Temple

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Lee Nagyung's phone buzzed against her thigh as the stylist tugged the last pin from her hair. The dressing room smelled like hairspray and someone's vanilla perfume, sticky under the heat of too many bodies crammed into one space. She glanced down and saw three new messages from him, all variations of "You look fucking unreal in that dress" paired with increasingly inappropriate emojis. The corners of her mouth twitched.

Outside, a full roar of the crowd pulsed through the walls. Seoyeon was half-hanging off Jiheon's shoulder while Saerom adjusted her own cleavage in the mirror, the standard pre-performance. Nagyung caught Chaeyoung's raised eyebrow in the reflection and deliberately arched her back deeper into the chair, letting the silk strain across her chest as she typed back.

"Wait till you see what's under it," her thumbs tapped, then hesitated. She added a winking emoji and hit send just as Saerom shouted at everyone to line up.

Backstage, the curtains swallowed all sound except the MC's voice announcing their win. Nagyung's pulse jumped when the spotlight found them, white dresses glowing with their beauty, the perfect legs moving in unison up the stairs.

By the time they reached backstage again, sweat rolled down her thighs and the silk clung wetly between them. She ducked into the dressing room first, ignoring Jiwon's whine about stolen mirror time, and locked the door with a satisfying click. Nagyung grabbed her phone from the table, there’s already three missed calls, two new texts, each more urgent than the last. She leaned against the vanity, spreading her legs just enough that her reflection showed the exact moment her dress's high slit gaped open.

He texted. "You're going to kill me." She bit her lip. "The way you moved your hips during the bridge—Fuck!!, I could see everything." Her fingers traced the dampness along her inner thigh, pressing into the silk. "Tell me you're not wearing anything under that dress."

Nagyung laughed, twisting the phone just enough to capture the shadowed dip between her thighs in the mirror. "Of course I wear something under there, dummy," she murmured, thumb hovering over send. One perfect shot of black lace stretched taut where she was wettest. "Couldn't take the risk." Her pulse hammered as she typed the rest: "Unless you wanted the whole world to see my bare pussy glistening under stage lights?"

The phone vibrated violently against her palm before she finished speaking. "No, your body and pussy is only mine." The possessive growl in his text made her toes curl against the dressing room carpet.

Nagyung's lips parted as she typed one-handed, the other slipping beneath the slit of her dress to trace the damp lace. "Then come claim what's yours," she sent, then immediately followed with, "Worship me, Sweetie."

The dressing room door rattled under three sharp knocks. "Nagyung-ah!" Jiwon's voice carried through the thin wood, sing-song and knowing. "We're doing the ending shots in five! Stop jerking off your boyfriend through text!"

Nagyung's fingers stilled against soaked lace, breath hitching as she glanced at her reflection—flushed cheeks, lips swollen from where she'd been biting them, the dress's neckline slipping dangerously off one shoulder. She typed with shaking fingers: "Gotta go. But tonight?" She attached the mirror selfie where her hand disappeared under silk, the wet spot unmistakable. "I'm not wearing this later."

The door rattled again. "Yah! If you make us late, I'm telling Dispatch your 'appointment' is at a love motel!" Hayoung cackled. Nagyung shoved her phone into her bag.

The ending stage blurred past with hands waving, confetti catching in their hair. Nagyung's thighs rubbed slick with every step, the black lace chafing deliciously where she needed it most. The car door slid shut behind them. Nagyung's phone buzzed against her.

"So are we going to have dinner to celebrate our trophy tonight?" Jiheon chirped, bouncing off the seat.

"Nagyung definitely has a different menu planned," Chaeyoung smirked, reaching over to pinch Nagyung's thigh right where the dress slit gaped open. The sudden contact made her jump, the damp lace shifting against sensitive flesh.

"Yah!" Nagyung slapped Chaeyoung's hand away, but not before feeling her own wetness smear against the other girl's fingers. Chaeyoung's eyes widened comically as she wiped her hand on the seat with exaggerated disgust. "Disgusting! You're actually dripping through your panties!"

Jiheon squealing into her hands, Seoyeon choking on her water, while Jiwon leaned over the seats to peer at Nagyung's thighs with scientific interest. "Wow. You really are desperate, huh?" Jiwon tapped the flushed skin just above Nagyung's stocking line, making her jerk. "Look at this. Her whole thigh's twitching. Did your oppa promise to fuck you stupid tonight or something?"

Nagyung crossed her legs tightly, the wet lace pressing against her clit with friction. The car hit a pothole and she gasped, her back arching off the seat. Chaeyoung wolf-whistled. "Holy shit, she's basically humping air now. You're worse than a bitch in heat."

"Yahh, shut up," Nagyung hissed, tossing her hair over one shoulder. The movement made her dress slip dangerously low, revealing the damp outline of her nipple through the white silk. "At least my pussy and ass is getting eaten tonight, not like you guys who'll be crying into your dildo alone."

Chaeyoung clutched her chest dramatically. "Bold words for someone whose panties are literally melting off." She leaned forward, whispering just loud enough for the car to hear, "Tell me, does it ache? That desperate little clit?" Nagyung's thighs clenched involuntarily. Chaeyoung laughed, "Y–you're leaking through the seat!"

Saerom's voice sliced through the chaos like a scalpel. "Enough." She didn't raise her voice, but the members froze mid-giggle. "Nagyung-ah," she purred, tracing the edge of her own collar, "enjoy your... banquet tonight." Her smirk widened as Nagyung's breath hitched. "But remember—" she leaned forward, nails scraping Nagyung's knee through the dress slit, "tomorrow we feast on details."

The car swerved toward the company building, streetlights streaking gold across Nagyung's thighs where they clenched together. Chaeyoung whistled low. "Look at her thighs shaking. Oppa better have nutritional supplements ready." Jiwon fake-coughed "Protein shake!"

Saerom's manicured nail tapped Nagyung's knee, the pressure deliberate through the silk. "Seriously though," she murmured while the others cackled, "I expect a full damage report tomorrow." Her smirk deepened as she traced the damp spot spreading along Nagyung's inner thigh. "Down to the last...detail."

