Height of Temptation

"Careful with the boxes, will you?" Juhyeok scolded as he watched Donghyuk attempting to carry one of the big boxes with the heavy stuff from the trunk of the pickup truck. “I’d prefer having my stuff intact and placed in alphabetical order, please and thank you.”

“Oh, my goooood. They have labels on ‘em. You’re doing too much!” his friend, Donghyuk, whined exasperated, throwing his head back, but ended up putting the box containing the cutlery on the pile with labels starting with the letter C.

“It’s called being organised, Donghyuk. Try it.” Juhyeok replied, passing him another box.

“Be grateful I sacrificed two hours of my beauty sleep to help your short ass move in,” Donghyuk retorted sassily.

Juhyeok’s face turned red with embarrassment. “I’m not that short!”

“Bro, you have boxes twice your size and height. Why else do you need me, your tall and handsome friend, for? Surely it’s not for aesthetics. But then again, I wouldn’t blame you if that was the reason.”

“Keep talking shit and you’ll lose your short person privileges, mother fucker. Good luck trying to grab stuff you can’t reach under your bed with your human flagpole having ass.”

“Please, I can dress you up like Pinocchio and fit you inside a suit and succeed in convincing people that you’re a realistic-looking puppet.”

“Eat a dick, Donghyuk,” he growled, flipping the bird at him, before offloading the last of his boxes from the truck.

“Love you too, Juju.” Donghyuk playfully blew him a kiss, closing the door to the trunk of the truck.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with the two of them moving back and forth, bickering with each other as they were moving Juhyeok’s stuff up to his new studio apartment.

“You'd better pay me extra for this, Juhyeok,” Donghyuk groaned as they exited the elevator.

“For what? Being a pain in my ass?” he arched an eyebrow.

“For all this labour. I’m busting my back over here when I should be playing Overwatch.”

“You could have just said no when I asked.”

“I know. I just love complaining and making it your problem.” Donghyuk said, batting his eyes, feigning innocence, which made Juhyeok roll his eyes.

They grabbed the last of Juhyeok’s boxes and made their way back inside the apartment building.

“But out of curiosity, why move to Seoul?” Donghyuk’s playful tone now turned serious but laced with curiosity. “I mean, you could still practise teaching back on Jeju Island without moving your entire life here.”

Juhyeok pressed the button on the elevator, his expression in deep thought. It was true that he could have pursued teaching back on Jeju Island. After all, there were some good and reputable colleges he could have gotten into. He was even offered a full-time lecturer position at the college he attended, but ended up turning it down. So many options, but he opted to move to Seoul instead.

“I’d been thinking about leaving Jeju for quite some time,” Juhyeok answered. “Don’t get me wrong, I love Jeju. Home is home, but…” he trailed off into a brief pause. “I dunno. I wanted a change in scenery and to find better opportunities. Plus, I’ll get to specialise more in literature. Staying in Jeju would feel like I’m settling on staying stagnant.”

Donghyuk nodded, conceding to his explanation. “Sounds on brand for you. You’ve always been the perfectionist. From grades down to your looks.”

“It’s not being a perfectionist if you have standards and refusing to settle for mediocrity.” He rolled his eyes. “And I love being presentable. People take me seriously that way.”

“Yeah, but not enough to get you laid.” Donghyuk reminded him.

“Hey!” Juhyeok kicked his ass, his face already flushed.

“What? It’s true. Mark is a socially awkward mess, yet somehow he got more girls than you since freshman year.”

“Okay, first off, I have had sex. Second, even if that were true, I want something long-term and sustainable. Not a quick fuck just because I don’t have the patience to not stick my dick in anything that breathes and has a vagina like someone I know.” Juhyeok gave him a pointed look. “Besides, most women prefer dating someone they can look up to. Not the other way around.”

The elevator finally opened, and they both stepped inside.

“So in other words, the girls are not girling,” Donghyuk concluded.

“That’s not even a real word,” Juhyeok deadpanned, glaring over the edge of the box.

“You’re not even a real word.” Donghyuk stuck his tongue out at him while pressing the button to take them to the sixth floor, where Juhyeok’s apartment was.

Right when Juhyeok was about to throw another retort at his friend, the doors slid open again, and a young woman slipped inside, brushing past him with the faint scent of vanilla and something floral. She stood between him and Donghyuk.

She was tall. Tall enough to make Juhyeok instinctively stiffen his shoulders and become self-conscious. His gaze flickered towards her side profile, taking in her doll-like features, her long, sleek, dark hair, and the nonchalant way she scrolled through her phone, as if she hadn’t just disrupted the air in the cramped elevator.

