odette

You're scrolling mindlessly through your phone, resting with your legs bent on the couch as the TV plays softly in the background. The front door suddenly rattles open, breaking the comfortable silence.

Jungwon stumbles in, his usually perfect composure completely shattered. His hair is disheveled, shirt wrinkled, and he leans against the doorframe for support. The faint smell of alcohol hits you immediately.

"Jungwon?" you ask, setting your phone aside. "Are you okay?"

He turns his head slowly, eyes struggling to focus on you. A goofy grin spreads across his face as he pushes off the doorframe and makes his way toward you, moving with an unsteady gait.

"Y/N!" he exclaims, louder than necessary. "I missed you."

You can't help but smile a little. You've never seen him like this; your perfect, always composed boyfriend completely wasted. It's almost endearing.

He collapses onto the couch beside you, immediately wrapping his arms around your legs and resting his chin on your knees . "You know I love you so much," he mumbles looking at you with drunken affection. "You so pretty and sweet…How can I not love you?"

His hands begin wandering, sliding from your legs down to your thighs, the tip of his fingers sneaking in your shorts. His touch becomes more deliberate, more purposeful.

"Jungwon," you start, but he cuts you off by biting your knee.

"I want you," he whispers, voice low and husky. "Always want you."

His hands grow bolder, slipping deeper teasing the edge of your panties. The cute, drunken clinginess has transformed into something more intimate, something hungry. His eyes, now dark with desire, lock onto yours as he hovers above you.

"You have no idea," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "How much I wanted to ditch my friends to be with you. I think i’m really gone for you."

Without warning, he stands, pulling you up with him. His strength surprises you despite his intoxicated state. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he carries you toward the bedroom, his lips claiming yours in a demanding kiss that leaves no room for questions about his intentions.

He kicks the bedroom door shut behind you, the sound echoing in the quiet room. He sets you down on your feet, but his hands immediately frame your face, pulling you into another deep, possessive kiss. His usual gentle touch is gone, replaced by a raw urgency that makes your head spin.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt, toying with it for a moment before slowly, torturously lifting it upward.

"Jungwon, wait," you protest weakly, placing your hands over his to stop him. "You're drunk."

He chuckles, a low, throaty sound that vibrates against your lips. "Drunk on you, maybe," he murmurs, easily bypassing your resistance and pulling the shirt over your head. "Don't you want this? Don't you want me?" He asks with those stupid booba eyes fixing you…he knew how weak you were for his needy look.

Your body betrays you, a shiver running through you at his words. Despite your hesitation, desire pools low in your belly, and you find yourself nodding almost imperceptibly.

"That's what I thought," he says with a smirk, his hands moving to the waistband of your shorts. He takes his time, fingers brushing against your skin as he teasingly pinch the side of your waist, then slowly pulls down your shorts. "My body burns for you and only you. I can’t resist you."

You can only manage a weak whimper as he slides your shorts down your legs, his eyes never leaving yours. He kneels before you, pressing soft kisses to your hips, your stomach, your thighs, each one making you tremble with need.

"I've hold myself back," he admits, his voice thick with desire. "I didn’t wanted to selfishly give in to my desire. What if this side of me scares you? "

He rises back to his full height, capturing your lips again as his hands explore your body with renewed purpose. His kisses trail down your neck, across your collarbone, and then…oh god…his lips find your ears.

You gasp, your body arching against him as he nibbles gently on the sensitive skin. "There it is," he whispers against your ear. "You’re so sensitive here, it’s so cute."

His hands roam freely now, cupping your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples through your bra. "You like this, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Like me touching you, wanting you. I bet you're already wet for me, aren't you?"

You can only moan in response, your mind too foggy with desire to form coherent words. He backs you until you hit the edge of the bed and eventually fall on the mattress with him following you.

"Answer me," he demands, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Are you wet for me, Y/N?"

"Yes," you gasp, the admission tearing from your throat. "God, yes."

He chuckles again, clearly pleased with your response. "Good girl."

He begins his descent then, kissing a slow path down your body. His lips brush against your stomach, your hips, your thighs, each touch deliberate and teasing. When he finally reaches his destination, he looks up at you, eyes dark with hunger.

"Please," you whisper, already knowing what he's going to do.

"Please what?" he asks, though you know damn well what he means.

"Please, Jungwon," you beg, your hips shifting restlessly. "Don't tease."

He smirks, clearly enjoying your desperation. "But I like seeing you beg," he admits, his breath hot against your most sensitive flesh. "I like knowing how much you want me."

He continues his teasing, his fingers tracing patterns on your inner thighs, his mouth so close yet so far from where you need him most. "Please," you beg again, your voice breaking. "Please, Jungwon. I need you."

Finally, he takes pity on you, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The contact is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. He starts slow, gentle licks that gradually increase in intensity, his hands holding your hips steady as he devours you.

"God, you taste sweeter than usual," he murmurs against you before diving back in with renewed enthusiasm.

His tongue explores every inch of you, circling your clit before delving inside you. He establishes a rhythm that has you writhing beneath him, your hands tangling in his hair as you pull him closer. When he begins to tongue fuck you in earnest, you cry out, your back arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over you as his hand press on your lower belly.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice muffled against you. "Come for me, Y/N. Let me taste you."

And with a few more skilled movements of his tongue, you do, crying out his name as your orgasm rips through you, leaving you trembling and breathless beneath him.

You're still trembling from your orgasm when he rises above you, his eyes dark with a hunger you've never seen before. He positions himself between your legs, the tip of his hard cock teasing at your entrance, sliding back and forth along your wetness but not entering.

"Jungwon," you whimper, still sensitive from his earlier attention. "Please..."

"Is that it?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "Use your words, Y/N."

"I want you inside me," you admit, your cheeks flushing at the boldness of your words.

He smirks, clearly pleased with your response. "As you wish."

With one powerful thrust, he buries himself deep inside you. The sudden fullness makes you gasp, a sharp pain mixing with intense pleasure. It's nothing like your usual gentle lovemaking, this is raw, primal, almost punishing.

"God, you're so tight," he groans, pausing for a moment to let you adjust before beginning to move. "You take my dick well. Keep going just like that."

He starts slow, then gradually increases his pace until he's pounding into you with a force that steals your breath. Each thrust pushes you deeper into the mattress, your body rocking with the intensity of his movements. It hurts, but it's a delicious pain that only heightens your pleasure.

"You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "Like me fucking you hard, using you like the little slut you are."

Your eyes widen at his words. Never has he spoken to you like this, never has he been so vulgar, so demanding. But god help you, you do like it. You like it a lot.

"Answer me," he demands, his hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, just holding you in place as he rolls his hips in circles. "Do you like me fucking you like this?"

"Yes," you gasp, your voice barely audible. "God, yes."

"Good girl," he praises, his pace quickening. "Because I've been wanting to do this for so long. To fuck you properly, not that gentle shit we usually do."

His words shock you, but they also turn you on more than you'd ever admit. You've always known Jungwon as the perfect boyfriend: sweet, gentle, considerate. But this... this is someone else entirely. Someone who needed the roughness and passion.

With a final, powerful thrust, he pulls out, stroking himself quickly before spilling his hot cum across your stomach. The sight of it, marking you as his sends another wave of desire through him.

Before you can recover, he's leaning down, his mouth finding your neck, your shoulders, your breasts, biting, sucking, marking you as his. You know you'll have bruises tomorrow, visible proof of his roughness, and the thought excites you more than it should.

"Turn over," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.

You comply, flipping onto your stomach and rising onto your hands and knees. He enters you from behind with one smooth thrust, his hands gripping your hips as he begins to pound into you again. This angle allows him deeper access, each thrust hitting places inside you that make you see stars.

His hands move from your hips to your arms, pinning them behind your back with one hand as the other continues to hold you steady. The restriction adds a new dimension to your pleasure, the slight discomfort mixing with the intense sensations he's creating.

"You’re clenching a lot," he growls, his pace relentless. "Didn’t know I had to treat you like a dog in heat for you to lose it. You’re so fucking easy."

You can only moan in response, your mind too foggy with pleasure to form coherent words.

Then you feel it, his thumb, circling your tight asshole, teasing, probing. You tense at the unfamiliar sensation, but he doesn't stop.

"Relax," he commands, his voice softening slightly. "Let me in."

You try to obey, taking a deep breath and consciously relaxing your muscles. His thumb presses deeper, breaching the tight ring of muscle as he continues to fuck you from behind. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, sending you closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he demands, his thumb now fully inside you, moving in rhythm with his cock. "Come on my cock like the good little slut you are."

His words, combined with the intense sensations, push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you, more powerful than anything you've experienced before. You cry out his name, your body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.

He follows you with a guttural groan, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside you. For a moment, you both collapse onto the bed, panting and spent.

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– HIGHSCHOOL – 

I never went to parties. Too loud. Too crowded. Too unpredictable. But tonight felt different, I wanted to see what it was like, to live like Ava, to pretend I wasn’t just… invisible. 

Ava disappeared somewhere in the crowd of people, laughing with her friends like she belonged here. I didn’t have friends. Not really. Not yet. My feet carried me toward a group of teens gathered around on the floor, laughing and joking over some game, Truth or Dare I heard. Maybe if I sat with them, I could… blend in. 

That’s when he came over. 

Jungwon. The name felt familiar, but I couldn’t place it. He smiled easily at the group, leaned back casually, the kind of guy everyone seemed to know. People called his name, waved, and laughed. He was… popular. Confident. Effortlessly magnetic. 

