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Extra Credit (m) | Young K

01 . 02 . 03 . 04 . 05 . 06 . 07 . Epilogue

The two seconds pause between the rhythmic knock let him know that it was you. And judging by the time of the day, it was safe for you to assume he was alone, working past the office hour as usual as the end of the semester approached.

His face lit up seeing you walking in, closing the door securely before walking up towards him, “What you up to?”

A tired smile graced his face, glasses pushed up as he turned to face his screen, “Work. Same old, same old.”

Standing behind him, you gave his shoulders a soft squeeze before taking a few steps to his right and pushing yourself up on his desk, swinging your legs as you looked around his room. Swiveling his chair to face you, he took your hand in his, looking at you with pleading eyes. “Kiss me?”

Giggling, you leaned down and gave him a quick peck. He grunted in response, words laced with complaint, “A proper one. Not like that.”

Raising a brow, you leaned closer to his face again, eyes studying his features. Your fingers roamed over his shoulders, before moving upwards, ghosting his neck and cradling his face in your palms.

His fingers found purchase in the ruffle of your blouse, tugging you to close the distance between your lips, as he moved his hungrily over yours, nibbling on your bottom lip.

You chuckled again as you broke the kiss, putting your hand flat on his sturdy chest, “Okay, that’s enough, go finish your work.”

When he pulled himself away from you, there was a short moment where you thought, to your own surprise as well, that he was going to resume working. But when he tilted his head to the side slightly, contemplating, you can almost pinpoint the exact moment he decided fuck it, and pushed his chair closer to you, pushing your legs apart and positioning himself between your legs.

Pushing your skirt upwards, letting his fingers stroke the skin of your thighs in the process, he relished in the way your breath hitched slightly. He pressed a kiss to your inner thigh, his nose tickling the sensitive skin as he snuggled and rested his head, his cheek pressed into your right thigh.

Instinctively, you let your fingers card through his hair, scratching his scalp gently and feeling him pushing his head deeper into your hand, "No more work?"

He sighed, looking up at you while his finger traced circles into your unoccupied leg, "Too distracted now. I can see up your skirt."

You would hate to admit it, but you felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your legs at his words.

He chuckled, words slightly muffled from his cheek being squished by your thigh, "And I can see your arousal soaking through your poor panties."

Pushing his head off of you, you placed your heel on his thigh to push your butt slightly off the table, earning a hiss from him. Your eyes never left his, gaze confident as you dragged the soiled piece of underwear down your legs, before kicking it off onto the floor.

The moment your pussy was bare, he was pushing himself between your legs again, only for you to grab him by his hair, tugging slightly to make him face you, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you in surprise.

Using your other hand, you started gathering the wetness between your bottom lips and using it to lube your clit as you rubbed circles into it.

His breath was hot on your thigh, as he looked up at you pleadingly, "Let me,"

Ignoring him, you plunged two fingers inside your hole, letting out a whimper at the feeling of the sudden intrusion, face squirming as you pumped your fingers in and out slowly.

The tighter you felt you own walls clamping on your fingers, the tighter your grab on his hair became, pulling out more sighs from him, with him now pressing open mouthed kisses all over your inner thigh, grunting Whys as he watched you.

Pulling your fingers out, you wiped the juices coating them on his cheek, "Just showing you how much better I've gotten since our first time here, Professor."

Hooking his arms under your thighs, he tugged you forward, his face now barely inches from your dripping hole, your fingers letting go of his hair as the tug caused you to place your hands flat on the table to stabilise yourself.

"You had your fun," he nuzzled his nose closer towards you, "Now it's my turn."

The moment his tongue breached your folds, swirling between the wet lips as he collected your arousal, you clamped your hand over your mouth to contain your moans. No matter how much better you claimed you had gotten, nothing beat how good he made you feel.

Just one swipe of his tongue, and you were a trembling mess in his hands.

One arm let go of your thigh as he moved his lips to suck on your reddened bud, fingers moving to spread your folds, allowing the arousal to leak out and onto his desk.

Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you felt your head spin at the sight of him, pupils blown out as he stared at you, his tongue flicking over your clit repetitively. There was a dull ache throbbing in your walls, as your body craved for the pleasure it was used to, the prolonged foreplay making you desperate over the second.

