hobi hobi~

“I want the pink toothbrush!” Your daughter shouted with her high pitched voice, pointing at the toothbrush of the respective colour.

“Alright.” You smiled and handed it to her, “Here you go, Haneul.” 

“And you?” You looked at Haneul’s twin brother, smiling ever so sweetly “I want green.” Yohan answered, his chubby finger pointing at the toothbrush. 

You removed it from the wrapping and handed it to him “Now, brush your teeth, I want them all clean, alright?” 

Both of them nodded and you started filling in the laundry, programming it to function for that night. Spring coming with its perfect weather for the twins to play outside, it also meant your laundry had to work overtime with the amount of mud they get on their clothes.

Turning around, you noticed them arguing over the toothpaste. You shook your head and took it out of Haneul’s hand before she could make a mess and put a little bit on it on both of their toothbrushes. 

Patrolling so that they wouldn’t argue over something silly again, you helped them in their pyjamas and tugged their covers.

With one kiss on each of their foreheads, you whispered “Good night.” And exited their room, hoping none of them woke up for the whole night.

You rested your back against the door, rubbing your temples with a soft sigh. You loved the twins, you had never wished for something as wonderful as them— But it was draining to follow them the whole day and also do all the chores. 

You tried your best not to let it show, Sunghoon surely had it worse, waking up at dawn and coming back later than sunset. It must be so exhausting you didn’t have the heart to complain about your own tiredness.

You walked to the bedroom, opening the door just to widen your eyes when you saw Sunghoon’s figure, removing his blazer meaning he had just come home. 

You smiled “Hey.” You said, closing the door behind your back. 

He raises his eyebrows at the sight of you. “Hey pretty,” Sunghoon murmured, his eyes trailing along the length of your body.

He threw his jacket on the edge of the chair sitting over by his desk, his eyes not leaving you for a moment.

“You’re back.” You stated, fighting the urge not to add a ‘finally’ and walked towards him, taking the jacket to fold it better.

He watched as your fingers nimbly folded the jacket, a soft smile appearing on his tired face. 

Sunghoon felt the stress of the day slowly disappear from him when he looked at you. He reached out and took the jacket from your hand, setting it down before pulling you close to him.

“I couldn't stay away from you three any longer.” He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss upon your lips.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head “They kept asking about you.” 

A small laugh escaped his lips and he tightened his arms around your waist in return, “Did they really?” It was rhetorical since he already knew the answer. 

He hadn’t been home early enough to see them for days due to his work and he couldn’t help but feel guilty at the fact. Sunghoon knew that he needed to spend more time at home, with you and his little daughter and son.

You hummed, resting your head on his chest with a small sigh. You had missed the way your bodies mended together, just so perfect for each other.

His warm embrace always made your day better, no batter what hardship you had encountered— He just knew what made you happy.

Noticing that you weren’t saying much as usual, where you would tell him all the things that happened through the day, Sunghoon gently cupped the back of your head, his fingers brushing your hair out of your face.

“You ok, love?” He asked softly, tilting your head up so he could look at you, his eyes scanning your face to search for any sign of discomfort.

“I’m sorry,” You shook your head “I’m just tired.” You gave him a small smile, not wanting to worry him much. 

He nodded, understanding that you were going through a lot as well, “Don’t apologise,” Sunghoon mumbled, before pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“I think we could both benefit from being in bed right now,” He teased lightly, a smirk appearing on his lips “You worked so hard, even ironed all my blazers.”

“Yeah but you take a shower first.” You pointed a threatening finger in his chest “I just changed the sheets.” 

Sunghoon chuckled lowly, “Then come join me,” He winked, gently squeezing your hip as he stepped back towards the bathroom, not letting you take a moment to respond that he was dragging you with him. 

“Hoon…” You murmured, looking back anxiously, despite the bathroom being private, they still might hear you “We need to be quiet.” 

Sunghoon looked over at you with a cocky smile, unbuttoning his shirt slowly “You know I’ll try my hardest.”

You narrowed your eyes “You never do.” 

He smirked back at you as he dropped his shirt to the floor, “You love it though,” He quipped teasingly, watching you as you stood there, watching him unabashedly.

You crossed your arms “The twins might hear us, I’m not sure they’re asleep yet.” 

“I’m sure they are.” He commented, stepping closer to you and pulling you flush to him once again.

“Besides, it’s you who needs to keep quiet, baby.” He mumbled softly as he leaned down to press a trail of kisses along the side of your neck.

You let out a contented sigh, tilting your head back to give him more access.

His hands slipped under the shirt you were wearing, his fingers gliding over the bare skin of your stomach.

Sunghoon pushed you against the counter, his teeth nibbling your collarbone, leaving small, red marks.

His hands squeezing your hips gently to keep you in place.

He was desperate to have you close again after being so busy for days and his body was missing you.

You let your hands wander all over his bare chest, feeling his shaped muscles. The feeling of your hands all over him made him eager and desperate to touch you as well. 

He quickly grabbed the hem of your shirt, bringing it over your head before tossing it to the side. 

Sunghoon let out a small groan when he noticed you weren’t wearing any bra. His hands found your breasts right away, groping them.

You attached your lips to him and as the kiss deepened, his hands started trailing down to your hips once again, his fingers digging into the flesh. 

Sunghoon pulled you even closer, moaning lowly into the kiss as he grinded against you, his desire for friction evident against your body.

You let out a shaky breath and trailed your hand down to palm his clothed bulge. 

His breath hitched and his forehead rested against yours, looking into your eyes as you palmed him. 

His lust-filled gaze locked with your own and his hand moved to grab yours, gently pulling it away.

Sunghoon had a smirk on his lips as he brought your hand to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist. “Not yet, love.”

You looked at him puzzled “Why not?”

“I want to take my time with you tonight,” Sunghoon spoke gently, his eyes burning into yours. 

One of his hands lifted to move strands of your hair and place it behind your ear. “Just because I haven't been home much doesn’t mean I’ve lost any of my skills. Just relax.” He reassured you, wiggling his thick brows.

“Yeah?” You chuckled “How about you show me?”

Sunghoon’s lips stretched up into a mischievous smirk, pulling the elastic from your hair and letting your hair fall down your shoulders.

He pushed his knee up between your legs, his smirk widening at the small gasp he managed to pry from your lips ”That's exactly what I plan on doing,” He replied.

His knee rubbed up against your heat, applying light pressure every now and then just to tease you. He could feel how hot and desperate you were becoming.

When you felt something sharp on your shoulder, you gasped “Sunghoon… No marks.”

He grinned against your skin, “But you love it when I mark you,” He purred into your ear. 

You lightly hit his shoulder “Still, it’s difficult to hide them.”

Sunghoonleaned closer so his lips hovered over yours, the two of you sharing the same breath and exhales.

”I don't want you to hide them, love,” His eyes burning with desire as he looked down at your body. “I want you to wear my marks with pride.”

You nagged “How will I explain to the twins where these marks come from?”

A low chuckle left his lips as he let his head drop down to your shoulder, his nose rubbing against your skin. 

“They’re too young to know,” He mumbled against your neck, “And these are for my eyes only anyways.”

You rolled your eyes at his shameless he was “You’re incredible.”

Sunghoon’s other hand moved to hold your chin gently so you’d look at him, his dark eyes boring into yours.

His leg moved up again, pressing harder and rubbing up against the sensitive spot he knew you’d moan at. 

“Hoon…” You murmured, unable to grind your hips on his thigh with the way he was holding you.

 “Do you know how much I missed this?” He breathed out, his fingers gently caressing your cheek before pulling your face closer to his, his mouth hovering just over yours.

“As much as I did.” You replied and made your lips crash back together, your tongues dancing the ballad of love.

“Please..” You pleaded, feeling your body burn in desire “Sunghoon, please.” 

“Please what, pretty?” Sunghoon asked mockingly, knowing exactly what it was that you wanted, but not giving it to you just yet.

“Stop teasing.” You said desperately “Stop teasing you say?” He grinned, “And just give you what you want?” He murmured before pressing a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear.

“Not tonight, baby. Tonight I want you to take what you’re given and you’ll be grateful for everything I do to you.”

Your body shuddered at his words, just the thought of finally being able to be his all over again made slick pool your panties. You nodded obediently, his husky tone just fuelling your desire.

 “Good girl,” Sunghoon mumbled softly, his hand reaching out to gently pull you forward.

“C'mon, you deserve to unwind after dealing with our babies all by yourself,” He reassured with a warm smile, leading you towards the bedroom.

You walked beside him and laid down on the bed, all bare except for the shorts you were still wearing. You looked up at him with utter lust, your nipples hardening at the sight of his huge bulge poking through his working pants. 

Sunghoon noticed it and massaged your breasts, licking his bottom lip.

Your breath was heavy, your eyes piercing through his body and your pussy aching for his cock.

“I need you.” You whispered “Yeah? Need me that bad?” You nodded, rubbing your thighs together.

Such a sight made his cock twitch in his pants, the fabric becoming more and more tight “Can’t wait anymore, mh?” He said and reached for your pants.

“Lift your hips for me.” He said and you complied, helping him remove them. 

Sunghoon held his body above you, his hands on either side of your head to prevent himself from crushing you. 

His tongue quickly slipped into your mouth once again as he relished in the taste he’d missed so badly.

“I’m going to fuck you,” He kissed your lips, unzipping his pants “I’m going to fuck you so good, put another baby in you.”

He groaned at the memory of your swollen belly, carrying not one but two of his children. The idea of having a third one went straight to his cock.

“Knock me up.” You said, blissful euphoria clouding your senses.

Sunghoon pulled down his boxers and pants, his cock sprung free, angry and pulsating. 

Your hand went down to pump it, wanting to provide him some kind of relief.

He let out a moan, bucking his hips to fuck your fist “Do you want me to prep you?” He asked. 

“No, just fuck me.” You said, impatiently, “Make me yours.”

You didn’t need to say more, Sunghoon pulled your hand away to align himself to your entrance after slipping your panties to the side and then pushed his thick tip inside of you. 

“So wet already.” You moaned out at the stretch, so sweet and painful at the same time until he pushed all of him inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix.

“You feel so good, baby,” He mumbled quietly, his body desperate for more of the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

Sunghoon’s hands gripped your hips as he slowly began to roll his own against your body, setting a slow rhythm for both of you.

You rolled your eyes back, mouth agape as you felt him pull out just to push himself right back into you.

“S-shit baby.” He groaned as he picked up pace “Squeezing my cock so tight.” 

You grasped his forearms, his muscles under your palms “Fuck— Yes.” You moaned, a little too loudly.

“Shh,” He shushed by crashing his lips on your, swallowing your moans “You don’t want Haneul and Yohan to hear you, do you?” 

You shook your head, looking at him through half-lidded eyes. 

Your own hand went down to rub small circles on your clit, bringing yourself even more pleasure.

Sunghoon craved you, your body, your mind, your whole being. He wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed himself deeper, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. 

“My wife.” He grunted “My gorgeous wife.” 

You hummed, hips bucking up to meet his thrusts “I missed you so much.” You breathed out. 

Sunghoon nodded in understanding, claiming your lips once again “I missed you too, baby.” 

Sunghoon squeezed your nipples, making you moan “I’ll take tomorrow off, fuck the company, just want be with my family.” He snapped, his hips moving more harshly against yours.

You didn’t have the mind to reply to his rumbling, his pace along with the feeling of him was enough to make the knot in your stomach tighten. 

You clenched around him, making him curse under his breath “How come you’re still so tight?” He scoffed mockingly “Pushed out two babies and you feel tighter than before— Shit!” Sunghoon bit down his bottom lip to muffle his moans.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him more down to you “Hoon, I’m gonna cum.” You warned.

“I know, pretty,” Sunghoon panted heavily between moans, his pace even faster as he chased his own end. “Cum for me, yeah?” He mumbled, “Wanna feel you come undone for me.”

You tried to hold it back, wanting the moment and the pleasure your husband brought you to last forever— But it had been a while since you two shared an intimate moment and your body wasn’t used to it as much anymore. 

With one particular deep thrust, you came with a muffled moan, your body squirming and back arched. 

Watching your orgasm sent him over the edge and he came soon after, “Fuck, Fuck.” Groaning heavily as he felt your walls clenching around him. 

He emptied his load inside you, coating your insides with his cum “Take my cum, angel.” Sunghoon twitched inside you “Take it all, good girl.”

As you both tried to come down from your high, he laid on top of you, not caring that he was probably crashing your body. You didn’t care as well when all you wanted was for him to stay close.

One of your hands went to brush his bangs out of his sweaty forehead and you pressed a small kiss on his thick brow. 

Sunghoon chuckled, the aftercare sessions always full of giggle and unspoken affection..

“Will you seriously take tomorrow off?” You asked quietly after a while, unsure whether he was being serious or if he was just too in the moment. 

He chuckled, caressing your cheek with his thumb “I’m the CEO, I decide what I want.” He said proudly. 

You smiled widely, a warm sensation spreading inside your chest “Really?” 

“Really.” He promised, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip “We’ll make a big surprise to the twins and after we take them to kindergarten….” He bucked his hips, his cock still inside your warm pussy, none of you wanting to disconnect your bodies.

He leaned down to whisper inside your ear “I’m going to have you all for myself, fuck you full of my cum until you can’t no more.” 

You kissed him, biting his bottom lip harshly “I’m down.” Sunghoon moaned, pulling you into another make out session, your bodies moving at a slow rhythm.

After cleaning up, you laid down side by side, his big body engulfing yours, warm arms protectively around your waist.

You missed all of it, the smell of his cologne, the warm feeling of the sheets around both your bodies, his soothing presence.

Sunghoon traced small patterns on your back “Stop drawing dicks.” You nagged, chuckling.

He smiled and pressed a featherlight kiss on your head “I’m so lucky to have you.” He took your hand in his, both your rings tingling “And I never tell you enough how grateful I am for our babies.”

You snuggled closer to his chest “I’m so lucky to have you too— I wouldn’t have made it alone.”

You stepped from the elevator onto the thirty-ninth floor, stilettos clicking over marble, so glossy it caught the overhead lights and flung them back in shards of silver. 

The corridor outside Sunghoon’s penthouse still smelled faintly of the cedar-and-bergamot diffuser he favored, familiar, irritating and annoyingly comforting. 

Your blouse was perfectly ironed, hair swept into a high ponytail, makeup soft but immaculate. 

Beneath the collar your scarf hid the blooming marks Jihoon’s mouth had painted along your throat last nighjt, the silk wrapped delicately each time you swallowed, a secret reminder of how fast you’d already moved on.

You rang the bell. The custom steel door whispered open, and there he was: Park Sunghoon, ex-husband, ex-golden boy, barefoot in a charcoal cashmere sweater and sweatpants that draped too casually on a body still honed like a fencer’s blade. 

which was unfair, since you had to hit the gym so much to get your body back after pregnancy.

A crooked half-smile lifted one corner of his lips, the exact smile that used to undo you, and still threatened to annoy you into irrationality.

“Two minutes late,” he said, leaning a shoulder to the jamb. “Color me shocked, you’re slipping.”

“Traffic was charitable,” you answered, gliding past him. “Or perhaps the universe felt sorry for me, knowing I’d be dealing with you.”

He gave a low, appreciative hum while closing the door. “Biting already. I Haven’t even offered you coffee yet.”

“God forbid,” you muttered. “Caffeine brewed by your hands might revert me to our marriage counseling days, and we both know how that ended.”

“Explosively.” His eyes flicked to the silk tucked at your neck, lingered just a second too long. The bastard had always been sharp. “New accessory? Striking choice for July.”

You lifted your chin. “Fashion, Sunghoon. Look it up sometime instead of living in sweatpants.”

He laughed under his breath and motioned toward the sun-drenched living room where floor-to-ceiling windows gave Seoul’s skyline center stage. 

Lego castles sprawled across the rug, watercolor palettes lay open on the coffee table, brushes soaking in mismatched mugs. 

Voices floated from the hallway: one soft and uncertain, the other bright and commanding.

“Haneul, put that down, you’ll spill!” Yohan fretted.

“It’s fine, dummy,” Haneul declared. “I’m strong.”

You couldn’t help smiling. They were your perfect halves, as contrasting and complementary as moonlight and flame. 

The moment they spotted you, four small feet thundered over the hardwood.

“Mommy!” Haneul launched herself first, fierce as always, burrowing under your blouse in search of a hug. 

She smelled like finger paint and the strawberry shampoo you’d chosen for her at six months old. Yohan arrived a breath later, slower, shy, but his arms slipped around your waist with a familiar sigh of relief.

“Hey, my loves,” you murmured, kissing each silky head. “Did you behave for Daddy?”

“They over-behaved,” Sunghoon said, folding arms across his chest. “I’m thinking of renting them out as examples to other children.”

Haneul stuck out her tongue at him. “We’re only good because we’re awesome,” she announced.

Yohan tightened his grip on your wrist, “We made you pictures,” he said, voice so small you bent to hear it. “I painted a galaxy.”

“And I drew a tiger eating a monster truck,” Haneul added proudly.

“My little artists,” you praised, gathering both creations. Yohan’s painting was good, while you werent really sure which one was the car and which one was the tigér in Haneul’s “These are masterpieces. They’re going on the fridge.”

Sunghoon’s gaze moved from the paintings to your face. “The kids have packed, everything’s by the door. I labeled the medicine for Yohan’s cough.” 

A pause, then with exaggerated politeness he said “Should I also forward their pediatrician records to your… new friend? You know, in case of emergencies between making hickey art?”

Heat pricked your ears, but you smirked “Jihoon’s a doctor, actually, I think we’ll manage.”

“A doctor,” Sunghoon repeated, tilting his head “Good choice, someone has to keep you in one piece after you trip over your own pride.”

You arched a brow “Funny, that’s exactly what he said about you, except with more medical terminology.”

Haneul, oblivious, tugged your wrist “Mommy, can we bake cookies tonight? The really gooey ones?”

“Absolutely. Yohan, you’ll help too, right?”

He nodded shyly. “If I can stir.”

“Stirring is essential,” you assured him.

Sunghoon cleared his throat “Hang on,” he said, and vanished down the hallway. The twins scampered into the foyer to collect tiny backpacks, one blue and one purple. 

You waited, fingers tracing the ridges of your wedding band’s phantom imprint— gone nearly a year now, yet some days it felt freshly removed.

He returned with two plushies, Yohan’s weathered penguin, Haneul’s stuffed phoenix, plus a zipped folder “Their latest school forms,” he said, pressing the folder into your free hand. “And Yohan’s reading log. He’s ahead of level again.”

You met his eyes, a reluctant swell of pride shared between adversaries “Thank you.”

An awkward beat. 

The kind that used to end with a kiss back when the pauses held gravity, not distance. 

He broke it first, voice low “They’re good kids because of you.”

“And you,” you granted softly. It was a truth neither of you enjoyed admitting.

Across the room the twins argued about who would press the elevator button. 

Their little voices echoed like bells, filling corners once haunted by adult shouting. Your throat tightened, but hadn’t walked into this ivory tower to cry, so you blinked the tears back.

“You okay?” Sunghoon asked, more gently than expected.

You blinked “Peachy.”

He studied you, the way he once did across candlelit tables, conviction that he could read every flicker of thought. 

His gaze drifted again to the scarf, and his lips curved, bittersweet “I don’t regret us,” he murmured. “Even if we’re better like this.”

“Better is relative,” you said, checking the time. “And you still owe me half the orthodontist fund.”

“Invoice me, I’ll pay promptly, unlike your boyfriend.” The playful barb slipped out before he could help it. You rolled your eyes.

Haneul appeared between you with the decisive stomp of a warrior princess. “Daddy, hug.”

He knelt, catching her in strong arms. 

Yohan edged closer, and Sunghoon embraced him too, kisses pressed to raven hair. “Be good for Mom,” he said, and they nodded. Then his gaze lifted to you. “Text when you get home?”

“I will,” you answered. 

This new civility was fragile; you weren’t about to break it.

At the door you paused, adjusting scarf and handbags while the elevator dinged. Sunghoon hovered in the threshold like a man thinking of unsaying things already said.

“Take care of yourself,” he said quietly.

“You too.” You hesitated, then added, “Try sleeping before three a.m. for once.”

“Doctor’s orders, I suppose.” He flashed that maddening crooked smile.

The elevator doors slid open, you shepherded the twins inside. 

As the doors closed, Sunghoon raised two fingers in a casual salute. You answered with a small, wry wave.

The elevator began its silent descent. Haneul bounced on her heels “Mommy, can we call Uncle Jihoon on the way?”

“Maybe after dinner,” you said, smoothing her hair.

Yohan tugged your coat, whispering, “Will Daddy be lonely?”

Your chest tightened again, but you kept your voice steady Daddy has lots of things that keep him occupied, he’ll be fine.”

The numbers ticked downward. 

You inhaled, catching faint traces of cedar that clung even here, and let them pass.

☆.

Jihoon’s mouth had trailed from the hollow behind your ear to the curve of your collarbone, each slow kiss coaxing a sigh you scarcely recognized as your own. 

The loft’s floor-to-ceiling windows framed the late-afternoon light, dusty and gold, and the silk shirt you had worn for brunch lay discarded over the arm of the couch. 

Jihoon’s hands explored beneath the lace edge of your bra, thumbs stroking the faint bruises his lips had left the night before. 

When he murmured your name you arched into him, fingers threading through his soft brown hair.

“You taste like espresso.” he teased, breath warm against your shoulder.

“You made it too strong.” you whispered, nipping his lower lip.

His chuckle vibrated through both of you. “I make everything strong.”

The slow, building pressure of his body against yours blurred whatever fragile sense of time you’d carried in. 

He nudged your knees apart, trailing open-mouthed kisses down the slope of your sternum, and you tugged at his belt with impatient fingers. He braced an arm beside your head, gaze glossy with heat. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need—” The sentence dissolved when his hips rolled, and you gasped, half laugh, half moan. “Jihoon, don’t—”

A faint buzz rattled somewhere to the left. 

Phone? Table? Call? You ignored it, lifting to meet his mouth again. The buzz returned, more insistent, followed by a muffled ping. 

Then another.

Jihoon pulled back just enough to look at you, hair falling into his eyes. “Want me to toss it onto the obalcony?”

You huffed a soft laugh. “Might be the hospital.”

“Fine.” He leaned, snagged his phone, squinted. “It’s yours.” he said when he found no missed call on his.

You frowned. 

Your own phone lay face-down on the coffee table, screen pulsing with notification after notification. 

When you flipped it, the lock screen lit with Sunghoon’s name… eight missed calls, two voicemails, half a dozen texts.

The last message read at 3:47 PM

Sunghoon: WHERE ARE YOU?

Blood drained from your face. 

Pickup was three-thirty. 

A twenty-minute cross-city drive in Friday traffic stood between you and the twins.

“Oh God,” you breathed. “I’m late. Jihoon, I’m late.”

He sat back instantly. “What— how late?”

“Half an hour, maybe more if we hit jams.” You shoved into your blouse, fumbling buttons wrong, then right, hand shaking. 

The twins had never waited alone— Sunghoon’s anger was one thing, but Yohan’s shy heart twisted at schedule changes, and Haneul’s fierce bravado evaporated when she sensed tension.

Jihoon steadied your wrists. “I’ll drive,

give me the keys.”

“You have a shift—”

“Not till seven, come on.”

You stuffed rumpled hair into a claw clip, found your heels, and snatched your back before quickly bolting out of the house.

While Jihoon locked up, you hit call back. Sunghoon answered on the first ring; the controlled ice in his voice froze your spine.

“It’s four o’clock,” he said, no greeting. “You were due at three-thirty.”

“I know. Traffic—”

“Don’t you dare lie.” A hard exhale. “The twins have been sitting in the lobby with the doorman for twenty minutes because I have a meeting I can’t move.”

Guilt slammed like a wave. “I’m on my way! twenty-five minutes.”

“You should’ve been on your way an hour ago.” The line clicked deadk 

Your stomach churned. 

In the elevator Jihoon squeezed your hand, lips pressed to your temple. “Focus on breathing. We’ll make every light.”

You half-ran to his car. 

jihoon wove through side streets, one palm steady on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh in silent reassurance.

You replayed the last four years in the windshield: the final shouting match with Sunghoon, ink drying on divorce papers, the fragile truce of shared custody. 

You’d kept promises; pickups, drop-offs, parent-teacher nights— a flawless record until now. Your eyes stung. Jihoon squeezed again. “They’ll be okay, Sunghoon too.”

“Sunghoon doesn’t do ‘okay., he does perfect schedules and synchronized watches.”

“He can survive twenty minutes of imperfection.”

“He’ll make sure I don’t.”

Jihoon hit the horn, merged ruthlessly. “He’ll snarl, you’ll snarl back, then you’ll take the kids home. That’s it.”

The GPS ticked minutes downward while the sun slid west. 

At 4:24PM the logo over Sunghoon’s building loomed like a herald of judgement. You leapt from the car before Jihoon had fully stopped.

Inside, the concierge recognized you and your panic, and gestured toward a leather bench.

Yohan sat small-shouldered, backpack clutched to his chest. Haneul swung her legs defiantly, scowling at every adult in range. The instant they spotted you, mixed relief and hurt flooded their faces.

You knelt. “I’m so sorry, babies.” You wrapped them both close. “Traffic swallowed me whole.”

Sunghoon approached from the elevators, suit jacket off, shirt sleeves rolled to elbows, jaw tight. His presence alone thickened the air.

“Thank Mr. Seo for babysitting,” he told the twins, nodding to the concierge. They murmured thanks. 

Then his eyes skewered you. “My office lost a forty-million-won client because I had to sprint downstairs.” His tone remained low, but fury simmered beneath. “You didn’t answer until the tenth call.”

“I was— occupied,” you admitted, heat crawling up your throat.

“With Doctor Perfect.” His gaze flicked to the slight smudge of your lipstick above Jihoon’s collar. “How responsible.”

Jihoon entered then, purposeful but calm. 

He offered a slight bow. “Afternoon, Mr. Park. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, the delay was my fault.”

Sunghoon laughed once, sharp. “Chivalry? Cute. It doesn’t un-delay my schedule.” He turned back to you. “If you can’t honor the pickup window, you need to let me know, they sat with strangers.”

“Mr. Seo isn’t a stranger,” you argued, but your shoulders drooped. “I know it’s my fault.”

“Damn right,” he snapped, then seemed to remember the children’s wide eyes and moderated his voice. “From now on, if you’ll be late, call at least half an our ahead.”

Jihoon stepped forward. “We’ll set extra alarms. She truly—”

Sunghoon’s palm lifted, silencing him. “This is between their mother and me.”

Haneul spoke up, fierce loyalty flashing. “Daddy, Mommy said sorry. Let it go.”

Sunghoon regarded his daughter, pride and frustration warring. 

Yohan’s hand slipped into yours; his small fingers trembled. You tucked him under your arm.

“I’ll make it up,” you promised, meeting Sunghoon’s gaze. “I’ll take them also tomorrow, feed them, homework, baths. Drop them at school in the morning.”

“We already have plans,” he said. “But go now. I have work.” He crouched to the twins’ level, anger vanishing behind tenderness. “Love you both. Be good, buckle up.”

They hugged him tight. When they stepped back he straightened, facing you again, expression calmer but still flinty. “One slip, fine. Don’t let it become a pattern.”

“It won’t,” you said.

Jihoon touched the small of your back— steady warmth. Sunghoon’s eyes tracked the gesture, but he only nodded once, curt, and strode toward the second bank of elevators, phone already to ear.

In the car, silence settled until Haneul blurted, “Mommy, you’re never late.”

You winced. “I messed up. I’m sorry.”

