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squid game s3 drops tomorrow how we feeling? ☹️

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If you’re still doing your matching event can I please put this request in?❤️

Thank you so so much

1. My name is Becca 🥰

2. She/her

3. I’m an introvert who opens up around people I’m close with, my humour is dark humour, I listen to music to cope when I get overwhelmed, I love meeting my friends at a bar and having a laugh

4. I have cats, I love football, I go for walks and I’m learning to dance

5. My biggest pet peeve is rude people, especially towards anyone who is working, manners cost nothing

6. My ideal date would be an intimate wine and cheese pairing night, going out afterwards to do a fun activity like karaoke or paint and sip

7. I love showing affection and gift giving, that’s how I show my love. I like love to be shown to me by words of affection and acts of service, it shows I’m being listened to

8. My clothing style is chic - both casual and professional

9. I’m 5’7, curvy, career focused but I make time for my family and friends, they’re my priority. I like reading and all music (pop, rock, grime, classical, indie etc).

10. Both, I don’t have a preference. I’m a sub in the bedroom, I like teasing, choking etc

Thank you so so much, I’m so excited to see what you think compared to my bias!🤣

for becca

i match you with...

choi seunghyun

seunghyun is all for your introverted nature and even finds it cute since he's the same way when it comes to specific scenarios

however, he LOVESSSSS when you enjoy yourself and become carefree around him and your loved ones

your humor shocks him sometimes and leaves him with a dropped jaw as a result of your jokes

when you invite him to your apartment, he's instantly drawn to your cute cats and will not stop playing with them (argue with the wall)

he knows how important your family and friends are to you, so he agrees to meeting them when the time is right

poor cutie is so nervous when he finally does because he just wants to leave a good first impression :(

if somebody is rude to you, you best believe seunghyun will step in and tell them off!

seunghyun was psyched when he found out you loved wine just as much as he did! from then on, he makes you taste all of his favorite wines and asks you for your opinion on them

when it came to launching t'spot wine, you were obviously his biggest supporter and helped him create a better taste profile which made him feel so heard

you're into art, right? well it's a good thing he is too! seunghyun makes sure to take you to all of the art museums with hidden gems of their own

you and seunghyun live for a good karaoke night! the contrast in songs chosen by the two of you is almost laughable but only adds to the giddy atmosphere!

he knows how much you love walks, so he makes it a point to accompany you on them that way you have a buddy :3

when you're having a rough time to say the least, you almost always self-isolate while listening to your favorite songs, which seunghyun understands is necessary for you to recover

he'll even take it upon himself to make a playlist for you

while you take time to unwind, he makes sure to take care of things around the apartment so you have less to stress about afterwards

seunghyun will always comfort you with words of affirmation when needed because he wants to make you feel cared for in every way possible

he never turns down your physical affection even if it took him some time to adjust to the idea of it. you have this man YEARNING for physical affection, which you make sure to tease him about of course ;)

if you get him a present, he'll automatically feel bad and tell you that you didn't have to get him anything to the point where he sounds like a sad broken record

nsfw!!!

seunghyun lives to serve as a dom and that's just a simple fact! after all, you just need someone to take care of you...and who is more qualified seunghyun to do that? no one of course!!!

he loves making you desperate for him more than he'd ever like to admit! it doesnt take much to get you all worked up either, which only makes him more determined to satisfy you

"you need me to take care of you, don't you pretty girl? well good for you because i'm not gonna stop until you're a mess f'me," he coos in a dirty tone, enough to send chills down your spine.

he knows how much you love being teased and uses it to his advantage so he can edge you for hours on end without any mercy...especially if you have misbehaved.

if he's feeling mean, he'll make sure to bring his hands to your throat, not enough to cut off circulation, but enough to have you seeing tiny stars cloud your vision

one day, he suggests to do a special sip and paint, one that involves the two of you to splatter a bunch of paint onto a life-sized canvas as the two of you make love on it. the paint gets all over the place, but how can either of you care when you're so focused on making a product that shows your love?

knowing seunghyun, he'd probably hang up the painting with the cockiest smirk on his face

he loves running his hands all over your curvy body whether he's destroying you or giving you the best slow sex ever

since he's aware that you're learning to dance, he'll make sure to stretch you out in more ways than one ;)

the two of you try out new positions because of it which works in his favor as your limbs are strewn out on the bed, all achy for him.

