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[domm1etae]

damn guys... i miss when i used to post daily here. now i check tumblr once a month 💔💔💔

[domm1etae]

I’m glad that my contribution made your day. Your works are amazing! I wanted to do something to help you out a little bit and I really hope things get better for you. I’ll always be here cheering you on, both with your writing and with your life.

PS I squealed at the gif you sent me (thank you for my bias 😂)

you’re literally the sweetest, thank you so so much again. your support means the world to me, really—it makes everything feel a bit lighter. i’m so happy my little gif made you squeal hehe (minki is my bias well so i knew i knew 🙂‍↕️).

thank you for cheering me on, both with my writing and life, it really keeps me going.

sending you the biggest hug ever 💗

[domm1etae]

morning treat

bf!san x f!reader

oneshot | mdni

1.2k

San wakes up hard and hungry — not for breaky tho, but for the sight of you humming in nothing but a tiny pink apron.

The kitchen counter won’t be clean for long.

nsfw tags under

f/m, vaginal sex, teasting, dirty talk, morning sex, kitchen sex, unprotecte (wear protection kids!!), creampie, spanking, oral (f! receiving), breeding kink, tongue fucking, morning wood

San stirs awake with a shiver crawling down his spine.

A quiet groan leaves his lips as he squints into the too-bright morning light spilling through the window. It’s early — painfully early — but there’s no point fighting it when his body is wide awake, pulsing with that raw, aching hunger that won’t be ignored.

He rolls over, reaching for your side of the bed — only to find cool sheets and emptiness. San frowns, jaw tightening. Now? When all he wants is his girl warm and soft under him?

He pushes himself up, running a hand through his messy hair as he listens. A faint clatter and a soft hum drift in from down the hall. He sighs, shaking his head with a dry laugh. You’re up and about already — of course you are.

San gets up, his cock already heavy and throbbing as he pads barefoot to the kitchen. One glance around the doorway and the sight in front of him just makes things worse.

You’re there — swaying gently at the counter in that tiny pink apron he got you last Christmas. He remembers buying it, thinking how perfectly sweet you’d look in it — but he didn’t expect you to wear it with nothing else underneath.

The apron barely reaches the tops of your thighs. The thin strap is tied in a bow above your ass, leaving your back bare, your hips rolling with every soft step you take. You’re humming a tune to yourself, so caught up in whisking batter and slicing fruit that you don’t even hear him come closer.

San drags his tongue across his bottom lip, hand flexing at his side. He can see the curve of your ass peek out when you shift — the way your thighs brush together when you rock up on your toes. So sweet. So clueless. So easy for him to ruin.

He crosses the kitchen in a few long strides and presses himself flush to your back. Your surprised gasp is soft — a quick squeak that melts into a breathless giggle when you feel his hands settle on your hips.

"Morning, baby," San murmurs, lips brushing over your shoulder as he inhales you — warm skin, sugar, vanilla, everything soft and perfect.

"San— you scared me," you laugh, your voice all airy and sweet as you lean your head to the side for him. "Couldn’t help it," he mutters, nose skimming along your neck, his hands gliding down to cup your ass. "Look at you. Walking around like this, acting innocent."

He grinds against you, letting you feel every inch of how hard he is. You squirm, biting your lip when his hips push forward, his cock pressing right where you’re warmest.

"I was just… making breakfast," you manage to say, breath stuttering when his fingers knead the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Oh, trust me I am very much hungry," San growls, voice rough and low against your ear. "Not for pancakes though."

Before you can answer, he drags the apron up, baring your ass completely. One broad palm smooths over your skin, fingers squeezing, spreading you open just enough to see that you’re already glistening for him.

"Fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice almost a groan. "So wet for me already."

You open your mouth to protest, but the sharp smack of his hand landing on your ass cuts you off. "Ah! San!" you yelp, your hips jolting forward against the counter.

He chuckles, dark and soft, before landing another slap, harder this time — the sting blooming under his touch. "Stay still," San orders. He sinks to his knees behind you, big hands pushing your thighs apart. He barely gives you time to whimper before he buries his face right between your legs.

Your body jerks when his tongue drags through your folds, hot and slick. He hums low in his throat, savoring the taste of you. You brace yourself on the counter, trying to steady your breathing as he works you over with lazy, greedy licks.

"S-San, oh—" Your knees wobble as his tongue circles your clit, then dips lower again to fuck into you. The wet sounds echo around the quiet kitchen — your broken gasps mixing with the faint clatter of the spoon you dropped somewhere beside you.

