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☆ [nostalgic] summer romance! younghoon
had to do something for his late bday because i adore him
others:juyeon

• the disappointed look jacob gives you as he pulls into the parking lot beside your school is that of a parent, deflated with the rowdy actions of their only child
• you hold your physics textbook in your lap in the passenger seat and try to smile at him as some sort of compensation
• kevin chuckles from the backseat
• “can’t believe you’re stuck in summer school the year before you graduate.”
• “shutup kevin the only reason you passed physics is because jacob lives down the street from you and let you copy all his old notes. otherwise, you’d be in there with me.”
• kevin shrugs and motions for you to get out of the car, you stick your tongue out and thank jacob for the ride
• “waterparks gonna suck without you.”
• he says before he rolls up the window
• you groan and mutter a “don’t remind me about the waterpark dude” before turning to head inside
• the room is barely air-conditioned and your summer physics teacher is some old lady who tells you all to read for the next hour and do the exercises on page one hundred and three
• she then puts on an ancient pair of headphones and seemingly tunes you and the other summer school students out indefinitely
• she doesn’t even notice when the door opens half an hour later and in the frame is the tall, almost infuriatingly handsome figure of kim younghoon
• you blink back in surprise - i thought he was a pretty good student?
• younghoon notices you too, smiling as he passes your desk to sit in the one behind you
• you look down at your textbook and suddenly don’t know the weird feeling that washes you over
• the room is pretty empty, he could sit anywhere else….
• five minutes later, you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder
• you turn and younghoon smiles again - his teeth are blindingly white and he doesn’t have one acne scar on his pretty face
• “do you know if the teacher took attendance?”
• you shake your head, “she’s basically been comatose since i got here.”
• he chuckles softly enough that just the two of you hear it
• “got it. so we’ll just be sitting here in silence for two hours?”
• “looks like it.”
• he takes a pause and looks at you as if he has something else to ask, but it doesn’t come out
• the first day then drags its feet until finally it’s over and you drop your worksheet off on the desk
• the teacher mutters that the homework for tomorrow is the next chapter and you give the fakest smile you can muster before trying to beeline for the door
• before you can leave though, younghoon calls out your name and you turn to see him standing in the empty hallway
• “if i need help with the homework - can i text you?”
• you reluctantly make your way back toward him, you take your phone out and hand it to him
• “sure, add yourself to my contacts. god this summer is gonna be so boring.”
• younghoon takes a moment before handing you back your phone, he nods in agreement
• “at least we’ll suffer together.”
• you don’t think much of it when he says it - actually you don’t think about it at all
• the only reason it finds its way back into your head is because later that night your phone vibrates and it says you have a text from ‘hoon [seven different flower emojis]’
• younghoon?
• you open it and see that’s a long message whining about the confusing chapter you were assigned. you giggle because you’ve been whining to yourself while reading it too
• but as you start to type out a reply you wonder………
• 'at least we’ll suffer together’………we barely even know each other? is it really normal to say that - what about being together with a stranger makes summer school of all things better?
• your hand hovers over the send button - you close your phone instead and go back to reading, forgetting about the text and falling over yourself in physics terms you should have remembered when you first were taking the class
• the next morning, jacob doesn’t drive you to school - you walk there and bump into younghoon whose on his way over too
• he somehow manages to look tall and unaffected by the sweltering heat
• he waves at you with another one of those priceless smiles
• “did you do the homework?”
• he asks as you fall into step with each other
• “barely - i had to look at cobi’s old notes.”
• “cobi?” younghoon tilts his head and you explain that it’s a nickname for jacob
• something on younghoon’s face is confusing, it’s like there’s a twinge of sadness but you assume it’s just a reflex squint to the glowing sun
• “you didn’t text me back - so i thought you might have given up on it!”
• he laughs slightly and you clasp your hand over your mouth
• “oh right! sorry - i must have spaced out and didn’t hit send. but i totally agree - fluid mechanics could put anyone to sleep.”
• before you realize it you and younghoon are in the classroom again, sitting in the same seats
• you’re early so the teacher isn’t there yet and younghoon flips to a page from the chapter to ask you if you know what its talking about
• you explain what you think it means (from the information you got from jacob’s old notes)
• and the entire time you’re maybe inches away from each other
• when you aren’t actively thinking about it, it’s fine - but then your hands brush and suddenly it dawns on you and you sit back in your seat suddenly
• younghoon senses the shift and opens his mouth to say something when the door swings open and a monotone voice tells you to open up to page one hundred and fifty-seven
• like what younghoon said and his text, you soon forget about the momentary skinship
• your brain starts to melt of boredom as the class drags on and you get past a note from younghoon when the teacher isn’t looking
• 'do you know the answer for problem #3?’
• 'it’s 23.56 m/s’
• 'woah you’re so smart’
• 'more like the person who used this textbook before me wrote the equation on the page’
• 'lucky - let’s trade textbooks?’
