The bedroom was a battlefield of desire, dimly lit by a single flickering lamp on the nightstand. Clothes lay strewn across the floor like casualties of war, a testament to the chaos of their shared apartment. The faint, intoxicating scent of lavender lube hung in the air, a lingering reminder of nights long past. Two weeks—two agonizing, torturous weeks—had crawled by without so much as a touch between Jihun and Sunen. Work, stress, and sheer exhaustion had built an invisible wall between them, but tonight, that wall was about to crumble.
Jihun was sprawled on the bed, his lean frame barely covered by a threadbare tank top and a pair of briefs that had seen better days. His dark hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead with a sheen of sweat, and his eyes burned with a hunger that matched the fire in Sunen’s gaze. She stood at the foot of the bed, towering over him in nothing but a loose black tee and boxer shorts, her broad shoulders and sharp jawline cutting an imposing silhouette in the low light. Her short-cropped hair was mussed from running her hands through it, and the faintest hint of stubble shadowed her chin—a detail Jihun had both cursed and craved in equal measure.
“Two weeks, Jihun,” Sunen drawled, her voice low and gravelly, dripping with mock pity as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Two whole weeks of you moping around like a kicked puppy. You gonna keep whining, or are you gonna let me fix that for you?”
Jihun propped himself up on his elbows, shooting her a glare that was more playful than pissed. “Oh, please, Sunen. Like you haven’t been just as pathetic. I caught you staring at my ass in the kitchen yesterday like it was a goddamn steak.”
She smirked, stepping closer until her knees pressed against the edge of the mattress. “Can you blame me? That ass is a national treasure. I’ve been starving, baby boy.” Her tone was teasing, but there was a predatory edge to it, a promise of what was to come.
Before Jihun could fire back with another quip, Sunen pounced. She crawled onto the bed with the grace of a panther, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head with one strong hand. Her weight pressed him into the mattress, and he let out a soft, involuntary whine as her lips crashed against his neck. She wasn’t gentle—her kisses were hungry, almost feral, teeth grazing his skin as she sucked hard enough to leave marks.
“Fuck, Sunen,” Jihun gasped, squirming beneath her. “You trying to eat me alive or what?”
She chuckled against his throat, the vibration sending shivers down his spine. “If I am, you’re loving every second of it. Look at you, already a mess and I’ve barely started.” Her free hand slid under his tank top, fingers brushing over his ribs as her mouth trailed lower, leaving a path of heat in its wake.
When her lips found his chest, Jihun arched into her touch, a sharp hiss escaping him as she nipped at one sensitive nipple. The scrape of her stubble against his skin was both maddening and electric, a rough contrast to the wet heat of her tongue. “Jesus, woman, your face feels like sandpaper,” he grumbled, though his voice was thick with need. “You couldn’t shave before jumping me?”
Sunen lifted her head just enough to flash him a wicked grin, her dark eyes glinting with mischief. “Oh, come on now. You love the burn. Don’t pretend you’re not soaking through those little briefs of yours because of it.” She dragged her chin deliberately across his chest, the coarse texture making him squirm harder, a mix of irritation and pleasure twisting his features.
“Asshole,” he muttered, but there was no real venom in it. His hands, now free from her grip, tangled in her hair, tugging just hard enough to make her growl. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Damn right I am,” she shot back, her voice a low purr as she kissed her way down his stomach, her stubble leaving faint red trails on his pale skin. “Watching you fall apart is my favorite fucking hobby.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his briefs, and she didn’t bother with finesse—she yanked them down in one swift motion, tossing them somewhere into the chaos of the room. The cool air hit his overheated skin, and he bit his lip to stifle a moan, already embarrassingly hard and glistening with precum.
Sunen’s smirk widened as she settled between his thighs, her broad hands spreading him open with a confidence that made his breath hitch. “Look at this mess,” she teased, her tone dripping with smug satisfaction. “Two weeks without me, and you’re already dripping like a faucet. Pathetic.”
“Shut up,” Jihun snapped, though his voice wavered as her breath ghosted over his most sensitive spot. “You’re not exactly composed yourself, you know. Bet you’re just as desperate under those boxers.”
“Oh, I’m desperate, alright,” she admitted, her eyes locking with his as she lowered her head, her stubbly chin brushing against the inside of his thigh. The sensation was maddening, a sharp sting that melted into pleasure as her tongue flicked out, teasing him with agonizing precision. “But I’m not the one who’s about to lose it in under a minute.”
“Fuck you,” he gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as she buried her face between his thighs, her mouth hot and relentless. The scrape of her stubble was almost too much, a rough counterpoint to the slick heat of her tongue, and Jihun’s hands fisted in the sheets, his body trembling with the effort to hold on. “Your damn face is gonna leave me raw, Sunen.”
She pulled back just enough to shoot him a cocky grin, her lips glistening as she licked them deliberately. “Good. I want you to feel me for days, baby boy. Every time you sit down, you’re gonna remember who did this to you.” Without waiting for a response, she dove back in, her tongue working him with a skill that made his vision blur.
“Fuck—Sunen, I’m—” His words dissolved into a broken moan as the tension snapped, his body arching off the bed as he came undone under her touch. The release hit him like a tidal wave, his thighs shaking as he squirted, the evidence of his pleasure soaking the sheets beneath him. Sunen didn’t let up for a second, drawing out every shudder and gasp until he was a whimpering mess, oversensitive and pleading for mercy.
Finally, she pulled back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she sat up, her gaze smug and triumphant. “Told you,” she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Under a minute. You’re too easy, Jihun.”
He glared at her through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Yeah, well… fuck you. Give me five minutes, and I’ll wipe that smirk off your face.”
Sunen laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a fresh wave of heat through him despite his exhaustion. She leaned down, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to his sweaty forehead, though her eyes still burned with unspoken promises. “Oh, sweetheart, we’ve got all night. I’m just getting started.”
And as she hovered over him, her presence as commanding as ever, Jihun knew he was in for a wild ride—one he wouldn’t forget anytime soon.
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