They both shared a look. Donghyuk raised his eyebrows and mouthed a silent bro, but Juhyeok’s only response was adjusting the heavy box in his arms and looking away, ears burning.

“Sixth floor?”

Juhyeok looked up and saw that she already had her gaze fixed on him.

Oh God. She’s staring. She’s staring. She’s staring.

“Yeah,” he internally cringed at the way his voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “Yeah. That’s where we’re heading.”

“Same,” She smiled, showing her perfectly straight and white teeth.

Donghyuk feigned a gasp, giving Juhyeok a shit eating grin. “Same floor? What are the odds?”

The girl gave a polite smile before turning her gaze back to her phone. They spent the rest of the ride in silence. Juhyeok tried not to stare, think about the fact that she smelled better than anything he owned, and definitely tried not to think about how fast his heart was racing for a person he had just met.

The rest of the ride was spent in silence, with the tall lady occupied on her phone and the two guys standing like a bunch of statues on either side of her. Donghyuk signalled Juhyeok to make a move on her, but he stood beside her, frozen, eyes fixed on the floor indicator like it held the secrets of the universe.

Finally, after what felt like forever, they finally reached the sixth floor. As soon as the doors opened, Juhyeok scurried out. Donghyuk gave the girl an apologetic smile before chasing after his overly flustered friend.

By the time he caught up with him, Juhyeok was already at his door, fumbling his fingers against the keypad.

By the time Donghyuk caught up with him, Juhyeok was already at his door, fumbling his fingers against the keypad.

“Dude, relax. You’re acting like a teenage boy seeing and talking to a girl for the first time,” Donghyuk drawled, leaning against the wall with a smirk already plastered on his face.

Juhyeok cursed under his breath when the keypad beeped red, indicating that he had messed up his passcode. He put down the box to wipe off the sweat on his jeans and tried again.

“What happened, Mr Standards? All that talk about not settling, but one look at a hot chick and one whiff of vanilla perfume and you’re malfunctioning and rebooting your systems.” Donghyuk chuckled.

“Piss off,” Juhyeok flipped him off, finally punching the right code, and the door clicked open and started bringing the boxes inside.

“Come on! The set-up was perfect! Classic elevator proximity trope. You could have recreated the elevator scene from 50 Shades of Grey. And you just stood there looking like you were going to pass out.”

“Hell no! That shit will end with me getting a black eye, my nuts kicked, and me ending up on a sex offender registry!”

“Not unless she’s a booktok girl.”

“You’re a heathen.”

“And you’re the most virgin non-virgin I’ve ever met in my life—“

“That’s not even a word—“

“Not everyone is dumb enough to ignore fate handing them a tall, gorgeous, fine shit who just happens to live on the same floor as them.”

“If—and that’s a big if—that were the case, it’s not like she lives right next to me.”

The universe, apparently a comedian, decided to prove him wrong immediately. Footsteps clicked down the hall, and the lady from the elevator walked right past them. Without so much as a glance, she stopped at the door beside his, tapped in her passcode, and disappeared inside.

Silence.

Donghyuk blinked once, then doubled over in laughter. Juhyeok just stood frozen, staring at the door like it had personally betrayed him.

 “So…” Donghyuk cackled, wiping a tear from his eye and clearing his throat. “Does that answer your question?”

Juhyeok groaned, throwing his head back. “Kill me now.”

“Gladly,” Donghyuk said, entering the apartment. “But not before I get front-row seats to your awkward neighbourly interactions.”

A week passed, and Juhyeok was almost convinced that the elevator incident was a one-off. He hadn’t seen the mystery lady since, which was both a relief and a disappointment. Relief because he was spared from reliving that first meeting altogether. Disappointment because, well… she was hauntingly beautiful. And smelled like those luxury perfumes were worth more than his kidneys.

Juhyeok walked into the elevator, already looking like he was going to pass out from exhaustion at any moment. Donghyuk had bailed on helping him unpack—something about his “social battery depleting”—so he spent the greater part of his weekend unpacking and sorting out the chaos in his apartment. Barely got a wink of sleep and barely made it on time for his first lecture.

His shoes were polished to perfection, slacks pressed and creased within an inch of their life. The white button-down shirt was neatly tucked beneath his grey cardigan, and his dark hair trimmed into a clean crew cut without a strand of hair sticking out.  Even as he stepped into the elevator, he had to check himself in the mirror to make sure he looked organised and put together despite just arriving home after a long day at college.

Just as he was about to hit the number six button, the universe decided to try him one more time, and lo and behold, she entered the elevator, her vanilla perfume wafting its way into his nostrils.

Well fuck me sideways. I guess we’re doing this.