The car jolted to a stop outside the company building. Nagyung's thighs slapped together instinctively—a wet sound that made Jiheon clap both hands over her mouth. Before the staff could open the sliding door, Chaeyoung grabbed Nagyung's wrist and pressed her fingertips to the black panty barely containing her. "My god," Chaeyoung hissed, "you're practically sloshing. You'd better Uber straight there before you ruin the seats."

Nagyung wrenched her hand free, but not before her own slick coated Chaeyoung's fingers again, thick strands stretching between them before snapping. "Fuck off," she muttered, but her voice hitched when the night air hit her exposed thighs through the slit. The members' catcalls followed her as she flagged down a taxi, the driver's eyes widening at her disheveled dress and trembling legs.

The ride was torture. Every bump jolted her clit against soaked lace, making her bite her lip bloody. Her phone buzzed—another text from him. "The front door's unlocked. Already on my knees." The image of him waiting, his mouth hovering inches from the floor where she'd step, sent a fresh gush between her thighs.

The taxi screeched to a halt. Nagyung threw a crumpled bill at the driver and stumbled out, dress clinging to sweat-slicked skin. His apartment door loomed before her. She pushed it open with trembling fingers.

Jiho knelt in the foyer like an altar boy awaiting communion. His hands were already gripping her calves before the door clicked shut. The first breath he took between her thighs made her knees buckle—his nose pressed deep into damp lace, inhaling sharply through the fabric. "Fuck," he groaned, voice wrecked, "you smell like you've been dripping for hours." His tongue swiped a hot stripe along the soaked seam, tasting her through the lace with a groan that vibrated against her clit.

Nagyung's fingers knotted in his hair as he nuzzled deeper, his nose rubbing rough circles against her swollen flesh. "Like fucking ambrosia," he panted against her, the words muffled by lace and slick folds. His hands yanked her hips forward, slamming her against his mouth, his nostrils flared with every ragged inhale, as if memorizing her musk before devouring it. The black lace darkened further where his tongue plunged, the sheer material clinging to her pussy lips like a second skin.

"Calm down," Nagyung gasped, though her thighs trembled violently around his skull. "You act like—ah!—like some starved animal." His answering growl vibrated through her clit, his teeth catching the soaked fabric and tugging until the seams strained. She barely registered the tearing sound before cool air hit her bare slit—the lace gave way under his brute insistence, leaving her exposed and glistening under the foyer lights.

"Bed," she demanded, though her voice wavered as his tongue swirled around her clit like he was savoring the last drops of a fine wine. "Jiho, seriously—nngh!—let's move." He responded by hooking two fingers into her ruined panties, the remaining lace snapping against her thighs as he yanked them down just enough to plunge his tongue inside her. The sudden invasion made her back arch, her heel skidding against the polished floor as he drank from her like a man dying of thirst.

"You taste so good," he growled against her dripping folds, the vibrations sending shocks up her spine. His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, fingers digging into supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises tomorrow—marks she'd have to hide under stage outfits. The thought made her clench around his tongue, her hips grinding forward shamelessly. "Fuck," he muttered, pulling back just enough to watch her glistening lips flutter around emptiness. "You're dripping down my chin and you still want to relocate?"

Nagyung's hands fisted in his hair, yanking his head back until his throat stretched taut. The moan that escaped her was half-laugh, half-sob. "Jihoo—ahh!! Bed first!!" Each word came fractured between gasps as his thumb circled her clit mercilessly. Her dress's bodice had slipped completely off one shoulder, the silk clinging precariously to her sweat-slicked skin. "I wanna—hnnngh—remove this stupid—fuckk—dress!" She arched violently when he blew cool air across her exposed clit, her thighs shaking like a fawn's.

Jiho rose slowly, lips glistening with her slick, his hands sliding up her trembling legs to grip her waist. His thumbs pressed into the soft flesh beneath her ribs, making her gasp. "Angel," he murmured against the frantic pulse in her throat, "we'll get there." His tongue traced the delicate shell of her ear before his teeth nipped the lobe. "But first," he breathed, spinning her toward the hallway mirror, "look." He peeled the ruined dress from her shoulders inch by inch, watching her reflection with the reverence of an artist unveiling his masterpiece.

Nagyung's flush deepened as silk pooled around her waist, her breasts heaving against the loosened bodice. "I am so pretty right?" She lifted her chin, rolling her hips back against the solid heat of his erection. Her fingers trailed coyly along her collarbone, dipping lower to tease the swell of her breasts before dragging her nails lightly over her nipples. "Even prettier than on stage?" The question dripped with challenge.

Jiho growled against the sweat-slicked curve of her shoulder, his hands sliding up to palm her tits roughly. "Prettier," he murmured, squeezing until her breath hitched. His thumbs rubbed circles over her hardening nipples, the friction making her gasp. "Sweeter," he added, biting down on the junction of her neck as his fingers pinched tighter, twisting just shy of pain. Her back arched into him, a whimper escaping her lips. "And so fucking wet," he groaned, one hand trailing lower, skimming over her trembling stomach before plunging between her thighs. His fingers slid through her slick effortlessly, gathering it up to coat his fingers before pressing two inside her without warning.

Nagyung cried out, her hips jerking forward to meet his thrusting fingers. His other hand twisted her nipple sharply as his mouth crashed against hers—tongue plunging in to mirror the rough rhythm of his fingers inside her. She tasted herself on his lips, salty and sweet, as his fingers curled just right to make her legs shake. His thumb found her clit, rubbing tight circles while his fingers pistoned inside her, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. Her moans spilled into his mouth, her hands scrabbling at his shoulders as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

"Praise me," Nagyung gasped against his lips, her voice ragged with need. His fingers slowed inside her, teasing her with shallow thrusts just enough to keep her teetering on the edge. His thumb pressed harder against her clit, making her gasp. "Tell me how pretty I am," she demanded, grinding down on his hand. "Tell me how much sexy I am." Her breath hitched as his fingers twisted deeper, hitting that spot that made her thighs tremble.

Jiho chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her ear. "You're perfect," he murmured, his fingers pistoning harder, faster. "Every fucking inch of you." His free hand slid up her torso, fingers tracing the curve of her ribs before pinching her nipple sharply. Nagyung cried out, her back arching as pleasure spiked through her. "Every time you move on stage," he growled, "I imagine this." His fingers curled inside her, pressing hard against her g-spot. "How wet you'd be for me." His thumb circled her clit faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "How tight you'd feel around me."

