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fix it better | sunghoon

summary: working nonstop makes you feel like everything in life could go wrong in the blink of an eye. a blind date leads you back to your childhood crush and you start to believe you could have it all if you try hard enough.

notes: i finished writing this and was gonna keep it in my google docs but here i am. this one’s shorter compared to my past works (12.1K).

warnings: smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk and praise, y/n getting turned on by sunghoon wearing a necklace because he dangles it in her face, spit, mentions of hair falling from an updo (but that’s only because it’s my hair type lol).

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When your friend tells you she wants to introduce you to someone, you’re more than apprehensive when she suggests setting the two of you up on a blind date.

Sumi is relentless about it in the way a loving friend does. Having met her in a pilot training program all those years ago and having been the only two women in your introductory class, solidified your friendship quickly, if not for the common ground then because the two of you stuck out like sore thumbs and knew it too.

She doesn’t pester you often, especially when you brush off her advances and promise her that you’ll think about it. She knows you won’t, though, and strategically brings this up in conversation when you’ve forgotten all about the blind date proposition. Sumi does it when the two of you start to talk about relationships or lack thereof and she only brings it up when you’re especially despondent.

You don’t know much about this person. This mystery man is a friend of her cousin’s and they’ve known each other since childhood, having spent their days together when she’d visit her cousin in his hometown. They kept in touch all these years and became closer in adulthood, prompting Sumi to “know him well though” to think the two of you would get along.

Allegedly, he’s tall and strikingly handsome. Sumi describes him as intimidating on the outside but warm on the inside, like he’s someone you have to get to know in order to appreciate him in all his complexity. You also know that he’s a successful hedge fund manager who volunteers his time to teach little kids how to ice skate every other Sunday morning.

You dismiss her words on most days, telling her how you don’t have the time to consider a relationship because you’re too busy chasing after your career. After working hard in a graduating class full of men as your peers, you feel the pressure to perform well hanging on your shoulders with every reminder of the degree that hangs on a wall above your desk back at home. To excel at your career isn’t only about proving everyone that you’re capable enough to handle being a pilot. Rather, it’s also about discipline and building your self confidence when you know the people sitting behind you on the aircraft wouldn’t believe in you if they knew a woman was flying their plane.

There wasn’t a lot of time for romance in your life anyways. Your teenage years were spent thinking about how dull your hometown was and your time at university was haphazard at best, dating here and there for weeks at a time before ultimately letting it fizzle out. There was no fulfillment or excitement, only mediocre sex and shitty fast food or chain restaurant dates.

Even in the first few years of your career, you excelled quicker than any of your coworkers and climbed the ranks until you were in head pilot. Having been promoted so young was exceptionally rewarding. It was like everything you could’ve ever wanted came true in such a short period of time because of your dedication and love for aircraft.

But climbing that ladder as quickly as you did meant you burned out faster than anybody else.

You worked long hours with barely any pay off as the days started to look bleak. Day and night were one in the same and you lost your love for exploring new cities with 12-hour layovers. You stopped dedicating time to walk around the neighborhood and started to sleep a full nine hours in your assigned hotel room. You ceased to update Sumi with new, exciting adventures from places and things discovered abroad and instead chose to take the back seat and listen to what she’d been up to since the last time you spoke to her.

Sumi, the ever-supporting friend she is, suggested you switch from commercial to private flying to ease up your stress. She could see that working long hours was taking a toll on your physical wellness and mental health. Being so young and in charge of a great amount of work began to chip away at your sanity. You saw the inside of your apartment only a few days out of the month and each time you visited, your fridge would be empty. It wasn’t until you realized you could count the number of friends you had on one hand, most of whom you hadn’t gotten the chance to respond to, that you chose to change the path of your career.

It was a daunting one. Your coworkers celebrated the next step of your life but it was bittersweet saying goodbye to a job you worked incredibly hard for, just for it to end as soon as it did. It almost felt like you were giving up before you reached the finish line. Shouldn't you stick it out for another few years? After all this time dreaming about showing a group of passengers the wonders of the world, why would you allow a bit of stress to stop you from doing so?

Ultimately, it was a step in the right direction. Sumi’s friend from her job knew a guy hiring pilots for a private air carrier service. You passed with flying colors upon a single glance at your resume and one meeting over a cup of coffee. The job was yours as soon as the last paycheck from your previous employer was cashed.

Now, you deal with wealthy clients who enlisted your services. Becoming a pilot for this tax bracket opened up another world of possibilities you hadn’t considered. Getting to know clients who frequented your plane led to swapping life stories and getting to know them on a deeper level. And yet, six months into this new position and you couldn’t find it in you to relax. So you relent, telling Sumi that you’re nearly at rock bottom in terms of your social life and that nothing could be worse than feeling lonelier than you’ve ever felt.

You find yourself unable to stop fidgeting with your rings when you enter the fanciest restaurant you’ve ever seen in your life.

The doors to the building itself are made of translucent black glass that gives way to an elegant dining experience, complete with pristine white tablecloth and art to decorate the walls. The lighting is picturesque, not too bright that the room is saturated but not too dim that you’d need to squint to see your table mate.

In all aspects of the word, everything is perfect. From the beautiful environment to the dress you’re wearing. Sumi had told you to let her handle everything and you tried your best to relax and allow her to be your spokesperson. She texted you a week prior with all of the details and now you find yourself arriving fifteen minutes prior to when Sumi said your date would be ready.

The hostess greets you with a pleasant smile when you tell her your name. You’re a bit perturbed when she guides you to your table, wondering if the hostess would make you wait for your date while sitting alone in the dining area instead of the restaurant lobby.

She gestures to a table with an empty chair and a man—presumably your blind date—facing away from you. The nerves begin to appear and you will for your palms to stay dry as the weight of the blind date settles in your stomach. You decide that you need a glass of wine to calm your nerves and pray that your nervousness won’t cause you to lose your appetite.

“Mr. Park, the other party has arrived.”

You stand anxiously as you stop to stand beside the hostess, who waits patiently beside you when the man sitting before you rises from his seat. His shoulders are broad against a pristine button down and his hair is slicked back from what you can tell. His height is impressive and you almost buckle in the knees when you realize he’s about to turn around.

The man standing in front of you is none other than your high school crush.

Park Sunghoon was quite ubiquitous in your small town. He was on track to become an Olympian after his rise to stardom in the realm of figure skating. Sunghoon always seemed untouchable, too busy to keep friends aside from his neighbors and childhood companions, and too preoccupied to think of anything else.

He spent most of his days in the neighboring city of Seoul, where you find yourself living nowadays, to train at a prestigious facility that turns young athletes into Olympic gold medalists. Day in and day out, Sunghoon would spend most of his time seeing the inside of an ice rink rather than his own bedroom.