I froze for a second, unsure whether to approach or retreat. But before I could decide, he looked up and caught my gaze. And for the briefest moment, it felt like recognition or maybe it was just curiosity. 

He barely smiled at me nodding his head to an empty spot for me to sit and turned his focus back on the group as he spun the bottle. I thought I’d stuck around for a few minutes of the game. That was long enough. Time to get out of here and look for Ava, tell her I felt sick so she could get me back home.  

I looked back at the bottle when he caught me staring again. I watched it twirl quickly at first, then slower until it stopped. It was pointed at me.  

“Oh my God,” the girl beside me said. “You lucky bitch.”  

Jungwon who was across the circle, lifted an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face as screams and hollers of excitement followed. He downed whatever he was drinking and passed the cup to the boy beside him as he stood.  

The girl beside me took my cup. “Get up! Go!” I obeyed, because I didn’t know what was going on. I’d naïvely thought this was a game of Truth or Dare that someone would ask me a question, and I would get to choose but apparently, I was wrong.  

A chant began, and a flush crept up my neck as I realized I was very, very wrong about what was going to happen. The girl I’d sat beside sniffed my drink. “Your sister’s going to kill you.” She was laughing, though. I was ushered across the room, and the screaming got louder.  

Seven Minutes in Heaven. That’s the game we were playing, not Truth or Dare. I’d never kissed anyone. People patted Jungwon on the back and made lewd, suggestive comments. I suddenly felt panicked as he stepped into a closet and someone shoved me in there with him. There was no way to avoid touching him as the door slammed closed and darkness swallowed us. I felt around, trying to make space among the winter coats. My hand connected with soft cotton and hard muscle.  

I was overwhelmed and terrified at the same time. “Hey, hey, relax.” He covered my hand with his. It was warm. Rough. “Are you afraid of the dark?” He whispered. The small space was suddenly illuminated by the glow of his phone as he turned it on.  

“No,” I muttered.  

“Me neither. But I don’t like small spaces.” He rested his shoulder against the door. I reached for the knob, but he stopped me. “Don’t bother. They locked it from the outside. We’re trapped in here together.”  

The word trapped sent a shiver down my spine. His gaze was lazy and a little unfocused as it traveled over my face. He typed on his phone. I did know him, I realized. Last year he’d gone to my school festival with Ava. He used to flick my ponytail every time I was in front of him. Not in a mean way, more in a teasing fond. He’d winked at me once. I didn’t know if he remembered.  

“What are you doing,” I whispered.  

“Setting an alarm for six minutes from now.”  

“Why?”  

“Cause I don’t think you really want to make out with me for the next seven, based on how freaked out you look, and I can’t lose face.”  

“What?”  

“Don’t worry. When my alarm goes off, all I’m gonna do is make it look like we’ve been making out the entire time, kay?” He shoved his phone in his pocket, blanketing us in darkness once again. I felt the warmth of his fingertips down my arm, and goosebumps broke out across my skin. He spoke in a whisper I could barely hear because of the noise beyond the door. “I feel like I know you. What’s your name?”  

“I’m Y/N.”  

“Ava’s little sister?”  

“Yeah.”  

“She’s pretty much obsessed with me, isn’t she?”  

“What? I don’t know-”  

He huffed a little laugh. “Never mind. Maybe she never mentioned me like that to you. Tho I think it was pretty obvious, she even talked about it to our teachers” I giggled and clapped a hand over my mouth. “You think I’m funny?” His smile made his dimples pop out.  

I nodded but realized he couldn’t see me, so I responded with a quiet yes. He took my hand and played with my fingers. It was a heady feeling that made the hair rise on my neck and my skin shiver. “Has anyone ever kissed you before, Y/N?”  

“No.”  

“I should be sorry I’m gonna be your first, then.” He lifted my hand, and I felt his hot breath on my fingertips, then softness as they brushed against something. It was his lips, I realized.  

“Why?” My voice didn’t sound like it belonged to me.  

“Because I’m going to take something you can’t ever get back.”  

“What if I tell you it’s okay to take it? Would that make you feel better?” 

 “Not really.” He dropped my hand, and I felt his fingers in my hair, tugging gently on the end of my ponytail, then moving down to my shoulder. I was wearing Ava’s top. It had thin straps, ones my mom wouldn’t approve of. It was too big on me, and it came down too low.  

“Why not?” I asked.  

“Because I’m not sorry the way I should be.” His fingers followed the strap all the way down to where my heart was, then moved back up, traveling along my neck to my jaw until his thumb skimmed my bottom lip. I shivered. “Oh.” His chuckle was dark like a night with no stars. “One day, when I will be famous, you can tell your friends I kissed you in a closet.” 

 His phone beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and silenced it. “Time’s almost up, pretty Y/N.” He skimmed my arms, and when he reached my hands, he drew them up, clasping them behind his neck. “Keep them right there, okay? Don’t move them, please.”  

“Why not?”  

“Because that feels nice, and I want this to be perfect.”  

“Okay.” I didn’t really understand what that meant, but I followed his directions, my tummy flipping over and over as I pushed up on my toes in order to link my fingers. He was taller than me; it brought me right up against his body. Fear and excitement merged. He released a shaky breath and ground out a curse that made me blush.  

Once again I felt his fingertips on my cheek. The pads were rough, but the touch was gentle. “Tilt your chin up for me,” he whispered, guiding me with his thumb along my jaw. I did as he asked, shaking. My mouth was dry. I wet my lips with my tongue. My head felt light. “You okay?” I felt his warm, humid breath against my neck.  

“Uh-huh.” I gave a tiny nod.  

“Don’t be scared.” His lips touched my cheek. “I won’t hurt you.” The next brush of his lips found the corner of my mouth. I sucked in a breath as weird tingles shot through me. He pressed his lips against mine, and the tingles became tiny explosions. After a few seconds, he pulled back. “That wasn’t too bad, was it?”  

“No.” It came out a whisper. I wanted him to do it again.  

“This time when I kiss you, will you open your mouth a little?”  

“Okay.”  

He pressed his lips to mine again. This time he pulled my bottom lip between his. I did what he asked and parted mine. His tongue touched my top lip, and I gasped. Then I felt the gentle, hot sweep of his tongue in my mouth. I gripped the back of his neck, and his arm came around me, hugging me close. His other hand came up to cradle the back of my head. He made a sound like he was in pain and angled my head to the side, his tongue sweeping my mouth again and again. On the next slow stroke, I pressed my tongue forward, mimicking his movements, and his arm tightened around me further. There was no space between our bodies, and heat seemed to be building inside me, along with an ache low in my stomach and a wildness I hadn’t known existed until then.  

His phone beeped again, and he made another sound, this time almost whiny, and a trickle of regret made me hold on to him tighter.  The door was yanked open, darkness giving way to light that blinded me. Jungwon tried to grab for the handle to shut us back in, but my stepsister Ava was right there, pushing her way between us. She yanked me away by the arm, and I stumbled back, off balanced.  

“Y/N! What the hell is wrong with you?” she yelled. She flattened her palm against Jungwon’s chest and shoved him away when he reached for me again. “Don’t touch my sister.”  

I got one last glimpse of him as she dragged me away through the crowd of screaming teenagers. He swiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark eyes locked on mine. The emotions I saw there were staggering, everything from hunger to anger filtering through. I swear he mouthed I’m still not sorry before I disappeared into the crowd. 

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– COLLEGE – 

The first semester of college had been… strange. I was a little more confident than back in high school, maybe even a little sociable, but the old habits are hard to die and staying in the shadows was one of them. Ava had made her dislike clear, whatever protection and affection she’d once feigned had turned into open disdain. I didn’t mind. I had to survive without her anyway. 

When my friend invited me to a party, I almost said no. But the idea of being somewhere, of testing myself, won. I put on something comfortable but not forgettable and stepped into the chaos of music and laughter. 

And then I saw him. 

Jungwon. A little taller now, broader shoulders, older, that same confident aura, that same smile that haunted me till now. He was surrounded by people, jokes flying, handshakes, laughter, the same effortless magnetism. My stomach tightened, the memory of that closet flooding back, but I didn’t let it show. 

He noticed me, I was sure of it. Every now and then, his gaze flicked my way, a half-smile tugging at his lips, but whenever he approached, I’d drift, lean, excuse myself, anything to avoid a direct confrontation. I couldn’t explain why; something about him unsettled me, made me aware of that shy, trembling version of myself I thought I’d left behind. 

The party blurred into a mix of games, laughter, and drunken dares, until someone suggested...again...7 Minutes in Heaven. My stomach twisted. My heart was too familiar with the rules. And then the bottle spun. 

It slowed. It stopped. On us. 

I froze. People were cheering and laughing, but for me, it just felt like a loop I had to live again. I didn’t move immediately, letting someone else grab my arm. Jungwon, calm and easy, caught my gaze. 

“Of course,” I muttered under my breath, following him into the empty bedroom upstairs. The air smelled faintly of air freshener and sweat, but it didn’t matter. I could feel the tension radiating from him, thick and magnetic. 

He leaned against the door and crossed his arms. “You’ve been avoiding me all night,” he said, voice low, teasing, yet edged with accusation. 

“I… shouldn’t even be here,” I said, looking down at my hands. “I know how Ava felt about you. I shouldn’t…” 

He raised a brow, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Shouldn’t what? Talk to me? Avoid me? Run in the other direction like you always do?” 

“I-” I stopped. My cheeks warmed. “I just… I didn’t want to make things weird.” 

