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In which : Sunoo has never been told no. But when he embarrassed Y/n in front of her coworkers and storms off like a spoiled child, she decided it's time he learns what consequences feel like. He wanted her attention, he got it. Now he just has to survive it!
Warnings : nsfw, mdni, smut, explicit content, punishment kink undertones, power dynamics, emotional vulnerability, breif toxic behavior, age gap '5 years/ younger sunoo', use of 'noona' a lot..like A LOT, strict girlfriend x spoiled boyfriend, angst, sunoo college student, Sunghoon and Jungwon as his friends.
Kim Sunoo was incredibly spoiled. His biggest problem was that he never realized when he was wrong. Being the youngest child and the only boy in the family had turned him into a brat whenever he didn't get what he wanted. It usually worked with his mother and sisters. One pout and a little sulking were enough to get him anything he asked for.
That was exactly how he ended up attending a university in another city, far away from home. Why? Because that was where Y/N lived and worked. His first love, It had started when he was around ten years old. Small, chubby, adorable, and just a little evil. He knew nobody could ever say no to him.
Whenever his older sisters had sleepovers or pajama parties, he would squeeze himself between them and their friends. He always insisted on coming along, claiming he was the man of the house and needed to protect them. In reality, he only wanted the ice cream, fast food, shopping trips, and attention, nobody ever complained though.
Neither his sisters nor their friends minded having him around. Everyone loved the adorable little boy he was. The only people who ever saw his mischievous side were those he felt completely comfortable with.That was how he met her, his favorite noona.
Y/N was different from his sisters. She was calmer, stricter, and far less likely to fall for his tricks. Whenever they stopped for coffee, he would pout and beg for a sip despite being far too young for it. His sisters would immediately soften and offer him some, Y/N never did. Instead, she would take the cup away and tell him, "No coffee for you, kid. You need juice and milk."
No matter how hard he tried to charm her, it never worked. As a result, he always frowned whenever she visited. Still, she never kicked him out of his sisters' room. She simply ignored him and continued talking with them, assuming he was too young to care about whatever they were discussing.
She was wrong, he listened to everything. By the time he turned fifteen, things changed, he had gotten taller, louder, and much more opinionated. Suddenly, he had something to say about every topic, acting as if he knew better than everyone else. Whenever the girls got ready for a night out, he would beg to do their hair, fully aware that clubs were off-limits for him, that was one rule even his sisters never bent.
He was still a minor, at sixteen, Y/N stopped visiting as often. Her university was in another city, and she was entering her second year. She needed to focus on her studies and maintain good grades. His oldest sister visited her occasionally on weekends, but Sunoo had reached an age where tagging along wasn't acceptable anymore. He had his own friends, his own life, and his own responsibilities.
Yet no matter what he did, he couldn't get Y/N out of his mind. So he followed her everywhere he could, Instagram, Twitter evenTikTok. He kept an eye on everything she posted, making sure she didn't suddenly appear with a boyfriend. Because as far as Sunoo was concerned, he was going to be her boyfriend the moment he turned eighteen, she wouldn't have any excuses then.
A five-year age gap wasn't enough to stop him.Whether she saw him that way or not didn't matter. When the time came, he would find a way to make her see him and that was exactly what he did on his eighteenth birthday. Of course, he invited Y/N to the party, in fact, he practically begged her through her DMs, reminding her that she had watched him grow up and should be there to see him officially become an adult.
Luckily for him, it happened during her summer break so she came, she brought him a gift, she smiled while watching him blow out the candles on his birthday cake. Everything seemed completely normal , until it wasn't. As the night went on, the guests slowly began leaving. The house grew quieter, and eventually only close family and a few friends remained.
That was when Sunoo texted her, he asked her to come to his room so he could open her gift with her there , even though she was exhausted and honestly didn't feel like moving, she agreed anyway. The moment she stepped inside, the door shut behind her so she turned around in confusion.
Sunoo was standing there, he locked the door then took a step closer. "Why did you lock it?" she asked, another step "What is this?" another, the lazy look in her eyes quickly disappeared as she stared up at him. When had he gotten so tall? He was around 174 centimeters now meanwhile she was only 164.
"What is it, Sunoo? Hurry up. I want to slâ" The rest of her sentence never came out because his lips crashed against hers. For a second, she froze completely , fully awake. The kiss was brief and clumsy , definitely not his first attempt at kissing someone. He had spent far too much time accepting advice from his friends, especially the girls.
Still, he wasn't nearly as confident as he had imagined, amoment later, she shoved him away. Her hand flew upward, ready to slap him. Sunoo immediately flinched and turned his face aside but the slap never came, when nothing happened he slowly looked back at her. Y/N was staring at him with wide eyes and heavy breathing.
"What was that, Kim Sunoo?" she demanded "Did you drink?" She genuinely thought he had, after all, it was his eighteenth birthday ,maybe he had tried alcohol for the first time and lost his mind. "N-No!" he said immediately "I swear I didn't!" His heart pounded violently in his chest "I just.. I want you, noona."
Her expression froze "As my girlfriend." Silence "It's legal now." The words came out so quickly that even he almost stumbled over them. Y/N could only stare, she knew, everyone knew. Sunoo had spent years shamelessly declaring that he was going to marry her someday. But nobody had ever taken it seriously, not even her, now she realized he had meant every single word.
"You know that's not going to happen, Sunoo," she said "Why would you do that? And where did you even learn how to kiss to begin with?" For the first time, she was forced to acknowledge a fact she had ignored for years..Sunoo wasn't a child anymore, and teenage boys learned things much earlier than most people liked to admit.
"Why not?" he asked immediately, his voice cracked slightly "It's legal!" He stepped forward "I'm not a kid anymore." Another step "And the most important thing is I love you!" Y/N ran a frustrated hand through her hair "Oh my God Sunoo.." She looked away for a second before speaking again "Do your sisters even know about this?"
Sunoo shrugged, he didn't care whether they took him seriously or not, what mattered was her..Only her. Before she could continue rejecting him, he moved forward and wrapped his arms around her waist, his face buried itself against her neck "Please, noona." His voice came out muffled. "Let me be your man."
His grip tightened "I'll be perfec- I am perfect! And I've loved you forever." He pressed even closer "Please." Y/N closed her eyes "Sunoo, stop it. You're just- " "No!" The answer came immediately "No, I'm not!" His voice shook "I know exactly what I'm saying!" He held her tighter "And I know exactly what I'm doing." His breathing became uneven "This isn't something that started a few days ago.it's been years!." His fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt and is voice dropped to a whisper "Please, noona?"
Before she could respond, he buried his face deeper into her neck, that was when she felt it, his tears. Warm against her skinand his shoulders trembled breathing broke apart into quiet sobs. For the first time in her life, Y/N felt herself wavering. For the first time, his pleading actually reached her.
For years she had been the one person capable of saying no when nobody else could now she wasn't so sure. Maybe she could talk to him later, maybe when he calmed down but not now, not while he was crying against her. Slowly, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around him.
Sunoo immediately relaxed into the embrace, she rubbed his back gently listened to his muffled cries. Felt his tears soak into her shoulder and listened to the frantic rhythm of his heart beating against her chest.
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The next day, Y/N tried to talk to him about what had happened but Sunoo refused. Every time she brought it up, he found an excuse to leave. If she cornered him, he suddenly remembered something important he had to do. If she insisted, he simply disappeared.
It was frustrating.
When the time came for her to return to her university dorm in the other city, he accompanied his sisters to the train station to see her off. Y/N couldn't help feeling confused because usually, Sunoo would cling to her until the very last second. He would pout, complain, and ask her to stay longer if possible. This time, he simply smiled and waved goodbye.
As if everything was normal as if he hadn't confessed his feelings and cried in her arms only days ago. What she didn't know was that he already had a plan. He was going to follow her so over the following weeks, Sunoo continued texting her every single day. Good morning texts, good night texts, random pictures throughout the day, updates about what he was doing, photos of food, photos of himself and sometimes gifts arrived at her dorm unexpectedly.
It was as if he had already decided they were dating. Y/N didn't know how to stop him but she couldn't encourage him either, because something was happening to her, something she didn't want to acknowledge. Every morning, she found herself checking her phone for his messages before anything else.
Whenever he sent pictures, she stared at them longer than she should, she accepted every gift he sent, every text, every call, every excuse to keep talking.Yet she never gave him anything that could be considered a real answer, she kept telling herself the same things. He's going through a phase, he'll eventually move on.
Once he starts university, he'll meet people his own age, he'll find someone else. His sisters would probably be furious if they knew what happened that night. And no matter what, she couldn't see him that way. Could she? he was five years younger than her. That should have been enough, shouldn't it?
Then one morning, everything changed, she woke up to a text from her best friend, Sunoo's oldest sister. At first, the message seemed harmless, then she read it again, and again, and again! The words refused to sink in. "Can Sunoo stay with you for a few days until he finds a place?" Y/N sat upright in bed and her stomach dropped.
The message continued, Sunoo had been accepted into a university only twenty minutes away from her apartment, he would be arriving in a few days. And he needed somewhere temporary to stay, that was when his words finally came back to her.
I'll see you soon.
She had assumed he meant a visit, a vacation maybe a weekend trip. Not this, not moving to the same city, not living under her roof. Of course, she couldn't refuse because his sister was her best friend. For years, Y/N had practically lived at their house whenever she wanted, she had eaten their food, stayed overnight countless times, and been treated like family.
How could she possibly say no now? under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have minded at all, but these weren't normal circumstances anymore. She knew exactly how Sunoo felt and knowing him, there was no way this entire situation was a coincidence. He had planned this, every bit of it. Which meant she had three days to prepare herself for the storm that was coming.
Three days that was all, she cleaned the guest room, bought fresh groceries, restocked things she thought he might need. Without even realizing it, she found herself choosing foods he used to love when he was younger. Maybe his tastes had changed and maybe not. Either way, she bought them.
Three days later, a text appeared on her phone "I'm at the station." Another one followed immediately "Come save me :( I have no idea where I am! " Y/N sighed, of course he didn't. The city was still unfamiliar to him, so she grabbed her keys and drove to the train station. When she arrived, she parked outside and waited beside her car while scrolling through her phone.
She never saw him coming, one moment she was reading a message, the next strong arms wrapped around her waist. Before she could react, she was lifted completely off the ground and a familiar laugh sounded beside her ear "I missed you so much, noona!" Y/N nearly lost her balance when he finally set her down.
"Sunoo!" He only grinned, the same bright grin he had worn since childhood, except now he wasn't a child anymore. And from that day onward, he acted exactly like she had already accepted his confession and said it back. He followed her around her apartment, sat beside her whenever she watched TV, waited for her after classes, texted her even when they were in different rooms.
The only thing he never attempted again was kissing her..that single kiss from his birthday remained the last one. Not because he didn't want another but because he had made a decision. This time, Y/N would be the one to kiss him first, he would make her fall for him, make her admit it, make her say it, then he would get the kiss he really wanted.
Sunoo was the most extroverted person she had ever met, making friends was practically his special talent. If anything, he probably knew more people than she did by now. Still, she continued going with him, every single time, and little by little, the line she had spent years protecting became harder to see.
After a month of living together, and nearly four months after his confession and that lead to the first kiss, Y/N finally realized she was losing the battle. Sunoo, unfortunately, knew it too. The turning point came on a random Thursday night when she received a call from the police station.
At first, she thought something terrible had happened, then she heard Sunoo's voice , annoyed, offended and somehow still dramatic. By the time she arrived, she learned that Sunoo had gotten into a fight with a drunk man outside a bar. Apparently, the man had mistaken him for being gay.
Not that Sunoo cared about that part. What truly offended him was the fact that the man had tried to force a kiss on him, as far as Sunoo was disgusted, the entire situation was ridiculous. Why would he want anyone else when Y/N existed? The logic made perfect sense in his head.