It was a shock to the entire community when Sunghoon announced his retirement from figure skating. The reason he gave left more questions than answers. Sunghoon explained that he merely grew out of his love for the sport and wished to focus on his education for the upcoming university entrance exams. He quit and never looked back.

Sunghoon’s popularity did not waver. Aside from his talent, he was popular because of his incredibly handsome stature and his charming smile. Girls and boys alike swooned over him and oftentimes held crushes that wouldn’t amount to anything more than an effervescent feeling that would disappear upon graduation. Everybody loved Park Sunghoon. You were no exception.

Sunghoon was the epitome of disciplined and poised. He never complained about his workload and always kept a bright smile on his face even when he was too tired to comprehend lessons in your shared classes. Sunghoon never took anything for granted and oftentimes vocalized his love for his community with every post-win speech at figure skating tournaments. He was the pride and joy of your town. He was everything you wanted to be and more.

Even now, with his fitted button-down that shows off his broad figure and tailored trousers that pull his outfit together, you feel inadequate.

“Y/N?”

Sunghoon looks at you like time froze, the people sitting beside the two of you have completely ceased to move. He looks at you with a shocked expression, dark brown eyes staring into yours as his mind tries to wrap around the person he’s seeing. You’re shocked that he knows your name, let alone recognizes you. While he was more of the sociable type, you found solace by yourself at the lunch table.

“Sunghoon,” you say after a beat of silence. The hostess politely excuses herself.

Sunghoon takes a step forward and flexes his palm before stopping abruptly. He lets his eyes look at you for just a little longer. The silence makes you nervous. You didn’t think he knew who you were all those years ago and you’re more than surprised that he recognizes you, let alone saying your name like he knew you in his past life.

“Hi.” Sunghoon subtly clears his throat. “It’s so good to see you. I can’t remember the last time I saw you.”

“It’s been a while.”

“Please, sit.” Sunghoon walks to your side of the table and pulls the chair out, allowing you to maneuver into your seat. You feel his eyes on your back as he stands behind you. Sunghoon looks at the dress that adorns your body, a tasteful piece that drapes over your shoulders and exposes a portion of your back. He returns to his own and pulls his chair towards him. “It really is good to see you after all these years. You look amazing. That dress…you look radiant.”

Heat begins to kiss your cheeks at Sunghoon’s compliment.

“Thank you.” You’re bashful and you hope he doesn’t notice. “It’s probably too expensive for what it’s worth but it was a present to myself.”

“What are we celebrating tonight?” Your mouth quirks into a smile when he looks at you like he’s ready to order a bottle of wine to celebrate alongside you.

“I bought it for myself when I quit a stressful job and began a new one.”

“I hope this new job isn’t stressing you out.”

You shake your head. “No, nothing like that. It’s a change of pace, that’s for sure. But it’s good for me.”

“How have you been?” he asks, nearly tumbling over his words. Sunghoon fidgets with the menu in front of him but doesn’t motion to open and read it.

“I can’t say life has been too bad,” is what you offer. “I’ve been pretty busy since we graduated but it’s all in good fun.”

“High school was so long ago, wasn’t it?”

“Not long enough. I don’t think I could ever get rid of Mr. Kang’s literature class if I tried.”

Sunghoon makes a face. “Yeah, I completely agree. Homeroom with him was nothing short of torture.”

The waiter comes and takes your drink order. He’s back in record time and your empty stomach makes the alcohol process much quicker. You can’t tell if you feel buzzed upon the first sip or if your nerves are making you feel like you can’t focus on anything. But Sunghoon doesn’t seem to comment on anything and you assume you look somewhat normal.

“I recently got promoted, so I can empathize with stressful jobs,” he tells you. Sunghoon drinks a fancy cocktail with whiskey in it. You remember seeing him at house parties taking shots of flavor soju and cheap tequila. The time between then and now reminds you just how much has changed.

“I’m a hedge fund manager. I handle money and liquid assets. You know, the super boring stuff that nobody enjoys talking about.” That pulls a laugh out of you.

“You must be pretty good at your job.”

“I love figuring out these types of problems no matter how hard they are. It’s probably what got me promoted.” A wave of silence falls over the two of you. “Have you always lived in Seoul?”

“I got my own apartment a few years ago,” you tell him. “It’s nothing too fancy, just a one bedroom with in-unit laundry. My friends keep telling me I should invest in a bigger space since I make more than I did a few years ago, but I can’t seem to do it.”

“Your home’s our own, you know? You don’t need a mansion to be comfortable.”

“What about you? Have you been in Seoul since we graduated?”

“Here and there. I used to travel a lot for work but settled back in Seoul once I was promoted. I got to travel all over Asia every few weeks. It was an amazing experience but I missed being here full time.”

“I love traveling. I don’t think I’d ever want to stop.”

“Have you been to a lot of places? I remember you always talking about wanting to visit Europe and South America back when we were kids.”

You wouldn’t villainize your high school years but you were somebody who was intimidated by large crowds and peer pressure. A good amount of people in your grade felt superficial on the surface level, too caught up in their own devices to pursue their passions and get to know people beyond a social status. You found yourself with your peers who valued solitude and independence. But being the kind of person who hangs in the background and doesn’t attend school functions for the fear of being in public made it so that you and Sunghoon ran in two completely different circles.

“I’m actually surprised you knew that about me,” you admit. “I don’t think we spoke much back then.”

Sunghoon chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “I suppose we didn’t. I think I made myself look like a complete stalker.”

“No,” you reassure him. “It’s just that, well, you and I didn’t cross paths too much and you were friends with some pretty well-known people.”

“Popular jackasses are what they were,” Sunghoon says. “I think we all knew that.”

“Some better than most.” You say it with a wistful laugh but chastise yourself for such a meek comment. “Still, I didn’t think you knew much of me. I don’t know if we’ve ever spoken, if I’m being honest.”

Before he can respond, the waiter returns and asks if the two of you have had a chance to look at the menu. Sunghoon asks for another minute and the waiter obliges and leaves the table. You anxiously try to keep your foot tapping to a minimum when you glance at the menu and see the expensive appetizer and entree options.

The room itself feels a bit suffocating. The volume is too loud with your anxiety pounding in your ears and the chatter amongst the parties sitting next to you becomes too overwhelming. You can barely focus on the words of the menu.

Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon takes notice. He’s flicking his gaze between you and the menu between his hands, watching as you swallow and as your eyes reread the same section over and over again.

Sumi had approached him months ago and told him about you without giving away your identity, raving on about how she had a feeling that the two of you would get along. She kept the details to a minimum. You were a longtime friend and someone who enjoys the big and small in life and that was enough to pique his interest. When Sumi realized Sunghoon’s curiosity, it didn’t take much to convince him to go on a blind date.