“Hi,” her voice cut through his inner babble.

Juhyeok blinked. “’Hi’ me?” he asked, pointing at himself.

She nodded, a soft and friendly smile tugging the corners of her lips.

“Hey,” he said, cringing at the way his voice cracked once again. He was convinced that the world hated him.

“Sixth floor?”

 “Uh—yeah. Yeah, sixth. You… remember?”

She shrugged lightly. “Hard not to, considering your friend was shouting about ‘fate’ in the hallway.”

Juhyeok wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole. But not before dragging Donghyuk with him. “He’s… loud.”

Her lips twitched, the barest hint of amusement. “So, I noticed.”

Silence settled for a beat. Juhyeok fixated his eyes on the glowing floor numbers because looking at her in nothing but a simple, floral white dress and her hair tied into a messy bun with a few strands of her hair framing her face felt like a crime. Then, out of nowhere, she added:

“You moved in last week, right? How’s unpacking?”

“Oh—uh,” he stammered, not expecting that she was actively engaging him. “Slow. Still living out of boxes. My kitchen looks like an apocalypse zone.”

This time, she smiled properly. “That’s normal. Took me two months to stop eating instant noodles when I moved in.”

He chuckled, feeling the tension leave his shoulder. “Yeah… moving is not easy.”

“I’m Wonyoung,” she extended her hand to him.

“Wonyoung…” he said, letting the name roll on his tongue as he took her hand and gave it a firm handshake.

She stared at him expectantly. “Oh, shit! My name,” he stammered. “Juhyeok. It’s Juhyeok. Your new neighbour.”

She giggled. “I know. I saw the boxes outside your apartment when you first moved here.”

“Right, right,” he chuckled, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

He noticed that he was still shaking her hand, and his face turned red, quickly withdrawing it, muttering a quick apology before turning away from her.

“So, where are you coming from, Neighbour Boy?” she asked.

“Work. It was… my first day.”

“Oh? How was it?”

“A lot,” he laughed breathlessly. “Trying to get used to the idea that I’m a full-time college professor.”

“What class do you teach?”

“Literature.

Wonyoung slowly nodded her head. “I thought as much. The outfit was a dead giveaway.”

Juhyeok arched his eyebrow, turning to the mirror to observe himself in the mirror of the elevator, then turning back to her. “My outfit is not limited to just college professors, you know?”

“True. But something about your outfit screams academia,” she teased. “I feel like literature people and bookworms go for looks that say you read more than you go out.”

He chuckled, amused. “You seem to know your stuff.”

“Of course I do. I’m a model,” she replied.

The elevator doors opened, reaching their floor.

“That somehow makes sense,” Juhyeok commented as they stepped out of the elevator.

“How so?” she asked.

“I mean, you have the face for it,” He said. “Plus, you’re….”

“Tall?” she finished for him.

“Well… yeah. It is one of the basic prerequisites required for that line of work, along with good looks and being an attractive woman. And you definitely check all the boxes.”

Wonyoung tilted her head slightly, a teasing smirk making its way to the corners of her lips. “Careful. Saying things like that might make a girl wonder if you’re checking other boxes.”

Juhyeok’s face immediately turned crimson. “Oh, no! I wasn’t, I mean I didn’t mean—,” he rambled, waving his hands. “I wasn’t trying to be too forward or anything. Just stating facts.”

“That you find me attractive?”

“Yes. I mean no! I mean—”

Wonyoung covered her mouth as she laughed. Juhyeok pouted, realising that she was just messing with him before he joined in on the laughter.

“Well, I should leave you to rest and get your house in order,” she said, turning to leave. “I’ll see you around.”

“W-wait,” he called out, stopping her in her tracks.

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say.

“Would you… Like to go grab a drink with me sometime,” he asked. “Not right way. I still need to finish unpacking. But when I do and when you’re free.”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” she asked, her smirk widening.

“Yes! I mean no! Maybe?” he replied sheepishly.

She giggled. “How ‘bout this? I help out with unpacking and call it a date.”

Juhyeok’s eyes widened. “Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You don’t have to—”

“But I want to,” she insisted. “Plus, I get to spend more time with you.”

His heart skipped a beat as the words ‘I get to spend more time with you’ replayed in his head like a broken record. He opened his mouth, attempting to say something—anything—but the words were stuck in his throat.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” she chuckled, shutting his mouth with her forefinger. “It’s a date.”

“Y-yeah,” he answered, finally finding his voice.

Wonyoung gave him one final smile before walking off, leaving him alone in the hallway with his thoughts.

