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The sun was already setting when Sooho finished taking out the last pieces of the new sofa they had bought just a couple of days ago.
The idea he’d come up with was simple: put it together before his friends arrived so they could set it up in the backyard, around a little makeshift fire pit that Hyeori had managed to build, along with a couple of blankets, pillows, and hot chocolate.
A pajama party to celebrate their university vacation. Hyeori had been planning it the whole month.
What she hadn’t planned was just how damn handsome Sooho would look that day.
His shirt, part of an old uniform he used for his university practicum, was sleeveless and loose, showing not only his toned arms from going to the gym but also part of his ribs and that tempting line of his abs disappearing under his sports pants.
His hair was damp from the small sweat his body produced while squatting, his hands looking bigger as he held tiny screws between his long fingers, and the way he clenched his jaw as he read the furniture instructions.
Hyeori tried to focus. She really did.
She was holding a box of screws, sitting beside him, supposed to hand them over when he asked. But she had been staring for almost twenty minutes at the small trail of sweat running from his neck to his chest.
“The screw for part B…” he said without looking at her, concentrating on the letters.
“Huh? Yeah… yeah…” she nodded, searching for the screw, but her clumsy hands, mixed with her nerves, made her tip the box reflexively, and some of its contents fell onto the floor.
“Oh!” Sooho jumped a little. “Babe, they’re rolling under the bookshelf!” He dropped the instructions and lunged for the tiny screws scattered near the heavy bookshelf by the TV. “Got them…” he murmured, holding the screws like they were treasures.
“Sorry… it’s just…”
Sooho looked at her then, hearing that shy tone she rarely used, at least not when they were alone. “Is something wrong, my sunshine?” he asked, crawling closer and resting his head on her legs, looking at her like a little puppy. “Are you hot? You’re blushing…”
Hyeori didn’t answer but her face said it all: red cheeks, moist lips, eyes fixed on his arms. He smiled slowly, as if he had just figured out what was happening.
“You’re going to wear me out if you keep looking at me like that, did you know that?”
“It’s just… Oppa… You look way too good…”
Sooho raised an eyebrow, amused.
“I’ve been sweating on the floor, reading badly translated instructions. I don’t feel very sexy right now.”
“Well… I do feel you’re sexy.” She admitted, her eyes roaming over his face, her lips slightly parted. “Actually, I’ve been wanting to tell you for a week now, but right now I just can’t keep doing this abstinence…”
She said it straight. No filter. Because the need was already burning between her legs.
Sooho set the tiny screws aside, looking at her steadily. His smile grew a little more malicious, his gaze darkened, just as eager as his body.
“So what do you want me to do then, my sunshine?”
She didn’t answer with words. She just crawled over to him, sitting on his lap, straddling him. The contact between their bodies was immediate.
Her hands slid to his waist, slipping under the sleeveless shirt, her soft fingers touching his hot skin.
“I’m saying I want you inside me… now.”
Sooho let out a barely audible growl, his hands gripping her hips, feeling her warmth.
“Here? On the floor?”
She nodded. Her flushed cheeks made her look so sweet, but her dark eyes gave Sooho the freedom to see inside them. Dark. Shining. Full of desire.
“Yes… The floor’s clean, isn’t it?”
Sooho didn’t need any more.
They kissed with intensity. Lips clashing, biting, licking. Her hands went up to take off his shirt, revealing that torso that obsessed her.
She lowered her head and licked down the center, from his chest to his belly, while her hands slid down his pants.
Sooho helped her, shedding clothes until he was completely naked beneath her.
Hyeori undressed without shame: her shorts, underwear, shirt—all thrown on the floor. She sat back on him, their bodies brushing, wet, hot.
“We haven’t done this in weeks,” he gasped, forehead resting on hers. “You’re going to drive me crazy…”
“Whose idea was the abstinence?”
Sooho chuckled softly, opening his mouth a little as she raised herself slowly and lowered herself down, letting her heat wrap around him, inch by inch. They both moaned in unison, their breaths ragged.
“Shit… you’re so tight… so wet…”
“Shut up and move…”
Sooho took control then.
He gripped her hips firmly and began moving from below, thrusting steadily, deeper each time. Hyeori gasped, gripping his shoulders, her nails scratching his warm skin, leaning back to give him more room, more access.
“Sooho…” she whispered against his ear.
He grabbed her neck, gentle but firm, kissed her without stopping, their pelvises colliding with moist, dirty rhythm.