She badgered him on the importance of making this date as special as can be. The proposition was intimidating and ambiguous. With nothing to go off of because of the blind date aspect, Sunghoon turned to his boss and asked where he should take a woman if the intent is to spoil his date.

This restaurant was recommended for its fine dining and exquisite menu. Sunghoon was able to get a last minute reservation with his connections and figured that this restaurant would be a good place to start because of the elegant scenery and romantic ambiance. But the way you look makes him think otherwise.

“Y/N?” You look up at him and he chooses his words wisely. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” you ask nervously albeit trying to remain calm. You fix your posture and plaster a smile on your face, feeling guilt creep up your spine when he looks at you with concern. “Perfectly fine. Why do you ask?”

“I…well, you look a bit uncomfortable.”

“No!” You clear your throat. “I’m not uncomfortable. It’s just surprising to see you after all these years and I’m shocked that you remember me too.”

He softens his tone. “You can be honest with me, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “You put in so much work to choose the restaurant and we both dressed for the occasion. It’s perfect.”

You’ve never been very good at lying, always wearing your heart on your sleeve to the point where you almost give yourself away. The lighting from above reflects from the polished silverware that sits beside the clean, empty plate for appetizers, and you wonder if you’ve just lost yours.

“You know, I remember you loved dumplings,” says Sunghoon. “You used to carry around a small container and eat them between classes.”

“How did you know that?”

Sunghoon laughs. “I could smell them. They smelled so good. I was so jealous that you always had something good to eat whenever you wanted.”

“Back then, my neighbor was this older couple who owned a dumpling restaurant just down the block. They’d always pack me a few leftovers from the night before for me to take to school. I was really spoiled that way.”

“You’re lucky.”

“I think they must’ve felt bad because my parents were always working and I picked up a part time job at the local night market on the weekdays.”

“I feel like I must’ve had a sixth sense because I could always hear you opening those containers, even if I was sitting on the opposite side of the room.” Sunghoon smiles at the memory and lowers his head like he’s bashful.

“I didn’t think anybody was paying much attention in grade school.”

His eyes flicker to you. “You might’ve felt like you flew under the radar but that couldn’t be farther from the truth.”

Sunghoon’s words, combined with his intense eye contact, sends a shock wave down your spine. You sit up straighter as his sharp brown eyes never once leave yours and you feel your heart burst with something akin to pride.

“I don't think our paths crossed that often.”

“We shared math and literature for a few years. I remember seeing you for the first time with a Kuromi bag and a bright pink keychain in the shape of an aircraft. Even back then, you looked so different from everyone else and I liked that about you.”

Sunghoon’s confession startles you. “Well, I’m sorry that we never talked more.”

He laughs. “I’m sure you knew that I was busy with skating until I retired. I barely spoke to anyone and when I quit, the adjustment was hard. I don’t think we would’ve been friends because of how busy and awkward I was.”

But you didn’t see Sunghoon as awkward. Rather, you always saw him as the pinnacle of resilience and grace, navigating his career and education like he could excel at both. He was always so grateful for what his parents sacrificed in order for his dreams to come true and never took it for granted. You were sure that not every smile of his was genuine, but you admired that he could plaster one on his face even when it was difficult for him to do so.

Sunghoon seemed to be so sure of himself. His promising career made him into a disciplined individual, adhering to strict diets and intense practice schedules to win competitions and prove he was the best. It always amazed you when you watched clips of him online. Even from a young age, Sunghoon seemed to always know when to smile.

His retirement, too, was something that you admired. With his grace and dignity still intact, you remember watching the press conference and being in awe of his bold determination to continue his education and leave the ice rink behind because it wasn’t his main passion anymore. Even at the tender age of sixteen, Sunghoon spoke with such eloquence that you were sure he’d grow up to be a politician someday.

You thought about him briefly in the years that passed since graduating high school. Every once in a while, you wondered if he would return to figure skating or if he would abandon it altogether. Was he still friends with anyone from back then? Does he still dream of being an Olympian?

“This restaurant is pretentious, isn’t it?” Sunghoon laughs to himself and closes the menu, setting it on the table below him. “When Sumi told me about this idea she had for a blind date, I was put off by it because I didn’t want to meet you for the first time without knowing who you were. But the more she talked about you, I became interested.

“She didn’t reveal much, just that you were her best friend and deserved nothing short of being spoiled after the past few years you’ve been working nonstop. I thought about asking Sumi where I should take you but that felt too much since she was the one who set this all up. The least I could do was pick a place. I think I missed the mark on that one.”

He looks at you with his mouth parted slightly, like he’s just told you an incredible secret he wasn’t ready to share just yet.

“And now I’m rambling. I’m sorry. I think we’re off to a bad start.”

You shake your head. “You aren’t rambling. If we’re being honest, I feel like I’m not being myself because I haven’t, err, been on a date in a while and this place is a little out of my comfort zone.”

“I think we can agree on that.” Sunghoon smiles at you and stands from his chair. He pulls a few large bills from his wallet and puts them on the table before holding his arm out for you. “You know, the reason why I brought up dumplings is because I know an amazing place just a few blocks from here.”

“Would it be awful of me to prefer that over this restaurant?”

Sunghoon shakes his head. “Sumi said I needed to spoil you so if taking you to a hole-in-the-wall dumpling house means spoiling you, I think I can manage that.”

The two of you exit quickly. He keeps a respectable distance and allows you your own space to walk. Sunghoon tells you his car is with the valet and that he’ll get it after dinner when you inquire about how he arrived. He’s dismayed when you tell him you called an Uber and tells you he’d be more than happy to drive you home, merely offering you a gentle smile when you tell him he doesn’t have to.

The restaurant is exactly how Sunghoon described it to be. It’s a small shop with only four tables and the menu is peeling off of the walls. Artwork of dumplings and other dishes hang haphazardly off the walls and there’s a stack of plates and napkins off to the side. But the aroma makes your mouth water and you feel the tension leaving your body as you sit down and smell the herbs and spics cooking behind the counter.

The dumplings are situated between the two of you in no time. You let Sunghoon take over ordering for the two of you and he tells you to trust his recommendations. He pays without so much of a fuss and the fondness that creeps up your cheeks is something you decide you’ll think about later. Something about the steaming pouches of goodness has both of you melting with the heat and soon, the two of you dig in like you haven’t eaten in years.

It feels good to be relaxed like this. You don’t feel confined by the rich ambiance of a fancy restaurant. Despite being dressed to the nines, it feels as though you two are old friends catching up. His sleeves are rolled up, which gives you a preview of his toned arms that have definitely doubled in size since the last time you saw him. Likewise, you’ve let your hair go and Sunghoon thinks the way it looks right now makes you all that more beautiful.