seunghyun will make it his mission to plow into you with as much force as possible while experimenting with these new positions

"come on, sweetie...you can spread those legs even more f'me, can't you? just think about how much your dancing will improve..." he whispers teasingly as your hands find their way to his shoulder blades with each thrust he delivers into your tight hole.

but if you need that sweet sweet lovemaking? he delivers every single time.

he can't help but leave hickeys all over your skin because of how infatuated he is with you as a whole and sees you as the prettiest girl he's ever laid his brown eyes on

during moments like those, all you hear are words of praise from him which makes you even more desperate for him.

besides, he loves taking his time with you and making sure every movement he makes has a purpose in the end

"shhh...it's okay, i've got you, jagi," he assures you as he lazily rolls his hips into yours.

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Hello, I love your writing! For the matchmaking event:

I'm 🧸, I use she/her pronouns and present more feminine! I'm an introvert and mostly really shy until I actually get to know someone, but turn more bubbly immediately when I trust them (which, honestly, doesn't take long to happen)

My hobbies are drawing, singing and playing videogames & my biggest pet peeve is when people have absolutely no empathy for no reason

I don't really have a vision of an ideal partner, but I think it would be a person who shares the same interests as me or just overall matches my personality! My ideal date would be an evening at a mall or museum, or just hanging out at home, baking together and watching movies, stuff like that :)

My love language is words of affection and gift-giving and my clothing style is Jojifuku!

My favorite color is pink, I'm not a big fan of crowded/loud places due to my anxiety and autism 🥲 I have a lot of plushies in my room, really really love candy and my favorite coffee is caramel cappuccino!

Only sfw headcanons please!

for 🧸

i match you with…

kang daesung

daesung is your perfect match!

it took a while for the two of you to come out of your respective shells since he could sense that you were an introvert. usually his introversion is countered with jokes to lighten up the mood, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable. however, when he finally mustered up enough courage to crack a joke, it was like a switch went off that caused you to become more extroverted!

his personality was enough for you to be able to trust him, which made him so very happy to hear!!!

he's awestruck by your style because of the creativity that stems from jojifuku as a whole and loves seeing your take on the subculture

daesung is a pro when it comes to gift giving and words of affirmation

he'll make sure to buy you that plushy you've had your eye on for quite a while and surprise you with it when the time is right

he loves seeing how free spirited you are when it comes to your passions and hobbies

whenever you whip up a new drawing, he's more than eager to see it and is gawking at it in the geekiest way possible even if he doesn't know exactly what it is <3

when the two of you play video games together, it's nothing short of a playful competition with one another (he definitely rages)

nonetheless, it's one of his favorite things to do with you

when it comes to dates, you guys usually spend most of them at home since daesung also prefers a much more intimate setting

he's not the best at baking but he tries his best to keep up with you (he ends up spilling flour everywhere)

if the two of you have a movie night together, he begs you not to watch anything too scary :(

he's in charge of snacks of course and makes sure to get your favorite candy even if he doesn't particularly like it

and if yall end up going on a museum/mall date, he'll make sure you're as comfortable as possible

daesung knows how overwhelming your autism and anxiety can be at times, so he makes sure you know that he loves you for you with words of affirmation even if he goes a bit overboard

that's what makes him so cute <3

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WE DID IT YALL

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GIRL YOU'RE STUNNING 😭😭😭😭

thank you babes i really appreciate you saying that especially today since it was a bad day for me when it came to self esteem about my appearance </3

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fuck life because tell me why i was just innocently scrolling through tumblr earlier and then i started having a full blown panic attack about how bad my body looks. it got to the point where my chest tightened and proceeded to hyperventilate WHILE ALSO CRYING. it’s all my fault because i can’t control how much i eat lately which has caused me to gain so much weight this year and i hate that i can’t stop.

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also us rn but more passionate.

@hotmanconnoiseur

me and ari rn.

