sleepycoffeecas
sleepycoffeecas
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sleepycoffeecas · 4 days ago
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wonpil at forever young in daegu 250330
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sleepycoffeecas · 7 days ago
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guys I’ll finally get back to puppy love 😭
going to find every new person who asked to be on the tag is gonna be a struggle though..
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sleepycoffeecas · 22 days ago
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Vibration of the Night
The backstage room smells like clean wood and a little bit of dust. You can hear the soft noise of the crowd through the walls. The room is small and not very bright. A shiny grand piano sits in the corner, catching the light. But the man in front of you feels even more powerful.
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He steps closer, his dark eyes burning into yours. “You want me bad, don’t you?” His voice is low, smooth, but with a dirty edge that sends heat through you. His rough fingers, tough from playing the piano, slide up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps. He pushes you against the wall, not hard, but firm enough to make you gasp. His body’s so close you feel the warmth rolling off him.
Wonpil’s in a tight black suit that fits him like a glove, showing off every line of his body. His heat makes your breath catch. “Couldn’t wait till my show’s done, huh?” he teases, his lips curling into a wicked grin. His knee slips between your thighs, pressing just enough to make your legs weak. His hand grabs your hip, fingers digging into the yellow dress he bought you for his big performance tonight.
Your hands flatten against the wall, trying to stay steady. “Wonpil…” you start, but his intense stare shuts you up fast.
“Shh,” he whispers, his voice sharp but playful. His fingers tighten on your hip, scrunching the dress. “You come here, looking this damn hot, fucking with my head right before my show?” His thumb brushes the thin silver necklace around your neck — a small pearl dangling from it, a gift from his last show. He tugs the chain, pulling you closer, his breath hot on your skin.
“Who got you this?” he asks, voice low and rough, his fingers playing with the pearl.
“You,” you murmur, your heart slamming in your chest as his touch lingers near your throat.
“Damn right,” he growls, his lips brushing your ear, making you shiver. “It makes you look so fucking sexy.” His hand slides to your jaw, tilting your face so you’re forced to meet his eyes. " I miss you so much."
Your pulse is racing, but you push back a little, smirking. “You’re the one who ditched me all day, lost in your music,” you say, keeping your voice soft but bold.
He laughs, low and dark, his breath tickling your cheek. “Oh, so you’re desperate for me now?” His knee presses harder between your legs, making you bite your lip. “Wearing this dress, the necklace, looking like you’re begging for me in my private room. Tell me what you want, baby. You know how hard it is to think straight with you standing here like this?”
Before you can answer, he steps back, all smooth confidence, like he’s already owning the stage. “Was gonna save this for later, but you’re too needy.” He pulls a small black box from his pocket and hands it to you. “Open it.”
"Why do you always give me a gift at your recital when you’re the one who deserves to be celebrated?"
You fumble with the box, heart pounding, and pop it open. Inside is a sleek, small egg vibrator. Your eyes go wide, and you laugh, half-shocked. “Seriously, Wonpil?”
His grin is pure trouble. “Put it in. Right now.”
“What?” you say, cheeks burning. “You’re insane.”
He steps closer, taking the vibrator from the box and pressing it into your hand. His voice drops, commanding. “Do it. I wanna see.”
Your face is on fire, but the way he’s staring — hungry, in control — makes your body hum with want. You glance at him, then slowly slide your hands under your dress, slipping the vibrator inside. It feels slick and strange, and you gasp softly as it settles, your thighs pressing together.
Wonpil’s smirk grows, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He pulls out his phone, taps a few buttons, and the vibrator buzzes to life inside you. You moan, grabbing the wall as a sharp wave of pleasure hits you, making your knees shake.
“Wonpil!” you gasp, half-laughing, half-begging. “Turn it off!”
He taps the phone, and the buzzing stops. “Keep it in till my show’s over,” he says, voice low and dirty. “Don’t you dare take it out.” He winks, grabs his music sheets from a table, and flips through them like he didn’t just set your body on fire. You’re left against the wall, annoyed but so turned on, your panties already wet.
The stage manager calls him. Wonpil glances back, his eyes gleaming. “Be a good girl out there,” he teases. “I’ll know if you’re not.” Then he’s gone, leaving you hot and bothered.
You stumble to the concert hall, sinking into a soft chair. The lights dim, and the crowd quiets. Wonpil steps onto the stage, his suit looking sharper than ever in the spotlight. He sits at the grand piano, fingers ready, and the first notes pour out — strong, beautiful, filling the room. His music is incredible, but the vibrator inside you keeps you distracted, a dirty secret tying you to him.
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You squirm in your seat, the dress clinging to your skin, the pearl necklace cool against your flushed chest. You think of his hands, his mouth, the way he pinned you earlier. Your body’s buzzing, and you try to breathe slow to stay calm.
Twenty minutes into the set, during a soft, haunting ballad, the vibrator buzzes to life — slow and teasing at first. You bite your lip hard, stifling a whimper as the gentle hum pulses through your core, making you clench around it. Your thighs press together, but it only makes you wetter. You glance at Wonpil, his fingers gliding over the keys, his face calm, but his lips twitch like he’s fighting a smirk. He’s controlling it from the stage, with an app on his phone.