"Ohhh—f—ahh—fuckk! Jihooo!" Nagyung gasped, her thighs trembling violently around his hand as she teetered on the edge. His fingers moved relentlessly, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room. "—more—uuhhnnn—I—I need—hnnngh!" Her words dissolved into incoherent moans as pleasure coiled tighter inside her, her body tensing like a bowstring about to snap. His thumb pressed harder on her clit, rubbing rough circles that sent sparks shooting up her spine. "W-what else?" she asked between gasps, her voice ragged. "Mmmph—tell me—hnnng—more!"

Jiho smirked against her flushed cheek, his fingers never slowing their brutal pace. "Your tummy," he growled, his other hand splaying possessively over the soft curve of her stomach. "Perfectly soft," he murmured, pressing his palm down hard enough to make her whimper. "I love when it presses against me," he groaned, biting her earlobe sharply. "When you ride me," his fingers twisted deeper inside her, "and your little tummy shakes." His voice dropped to a sinful whisper. "And your ass—" He squeezed her hip, pulling her tighter against him. "So round and pretty," his breath ghosted over her shoulder, "and so tight when I sink into you." His finger moved faster, making her legs shake violently.

Nagyung gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder as his words sent sparks through her already frayed nerves. His fingers curled inside her relentlessly, his thumb rubbing rough circles over her clit. "And your tits," he groaned, his free hand sliding up to cup her breast roughly, squeezing until she arched into his touch. "So fucking perfect," his teeth grazed her shoulder. "I want to bite them," he growled, pinching her nipple sharply. "Mark them," his fingers plunged deeper. "Leave bruises,"

"Ahhhnn—Jihoo!!!" Nagyung's moans spilled out in jagged bursts, her body trembling violently as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside her. His fingers pistoned faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. His thumb pressed harder on her clit, rubbing circles that made her vision blur. "G-gonna—gaaahh—cumming!" Her thighs clamped around his wrist, her back arching off the bed as the first wave crashed over her, slick gushing around his fingers. "F—ahh—fuckk! Jihooo!" Her toes curled, her nails digging into his forearm as pleasure ripped through her, her body convulsing around his fingers.

Jiho growled against her throat, his fingers never slowing even as she writhed beneath him, her body oversensitive and twitching. "That's it," he murmured, his breath hot against her damp skin. "Fuck, look at you." His fingers twisted deeper, pressing against that spot that made her gasp. "So fucking pretty when you cum," he groaned, watching her face contort in pleasure. "And you're still so wet," he added, dragging his fingers out slowly, slick coating them thickly. He brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum. "Tastes even better than I remembered."

Nagyung panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. "Y-you—ahh—you're such a pervert," she gasped, her thighs still trembling from the aftershocks. Jiho smirked, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss,

When he finally pulled away, her lips were swollen, her eyes half-lidded with lust. She glanced down at the prominent bulge in his pants and licked her lips. "You want me to suck that cock?" as she made a lewd hand gesture—fingers curled loosely, thumb brushing her lower lip suggestively. "Or are you just gonna keep teasing me?" Her smirk was coy, but her fingers were already working at his belt, nimble and impatient.

Jiho caught her wrist mid-motion, pressing her palm flat against his erection instead. "Not yet," he murmured, voice thick with restraint. "I haven’t eaten your pussy and ass." He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the bed with her legs already hooked around his waist. His mouth found her throat again—teeth scraping over her pulse point—before he deposited her onto the mattress on her back, her thighs falling open immediately.

Jiho's tongue dragged up her sternum, slow and deliberate, pausing to swirl around each nipple alternately—left, right—his lips sealing around each peak with a wet pop that made her squirm. Nagyung arched her back when he took her left nipple deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking the hardened bud mercilessly. "Ahhnn—!" she gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets. He switched to the right, sucking hard enough to make her cry out, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh teasingly.

Then, with a wicked grin, he leaned down and took both nipples into his mouth at once, his broad tongue laving over them together in long, filthy strokes. "Wow!! Calm down—mnnph!—Jihoo!" Nagyung gasped, her back arching off the bed as his lips sealed tight around her stiff peaks, his tongue swirling around them in alternating circles—slow, then rough—until her thighs trembled. He hummed against her skin, the vibration shooting straight to her clit, making her cry out. "Ohhh—! That's—feels—good!" Her fingers clawed at his shoulders.

Jiho released her nipples with a wet pop, trailing kisses down her ribs, his tongue tracing the delicate ridges as she squirmed beneath him. His hands slid around to grip her waist, thumbs pressing into the soft swell of her tummy—before his lips followed, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses there. Nagyung tensed instinctively, her breath hitching, but Jiho growled against her skin—a sound that was half-adoration, half-command—before biting down gently, his teeth sinking just enough to make her gasp. "Ahh—Jihoo!" Her fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked the tender flesh, marking her possessively.

"Your tummy feels so soft and fatty," he murmured against her skin, his tongue lapping over the faint pink mark he'd left. "I love it so muchh." His hands kneaded the plush curve of her belly, fingers sinking into the yielding warmth—squeezing just enough to make her inhale sharply. "Perfect," he groaned, dragging his tongue lower, circling her navel wetly. "So warm." His fingers dug in harder, pressing up into the softness until she whimpered, her hips twitching. "You taste like honey," he muttered.

Jiho moved lower still, lips grazing the crease of her thigh. "These thighs," he growled, biting the supple flesh just hard enough to make her gasp. "So thick," his tongue laved over the faint teeth marks. "So fucking soft." His hands slid under her, gripping her ass roughly—kneading the plush flesh until she arched, her wetness slicking her inner thighs. "I could eat you forever," he groaned, his breath hot against her swollen folds.

And then he did.

Jiho didn't ask permission—didn't even breathe—before his mouth was on her, devouring her with a suddenness that knocked the air from her lungs. Nagyung gasped as his tongue swept up her slit in one long, wet stroke, parting her folds with brutal efficiency. She felt the vibration of his groan against her clit before her hips could even react, arching instinctively toward his face. "F—ahh—Jiho!" she choked out, fingers scrabbling against the sheets as his tongue flicked rapid circles over her swollen bud.