He shook his head slowly, almost amused. “Weird? You think avoiding me makes this less weird?” He stepped closer, and I had no room to retreat. “Do you know why I keep chasing you, Y/N?” 

I swallowed. My throat was dry. “Why?” 

His smile softened, but there was an intensity in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. “Because I’ve been waiting since that closet.” 

The words hit me like a cold wind. That night, the panic, the thrill, the first brush of his lips, it hadn’t been forgotten. It hadn’t been casual. He’d remembered. He’d pinned on me. And apparently, he never stopped. 

I wanted to retreat, but I couldn’t. And maybe, for the first time, I didn’t want to. 

The room felt smaller than it should have, but maybe that was just me. Every sound from the party beyond the door seemed distant, irrelevant, like the world had shrunk to just him and me. 

“You’ve changed,” he said, leaning casually against the wall, but his eyes never left mine. “A little more… visible than I expected.” 

I let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, well… college does that.People expect you to… exist.” My words sounded hollow, even to me. 

He tilted his head, studying me. “You’ve always existed, Y/N. You just… hid it really well.” 

I swallowed, my throat tight. “I guess I was scared. Scared of… of making waves, of standing out, of disappointing people. Ava included.” 

“And now?” His gaze sharpened. “Are you still scared?” 

I hesitated. Being honest with myself was harder than I expected. I wanted to admit everything; the way my chest had tightened seeing him, the way I’d avoided him all night, the thrill and fear mixed together when he was near. But words were tricky 

“I… I don’t know,” I whispered finally.  

“Honesty.” He asked with confidence. 

I hesitated before saying, “Maybe a little. But maybe not the same way anymore.” 

A slow smile tugged at his lips, like he’d been waiting for that exact admission. “Good,” he said softly. “I like a little honesty. Makes the next part… more interesting.” 

My stomach twisted, a mix of anticipation and nerves, and I realized I hadn’t moved an inch since we’d stepped inside. Every instinct screamed at me to retreat, but something in the way he looked at me rooted me in place. 

He pulled out his phone, the glow illuminating his sharp eyes in the dim room. “Timer’s going on,” he said, tapping the screen. His eyes locked on mine again, unblinking. “Six minutes. Let’s see how honest you can really be, Y/N.” 

And with that, the quiet countdown began, and the room felt smaller, heavier, and impossibly electric. 

I didn’t know how it happened. One second, we were talking standing in the middle of the room. The second after we were naked devouring each other on the bed. 

He made a deep sound. His hand moved down between our bodies, and I thought he was about to shoo me away, but his head dipped forward and his fingers tightened around his balls. “I want to fuck you,” he said into my hair. “Please, let me fuck you.” I simply nodded.  

It was beautiful, having him on top of me. He was so wide and heavy; I’d have expected feeling constrained, unpleasantly held down, but there was none of that. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tipped my chin up to kiss him, let him press me into the mattress and deliciously contained me. And then, when his stomach slid across mine, I got a stab of panic.  

“Wait.” He stopped instantly. Looked down at me, watchful.  

“If it’s not good you will let me know, right?” He laughed against my lips. 

 “Y/N, if you think it won’t be good for me because you’re a virgin, you’re wrong. I like it very much.” 

 “But if-”  

“Yeah.” He eased my legs open, or maybe they spread all on their own. His cock pushed against my abdomen first and then slid down the wet mess of my folds, slotted against my entrance. “I will.”  

It suddenly seemed improbable that this was going to work. He was much bigger than I thought. This was a physical impossibility. That, or it was going to hurt like hell. And this is the part of sex I’ve always feared; someone pushing inside me, and me struggling to adjust, to keep up, to accept. I imagined it would be the same, and for a split second I wondered if I could have bear it, not liking this. With Jungwon. It was new, worrying about such a thing. I was contemplating it, vaguely dumbfounded, when something changed.  

Jungwon pressed into me. The head of his cock slid inside, just one or two inches. My body contracted around him in a small spasm. I let out a choked cry, and he slurred something that sounds like “Fuck” against my cheek. I arched into him as air rushed out of my lungs, trying to get closer, trying to chase that feeling. This was...nice. Really, really nice. Unprecedentedly nice. Maybe I was just wet enough, maybe I was more relaxed than ever, but he was not even halfway inside and I was fluttering around him, the tingling of an orgasm already deep inside my belly.  

“Holy fuck,” Jungwon rasped, and helped me go after whatever this was. His hand slipped between us, thumb pressing against my clit, and I tightened even more around him, a needy whimper coming out of my throat, mixing with his loud groan. My head blacked out. I was confused. Dizzy. I didn’t think I came, but this was good in a way I couldn’t even begin to think. This felt right, and my body knew, because it welcomed Jungwon inside like It’s always been waiting for it.  

“Is it all in?” He shook his head. I considered laughing in his face, telling him that he was lying, but he was in no shape to do so. His eyes were glassy. The arm he has propped himself up on was shaking on the side of my head, like the effort to pace himself was somewhere above impossible. “You’re...big.” He nodded, like he knew, and it didn’t mattered. My nipples were hard against his chest, and the contact was exquisite. I could have come just from this; rubbing myself against him. I let out a weak laugh.  

“Is this what sex feels like?” I asked, moving my hips, circling, tipping back and forth, just to see where this could have ended up going. The possibilities were tantalizing.  

“If it’s a good thing for you, then yes that’s what sex feels like.” He told me, voice deep and shaky, and then he was kissing me hard, his tongue licking inside my mouth, and after a few seconds of that I was softer, I was open, I was lost, and it took only two upward thrusts, one forceful and the other almost accidental. Then I was taking him right to the hilt, feeling his sack flush against me, and it felt like something dreamt, something meant to be. 

 “Fuck,” he murmured again, but I barely heard him. I focused on my own body, the way it was stretched full. I felt Jungwon in the bones of my skull, in the tips of my toes, and everywhere in between. I squirmed, fluttered gently around him, and even though I’ve never been this close to anyone else, it was still not enough. He must have known, because he gathered me off the mattress in his arms. I was completely, utterly surrounded by him, by the perfect tension of this moment, and Jungwon began to push in and out of me, in and out, delicious rhythm and drawn-out friction. I couldn’t take it. It was too brilliantly, stupidly good. My head rolled back against the pillow, and his lips found my jaw, nipped my collarbone, and bit my neck. 

 “I’m only going to fuck you, Y/N.” He licked the hollow of my throat. “Between today and the day I die, I’m going to fuck you and only you.” I nodded. Letting him know that he could.  

There was a tight, liquid pool blooming inside my stomach, twitches of pleasure making their way down my limbs, surging up my spine. I reached for Jungwon again, pulled him to me for the kisses I wanted, but it didn’t work. We were too raw, too new at this, too desperate to catch every drop of this. Our lips pressed together, then they paused.  

“Can you come like this?” He asked, his breath a hot wash against my ear. I was drifting away. “Y/N.” His body trembled around mine. On the verge of tipping over. “Can you come this way?”  

“I don’t know. I- maybe?” I was close, I thought. About to snap. It was phenomenal, the way he hit everywhere inside me at once and I just needed a little more...just a little more... 

“Shit.” His thrusts quickened, he buried his face in my throat, and I thought he was getting close. I thought he didn’t expected it. He didn't want to come, not yet, but this might have been fully out of his control. And it was what I wanted. To see him lost, without this confidence on his face.  

“You’re good. This is good,” I urged him, and the word is such a poorly substitute when what I meant was This is the best thing I’ve ever felt and Thank you and Whatever you want, really, whatever you want, just take it.  

“Fuck,” he said again, and I saw it in his face, the second it was all over for him. His hand closed around my hip, holding me to him while he pressed as far as he could go, and then I felt his cock jump in quick, jerky movements. “Y/N.”  

I was moaning. He was gasping. His skin slid against mine, sweaty, and my body clamped down on him. His back tensed, and I held him while his hips turned erratic, then stopped, then... The heat spreading inside me came to a halt. I watched Jungwon’s eyes go blank, felt him bite my collarbone like I was his anchor, like he wanted to be reminded that I was really here.  

I held him to myself until his orgasm died down to a few clumsy, involuntary thrusts. I was still buzzing with fuming, unsnapped tension. And it should have been frustrating, it was frustrating that he came and I didn’t, that there was heat pushing against the seams of me. But I would have lied if I didn’t said that he made my first time the most mind-blowing experience I’ve ever had in my life.  

And after a moment he pulled out, breaths rapid and choppy, and looked down at me. His expression was shaken, a little astonished. “Shit,” he breathed into my neck, his heart a drum against my skin. I couldn’t stop trembling. “I’m sorry.”  

“It’s okay. I-” He pushed my legs open with his palms, and I arched when he slid two of his fingers inside me, feeling blissfully full again.  

He could kiss me properly now, soft, deep, hungry, and says, “Let me- I’m going to-” He was more out of it than anything else. I was wet with his come and my own slick, and he drew fast, beautiful circles around my clit that immediately pushed me over the edge.  

I came. For the first time in my life, I came and that sensation was inexplicable in the best way possible. When I came back to myself, the room was quiet in a way that felt unreal. The music downstairs was muffled now, distant. I was tangled in his arm, my head resting against Jungwon’s chest as his fingers traced slow, absent shapes along my arm. 

He wasn’t rushed. Or smug. Or careless. He was gentle in a way that surprised me. 

“Hey,” he murmured, brushing his thumb under my chin when my breathing stuttered. “You okay?” 