"Shit, you taste so sweet," San growls, voice muffled as he presses his mouth harder against you. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still while he devours every drop of you, licking and sucking until your thighs are shaking.

"Please— please, San, I’m gonna—" you gasp, your nails digging into the countertop.

He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your soaked skin. "Not yet." His tone leaves no room for argument. He plants one last kiss on your pussy before standing again, towering over you as he flips you around to face him.

You let out a soft gasp as he lifts you onto the counter with zero effort. He steps closer, spreading your legs wide apart so you’re open just for him.

"Hold yourself for me," he commands, eyes dark and hungry. You whimper but do as you’re told — fingers trembling as you spread yourself for him.

San drags his palm over the head of his cock, lining himself up. He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, voice dropping to a whisper. "Look at you. So pretty like this. All mine."

He pushes in with one smooth stroke that knocks the air out of your lungs. You cry out, head tipping back as he fills you to the hilt.

"Fuck," San breathes out, holding himself there for just a heartbeat — savoring the way your pussy clenches around him. "So tight for me. Every damn time."

Your words melt into broken moans when he pulls back and slams back in, setting a rough pace that makes the counter shudder under you. The slap of skin on skin mixes with your breathless cries, echoing through the warm kitchen.

"San— Sannie— oh, please—" "Yeah? You like that?" he pants, one hand gripping your thigh tight enough to leave marks while the other cups the back of your neck. "So fucking good for me. Take it."

Your orgasm builds fast, that hot, breathless pressure coiling tighter with every brutal thrust. You try to speak, but it’s just a string of needy whimpers.

"Say it," San demands, hips snapping into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over. "Tell me."

"Please— please, I’m gonna cum— please, San, please—"

"Do it, baby. Cum for me."

You break apart with a sharp cry, your walls clamping around him as your orgasm hits hard and sudden. Your vision blurs, your body trembling as he fucks you through every wave.

San’s own groan rumbles low in his chest as he chases his high — thrusts going deeper, slower, until he spills inside you, filling you up to the brim with a final, harsh grind of his hips.

You slump back, chest heaving, eyes fluttering shut as he leans in and kisses your sweaty forehead.

"Breakfast can wait," he murmurs against your skin, his lips curved in a lazy grin.

You laugh weakly, breathless and warm all over.

[domm1etae]

PLEASE IM BEGGING FOR EP 20 OF SENT TO TEMPT ME, YOU FED ME SO WELL IM BECOMING DESPERATE FOR EP 20💔💔💔 I WILL GET ON MY FOURS TO BEG IF I HAVE TO💔💔💔💔💔💔

hahaha thnx and yeah… i know it’s been a few months since 18 and 19 came out and all of y’all are waiting for more chapters but like i said yesterday, i gotta deal w my personal stuff first, then i can focus on STTM again

[domm1etae]

i need my beauty sleep so i’ll answer more of my inbox messages in the morning! my inbox is totally full!!! you guys filled it absolutely to the brim while i was gone hahah

[domm1etae]

could you write more san stuff? i really enjoyed todays oneshot with him

of course my love!! i will try to write some more sannie things ❤️

[domm1etae]

I think I messaged you a while ago asking if you use ko-fi (it was a while ago so I am not actually sure) but I sincerely hope that you still do.

heeeey!!! yes yes u did, sorry for the late replyyy...anyways

oh my god....

i’m actually crying, you have no idea how much this means to me. 40 euros is so much, are you insane?? i’m so so so grateful, i don’t even have the words 😭 thank you for being my first donor, you really made my whole day.

if you want to, please reach out to me via x or tumblr dms so i can thank you more personally 💗💗💗

[domm1etae]

PLEASE PLEASE CONTINUE THE YUNGI SENT TO TEMPT ME SERIESSS IM DESPERATE TO READ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM SO SO SO SO SO DESPERATE TO SEE WHAT WILL HAPPEN BETWEEN THEM GOSH I EVEN SCREAMED AND GO SCOLDED PLEASE I LOVE UR SERIESSSS😣😣😣😣

hahaha thank u i love u, i’ll try to upload at least something before the end of this month, i really want to—sttm is my bby too. but like i mentioned in my post a few months back, i’m on a little hiatus bc of my mental health and other stuff, and i’m so so sorry that it’s keeping me from continuing this story… 🫂💗

[domm1etae]

Do you still use ko-fi? Is it any good?

haaay! sorry for the late reply. yeah, i still have kofi—not really use it though, since nobody’s ever donated and people generally don’t donate, so it’s kinda just there, not very useful (for me at least)

[domm1etae]

i wanted to answer my inbox messages this morning and would you look at that, it’s almost midnight hehehe anyways i’m answering right now

[domm1etae]

morning treat

bf!san x f!reader

oneshot | mdni

1.2k

San wakes up hard and hungry — not for breaky tho, but for the sight of you humming in nothing but a tiny pink apron.