As soon as he saw you open your mouth to speak, he pushed two fingers inside you, causing incoherent sentences to leave your mouth. He chuckled, sending vibrations straight to your bundle of nerves, "Use your words. Be a good student and ask me properly for what you want."

Swallowing thickly, chest heaving, your voice came out in a squeak, "God. Younghyun, stop,"

His reply was an unamused, "Hm? Younghyun?"

Pressing his fingers deeper into you, he wiggled them at a certain angle, rubbing onto that delicious spot inside you, "Address me properly."

Sighing, you bit your lip before blurting out a broken, high pitched, "Professor,"

And in an instance, all forms of pleasure were ripped away from you, with him pulling his fingers out and his lips away from you.

You opened your eyes, staring at him, "W-why did you stop?"

"You told me to." He chuckled.

"No I didn't mean it that way." You flushed, feeling hot and bothered by his teasing.

He shrugged, acting nonchalant.

Furrowing your brows, you sat up, pushing yourself off his desk, stumbling as you tried to stand up, leaning towards him as your fingers made quick work of unbuckling his belt, freeing his erection, drawing out a contented sigh from him in the process.

Moving to straddle him, you grit your teeth as you spoke, "I meant, stop using your fingers, and put your dick in me."

Right when the head of his member met your core, you felt him grip your waist tightly, stopping you from moving. Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he chuckled again, "You're so cute when you're desperate."

Before you could muster a reply, he stood up, kicking his chair backwards and pushing you towards his desk again, the edge digging into the small of your back.

But you could barely focus on the sting as you wrapped your leg around his waist, him chuckling gratefully as he snaked his arm around your middle, before finally pushing his erection into your cunt, both of you moaning at the same time as he bottomed out in one shove.

One hand on his desk, another around his neck, you threw your head back as you basked in the delicious stretch and the drag of his thick girth inside you. Younghyun swore he could count the number of pistoning his hips did on one hand, and your walls were already fluttering close around him.

Teeth grazing your pulse point with your neck bared for him, he chuckled, "Already?"

Incoherent garbles were all he got in response, causing him to pull his head off of your neck to look at your face, which was contorting in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut with tears brimming the corner of your eyes.

"Fuck, you're actually so fucking close."

Kissing your swollen lips, he whispered into your skin, "So good, baby, you're so fucking good, let go for me."

The orgasm hit you hard, as it always did. The jolt of pleasure sending numbness straight down your legs, your body shivering in gratification, held in place by his strong hands as he drink in your blissed out expression.

"You're so fucking beautiful," Broken words were spoken as he reached his own high, tucking his chin into your shoulder as he released with heavy, rhythmic grunts. You rubbed your hands up and down his chest, soothing him down although you yourself could barely feel your legs.

"You okay?" you whispered into his ear.

"Yeah, just give me a second." He laughed.

You stayed in comforting silence for a moment, running your hand up and down his chest and back as your ragged breathings slowed down, feeling his member softening inside you.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" you asked as he pulled out, gently lifting you onto his desk as he wiped the mess between your legs.

"Hm, yea sure?"

"Do you get turned on when you people call you Professor?"

His hand paused their movement as he contemplated his answer, standing up and caging you between his arms, face hovering over yours, "I don't know...try calling me Younghyun?"

Biting your lip as you suppress a giggle, you half whispered, "Younghyun?"

He smiled stupidly seeing the way your lips curved as you said his name, leaning closer until your lips met, "Nah, its just you."

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#day6 smut #youngk smut #young k smut #fic:extracredit

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Wonpil + 33 (maybe in like a playful way?? idk)

“If I give you an orgasm, will you go away?”

There you were, nestled and tucked in next to Wonpil on the couch, one of his arms looped around you, eyes trained and fixed on his FIFA game on the big screen.

The most interesting about these kinds of dates wasn't the actual game, but it was seeing his reactions during the game. The way he would slightly suck in his cheeks when he was so close to scoring a goal, or the way he would not hold back on cussing the opponents.

It got you thinking how far can you go before his focus faltered.

It started with you nestling closer into his side, pressing a chaste kiss on his neck. Then your hand started roaming over his sides, before moving towards his leg, giving his thigh soft squeezes.