But the drunk man hadn't appreciated being rejected. He was bigger and taller than Sunoo, the kind of man built like a refrigerator. Unfortunately for him, Sunoo wasn't willing to stand there and tolerate it. One kick to the balls had started everything.
The fight that followed involved Sunoo and two of his new university friends, Sunghoon and Jungwon. According to the police report, the three of them had turned what should have been a simple argument into complete chaos.
Y/N wasn't surprised, not even a little. After paying a fine and dealing with several irritated officers, she finally managed to get all three boys released.The ride back was painfully quiet, Sunoo sat in the front seat beside her, Sunghoon and Jungwon sat in the back. Every few minutes, they exchanged looks before trying and failing to hide their grins.
Y/N wasn't in the mood for whatever joke they were silently sharing. When they finally dropped the other two off at their shared dorm, Sunoo immediately headed toward his room the moment they reached the apartment. He almost made it, almost.
"Sunoo." He stopped "We need to talk." his shoulders visibly dropped, of course they did. A few minutes later, he found himself sitting on the couch while Y/N stood in front of him with her arms crossed, the lecture began immediately.
She told him he needed to focus on university, that he should stop wasting time getting into fights, that he needed to be more responsible, that he should stay away from bad influences. Sunoo listened quietly at first then frowned, then he got genuinely annoyed.
"If those 'bad influences' weren't there," he interrupted "that ugly thing would've seriously hurt me!" Y/N sighed "That's not what I'm saying." "Then what are you saying?" "I'm saying you need to take care of yourself." Her voice softened slightly "You're not a child anymore, Sunoo."
The irony of those words almost made him laugh, for years, all he had wanted was for her to stop seeing him as a child, now she was saying exactly that. Yet somehow it still wasn't enough "You're a grown man now," she continued "You need to think before acting." his jaw tightened "And you need to stay out of trouble."
Her eyes met his "Your family trusted me to look after you." Something about that sentence hurt, more than it should have, because suddenly he wasn't hearing concern..he was hearing obligation, duty, not affection, not love.. Just responsibility.
His eyes burned as he bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from crying "I am a man." Y/N blinked "What?" "I said I'm a man!" His voice cracked slightly "That's exactly why I fought back..". He stood from the couch now slightly taller than her "What was I supposed to do? Let him hit me?" His breathing grew heavier "Let him assault me?"
"What? No!" Y/N immediately replied "Of course not." "Then why are you mad at me?" The question hit harder than she expected, Sunoo looked genuinely hurt. "And my friends aren't bad people just so you know.." His eyes were red now "They literally saved me!" "Sunoo..." "What?" "I'm not saying they're bad." "Then what are you saying?" Y/N rubbed her forehead because it start to ache "I'm saying I don't want you getting hurt sunoo!"
The apartment fell silent, for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then Sunoo asked the one question she wasn't prepared for "Do you even care about me, noona?" The words came out much quieter than before, almost vulnerable and she froze. Sunoo looked away, maybe she only tolerated him because of his sisters, maybe she was letting him stay because of his family , maybe she was being patient because she felt obligated..The thought had been eating at him for weeks, now he needed an answer.
"Why would you ask that?" she said softly "Because I want to know.." His voice barely rose above a whisper, Y/N stared at him then shook her head. "Of course I care about you." Her answer came immediately "That's why we're having this conversation!" She stepped closer. "I worry about you.." Another step "I want you to be safe."
Sunoo swallowed hard then slowly straightened his shoulders. His expression changed, he hurt remained but something else appeared beneath it, hope? "So you love me?" Y/N's breath caught "Sunoo..." "No." He shook his head "Answer me noona.." His eyes locked onto hers "Do you love me? not as Sunoo." His voice dropped lower n deeper "As a man..?" Her lips parted but no words came out, and that silence was answer enough, at least for him.
Sunoo nodded slowly , the hope disappeared. "I got it." His voice sounded strangely calm, too calm "I'll move out this week." Y/N's heart dropped, when did he decide that? "What?" He turned away "You don't have to take care of me anymore, I'm not a kid." His hand tightened into a fist "But thank you for everything.." A small smile appeared, the kind that hurt to look at. "Noona."
Then he started walking toward his room, but suddenly stopped, Y/N had grabbed his wrist. The moment he turned around, she stepped in front of him, Sunoo immediately looked away. He knew himself, one look at her face and he might start begging again.
Begging for another chance, begging for her to finally see him, for her to understand he wasn't that spoiled little boy anymore,perhaps! He was trying so hard to stay strong, trying not to cry, trying not to hope. Then Y/N reached up and placed a hand beneath his chin..slowly, she guided his face back toward her. Sunoo's breath caught for a moment, neither of them moved, then her hand slid to the back of his neck and pulled him down.
The kiss lasted only a few seconds, yet it shattered every doubt he had carried for years. When she finally pulled away, Sunoo could only stare at her with glossy eyes, completely speechless. His lips parted but no sound came out. His brain had stopped functioning and Y/N almost laughed at the expression on his face.. Almost.
Instead, she gently pushed his shoulder "How can you tell me to stop caring about you..." Her voice softened "...when you still call me noona?" Sunoo blinked, once, twice, still speechless. Y/N shook her head as asmall smile finally appearing "I thought you knew by now." She stepped closer
"I'm keeping you here because I want to, not because of anyone else."
Her eyes met his. "Not even your sisters." Sunoo opened his mouth but said nothing, absolutely nothing. For the first time in years, Kim Sunoo had no words and Y/N found that strangely adorable.
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It had been months now, almost a whole year since Sunoo moved in with Y/N. For the past week, he had been studying nonstop for his upcoming midterm exams. The pressure was getting to him because he needed an A+, no matter what. Not only for himself, but to prove to Y/N that he was responsible and capable of taking care of his future by himself.
It was Saturday, his day off, yet he had been sitting at his desk since seven in the morning. Around nine, he heard movement coming from the living room, immediately, he got up. Saying good morning to Y/N had become part of his daily routine. But the moment he stepped out of his room he froze, she was dressed up, her hair was done, her makeup was flawless, and she was wearing a dress.
Sunoo instantly became suspicious "Where are you going?" he asked, Y/N barely looked up from her bag. "Good morning to you too? I have an emergency meeting." "On a weekend?" She sighed "Unfortunately, one of my coworkers called an hour ago. We need to discuss something before Monday."
Sunoo frowned, It was her day off, no their day off. She was supposed to rest or better yet, spend time with him. He was about to start arguing when another idea appeared in his mind. "What if I come with you?" Y/N looked at him "You'll be bored." "I won't." "You have exams sunoo.." "I've been studying all week!"
She narrowed her eyes and he pouted, a second later, he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss against her cheek. That was enough, it always was for months. Y/N rolled her eyes "Fine." Sunoo grinned, neither of them knew how badly this would end.
The restaurant was already busy when they arrived, after greeting everyone, the meeting started immediately. Sunoo sat beside Y/N with his textbooks and iPad open in front of him, at least that was the plan. Instead of studying, he spent most of his time observing the people around the table.
There were three men over 25 for sure, one younger woman and Y/N. Something about that irritated him immediately. The longer he watched, the more annoyed he became, everyone listened when Y/N spoke. They nodded, agreed, asked for her opinion, smiled whenever she talked and worst of all..She smiled back.
Her professional voice was calm and confident, soft but firm. Completely different from the way she spoke to him at home. It took him less than thirty minutes to realize she was leading the entire discussion.
Three hours passed..
Three whole hours and she barely looked at him, at some point, Sunoo left to order another bowl of ice cream. When he returned, he froze. One of the men was holding Y/N's hand, atissue in his other hand. Everyone around the table was laughing and Sunoo immediately walked over.
"What happened?" His voice came out too quiet, nobody heard him, not a single person. He stood there awkwardly while they continued talking. Eventually, he figured out that someone had accidentally spilled coffee and afew drops had landed on Y/N's hand, so one of her coworkers had rushed to help clean it.
Completely innocent, completely harmless and yet Sunoo hated it. He sat down, tried to focus but failed. Five minutes later, he reached beneath the table and grabbed Y/N's hand. She looked at him immediately "What?" "I want to go home." "Then go." His eyebrows shot up "Alone?" "I'll be done in a few minutes."
A few minutes, that wasn't what he wanted, he wanted her attention, not her coworkers. His mood darkened , without realizing it, he began glaring at everyone around the table with his foxy eyes. The tension became so obvious that one of the men finally cleared his throat "Is something wrong?"
Sunoo smiled, not a nice smile at all. "My only problem is that you're keeping my girlfriend busy on her day off." The table went silent..Y/N immediately felt heat rush to her face "Sunoo!" The warning in her voice was clear.. Stop, but he ignored it "Seriously?" Y/N stared at him "Stop being childish!"
The moment those words left her mouth, something snapped inside him. He pushed his chair back and stood "Have fun then." His voice trembled "I already know I'm not your priority!" The table fell completely silent. Before anyone could respond, Sunoo turned and walked away, Y/N immediately stood up.
"Sunoo!" He didn't stop, she quickly apologized to her coworkers. Thankfully, they told her not to worry about it and the meeting was nearly finished anyway, so she grabbed her bag and hurried after him. Even in heels, she practically ran. Sunoo ignored every call of his name, the entire ride home was silent, tantrums weren't new.
Sunoo had always been dramatic, but causing a scene in front of other people? That was new. By the time they reached the apartment, Y/N's patience was hanging by a thread and Sunoo stormed straight to his room. He was halfway through slamming the door when Y/N caught it.
"Seriously, Sunoo?" He dropped into the chair behind his desk, his back facing her, arms crossed tightly over his chest. Looking at the wall like it offended him "Don't 'seriously' me!" His voice shook, Y/N stared at him for a moment then sighed. "Okay." Silence.. "Okay, Kim Sunoo."
Without another word, she stepped out and closed the door behind her, Sunoo's jaw dropped. That wasn't how this was supposed to go, Y/N walked into the kitchen. She hadn't done anything wrong, meeting coworkers wasn't a crime neither was working. Sunoo spent time with his friends all the time, and she never complained.
Of course her attention had been on work during the meeting, that was the whole reason she was there. And honestly? she was tired, tired of explaining everything, tired of losing every argument because he pouted. At some point, he needed to grow up, so she made herself a cup of coffee and left him alone.
Sunoo groaned loudly from his room, hearing the door close behind her only made him more irritated. He knew he was being dramatic, he knew he was acting like a brat, the worst part was that he knew exactly why.. Jealousy, pure jealousy and he hated it.
Hours passed, five, to be exact. Y/N sat at the dining table with her laptop open, finishing work and reviewing notes from the meeting, she even start on some of the next week documents. Eventually, Sunoo's bedroom door opened, slowly, carefully, like a guilty rabbit peeking out of its burrow. He was still wearing the same clothes, his hair was messy from spending the entire day rolling around in bed.
He shuffled toward the dining table before stopping halfway..Y/N was still working. His shoulders slumped. Earlier, he had texted his friends and every single one of them had sided with Y/N. According to them, he was completely wrong, they reminded him that he had chosen to come, he knew it was a work meeting, nobody had forced him. And most importantly, he owed her an apology.
Sunoo hated hearing that, unfortunately, they were right "...Noona!" His voice was tiny "My stomach hurts~" A complete lie, nothing hurt, but usually when he complained about his stomach, Y/N worried immediately,it always get irritated randomly.Not this time though "You know which medicine to take."
She didn't even look up..Sunoo blinked, that wasn't supposed to happen, he shuffled closer. "Noona, I'm really sick!~" Still nothing, he placed a dramatic hand over his stomach "You don't even care if I die?" Silence "...You choose everyone over me." This time Y/N finally sighed tiredly and stood up, walked into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a pill.
