions swirling inside her. "I trust you completely."

The corners of Jongho's lips quirked up into a satisfied smile. "Good," he said, his hand drifting down to her neck, his fingers wrapping around it possessively. "Because I have something I want to try, and I need to know that you'll let me."

Y/n shivered at the possessive touch, her pulse quickening under his fingers. "What do you want to try?" she asked, her voice betraying her nerves in spite of her trust in him.

Jongho's gaze darkened as he looked at her, his fingers applying a slight pressure to her neck. "I want to try something a little rougher than usual," he said, his voice lowering into a murmur. "Something that will push your limits. But I need to know that you'll tell me if it's too much for you."

Y/n's heart thudded in her chest, but she kept her gaze locked with his. "I trust you," she repeated. "I'll tell you if it's too much. But I want to try it."

Jongho's grip on her neck tightened just a fraction, but not enough to cause pain. "That's my girl," he said, his voice filled with approval. "Then get on your knees."

Y/n's breath hitched at his command, a rush of heat pooling in her belly. Without hesitating, she sank to her knees, looking up at him with a mixture of obedience and anticipation.

Jongho watched as she sank to her knees, a wave of satisfaction washing over him. "Good girl," he said, his hand coming up to tangle in her hair. "Now, keep your eyes on me. I want to see your reactions, every single one."

Y/n nodded, her eyes fixed on his face, trying to ignore the sudden throb between her legs. She was at his mercy now, and she was both thrilled and a little bit scared.

Jongho's hand tightened in her hair, pulling her head back just a fraction so that her neck was exposed to him. "You look so good like this," he said, his voice a low growl. "So vulnerable. All mine."

Y/n's spine tingled at the dominance in his voice, her body responding to him even more. "I am yours," she replied, her voice soft and submissive. "Completely and utterly yours."

Jongho's hand was still tangled in Y/n's hair, holding her in place as he looked down at her. The sight of her on her knees, so submissive and open to him, was driving him wild with desire. "You look so beautiful like this," he repeated, his voice rough.

Jongho's hand in her hair was the only thing keeping her from swooning, her body thrumming with desire. She was completely vulnerable and at his mercy, and the knowledge sent a thrill through her body. "Please," she gasped out, her voice thick with need. "I need you."

Jongho's grasp in her hair tightened further, pulling her head back even more. "Need or want?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "There's a difference, baby."

Y/n's breath hitched at the possessive tone in his voice, her body quivering with anticipation. "Need," she gasped out. "I need you, Jongho. I need you so badly it hurts."

Jongho's eyes darkened at her words, his restraint faltering for a moment. "Good answer," he said, his voice a low growl. He leaned down towards her, his face hovering right above hers. "But how badly do you need me?"

Y/n's heart thumped against her ribcage, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "So badly, I can't even think straight," she admitted, her eyes locked with his. "I need you more than oxygen."

Y/n's body was humming with need, every nerve ending on fire as she waited for Jongho to make the next move. She was so close to the edge, her body practically trembling with anticipation. "Please," she whispered, her voice breaking with desperation. "Please, Jongho, I can't take it anymore."

I’m going to leave it here on a cliffhanger, You can use your imagination for the rest 🙂

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