“Did you ever become a pilot?” Surprised, Sunghoon’s question brings you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, yes. I did. Did Sumi tell you how we met?”

He shakes his head. “No, actually. She didn’t tell me anything about you that was something tangible. I assume because you wore that pink plane keychain every day until graduating. I kept seeing airplanes on you everywhere.”

Sunghoon’s observation astounds you. It surprises you that he could ever pick that up from you because in your mind, Sunghoon was part of the popular crowd who chose to stick with his friends instead of making new ones. The thought that he might’ve paid attention to you never crossed your mind.

“I think everyone might’ve thought it was weird how obsessed I was when it came to airplanes. My head was so high up in the clouds—no pun intended—and it felt like high school passed in the blink of an eye. I didn’t think anyone paid attention.” You shove half a dumpling in your mouth to refrain from talking too much, choosing to focus on not letting the steam burn the roof of your mouth.

“We sat near each other for most of trigonometry in our third year,” Sunghoon tells you casually, like it’s a well-known fact between the two of you. “I always saw you drawing in the margins of our tests when you finished early. You always drew planes and birds, or something like that. I had to force myself to look back at my own exam sheet so it wouldn’t look like I was cheating.”

Sunghoon makes you laugh. “Being a pilot was my dream for the longest time. I was fascinated by aviation when my mom took me to watch the annual flight show. I could only picture myself as a pilot and I don’t think I ever wanted to be anything else.”

“You did it, though. That’s incredible.”

The heat creeps up your neck when you think about it. “I met Sumi in the training program during university and we were the only girls that semester. It was really hard to prove myself to my peers but I ended up graduating with top honors. That was a pretty good feeling.”

“You were so good at math. My mom tried to convince me to ask you to tutor me.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Pride?” The two of you share a laugh. “I hated school. The reason I quit wasn’t because I wanted to focus on my education but because I lost my passion for skating professionally.”

Your eyes drop to the near-empty plate below you and use your chopsticks to push them around aimlessly. His words remind you of your own career and how you’ve worked tirelessly for the past few years only to come crashing down and burnt out. The love you have for aviation feels misplaced, like you’re taking a break from all you know.

“I understand what you mean,” you admit. “I love my career and everything it’s given me, but I lost my passion for flying commercially because it felt like I was moving without thinking. Everyone was relying on me and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t enjoy it the way I used to.”

“I always liked that about you. You were always so sure of yourself. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you doubt anything you put your mind to.”

“That’s awfully kind of you to say, considering I cried in the bathroom when I got a C+ on my literature paper back in the eleventh grade.” The two of you laugh and, for the first time in a while, you begin to feel yourself opening up. “I kept myself back then for the most part. I never felt like I had any real friends because most people were so concerned with who was dating who and who was wearing what. Even the people I surrounded myself with were kind of the same. Everybody cared too much about what everyone else was doing.”

“I liked that you had such an open mind. Being in classes with you made it bearable because you weren’t afraid of saying your opinion or challenging others in discussions. I wished I could’ve been as bold as you were.”

“Well, ‘bold’ is certainly a choice. I think teenage me thought I was better than everybody else.”

“You kind of were.”

“Now you’re just being nice.”

“I always thought you were considerate of other people. I never saw you making fun of anybody or doing anything to make people feel uncomfortable. You never cared about others the way everyone else did. You seemed so blasé and nonchalant about everything like you knew you were going to escape our town. I admired that about you.”

“I wonder what life would’ve been like if I just gave in to peer pressure. Maybe I’d have more friends and better memories.”

“I think you did it right even if it felt lonely. Sometimes I wondered if people wanted to be my friend because they liked me or because I was training to become an Olympian. A few people stopped talking to me when I retired but because I was still doing a few tournaments until the year ended, some people stuck around.”

“Teenagers are really mean, aren’t they?”

Sunghoon nods. “The meanest.”

“You were the talk of the town and everyone’s pride and joy. Having that much expectation put on your back probably wasn’t as great as you made it out to be.”

“No, not really. I think people only cared about my potential and not who I was. I was in and out of that ice rink like a cog in the machine. It felt like I would collapse on most days.”

“You played the part really well, if that counts for anything. I always thought you were so resilient and I wished I could’ve been like you.”

Sunghoon stares at you with a dumpling in between his chopsticks. “Really?”

“Yeah. You always talked about training and competing like it was something easy but I can’t imagine the toll it had on you as a kid having to wake up early to practice, go to school, only to go back to the rink. My mom always kept the news on in the morning and the reporters who followed you around would sing nothing but praises.”

“They liked to exaggerate that too much,” he tells you. “Everyone loves a hometown hero.”

“Still, I admired that you always put your best foot forward. I think that’s why I kept my head down and focused on my aviation career.”

“It must’ve been hard.” Sunghoon nods towards you like he’s trying to understand you. “You were always the smartest person in our year but still, I can’t imagine how hard you had to work to become a pilot.”

“It was really difficult but incredibly rewarding. I got to travel the world and explore cities I never knew existed. But being so young and achieving so much in a short period of time made me feel like I’d crash and burn at any second.”

“I can relate to that,” he says. “That’s why I quit skating. It felt like a job instead of my passion.

I let go of my dream to become an Olympian when I knew I’d lost my love for skating the way I used to.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t be. I still skate, just not in the capacity I once did.”

“Sumi told me you volunteer to teach kids how to skate on the weekends. I think that’s pretty amazing of you.”

It’s Sunghoon’s turn to blush. “It’s nothing. I missed skating after all these years of being off the ice.”

“Well, it seems to me like you got your passion back.”

“What about you?” he asks. “Do you like the place you work at now?”

“Quitting my job at my airline and starting to fly for a private company has been a weird change of pace. I get paid more to do half the work I did when I was flying commercially and I can’t help but wonder if I traded my love for flying for something easier because I couldn’t handle the pressure.”

“In my experience, everything happens for a reason and the path you choose can lead you anywhere. Even if it’s back to where you started.”

A soft smile adorns your lips. “You always did have a way with words.”

He snorts. “It must be all my years being media trained. My mom had to hire somebody to discipline me in front of a camera.”

“I wouldn’t have guessed.”

Time flies before your very eyes and you start to wonder how the two of you never crossed paths before. Sunghoon is funny, filled with anecdotes of his travels and the friends he made in university that have you doubling over in laughter. It feels good to let go like this. The two of you are merely two individuals getting to know one another without wondering if people are around the corner, waiting to spread gossip.

Talking to him makes you feel less alone. Sunghoon shares his struggles from balancing his skating career and trying to live his life like a normal teenage boy would. He tells you about his family and what they’ve been up to. Likewise, you tell him about your family and every milestone you’ve accomplished since he last saw you.