At this point, he has his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, eyebrows furrowed, controllers clicking as his in-game character ran towards the goal.

It was when he was right in front, about to score the winning goal that you, not so subtly ran your hand over his crotch, palming him in the process.

In a panic, he quickly pressed pause and looked at you. "Does watching me play fifa seriously turns you on?"

You shrugged, blinking innocently, "Maybe?"

“If I give you an orgasm, will you go away?”

"You're willing to pause your game just to make me cum? I'm flattered."

Wonpil giggled at that, his eyes disappearing into crescent moons, "What if I, exit my game," he gently moved his arms from around you, putting his controllers aside as he tugged you to straddle him, "-and we play another game of our own?"

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you brought your lips close to his, "I'm not very good at games, you gotta walk me through it step by step."

He closed the distance, pressing a kiss, "It'd be a pleasure."

#c:drabble1 #wonpil scenarios #wonpil fic #wonpil drabble #day6 drabbles #wonpil drabbles

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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Not Hurt isss sooo gooodd! Your writings have so much feel in them , i jus love how you develop the storyline!! ilyyy and your writings ;-; <3

Pls bear with me cus i keep fangirling over your writings :'D

This pic is for youuu :D

aaa thank u!! ive said it before but its only when i can think of a concept i can word vomit that much and be satisfied,, sometimes i just go for days with no thoughts 😂 thanks for enjoying and letting me know!! And for the yonk pic!! <3

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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I absolutely loved your Not hurt fic 😭😭 I seriously imagined myself being there and just thinking about how hurt y/n must've felt almost made me tear up a bit ahfbedefuefaewj but besides the god-tier smut I loved the story behind it

aaa thank u so much!! Ive always loved mafia / gang member type of aus but im shit at making actual plots for a long fic so i guess short scenarios will do for now 😭 glad you loved my attempt at making somewhat a story :D

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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Even thougy Not hurt is a smut, it really feels delicate and soft to me somehow, I could imagine his dark eyes sparkling, all his moves felt tender I don't know if that makes sense... I just loved it, you're doing such an amazing job really ❤

Thank you! That is my aim with most (?) some (?) of my fics, so I'm glad you felt it :))) Like the smut is smut but i do wanna write in a way that its more than just sex. Nothing wrong with just sex either, but its just the way i prefer to write/read :D

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT YOU YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO MYDAY STAN I'M A HAPPY YOUNGHYUN STAN THANKS TO YOUR CONTENT ILY

THE PLEASURE IS MINE 🧡 YOUNGHYUN JUST HITS DIFFERENT FOR ME ITS MANIFESTING ALL THESE IDEAS IN MY HEAD 😭 ilyt!!

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i lovee reading comments and tags 😭🧡

@unsaidhj SHUT UP all your skz aus helped me branch out and inspired me to write more of day6 aus 😤 but yes yes aaa im so happy you Felt what i was trying to convey through the readers emotions 😭😭 thank u thank u

@petalpsj omg thank u for putting it into words and validating my feelings for morning sungjin youre definitely right sungjin is the most comforting person ever 🥺🥺🥺 thank u as always 🧡

@petalpsj "your love for young k really shines in your writing" 😭😭🥺🥺 its true its true whenever i get a concept in my head my brain just word vomit ugh his impact !! The cha cha line made me laugh 😂😂 eeep im glad u enjoyed it!!

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i just read not hurt and oh my GOD!!! it is so beautifully written ❤️ i love the idea of bad boy younghyun

Thank you so much! The fic has a soft spot in my heart for some reason // a personal favorite so this means a lot ;; its actually something i kept in my drafts for a while now, it just felt right to post something for valentines day :D thanks again!! 🧡

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happy valentines day 💜

Not Hurt (m) | Young K | smut, gang member!Young K

tw : mentions of blood

The metallic smell of blood and rust forced a sigh out of your hollow chest, and though the bedroom lights were dim, his outline was clear. Tall, broad shoulders making his way across the room. Tapping his toes impatiently while he sent a quick text, before throwing his phone on the bed and peeling his shirt off, you thought to yourself maybe he too, was starting to get bothered by the iron-like stench.

