Annyeongz One-shots

13. Someone are horny

**MATURE CONTENT ⚠️**

Wonyoung watched from the bed as Yujin stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, droplets still clinging to the sharp lines of his collarbone. Exhaustion shadowed his eyes, but the moment they locked on her, something darker and hungrier flickered awake.

He crossed the room in long, deliberate strides and dropped onto the mattress beside her. Before she could speak, strong arms circled her waist and tugged her flush against his chest.

“Will you be mine tonight?” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear. His voice had dropped into that low, gravelly register that always made her thighs press together.

Wonyoung tilted her head, letting a teasing smile curl her lips. “Ohhh… did I make someone horny out of nowhere?”

Yujin’s chuckle vibrated against her throat. “You already know exactly what I want, don’t you?” His fingers toyed with the top button of her silk pyjama shirt. “So… are you stripping for me, or do I get to unwrap you myself?”

“Your help,” she whispered, voice already breathier than she intended.

His smile turned wicked. He dipped his head and began a slow, deliberate path of open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down the sensitive column of her neck. When he reached the spot just below her ear he sucked hard—hard enough to pull a sharp gasp from her—then soothed the blooming mark with a slow, wet drag of his tongue.

Button by button, her shirt parted under his fingers. Cool air kissed her newly bared skin, followed immediately by the scorching heat of his mouth as he kissed a trail down the centre of her chest. He peeled the fabric off her shoulders, then tugged her pyjama pants down her legs in one smooth motion, leaving her in only pale lace panties.

“You’re mine tonight, Jang Wonyoung,” he growled against her sternum, voice thick with want.

He shed his own towel and climbed over her, every inch of his carved body on display—broad shoulders, tight waist, the deep cuts of his abdomen flexing with each controlled breath. Wonyoung’s mouth went dry. She’d always known he was beautiful, but seeing him like this—hard, flushed, and entirely focused on her—sent heat pooling low in her belly.

She closed her eyes as he lowered himself, their breaths mingling. Then his lips crashed into hers.

The kiss was filthy from the start—wet, hungry, tongues sliding together with no pretence of gentleness. Moans spilled into each other’s mouths; the slick sounds of lips and tongues filled the quiet bedroom. Yujin’s hand slid to the nape of her neck, fingers threading into her hair so he could angle her head exactly how he wanted, deepening the kiss until she was arching beneath him.

“Tilt your head, baby,” he rasped against her lips.

She obeyed instantly. He rewarded her by dragging his mouth back to her throat, sucking another dark bruise into the skin just above her collarbone while his free hand roamed—palming her breast, thumb circling the already stiff peak until she whimpered.

Wonyoung pressed a hand to his chest, breathing hard. “We… we’re not going all the way tonight, right?”

Yujin stilled. He lifted his head, eyes dark and glassy with arousal, but the concern was instant. “I’m trying so fucking hard to keep myself in check,” he admitted, voice rough. “You make it impossible. But I’m not pushing you. Never. If you’re not ready, we stop. I just want—”