Yohan leaned against you. “We forgave you already.”

Your chest ached. Jihoon glanced in the mirror. “Cookies and extra sprinkles tonight?”

Haneul brightened. “Bear shaped!”

“And maybe a penguin one for Yohan,” you added.

Promise of sugar thawed the tension. 

As Jihoon eased into traffic, his hand sought yours again. You squeezed, grateful. 

You texted Sunghoon

You: Home safe. Thanks for waiting.  

The read receipt appeared instantly, yet no reply came. 

Perhaps it wouldn’t tonight. You would face him again at soccer practice on Sunday, armed with punctuality and contrition.

For now you had twins chattering about cookie shapes and a man beside you who smelled of hand sanitizer and steadfast patience. 

But it didn’t quite soothe you as Sunghoon’s cedar scent did.

☆.

You had tucked Yohan beneath his rocket-printed duvet at nine-thirty sharp, smoothing the fringe from his lashes while he whispered requests for “just one more chapter.” 

Haneul occupied the opposite bunk across the room, arms folded in protest because her brother’s galaxy comforter looked “cooler than boring princess swirls.” 

You compromised: two pages more of Tangled for them both and a promise of pancakes at dawn, then a good-night kiss to each forehead. 

When you eased the door nearly shut, lwaving a narrow sliver left open so hallway light could chase away nightmares, you heard nothing but the hush of their synchronized breathing and, somewhere deeper in the apartment, the distant drip of the kitchen faucet you still forgot to call the landlord about.

In your bedroom you exchanged slacks for an oversized tee, idly scrolling through Sunghoon’s terse email about next week’s parent–teacher conference: concise bullet points, no greeting, no sign-off, just times and an attachment. 

You answered with equal brevity: noted, see you there, and hit send before second-guessing tone. 

Jihoon’s name flashed in a new message immediately after.

Hoon 🩷: Miss you already. ER’s a madhouse tonight. Sleep soon? 

You smiled at the screen, typed back quickly

You: pancake duty at sunrise but I’ll try.

and set the phone facedown. 

The apartment settled into its nocturnal symphony: refrigerator humming, street traffic, a soft river flowing some feet away, and you let eyelids flutter shut unaware of the quiet rebellion brewing down the hall.

Haneul waited until the hallway light dimmed on the smart timer, ten-fifteen, then kicked off her blanket. 

She tiptoed across cool laminate, clutching her phoenix plush like a talisman. 

Yohan was already half-propped on elbows, eyes wide behind the milky glow of the small astronaut night-lamp.

“You‘re awake too?,” he whispered, voice feather-soft so it wouldn’t carry.

“Mission time,” she declared, clambering onto the mattress beside him. 

The springs squeaked; both froze, listening. 

No footsteps. No Mommy. Safe.

Yohan scooted to make room, pulling up his notebook, the one with planetary rings on the cover and TOP SECRET scribbled in bubble letters. 

Inside, colored-pencil schematics sprawled across pages: stick-figure Mommy and Daddy separated by a jagged thunderbolt, arrows leading to a giant red heart.

Haneul grabbed a purple crayon. “Step one, we need a plan that makes them talk without all the blah blah fight stuff.”

Yohan nodded solemnly, pencil poised. “Like a peace treaty.”

“Treaties are boring. We need… a trap.” She drew a square labelled family patch HQ and, under that, two stick grown-ups with startled eyebrows.

He frowned. “Daddy doesn’t like when we surprise him, and mommy gets scared when daddy is mad.”

“Fine,” she allowed, tapping the page. “Then we make them do something happy together. What do they both like?”

Yohan’s brow furrowed, deep in six-year-old contemplation. “Coffee?” he suggested.

“They’ll just drink and talk about bills.” Haneul rolled her eyes. “Think bigger.”

“Skating!” he blurted. “Daddy took us to the frozen fountain last winter. Mommy laughed a lot that day.”

Haneul’s grin flashed feral. “Yes. Ice. But how do we get them there at the same time?”

They fell into hushed deliberation, heads bent, plush phoenix wedged like a conference mascot between them. 

Yohan proposed forged invitations to a “special parents’ night” at the rink. 

Haneul countered with a surprise picnic in the middle of the ice, blankets, cocoa, maybe glitter bombs. Yohan worried about glitter in skates; Haneul insisted glitter fixed everything. 

They compromised: glitter only on the thermos.

Haneul flipped to a fresh page. “Backup plan in case they can’t pic nic: make them watch old wedding videos.”

Yohan’s eyes widened. “Do we have those?”

“Grandma does. We can ask but pretend it’s for school.”

“I don’t like fibbing.”

“It’s not fibbing,” she soothed. “It’s… diplomacy.” She’d heard Sunghoon use the word during a heated phone call and liked how it rolled off the tongue.

They listed supplies: colored paper, cocoa packets, marshmallows shaped like stars (non-negotiable), enough allowance coins to bribe the rink guard, and Sunghoon’s spare keycard if pick-up shuttling required infiltration of his apartment. 

Haneul promised she could swipe it from the crystal bowl by his door. 

Yohan fretted about fingerprints, but she waved him off “Daddy is a CEO, not an FBI agent.”

When strategies tired their brains, Yohan yawned cavernously. 

Haneul fished a flashlight from under the pillow, clicked it on beneath a shared blanket, and they whispered final oaths of secrecy— not a peep to grown-ups, especially not Jihoon, because doctors asked too many questions. 

They spat on palms with theatrical disgust, then sealed the pact with a sticky handshake that made them giggle until Yohan clapped both hands over his mouth.

Haneul switched off the flashlight. She nestled beside her twin brother, fingers intertwined.

“Mommy and Daddy will be happy again,” she murmured into darkness, more a statement than a wish.

Yohan swallowed. “Even if they don’t get married again… maybe they’ll laugh.”

She nudged him with an elbow. “They’ll laugh. And then we won’t have to pack bags every other weekend like ping-pong balls.”

He considered this, then nodded. “Mission: family patch!” he recited, sleep thickening his voice. “Operation commence tomorrow at oh-six-hundred.”

Haneul had no idea what hour that was, but Yohan liked numbers, so she agreed and commanded the phoenix plush to stand lookout. 

By the time its stitched wings drooped against the pillow, both children drifted under, breathing in unison, dreaming of twirling ice and microscopic glitter storms, of coffee steam curling between two grown-ups who once loved each other enough to make a galaxy-painting boy and a tiger-riding girl.

Down the hall, you lay unaware, one arm flung over your eyes, pondering whether to email Sunghoon a proper apology for last week’s tardy scramble. 

You debated phrasing until thoughts blurred, eventually you decided morning clarity would serve better. 

Had you risen to peek in on the twins, like you usually did before sleeping, you might have noticed the double rise and fall beneath Yohan’s quilt or the faint scent of purple crayon still hanging in the air. 

☆.

You spent Saturday morning lost in the weekend routine: laundry tumbling in the washer, a precarious tower of receipts on the dining table begging to be categorized, too distracted to notice the unnatural hush in the twins’ room and ghe sudden disappearance of your phone.

Sunghoon, the next day, somewhere across the river, sat in his high-rise office final-polishing a pitch deck, blissfully ignorant that Yohan and Haneul were toggling between his unlocked laptop.

While you counted vitamins into a plastic day-pill container, they sent your mother a text requiring your wedding videos for a school project. She dropped a USB driver when you were busy hanging out the clothes. 

Then, they plundered the external drive labeled ARCHIVE— DO NOT DELETE on Sunghoon’s computer. 

Up popped camcorder footage: you six months pregnant, satin wedding dress tailored around your belly; Sunghoon in a dove-gray suit, gaze locked on you like earth’s true north. 

The twins giggled at their own embryonic cameos— your wobbling walk down the aisle, Sunghoon’s trembling hands when he kissed your knuckles, your joint vows whispered over the soundtrack of distant seagulls. 

Haneul clipped segments without mercy, Yohan layering transitions that blinked neon pink and comic-sans captions: LOOK HOW MUCH THEY LOVED EACH OTHER! A royalty-free harp arpeggio looped beneath every frame, jerky and too loud.. 

Yohan handled logistics. He typed on Sunghoon’s email: “Client call moved. I’ll be offlain after noon.” 

Haneul commandeered your phone when you left it charging beside the toaster. Her thumbs flew: “Running errands.” even if she didn’t really know what it meant “Taking kids skating at Star Rink tomorrow, can you grab them at four? :) Grab your skates, maybe they wanna stay longer” 

The smiley looked nothing like your usual punctuation and everything like six-year-old exuberance, but they trusted adult obliviousness.

Next they texted you from his own work chat window, Yohan’s idea, so a parallel message pinged onto your lock screen: “I’ll drop twins at rink 3:30. You pick ’em up? Thanks. Bring your skates in case they want to stay longer.”

Then they deleted the threads, archiving proof deep in message trash where no one ever scrolled.

Grandma arrived at noon. 

Your mother thought the surprise visit was your idea; you didn’t know that neither Sunghoon nor you were aware of their secret mission.

By three-thirty you shoved your skates into a canvas tote, wondering why Sunghoon had promised the twins ice on a weekend so crammed. 

Still, a commitment was a commitment, and guilt over last week’s tardy pickup nipped your conscience. 

You arrived to Star Rink’s gleaming atrium just after three-fifty, breath fogging in the artificially cooled air, muttering apologies you’d craft for tiny ears. 

The rink looked unusually empty, just a few teenagers practicing spins, no sign of your children skating with your ex husband.

Then a familiar voice echoed across the polished concrete. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

Sunghoon strode from the opposite entrance, coat unfastened, skates slung over one shoulder. 

His surprise mirrored yours so perfectly it might have been choreographed— which, unknown to either of you, it had.

“You said to be here at four,” he accused.

You blinked. “No— you said i’d grab them at four.”

He frowned. “I have the text.” He dug for his phone, scrolling with brows knit. You mirrored him, finding nothing but your past conversations.

“Where are the twins?” you asked, throat tightening.

“Probably hiding behind a pillar laughing at us.” He scanned the rink. “Come on, rascals, out!”

No answer. 

Only the squeak of rental skates and the distant crunch of blades carving ice. 

You and Sunghoon shared a look that bridged the chasm of months— parental telepathy laced with worry.

A rink attendant in a blue windbreaker approached, clipboard in hand. “Mr. Park? Ms. L/N?”

“Yes,” you both answered, then glared at each other for saying it in unison.

The attendant smiled like someone who’d been tipped off. “Your children dropped off a USB this morning. Asked us to play it at four sharp. They said you might… need context.” She gestured toward the suspended Jumbotron above center ice. 

Its four screens currently looped skate sponsors.

You opened your mouth— closed it. Sunghoon’s eyes narrowed. 

“They told us to inform you they are at their Grandma’s, safe and sound.” She made air quotes. 

Haneul’s grin flashed in your memory, wicked and gap-toothed. Yohan’s shy collusion behind it. You dragged a hand over your face. “Demons.”

The attendant glanced at the wall clock. 3:58. “We were also told to insist you both ‘get on the ice first so the magic works.’ Their words.”

Sunghoon pinched the bridge of his nose, then sighed. “Fine. Humor us.”

You laced skates side by side on a bench, trying not to notice how his forearm brushed yours when he tugged his bootstrings, how the slice of his jaw looked less severe up close, how the citrus-cedar cologne you once bought him still anchored memories. 

When you stood, wobbling, he offered a reflexive hand, not the poised businessman, just the competitive skater who’d coached you through a thousand laps in winter courting days. 

Muscle memory overruled pride, you let him steady you onto the ice.

The rink felt cavernous without the twins’ chatter. Fluorescent lights struck the frozen surface in blue shivers. You pushed off cautiously, lungs filling with cold whisper-clean air. 

Sunghoon glided backward, assessing your form. “Knees bent,” he murmured, in instinctive coach mode.

“I remember,” you said, managing a credible curve. Across the ice, teen couples twirled; pop music thumped overhead. That familiarity, him skating circles until your confidence caught, stirred warmth you tried to quell.

At exactly four-o-one the music cut, replaced by a jarring harp trill booming through loudspeakers. 

The Jumbotron flickered snowflakes, then a shaky camcorder frame: you in pearls, belly round under ivory silk, Sunghoon at the altar, eyes glossy.

Your skate edges wobbled. “Oh, my God.”

He looked up, jaw slack. 

The audio crackled— your voice in 720p, laughing, telling the officiant a twins joke mid-vow and everyone roaring. Caption bubbles popped: THEY WERE SO CUTE! :’) Glitter GIFs rained down pixelated gold across the screen. 

The edit jumped, janky cross-fade to the first dance where Sunghoon’s hands rested protectively on your curve. 

A subtitle shouted: LOOK HOW DADDY STARED AT MOMMY!

A collective “awww” rose from rink spectators. Your cheeks burned.

Then the too loud music started, deafening everyone around.

Sunghoon skated closer, voice low. “Where did they even get this?”

“Your archive drive? My mother had a backup too.”

He winced. “I locked that folder.”

“They hacked you.” A short, incredulous laugh escaped. “Our six-year-olds hacked you.”

Onscreen footage shifted to the hospital delivery room, your mother must’ve filmed it, Sunghoon pressing lips to your brow while monitors beeped. 

Then a freeze-frame zoom-in on both newborns, overlay text in rainbow font: MISSION FAMILY PATCH: ACTIVEIGHT.

Mutters of delight filtered from onlookers. 

You swayed slightly, Sunghoon caught your elbow. For a long heartbeat neither of you moved, riveted by the stumble-through montage, first bath, stroller race, your exhausted faces side by side on the couch. 

The amateur edit felt like a love letter scrawled in crayon, messy yet searingly sincere.

When the screen faded to white with a final flourish, PLEASE LOVE AGAIN, silence thawed into soft arena applause. The attendant cut the feed and awkwardly restarted the playlist.

You exhaled, a shudder that misted the chilly air. “They went to Grandma’s so we’d be forced to… reconnect.”

“Tiny criminals,” he murmured, but his voice wasn’t angry. just overwhelmed. And guilty. 

You eased back, studying him. Ice crystals peppered his hair where condensation had settled. 

He looked suddenly tired, the rapid-fire CEO shutters pulled open to something vulnerable.

“They miss the way we used to laugh,” you said, throat tight.

“Do you?” he asked, earnestness slipping out before he could clothe it in sarcasm.

“Yes,” you admitted, quiet, surprising even yourself. “I miss when we were on the same team.”

He nodded, gaze drifting to your scarf, today a soft gray, no hickeys to hide, “We’re still parents. That team never dissolved.”

“You’re right. We just… forgot how to play.”

He released a breathy chuckle. “Leave it to our kids to schedule a remedial practice.”

You managed a tentative smile. The playlist shifted to a mellow jazz instrumental. Without thinking you extended a hand. “One lap? For old times.”

He took it gently, palm warm through your glove. 

Together you pushed off, synchronizing lengths like gear teeth meshing. 

The glide settled into familiar rhythm— your left, his right, bodies leaning, inside edges kissing ice.

He matched speed to yours, never showboating. Halfway around, muscle memory took over and you attempted a cautious crossover. 

He guided your hips with featherlight fingertips, murmuring corrections the way he had when teaching you to skate backwards: “Weight over the heel, trust the blade.”

Trust. 

That had been the fragile axis after divorce, trust in schedules, trust in boundaries, but not in closeness. 

Yet here, under fluorescent hum and cinnamon-cocoa rink air, your body remembered what your mind had shelved, you trusted him to keep you upright on ice. 

He trusted you with the beating hearts of his children.

When you completed the circuit, neither of you let go immediately. 

You drifted near the boards, hearts thudding louder than rental pop. Finally he cleared his throat. “We should call them. Let them know mission accomplished… partially.”

You laughed softly. “They’ll demand proof.”

“Let’s take a picture then, to show them.”

“Alright.” You murmured, taking your phone out of your jeans and handing it to him.

He took it, a shy quirk on an otherwise confident man. “Say cheese.”

His hand rested on the small of your back, so familiar it was almost painful. 

Heat jolted through your body, and he must have felt it too because his own shifted closer.

“Cheese.” You breathed out and he took the selfie before giving you your phone back. 

A comfortable hush settled. 

You studied his profile, the slope of cheekbone, faint crease where laughter used to live. 

Something gentle stirred beneath ribs, not romantic lightning, but a warm tide of possibility.

“If we’re going to be ambushed by our own offspring,” you said, “maybe we should carve out time to talk, really talk, before they escalate.”

“Dinner?” he offered, simple as breathing. “Somewhere public. Neutral ground.”

You lifted a brow. “Supervised by waitstaff instead of kindergarteners.”

“Exactly.” His smile warmed. “Next Thursday? I’ll book at that Italian place you like.”i

“Email me the details.” You squeezed his arm once before stepping back. “And… thanks for catching me earlier.”

“Always.” The word hovered in the cool air, sincere and unvarnished.

You skated toward the exit, heart lighter. 

Behind you, Sunghoon called after with playful edge, “Try not to be late this time.”

You looked over a shoulder, grin spreading. “Set a reminder for me, tech genius.”

He laughed, unrestrained, head tipped, and the sound echoed like silver bells across the rink. 

You carried it with you off the ice, past the attendant who winked knowingly, past teenagers still buzzing about the cutest video ever, all the way to the lobby where your phone buzzed with a photo from your mother: twins on her sofa, popcorn bowl between them, thumbs-up so wide it nearly cracked the frame.

You texted back: Nice try, tiny masterminds. We’ll talk when you’re home. Love you.

You opened Sunghoon's chat:

You: They’re officially grounded from espionage… but I’m glad they tried. See you Thursday.

Three dots pulsed. His reply came shortly after

Sunghoon: I’m glad too. Good night, Y/N

You slipped the phone away, realizing your cheeks still ached from smiling. 

Outside, dusk mellowed the skyline into lavender and rose. 

You inhaled the bite of winter air the rink expelled each time doors opened and thought maybe patchwork didn’t have to recreate an old quilt; it could stitch something new— imperfect seams, frayed threads, surprisingly strong. 

And thanks to two relentless six-year-olds, the first patch  was already in place.

☆.

You sat across from Jihoon in the hospital’s rooftop garden, wind tugging faintly at the corners of the pale-blue picnic blanket he’d spread on a lunch break more rushed than he admitted. 

A single thermos of his too-strong espresso steamed between you, the scent mingling with oregano from planters that volunteers kept for the pediatric wing. 

His eyes, steady, kind and edged with fatigue from a sixteen-hour shift, searched your face while you traced invisible constellations on the blanket’s plaid.

He smiled, soft. “You’re quiet today. That usually means your brain’s ten paragraphs ahead of your mouth.”

You huffed a small laugh. “Guilty.”

“Talk to me.”

The ease in his invitation nearly unstitched your resolve. 

You folded your hands, thumbs fidgeting. “Jihoon… I need to tell you something, and I don’t know how to do it without sounding ungrateful.”

He uncapped the thermos, poured you half. “Just say it.”

You met his gaze, the gentle brown that had steadied you through late-night panics and blues, and felt the first sharp twist of regret. “I care about you so much. You know that, right?”

“I know.” A faint line appeared between his brows. “And?”

“And I’ve loved how safe I feel with you, how easy things are.” You wrapped cold fingers around the paper cup. “But after what the twins pulled at the rink… I realized easy isn’t the same as… a spark.” The last word trembled in the air.

He swallowed, intake of breath small but audible. “You mean Sunghoon.”

“I mean the life I had with him. The mess, the fire.” You exhaled. “I don’t want to hurt you, you’ve been nothing but wonderful.”

Jihoon’s shoulders sagged, but he nodded once, firm and deliberate. “Feelings aren’t crimes, they just… happen.” He scanned the skyline, blinking hard. “We both knew from the start your heart was still boarded up with ‘handle fragile’ stickers.”

“I thought time would change that, and maybe it could have. But when I stood on that ice and saw the way he steadied me—” Your voice cracked. “I felt something snap back into alignment and I can’t pretend I didn’t.”

Jihoon rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Are you going back to him?”

“I’m going to ask if we can try, slowly. i don’t even know if he wants that.”

He gave a rueful smile. “He’d be a fool not to.” Then, softer, “Do you love him?”

You opened your mouth, closed it, then whispered, “Yes.”

Silence hung, broken only by the flap of pigeons and distant ambulance sirens. 

Jihoon inhaled and squared his shoulders like a surgeon scrubbing in. “Then you owe it to yourself, and to the twins, to see. And I owe it to myself to not be someone’s gentle detour.”

Tears blurred your vision. “You deserve someone who blazes for you.”

“Yeah,” he said, tone light but eyes wet, “I intend to find her.” He leaned forward, brushed a thumb beneath your cheekbone. “Thank you for being honest before resentment set roots. That takes guts.”

You laughed shakily. “Feels more like cowardice.”

“Honesty’s never cowardice.” He squeezed your hand, then released it. “Go tell him, before I change my mind and keep you here for selfish reasons.”

You rose, tucking the cup near the planter. “I’ll always be grateful of you,  Jihoon.”

“Just remember me when the twins need free check-ups. I can still be their uncle Jihoon.” His chuckle chased you to the elevator, bittersweet but genuine.

☆.

Clouds brooded violet over the Han River by the time you stepped from a taxi at Sunghoon’s building. 

You forced a breath, rode the elevator thirty-nine floors, and stared at the steel door, heartbeat ricocheting. 

Before you could knock, it slid open, sunghoon stood framed in warm lamplight, phone pressed to ear, expression surprised. 

He was about to head somewhere, but he ended the call anyways. “Did we schedule something I forgot?”

“No,” you said, voice thin. “Can I come in?”

He stepped aside, bare feet on oak planks, the apartment scented faintly of roasted sesame, maybe early lunch abandoned. 

He waited until the door shut, then folded arms. “Is everything okay with the kids?”

“They’re fine. At Mom’s till tomorrow.” You swallowed. “I needed to talk… without small ears.”

His eyes softened, wariness mingled with curiosity. He gestured toward the sofa where plushies still lounged from last custody swap.

You both sat, leaving a cushion of space that pulsed with old familiarity and new tension.

You braced elbows on knees. “After the rink video, I’ve been… rethinking a lot.”

Sunghoon’s jaw tensed. “Thought we agreed not to scare them with false hope.”

“This isn’t about false hope.” You looked up, meeting his gaze head-on. “It’s about real hope, but only if you want it too.”

His breath caught. “You’re serious.”

“Yes.” Words tumbled out, halting at first, then fluid. “I miss the way you used to leave notes in my pockets, how you’d call from the taxi just to hear me breathe. 

you gulped, laying down the cards alongside uour heart “I miss us arguing about which tea to drink and making up before the kettle boiled. I don’t miss the screaming matches or the silence afterwards, but I believe we’ve grown. The twins forced us to see we can still be a team.” You exhaled. “So I broke things off with Jihoon this afternoon.”

Shock flickered across his features, surprise, then something almost like relief. 

He reached for you, stopped, lowered his hand. “I don’t want you to choose me if being with him made you happy.”

“I know,” you murmured. “And lord, he was amazing.” 

You looked up at him, emotions flickering on your face “But he wasn’t you.”

Silence pooled, thick but gentle. Finally he asked, “What does ‘try again’ look like to you?”

“Coffee on Sunday mornings, just us, talking about anything except bills. Shared therapy if we fall into old traps. Dates, real ones, ending in separate apartments if pace matters. Honesty every step.”

“And what if the spark still scorches us?” His voice husky.

“Then we keep ice buckets nearby,” you teased, then sobered. “I’m not promising a fairytale, just the chance to rebuild.”

He stood, paced to the window where Seoul glittered like scattered gemstones. 

Reflection haloed him in citylight. “I never stopped loving you,” he said, quiet, raw. “I just stopped believing love was enough.”

You rose, walked until you stood an arm’s length away. “Love isn’t enough. But love and work, and two pint-sized spies, might be.”

He laughed softly, turned, and took your hands. “Okay,” he breathed. “Slowly.”

“Slowly,” you echoed. The warmth of his palms radiated up your arms, familiar and electric.

He drew you into an embrace— tentative at first, then securing, his chin atop your head, your ear over his heart. 

The rhythm there felt both new and remembered. You closed your eyes, inhaling cedar and a hint of sesame, and let your muscles melt into a shape they’d once known by instinct.

Minutes or hours might have passed, until finally Sunghoon pulled back a fraction, eyes shining. “Stay for dinner? I burned the sesame oil but I can salvage the soup.”

You smiled through wet lashes. “I’ll chop scallions.”

His lips curved, softness where they’d once been rigid with pride. “And after we eat, we’ll draft a co-parenting treaty version two. The kind with glitter.”

“All treaties should have glitter,” you agreed.

Hand in hand, you moved toward the kitchen, steps slow, hearts quicker. 

Behind you the plush phoenix slumped against the penguin on the couch, as if exhausted from orchestrating fate. 

The sizzle of rekindled soup and the gentle scrape of knives against cutting board marked the beginning, not of going back, but of beginning again, eyes open, promises tempered, sparks tended, slow and deliberate as the first stroke of a painter restoring a treasured canvas.

☆.

The slow-burn weeks unfolded like pages warmed by sunlight: 

Thursday pasta in your kitchen where Yohan grated parmesan with the gravity of a jeweler cutting diamonds and Haneul dirtied the whole table with tomato sauce.

Saturday mornings on Sunghoon’s cavernous couch, your sock-clad feet tucked under a shared blanket while Haneul narrated every plot twist.

Sunday morning pancake (very poor) art, followed by polite squabbles over syrup real estate. 

Between those orchestrated family moments lived quieter, riskier hours, you and Sunghoon trading texts about who’d forgotten the dental forms, a lingering brush of knuckles while rinsing dishes, the way his gaze tracked you when he thought the twins weren’t looking. 

No lightning strike, no fireworks, just kindling stacking itself, breath by breath, until even a whisper could set it alight.

The spark finally caught on a drizzly Friday café run. 

You’d slipped into his apartment with take-out bulgogi and a box of those “unnecessarily cute” star-shaped macarons that made the twins squeal. 

Post-dinner they demanded a pillow-fort marathon of Spirited Away, then conked out before Chihiro met Haku. 

You and Sunghoon carried them, limp with sleep, to the joined rooms they had, the very first room you had used.

When you straightened, Sunghoon’s hand stayed at the small of your back a fraction longer than necessary, you turned, breath hitching at how near his lips had drifted.

No audience. No distractions. Just you, him, a hush weighted by weeks of restraint.

“You’re wearing the honey lipstick again,” he murmured, thumb ghosting the corner of your mouth.

You swallowed. “Maybe I remember it’s your favorite.”

His laugh rumbled low, intimate. “Flattery, or a tactical move?”

“Depends,” you whispered, pulse hammering.

He leaned in, tentative once, then confidence flooded as your mouths met, soft and searching, the air swelling with the musk of his cologne and rain on windowpanes. 

The first kiss tasted of nostalgia, salt-sweet like melted macarons; the second tasted of now, your tongue sliding against his, a hungry sigh you’d forgotten your body could make. 

His palm cupped your jaw, thumb tracing your pulse, the heat where he touched felt almost unbearable. 

When he drew back, breathing ragged, he whispered your name the way it used to fall in the quiet just before dawn: reverent, claiming, achingly gentle.

“Tell me to stop,” he rasped, forehead resting against yours. “If it’s too fast—”

“Don’t stop,” you answered, fingers fisting in the collar of his henley. “Please.”

Walls you’d rebuilt brick by brick tumbled with shocking softness. 

He nudged you against the hallway wall, kisses deepening, teeth grazing your lower lip. 

Dirty words slipped from his mouth, pet names soaked in promise, in memory of every night you’d once mapped each other’s bodies, and you answered with a breathy moan that made him curse softly. 