The buzzing stops, and you exhale, trembling. But then, during a loud, dramatic piece, it starts again — harder, faster, relentless. You grip the chair, nails digging into the fabric, a soft moan slipping out before you can stop it. The woman next to you glances over, and you fake a cough, cheeks burning. Your pussy’s throbbing, dripping, every nerve on fire. Wonpil’s eyes flick to the crowd, finding yours for a split second, and his grin is pure evil. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
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The teasing doesn’t stop. For the next hour, he plays you like his fucking piano — random bursts of vibration, some soft and torturous, others so intense you have to bite your cheek to stay quiet. One time, during a quiet interlude, the buzzing hits so hard you nearly come right there, your hips shifting, thighs squeezing as you fight to keep it together. Your panties are ruined, your body shaking with need. You glare at him, but the sight of him — little hair falling over his forehead, fingers flying, a white shirt hugging his frame — only makes you want him more.
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The show ends with a perfect, heart-stopping chord, the crowd roaring as Wonpil stands and bows. His eyes lock on yours, dark and promising, and you know he’s not done with you.
You slip out to the parking lot, legs wobbly, pussy still throbbing from his game. The cool night air does nothing to calm the heat in your body.
You lean against his car, trying to catch your breath. Wonpil appears with his jacket slung over his arm, looking like a fucking superstar. He stops, eyeing you up and down — the dress, the necklace, the way you’re trembling with need.
“Enjoy my show, baby?” he asks, voice low and filthy, stepping so close you feel his breath on your lips.
“You’re a really,” you say, but you’re smiling, your body screaming for him.
He laughs, unlocking the car and opening the back door. “Get in.”
You don’t even hesitate, sliding into the backseat, the leather cool against your thighs. He follows, slamming the door, and the car feels like a damn cage, the air thick with lust. Before you can speak, he’s on you, kissing you hard, his tongue plunging into your mouth, tasting you like he’s starving. His hands grab your face, then slide to your hair, yanking just enough to make you moan loud.
“You were such a good little slut out there,” he growls, his voice rough as he bites your lower lip. “Squirming in your seat, soaking your panties while I played with your pussy from the stage.” His hand slides under your dress, finding your drenched panties. He groans, feeling how wet you are, and rips them off in one quick tug, the fabric tearing. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me.”
His fingers brush the vibrator still inside you, and you whimper, hips bucking as he teases it. “You like my gift, don’t you?” he says, his lips grazing your neck, teeth sinking into the skin near the pearl necklace. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“Wonpil,” you gasp, voice shaky as his fingers press harder, making you throb. “I need you. Please.”
He smirks, loving how desperate you sound. “Not yet, baby.” He pulls the vibrator out slowly, making you moan as it slides through your slickness. He tosses it aside, then pushes two fingers inside you, curling them deep, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. You cry out, head falling back as he pumps them fast, his thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles.
“Look at this wet pussy,” he says, voice dripping with filth. “All mine.” His free hand grabs your ass, squeezing hard, pulling you closer as he fingers you relentless, the wet sounds filling the car. You’re shaking, so close to coming, but he pulls his fingers out, leaving you whining.
“Don’t stop,” you beg, grabbing his shirt, wrinkling it as you pull him closer.
He laughs, dark and dirty, and unzips his pants, freeing his cock — hard, thick, already leaking. You lick your lips, desperate. “You want this?” he teases, stroking himself slowly, his eyes locked on yours.
“Yes,” you whimper
He grabs your hips, pulling you onto his lap, your dripping pussy hovering over him. “Beg for it,” he says, his voice low, one hand wrapping around your throat, not tight but enough to make you shiver.
“Please, Wonpil,” you moan, grinding against him, feeling his cock brush your entrance. “Fuck me. I need you inside me.”
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, and slams you down onto his cock, filling you in one deep thrust. You scream, the stretch burning but so fucking good, your walls clenching tight around him. He groans, hands gripping your ass, guiding you as you ride him, hard and fast. The car shakes, windows fogged, the air thick with the smell of sex.
“Fuck,” he moans, his voice rough as he thrusts up into you, hitting deep. His hand slides to your clit, rubbing fast, making you shake. “Come on baby. Let me feel you.”
You’re a mess, moaning loud, nails digging into his shoulders as you bounce on him, your tits nearly spilling out of the dress. He leans forward, biting your neck, leaving marks you know will bruise. His other hand smacks your ass, hard, the sting pushing you closer to the edge.
“Wonpil!” you cry, your pussy throbbing, so close to breaking. He turns on the vibrator again, pressing it against your clit this time, and the double sensation — his cock inside you, the buzzing on your sensitive bud — sends you over. You come hard, screaming his name, your body shaking as your orgasm rips through you, your pussy squeezing him tight.
He curses, thrusting harder, and spills inside you, hot and thick, his groans loud in your ear. You collapse against him, both of you panting, sweaty, tangled in the backseat. He kisses you, slow and deep, his hands stroking your thighs, your back, like he’s claiming every inch of you.
“Fuck, I love you so much.” he murmurs, still catching his breath.
You laugh, shaky, still buzzing from the high. “You’re gonna pay for torturing me out there.”
He grins, kissing you again, his tongue teasing yours. “Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.” He shifts, pulling out slowly, making you whimper as his cum leaks down your thighs. He grabs your torn panties, wiping you gently, but his eyes are still dark with want. “Keep these legs spread for me later, okay?”
You blush, swatting his chest, but before you can reply, his phone buzzes. He glances at it, sighing. “Shit, I gotta go back inside,” he says, running a hand through his messy hair. “Gotta meet the crew and hit the after-party. The tradition, you know. Wanna come?”
You pout, still catching your breath, your body too spent to deal with a crowded party. “No,” you say, voice firm but soft. “I’m a mess, and I just wanna go home.”
Wonpil chuckles, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Fair enough, baby. You’ve been through enough tonight.” He leans in, kissing your forehead, then your lips, soft but lingering. “I’ll get my manager to drive you home.”