I nodded, then froze as a sudden thought hit me. My head snapped toward the nightstand where his phone laid. “The timer,” I said, panic blooming sharp and fast. “Jungwon, the timer—” 

He smiled, lazy and reassuring, his head turned to the door. “Locked it from the inside,” he said. “Relax. No one’s barging in.” 

My shoulders sagged, relief rushing through me. He pulled me closer, pressing a kiss in the corner of my mouth and stayed like that for a moment. 

“You hungry?” he asked eventually, like the question mattered just as much as everything else that had happened. “There’s a food stall a couple blocks away. Open late. We could sneak out.” 

It was such a simple suggestion. Food. Walking. Just us. 

I smiled into his chest. “Yeah,” I said softly. “I’d like that.” 

As we got dressed, as he laced his fingers through mine without making a big deal out of it, I realized that maybe I did pin on him too all this time. That from the moment we kissed in this closet, I was bound to live in this loop and change the ending.  

Walking out into the night beside Jungwon, the city warm and alive around us, I found myself looking forward instead of back. I felt better.  

Sunghoon, with his effortless charm and silver-spoon origins, had always been surrounded by luxury. His path to the top was paved with privilege; he never had to struggle or scrape by, his every need catered to from an early age. He glided onto the ice with an air of nonchalance, his routines executed with the kind of polish that came from years of top-tier coaching and expensive training facilities.

In contrast, your journey to the elite level was marked by grit and determination. Each routine was the result of countless hours of practice on less-than-ideal rinks and under the scrutiny of a modest budget. You had worked tirelessly, often sacrificing personal comfort and financial stability to reach the same heights as Sunghoon. Every jump, every spin, was a testament to your resilience and relentless effort.

Off the ice, tensions were even higher. Sunghoon's casual arrogance clashed with your no-nonsense attitude. While he was used to people bending over backwards to accommodate him, you often felt you had to assert your value and demand respect that should have been freely given. Conversations between the two of you, when they happened, were laced with hostility, each remark carefully measured and barbed.

Things weren’t always like that though, in fact, they were the complete opposite. You and Sunghoon used to be very close, a rock to each other on the rink. He was your partner, after all. But as the years went on and pressure to be perfect rose, you grew apart. The distance between you caused a sour taste in both of your mouths, but you stayed supportive to each other nonetheless. Until Sunghoon decided to do a complete 180 one day. He began throwing petty remarks at you whenever he could about whatever he could, and after a while, the remarks turned into forward insults, which you would then reciprocate. You’re not even sure where things went wrong between the two of you, some stupid rumour apparently. But that obviously wasn’t the case, not that you were going to get the truth out of him now.

"Again," Your coach snapped, his voice carrying an edge that cut through the silence. "You need to nail this lift."

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes as you approached him. "Is this really necessary? I mean, why can’t he just do this routine with someone else?"

Sunghoon shot you a look that was heavy and that carried opposition. "Maybe if you actually listened for once, we wouldn’t be stuck here."

You planted your hands on your hips, trying to ignore his gaze. "Oh, right. Because clearly, it's all my fault that you keep messing up the timing."

The two of you faced each other, locked in a silent battle that spoke volumes. This wasn’t just about figure skating; it was about clashing wills and unspoken grievances. You both knew that you needed each other to succeed, but the ice was a battleground where that truth was often buried beneath layers of resentment.

Sunghoon's eyes narrowed, and he skated back to the starting position. "From the top, then. And try not to mess up this time."

You forced yourself to take a deep breath, focusing on the smooth, fluid movements that you both needed to execute flawlessly. It was a routine you’d practiced countless times, but today, each misstep felt like a personal affront.

As the music began to play, the same haunting melody you had grown to loathe, you couldn't help but wonder if the real performance was not the one on the ice, but the one you two were constantly rehearsing off it: the delicate dance of patience and frustration, the unspoken challenge of learning to work together, despite the discord that seemed to define every practice. But once again, one of us messes up one too many times.

“This is ridiculous!” Coach pinches the bridge of his nose, obviously at widths end. “Can’t you two just get along? For the sake of the routine.”

“That’s like asking for blood from a stone.” Sunghoon scoffs. Coach lets out a defeated sigh, holding his hands in surrender.

“I’ll see you both next week.” He turns on his heel “And those cones need to go away, can you both put them in the locker rooms?”

Sunghoon grumbles under his breath, not liking the idea of having to be in an enclosed space alone with you, even if it only was for a few seconds. But knowing better than to argue with the coach, he picks up the cones and heads towards the lockers. He can feel you trailing closely behind him, your presence making his skin crawl. He quickens his pace, trying to put some distance between the two of you as you approach the desolate space. You push through the double doors, placing the cones down in the far corner before getting changed. It was the closing hour, so Sunghoon was in a particular rush, and knowing he couldn’t lock up without you was pissing him off.

“You can hurry up, you know. I don’t have all night.” He leans against the wall, folding his arms. But his impatience only makes you move slower. He huffs loudly, annoyed at your attempts to spite him. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“Obviously.”

Sunghoon pushes himself off the wall, taking a few steps closer to you. “Why do you have to be so difficult, huh? Can’t you just do what you’re told without being so annoying?”

“Not when you piss me off and rush me. Do you think I’m gonna listen to someone who’s rude to me?” You turn around to face him

He glares at you, his frustration growing by the second. “I’m rude to you because your no better.” he scoffs lowly “You act all sweet and innocent, but I know you, you’re just as stubborn and spiteful as I am.”

“Shut up.” You grit your teeth, turning away from him again to pack your bag.

“No, I won’t shut up, not when you won’t accept the truth.” He tsks, smirking slightly “You’re not the perfect little princess you pretend to be, it’s quite pathetic actually.”

“And your nothing more than a sad loser who thrives off of daddy’s money, isn’t that right?” You coo. This isn’t the first time you’ve brought up Sunghoon’s upbringing to gain the upper hand in an altercation. Sure, it’s a little low, but you deserve to poke at him after everything you’ve done to get here.

Sunghoon’s eyes darken, his jaw clenching. Calling him a loser was one thing, but to bring up his family and his background? “You know I hate it when you bring up money. You think I’m just some spoiled rich kid who had everything handed to him? You have no idea what I’ve been through.”

“Oh, don’t give me that bullshit Sunghoon. You should be grateful, some of us didn’t have money to aid them to where they are now.” You dig.

“You’re just jealous, aren’t you? Jealous that my life was easier than yours and your spiteful because I had money and opportunities you didn’t.” He laughs bitterly, stepping uncomfortably close to you. “You’re jealous that I’m better than you and I’ll always get further in this field than you ever will because I have actual talent. Talent that money didn't buy.”

“Fuck you.” You spit, shoving at his chest to create some more space between your heated bodies.

“Watch your mouth, princess. You don’t get to swear at me because you can’t accept the truth.” He closes that gap between you once again, pressing your back against a wall.

“You’re a lowlife Sunghoon and I fucking hate you.” You spit your venom at him, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you attempt to leave.

“You hate me, yeah? Well, I hate you too! I hate that you think you’re a perfect, good girl when all you do is put others down and tear them apart. You act all nice and innocent, but your just as cruel as I am. You can call me a low life all you want, YN, but at least I’m not a fake, two faced bitch!” He’s visibly angry, his eyebrows furrowed, and his pointed canines show as he retorts back. “don't push me.”

You scoff loudly, trying to cover up the obvious hurt in your voice as his words burn a hole in your chest. Part of you knew he was right, but another part of you knew that you only acted this way towards him because he made you like this. “Or what?”

“Or I might do something we’ll both regret.” Sunghoon’s eyes rake over your features as he pushes you further against the wall, completely closing any gap left between the two of you as his chest presses against yours, gripping your wrists. The tension between you was palpable, the air around you thick with anger and… desire? For a moment, his eyes flicker down to your lips before trailing back up to meet your eyes again, anger still present in both of you.

“Try me.”

That was all it took. All it took for Sunghoon to capture your lips in a rough and forceful kiss, a kiss fuelled by years of anger and pent-up need. His hands release your wrists, moving to grip your hips instead. Once your brain had fully processed the situation, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing him back.

He grips your hips tighter, pulling you closer and swiping his tongue along your lower lip. The simple action elicits a soft moan from you, allowing his tongue to greedily explore your mouth. His fingers begin to trace the outline of your curves and up the length of your arm before settling on your cheek, holding you in place whilst he tilts his head to practically swallow your tongue. The kiss was sloppy and messy, if anyone walked in and witnessed it, they might have internally retched. But it was perfect, every ounce of anger and hatred seemed to dissipate in that one moment, replaced only by the raw and primal need that had been building for years.

“God, I hate you,” He mumbled against your now swollen lips “I hate you so much…”

“I hate you too.” I mumble back, playing with the hair on the back of his nape as he pulls away fully

“Prove it.” Sunghoon can’t help the wicked smirk that forms on his lips, moving his hands back to your hips to allow his thumbs to trace small circles on the skin.

“Prove it?” You push him down onto the bench beneath you, landing with a soft grunt. “You really can’t play nice? can you?”

You hover over him, leaning down to kiss him softly, almost ghosting over his lips. Sunghoons breathe hitches. Despite the tension earlier, even the gentle brush of your lips against his causes his body to react involuntarily, his head tilting back slightly to give you better access. He lets out a soft, almost meek noise at the feeling, his hands brushing against your thighs. But the pleasure is short lasting, as its not long before you’re pushing him away and sinking to your knees. Sunghoon opens his mouth to protest, but the words die in his throat as he gazes down at you, your head dangerously close to his growing bulge.