His hands found the hem of your dress, palms warm against your thighs, but he slowed, seeking permission, you guided his wrists higher. 

Fabric rustled, buttons surrendered, you pressed close, reveling in the feel of his broad back under your roaming hands, the ripple of muscle tightening as he lifted you slightly to fit knees between your legs. 

Desire pooled, insistent yet exquisitely familiar, as though this dance had only paused, never ended.

“Bedroom,” he managed, voice gravel. 

You nodded, mouths colliding again as he half-walked, half-carried you down the hall. 

And you collided in bed, sheets tangled around your forms dancing a tango you had forgotten was so familiar with him. 

Morning sunlight shone through the curtains Sunghoon had forgotten to open the prior night. 

You stirred first, disoriented, then aware of every muscle pleasantly overworked. 

Sunghoon’s arm lay across your waist, his hand splayed over your stomach. You tilted to watch him sleep, lashes fanning his cheeks, lips parted. 

Sheer peace... well, a peace that shattered with the stampede of four small feet. 

The bedroom door crashed open, squeals ricocheted off walls.

“Attack!” Haneul shrieked, launching herself onto the mattress.

“Dad, wake up!” Yohan followed, slightly less feral but equally determined, penguin plush waving like a flag of conquest.

Sunghoon woke with a strangled grunt just before twenty-five kilos of enthusiasm landed on his rib cage. You fumbled to pull the duvet higher— too late. Haneul’s eyes went huge.

“Mommy’s wearing Daddy’s shirt!” she crowed, triumphant as a detective cracking a cold case.

Yohan grinned. “Mission success?”

You gaped, cheeks flaming, while Sunghoon scrubbed a hand over his face, half mortified, half amused. “Guys, personal space?”

“It’s dawn,” Haneul reasoned. “Cartoons await!”

“I think it’s barely seven.” Your voice rasped embarrassingly. “Can’t cartoons wait till coffee?”

Yohan shook his head with solemn conviction. “Cartoons fuel creativity.”

Sunghoon snorted. “Your bedtime documentaries are paying off.” He sat up, duvet after all staying mercifully in place, and hauled both kids into his lap, pressing kisses to disheveled hair. 

His eyes slid to you, warm, just a hint of mischief. “What do you say we make pancakes? Mommy and I can supervise from the couch.”

“With syrup rivers!” Haneul insisted.

“sprinkles too,” Yohan added.

“Deal,” you said, laughter bubbling. You squeezed their ankles affectionately. “But maybe let Mommy find pants first?”

They scampered off, shouting about mixing bowls. You sagged back, exhaling a near-hysterical giggle while Sunghoon tipped his forehead to yours.

“Well,” he murmured, “that escalated quickly.”

You smacked his chest lightly. “You know they’ll brag about this for years.”

“Probably.” He threaded fingers through yours. “Worth it.”

Your smile softened. “Yeah, worth it.”

Down the hall cupboards slammed, utensils clanged, and a shriek informed you a measuring cup had become airborne. 

You swung your legs over the edge, tee skimming thighs, and stood. Sunghoon caught your wrist, pressing a tender kiss to the inside.

“Round two tonight,” he teased, voice low. “Kid curfew enforced.”

You’re the perfect student in your university. Acing all of your courses with ease, even the hardest course known on campus taught by the strictest teacher, Mr. Park.

Everyone saw and knew you worked hard in order to achieve everything you’ve accomplished, seeing your dedication and sleepless nights in order to complete an assignment perfectly.

Everyone wished to be just like you one day as you set the curve.

Whether you decide to admit it or not, you’re utterly admired by students, staff, faculty members, and teachers.

Each time your name came across papers, it was given extra attention to detail and care to just see how marvelous you worked on it.

But there was one teacher who absolutely adored you the most. Admiring the way you attentively took notes during lectures, how you furrow your eyebrows and pout your lips as you studied, or when you would lightly chew on your pen when going over questions, to simply the way you would come to him to ask questions without a worry while others were scared to even approach him.

Mr. Park adored you as a hard working student.

He also adored the side of you that wasn’t seen as professional. The way your legs would unconsciously squish together when trying to understand something or how you squirmed under his gaze when it was just you and him but then secretly taking glances to him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

But he deeply cherished the side of you that would get him fired. The way you would drop to your knees in front of him to prove that you deserved the extra point you were missing to achieve the hundred percent you desperately wanted.

And he could forever relish in the way you usher kisses from him as you studied in his office while he graded papers or the way he folds your body over his desk as he pounds into you mercifully for getting the highest mark once again.

Oh Mr. Park loved his favorite student.

✎ᝰ。

Sunghoon’s course was a two semester course for the minimum amount of material that was crammed in there. It was known to be the hardest course to pass which meant there were very few students who decided to take the challenge(you being one of them).

But there was no other teacher that understood the material like him, he was the top professor and you were the top student.

How you and Sunghoon began the forbidden fiasco was spontaneous but not unexpected. There was obvious tension already building in-between as he would catch you looking at him with a certain glint in your eyes before shyly looking away to focus back on the lecture.

However, his favorite was whenever he’s grading papers already feeling exhausted from giving such low marks and not enough high marks but his exhaustion would instantly fade away when he’d get to yours.

He always straightens up his posture to take a moment to properly appreciate how perfect your paper is. How you not only explained every point needed to receive full credit but even added some of your own input.

But what he loved more were the little doodles you would leave scatter on your paper to indicate your boredom after finishing.

His pen would softly trace the designs with a fond smile, a thought lingering to indulge himself in the opportunity presented to him. So he would write a simple comment alongside the doodle that caught his eyes the most.

And this time around it was a simple doodle of a house sitting on a hillside with a sunset far in the distant and flowers littering the landscape.

When you received your paper back, you’d smile at the big hundred percent in bright red ink in the corner of your paper but soon caught glimpse of your professor’s comment along your doodle.

Your smile would only get bigger seeing ‘got bored?’ next to the house doodle before glancing up to your professor who gave the faintest smile ever towards you before dropping it and continued to pass out the rest of the student’s papers.

The next time you had a paper due, you made sure to complete it with ease before writing back a response to his previous comment, hoping he would respond to it.

And once again as Sunghoon was up late at night grading papers, energy already drained, he finally made it to yours and his energy skyrocketed.

As he was grading your paper, he caught the doodle you did of yourself and a surprising response to his previous comment.

‘Yeah I am. Next time you should make these just a little harder Mr. Park’

He smirked to himself with a chuckle before nodding his head in amusement. You didn’t received an hundred percent this time around, but still received the highest mark out of everyone taking his course.

But he saw this an opportunity to tease you just a little bit.

‘Next time you should make sure to get an hundred then maybe I’ll consider it’

✎ᝰ。

You made an appointment with Sunghoon during the scheduled hours to discuss the possibility of him writing a letter of recommendation for an internship you’re hoping to get into during winter break.

As you stood in front of his door, you didn’t hesitate to knock on his office door softly and you heard him mutter ‘come in’ loud enough for you to hear and when you walked in he gave you a welcoming smile.

He’s been anticipating you ever since he saw your name pop up in the long list of appointments but he wondered what you needed from him. “Good evening”

You returned his kind smile with your own, “Good evening Mr. Park”

He motioned to the chair in front of his desk which you easily took, “What can I do for you?”

“I won’t take too much of your time, I know you’re a busy professor” Sunghoon lightly chuckled in his head at your statement, he could never be too busy for you.

“I was wondering if you could possibly write me a letter of recommendation? There’s an internship I really would enjoy to attend but it requires one from a professor” You explained and you noticed how you had his full undivided attention

He nodded at every word you said before lightly clasping his hands together. “I have no issues doing so, email the information of your internship” Your smile spread across your face hearing his easy acceptance to your request but he was curious about one thing. “If I may ask, why choose to ask me for this?”

“I’m sure you’re well aware I’m not exactly the most easy going professor. And you and I both know many other professors would’ve adored to take this opportunity if you asked”

“Well that’s exactly the reason Mr. Park. You’re not easy going. If I asked another professor of mine to write one I’m sure they will gush on and on about my achievements and how wonderful of a student I am but not of me as a person and my dedication” You explained and Sunghoon felt a sense of pride in his chest but he tried push that feeling down

He shouldn’t be feeling this, you were only coming to him for a letter of recommendation. Nothing more and nothing less of that.

He gave a curt nod to your explanation before you thanked him profusely which he kindly waved off.

“I hope you’re able to have a wonderful winter break Mr. Park!” Your bright smile made his heart churn in itself but he tried so hard to shake it off

“You as well. I hope you’re able to attend your internship”

“Oh I’ll definitely get in if I have you writing my letter of recommendation” Your words weighed heavy on his shoulders and heart

✎ᝰ。

It was deep into winter break and Sunghoon was roaming through the streets on Christmas eve alone. He saw how couples were smiling as they held hands, walking by simply happy to spend the holidays together.

Now he never cared for having a relationship, having his priorities lie within his work. But there were times, times like this, that made he wonder what his life would be like if he had someone.

But he wasn’t going to dwell on something that wasn’t real. He was going about his business to head back home when he suddenly heard a familiar voice he didn’t expect to hear on Christmas eve.

He turned and saw your bundled up self making your way towards him, you looked so cute under the faint store and street lights. He shook his head from that thought and gave a confused expression to which you giggled at.

You noticed how different he looked from how you usually see him during class. Instead of his usual business attire with his rimless clear glasses, his attire now fitted to the cold weather to keep him warm, his hair out of its usual style, and his glasses long discarded.

Your heart fluttered in your chest seeing how he looked under the skylit night. There was never any denying that he was a very attractive person.

“Good evening Mr. Park” You greeted when you reached him and he gave a nod, not trusting himself to speak “What are you doing out on Christmas eve by yourself?”

“I could ask you the same thing” You chuckled slightly raising your hands up in defeat at his remark to your question

“Internship finally let me out for the next two days” His eyes blinked harsher hearing your sentence, you got the internship?

You chuckled softly at his reaction as you could read him like an open book. “Your letter of recommendation worked. I was one of the first people to receive a spot, so whatever you wrote did wonders on them” His lips curled into a smile, pleased to hear that he was able to help you

“Congratulations, I’m happy to hear that”

After his congratulation, the two of you stayed in an awkward silence. Neither sure of whether to continue the conversation or cut it off at that, but before stressing over it more the smallest snowflake fell between and caught your attention.

Both of you looked to sky to see the snowfall, realizing it was going to be a white Christmas. You smiled softly as you rested your hand out to catch the falling snow.

Sunghoon shifted his gaze from the sky onto you and saw how the moonlight and snowfall painted your eyes like you held in the universe in them.

“Do you want to have dinner?” Sunghoon’s words fell from his mouth before he could even realize what he was saying

He stopped and cursed at himself under his breath for allowing his thought to slip through his mouth and when he heard silence from you, he wanted the world to swallow him whole in that moment.

But your response is what brought him back to reality, “I would like that”

“What?”

“You asked me to dinner and I said I would like that. Don’t tell me you’re backing away from your offer Mr-“

“Please call me Sunghoon when we’re outside of school grounds” He stopped you from continuing your sentence and you held back a smile and nodded your head

“Alright then Sunghoon, what do you have in mind for dinner?”

Oh he really had done it to himself now. He was doomed.

✎ᝰ。

Your face crinkled as you laughed at something Sunghoon had said as you were leaving the restaurant. You expected the dinner to be awkward but instead it was like the two of you had known each other for years. Not a single ounce of tension was felt even though he was your professor and you were his student.

Sunghoon arrived to his car and he shot you a confused look when he saw you weren’t following. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sending you off, I have to get a taxi to go back to mine” You told and Sunghoon shook his head, what kind of monster would he be if he left you to take a taxi

“Nonsense, I’ll drive you. No need to waste money” He told before opening the passenger door for you and your heart stopped

“A-are you sure? I really don’t mind taking a taxi Mr-”

“Please I insist. And you were doing so good not calling me Mr. Park throughout the dinner” You nervously gulped as you unconsciously squished your thighs a little closer together hearing the hint of praise from him

Sunghoon took notice of you squishing your thighs after his words and he could feel his stomach crawling inside out as he tilted his neck to the side to knock some sense into himself. He couldn’t, he possibly couldn’t.

Oh but he could and he did.

Because here he was inside your place, in your bed, his body flushed in between your legs as he feverishly kissed you like no tomorrow.

He was only supposed to walk you to your front door to make sure you got in safely but what he didn’t expect was for you to crash your lips onto his the moment the clock struck 12.

“Merry Christmas Sunghoon” You mumbled against his lips and he didn’t remember the last time someone had genuinely wished him one

He knows he should’ve pushed you away, to tell you that this was wrong, that neither of you could do this. But he was twisted, sick, and messy in his head. He couldn’t get enough of your taste now that he got a sliver of it.

Your hold on him was something so desperate and needy that he couldn’t possibly let you go as the two of you found a feverish pace for the kiss. The snow falling over your bundle up bodies as the dim light shun above you two outside your front door.

Sunghoon’s arms were hesitant to wrap around you to bring you impossibly closer to him and you noticed. You wanted, needed, him to hold you the way you were clinging onto him.

You carefully brought his arms to hold you and he let out a soft noise when he finally felt you in his arms. It felt so right to have you there as if you were meant to be there in the first place (in his mind you were).

He could feel the lack of oxygen in him but he couldn’t care in the slightest. Your lips were like a paradise and he rather give up heaven if he had to just to keep tasting you.

“I need you Sunghoon” He stopped kissing you and pulled away to stare at you with wide eyes, not expecting to hear those words to ever leave your mouth

Your pupils were blown out wide as you stared up to him with a cloud of lust filling your eyes. His mind became hazy as it ran miles in a loop of the only rational thought holding onto dear life. He shouldn’t give in.

But the way your lips fit perfectly with his and the way you felt under his touch. He threw all his rationality out of the window, unable to say no to you when you’re willingly offering yourself so preciously to him.

His lips soon found a place on your jaw before tracing down to your neck in a haste. “Gonna have to do better than that to get my cock” You relished in his words as you knew this was the sign you’ve been longing for

You bit back your smirk and you let your body melt in his touch and kisses as your hands found their way to his hair to mess it up from its middle part.

“Then let me bring you inside” You whispered just loud enough for him to hear and Sunghoon forced himself to detach from you to allow you open the door

As you hastily tried to open the door wanting to get him inside as soon as possible, Sunghoon’s arms wrapped around you, allowing himself to get lost in the daze of you.

He kissed the side of your face not able to get enough of you as his thumbs rubbed circles on your coated body. Even though there was a multiple layers between you and his touch, you could still feel his touch burn your body.

When you finally opened the door, he quickly pushed you inside and locked the front door.

The moment he turned to face you, you grabbed him by the collar to kiss him once again. He chuckled against your lips as your hands began removing his layers. “You can start taking mine off too” You mumbled and he was quick to remove the piece of clothing that prevented him from touching your skin.

The kiss became more impatient as you guided him towards your room, neither of your lips breaking from each other. You had your hands mixed in his hair as his hands roamed over your body, trying memorize every single crevice on your body.

When you made it to your room, you knocked the door open and broke off the kiss to push him onto your bed with a pant. Sunghoon looked to you to take a moment to properly comprehend that this was actually happening.

Your eyes darting over him to burn how you had your professor sitting on your bed burned into your memory.

As your eyes found his, you slowly began to remove your shirt and Sunghoon’s eyes never left yours. You gulped as you discarded your shirt somewhere leaving you in your bra as you took off your pants.

He was trying everything in his willpower to not look anywhere else besides your eyes as you were removing your last piece of clothing. When you kicked your pants off somewhere in your room, you were now left in your undergarments only.

Sunghoon who witnessed it, couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you, his student, his favorite student actually, was now crawling onto his lap.

He gulped as his hands unconsciously grabbed your hips as you positioned yourself right on top of him. He let out a deep groan feeling your clothed core right above his hard on.

You gasped feeling him against you, even though he was restraint through his pants, you could still his imprint. You slowly rocked your hips to rub yourself against him, letting desperate whines leave your mouth for him.

This was not how either of you expected your Christmas to go.

But nevertheless, Sunghoon couldn’t take it anymore. He flipped you onto your back and you let out a shocked squeal at how easily he did that but your mind went blank as he removed his shirt and your jaw dropped.

You knew Sunghoon had muscles, you could tell by the way his shirts would fit around him during class but you didn’t realize just how sculpted his body was. Your eyes trailed over him and you felt your heart pounding against your chest.

But you were disrupted from your thought as he dove straight into your neck to leave wet open kisses.

You moaned softly feeling his lips, his hands roaming higher up your body until they found your breast. He unclasped your bra with ease and freed your mounds before attaching his lips onto your left one, sucking and kissing your already harden nipple and having his free hand to pinch your right one.

You jolted harshly at the sensation on both of your nipples and you could feel his smirk against your body.

His tongue glided over your sensitive nipple making you whimper loudly, fingers pinching them before rubbing his thumb over it to soothe the nerves. He removed his lips from your boob, bringing his lips onto yours. You grabbed his wrist as his hands held your boobs as he flushed himself against you.

You felt the poke against your clothed core and as embarrassing as it was, you almost came right then and there.

You don’t remember the last time you ever got with someone, too focused on school (and secretly your professor) that you didn’t even have time to take care of yourself.

You rubbed yourself against his leg that laid between your legs and he grinned in the kiss as he bit your lips harshly causing you to squeal.

“Such a fucking slut. Can’t even wait for me to fuck you that you’re already rubbing your soaking pussy against me” Sunghoon grabbed your chin forcing you to look down on the leg you were grinding on and the wet patch you left behind

“Rubbing me like some bitch in heat” You whimpered at his words and you shook your head trying to prove yourself but your actions spoke other wise

All you knew were praises but hearing such belittling words from your professor only made you wetter and you desperately needed him inside of you. “Please Mr. Park plea-” But you didn’t expect him to squish your face in his hand as he forced you to look at him

His harsh lust filled gaze send a wave down to your already dripping self. “Call me sir”

Your throat went dry, never using such nicknames before. But you heard the sternness of his voice which only fueled you even more. “S-sir” You tested the foreign nickname on your tongue for the first time and hearing it fall from your lips went straight to his cock

Having the top student sprawled beneath him begging for him did wonders on his mind. But he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“Come on, I know you can do better than that. I need words, what do you want me to do?” Sunghoon teased as he already knew exactly what you wanted

But something about having you beg for him riled him up. Just because it was you didn’t mean you were easily going to get what you wanted from him.

“Sir please” Your voice full of desperation, “I-I need you inside of me. Need you to feel you. Want you to fill me up with your cock, I need you” You chocked out in whines and Sunghoon smirked seeing you wither before him

“Such a good little slut” He kissed the side of your face making you squeal, and you finally heard the unbuckling his belt and your heart raced

You looked down to see him freeing his harden cock which sprung out, hitting his abdomen and your jaw dropped seeing his size. This was nothing compared to what you thought it was when you were rubbing yourself against him.

You clearly underestimated your professors size and he noticed, “Oh don’t tell me you thought I was small. Come on, give me some credit” He smirked noticing you gulping nervously as you were amazed by his size

Your hands went to admire him and he groaned when your hands wrapped around him with a daze in your eyes. He closed his eyes as you softly pumped him almost causing him to throw his head back from the sheer pleasure.

With the faintest touches, you were already sending him into an overdrive. He doesn’t know if it’s because it’s been so long since he’s last been with someone like this or if it was because his deep hidden forbidden desires were being fulfilled by the only person in his mind, you.

His eyes clamped harder when he felt your hand go lower to fiddle with his aching balls that have been waiting months to be released.

“You’re so heavy” You mumbled at the observation and you noticed his angry tip leaking precum

You knew how bad your thoughts were in that moment, but you needed him to rearrange your whole intestines.

Your hands brought him over your stomach to measure just how deep he would be inside of you and you nervously gulped seeing how far deep he would be, “I don’t know if you’re gonna fit…”

Sunghoon murmured a soft ‘fuck’ under his breath seeing just how deep he would be inside of you, he almost lost control and rammed into you to make you dumb and only think about his cock.

But he knew you were right, he didn’t even know himself if he could fit inside of you.

“Then we’ll make it fit. You’ll be a good girl and take it right? Take all of me and everything I give you?” You looked up to him with doe eyes and Sunghoon needed to ruin you as you innocently nodded your head

He hummed pleased with your nod before having his fingers play with the fabric of your panties, noticing how it clung to your wetness as he peeled them off you painfully slow.

The more you were becoming exposed to him, the more you were growing shy and when he finally removed your panties, you unconsciously covered your bare self with your hands.

Sunghoon smack his tongue against his teeth before moving your hands away to admire you in all your glory. He saw how your soaked core gleamed with your arousal and he was captivated by you. He took a moment to appreciate you and your cheeks burned as his gaze never left your gaping hole.

“Perfect, absolutely perfect” He mumbled to himself before holding himself in his hands, giving himself a few pumps before dragging his tip across your wet self in a teasing manner, his precum and your arousal smearing together making the most beautiful scene in front of him.

Your hole clenched around nothing as he tapped his tip against your empty hole that begged to be filled and destroyed by him.

But you whined impatiently as he replaced his aching cock with his slender fingers. Even though, he desperately wanted to just be inside you, he knew he would split you in half and not in the good way if he didn’t prep you.

You bit your lip as you felt his fingers graze over your wetness and you looked down to see Sunghoon in a daze as he watched you coat his fingers.

You were going to say something but you gasped when you suddenly felt his finger enter you without any warning. He hissed at your tightness as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of you. Your body melted into your mattress from his finger alone.

Sunghoon soon entered a second finger, stretching you out a little more. You let out soft moans and it was like music to his ears. His fingers painfully dragged in and out as his thumb found a resting point on your clit.

The slow circles on your sensitive bud made your body jolt as the moans became louder and heavier. You felt the familiar knot in your stomach and right when it was going to snap, Sunghoon ripped his hand away.

You frustratedly whined that your close orgasm was ripped from you. Sunghoon chuckled seeing your frustrated state as small tears filled the corner of your eyes, daring to fall.

You saw as he stuck the fingers that were just inside of you inside him mouth as he hummed wildly tasting you for the first time.

“You taste so sweet baby” The endearing nickname filled your ears and mind as your frustration melted away as your heart warmed

But that didn’t last too long as it quickly overshadowed by the desperate need for him. “S-Sir p-please” You broke out in a whimper and Sunghoon cooed you as he rubbed your cheek softly

“You’ve been doing so well, I’m so proud of you baby” He tried to calm down your sniffled self as he grabbed his cock in his hand before dragging his tip across your pussy again before protruding your hole with his tip

Your mouth fell slack as you could feel him slipping in as he hissed by how tight you were. Your mind was already sent into a drunken dazed by the stretch you’ve never felt before.

He let out a broken chuckle as he saw your expression, “You’re already gone and I only gave you a taste of my tip” He continued to ease his way in, the clench making it difficult for him

“B-Big” You admitted breathlessly the moment he finally made it halfway

The two of you panted heavily feeling the undeniable pain but pleasurable stretch as Sunghoon nearly lost himself in the hold you had on his cock.

He gave you sometime to adjust as he rubbed a hand on your hips to help your shuddering and after a few moments you gave him a weak nod to keep going.

As he kept moving deeper into you, your gasp only grew louder, your hands resting on his shoulder as your fingertips dug into his shoulders.

He hissed feeling your fingertips in his shoulders but he continued to slowly push through. With each passing second, tears fell down your face and Sunghoon kissed your tears away.

“I know baby, I know. You can take it. I promise it’ll feel so good” You whimpered as you wrapped your arm around him to hold him close to your aching body

He finally bottomed out and the two of you let out a heavy shudder trying to get use to the taste the new forbidden heaven.

“You’re so pretty baby. So damn pretty” He praised you hoping it helped ease you and it did to a certain extent

The stretch was undeniably delicious and when lightly tapped his back, a sign for him to move, he smiled weakly, giving shallow thrust at first.

From his first thrust, you felt a new side of pleasure you never felt before. No one ever being able to make you feel like this till this day. You just never expected the one to show you this new world of pleasure would be your own professor.

You moaned as you held him close to you as he found a spot in the crook of your neck. The noises you tried to contain became loose in his ears when he began to pick up pace as his tip started to kiss your cervix with each thrust which you didn’t even know was possible.

“F-fuck baby. Gonna fuck you so good” He gruntled against your neck as he soon found a pace that made you fall apart on his cock

His pelvis met with your clit from the close proximity and you were seeing stars. “M-Mr- Sun-Hoo-Sir” Your mind didn’t know what to call Sunghoon in this moment

“How often did you think about your professor’s cock ramming into you? Bet you waited for the day to lure me into your bed just so that I can fuck you like the slut you are” Sunghoon spewed the brewing thoughts in his head

“E-every d-day Sung…H-hoon” You managed to moan out as the friction against your clit made you unintentionally tighten around Sunghoon’s hammering cock inside of you and the two of you were falling apart from the pleasure.

“Just like that, say my fucking name from your pretty mouth” Sunghoon pulled away from his spot on your neck to look at your sprawled body as he gripped your sides to slam his hips harsher against yours. “Nothing in that pretty head of yours but my name”

You knocked your head back as you tightly gripped your sheets, trying to hold in your sounds as best as you could but Sunghoon wouldn’t allow that. He rubbed his fingers over your swollen clit causing you to scream and cover your mouth surprised by the loud noise that left your mouth.

“Let the whole neighborhood know who’s fucking you this good. Let them hear you moan and whine like the slut you are for your professor’s cock” You were beyond the edge as his hips snapped against yours, your body jolting into the mattress with each of his thrust

And he loved the scene before him, the way your breast bounced from his harsh thrust, how your head was thrown back and your mouth was wide open with nothing but calls of his name and moans leaving it.

You arched your back sending a new shock of pleasure over you and Sunghoon’s managed to somehow go even deeper with the new angle as he held your lower back to keep your back arched as he continued to pound into you like you were his own toy.

“Clo-Close s-ir” You whined as you could feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach again. “Please! ‘m g-gonna come”

“Then come for me” Sunghoon voice was hot against your ringing ears and that was the push you needed before a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over you

You moaned loudly and Sunghoon groaned feeling you tightened around him from your climax and he noticed how you tried to pull away from him due to the simulation of his slipping cock in you.

You thought it was over as you panted tiredly and he slowed down his pace. But your legs were suddenly thrown over his shoulders as your body was pressed deeper into the mattress before he picked up his pace again.

You let out a loud sound, clawing at your sheets from the stimulation as your mind reeled from his brutal pace on your hole.

“We’re not done until I dump all of my cum inside you like my own personal cumdump” With the mention of the new nickname, you clamped down harder on him and he smirked feeling your reaction to his degrading words

“Oh? You like being your professor’s cumdump? You like knowing that you’ll be full of my cum so deep inside you, don’t you slut?”

“Yes yes yes” You blabbed as Sunghoon’s pace never let up as your pussy only continued to suck him in. “Gonna milk me for all my worth” Sunghoon groaned, feeling his own high rising

When you felt his cock twitch inside of you, you knew he was close. You clamped harder down on him wanting to stay true to his words. You were going to milk him for all his worth.

“Fuck! Tightening around me like that” Sunghoon panted as his head landed against your ear, Sunghoon’s thrust meeting your skin harshly that you swore there were would be bruising left

“Want all of it” Your voice was like a siren to him and Sunghoon knew exactly what you were referring to and he smirked proudly

“You want my cum that badly?” Your weak nods were sent straight to his ragging cock but suddenly he pulled out of you, making you feel empty

You whined loudly at the sudden emptiness, “Hoonie” The foreign nickname dragged out of your mouth and Sunghoon froze hearing it

He never knew such a nickname could make his heart flip and slowly have a power to conquer over him. He was going to need you to call him that forever.