True to her word, Wonyoung came by and helped him out that weekend. What was supposed to be a quick hour or so of unpacking and organising turned into an entire day of conversation, laughter, and Wonyoung playfully insisting that a colour-coded system was far superior to his preferred alphabetical order, arguing that it was "more efficient and, frankly, much sexier."

Weeks later, she dragged him out for a late-night walk around the neighbourhood, promising that it was only going to be an hour and that he could “go back to reading Shakespeare or Twilight before midnight”—which led to the first thirty minutes or so of Juhyeok lecturing her about the difference between literature and “commercially successful teenage fanfiction with sparkles.”

“Come on! It’s a timeless work about love, sacrifice, and glittering abs.” Wonyoung laughed.

“Right. Because an emotionally stunted vampire falling in love with a seventeen-year-old and a werewolf imprinting with their child by the end of the series just because he didn’t end up with the protagonist is peak fiction.” Juhyeok deadpanned, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

“So you’ve read Twilight.”

“Only because I couldn’t escape my students referencing it and Fifty Shades in their essays. And I miss the person I was before.”

Wonyoung laughed, linking her arm around his as her head found its way onto his shoulder.

One late-night walk soon turned into several late-night walks. Random texts during the day. Random visits to each other's apartments, catching up on their day. Nights spent bickering over movies and books on his couch over soju and takeout.

Time slipped into a comfortable rhythm, and weeks effortlessly blurred into months. In the easy cadence of their growing friendship, Juhyeok found the sharp edges of his formality softening. The tension he once carried around Wonyoung gradually melted away, replaced by a familiar ease that felt as natural as breathing.

Over the course of a few nights, Juhyeok was grading essays in his apartment when a soft knock interrupted his work. He opened the door to find his neighbour, Wonyoung, standing in the hallway. She was dressed in comfortable shorts and a loose crop top that slipped off one shoulder, revealing a pale collarbone.

Juhyeok's heart raced uncharacteristically as he took in the sight of her. The casual outfit accentuated her long legs and the gentle curve of her waist, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and an unwelcome flutter of something deeper.

I’m in big trouble now, he thought as his eyes wandered further before he could stop himself.

“Do you... happen to have any AA batteries?” her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Mine just died.”

Juhyeok arched an eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee. "What do you need them for?" he inquired.

"My vibrator," she stated plainly.

Juhyeok choked on his drink. “You couldn't just say flashlight?” he managed between coughs.

Wonyoung smirked. “Why lie? You're my neighbour, not my priest.”

"Right. Asking your neighbour for batteries to get your vibrator working is peak normal behaviour," Juhyeok replied, his tone thick with dry sarcasm as he stepped aside to let her into his apartment.

"Well, it's not like I can go to the store at this hour," she said, stepping inside. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the stacks of papers and books that cluttered his space. "Besides, it's more fun to embarrass you."

"Of course it is," he said, rolling his eyes. "Make yourself comfortable while I search for the batteries."

"Can't you just give me the ones in your TV remote?" she asked.

"Hell no," he shot back.

She laughed and settled onto his couch, watching him rummage through a drawer. "Come on, don't be stingy," she teased. Her gaze drifted around the apartment before returning to him.

"New batteries are cheaper than the mental image of the ones in my TV remote being repurposed for your self-pleasuring device. Thank you very much."

She burst out laughing. "You're so fucking dramatic," she said, shaking her head as she stretched out comfortably on the couch. "So, do you have them or not?" Her voice was playful as she watched him bend over to continue his search.

"Still looking," he replied. “Why do you even have it anyway? I’d think a pretty girl like you has men lining up for you.”

Wonyoung hummed, leaning against the couch. “Well, you’re not wrong. It’s just that some of the men I’ve been with were either boring in bed or kept using the same trick over and over again because it worked the first time,” she answered. “Like yes. You have successfully given me a toe-curling orgasm with that move the first time, but it’s not going to work the next dozen times. Like, give me a variety, please and thank you.”

Juhyeok chuckled, moving to check the next cabinet. “So, a vibrator is your solution?”

“At least it's efficient. And until I find someone who can actually get me off, this vibrator is doing the job just fine. And it doesn't complain when I use lube."

"You do you, Wonnie."

“Oh, I plan to.”

He froze, ears turning hot. “That’s not—” He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath.

Wonyoung laughed. “How about you?”

He looked at her, eyebrows raised. “Me?”

“Yeah, you,” she turned around, folding her arms on her backrest and resting her chin on them. “I imagine you’ve had better luck than me.”

There was a brief pause. “I can’t say that I have.” He answered, closing the cabinet.

“Why not?” she asked.

“Hook-ups aren’t my thing,” he replied. “Plus, not a lot of women go for guys on the shorter side.”

