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Midnight Kisses || j.wy || (m.) || Part Three

Part Three ⇢ moth to a flame

🍓 pairing ⇢ best friend! Wooyoung x single parent! (fem) reader x new flame! San

↳ you share your space with wooyoung while Nabi starts her first day of preschool. After a heart racing encounter with him, you’re left thinking about not so pure thoughts, and you act on them.

🍓genre ⇢ single parent au, bakery au, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, slight angst

🍓 chapter warnings ⇢ 18+ themes, MINORS DNI. oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓series warnings/tags ⇢this story is 18+, minors dni, talk of death (I’m sorry seonghwa ) relationship trauma, parenting, unrequited love but not at the same time, pining, single parent, loss, learning to love again, wooyoung is a total sass queen, wooyoung as a babysitter/wannabe father, San is a gentleman, oral sex (female recieving), fingering, sex toys, wooyoung watches y/n play with herself, kissing, hair pulling

🍓word count ⇢ 5.9k

🍓total series word count ⇢ 17.6k

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Midnight kisses masterlist

When Nabi was born, you couldn't even stomach food.

Wooyoung sat by your bed some nights, bags under his eyes and his hand clutching yours. He would feed you, make you meals, and clean up after you and the baby. No words had to be said—he just took care of you.

One night, Nabi being about a month old, Wooyoung passed out on the couch, drool dried on both his cheek and his shirt. The drool on his shirt wasn't from him, but rather the sleeping baby in his arms.

He was sitting straight up, arms clutching onto Nabi for dear life, and his mouth parted as he breathed. His hair was black back then, his natural color, and rested messily on his head as he had no time to care about it.

You had just finished taking your first bath of the week, your hair wrapped up in a towel and your body finally covered in clean clothes—It reminded you that you had to do laundry.

It was too quiet—Nabi was usually a crier. It was nearly impossible for you to get her to sleep before three in the morning, as she would find a way to wail so loud the whole neighborhood would hear it.

Instead of her cries, she snored into Woo’s shoulder. You smiled for the first time in a while as you looked at them. Your eyes wandered to the framed photo of your lover, your stomach tightening and your hands clenched. There was nothing else you could do. He was gone, Nabi would just have to be fatherless. You had no intention of replacing Seonghwa, because at the time, it was impossible. He was someone no one could replace.

But wooyoung never wanted to replace him.

He just wanted to take care of you. To make sure you know you aren't alone.

You picked Nabi up out of his arms, sending him wide awake and eyes on you.

“Y/n?” he groaned groggily, but sat up straight. His eyes were barely open. “Go rest, I got her. I’ll go put her to bed.”

He reached for her, wiping away the drool off his face as he did. You shook your head, your heart aching that he was here, having to see you a mess everyday, having to pick up after you like you were the baby. “I’m sorry.” you breathed, holding back your tears. “I’m so sorry.”

He frowned.

“Why? What's there to be sorry about?”

“You're not even…you're not even her dad and you take care of her so well,” you sniffed, holding Nabi close to your heart as you felt your walls crumble in front of your best friend. “It’s not fair to you.”

You were expecting him to say something snarky. Or witty. Or sarcastic. Any way to cheer you up. Instead, he stood up from his slumber, standing close to you as you clutched onto your baby. His hands came up to rest on your arms, giving you a firm, tight, squeeze of reassurance.

He didn't say anything. He wiped your tears, his usual energetic self down the drain. He pulled you into his arms, along with the baby, and held you ever so softly.

And as he rubbed circles in your back, he whispered into your ear,

“I’ll always be by your side.”

—

It was as if a bomb went off in your mind.

Ever since Wooyoung walked through the door yesterday, you couldn't stop thinking about how he felt to touch. It was never a thought in your mind to feel something like that with him, and it scared you.

Your emotions were exploding—including…sexual ones. He managed to awaken your frozen sex-drive, out of all people. All he did was press his fingers to your lips and Bam! Instantly turned your brain from mom mode to fuck, you need a good fuck.