• 'in your dreams :P’
• another long day comes to an end and you wave a goodbye to younghoon, he smiles and waves back and adds a - “reply to my text this time, ok?”
• you nod and only again do you think about what he says when you’re home and thinking straight under the graciousness of your AC
• does that mean he’s going to text me?
• and like yesterday, younghoon does text you complaining about the reading
• you answer and a conversation that comes almost way too easily starts
• this cycle starts anew the next day, and the day after that, until at some point you realize you are forming a sort of summer friendship with kim younghoon
• and that’s normal - that’s fine
• but there are moments where you look up at him when you’re paired together for a makeshift lab or when you’ve agreed to stay behind some extra hours to study
• that you see younghoon in all this detail up close and he’s undeniably handsome but also you see something more
• for all the years you’ve been in the same school together, passed each other at parties, probably even stood together at assemblies
• you’ve taken him at complete face value. perfect proportions, always someones crush, the pretty and popular boy who somehow hasn’t added complete selfish jerk to that title as well
• he’s just - kim younghoon - untouchable, out of anyone’s league
• and now he’s more real.
• you see the mole on his neck, the way his eyes crinkle when he finds something really funny, the pickiness of his eating habits and how he can’t hold a pen properly with his left hand.
• they’re things that make him human and they’re things that you can’t help but notice because like anyone, you are instantly attracted to younghoon
• it’s just crazy that beyond that face there’s a boy who you could easily see yourself falling for
• of course, you end the thoughts right there.
• even though sometimes, you get a weird kind of feeling that younghoon is noticing something about you too.
• it really starts to eat at you after you guys are at the halfway point of summer classes - and you have your first test.
• you’re both panicking about it, because if you don’t pass this one - you probably won’t pass the final - which means physics again when autumn comes around
• so you and younghoon have been spending a lot of time in the library after class with your textbooks, snacks, and jacob’s old notes
• of course you’re both grinding, but distractions happen and you end up taking a break to toss candy into his mouth and doodle cartoons of your boring teacher in the margins of your notes
• giggling like maniacs over the inside jokes about class and school you’ve both come up with, getting scolded by the ancient librarian if you’re just a little too loud about it
• and then younghoon asks you: “do you have plans after the test?”
• you huff and cross your arms
• “yeah, to go home and curl up on my bed and forget it ever happened.”
• he chuckles, puts his hand on his neck and then pauses - what you think is a light pinkness starts to dust his skin
• “same, but if you want instead i though-”
• your phone goes off just as the words string together - you pick it up and try to wave an apology to the librarian who rolls her eyes at you
• with a whisper you turn your head to answer
• “what? jacob? what - no i don’t know where kevin is i thought he’d be with you.”
• younghoon’s lips thin out and you barely react as you duck under the table you’re studying at to keep your voice low
• you finish the call and come back up with a sigh
• “what were you saying by the way?”
• younghoon shakes his head
• “nothing, is kevin ok?”
• you get back in your seat and you don’t want to comment on the weird thin blanket of tension that seems to undertone the question
• “he’s fine, jacob will find him over at eric’s or something.”
• you look at younghoon and he doesn’t return your gaze, he’s pushed his chair in closer to the table and picked up his pen
• you do the same and try to break whatever this weirdness is
• “should we go over chapter five again?”
• that moment replays in your head for almost a week straight, it almost distracts you during the test but thankfully you and younghoon both pass
• you flaunt your 84 versus his 82 but the happiness of it seems to wash away any excess awkwardness from before
• at least for him, for you - you somehow can’t stop analyzing it in your head
• to make matters worse, more pocket-sized interactions like this start to pop up
• younghoon is always seemingly on the verge of asking you to hang out with him outside of class but he never really does
• something always stops him
• and you kind of start to wish he just would, or if the question that’s always on the tip of his tongue isn’t that - then you really want to know what it is
• you overthink and it frustrates you more than you admit, but at the same time younghoon had been right when summer started
• the fact that you have each other to suffer together actually doesn’t make this whole thing worse than it originally was going to be
• the only reason you’re having a tolerable summer is because of him
• you don’t want to ruin it by prying him with questions
• wanting to know if he wants something more than just a physics class-based friendship
• because it gets to a point where you don’t know what to do, you ask your best friends
• when you explain that you and younghoon just click - and it seems like he might want to be around you more, the way you want to be around him -
• jacob and kevin give you the same look
• jaocb’s just nicer when he says “why don’t you ask him to hang out first?”
• while kevin just laughs and calls you a big dummy - popular pretty boy or not, that’s crushing behavior you’re describing
• you think about it
• what’s stopping me from asking him first? seriously - am i going to be that person who needs to wait around for prince charming to pull the first move?
• so you decide you will, it takes jacob giving you a pep talk before you go into class the next day but you are resiliant