Maybe you’re looking too deeply into it, but you swear you see Sunghoon’s gaze flicker to your lips when you speak. He only eyes you momentarily before pushing his eyes back to connect with yours, but it makes your heart race every time he does it.

The silver necklace peeking from his shirt catches your eye the more you look at him. Sunghoon grew into all of his features and left you breathless. His lips are perfectly plump with a beautiful cupid’s bow and his skin is as clear as you remember it. His face is clean shaven and the intoxicating scent of his cologne has your head spinning in your seat. Sunghoon’s got a sharp jawline and killer eyes that make you feel intimidated and comforted at the same time. His muscles strain against the shirt he’s wearing and you will yourself to look at his face to prevent yourself from imagining what he might look like underneath.

The employee behind the order desk tells you the restaurant will be closing soon and you're shocked that the two of you have spent nearly two hours talking about everything and nothing. Conversation flows easily with Sunhoon and you learn things about him you never thought you would ever know, like how he isn’t the biggest fan of spicy food and how he considered moving to Japan for a year or two after university before finding his calling in Seoul.

He makes you feel seen. Sunghoon listens to your every word like he’s hanging on by a thread. Sunghoon asks follow up questions and brings up small details you barely remember saying like he’s trying to let you know he wants to know everything you’ve been up to since he last saw you. His eyes never stray from yours and this feeling you get in the pit of your stomach makes you think that being open to the possibility of dating doesn’t seem so scary anymore.

Sunghoon offers to drive you home and only lets you push against his word once before he insists. He reasons that it’s late at night and paying for an Uber would defeat the purpose since he’s offering a free ride back to your apartment. You oblige and walk a couple of blocks back to the valet, where Sunghoon tips the driver before opening the passenger door for you. It’s a small gesture but the lack of companionship and niceties makes this seem like a grand gesture.

You put your address into his GPS and enjoy the soft jazz he’s got playing in the background. It feels like the perfect end to a perfect evening, but you find yourself dismayed that it’s coming to a close so soon.

“Y/N?” Sunghoon asks in the midst of the quiet night, pulling you out of your daydreams. You whip your head to look at him.

“Hm?”

“I had a lot of fun tonight. I was apprehensive about blind dates at first because you never know what could happen. But of all the people I could’ve been with, I’m glad it was you.”

His words make your heartbeat stutter.

“I’m glad it was you too,” you tell him in barely above a whisper. “Sumi says I get uptight about dating sometimes. She says I need to let loose and lower my expectations if I want to be as carefree as other people.”

“What do you mean by that?”

The list of failed dates and having to use your own devices after one night stands leave you sighing in his passenger seat. “I guess I expect too much from other people? I don’t know. Every guy I’ve ever been with in the past hasn’t made me feel happy, if I’m being honest. In every sense of the word.”

Sunghoon chokes on his spit and he prays that you don’t notice. “Men don’t meet your standards, do they?”

“Yes. No? I don’t know. Maybe my standards are too high and I’ve just been putting too many expectations on people.”

“No,” he says quickly. “I don’t think your standards are too much for anyone. These people are too stupid to see what’s right in front of them.” Your breath catches in your throat.

Neither of you say anything else, especially when he parks in front of your building and insists on walking you to your door. The night is warm enough that he leaves his suit jacket in the car. Sunghoon follows you up the steps when you turn around.

“I…I had a really good time, Sunghoon,” you tell him honestly.

“Me too.” He balances himself on both legs, subtly rocking himself from side to side like he’s trying to abide time. Sunghoon doesn’t want to say goodnight. He wants to take you on a drive and prolong the date for as long as he can but he doesn’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. Right now, Sunghoon is completely putty in your hands and he doesn’t think you know that. “I’m really, really happy we got to meet again.”

You don’t want to say part ways. Not when Sunghoon’s looking at you like you personally hung every star in the constellation visible above you.

“Do you want to come in?”

He breaks a smile. “I would love to.”

Sunghoon politely slips into your apartment behind you and takes his shoes off. He looks around and sees remnants of you all over it, from the wall decor to the photos of you and your friends. It feels surreal to him that he could ever exist in a space beside you when all he’s done is daydream about the kinds of things you like. His teenage self is jumping for joy.

“Your apartment is so…you,” Sunghoon says, fingertips brushing along the back of your couch.

“I hope that’s a good thing?”

“It’s the best, actually.” Sunghoon chuckles. “The color scheme is very, very you.”

“Well, thank you for saying that.” You hand him a glass of water. “I would offer something else but I’ve yet to settle into my new life where I actually get to spend time in my own apartment.”

Sunghoon takes the drink from you and taps it against your own. “I’m sure this will be the best glass of water I’ve ever tasted.”

The silence is thick. Sunghoon thinks you look too delectable in that dress of yours and despite the water flowing down his throat, it feels dry. Your makeup has smudged only slightly, but the worn in look makes you look so independent and confident like he remembers you to be. His heart swells and he can’t help but drink you in with his eyes.

“You’re incredible,” he says amidst the silence. “I always knew you’d go places. I had a feeling you were meant for so much more than small town gossip and superlatives that didn’t matter after we graduated. I’m happy to know that I was right.”

“I find it kind of hard to believe you had so much faith in someone you barely knew.” Sunghoon sets his glass on your counter and takes a step closer towards you.

“You were so easy to find, Y/N. You were unlike anybody I’d ever met and sixteen-year-old me was just learning how to run for the first time. At the risk of sounding like a creep, it felt like you were always there with me. You never made me feel like I could be an Olympian. Looking at you made me feel like I could be anyone I wanted to be.”

“Sunghoon…that’s really nice of you to say.”

“I always wanted to be like you. Strong. You knew where you were going and didn’t feel the need to tell everyone about it. I wanted to be as determined as you were. I just wish I had the courage to talk to you.”

His words leave you speechless. You’d spend a while pining after Sunghoon in your youth until ultimately deciding that it wasn’t worth it because of who he was and how many people admired him too. His words catapult an array of emotions from your chest and you find your heart beating with every second that passes by. He’s looking at you like you’re the only person worth seeing.

“I know what people thought of me and I know it seemed like I was unapproachable. But God, I wish I would’ve been brave enough to talk to you. You never made me feel like I was too much. Seeing you work so hard to leave our town made me that much more determined to do the same. I think that’s when I knew I lov—”

Sunghoon’s near-confession hangs in the air. Your eyes widen in shock with his at the same time. He can’t believe he’s nearly revealed a secret he’s been keeping for the past decade and you can’t believe someone you used to have a massive crush on could’ve returned your feelings had you said something.

It all feels overwhelming. But it’s the good kind. You feel like the world is within your grasp and that you could have everything you could ever want if you gained enough courage to go after it. Emboldened, you take a step forward until you’re nearly touching his chest with yours.

“Did you mean what you said? Did you love me?”