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lets appreciate how hot he was in his debut era omg

FRRRRR his debut era is so slept on when he literally looks majestic

the second and third pics have me creaming

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my face might be tea(ish) but my body isn’t i want to write another self indulgent fic about it 😕

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𝙠𝙬𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙞𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙨

warnings: porn down below! (MINORS DNI!)

a/n: let me know in the comments if you’d like me to make a seunghyun or daesung version in the future or not! :)

he loves making you overstimulated <3

gentle somno

just another night in

this is what best friends do, right?

taking his stress out on you

he missed your tits :(

netflix and chill

ji couldn’t wait til you guys got home

munch!ji

helping him out before an event

lazy nights

he’s been a brat all day

he just wants to help his needy girl out

you said you wanted to give him a daughter

what happens when you surprise him with lingerie

fucking you before he has to go on tour

can’t have the neighbors hearing

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omll youre so pretty can we like…kiss?💋😙

you have lips and i have lips so why not my lovely? 💋 🖤

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YOURE SO PRETTY

AGHHH THANK YOU ANON ILY

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finally doing a face reveal even though i’m nervous as hell…

(also yes i’m aware i look “too young” for this app ive been getting that my entire life LMFAOOOO i PROMISE you i’m more than legal 😭)

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send me the most random asks or yaps i need a good giggle tehe

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day 2 of my period is no joke when it comes to how horny it makes me (not like i’m not horny enough to begin with on a normal day)

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bed chem ★ choi seung-hyun (t.o.p)

・❥・ summary: having an intimate dream about your best friend wasn't on your bingo card and neither was his offer to make it come true ・❥・word count: 2.3k ・❥・warnings: 18+ mdni. unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), choking, swearing ・❥・ authors note: this could be bad idk but its been stuck in my head for like a week and i wanted to get it out.

It wasn’t often that Seunghyun woke up during the middle of the night – he was a heavy sleeper, usually sleeping through anything but tonight he couldn’t stop tossing and turning. So, he decided to get up and out of bed and get himself a glass of water. Maybe it would help. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and taking a swig as he leant against the counter. Glasses adorned his face, his usual spotted pyjamas covering his body. He took a few minutes, soaking in the quiet and the refreshing drink before he padded his way back to his room.

“Oh, Seunghyun.”

His ears perked up when he heard his name coming from the room you were staying in. It wasn’t even you saying his name either. A moan. It was a moan. He felt his lips quirk up into a smirk knowing exactly what was happening and he couldn’t wait until the morning to tease you endlessly. He chuckled to himself, making his way back to his room with a spring in his step. He was definitely going to sleep well now.

You woke up that morning sweating, sitting up in bed with a pounding heart and a confused head. There was no way you’d had a dream like that about Seunghyun. There couldn’t be. Maybe you had thought about how handsome he was a couple of times but never to the extent of having intimate dreams about him. Did it have some deeper meaning? Was your head telling you something you didn’t even really want to admit yet? No, it was just a dream. Nothing more. No deeper meaning.

It was a shower later before you headed out towards the living room where Seunghyun was already sat, scrolling through Instagram on his phone. You sat down beside him, tucking your legs under yourself. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, indeed,” he said with a grin, looking up from his phone. There was a glint in his eye that didn’t go amiss. “Did you have a good night’s sleep?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “It was good.”

“Oh, I bet it was.” He wiggled a brow at you which caused you to narrow your eyes at him. What was he playing at?

“What do you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just certain you had a… moaningful night's sleep.”

The play on words didn’t register with you at first but when it did, your cheeks flushed instantly. There was no way he could know, right? He was just being Seunghyun, making corny jokes that only he thought were hilarious. You’d had to put up with them for the last seven years that you’d known him so you were used to them. His sense of humour was strange, a little dry sometimes but you’d always thought he was one of the funniest people you’d ever met… when you understood what the heck he was joking about.

“You’re weird,” you scoffed, leaning over to the coffee table to grab the TV remote. The silence lingered between you both, the sound from the TV the only noise throughout the room. That was until Seunghyun went and opened his mouth again.

“As weird as having a sex dream about your best friend?” He snickered.

You choked on air, your cheeks heating up once again. “What?!”

“Oh, Seunghyun!” He mimicked the moan he’d heard coming from your room last night. The glee on his face annoyed you to no end but the embarrassment was stronger.

“Oh my God,” you groaned, your hands moving to cover your face in sheer humiliation. “I didn’t.”

“Oh, you did,” he grinned. “Sounded like you were having one hell of a time. Care to share with the class.”

“Nope,” you immediately got to your feet, heading out towards the kitchen area instead. Seunghyun was quick, jumping up to follow you. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“Nuh-uh. You don’t get away with it that easily.”

“I’m not telling you shit.”