He quickly lined himself back to your gaping hole before ramming his cock back into you with one thrust causing all air to be knocked out of you.

His pace was even more brutal as he used you like his own personal fleshlight. “H-Hoonie” You called out again and his mind was stuck on filling you up. He kept muttering soft ‘fucks’ and ‘just like that’ as he kept using your hole

But when he slowed down his pace suddenly after being so harsh and sloppy, you were going to complain before feeling such sharp thrust into you, jolting your body forwards until you felt hot spurts of his cum shoot deep inside you as Sunghoon rode out his high.

Sunghoon was telling the truth about filling you up as he gave a few more strokes inside of you to make sure his cum remained deep inside of you before painfully pulling out. He huffed, feeling the pressure of you finally releasing him and you whimpered feeling empty without him.

Sunghoon rubbed your sides as he admired your face shining in an afterglow he left you in. He smiled tiredly, planting kisses on your face. “You did so well baby, my good girl” His praises made you clench around nothing which forced his and your mix of cum to spill out of you

Sunghoon’s eyes traveled down and he was blessed that he did because he witnessed the most dazzling scene he had ever watched.

“You’re so fucking beautiful baby” He murmured as he pulled away from your sore body, creasing your inner thigh as he admired his work

You shivered feeling the sudden cold without his warmth on your body, your eyelids becoming heavy but your mouth fell open when his finger scooped around your messy pussy before sliding the mess back in.

“Don’t want to let it go to waste” Sunghoon hummed pushing his cum back deep into you, right where it was meant to be in

✎ᝰ。

Now in the present time. You made your way to Sunghoon’s office, having a bounce to your steps. As you walked through the campus, many people from students to the dean of the university happily greeted you as you passed by.

You were happy to wave back to them before finally reaching the destination you wanted to be at in the first place. You softly knocked on Sunghoon’s office door and it was almost as if he knew it was you(he did).

When he gave you the all clear to enter, you opened the door to peak your head inside before bringing in the rest of your body and Sunghoon swirled in his chair to face you as you walked in. Sunghoon had his rimless clear glasses hanging from his nose, a paper in hand with his white button sleeves folded up to his forearms, the watch you gifted him as a late birthday present gleamed on his wrist under the warm dim lighting and a few of the buttons undone from his shirt.

It was near the end of the day and the university was clearing up as faculty members and students finally left after finishing another tired filled day.

But unlike you, it was no surprise that people would see you staying behind to ‘study’ when in reality 5 times out of the week, you’re finding your way to Sunghoon’s office for the ‘briefings’ the two of you had established after that blissful night on Christmas day.

“Good evening Mr. Park” You greeted him formally but as you closed the door making sure to lock it, you went over to your favorite professor desk, dropping your bag on the chair in front of his desk as you went over to give him a kiss which he happily accepted

“Hi baby” He murmured in the kiss having missed your presence even though he saw you earlier that morning for the morning lecture

But that was never enough for him, he could only discreetly glance across the lecture hall as you attentively paid attention to his lesson.

He softly placed a hand on the back of your head to keep you against his lips for a moment longer before finally pulling away.

When he pulled away, he saw the dopey grin you had and his heart swelled. You went to grab your discarded bag on the chair before dragging the lonely chair in the corner of Sunghoon’s office that he reserved just for you and grabbed your laptop and all the papers you needed.

Sunghoon adjusted his own papers to accommodate your stuff now clamoring his desk just like how he always did for you.As you made yourself comfortable, you and Sunghoon stayed in comfortable silence as the two of you worked on your respective tasks.

This was how it usually starts whenever you came to visit your favorite professor for ‘debriefings’.

However, if it were to go further than this, it always depended on if either of you were in the mood (which was almost always) and who would initiate it first.

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes reading over a paper that made absolutely no sense, his hand slipped onto your thigh, giving a light squeeze when he saw yet another error on the paper.

You didn’t even flinch in the slightest from the squeeze, already used to it as you continued to type away on your laptop trying to submit something that was not even due until 2 weeks from now, but you always loved being ahead of the game.

You slightly tilted your head confused when you received an email but when you opened it, you silently squealed happily which caught Sunghoon’s attention.

He peeled his gaze away from the paper onto you who was smiling widely at your laptop screen. You could feel his questioning gaze and you faced him showing off your beautiful smile as you turned the laptop around for him to read the email you received.

He read the email with a stoic face but a small smile soon rose to his face when he finished. In the email it stated that you were the top student to receive the highest marks in the past semester finals.

“Congratulations baby” Your heart swelled to Sunghoon’s praise as you cheekily smiled, feeling proud of the achievement you accomplished yet again

“Last semester was a little harder so I’m surprised I placed first again” You admitted but you melted when Sunghoon soon creased your face feeling just how ultimately proud he was

“You achieved it because you deserved it, don’t ever doubt yourself” You rubbed your cheek against his hand, the smile still on your face and Sunghoon quickly put the paper in hand down and carefully pulled you onto his lap

You squeaked when you landed on his lap as he continued to crease your face as he stared at you with pure admiration. “So proud of my baby” He murmured as he planted softly kisses against your arm

You giggled the moment his mouth came to contact with your skin and you could feel his smile to your giggles, his arms snaking around your body, holding you firm on his lap.

“You deserve a reward don’t you? For such an achievement” He spoke as he looked to you and you shyly nodded your head because no matter how many times you were in this position you will still feel butterflies in your stomach

“I have to meet some deadlines this afternoon so give me a few minutes okay?” Your smile soon turned to a slight frown but you nodded your head in understanding

Sunghoon’s heart shattered seeing the frown on your face and he immediately offered something to help ease you until he could properly give you the treatment you deserve.

“Come sit on me mhm? Just to bay your aching self” You immediately perked at Sunghoon’s alternative and you were quick to start unbuckling his belt

He chuckled lowly seeing just how eager you were as you pulled your own pants down. “It’s almost as if you only work hard to get things from me” He joked, he knows it wasn’t true, you were naturally a hard worker but he liked to teased

When you pulled out his cock from his pants, you nearly salivated forgetting just how much you loved it. You saw how it softly twitched in your hand as it was slowly hardening. You smiled softly before pulling your panties to the side, you didn’t expect to need any prep because of the amount of arousal leaking out of you just by his praises alone.

You teased his growing angry tip with your hole and you slightly hisses thinking you would’ve been able to take it without prep but you overestimated yourself.

Sunghoon saw how your face contorted from the sudden stretch you thought you could handle and at first he was going to help you but as he saw you struggled to take him, he decided to let you take the lead.

His hands found their way to your hips to help steady yourself as you finally began to sink on him. Your soft gasp and whimpers and the way you clenched around him fueled Sunghoon to the moon. He tried to control himself from throwing everything off his desk to absolutely pound into you.

But he remembered he only offered you to sit on him until he finishes his work to meet his deadlines, but he was foolish to not think of his own being in this matter. He was snapped out of his thoughts when you bottomed out, you and him slightly hissing, you at the stretch and Sunghoon from the clench.

He rubbed circles on your hips. “You okay baby?” His words made you weakly nod, resting your forehand with his

He closed his eyes to be in the moment of having you in his arms, you wrapped so intimately around him. He soon found your lips with his as he gave you a loving kiss which you reciprocated with ease. You hummed happily in his kiss as your hands held the side of his face.

“I have to finish my deadline baby” Sunghoon told in between the kiss but you didn’t want to let him go just yet

“Five more minutes please” You pleaded as you pulled away and he couldn’t say no to you, he grabbed the back of your nape before brining your lips back onto his

You smiled happily in the kiss as you continued to sit on his lap, feeling his cock twitch every now, desperately wanting to move but not able to just yet.

When he pulled away from the kiss, your lips chased after his for a few more seconds and he smiled warmly at your actions.

“The quicker I finish this, the quicker I’m yours” He soothed your hips and ass that stayed pressed against him

You sighed heavily before turning around, you and him gasping at the small friction created, craving more but both of knocking yourself out of that haze.

You faced your back towards him as you poorly dragged your laptop to continue working.

Sunghoon weakly smiled before grabbing the discarded paper he was grading, before adjusting his glasses up his nose bridge as he continued reading over it.

A casual debriefing with your favorite professor.

✎ᝰ。

“Today you will be working in pairs for the assignment. Choose your partner carefully” Sunghoon announced dismissing the students that were quick to mingle with one another to see who would be willingly to be their partners

You remained sitting at your seat before placing your headphones on and beginning to tap away at your keyboard having the intent to finish the assignment quickly wanting to take a nap before going on the rest of your day.

You worked alone on every group or paired assignment Sunghoon assigned as he deemed it unfair how people would only pair up with you to have the intentions of taking advantage of your intelligence to get themselves a high mark.

So Sunghoon didn’t allow others to pair up with you which bothered you at first but you soon enjoyed it as you were able to go at the pace you wanted and complete the assignment the way you wanted to.

As you happily typed away searching through the textbook with your music playing. You were too engrossed in the assignment that you were brought back to reality when you felt a faint tap on your shoulder.

You looked away from your laptop to see a guy you’ve never seen before. His mouth was moving but you couldn’t hear him, you pulled on the side of your headphone away from your ear to listen.

“Oh I was speaking to you when you had headphones in, I’m sorry” He rambled out the apology as he nervously fiddled with his fingers, you could hear the hint of some type of accent in his voice as you waved him off to not worry about it

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just saw that you were working alone and I was wondering if you would like to partner up with me” The guys shyly asked as he rubbed his nape awkwardly waiting for your response

“I’m Jake by the way, I didn’t introduce myself earlier” The said Jake guy smiled and you gave a heartfelt smile in return “And you are?“

Your eyes widen at his question, Jake didn’t know who you were. But instead of being offended as others thought you would be if people didn’t know you were, it felt like a breath of fresh air.

You were so used to people having exceptions for you and you didn’t mind them knowing that it’s how you presented yourself but it was nice to know someone who was oblivious to who you were.

You introduced yourself to Jake and he continued to give you a kind smile before asking if he could take the seat next to you. You decided to indulge in this waif of fresh air in the form of Jake just a little, you had a good feeling that he wouldn’t be using you just to get a high mark.

However, you didn’t realize the piercing gaze that shot towards you from the professor’s podium. Sunghoon gripped the side of the podium tightly that he might’ve left indents but he didn’t care.

Seeing you suddenly became all chatty with someone set something ugly in him. The way you were smiling at the guy who awfully took a seat close to you made something in him rot. Why were you smiling like that?

Yet, Sunghoon found it even more sickening that his students took notice the new pair of you and Jake. They knew Sunghoon’s rule that no one was allowed to pair up with you to provide fairness which was half true so why wasn’t he applying the rule onto Jake? He wondered that himself but he saw how you looked relaxed in his presence and he decided to let you have your little fun.

What was supposed to be a paired project that took up the whole class, was completed by you and Jake not even 30 minutes later after assigning it and that bothered Sunghoon greatly.

You were laughing at something Jake said as you were walking up to Sunghoon’s desk and when you reached it, you immediately knew something was off. Instead of raising his head to give you his undivided attention like always, he didn’t bother to look up.

He kept his gaze down at his desk that was scattered with papers and he only motioned for you lay the paper down at the corner of the desk instead of handing it to him to grade immediately.

Your stomach churned as you noticed Sunghoon was treating you differently today. He didn’t utter a single remark to you on how you finished early and only remained silent.

You stayed frozen for a moment in shock to his new behavior towards you but he didn’t seem to care in the slightest and this made your heart hurt.

Jake faintly called your name to garner your zoned attention and when you finally began peeling yourself away from his desk, Sunghoon finally called out your name.

You turned almost immediately that you hoped no one noticed. You saw Sunghoon skimming through yours and Jake’s completed paper, his grimace growing by the second.

“Please meet me in my office later to discuss your performance in my class” Sunghoon said before placing the paper back down, letting out a disappointed sigh as he adjusted his glasses

Your heart dropped. You could only aimlessly nod your head as your mind reeled with questions and worry.

“Uh do you need to see me as well Mr. Park?” Jake chimed in and Sunghoon didn’t even dare to look at Jake and shook his head

“No, this only concerns her. She is the top student and it would pain the whole university to see her slip up” Sunghoon’s words cut through you like a knife and you tried to hold back the tears that burned your eyes

You hated when you were talked down upon, especially when it came to your academics and Sunghoon knew that perfectly well.

✎ᝰ。

You softly knocked on Sunghoon’s office door at the usual time for the ‘debriefings’ and he called you in with a tone that you had never heard before. You struggled to swallow down as you stepped into his office and having to be on the receiving end of Sunghoon’s harsh gaze.

It was as if your brain went into autopilot as you fell into you usual routine whenever you were in his office. You closed the door behind you, making sure it’s locked, dropping your bag on the chair in front of his desk and going over to his side to give him a kiss.

But right when you were going to kiss him, Sunghoon jerked away from you adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. You blinked unexpected by his actions as the unease started to settle in your stomach more as you stared at him as he motioned for to sit but not in your usual seat reserved for you.

Forced to sit in the seat that he made everyone else sit on. You could feel your heart crawling to your throat as your heavy steps took you to the chair in front of him, grabbing your bag before placing it on your lap.

“Do you know I asked for you here?” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow as he rested his elbow on his desk

Your eyes shifted from him and onto your lap as you fiddled with your fingers and you could hear his heavy sigh at your lack of response. “Well you should’ve checked your work before submitting it to me” He told

Your eyes widen as it finally registered in your mind. You made to triple check the work before submitting it to Sunghoon and you knew it was correct. But hearing it from his harsh tones made your eyes watered with tears as you believed his words that you were in fact slipping up.

Sunghoon noticed your demeanor dropping at his words and he wanted to ease your growing frantic self, always despising seeing you like this as he knew you took your academics very seriously, but a greater rage burned him that made him overlook you.

“You know we take academic here very serious, especially yours. Do you know how much it pained me to give you a failing grade on the assignment?” Your jaw dropped as you let out a shivered breath

You’ve never failed an assignment before so hearing that that you received your very first failing grade especially it being from Sunghoon’s class made your world crash down.

You stared at him with fear spreading across your face and you almost broke down right then and there.

“I-I failed it?” Your voice was shaky as you tried to keep your composure as you stared to Sunghoon with teary eyes

Of course you didn’t actually fail the assignment, you excelled in it like you always did. However, Sunghoon was so bothered that most of the answers weren’t in your handwriting but rather by someone else’s, your partner, Jake.

It aggravated him skimming over the paper seeing the doodles he usually loves smeared with someone else’s doodles along side yours.

There were signs of multiple tic tac toe rounds on the paper with little notes saying ‘I win’ or ‘You lose’ in your handwriting that was responded to by Jake’s writing of ‘I’ll win next round’ or ‘I’ll destroy you’.

I’ll destroy you.

Sunghoon wanted to burn the paper to atoms acting like it never existed in the first place but he couldn’t do that. He had to put the grade in for his favorite student.

“It breaks my heart to put the grade in” Sunghoon sighed but you quickly weeped in pure desperation

“Sunghoon it’ll drop my grade down, it’ll cause my overall GPA to drop! Please don’t put it in. I’ll do anything! Just please don’t put it in the grade book” Your sniffled pleas set something off in Sunghoon as he saw the tears spilling from your eyes, in his eyes you were the prettiest crier

“Anything?” Sunghoon raised an eyebrow and you quickly got up from the seat and dropped yourself down to your knees in front of him as you stared up to him with teary eyes

It wasn’t your first time being in this position, but it was the first time that you were doing this in order to avoid a failing grade. But you simply couldn’t afford it.

Sunghoon got up from his chair before crouching to meet at your level. “Aw my good girl knows just what to do” He hummed warmly as you lips quivered from held back sobs

He wiped your tears away with his thumb with a sinister look in his eye before taking place back in his chair as he manspread in front of you, waiting for you to crawl to him.

You felt humiliated having to do this but your grade was at stake and you couldn’t allow a slip up, you needed to make sure everyone was aware that you still and forever will be the top student.

As you kneeled before Sunghoon, he tried to suppress the smirk daring to grow on his face. You looked absolutely perfect before him and just like Jake’s words. “I’ll destroy you baby” He softly murmured creasing the side of your face, a sign of endearment instead of the cold stoic felling he was showing you beforehand

As you fondled with his belt and slacks in order to bring them to his mid thigh just enough for you to pull out his heavy cock that leaked with precum at the tip.

You knew what you needed to do as you began softly stroking his cock with your hands. Sunghoon groaned lowly as he watched your hands wrap around his cock before moving up and down dragging out the movements. “Better start working faster than that baby”

You replaced your hands with your mouth as dragged your tongue from the base all the way to his tip’s slit. Sunghoon threw his head back letting a rubble erupt from his chest as you began to leave feather kisses at his tip before opening your mouth to suck him.

As your mouth began to close around him, he closed his eyes forgetting just how wonderful your mouth was to him. “Damnit baby” His breathless pants continued as you bobbed your head up and down trying to find the pace that always set him on the edge

You tried to swallow him whole as you managed to bottom him out, feeling him in the back of your throat. You gagged trying to hold your place there as much as you could before ripping yourself away for air.

You panted heavily with a string of saliva connecting your lips to Sunghoon’s cock and he smirked widely at this. You gulped still trying to catch your breath before connecting your lips back onto his tip as your tongue swirled around, trying to clean him from all the precum.

You looked up to him to see him staring at you as if you were the only person left in the world. You maintained eye contact with him as you sucked, the wet noises filling his office.

Sunghoon’s mind reeled in the feeling of your mouth as he let out breathless grunts and groans as he felt your hands fondling with his aching balls as you continued to suck him for all his worth. As he was getting lost in the sensation his hands instinctively came to the top of your head as he began to buck his hips into your mouth. “You’d let me fuck your pretty mouth won’t you?”

You gagged as his cock slipped deeper into your throat, spit forming at the side of your mouth as you weakly nodded your head and that was all Sunghoon needed to use your throat.

He adjusted himself, feeling how you became pliant in his hands as he bobbed your head and down his length to meet his harsh thrust. You placed your hands on his knees, gagging loudly as tears burned your eyes more as Sunghoon continued to use your mouth for his own pleasure.

“Just like that baby, fuck. You’re so perfect for me” He groaned out, you weren’t able to respond as he continued to use your mouth and you could tell he was already close as his thrust became more frantic chasing his release

After a few more harsh thrust, his seed spilled in your throat and he groaned loudly as he pulled you away to have his cum shoot onto your face and shirt.

When Sunghoon finally came down from his high, he was breathing heavily trying to come back from the high of the mind goggling head you always give him but he saw the sight in front of him.

Your face and shirt stained with his release as you looked to him with doe eyes and he grabbed your jaw forcing you to open to see if you swallowed the little remnants you got before he pulled away.

He stroked your face lovingly as he saw that there was nothing left behind. He scooped the spurts of cum on your face with his finger and bringing it to your mouth. You knew what he wanted and you gave it him as you sucked his finger clean.

Sunghoon brought you up from your knees to bring you into a rough kiss. The kiss was reverent as his hold on you was tight. “Gonna make sure you don’t remember your name, let alone that fuckass partner of yours” Sunghoon gruff out before flipping you over his desk where student’s paper were soon scattered everywhere

Hearing his words made you realized that his behavior stemmed from unnecessary jealousy caused by Jake. You were surprised seeing just how jealous he got and it sent a wave straight down to your aching heat.

Yet, you shirked when the cold air suddenly hit your bare bottom “You soaked right through your panties” Sunghoon’s finger grazed your drenching core “You’re so wet… Just for me right baby?” You lambently nodded your head, losing yourself in the small friction

“All for you” You breathed out and before you realized, Sunghoon was already sinking into you. You gasped loudly at the unexpected intrusion, feeling the familiar stretch of his cock breaking you

“H-hoon!” You whimpered as you tried to get accustomed to the burn but Sunghoon didn’t listen to your pleas as he already began to move in your tight hole

“Sucking me in so good” Sunghoon chuckled as you gripped the ends of his desk feeling your body jolting from his shallow thrust “Hoonie” You strained out a moan but he was quick to send a spank to your ass

“That’s not my name- damnit no matter how many times I split you open you’re still so tight” He let out as he fully sunk in, groaning at how tight you were clenching around him

And without anytime for you catch your breath from the familiar stretch, he was already slipping in and out of you as he was soon finding a fast rhythmic pace that had you seeing stars.

The office filled with your moans and sound of skin slapping, “S-sir please faster” You whined knowing that you shouldn’t have asked for something you couldn’t handle but you were already too beyond any rational thinking

“You wanna get fucked like the slut you are? Is that why you were practically flirting with him? Just to get my attention so that I can bend you over my desk and breed your pussy?” His fingers dug into your hips as he started to pound into you with no remorse, his tip bruising your cervix and you could feel the wind knocked out of you as you became a moaning mess

“Answer me slut” He gave another smack to your ass and you groaned at the stinging sensation, trying to form any sort of coherent words

“Y-yes- Breed me” Your few words only soared Sunghoon’s pride as he wrapped his bicep around your head to press your body against his as you threw your head back, your whines filling his ears

“Cream on my cock baby, just like how you were molded to” The noise in his office were beyond obscene, the wet noises mixing in with the skin on skin and his degrading words made you dizzy

Sunghoon could tell you were close as you were clenching around him tighter and tighter until you came all over his ramming cock. You moaned loudly as he helped you ride out your high but instead of slowing down, he only continued faster.

You tried to claw at his forearms in hopes for him to slow down as you felt your knees giving out on you and if not for him holding you up by his biceps, you would’ve fallen to the ground. You were beyond overstimulated but Sunghoon didn’t care as he continued to chase his own high.

“Fucking slut wanted to get fucked so badly… Had to do anything- S-shit! Just to get my attention” Your mouth stayed opened as all noises fell from it as your mind became hazy from the overstimulation, his relentless thrust and the headlock he had you in

You were too far gone but deep down, you wouldn’t be mad if he decided to fuck you like this every time. “S-sir” You chanted out nonstop

“What was your partner’s name? Tell me” Your body kept moving with his thrust and you could feel yourself losing it, “I asked for his name slut” And you know you shouldn’t have responded, you should’ve acted oblivious but you wanted to add fuel to the blaring fire

“Ja-Ja..k-“ You couldn’t even finish saying Jake’s name as Sunghoon’s headlock tighten around you and somehow his pace only become even more animalistic than what it already was. You held back a scream as you could feel a second wave of your orgasm building up.

“Say his name again and see what the fuck happens” Sunghoon warned before letting you out of his headlock having you body fall forward onto his desk as his hand pressed against your back to keep you there as his freehand had it’s fingers immediately find their way to your swollen clit begging for attention

You squealed as he rubbed your clit before adding tight pinches causing you to only thought of him, Sunghoon, Sir, Hoon, Hoonie, your favorite professor, Mr. Park.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your second orgasm crash over your stimulated body. “Shit baby shit, just… Ahh- a little more. Gonna breed this pussy the way it was meant to”

‘You’ll remember who can only do this to you” Sunghoon started rambling, “I’m the only one that breed your pussy this good” His thrust became sloppy and you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

And when he gave the final harsh thrust, jolting your body forward causing some papers to fall off his desk, you whimpered feeling his hot release spurt into you, painting your velvet wall all white of him.

Sunghoon gave a few more painful thrust to make sure he fucked his cum deep into you before pulling out. You whined feeling suddenly empty without him inside you.

Sunghoon saw how your mixed released dripped down your thigh and he admired the scene. How ruined you were because of him. His finger scooped up the falling cum only to shove it back into your gaping hole, you whimpered at the intrusion of his fingers but he gave pepper kisses on your back.

“Shh it’s okay” He hummed before carefully peeling your body off his desk that was now an even more of a mess

The afterglow you had could be seen from miles away and Sunghoon smiled warmly as he brought your sensitive body toward him to cradle you as he sat in his chair with you on his lap. “You did so good baby, took everything I gave you”

You relished in the praise but it soon creeped back into your mind of why this had happened in the first place. “F-fail?” Was all you could murmur and Sunghoon cooed at you before softly slipping his fingers over your body towards your overstimulated clit

Your body jolted from his fingers as you whined shaking your head, trying to peel his fingers away from your swollen bud not able take anymore but Sunghoon shook his head.

“You can give me another one baby, I know you can” You whimpered as your attempt were futile as his fingers began rubbing over the bud in a painfully slow circular motion “Let me take care of you. Then we can see if you still failed or not”

✎ᝰ。

When you finally made it back home that night after being dropped off by Sunghoon who made sure to give you an extra longer of a kiss at your front door, you landed straight onto your bed, absolutely exhausted from the rounds Sunghoon had put you through.

You always forget how high his stamina is and you know unlocked another level of his stamina by ten folds that only shined when his jealousy was through the roof.

You weakly pulled out your phone to see a message wishing you a goodnight and hope that you sleep well by Sunghoon and you chuckled softly to yourself, making sure to reply to him before going to check your grade for the paired assignment that you were afraid of seeing a failing grade instead of a passing one.

But with the little energy left in your body, you sat up on your bed, immediately smiling seeing the 104 percent left by Mr. Park for the paired assignment with a single comment left by him, ‘Good job’.

Even though it was simple comment, you knew it was only directed to you and not Jake (Sunghoon heavily expressed rather negative opinions about him in the car ride to yours even though Jake did no wrong).

Your heart filled to the brim seeing not only had you received full marks on the assignment, but you also received an extra 4 points just for being such a good student, his favorite student.

✎ᝰ。

Time flew by as it was soon reaching the end of the second half of the semester before going on summer break. And as time was passing, it caused an unsettling unease to rest in your heart. The ‘relationship’ you had established with Sunghoon ever since winter break only continued to blur as you didn’t know what you two even were. You knew the two of you were intimate sexually but you always became confused when it came to romantic aspect of things.

But on Sunghoon’s end he never really used words to begin with, he rather used actions to express what he was feeling for you (even if you were oblivious to them).

You didn’t realize that whenever you would complain to Sunghoon about running out of your favorite chapstick it somehow magically appeared placed at your seat with a sticky note that had written on ‘:)’ or when you felt overwhelmed about some long project that none of your other partners were working on, expecting you to do all the work, which somehow ended up with you receiving full credit while the rest of your partners received nothing.

Sunghoon loved to shower you in his affection of gift giving, ranging from something easy like flowers everyday to the latest tiffany & co. necklace and bracelet set he thought suited you the best. Whatever you could possibly think of having and wanting, he would get it for you in a flash.

But with all of his actions, it was unclear to you where his feelings lied for you.

Even though he would randomly show up at your doorstep just because he missed you and wanted to see to you which always ended up having you and him cuddle in your bed until the next morning as you both rushed to the university after sleeping past the alarms in each other’s arms.

It didn’t mean he cared about you the same way you cared about him. He could easily just be doing all of that to make sure you stick around in which he did a good job because the sheer thought of some else entering the picture and have Sunghoon leave you in the dust always kept you up at night, fear eating you from the inside out.

But your worst nightmare came true as in walked someone else, another rising star student.

She transferred last year from another prestigious university and she was known to be the top student but when she transferred, she was placed in the 5th slot of the top 5 fives students, you still remaining in the 1st slot.

It was impossible of how she didn’t hear about you. She heard praises left and right for you for simply walking by and she was curious. That’s when she realized you were the top 1 student in the entire university. That was when she was determined to achieve the top 1 spot for herself. She began in the year she transferred to bypass all of the top 3 students to secure her spot in the top 2, just below you.

When you finally heard of a rising student and how she bypassed the top 3 students in a short amount of time and was now top 2, you were impressed instead of bothered as the gap between you two was unshakeable.