• and when younghoon comes through the door - you stand up
• “oh, a standing ovation did i do something right?”
• he jokes and you have to tell yourself not to focus on how cute he is and get straight to the point
• “do you want to hang out after class?”
• younghoon’s bag drops from his hands and you both kind of startle at the noise
• oh shit. here it comes. the big 'oh i hope you don’t think this is something more than it is….’ line
• “oh - i - sure, i mean i saw jacob’s car in the parking lot is he not gonna pick you up later?”
• you blink in confusion
• “no, why would jacob come pick me up?”
• younghoon and you have a moment of complete silence and then
• “you’re dating him, right?”
• you’re pretty sure you let out a sound that’s a mixture of a little yell and an attempt at a laugh
• it’s embarrassing and before you can backtrack it, the door opens and the teacher snaps her fingers for you and younghoon to sit
• as you do - you realize your entire body has gone kind of numb
• is that the reason he’s been dancing around me this summer, because of jacob?!?!?!
• you turn before the teacher can even write the pages to work on on the board
• “no!”
• you exclaim and younghoon blinks those big, brown pretty eyes at you
• “i am definitely not dating jacob bae!”
• a sense of relief seems to wash over his face, but you can’t even enjoy the way he looks happy because the teacher clears her throat
• “the matter of who you are or are not dating is not the topic of this class - physics is. so pay. attention.”
• you nod, looking down at your textbook as the other students snicker to themselves
• halfway through the class younghoon passes you a note
• 'how about we go see a movie or something?’
• your first date goes well.
• actually it goes really really well because it turns out younghoon is scared of horror movies and you’re not and when he nearly jumps into your arms with fear you just laugh and hold him close
• by the time it ends he’s got his head completely in your neck and you have your arms wrapped around his waist
• it’s actually insane how comfortable you two are with touching each other despite the fact that all of summer you would knock knees and it would set both of you into a state of petrification
• and when you text your gc after, jacob sends a thousand loving emojis
• and kevin replies with: but is he a good kisser tho?
• turns out he is, although he kisses with a shyness that is unexpected considering how loud and fun he can get around you
• he lets you take the lead, which is nice, and when you kiss him right on the jawline he inhales sharply and you figure out the part of kim younghoon that gets him all worked up
• a secret you’re sure the rest of the student body will be jealous of you for knowing
• the summer goes from tolerable to magical in the snap of a second
• your classes finish, you and younghoon both pass the final and celebrate with ice-cream and a trip to the amusement park
• you end up on the ferris wheel and younghoon sheepishly admits he had always been a little sad thinking about how you were doing these fun things with jacob and not with him
• and you scrunch your nose up and tell him the last time you and jacob were on a ferris wheel together you were comforting kevin for his random fear of heights
• speaking of moonbae, they both really like you and younghoon together
• jacob thinks he’s a mannered young man and kevin is just like soooooo you’re nice enough to put up with them (you) you must be a saint
• the four of you finally get to go to that water park you missed out on in the beginning and while you and younghoon are holding hands on the lazy river sharing little cute kisses
• kevin is splashing jacob to a point where the lifeguard on duty has to intervene
• younghoon still sometimes dances around what he actually wants to say or do - and so you coax it out of him with the threat of complimenting him
• which you learn is your greatest weapon, you call him pretty and it’s practically game over
• but seriously he just tucks you into his arms and mumbles something and you’re like hmmm and he’s like mumbling and you’re like younghoon words or i will list the top five things i like about you and he’s like
• “oK i just wanted to ask if you wanted to stay over………”
• you do :) and when you take the liberty of stealing a big flannel of his younghoon hides his face in his hands for like ten minutes straight
• before autumn finally comes around for good - you and younghoon talk about how you both flunked physics
• you explain that you just did not put the effort in at all and skipped more times than you could count, but younghoon just says he thinks he just messed up pretty bad on the final
• “why did you do bad on the final?”
• he looks away and you scoot closer, “younghoon?”
• “well remember how we all took the final with our seats switched ….. the teacher put me next to you and it was distracting….”
• “no way - are you saying im the reason you were in summer school?!?!”
• you sit up and younghoon does too with a laugh
• “maybe - but it was worth it. i got to spend a whole summer with you.”
• years down the line you still bring the story up as a fun meet-cute
• everyone thinks younghoon is 100% joking, there’s no way he failed a final because he was sitting next to his crush
• but younghoon swears it’s the reason why - he’s sure if he could find his original test paper he could show everyone that where he was supposed to have written out the equation he just wrote your name down ten times
• jacob accuses him one day for flunking it on purpose since he probably knew you were going to end up in summer school
• you turn to your fiancee and ask him is that true, did he really fail it on purpose to spend more time with you?
• younghoon’s ears turn pink and the whole room erupts into laughter
• “younghoon, why would you do that!”
• you push him gently, your hand on his chest with the glittering band he gifted you
• he shrugs back with a big smile
• “i really really really liked you - and hey, it worked out didn’t it?”

