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Hyung's POV
He was still sitting on my dick.
"I'm always the bottom," Shinwoo whispered seductively, like some damn succubus sent to ruin me.
"Well, that's good—'cause I'm always the top," I growled, yanking off his shirt.
His skin—milky, smooth, glowing—so clean it made me want to devour him whole.
I traced my fingers down his body, earning soft moans as rewards.
"Th-that's my spot…" he gasped when my fingers grazed his throat.
"Why are you telling me your spot, hmm?" I teased, suckling the sweet place he seemed to love most.
"Mmmh… 'Cause I want only you to look after me," he whispered. "Only you to fuck me."
This man… this bold, bad boy.
His hips started to move—slowly.
Wait.
Was he… riding me?
Goddamn. He was so good. Like… trained for this.
"You little brat… Why are you so excited, huh?" I said through a hiss of pleasure.
And yeah—he was right. I was super excited.
My member stood proud and tall. The sight of him riding me like that? Impossible not to be turned on.
And even though I looked older—truth is, he was older than me. A good 3–5 years, actually. But I didn't care.
Forget how I act like I don't want him—truth is, I'm secretly enjoying every second of this.
"With what you're doing," I muttered breathlessly, "there's no way I'm not gonna be excited."
He giggled, moving faster, more confidently.
Me holding his waist, watching him ride me—it was a damn view to remember forever.
"What are we now to each other?" I asked, still lost in the sweetest ride of my life.
"I want us to be more than just friends," he said, leaning in to kiss me. "I want to be your namjachingu."
I let him kiss me. I let him do whatever he wanted. I was inexperienced anyway—just a guy who usually grabs someone random to get the urge out.
But with Shinwoo being the bottom… and clearly experienced… I let him 'take care of me' 😌
But damn, I couldn't hold back anymore. I flipped him over so his back faced me.
"Fuck me from the front," he moaned. "I want to see your face… your expressions."
I trailed kisses along his spine, then flipped him back around to face me.
"Happy now?" I asked.
He nodded with that beautiful smile.
I kissed down his chest, slow and teasing, reaching his abs. Just as I was about to go lower, I paused and moved back up to his navel, licking it in slow, teasing circles.
"Bad boy…" he moaned.
Knock, knock.
An annoying knock shattered the moment.
"Ssibal saekkiya," I cursed under my breath.
"Hyung! Come out now!" a voice shouted from behind the door. Angry. Female.
Who the hell—
I made sure Shinwoo was covered before opening the door.
Standing there was a pretty girl—puffy eyes and all, which only made her cuter.
"You ditched me… because of him?" she asked, her voice small but furious.
"I thought I made it clear—we were done," I said flatly.
"But Hyung, how could you leave this—" she gestured at herself, "for someone who doesn't even have anything—no boobs, nothing!"
I smirked.
"He has a dick I can suck and a hole I can fuck."
Oh God… I can't believe I just said that. I wanted to cover my face from secondhand embarrassment.
"Ttong!" she snapped. "Hyung, how perverted!"
And she stormed off.
Phew.
I leaned against the wall, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
"I can't believe I said that…"
Behind me, Shinwoo spoke.
"First of all, I didn't even know who she was. I was watching to see if you'd defend me."
He paused, voice flat. "You tried. Bravo."
He threw on his clothes, brushing past me as he walked out the door.
Something about the way he walked… told me he was annoyed.
I called after him—but he didn't turn back.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE
Hello again, naughty readers 😈
Okay, okay, I know this chapter was wild. But now I need your help!
After this series, I'm planning a new novel… and this time it'll be set in Thailand! 🇹🇭
But I'm torn—should I write fanfiction or just continue with my own imaginary characters?
Please help me decide 😭😭
Comment, beg, cry, vote—whatever it takes. I really need your input! 🥺🙏
I love you all! 💖
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