What was even more confusing is that you were seeing someone—someone who was super hot and wanted your body and soul enough to wait for you to be ready. So why are you willing to jump Wooyoung’s bones with a single touch? And how come you don't have that same feeling with San?

You were still in bed, fully clothed instead of your usual lack of pants, due to someone’s intense presence. You made wooyoung sleep on the couch, but he ended up falling asleep with Nabi after reading her a story.

So, to your surprise, when you got up to go to the bathroom to wash your face, you screeched when you saw him shirtless. There he was, in all his wooyoung glory, fully naked with only a towel covering his lower half. Water glistened on his chest, his dark hair dripping onto the tile. Your eyes panned across his ribs, seeing his pretty tattoo and smooth abs. You gulped, unable to meet his eyes when you would normally ignore him.

Dear god, y/n. It's not the first time you saw him shirtless.

“Put some clothes on, dammit,” you hissed, unable to see that devious smirk on his face.

He licked his lips, gripping onto his towel for dear life. “Oh? Why, cupcake, are you thinking dirty thoughts?”

You scoffed, turning to the side to turn the water on in the sink, distracting yourself.

“Oh, please. About you? As if.”

His smile faltered for a second, but it was right back in action after a moment. “You secretly find me ravishing, don't you.”

You cringed. “Ugh. ew. Don't talk like a Victorian woman looking for attention. Put your ankles away.”

He came up behind you as you pumped some face cream in your hands. You immediately felt chills roll down your spine, swallowing hard as his arms caged you in from behind, pinning you to the sink. You felt his warmth, and all your mind could think about was that he was completely naked under that thin towel.

Fuck.

“What if I want your attention?” he hummed, his head on the side of your neck, his hot breath hitting your skin. You knew he was probably trying to distract himself from what he did yesterday. He was always like this—afraid of feelings.

Wooyoung used to be notorious with women—and men. He was so popular with them that you used to hear so much about him. Of how good he can fuck, how amazing he is with his mouth, blah blah blah. Since Nabi was born, you haven't noticed his bad habits nearly like you used to, and you feel at fault for taking away his fun.

But now, as you were thinking this, why did you feel…jealous of them?

You started washing your face as he caged you in, bending down slightly and paying for it immediately.

Dear god.

“Fucking hell, wooyoung!” you hissed, pushing him so hard he fell back into the wall. You shivered, and then tried to be quiet as you remembered you have a sleeping child in the room next door. “Why the hell are you bricked up? I didn't need to feel that.”

You still had your face cream on your face, having no inclination to wash it off. You let out an aggressive sigh and grabbed the towel next to him on the wall, meeting his gaze for a moment too long. You couldn't understand his complex expression—his eyes wide and his lips parted. He held his towel close while his hair was messily resting on his head, looking disheveled. You wiped your face off, but the minute you closed your eyes, you had an image of him like you never had before.

You stuttered on what to say next, wondering if you should just leave the bathroom. Wooyoung spoke up again, his voice quiet.

“Its…its the morning. It just happens,” he defended himself, but tried to play it off like the clown he was, as if he didn't just look like a deer in headlights. “Or is it? You're so hot that even your presence turns me on.”

You rolled your eyes, tossing the towel at his face after that comment. “You're so confusing I swear to god.” you walked out of the bathroom then, mainly to prevent yourself from pouncing on him like an animal.

You? Wooyoung? Impossible. You couldn't be having these thoughts with him after all these years, it made no sense.

You made your way into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee, wooyoung still in the bathroom to change, you assumed. You leaned up against the counter, gathering your sanity. His words replayed through your mind over and over again.

“I don't know why it makes me mad to see you with San.”

“Ugh!” you groaned, fisting your hair in aggravation. “So fucking confusing.”

“What is?” Wooyoung was back in your line of vision, thankfully covered head to toe in clothing.

You sighed, turning around to face away from him and to put your attention on the coffee maker.

“Nothing, nothing,” you reached to grab a mug from the cabinet, racking your brain to come up with another topic. “Oh, I’m sending Nabi to pre-school. She starts on monday.”