The kitchen counter won’t be clean for long.

nsfw tags under

f/m, vaginal sex, teasting, dirty talk, morning sex, kitchen sex, unprotecte (wear protection kids!!), creampie, spanking, oral (f! receiving), breeding kink, tongue fucking, morning wood

San stirs awake with a shiver crawling down his spine.

A quiet groan leaves his lips as he squints into the too-bright morning light spilling through the window. It’s early — painfully early — but there’s no point fighting it when his body is wide awake, pulsing with that raw, aching hunger that won’t be ignored.

He rolls over, reaching for your side of the bed — only to find cool sheets and emptiness. San frowns, jaw tightening. Now? When all he wants is his girl warm and soft under him?

He pushes himself up, running a hand through his messy hair as he listens. A faint clatter and a soft hum drift in from down the hall. He sighs, shaking his head with a dry laugh. You’re up and about already — of course you are.

San gets up, his cock already heavy and throbbing as he pads barefoot to the kitchen. One glance around the doorway and the sight in front of him just makes things worse.

You’re there — swaying gently at the counter in that tiny pink apron he got you last Christmas. He remembers buying it, thinking how perfectly sweet you’d look in it — but he didn’t expect you to wear it with nothing else underneath.

The apron barely reaches the tops of your thighs. The thin strap is tied in a bow above your ass, leaving your back bare, your hips rolling with every soft step you take. You’re humming a tune to yourself, so caught up in whisking batter and slicing fruit that you don’t even hear him come closer.

San drags his tongue across his bottom lip, hand flexing at his side. He can see the curve of your ass peek out when you shift — the way your thighs brush together when you rock up on your toes. So sweet. So clueless. So easy for him to ruin.

He crosses the kitchen in a few long strides and presses himself flush to your back. Your surprised gasp is soft — a quick squeak that melts into a breathless giggle when you feel his hands settle on your hips.

"Morning, baby," San murmurs, lips brushing over your shoulder as he inhales you — warm skin, sugar, vanilla, everything soft and perfect.

"San— you scared me," you laugh, your voice all airy and sweet as you lean your head to the side for him. "Couldn’t help it," he mutters, nose skimming along your neck, his hands gliding down to cup your ass. "Look at you. Walking around like this, acting innocent."

He grinds against you, letting you feel every inch of how hard he is. You squirm, biting your lip when his hips push forward, his cock pressing right where you’re warmest.

"I was just… making breakfast," you manage to say, breath stuttering when his fingers knead the soft flesh of your thighs.

"Oh, trust me I am very much hungry," San growls, voice rough and low against your ear. "Not for pancakes though."

Before you can answer, he drags the apron up, baring your ass completely. One broad palm smooths over your skin, fingers squeezing, spreading you open just enough to see that you’re already glistening for him.

"Fuck, look at you," he mutters, voice almost a groan. "So wet for me already."

You open your mouth to protest, but the sharp smack of his hand landing on your ass cuts you off. "Ah! San!" you yelp, your hips jolting forward against the counter.

He chuckles, dark and soft, before landing another slap, harder this time — the sting blooming under his touch. "Stay still," San orders. He sinks to his knees behind you, big hands pushing your thighs apart. He barely gives you time to whimper before he buries his face right between your legs.

Your body jerks when his tongue drags through your folds, hot and slick. He hums low in his throat, savoring the taste of you. You brace yourself on the counter, trying to steady your breathing as he works you over with lazy, greedy licks.

"S-San, oh—" Your knees wobble as his tongue circles your clit, then dips lower again to fuck into you. The wet sounds echo around the quiet kitchen — your broken gasps mixing with the faint clatter of the spoon you dropped somewhere beside you.

"Shit, you taste so sweet," San growls, voice muffled as he presses his mouth harder against you. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you still while he devours every drop of you, licking and sucking until your thighs are shaking.

"Please— please, San, I’m gonna—" you gasp, your nails digging into the countertop.