Wonyoung stared at him as if he had grown an extra head. “Shorter side? Honey, you’re practically pocket-sized.”

“Okay, wow. That helps,” Juhyeok replied dryly.

She laughed, shaking her head. “Relax, I’m kidding. Honestly, I think it’s kinda cute.” Her gaze lingered on him, her tone turning just a touch more serious. “Besides, short men have bigger dicks than tall guys anyway.“

Juhyeok hit his head against the cabinet door, hissing a curse. “I—excuse me?!” he stared at her, rubbing the sore spot.

She only smirked, cackling like a mischievous imp.

He dragged a hand down his face, muttering, “Unbelievable… who says stuff like that?”

“You’re blushing,” she sing-songed.

“I am not—” he shot back quickly before taking a sharp breath in. “That’s not the point. Why are we even having this conversation?"

"You mean having an adult conversation about short men having big dicks?”

"That's hardly a topic I'd discuss casually over coffee!"

"Why not? It’s a known fact.”

“It’s a generalisation.”

“Do you have a big dick?”

Silence.

“I rest my case.”

“You’re the worst.”

Wonyoung smooched the air teasingly, making his roll his eyes. “Well, hurry it up. I got needs.”

Juhyeok rolled his eyes, opening the door to the pantry, muttering, “This woman will be the end of me.”

He rose onto his toes, stretching his arm towards a cardboard box on the top shelf, his fingers brushing the edge, but to no avail. He frowned, tried again, and barely got the box to move an inch. Wonyoung pushed herself off the couch and crossed the room.

“You need me to bring you a stool?” Wonyoung said, leaning against the door frame, an amused smirk plastered on her face.

“I got it,” he said stubbornly, clenching his teeth as he jumped slightly to get a better reach. The box wobbled, then settled back into place.

“Damnit!” he huffed, staring up at the box with his hands on his hips.

“It’s not too late to ask for help if you want to avoid having a Final Destination death.”

“Very funny—HEY!” he yelped as she wrapped her arms around his shins and boosted him just enough for him to reach for the box and grab it.

When she put him down, he was red-faced, holding it like a trophy. “I-I told you I had it,” he stammered, rummaging through the box until he found the packet of batteries.

“Interesting way of saying 'thank you, but I’ll take it,” she replied, taking the batteries from him.

He rolled his eyes as he turned to put back the box. Or at least tried to. “Here,” she slipped right up behind him, her chest lightly brushing against his back.

Juhyeok froze, every muscle stiffening, his heart thumping so hard that he could hear it.

Her slender fingers pushed the box in its place, and her lips hovered near his ear as she murmured, “I got you, short king.”

Juhyeok swallowed hard, turning to face her fully. She was still close.

“I didn’t have to help me, you know?” He said. “I’m not that helpless.”

“Oh, I know you’re not helpless,” she smirked. “Just vertically challenged.”

“Yeah, and you’re a giant,” Juhyeok deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

Wonyoung giggled before moving closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Juhyeok’s eyes widened as she inched her face closer to his. “But just so you know, most women care more about personality than a man’s height,” she said, brushing her nose against his. “And it’s not like I mind looking down at you.”

Juhyeok's eyes darkened slightly, occasionally shifting from her eyes to her parted, plump lips hovering over his. A deep yearning surged within him, urging him to close the distance between them—a thrilling yet terrifying prospect. He tried to maintain his composure, knowing the complexities that could arise from their growing connection, but each moment intensified his longing.

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Wonyoung,” he warned, his voice hoarse. He shouldn’t do this—want this with her— but her lips hovered just a breath away, daring him to lose control.

And when she whispered, “I’m counting on it. So make it worth my while, short king,” he snapped. Juhyeok put his hand behind her neck and pulled her down, crashing his lips against hers.

Wonyoung gasped into it, a sound of pure surprise that was quickly swallowed by his mouth. Instead of pulling away, she secured her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, pressing her body flush against his. Juhyeok made a sound that was a mixture of a groan and a growl, slipping his tongue at the seam of her lips, making her moan as she melted into the kiss and opened her mouth wide, allowing him access.

Juhyeok kissed her deeper, like he was starving and craving the taste of her. With another growl, he lifted her off the ground. Wonyoung let out a surprised giggle, tightening her arms around his neck as he wrapped her legs around his waist. The new position brought their faces even closer, deepening the kiss to something utterly consuming.

"Didn't think... you'd... be able to carry me..." she managed to murmur between breathless kisses.

"You may be tall, but you're not above my weight class," he replied, his voice a rough murmur as he carried and slipped her on top of the kitchen island.

