When the Clock Strikes|Pi Han Ul x Reader|

(S02) Chapter 24

A sharp breath left my lips as my body tensed in anticipation. My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. He lifted his head, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Do you want me to?"

His question lingered between us, thick with meaning. He wasn’t just asking for permission—he was asking for trust. For surrender. For me to choose him, just as he was choosing me.

I swallowed hard, my lips parting.
"Go on"

Han Wool’s fingers hooked onto the thin fabric, his touch slow, deliberate. His lips grazed my ear as he whispered,

“Lift your hips for me.”

His voice alone sent a shiver down my spine, my breath hitching as I obeyed, lifting just enough for him to slide the fabric down. His fingers brushed against my skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

He moved carefully, his eyes never leaving mine as he dragged the last piece of clothing down my legs, past my knees, and finally off, letting it drop to the floor. The weight of the moment settled between us, thick with anticipation and something deeper—something that felt like trust, like surrender.

His gaze roamed over me, admiration and restraint flickering in his dark eyes. “How can someone be this beautiful?,” he murmured, his fingers trailing back up, tracing slow patterns along my thighs, his touch both soothing and electrifying.

He leaned down, his lips pressing soft, reverent kisses along my collarbone, my stomach, each touch igniting something deep within me. I felt exposed, vulnerable—but never unsafe. Because this was Han Wool. And I wanted this. I wanted him.

Han Wool’s hands trailed down my thighs, his touch slow, deliberate, as if savoring every inch of me. My breath hitched when he gently parted my legs, his warm fingers pressing into my skin, steady and unhurried.

His eyes met mine, dark and intense, silently asking for permission, for trust. My heart pounded as I gave a small, hesitant nod, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me.

A ghost of a smile touched his lips before he lowered himself, his breath warm against my skin. My entire body tensed in anticipation, a mix of nervousness and undeniable need coursing through me.

And then—

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as his mouth met my sensitive spot, his touch both gentle and consuming. Heat flooded my body, my hands reaching down instinctively, fingers threading through his hair as he moved with a slow, careful rhythm, as if learning every reaction, every unspoken desire.

I felt like I was unraveling, piece by piece, lost in the sensation, in him.

A shudder ran through me as his mouth explored me with slow, deliberate movements. My fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as waves of sensation coursed through my body.

"Han Wool—" My voice trembled, my breath uneven.

He hummed against my skin, the vibration sending a fresh surge of heat through me. His hands pressed into my thighs, steadying me as he continued, each movement controlled yet undeniably hungry.

I arched against him, my body responding before my mind could catch up. His name left my lips in a breathless whisper, and he lifted his gaze, dark eyes watching me with quiet intensity, as if memorizing every reaction, every sound.

"Relax, i only just started," he murmured, his voice thick with something unreadable, something that made my chest tighten.

My fingers curled tighter into his hair, my heart pounding, my body melting under his touch.