“Want me to show you how much I hate you?” You whisper breathlessly, his eyes darkening at your compromising position.

“Yeah? You gonna show me, princess?” He tries to control his body’s reaction as you reach for the drawstring of his shorts, but its futile. He lifts his hips up, letting you pull them past his thighs and down to his ankles, only the thin cloth of his underwear separating the two of you. The hardness between his legs was visible, and fuck- were you even going to be able to take all of that?

You lean up a little to kiss the outline of his prominent v-line, causing him to shiver a little. Your finger finds its way underneath his waistband, pulling it back before letting it snap against his skin. He whines, leading your hands to push them down. Without the fabric in the way, nothing was left to your imagination. Sunghoon’s breath hitches as his fingers thread through your hair, tugging on it lightly to encourage you. He can’t quite believe that this is actually happening, and that he’s just letting you do it.

You grasp his dick in your hands, the length making them almost look smaller. Pre-cum leaks from his red tip as he hisses, tipping his head back at the contact he has craved since the second he stepped foot in the locker room alone with you. You circle your finger over his tip, smearing the sticky fluid around before flattening your tongue, lapping up the mess you just made and teasing his sensitive slit. You swirl your tongue around his hot head, making him buck his hips up against your tongue.

“Fuck, YN,” he hisses, gripping your hair a little more to push your mouth closer to him. You close your lips around him, sucking and teasing his tip a little more, eliciting soft whines from him. “Take it deeper”

You open your mouth to protest, to tell him to have some patience, but instead he pushes your head down a little, shoving him further into your mouth and taking advantage of your relaxed throat. You gag at the sudden intrusion, your hands lifting to grip against his thighs. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Sunghoons eyes widen as your mouth envelopes him, a strangled gasp escaping his throat at the sudden sensation. His hips involuntarily buck upwards, his head falling back against the bench once more as he lets out an involuntary moan of pleasure.

He groans as you hollow your cheeks, trying your best to fit every inch in your mouth. Every AGONISING inch. You wrap your hands around his base, rubbing your hands up and down whatever you can’t fit in your mouth. “Yeah, that’s right baby.”

You moan as he tugs at your hair, bucking his hips a little faster to gently fuck your throat. His balls slap against the underside of your chin, causing your eyes to flutter closed as you focus on trying to keep his whole length down. He wraps his palm around your hair, creating a makeshift pony to pull you back.

He slaps his dick against your lips, watching as drool spills past and onto your chin. "You're enjoying this aren't you? You say you hate me but you love sucking my dick, isn't that right?" He pulls at your hair again, making you whimper and nod your head. "Yeah, that's what I thought."

He pushes you back down again, forcing you take every inch this time. Tears brim at your eyes as you slap his thighs a little. "Take it. You can take it, can’t you?"

You moan, his dominance making your pussy clench around nothing. You relax your throat even more as your nose presses against his lower abdomen. Tears spill past your eyelashes as you gag, bobbing your head up and down even more. You're determined at this point, determined to taste him.

You lift my hands to his balls, massaging them softly. Sunghoons head falls back, his breath escaping him in a sharp exhale. The sensation is overwhelming, his body shuddering at the contact. He lets out a soft, strangled moan, his hands clenching at the bench in a desperate attempt to keep himself anchored. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, his body coiled tight with tension. His fingers grip your hair more tightly, his breaths coming in sharp gasps as he struggles to hold on. 

"Dont stop, fuck you're so good-" He pants out, fucking into your mouth relentlessly. At this point, you're completely wrecked, drool spilling down your chin and onto your chest as hot tears sting your cheeks.  

You cry out around his dick, your tongue swiping the underside. You feel his balls tighten in your hands. "Im- fuck im-" he whines a warning (barely), practically ripping your hair out and his head falls back and his back arches. "Fuuuuck! Fuck YN!" he cries out. Who knew Park Sunghoon was so vocal?

You almost double your efforts as his orgasm hits, desperate to milk him for everything he has. His hips jerk forwards as he shoots his load down your throat, the salty liquid overwhelming your tastebuds. He collapses bonelessly against the bench, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His mind is hazy with pleasure, his body thrumming with aftershocks as he tries to regain his composure.

You pull your mouth from him, swallowing his cum with a soft moan. You push yourself up on his thighs, dusting your knees. Sunghoon watches, dazed, his body still sensitive and raw, as he stares up at you from his crumpled position on the bench. "That was- shit YN."

"Yeah, exactly. Fuck you." You snarl, grabbing your bag.

Sunghoon watches, his body still buzzing with the aftermath of their encounter. He manages to sit up, albeit a bit shakily, and looks up at you. His expression is a mixture of anger and confusion, his mind still reeling from the events that had just transpired.

"You... you're just going to leave? After that? You're just gonna walk away like it didn't happen?" He finally manages to find his voice, the anger and confusion evident in his tone.

"What else were we gonna do? Prance around and hold hands?" You scoff, almost laughing bitterly.

Sunghoon's jaw clenches as he considers your words. He knew you were right, that they weren't going to become some sappy couple after one moment of weakness. Still, the thought of you leaving after what just happened was irksome. "No, obviously not. But... we can't just continue acting like we normally do after this."

"Sure, we can. This was a one-time thing to settle some tension. We still hate each other..." You roll your eyes.

His gaze narrows. He's tempted to argue, but he knows deep down that your right. One moment didn't erase years of tension and animosity between the two of you. "Fine. It changes nothing. And I still hate you."

"Good, I still hate you too.”

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It had been almost a week since... whatever the fuck happened in that locker room, and Sunghoon couldn't stop thinking about you. He found himself unable to focus on virtually anything; training, schoolwork, his friends - nothing was able to keep his mind of those 15 minutes you had shared in the locker room. He couldn't understand why it was affecting him so much, why he couldn't shake the memories of your touch? He hated it. He hated that you were able to get under his skin like this. He was a rational person (mostly) who didn't let emotions get in the way of anything, yet here he was, his mind consumed by thoughts of you. It was so frustrating, so infuriating that he couldn't seem to push you away, no matter how hard he tried, especially after everything that had happened in the past. 

He tried throwing himself into training even more than usual, hoping the sheer exhaustion would drive you from his mind. But no matter how hard he pushed himself, no matter how much his muscles burned and ached, he couldn't find the peace he was looking for. You were like a ghost, haunting him at every turn. 

"Again!" The rink echoed for the tenth time today. "This is ridiculous."

Sunghoon watches with a critical eye as you attempt the jump again, his arms crossed over his chest. He can see your balance is off, your form flawed, and he feels the familiar irritation bubbling up in his chest. How can’t you get that right? He doesn't know why he's even irritated, your form on your jumps doesn't affect him whatsoever. But it's as if he can’t help it. Everything you do just stirs some sort of negative emotion within him.

"Im trying!" You snap back at coach, running your hand through your hair. Your facial features are etched with exhaustion and frustration. This jump was getting to you, and you didn't know why.

Coach's expression turns stern at your snappy reply at him. "Trying isn't good enough, YN. You cannot be skating with that kind of mistake. Focus."

Sunghoon's eyes flicker between you and coach, remaining quiet for the time being. He's not surprised you're exhausted already; your form has been off all day, and it's beginning to wear down on your stamina. He can’t help the shit-eating smirk that plasters his face as he watches you try and fail.... again.

"I think that's enough for today." Coach huffs. "Somethings obviously throwing you off. This needs fixed before regionals, got it?"

Sunghoons arms are still crossed as coach calls it a day. He can see the exhaustion clinging to you like a second skin, and a small twinge of sympathy pulls at his heart. He quickly snuffs the feeling, replacing it with his usual stoic, unreadable expression. But as you make your way the locker rooms, he can’t help but glance in your direction, that sympathy rearing its head again.

He trails idly behind you, his eyes watching the slump in your shoulders. Despite his best efforts, he can't seem to shake the feeling of sympathy gnawing at him. His usual irritation that he feels whenever he's around you are strangely toned down, replaced with the unsettling feeling of concern. He silently follows you as you push the double doors, watching as you start pulling your gear off in silence.

He stands by, watching as you start stripping off your gear. His eyes linger on your sweat-soaked figure, taking in the way the droplets cling to your skin, gleaming under the artificial light of the locker room. You're hyperaware of Sunghoons presence behind you as you strip yourself of your gear, but instead of the usual feeling of discomfort and irritation, knowing you weren't alone in the room was comforting? Especially after today's events.

Until he opened his mouth.

"You were a bit sloppy out there." The smirk evident in his tone. "Your form was horrendous."

You sighed loudly, almost groaning at the sound of his voice cutting through the comforting silence just to spit venom at you. "Not today Sunghoon."

"What? It's the truth. It's pitiful, really. Your jumps were pathetic. You're really going to compete in that state?" He chuckles bitterly

"I said not today." You snap, finally turning to face him. "Can’t you just shut the fuck up, for once?"

He leans against a locker, a smug smile plastered on his face. Your irritation only serves to fuel his amusement. "Why are you being so sensitive today?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just pointing out the obvious. You're tired, you're distracted and your form is shot to hell. You're going to embarrass yourself if you don't figure it out before the competition."

You don’t answer and turn away from him, the slump in your shoulders becoming more prominent. You pick your bag up, slinging it over your shoulder before walking to the doors silently. You don't have the patience, nor time for his bullshit today.

"And now you're running away." Sunghoon mutters, unable to stop himself from speaking. "You always do that. I point out an obvious flaw, and you run like a coward." He can't help the hint of irritation in his voice. Despite the sympathy thats clawing at his chest, he can't let himself show weakness. It's just who he is. 