He pinned her hips down with bruising force, his hands spreading her wider as his tongue plunged inside her without warning. Nagyung's back arched violently at the intrusion, her thighs trembling around his ears as he fucked her with his tongue—deep, wet strokes that curled just right to make her toes curl. The obscene sounds of his mouth working her open filled the room, slick and filthy, mingling with her ragged moans. "Ah! Ah—hnnngh! Right—right there!" she babbled, her voice breaking on a sob when he sucked her clit sharply between his lips, his tongue still moving inside her.

Her words dissolved completely when his thumb found her asshole, pressing in rough circles against the tight ring of muscle while his tongue lapped at her gushing slit. "Ohhh! Jiho! Eat me—ahhhnn—eat me gooddd!!" she wailed, her hips jerking uncontrollably against his face, her thighs slick with her own arousal. He growled against her clit—the vibration wrenching another scream from her—before doubling down, his tongue fucking her faster, his fingers digging into her ass hard enough to leave crescent marks.

Jiho pulled back just long enough to lick his lips, his breath ragged. "Fuck, you taste like heaven," he groaned before diving back in, his tongue spearing inside her with brutal precision. His nose bumped against her clit with every thrust, the dual sensation making her vision blur. Her fingers fisted in his hair, holding him against her as she ground down shamelessly, chasing the pleasure coiling tighter in her belly. "Mmmph—!—ohhhh!" Her thighs trembled violently, her moans pitching higher as his tongue curled just right inside her, pressing against that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

Then his mouth left her completely, replaced by two fingers plunging deep—curling ruthlessly—while his lips trailed lower, lower… Nagyung gasped when she felt his breath against her asshole, hot and damp. "Jiho—no—ahh!" she choked out, but his fingers inside her twisted deeper, punishing her protest with pleasure. His tongue traced the tight furl of her ass, circling slowly—teasing—before pressing flat against it, licking broad strokes that made her squirm. "Ohhh—fuckk—!" Her voice broke when his tongue finally breached her, pushing past the tight ring of muscle in one filthy thrust.

Jiho groaned against her ass, the vibration making her clench around his fingers still pistoning in and out of her soaked pussy. His other hand spread her wider, thumb finding her clit—rubbing rough circles while his tongue fucked her ass deeper. The dual stimulation ripped a scream from her throat, her hips jerking uncontrollably between his mouth and fingers. "Ohhh—Jihoo—ahhnn!" she sobbed, her thighs shaking violently. He responded by sucking her asshole into his mouth, his thumb pressing harder on her clit—relentless—until she was thrashing beneath him, slick gushing around his fingers.

"Yesss!!! Keep doing that!" she gasped, her voice breaking when his tongue curled just right inside her ass while his fingers crooked sharply against her front walls. Her vision whited out momentarily, her body convulsing between the two points of pleasure—her clit throbbing under his thumb, her ass clenching around his tongue. "Wahhhh!"

Jiho growled against her asshole, his tongue twisting deeper before suddenly pulling back—only to swipe up her sopping slit in one filthy stroke, his mouth sealing over her pussy without warning. Nagyung screamed, her thighs clamping around his head as his tongue lashed at her clit mercilessly. "Ohhhh! Fuck-fuck-JIHO!" His fingers replaced his tongue in her ass—three plunging deep—stretching her tight ring as his lips sucked her pussy into his mouth.

"Deeper—ahhnn—eat me deepe—AH!" Her demand shattered into a wail when his tongue speared inside her cunt, matching the brutal rhythm of his fingers fucking her asshole. The overlapping sensations burned through her—each thrust of his fingers stretching her obscenely while his tongue curled up into her gushing walls. Drool dripped from his chin, mixing with her slick as he devoured her, the wet sounds echoing in the room. Nagyung's vision blurred, her fingers yanking his hair hard enough to hurt—but he only groaned against her pussy, his tongue flicking faster.

"F—ahh—fuckk! Jihoo I'm gonna—gon—!" Her warning dissolved into nonsense, her thighs clamping around his head as pleasure detonated low in her belly. Her hips jerked violently, her back arching off the bed as her pussy clenched around his tongue—then suddenly, hot liquid gushed into his mouth. "Ahhhnghhh!!" Her scream was raw, her body convulsing as she squirted—wave after wave soaking his face, his chin, the sheets beneath her. Jiho drank her greedily, his tongue lapping up every drop as she writhed, her thighs trembling uncontrollably. "Ohhh—ohhh fuck—Jihooo!" she sobbed, her voice breaking.

Jiho pulled back just enough to lick his lips, his chin dripping. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, dragging his tongue up her slit one last time, making her jerk. "You taste even better when you come."

Nagyung panted, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her thighs still twitching from the aftershocks. "Fuck—that feels—so good," she gasped between ragged inhales, her fingers loosening slightly in his hair. "You—eat me—so well." Her voice was hoarse, a wrecked whisper as she arched into his touch, still trembling.

Jiho grinned against her thigh, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the sensitive skin. "You think I’m done?" he murmured, his breath hot against her slick flesh.

"Didn’t say that," Nagyung panted, her fingers tightening in his hair as she hauled him up by sheer force—her thighs trembling with the effort—until she could crash her lips against his, tasting herself on his tongue. "But it’s my turn," she breathed against his mouth, her hands already sliding down his chest, nails scraping over the taut muscles of his abdomen. "And you’re not getting away, big boy."

She kissed him again—hard—before trailing her lips down his neck, sucking bruises into his skin between sharp, playful bites that made his breath hitch. Her fingers found his nipples, twisting them roughly between her fingertips—just the way he liked it—until he groaned into her hair.

"Fuck, Nagyung," Jiho gasped when she bit down on his collarbone, her nails raking down his chest. His cock twitched against her thigh, already throbbing for attention—but she wasn’t finished teasing him. Her mouth moved lower, nipping at his abs as she slid down his body, her tongue tracing the deep grooves between his muscles. "Ahh—you little—nngh!" His fingers clenched in her hair when she reached his waist, her breath hot against his straining erection.

She kissed the tip of his cock first—just a feather-light press of her lips—before trailing more kisses down the length of him, her tongue flicking over the swollen vein underneath.