“No bite. We good. Just look how sweet we are”

— The Boyz - Sweet (17th June 2022)

「  KIM YOUNGHOON  」

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Younghoon tries his best to wait for you and, every time you come home late, you have to give him his reward. Not that you mind honestly because how could you deny your good boy?

>>Pairing: Kim Younghoon (sub) x fem!reader (dom) | interviewer!younghoon x ceo!reader

>>Word Count:2.4k

>>Genre:Oneshot / Requested / Smut

>>Warnings/Kinks:Anal, begging, cum play, degrading, dumbification, fingering, hair pulling, handjob, light bondage, oral (receiving), pegging, praise, saliva, shower sex, and temperature manipulation

Your relationship with Younghoon is anything but normal. He was fresh out of college, an inspiring interviewer with about the same level of confidence as an outcasted teen. He’s shy- well, more like consistently embarrassed. He hated asking for favors.

Meanwhile, you’re already the CEO of a nationwide computer company. Sure, you could code a thing or two (mostly the games Younghoon asked you to create), but it was mostly financial knowledge on your part.

You two met through Younghoon’s first ever interview. He stuttered practically the whole time and it was adorable. He really did do his best and you took kindly to him. You both hit it off and now here you were.

Having to bid goodbye for another business trip to who knows where (they hardly tell you now since you can’t bring it in you to care). Younghoon hated these trips because it meant no cuddles or kisses. No love for weeks straight.

“Please just skip this one?”, the pout adorning his lips made the rather tall man look like an overgrown child. His hands are placed on your hips, trying to tug you back into the hug you were in before. It was his special way of keeping you there longer.

“It will only be a week this time. I promise, baby”, you caress his cheek and he melts into your touch, thoughts dissolving into nothing more than a weak feeling of disappoint. You did feel bad for your boyfriend considering you had barely gotten to spend time with him.

“You say that every time and it’s always longer”, Younghoon shakes his head and buries his nose into your neck, sending pleasant chills down your spine. He knows it is where you’re most sensitive and that, maybe, if he keeps doing it you’ll stay longer.

That isn’t the case this time though. This trip is extremely important and you can’t miss it. It determines whether your new model of computer is released or not.

“I’ll give you a reward if you wait for me patiently, baby”, Younghoon perked up at this, his big eyes growing even bigger at the thoughts racing through his far from innocent brain. You knew that look like the back of your hand.

“Really? Anything I want?”, you nodded quickly and your boyfriend finally seemed to agree, racing up the stairs of your shared apartment to get your suitcase for you. Truthfully, you could definitely afford something bigger but the apartment was more than enough space for the two of you. You’d rather spend that extra money on trips or gifts to spoil Younghoon.

“Thank you, sweet boy. I’ll make sure to call, okay?”, you smile softly as you took the heavy suitcase from him, setting it on the ground and pulling up the handle. Younghoon furrowed his nose into your neck one more time as he started mumbling.

“Only one week?”.

“Only one week”.

It’sdefinitely been longer than one week.