She laughed softly against his lips, relishing the feeling of his strong arms around her. Juhyeok broke the kiss to trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck and collarbone. Wonyoung sighed, tilting her head back to give him better access. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing them apart so he could step between them. “Hips up,” he said, tugging at her shorts.

“What are you planning?” she asked, lifting her hips, helping him peel them off.

"Still need those batteries for your vibrator?" he teased, his voice a husky rumble against her lips. His other hand slipped lower, his fingertips skating over the damp lace of her black thong, tracing the shape of her core with a touch that was both a promise and a torment.

She giggled breathlessly, spreading her legs wider to give him better access. "That depends," she whispered against his lips, her hands sliding down his chest and her hips bucking against his fingers. "Are you volunteering to replace it?"

“Only one way to find out.” He said, lifting the hem of her crop to her mouth. “Bite it.”

She smirked, biting down on the hem of her crop top. He watched hungrily as she bit down, his eyes tracking the movement of her neck and collarbone and taking in her slender frame. His hands cupped her bare breasts, squeezing them and running his thumbs against her hard rose nipples.

Not too big but not too small. Just the right proportions.

The air in the kitchen was thick with a heady mix of tension and desire.  Wonyoung’s soft moan was muffled by the fabric of her shirt, which almost slipped from her mouth as she couldn’t hold back her moans as Juhyeok’s hands worked her breasts.

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't drop it until I say so," he scolded, his voice a low, commanding murmur against her skin before he gently guided the hem back to her mouth.

She bit down again, the material stifling her cries as his thumbs circled her sensitive peaks. Her hips moved with a restless, desperate rhythm against his, seeking a friction that was just out of reach. The speed of their escalation was dizzying, and a thrill shot through her—she loved it.

When he pinched her nipples, a sharp, delicious whimper vibrated against the fabric. She arched her back involuntarily, throwing her head back. Juhyeok watched, enthralled and turned on, as she herself more completely to his hands. Her nipples hardened into tight, dark pink buds under his relentless attention.

A series of soft, whimpering sounds escaped her, each one stifled by the shirt. The muffled pleas grew louder, more urgent, as he continued to pinch and roll the sensitive flesh. Her hands gripped the edges of the kitchen island, her hips grinding shamelessly against the hard plane of his abdomen. He could feel the dampness soaking through her thong, a slick, undeniable proof of her arousal.

Then his wet mouth was on her, closing around her erect peak. Her muffled cry filled the kitchen; her hand shot up to grip his head, tangling her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, and begging him not to stop.

He slid her thong to the side, sliding his fingers against her folds, and she nearly came undone.

The hem of her crop top fell from her lips, unable to hold back her cries. His fingers were warm and rough against her wetness. She spread her legs wider without him even asking, giving him better access.

“So wet,” he groaned as she bucked her hips against his fingers for more friction.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?” he asked, pushing his fingers inside her, making her gasp. His fingers just enough to tease her and fill her up.

“Please… more. Fill me up—“ her words were cut off into another loud moan when he pushed his fingers further inside her tight pussy. She was so wet, his fingers slipping in and out of her easily.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked.

“Y-yeah… Please…. M-more…” she panted, staring into his eyes, her dark gaze pleading and filled with need. Her hips were moving uncontrollably against his to match his thrust. “Fuck my pussy with your fingers…. I want to come so bad—ah!”

She cried out, throwing her head back as he increased the pace of his fingers inside her, finally fucking her properly.. “Fuck! Right there. Just like that.”

His fingers curled up inside her, hitting that spot that made her see stars. She rode his hand eagerly, her essence squelching loudly and her cunt squeezing around his fingers with each thrust.

“Damn, Wonnie. You really want to come that bad, huh?” he mused as he smirked, watching her unravel and crumble under his touch.

“I can’t help it. Especially when you’re fingers are fucking my tight pussy like this,” she moaned. “Fuck! I’m so close.”

“Then come for me,” he said, almost in a growl.

And just like that, at his command, she came undone. Her scream filled the kitchen. Her legs shook violently as her pussy squirted on his fingers. She collapsed forward, wrapping her arms around his neck so she could balance herself. She whimpered softly as Juhyeok slowly withdrew her fingers from her inside.

She grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth, sucking his fingers clean, tasting herself on him. “Mmm,” she moaned, thrusting his fingers in and out of her mouth.

Juhyeok’s eyes darkened with a mix of desire and something primal burning in his eyes. His jaw was clenched, and he could feel himself getting harder and harder as he watched her thrust his fingers into her mouth and listened to her moan softly while staring back at him with the same hunger and desire.