"My favourite pretty cock," Nagyung murmured against him, her breath warm and teasing. "So thick, so hard—just for me." She licked a slow, wet stripe from base to tip, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head before pulling away with a pop. "Mmm, baby, you taste so manly." Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, squeezing lightly as she leaned in to suck just the tip into her mouth—her tongue flicking against the slit, teasing the precum from him.

Jiho groaned, his hips jerking instinctively, but Nagyung pressed her free hand against his stomach, pinning him down. "Ah-ah, no moving," she scolded playfully, her lips grazing his cockhead again. "Let Nagyung take care of you." Her tongue dragged down the underside of his shaft in lazy, wet strokes, tracing every vein before dipping lower—dipping lower—until her lips brushed the taut skin of his balls. "Ohhh, these are so heavy," she cooed, rolling them gently in her palm before pressing a soft kiss to each balls, her lips parting slightly to let the heat of her breath wash over them.

Then she pulled back, just enough to tilt her head and gathered saliva on her tongue, letting a thick string of spit drip onto his cock. It landed with a wet slap against his shaft, glistening as it slid downward. Nagyung smirked, watching his reaction through hooded eyes as she leaned forward again, her tongue flattening against him—licking up her own spit in one filthy stroke. "You like that?" she murmured, her lips brushing against his tip. "You like watching me?" Jiho's breath hitched, answering her before she swallowed him down halfway in one smooth motion, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard.

Nagyung pulled off with a lewd pop, her tongue darting out to lap at the precum beading at his slit. "You love seeing my pretty eyes while sucking this dick?" she purred, her hand stroking him slowly, her thumb pressing firmly against the sensitive underside of his cockhead. Her lashes fluttered as she leaned in again, her lips wrapping around him. This time taking him deeper, her nose brushing against the trimmed hair at his base. Jiho groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she looked up at him, her dark pupils blown wide with lust—her eyes watering slightly around the stretch.

She hummed around his cock as her hands skimmed down to his balls, rolling them gently in her palms with her fingernails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin before pulling back again with another filthy wet sound. "Tastes so good," she whispered, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft while working him slowly as she spit directly onto the flushed head. The saliva pooled there briefly before trickling down, and Nagyung leaned forward to lick it off in slow, deliberate strokes, her tongue flicking against the slit every time she reached the top.

Jiho groaned when her grip tightened before she took him deeper, her throat relaxing around him inch by inch. His hips jerked instinctively, but Nagyung didn’t pull away. She just let him push further into the tight heat of her mouth, her throat muscles fluttering around him as she swallowed. "Fuck—your mouth—!" Jiho choked out, his fingers tightening in her hair—not guiding, just holding on as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard. Drool dripped from her chin, her spit mixing with the precum slicking his cock—and she moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tremble.

She pulled off with a wet gasp, just long enough to inhale sharply before diving back down, her nose pressing against his stomach this time as she took him fully. Her throat convulsed around him, swallowing and Jiho cursed, his hips lifting off the bed involuntarily. Nagyung’s fingers dug into his thighs while keeping him down as she worked her throat around him in slow, deliberate pulses a x her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock every time she pulled back slightly. The sounds were obscene—wet, gagging gasps and spit-slicked slurps as she bobbed her head faster, her lips stretched tight around his girth.

"Nagyung—fuck—you’re gonna make me—" His warning dissolved into a choked groan as she hummed around him with the vibration rippling up his cock before she suddenly pulled off entirely, her spit-drenched lips swollen and glistening. She stroked him roughly, twisting her wrist on every upstroke while her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing lightly. "Not yet," she purred, her breath hot against his wet tip. "I want you deeper."

She dove back down—no teasing this time—swallowing him to the root in one fluid motion, her nose buried in his skin. His cock twitched violently in her throat—every vein throbbing against her tongue—as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her fingers kneading his balls with every bob of her head. Drool spilled from the corners of her lips, dripping onto his thighs—but she didn’t stop—just flattened her tongue against the underside of his shaft and lazily dragged it upward, swirling around his swollen tip before plunging back down.

Jiho’s entire body tensed as she traced every pulsing vein with the tip of her tongue, humming when she felt them jump beneath her touch. She pulled off just enough to flick her tongue against his slit—lapping up the bitter-salt of his precum before sinking down again, her throat muscles rippling as she swallowed around him. "Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—" His curses dissolved into ragged gasps when she suddenly twisted her head with her tongue pressing hard against the thick vein on the side before swirling around his crown in tight circles, her lips sealing tight.

Every breath Nagyung took was heavy, her nose brushing his skin as she bobbed faster, her spit-slicked hand twisting at the base. She paused, just long enough to smirk up at him through her lashes before deliberately opening her throat, letting him slide down effortlessly with a wet *gllrk* that made Jiho’s hips jerk. "Nagyung—hnngh—!"

"You like my mouth?" Nagyung rasped, her lips dragging lazily along his throbbing length—her tongue flicking out to trace the swollen vein underneath. "You like how sloppy I get for you?" She punctuated the question with another messy lick, from base to tip with her saliva pooling at the crown before she slurped it off obscenely.

Jiho grounding himself as her tongue swirled slowly, teasing circles around his tip. "Fuck…yes—don’t stop—" His hips jerked when she suddenly took him deep again, her throat fluttering around him before pulling back and letting a thick string of spit connect her swollen lips to his cock. Nagyung smirked, watching the drool snap—then licking it back up in one filthy, exaggerated stroke.

"You wanna watch me choke on it?" she murmured, her breath hot against his wet skin. Without waiting for an answer, she took him to the back of her throat, forcing herself to stay still as her gag reflex clenched tight around him. Tears welled in her eyes, her nose pressed flush against his pelvis, and Jiho cursed—his thighs trembling as she swallowed convulsively around him. The wet, choked sounds she made vibrated through his cock, and when she finally pulled back—gasping, saliva dripping down her chin—he nearly came just from the wrecked look on her face.

"I look so pretty when I’m looking like a mess, right?" Nagyung rasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before smearing her spit along his shaft. Her lips were swollen, her mascara smudged under her eyes, and Jiho groaned while his fingers were tightening in her hair as she dove back down, taking him deep with a wet, guttural noise. She didn’t stop this time, she just bobbed her head faster, her throat relaxing around him with every thrust, her tongue pressing hard against the underside of his cock.