His lips part like he’s trying to figure out what to say. Your breath stills in anticipation. You aren’t sure if you’re ready to hear a rejection but you brace yourself anyway, leaving your hands by your side to give Sunghoon the option to leave.

But he doesn’t.

“Yes.”

The confession hangs from his lips and your apartment is quiet. That single syllable is enough to make the tides within you crash like violent waves against a shallow shore. This feeling excites you and makes you nervous at the same time. But you’re starting to like the feeling of pushing ahead and being reckless with your actions.

For so long, you’ve felt defined by what people expect of you. You’ve been running nonstop ever since the opportunity to leave your hometown was presented to you and it feels like you’re always on the edge of a cliff. This time, you will yourself to take the leap and jump off the deep end because you have a feeling Sunghoon will be at the bottom to catch you.

“Kiss me.”

Sunghoon breaks his demeanor and surges forward to capture your lips on his own. His hands cradle your jaw like you’re something precious he doesn't want to break. His lips are so plush against your own and they’re warm to the touch. Sunghoon tilts his head until he’s slotted perfectly against you and, somehow, you feel like tonight was always meant to end up like this.

You pull away first. Sunghoon keeps his hands on your jaw and pushes his forehead against yours until you feel his eyelashes against your skin. Being here with him feels right. It feels like the best, reckless step you take before you reach your truest, happiest potential.

“I can’t lose you again,” Sunghoon whispers. “I can’t just let you go.”

“Then don’t. Stay with me.”

He doesn’t respond verbally, instead moving his hands to grip your waist and push his lips back onto yours. Sunghoon kisses with fervor like he’s trying to taste you all at once. His movements are slow and meticulous, the sound of lips smacking making his head go dizzy like he can’t believe he gets to kiss you the way he’s always wanted to.

Sunghoon doesn’t want to move too fast, fearing that you’ll push him away. He allows you to set the tone, moving in tandem with your movements until your hands are clawing at his shoulders like you want to become part of him. Only then does he move his mouth faster against yours. The room is filled with short breaths and excited moans coming from the both of you until he’s got you pinned between his body and the counter behind you.

He drags his lips down your neck and this sensation alone feels better than all of the men you’ve been with previously. You hike your leg on his hip to grind yourself against his lap and Sunghoon holds you in place to support your balance. His tongue is wet against your skin and his warm breath feels so delicious mixed with the cool air. Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Sunghoon and him alone was the key to setting you ablaze.

“You deserve the best,” he mutters against your skin. “I can feel that you’re wound up.”

“Make it better,” you whine, holding his body for support. “I need you to make it better.”

“Yeah? Need me to fix it for you?”

“Please fix it for me.”

Sunghoon nips at your skin. “Poor baby. Your muscles are so tight. Let me make you feel better.”

“Anything,” you breathe out.

Sunghoon pulls himself from you and you waste no time, leading him to your bedroom in anticipation. You’ve decided that there’s no inhibition to throw out the window because inviting Sunghoon into your most sacred space feels like the right choice to make. Your heart pounds within you and the heat between your legs becomes too much to handle.

When you’ve reached your bedroom, Sunghoon takes hold of your hand and pushes you around until your back is flush against his chest. The sudden movement makes you gasp and he shuts his eyes and imagines the sounds you’ll make when his hand is on your pussy,

“Let me take your stress away,” he says just below your ear, kissing the soft skin that leaves you shivering under your touch. “When’s the last time you let go, hm? Always so independent and strong. Give into me, Y/N. Let yourself go.”

Sunghoon hands stay gently on your waist as your head hands back against him. He peppers gentle kisses to your neck like he’s coaxing you to release the tension in your body. But it’s not like he’s forcing you. No, your entire body is slowly becoming dependent on his hands and you’re starting to wonder if letting Sunghoon have you the way he wants would be such a bad thing.

His lips on your skin feel like this was fated. Past hookups never made you feel like you could shatter at any given moment. Your incessant need to be recognized as a strong-willed, capable woman bleeds into every aspect of your life that it makes relinquishing control that much more difficult. But right now, you’re putty in Sunghoon’s hands and his grip makes you feel like he’d never let you go.

When he feels you nod against him, his lips curl into a pleased smile. He squeezes your hips and moves his hand down your leg until he’s caught the slit in your dress. Sunghoon allows his fingertips to roam against your smooth skin, appreciating the warmth you provide.

“You deserve to let go.” He brings his right hand to the inside of your thigh and caresses the soft skin, gently coaxing you to open up for him. Sunghoon hooks his chin on your shoulder to see and watches as he inches forward until he’s touching your pussy above your lace panties. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“So good,” you whisper, eyes closed shut and mouth parted just slightly ajar. Sunghoon smiles at you and kisses your shoulder blade. His free arm is loosely wrapped around your middle while his fingers dance along your covered slit.

“Relinquishing control begins with your body. You can’t let yourself go until your body is relaxed.” Sunghoon keeps his pace and pressure, allowing you to completely melt into him. You can’t help but let your body rest against his chest. “There you go. Atta girl. See how much better you feel when you let yourself go?”

He presses his fingers into you with more pressure, eliciting a small gasp from your lips. The sound edges Sunghoon on, who grips your side with the hand wrapped around you. His slow ministrations feel like magic with the way your body grows heavier by the minute. Time seems to be at a standstill. You can’t hear anything other than your own heartbeat and the small, quiet breaths coming from the man behind you.

It feels as though Sunghoon is undoing years worth of stress with his fingers. You’re almost embarrassed by how wet you’ve become if not for Sunghoon encouraging it by allowing his palm to rub you back and forth. The thrill jumps up your spine and a gush of arousal splashes onto him.

“So good for me,” he whispers in disbelief, watching the way your hips move with his hand. The stickiness on his skin is welcomed and he pushes his hand farther down to cup your pussy. His lips return to your neck and you can’t remember a time where you’ve become so relaxed so quickly.

His face is so close to yours. He’s close to you in a way that only crossed your mind a handful of times but nothing compares to the touch he gives you, so reassuring and bold. The other men you’ve been with have rushed hastily, barely giving you any time to enjoy yourself before the ordeal is over. But not Sunghoon. He’s on a mission to make you feel as desired as possible.

The silence surrounding him is almost too quiet if not for your short gasps. Sunghoon positions himself so that your mouth is right by his ear and the little moans you emit make his cock jump in his trousers. He pushes your panties aside and allows your slick to coat his fingers, swishing them back and forth until his hand becomes drenched in you.

You don’t know what to do with your own hands, his own giving you enough pleasure to cloud your inhibitions. You settle with putting your arms on top of his, feeling his taut muscles through his shirt. Sunghoon feels toned to the touch and you wonder just how sculpted he must be.