Wonyoung laughed as Juhyeok tossed her onto the couch like she weighed nothing. Her breasts bounced slightly with the movement, now completely bare. Her crop top was long discarded to wherever it was, but her lace thong remained, covering her lower half.

Her laughter soon died down as she watched him quickly strip off his t-shirt and then his sweatpants and boxers, taking in his lean frame and all the sharp angles and defined muscles. His hard cock sprang free, already throbbing and leaking with pre-cum. She bit her lip, feeling even more aroused at the sight of him completely bare before her.

"Looks like I was right about short guys having big dicks," she teased.

"Shut up," he chuckled.

She laughed softly as he crawled on top of her, his heavy body pressing her into the couch and his strong legs pushing her thighs apart to make room for him. His thick cock was pressed against her through the thin fabric of her thong.

"Let's see if this big cock can fit inside you," he pulled her closer. "You on the pill?"

"Yeah... I'm on the pill," She answered breathlessly as he spread her legs further apart, his large hands gripping her thighs possessively. He positioned himself between her legs, his thick cock pressing against her wet thong-covered pussy. She was ready for him – all of him.

She let out a shuddering moan, arching her back slightly as he rubbed his hard cock against her covered pussy. The thin fabric of her thong was the only barrier between them now. She was so wet that the fabric was completely soaked through, outlining her swollen lips perfectly. His cock slipped easily against her slit.

He continued to rub himself against her, the friction making her whimper and squirm beneath him. She could feel his thick head pressing against her clit with every movement, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Her hips began to move in sync with his thrusts against her thong-covered cunt.

"You're teasing me," she groaned.

"Just want to be sure you're ready. Coz once I'm in, I don't know if I'll be able to hold back." He warned.

"Then don’t hold back. I can take it," She moaned, her pussy aching with need. "I want this. I want you. All of you.” She reached down and hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong, pulling it aside to expose her glistening pink pussy to him.

Fuck…

Her cries mixed with his growl as he finally pushed inside her bare pussy with one hard thrust. Her back arched off the couch as his thick length stretched her out and filled her up at the same time, her inner walls clenching tightly around him.

“Fuck, Wonnie…” he groaned. “You’re s-so… tight…” he moaned as he began to move in and out of her with deep, powerful strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her ass with each thrust. The sensation was incredible - his thick, bare cock sliding in and out of her with no barriers. She could feel every vein, every ridge on him as he fucked her.

"You really.... were... serious about.... not..... holding back, huh?" She said between pants.

"I did warn you." He grunted, gritting his teeth as he gripped her thighs.

"Fuck... fuck..." She moaned loudly, her fingers digging into the couch cushions as he pounded into her relentlessly. His warning had been accurate—he wasn't holding back at all. Each thrust was intense, hitting spots inside her she didn't even know existed.

He pulled out suddenly, making her groan with frustration. Her pussy felt empty and needy without him inside her. She looked up at him with a pout, her legs still slightly parted.

"Seriously," she whined, propping up against her elbows.

Juhyeok chuckled. "Don't sound so disappointed."

"Shut up..." She panted, sitting up. “I’m not disappointed, I’m annoyed. There’s a difference.”

He groaned softly as her small hand wrapped around his thick, long and veiny length. She stroked him slowly, watching his abdominal muscles tighten and his face contort in pleasure.

“So don’t get cocky with me just because you have a big di—”

Her words were cut off when his hand moved to her neck and pushed her back against the couch.

"You were saying something about my cock?" he smirked down at her, pressing the tip against her wet entrance teasingly. She swallowed hard under his hand around her neck, her pussy clenching desperately around nothing.

"Asshole,” she huffed.

"I can do that too if you're into that. But sadly, I'm out of lube- ow!" He yelped as she smacked his chest.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it!" She smacked him again, laughing.

"Geez, fine. I take back my offer," he chuckled.

She rolled her eyes playfully, still laughing as she smacked him one more time for good measure. "Idiot," she muttered affectionately. Her hand returned to stroking his cock again, this time with a bit more urgency. "Just fuck me already," she demanded softly.

"What's the magic word?"

"Bitch, I will push you off me and leave you for my vibrator."

"Really, Wonnie?"

“At least vibrators aren’t stingy with orgasms.”

“And here I was just trying to set the mood—”

“Mood my ass. I’m wet as hell, and you’re over here edging me here. Either put that big dick of yours to good use, or I swear I’ll get my toy out right now.”

He growled softly, his eyes flashing with amusement and desire. He suddenly grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders in one swift motion, causing her to gasp and fall back onto the couch cushions. Before she could even blink, he was slamming inside her with a deep, powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” She cried out loudly, her back arching off the couch as he hit a spot deep inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids. He didn't give her any time to adjust; instead, he began to move with more fierce intensity than before, his hips slapping against hers with each powerful thrust.