He let out a noise of confusion as he took a seat at the kitchen island. “Wait, really? That's awesome. I didn't realize she could go so young.”

You placed the mug under the machine as the coffee began to pour out. “I know, I was told age three is a good age, and she is already so far ahead of her normal percentiles.”

Wooyoung smiled wide. “She’s amazing. What a smart little cookie.” he leaned forward. “She’s so much like you.”

Your heart fluttered, taking a peek at him after he said that. He was looking at you—really looking at you, with hearts in his eyes. You forgot about everything as you stared at him, a smile finding your lips and your body relaxing. “She is, isn't she.”

He nodded, his line of vision dropping to your lips for only a moment. He smiled, genuinely, different from his usual grin.

You had the urge to get closer to him.

“You're a great mom, y/n.” he acknowledged, unable to look away from you.

You stared at him, unknowingly looking at him with all the love in the world. He fiddled with his fingers as you gazed into his soul, your eyes softened and his own blinking slowly. You felt it again, that feeling, that you only ever felt with one other person.

You realized then that you were staring, and coughed to break away from your trance.

“Ahem. Do you want coffee?”

—

Monday arrived. Wooyoung was still living with you, given that it was only a few days since he got here. You had to take Nabi to pre-school, but she was having a tantrum in the middle of the living room, her little eyes puffy.

“I don't want to go!” she cried, plopping down onto the carpet. “I don't want it.”

You sighed, looking over at wooyoung who was standing next to you. He was working from home on schoolwork today, a pair of cute glasses on his nose. You pleaded with your eyes, hoping his charm would work on her.

Immediately, woo knelt down to get to her level, giving her a bright smile. “C’mon, butterfly. How bout I come with? I’ll even stay if I have to.”

She calmed down slightly, sniffling as she looked at you through her teary eyes. You had done her black hair in cute little pigtails, reminding you of Seonghwa.

“will mommy be there, too?” she breathed.

Wooyoung nodded. “Yes, me and mommy will be there. We’ll get some ice cream after, too. How about that?”

After a second, Nabi sniffled and nodded, reaching her arms out to him. He grabbed her gently, letting out a sigh. “That's my girl. Let's get a move on.”

You piled into Wooyoung’s car, buckling nabi up in her carseat. Wooyoung watched you from his rearview mirror, smiling lovingly at you without knowing. He caught himself quickly, moving his attention to flicking through the radio stations.

The ride was quiet except the singing of Nabi, both you and wooyoung majorly confused about your feelings.

A few kpop songs later, you arrived at the pre-school, Nabi really taking after your anxious self. She was clutching the seat belt tightly, afraid to unbuckle it—unbuckling means that she has to get out. Of course, she didn't want to leave the comfort of her car seat.

“I know this is new, but it will be okay, Nabi.” you reached to unbuckle the belt while Wooyoung stood next to you, arms crossed over his chest from the chilly autumn air.

Eventually she stopped putting up a fight, but her pout didn't leave—she looked exactly like a mini version of wooyoung, which now seemed ever present on your mind.

She even had his attitude, dammit.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung spoke softly as Nabi jumped out of the car with help, holding her little hand in his while you shut the car door.

Your stomach did a somersault as you heard those two words, and you wanted to slap yourself right then and there for getting excited over a man complimenting your baby. For fucks sake, you need to touch some grass.

You walked into the building, holding nabi’s right hand while wooyoung held her left. You looked over at him then, catching his wide smile. He looked down at her as if she were his own—he’s been her only father figure in this whole rollercoaster of a life. Why haven't you paid more attention to him?

All three of you finally made it to her classroom, a colorful, energetic place with a dozen kids running around already. There was a group of parents talking to the teacher, and you suddenly got even more nervous than your own child.

You swallowed hard, the moment finally hitting you. She was growing up—Seonghwa wasn't here to see it. Your little Nabi no longer needed to be bottle fed, or catered to every moment. You still remember staying up late for days on end, not getting any sleep with Wooyoung by your side. He held your hand every step of the way.