Then she placed them in front of him before returning to her laptop. Sunoo stared, defeated, he knew she didn't believe him because she knew him too well. "Don't want it." He pushed the medicine away "It gets stuck in my throat I don't like it!" Like a stubborn toddler refusing vegetables, Y/N didn't even glance up. "Then go back to your room and stop bothering me." That hurt far more than he expected.
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At some point, Y/N had ended up resting her head beside the laptop. She had only wanted to close her eyes for a minute.Instead, she fell asleep. The migraine pounding behind her eyes hadn't eased at all. Her stomach hurt too after spending the entire day surviving on that breakfast and only coffee without eating anything else.
When Sunoo finally left his room again, his eyes immediately landed on her sleeping figure and he stopped. The irritation he had been carrying around all day disappeared almost instantly. Y/N was slumped over the dining table, her laptop still open in front of her. For a moment, he simply stood there watching, then his brows slowly furrowed, she looked exhausted.
Carefully, he stepped closer and lifted the laptop away before she could end up sleeping on top of it. The movement gave him a clearer view of her face and his stomach twisted, she looked pale. Tiny beads of sweat clung to her forehead, even in her sleep, she looked uncomfortable. Sunoo lowered his eyes, the guilt hit him harder than before.
While he had spent hours sulking in his room, whining at his friends, she had been sitting here working nonstop. She hadn't eaten, barely rested, and he had only made her day worse. He shook his head and muttered a curse under his breath before gently touching her shoulder. "Noona.." No response, he tried again "Noona, wake up~" A small groan escaped her lips and Sunoo's chest tightened.
"Come on, noona." his voice softened "Open your eyes for me." Slowly, Y/N stirred awake. The moment she opened her eyes, she immediately squeezed the sides of her head, the pain was still lingering there but better. When her gaze finally landed on Sunoo, she let out a tired sigh and looked away. She wasn't about to forget everything that happened earlier just because she felt tired.
Sunoo noticed immediately, the guilt only grew. As Y/N blinked a few times, she suddenly frowned "Where's my laptop?" "I closed it." Sunoo pointed toward the other side of the table where it sat safely shut. "You were about to sleep on top of it." His voice had become unusually small "You've been asleep."
His eyes lingered on her face "And you're sweating." Another pause "You look really pale.." He crouched down beside her chair, for a moment, he reached out as if he wanted to touch her then stopped halfway, unsure. "Noona..." His voice cracked slightly. "Did you even eat?" Y/N simply stared at him "You look awful."
His lower lip trembled, not because he wanted sympathy, not because he was acting. This time he genuinely felt bad "I'm sorry I was mean earlier." His eyes dropped to the floor. "But please don't make me feel worse by getting yourself sick." Y/N sighed "What do you think, Sunoo?" The question alone made him wince then she tilted her head slightly "Didn't you tell me not to 'seriously' you?"
Sunoo immediately looked ashamed, his gaze dropped to the floor, he couldn't even defend himself..Not this time. "...I'm sorry, noona." Y/N crossed her arms. "For which part?" That question completely caught him off guard and Sunoo fidgeted, his fingers gripped the fabric of his pants nervously, the tips of his ears turned pink.
"For being a childish.." His voice was barely above a whisper "And for annoying you when you were just working and.. being mean afterward." Y/N remained silent, waiting. Sunoo swallowed then continued. "And for making things harder when you were already stressed." He peeked up at her through his lashes long. The fact that he was actually listing his mistakes was almost unbelievable. Usually, admitting one fault was already difficult enough.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. His face buried itself against her stomach, still clingy, even while apologizing "I just don't like sharing you, noona." His voice sounded muffled. "But I know I have to be better." His grip tightened slightly "Please stop looking this tired."
Y/N froze, part of her wanted to wrap her arms around him immediately, the other part reminded her that he still needed to learn his lesson. Sunoo felt the hesitation and immediately his heart clenched. He let out a soft whine before looking up at her with those ridiculous puppy eyes, then buried his face against her again.
Silently begging, trying to melt her resolve, to convince her to forgive him. But Y/N didn't move, not this time. One hug wasn't enough not after the scene he had caused, not after embarrassing her in front of everyone, after pushing her away when she tried talking to him. Sunoo slowly realized that his usual tricks weren't working. A pout wasn't fixing this, neither were puppy eyes.
With a small sigh, he loosened his hold and leaned back enough to look up at her properly.There was something almost desperate in his gaze now "Noona..." His voice softened "How do I make it up to you?" Y/N stared at him for a moment, then simply answered, "I don't know, you tell me."
Sunoo bit his lip, thinking. Normally, a few sad looks would have been enough, not today. His mind raced until an idea appeared. Embarrassing, but worth trying. "Can I hug you properly?" And by that, he meant lying his head on her chest. Y/N raised an eyebrow "And how exactly does that make it up to me?" Immediately, his cheeks turned pink.
He fidgeted under her stare "I just..." His voice became smaller "I just want to sit with you.." He glanced away then quickly added "With you holding me, I promise I'll behave!" Y/N simply stood up.. Instead of answering, and walked toward her bedroom. Sunoo's heart immediately dropped. For a second, he remained frozen in place then hurried after her.
Y/N walked straight into the bathroom connected to her room and turned on the hot water. She tied her hair up while staring at her reflection in the mirror. As expected, Sunoo followed. He stopped near the doorway, watching, waiting, unsure. There was a nervous look in his eyes now. As if he could feel that she still hadn't fully forgiven him.
Sunoo fidgeted where he stood, looking like a lost puppy that had just been scolded and ignored "What are you doing?" he asked "Taking a shower. And maybe afterward we can talk about what happened again. In the meantime, think of a better way to apologize, Sunoo." Y/N disappeared behind the shower curtain.
Sunoo stared at it for a few seconds. A shower then a conversation? Which meant she definitely wasn't letting him off the hook this easily. He ran a hand through his soft hair and started pacing outside the bathroom door. He hated seeing her upset, especially when he was the reason for it. Eventually, an idea formed in his mind.
A stupid one.
But desperate times called for desperate measures. Half an hour later, the water finally stopped running. Inside the bathroom, Y/N finished her usual routine. She dried her hair, applied lotion and body oil, brushed her hair down her back, put on lip balm, and changed into a matching silk set consisting of shorts and a thin-strapped top.
When she finally stepped out, she wondered whether Sunoo had actually come up with something or spent the entire time sulking. He was sitting on the bed side, back stiff and straight, eyes fixed on the bathroom door. Still torn between two options, cry until she hugs me or actually apologize more. The moment he saw her, his breath caught.
Her skin still looked soft from the shower, her hair flowed down her back like silk, that familiar scent immediately filled the room. Without thinking, he jumped to his feet and hurried toward her. Gently, he took one of her hands and placed it against his chest right above his heart.
"It's beating really fast.." His voice was so soft, honest. "Because I'm scared.." His fingers tightened around hers "Scared I messed up too much.." His eyes glistened "okay, I was jealous..I acted childish." Another shakey breath "I'm sorry for making you feel bad when you're always the one taking care of me." His gaze never left hers. "Can I try again? From scratch?" His voice softened further more "As someone who loves noona more than anyone... but knows how to behave mature?.. Please?"
Y/N could practically feel his heartbeat trying to break through his ribs "Should I give you a chance?" Sunoo nodded immediately "Pretty please?" His grip tightened slightly "Give me a chance, noona.." For someone who had spent the afternoon throwing a tantrum, he looked surprisingly desperate now.
Y/N thought for a moment then handed him her hairbrush and sat down, waiting. Sunoo blinked in a 'O' "...You want me to brush it?" His felt almost offended by how honored he sounded and felt. He accepted the brush carefully as if she had handed him something precious. Then he moved behind her.
For a second, he froze, her soft and silky down her back. The first brush stroke was slow, careful, gentle, as though he was handling something fragile. After a few moments, he quietly asked "Do I have to apologize while doing this?" His voice had steadied slightly "Or can I just show it?" Y/N crossed her arms "Both."
Sunoo sighed, of course. Slowly, he continued brushing her hair, careful not to pull too hard. His voice dropped lower, more sincere than before. "I'm really sorry, noona." The brush moved through another section of hair. "I acted like a brat." Another stroke. "I made you feel bad for focusing on your work.."
His shoulders slumped "I don't want to be jealous all the time, I just..get scared." The brush stopped briefly and his voice became smaller "Scared you'll end up liking them more than me, because they're older..more mature, but that's not fair to you.." The brush continued moving again and a faint smile appeared on his lips "Because you always choose me..even when I don't deserve it."
For a moment, he leaned forward and rested his cheek lightly against hers "Can I show you instead?" Y/N closed her eyes and sighed then finally answered "Okay, show me." A small spark of hope appeared in his eyes, Sunoo immediately set the brush down and hurried out of the room.
A few minutes later, sounds came from the kitchen, cabinets opening, water running then silence. Y/N stayed where she was patiently waiting and almost fifteen minutes later, Sunoo returned. This time carrying a tray his hands were hidden behind it, his expression nervous, hopeful.
"Noona..." Carefully, he lowered the tray "I made you something." On it sat two slices of buttered toast slightly uneven, a strawberry cut in half and arranged into the shape of a heart on top of a jam , beside it was a warm glass of milk mixed with honey properly stirred. Because he remembered how much she hated finding clumps at the bottom.
"I made it myself." His voice sounded almost shy "And I washed my hands first." Y/N couldn't help staring "I know you didn't eat today.." Sunoo scratched the back of his neck "So I wanted to take care of noona instead." Then, almost dramatically, he knelt beside her, holding the tray like some royal offering. For the first time since the argument, Y/N actually laughed.
A real laugh.
"It's obvious you made it yourself." Sunoo immediately puffed his cheeks "Hey!" His ears turned pink "The toast didn't even burn this time!" Y/N laughed again and said "And take care of me?" "Yes.." He straightened proudly then immediately lost that confidence "Well..I'm trying." He carefully placed the tray on her lap before sitting beside her, fidgeting nervously.
"I practiced last week when you weren't home." Y/N looked at him "You what?" "I bought a mini toaster!" His voice became quieter and his gaze dropped "Watched videos, wrote down instructions, because I want to take care of noona too." A shy smile appeared then he added "I want to be cute..and useful, not just a baby who cries for attention."
Y/N raised an eyebrow, someone had definitely been talking to his friends for advices "So?" Sunoo looked up hopefully "Did I pass?" "Not before tasting it." Instead of feeding herself, Y/N folded her arms and waited. Immediately understanding what she meant, Sunoo picked up one piece of toast.
His heart started racing all over again "Say ahh!." Y/N did without breaking eye contact. Sunoo almost forgot how to breathe, he watched her take a bite then waited, and waited "Well?" "I can't judge from one bite." Sunoo groaned dramatically then fed her another "Now?" "What about you trying it first?" Before he could react, Y/N caught his wrist and guided the toast toward his own mouth.
His eyes widened, but he obediently took a bite, chewed, swallowed "It's good." "Really?" Y/N tilted her head "Because I think it's missing a little sweetness." Sunoo immediately looked offended then froze.. Wait, sweetness? before he could ask what she meant. Y/N reached forward, asmall amount of strawberry topping brushed against his lips.
The next moment, she leaned closer. When she finally pulled back, Sunoo remained completely frozen, speechless, his brain had stopped functioning. "Oh.." Y/N sat back licking her own lips, looking entirely too pleased with herself "You were right." A small smile appeared "It's good, sweet too."
Sunoo blinked, once, twice, then stared at her in complete disbelief "..Noona?" "Hmm? I think I rate it 11/10, satisfied? " She smiled, his entire face turned red as Y/N set the tray aside and looked at him again. "That doesn't mean I've forgiven you yet by the way." The color immediately drained from his face, and just like that, all his confidence disappeared again.