“Why not? Scared that I’ll be able to make it come true?”

His gaze was intense, his deep brown eyes meeting yours. You had seen many sides of Seunghyun through the years but this was new. He was looking at you like you were this completely new entity, like you were more than just his friend. It wasn’t like you hadn’t flirted before — you had many times but this felt more charged. It felt real like one right word and he would eat you right up. Was the risk worth it, though? Could you really cross that line then be okay afterwards? Flashes of the dream appeared in your head. The way he had made you feel, the way he had touched you — it was enough to see how accurate it would be in real life.

“You’re joking,” you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d be holding.

“Nope. Tell me what happened in the dream. Please. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the way you moaned my name,” his voice was a low rasp. His eyes never left yours, the desire swirling in them.

The pros and cons were weighing on your mind but the desperate look on his face made you crumble. Whatever he had heard last night had really affected him to the point he was here ready to throw a whole friendship away. It was with a quiet, embarrassed whisper you spoke. “Uh… you fucked me against the windows and you were choking me and being really commanding. It was really hot.”

“Yeah?” He rasped, his hands now sliding down your sides to grab at your hips. “Did you wake up wet? Did you wake up wishing it was real? That I really had fucked you all night right up against those windows?”

“Yes.”

Seunghyun wasted no time in crashing his lips against yours, both his hands holding your face as he tilted your head. It took you by surprise, your eyes widening for a moment but the press of his soft lips against yours, the way his tongue traced along the seam of your lips, it felt too good. You melted against him, your eyes fluttering shut. When you started kissing him back, he took that as his sign to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue inside your mouth to tangle with yours. The way he kissed you knocked the air out of your lungs. It was so sensual, so deep like he was trying to devour you. It made you dizzy in the best way possible. Nobody had ever kissed you like this before.

Seunghyun’s hand’s moved down your arms and up under your shirt, lifting it up as he went. Momentarily, he tore himself from your lips, his breath heavy. You lifted your arms in the air so he could pull your shirt off. The second he did, he tossed it to the ground and his lips were back on yours. Maybe you were too lost in the moment to realise he had started to back you up towards the floor to ceiling glass windows that overlooked the Seoul skyline and river. It was only when your back hit the cool glass did you realise.

Your fingers deftly unbuttoned his pyjama top, sliding it off his shoulders. It wasn’t often anyone saw Seunghyun shirtless so you couldn’t help but rake your eyes over his toned chest. He had always been insecure, never wanting to show skin but looking at him now, you thought he was the most attractive man you’d ever seen. You slid your hands up his chest, sending a shiver down his spine. When your arms found their place around his neck, Seunghyun leaned forward, pressing kisses along your collarbone and up your neck. He focused on your pulse point, nipping at the skin causing you to let out a whimper. The sound shot straight to his groin, his cock already half hard just from kissing you and the noises you were making. It had been so long since he’d been intimate with anyone like this.

You slid your hand into the waistband of his pants, palming him through his boxers. Seunghyun hissed, bucking his hips into you. One of his hands slid up to your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. The pleasure that shot through you caused you to gasp. He really knew what he was doing. He ducked his head down, taking your other nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the hardening bud, suckling down and pulling off it with a pop. With hooded eyes, he looked up at you. “What else? What else happened in the dream?”

It was hard to focus with the way his hands were roaming your body, the way his cock throbbed in your hand through the fabric of his boxers. The anticipation was killing you, it was tortuous. You needed to feel him. Properly. So, you slipped your hands into his boxers, wrapping your fingers around his thick length. “I touched you just like this. Then, I dropped to my knees…”

Seunghyun groaned, tangling his hands into your hair and pushed your head down towards his crotch. “What are you waiting for then? Get on your knees and suck my dick like you mean it.”

You sank down to your knees with the help of Seunghyun pushing you down. Once settled, you tugged his pants and boxers off in one fell swoop, his cock springing free, hard and leaking pre-cum. Once again, you wrapped your hands around him, stroking him from tip to base. His eyes glazed over, watching you as your tongue darted out to swirl around the tip of his cock. It took all of his power to not thrust himself into your mouth right then and there. As your mouth enveloped his cock, your tongue flattening out on the underside of him, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands fisted in your hair, holding you in place as he thrust his hips into your mouth. He hit the back of your throat with every thrust, drawing his hips back out then slamming back in.