He pulls back just enough to speak, his breath hot against your soaked skin. "Not yet." His tone leaves no room for argument. He plants one last kiss on your pussy before standing again, towering over you as he flips you around to face him.

You let out a soft gasp as he lifts you onto the counter with zero effort. He steps closer, spreading your legs wide apart so you’re open just for him.

"Hold yourself for me," he commands, eyes dark and hungry. You whimper but do as you’re told — fingers trembling as you spread yourself for him.

San drags his palm over the head of his cock, lining himself up. He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, voice dropping to a whisper. "Look at you. So pretty like this. All mine."

He pushes in with one smooth stroke that knocks the air out of your lungs. You cry out, head tipping back as he fills you to the hilt.

"Fuck," San breathes out, holding himself there for just a heartbeat — savoring the way your pussy clenches around him. "So tight for me. Every damn time."

Your words melt into broken moans when he pulls back and slams back in, setting a rough pace that makes the counter shudder under you. The slap of skin on skin mixes with your breathless cries, echoing through the warm kitchen.

"San— Sannie— oh, please—" "Yeah? You like that?" he pants, one hand gripping your thigh tight enough to leave marks while the other cups the back of your neck. "So fucking good for me. Take it."

Your orgasm builds fast, that hot, breathless pressure coiling tighter with every brutal thrust. You try to speak, but it’s just a string of needy whimpers.

"Say it," San demands, hips snapping into you, his cock hitting that sweet spot over and over. "Tell me."

"Please— please, I’m gonna cum— please, San, please—"

"Do it, baby. Cum for me."

You break apart with a sharp cry, your walls clamping around him as your orgasm hits hard and sudden. Your vision blurs, your body trembling as he fucks you through every wave.

San’s own groan rumbles low in his chest as he chases his high — thrusts going deeper, slower, until he spills inside you, filling you up to the brim with a final, harsh grind of his hips.

You slump back, chest heaving, eyes fluttering shut as he leans in and kisses your sweaty forehead.

"Breakfast can wait," he murmurs against your skin, his lips curved in a lazy grin.

You laugh weakly, breathless and warm all over.

[domm1etae]

the real question is tho... did they like it? heheheh

Can you imagine how gorgeous and hot yunho would look as he makes love to you with his suit still on and dishevelled?

Just frantic hands grabbing buttons as he rolls his sleeves up and run his hands through his hair before giving you the pleasure you deserve

A small drabble would be great please!!

OMG THIS IS TOP TIER AO$YY&;&UHBIUDB05WPJID YUNHO, anyways here you have it:

Yunho pushes you gently onto the bed, his broad frame looming over you as his suit jacket slides off his shoulders in a rushed motion. His tie dangles loosely around his neck, and his hair is messy from how he’s been running his hands through it. His eyes darken with desire, and his lips part slightly, as if he’s already forgotten how to breathe.

He hovers above you, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows, his fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons before he leans down to kiss you. His lips capture yours, soft yet fervent, and you can feel the desperation in the way he kisses, as though he’s been holding back for far too long.

“You’re stunning” he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and breathless. His hands slide under your blouse, tracing the curve of your waist before pulling it over your head.

You arch into his touch, gripping the undone collar of his shirt to pull him closer. “You look so good like this” you whisper, running your hands over the smooth fabric still covering his chest. “So desperate for me.”

A quiet growl escapes him as he smirks, shrugging off his shirt but leaving it hanging loosely on his shoulders. His lips find your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone while his hands work to unbutton your jeans. “You drive me insane” he murmurs, his voice rough as he pulls your jeans down, leaving you in just your underwear.

“Yunho” you gasp, the way he looks at you stealing the air from your lungs. His gaze is unwavering, filled with hunger that makes your skin flush.

“Say my name like that again” he demands softly, his hands running up your thighs, spreading them apart as he positions himself between them. His suit pants strain against him, and you can see how hard he is as he presses his body against yours.

You moan his name again, louder this time, and he rewards you with a wicked grin. “That’s my girl” he says, his voice dripping with praise. His fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them off in one smooth motion before he leans back to admire the sight of you beneath him.

Without another word, he unbuckles his belt, the sound sharp and commanding, then frees himself from the constraints of his pants. He doesn’t bother taking them off completely, leaving them pooled around his knees as he climbs back over you. The juxtaposition of his half-dressed state, his tie still dangling loosely, and the raw intimacy of the moment is enough to make you dizzy with want.

“Are you ready for me, love?” he asks, his voice softer now, his thumb brushing against your cheek as his other hand grips your thigh.