Sunoo thought the toast, the apology, and even that almost-kiss would have been enough to earn her forgiveness. Apparently not,she was still holding back. He looked up at her with wide eyes, those sharp yet doe-like eyes that somehow always managed to work their magic. His lower lip trembled slightly.
"B-but..I did everything right! I cooked, I apologized and I didn't even cry!" His voice cracked and sounded genuinely offended by his own effort not being excepted. "I tried so hard for you, noona!" Before she could answer, he lunged forward and buried his face against her shoulder, immediately activating full clingy mode again.
"Don't say things like '11 out of 10' and then tell me I'm not forgiven.. That's mean~ " His voice came out muffled against her top and tightened his arms around her "How much more do I have to do? Just tell me..please~ " This time, Y/n actually wrapped her arms around him, she felt him immediately relax "I know you tried." She gently pulled him back enough to see his face "And I appreciate that."
Her fingers brushed his hair away from his forehead "In fact, I'm amazed you admitted you were wrong in the first place.." Sunoo blinked, that alone felt like praise "But that's only for now." She continued calmly "Because I gave you the silent treatment." His expression immediately soured and his lips pouted "I want you to try harder."
Y/n held his gaze "I want you to be this understanding all the time, not only when you're trying to win my attention back." Then she tilted her head slightly the exact same way he was tilting his to look up at her "Sunoo.." His heartbeat instantly sped up "No one will ever have my attention the way you do, no one. Not even my closest friends."
The words hit him harder than any lecture could "You will always be my priority." Your expression softened "And I don't want you doubting that and acting insecure because of it." For a second, Sunoo simply stared, then all at once, he threw his arms around you again, tighter this time. As if he wanted to disappear into your embrace completely.
"Hmm?" You let him cling and he didn't answer immediately. Instead, he buried his face deeper into the crook of your neck and took a shaky breath. Your familiar scent instantly calmed him, he knew he still had things to explain, but right now, he just wanted to stay here..For a little longer.
Finally, his voice emerged, quiet and uncertain "Can you promise me something too, noona?" "Yeah?" He pulled back just enough to look at you, those hazel eyes again, always those eyes, bright, earnest and angerously persuasive "Can you promise not to ignore me again if I mess up?"
His grip tightened slightly "No more silent treatment.." The vulnerability in his voice was impossible to miss "I can handle anything else..but not that." His gaze dropped briefly "Not when I crave your attention more than anything!" You stared at him for a long moment. Of course he knew exactly how to get to you, he always did.
Eventually, you sighed "I promise I'll try." His face brightened instantly "But your attitude isn't helping." The smile vanished just as quickly as she raised an eyebrow "What was it again? your stomach hurts?" Sunoo visibly deflated, he knew exactly where this was going "Yeah..." The answer came out weak, embarrassed almost whiny.
"It hurts..!" That was enough and you laughed, a real laugh. Because somehow he was still trying to commit to the lie "Oh really?" You folded your arms "Then why didn't you take the pill I gave you?" The moment the words left your mouth, his entire face turned red. He fidgeted against your shoulder, trying-and failing-to look innocent.
"I didn't want it~ " A pout immediately appeared "It was a white lie, okay?" "Is that so?" Y/n pulled away slightly and crawled farther onto the bed since they had been sitting on the edge. Sunoo's heart skipped a beat as she put distance between them. His big, mischievous eyes followed her warily as she moved up the bed, making him instantly feel abandoned and clingy. He couldn't stand being so far away from her. His pout deepened, and he groaned "Noona, don't leave me~ "
He started to scoot closer, still desperate to hold onto her. The moment he got beside her, she pushed him flat onto the bed and straddled him, grabbing both of his hands and putting them up into his now messy hair "You know what annoying liars get?"
Sunoo's eyes widened in surprise. He was utterly speechless for a moment, looking up at her with a mix of shock and something else, something a bit more intense. His wrists tensed against her grip, but he didn't struggle. He knew he was at her mercy now. He swallowed hard as she spoke again, trying to keep his voice steady while fighting the urge to squirm. He shook his head, voice small and sheepish.
"W-what?" "Punishment. And you absolutely deserve one for being a stubborn brat and also a bad liar." She dragged her weight down until her face was level with his waist. His shirt was already messed up, showing his stomach and the line of his boxers under his pants. She stared at his stomach for a second, then back at his eyes.
His cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red as she shifted. He could feel her breath ghosting over his bare skin, making him shiver slightly. He watched her stare at his exposed skin, feeling incredibly vulnerable under her gaze. His voice came out as a shaky whimper, his wrists straining against her grip. He was almost pleading again, his words a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation.
"W-what kind of punishment?" "Oh, you're about to find out!" She leaned closer above his stomach and placed some very light kisses there. His breath hitched as soon as her lips touched him. It was just a gentle, teasing brush of skin, but it was enough to send a shiver running through him. He squirmed involuntarily, his wrists straining against her grip again as the soft, fluttery sensation overwhelmed him.
A small gasp escaped his lips, and it took all his willpower not to let out any embarrassing noises. His voice came out in a trembling whisper. "N-noona, w-wait." "First, don't dare to move your hands or let them down when I free them." She said, then let go of his hands and dragged hers all the way from his arms, shoulders, chest, and down to his stomach and abs.
"Second, the more you tell me to stop or slow down, the harder I'll be on you." She kissed his skin again but made sure to leave some vivid marks this time as she bit and sucked. "Third, you're not allowed to make any noises. I don't even want to hear your breath." She stared back up at him. "Finally, I'll give you a chance to have a safe word. So choose one, and it will be the only thing you can say. You can only use it one time, so be wise. Choose."
He was slightly shaking, full body shivers as she laid down the rules one by one. Each word made his pulse spike higher, his skin buzzing with a mix of fear, anticipation, and pure thrill. He could feel every inch of himself reacting to her demand. When she let go of his hands, he immediately curled his fingers into fists and pressed them back against the pillow above him exactly as told.
He was barely breathing now. His chest rose fast with every shallow breath, but he tried to stifle it. "Mochi," he whispered hoarsely. "My safe word is mochi!" A quiet whimper slipped out before he could stop it. His trembling lips parted, eyes wide like a baby deer caught in headlights, completely hers. It made her chuckle as she nodded.
"Do I need to repeat anything?" He froze, completely flustered, at her chuckle. He knew she saw right through him. Mochi? Really? Such a soft, clingy choice. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second, trying to reset. When he opened them again, they were glassy, his cheeks flushed deep pink.
"No, noona," he whispered, voice quiet but sincere. "I remember everything. Don't move hands, no sounds, the more I beg, the worse it gets." A small shiver ran down his spine as he said it out loud "And only one safe word. I won't waste it." "Good, darling.. Now we start."
She said, then shifted up to his face level and immediately caught his lips with hers, licking and sucking on them. It had been hours since that stupid fight, and they had barely kissed or even talked properly, so she was eager after holding herself back every time he tried to lure her into forgiving him. Now that she had the chance, she wasn't going to waste it.
His entire body went rigid the second her lips crashed against his. He hadn't been expecting it, no warning, no teasing buildup, just her, finally giving in after hours of tension, silence, and longing.
He whimpered into the kiss, a soft helpless sound, before remembering the rules. He quickly bit down on his lip once she pulled back slightly. His hands stayed tangled in the pillow like anchors, fists clenched tight to keep from reaching for her. His breath came in short hitches through his nose, face burning, lips tingling.
When she pulled back fully to look at him, eyes dark with want, he just stared. Dazed, even kiss drunk, completely undone and still so desperately trying to behave. A tiny nod. Behave, he echoed silently with a trembling mouth, too afraid to speak but screaming it inside. I'm yours. Always.
She stared at him, and the look on his face made her decide to ignore this slip for once. She got back to work, not just kissing but eating his lips if possible. Drool slipped down to his chin, but she very unashamedly dragged her tongue chasing it and licked it all down to his Adam's apple and back up to his lips, swollen and plump.
Sunoo's eyes fluttered shut as she continued, completely overcome by the intensity. The kiss was so deep, so desperate, her tongue making him feel dizzy from the sensation. Just when he was starting to feel confident in his ability to hold back, she went down to his neck. The first touch of her tongue left a trail of fire right to his core. He shivered underneath her, trying to bite back a pitiful whine, lips trembling uncontrollably "Noona!"
"Tsk.." She backed up immediately, taking her lips off him, and stared at him. She thought he remembered the rules. "Mistake one. No more kisses on the lips." She said. He needed to know that there would be consequences every time he broke a rule. His breath hitched, chest rising fast, panicked. His lips were still buzzing, wet and swollen from hers, but now they were forbidden.
He whimpered silently, eyes wide with regret and shock. He hadn't meant to break the rules. He just couldn't help it when she tasted him like that. Everything inside him short circuited. But Y/n was serious, dead serious, and so he nodded fast, fingers still locked above his head, lips pressed into a tight line like he was sealing them shut.
"Sorry." He tried to whisper but caught himself before the word fully escaped. So instead, he just lowered his eyes, lashes tickling his flushed cheeks. A good boy trying so hard not to ruin this again. The silence thickened. The punishment for breaking a rule? No more lips, which hurt more than either of them expected.
He just lay beneath her, totally quiet now, unlike his heart which was pounding loud and hard, waiting for what was coming next. Y/n leaned closer to his lips but kissed their corner instead. They just said no lips anymore. She felt his breath sharp on her cheek, so she looked up and saw the way he looked at her with his eyebrows arching and forehead exposed. Too pretty to be real, too pretty to be punished, but it was a must, and she wasn't backing down now. Instead, she leaned further and kissed gently between his eyebrows on that mole, on that one on his nose bridge, and also the one on his right cheek.
"So pretty. Only I get to do you like this, right?" Sunoo's breath stuttered when she kissed the corner of his lips, so close yet not enough, and then all those spots on his face. It made his chest ache in the sweetest, most painful way. He didn't expect it to make him emotional, but it did.
A tiny shiver ran through him as her lips brushed those spots, her words curling around his heart like silk. His eyelashes fluttered shut, and his throat tightened. Even though he wasn't allowed to speak, even though he couldn't beg or whisper or moan, his body answered for him.
The way his chest rose faster, the way his fingers trembled above him, the wet shimmer at the corners of his eyes, all saying yes, only you, always only you. He slowly nodded once, eyes still closed, cheeks flushed deep pink, as if sealing a sacred vow without words. I'm yours, that nod said. All messy and broken and beautiful, just for noona.
Now she already felt bad for making him go through this. She dragged a hand down his neck to his chest and stopped right on his heart, soothing there for a moment before leaning down to kiss there. A soft kiss that lasted for a long second before she pulled back and patted it. Even her own heart was about to burst now at the scene and the feeling.
Sunoo's entire body softened the moment she did that, like she wasn't just touching him but holding it. He couldn't stop the quiet tremble that ran through him.
His lashes fluttered as she pulled away, his eyes still closed for a second longer, savoring the echo of her lips on his chest. He didn't move, didn't speak. He just lay there, breath uneven, heart racing under her palm, feeling every beat scream noona, noona, noona.
When he finally opened his eyes, they were glassy. Not crying, but close. Like love had pooled so deep in them that it turned into water. He slowly lifted one shaky hand from his pillow, took her hand resting on his chest, and pressed it harder over his heartbeat. As if to say, I'm real. I'm here. And I'm all yours, even when I'm being punished. I still need you more than my own breath.
He broke another rule by moving his hand, but the purpose made her think of letting it slip. So she just gently reminded him by holding it and pinning it back up, then leaned back straight up to take his shirt off. His breath hitched at the movement, a little breathless whimper escaping before he could stop it. But he quickly pressed his lips shut again, swallowing the sound. He knew better than to make more noise when he had just broken another rule.