He steps in front of the door, blocking your way out. He's unsure why he's even stopping you in the first place. Maybe it's the concern he feels deep inside, maybe it's his own stubborn pride. Whatever it is, he can't seem to stop himself. "Where are you going?" He asks, his eyes narrowing as he looks down at you. "Just ignoring me? Not even going to defend yourself?"

"Please Sunghoon." You avoid his gaze, not wanting to betray the obvious troubled look that’s etched into every line on your face. "Just let me go home."

Sunghoon's irritation falters for a moment as you speak. There's something in your voice - a mix of exhaustion and pleading. It tugs at that sympathy inside him like a fishing rod

"But..." He starts, his voice gruff, his eyes glued to you. "You can't just-" He cuts himself off, not fully understanding his own motivations, not wanting to admit the truth to himself. He lets out a frustrated, resigned sigh, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down.

"Can you at least tell me what's been going on with you, lately? Why you're so... off your game." It's an olive branch, more sincere than anything else he's said to you.

"And why would I do that?" You scoff "So you can make fun of my personal life too?"

Sunghoons irritation flares back up at your snippy response, but then he looks at you, really looks at you. He sees your pained expression and the defeated look in your eyes. For once, he can't find it in himself to match your snark with more snark, can't find it in him to kick you while you're down like he usually does. 

"Look, I promise... I won't make fun of you. I just..." He takes a deep breath, his expression unusually vulnerable. Is he really going to say this? "I just... I don't like this.” He motions vaguely to you, trying to find the right words “I don't like seeing you like this. It's..." He hesitates, as if he's admitting something he'd rather keep to himself. "It's pissing me off."

"Pissing you off?" You finally look up from the ground. He holds your gaze, his eyes uncharacteristically soft and vulnerable. He's not used to being this open with you - hell, he's not used to being this open with anyone. It's new and unfamiliar, but for some reason... it feels right.

"Yeah, it's pissing me off." He repeats. "I don't like seeing you like this. Exhausted, frustrated, down on yourself. You're... you're supposed to be putting your all into the competition... into being better than me." He adds the last part quietly, almost as an afterthought.

"My parents are divorcing." You sigh, admitting quietly.

"Ah." Is all he can manage to say at first, unsure of how to respond. He's not a naturally comforting person, but his irritation at the situation shifts. He feels... sorry for you?

"There. Happy now?" You roll your eyes, waiting for the snarky comment or dig about your situation, like he always does.

"No," He says bluntly, not even trying to hide the compassion in his voice. He knows, instinctively, that you're trying to push him away, that you're waiting for him to throw some smartass remark or mean response. But he can’t bring himself to do it, to want to. He steps forward, slowly closing the distance between the two of you. He lifts a hand, hesitating for a moment before placing it gently on your shoulder. "I'm sorry." 

You tense at his touch. You weren’t expecting any sort of compassion from him, never mind physical comfort. But the comfort makes it real. You look away again as tears sting in your eyes, batting your eyelashes to push them back. He moves his hand from your shoulder to your chin, tilting your face back up. 

"Hey, don't look away from me." There's a hint of a command in his voice, but he keeps his tone soft, uncharacteristically comforting. He gently angles your face back up to him, his eyes searching yours. "You don't have to act so tough, you know. Not with me."

"You're the only person I have to be tough with." Your voice cracks, betraying your lack of control when it comes to your emotions. You were about to break.

The sound of your cracking voice has a strange effect on Sunghoon. Instead of the usual smug satisfaction that would accompany your emotional turmoil, he just feels... an aching in his chest. Seeing you so vulnerable, so open and bare, and knowing that you're only like this with him does something to him, and he's not sure how to handle it. He lifts his hand to your cheek, cradling it gently. "You can let go. I won't think any less of you."

As soon as the words of permission fall past his lips, a soft sob escape yours. It's as if your heart tore in half to allow all the emotions, all the frustration and anger that had been building up, flow out freely. You lift your hands to your face, almost shielding yourself from him, hiding from him.

The sight of you crying, the sound of your sobs echoing through the empty locker room- it goes against everything he knows about you. You're supposed to be strong and fierce, always giving as good as you get. He's never seen you like this before, completely shattered. But he's also the one you've decided to show this side to. Despite everything, you trust him enough to bear it all without judgement.

He steps even closer to you, gently pulling your hands away from your face and taking them in his own, his thumbs brushing against your knuckles in a soothing gesture. A strange, almost protective feeling washes over him, urging him to comfort you further. So, it's as if his arms move on their own when he reaches out to pull you into his chest, gently rubbing your back with one hand and threading his fingers through your hair with the other.

You don't know what even possessed you to allow yourself to be this vulnerable in front of him, and after a while, you calm down. You attempt to pull back, but it's as if he can’t bring himself to let you go. He's not sure if it's the vulnerability that you've just shown, or that damned aching in his chest, but he just needs to hold you for a little longer. 

And you don't resist. You relax against him completely, nuzzling into his chest almost. You needed this. You needed this comfort, and if Sunghoon was the only person willing to give it then so be it.

He feels you nuzzle against his chest, and his grip on you tightens slightly in response. He can almost feel the tension leaving your body, the way you're completely relaxed against him. And it feels good. It feels right. He's never felt this protective, this intimate, with anyone before. But with you... it feels natural. Almost easy.

"I'm sorry." You speak softly, lifting your head to meet his gaze. He's pitiful, and it's genuine. The sorrow on your face sparks a pang of guilt deep inside him. He's never really seen you look this this broken.

"Don't apologise." He says, his voice gruff but gentle. He lifts his hand from your back to brush away some of the tear stains on your cheeks. "You have nothing to apologise for."

He holds your gaze, his eyes searching yours, taking in every detail. The way your lashes are still wet with tears, the way your hair falls over your eyes, the way your bottom lip trembles slightly. He's not quite sure why he's still holding onto you so tightly, why he's still caressing you so gently. It's like his body is moving on its own, responding to all his confusing, new feelings.

Your arms practically move on their own, lifting to cup his cheeks, the intimacy of the situation stirring an in-ignorable need to touch him, to feel him. "Sunghoon..."  

The sound of his name falling from your lips, whispered so softly, sends a shiver down his spine. The new, almost unfamiliar vulnerability in your eyes, the way you're suddenly touching him so gently... it ignites something within him, that same protective, almost possessive feeling that's been stirring in his chest for the past 20 minutes. And as your hand presses against his cheek, he finds himself leaning into it, seeking your touch. His eyelids flutter shut as he savours the feeling of your fingers against his skin.

Your body fights with itself. It fights the urge to push him away and never show your face to the world again, and the opposing urge to lean in and do something you will probably- no, most definitely regret. But Sunghoon can practically feel the turmoil warring inside you, the conflicting needs playing out on your features. 

He knows he shouldn't act on these unfamiliar feelings, shouldn't give in to the need that's threatening to overcome him. But the way you're looking at him, the way you're holding onto him so mildly, it's as if he loses all control over himself. And then he's moving forward, closing the already diminished distance between them. 

He mirrors your touch, cupping your cheeks to smoothly guide you closer. He pauses for a moment, giving you a chance to pull away if you want to… but you don't. You stay exactly where you are, looking up at him with an expression he's never seen on your face before. And then he leans in, closing the remaining distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss.

This kiss was different to the one you shared in this exact same spot just last week. That kiss was filled with anger and sexual frustration, but this kiss was meaningful. It was romantic, an intimate connection between the two of you that went beyond physical at this point. Sunghoon doesn't care about the context in which you've kissed before. He doesn't care about the hatred and hostility that usually exists between the two of you. In this moment, all he cares about is the feel of your lips against his. Nothing else matters.

He pulls away after a while, his lips parting from yours with a soft, wet sound. He keeps his face close to yours, his breath warm against your cheek. He gently runs a thumb over your bottom lip, the pad of the digit tracing the soft, plump flesh.

"YN..." He whispers, his voice hoarse, his breathing ragged. It almost sounds as if he's in pain, as if he's struggling to control his own emotions. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something. He's not sure what he's looking for, but right now, with you so close to him, he feels... desperate. Desperate for something he can't even name. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

"I could ask you the same question." You mutter, before pulling his lips to yours once again.

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Sunghoon's mind wouldn't shut off. Every time he closed his eyes, images of you flooded his mind. He relived their moment over and over, the memories replaying like a broken record in his head. He tried counting sheep, meditating, even reading a book - nothing worked. He was exhausted and losing his fucking mind.

He couldn't believe he was doing this; can't believe he was so desperate that he's resorted to texting you. He knows it's a bad idea, knows that it's bound to lead to more hassle than it's worth, but he can't seem to stop himself. He types out a quick message, his thumb hovering over the send button for a few moments before he finally presses it.

Part of him is hoping, no- praying that you're asleep and won't respond. But another part, a small, traitorous part, is hoping you are awake and might answer him. He doesn't want to admit it, even to himself, but he craves your attention. It doesn't matter what kind of attention he's getting; he just needed it. 

The notification jolts you a little as you just settle into sleep. You groan, reaching for your phone to turn the ringer off, but the contact on the notification momentarily stops me. You stare at your phone screen, eyes zeroing in. You hadn’t expected him to text you. You never texted each other, unless it was for information about training. Seeing his name causes something in you to stir, a mix of confusion, and as much as it pain you to admit it, hope.

SH: Hey, you awake? (12:18am)

You bite your lip, opening the message. You debated answering, weighing out the pros and cons. Which was ridiculous. It's just Sunghoon, what’s the big deal? But you had opened the message now, and you weren't heartless enough to ignore him, even if you wanted to.