Younghoon can practically feel his body screaming for you as he tries to busy himself.

Puzzles, books, even cooking.

But nothing was working. All he could think about was you and that promise you made almost two weeks ago.

Worst of all is that you’re not answering his calls. It just rings and rings until the call ends because you aren’t picking up. He’s had no contact with you for days.

Younghoon can’t decide if he should be worried or upset. Probably both.

Although, when he hears the front door open he forgets about all those feelings. Mostly because pure happinessoverwhelms them all.

“Baby! I’m home. I’m sorry it’s been-“, you got cut off by a giant body slamming into your own, almost knocking the wind out of you. You laugh as you run your hand along his back, trying to soothe him. His body was shaking with what you knew were tears threatening to spill.

“Hey- hey baby, I’m right here. I’m sorry it took extra time. They took away my phone after I got a call during a meeting”, Younghoon let out a sigh of relief once he heard that. You weren’t ignoring him. You just didn’t have your phone at all.

“I missed you”, it was weak and oh so cute whenever he said that. It was the same every time you came home. Even if it’s not as long of a trip.

“I missed you too. How about we take a shower and then we can eat?”, he did need a shower and he definitely wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity of having you all to himself after so long. Younghoon gently took your suitcase, a thing he has come to despise, and brought it upstairs. Of course, he has to restrain himself from just throwing it out the window.

“Reward?”, you asked the question simply, knowing Younghoon had spent most of his time alone coming up with it. Your boyfriend perked up and pointed to thatdrawer shyly. You grinned and he swears he just felt his heart burst.

Opening the drawer, you were met with an array of strap-ons. Colors and sizes were an infatuation of Younghoon and it truly showed in this drawer. You hummed as you tried to decide which one to use.

“This one, please?”, you almost jumped when you heard Younghoon’s voice right behind you. He was peering over your shoulder and his finger touched one that is of average size and purple.

You immediately recognized it. It doubled as Younghoon’s masturbation dildo and you’ve caught him more than a few times during the act. Sweat would drip down his forehead, soaking his hair as his hips worked on moving up and down, bouncing on the veiny toy. It truly was a sight and you felt the wetness start to coat your thighs from the memory of it.

Briefly, you wonder if you should have him ride you. Your hands would be on his waist, stroking the tense muscles on his stomach as he worked for his pleasure. Or, you’d simply watch as his cock hit his stomach, hard and needy until he released all over himself.

No, he shouldn’t have to work after he waited so patiently. He was a good boy.

“Good choice, baby. Go get in the shower and prep yourself. I’ll get clothes”, Younghoon nodded obediently and walked off into the bathroom. You couldn’t ignore the very prominent erection pressing against the restriction of his pants. It makes you lick your lips.

You gathered everything needed for afterwards. Warm pajamas, some water, and a few snacks had been left on your bed. Unlike you, Younghoon became cold rather quickly and he always needed a warm snack and clothes after a shower.

Walking into the bathroom, you were met with a beautiful sight. Younghoon has one of his hands pressed against the tile wall, legs spread wide as his other hand works open his hole. His ass is fully on display for you to see and you watch for a moment as he scissors himself, a soft moan leaving his mouth.

“How pretty”, Younghoon looks over his shoulder at you and he almost came right then. You stood there with the strap already on, the harness tight around your hips and thighs. What stood out most, however, is the thick, hard purple cock that stood out like a sore thumb. Younghoon gulped, hips moving back instinctively.

“Please, I want it”, you giggle at the neediness seeping through his voice. Your hand grabbed the handle and you opened the shower door before closing it again. The chilling water hit your skin and you watched as Younghoon turned his body more towards you.

Your boyfriend always has had a thing for temperature play. The cold water hitting his nipples caused them to perk up and become more sensitive. Your’s felt the same and that’s why you never minded the freezing temperature.

“As much as I love hearing you beg, there’s no need, babyboy. It’s a reward, remember? Tell me what you want”, while it did seem merciful, you love watching Younghoon stumble over his words. He was so shy and asking for what he wanted never came easy.

“W-want you to fuck me hard and play with my cock”, you hummed, tilting your head as you gripped his wrist, pulling his fingers out of himself to look at the hole. It was stretched nicely and the strap could go in just fine. Younghoon never really did have any issues taking it after the first couple of sessions.