You nod, adjusting your dress as he pulls his pants up, looking unfairly hot even post-sex. He steps out of the car, helping you out because your legs still shaky. He flags down his manager, a quiet guy who’s always nearby, and murmurs something to him. The manager nods, heading to the car to wait for you.
Wonpil turns back, pulling you close one last time. “Get some rest,” he whispers, his voice low and teasing. “But don’t think I’m done with you. I’ll be over tomorrow to finish what we started.” He winks, smacking your ass lightly before heading back to the venue.
You slide into the manager’s car, your body still humming, and a smile tugging at your lips. Wonpil’s gonna be the death of you, but damn, it’s worth it.
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sleepycoffeecas · 22 days ago
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Unload It All On Me
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You, Brian, and Sungjin were best friends since the first day of high school. You shared laughs, late-night study sessions, and big dreams that felt too large for your small town.
When college came, things started to change. You and Brian began dating in your first year, and it felt natural, like a spark between you finally grew into a flame. Sungjin, always the loyal friend, stayed by your side. He was the one who kept your group strong, like the steady heartbeat of your friendship.
But love, much like life, can be messy — rarely neat or predictable. He was consumed by his dream of starting a company, often working late into the night, even on weekends. Moments that should have been shared were lost to the glow of his laptop screen, while you sat quietly on the couch, scrolling through your phone, waiting for a glance that never came.
Then Sungjin would show up — unannounced, yet always welcome. He’d sit beside you with that familiar smile, talking about food, about works, funny memories from high school, or even something as simple as the weather. His easy, effortless presence felt like fresh air after you’d been holding your breath for far too long.
There were nights when Brian vanished entirely, his phone silent for days. Those unanswered texts left you pacing, imagining every worst-case scenario. Sungjin was the one who’d call, his voice calm but firm, grounding you. “He’s at my place. Burnt out from work, but he’s fine, just… overwhelmed.” You’d exhale, relief tinged with frustration, wondering why Brian couldn’t tell you himself.
Then comes your anniversary. You’ve planned it meticulously — a candlelit dinner at that little Italian place you both love, a reservation you secured weeks ago, a white dress that hugs your curves and makes you feel like you could conquer the world. You spend hours getting ready, styling your hair, dabbing peony perfume that he likes on your wrists, imagining the way he’ll smile when he sees you.
But at 9:47 p.m., after you waiting for like 2 hours in the restaurant, your phone buzzes with a text:
Babe, urgent client meeting. I’m sorry. Don’t wait for me. I’ll meet you at home.
The words hit like a slap. You sit at the restaurant alone,the empty chair across from you mocking every ounce of effort you poured into this night.
By the time you left, your eyes burn with tears and the drive to Sungjin’s apartment was a blur of streetlights and stifled sobs.
It’s nearly midnight when you knock on his door, not fully sure why you’re here — only knowing you can’t face your apartment, can’t face the silence.
Sungjin opens the door, his hair tousled, wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants. His eyes widen when he sees you — your tear-streaked face, the white dress clinging to your skin, the red lipstick still perfect despite everything.
“What the — ” he starts, then stops himself. “Come in,” he says softly, stepping aside. There’s an edge to his voice, a quiet anger he doesn’t put into words.
“What’d he do this time?”
You kick off your heels. The sound echoes against the hardwood floor like a punctuation mark on a night gone wrong.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, brushing at your tears. “I should’ve texted.”
“You don’t need to,” Sungjin says, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze steady but gentle. He notice everything — the way your dress shimmer under the light, the faint scent of peony lingering in the air, the way your bare feet curl against the cold floor. He wasn’t falling for you, not betraying his bestfriend. He's just seeing you, every detail sharp and undeniable. You looks beautiful, even now, unraveling and raw, and it is impossible not to notice.
He leads you to the couch. Under the bright lights of his living room, your pain spills out — creased brows, lips drawn tight. He sets a glass of water on the table. The soft clink is grounding. You take a sip, trying to slow your breath.
“Wanna talk about it?” he ask, his voice a low hum of care.
“I don’t get it,” you whisper, your voice hoarse. “I planned everything. The restaurant, the dress, the night. All he had to do was show up.”
Sungjin sits beside you , but not too close. He doesn’t defend Brian, like always he did. Doesn’t give you false comfort. He just listens, his eyes fixed on yours, steady as you fall apart.
You cry hard now. Sungjin moves closer and gently puts his hand on your back, rubbing slow, comforting circles. At first, you tense up, but then you relax into his touch. Your head rests on his shoulder, and his cheek presses against your hair. He smell the green apple scent of your shampoo and reminds himself to stay calm — she is Brian’s.
He sees you, truly sees you — the hurt, the anger, and your wish to be someone’s first choice. And for the first time, you see him too — not just as the reliable friend, the one who pick up the pieces, but as someone who understands you in ways Brian never seemed to.
Then it happens.
The kiss.
It begins gently, like a whisper, his lips softly touch yours, tasting the sweet watermelon gloss you put on earlier for a night with Brian that never happens. Your breath catches in your throat, a small hitch, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you stay, frozen in the moment, as the warmth of his closeness pulls you in. His fingers slowly slide into your hair, tangling gently, tugging just enough to send a shiver down your spine. You lean closer, your body moving before your mind can catch up, and a quiet moan escapes your lips as his tongue meets yours, soft at first, then bolder, filled with the same deep longing you feel inside. Your hands find his chest, pressing against the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling the steady, strong beat of his heart under your palms. You want to hold onto this feeling, this connection that makes your heart race and your world feel whole.