“Yes” you breathe, already aching for him, the anticipation driving you mad.

He pushes into you slowly, letting out a low, guttural groan as he stretches you, his movements controlled despite the desperation in his eyes. “You feel so perfect” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you again, his hands never stopping their exploration of your body.

Every thrust feels deliberate, each one pushing you closer to the edge as his voice fills the room with whispered praises and quiet moans. “You’re so good for me” he says, his forehead pressed against yours, his breaths hot against your lips.

You cling to him, your nails digging into his shoulders as the room spins, consumed entirely by the way he moves, the way he feels, and the way he loves you.

[domm1etae]

i gotta catch up on all the fics i missed while i was off tumblr omg

[domm1etae]

youre really are the one of the best atiny writer ive ever seen before. looking forward for more from you!

hope youre having wonderful day! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

SHUT UUUUP U ARE MAKING ME SOOOOBBBBBAAAAAH

thank u so much this is actually so sweet omg i love you so so much

[domm1etae]

hi hello how dare you make a fic that is now so in my brain i can't write my own without being like "hehe this reminds me of sent to tempt hehehe"

omg stop, not sent to tempt living in your head rent free…

i’m honored actually hehe💗

[domm1etae]

Hi!! Hope you're healing journey is still going well! I just want to remind you not to rush anything, do something that makes you happy, and have someone to talk to about your problems. Everything will eventually be fine!💞

thank u pretty angel

[domm1etae]

This Was Always Going to Happen

paring: jongho x f!reader

warning: older brother’s best friend, forbidden desire, older male younger female, size difference, suggestive themes, age gap

an: no word count bcs this is just a drabble

You tried to ignore it. Pretend the heat pooling in your chest was harmless. But it wasn’t. The want you had for him ran deep—settled low in your belly and refused to fade, no matter how often you told yourself it was wrong.

He was your brother’s best friend. Off-limits. Out of reach.

But he was also older. Confident. Comfortable in his own skin. He didn’t fumble or hesitate like the boys who didn’t know what to do with their hands. Jongho was steady. Intentional. When he looked at you, it wasn’t with careless curiosity—it was like he already knew. Like he’d already made a decision.

And that made your knees press together, every single time.

You sat cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by all the little things that made your space feel like yours—soft textures, light colors, too many pillows. Your oversized sweater hung off one shoulder, brushing your thighs, and your hair was a mess from running your fingers through it too many times. You looked small. And maybe a little nervous. He made you feel that way just by being close.

Jongho sat across from you, taking up more space than he should. His frame dwarfed the edge of the bed, his knees wide, shoulders relaxed, but his gaze was fixed on you—like you were the only thing that mattered.

His hand settled on your thigh, warm and heavy. Familiar, but different.

It wasn’t the first time he touched you. There were other moments—quiet ones. When he’d linger a second too long while handing you a drink during movie nights with your brother. When he’d rest his hand on your back as you passed in the hallway. When his fingers would brush yours as he reached for something on the counter.

They seemed innocent. Casual. Almost forgettable.

But they weren’t.

Those tiny moments were what got you here. What kept you up at night, heart racing under your covers. They were calculated. And now, you saw it for what it was: a slow, deliberate unraveling.

This moment wasn’t an accident.

The air felt heavier. The space between you buzzed with something unspoken. Jongho’s gaze was unreadable, but his hand on your thigh didn’t move. It just stayed there, his fingers splayed over your skin like a promise he was finally ready to keep.

“You don’t need little boys in your life,” he said, voice low and sure. “Not when I’m right here.”

Your breath stuttered in your chest.

His palm flexed slightly, dragging heat along your leg even through the fabric. He didn’t slide it higher. Not yet. But it was enough to make your mouth go dry.

You looked up at him, wide-eyed, unsure. But he already knew. He could read you like no one else. You’d never been good at hiding what you felt.

“You understand what I’m saying?” he asked, leaning in a little closer.

You nodded before you could stop yourself. Because deep down, you did. You had for a while.

Jongho leaned in until his mouth hovered by your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Let me show you how it feels to be wanted the right way.”

You whimpered, barely audible. Your thighs squeezed together without thinking.

You’d imagined this—fantasized about it on the nights when everything felt too quiet. The way his hands might feel. The way he’d speak to you like you were something precious. Something his.

Your hand reached for him without thinking, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt, trembling.

“This is… we shouldn’t,” you whispered, but your voice gave you away.

He dragged his fingers up, slow and measured, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. Just enough pressure to leave your skin buzzing.