“What do you want, my sunshine? Harder?”
She trembled but nodded. The friction, the heat on her body and around them was too much—the pleasure built up over weeks was rising like a burning wave up her spine. When the thrusts got stronger, she couldn’t hold it anymore, coming with a scream, her body trembling over him, her legs shaking.
But Sooho didn’t stop. He held her tighter and kept going, panting, until he came inside her, his face buried in her neck, moaning her name.
The brunette leaned back, lying on the floor with her on top, both embraced, still connected, sweaty, shaking from the intense pleasure they had just experienced.
“When the guys come… they’re gonna smell something weird…”
“Well, screw them. They can buy their own house if they don’t want smells.” Sooho laughed when Hyeori sat on him, lightly tapping his chest, just to scold him for those words.
The brunette raised his hands, touching her breasts—they fit perfectly in his grip, caressing them lightly—and was about to sit up to take them to his mouth when Hyeori tensed as a noise reached her ears.
A loud laugh was heard, somewhat distant, but she knew it perfectly. HyunTak.
“Did you hear that?” Hyeori whispered, feeling Sooho’s hands tense over her breasts.
His body stiffened. They both fell silent for a few seconds. The noise came again: laughter, footsteps on the grass outside the house.
“No… it can’t be…” he murmured, sitting up a little without getting her off him. “They said they’d be here in an hour!”
“Well, clearly they can’t count,” she replied, jumping off him quickly. She searched desperately for her clothes. “Shit… where’s my shirt?”
“It’s under me. Wait…” Sooho said, rolling to the side and tossing it to her. “And my pants?”
“They were on your leg! How do pants disappear in a minute?”
The guy paused mid-move, squinting at his girlfriend. “There was more than one pair…” he muttered with a mock offended face as he bent down to look under the half-assembled sofa.
She smiled faintly and got dressed quickly without even wiping off, just adjusting her underwear as best she could and shooting him an intense look.
“Don’t say a word. Not a single word about what just happened.”
“I’m not going to say anything,” he said, pulling on his shirt. “But I’m thinking about it. Very hard.”
“Sooho…”
“All right, all right,” he raised his hands in surrender, though the smile on his face betrayed him. “But if someone sits there and asks why the floor is so warm…”
“I swear if you make one comment, I’m going to kill you in front of everyone.”
“What if I whisper it in your ear?” She stared at him, warning him with her eyes. He laughed. “Okay, seriously,” he said, moving closer, gently taking her face in his hands, “You have no idea how much I missed you.”
“Don’t get sentimental right now. I can still feel your fingers on my neck,” she whispered with a mix of embarrassment and tenderness.
“That’s good.” He nodded, leaving a kiss on her forehead. “I love you, did you know that?”
A sharp knock on the door made them both jump; Sooho cursed because he didn’t get to hear her answer.
“Hey, open up! Baku’s freezing!” Baku shouted, banging on the door repeatedly.
Sooho quickly moved away and started picking up the scattered screws, sitting on the floor pretending to continue working.
She took a deep breath, pushed her hair back, and went to the door. She opened it with a small smile.
“Finally!” Baku said, coming in while showing bags full of snacks and drinks. “Did you finish assembling the sofa?”
“More or less,” Sooho replied, standing behind her, pretending to read the instructions.
“Why does it smell… like incense?” HyunTak asked, frowning.
“They’re scented candles,” Hyeori replied immediately, turning toward the kitchen. “I bought some new ones. Lavender… or something like that… We tested them before you came… Want something to eat?”
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The house was silent. Only the sound of the night wind sliding through the cracked-open windows and the faint creaking of tree branches.
The friends were scattered in different corners: sofas, air mattresses, sleeping bags. Lights off. Firepit out. The pajama party was officially over.
Hyeori opened her eyes without knowing why. Her phone clock showed 2:13 a.m. She was thirsty. And her heart was beating faster than usual.
She got up slowly from the mattress she shared with Sooho, careful not to step on Sieun, who was curled up like a baby next to her.
When she stepped into the hallway, she sensed another presence. She turned. Sooho was behind her, barefoot, hair messy, wearing that black shirt that only showed his forearms.
“Did I wake you?” she whispered, moving closer to gently stroke his sleepy face.
“I wasn’t sleeping. I saw you get up… I didn’t want to leave you alone.”