And now, here you were. Both together, but not together. You both stood there, meeting a milestone that a couple would reach. You sniffed back your tears, wooyoung offering you a worried glance.

“Oh? You must be y/n,” the teacher came up to you with a bright smile, his unique appearance immediately brightening you up. It was nice to see such a sweet guy teaching your daughter. It relieved some of your stress. “I’m Kim Hongjoong, we’ve emailed back and forth about Nabi.”

You forced a smile despite your worries. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Hongjoong bent down to Nabi’s level, smiling when he noticed her little pigtails. “Oh, aren't you cute. Are you ready to meet some friends?”

Nabi raised her little eyebrows, looking from you to wooyoung. “Can my parents stay? They said they’d stay with me.”

Oh.

Parents.

Wooyoung choked on air, feeling his heart beat faster as those words came out of Nabi’s mouth. She knew her real dad passed away, but did she…honestly consider woo as her parent?

Your eyes widened, but there was no reason to correct her. It would only make her feel different from the others, as all the other kids had happy and healthy parents.

Hongjoong looked up at you and wooyoung, offering you both a smile. “They can stay for a little, yes.”

Nabi was too smart. She knew that meant you couldn't stay the whole time, but nonetheless agreed and let go of both your hands. She turned to you both, Wooyoung looking like he was about to pass out.

“You promised ice cream.” is all she said, her mischievous eyes piercing into wooyoung's anxious ones.

“You will get your ice cream, butterfly,” he patted her head, and speaking of butterflies, you were really feeling them right about now.

The minute the teacher took Nabi to go play with the other kids, you and wooyoung sat down on tiny little desk chairs while the other parents conversed with each other. It was equivalent to the grown ups table and the childrens table at holiday gatherings, and you and woo, quite literally, were the children.

At least you felt like it.

You sat with your hands in your lap, picking at the nail polish that was flaking off. You sighed as you watched Nabi fit in just like seonghwa would’ve.

Just like Wooyoung would’ve.

It was bittersweet to think about, and after a bit of time passed, you were sure Nabi wouldn't even notice if you got up and left.

“Y/n,” wooyoung hummed softly, catching your attention. He looked different, as his mind was swimming with a whole bunch of thoughts. “I hate to say this, but I think we should head out.”

You gave one last look to your happy-go-lucky three year old, who was looking like the leader of the pack. You nodded, standing up from that uncomfortable chair. “I’ll go say bye.”

As you took a step away from Wooyoung, you paused. Turning around, you faced him and nodded your head back to your daughter with your hand reaching out to him.

“Come with me?”

He sat there, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed. You weren't asking much, other than looking like perfectly in love parents so Nabi didn't feel left out.

After staring at you for a moment, he stood up, lacing his fingers through yours. It was like the very first time you touched him—your heart began to race. Out of all your years, this was a shock. You got nervous just holding his hand—Wooyoung, out of everyone.

No thoughts, just the feeling of his skin against yours. Your confusing thoughts began to conflict with your heart as you walked hand in hand to say bye to Nabi.

Nabi saw you coming, and she dropped the toy in her hand after seeing you and woo. She smiled, and made her way over. “Are you going?” she asked, her pigtails a bit messy. A girl that she made friends with came up behind her, a smile on her face.

It was nice to see her getting along with others. Maybe you did a good job raising her so far.

But it wasn't just you.

You looked down at your intertwined hands, wooyoung doing the same. Your head was spinning, but it felt nice to see Nabi happy. “Yes, we have to go now, okay?”

Nabi nodded with a gummy smile, and hugged your legs. “Okay, but I get ice cream later.”

Wooyoung let out a chuckle, his hand tightening around yours. You never wanted him to let go.

“Of course, butterfly.” he said sweetly, pulling at her pigtail. “We’ll be back to get you.”

Nabi gave you a nod, giving you a little giggle before tossing herself between the two of you for a hug, and then quickly frolicking back to where the fun toys were.