Sungjin’s hands slide to your hips, gently pulling your back against the couch. His lips move to your neck, leaving soft kisses that send shivers through you. The world shrinks to just his touch, his warm breath, and the way he makes you feel alive again. But then, like a cold wave, guilt hits you hard.
You gasp and pull back, your lips still buzzing from his kiss. “I can’t,” you whisper, your voice full of regret. Your body begs to stay close, craving his warmth, but your heart speaks the truth — this is a betrayal, no matter how right it feels.
Sungjin freezes, his eyes locking onto yours, worry replacing the warmth from moments before. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice rough but honest. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek for a brief moment before he pulls back completely. “I shouldn’t have — “
“No, it’s not just you,” you say, standing up, your hands trembling as you smooth your dress. “I should go home.”
“I’ll drive you,” he offers, standing too, his voice steady but kind.
“No, it's okay. I’ll just take a taxi,” you reply.
“It’s late,” he says firmly, grabbing his keys from the counter. “Your dress, the time — it’s not safe. I’m driving you.”
You nod, too tired to argue, and follow him to the door. The weight of the night sinks into you. As you step into the cool night air, the space between you feels heavy, filled with what happened — and what can never happen again.
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The air this morning feels heavy, like it’s full of words you didn’t say and choices you can’t change. What Brian did that night still hurts, like a sore that gets worse with his half-hearted apology. You’re not talking — not really. Your silence is a wall, built from the bricks of his neglect, and though he senses it, he doesn’t know how deep the cracks in your relationship run. You’re not sure you do either, but you feel the distance growing between you.T
It’s a quiet Sunday morning, the kind where sunlight spills through the window, painting the countertops gold. You’re at the stove, flipping pancake, the sizzle of batter a small comfort against the chaos in your mind. Brian walks in, his hair still damp from the shower, wearing the white tshirt you used to borrow for sleep. He look stired, with dark circles under his eyes. But when he looks at you, his eyes are gentle.
“I’m sorry, babe,” he says softly, his voice rough with sincerity as he slides his arms around your waist. His chin rests on your shoulder, his warm breath touches your skin. It reminds you of happier times. “I promise I’ll fix things.”
You breath out, caught in the familiar cage of his embrace. His cologne — the woody, citrus scent you picked out for him last year — mingles with the faint mint of his toothpaste, making you feel at home for a moment. You want to lean into him, to let his touch take away the pain. His fingers touch your hair, pushing a loose strand behind your ear. He kisses your jaw, then your cheek, softly and carefully. It used to make you feel warm inside, but now it feels like a small fix for a hurt that’s too big to heal.
Suddenly, Sungjin’s face fills your mind. You remember that night — his lips on yours, his hands pulling you close. The memory hits you hard, making your heart beat fast. Guilt feels heavy in your stomach, like a rock. Do you think about him too much? Does that kiss stay with him like it stays with you, coming back in quiet moments when you’re alone? Does he lie awake at night, wondering what it meant? Or has he pushed it away to protect his lifelong friendship with Brian and you?
You bite your lip, trying to push the memory away, but it sticks like heavy air. That night, the hurt still stings, like a small fire that burns when you don’t expect it. Kissing Sungjin was wrong — a mistake made from feeling desperate, wanting to feel noticed, wanted, and beautiful again. For one wild moment, Sungjin gave you that. His touch woke up a part of you that you forgot was there.
Does he feel the same guilt, tossing in his bed at night, torn between loyalty and the pull of that forbidden moment? Or does he regret it entirely, wishing he’d never let you in that night?
You turn to face Brian, he looks exhausted, but his smile is soft, his eyes searching yours for a sign of forgiveness. You reach up, touching his jaw, your thumb tracing the familiar stubble. Without thinking, you lean in and kiss him, gentle and slow. His lips are warm and tender, a taste of the love you used to share so easily. For a moment, you try to pour everything into that kiss — hope, forgiveness, and a wish to fix what’s broken.
But as you pull back, and look into his eyes, a heavy feeling stays in your chest. Was that kiss for him, to fix the fragile threads of your relationship? Or was it for you, a way to push away the memory of Sungjin’s touch and prove you can still choose Brian, even with the growing distance?
You step back, turning to the stove as the pancakes threaten to burn. Brian’s arms fall away, and the silence returns, heavier now. You wonder if he senses the distance, the part of you that’s no longer his. And somewhere, across the city, you wonder if Sungjin is thinking of you too, carrying the weight of a moment that changed everything.
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The weeks after Brian missed your anniversary dinner were full of his efforts to say sorry. His apologies seemed honest — each one more emotional than the last — and for a while, you wanted to believe they could fix the pain. He made time for you, which didn’t happen often because of his busy job. He even surprised you with a weekend trip to a small town by the sea. You walked on the beach together, holding hands. The wind played with your hair, and his laugh mixed with the sound of the waves. For those few days, it felt like things were getting better, like your relationship could be fixed with love and care.
Back in the city, Brian slipped back into his old habits. He stayed late at work again. His phone was always buzzing with messages, even at night when you were in bed together. The bright light from the screen reminded you that his work came first. You tried to be understanding, reminding yourself that his ambition was part of what you loved about him. You believed that love means giving and taking, but the sting of being second to his work never went away.
Then something worse happened. It wasn’t just the missed calls or the long hours anymore. What really hurt was finding out that Brian had spent a night at a club with his ex-girlfriend from high school — the one you never liked. He swore it was a random run-in, nothing serious. “We just talked,” he said, his voice begging you to trust him. But later, you saw her messages on his phone. They were flirty, too personal. They reminded you of their past together, a past you couldn’t compete with. That’s when your trust broke. The messages weren’t just friendly — they were the spark that burned everything.