“Get in the position you want”, Younghoon whimpered under your gaze as he sunk to the floor. His big doe eyes looked up at you and you immediately knew what he wanted. Your hand grips the shaft and guides it to Younghoon’s awaiting mouth, his lips wrapping around it like a lollipop. Apparently his lips had to be taken care of first before his hole could be.

“What a good slut. You just love sucking cock, huh?”, Younghoon nods, eyes becoming teary as your cock hits the back of his throat. The dildo rubs against your clit every time Younghoon sinks down on it and your eyes close blissfully. It edges him on and he takes the toy even further down his throat.

Typically, you would let him continue until one of you came. Either from the strap rubbing against you or from him rutting against your leg like a bitch in heat. This time, though, you really want to highlight his pleasure instead.

“Alright, that’s enough”, you grip his hair and pull his head off, the purple cock spilling from his lips. It was covered in glimmering saliva and Younghoon licked his lips at the sight, his hips stopping their advances on your legs.

You didn’t even need to tell him. The look in your eyes was enough for your boyfriend to get on his hands and knees, trying to keep himself steady on the wet floor as the cold water hits his back. He leans on his elbows and arches his back. You couldn’t help but admire the way his ass looked in the light seeping in from the window beside the shower. He was so fucking beautiful and all your’s.

“Are you ready?”, you got down on your knees and lined up your cock to his rim, circling the muscle with the tip. The cold water beat against your breasts but you ignored it.

“Mhm”, the breathy hum was enough to know he is okay. You slowly rolled your hips forward, pushing inside of Younghoon as your hands held his ass cheeks apart to watch it disappear inside. His breath hitched once your hips were pressed against his own.

Once he was comfortable, you leaned up to press your erect nipples against his back, rubbing against the skin as you started to move your hips back and forth. You both moan in sync as pleasure builds up- Younghoon drooling all over his chin. Your mascara even runs down your face as the water rolled down your head, soaking through your hair. Your boyfriend didn’t really leave time to remove it prior when he looked so needy.

“Right there!”, Younghoon practically yells as you reach that perfect spot inside of him. You know exactly where it is, his body memorized in your brain. So, you continue to hit it as you reach your hands around to pump his cock. The sheer weight of it is impressive and it twitches within your hand as you move faster.

“Just like that, hmm?”, by this point you knew what Younghoon’s state was- tears running down to his jaw, thighs quivering, and mouth releasing an array of moans and grunts. He’s completely dumbified by the feeling of your thick dick splitting him open.

“I- please I-“, he chokes on the words, mind completely filled with the pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn’t form the words no matter how hard he tried and you knew it. It’s so pathetic.

“Can only think about cock, huh? That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Just taking my cock?”, Younghoon cries louder from the humiliation but it isn’t like he could argue. That is all he wanted. To be ruined by you.

“Fuck, y-yes!”, he finally gets a word out and you shook your head, completely entranced by just how dependent he was of you. You are always in charge.

“Hands”, it just took one command for your boyfriend to crumble to the floor, face pressed against the tile as he reaches his hands behind his back. You grip them together, getting your stomach off his back.

Younghoon’s voice comes out muffled and you resort to moving his wrists to one hand to use the other one and lift his head up by his hair. He winces from the pain but he’s glad to be able to breathe. Plus, the new arch allows the veiny toy to reach even further inside of him, pressing against his prostate with each grueling thrust done by you.

“Go on, rut against the floor like the dumb puppy you are”, he obeys instantly and rubs his throbbing cock against the floor sloppily, shaking with the overwhelming need to release. Your own cock moves each time he moves back up and it was all too much. Younghoon screams as he cums, strings of white coating the shower floor and his stomach. Thankfully, the water just washes it away.

“That’s my boy”, pride fills his heart when he looks back to see your pretty expression. A smile filled with admiration adored your features and he wants so desperately to kiss you. You pull out, watching how his hole stayed stretched before you allow it to be covered by his cheeks again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up”, Younghoon smiles and nods, moving to sit down on the floor rather than stay on his knees. You clean him up, using a rag to wipe away the cum sticking to his stomach and thighs. On any other day, you would have licked it up yourself considering he was delicious. Today, however, Younghoon seemed colder than usual, goosebumps littering his back. You resorted to turning the hot water on and washing him quickly.

“Was I good?”, his hopeful eyes look up at you as you scrub some shampoo into his hair, humming pleasantly as you scratch his scalp. You smile and lean down to peck his lips, making him grin widely like he had just won some award.

“The best. You’re always my good boy”.