“That’s it, baby. Take it like the dirty girl you are. You love this, don’t you? Love having me in your mouth, fucking your face,” he grunted, his voice a deep, filthy rasp.

Your hands flew up to grip his legs, having something to hold onto as he took his own pleasure from you. Your eyes watered, drool dropping from the corners of your mouth. You were almost certain he was about to come when he abruptly pulled back, hoisting you to your feet. He wasted no time at all in ridding you of your remaining clothes. His fingers dipped between your thighs, sliding through your folds. “You’re so wet, so ready for me.”

“Please, Seunghyun. I need you,” you panted.

He hoisted your leg up, wrapping it around his waist. The broad head of his cock nudged against your entrance and, with one hard thrust, he pushed into you. Both of you moaned at the feeling of finally being joined. Seunghyun didn’t waste time, pulling his hips back and thrusting back into you hard and fast. Your back pressed against the glass, hands scrambling for purchase on his shoulders. It felt so damn good, so much better than the dream. His lips crashed into yours in a rushed kiss, swallowing your cries.

“You’re so tight, so fucking good,” Seunghyun said against your lips. His hands dug into the flesh of your ass, pulling you into him with each thrust. “This is what you’ve been craving, isn’t it? Someone to fuck you hard and fast, someone to completely ruin you.”

As he spoke, one of his hands moved to wrap around your throat, squeezing lightly. The sensation of his cock driving into you with reckless abandon and his hand wrapped around your throat was overwhelming in the best way possible. This was, without a doubt, the best sex you’d ever had in your life.

“Oh my God, Seunghyun. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“I love it when you moan my name. Say it again.”

He angled his hips, hitting that spot deep within you that made you see stars. A loud, high pitched moan spilled from your lips. “Seunghyun!”

Your fingernails dug into his shoulders, your hips meeting his thrust for thurst, your release was right there. You were on the edge, ready to fall over any second now. Seunghyun could sense it, he could feel the way your walls were tightening around him. “Let go. Come for me. Give it to me. Now.”

The grip on your throat tightened just a little – not enough to hurt you, only to add to the intense pleasure he was giving you. You couldn’t take it anymore. Finally, your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as he continued to pound into you. The way you screamed his name was too much for him and with one more hard thrust, he stilled inside you, spilling himself into you with a moan of his own. His head was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants. The silence lingered, the only sounds were your laboured breaths as you both came down from your highs.

Finally, he pulled his head back to look at you. “Live up to the dream?”

“Even better,” you laughed in disbelief. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you looked at him – a smug grin plastered on his face.

“Good… because now it’s time we act out one of my dreams.” He pulled your other leg up to wrap around him, grabbing the back of your thighs so he could carry you. With a fierce determination, he started to make his way towards his bedroom.

“You’ve had dreams?”

“Don’t even start,” he playfully rolled his eyes, silencing you with a kiss. You knew there’d have to be a conversation, that the friendship would be forever changed now but that could wait until after round two.

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Paper Spine, Velvet Hands

pairing: choi seunghyun x reader warnings: mdni. contains smut  note: something i wrote up after watching bibi's new mv a hundred times :>> You’ve always returned to this one small library after college classes to “ease” your mind—or maybe you just liked seeing the older guy behind the counter.

Tucked behind the bookshelves of the poetry and art section, you sat quietly with a few books scattered across the floor. Your back rested against the shelf, legs folded beneath you as you flipped through the fourth book of the day.

It was quiet—peaceful, even. The kind of stillness that only settled after the sun had gone down. Everyone else had already left the library hours ago.

Everyone except you.

And Seunghyun—the so-called pretty guy behind the counter.

Minutes, hours passed, but you didn’t feel a thing. Not even the shift in the air. Not even the soft, steady footsteps approaching you now.

Seunghyun stood at the edge of the aisle now, one hand lightly resting against the shelf above your head. His hair fell a little into his eyes, glasses pushed up just enough to reflect the dim library lights.

“I’m about to close up,” he said softly, not quite breaking the stillness.

You blinked slowly, grounding yourself back into the moment. “Right,” you murmured, thumb still tucked between the pages of your book. “Sorry—I lost track of time.”

He didn’t respond right away. His eyes dropped to your lap, where the open book rested. A slim volume of poetry—one of the older ones from the upper shelf. Well-loved. The kind with thin, yellowed pages and soft corners.