You said your goodbyes to the teacher, feeling like the world was moving too fast around you. In a daze, you found yourself walking down the school’s hallway, still hand-in-hand with wooyoung. He didn't speak. Neither did you.

When you finally reached the car, you paused on the passenger side, wooyoung still wrapped around your finger.

“She’ll be okay,” he said, tightening his grip. “I promise.”

You looked down at your hands, and for a moment, you didn't want to let go.

Until you did.

“Ugh, don't be sappy,” you shook off his hand, shivering in mock disgust. “I don't like it when you're serious….it's not…normal.”

He stared at you with a slight frown, but didn't say anything. After another moment, that sly look found its way to his face. “Listen, cupcake, your daughter just made more friends in the span of five minutes than you made your whole life.”

There he is, that bitch-ass.

You rolled your eyes and opened the door.

“Get in and drive, asshole.”

—

When you got home, Wooyoung said he had to go out for some groceries since he couldn't stand living off apple sauce and coffee anymore. You bid him a farewell happily, knowing that you'll finally have alone time—the time you haven't had since Nabi was born.

The quietness was outstanding. You couldn't remember the last time you could hear the neighbors, or the last time you could relax without worrying about something. So you did what any sane person would do.

Took a peaceful shower. A nice, hot, shower, definitely not an excuse to think about wooyoung in a not so PG way.

The minute the scolding water hit your body, you shivered despite the heat. Letting out a sigh, you thought about the morning, seeing him nearly naked, his dewy hair and curved lips. You wandered to the day before, as his hands caressed you in a way he never touched you before. You should be fantasizing about San, the man you were supposed to be infatuated with. But rather than him, you thought about how wooyoung would kiss. How he would taste. How he would fuck.

Without knowing, your hands found their home on your clit, slowly spinning in circles as you imagined your hand as his. Would he touch you like this? Gently? Smoothly? With care and attentiveness? Would he slowly glide a finger in, curving it ever so slightly, as if he was afraid to hurt you?

You let out a soft moan, water dripping down your face and down your legs as you imagined him in the shower with you.

This wasn't enough.

You finished up washing your hair and body, probably faster than you ever had before. Thank god you were alone, which allowed you time to tip-toe into your room and grab your best friend from your bottom drawer, hidden under a mountain of clothes.

This was so embarrassing. You were going to think about wooyoung, out of all the people, as you got off, but something in your mind told you it was okay. He would probably take it as a major compliment if he found out—which he never will, but still.

You threw yourself on your bed, on top of the plush covers, and coated your vibrator with a nice amount of strawberry flavored lube, which no one was tasting other than you occasionally just to see how it tastes. Would wooyoung like it? Would he go down on you, looking up through his eyelashes as he made love to you with his tongue?

“Jesus fucking christ.” you hissed, quietly, as if you were scared someone would hear you. Thank god the grocery store was a decent drive away, and Woo was such a dilly-dally that you could finish a few times and clean up.

As you turned the vibrator on, you spared no second on pressing it against your lips, past them, and into your core, causing you to arch your back and moan. You held off on screaming his name, feeling like he’d be able to hear you miles away. You already felt dirty by thinking of him in this way.

The vibrations moved up your body, like ripples of a wave in the ocean. It's been ages since you felt this intense need—it was riveting, you couldn't let go of the feeling. You imagined him touching you, feeling you, kissing you. Entering you. Making love to you. Maybe, just maybe, you could sleep with him just once. Maybe that would help you get this mess you called a mind in check.

You moaned, the vibrator hitting all the spots he would hit. You imagined his expressions, causing you to let out a sigh of pleasure. Dear god, this was a new low for you. At least he would never see you in this state.

At least, so you thought.

You were too high on a climax to realize he called to you from the kitchen, saying he forgot his card. You were too gone to notice his footsteps close in, and too annihilated to see him standing in the doorway—the door you forgot to close.

“Oh,” he murmured, his eyes wide and his goofiness gone. He’s never seen you like this, legs spread in front of him, naked, gorgeous. He dropped his phone that he was holding in his hand, letting it fall to the ground in shock. “My. god.”