You couldn’t stay in his apartment, surrounded by his stuff, his scent, the life you’d built together. So you left for your own place, a small escape where you could shut out the world. For two days, you locked yourself in, ignoring Brian’s texts and calls, losing yourself in Netflix and a bag of chips to numb the pain.
Sungjin noticed something was wrong — like he always did. He let himself into your apartment — no knock, just the soft click of the door as he used the passcode you’d all shared since college. He walks into the living room, his tall frame filling the space, and sees you on the couch, lit by the TV’s flicker. A half-empty bag of chips sat in your lap. You didn’t look like someone whose heart had just broken, you look too calm, like you’re keeping all the pain inside.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice quiet but full of concern.
You look up and meet his eyes. That’s when your walls break.
“Do you think I can be okay after finding out my boyfriend was drinking with his ex — the one I hate?” Your voice shakes. The anger and pain you’ve been holding inside finally come out. A moment ago your eyes were dry. Now, your tears start to form. Sungjin’s presence unlocking everything you’d held back. You’d been waiting for someone to show up, to see you, to let you feel without judgment.
Sungjin’s face softens. His worry changes into something warmer, something calm and steady. He doesn’t say anything to defend Brian. He just stands there, looking at you with those deep, quiet eyes. His silence is strong. Safe.
“He pisses me off so much,” you snap, your voice trembling with the raw edge of your pain. Brian’s lies and dismissal leave you exposed, and Sungjin’s steady presence is the only thing keeping you grounded.
He steps closer, sits next to you, his hands resting on your shoulders, His fingers stay there, warm and careful, and the touch sends a shiver through your body. That touch wakes up something you’ve tried to forget since the kiss you shared weeks ago. He pulls back slightly, but his eyes stay on you — watching your flushed cheeks, your shaky lips, your burning gaze.
You look at him too — the sharp shape of his jaw, the soft warmth in his brown eyes, the full curve of his lips that you can’t stop thinking about. That kiss rushes back into your mind. And with it, a truth you can’t push away anymore: you want him. Not just his comfort. You want his touch, his body, his desire — and that want fights with the guilt already turning in your stomach.
“Would you like to take it out on me?” Sungjin whispers, his voice low and daring, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
His words hit you like a wave, clearing your thoughts. You look at his face and see a small, playful smile on his lips. Then his hands move to your waist, holding you tightly and pulling you closer. Now your bodies are just inches apart, and you can feel the heat from him warming your skin.
You wanted him to move first, but impatience won. You lean in and press your lips to his. The kiss starts soft and careful, but it quickly becomes something more. It’s full of need, full of pain you want to forget. You kiss him not just because you want him — but because you want to feel something that isn’t hurt.
His mouth feels familiar — warm, sweet, and filled with the rush of your shared secret. Your fingers move into his hair, gripping gently as you press your body closer to his. Your tongue meets his, tasting him, exploring.
He lets out a low, deep sound — a groan that sends a wave of excitement through you. His hands tighten on your waist. You feel the change in his body, the way his desire grows, pressing through his pants.
Knowing you made him feel that way fills you with a mix of pride and want. You want more.
His hands slide under your shirt, cool fingers brushing your skin, making you shiver as he holds you tight. Sungjin’s lips leave yours, trailing hot, wet kisses down your neck. Guilt fades under a wave of need. His teeth graze your pulse, sucking softly, and you gasp, “No marks.” He pauses, his thumb tracing faint marks from weeks ago, your skin wet from his kisses. “I won’t,” he says, his voice a steady promise, and you trust him.
He presses closer, guiding you to lie on the couch, his hips grinding into yours. His errecyion rubs against you through your shorts, drawing a rough moan from him that hums in your ear. His hands slide up, cupping your breasts through your bra, squeezing with urgency that makes you arch into him. The fabric frustrates you, and you grip his shirt, torn between pleasure and the shame heating your cheeks. You’re supposed to be hurting over Brian, not losing yourself in Sungjin’s hands on your living room couch.
Sungjin lifts your shirt, pulling your bra down to expose your breasts. His mouth descends, licking a slow, hot path between them, his tongue teasing. He pinches your nipples, rolling them until they stiffen, then sucks one hard. You cry out, the sound echoing, your knees trembling as pleasure rushes through you. “It’s late,” he says, grinning. “Don’t wake the neighbors.”
Your core aches, wet with desire, the late hour — past one a.m. — and your apartment’s thin walls heightening the thrill. “No,” you gasp, voice shaky, and his grin sharpens.
His hand slides down, slipping into your soaked panties. His fingers move boldly, stroking your wet folds, circling your clit with slow, deliberate precision. You moan loudly, grinding against his hand as he kisses you again, swallowing your cries in a messy, desperate kiss. Your body burns, every nerve electric, as his fingers tease your entrance, dipping inside before pulling back, leaving you aching with need.
Your head rests in the crook of his neck, panting against his skin as he slid two fingers inside you, curling them against your tight walls. The stretch felt incredible, and you rocked into his hand, chasing the rising pressure. Suddenly, your phone blares, sharp and loud on the table, shattering the moment.
You both froze, his fingers still inside you, his lips brushing close to yours. The ringtone cuts through the haze, and your heart pounds — you know it’s Brian. You stare at the table, willing the sound to stop.
“Do you want to pick it up?” Sungjin asks, his voice steady. You shake your head, and he kisses your neck again, his breath scorching as his fingers resume their slow, deliberate rhythm. You bite your lip, stifling a moan as the ringing persists.
The call cuts off mid-fifth ring, and you exhale, relief fleeting. Then Sungjin’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, a muffled sound that stiffens you both.