He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers as he fucked her mercilessly. His breath was hot against her face, mixing with her soft moans and desperate whimpers. "Getting… close..." he panted softly, his voice laced with desire as he pulled her to straddle his lap.

She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, her arms snaking around his neck as she rode him with equal fervour. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with each downward movement. "You better make me come. Got it?" she moaned softly, her voice breathy and desperate.

"I plan to," he said, pulling her thong up her ass crack.

She moaned loudly at the sensation of her thong being pulled taut against her sensitive hole. He used it to pull her closer, the fabric digging into her crack and exposing her wet, pink pussy to his merciless pounding.

He grabbed her hip with his free hand and started pounding into her with a newfound intensity, the thong rubbing against her ass with each thrust. "You like that, baby?" he growled, his voice husky with lust. "Like having your pussy filled while that thong squeezes your little ass?"

She was completely lost in pleasure now, her nails digging into his back as she rode him harder, the thong creating a delicious friction against her ass. "I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come so hard..." she whimpered, her body already starting to shake. Suddenly, he reached around and rubbed her clit.

“Then come. Come on my cock,” he groaned, feeling his climax getting near.

She let out a silent scream followed by a shuddering whimper, her entire body convulsing as he began to circle her sensitive clit with his fingers. The combination of his thick dick hitting her G-spot and his fingers pressing against her clit was too much. She came violently, her pussy gushing all over his lap.

He groaned deeply, holding her tightly as he came right after her, his hot seed filling her up. The sensation of her coming around him sent him over the edge. He continued to thrust slowly, milking every last drop into her before pulling out slightly and pushing back in one final, deep thrust.

She collapsed against his shoulder, her legs shaking uncontrollably as she felt his hot cum leaking out of her pussy and mixing with her own juices. "Fuck... fuck..." she panted, nuzzling her face against his neck. "I think my thong is ruined..."

"Not as much as my couch, though," he mused between pants. "I should probably buy a lot of bleach and probably call a priest to exorcise the sins committed on this couch." He said.

She laughed softly, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Maybe you should just burn this one and get a new couch.”

"Hell no! Do you know how expensive couches are in this economy?" He arched an eyebrow.

She chuckled, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Okay, okay. No burning it then." She shifted again slightly. "But seriously though... how many bottles of bleach are we talking here?"

“Maybe like ten, give or take.”

She burst out laughing, her head falling back as she imagined you seriously considering the bleach quantity. "Ten bottles?! Are you planning on turning this couch into a sterilisation chamber?!"

"I mean..." he said, nodding his head side to side in deep thought.

She laughed even harder, pushing him back gently on the couch so she was lying on top of him. "You're insane. You know that? Your poor couch is going to smell like a hospital ward after this."

He shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing on his lips as he looked up at her sitting astride him. "At least it'll be clean. And honestly, I'd rather smell bleach than remember the unholy war crime we just committed on this couch." He reached up to gently squeeze her ass cheek playfully.

She giggled, swatting his hand away before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips. "You're so weird," she murmured against his mouth.

Juhyeok smiled and kissed her again, slowly. She melted into the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed as she enjoyed the soft, gentle pressure of his lips against hers. She could feel his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer against him. When he finally pulled away, she opened her eyes to see him smirking at her.

“So…” she started. “Would you like to do this again?”

Juhyeok blinked, arching an eyebrow. “You mean sex?”

“Well, yes. That’s part of it. But like—you know—hanging out more. Go on a few dates. Take things slow…”

Juhyeok's smirk faded slightly, a hint of uncertainty flashing across his face. He shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very aware of the height difference between them. "You mean like... dating? You and me?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of surprise and self-doubt.

"Well, yeah." She said casually, resting her chin on her hands, "Of course, we don't have to rush. We can take our time. See how it goes."

Juhyeok ran a hand through his hair, looking away briefly before meeting her gaze again. "I mean..." he said slowly, trying to sound nonchalant despite the nervousness bubbling inside him. "Are you sure? You know, I'm not exactly—"

Wonyoung cut him off with a soft laugh, reaching out to cup his face. "Shut up and kiss me instead of overthinking," she said affectionately, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "I like you, okay? You’re fun to be around. Height doesn't matter to me."

Juhyeok blushed slightly as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs, his heart racing a bit faster. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers. "Okay," he whispered, a small smile on his lips.

Wonyoung smiled, pleased with his response, and kissed him. Juhyeok returned the kiss with a smile, cupping her neck to deepen it, feeling a warmth beyond mere physical closeness.