Jiho’s breath hitched—his abs clenching—as she sucked him harder, her fingers digging into his thighs. He could feel her throat spasm around him, hear the choked, muffled sounds she made each time he hit the back of her mouth. "—Nagyung—I’m gonna—" His warning came out strangled, his hips jerking uncontrollably as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked—hard—her tongue swirling around his tip just as his cock pulsed violently.

Nagyung moaned around him—the vibration shooting straight to his balls—as the first thick rope of cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed instinctively, her lips sealed tight around him, not wasting a single drop. Jiho groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as she milked him dry—her tongue flicking against his sensitive slit to coax out every last shuddering spurt.

"God—fuck—keep—" His voice cracked when she hollowed her cheeks even further, sucking hard like she was drinking through a straw, her throat working around him in slow, deliberate swallows. His cock twitched weakly in her mouth, still pulsing as she lapped up the remnants, her tongue swirling to catch the sticky strands clinging to his shaft. When she finally pulled back—her lips glistening—she made sure to pop off with an obscene *smack*, her tongue darting out to lick the stray dribble from the corner of her swollen mouth.

"You taste so good," Nagyung murmured. She kissed the tip of his softening cock—gentle now—her fingers tracing lazy circles on his inner thighs. "Salty-sweet, just how I like it." Her tongue flicked out again, catching the last drop beading at his slit before she swallowed with an exaggerated hum. Jiho shuddered, his hips jerking involuntarily while still oversensitive as she smirked up at him, her mascara smudged in perfect ruin.

"Already?" she taunted, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock again—squeezing lightly—as she watched his half-lidded expression twitch back to life. Nagyung leaned in, letting her breath ghost over his damp skin before whispering, "This little boy is still hard." Her thumb pressed against the swollen vein underneath, rubbing slow circles as Jiho groaned—his cock twitching back to full hardness in her grip. "C'mon," she breathed, shifting onto her knees, her thighs glistening. "C’mon, put inside this wet tight pussy."

Jiho didn’t hesitate, one arm hooking under her thigh, the other gripping her waist, hauling her up and slamming her down onto his cock in one brutal thrust. Nagyung’s scream shattered into ragged gasps as he bottomed out, her nails scraping down his chest. "Ohhhh—fuck! So deep!" Her hips jerked instinctively trying to adjust but Jiho held her still, his fingers digging into her hips as he ground up into her, savoring the way her swollen walls fluttered around him.

"Nnngh—ahh! Jihoo—ahh!!!" Her words dissolved into nonsense, her head falling back as he rolled his hips, slow and torturous, dragging his length out until only the tip remained before slamming back in. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, her slick coating his thighs. "Yesss! Yes like—ahhnn—like that!!"

Her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her body writhing—not pulling away, just chasing every inch, every slow, deep thrust. Jiho groaned, his grip tightening on her waist, forcing her even lower. "Fuck—uhhhh—so—deep!" Nagyung’s voice cracked, her thighs shaking around him.

Jiho watched her, every twitch of her face, every ragged inhale as he dragged his cock out almost completely, the swollen head catching on her fluttering walls before sinking back in with deliberate slowness. Nagyung whimpered, her hips jerking but he held her still, controlling the pace, grinding into her until she could feel every throbbing vein inside her. "Jihooo—ahh!!" Her breath hitched, her nails digging crescents into his skin.

He gripped her ankles tighter, spreading her wider, exposing her completely as he tilted her hips and pushed deeper—so deep. The slow drag was torture, the stretch unbearable as he bottomed out, his pelvis flush against her ass. Her pussy pulsed around him, squeezing tight as if trying to pull him deeper still.

"Is it good, baby?" Jiho growled, grinding his hips in slow circles—letting her feel the way his cock twitched inside her, the way his veins pressed against her walls. Nagyung whimpered as she strained against his hold. He could see it, the way her stomach tensed with every inch, the way her soft belly dipped with each slow thrust.

"Jiho—ahh—so...so good—" Her breath stuttered when he pulled out, just the tip catching her entrance, before driving back in with deliberate force. Her thighs trembled against his grip, her toes curling as she arched off the bed. "I can feel—hnnngh—every vein...."

Jiho groaned, the sensation of her tight heat clamping down on him like a vice. His fingers dug into her hips, dragging her down harder with each thrust—each one punctuated by the wet slap of skin and Nagyung’s fragmented gasps.

“I—ahhhnnn—I’m s-so tight—fuhhhck—right?” she whimpered, her words dissolving into nothing as his cock stretched her even wider. Her nails raked down his chest, leaving angry red marks as her back arched—her body instinctively trying to escape the overwhelming fullness. But Jiho didn’t let her. “Nngh—no—ahhh! S-so deep—Jihoooo!”

His grip tightened, fingers bruising her hips as he dragged her down harder—each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin and the way her voice cracked into shattered, gasping nonsense. “You—fuhhh—you feel it?” he growled. “How fucking tight you are? Like you—hnnngh—like you’re trying to suck me dry.”

“J-Jiho—ahhnn! S’too—nngh—t-tight—guhhh!” Her back arched violently, her pussy clenching down on him in rhythmic spasms as he bottomed out again, the thick base of his cock stretching her obscenely wide. “Fuhhh—ah! Ah! Ah!!*” Each stuttered cry pitched higher as he rolled his hips, dragging his cockhead against that spongy spot inside her that made her vision whiten.

Nagyung’s fingers twisted in the sheets, her thighs trembling around his waist as he snapped his hips faster—short, brutal thrusts aimed directly at that spot. “Ohhh—fuhhhck! Jiho—Jiho! Right th-there!! KEEP HITTING THERE!!” He pistoning into her with relentless precision, the wet slap of their skin filling the room. Drool dripped from her parted lips, her eyes rolling back as her body locked up—her orgasm crashing over her so hard her toes curled into the mattress.

“Oohhh feel so niceee!!” she wailed with her voice raw and her cunt clamping down around him in pulsing waves. Jiho groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he fucked her through it—each thrust dragging another choked sob from her throat. The moment her pussy loosened, he flipped her onto her stomach then her ass jutting up and slammed back in without hesitation. Nagyung gasped, her fingers scrambling on the sheet as his cock speared deeper from this angle.