His heart was racing now, pounding fast as a drum, almost as fast as the flush spreading from his neck all the way to his cheeks.He slowly lifted his arms for her, letting her gently pull his shirt up. She stopped at his wrists and wrapped it around like a tie. He shook his head after to move his hair off his face, so she did it for him, looked around, and found her hair clip on the nightstand.
She used it. Now his skin was exposed like that. She leaned to his neck first, spreading soft kisses all around. She couldn't make visible marks because he had school the next day, being in his first year. She went with the soft kisses down his chest, and when she got to his barely visible abs, she started biting. His stomach shouldn't be visible, so she could go as crazy as she wanted, and she didn't hesitate.
He shivered at the first touch of her lips on his neck, goosebumps spreading all over his skin. He loved her mouth there, loved the feel of her pressing against such sensitive skin. He tried his best to stay completely still as she kissed the mole between his neck and shoulder, trying to keep his breathing steady. But when she started down his chest, his eyes fluttered shut in anticipation.
Then, the moment she reached his abs, biting softly at the skin, he let out a soft gasp that turned into a quiet moan "Noona~" Immediately she stopped the kisses, bites and instead let her tongue swirl around his muscles and down to the visible hem of his boxers under his pants. Then she just stopped. That moan and noona twisted something in her too, but this wasn't about her now. This was about punishing him.
He dared to whine in disappointment the moment she pulled back, but it was quickly replaced by a trembling shiver as she started tracing circles with her tongue, going so low he could feel her breath on his skin, sending fire down his spine. Then she stopped, and an actual moan of frustration escaped him before he could stop it. His hips jerked automatically up off the bed, seeking more, only to be met with emptiness.
"Noona, please~ " he panted, desperate. "What happened to the rules? Thought you were a good boy, Sunoo?" She said as she tucked her fingers under the hem of both his underwear and pants. His breath caught in his throat as she did that, fingers cool against his fever hot skin. He froze, eyes wide and suddenly glossy with panic, regret, and something deeper, need.
He hadn't meant to break the rules. He just couldn't help it when she drove him this far "I am a good boy," he whimpered, voice trembling like a leaf. "But noona, you're making it so hard to- ah!" His back arched slightly as her fingers dipped lower and accidentally touched his bulge. A quiet sob escaped before he clamped both lips shut again, eyes squeezed tight, fists still knotted above his hair like anchors to keep him from reaching for her.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The chant ran through his mind over and over. But deep down, he didn't want her to stop. Even if he was being punished, being hers like this, broken, blushing, breathless, was exactly where he wanted to be. Seeing the struggle, Y/n nodded and soothed his stomach skin softly with her hand.
"Be a good boy and try harder for me, Sunoo." She said. "Don't force me to be harsh on you." She said again before tapping on his hip "Up." Then she dragged his clothes down as she moved her weight off to take them down to his covered ankle with a pair of white socks.
He shivered, trying so hard, but his body was a trembling mess. Her touch, soft against his skin, was making everything worse. He was completely stripped now, all pale skin and lean muscles in the soft lamplight. He just lay there, breath coming in short gasps, skin burning under her gaze.
"Now, you really need to be careful, hmm?" She said as she wrapped a hand around his throbbing length, already twitching and slippery with precum. Heavy, too warm and swollen. This was going to be so hard for both of them, she could see.
His head tipped back, and he gasped the moment she touched him. Every single muscle in his body clenched tight. It took every ounce of willpower not to arch right up into her hand. He was already so sensitive, and she was barely even touching. But just her voice, the feel of her eyes on him, and all the tension from the last hours was enough to drive him insane. He could almost feel her hand on him even before she wrapped it around.
He could already tell it was going to be a hard night. And it was all he could do to hold back his desperate need to grab her, to pull her to him, to take her right there. "You know," she said as she stroked slowly up and down, avoiding the tip because she didn't want him to release in less than a second, "I didn't really like how you told me you wanted us to leave in front of my coworkers."
Knowing he wouldn't speak, she continued. His breath came in short, shaky bursts as her hand moved slowly up and down, so slow it was almost cruel. He could feel every nerve screaming for more, but she was denying him everything, just like how he had denied her peace earlier. Her words hit him deep.
The memory flashed back, him pouting in front of her coworkers, saying "we should go" with a whine in his voice while they were just doing their jobs. He hadn't meant to embarrass her, but now, now he understood. He had been childish and selfish, and this was payback.
His eyes squeezed shut again, long lashes fluttering, as her thumb skimmed near the tip, spreading the slickness without touching it directly. A soft whimper slipped out before he caught himself. His hips twitched slightly, not from pleasure only, but from guilt mixing with desire until he didn't know which one burned hotter.
He couldn't speak, but if he could, it would have been I'm sorry. I won't do it again. Just don't stop. Please! He was biting his lips so hard she could imagine it also hurt and might bleed, but he knew better than to hurt himself. She kept that hand stroking and used the other to hold his balls and squeeze them gently.
The whole purpose of this was a too much to take of pleasure, not pain at all. Everything was done softly and gently but also overwhelming. She would have talked him through it if she wasn't having her own type of pleasure too just by driving him insane this way. "Hmm, and what did you do then? Walked away in front of them and forced me to run after you in my heels?"
At that, she squeezed slightly harder but stopped moving the other hand. Sunoo's body seized at the new pressure, her fingers gently squeezing his balls, just enough to make him whimper silently behind clenched teeth. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, not from pain, but from sensation so intense it blurred the line between pleasure and torment.
He remembered. The way he had stormed off, pouting like a child when she still had work to finish. The way he didn't look back and the audacity of expecting her to follow. And now, now he was flat on his back, completely exposed, being reminded in the softest but cruelest way that he doesn't get to run and expect noona to chase without consequences. Shame crashed into arousal so hard he shuddered from head to toe.
His hips twitched again, not trying to escape this time, but begging without permission. Pleading through silence and eyes. His lips were red and raw from biting them, lungs burning for air, and tongue too heavy in his mouth. All he could do was lie there and take it and learn. Thinking about some 'I won't ever walk away again. I'll wait forever if I have to. Just don't stop touching me like this.'
"Then what did you do? Slammed the door on me and pushed me away for trying to talk to you, even though you were just acting like a brat who never got tamed, huh?" Now she took it too far by holding it tight instead of just lightly squeezing and moving faster around his whole length, tightening her grip whenever it reached the tip.
Sunoo's heart was pounding so impossibly hard, he was surprised it didn't burst from his chest. He wanted to cry, not from shame or pain, but from the sheer intensity of it all. His mind was blank, overwhelmed by the way she kept him on the edge, taking him right to the brink then backing off, teasing him until he thought he might actually die without release. And all he could do was stay completely still, trembling from head to toe when she squeezed even tighter and moved faster.
A tiny, desperate whine escaped him before he could stop it. He didn't even know who he was at this point. She knew he wouldn't be able to hold any noises, and considering that it was his first time ever being punished this way, she thought of not torturing him more and just let him be as vocal as he could. She kept stroking at a fast rhythm and tight grip all the way, the wet and sloppy sounds filling the room but not louder than his breath. She was surprised he hadn't used his safe word yet.
Sunoo's entire body was trembling, muscles taut, his breathing coming in shallow gasps. She knew just how long he was able to last, knew exactly what his limits were, and he was so unbelievably close to breaking. He couldn't bring himself to use the safe word when he wanted to be good for her so badly. She was taking care of him, and he could tell she just wanted him to learn, to make up for acting like a brat. And he would be damned if he let a moment of selfishness make him disappoint her more.
But she wanted to hear him use it, to make him break completely, so she focused the movement on the tip only as she let her weight rest on his thighs so he couldn't move away no matter what. His breath came in sharp, panicked gasps as she trapped him completely, no escape, no mercy. And then suddenly, it wasn't the full stroke anymore. It was just the tip, her hand slick and teasing, circling only the most sensitive part of him over and over, light and fast like feathers dipped in fire.
A broken sob escaped his lips. His back arched off the bed despite being pinned down, fingers still knotted tightly above his hair, hips jerking instinctively upward but going nowhere.
"No!- noona~ please!" he whimpered, voice cracking like glass. "I can't- I can't hold!" Tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, the kind that came when pleasure became too deep to contain. He was shaking all over, breath coming faster than he could control. Unexpectedly, through trembling lips, soaked with tears and desperate need, something escaped his lips.
"M-mochi!" he whispered it like a prayer. "Mochi, mochi, please, I give up! I surrender, I'm yours, I'm s-so sorry!~ " Sobs wracked through him as he finally said it, the safe word breaking free on repeat, broken into pieces by how much he loved her. She didn't fully stop but got so slow, having all his mess in her hand because neither of them would have the energy to change the sheets after.
The moment he broke that way with tears finally streaming down the sides of his face, she could feel her own core dripping and making her own panty uncomfortable against her heated skin. She sighed deeply as if she was in his position, and as his body was still shaking, she leaned to the tissue box on the nightstand and grabbed a bunch of them to clean the mess, starting with her own hands because she knew if she touched him again, he would burst again. He was too sensitive at the moment and probably forgot his own name.
"Hush, it's okay, darling." He lay there , sobbing, gasping for breath as she cleaned the mess on his stomach and thighs. He couldn't even speak. The tears kept coming, the sobs refusing to subside. He had never cried from pleasure like that before, not like the world had shattered. Like something primal inside him had finally been unlocked.
He whimpered softly at the sound of her voice, the tender way she called darling, unlike her usual strict and cold tone. He turned his head to look up at her as he gulped, eyes wet, cheeks red, voice barely a whisper. "Y-Y/n~"
"Hmm, yes, sweetheart?" She tossed the tissues away and leaned closer, on top of him but careful not to touch him down there. Now her face was inches away from his. His breath hitched, her face so close he could feel the warmth of her breath on his lips. So close, yet still denied.
His wide, glassy eyes searched hers, still trembling from head to toe, body hypersensitive, every nerve screaming at the slightest shift in air. He wanted to touch her, cradle her face, kiss her until neither of them remembered their names. But he didn't move, too afraid, too wrecked, too hers.
"I love you," he whispered, voice broken and raw. "So much. I'm sorry I made you chase me..I'm sorry for it all, I'll wait forever next time, please!..Can I kiss you now?" She chuckled and nodded, knowing him so well. He would definitely make a mistake one day just to get punished like this again. Yet she nodded. "We can kiss, and you can even move your hands now. It's all done."
She let him know. "Just give me one minute, I promise, hmm?" Sunoo's heart skipped a beat as she gave in, as she finally told him he could move. His breath was still coming in sharp, rapid pants, shaking with need and relief, but even more so, love. He just nodded silently, wrecked, eyes, glossy and wet still watching her. He would have agreed to anything in that moment.
"Yes, okay, I'll wait, whatever you want, just please." A breathless beat, and then "I'm all yours!" She grabbed a pack of wet wipes from her vanity and threw it to him. "I will use the bathroom. Use it if it's not too sensitive yet." He caught the pack she tossed and immediately set to work, grateful that he could at least move his hands with her permission. He was still incredibly sensitive, and the act of cleaning up felt torturous, but he did it quickly, too desperate to have her next to him again.
Y/n went to the bathroom as she said. She had to clean herself because her shorts were definitely soaked now. She washed her hands too and changed into another pair of shorts, then got back to him. He was wearing his pants and staring at the ceiling. Lashes still damp and lips swollen and plump.
"Still alive?" He was looking up at the ceiling like he was about to have an out of body experience, still breathing hard, a mess. But he was definitely alive and waiting. She switched the lights to the dim ones and opened the air conditioner to cool the air as she crawled back. He didn't even let her lie down fully before he was clinging to her, wrapping himself around her body like a koala finally finding home.