But you didn’t realized how she was willing to do anything in order to take the number 1 spot from you. It was nothing personal towards you but you were the pride and joy of the university and she was simply wanted the title for herself.

So when she heard she would be sharing a class with you in the beginning of the first term, she was excited to see how both of you would perform in the hardest taught on campus by the strictest teacher Mr. Park.

She’s heard from other students taking the class that it wasn’t easy and barely anyone was able to pass it with the minimum required grade and this piqued her interest seeing how the top 1 student would succumb to the pressure in order to ensure her replacement of your high title.

But she soon realized that she was the one rather falling behind as the marks on her papers kept decreasing slowly but surely. While, you were receiving 100 percents with ease and would even receive extra credit sometimes and she was aggravated by this it.

She completely lost it when she saw the 75 percent on her paper from the paired assignment. When she glanced over to you when you received your paper only to see how you had scored a whopping 104 percent, which she didn’t know was even possible.

People congratulated you (and Jake) for being the highest mark out of the entire student body taking the course. Your wide smile as you accepted the compliments infuriated her, she wanted to wipe that smile right off your face.

And so she decided to attack the root cause, as she found herself in front of the very professor’s office that she couldn’t seem to pass with high remarks. She was hesitant on knocking, never really speaking to her professor during class especially outside of it for anything, choosing to silently struggle. She was worried Mr. Park hadn’t even paid attention to her because he had you taking his course (especially being in the same class as her).

She was living in your shadow and she was growing tired of it. She wanted to be adored by everyone just like how you were and set the curve. And hopefully talking to Mr. Park will help her achieve the little stepping stone she needed in order to determine her victory against you.

She softly knocked before overthinking anymore as she waited for a moment and that’s when she finally heard a faint ‘come in’.

Now any living being would tell you Mr. Park was undeniably attractive that it was actually sickening that someone like him existed and was teaching as a professor. She was no exception, seeing him in white button up, his jacket covering over his body as his infamous clear glasses rested perfectly on his nose bridge set an unspeakable fire in her.

“Hello Mr. Park” Her voice was unknowingly becoming smaller as his harsh gaze met her nervous ones

How you were able to approach him with such ease while everyone else struggled blew her mind but she remembered no one else was receiving 100 plus marks in his class besides you so she quickly diminished that thought.

“Good evening, I don’t believe you’ve set up an appointment or may have I missed it? Let me double check, please sit down” Sunghoon motioned to the seat in front of his desk which she accepted, she couldn’t dare tell him that she didn’t make an appointment to meet with him

She looked around his office to see it neatly done to a T expected from her professor. Her eyes caught sight of a random chair in the corner of his office. She furrowed her eyebrows but Sunghoon’s quickly brought her attention back and away from the chair.

“I don’t seem to have you down for an appointment, if you wish to discuss anything with me. Please make an appointment beforehand with the link provided in your online syllabus” Sunghoon told before brining his attention back to his work in front of him

“W-wait M-Mr. Park. I really need to talk to you, it’s important” Sunghoon stopped and placed the papers down before sighing heavily, he normally doesn’t do this but he was in a good mood since you stopped by during his lunch break just because you wanted to see him so he let it slide this one time

“This will only a one time thing. I do not excuse carelessness, if you wish to speak make an appointment on the provided schedule” Sunghoon told before motioning her to speak and she was dumb founded, all rationality left her mind

Her mind reeled as she spoke the first thing that came to her head, “Do you work out Mr. Park?” She tried to put on her best sultry voice hoping it would achieve what she wanted

Sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her, “Excuse me?”

“Seeing the 75 on the paired assignment made me so sad and I-I just wanted to let you know that I’m willing to do anything to change my grade” She pleaded helplessly hoping that he would give into her pleas to have her grade change

He knew he was a hypocrite for his next choice of words but he didn’t need anyone else, especially when he had you. “Please remove yourself my office and I will choose to ignore such requests” Sunghoon sighed realizing what she was trying to insinuate, this wasn’t the first time someone had tried to come to him to give him whatever he ‘wanted’ in exchange to get their grade up

She pouted harshly having been denied and Sunghoon almost showed his grimace at her pout, her pout wasn’t yours. But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

She made her way up from the chair and Sunghoon thought she was leaving but what he didn’t expect was her to suddenly turn around and walk over to his side of the desk and drop to her knees in front of him.

He jumped back in his chair as he adjusted himself as he stared at her in shock. “What are you doing?” Sunghoon asked and she looked up to him with an attempt of doe eyes and instead of feeling aroused like she had hoped, he felt sick

He wasn’t going to do anything with anyone else. He already you and he was never going to let that go.

She put her hair into a makeshift ponytail with her hands as she blinked her eyes innocently to him as she silently was offering herself. But Sunghoon looked away from her and motioned for her to stand up “Get up” Sunghoon’s authoritative tone made her weak in her knees and she thought that he was finally caving in to her

Yet, right when she was going to stand she heard a faint knock at his office door and Sunghoon immediately recognized that knock as yours. His heart rate jumped, he took a glance towards the clock to see that you were right on time for your ‘debriefings’ and he knew this scene looked completely wrong and he couldn’t possibly have you get any wrong idea.

But Sunghoon whipped his head when she saw her shuffling under his desk and he shook his head violently as she brought a finger to her lips to shush him but he wasn’t having any of it. “I am not going to repeat myself, get up” He warned which caused her let out a loud huff which didn’t go unnoticed by you on the other side of the door,

When she was going to place the faintest kiss on his knee through his pants, he jerked his leg away before she could do so. She sadly pouted before getting up from her previous position. She had mischievous smirk on her face, believing she had won in some type of way.

She grabbed her bag from the chair as she went over to the door and right before opening it, she send a playful wink towards her professor. “Thank you again Mr. Park” She spoke as opening the door and there she saw you standing innocent and oblivious to what was happening his Sunghoon’s office

Your eyes widen in shock seeing her leave Sunghoon’s office, you never once saw her here before let alone even speak to him during class.

Her smirk grew wider seeing you before holding her head high, discreetly wiping her lips with her fingers before happily greeting you.

“Oh? What you doing here?” She innocent raised an eyebrow almost as if mocking you

“Letter recommendation” You curtly responded which was a lie, you were here for the ‘debriefings’ you and Sunghoon always had but you don’t remember him telling you that he was going to be occupied beforehand

She smiled not saying anything else as she walked past you without a goodbye. You could feel and hear the silent screams she was giving you as she left you which all lead from the very startled professor that was now in front of you at the door.

You took in his appearance, he still looked like his formal self. Still neatly dressed from head to toe, his hair still intact but that didn’t ease the unsettling pain in your chest.

“How can I help you?” Sunghoon made room for you to enter his office, trying everything in his power to remain professional

You stopped your quivering lips as you shook your head, “Nothing, I thought I needed something but I don’t need it anymore” You emptily told before turning your heel and walking away from your professor

Sunghoon was stunned as this was the first time you never stayed for the debriefings and he could feel his heart squeeze as it settled in his mind everything was far from okay. His hands turned into fist in order to prevent himself from chasing after you, not caring who would see but he needed to remind himself that he was not your boyfriend. He was just your professor, someone that you were seeing that was hopelessly head over heels for you.

✎ᝰ。

Now he expected for it to be a simple misunderstanding that he could clear up with a few messages and going over to yours. But every time he tried to even reach you, you dodged him like a plague and acted like he didn’t even exist. The daily talks and messages became shorter and shorter until you were leaving him on delivered for hours on end only to see his message and not even respond.

You stopped coming for ‘debriefings’ all together and it was if nothing had ever happened between the two of you and he was slowly losing himself the more time he went without you. He knew you ways he shouldn’t but he did, neither you or him could ever forget that no matter how hard you tried.

What starting driving him to insanity were times where he saw you leaving his class without a glance towards him a the old lingering gaze shared was long forgotten as it was replaced with you staring at Jake as you laughed and smiled at something he told you.

And he knew it was highly unprofessional of him to even think this but Sunghoon felt the urge every time to throw a punch at Jake anytime he saw you two together.

Sunghoon’s biggest fear was coming true, you leaving him when he was already in too deep. He knew he had to act quickly before it was too late and he lost the only thing that mattered in his life. He needed to bring you back to him.

✎ᝰ。

It was the last day of the semester right before summer break and after finishing all finals (with the highest mark as always) and completing the finals assignments needed to ensure to leave the two terms with ease and remaining in your spot as the top student in the university.

You haven’t spoken much to Sunghoon during the past few leading up till this day. You knew it was rather childish on your part but something in your head told you that Sunghoon no longer needed you as he was seeming to be fulfilled by someone else that wasn’t you(even though he never forgot about you once, always making sure to send messages to you every morning and night just in case one day you decide to finally answer him).

As you and Jake were leaving Sunghoon’s last lecture, he was starting to ask you something, “So I was wondering if you would-“ but he was interrupted by the call of your name from Sunghoon who motioned for you to stay behind.

You were going to ignore him but your body had a mind of its own as you bid goodbye to Jake easily before discreetly taking a gulp as you hadn’t spoken properly to him and he was finally taking initiative in person.

‘I-I’ll wait for you outside!” Jake told and you gave a quick wave back before making your way over to Sunghoon’s desk and when it was finally just the two of you, Sunghoon’s dark chuckle rippled throughout the empty lecture hall

“Meet me in my office at the usual time” But before you could muster any type of response to avoid him, he motioned for you to stop, “I said meet me in my office, that is final” You should’ve said no but you were weak for him as sighed in defeated before muttered under your breath

“Why don’t you ask her to meet you in your office…” Sunghoon heard your muttered and his eyebrows furrowed and his lips twitched

“Because I need you in my office” Sunghoon told before lowering his voice to make sure you could only hear him, “Now be a good girl and listen” His voice sent shivers up your spine and you frowned before muttering a small ‘whatever’ before walking away

He smirked, pleased with your reaction as he was realizing you were jealousy, a possessive jealousy you had over him laid in his heart nicely.

✎ᝰ。

You softly knocked on Sunghoon’s office door as you always used do and your expected hearing his usual ‘come in’. But you were surprised to see him see opening the door for you.

You stared at him in shock as he moved to make room for you to come in. You gulped and awkwardly stepped in as it finally sunk into your mind of how long it has been since you were last in Sunghoon’s office, let alone in his presence in uh a close proximity.

But your mind filled with a distraught thought of what you thought to have happened between Sunghoon and the girl during the time that you and Sunghoon weren’t personally seeing each other outside of his lectures.

You wanted to light the whole office on fire to destroy any residue that the girl could’ve possible left behind. You hated that she was inside such a sacred place to you and what you thought was for Sunghoon too.

“Why did you want to meet with me?” You were in no mood to mess around and quickly wanted to get whatever he wanted done and over with

You saw how Sunghoon closed the door and easily locked the door and you knew you were in for it. “I’ve missed you as simple as that” He truthfully told before taking strides towards you, “How come my baby has been ignoring me?“ Sunghoon brought down the cold demeanor he shows everyone besides you, only you were the only one to ever see this side, the down right bad side of Sunghoon for you

You closed your eyes and shifted your head not wanting his words to work on you. But when you felt Sunghoon’s frame from behind goosebumps filled your body as his breath fanned over the shell of your ear with his hands finding their way to your waist. “Well? Why have you been ignoring me?”

You shivered as his words cut through you and you bit your lip to prevent yourself from speaking but the way Sunghoon’s hands carefully ran up the side of your body, his breath filling your ears, you could feel yourself melting.

“You were with her, didn’t think you wanted me anymore” When Sunghoon heard your response he stopped the running of his hands and let out a scoff, how could you have possibly think that?

“Baby you’re all I ever want. I was never with her in the first place nor would I ever even think about having someone else when I have you” Sunghoon’s voice rippled in your head as you tried to finally understand what he’s been telling you from the start

“But she was in your office” You mumbled, “She wiped her lips in front of me like a mockery. She was setting her claim on you” You huffed out feeling the anger rise in you, remembering the moment that has been haunting you nonstop

“But you already made your claim on me”

“I can only hold one and I choose to hold yours” Sunghoon turned your body to fully face him and he saw how your eyes refused to meet his causing him to smile, he lifted your head up by your chin, “Baby I’m forever yours”

You finally looked to meet his eyes and you could see nothing but sincerity in them and you could feel the warmth melt into you. “You promise?” You murmured and he nodded his head

“I promise my whole life on it” You finally allowed yourself to indulge in the very thing you’ve been longing for ever since you deprived yourself of it, you grabbed his nape before bringing his lips to crash onto yours. All tension and unease melted away in the kiss and Sunghoon engulfed you in his arms as he held your body close to his

Your and his lips worked in synchronization like they were made for each other, Sunghoon tried to pour all of emotions into that kiss as it was soon growing sloppier by the minute. “What about Jake? Always saw him with you, I was losing my mind seeing the way you were smiling at him” He gasped in the kiss before moving to plant kisses onto your cheek and neck, you hummed feeling the sensation as you shook your head

“He’s just a friend, a mere distraction from you” You responded and you could feel the way Sunghoon’s grip tightened around you before chuckling against your skin

“A friend now huh? What else happened when you weren’t talking to me?” He asked, detaching himself from you to hold your hips in his hands, you could see the familiar glint in his eyes as he stared at you like a starved man

He brought his lips to whisper in your ear, “You let him fuck your used up pussy?” The degrading words made you clench around nothing and Sunghoon could feel the way you knees slightly buckled at his words

“I got you baby don’t worry” He assured you before attaching his mouth back onto your lips before sucking on your sweet spot causing you hands to tangle in his hair

“Never” You let out a breathless moan as you could feel how he nibbled on your sweet spot before soothing it by running his tongue over it

“Good girl” He gently guided your body to have your back pressed against his desk as his breath fanning yours as he rested his forehead on yours, “I missed you so much, you don’t even understand how much I did” Sunghoon tenderly held you as he softly recaptured your lips with his

You wrapped your arms around his neck as his hands rested on your hips, “Missed you too, so much” You spoke in the kiss causing your teeth to clash together as the kiss became desperate

Sunghoon broke away from the kiss to let himself softly play with the top of your pants, “Let me take care of you baby, need to show you just how important you are to me” You nodded your head with need, letting Sunghoon bring your pants and panties down all in one shot before guiding you to sit on his desk, discarding everything on it

When he caught sight of your glistening of your lips, he almost let out a groan before allowing his fingers to spread your lips apart, “So wet for me”

“H-hoonie” The nickname that was only reserved for you to use fell from your mouth as a moan

“Gonna show you that you’re all I ever need” Sunghoon told before looking into your eyes and letting his finger slipped past your slick and into you, you gasped and threw your head down.

“Always ready for whatever I give you. You’re such a good girl” He kissed the side of your face ad he pumped his finger slowly in and out of you

You whimpered as his finger alone sent you to heights that you never reached by yourself. “You’re being so good for me, you’re the best of the best. No one ever comes close to you” Sunghoon’s praises sent your heart afloat

Sunghoon slipped another finger into you and you could feel the stretch growing as you gripped his forearm, gasping loudly as he continued to move his fingers in and out of you seeing how you coated them beautifully.

He laid your body down on his desk, as he admired how finger disappeared in your hole in need. You let your head fall back onto the desk but you immediately shot your head up when you felt the contact of Sunghoon’s tongue on your clit.

Your hands unconsciously gripped on his hair as his fingers pumped out of you as his tongue flicked over your clit before giving kisses onto it. Your moans began to loudly fill the room

“Hoonie, Hoonie, Hoonie!” You chanted his name like a prayer as he continued to bring you only what he could make you feel, a wave of pleasure washed over you as you came, forcing Sunghoon’s fingers out of you as they were covered with your release

You panted heavily trying to come back from your high and Sunghoon adored the scene in front of him. He removed his glasses to softly place them onto your panting self. When you opened your eyes in confusion, you saw how he looked at you in pure awe. You looked so beautiful in his glasses, that he made a mental note to buy you a matching pair with his.

However, you couldn’t even ask him because your body jolted when Sunghoon’s mouth came to contact with your needy self as he moaned, tasting you your sweet venom that he could get lost in.

“The sweetest thing to ever exist” He blabbed against you as he sucked harshly and letting his tongue tease your gaping hole

Your hands found their way back into his hair as he sensually ate you out to savor you. The slurps were obscene on the ears but it felt like a paradise. Sunghoon placed your legs over his shoulders in order to burry his mouth deeper in you, as he kept lapping at your pussy.

His nose finally grazing your clit without his glasses interfering and the familiar build up in your stomach soon began to rise again.

He noticed how your hole clenched around his tongue and he smirked as he gripped onto your thighs to continue to eat you like a starved man. “Cum on my tongue baby” His soft voice of encouragement made you whine as you kept letting out breathless chants of his name

His nose continued to rub over your clit and he could tell you were getting closer as your hold on his hair tightened painfully but he didn’t mind.

You felt your second orgasm shoot through you and Sunghoon hummed happily as he continued to place kisses and licks across your soaked core as you rode out your high.

When he finally disconnected from you, a string of saliva connected from his lips to you caused him to give a foolish smile at the sight. You panted heavily unable to open your eyes from the amount of pleasure you were in, as your head was against the desk but you could feel it being raised by Sunghoon.

You lazily opened your eyes to see how from his nose down, he was completely covered in you. Sunghoon rose to his feet and lifted your weak body from the desk up and brought his covered lips onto you.

You could taste yourself on him and you slightly grimaced but Sunghoon’s hand prevented you from pulling away.

“You taste how good and sweet you are? I could get lost in you forever” Sunghoon spoke as you desperately kissed him back

The kiss lasted longer than what either of you had intended but it was able to showcase the hidden feelings that you were too afraid to admit.

You were the first to pull away as he chased after your lips causing you to chuckle softly before stopping him. He opened his eyes to look directly at you and you felt the harsh flutter in your chest.

“The prettiest girl to ever grace the earth” He honestly told and your cheeks flushed wildly at his words he planted a soft kiss against them

He unbuckled his belt to bring his pants down mid-thigh, just enough to have his cock spring out after being held in the confinement of his pants for so long.

Sunghoon carefully spread your legs apart for him and your pussy shined with your arousal and release as he noticed your hole clenched around nothing, begging to be filled.

He slotted himself between your legs as he smothered his tip leaking over yourself and you gasped feeling him and your mind became dizzy from the taste of his tip alone, “I’m going to take care of you, let me do all the work baby”

His cock lined up with your entrance as he teased the tip against your gaping hole to adjust you to his size and he noticed are you were desperately trying to sink him more into you, which caused him to pull back. “Come on baby, be the good girl you are and wait”

You bit back your lip to hold back your whimper but your mouth dropped feeling Sunghoon fill you in one deep thrust.

He groaned feeling your tightness even after he prepped you, “How is it that you’re always so tight?”

“B-Big” You let out in a breath and no matter how many times you tell him that, his ego will always skyrocket from it

“I know baby but you always take everything I give you. You can handle it” Sunghoon soothed you by rubbing your thigh, letting you get adjusted to his size

As your heavy breathing subsided and you gave a weak nod as his sign that he could move, he made sure to start off slowly and drag him in and out of you.

His deep thrust was calculated to be slow and sensual as he wanted you to have it engraved in your mind that you were the only one for him.

With his deep thrust he was able to hit your sweet spot every time and you were falling apart on his cock. He noticed the daze he was putting you in as he captured your lips.

The kiss was able to speak louder than any words ever spoken between the two of you. Sunghoon thrusts in you kept repeating in the same pace and you were softly whining against his lips.

“You’re absolutely perfect” He pulled away from you place his head against the crook of your neck, his pace slowly picking up but he made sure to hit your cervix every time

“H-Ho-Hoon” You let out a broken breath but Sunghoon whispered your ear that caused your heart to quicken in its beats

“Say my name. My actual name”

“Sunghoon”

The way you breathlessly called out his name, set fireworks off in his heart. The two of you knew this simple interaction was far too intimate for just professor and student who go on dates, kiss each other senseless, lay in each others arms talking about nonsense until late in the night, and simply two people who will always get lost in each other.

“I love you” From your hazy daze, you felt a bucket of cold water splash over you as your eyes popped open hearing Sunghoon’s confession, it was the three words neither of you dared to say but seemed to mutually share

Sunghoon’s thrust continued and the twitch inside of you made your clam down on him. “Come with me baby” His words were all you both needed as you both came together

His cum shooting deep inside you, as you coated his cock with your release. Your pleasures mixing together as it forced a white ring at the base of his cock. You whimpered as his slow thrust came to a stop as he stayed inside of you.

Both you and Sunghoon coming down from your high together as your sweat covered foreheads rested against each other as the two of you panted heavily before looking into each other’s eyes.

“My beautiful girl” The pure endearment of his words filled your already swollen heart

Sunghoon noticed even though it was faint, the moment of unease in your ease caused him to look at you with confusion. Your gaze avoided his as your mind filled with only one thought. What was now going to happen between you and him now that summer break was starting.

Will you continue to see each other after the moment shared or will the two of your take your words for granted and lose each other in the process?

“What are you thinking about baby?” He softly asked as you pulled away from your forehand to look at you as you still refused to look at him

“Look at me” He softly turned your head to face him properly as he noticed your glassy eyes, he felt his heart shatter at the scene before brining your body close to him.

He carefully creased his hand over your aching body as he remained still inside you and you shivered feeling the slightest movements inside of you. The two of you stayed in silence as he silently comforted you.

“Let’s get you cleaned up” He softly murmured as he could feel your mixed released trialing down your thigh that laid with his, you only nodded your head not trusting your voice to not break if you spoke

Sunghoon smiled daringly before carefully easing himself out of you and right when he did, more of the released gushed out of you. He chuckled at the scene before rubbing your thigh. “We made a mess” He joked causing you to finally let out a soft chuckle

As he grabbed tissues, he began to guide them over to clean you up, making sure to not miss a spot. And when his fingers rubbed over your sensitive self, you shivered as he whispered soft apologies placing butterfly kisses on it to help ease the overstimulation.

When you were all cleaned up, he grabbed your discarded panties and pants and your body too far sore and exhausted caused him to carefully guide them back onto you.

He quickly placed himself back in his pants and buckled his belt, allowing you to fully catch your breath without him crowding you.

When he noticed the daze look finally fading from your eyes, he carefully sat you upright before going to sit on his side of the desk. You turned your head confused to him but you let out a yelp when he brought you off his desk onto his lap.

He looked to you on his lap, creasing your face with such delicacy.

He pulled away to rummage through the first drawer of his desk until he finally found what he looking for. You could see the slight hesitate as his hands remained in his drawer, his eyes focused on the ticking clock in his office before finally pulling out an envelope.

You looked at him confused as he handed the envelope to you, ushering for you to open it. When you carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the paper in it, your hand almost dropped it in pure shock.

You read over the paper nonstop as you couldn’t believe what you were reading.

“Come to Italy with me” Your gaze moved from the bought plane tickets to Sunghoon who only stared at you with hopeful eyes

“I’m no longer your professor” Sunghoon motioned to the clock he was staring at before giving you the envelope that showed the time, 5pm, the university was officially closed for summer break.

“I meant it when I said I love you”

“And I finally want to properly be yours and make you mine” Sunghoon confessed the weight that laid on his heart as it finally lifted, he knew his feelings were risky, he was still a professor and you were still a student at the university just no longer each other’s as summer break started

Sunghoon knew he could likely get fired for this but if he had to choose between his job or you.

He would always choose you in a heartbeat. “Let’s spend our summer vacation in Italy together baby” You chuckled out a bright smile before hastily wrapping your arms around him nodding your head eagerly

“Yes, of course!” You agreed to his planned trip and Sunghoon held you tightly in return, pleased to know that he can finally properly make you his without a single worry

“Sunghoon” He hummed when he heard you faintly called out his name, “I love you too”

✎ᝰ。

: I actually can’t believe you’re in Italy right now when you told me, your friend btw in case you forgot, that we were going to spend summer break rotting away together

: But instead, you’re soft launching your boyfriend that I didn’t even know existed until now, with his arm all wrapped around you as you show off the new tiffany & co. bracelet he got you

: I hope you know I am not forgiving you until you tell me who your mystery boyfriend is so you better fess up soon

You: :)

for as long as you could remember, you had never been particularly fond of your boyfriend’s friends.

they were outright obnoxious, and even that was you being kind and considerate. their voices boomed loudly and their laughter rang out, and the demeaning remarks they made too often to be mere jokes always made you a little uncomfortable. 

though they knew better than to make any lewd comments about you, at least. most of them were about a pretty girl wandering the party, or their girlfriend of the week. but you weren’t dumb. you saw the way they looked at you every now and then, judging you. scorning you. tearing you apart. 

no comments were spoken squarely to your face, but you knew they were conjured. it made you wonder what they said to jake when you weren’t there on his lap, and you wondered if he chimed along. 

thick clouds of smoke loomed in the stuffy air, making it difficult to breathe. you coughed into your fist, feeling your throat itch. honest to god, you had absolutely no clue how they smoked that shit. the one time jake had coaxed you into putting a joint to your mouth, you had thought you were dying.

jay said something that abruptly made the group of boys burst into laughter. you jolted, lifting your head from jake’s shoulder. he tightened his arm, which was looped around your back, holding you against him. “jake?” you whispered. 

“hm?”

you were reluctant to say anything, knowing how he would likely respond, but you didn’t want to be here anymore. “can we go somewhere else?”

jake exhaled through his nose. you knew he didn’t want to leave. to him, these nights with his friends were harmless little exploits that made his life a little easier. 

it didn’t help that he was already annoyed with you. when he swung by earlier to pick you up, he looked you up and down, and the first thing to leave his mouth was a disgruntled, “why do you always dress so childishly?”

you had never thought of your bright colors and cute patterns as inherently childish. matter of fact, the cute, brown top with stitched teddy bears you were wearing was one of your favorite shirts. 

“why do you want to leave?” jake asked softly, gently rubbing your back in hopes of soothing you. 

“it’s too noisy,” you complained, peering up at him.

jake could have rolled his eyes. fuck’s sake, it was a party. obviously, it wasn’t going to sound like a prayer hall. “if you smoked a little, it wouldn’t bother you.”

“i don’t like smoking.”

“that’s because you’re not used to it, baby,” jake reasoned. 

“i don’t want to get used to it,” you mumbled. “you guys all pass around the same joint. you’ve basically kissed each other. which means that when you kiss me, i’m kissing all of them.”

jake groaned, “you’re so dramatic, you know that, sweetheart? it’s just a joint.”

“can you please just take me home?” you pleaded. between the rings of smoke hanging over you and the resounding thud of music and the cacophony of loud voices, you felt like you were suffocating.

jake was silent for a few moments, jaw tight. something tightened in your chest, recognizing the look on his face as something angry. before you could change your mind, jake pushed you off his lap, watching you scramble onto your feet, and spoke, “gonna call it a night early, gang. my special princess over here is too good to hang with us.”

jungwon groaned. jay rolled his eyes. heeseung snickered, not so discreetly looking at your legs, and said, “bye, princess.”

jake flipped him off and guided you away, murmuring, “come on, baby.” his hand was on the small of your back.

the two of you pushed past the bundle of people partying in the main room, which was easier with your tall, respected boyfriend in tow. your shoulders relaxed when you were outside. you were happy to be breathing in the fresh air rather than smoking and doing whatever else people could get their hands on.

jake opened the door on the passenger side of his car, letting you climb inside. by the time you were on the road, his hand was on your thigh.

you didn’t mind that. jake was a very touchy boyfriend and he always had his hands all over you. the attention was something you needed, something you craved. it was just safe enough to make you feel wanted within the boundaries of your control.

but then, after maybe ten or fifteen minutes, his hand started to move. you tore your gaze from the window down to the motion on your lap, stomach churning as you sensed his hands slipping further and further. then, your eyes went up to his face. his eyes were on the road, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

everyone was nervous about losing their virginity. everyone was scared of firsts. but for you, it was a little more than that. you weren’t scared of what happened during the act; you were terrified of what came after.

would jake still want you after you gave him what he’d been coveting? would he come back for more? could you meet his expectations, compare to the fantasies he’d crafted in his mind and had been hoping to enact?

you couldn’t know for sure. once you gave him what he wanted, you had nothing to keep him around anymore; nothing to rein him back in after the night was over. and the last thing you wanted was to be alone again. it had been okay, the ice, the nip, when it was all you’d ever known, but now that you had known how it felt to be warm, you didn’t want to remember how it felt to freeze.