“Sit on the bed with me, yeah?” Sunghoon mumbles against your neck.

When you nod, he pulls back until he’s far enough to give you enough room to sit with your dress hiked up to your waist. You move to spread your legs as far as they’ll go until you’re knocking into his thighs. His grip on your body makes you feel like you can let all of your inhibitions go. Sunghoon makes you feel like if you relinquish all of your control, he’ll be there to catch you if you fall.

He moves his hands to dip his fingertips below the waistband of your panties, briefly admiring the lacy fabric against his knuckles the deeper he goes. You’ve become so wet that his fingers automatically slip between your folds and the low moan he emits against your skin causes you to clench against him.

Your muscles tremble and your hips refuse to sit still. You chase his hand until Sunghoon dips a single finger inside of you, your warm walls enveloping him like he was always meant to be inside of you like this.

“Be a good girl and let me make you happy,” Sunghoon says.

His fingers work expertly, adding another one and pumping into you at a pace that makes your legs feel like putty. Combined with the soft kisses he’s leaving on your neck, Sunghoon’s fingers make you feel like nothing bad could ever happen when you’re with him.

You nod at his words and he pushes himself into you deeper until the sound of your arousal splashes against his hand and soaks the material of your underwear. Sunghoon admires the large patch from where he sits and your eyes feel like they’re sewn shut.

“See what happens when you relax?” Sunghoon pumps his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace and your pussy clenches around him. More arousal gushes out of you, making it easier for Sunghoon to deliver that jolt of pleasure you’ve been craving so desperately. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this?”

“Too long,” you nearly stutter. The confession makes you blush, folding against Sunghoon’s chest in near embarrassment.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Nobody’s prepped you right. No wonder you’re so tense. Even your pussy is so tight.”

Sunghoon’s words encourage your first orgasm and when he feels your hips buck against his palm, he speeds up and helps you approach your high. You grip his arms when he curls his fingers inside you, discovering what makes you tick and what will make you come the fastest. He thrusts his hand against you and the heel of his palm rubs against your sensitive nub until you’re letting out a loud moan that you’ve been desperately trying to keep at bay.

“Atta girl. Your moans are so sexy. Keep moaning for me.”

He doesn’t relent either. You’re still working through your high and you allow yourself to completely melt against him. Your string of whimpers begins to subdue as your high wears off and you’re cognizant of his erection pressing against your lower back.

When your body leans flush against Sunghoon, he pulls his hands from your panties and maneuvers your back onto the bed with his lips attached to yours. The kiss is somewhere between passionate and desperate. Both hands support his body on either side of your head as your limp arms try to hold onto his neck.

He pushes himself further into you until your breasts are pushed against his chest. Sunghoon pinches your hip and slips his tongue into your mouth when you gasp, drinking in your moans with every second that ticks by. You wrap your legs around his body and pull him into you as tightly as you can as if you're trying to become part of him. His tongue feels warm to the touch and you can’t think of a time where a man has made you feel as desired as right now.

Sunghoon dips his head to the side and you open your eyes for a brief moment, staring at your ceiling. It feels surreal to have someone as considerate and handsome as Sunghoon on top of you, adorning your neck with wet kisses. He drags his mouth from one side of your jaw to the other until he’s kissing your chest. His breaths are warm against your wet skin and your fingers thread themselves through his hair, fingers brushing his scalp in a way that pulls a deep moan from him.

His body travels down your own, hands massaging your breasts and pushing your dress up as his lips worship your skin. Sunghoon pulls off your underwear and sinks to his knees before you. He looks at you like he’s bewitched, as if you’ve cast a spell on him to make him yearn to know what you must taste like.

“Your pussy’s so pretty,” he says slowly, bringing his thumb to rub your wet clit. “I could eat it all day if you’d let me.”

Sunghoon dives in head first and sticks his tongue out to lick you from bottom to top. His sharp jawline clenches every time he sticks his tongue out to taste you. The sensation is overwhelming in the best way possible and his mouth has your back arching off of your bed. He expertly licks you all over and provides the right amount of pressure that has you clenching against his tongue.

“Don’t think,” he says against you, like it’s a command. “Let yourself feel me. I’m right here.”

As if to emphasize his words, Sunghoon finds your hands and interlocks your fingers all while his eyes are closed, enjoying the way you taste. He takes his time, moving his tongue in slow, languid movements. Foreplay is the golden ticket you’ve been missing, with men in your past treating it like something they wanted to get out of the way. But not for Sunghoon. He draws it out like he can’t get enough of you, pushing his tongue against you with more pressure and taking it away at his leisure.

You don’t want to think about how many girls have been in this position with him. The mere thought that anyone else might’ve experienced this Sunghoon makes your stomach drop and it makes you cling onto the euphoria he’s giving you. Sunghoon squeezes your hands when he feels your legs closing between his legs and you do your best to relax the lower half of your body, occasionally bucking your hips against his face.

He periodically fucks your pussy with his tongue, thrusting it in and out when he changes his movements. Your wetness pools around the corners of his mouth and he does his best to lick it all up. The room is hot and your wanton moans fill the space like an erotic soundtrack.

Sunghoon must know you’re close to your second orgasm of the night when he pushes his face farther into you and lets his mouth become a tool for you. His nose bumps your clit and his tongue works relentlessly, pressing against your walls like he’s trying to taste every single part of you. Your hips rise and fall as you grind against him, gradually picking up speed as Sunghoon eats away at your sanity.

You pull your hands away from his when you’re nearly there. You push your hands through his hair and tug on the soft, silky strands and place your feet on his shoulders. Your toes curl in excitement with every second that passes by and Sunghoon moans straight into your pussy when you pull on his hair

“Fuck, I’m cumming!”

That sensation alone sends you into another frenzy. Sunghoon attempts to catch every drop and doesn’t pull himself from between your legs. He pries them open when the pressure begins to fade, situating himself and pushing his body so he can lick you clean from where he’s kneeling.

Even when your breathing has started to become steady, Sunghoon continues his ministrations. He peppers kisses to the inside of your thighs and onto your pussy as if to soothe you from moments prior. It feels warm. His lips provide the kind of comfort you could only fantasize about when bringing a boy into your bed. Sunghoon’s fingers are gentle, too, massaging your skin until your body is completely parallel to the bed.

“You’re beyond perfect,” Sunghoon whispers in between kisses. “You taste so sweet.”

“I wanna see you.”

Sunghoon obliges and rises from his spot, hovering over you with a single arm beside you to keep his balance. He looks down at you as if you mean something more to him than just a chance at a blind date. A warm feeling buzzes throughout your body and you pull Sunghoon down by his neck to lock him into a kiss.

