𑣲┆park sunghoon

the front door had barely clicked shut behind you before the heavy, stifling atmosphere of the apartment hit you all at once. it had been a brutally long day at work, and you were completely exhausted, but the thick, sweet, and overwhelmingly potent scent of sunghoon’s heat hanging in the air instantly made your stomach drop. the flat was quiet, but it was a loaded, heavy sort of silence that let you know exactly what state your boyfriend was in before you even made it past the entryway.

before you could even drop your keys on the table, the soft patter of hurried, unsteady footsteps echoed down the hall. sunghoon practically threw himself at you, his radiatingly hot arms wrapping desperately around your waist as he buried his flushed, feverish face straight into your neck. he was trembling violently, his skin burning straight through his clothes as he let out a broken, high-pitched whimper that vibrated against your skin, his entire body going completely weak and pliant against yours the exact second he tasted your scent.

he was utterly consumed by his cycle, his fingers bunching tightly into the fabric of your shirt as he dragged his face along your jawline, desperately seeking a scent gland to nuzzle against. he was completely unraveled, his breathing shallow and needy as he leaned his full, heat-weakened weight into you, his hips twitching with a frantic, subconscious urge that he was trying so hard to control. he was begging for touch, completely desperate and entirely at your mercy, his usual cool composure completely replaced by a raw, submissive heat delirium that made him melt right into the floorboards at your feet.

🍥 ࣪ ָ 𖦹 ۪ ࣪ ִ さ

"please... you're finally home," sunghoon murmured, his voice strained as he held onto you tightly, seeking comfort from the overwhelming exhaustion and fever. "everything feels so intense right now, and i just needed you here. let's just sit down, please don't leave my side until this passes."