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Through sleep-heavy eyes, you can barely make out the soft blue light of the clock. You’re warm, surrounded by plush blankets. There’s a comfortable pressure between your legs, but you slip back into a doze before you can register the pleasure creeping through your nerves.
You wake up properly this time, the clock immediately coming into focus. 2:23am. A quiet moan hums in your throat and you realize your hips are rolling. And you’re fucking soaked.
Throwing off the blankets, you rub your eyes and assess the damage. In your sleep, you wrapped yourself around the pillows on your boyfriend’s side of the bed. You’ve been humping them for god knows how long, and the damp heat between your legs has darkened both your underwear and the pillowcase.
You groan, frustration prickling. You're sweaty, sticky, swollen, and worst of all alone. When you kissed him goodnight a few hours ago, Hongjoong told you,
“I'm almost done, baby. I just need to add 2 more layers to this track. I'll be in bed soon, promise.”
Dirty rotten liar.
Your bare feet drag on the hallway rug and your fingers wrap around the cool metal of a doorknob. He doesn't deserve a knock. You push the door open but stay put, arms folded, squinting when the harsh LED screen stings your eyes.
He’s exactly where you left him, unfortunately looking even sexier. One hand draped on the keyboard, the other fisted in his hair. His glasses sit too low, displaying the dark rings under his eyes. He sits with one leg tucked into his chest, the seams of his sweatpants stretching between his open thighs.
Oblivious to you. Of course.
You loudly clear your throat and he startles a bit, noticing your displeased expression.
“Shit, I lost time. I’m sorry, I tried to call it quits but I couldn’t leave this unfinished, it doesn’t sound right yet—"
He stops when his eyes land on your lower body. Your thighs tense, instinctively trying to hide the mess in your underwear. But now both of you are keenly aware of the fabric clinging to the contours of your aching cunt.
“You are supposed to be in bed right now.”
Your scolding lacks force, coming out in a whinier tone than intended. Your voice is thin from drowsiness and want. The corner of his mouth lifts into a fond smirk.
“Miss me that bad, baby?”
That sends a shiver from your scalp to your toes, directly through the rising heat in your pelvis. His glassy, sleep-deprived eyes meet yours, pupils dilating.
You want to tease back, but it’s nearly 3am and your thoughts won’t organize. So you nod, sticking out your bottom lip. Pouting takes less energy. Hongjoong sighs.
“Okay, okay, I’m finishing this bar and then I'll be right there.”
His eyes snap back to the producing software, fingers dancing over the glowing keycaps once more. Your frustration flares. This is his game— strategically withdrawing his attention, coyly ignoring your signals until you’re begging, drooling, embarrassing yourself. Normally you’d play along, but you’ve been toyed with enough tonight. You cross the room, grab the arm of his chair, and spin it towards you. Before he can react, you straddle his thighs and sit forcefully and lean forward so your lips ghost over the helix of his ear. His shuddering exhale tickles your skin.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
You shift your weight, nestling your boyfriend’s cock between your bodies. He sighs at the pressure that rolls over his balls, and his hips twitch before he can catch himself. You shimmy again, stifling a pathetic sigh when you melt into him. Even soft, his bulge feels perfect pressing against your needy clit. Head lolling onto his shoulder, you gently rock your hips, instinctively resuming a sleepy rhythm. Warmth ripples from your core when you feel his heartbeat pulse through his cock. You moan softly, but stutter when his hands forcefully grab your hips.
“If you’re staying, you’re going to hold still. I'm working.”
“Joongie…” you whine.
“Don’t argue. Be good.” his voice lowers. “Let me finish this and you’ll get what you want.”
Forcing your body to still, you nod and nuzzle your face closer to his neck. The vibration of his pleased purr tickles your nose. He smells amazing–crisp cedar, sparkling citrus, and safety. The song he’s crafting is understated, sensual– melodic guitar swirling with thrumming bass. As he hardens beneath your warmth, you fall into hazy half-sleep, lulled by the creamy sound of his ceramic keycaps. You’re too comfortable to track time, too relaxed to resist the desire that seeps into your subconscious. Your fingers twitch, clutching the thick cotton of his t-shirt, and barely audible whimpers slip past your lips. His voice drifts into the current of your thoughts.
“You’re dreaming about me right now, aren’t you? You perfect little slut, soaking your panties in your sleep.”
His arms wrap around you, pressing your pliant body tighter against him.
“I’m almost done, baby. You’re gonna keep me warm until I’m ready to fuck you, okay? Your needy cunt will take me so easy, just let me in.”
Your body responds for you, letting your mind stay blissfully quiet. Your clit throbs against his knuckles when his hand creeps between your bodies, pulling the waistband of his sweatpants down. His flushed cock leaks with relief. He groans deep in his throat when your sticky heat envelopes his shaft.