“Damn,” he mutters, his eyes mirroring your unease. “Should I — “
“It must be Brian,” you say, voice trembling. “Answer it, If you don’t, it’ll look suspicious.”
He smiles, his eyes shining with a playful look that makes your heart skip. His fingers stay inside you, moving slowly and gently, tracing soft, deliberate circles on your clit. Each touch sends a wave of warmth through you, making you feel tingly and alive. His gaze holds yours, full of heat and mischief, like he’s savoring every second of your reaction. With his free hand, he reaches for his phone, his fingers brushing the screen as he glances at it briefly. “Yeah, it’s him,” he says softly, his voice a little shaky with excitement and want.
“Answer it,” you whisper again, your voice soft but urgent, a desperate edge in your tone. “But take your hand out first.”
Sungjin’s grin turns wicked, a playful spark dancing in his dark eyes. He shakes his head slowly, refusing your plea. Instead, he swipes the phone screen to answer the call and brings it to his ear. With a quick wink, he signals you to stay quiet, his gaze locking onto yours with a teasing intensity. “Yeah?” he says into the phone, his voice smooth and steady, completely hiding the chaos he’s stirring inside you.
His fingers don’t stop. They curl deeper inside you, thrusting slowly, deliberately, sending waves of heat through your body. You press a hand over your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as you fight to keep silent. Your heart pounds so loudly you can barely hear Brian’s faint voice on the other end of the call. Sungjin’s touch is relentless, his fingers stroking your slick walls, stretching you with every slow, torturous movement. You dig your nails into his arm, silently begging for a pause, but his smirk only grows, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he watches you struggle to hold it together.
“I’m… at the gym. Why?” Sungjin says casually, answering Brian’s question about where he is. His voice stays calm, but his eyes never leave you, drinking in the way you’re unraveling under his touch.
He slips a third finger inside you, stretching you even more, and your body jolts, a soft moan escaping your lips before you can stop it. Sungjin’s eyes widen for a split second, but he quickly covers your slip with a loud, “Maybe she went home?” His voice carries a sharp edge, masking the sound you made, keeping the secret locked between you.
The feeling was intense — his fingers moving inside you, the secrecy of his call with Brian, the betrayal unfolding in real time. Your body trembles, caught between intense pleasure and the fear of being caught. Sungjin’s touch is slow but firm, each stroke pushing you closer to the edge. “Just let her be, she needs time,” he says into the phone, his tone calm but laced with a subtle bite. “She’ll talk when she’s ready.” His eyes stay locked on yours, burning with a mix of control and desire, as if he’s daring you to lose yourself completely while he keeps the conversation steady, his voice betraying nothing of the fire between you.
Sungjin's pace quickened, his fingers plunging deeper inside you, his thumb pressing hard on your clit. You shook your head, biting your lip to stifle a moan, your body trembling as the pleasrure bulids fast. Your hands grip his arm, then his shoulder, clawing at his chest — anything to keep you grounded as waves of heat pulse through you. A muffled cry slips out, and Sungjin’s eyes widen in alarm, but he recovers quickly. “I — uh, my hand's cramping,” he stammers into the phone, cutting Brian off mid-sentence. “Gotta call you back later.”
He hangs up as Brian’s faint, pleading voice fades. You collapse beneath him, panting, your body spent and tingling. Sungjin slowly slides his fingers out, leaving your panties soaked and clinging uncomfortably to your skin. You fumble to fix your bra and shirt, suddenly shy under his intense gaze. Your eyes catch the noticeable bulge in his jeans, still untouched, straining against the fabric.
“Sungjin,” you said softly, your hand moving toward him, offering to return the favor. “Let me — ”
His eyes flutter shut at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips, but he catches your wrist gently, pushing it away. “No, it’s okay,” he says, his voice tight with restraint, like he’s fighting himself.
“But — ”
“It’s fine, I promise,” he insists, his tone softer but firm.
He starts to stand, but you grab his hand, pulling him back to you. Without a word, you move closer, your fingers working fast to unbutton his jeans. You drag the zipper down, tugging his jeans and boxers just low enough to free him. He’s flushed and heavy, the tip glistening under the dim light, and you swear you see his hips twitch as your face hovers close. His breath catches, a shaky exhale escaping as he watches you, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of surprise. The air between you feels electric, charged with the unspoken tension of crossing this line, and your heart pounds as you lean in, ready to take control.
You wrap your hand around his cock, giving one slow, deliberate stroke. A raw, groan escapes Sungjin’s lips, rough and unguarded, like your touch catches him completely off guard. You move slowly, your hand gentle but firm, your thumb brushing over the sensitive ridge beneath the tip. His thighs tense under your fingers, muscles tightening as he fights to stay still, and the sight sends a thrill through you, your heart pounding with the power you hold over him.
You lean in, your tongue tracing a slow, teasing stripe from base to tip, flat and deliberate. His breath hitches sharply, then shudders out, as if you’ve knocked the air from his lungs. “Shit,” he mutters, his voice low and strained, barely holding together under the weight of his desire.
You suck gently, just enough to make him twitch, your hand keeping a steady, rhythmic stroke as your mouth follows, sliding lower until the tip presses against the back of your throat. He moans, the sound raw and broken, echoing through you and sending a shiver down your spine. “Fuck,” he gasps, his voice cracking with need.
Your name slips from his lips, a gasp that feels like it escapes without permission. The intimacy of it hits you hard, sending a rush of heat through your core. His voice teeters on pathetic, and it send a pulse of heat through you, making you want to press your thighs together.