YN: Unfortunately, what do you want? (12:20am)

Sunghoon lets out a sigh when he sees that you're awake, typing out a quick reply.

SH: Don't sound so enthusiastic, I could almost mistake it for kindness. (12:21am)

He leans back on his pillows, waiting for her response. He can't believe he's actually doing this, actually talking to you like your friends or something. But now he's stumped, he hadn't expected the conversation to get this far. 

Should he just be direct and ask you to come over? Should he come up with some stupid excuse to lure you to his apartment? He hesitates for a few more moments before sending another message.

SH: Come over. (12:25am)

You mentally curse yourself as the back of your knees press against the cold metal of the bed frame as your feet dangle over the edge of the mattress. Why did you even get up for this? "Are we just gonna sit here?"

Sunghoon eyes you silently from the other side of the bed, his expression giving away nothing. He's not sure what possessed him to text you, let alone ask you to come over. But now that you're here, he can't deny the thrill that's coursing through him. "Do you have anything better to be doing?"

"Yeah, actually, sleeping?"

He rolls his eyes at your response. Even now, you still irritate him. But then he notices the way you dangle your legs over the edge of the bed, looking small and almost vulnerable. His eyes rake over your form, taking in the way your oversized sweater swallows your slender frame. You look softer like this, less like the stubborn girl he's used to seeing every week. 

"You could've slept. No one forced you to come over." He pats the space next to him on the bed. "But now that you're here, you might as well make yourself comfortable."

"What do you think this is?" You scoff a little.

His eyes flash with a mixture of annoyance and amusement at your response. "You always have to argue, don't you? I'm just offering you a comfortable place to sit. Nothing more." He pats the bed again, gesturing for you to come closer.

You scan his face for something... anything? A smirk, a falter in his gaze, but his face remains stoic. OH, SO HES SERIOUS. "Im fine over here."

Sunghoon lets out a huff of frustration at your stubbornness. Why couldn't you just do as your told for once? "Come. here." He pats the bed a second time, his voice taking on a commanding tone. He doesn't understand why but right now, he wants you closer. Closer than the width of his king size bed would allow.

You roll your eyes, crawling over to sit next to him cross your legs and letting your knees brush against his thighs briefly. You and Sunghoon had known each other for years, even if most of those years weren't pleasant, but you had never been in such an intimate space like his bedroom before, and it nerved you. "Happy?"

He tries to ignore the way his chest clenches as your knees brush against his thighs. He tries to tell himself it's just a physical reaction, an involuntary response to the feeling of your body against his, but he knows deep down that there's something more to it. 

When you finally settle next to him on the bed, he leans back against the headboard, eyes studying your face, noticing things he's never noticed before. Your eyelashes, the way they fan out against your skin. The delicate curve of your nose, the rosy hue of your lips. "Yeah, I am."

"Well, I’m glad you're enjoying yourself." Your voice shakes a little at the proximity. This is normal, right? Giving your sworn rival a blowjob in the locker rooms, breaking down in front of him in the same said locker room, then coming to his house 5 days later? You try to convince yourself, but your attempts are futile. 

He reaches out, his fingers grazing your arm, feeling the softness of your skin. He's acutely aware of the fact that you're in his bed, that he has you this close, this vulnerable, and for once, he doesn't feel the need to provoke you. Instead, he's content just sitting in silence with you, his fingers continuing to trace your skin, feather-light.

He lets his fingers trail up your arm and across your collarbone, tracing the line of where your sweater meets your skin. He can feel the heat radiating off your body, the faint scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He wants to lean closer, to bury his face in your neck and just stay like that indefinitely, but he reigns in the impulse.

"Sunghoon what are you-"

He doesn't answer, his fingers continuing their path up your body. His hand moves up to your neck, gently wrapping around your throat. He applies just the slightest pressure, his thumb grazing against your pulse point. He can feel your heart beating faster under his fingers, and he loves it. Loves knowing that even with your tough exterior, you're just as affected by him as he is by you. So affected that it pisses him off. He wants more. He wants everything. "You're so confusing, you know that?"

"I-I'm confusing?" You can’t help but trip on your own words, the feeling of his fingers wrapped so delicately around your throat making your palms sweat. "You're the one touching me like this..."

His fingers tighten slightly around your throat, his hand now fully encircling the length of it. He can feel your breath hitch and sees the flutter of your eyelashes, the only indication of your discomfort. His eyes lock onto yours. He's always loved how expressive your eyes are, how they seem to mirror your every thought. They're filled with a mixture of confusion and desire, a combination that makes something in him stir. "And you're enjoying it, aren't you?"

You open your mouth to speak, but it's as if the words die on their way out, a meek "No" being the only thing that falls from your lips. 

"No?" He repeats, the word practically dripping with mockery. He tightens his hold on your throat, using his grip to tilt your head up, forcing you to look at him. His eyes roam over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and widened eyes. He sees the mixture of defiance and vulnerability in your gaze, the way your lip trembles slightly under his grip. His own body responds to your helplessness, a heat pooling in his gut as he imagines all the things he could do to you in this state.

"Hoon..." You whine softly, the heat between your thighs too much to ignore now. Your panties were practically soaked through at this point, and as much as it killed you to admit it, this was affecting you.

He's unable to suppress the shiver that runs down his spine when you whine his name. Hearing his nickname in your voice, so soft and needy, practically drives him crazy. He tightens his grip on your throat again, relishing in the way the pressure makes your body squirm. "Yes, baby-girl?"

He lifts his thumb, ghosting it across your bottom lip again. He can't help but notice the way your lip trembles and parts slightly at his touch and he can't resist the urge to press his thumb deeper into your mouth. He wants to hear more of those little whimpers, wants to see you completely undone. He runs his thumb across your tongue, feeling it swirl around the digit. He can't believe you're letting him do this to you, that you're submitting instead of your usual resistance. It emboldens him, makes him want to push you further, to see how far you'll let him go.

"You have no idea how pretty you look like this." He murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire. He releases your throat, bringing his other hand up to cup your chin instead as his other thumb still rests against your tongue. He forces your head back, angling it so that your neck is fully exposed to him. You whimper softly, your lip quivering underneath his finger as he pushes it a little further into your mouth, your tongue flicking up to meet the salty digit. 

Sunghoon can't believe the sight before him, can't believe that he's seeing you like this, the tough girl that reciprocates his hatred, reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess from just a finger in her mouth. He can see the conflicting emotions warring on your face, the part of you that wants to fight back, to resist the desire that's coursing through you. But he also sees the way your legs shift restlessly on the covers, and he knows you're only holding back because you're stubborn and prideful. He pushes his finger deeper into your mouth, forcing you to take more as he leans in, his lips hovering just above your ear. "That's it, give in," 

You curse at the way your legs involuntarily and almost instantly spread the second his fingers meet the plump flesh of your inner thigh, the fabric of your pants riding up to reveal the expanse of smooth skin that's usually hidden underneath layers of clothing. You can’t help but let out the shaky breath that you didn't even realise you were holding as he traces small, delicate patterns, dangerously close to your pussy that was practically leaking through onto his bedsheets. 

Sunghoon can't help but relish in the fact that he's the one who's making you react like this, that no matter how much you push him away, you still subconsciously crave his touch. His fingers continue to trail up your inner thighs, his touch deliberately light, drawing soft noises from your throat. He loves the way your body betrays your attempts to keep some semblance of control, no matter how hard you try.

"Sunghoon, please-" You whine as he retracts his finger from your mouth.

"Please what?" He teases, his fingers still tracing patterns around your sensitive inner thighs, always stopping short of where you needed him the most. He knows exactly what you want, he can hear it in the way you whine, but he wants to hear you say it. He wants to hear you beg him; he wants you to give up your pride for him.

He gives your inner thigh a quick smack, his hand coming down harshly on the sensitive flesh there. You jolt forwards at the sudden contact, moaning softly. "Touch you where?"

"Touch my pussy Hoon, please." You whimper.

He pushes you down onto the mattress, manoeuvring to hover about you. He reaches one hand down to spread your sticky thighs, pressing his other palm beside your head. "That was easy, wasn't it?"

His hand finally connects with your aching core, teasing you through the thin material. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet, you're practically drenched through"

He pushes the material to the side, instantly slipping a singular digit into to your pulsing hole without giving you a second to register his actions, ca8using your head to spin. But he doesn't move the digit. "Beg for it."

"What? No-" 

He gives your thigh another harsh smack, making you slam your legs closed around his palm, whining. "I said beg for it. Beg for me to touch your pussy."

"Please don’t make me-"

He gives you another smack, harder this time, and relishes the way your legs clamp down around his hand, trying to get some friction, any friction "Do you really think you're in a position to make demands?" He scoffs. "Beg."

"Please Hoon... please touch my pussy." You whine meekly. As soon as the words leave your lips, he moves the finger thats buried deep inside you, plunging it in and out.

"Thats a good girl." He smirks, his bottom lip tucked snuggly between his pointed canines. You can’t even reply, your mind too clouded with pleasure to come up with a response to his praise.

Sunghoon lets out a huff, taking in the look on your face, the way your eyes are squeezed shut in pleasure, your mouth open and panting. It's a satisfying sight, and one that he wants to take advantage of. He continues moving his fingers inside you, adding another thick digit and applying a little more pressure to your clit, enjoying the soft gasps and moans that escape you.