You kiss him slowly and intensely but just as passionately as before. You pour all of your feelings into him with your near-desperate plea to have him close to you. Kissing Sunghoon feels like the kind of freedom you’ve been craving so long and having somebody allow you to let yourself merely feel is something you never knew you wanted prior to tonight. Your hand rakes against his abdomen and he moans into your mouth. He feels sculpted underneath the fabric and to refrain from feeling overwhelmed by his unwavering beauty.

“Wanna feel you,” you tell him against his lips. “I want you to feel good too.”

“You’re already making me feel good.” You shake your head and push your hand down until you’re cupping his rock hard erection through his trousers. He’s big, bigger than you anticipated, and you feel your pussy becoming wetter despite two previous orgasms.

“I want your cock inside of me, Hoon.”

The nickname you call him, no matter how often he hears it, feels different when you say it. You make his name sound like honey, like something he craves. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t give you what you want. Sunghoon leans down to kiss you again.

“You’ll get whatever you want from me.”

Sunghoon beckons you to push yourself up on your bed until you’re brawling up the bed and lying against the pillows. You take the liberty to pull off the rest of your dress and watch as he slowly begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abdomen. The silver necklace that was once hidden by his shirt now decorates his body and it has your mouth watering at the right or the reflective metal against his Adonis-like body.

He walks on his knees closer to you when your arm reaches out to touch him. He flexes underneath your fingertips and allows you to explore every ridge and dip he has to offer. Sunghoon watches the way your eyes become glossy and as you wet your lips with your tongue. He feels like he’s being eaten alive and he wants it to stay that way.

He unbuckles his belt and pushes it down, along with his boxers, until his cock springs free. Your eyes divert from his chest to where his cock sits above his pants and watch as his hand pumps his length languidly. Your eyes bulge out of your sockets and Sunghoon does his best to keep a straight face.

“You gonna let me in?” he asks, pushing his pants down further. You nod enthusiastically and lay back onto the pillows beneath you as he kicks off the rest of his clothes and throws them haphazardly beside him.

He situates himself between your legs and allows the tip of his cock rest against your clit. The sensation is too good for you to even fathom and you wonder what his cock will feel like once it’s fully sheathed inside of you.

Sunghoon is impressive in size and girth. Your wetness and his arousal provides the perfect, slippery texture for him to slide himself between your folds. He pulls back until his tip begins to breach your hole and he pushes himself into you inch by inch until he’s slowly sinking into you.

The two of you allow yourselves to bask in each other’s company. The initial moans coming from both of you harmonize in pure euphoric sensation. Your walls feel like expensive silk he’d search high and low for. His pace is slow, setting the tone against the moonlit backdrop of your bedroom. Your nerves have since disappeared and the view of his perfect body makes you feel like Aphrodite yourself.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Your pussy is incredible.”

He angles himself perfectly on top of you until his cock impaled the deepest parts within you. His expert strokes make your eyes flutter until you struggle to see him through your lashes, but that doesn’t stop you from trying. Seeing him with his chest in the air and the necklace hitting his skin makes you clench around him.

“Feels so…good,” you moan out. Words are becoming harder to come by the more passionately he fucks you, his cock reaching parts no man has ever felt before.

“So sweet and ready for me.”

“Sunghoon…” you trail off, “more…Please give me more.”

He obliges, pulling one of your legs to his shoulder as he pushes himself deeper into you. He stills for a moment, letting a wad of spit from his mouth onto the place where the two of you meet before thrusting again. Your voice cracks as you cry out and it’s the single hottest sound Sunghoon has ever heard. His hips move like a dancer, so graceful and precise in his movements. His hot skin makes your own feel like you’ve been set on fire and the only way to quell this temperature is to come.

He smacks his pelvis against yours and the weight of his balls against your ass is too delicious for you to comprehend. You’re in the purest state of euphoria, mouth hanging open as your hand finds his. Sunghoon laces his fingers between yours and continues to push and push against you until the tip of his cock is nudging where you need him the most.

“Oh god,” you choke, squeezing his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, looking down at where the two of you connect.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum again.”

“Let go for me,” he says, encouraging you with a kiss to your ankle. “Show me just how beautiful you are.”

Overwhelmed with the sensation of his lips on you and his cock drilling into your pussy, you focus on the way Sunghoon looks at you with pure ecstasy. A line of sweat forms on his brows and his shoulders flex every single time he thrusts into you. Your eyes avert to the long mirror you have tucked away beside your closet and you nearly choke on your spit when you see the way his back muscles ripple every time he pushes himself against your body. His broad shoulders cover your entire being and you arch your back at the sight of his beautiful body on top of yours.

The necklace he wears dangles right on top of you and the sight of his pleasured expressions paired with the metal on your skin is something out of a wet dream. It taps against your skin in sync with his thrusts. Sunghoon’s looks like the epitome of sexy from where you lay and you can’t help but come when you realize just how hot he looks when he fucks.

“I’m so fucked,” he whispers to himself amidst your orgasm. Sunghoon’s gentle coos coax a final one out of you and he watches as his cock becomes painted in a thick layer of white.

You pull him by his neck until he’s buried in the crook of yours. Your legs wrap around his body while you’re lost in pleasure and you squeeze your pussy around Sunghoon to encourage him to come with you.

His hips keep moving, albeit in a sloppier manner. Sunghoon impales you from this angle and his hot breath graces your neck every time he drags his cock in and out of you. He feels bigger like this, hitting so deep within you that you’re almost positive you can see constellations on your ceiling.

Sunghoon finally comes inside of you but he doesn’t stop thrusting until he’s given you all he has to offer. His movements begin to slow down as your shared pleaser brings to ebb. The weight of his chest against yours brings you to the forefront of your reality.

Sunghoon peppers numerous kisses onto your face. He kisses your chin and jawline, both of your cheeks, your nose, your temples and eyelids, and all over your forehead before kissing you on the lips. He keeps a slow pace, allowing you to kiss him until you’re ready to pull away. But you don’t want to, enjoying the sound of your mouths moving against one another in the quiet of the night. Instead, Sunghoon pushes your hair from your face until your eyes are visible to him.

“Good girl,” he whispers against your lips. “Do you feel more relaxed?”

“I feel like I could sleep for a thousand years.”

“I meant what I said before.” Sunghoon looks at you with deep, meaningful eyes. He looks at your drooping lashes and kisses your forehead again. “I can’t let you go now that I’ve found you.”

“Then don’t,” you tell him. You throw all of your inhibitions out of the window. Whether it be because of three mind blowing orgasms or how tonight reminded you that life is too short to control yourself all the time, you aren’t sure. You don’t care to figure it out either. “I meant it when I asked you to stay with me.”

“I can make a mean breakfast,” he says as he slips out of you. “Or I can take you out. I don’t mind. Whatever you want.”

You don’t have to think twice about it.

“I don’t mind either way. I just want you.”

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