You found a rhythm — your lips sliding over him, tongue pressing firm underneath, hand twisting where your mouth left off. You let it get sloppy, the wet sounds echoing between you, letting him hear what you were doing to him. He was falling apart above you, his hand flexing and releasing in your hair, thighs trembling every time you took him deeper. His jaw was slack, eyes barely open, watching you like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
“God, your mouth — ” His voice cut off into a moan as you swallowed around him, deep and slow.
You pull off just long enough to catch your breath, your lips slick, chin wet, but your hand keeps moving, stroking him steadily. You guide him to sit on the couch, his body sinking into the cushions as you position yourself between his legs, kneeling. You go back down, taking him deeper this time, and he chokes on a groan, his hips jerking up too sharply. His hands fist tightly in your hair, trembling with the effort to hold back. “Shit — I’m — “ he pants, his thighs shaking under your touch. “I’m not gonna last if you keep — fuck, don’t — “
His head drops back against the couch, his hips subtly shifting toward you, chasing more without him even realizing it. You suck harder, letting a soft moan vibrate around him just to hear the sound he makes — a broken, almost whimpering noise that sends a rush of heat through you. “Stop — wait — fuck — please — “ he gasps, his voice raw and pleading.
Sungjin gently holds your head, guiding you to pull away just before he loses control. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, your lips red and slightly swollen, a slick sheen still clinging to your chin. He’s barely holding himself together — his chest rises and falls rapidly, his face flushed all the way to his neck, his body trembling with restrained desire. You look up, meeting his gaze, and see him coming undone — his eyes heavy with longing but wrapped in a tenderness that steals your breath.
Sungjin swiftly guides you back to lie on the couch, kissing you with intense passion. His hands move quickly, pulling down your shorts and panties. When he’s ready to enter you, he pulls back from the kiss and gazes at you, as if seeking permission to proceed. You nod, giving him the silent approval he seeks. His gaze soften with a mix of desire and gratitude before he continues, his movements gentle yet filled with intent.
His heart pounds as he realizes you’re letting him to fuck you. The thought of your tight warmth enveloping him sends a dizzying rush to his head.
He leans in, kissing you softly now, his lips trembling against yours as he presses himself closer, slow and careful, savoring every second. His hands slide up your sides, grounding you both in the moment, and the air hums with the weight of this connection — raw, intense, and unspoken, as if you’re both teetering on the edge of something deeper than either of you can name.
You gaze up at Sungjin, your jaw going slack as the sensation of him slowly filling you overwhelms your senses. Your legs tremble as he pushes deeper, his cock sliding smoothly into your wet pussy. The sound of your bodies meeting echoes in the room, a raw, rhythmic slap that drives you both further into the moment, like a dirty, erotic song that fuels your desire.
“Fuck,” he groans, his voice rough and strained, heavy with effort and want.
He starts to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast, his cock gliding in and out with ease. Each motion sends sparks of pleasure through you, your body responding to every thrust. Sungjin leans down, capturing your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hips keep their relentless pace, driving into you with unyielding intensity. You feel every inch of him — every vein, every ridge — sending waves of heat rippling through your core, making you gasp into his kiss.
“It feels so fucking good,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice a low, gravelly growl that vibrates through you, igniting another surge of desire.
You moan in response, your body arching to meet his, your hips rocking to match his thrusts, urging him deeper, harder, faster. He responds instantly, his movements growing more urgent, more desperate, his breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps that mirror your own. The room fills with the sounds of your shared rhythm — skin against skin, soft moans, and the creak of the couch beneath you.
“Sungjin, I’m close,” you pant, your voice shaky as your body tenses, teetering on the edge of release. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as the pleasure builds, overwhelming and electric. His eyes lock onto yours, dark with desire but softened by a flicker of tenderness, and he thrusts even harder, chasing your climax with you. The connection between you feels raw, unspoken, and powerful, like you’re both caught in something bigger than this moment, racing toward the edge together.
With a loud, raw scream, you come, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crash through you. Your pussy clenches tightly around Sungjin’s cock, pulsing in a frenzy as he keeps thrusting, his fingers relentless on your clit, drawing out every shudder of your orgasm. The sensation is overwhelming, electric, leaving you gasping and trembling beneath him.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his voice rough and strained, his body tensing as he chases his own release.
With one final, deep thrust, he follows you over the edge, his release flooding you, hot and intense. He collapses against you, both of you trembling, slick with sweat, your bodies tangled in the aftermath, hearts pounding in sync. The air feels heavy, thick with the scent of sex and the weight of what just happened.
He gently pulls out, making you gasp at the sudden emptiness, and rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you lie face to face. Your bodies stay close, still touching, still connected by the heat of your skin. He reaches out, his fingers soft as he tucks a strand of sweaty hair behind your ear, his touch gentle and warm, his eyes holding yours with a tenderness that makes your chest ache.
But as the haze of pleasure fades, guilt surges in, sharp and heavy, like a weight pressing on your heart. What started as anger toward Brian has spiraled into something you can’t take back — a betrayal that cuts deeper than you expected. It’s not just the act itself; it’s the way Sungjin’s touch lingers in your mind, the way his gaze makes you feel seen, desired, in a way Brian hasn’t in months. The memory of Sungjin’s hands, his voice, his warmth — it all clings to you, stirring a quiet ache that feels both thrilling and wrong. You lie there, your breath still uneven, caught between the fading heat of the moment and the growing realization that this choice will follow you, heavy and unshakable, long after you leave this room.
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sleepycoffeecas · 26 days ago
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i just want to drop it here and leave, goodbye (he made me feel lot of things)
https://x.com/for6day/status/1793617824252125240?t=4GgL3pNKAsjV8_h8EQMYpQ&s=19
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WOAH KIM WONPIL???