He left the bathroom door slightly ajar, the sound of hot water and his groans making you roll your eyes, but it was your cue. Your cue to pull out the white box stashed in the bedside drawer, walking inside the bathroom and pushing yourself up the counter, legs swinging as you waited for him to finish showering.

Your mind wandered as you observed the intensity of the red in the water flowing into the drain gradually decreasing, until the water was almost clear. He shot you a wink through the foggy glass separating the both of you and you wanted nothing more than to wipe off the smug expression he had on his face. His stupidly handsome face, even when it was littered with cuts and bruises threatening to form.

Wrapping his towel securely around his hips, he walked out, water dripping through the ends of his jet black bangs. His face lit up as he walked closer towards you, holding one hand out to touch your face, only for you to slap a cold pack into his hand, looking at him threateningly.

“Babe..”

You held his wrist and pushed the cold pack towards his bruised left cheek. “Hold still.”

Parting your legs, you tugged him closer towards you by the biceps, wiping the stray droplets of water on his face with a small towel, flinching when he winced as you dabbed on an open cut above his left brow, the crimson stain seeping through the handkerchief in your hand. A heavy, exasperated sigh left your mouth, an expression of disappointment but also done on purpose to ignite a feeling of guilt inside him.

You didn’t know if he was capable of feeling guilty, but at this point you didn’t have much choice.

Fishing a cotton swab out of the plastic packaging, you mumbled curse words as you squeezed the ointment onto the tip. Your face was stern, but your heart was thumping in worry as you delicately applied the medication across the cut, eyes flitting nervously towards his. You worked in silence, hoping the tension would rid him with guilt, your hands skillfully replacing the cotton swabs, tracing every cut on his face, one across the cheekbone, one across the jaw, another, particularly larger one at the junction where his shoulder and neck met. You shivered thinking of the what ifs, if the cut was deeper, if it was closer to his vein; you shook your head to rid the bitter taste in your mouth.

When you took his hand in yours, to nurse the bruised and cut knuckles, he was quick to press a kiss on your hand, grinning at you. You sighed again, ignoring him as you taped the gauze, before struggling with the bandage for a short while, though muscle memory kicked in and soon you were wrapping his knuckles safely inside the white fabric.

He flicked his wrist a few times, admiring the bandage like one would on freshly manicured nails, “Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

His words were sincere but you felt like you were being made fun of.

“Is this fun for you?” Your first words of the night caused him to furrow his eyebrows at you.

“Babe..”

“Don’t babe me now, Younghyun.” Cradling his face in your hands, you tilted his jaw upwards to look at you, both your pupils shaking at the eye contact. “Every night I feel like I really need to take one last good look at you.. Before you lose yourself or you lose me.”

“Don’t say that..”

“I’m serious. I do not know how to make it clearer to you that this," you let your thumb ghost over a nick, "it doesn't hurt just you, it hurts me.”

Slowly, ever so carefully, his arms found their way around your waist, and you wished you had the willpower to push him away, but his gentle, comforting hold was just what you needed, a temporary bandaid for your emotional distress. Although the irony of it all was him being the source of the distress.

Tucking your chin on his shoulder, you blinked your tears away, "I wish things were different."

There was a slight offended tone in voice as he replied, "Different how?"

"I don't know. But I can't keep doing this."

He pulled back, studying your eyes with his, thumb delicately wiping your moist cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear. "Are you going to leave me?"

"Can't you leave them instead? We'll figure something out. I'll talk to Sungjin, we both know he has a soft spot for me."

"Babe, you know that's not how things work.. Sungjin,-" he linked his hand with yours as he continued saying things you already knew he would say, "-has a soft spot for you because he considers you family. And that means if anything happens to me-"

"Don't."

"-if anything happens to me, I know the gang will take care of you."

"If it's not you, I don't want it."

He laughed. "Wow, you're so obsessed with me."

"Younghyun, I'm serious."

"Okay, fine. But I am, too. You can't do this to me, especially not tonight, when things aren't even that bad. You've seen me in worse states."

And maybe it was the sincere look in his eyes, or the way his hands were gently roaming over your skin, or the way he was leaning closer and closer towards you, but it got you realizing you may not be able to live like this, but you definitely wouldn't be able to live without him.