Then, a pause.

He leaned in slightly, squinting through his glasses.

“Interesting book you’ve got there,” he murmured, his voice carrying that familiar low timbre, touched with something teasing.

He leaned a little closer, enough that you could feel the warmth of his body beside yours. One hand braced on the shelf just above your shoulder, the other lightly brushing the floor as he crouched. His eyes scanned the open pages resting in your lap.

It was quiet—too quiet.

You shifted subtly, trying to angle the book away, but he was already reading the title on the spine, the passage you’d stopped on, the kind of prose that left little to interpretation. Sensual. Intimate. The kind of book you hadn’t meant for anyone else to catch you reading.

His eyes flicked up.

Not to the book.

To you.

“You like this kind of writing?” he asked softly, his tone low but not mocking. Just… curious. Curious and a little too calm.

Your fingers curled around the edge of the cover. “I—I… no?” you mumbled, barely above a whisper.

It sounded weak even to your own ears.

But Seunghyun didn’t laugh. He didn’t tease.

Instead, he stayed there, crouched beside you in that tight little space between bookshelves and breath, his gaze lingering on your face far longer than it should have.

“No?” he echoed, his voice quiet—soft enough to make your skin prickle. “You read almost half of the book.”

You looked down, only now realizing how far in you’d gotten. How closely you’d been reading, completely absorbed and unaware of the time, of the darkened windows, of him.

Your mouth opened, but no explanation came out.

He tilted his head slightly, as if taking you in. His eyes flicked to the curve of your wrist, the grip you had on the book’s spine—white-knuckled and nervous—and then back to your face.

“It’s not shameful, you know,” he said after a pause, tone impossibly gentle. “To like something… personal.”

The air felt heavier with the kind of silence that buzzed between people who knew they were standing on the edge of something they could fall into.

“I’ve seen you,” he murmured. “Every time you’re back here. Tucked into this corner, pretending you’re just here for the books.”

“I am—” you said too fast.

His lips curled faintly.

“You’re a good liar” he said, almost like a compliment. “But you look at me like the books aren’t enough anymore.”

You felt your breath stall—just for a second.

“You look at me,” he said again, softer this time. “Like I’m one of those pages you want to dog-ear.”

You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. He leaned in then—closer, slow, heat in every breath.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

You didn’t answer—not because you didn’t want him to continue, but because the closeness made your heart flutter too violently, like any sound might make it break open. You only clutched tighter at the book in your lap, fingers curling around its edges as if it could steady you.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice brushing your ear like silk. His breath was warm, too close, and the scent of his cologne—something woody and clean—blurred your thoughts further.

“I—You—” you stuttered out, your voice trembling as badly as your legs.

Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to gather yourself, but all you could feel was the warmth of him still pressed between your thighs, the ghost of his mouth on your skin, the dizzying way your name had sounded on his tongue.

“It’s Seunghyun.”

The way he said it—low, soft, just for you—made your breath hitch.

You looked up at him, startled. His face was close now, closer than before. He was bent slightly at the waist, hands braced on the shelf above your head, caging you in with his body, eyes dark and unreadable behind his glasses.

“I want you to say it,” he murmured.

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. You felt it—his knee sliding between your thighs, gently nudging them apart again. Not forcing. Just offering.

You whispered, almost inaudible, “Seunghyun… please.”

And that was all it took.

He exhaled once, shallow and sharp, like he’d been holding his breath since the moment you walked in that evening. He moved—swift but gentle—hooking his hands under your arms and pulling you up, into his lap. You landed with a soft gasp, your thighs bracketing his, your skirt rucked up around your hips. His back leaned into the shelf, yours flush against his chest. The book you’d been clutching slipped from your hand and fell with a soft thud to the floor.

His arms circled you, broad palms skimming down your sides with his lips brushing the side of your neck, feather-light, and he murmured, “I’ve watched you read here like this a hundred times… but never like this.”

Your breathing faltered.

“You always sit so quietly in this corner,” he whispered, pressing a kiss just beneath your jaw. “Crossed legs, fingers curled around your book like it’s something sacred.”

His hand splayed across your stomach, holding you still while the other dipped between your legs, brushing over the heat of your panties — soft and damp. You flinched in his lap, your fingers tightening over your knees.