He can tell by the way your body trembles and the whiny, breathless noises falling from your lips, that you're close. He can feel it in the way your thighs squeeze around his hand, the way your walls clamp down on his fingers. "Thats it," He increases the pace of his fingers "are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?"

"Mhm- wanna be a good girl." You whine, arching your back.

He lets out a moan, his fingers starting to work a little faster. He can feel the way your body starts to tense up, preparing for it. He wants to see you fall apart completely, wants to feel you come unraveled under his touch. "Then cum"

Your orgasm hits you like a ten-ton truck. Your hips stutter forwards and a guttural moan rips from your chest. "Fuuuck!"

Sunghoon watches the way your face twists in ecstasy, the way your eyes roll back, and your hands clawing at the sheets beneath you. He guides you through it, his fingers slowing until you come down from the high. He reluctantly pulls his fingers from you, bringing the glistening digits to his plump lips and sucking them clean with a chesty moan.

But he isn't done, not even close. 

He brings his hands to the bottom of your top, his fingers slowly tracing the hem, teasing the exposed skin of your stomach. 

"This needs to come off." He mutters, his hands pulling at the material, trying to lift it over your head. He's impatient, his desire overriding any attempts at gentleness. He wants to see all of you, wants to feel your bare skin against his hands and lips. 

As he finally gets the top off, he lets his eyes rake over your exposed body. He can't help but let out an appreciative moan, his hands coming up to grip at your waist, his fingers almost indenting into the soft flesh. He looks at you, the way your chest is heaving with each breath, he looks at the way your cheeks are still flushed from your previous release, and he knows he needs more.

You can’t help but shift uncomfortably under his heavy gaze, practically feeling the holes being burnt into your skin. And Sunghoon notices the way you shift, how your body tenses under his scrutiny. He's not trying to make you uncomfortable, he's just trying to take in every bit of you, to memorise every inch of your skin, to commit it all to memory.

"You're so beautiful" He whispers, his voice full of reverence, his fingers tracing the curve of your bra. He leans down, attaching his lips to your collarbone, his mouth trailing a path down your chest. He can hear your breathing pick up again, can feel your heart hammering in your chest. He's gentle, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of your skin, and his hands following suit.

He pulls himself further on top of you so that he's almost completely covering you, his weight pressing you down into the bed. He continues his path down your body, his mouth and hands working in tandem, every touch and caress designed to heighten your pleasure. He can't help the possessive desire that rises within him. He wants to leave his mark on you, wants to claim you in a way that no one else ever will. He bites down on the skin above your breast, enough to leave a small bruise, causing you to arch from the bed with a soft whine.

He can't get enough of the way you respond to his touch, the little gasps and whimpers that escape your lips fuelling his desire. He moves lower, his mouth now on your stomach, his tongue tracing the dip of your belly button, his teeth scraping across the sensitive skin. He wants to take his time, to savour every moment, but the need in his body, the need to claim you completely, is growing harder to ignore with each passing second. 

"Sunghoon," you whisper with soft moan, grabbing his attention "I can’t wait any longer."

"Neither can I." He mutters, his voice low and rough. His lips find yours, his tongue delving into your mouth as he kisses you hungrily, his hands roaming your body, everywhere he can reach. His hands slide down to your hips, hoisting them up so that you're pressed even closer to him, his bulge poking against your throbbing pussy as he kisses you feverishly. You tangle your hand in his soft lock, tugging at the roots.

"That's it," He moans lowly, mumbling against your lips. "Pull harder." He grinds his clothed dick against your clit, making you hiss and tug at his hair again, harder this time. 

He lets out another low moan, the feeling of your hands in his hair and your body against his almost too much to handle. "Keep pulling." He instructs you, his voice low and rough. He ruts against you harder, watching as your juices stain a wet patch on his sweats. It's so dirty, filthy even, but he fucking loves it.

You continue to tug on his hair, arching into his touch, the combination making his head spin. He lets out a strangled noise, his hands gripping at your hips as he starts to grind against you harder, faster. 

"Fuck me Sunghoon, need to feel you deep inside me" You pant, rolling your hips gently against his as you grow more impatient by the second.

Sunghoons breathe hitches at your words, the raw desire behind them almost too much to handle. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his eyes trailing over the curves of your body once more, his hands leaving bruises on your hips.

"Are you sure?" He asks, even though his body is already screaming to take you, to claim you completely. 

"Please." You meet his gaze, biting your lips as you continue to gently roll your hips against his. He doesn't waste another second before pushing his sweats down, his hard cock springing up. 

His tip was angry and leaking pre-cum. You whine at the sight, swiping the beads the continued to pour out before bringing it to your lips. But before you can do anything more, he rolls over so that you're on top of him, your body straddling his. His hands move to your waist, holding you in place as he bucks his hips up, running the veiny underside of his dick between your folds.

He tucks his bottom lip between his teeth, rutting against you like this a few more times before positioning his tip at your soaking hole. He slowly guides you down onto him, his eyes locked with yours. Sunghoon felt big when he was down your throat, but fuck, he was practically splitting you in half right now. He groaned as you sucked him in, watching as you tip your head back with a loud whine.

"Are you okay?" He mumbles, trying his best not to moan and ruin his moment of concern. 

You nod, manoeuvring yourself to your knees to sink down on him more, taking him deeper. Sunghoon, bucks his hips up involuntarily, causing you to jolt forward with a loud moan. 

"Fuck, you're so tight," he hisses, parting your legs to watch his dick disappear inside of you. "You feel so good."

You moan loudly, biting your lip to suppress any whines or whimpers that might give away your slight discomfort. He felt good, really good. But he was so big, big enough that it was a little painful. 

Despite your best efforts, he can tell that you're having a hard time taking him, that he's bigger than you're used to. He lets out a low moan, his hands moving to gently soothe your hips, trying to help you ease onto him carefully. His eyes are locked onto yours, taking in the way your face twists with the mix of pleasure and pain. He tries to go slow, to be gentle with you, not wanting to cause you any unnecessary pain. But he can only hold back so much, his body begging him to just lose control and take you as hard and fast as he can.

You gasp once you're fully seated on him, deliciously stretched and full to the brim with dick. You circle your hips, trying to adjust to him before lifting up a little and bouncing on him. You were slow at first, almost painfully slow, but once you had become accustomed to his size, nothing was stopping you.

“Oh fuck,” Sunghoon groans, tilting his head back as you slam down against his thighs, the wet squelching noise that emits from you almost making him dizzy. His back arches against the mattress, his eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of your hot walls wrapped so snuggly around his dick. “Ah, that’s- yeah just like that.”

You moan loudly, muttering soft curses under your breath as you continue your vigorous movements. Sunghoon lifts his hips, thrusting them up to meet yours, causing your body to jolt as he reaches that one pressure point deep inside you that sends you reeling. “Right there!”

“Yeah? Right there? Is that the spot baby?” He groans, gripping your hips to keep them still as he thrusts up into you relentlessly. You practically fall limp, your chest crashing against his as his tip kisses your cervix over and over again. “Fuck you feel so good, so fucking good princess.”

“D-don’t stop- gonna cum!” You cry out, reaching up to claw your nails at his bare chest, leaving red and angry bumps in their wake. But Sunghoon doesn’t have the time, nor the ability to care about the pain.

“I'm not gonna stop, not gonna stop.” He groans, before flipping you both over. He positions you on your hands and knees before pushing your chest against the mattress and slamming back into you, knocking the breath straight out of your lungs.

He continues his onslaught and you can feel the tightening in your stomach become almost unbearable. “Fuck I’m cumming!”

“No, your not.” He slams his palm down on the soft, plush skin of your ass as it jiggles against his lower abdomen before stopping his movements. You whine as you feel your release slipping from you.

“No!” You cry out, almost choking out a sob.

“Beg.”

“What?”

“Beg me to let you cum.” The shit-eating grin plastered on his face is prominent. Even if you can’t see it, you can hear it in his voice. He was loving this. Loving the power that he had over you and loving the fact that as much as you don’t to, you will follow his commands.

“Please let me cum.” You whine

“Oh come on. That was pathetic. Beg like you mean it.” He slaps your ass again, making you cry out.

“Please! Please let me cum! Please Sunghoon!” You circle your hips against his abdomen, causing him to hiss.

“Good fucking girl.” He slaps your ass again, harder this time, before moving his hips again. He pounds into you, his balls slapping against your clit. You’re teetering on the edge of release, and you’re not sure how much longer you can hold back.

“Can I cum? Fuck, please! Can I cum?” You plead, gripping onto the headboard in front of you.

At this point, Sunghoon can’t even deny his own release, never mind yours. “Cum baby. Cum for me like a good girl.”

At that was it. You shriek as he slams into you one last time, hitting your g-soot deliciously and sending you completely over the edge. Your pussy clamps down on him before fluttering as you cum, your juices spilling down your thighs.

“Fuuuuck!” Sunghoon cries, shooting his warm load into you. Into you. He stays nestled in the warmth of your velvety walls before reluctantly pulling out with a filthy squelch. He watches as his cum almost instantly pools out of you, also running down your thigh. He smirks, using two fingers to scoop up the liquid before leaning over and shoving the fingers into your mouth.

You gag at the unexpected intrusion, but once you realise what he’s doing, you clamp your lips down, sucking and swirling your tongue around the digits, letting the salty liquid flood over your tastebuds. You moan at the taste, almost craving more. He slips his fingers out and swipes the saliva down your cheek.

“Now this. This is not a one-time thing to settle tension.” He says, flopping down onto the mattress beside you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair that’s clinging desperately to his forehead.

“No way.”

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