Cradling his face in your hands, being wary of where you place your fingers as to not press on any wound, your eyes roamed over his face, finding yourself smiling softly, involuntarily, as if on reflex. Leaning in, tilting your head to the side, you kissed him as delicate as you could.

There was no urgency in the kiss, just your lips lazily moving across each other's, movements restrained, as if one of you was going to break if you kissed harder.

"I won't let you go to sleep hurting."

The first grunt that left his mouth signalled the beginning of him breaking. Fingers now digging deeper into the skin of your waist, and you gasped, stomach tensing when you felt him pulling you closer towards him, your clothed core brushing against his lower abdomen. You didn't realise when he lost the towel, but his bare skin felt so warm against your centre and you found yourself clenching around nothing, eliciting a chuckle from him at your not so subtle squirming.

His hand made quick work of pushing your panties to the side, his fingers finding your slit as his thumb stroked your bundle of nerves teasingly slow. He slid his middle finger up and down your slit, pressing harder every time your body trembled.

"You get wet so fast for me, it's cute."

If your face wasn't already burning up from the teasing, that definitely would've made you inappropriately warm in a second. It felt like you were getting molten lava poured over you at the moment. All you could do was hum to suppress your moan, head and hands shaking to find something to hold on to, to ground yourself as best as you could before losing it all to him that night.

Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you carefully leaned backwards, creating space between your torsos and pushing your core closer towards him. The promise of an orgasm was making you desperately compliant, but who wouldn't, when his finger was sliding in and out of your slick hole, pace so unhurried you could feel him pushing deeper and deeper, occasionally flicking his wrist to open you up at a different angle.

Your grip on his wrist was getting tighter, but it didn't seem to faze him as he inserted another finger in, your eyes entranced at the sight of his fingers moving in and out of you, getting coated with the glistening release over time, his eyes fixed on your face, licking his bottom lip and groaning to hold himself in place, fighting the urge to push you down and fuck you senselessly on the bathroom counter.

At least not until you cummed first.

As his pace got faster and faster and your cunt got tighter and tighter around his fingers, he pushed deeper, stilling for a short second before rubbing the delicious spot inside with the tip of his fingers, pushing his palm to pulse against your clit simultaneously.

The cries of pleasure weaved into curse words and failed attempts at vocalising the full syllables of his name indicated your first high of the night. Your chest heaved as you felt him pulling out, almost thanking him for sparing you from the overstimulation. But your relief didn't last long as you felt him attaching his lips to your swollen clit, licking and sucking on the reddened bud.

Squirming in discomfort, you whined and begged, although it was probably counterproductive on your part, as all your whines did was rile him up even more, pressing his face deeper into your sopping centre, tongue licking through your slit, moving upwards before reclaiming your most sensitive nub into his mouth again.

Your flailing arms knocked some of the products off the counter, but none of you seemed to care. For obvious reasons. The moment the words "Fuck, Younghyun-" left your lips, he was quick to insert and pump two fingers inside your hole again, finger fucking and eating you out as you orgasmed over his face.

There was an exact 3 seconds where you blacked out on the counter as he kissed your inner thighs before standing up and tugging you off the counter. The way your legs were barely supporting your own body and your blanked out state of mind barely registering what was happening worked in his favor as he easily manhandled and spun you around to face the mirror.

You were slightly embarrassed at how disoriented you looked but the way Younghyun was looking at your reflection, grin proud but eyes full of love, it made you didn't really mind of the way you looked.

When the head of his member breached your entrance, Younghyun stilled for a moment, eyes wary of your expression. "More," you whined, pushing your hips closer towards him to take him deeper.

Fully sheathed inside you, he brought his lips close to your eyes, your eyes meeting on the reflection in the mirror.

"How do you want it tonight? Do you want me to go slow?" He pressed a kiss to your temple before continuing, "Or fast?"

The verbal answer never left your mouth, but the way you clenched around him at the latter choice got him chuckling. "Got it."

Bringing both hands to hold you by the hips, he wasted no time as he started pounding into you. Your arms shook as you tried to stabilise yourself on the counter, and your legs losing their strength over the minute was making it even harder for you.