“jake,” you called out softly. “what are you doing?”

“nothing, baby,” jake lied sweetly, feigning innocence. all the while, his hand was continuing to move up your leg. slowly, but surely. 

when he got too close, you decided that you were more than a little uncomfortable and gingerly pushed his hand away, as if not to upset him. “babe, i don’t think that’s a good idea.”

jake forced a smile, and somehow, that was more unnerving than if he had screamed at you, exasperated. “goddamn it, woman,” he murmured. “you already dragged me away from my friends. the least you could do is make it worth it.”

you swallowed, guilt hitting you like a punch in the chest. but the anxious stirring in your stomach was a thousand times worse, a million times louder, and potent tenfold. “i’m sorry,” was all you could bring yourself to say. 

jake scoffed, refusing to look at you. which was probably not so bad, all things considered. “yeah, you should be,” he grumbled. 

your eyes watered, but you looked out the window and tried to think of happier, kinder times. you didn’t want to cry, not until you were alone where no one could see. you hated crying in front of others. it was embarrassing. to say nothing of the fact that whenever jake reduced you to tears, he called you a crybaby, and he’d already made you feel childish enough.

the rest of the drive home was silent, save for the sound of the wind blowing through your hair and the occasional honking; your only refuge in the midst of your struggle to be the perfect girlfriend. the cool night breeze calmed you, soothed you, and traffic felt familiar. it was oddly comforting, being stuck between two things with nowhere to go. 

a feeling you knew all too well. 

the only downside was that the longer you stayed there, hardly moving, the longer you had to pretend everything was okay and try desperately not to sob.

it felt like forever before you were finally back home. you immediately got out of the car, having assumed that jake wanted nothing more to do with you right now. 

to your surprise, he sighed and willed himself to get out of the car, walking you to your front door. 

you peered up at him, trying to read his face, trying to understand where he was at and where you had pushed him. “are you mad at me?” you asked timidly, as if you didn’t truly want to know the answer.

jake took his time to answer, exhaling quietly. “no, baby,” he said after a moment. “i’m not mad. but you can’t avoid sex forever, you know. that’s what people do. it’s natural.”

he said it so outrightly, so bluntly. as if it was really, truly just another thing that everyone did, that had no risk and no consequence. you admired his fearlessness sometimes, wondering how his life had unfolded for him to be so bold, and realized you knew very little about him. “i know,” you whispered. 

jake reached for your hand, tenderly brushing his fingers over your knuckles. “but?”

you released a shaky breath. jake understood you, some ways better than others. he may have been completely clueless in some regards, but your body language was not one. shy, you confessed, “but i’m scared.”

“why are you scared?” jake asked, keeping his voice soft and level. “do you not trust me, sweetheart?”

“no, i do,” you replied, though you weren’t entirely sure if that was true or not. “but what if it’s not what you’re expecting?”

jake chuckled, as if that was absurd. “baby, relax,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “you could never disappoint me.”

your eyes got a little wider, a little starrier, watching him as if he was your whole world. “are you sure?”

“yeah, i’m sure, baby,” he told you, pressing a final kiss to your lips. “goodnight, sweetheart.”

“goodnight,” you whispered, watching him slowly start to back away. “text me when you get home.”

jake bobbed his head in acknowledgment and started to walk back to his car.

you unlocked the front door of your house, hoping to god your mother wasn’t somewhere lounging around or smoking. your stepfather didn’t enjoy when she smoked inside the house, but he was gone for the weekend. which, to her, meant his rules didn’t matter.

there was no sight of your mother when you walked into the house. but you blinked in surprise when you saw your stepfather’s favorite coat hanging on the rack in the foyer. you didn’t know people actually had those until you moved in with him.

sunghoon was in the kitchen, his sleeves rolled up halfway to his shoulders, drinking coffee out of a mug you’d designed for his birthday when you were roughly fourteen. it was stupid and kind of ugly, but the fact that he still drank from it, even after four years, warmed your heart.

“daddy?” you called, stunned. you weren’t expecting him to be here for another day. 

“hey, doll,” sunghoon greeted, setting down his mug for a second. “you look surprised.”

you nodded your head. compared to what you heard in endless amounts of fiction, sunghoon didn’t go on many business trips. one a month, usually, for less than three days. “i thought you were coming back tomorrow?”

“we were able to wrap things up early,” sunghoon explained briefly. he didn’t like to bore you with the details of his job, though you often asked him about it, which was somewhat endearing.

“oh,” you mumbled. you tried not to show how happy you were. most times when you were alone here with your mother, you tried to go out as much as you possibly could, which was the only reason you had agreed to hang out with jake and his friends tonight. 

“yeah.” sunghoon’s eyes flitted over your body, making you feel a little self-conscious. he would habitually remember to pick up his mug and wince at how hot his coffee was. “you look cute.”

you blinked. sunghoon always complimented the way you dressed, often reminding you how cute and beautiful you were. you wished your boyfriend was more like that. “thanks,” you replied, coming over to hug him.

sunghoon set his mug down again and threw his arms around you, gentle as ever. but he smelled something on you that he didn’t exactly love. “you went out with that boy again, didn’t you?”

“how did you know?”

“you smell like weed,” he answered bluntly. 

your cheeks burned. the smell had followed you home, clinging to you. you didn’t notice it on yourself, but you knew how much he hated it. “i didn’t smoke,” you told him. “i was just next to them.”

sunghoon chuckled. he knew that. you hated the mere smell of smoke, always scrunching up your face whenever it stuck to your mother or whatever spot she’d chosen to get high at. “you don’t need to explain yourself to me, doll. i know you.”

you nodded, even more embarrassed. reluctantly, you pulled away and sat on the barstool next to him. it was late and you were kind of sleepy, exhausted of having to try so hard, but you wanted to talk to him.

ironically, it was silent for a moment as sunghoon sipped his coffee and you tried to think of what to say. sunghoon spoke first, mentioning offhandedly, “i don’t like your boyfriend.”

you sighed, resting your head against the island. “i don’t really like him, either.”

that threw sunghoon off. “so why are you still dating him?”

“i don’t know,” you huffed.

sunghoon’s eyes were fixed on you, wanting to get to the bottom of it and willing to confront the issue that you weren’t. you had no business staying in a relationship you weren’t content with. “is he threatening you?” he asked.

your shot up, eyes widening. “no, he’s not making me date him.”

if anything, that only served to make sunghoon even more alarmed, and he pressed, “what is he making you do?”

“he’s not making me do anything,” you replied quietly, knowing that wasn’t the best way to put it. “it’s just that… he wants to have sex.”

“and you don’t?” sunghoon finished for you. the topic didn’t make him feel awkward or uncomfortable, even if you were, by law, his daughter. he was the one person in the world you could talk to about anything and everything without fear, and he took great pride in that.

you shrugged, repeating, “i don’t know.”

“well, you gotta know something, baby,” sunghoon teased. “do you, or do not you?”

ignoring the way the pet name made you feel, you tried to think about it, hard. “i mean, he’s cute. and he’s nice enough most of the time,” you murmured, engrossed in thought. “but i guess i don’t really trust him that much yet. and i don’t want to give my body to someone i don’t trust.”

sunghoon hummed in understanding. “you know that’s not a bad thing, right?”

you sighed, shoulders slumped. “i guess.”

sunghoon placed his hand on your cheek, his touch feather light, as if you had a fragile warning on your forehead. “you can do so much better than him,” he whispered. “i know you’re going to do whatever you want at the end of the day, but as your father, i’m going to look out for you.”

but could you do any better? jake was your first boyfriend in years. maybe he wasn’t perfect, but he was better than all the failed talking stages you’d been through. if you held onto the good memories, the ones like only a moment ago where he held you tenderly and touched you with affection, you could bear the hurt.

but there was nothing like that with sunghoon. the way he touched you now, his hand on your face, was something you could always expect. “thank you for that.”

sunghoon shook his head. “you don’t need to thank me. it’s what i’m supposed to do.”

no, you have no obligation to do that, you thought to yourself, bemused. for nearly five years, he had been going above and beyond for you, treating you as if you were his very own daughter. you couldn’t understand it. 

but you appreciated it. you appreciated everything. the way he reminded you how beautiful you were, the way he spent time with you even when he was exhausted, the way he listened to your problems and told you everything was going to be okay. without him, you would be so much more broken. 

but you didn’t let your thoughts wander there. it was too much suppressed pain that you weren’t ready to uncover. “daddy, are you tired?”

sunghoon shrugged. “not really. i probably won’t go to sleep until around two. why?”

“do you want to watch a scary movie with me?” you asked, hopeful. yearnful. 

sunghoon could see it in your eyes. he had learned to become very good at reading you after so long, though you’d always worn your emotions on your face. especially when you were thinking. it was very hard for you to lie. chuckling at the thought, he replied, “why not?”

you smiled, removing his hand from your face to slip your fingers through his as you hopped off the barstool, and led him to the living room.

the two of you settled on a nightmare on elm street and you went on to complain about how much you disliked eighties horror, much to sunghoon’s amusement. he tried to remind you that the technology and equipment available decades ago wasn’t the same as in the current age, but you didn’t budge.

apparently, you found the movie so boring that you fell asleep watching young johnny depp get devoured by a mattress. your head was on sunghoon’s shoulder, the couch blanket draped over you as you snored softly.

when you woke up, you were in your bed, cocooned inside your comforter instead and surrounded by stuffed dolls as birds chirped outside your window and the morning breeze whistled through the air.

none of which you had time to enjoy or even perceive, because the thing that had jolted you awake was the sound of a fist banging against your bedroom door. you groaned and willed yourself to climb out of bed, grumbling something underneath your breath, and threw the door open exasperatedly.

your mother was standing there in her robe, eyes red. “why didn’t you wash dishes?” 

you fought a groan. that was the first thing to come out of her mouth? really? “wasn’t aware i was supposed to,” you said groggily.

clearly, that wasn’t a satisfactory answer. “i don’t want to wake up to a dirty kitchen. we’ve been over this.”

you could have rolled your eyes at that. then, clean it up yourself, you retorted in your head. it wasn’t like you had made the mess. “you cooked while i wasn’t here and i didn’t have any.” i didn’t think i needed to clean up after you.

“that doesn’t mean shit,” she snapped. “you don’t have a job, you don’t do anything around the house. you need to take some responsibility.”

with that, your mother turned and walked away. 

you closed the door and exhaled through your nose, trying to calm yourself. you had been awake for less than five minutes and she had already managed to piss you off.

and over the most ridiculous thing. it couldn’t have been that hard to clean up after herself instead of trying to make it your problem. maybe you didn’t have a job, but she didn’t either. and the only reason you apparently didn’t do anything around the house was because you never did anything to destroy it in the first place.

and because you very rarely left your room when your mother was there. something about her presence left you on edge. there were many times you went hungry just because you didn’t want to pass her in the living room on the way to the kitchen for a snack. for as long as you could remember, the familiar sound of her bracelets rattling and her sandals tapping the floor had made your heart race.

in the middle of trying to undo your frustration, you thought of something. you had woken up in bed, even though you’d most definitely fallen asleep on the couch with sunghoon, and you had no memory of making the journey upstairs. 

which meant he’d carried you.

your heart fluttered. something about that thought - the thought of a bigger, stronger man carrying you - did unspeakable damage to your brain. you knew he was your stepfather, knew it was wrong, but you couldn’t help but picture what else he could do with all that strength. 

it was also worth mentioning that you were very vulnerable when you were just lying there innocently, asleep. he could have done anything to you if he wanted. if only he had wanted it.

almost the whole day had passed when, to your surprise, you had gotten a text from jake inviting you to hang out with him again. you had assumed he’d want time to himself after last night. but you wasted no time in getting ready, doing something different with your usually dolly makeup, and putting on a miniskirt to seem a little more mature.

you had been close to walking out of the front door, hurriedly walking past sunghoon and your mother who were sitting in the living room, until you heard your mother say, “come back. now.”

you slowly grinded to a halt, muttering annoyances to yourself, and forced a smile as you spun on your feet. “yes, mother dearest?”

“where the hell are you going at this time of night looking like a whore?” she asked, snappy.

you tried to take that in stride, but it was hard. she never failed to hurt your feelings.

your mother didn’t even give you the opportunity to respond before she demanded, “take that off.”

you stood your ground. “no.”

your mother looked at you like she wanted to lunge at you. ever since you had turned eighteen, which wasn’t even that long ago, you had gotten bolder. “if you leave wearing that, you’re just begging for it. don’t come crying to me if something happens.”

your eyes stung. how could she say something like that?

sunghoon made a face and put a hand on her shoulder, trying to stop her before she went too far. “doll,” he said to you, taking over. “i know you’re an adult now, but we still want you to be safe. i don’t know where you’re going, but i don’t trust this world enough to honor that wish. can you change, please? for me?”

switching on a dime, you replied meekly, “okay, daddy,” and went back upstairs to change your skirt.

your mother gawked in disbelief. then her expression flashed to anger. “why does she listen to you and not to me?”

“you called her a whore,” sunghoon replied, unsurprised. “i wouldn’t have listened, either.”

“i said she looked like one.”

sunghoon sighed. “that doesn’t make it any better. you know she’s sensitive. either way, you shouldn’t have said that.”

your mother said nothing, sulking. in her mind, it didn’t matter the delivery. she was your mother and she didn’t enjoy being disrespected.

the skirt you changed into was a little longer, at the least halfway down your thighs. you had been quick to change, grateful your bed was still littered in pile of skirts you’d handpicked (and would unfortunately have to clean later), and rushed outside to slide into the passenger seat of jake’s car.

the party he took you to tonight was better than the last one, at least. there were probably still people smoking and partying hard, but jake had you in the kitchen, where thankfully few people were.

jake handed you one of two red plastic cups with some kind of liquid in them. “here you go, baby.”

though you accepted the cup, you looked at it with scrunched brows, then back up at him. “what is this?”

“a mix of things,” jake replied with extreme vagueness. “just try it, sweetheart.”

you didn’t question him, just turning the cup up like it was juice, which you quickly realized couldn’t have been further from the truth. you grimaced, ears and throat burning, and put a hand on your chest. “what the fuck?”

jake furrowed his brows, feigning innocence. “you don’t like it?”

you shook your head. you’d had alcohol before, a few times when you were maybe fifteen and had sneakily took a shot of tequila from your mom’s pantry, but you had grown out of that. plus, you were still underaged in terms of drinking. “no, it burns,” you complained. “i’m not supposed to drink anyway.”

“you have such a stick up your ass,” jake teased, taking the cup from you and throwing back a gulp like it was nothing. he was only a year older than you, nineteen, and had no business drinking, either.

you shook your head in disapproval, though you knew it probably wasn’t much worse than him smoking.

“here,” he said, giving you the other cup he had been holding. this one was clear. “try this one. i think you’ll like it.”

you were reluctant, considering how much you disliked the first one he’d given you, but with how expectantly he was looking at you, you grabbed the cup and took a tentative taste. your eyes widened. it tasted like juice. 

jake chuckled at your reaction. “good, right?”

you nodded, taking another sip. which became another, and another, until your head started to feel a little woozy. by the time you started to recognize it, you were already more than tipsy.

jake hoisted you into his arms like it was nothing and sat you atop the counter, draping his hands over your exposed thighs. “you look so pretty today,” jake mused aloud, admiring your skirt. “you get all cute for me?”

“yeah,” you murmured, eyes fluttering. it was all you could do to keep them open and suddenly, you wanted to go to bed.

“sleepy drunk, aren’t you?” jake asked, moving his hands to your waist to keep you upright. “heeseung’s room is upstairs. wanna go to bed, baby?”

you did, but certainly not here. you were drunk, not stupid. with you and him alone in a closed bedroom, there was no telling what all he would and wouldn’t do. and the fact that it belonged to heeseung only strengthened your hesitation.

“no, it’s okay,” you told him, shaking your head softly. you gingerly pushed yourself off the counter and onto your feet. “i’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

jake grabbed your hand, not wanting to let you loose just yet. “let me help you.”

“it’s okay,” you repeated, brushing him off. your heart thudded, nervous. “stay here.”

jake begrudgingly let you go, watching you disappear in the crowd with his jaw set. you just always managed to evade him, didn’t you?

you stumbled a little at first, but found your balance, making your way through the flock of other drunk partygoers. you gripped the railing for dear life as you climbed up the stairs, searching for the bathroom.

it was by the grace of god that you were able to find it and lock yourself inside without walking in on a couple trying to touch and feel on each other. you sighed in relief, digging around your bag for your phone. you had to get out of here, now.

with two incorrect attempts, you were able to enter your password and immediately went to your contacts, dialing the one person you knew you needed at a time like this. the one person who you could trust would be there for you no matter what.

sunghoon picked up on the second ring, answering, “hello?”

“daddy?”

even if it was only one word, sunghoon could hear in your tone that something wasn’t right. “yes, doll? is something wrong?”

“i think i messed up,” you murmured, grabbing onto the sink counter to stabilize yourself.

sunghoon’s brows stitched with worry, even if you couldn’t see. “what did you do? are you okay? are you hurt?”

“i don’t feel so good right now,” you replied, feeling drowsy. “i drank and i shouldn’t have, and… can you just come pick me up? please.”

you heard shuffling in the background, like he was already moving. “send me your location.”

fifteen minutes later, give or take, sunghoon called you and told you that he was outside.

you grabbed your phone and unlocked the bathroom door, heading straight for the stairs and making a beeline for the front door, wanting to leave before jake could spot you and do more damage. the second you saw your stepfather’s car, you hurried over, nearly tripping over your own legs.

thankfully, you were able to get inside his car without any problems, shutting the door and dragging the seatbelt over you.

sunghoon glanced at you, relieved to see that you were in one piece, but still worried. “are you okay?”

you nodded your head, sighing in relief just as the seatbelt clicked. “i’m okay,” you said, quiet. “thank you.”

sunghoon knew he should have been scolding you for drinking when you were only eighteen, but he was more concerned about your wellbeing at the moment. “why were you drinking?” he asked softly.

you swallowed, knowing he wasn’t going to like the answer, but you had to be honest. “jake gave me a cup and told me to try it.”

sunghoon exhaled, starting the car. if you were going to talk about jake, it was best that he was far, far away from wherever he was. “he’s no good for you, you know that?”

you turned away and looked out the window, eyes watering. 

sunghoon glanced over for a split second and reached out with his right hand, his left one gripping the wheel. “i don’t mean to make you cry, baby. but you know i’ll never lie to you.”

“i know,” you whispered, trying to fight the tears. god, you hated how you couldn’t control them, how they fell at any minor inconvenience and there was nothing you could do to stop them. 

he would never understand; no one could. the reason you went back to jake even though you knew in your heart of hearts that he was just another boy that would never love you. hell, you hardly understood yourself. it was fair, considering you couldn’t say that you loved him either, but you felt something. 

and it was this unidentified something that kept you tied to him like a knot rather than severing the bond. you didn’t love him, no, you hardly trusted him, but you liked him enough. he was your second best. 

though sunghoon’s eyes were on the road, he still had a tender hand on yours, squeezing it firmly. “why do you keep hurting yourself like this, doll? you’re too smart to be fooling around with boys like that.”

“he’s all i have,” you said, your voice feeble. 

sunghoon’s brows furrowed, confused. “that’s not true. you have me, you have your mom, and you have tons of friends and family that love you. what makes you feel like he’s all you have?”

family i feel disconnected from, friends i only show half of myself to, and an emotionally unavailable mother who wants to control my whole life, you thought with a resentment you had been nursing for years. 

you swallowed it down, even though it was bitter and lingered on your tongue, and answered softly, “because sometimes, when he’s not angry, when he’s not smoking or drinking or trying to hook up, when he’s listening to me and looking at me like i mean something to him, i get to feel like he loves me.”

sunghoon didn’t skip a beat. “and how many times is that, baby?”

that hit you like the ceiling crashing down on your chest. all your life, you had just wanted somebody to love you. you had just wanted to feel like you mattered to someone and you had gone through great lengths just to hear it from another person’s mouth. you had always tried.

the only person in the world you never had to try with was your stepfather. the man had gone out of his way, since you were thirteen years old, to treat you like his own. at first, you had wanted nothing to do with him - not to go to his and your mother’s wedding, not to move to his state, and most definitely not to live in his house. you had convinced yourself from a young age that all men were the same.

but sunghoon was nothing like the father that had abandoned you just when you needed him most and left you to deal with your mother who was incapable of expressing any affection to you in a normal, healthy manner. sunghoon was kind, sweet, loving. he was patient with you, spent quality time with you, spoiled you with gifts and listened to your problems. 

all things your father did when you were a little girl, when everything had been okay, once upon a time. 

it was only natural that you found yourself gravitating towards him more often than not, wanting to be around him, wanting to hear his voice, wanting to hold him and spend every waking moment with him. and it was only even more natural that eventually, your heart began to flutter around him. 

but you suppressed it, because you weren’t that dumb. you knew there were no chances of him reciprocating your feelings, not when he loved you with the love of a father. but the nipping void inside you was still there, and it had never felt more empty. 

you knew it would be a bad idea to look at sunghoon, so you kept your eyes fixed on the gleaming towers and lights shimmering on the water as he crossed a bridge. “i know it doesn’t make sense,” you willed yourself to respond. “it doesn’t make sense to me, either.”

for a moment, sunghoon was silent. he may not have understood, but he wanted to deliver his words in the right way. in the end, he chose compassion. “feelings don’t always make sense, especially not right away, and especially not when you’re young and experiencing them for the first time. but that doesn’t mean you have to let them control you.”

arms crossed, you grumbled, “easier said than done.”

“i know it is, doll,” sunghoon whispered. “i know it is.”

something in his tone made you finally turn to face him. your eyes glimmered and you begged, “please, don’t tell mom.”

sunghoon looked conflicted, like he was weighing his options, but he knew what the most effective choice would be. “i won’t, but you can’t keep doing stuff like this, kiddo. it worries me.”

if there was anything you hated, it was that pet name. “i’m not a kid. i’m eighteen.”

“and thirty days,” sunghoon added dryly.

he said that like it meant something. you retorted, “what, are you keeping track?”

“i’m just good at quick math.”

you scoffed. it was probably true, considering all the things you saw him calculating when it came to complicated business things you never understood, but that didn’t make it any better. “okay. how old are you?” you asked knowingly. 

“thirty-nine.”

“what’s thirty-nine minus eighteen?”

“twenty-one,” sunghoon answered without any forethought.

more than twice my age. you knew that. not that it was hard to figure out, but that wasn’t the point. at some point, you had become obsessed with those numbers, crafting a delicate list of reasons why it could never work with your stepfather. the age gap, the marriage, the this and the that. 

but on the other hand, none of those things really mattered to you. you may have still been young, but you were an adult now. a legal adult. 

“besides,” sunghoon continued, seemingly unaware of where your mind had wandered. “i’ll always worry about you, no matter how old you are.”

your heart did exactly what you didn’t want it to do, what you had been trying to fight against for god knows how long now; it soared. 

if you weren’t regretting your night enough already, you definitely were by the time you went inside the house, realizing everything you had to do before you dropped into bed. “god, i have to shower and take off my makeup,” you grumbled, walking with a stammer. 

sunghoon kicked his shoes off by the door and grabbed your hand, lest you fell and hurt yourself. “i’ll help you.”

your eyes flickered in surprise. “you don’t have to do that.”

“it’s okay,” sunghoon replied, already steering you upstairs. “you need some guidance.”

you didn’t know what he meant by that, or maybe you did and you were simply in denial, but you didn’t ask. 

sitting you atop the counter in your bathroom, sunghoon picked out the pack of makeup wipes that were already sitting there and gently began to wipe your face, pushing a stray braid behind your ear. he seemed focused, eyes squinting and his thicks brows furrowing.

you were focused too, watching him intently the entire time. it was difficult to ignore the way your heart raced when he got so close, the way your body seared with heat when he touched your cheek. it wasn’t necessarily even affectionately, which only served to make you more disappointed in yourself.

but sometimes, when you were staring hard enough, much like right now, you noticed more than just how handsome he was. you noticed the little scrunch of his brows when he was concentrating, you noticed the way his chest rose and fell as he breathed. when it was as quiet as it was right now, you could even hear his breathing almost as subtle as the faint scent of cologne on him that had worn throughout the day.

maybe it was somewhat obsessive, but you didn’t do it on purpose. sunghoon made it easy to tune the world out and ignore everything that wasn’t him.

after washing your face, sunghoon grabbed you something to wear and asked, “need anything else, doll?”

“no, daddy. i’ve got it,” you replied, grabbing a towel for your shower. the water was running behind the curtains. “thank you.”

sunghoon grinned softly and bent down to press his lips to your forehead in a tender kiss. “goodnight, baby,” he whispered.

“g’night, daddy.”

the door closed. you hated knowing that you were alone, that he wasn’t right there with you. at times, you got tempted to do things you used to do when you were younger, crawling into bed with him in the middle of the night, but it wouldn’t be appropriate. no matter how much you hated being separated.

you usually liked to milk time with him for all that it was worth, especially because he was always working. you stole the seat beside him at the dinner table, you watched him mend items in the house, and you spent a lot of time on the couch of his study when he was taking calls and doing paperwork. 

once you had gotten redressed after your shower, you slipped into bed with a sigh. there was always tomorrow.

the cereal boxes were pushed too far back again. 

you couldn’t reach them. even standing on your tippy toes, waving your hand aimlessly in hope of even scraping the damn corner of a box of cinnamon toast crunch, they were just too far. “ugh,” you whined, irritated.

sunghoon watched. his eyes were less on your challenging endeavor and more on the swell of your ass peeking from underneath your tiny nightgown as you rose off the heels of your feet onto your toes, noticing the way it jiggled when you stood normally again. there was a pang of guilt in his chest, watching you like that, but at the end of the day, sunghoon was just a man.

“i’ll get it,” sunghoon insisted, standing up from the bar to swing over without even having to ask which one you wanted. he routinely saw you only eat the same cereal.

you thanked him when he grabbed the box of cinnamon toast crunch and placed it securely into your hands. walking over to the counter where the milk and bowl were waiting, you noticed sunghoon come up behind you. at first, you thought he was just watching for whatever reason, so you ignored the thud in your chest at his proximity and poured the cereal. 

then, you carefully grabbed the milk, not wanting to spill it accidentally. you had been guilty of that before. without warning, his hands dropped below your waist and cupped your cheeks, making your eyes go wide. “daddy,” you gasped out, bemused. “what are you doing?”

sunghoon shushed you, giving your neck a fleeting kiss before he shifted his attention back downwards, pushing your nightgown up so that it would bunch around your hips. “quiet,” he whispered.