Now here is a man we don't talk about enough! OP, please return anytime to talk to me about Wonpil!
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sleepycoffeecas · 4 months ago
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GUYS UR QUEEN IS BACK FROM THE DEAD🙌🙌
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sleepycoffeecas · 4 months ago
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puppy love chapter 6 🍫
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(Guess who’s back😛)
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sleepycoffeecas · 4 months ago
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guys I swear I’m working on the new chapter, I have to finish this one project on Friday then I’ll upload 🙏
(Also thank you for over 200 notes on the masterlist it means so much!)
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sleepycoffeecas · 4 months ago
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question, are some of the skzoo’s girls? bc I got like half agreements with me and half that weren’t on a video I comment on so like I wanted to know what u thought, so basically it was a video saying like “bbokari is a girl!!??” and I was like “yea jiniret and Han quokka are too” but I kinda got a lot of hate for saying that so I wanted to come on here and ask. I saw multiple videos in the past saying that they were so I always just assumed but now idk (also in the comment I said I could be wrong but everyone was kinda responding in a rude tone but I wanted to know what ya’ll think)
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sleepycoffeecas · 5 months ago
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HAVE YOU GUYS READ STRAWBERRY MILK AND APPLE JUICE BY BTSSYNDROME ON WATTPAD AND AO3 BC ITS MY FAV SERIES AND THE NEW BOOK DOESNT OFFICALLY START UPDATUNG UNTILL FEB 11TH AND LIZ IS LETTING OUT 1 CHAPTER EVERY FEW DAYS AND THE NEW ONE CAME oUT AND IM LOSING MY MINDDDDD I NEED PPL TO TALK ABT IT WITH MEE😭😭
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sleepycoffeecas · 5 months ago
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(im)patiently waiting for chp 6 😍😍😍
take your time my loveee
I hope I can get it to you soon my loveee! 😊
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sleepycoffeecas · 5 months ago
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Okay so which would you rather a written chapter or just a normal text one bc depending on which is chosen I can get it out faster to all of you^^ (also I have updated the taglist for all of you that asked to be on it dw)
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sleepycoffeecas · 5 months ago
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Hi everyone dw im alive i have a lot of exams these past and coming weeks so I haven’t had time to write the new chapter, i promise ill work on it as soon as i can💗
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sleepycoffeecas · 6 months ago
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hi everyone ik it’s been some days since I’ve updated that’s because I was rereading some series I like to improve how I write and get tips but I will try to get a new chapter out by the end of the day if not tmr or the day after!🫶
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sleepycoffeecas · 6 months ago
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dance class with daddy!
...where your little girl teaches her daddy, the main dancer of one of the biggest kpop groups, how to dance
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“you’re doing it wrong!” your daughter shouted, hands on her hips as she glared at minho.
minho, ever the professional, stopped mid-spin, eyes wide. "what do you mean, i’m doing it wrong? i’m literally following you!" he tried to mimic her tiny movements, his arms flailing in all the wrong directions.
“no, daddy! like this!” she spun in a perfect circle, her arms extended gracefully, before stopping to point at him again. “do the feet! the feet!”
minho blinked, clearly confused. “the feet? you didn’t tell me about feet!”
“do the feet!” she demanded, bouncing on the spot, her voice serious like a little dance instructor.
you were on the sidelines, biting back your laughter. minho, the literal main dancer of stray kids, was struggling to keep up with your toddler. it was hilarious.
minho tried again, his feet doing some awkward shuffle. “like this?”
“no! no! you need to do the other feet!” she screeched, pointing at the floor dramatically. “other feet, daddy!”
he froze, looking at you for help. “what other feet?” his voice was desperate, almost pleading for you to intervene.
“i have no idea,” you said, barely containing your laughter. “she changes the choreography every five seconds. just follow her.”
you watched as your daughter stomped over to minho and grabbed his hand, tugging him into position. “now we jump!” she announced proudly, before proceeding to jump up and down in rapid succession.
minho gave you a wide-eyed look, his body already aching from the "dance." “she’s a drill sergeant, not a dance teacher.”
"jump, daddy!" she yelled, practically jumping herself into the air, her little legs barely lifting off the ground. minho sighed, giving a half-hearted jump. “like this?”
“no!” she shouted. “like this!” she then proceeded to twist her body in a way that looked like an interpretive dance move gone wrong.
you were wiping away tears of laughter, watching minho try to follow along. every time he thought he had it, she changed the move. "she’s a genius" you teased.
minho collapsed onto the couch, defeated but amused. "i’m officially her backup dancer."
your daughter, hands on her hips, nodded seriously, as if she were the one making the final judgment. “good job, daddy.”
minho grinned, rubbing his sore arms. “i’m never going to live this down.”
but you knew, as the three of you giggled together, that these were the moments minho would treasure most. no stage, no spotlight—just his little girl and the other feet.
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sleepycoffeecas · 6 months ago
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Sorry new chapter is taking so long to come out it’s a written one so it may take later then I want it to, but I will try to get 2 chapters out today😭🙏
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sleepycoffeecas · 6 months ago
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wait am i tripping? but why is skz and y/n both saying "7 soulmates"? isn't it supposed to be 8- (my brain hurts)
THE SERIES IS SOOOO GOOD CANT WAIT TO READ MORE AAAAAAA
WHY DID I JUST CATCH THEN WHEN U MENTIONED ITT😭😭 ILL GO BACK AND FIX IT THANK YOU AND DW NEW CHAPTER COMING OUT SOON!
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