“Fuck baby, you’re so wet, you’re getting me slick through the fabric.”
Slowly, his hips roll forward, coating the underside of his cock with your arousal. The aching friction scratches at your drowsy mind, but your body releases the tension with a drawn out moan–completely unregulated and saturated in lust that burns through your dreamscape.
Your underwear falls away. Cool air caresses your damp, swollen pussy, sending a shiver through you. Then a silky, radiating heat glides through your puffy walls. You huff shallow breaths against Hongjoong’s neck, thighs twitching, consciousness flickering.
“That’s it, honey. Shhh, shh… take Daddy’s cock. God, you feel like heaven.”
He bottoms out with a low moan, one arm clutching you to his chest like you are the only thing keeping him steady. The veil of sleep thins as you stretch around your boyfriend’s length. Your body has been craving this for hours. Finally you have something to hold onto–something filling the prickling emptiness.
“Mmmnnn… daddy…” you murmur. Your cunt flutters, and the spark of pleasure pulls you into awareness. When you lift your head, a string of saliva stretches between your mouth and your boyfriend’s shirt. His lips capture yours and his tongue guides your bottom lip between his teeth. Oxytocin floods your veins and your hips buck against him helplessly.
“Ah, ah–I didn’t say you could move.”
Strong arms pinning you in place, he bites down hard enough to make you yelp.
“You’ve got such a greedy pussy. Humping on my dick like a bitch in heat? I thought I trained you better.”
His icy tone cuts clean through your muddled thoughts. You freeze.
“Good. Stay like that.”
All that escapes your mouth is strangled whine. You divert every ounce of effort into holding still, but you still can’t manage to stop trembling. Tension coils in your belly like a molten hot spring being twisted into shape.
“Just a minute longer. Be patient.”
More pathetic sounds seep out of you. Your composure balances on a wire. You try to be good, you really do, but every cell in your body is begging for just a little more. Your walls clench, the deepest part of you acting with a will of its own.
“Daddy… I can’t, ah– I can’t help it,” you babble. “You feel too good…”
“Shit, baby,” he sighs. Still typing with one hand, he rolls his hips in a circle, unable to suppress a heated groan. “You make it so hard to focus.”
The agonizing drag of his cockhead against your G-spot melts your brain. You sense nothing but him–around you, inside you, engulfing you completely. Pumping bass vibrates the air. Your body automatically follows the rhythm, pulsing faster and harder, milking his cock from the inside. Your mouth goes slack against his ear and a desperate cry spills out.
“Please.”
He snaps. Growling, he grips you and thrusts so forcefully you see stars. Your contracting muscles rip a gasp from his lungs. His hips snap into you feverishly, all gentleness gone.
“What, you can’t go a minute without begging? You need more? You’re getting everything—fuuuuuck…”
His fingers knit themselves into the hair at the base of your skull, tugging so your spine arches into him. His cock punches deeper into your core. Both of you pant like dogs, grunting and whining over the looping track.
“Take it, baby, take it… oh fuck–”
“Ah–ah–yes—ahhh…”
He throbs inside you, rapidly approaching the edge. Thighs spasming, thrusts fueled by base instinct, he uses your pussy like a custom made toy. His hand slips under your shirt to grasp your chest and pinch an oversensitive nipple. Your entire body shudders, then clamps like a vice.
“Oh my god daddy–”
“Yeah? You like that? You’re so fucking tight, holy shit I’m–mmnnngghh fuck baby… cum on me, cum on my cock, come apart for me baby, let me feel it.”
Your body obeys. Your orgasm crashes into you like a breaking wave, bliss bubbling through every nerve. Your walls pulsate rapidly, tipping your boyfriend over the edge. Eyes rolling back, he keens your name, lost in his overwhelming release. Slick heat gushes into you and drips onto your shaking thighs. When the spasms of his climax subside, you collapse into each other, floating in a gentle haze. Time fades, until the soft brush of his lips against yours makes your consciousness resurface.
“Let’s go to bed, baby.”
You groan in agreement but you’re too fucked out to move. His chest hums with a low chuckle and his hands slide under your thighs. He stands, lifting your body with his so your feet can find the floor. Your nose scrunches in annoyance, but his soft hands coax you to follow him down the hall. He’s perfect in these moments. Dimming the bathroom light so your eyes won’t hurt. Wiping you down with a warm washcloth. Pulling a clean shirt over your head and smoothing your hair. Hongjoong takes care of you like you’re the most precious thing in the world. You are, to him.
He carries you the rest of the way down the hall. In moments, you’re falling asleep again, cozy and safe, cocooned in your boyfriend’s arms. Finally, he’s right where he’s supposed to be.