She smiled and nodded, leaving a kiss on his jaw before murmuring she was going to the bathroom. She walked quietly down the hall, entering the main bathroom. Sooho closed the door carefully behind them, making no noise.
Hyeori leaned on the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her face slightly puffy, cheeks a bit flushed. Her messy hair loose.
Sooho came up behind her slowly, pressing his chest against her back. “You look beautiful like this,” he whispered in her ear, his breath warm.
She closed her eyes.
“Stop lying, or I’ll tell Choco to bite your foot again.”
Sooho chuckled softly, his lips trailing down to her neck, and she sighed when she felt the wetness of his tongue glide across her skin. Sooho slid one hand to her waist and the other gently caressed one of her breasts.
“We haven’t had a moment like this… just you and me… in weeks… Can we do it again?”
“Soo, the guys are sleeping outside.”
Sooho’s hands slipped under her shirt, his fingers searching directly for her nipple.
“Then we better not make much noise,” he murmured again, more breathless this time. “Want me to help you?”
She turned, grabbed him by the nape, and kissed him hard. Their lips met like they hadn’t touched in years.
The kiss was wet, deep, full of urgency. Hyeori stood on tiptoe as he lifted her by the waist and sat her on the sink.
The fabric of their pajamas barely separated them. Sooho managed to open her shirt a little, revealing her breast. He kissed one, then the other, sucking gently, his tongue circling. She covered her mouth with her hand to keep from moaning.
“Don’t make a sound…” he whispered against her skin. “Remember Sieun is still our innocent baby…”
She closed her eyes, sighing, her hand still over her mouth, tugging lightly at the brunette’s hair as he knelt before her, pulling down his pajama pants and moving her underwear aside gently. She was already wet. He noticed. He looked up at her with that intense look of his.
“You know Baku took my dessert at dinner?” he said with a pout, watching as she blinked rapidly, as if trying to clear the mist in her gaze. “So I was left really wanting to try something sweet…”
“Then do it, please…”
And with that, he slid his tongue between her lips, licking with slow but sure movements. Up, down, sucking right where she needed it most. Hyeori grabbed the edge of the sink, her body trembling. She bit her lips, fingers—anything to keep from making noise.
He increased the speed, inserting one finger, then another. She felt the orgasm climb like pressure in her stomach. She looked him in the eyes just as she came, trembling silently.
Sooho stood, kissed her again with a smile, making her taste her own pleasure. Then he pulled down his pajama pants, revealing his thick erection, fully ready for her.
“Do we still have condoms?”
She stopped him when he reached for the small drawer where they kept that kind of thing. “No…” she whispered. “Just… do it… please…”
He looked at her, making sure she was okay with it, and when she nodded again, stroking his face and confirming it was fine, he aligned his body with hers and entered her in one go.
They both held their breath. Sooho hugged her as he moved inside, each thrust slow, deep, intense. She muffled her moans against his neck, her nails digging into his back.
“You’re mine…” he murmured. “My sweet sunshine…” His voice was breathless, as if speaking alone took all his air.
“Always yours…”
Sooho moved exactly how he knew she liked it, knowing her body, every inch. The sound of his pelvis hitting the edge of the sink was light but steady. Hyeori trembled more and more.
Another orgasm hit her quickly, unexpectedly, making her clutch her body to his, moaning in her throat.
Sooho couldn’t hold on any longer. He came inside her with a sigh, his face buried in her hair, body tense. They stayed like that for a few seconds, panting softly, quietly.
“If someone comes in now… I have no idea what excuse I’ll make up.”
“I’ll say I felt sick… and you were holding me so I wouldn’t faint.”
He laughed, stroking her legs. “I like that. Very heroic.”
“Though I’m not sure the ‘holding me’ with your pants down totally works…”
They both laughed quietly this time, trying not to break the silence of the house. Sooho helped her down from the sink, fixed her hair with his hands, and kissed her forehead.
“I love you so much, so much, so much.”
Hyeori smiled, throwing herself at him to give a strong hug and leave little kisses on his face. “And I love you much, much more.”
“No, I don’t think you do,” he said, turning around to carry her in his arms toward the door. “But maybe I will if you hug me while I sleep… It’s cold.”
She smiled, leaving a kiss on his nose and nodded, earning a bright look from Sooho, who loved sleeping on her chest.
“Babe… did you know there’s a two-for-one sale tomorrow at the comic store?”
“No, we’re not buying another Batman copy, you already have five.”
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