“daddy, the milk,” you whined, having lost control of your grip when he touched you, catching you by surprise. 

most of it had spilled out of its container, the bowl overflowing with streams of milk dripping off the counter that would stink if not cleaned soon enough. but some of it had splashed onto your face, chest and tummy. “shh,” sunghoon repeated. “don’t worry about it. you can milk something else.”

your face warmed in realization just as he began to press himself against you from behind, and the very big, very hard bulge in his pants made your mouth run dry.

or maybe it was the morning breath. because you woke up, sighing quietly at first, and turned to stretch your arm from underneath your blankets.

“what the fuck,” you grumbled a few minutes later when it dawned on you exactly what kind of dream you’d just had. 

sure, you’d had dreams about sunghoon before, but they were nothing to write home about; they were entirely random and didn’t make logical sense, or they were simple and mundane, and very often, you didn’t realize they were dreams at first because they were so realistic that they could have been memories.

that was definitely a dream. you couldn’t imagine sunghoon doing anything like that to you. well, you certainly could, but that wasn’t the point. it wasn’t realistic whatsoever, other than him extending himself to help you.

it made you horny to think about. everything about the dream had physically felt so real to you; sunghoon’s hands on your ass, his bulge pressing against you from behind, and his warmth radiating onto you hotly enough to make you melt.

part of you was tempted to go back to bed, ignoring the faint chirps of birds outside your window and the light reaching through white and pink curtains. if only you could have stayed asleep a little longer, just to see how it ended. if only sunghoon would have ever felt that way about you too, then maybe it could become true.

but he wouldn’t. and even if he somehow did, sunghoon was at work by now. so you did the one you never thought you would do. 

“hello?” jake said when he picked up the phone. 

your heart sped. you were about to propose something that you were none too sure about, but something had to be done about the festering ache between your legs. your fingers weren’t satisfying you anymore; they hadn’t in years. “jake,” you whispered. “hi.”

“hi,” jake repeated dryly, wondering what you wanted. you could hear in his tone that he still wasn’t particularly thrilled about last night.

you swallowed the lump in your throat. “i’m sorry for running away last night,” you murmured. “i didn’t want to abandon you like that. i was just… scared.”

jake made a noise, but it was so quiet and distorted that you couldn’t decide what to make of it. “you were scared,” he replied, echoing your words again.

you gave a deep, prolonged exhale. you knew that you were running out of time with him, that one day, he would grow sick of your excuses and your stalling. “i knew that… you were trying to have sex,” you explained. “and i didn’t… i didn’t feel comfortable. i was drunk. and then you said we were going to heeseung’s room, and i got even more worried.”

“why?”

“i don’t like heeseung,” you admitted, although you thought it would be obvious by now. “he looks at me weird.”

“baby,” jake sighed. you could hear how frustrated he was. “heeseung’s not gonna hurt you. he just likes to have a little fun. but if it makes you feel better, i’ll try to keep him in line.”

you were only half relieved. “thank you.”

“now, is that why you called me? to tell me heeseung makes you uncomfortable?” he asked. 

“no,” you stammered, playing with the hem of your shirt in attempt to distract yourself from your nerves. “there’s something else i wanted to tell you.”

“what is it, sweetheart?”

you blurted, “i think i’m ready.”

you could practically feel jake perk up. “like, seriously?” he asked, stunned. 

“yeah,” you replied, but it weak. there was a bit of regret in your chest when the word left your mouth, but you tried to swallow it down and keep it there. “i’m ready, jake. right now.”

jake was ruffling through something, probably his drawer. “shit,” he said, excited. you wondered if his heart was beating even half as fast as yours was. “where are you right now?”

“home.”

“can i come over?”

“yeah,” you muttered again. he lived far enough that you had time to wash up a little and get your mind together. “my dad is at work and my mom probably won’t be home until later. it’s just me.”

“i’m on the way,” jake said without missing a beat, quickly hanging up. 

you took a deep breath, trying to relax yourself. jake was your boyfriend. you were supposed to call him when you had needs; itches that needed scratching.

it was a conflict that had been warring in your mind for weeks, maybe subconsciously months. on the one hand, your lust was only centered around sunghoon and you were afraid of having sex with jake for more reasons than one. but on the other, the human desire for release had ran to a peak and now it was unignorable, your body begging to be satiated.

you knew what the most prudent choice would have been: dumping jake, getting over these unrational feelings for your stepfather, and no longer settling for men that treated you as less than what you deserved. but what did you look like being alone again, waiting for someone to decide they loved you, especially when your heart belonged to someone who could never be yours?

clearly, you were in no way in the position to make prudent choices. not when the need burning inside you outweighed the reason.

time went by faster than you thought, considering that jake didn’t particularly live nearby. you had spent the better half of that time in your own head, wondering what would happen, and the sound of the doorbell ringing jolted you out of your thoughts.

your heart was pounding with all its might as you made deliberately slow, steadys steps down the stairs and to the front door where you knew jake would be waiting. seeing his face when you opened the door only made you more anxious.

jake, on the other hand, beamed when he saw you. you weren’t sure if you had ever seen him smile at you like that before. “hey, baby,” he greeted, stepping inside.

“hi,” you murmured, shutting the door behind him.

jake coiled his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest. his alluring, familiar scent put you at ease a little more. “i missed you,” he whispered, fingers sliding underneath your shirt to draw patterns on your navel, almost as if he could sense your need for comfort. “you ran off on me last night.”

your smile was sheepish as you apologized again, “i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay. i know why you did it,” jake said, glancing around as you led him out of the foyer little by little. “i just realized i’ve never been inside your house.”

that was not only true, but intentional; for obvious reasons, you didn’t want to be in the house with jake by yourself, but you also didn’t want him around your parents, either. your mother would find some way to embarrass you and the few times sunghoon and jake had met, there was strange tension in the air.

based on your mother’s behavioral patterns and those interactions alone, you had made the unilateral decision that it would be better for everyone involved if you kept your relationship with jake outside. “yeah,” you said, happy to think about anything but what was to come. “it’s better that way, don’t you think?”

jake chuckled, nodding his head. when he saw the stairs, he instinctively started heading that way. “yeah. i don’t think your dad likes me very much.”

“he’s just protective,” you replied, although you remembered sunghoon telling you outright that he didn’t like your boyfriend. 

“you don’t need protecting from me,” jake told you, slipping his hand down from your navel to your hand as you started up the steps. “have you been telling him mean things about me?”

define mean, was what you answered in your head. if anything, you had probably described jake too kindly, too gently. he had never hurt you, at least in the sense that he had never put his hands on you, but he was aggressive in other, more hurtful ways. “no, i told him the truth.”

“and what’s the truth?”

“that i love you,” you lied. “and i want to do this with you.”

jake looked like the happiest man alive, and something told you that it was unusual for him to be more enthusiastic in this moment than almost any other moment he’d spent with just the two of you. but the fear that had kept you close to him for so long was the same fear that had held you apart, and it was the same fear telling you to be silent.

but when jake opened the door to your bedroom, his face fell. “what’s all this?” 

your brows furrowed. “…my bedroom?”

“yours?” jake echoed, apparently appalled as he scanned your bedroom from left to right. 

the main culprit, however, seemed to be the miscellaneous plushies thrown about your bed. “oh,” you whispered, confused. your mother had found it childish and voiced her unwanted opinion every now and then, but you never thought it was so bad. 

jake scoffed, “what are you, thirteen? i’m not fucking you on that.”

“but, jake,” you started, noticing him turning back around. your stomach churned. he was leaving. 

shaking his head, jake threw the door open and said, “you really have to grow up, baby.”

you followed him, frantic. you knew he could your footsteps as you trailed behind him down the stairs, but he didn’t bother turning around, as if he had already decided he didn’t want to see you anymore. “jake, please don’t go,” you begged.

he didn’t listen. he didn’t even look at you, not until he made it to the front door and said, “goodbye,” followed by your name. then, he walked out the door, passing your mother on his way out.

as if this afternoon couldn’t get any worse.

as soon your mother stepped through the door, looking like she had been awake for the past twelve hours doing god knows what, she went, “really? you turn eighteen and think you can just do whatever you want? why the hell are you bringing boys over?” 

you were already on the verge of tears and you didn’t have the strength to put up with her, so for the first time in your life, you chose to walk away. she called after you, demanding you to come back, but you ignored it and raced upstairs to your bedroom.

it hurt more than it should have, watching jake leave like that, watching him go despite your pleas. maybe because it felt all too familiar. your brain recognized the feeling belligerently attacking you and your heart weakly surrendered to it, still too broken.

maybe you were always too broken, maybe that was why they never stayed. this is what men do, you told yourself through hot, wet tears. they take what they want, and then when it becomes even a little too much for them, they leave. nothing will change that. they won’t change themselves.

sitting alone by yourself in your closed bedroom with only your stuffed toys to bear witness to your suffering, it still felt humiliating. you had already come to the conclusion that what you felt for jake was not love, at least not of a romantic nature. and yet for the life of you, you couldn’t wrap your head around why it still hurt so bad.

it was a dizzying, throbbing ache that only persisted the longer you sat on the carpeted floor, weeping. for a fleeting moment, you were twelve again, old enough to recognize your first heartbreak but not enough to put a name to it. you remembered like it was yesterday, watching your father’s back as he walked out of the door, hauling the last of what he would bring with him into his new life, and leaving you in the old chapter.

there was a certain shape of hopelessness that you’d molded into, the loud, petty arguments and traded hits culminating in the few seconds it took to realize that you didn’t mean as much as a toothbrush, a watch, a box of wrenches or an old, wrinkled tee. because if you had, maybe he would have taken you, too.

and maybe if you meant more to jake than what was between your legs, he would still be here now. denying him sex for so long made you feel powerful; he was wrapped around your finger at some point, submissive, so to speak, and willing to do anything with the hopes that you would give it up. you took advantage of that. you used him so that for once in your life, you could feel wanted and in control.

and as you had ultimately come to expect, your woeful thoughts soon wandered to the greatest manifestation of your desires so far: sunghoon. it only seemed just that the world would taunt and tantalize you with the most perfect man you’d ever known, the only one you could ever trust with your heart. 

the cards had been dealt so that you had just enough access to admire how much of a dream he was, but not enough to let you slip away; you could doze off, vaguely picturing what it would be like in a world where the steep heights and pitless hollows of your affection could be reciprocated, but every time, you would be jolted back awake.

the more you thought about it, there had to be a reason why you seemed to want things more after coming to find there was no feasible way you could make them yours - because you wanted control. 

control, particularly over your own life, was something you had long wanted yet long been denied. you wanted to be able to make decisions for yourself without having your circumstances be shaped around the decisions of others. you didn’t want to suffer the consequences of a choice you had no say in. you wanted to reap what was rightfully yours. 

seeing someone like sunghoon, someone that you knew you could never have, only made him attractive tenfold. until now, you never noticed how this manifested similarly in other parts of your life, like in your overwhelming urge to prove yourself. to be the adult it seemed like everyone doubted you could be.

that’s why it’s so hard for me to accept denial and handle rejection, you rationalized as you peeled yourself off the floor and onto your bed, having finally stopped sobbing. because i’ve been denied simple pleasures my whole life, and yet people try to deny me even more.

thinking back to the little girl you once were, the one that was full of life and imagination, the one that foolishly had hoped her mother and father would stay together, the one that was innocent and naive, and knew nothing about how brutal reality truly was, you couldn’t help but burst into tears all over again.

because that little girl didn’t deserve to have to grow up so quickly. if you could have undone it all, if you could have spared that little girl the trauma of crying herself to sleep as she heard her parents arguing down the hall, if you could have stopped her dad from leaving for years, if you could have stopped her mom from inviting man to man into her life, you would have done it in a heartbeat.

and then there was the part of you that had always craved romance, the part of you that remained unfulfilled. combining this lifelong grapple with control with an unattainable lover, it was no secret why you wanted to prove the stars wrong. 

just this once, you wanted to know that you deserved good things too.

after a long moment of drifting between the sickness in your mind that had been infecting  your thoughts, you eventually cried yourself to sleep. it was something you hadn’t done in years, but when you woke up, you almost felt better.

you dragged yourself out of bed and slipped on your house shoes, trudging downstairs while mumbling prayers about how you hoped you wouldn’t bump into your mother. you knew she would give you an earful about earlier. 

to your surprise, rather than your mother, sunghoon was in the kitchen. he turned when he heard your heavy footsteps. “hey, doll,” he said, shutting the refrigerator.

you grumbled a response and waved weakly, moving past the island so that you could join him near the refrigerator. you would have opened it yourself, but sunghoon beat you to it, handing you a water.

when your eyes widened a little in surprise, sunghoon snickered and asked, “what else do you drink?”

he had a good point there. it was rare you drank anything but water in the house, not that you had a specific reason for it. it was just a habit you hadn’t broken. “and what if i was hungry?” you asked playfully, accepting the water from his hands.

“you wouldn’t have touched the refrigerator, because you always get everything delivered.”

you gasped in mock offense. “hey, i cook sometimes!”

sunghoon chuckled. “yes, you do, doll. but i know not to expect you to cook anything if you look like you just crawled out of bed.”

you hummed, sitting down at the island and twisting the cap off the water. you didn’t realize how long you had been asleep, but it had to have been a while if sunghoon was home. 

sunghoon followed you, sitting beside you. he didn’t say anything for a minute, wanting to carefully think over his words so that they came out as intended. “i went up to your room earlier to talk to you about something, but you were sleeping, so i left you alone.”

you glanced over at him, finishing your swig before you asked, “talk about what?”

“your mother wants me to address your… disobedience, as she puts it,” sunghoon started levelly. 

you sighed, slamming your head against the counter. of course, she did. “i guess she told you jake was here earlier?”

“she did.”

you were almost certain that that woman just didn’t want you to breathe. she had been able to control you less and less over the years, and the more you resisted, the more determined she seemed. like mother, like daughter. “well, it’s your house. if you don’t want me to have boys over, then fine, i respect that. but she doesn’t have the right to police me.”

“it’s not just the boy,” sunghoon replied, although he had his own set of grievances about that. “she feels like you’re becoming rebellious in general.”

you almost rolled your eyes. “and why couldn’t she tell me that herself?”

sighing, sunghoon said, “because she pointed out that you only seem to listen to me, not her.”

“yeah, because it’s surprising i’m more inclined to obey someone who knows how to have an actual conversation than someone who just wants to yell and doesn’t care to hear me,” you retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm. “daddy, she’s been trying to control my life since forever. i’m sick of it.”

“i know how you feel, doll, but you haven’t exactly been making smart choices lately, either,” sunghoon answered gently, resting a hand on your knee. “like your boyfriend, for example.”

“i told you, i don’t like him.”

sunghoon didn’t skip a beat. “and i asked you, why are you dating him, then?”

“god, you just don’t get it,” you grumbled, opening your water bottle to take another large gulp.  

“then, explain it to me,” sunghoon said gently, eyes meeting yours with a reservoir of adoration. “make me get it. i’m here to listen to you, baby girl. i want to understand you, but i can’t do that if you don’t let me in.”

but you couldn’t let him in, not that far, because then he would see something that startled him. it was easier to break your own heart over and over than it was to risk his opinion of you changing, all for some closure. “i don’t want to talk about it.”

sunghoon heaved a breath. he absolutely despised when you froze him out. he wasn’t stupid; he noticed that you were only this less forthcoming when it came to the topic of your boyfriend that he couldn’t understand for the life of him why you kept seeing. every time he thought he’d had a productive conversation with you about him, sunghoon heard something else about that boy.

something more infuriating than the last.

you stood up from the barstool, an idle box of cereal on top of the refrigerator catching your eye as you did, and you remembered the dream you’d had about him that inspired everything to happen today. “i love you, daddy,” you whispered, throwing your arms around him. “thank you for trying.”

“i’ll always try,” sunghoon told you, voice featherlight.

you believed him, you truly did, but it hurt to think that he was the only man that would ever say that to you and mean it. “i know.”

sunghoon placed a hand on his shoulder before you could leave, hoping to get one more sentence in. “i know it’s not easy for you, doll, but can you try to appease your mother every now and then? for me?”

you stifled a sigh, nodding your head. “i’ll do whatever you want me to do, daddy,” you murmured.

sunghoon smiled softly and pat your shoulder.

for the next couple of days, you pathetically waited by your phone, hoping to hear from jake again. normally, he would text you the day or two after an unresolved argument, apologizing profusely until you gave him a satisfactory answer.

or in other words, until you forgave him. but on the third day, you knew something was wrong. you hadn’t even argued, and yet he was ignoring your existence as if you had committed the most unjustifiable crime against humanity ever recorded.

this is really it, you thought fretfully, heart swelling with dread. he doesn’t want me anymore.

you tried to act like it didn’t hurt, like he didn’t wield this immense power over you, but you knew you were lying to yourself. and that jake had lied to you. he had said that you could never disappoint him, after all, but you were fairly certain that ship had sailed.

it was half past noon when you noticed a notification on your phone from one of your friends, an attachment with a text that read, hey, did you break up with jake? just asking because someone sent me a photo of him kissing another girl yesterday night.

surely enough, the attached image was of jake swallowing some other girl’s face, blurry in quality, but you knew your boyfriend’s face when you saw it. he had his hands round her waist, holding her close exactly like how he’d held you, only it seemed like it’d been so long since he’d touched you like that.

only one minute ago, you had been convinced that you had no more tears left to cry. staring at the image, pieces of your wounded heart dropping heavily to your stomach, you didn’t realize you were crying until the phone went black by itself and you faintly saw your reflection in its screen, mirroring you.

whatever had happened between you and jake the other day, you didn’t consider it a breakup. it was your understanding that you were still together, given that he hadn’t necessarily said something to indicate the opposite. maybe you were mistaken, but that didn’t make it feel like anything less of a betrayal.

but to call it a betrayal implied some level of trust, a level deeper than you thought you had possessed. your feelings for jake were complicated, but you knew that you had trusted him not to stab you in the back the second it was turned. you had trusted him to take care of you, to protect you. you had trusted him not to hurt you.

now that you thought about it, you weren’t sure why. the past couple of weeks alone had been hell, his advances becoming more frequent than ever now that you had turned eighteen, and he had always shown signs of wavering. but you ignored them. you were desperate to fill the void left behind by every man you’d ever loved.

torn from head to toe with the sting of emotion, you pushed open your bedroom door and went straight for your parents room. fortunately, it was empty, neither of them home to watch you sulk; the last thing you wanted was for your stepfather to see you sobbing over a boy he hated, and for your mother to say that she told she so.

the first place you touched was the closet, where you knew sunghoon kept his hoodies. you missed him. you missed him in ways you’d never genuinely known him, or felt him, or possessed him. perhaps it would have made more sense to say that you longed for him, but in your heart, those moments you’d dreamt of felt real sometimes.

taking one of his cozy, black hoodies down from where they hung, you hurriedly threw it on, quickly engulfed by its size. it was comforting. the smell was, too. if you closed your eyes, you could pretend that sunghoon was there, holding you in his arms and whispering in your ear that everything would be okay in the end.

you pinched the loose material of the hoodie that was dropping around your body as you sat on the floor and held it to your nose, eyes fluttering closed. he had been wearing it around the house a lot lately. you were very fond of the way he smelled. it was heavenly and masculine, but also safe and familiar.

it was uniquely his own, and, breathing in the scent of sunghoon, you exhaled calmly, pretending that he could want you.

his scent had another effect on you, too. it made you feral, to say the least. though you were mostly used to it, when you saw him for the first time after a while, it made you feel like a ferocious animal, hungry with lust and ready to pounce.

for a moment, you tried to be stronger. you tried to pull yourself together and remind yourself that this man was your stepfather, the man who was married to your mother. but the shame could only contend with the gravity of want for so long until one finally emerged triumphant.

you pulled the hoodie over your head and stared at it for a second, like you were giving yourself one final chance to not do something you’d regret, but lust prevailed over reason.

with nothing to hold you back, you wiggled out of your favorite pair of tiny house shorts, temporarily tossing them aside. you grabbed a hold of the hoodie and bunched it into shape between your thighs, slowly rocking your hips into it.

your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to think of something that would help get you off, every thought you were capable of developing revolving around your stepfather. what most of them had in common, however, was the vivid picture of sunghoon on top of you, weight crushing you hard as he rutted into you nice and deep.

it was too arousing to think about, what he would feel like buried so many inches deep inside you, face tensing as he fucked you with total abandon. you wanted him to lose self restraint, to whisper in your ear that he loved you, that he wanted you, that he needed you. and only you.

your needy hips moved faster. the muscles in your thighs were spasming, your whole body alive with the sparks of desire that were killing you slowly. breathy pants escaped your mouth, your jaw slacking as your body worked harder to exhale. you couldn’t breathe through the thick, muddled haze of your uncontrollable hunger.

how could you? the mere sight of sunghoon made your heart hammer sometimes, because it knew what it wanted. your entire body, at this point, knew what it wanted, but more importantly, it knew what it needed. you couldn’t shake the idea that sunghoon was good for you. that he was meant for you.

maybe thinking of sunghoon as some exquisite gift sent from the gods as a reward for enduring so much in so little time, rather than a titillating manifestation of everything you wanted but could never have, was merely an extreme sign of desperate coping, but you couldn’t help yourself. you deserved him, more than your mother ever would.

you could make him feel so good, if he only gave you the chance. if he only let loose for a moment and let himself indulge in the wonders between your legs that called out for him and sang his name. you didn’t know what you were thinking, almost letting another man claim what was so surely his, even if he didn’t know it yet.

one of your hands pushed up your skirt and you squeezed your breasts, imagining it was sunghoon’s bigger, stronger hand instead. your hips were now moving with a mind of their own, rough pants getting louder, and you thought of sunghoon touching you with just as much fervor and need. it felt more like you were hoping.

the heat in your core finally reached its peak and you orgasmed with a shaky moan, trying to milk the high for all it was worth, but the relief disappeared just as quickly as it had come. you sighed, hole throbbing emptily, and you inspected the hoodie for any signs of your arousal leaking through your underwear.

you pushed it aside and lied down on the floor, catching your breath as you tried to shake the guilt. you hated how much of a slave you were to this insatiable need, sinning in return for only a fleeting second of relief. but more than that, you hated settling. if you had it your way, sunghoon would have been fucking you every night.

the thought made your thighs clench against each other. sometimes, you foolishly hoped sunghoon would come into your room at night and ravage you in your sleep, fucking you awake. you knew he was so tired when he came home from work. he deserved to come home to a young, tight hole. and he deserved to use it whenever he wanted, however he wanted.

knees kicking up, your eyes shifted underneath your parents’ bed, and you noticed something hidden underneath. your curiosity got the better of you and you reached out to grab it. a tiny box came into your hands, and for a moment, you just looked at it, wondering what was inside.

there was no better way to find out than having a look yourself. you figured it was sunghoon’s, given that it was on his side of the bed, and that knowledge only made you want to open it more; you were itching to know everything about him.

your brows furrowed when you opened the box. the first thing you saw was a picture of a teenaged girl, maybe about thirteen or fourteen. you were confused about why he had it, but there were more pictures stacked beneath. the more you glanced through them, the more you realized she looked a little too much like sunghoon.

those cute, deep dimples, his deep, honey eyes, and his peachy, plump lips. you gasped, coming to only one reasonable conclusion: this was his daughter. but if true, why had you never seen her, or heard him speak about her?

you had to assume that he loved her. for one, he was keeping pictures and belongings of her beneath his bed. other than the photos, you saw a necklace with an initial that wasn’t his own, a charm bracelet, a bottle of feminine perfume and other items. a part of you felt like this was something you weren’t supposed to see, and out of respect, you put everything back just as you had found it and slid the box underneath the bed.

it felt like a violation of privacy and there was a pang of regret in your chest, but you couldn’t help but have questions. though sunghoon would be coming home later than usual tonight, so even if you somehow mustered the courage to ask him, it would be a while before you got the opportunity.

you reached out to grab your shorts and put them back on. the only thing left for you to take care of was sunghoon’s hoodie, which you weren’t sure what to do with. you could have put it back as if nothing had ever happened, but you would have felt bad if you didn’t wash it.

so, you did. mostly everything you did from that point on was to distract yourself from thinking about sunghoon. every now and then, you remembered what had happened with jake and there was a throbbing ache in your chest, but you pushed the thoughts away. 

it was easier to think about sunghoon, to wonder how many things you really knew about him, this man that had taken on the role of father for the past five years of your life. after all, it was never him coming to you for advice on life, but you supposed that made sense. he was older than you, had gone through many of the things you were experiencing for the first time, and had the benefit of hindsight.

still, you were curious about him and the many years that had shaped him into the person he was now. were they kind? every person had their fair share of hardships and encounters with adversity, at least in some fashion, but you hoped he’d had it relatively easy. you knew what it was like to suffer and you wouldn’t wish it on your worst enemy, much less him.

the efforts to distract yourself went on for so long that you even ended up making dinner, considering that your mother wasn’t home for whatever reason and you figured sunghoon would be hungry when he came back; you were hungry, and you hadn’t even done anything but think about him excessively.

like clockwork, sunghoon came in through the foyer and went to the kitchen, spotting you putting the finishing touches on dinner. “you’re cooking?”

you laughed at his surprise and nodded your head, turning off the stove. “i’m basically finished now,” you chirped, donning oven mittens. “i told you, i cook sometimes.”

sunghoon leaned against the counter, watching you take a pan out of the oven. “smells good,” he commented, humming in approval. “is your mother home?”

“nope,” you replied, setting the pan down on the stove. you had no idea where she was, nor did you care as long as she was safe.

“mm.”

you turned around to face sunghoon, taking a deeper look at him. he looked tired, exhausted even. you knew he would always deny how bad it was, though. “hungry?”

sunghoon bobbed his head and set a hand on his stomach. “starving.”

you and sunghoon sat down at the table beside each other and ate dinner, talking in between bites. your heart warmed to see how delighted he was while eating, the smile on his face at the first spoonful putting one on yours. your relationship with your mother had always been strained, but you had to thank her for teaching you how to cook.

while you had contemplated bringing up what you had seen earlier during dinner, every time you tried willing yourself to mention it to sunghoon, you got nervous and didn’t follow through. it wasn’t like it was something you were supposed to know about and you knew that by mentioning it, you would be telling on yourself.

not only that, but you didn’t know how sunghoon would feel about telling you about it, or if he would even want to talk about it. the last thing you wanted to do was overstep your boundaries, which was something you probably had already done the second you went into his bedroom and pried into his personal belongings.

after the dishes were washed, something sunghoon volunteered to help you take care of, you followed him into the living room where he usually went to relax after work. you managed to stay quiet for all of fifteen minutes before the guilt overwhelmed you and you apologized, “i’m sorry.”

sunghoon turned his attention way from the television to look at you, brows furrowing. “for what?”

you swallowed the lump in your throat. you could have gotten away with it, but it didn’t feel right not to mention. “i went into your room today.”

sunghoon didn’t mind you being in his bedroom, but it was unusual that you were there when you had your own. “why?”

you smiled anxiously, fidgeting with your hands. that was the important part. you left out what you had done with the hoodie, deciding he didn’t need to know that. “i just did,” you replied, your voice quiet. “but that’s not the part i’m apologizing for. i saw something under your bed. and, i looked through it.”

sunghoon’s face changed, something more melancholy tensing his features. “oh.”