“—fuhhh—Jiho—so deep!!” Nagyung cries, her thighs shaking, as he fuck her brains out, grinding against her cervix. The stretch was unbearable—her body bowing under his weight—but he didn’t relent. Jiho’s hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back as he snapped his hips forward—each thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin and her incoherent moans.

Jiho groaned, his thrusts stuttered as her heat squeezed him impossibly tighter. “Fuck—uhhh—so fucking tight—ahhhnn!” His fingers dug into her hips, dragging her back onto his cock with each thrust, her slick coating his thighs. Her body convulsed, her nails raking down his forearms as she whimpered, her voice thin and broken, her orgasm wrung out of her by the relentless grind of his hips.

"Jihoooo—!!! G-god—hnnnggpp—cumming ag—ahhhnn!!" Nagyung wailed, her words dissolving into gasps as her pussy clamped down rhythmically, her inner walls fluttering around him—milking his cock greedily. Jiho gritted his teeth, his hips snapping forward harder, deeper, as he chased his own release. Her thighs trembled beneath him, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her moans escalating into a high-pitched whine.

Then, suddenly her body jerked violently, her back arching off the bed as a hot gush of liquid sprayed out from her pulsing cunt, soaking both their thighs and the sheets beneath them. Nagyung cried out, her eyes rolling back—her entire body convulsing as Jiho groaned, his cock buried deep inside her, feeling the spasming heat of her orgasm washing over him. "F-fuck—look at you, an angel," he growled.

Her thighs trembled violently, her toes curling into the sheets as another wave of pleasure crashed over her. Nagyung—still gasping—reached down with one shaking hand, sliding her fingers through her own slick mess before bringing them up to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste herself. "Mmm—see? Even—hah—when I cum—I'm so perfect and pretty" she panted, her voice wrecked but deliriously smug.

Jiho groaned with his cock twitching inside her as she arched her back, her sweat-slicked chest heaving. "Look—look at me, Jiho," she whined, her fingers trailing down her own body, smearing wetness across her stomach. "I'm—hnngh—so pretty when I cum—right?" Her voice cracked as another spasm rocked her, her hips jerking helplessly against his thrusts.

Jiho smirked, gripping her thighs hard enough to leave marks. "Yeah, baby—you're fucking gorgeous," he growled, his hands sliding up to squeeze her bouncing breasts. "But you know what's even prettier?" His fingers pinched her nipples—cruelly—making her yelp. "When you ride me like you're desperate for it."

Nagyung moaned, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles—just to tease—her wetness dripping down his shaft. "Mmm—you like watching me, don't you?" she purred, throwing her hair back—her tits jiggling with every movement—her thighs slick with sweat and arousal. "Bet you love seeing me—hah—totally wrecked and still so elegant."

Jiho groaned, gripping her hips—his fingers digging in—but Nagyung slapped his hands away, biting her lip. "No—my turn," she gasped, lifting herself up—her pussy clinging to him—before slamming back down, her body shuddering at the sensation. "Fuck—see? Even when—nngh—I'm a mess—I'm still—ah—the prettiest fucking thing you’ve ever seen." Her breath hitched as her nails raked down his chest with her thighs trembling as she rode him faster.

Jiho smirked—his cock twitching inside her—but Nagyung pressed a finger to his lips—her hips rolling in slow, sinful circles—her voice husky: "Shhh—just look at me." She arched her back—her tits bouncing—her wetness dripping obscenely—her eyes glazed with lust. "Every time—hah—I cum? You—fuck—you get that same stupid look—like you can’t believe I’m yours—like I’m some—nngh—goddess."

She dragged her fingers down her own throat—her nails leaving faint red trails—before pinching her nipple—her gasp sharp—her pussy clenching around him. "See? Even—ah—when I’m ruined—mascara everywhere—hair fucked out—I still—hah—look perfect." Her breath hitched—her thighs trembling as she lifted herself up his cock glistening before slamming back down—her moan guttural. "Bet you —fuck—wish you could take pictures—right now—show everyone—how pretty I am—when I—ah—fall apart."

Jiho’s grip bruised her hips as she rode him recklessly—her rhythm erratic—her knuckles white against his chest. "Say it," she demanded—her voice breaking—her slick dripping obscenely between them. "Say I’m—the prettiest—fucking mess—you’ve ever seen—hah—say it—!"

His thumbs dug into her ribs, his grip sliding to cup her tits roughly, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, pinching her nipples till she gasped. "My angel," he rasped. "Look at you, spit and cum dripping still performing even now—" His hand slapped her ass. Her cry sharp before his fingers kneaded the reddening skin possessively. Nagyung threw her head back, her throat bared, her hips rolling, her lips curling into a smirk even as her thighs trembled. "Your—ah—fucking hands—feel better than—any award," she breathed.

Lifting herself agonizingly slow, his cock glistening, her puffy lips clinging, her breath ragged. "You like—the way—I ride—this cock—?" Her voice dripped with taunting sweetness.

Jiho grinned, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as she rolled her hips in tight circles. Her moan broke halfway as she gasped, "Bet you wish everyone saw how fucking pretty I look riding you like ah some prize—"

His grip tightened, yanking her down harder onto his cock, her pussy clenching wetly around him. Nagyung threw her head back, her hair sticking to her sweat-slicked shoulders as she bounced faster, her thighs trembling but her smirk never leaving her swollen lips.

Jiho’s hands slid up her sides, fingers tracing the sweat between her breasts before palming them roughly. “Fuck, baby,” he growled, squeezing her nipples just enough to make her hips stutter. “You’re so fucking perfect when you ride me like this—like you were made for my cock.”

Nagyung didn’t slow down—if anything, she moved faster, her thighs flexing as she slammed herself down onto him with the rhythmic precision of a machine. Her breath came in ragged gasps, lips parted as she watched his face twist in pleasure. “You—ah—love being under me,” she taunted, grinding her hips in tight circles, her slick walls pulsing around him. “Bet you’d let me ruin you if I wanted to.”

Jiho’s fingers dug into her waist hard enough to leave marks, his jaw clenched as he fought the urge to flip her beneath him. But Nagyung only grinned wider, her nails scratching down his chest as she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “Too bad I—”

The rest of her taunt was cut off by a rough growl as Jiho twisted his hips, flipping them in one fluid motion. Nagyung gasped as her back hit the mattress, his weight pinning her legs apart, her thighs trapped beneath his forearms. His cock sank deeper into her with the shift, drawing a broken moan from her lips as he loomed over her, his breath uneven.