His skin was still warm, slightly damp, but he didn't care. All he wanted was to be pressed against her, face half buried in the crook of her neck. He nuzzled into her warmth with a tiny whimper. "Smell so good, noona," he mumbled, voice hoarse and sleepy sweet. "Don't ever ignore me again, please?"
His arms tightened around her waist, legs tangling with hers, completely possessive again now that the storm had passed. Even after being punished, broken, and brought to tears, he still acted like she was the one who belonged to him. "Can I stay like this forever?" he whispered, already half dreaming with ecstasy. "Just holding you?"
"Of course we can, Sunoo. Thought you wanted to kiss me, though." She said with a chuckle. He had literally begged for a kiss five minutes ago. His eyes snapped open at her words, drowsy, still heavy from everything, but suddenly very much awake at the tease. "I do!" he squeaked, instantly lifting his head off her shoulder, cheeks pink all over again. "I definitely want to kiss you, like, a lot, right now."
He didn't wait for permission this time. He just leaned in fast, lips brushing hers with that same desperate softness as before. Sweet, clumsy, and needy. A little whimper escaped him mid kiss, like he had been starving and was finally allowed to eat. When he pulled back an inch, just enough to breathe, he gave her the most pitifully adorable look.
"Was I good?" he whispered, batting those long lashes, voice all innocence now that he was warm, full of cuddles, and completely hers again. She patted his messy hair and nodded with a lazy smile. "Too good. I'm actually surprised. If we don't mention the times you broke the rules, you were too good."
She kissed him back, lazy, slow, soft, and intimate, feeling his warm skin warm her up too. She let a moan out this time, knowing this wasn't going to go further than just kisses and cuddles. Sunoo melted into the kiss like warm honey, slow, deep, and completely sappy. Her moan vibrated against his lips, and he whimpered into it, pulling her impossibly closer like he was trying to crawl inside her skin.
"I'm good," he mumbled between soft pecks. "I'm yours. That's all that matters to me." He nuzzled back into her neck after, breath warm against her collarbone as he tucked himself around her again, shirtless chest rising and falling in slow rhythm with hers. A tiny giggle escaped him. "Besides, I only broke the rules because I wanted you to keep touching me."
Then, realizing what he had just admitted, his eyes went wide. "Ah, must have been the wind!" He buried his face in her shoulder instantly. "I didn't say that.. Punish me again if you want!" He whined, voice deeper but muffled by fabric and shame and zero regret.
"You wish. I'm going to change tactics now that I know you enjoyed this one much more than you should." She said but hugged him tighter. "Felt like I was punishing myself, not you." She whispered against his warm skin. He let out a tiny huff, half pout, half purr, as she hugged him tighter. Her whisper against his skin made him shiver all over again.
"You were punishing yourself," he mumbled into her neck, lips brushing softly with every word. "I saw how wet you were, how much you struggled." He tilted his head just enough to peek up at her with those big, almost innocent eyes, too sharp for someone who looked this drowsy and cuddly. "So maybe we both needed it?"
He said with a giggle. A beat of silence, then a small, cheeky grin. "Next time, I'll be worse on purpose." "Next time, huh?" She scoffed a chuckle. "If you noticed how wet I was, why didn't you do anything about it?" His cheeks were still flushed. He couldn't help it, even when he was in a bratty mood.
"Because I was being obedient. I did my best," he whimpered, giving her big, watery eyes. "But you were cruel, my poor noona." He shifted a little more onto his back under the covers, pulling her closer, letting her fall on top of him. Like this, he could wrap his arms around her completely. "You were supposed to reward me or something."
"Since when do people get rewards after being punished? Especially spoiled ones?" She stared at him with a lazy smile and eyes about to shut. She didn't even know how he still had energy to chat. "Next time, you won't get to have a safe word then. I get to decide if I should have mercy on you or not. Spoiler alert, probably not."
He blinked slowly, dazed, tired, but his ears perked at her words like an excited puppy hearing its name. "No safe word?" he whispered, voice soft and dreamy. "But then I would really have to behave." A tiny pause, then a slow, sleepy grin spread across his face, cheeky even in exhaustion. "Or be extra bad on purpose."
He snuggled deeper into her neck, breath warm and lazy. "If you won't let me say mochi, then I'll just cry until you stop, or beg so much you get tired of me." He laughed, his body shaking under hers as his arms tightened around her, possessive, clingy, smug. "You can't win, noona. I'll always make you have mercy on me."
"You're right. And I hate that you're aware of it." She laughed too and pinched his arm. "Now stop squirming around like a snake and let's sleep. You might need to make that strawberry toast for tomorrow's breakfast again, so save some energy for it." She said with closed eyes and her head buried under his chin, being the smaller after all was a win.
He gasped in faux offense, or actual offense, at her pinching, but the pout instantly melted away into a smile when she nestled against his chin like that. He hummed in contentment, still refusing to let go, but he had finally settled in comfortably, and the thought of making strawberry toast again actually made him sleepy.
When he spoke again, his voice was deep, sleepy, and muffled under her hair. "Okay, I'll sleep," he mumbled, nuzzling her head under his chin. "I'll make strawberry toast. I promise." "You have to." she whispered, barely awake, even though she knew he wasn't going to sleep immediately. Maybe in thirty minutes or so. He always had energy for nothing.
Sunoo buried a smile in her hair, a little giddy at how quickly she had gone from authoritative to sleepy, but still so demanding. It was adorable how she still wanted to make sure he would make breakfast tomorrow. And she was right about the sleep part. He probably would toss and turn for a good fifteen to twenty minutes just thinking about this, even though he was completely exhausted.
When she actually started snoring softly, deep in sleep, he slightly moved and stumbled to the bathroom, took a quick shower, and chugged a whole bottle of water after a small version of his skin care routine before sneaking under the blanket again beside her, too ready to drift into sleep after setting an alarm on his phone just to make sure to have her breakfast ready when she woke up.
The last thing he did was press a lot of kisses to her face and bare shoulders, then hold her closer and give in to sleepiness. Knowing that if his friends, Jungwon and Sunghoon specially, found out, they would definitely tease him but still be very proud.
Detective Oblivious - Various Genshin Characters x GN! Reader
â Summary: Your best friend lately has been acting strange. Could they have a crush on someone?! You have to get to the bottom of itâŠthough perhaps you can start by noticing how they look at you
â Characters Included (Separate): Alhaitham, Ayato, Kazuha, Xiao, Yelan, Ningguang
â Genre/Trope: Romantic + Fluff + Maybe a bit of Crack
â Warnings: None
â Extra: HSR Ver Here // Semi-Proof Read
Honestly I don't blame you for not noticing Alhaitham likes you. He's very hard to read. But at the same time, it doesn't take a detective to notice how he's more careful with his words when talking to you. He doesn't necessarily care what you think of him, even if he likes you, however he does wish for you to see him in a more positive light.
So even though you've been friends for so long, his sudden change in how he talks to you is so you can hopefully see how he feels about you as he believes you'd be able to notice but well...much to his dismay and annoyance, you don't.
You got the part that he likes someone, but not that those feelings are directed towards you. Have you not seen the longing stares he gives you when you're doing anything? How he's more lenient in what you're doing?? How when he was The Acting Grand Sage, how he always looked over anything you wrote to him first???
Clearly not as, as when he enters his home he can see you talking to Kaveh to see if he knows anything about who he likes. Kaveh, noticing him behind you, simply smiled. Although Alhaitham wants to confess to you, he'd rather him telling you directly or you finding out yourself without the need of help from others. And Kaveh knew this...
"Oh, he likes yo-"
A book was suddenly thrown at Kaveh as the Scribe quickly took you away.
"Wh- hey! He was going to tell me something"
"Didn't want him to say something I should be saying...I should be the one telling you I like you"
Many people caught on to the way Ayato treated you differently towards others, in fact. Both Ayaka and Thoma knew he liked you before he himself knew. Yet, why was it that everyone but you knew how much he held you dear to his heart?
Ayato never had much free time to be frank, however unlike his other friends and even family. He would never send anyone as many gifts as he did to you. Anytime you liked something you'd have it delivered to your house right away. You always thanked him for it, beaming as you looked at it. Although you did slightly feel bad as some of the things you off handily mention wanting are quite expensive. But the Commissioner doesn't care. Seeing that smile is enough for him.
What he does care about however, is how dense you are towards his acts of affection. As stated, he gives you more gifts than anyone else he knows. But another thing he does that he's surprised doesn't get you to catch on, is him "jokingly" calling your Mx Kamisato (he's half joking, he does want to marry you)
What surprises him more is that you somehow think it's directed to someone else?? You question him on who he's referring to even though he was looking directly at you.
Eventually he gently backs you into a corner and makes you face him, turning your chin towards him.
"My dear...I've tried everything but you don't get the hint. So I'll say it here...I love you~"
You found some poems that Kazuha had written, and it's about someone. In fact, it's about someone romantically. This caused you to quickly search for who said love poem is about.
One of the kids witnessed you ranting to yourself about who could've taken the samurai's heart and told Beidou, who then found it amusing enough to tell Kazuha who at first laughs it off before realising you've likely read the poems he wrote. He is thankful you haven't found out it's about you, but at the same time. He doesn't think you've met anyone that's like you, and the love poem does describe you near perfectly. Still...at least you haven't found out?
He watches from a small distance as you glance at him before looking away. This happens a lot, especially when he's talking to a friend who questions your behaviour. In fact, you've done this so much that people assume you're Kazuha's partner and want his attention. They even comment about it to which you both politely explain that you're just friends.
Eventually though, he makes no comment when someone assumes the two of you are dating, which makes you question him which leads to you finally figuring out who the love poem is about.
"Wait so...the love poems..."
"Is about you yes, I like you"
I can see him being quite confused himself when he realises he likes someone and might even tell you about how he's feeling. He won't directly say who it is but he tells enough to let you know he's fallen DEEP in love with someone.
Now the two of you are trying to figure out just who's the one making his heart beat faster and clouding his mind. In truth, Xiao quickly realizes it's you that's causing it. But he can't tell you, he's a bit too flustered to tell you, especially with how cute you look trying to figure it out yourself.
So he lets the search go on, he allows you to drag him to meet various people and see if he feels his heart beating faster. And while it does, that's only because you're beside him. Nothing else. He was happy enough to let you guess till you gave up, he didn't think you'd like him back anyways.
However Hu Tao would beg to differ, she's been listening to you rant about how you loved Xiao and all that stuff. In fact, she's even heard from Zhongli that Xiao likes you. So when you come along with the Adeptus in tow and ask him if he feels any different towards her. She has a feeling she knows what's going on. And why not play matchmaker?
"You don't feel anything at all?"
"No..."
The funeral directly quickly piped up, gently pushing you into Xiao's arms and watching his face burst into shades of crimson.
"What about now? Having the love of your life in your arms is bound to make you feel something right?"
She...out right flirts with you. And not in a way to get info from you, just...actual flirting. Yelan knows what she wants and tends to get what she wants. More so in terms of information, but she also wants you and will try anything to make you realize her feelings for you.
She probably knows you like her as well, so this should be easy right? Just flirt with you and you'll get the picture right?...Yeah...
"I would love to spend the future with you y'know darling~ Especially in the same house"
"Oh that would be great"
"Exa-"
"Rent would be so much cheaper if we were roommates"
She...finds your obliviousness cute...in a weird way though. She finds it even more cute that you do in fact recognize her flirting eventually...but think she's using you as practice. Now she spots you trying to figure out who it is so you can help her more. And "act" like her crush. She does need to eventually tell you so you can stop searching, I mean. The answer is clear if you look in a mirror.
"C'mon Lanlan, you need to tell who you actually like"
"Hm? Oh but I am sweetie~"
Ningguang is obviously highly respected and of course has her own set of admirers. You used to see her reading each letter with care and consideration before laughing. Not in a hateful way, truly she's grateful people like her that much. But recently she seems to read them a bit faster, seemingly searching for one name in particular.