“But it’s not the books you get flustered over,” he murmured against your skin. “It’s me, isn’t it?”

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t.

His nose nuzzled along your neck, and then his tongue flicked out—warm and slow—followed by a gentle suck that made your thighs tense around him.

“You press those pretty legs together when I walk past,” he went on, voice low and rough in your ear. “Like I wouldn’t notice.”

His fingers curled against the wet cotton of your underwear, pressing the fabric into your folds making a soft, involuntary sound escaped you. Your hips shifted forward—instinctively chasing more. 

But he didn’t give it. Not yet.

“Patience, sweetheart,” he whispered, circling your clit through the fabric. “We’re in a library.”

As if you could focus on anything outside the heat pooling in your core.

His hand moved slowly—palm broad, fingers skilled. He dragged the damp fabric to the side, exposing you completely to the cool air and the warmth of his touch.

“You’re already soaked,” he said, more to himself than to you. “And I haven’t even kissed you properly.”

Two fingers slid through your folds—barely parting you. Not inside. Just teasing. Your head tipped back against his shoulder with a breathless moan.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips grazing your temple. “Let me hear you.”

He pushed a finger in—just one—slow and deep, curling slightly as your body clenched around the intrusion. “Fuck,” he growled softly, his hand tightening on your waist. “You feel so good like this.”

His thumb began to circle your clit in slow, precise strokes—no rush, just enough to make your hips start to roll against his hand. The arm around your waist tightened, keeping you locked in place, unable to squirm away from the slow build.

“You’ve been walking in here every evening like some quiet little secret,” he whispered, his lips dragging along your ear. “But look at you now. In my lap. Letting me open you up like this.”

He added a second finger, slower this time. The stretch made your legs tremble.

“You always get this wet when I talk to you?” he murmured, and you whimpered as his fingers thrust deeper, rubbing right against that spot inside that made your eyes squeeze shut.

“I knew you were shy,” he said, voice so soft it felt sinful. “Didn’t know you were this needy.”

Your hand flew to his wrist, not to stop him—to steady yourself. He kept moving inside you, fingers curling and pressing while his thumb continued its gentle rhythm over your clit.

His lips pressed back to your neck. “Should I keep going?” he whispered. “Want to come like this? Quietly in my lap?”

You nodded helplessly, your breath catching with every slow thrust.

“I need to hear you say it,” he murmured, kissing just behind your ear. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Seunghy—”

But you never finished his name.

Because his fingers curled just right inside you, drawing a helpless, broken sound from your throat—something between a gasp and a whimper—your legs trembling around his. Behind you, Seunghyun exhaled softly through his nose, the corner of his mouth lifting against your neck.

“Sensitive..” he murmured, dragging his fingers out slow, then pressing them back in just as deep. “I like that.”

Your back arched, and he held you firmly against his chest with his other arm, anchoring you while he kept working you open with those long, skilled fingers. His lips skimmed your neck again, then your jaw.

“You always get like this when I’m close?” he asked softly, voice a low hum in your ear. “Or is this just for me?”

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. The way his fingers curled up into you— deliberate, patient—made your belly coil tighter and tighter, your mouth falling open as your head tipped back onto his shoulder.

His thumb found your clit then, circling slow and steady.

“Don’t hide it,” he whispered, his hand tightening around your waist. “Let me feel you fall apart.”

And you did.

Your body clenched hard around his fingers, thighs shaking, mouth parting in a silent cry as you came in his lap, legs spread open, back arched against him, the wave crashing through you so fast it left your head spinning.

He held you, letting you tremble, twitch, shake—all while his mouth stayed close to your ear, whispering things you could barely process.

“That’s it..” he murmured. “Just like that.” he said slipping his fingers out, leaving you shivering at the loss, blinking in the dim library light, heart still racing, limbs boneless.

He stood up, making you slump forward, dizzy, still sitting in the middle of the poetry aisle, skirt pushed up, panties askew. You felt empty. Ruined. And he just smirked down at you like you were nothing more than another favorite book on his shelf.

“I’m closing up now,” he said as he adjusted his glasses, cool and composed like he hadn’t just fingered you senseless.

His gaze lingered for a second longer—unreadable, dark.

“You should get up before someone finds you like that.”

Then he turned, walking away.

The staff door creaked open behind him, then shut. And you were left in silence—flushed, breathless, and dripping between your thighs.