Younghyun took a step forward, pushing your body towards the counter, your clit rubbing the hard surface with every thrust and -you didnt know it was possible- increased his pace.

"Fuck, how are you still this tight even after 2 orgasms?"

The involuntary flutter of your walls at his dirty words got him grunting, wrapping an arm around your waist, as the other went to hold you by the chin, forcing you to look at the reflection.

Eyelids heavy, you begged, "I'm close, please Younghyun."

The friction on your clit by the piece of furniture pressing against it, the girth of his member sliding in and out of you, and the faint sting from his nails digging into your skin were pushing you closer and closer towards your release.

"Do it. Let me see you cum."

Knees buckling and body trembling, you fell apart in his hold, nails clawing at his arm. The intense orgasm caused your walls to clamp even tighter around him, and right when you were a quivering mess in his arms, he reached his release too, burying his nails even deeper into your skin as he climaxed inside of you.

Both of you were bent forward and panting, still joined as one, his arms slowly sliding down to join yours by the counter. "Shit, Younghyun, your bandage fell off." You twisted under him, reaching out to fix the damage.

He softened at how despite it all, your love and care for him was real. Grunting heavily from above you, he chose to point out the other obvious instead, "Babe, you were a literal trembling mess when you orgasmed around my dick minutes ago. You have time to worry about that?"

The way you subtly clenched around him again got him chuckling as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. "No, don't do that. I can go all night but I'd rather not overwork you tonight."

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getdownkyh · 3 years

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Not Hurt (m) | Young K | smut, gang member!Young K | 2.2k words

tw : mentions of blood

“Babe..”

You held his wrist and pushed the cold pack towards his bruised left cheek. “Hold still.”

You didn’t know if he was capable of feeling guilty, but at this point you didn’t have much choice.

He flicked his wrist a few times, admiring the bandage like one would on freshly manicured nails, “Thanks. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

His words were sincere but you felt like you were being made fun of.

“Is this fun for you?” Your first words of the night caused him to furrow his eyebrows at you.

“Babe..”

“Don’t say that..”

“I’m serious. I do not know how to make it clearer to you that this," you let your thumb ghost over a nick, "it doesn't hurt just you, it hurts me.”

Tucking your chin on his shoulder, you blinked your tears away, "I wish things were different."

There was a slight offended tone in voice as he replied, "Different how?"

"I don't know. But I can't keep doing this."

He pulled back, studying your eyes with his, thumb delicately wiping your moist cheek and tucking your hair behind your ear. "Are you going to leave me?"

"Can't you leave them instead? We'll figure something out. I'll talk to Sungjin, we both know he has a soft spot for me."

"Don't."

"-if anything happens to me, I know the gang will take care of you."

"If it's not you, I don't want it."

He laughed. "Wow, you're so obsessed with me."

"Younghyun, I'm serious."

"Okay, fine. But I am, too. You can't do this to me, especially not tonight, when things aren't even that bad. You've seen me in worse states."

There was no urgency in the kiss, just your lips lazily moving across each other's, movements restrained, as if one of you was going to break if you kissed harder.

"I won't let you go to sleep hurting."

"You get wet so fast for me, it's cute."

At least not until you cummed first.

When the head of his member breached your entrance, Younghyun stilled for a moment, eyes wary of your expression. "More," you whined, pushing your hips closer towards him to take him deeper.

Fully sheathed inside you, he brought his lips close to your ear, gazes meeting on the reflection in the mirror.

"How do you want it tonight? Do you want me to go slow?" He pressed a kiss to your temple before continuing, "Or fast?"

The verbal answer never left your mouth, but the way you clenched around him at the latter choice got him chuckling. "Got it."

Younghyun took a step forward, pushing your body towards the counter, your clit rubbing the hard surface with every thrust and -you didnt know it was possible- increased his pace.

"Fuck, how are you still this tight even after 2 orgasms?"

The involuntary flutter of your walls at his dirty words got him grunting, wrapping an arm around your waist, as the other went to hold you by the jaw, forcing you to look at your own reflection.

Eyelids heavy, you begged, "I'm close, please Younghyun."

"Do it. Let me see you cum."

The way you subtly clenched around him again got him chuckling as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder. "No, don't do that. I can go all night but I'd rather not overwork you tonight."

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