“You heard him, stopping quickly and looking at him, dumbfounded. “....Wooyoung?”

He blinked quickly, his eyes on your body in a way he never looked before. “Now, I know that…that I should be looking away and running,” he swallowed, taking a step into the room. “But shouldn't you also be telling me to leave?”

You didn't know what to do. You kept the vibrator inside you, as if you weren't just thinking it was his dick. Now he was here, in the middle of your high, and you were about to take it as an opportunity. Just once, just once.

You looked at him, wet in more ways than one, seeing him crave you like a moth to a flame. You were going to regret it, but he was too good to be true.

“Come here,” you whispered, watching him widen his eyes in shock. “Please.”

“Are you…” he hesitated. “Thinking about me? Or is it him?”

You smirked, embarrassed because it should be San. but it wasn't. It never will be.

All you had to do was look in his direction, a needy look on your face.

“You.”

He didn't say anything. He took a step closer to you, his eyes on you like they never were. He reached the edge of the bed, standing between your legs, his lips parted as he looked like an animal that would devour you. He leaned onto the bed, his knees sinking into the mattress as his hand pushed your leg down, sliding himself into the spot you never thought you'd see him in.

“I swear to god, y/n,” he breathed, sucking in a sharp breath as he sat between your legs. He hesitated for a second, unsure of if he should even be here. “The things I want to do to you…”

You felt intoxicated. Under the influence. It was so strange, and out of nowhere, you felt this intense crave for him.

He sat there, his eyes on your wetness and his lips parted. Your chest ached as he looked down at you, but then you met his eyes after he didn't answer.

The vibrator was still inside you, as if it was him, and ever so slowly, you began to move your hand, causing him to let out a sound you've never heard from him before. He didn't touch you—he just watched, captivated by your movements, your appearance, your dripping wet hair and naked body.

His hand met the inside of your thigh, feeling the wetness. He groaned softly, clenching his jaw almost like he was in pain. You looked up at him through your lashes, begging for him to touch you more. His breaths began to speed up, fingers clawing at your skin.

“I want to touch you,” he whispered, watching you play with yourself in a way no man has ever seen you. Seonghwa was different—this was different. “Please let me touch you.”

You hesitated despite your ache. You weren't sure what would happen to your relationship with him after this. You couldn't let go of him, in any way, and maybe it was because you secretly had feelings for him.

Or maybe you just needed to be touched.

You met eyes. He took your little nod as a yes, and slowly gripped the sex toy in his own hand. He furrowed his eyebrows, focusing on you and only you. You couldn't help but cry out softly as he shoved it inside you, deeply. You ached, craved that it was him. Yet, the fact that he was the one doing it made it feel a million times better than you could ever make yourself feel.

He was fully clothed, his jeans rubbing against the bare skin of your legs. He leaned forward, his breath unsteady as he held himself over you, looking down at your lips, your breasts, the angles of your collarbones. He let out a sigh as he slowly pulled the vibrator out fully, and sat on the backs of his knees.

You furrowed your brows as he did it, upset that he stopped. He held the toy in front of him, and then looked down at you with an expression you've never fathomed.

“You know,” he breathed, looking at you with a mischievous glimmer in his eye. He set the vibrator down after turning it off, leaving the space uneasily quiet. “I can make you feel better than that fucking thing.”

You bit your lip as he leaned forward once again, your breath caught in your throat. You've never felt this uneasy, this stimulated. The way he made you feel was like lightning hitting a surface, creating an intense spark of lust you never imagined. Out of all the people, it was him.

You kept quiet, watching him ravish you with only his eyes. His hand crept up on your thigh ever so slowly, sensually, until he met your core, delicately dancing his fingertips against the skin.

You sighed, arching your back against the bed as he moved his two fingers gracefully. It made you think about how many times he’s done this—he surely knew how to please a woman, and you wondered how many he had to get on top of to master this.