It's clear to you she wants a certain person to be in her pile of confession letters. And you'll figure out who. I mean, what better way to help your friend then finding out who she likes and seeing if they like her back right :D
Well...word got to her that you've been searching through some of her things, nothing personal but just around her office. Not to mention observing her more closely lately which she plays off as you being interested in what she has to say. But when she hears that you've apparently scared a poor soul with some of your questioning she goes to confront you.
To which you weakly explain you want to help her find out if her crush likes her back or not. She simply laughs a bit, surprised. She's been giving you special treatment ever since she found out her feelings for you. You've been given bigger discounts because she just cannot let her "darling" pay so much. Alongside other things she thought were obvious hints in the hopes you'll write her a confession letter.
"Well...if you want to help me find out if they like me back, answer me this"
"Yeah?"
"Do you like me?"
Anyone else find it hard to know when someone likes them? Cuz I do, hence this idea sprang forth. Not all the characters included are ones I simp for but I thought it would be interesting to add them (I literally only simp for Alhaitham and Ayato out of the characters included tbh nsoaorgr)
Quando [Nome] o viu pela manhã, caminhando em passos preguiçosos para a escola, ele não demonstrava um sequer pingo de ansiedade.[Nome] se perguntava se ele tinha esquecido o que dissera na noite passada.
O asfalto molhado brilhava como pequenas frestas de luz contra a vitrine do restaurante. [Nome] e Sieun observavam com atenção. Yeon jå estava satisfeito, empurrando sua tigela vazia para a direita; em contrapartida, [Nome] sequer tocou na comida.
â NĂŁo vai comer? â Ele questionou baixo, quase um sopro, olhando-a com curiosidade.
â Sem fome.
â No seu tempo. â Ele murmurou uma Ășltima vez antes de voltar sua atenção Ă rua.
â Um gato. â Sieun murmurou como se nĂŁo fosse o Ăłbvio.
[Nome] se agachou rente ao pequeno, alisando sua cabeça com o indicador. â Ă meigo.
â NĂŁo me parece um gato de rua. â E realmente nĂŁo era. Uma garotinha ofegante pulou do mesmo arbusto, acendendo a luz de seus olhos quando viu o pequeno.
â Obrigado. â Ela disse simplesmente antes de acolher o gato em seus braços.
â Eu me assustei. â [Nome] sussurrou.
Sieun não respondeu. Ele estava parado. Eståtico. Sua respiração era calma, seu peito se movimentava com leveza, sua garganta se moveu em tamanha mansidão enquanto ele engolia a saliva com força.
Em um toque råpido, ele agarrou a mão dela com força, arregalando os olhos quando viu a expressão de choque no rosto da garota. Ele não era alto, nem forte, mas sua presença transmitia uma segurança sobre-humana.[Nome] sorriu pequeno enquanto abraçava seu braço com força. Era como um sonho. Exatamente como ela sempre sonhou. Seu perfume não era forte; ele cheirava a perfume leve, borracha e um dia årduo de estudos.
Sieun, em uma coragem repentina, inclinou-se para um beijo rĂĄpido. [Nome] permanecia em ĂȘxtase; talvez isso tenha afetado a confiança de Yeon, que agora apenas abria e fechava a boca, procurando palavras.
â Sieun â ela murmurou.
â DeverĂamos namorar â ele disse alto. NĂŁo para o bairro escutar, mas o suficiente para fazer uma senhora idosa que estava prestes a atravessar a rua soltar uma risada agradĂĄvel.
E ele fugiu. NĂŁo correu, apenas deu passadas largas e apressadas, quase vergonhoso.
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â Eu liguei exatas quarenta e nove vezes; vocĂȘ ignorou todas. â Ele revirou os olhos com força. Hyoman, que observava o desenrolar da histĂłria ao canto da sala, sentiu que Seongje estava se preparando para bater na garota.
â Eu avisei que ia sair para jogar.
â Custava muito atender uma das minhas quarenta e nove ligaçÔes?
Mediante a situação, [Nome] poderia dizer que a próxima batida seria fatal para a porta.
â [Nome], nĂŁo vai atender? â A mĂŁe da garota murmurou, desligou a televisĂŁo e se sentou adequadamente na poltrona. â Seungje nĂŁo vai desistir, vocĂȘ sabe. â Completamente ignorada pela filha, ela decidiu agir por si sĂł.
â Oh, como vai, minha sogra? â Ele forçou um sorriso amigĂĄvel, apertando as mĂŁos da mulher com uma ternura admirĂĄvel. â [Nome] estĂĄ? â Ela usou o queixo para apontar para o sofĂĄ. â Obrigado.
Seungje seguiu em passos fundos para o sofĂĄ, punhos cerrados e rosto rĂgido. â Posso saber por que nĂŁo atendeu Ă s minhas ligaçÔes?
Ele franziu o cenho, analisando as trĂȘs opçÔes que lhe foram oferecidas. â Eu gostei desse. â Ele se sentou ao lado dela, deslizando seu braço sobre os ombros da garota e a puxando para mais perto de si.
TW: Sexo, como esperado. Sem camisinha, aposto que nĂŁo esperavam por essa. Perder a virgindade. Tem um pouquinho de sangue. Sem final feliz para o Donghyuck, amigos! NĂŁo revisei!
Donghyuck mordeu o lĂĄpis mais uma vez antes de atirĂĄ-lo contra a parede.
â Qual o motivo da mudança repentina de humor? â [Nome] questionou.
â O tesĂŁo faz com que os jovens tenham mudanças drĂĄsticas de humor. â Ele sorriu pequeno, mas suas investidas foram completamente ignoradas.
Ele se aproximou lentamente da namorada, uma mĂŁo em sua coxa enquanto a outra brincava alegremente com seus fios de cabelo.
â Estamos mantendo essa barreira de milĂmetros a tanto tempo. Apenas beijos e abraços. â Ele enrolou uma madeixa em seu indicador. â EstĂĄ ficando chato, nĂŁo acha?
Apenas um longo fio de respiraçÔes pesadas foi escutado depois do fim daquela frase.
â Apenas faça. â Ela sussurrou.
E logo seu quarto se tornou um completo paraĂso. Mesmo percebido seu prĂłprio erro, eles jĂĄ estavam absortos demais.
[Nome] sentou sobre os lençóis brancos do namorado, o apertando entre seus dedos. Ele não perdeu tempo ao deitå-la confortavelmente em sua cama, mãos passeando por sua cintura enquanto seu joelho fazia uma pressão tortuosa entre suas pernas.
Ainda era tarde, o sol brilhava em um tom vivido de vermelho. Logo anoiteceria e os pais de Donghyuck estariam em casa.
âHyuck, a porta... â Ele gemeu contra seu pescoço. A distancia era tĂŁo curta que [Nome] pode notar o revirar de olhos do garoto.
Ele ainda tinha um grande incomodo entre suas pernas. Tão grande que fazia sua respiração pesar e seu corpo aquecer. O garoto abriu o colete que usava enquanto abanava o próprio rosto com a mão.
â O que estĂĄ olhando? â Ele arqueou uma sobrancelha ao notar o corpo estĂĄtico de [Nome] o encarando.
â Vamos fazer... â Ela encolheu os ombros.
â NĂŁo precisa se obrigar a fazer isso. â Ele sorriu acolhedor, acomodando-se melhor no sofĂĄ. â Eu nĂŁo vou te amar menos por isso.
â Mas eu quero...
Seus joelhos logo se apoiaram contra o sofĂĄ, montando o corpo do namorado.
Ainda hesitante, Donghyuck lentamente levou seus dedos a boceta vestida da garota, deslizando para cima e para baixo.
â Talvez a falta de experiencia tenha feito essa boceta se tornar gulosa, nĂŁo acha? â O Lee mostrou seus dedos brilhantes de excitação.
â Ă o suficiente para vocĂȘ entrar em mim? â Os dedos trĂȘmulos da garota desceram o zĂper da calça de Hyuck.
Puxando a cueca do garoto, [Nome] apoiou suas mãos no ombro do mesmo e esperou sua próxima ação.
â Espere, e a camisinha? â Ele estava preste a empurrar seu corpo quando ela o abraçou pelo pescoço e disse:
â Tudo bem se fizermos sem. â Donghyuck estremeceu. â Vamos ficar bem.
A noite havia chegado. NĂŁo havia mais sol, apenas um belo brilho azul vindo da lua.
O Lee empurrou a calcinha para o lado antes de, lentamente, adentrar a boceta molhada da garota. Suas testas estavam grudadas uma na outra por suor. Olhares romĂąnticos um ao outro, uma mĂŁo segurava seu rosto e a outra descansava em sua cintura.
â Imaginava sua primeira vez dessa forma? â Ele sussurrou.
â NĂŁo, realmente. â Suas bochechas queimaram. Um gemido baixo escapou dos lĂĄbios do Lee quando se sentiu apertado por seu interior. â Seus pais nĂŁo vĂŁo chegar agora, vĂŁo? â Ela murmurou.
â NĂŁo sei. â Ela tremeu.
â NĂŁo sabe? â A garota rapidamente se prontificou a sair daquela posição intima o mais rĂĄpido possĂvel.
Seus quadris resolveram seguir o prĂłprio ritmo, um a qual Hyuck sentiu a alma sair de seu corpo. Ele estava impaciente. A ideia de meter em [Nome] sem dĂł parecia de fato atrativa.
â Hyuck... â Seus doces lĂĄbios de aproximaram de seu ouvido. â VocĂȘ pode fazer isso por mim?
Donghyuck viu aquela frase como a permissĂŁo que ele mais precisava naquele momento. O corpo de [Nome] foi colocado confortavelmente sobre o sofĂĄ. O polegar do namorado deslizou por sua bochecha antes de adentrar sua boca.
â Morda o quanto quiser, tudo bem? â Ela balançou a cabeça de leve.
Seu ritmo se iniciou lento, como uma previa antes do real espetĂĄculo. Seus quadris se moviam de forma implacĂĄvel, tanto que [Nome] sentia sua boceta arder e, talvez fosse apenas um delĂrio por conta de tamanho prazer, mas tinha quase certeza que viu sangue no pau de seu namorado.
[Nome] jå havia alcançado seu orgasmo. Espasmava e ofegava enquanto Donghyuck não parava.
â Posso te usar por mais alguns minutos, nĂŁo posso? â Ele sorriu sacana.
As coxas do Lee tremeram e seu pau pulsou adentro da boceta. â Venha dentro de mim. â Ela sussurrou.
â O que? â Ele nem sequer teve tempo para negar. Sua carga jĂĄ havia jorrado. â Ei! O que acabamos de fazer? â Ele ofegou. A raiva era clara em seu rosto. â Eu nĂŁo deveria ter gozado dentro.
â Vamos ficar bem, nĂŁo seja chato.
Donghyuck tentou engolir sua angustia, mas no dia seguinte comprou trĂȘs testes de gravidez diferente.
No dia seguinte, no exato dia, o Lee se viu diante de uma situação onde ele era oprimido. Onde ele era o criminoso. Logo o Lee avistou [Nome], com um olhar vazio e ombros encolhidos.
â VocĂȘ engravidou a minha filha?
â O que...?
â VocĂȘ obrigou ela a isso! â Donghyuck sentiu um tapa forte contra seu rosto.
Foi uma escolha mutua. Mas apenas o Lee foi martelado, crucificado e abandonado naquela situação. Sob os fios de cabelo sobre sua testa, Donghyuck pode ver o olhar envergonhado de [Nome].
à irracional, mas ele não poderia fazer nada naquela situação. Apenas aceitar a si mesmo um pecador.
O sinal tocou exatas quatro badaladas antes de Mark irromper pela porta da sala de aula. O local se tornou um circo e ele era a atração principal.