“You don’t want this, doll?” he asked, tilting his head.

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes—full of heat and patience and that dangerous certainty that made your insides twist.

He’d seen how you looked at him. How your gaze lingered too long. How your voice softened just for him. How you dressed like you didn’t notice him watching—but you always noticed.

And for a while, he held back. Until tonight.

Until he found you curled into yourself after yet another disappointment, mascara smudged, voice small. That’s when something in him snapped.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his hand still resting warm at your waistband.

But you didn’t. Couldn’t.

Instead, you leaned up, lips brushing his in the softest kiss. Barely there. Barely brave.

“Yes,” you whispered. “I want it.”

The words were quiet, fragile. But Jongho heard them like thunder. And that’s all he needed.

You tried to ignore it. Pretend the heat pooling in your chest was harmless. But it wasn’t. The want you had for him ran deep—settled low in your belly and refused to fade, no matter how often you told yourself it was wrong.

He was your brother’s best friend. Off-limits. Out of reach.

But he was also older. Confident. Comfortable in his own skin. He didn’t fumble or hesitate like the boys who didn’t know what to do with their hands. Jongho was steady. Intentional. When he looked at you, it wasn’t with careless curiosity—it was like he already knew. Like he’d already made a decision.

And that made your knees press together, every single time.

You sat cross-legged on your bed, surrounded by all the little things that made your space feel like yours—soft textures, light colors, too many pillows. Your oversized sweater hung off one shoulder, brushing your thighs, and your hair was a mess from running your fingers through it too many times. You looked small. And maybe a little nervous. He made you feel that way just by being close.

Jongho sat across from you, taking up more space than he should. His frame dwarfed the edge of the bed, his knees wide, shoulders relaxed, but his gaze was fixed on you—like you were the only thing that mattered.

His hand settled on your thigh, warm and heavy. Familiar, but different.

It wasn’t the first time he touched you. There were other moments—quiet ones. When he’d linger a second too long while handing you a drink during movie nights with your brother. When he’d rest his hand on your back as you passed in the hallway. When his fingers would brush yours as he reached for something on the counter.

They seemed innocent. Casual. Almost forgettable.

But they weren’t.

Those tiny moments were what got you here. What kept you up at night, heart racing under your covers. They were calculated. And now, you saw it for what it was: a slow, deliberate unraveling.

This moment wasn’t an accident.

The air felt heavier. The space between you buzzed with something unspoken. Jongho’s gaze was unreadable, but his hand on your thigh didn’t move. It just stayed there, his fingers splayed over your skin like a promise he was finally ready to keep.

“You don’t need little boys in your life,” he said, voice low and sure. “Not when I’m right here.”

Your breath stuttered in your chest.

His palm flexed slightly, dragging heat along your leg even through the fabric. He didn’t slide it higher. Not yet. But it was enough to make your mouth go dry.

You looked up at him, wide-eyed, unsure. But he already knew. He could read you like no one else. You’d never been good at hiding what you felt.

“You understand what I’m saying?” he asked, leaning in a little closer.

You nodded before you could stop yourself. Because deep down, you did. You had for a while.

Jongho leaned in until his mouth hovered by your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “Let me show you how it feels to be wanted the right way.”

You whimpered, barely audible. Your thighs squeezed together without thinking.

You’d imagined this—fantasized about it on the nights when everything felt too quiet. The way his hands might feel. The way he’d speak to you like you were something precious. Something his.

Your hand reached for him without thinking, fingers curling into the hem of his shirt, trembling.

“This is… we shouldn’t,” you whispered, but your voice gave you away.

He dragged his fingers up, slow and measured, stopping at the waistband of your shorts. Just enough pressure to leave your skin buzzing.

“You don’t want this, doll?” he asked, tilting his head.

Your heart raced as you looked into his eyes—full of heat and patience and that dangerous certainty that made your insides twist.

He’d seen how you looked at him. How your gaze lingered too long. How your voice softened just for him. How you dressed like you didn’t notice him watching—but you always noticed.

And for a while, he held back. Until tonight.

Until he found you curled into yourself after yet another disappointment, mascara smudged, voice small. That’s when something in him snapped.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his hand still resting warm at your waistband.

But you didn’t. Couldn’t.

Instead, you leaned up, lips brushing his in the softest kiss. Barely there. Barely brave.

“Yes,” you whispered. “I want it.”

The words were quiet, fragile. But Jongho heard them waaay tooo well.

And that’s all he needed.