"Fuck—Jiho—" Nagyung clawed at his back, her nails digging into his skin as he adjusted his grip, fingers lacing with hers and pinning her hands above her head. The sudden dominance left her breathless, her pulse racing beneath her sweat-slicked skin. His thrusts came harder now, relentless, the slap of skin echoing between them as he buried himself to the hilt with every snap of his hips.

"You love me so hard," she gasped, arching into him, her voice breaking on a moan as he hit that spot inside her—the one that made her vision blur.

Jiho growled, his grip tightening around her wrists, fingers digging into the soft flesh. "You're fucking dripping," he snarled, hips slamming into her with a wet slap. Her thighs trembled around his waist, slick with sweat and arousal, the scent of sex thick between them. The bed creaked beneath them, wood groaning under the force of his thrusts, the rhythm relentless, unforgiving. Every snap of his hips drove her higher, her moans turning ragged, desperate.

Nagyung arched beneath him, her back bowing off the mattress as pleasure coiled tight in her stomach. "Fuck—Jiho—please—" His cock dragged against her walls with every withdrawal, the stretch bordering on painful, the glide obscenely wet. She could feel him everywhere—the heat of his body pressing hers into the sheets, the musk of his skin, the way his breath hitched when her pussy clenched around him.

"Jiho—ah! Are you—fuck—close?" Her words dissolved into gasps half-formed sounds of pleasure, her voice breaking on a moan as he pistoned into her. "Hnngh—I can—ah!—feel it—"

"Yes! I'm so close," he growled against her ear, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision. His grip on her wrists tightened—knuckles white—his breath ragged and hot against her neck.

"Together," she gasped, her body tightening around him. "I wanna feel you—inside—when I—ah!—cum!"

Jiho groaned, his thrusts stuttering, his fingers digging into her waist. "God—you're so tight—fuck—"

Nagyung whimpered beneath him, her legs tightening around his hips, her nails raking down his back. "Are u safe today?" Jiho asked between ragged breaths.

She blinked up at him, her body slick with sweat and her mind hazy with pleasure. "W-what?" Her voice cracked with her thighs trembling and her pussy clenching tighter around him. Her orgasm was hovering just out of reach. "Jiho—ah!—what kind of—hnngh—question is that—right now?!"

Jiho slowed—his thrusts deeper—his cock pulsing inside her—his fingers tightening on her waist. "Answer me," he growled—his breath hot against her ear—his teeth grazing her lobe—his voice rough with restraint. "Is this your safe day or not?”

Nagyung arched, The sudden shift from pleasure to practicality snapped her focus. She laughed a little, her voice steadier now. “You pick now to ask? After you’ve already buried yourself in me?” Her fingers traced the sweat-slick line of his spine—her smile sharp—her tone teasing.

“Answer the question,” he demanded, his cock pulsing inside her. Nagyung gasped—her body tightening—her words dissolving into fragmented pleasure: “Ah!—f-fuck—Jiho!—I—ugh—forgot—” Her hips jerked.

“Fuck it! Just dump it inside me!” Nagyung moaned. Her voice was raw, her nails raking down his back as she arched into him, every inch of her body begging for release. The wine-flushed haze of the evening had dissolved into pure, desperate need—her thighs slick with arousal, her mind blank except for the pulse of his cock stretching her perfectly.

Jiho growled against her collarbone, his thrusts turning brutal—no longer teasing, no longer restrained. “You’re sure?” His words were ragged, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. Nagyung’s answer was a broken whimper, her legs hooking around his waist to pull him deeper. She didn’t care about consequences, didn’t care about anything except the heat coiling low in her stomach.

The first spill of his release inside her was molten—a thick, pulsing rush that sent her spiraling over the edge with a scream. Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her pussy clamping down around him in rhythmic spasms, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. Jiho cursed, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deeper, his cock twitching with each pulse. “Fuck—Nagyung—”

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think—only feel. Her body arched off the bed, her fingers twisted in the sheets, her vision whiting out as pleasure wracked her violently. His cum flooded her, hot and sticky, the sensation almost overwhelming as he ground himself against her clit, drawing out her climax ruthlessly. She sobbed his name, her voice raw.

Jiho collapsed onto her, his breath ragged against her sweat-slicked skin. He kissed her neck, his lips trailing up to her ear. "You took it so fucking well," he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. Nagyung could only whimper in response, her body still trembling with aftershocks. His fingers traced lazy circles on her hip, possessive and tender.

She managed to lift her hand weakly, giving him a shaky thumbs-up before letting it flop onto the mattress. Jiho chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. "That good, huh?" Nagyung rolled her eyes—or tried to, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Instead, she made a vague gesture with her fingers, curling them slightly in a silent plea to just hold her already.

The request didn’t need words. Jiho pulled her against his chest, his skin sticky with sweat and hers still trembling from aftershocks. Nagyung sighed into the crook of his neck, her breath warm and uneven. "You’re not gonna make me move, are you?" she mumbled, already half-asleep. Jiho’s laugh rumbled against her, his fingers idly tracing patterns down her spine. "Would you even feel it if I did?"

The sheets tangled around their legs. Nagyung’s thighs were still slick, her body limping against him. Jiho pressed his lips to her forehead, lingering there. "You’re staying the night," he said—not a question, just fact. Her answering hum was barely audible, more vibration than sound. He shifted just enough to pull the comforter over them, his hand settling possessively on her hip.

A phone buzzed, the screen flashing against the nightstand. Jiho reached for it blindly, squinting at the notification: a text from Chaeyoung. "Tell us when you’re dead," followed by a string of eggplant emojis. He snorted, tossing the phone back. Nagyung didn’t stir, her breathing deep and even, lips slightly parted.

Jiho traced idle circles along her ribs, fingertips skating over the faint red marks he’d left earlier. Her skin was still warm, flushed from exertion, the scent of her shampoo mingling with sweat and sex. He inhaled deeply, pressing his nose to the crown of her head.

Nagyung stirred, batting weakly at his wandering hand. “Jiho, stop it,” she mumbled into his collarbone with exhaustion. “Let’s sleep.”

“Yes, Princess,” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to her lips.

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