O garoto engoliu em seco antes de puxar o colarinho do uniforme, abaixar a cabeça e entrar.
â Bom dia, Lee!
â Sua professora disse com as mĂŁos na cintura e um sorriso amigĂĄvel.
â Bom dia. - Ele se curvou levemente.
Mark era o prĂłprio estereĂłtipo de um pervertido.
Voz baixa, bolsas escuras sob os olhos, uniforme que, mesmo que estivesse no tamanho exato, parecia enorme em seu corpo e o cabelo bagunçado.
Sim.
Este era o mais marcante.
Uniforme bem-passado e sapatos limpos, mas ainda assim seu cabelo parecia um ninho de passarinhos de tĂŁo desarrumado.
Qualquer um poderia reconhecer um pervertido tĂŁo aparente quanto ele.
O garoto coçou o topo da cabeça enquanto jogava sua mochila no chão. Ao se acomodar melhor em seu acento, Mark ouviu passos apressados no corredor. Arrumando melhor sua armação, ele passou a analisar melhor os sons. Logo uma gloriosa visão passou pela janela de sua sala.
â Mark, vocĂȘ poderia me dizer o que a garota do 3Âș ano tem de tĂŁo interessante? â Seus olhos assustados foram imediatamente em direção a professora, que sorria travessa para o mais novo.
O garoto apertou os låbios enquanto abaixa seu olhar para suas mãos tremulas. Seu rosto estava quente, seu corpo estava quente. Tanto que nem mesmo sua cabeleira bagunçada poderia esconder o ardor de suas bochechas.
â Foi o que vocĂȘ ouviu, Mark. Vamos, venha aqui.
Ele estava tremendo.
Tanto que sentiu uma dormĂȘncia horrĂvel em suas pernas. O garoto andava lentamente atraindo olhares, sorrisos e comentĂĄrios desavergonhados de seus colegas.
â Aqui. â Eram apenas dois livros, mas para um garoto tremulo e de poucos mĂșsculos, pareciam 5. A professora sorriu presunçosa enquanto arrumava o cabelo do garoto. â NĂŁo demore.
Ao sair da sala, Mark logo colocou os livros entre o braço e as costelas e bagunçou seus fios novamente.
â Droga. â A biblioteca nĂŁo era longe. NĂŁo havia tempo para pensar em algum plano e fugir nĂŁo era uma opção. â Se concentre.
Com confiança, Mark empurrou a porta, o que causou um grande estrondo, atraindo a atenção de todos os alunos presentes ali.
Mark faria de tudo para que sua saia fosse 5 cm mais curta. Seu olhar subiu, procurando alguma brecha em sua camisa, se os botÔes fossem mais separados, seria o måximo.
â OlĂĄ, Mark! â Ela se levantou.
Oh, nesse momento ele se sentiu tĂŁo pequeno perto dela. Seus olhos passearam por ela por completo, ansiando por cada centĂmetro de seu corpo.
Sim. TĂŁo linda. TĂŁo... Ah...
â Mark?
Ele estava agradecendo mentalmente pela chance de presenciar tamanha beleza de perto. Aquela garota e um copo de ĂĄgua. Era exatamente o que ele precisava.
E agora ele estava na cabine de um banheiro pouco usado descobrindo o que isso significa.
Ele estĂĄ sentado sobre a tampa do vaso sanitĂĄrio com a garota de seus sonhos entre suas pernas.
â VocĂȘ... â Ele gaguejou. â Me acha atraente?
Ela sorriu. â Achar vocĂȘ atraente? â Ela massageou suas coxas enquanto deslizava a lĂngua molhada por seu pescoço. â Perguntaram como vocĂȘ me descreveria e vocĂȘ respondeu âConvexo em cima e Convexo em baixoâ. Com toda certeza eu nĂŁo te acho atraente.
â O que estĂĄ olhando? â Um tapa seria uma recompensa perfeita. Ele pensou.
â Eu quero entrar em vocĂȘ.
â NĂŁo. â Ele tremeu.
Ainda vestida, [Nome] apenas puxou a saia para cima e sentou em seu colo. O choque Ăntimo fez seu corpo arrepiar, mas ela nĂŁo parecia nem um pouco afetada.
Sua boceta vestida ia para frente e para trĂĄs. Mark sentia seu corpo espasmar violentamente. Seus gemidos poderiam ser ouvidos por qualquer um que passasse por aquele corredor. [Nome] beijou seus lĂĄbios trĂȘmulos antes de se aproximar de seu ouvido.
â VocĂȘ queria que minha saia fosse mais curta? â Seus Ăłculos desceram pela ponte de seu nariz, efeito dado pela quantidade horrenda de suor que saia de seus poros.
Os Ăłculos de Mark jĂĄ haviam caĂdo, seus olhos brilhantes e sua franja suada estavam bem aparentes para ela.
â Eu sinto muito. â Ele apertou os olhos quando sentiu seu orgasmo se aproximando.
â VocĂȘ sente? â Seus dedos lentamente desabotoavam sua camisa.
Mark sentiu um forte brilho contra seus olhos. Ele havia encontrado ouro. Seu rosto rapidamente se enterrou contra seus seios. Ele mordiscava e chupava cada ĂĄrea que estivesse Ă vista.
â VocĂȘ nĂŁo parece arrependido. â Ele fez uma longa pausa. Seus lĂĄbios se entreabriam com um choque tĂŁo intimamente agressivo e ele logo gozou, enterrando seu rosto suado entre seus seios.
Empurrando sua cabeça, [Nome] levantou do colo do garoto. Organizou suas vestes antes de voltar sua atenção a ele que, ainda exposto, tentava controlar sua asma com uma bombinha.
â Tenha uma boa aula, Mark. â Ela sorriu amigĂĄvel antes de sair.
Foram longos minutos de silĂȘncio antes de Mark responder. â O quĂȘ?
Eu simplesmente nĂŁo consigo imaginar algo limpo com Yeonjun. Quando ele sugere algo sujo, ele nĂŁo estĂĄ brincando.
Uma mistura nojenta de suor, esperma, lĂĄgrimas e saliva.
Esse garoto cospe em seu parceiro por um total de zero motivos.
Ele apenas se sente inferior naquela situação.
Quero dizer. Ele estĂĄ acima de vocĂȘ. Ele nĂŁo vai segurar aquela merda na boca, ele vai apenas cuspir na sua boca ou em vocĂȘ, do tipo: "O que vai fazer, afinal?"
Eu fico muito feliz que tenha gostado. Eu ainda estou tentando voltar a escrever smuts na mesma intensidade que eu escrevia antes e o fato de vocĂȘ ter gostado me deixa muito feliz.
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Eu nunca cheguei a escrever algo assim, mas eu jĂĄ li vĂĄrias histĂłrias com essa temĂĄtica. Se algum dia eu receber um pedido nesse estilo, ficaria muito feliz em atender.
Oioi, vocĂȘ poderia fazer um smut do doyoung hard dom gamer? Pfv, uma vibe mais ele jogando e a leitora atrapalhando sabe, meu sonho ver ele jogando alguma coisa, pode colocar outras coisas se vocĂȘ quiser
TW: Oral, humilhação, xingamentos e menção de morte (Relacionada ao jogo).
Doyoung estava insano.
E qualquer um poderia afirmar isso. Seus dedos se moviam de forma hĂĄbil sobre o teclado, transitando de um botĂŁo para o outro. De fato, Doyoung tinha dedos talentosos.
â Morra... - Ele sussurrou.
Longo tempo de observação e [Nome] foi capaz de fazer uma anotação mental.
â NĂŁo sou uma criança que precisa ser alimentada de trĂȘs em trĂȘs horas, - Ele respondeu rĂspido. â aperta essa tecla repetidas vezes para mim? - Seu tom de voz se suavizou.
Rendendo-se ao amoroso pedido, ela o atendeu enquanto observava seu namorado coçar o cotovelo.
â Obrigado, amo vocĂȘ! - Lançou um beijo no ar sem tirar seus olhos da tela.
â Meus amigos estĂŁo me chamando para uma nova partida. - Endireitou-se.
â Doyoung! - [Nome] exclamou. Ele levou seus olhos semicerrados para a namorada raivosa.
â Bom, eu tenho duas escolhas. Fazer uma pausa e abandonar o jogo ou ignorar vocĂȘ e continuar jogando. - Ele ponderou sobre o questionamento. â Escolho a segunda opção.
Seus braços a agarravam amorosamente, descansando sua cabeça na curvatura do pescoço feminino.
â Isso me faz lembrar de uma histĂłria que eu li na infĂąncia. - Seus lĂĄbios vibraram contra o pescoço dela.
â E ela era sobre o que?
â Sobre um homem que se escondia em uma poltrona e se apaixonava por todas as mulheres que sentavam nele. - [Nome] arqueou uma sobrancelha.
â Que diabos de infĂąncia vocĂȘ teve?
â Esqueça isso. - Ele deu de ombros. Por um longo tempo, o casal se absteve Ă apenas aproveitar a presença um do outro. â Tudo bem, cansei! - Ele a empurrou, logo erguendo sua destra em direção aos fones de ouvido.
Uma partida acirrada, ele nem percebeu que estava descontando uma enorme frustração em sua boca.
Logo chegou o arrepio, seguido de pernas moles e um jato quente inundando sua garganta. Seus dedos abandonaram os fios de cabelo da garota e, com um golpe final, ele encerrou o jogo.
â Nossa, estou faminto. - Chacoalhando suas pernas, ele conseguiu desenlaçar-se do toque pecaminoso e necessitado da garota, que insistia em abraçå-las. â Quando eu voltar, eu cuido de vocĂȘ.
â VocĂȘ promete?
â Alguma vez deixei vocĂȘ na mĂŁo? - Com um meio riso e um bico irĂŽnico, ele saiu.
E para finalizar, lhes trago mais um fato 100% confirmado.
Ele nĂŁo cuidou de nada.
Sobre a histĂłria citada pelo Doyoung.
Ă um conto do autor japonĂȘs, Edogawa Ranpo. Este conto perturbador gira em torno de uma escritora que recebe uma carta de um fabricante de sofĂĄs. Na carta, ele admite ter modifica uma de suas encomendas para que uma pessoa fosse capaz de sentar-se dentro dela, tudo isso apenas para sentir os corpos em cima dele.
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oii, se nn for incomodar, vc poderia fazer um smut do jeno soft!dom com dumbification??? đđđ
Eu meio que ainda estou tentando recuperar meu ritmo para escrever obscenidades. Acho que Jeno estĂĄ nesta histĂłria mais como um Hard dom, mas espero que esteja a seu agrado!
â â â â â â â O que Jeno mais odiava
Personagens: Jeno Ă Leitora
TW: Masturbação, Dumbfication, Humilhação e xingamentos.
Humilhante.
[Nome] poderia facilmente dizer que se sentia como um desvalido naquele momento.
Claro, se houvesse qualquer tipo de pensamento coerente em sua cabeça.
Seu vocabulårio havia se limitado a choramingos e quadris movendo-se eroticamente em direção aos dedos calejados do Lee.
â Sim, sim! Uma vadia burra. Completamente burra. - Sua mĂŁo estava parada e, em tom zombeteiro, ele ronronava enquanto sua garota fazia todo o trabalho. â VocĂȘ gosta? - Seu sorriso aumentou ao notar a expressĂŁo sofrida no rosto de [Nome]. â NĂŁo consegue responder?
Seus dedos, lentamente, deslizaram para fora da cavidade Ășmida. Ele estava satisfeito com o resultado.
â Eu te amo.
Sua boceta estava uma bagunça e ela nem sequer havia gozado.
Um perfeito trabalho pela metade.
Nossa, como Jeno odeia vadias burras.
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