You had the urge to close your legs, your core tightening as he teased you. To your surprise, he stuck his middle finger in, causing you to gasp in excitement.

You saw that glimmer in his eyes once again. It was as if he was pleased with your response, boosting his already inflated ego. He curled his finger inside you, breathing heavily as he kept his eyes on your facial expressions. You shut yours tight as you parted your mouth, unable to see him slide down on your body to press his lips to you.

“Wooyoung,” you breathed, taking in a sharp breath as he pushed his tongue inside you. He gripped your legs and looked up at you as you pulled his hair, smiling into you devilishly.

“Mhhm,” he moaned against you, face contorting in pain as you tugged on his hair. “Strawberry. My favorite flavor.” His words were like kisses to your lips, his nails leaving marks in your skin. Your stomach tightened, swirled at his tone. He was still witty even during a time like this.

You couldn't help but cry out at his touch, his lips, his expressions. He looked at you in a different way than just lust—you couldn't put your finger on it. But one thing was for certain. You were completely infatuated with him, in more ways than one, and now, it was impossible to break away from his charm.

“You taste so good,” he spoke softly, kissing the inside of your thigh. It made you think that he’s kissed you in these spots even before kissing your lips. The thought of this made you want to pull him up to you and stick your tongue in his mouth like it was your home.

Maybe it was all the years without sex, or even touch, that is making you act this way.

Or maybe you loved him. Who knows.

He slid his hands down the curve of your hips as his mouth made love to you. It didn't take long for you to reach your climax, and as it came, you were too high to hear him whispering dirty little words into you. He fingered you quickly, yet smooth enough that you couldn't take it anymore.

It was as if he had psychic powers—you didn't tell him you were going to come, but yet the minute you reached that high, his mouth was on you, intaking you and getting drunk off your body. He watched your breathing slow as he pulled away, leaving back to take a good look at you.

You had no words. You could barely breathe, nonetheless. He pulled his fingers out of you, drenched in your love, and without breaking eye contact with you, he sucked on them, like a vampire would on its prey. It almost made you want to cry out in another orgasm, but as it passed, your mind wandered to his expression and the fact that you just did that. With him.

You sat up against the headboard, suddenly aware of your lack of clothes and lack of class. You must've looked so desperate for him. You thought that maybe he saw you as an object, or a woman that was taking advantage of his presence.

You gripped a pillow and held it to your body. He frowned, but didn't move from his spot on the bed.

The distance between you was small, physically. You could reach out and touch him. Yet, it felt like the oxygen in the room escaped, leaving you suffocated. His expression changed from mischievous to concerned, and he looked down at the pillow covering the parts he never thought he’d see.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words barely came out. “Did I do something wrong?” he inquired, his hands gripping onto the blanket tightly—the same hands that gripped you moments before.

You swallowed hard, piecing together an excuse to counteract your actions. “I….I’m sorry about this. Just act like it never happened. It never should have, anyway.”

You stood up quickly, knowing he was going to see you. He was silent while you rooted through your drawer for underwear, and you tossed them on, along with a shirt and bottoms. He stared at you, quietly, and it almost felt like you might have torn his heart right out of his chest. You told yourself you only used him to fulfill your aching sexual desires, but the truth lies deep in your heart—you wanted him in more ways than one.

“So, that…what just happened…” he mumbled, turning to look at you. You swear you saw the disappointment in his eyes. “Was it a mistake?”

You paused. “...yes. It won't happen again. I was just…distracted.”

You turned away from him to make your way out of the room, racking your brain to find an excuse to leave. “I’ll go to the store instead, okay?”

He didn't say anything. He just looked at you, his normal self long gone. He blinked, then nodded, giving you the opportunity to turn your back on him and what just happened.

And yet, even after throwing out that excuse, you still thought about the way he touched you while you made your way to the store. But more than that, your head was spinning with thoughts of him in other ways—ways that scared you enough to shove away the ideas of a romantic future with him.

After all, he deserved more than someone like you. At least that's how you thought.

Little did you know, he was already committed to a life with you forever.

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