“i’m sorry,” you repeated, faint. the look on his face made you feel even more guilty than you already had.

sunghoon pat the top of your head, as if he knew that you needed the reassurance. “it’s okay,” he said, smiling thinly. “i guess you have questions now, don’t you?”

you nodded reluctantly. those questions were essentially all you had thought about it since you discovered that box underneath his bed. “i do, but… you don’t need to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

“it’s alright,” sunghoon replied, exhaling. that shroud of melancholy was still hanging over him. “she was my daughter.”

your heart stopped. “…was?”

for a moment, sunghoon was silent and he didn’t immediately respond. you wondered if you had said the wrong thing, overthinking everything you were doing. he exhaled yet another breath and replied, “she passed away six years ago. car accident.”

that explained everything, but now you felt worse than you had before and it was killing you. “daddy…”

it looked like it pained him to talk about it, but he did it anyway. “i was married before i met your mother,” he explained. “everything was good. we had a few problems, but hey, no marriage is completely perfect. my ex-wife took our daughter out and they were coming back home when they got into a car accident. she wasn’t paying attention. she lived; our daughter didn’t.”

you were silent. you didn’t know what to say.

tensing a little, sunghoon continued, “we had a divorce because i blamed her, and i couldn’t stand to be around her anymore. i don’t think i can ever forgive her for being so reckless.”

“i wish that never happened to you, daddy. you didn’t deserve that,” you said compassionately.

“you lost someone, too.”

the thought of your father left a sour taste, and to be frank, you never wanted to think about him again. “yeah, my dad left me, but at least the bastard’s still alive. if i wanted to talk to him, i could. but you don’t have that option.”

sunghoon’s eyes flitted over you and he reached out to push your hair out of your face. “that’s why i want to protect you, doll. you mean more to me than you will ever know.”

there your heart went again, acting a fool at the smallest words and actions. “you mean a lot to me, too.”

after much internal wavering, sunghoon reluctantly confessed, “i was never going to tell you this, but when i met your mother, part of what i liked about her was that she had a daughter. just a year younger than my daughter would be. and i wanted her back. i wanted her back so badly. so to me, it felt like god was giving me a second chance.”

your eyes flickered. you had always wondered what it was he liked about your mother in the first place. they made a strange pair; he seemed so different from her type, and his personality was much softer than hers. “really?”

“that’s why i tried so hard in the beginning to grow on you. even though it couldn’t have been more obvious that you didn’t want anything to do with me,” he told you lightheartedly. 

you giggled, remembering how much you had been against your mother getting married to this man you barely knew. “you’re a great father,” you whispered. “thank you for not giving up halfway.”

“i’ll never give up on you.”

you were beaming. “i know.”

this conversation had taken a different direction than you had initially expected, but ultimately, you were happy with it. you had been so afraid of him getting upset with you, and though it would have been justified, you knew rationally that it just wasn’t in his nature.

at least, not when it came to you. you had noticed the anger bristling within him when he spoke of the mother of his child; it made you angry on his behalf. but even then, sunghoon’s anger was nothing like the kind you had grown up surrounded with. it wasn’t loud, aggressive, or dangerous. it was quiet, composed, restrained. 

much like the rest of him.

in the time that you had spent thinking about sunghoon’s life and all the secrets it contained, you had figured something out about yourself. “i’m going to break up with jake,” you announced.

though he didn’t expect the topic change, sunghoon couldn’t hide his relief. “what took you so long?”

you chuckled, because that was a good question, to be fair. “well, for one, at least to my knowledge, he hadn’t cheated on me until now,” you retorted.

the anger was back, only this time, you swore it had a more hostile air to it than ever. “he did what?” sunghoon exclaimed.

you shrugged your shoulders. it wasn’t that it didn’t bother you, because it did. come to think about it, it mostly hurt because you would have never done the same thing to him, no matter how much you lusted after your stepfather. 

taking a deep, frustrated breath, you explained, “yeah. long story short, when he came over the other day, it was because i had agreed to have sex with him. but when he saw my room for the first time, he basically called me childish and said he wasn’t doing it there. then he marched out.”

sunghoon shook his head, but he wasn’t surprised. at least you had enough self-respect to end it now. he was starting to become afraid that he would need to shake some sense into you.

jake had served a purpose. he was unbelievably handsome, undoubtedly smart, and told you everything that you wanted to hear. he distracted you from what you were really after, and in return, you ignored what he was really after.

there was a large part of you that felt ashamed for lying to yourself for so long. but now you were being honest. you owed yourself that much. “i was so stupid. part of the reason i didn’t want to have sex with him was because i wanted him to stay, and i wasn’t sure if he would still choose me afterwards. i was scared he would get what he wanted and leave. but the reason i agreed to have sex with him was because i could feel him getting bored and pulling away. and in the end, he left me anyway.”

you had already decided you weren’t going to hold it against him, because you were both guilty of something. you had lied to each other, taken advantage of each other, and bled dry each other. both of you had tried to force something that was never really there. you would never forgive him for cheating, but you could understand him leaving.

sunghoon listened intently, watching your face as you talked about your relationship and what went wrong. he picked out his words, not wanting to be blinded by his lack of disappointment. “you’re not stupid for wanting someone to like you.”

your eyes met his. i want you to like me, you thought to yourself, wishful. “am i stupid for staying even though i knew deep down that it wasn’t really me that he liked?”

“no, doll,” sunghoon replied gently, bracing a hand on your knee. “you’re just disillusioned.”

you chuckled. “you sure you’re not just saying that?”

sunghoon squeezed your knee, giving you comfort that he knew you needed. it would be complicated, you already knew, coping with your feelings for him now that you wouldn’t have jake’s shenanigans to distract you. not that they really ever helped. “you’re young. even your mind has a mind of its own. i think it’s only stupid if you make the same mistake twice.”

you hummed, knowing that that probably wouldn’t be happening. you weren’t the type of person to jump from relationship to relationship. you were too afraid of abandonment for that. you could only handle so many of them before you snapped.

as sunghoon looked at you, he couldn’t help but feel guilty, thinking maybe he should have done more to keep you safe from a boy like that. but you were an adult now, and he was trying to give you the space to take care of yourself on your own. “did you ever really like jake?” he asked after a pause. 

“i think i just liked feeling wanted,” you murmured, ashamed of your own stupidity.

sunghoon let that sink in. he knew you had been dealing with certain insecurities for years, and the thought that he still had yet been able to help you made him feel worthless. “what kind of boyfriend do you want?”

there was a lull of silence as you thought about it thoroughly. you had liked jake because you thought he could be everything you should have wanted, but he wasn’t necessarily your type. “someone who’s tender,” you decided, something jake selectively was. “someone who’s assertive, protective, and takes care of me.”

“mm.”

your heart was racing, but somehow you found the courage to add, “someone like you.”

sunghoon tried to rationalize that, he truly did. in his mind, the idea of wanting someone who embodied the traits of a strong father figure was a perfectly normal desire. but he wasn’t an idiot, and he could hear everything you didn’t say, and recognize the sudden change in your body language.

because you didn’t want a boyfriend; you wanted a father.

sighing, sunghoon relaxes his eyes for a second before he opens them again, taking in how fragile you appear and feel beneath his heavy hands. “doll, you’re my daughter.”

“stepdaughter,” you corrected in a heartbeat.

sunghoon ignored you, continuing, “and you’re so young.”

“i’m eighteen,” you replied, heart thudding so fast you couldn’t stay still. “i’m an adult.”

sunghoon didn’t seem pleased, or convinced for that matter. it was as you feared; he would always see you as this little girl that needed saving. “you may legally be an adult,” sunghoon started, quiet. “but mentally, you are still a little girl.”

that stung. you never knew sunghoon was capable of it until now, but he had really burned you with such few words. your eyes even burned with the threat of tears. “if that’s how you feel,” you murmured, standing up from the sofa.

sunghoon softened, immediately regretting having ever said anything. “doll, wait.”

you didn’t, making a beeline straight for the stairs. you weren’t sure what you were expecting. he thought of himself as your father and he was married to your mother. why would he see you like that?

why did you see him like that?

to make matters worse, sunghoon didn’t follow you. you didn’t turn around, but the lack of footsteps behind you wasn’t lost on your ears. pretending it didn’t bother you, you went to your bedroom, shut the door, and dropped on your bed.

maybe you should have been grateful that your biggest problem in life was unreciprocated feelings. you knew there were all too many things you had to be grateful for, especially things sunghoon provided for you, like education and a nice home and fatherly love. there was no good reason to expect more than that from him. maybe you were just greedy.

or maybe you were needy. at worst, you were a little bit of both, but that wasn’t completely your fault. when bred from incompetence and instability, no one could rationally expect anything but insanity. if no one had ever given you a fair chance at normalcy, then no one could expect you to know how to reinvent yourself into something ordinary.

it was just so exhausting to be continuously rejected, because you were too this or not enough of that. you never knew how to be what anyone wanted. you never knew how to make anyone stay. just once, you wanted someone to care for you the same way you cared about them, and nothing less.

just when you were beginning to accept that you were hopeless, there was a knock on your door. wiping at your eyes, you reluctantly called out, “it’s open.”

sunghoon came in, shutting the door behind him, heart clenching in his chest when he noticed your reddening eyes. “calm down yet?” he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders, but murmured, “i don’t know if i’ll ever calm down.”

he could tell that you didn’t just mean the exchange downstairs; no, whatever storm was raging and rushing within you unbeknownst to him, it was only festering. “i try not to say the wrong things,” sunghoon said, slowly coming to sit beside you on the edge of your bed.

you knew that. it was something you had come to like about him. he was careful, loving. it was never his intention to hurt anyone. but he was only human, and humans made mistakes and had lapses in judgment. “maybe you weren’t wrong. maybe i’m just immature.”

“maybe a little bit,” sunghoon told you, frank, but lighthearted. “but i could have said it a little better.”

you rolled your eyes, almost feeling better already. but the faint echo in your heart had yet to cease. “you don’t need to sugarcoat everything for me all the time, you know.”

sunghoon hummed. you were saying that, but he knew that he could break you into pieces if he wanted. tinier, more insignificant pieces than the ones you already were broken into. but he wouldn’t. he was realizing the full scope of power he wielded over you, and now that he knew, he wanted to be cautious. “i think i understand you now.”

your eyes leapt up to his face, almost like you were begging for that to be true. “what do you mean?”

“why you do the things you do,” sunghoon continued, dabbing at a tear that had fallen down your cheeks. “you don’t want a boyfriend. you want a father.”

saying nothing, you fidgeted with your thumbs and held your breath. you weren’t used to having your heart laid flat on the table.

sunghoon stopped you, setting his palm on the back of your hand. “you want me,” he said, making you wish you could disappear. “and that’s why you kept saying that you didn’t really want jake, but never explained to me why you kept dating.”

you leaned your head on his shoulder. “i love you so much, daddy.”

sunghoon’s heart was pounding in ways it hadn’t in a long time. “i know you do, baby girl. but you know that this isn’t right.”

“i don’t care.”

sunghoon sighed. “i’ve known you since you were thirteen, doll.”

“so? am i thirteen right now?”

“no, but you’re barely legal.”

“i’m legal. you don’t need to put unnecessary adverbs in front of it. i’m not some kid, daddy.”

there was no doubt that sunghoon was trying to change your mind, hoping to say something that would make you realize how foolish this was. too bad for him, you were too far gone. “your mother…,” he started. 

“i don’t care,” you repeated a little harsher. “you told me yourself, you basically married her for me. and all she does is leech off you. i know it and you know it. we don’t even know where she is right now. say that you love her more than you love me, say it!”

“i don’t like your tone right now, doll,” sunghoon told you, stern, but level. 

obeying the silent command in his voice, you quietened, murmuring, “i’m sorry, daddy.”

sunghoon sighed, stuck between a rock and a hard place. he put a hand on your thigh. “but you’re right. i do love you more.”

“then, prove it,” you whispered, inviting him. daring him. prove that you love me. prove that you’re just as sick as i am. prove to me that i have you in every way, that i’m not alone.

sunghoon knew that he shouldn’t. he was considering everything you had failed to acknowledge - your mother, his marriage, proper morality, and the fate of his relationship with you. but where he had been ignorant to your fermenting feelings, he hadn’t failed to notice exactly how much you had grown up.

the way your body had matured. the way you’d began coordinating your signature scents into something that was indisputably yours. the way your taste in fashion had changed from fluffy, pink skirts to short ones that were one wrong move away from flashing your plush cheeks and the cute, thin fabric of your underwear clinging tightly onto your cunt it just hardly concealed.

sunghoon had, too, noticed, and been rather fond of, how you were usually the meekest thing in the world only for him. with enough conditioning, in a world that was darker, he could put a gun in your hand and turn you into his little obedient vixen. you just wanted to heal him, please him, satisfy him.

but it would be wrong. and sunghoon had once prided himself on the fact that he did everything right. he got the most compelling grades in school to prove that he had genuine smarts to pair with his wealth, he went to a top university and worked hard, he got a job straight after graduation, met who he thought was the perfect woman, married her, bought a opulent house with her, and had a beautiful daughter with her.

so what if he still had to repeat a couple of steps, and so what if he had messed up on a few? at least he didn’t mess up on you. the only thing he regretted when it came to you was not completely noticing, not doing more to keep you from struggling.

you were more than just a reclaim of what he had lost. sunghoon didn’t think of his first daughter when he thought of you, not anymore. with you getting older and growing into your own person, your own way of life, it was difficult to see her in you. so, he accepted you as your own person, and in turn, he let go.

but that fact didn’t make him feel any less guilty or conflicted. you were still his stepdaughter, and you trusted him to protect you. your mother trusted him to protect you. everybody trusted him to guide you, steer you, lead you.

looking into his brown, troubled eyes, you instantly knew what it meant. he needed some persuasion, something to hinder his overthinking.

“please,” you pleaded, resting a hand on his lower abdomen just as gingerly as the way he handled you in mind and in body. he was still in his work shirt, broad shoulders catching your eye as you succumbed to the urge to rub your smooth palms over them. 

look at you, begging him to fuck you. gazing up at him with those big, hopeful eyes with a shimmer that was so sweetly sparkling he almost mistook it as innocent. but he knew better. those were eyes that hoped for corruption, that sought comfort in destruction, and that were molded into the puppet of pain.

you lowered your hand again, stopping just shy of his crotch hidden by his work pants. fumbling with the fly, you looked into his eyes, searching for something. any indication that he was resisting. but you only saw him watching like even he didn’t know what he wanted.

it was surprising. you had been half expecting him to put his hand over yours and stop you, to remind you again that this was wrong and he didn’t see you how you saw him, but he just kept his eyes focused on you as if he was trying to see just how far you would go.

testing the waters, you undid his pants and went straight for his cock, the sound of a strained grunt making your cunt clench around emptiness. it was the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. you had imagined pulling those sounds out of sunghoon, closed your eyes and immersed yourself in a resewn fabric of another reality, but nothing measured up to hearing it for yourself.

sunghoon knew that things were rapidly approaching the point of no return and he groaned, “doll…”

“make me stop,” you whispered, gently wrapping your fingers around him and moving your hand in a relaxed motion. “make me stop, daddy.”

it wasn’t for lack of trying. sunghoon closed his eyes, wanting to will himself to be the rational person in the room since you had forwent reason entirely, but the second your small, supple hands tightened around his shaft, he knew he had failed.

he didn’t want you to stop. and you you didn’t want to stop, either.

you beamed victoriously, his silence being a telltale sign that he had succumbed to the same infectious wanting that had long plagued you. you moved your hand only a little faster, endeavoring to stroke him hard. it seemed that with every touch and movement of your wrist, his breathing was growing louder, more labored.

when he was fully hard, you had to suck in a gasp. you weren’t sure how you were going to fit every inch of him inside you, and the only thing that seemed clear was that you had your work cut out for you. nevertheless, you still wanted to make him feel good, so you glanced up at him and said sweetly, “tell me what to do. teach me, daddy.”

you caught a quiet, “fuck,” from underneath sunghoon’s breath as he heard what you had said, on the verge of losing his mind altogether, and it was doing unmistakable damage to his psyche. doing the right thing was no longer an option. all that was left was ache and need. without it, you didn’t know who you were.

releasing a shaky breath, sunghoon brushed his thumb against your bottom lip with affection and whispered, “take it in your mouth. go slow and gentle.”

you nodded your head obediently, opening your mouth just wide enough to fit his girth between your parted lips. the first inch was fine; the second inch had its complications, given that you hadn’t adjusted to the pressure of his cock in your mouth and breathing through your nose. by the third, you folded, withdrawing.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, feeling like you should have at least been able to do that much.

sunghoon shook his head, smiling, and smoothed a hand through your hair. “that’s okay, baby,” he said, understanding. “try again.”

you sucked him into your mouth again, right between your lips, cheeks hollowed and everything, but for some odd reason, you couldn’t relax. you already felt like you were about to gag and it was only the first couple of inches. when you tried to take another, you had to pull back again.

there was a faint burning in the back of your throat. you didn’t even notice that a few tears had fallen from one of your eyes until you pulled your mouth off. you frowned, unable to shake the fear that you would disappoint him somehow if you couldn’t do it.

“you’re okay,” sunghoon reassured you, patting your head. “you’re okay, doll. i promise.”

with another nod, you decided to give it one more go, determined. not only because you wanted to prove yourself, but because you wanted to make him feel good. you couldn’t think of anyone that deserved it more than he did.

this time, sunghoon held your hair comfortably behind your head and caressed the strands as you tried to pleasure him once more, accepting what you could into your mouth bit by bit. you were less tense than before and it enabled you to concentrate on breathing and not overwhelming yourself too quickly.

afraid that you would gag again if you tried to take another inch, you decided to use your hand to take care of the remaining amount that wouldn’t fit. fortunately, it seemed to work; your mouth kept one part of him company, and your hands moved to prevent the other from becoming too neglected.

sunghoon moaned, curses falling here and there. you could feel the wetness soiling your underwear and he hadn’t even done anything yet. his voice was low and deep, sending jolts of electricity straight to your core. minute by minute, you became more and more aware of how aroused you were, and your mind, friend and foe, tempted you with pictures of what it would be like to finally have sunghoon inside.

to your surprise, sunghoon cautiously pried you off his cock, making you look up at him and wonder if you had done something wrong, but all he said was, “i don’t want to come yet.”

your thighs squeezed together in excitement. if not now, then later. and if not in your mouth, then hopefully deep, deep inside.

“daddy,” you called out, somewhat timid. “are you gonna fuck me?”

sunghoon was maybe a few seconds away from short-circuiting and it was admirable that he hadn’t done so already, all things considered. he didn’t reply immediately, having to catch his breath. “do you want me to?”

“yes,” you replied in a heartbeat. 

the room felt hot, and sunghoon couldn’t tell if it was real or it was in his head. “say it.”

it was a little awkward for you to say it so bluntly, but given that you had come this far, you might as well. “i want you to fuck me, daddy.”

sunghoon grunted and said something that sounded like, “come here,” as he gingerly pulled you off your knees and back onto your mattress. before you even blinked, he was pressing his lips to yours, enveloping them in a sweet, fiery kiss. 

it felt like a daydream. maybe because you had dreamed of him before and this captured the exact floaty, cloudlike feeling of his arms cushioning your body in a dream, only the speeding thud in your heart making it undeniably real.

you couldn’t liken it to any kiss that you and jake had shared. while you would admit that jake was objectively a good kisser, almost everything you did together lacked passion; there was no spark behind even the most tender of touches. and yet somehow just being this close to sunghoon made your whole body scorch with the fever of suppressed want.

sunghoon slowly forced himself away and began to descend down your body, tugging your shorts down your thighs. heat filled your cheeks when his fingers hooked under your underwear next, but you raised your hips so that he could pull them off. what caught you by surprise, however, was when his tongue flicked over your sensitive flesh.

you gasped, a jolt making your body snap. “wait, daddy, you don’t need to. i’m already wet enough.”

that you were. sunghoon could see plain as day how your wet folds glistened with an arousal that had been building longer than he could ever imagine, gone ignored and neglected no longer. “i know,” he grunted out. “i want to.”

then without another word, sunghoon went to town. he started slow, gentle; his larger hands were firm on your plush thighs as he held them apart, almost as if he expected you to eventually resist him. for now, though, there was no need; he was tasting your devotion on his tongue, in no apparent hurry to let this moment end.

your breaths were becoming increasingly heavy, and a part of you still couldn’t believe that this was really happening - sunghoon was in between your legs, prepared to make you seen every star that hung in the night sky. you did what you could to commit the sight to memory, refusing to let it get away.

sunghoon wanted to see you unravel. you nearly died when he pressed his tongue deep inside you, abruptly tearing a sweet cry out of your mouth. the muscle wandered over your walls, savoring what he would feel soon enough. but for now, he was more than content to gather every bit of your arousal on the very tip of his tongue and make you feel sensations unimagined.

“god, you taste so good, baby,” sunghoon groaned, hands clamping tightly around your thighs. “so goddamn good.”

it was from that moment forward he lost control; his self-restraint broke; he was consumed with abandon. sunghoon licked and sucked at your bundle of nerves, drawing out more noises than before. your hips jerked as you laid sprawled out before him, entirely at his mercy. 

just the way you always wanted.

“does that feel good, baby?” sunghoon pulled away for the shortest second to ask. “do you want me to slow down?”

you shook your head, hands desperately fisting the sheets. “no, please. don’t slow down. down stop,” you begged. 

hearing you say that only made sunghoon harder, but he was still a man with some inhibitions if it meant drawing out the pleasure you felt at his hands. “just tell me if you need me to switch things up, okay?”

then he went back to work. this time he steadily worked two fingers into you, and you knew without a shred of doubt that you were positively ruined. they were long and thick, much more compared to yours; you would probably feel his cock for days to come.

you could feel yourself devolving into pure madness. sunghoon’s fingers were working you open at the same time his tongue flicked over your clit, and you could hardly keep still, your body convulsing every which way. if not for how tight his hands were around your trembling thighs, you wouldn’t have been able to keep them spread for him.

“daddy, please don’t stop. i think i’m gonna come,” you said between quick pants. 

“i know, baby girl. just relax for me.”

with every nerve in your body going haywire, you felt anything but relaxed. between your thudding heartbeat and the ecstasy shooting its way through your spine, your body was bursting at the seams with fervor. but you tried for him. you couldn’t think, at least. there was too much physical stimulation to allow for passing thoughts.

sunghoon only had only goal in mind and that was to make you feel nothing short of the absolute peak of pleasure. he could see what things your body was responding to best and he took advantage of every reaction you had to offer, twisting his tongue the way you so clearly loved.

you couldn’t handle it anymore, and something within you snapped; you cried out, back arching off your fluffy pink bed, jake and the stupid stuffed toys the furthest thing on your mind as warmth fluttered in your stomach.

“that’s it, doll,” sunghoon crooned. “you’re okay, baby. i promise. just let go.”

all the while, his fingers didn’t stop as he spoke. they kept moving as he assured you between gentle kisses to your thighs, almost as restless as your entire body was. “daddy,” you whimpered, thoroughly wrecked.

“i know,” sunghoon whispered, lips flush against your skin. “you did so good, doll. so good for me.”

sunghoon got up from his knees and draped himself over your body, leaning down to kiss you breathless. though you tried to ignore it, you could feel his hard cock pressing against you and just the feeling itself was mouthwatering.

“so perfect,” sunghoon murmured, pulling back to pepper kisses down your jaw. “did you really think daddy wasn’t gonna make sure his doll was taken care of?”

you had nothing to say, so you just watched him begin to peel off what was left of both of your clothes, piece by piece. when you completely naked, you noticed sunghoon’s unbudging eyes stuck to your figure. “do you think i’m pretty, daddy?” you asked with a smile. 

“pretty?” he murmured, brows stitched in amazement. “you’re… you’re beautiful, doll. don’t you forget it.”

you wanted to hear him say that a thousand times over.

even as sunghoon moved to reposition himself between your legs, you could hardly believe that this was actually - genuinely - happening. but every touch of his body had felt so real, and you’d dreamed of moments like this enough to know the difference. giving you one last chance to back out, sunghoon asked, “are you sure you want to do this, baby?”

“please,” you begged. the brushing of his tip against your slick folds made your mouth run dry. “i need it. i need you.”

that was all it took for sunghoon to push inside you, slow and steady as ever. you sucked in a breath, your hands already clenching the sheets again as he coaxed the head of his cock deeper inside your sticky cunt.

“oh my god,” you gasped out. 

sunghoon chuckled. “i’m barely inside you, baby.”

you knew that, but the feeling of him inside you even this far was enough to make your mind unravel. you’d imagined that it would be a tight fit, but despite him preparing you to take him, that seemed like an understatement. though you were nothing if not purely determined. you would take all of him, no matter how long it took.

sunghoon’s brows furrowed the deeper he sunk into you, his jaw slacked. “god, you’re so tight,” he murmured. to sunghoon, this was the moment that cemented everything into reality, the moment that made everything true. the tight, wet feel of you stretching around his cock as he moved deeper and deeper was too insane to be imagined even if he tried. and he had tried.

your chest and core fluttered at the compliment. you enjoyed the praise. knowing that you were satisfying him, that you were pleasuring him the way he was pleasuring you, was something that filled you with an immense sense of accomplishment. there was nothing you wanted more than to serve him, than to be his girl.

sunghoon took his time, still hardly moving. every time he heard you abruptly suck in a gasp, his hips ground to a stop, wanting to give you time to adjust. he knew better than anyone that he wasn’t lacking in the size category, and the last thing he wanted was to make his sweet girl’s first time uncomfortable. for the right reasons, he wanted to give you a time to remember.

“do you need a minute, doll?” he asked, one brow lifted as he glanced down at you.

you shook your head. “no, it’s okay. you can keep going.”

“you sure?” he pressed. it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t dying to move even deeper, but not at your expense.

not to mention that your mother probably wouldn’t return until after midnight, but that was another conversation.

“i’m sure, daddy,” you replied, reaching out to cradle his face in your hands. you didn’t want him to look away. “don’t stop.”

“fuck,” sunghoon groaned. you watched his lips part with the noise and felt his cock become buried further inside your cunt, working you open for him. he was taking his sweet time, because you both knew that if he was going to destroy you, he was going to make every second of it count.

“daddy, are you almost done?” you asked quietly. 

“halfway, babe,” sunghoon told you.

you gawked. “halfway?”

sunghoon shushed you with a kiss, pushing himself yet another inch within your heat. he couldn’t wrap his mind around how perfect you felt around his cock and he wasn’t even fully seated inside you yet. you tried to focus on the way his lips moved against yours, but not even that could distract you from how he was stretching you out beyond belief.

“daddy, you’re so big,” you whined. 

“i know, baby girl,” sunghoon replied softly, a hint of guilt on his face. “almost there, i promise. does it hurt?”

“a little bit,” you admitted. “but i can take it.”

sunghoon swept his finger over your bottom lip. “you sure, baby?”

you nodded your head. for him, you were convinced that you could do anything. and on top of that, there were no bounds to the things that you would do for him.

when sunghoon’s length had finally penetrated you to the very end, he stilled again, giving you a moment to recover before he started. it felt like an eternity before he actually moved, but when you gave him a nod of approval, he slowly drew back and penetrated you again. you were at a lost for words. nothing had ever been inside you that deeply. there were your fingers and maybe a hair brush, but neither rivaled the depth of your stepfather’s thick cock as he began to take you like you were his. 

because you were.

“jesus christ,” sunghoon hissed. “you feel so good, doll. do you know that?”

“you feel good too,” you stammered out.

sunghoon took that as a sign that he was doing everything right, which was more than enough for him to relax. his mind was reeling. the mere wet sound of your skin meeting was making him lose control, and that was to say nothing of your pretty moans. the way you desperately called out for him was almost too much to bear.

you reciprocated his feelings. with every deep, guttural grunt that escaped sunghoon’s mouth, your body was less and less yours. he owned you, head to toe, inside out. you were more than prepared to surrender everything to him, to let him claim all that you were. because you relied on him. you needed him. and little did you know, in some twisted way, he needed you even more.

sunghoon’s hands were balled at your sides, clenching the sheets fiercely. he dreaded hurting you, but imagine his surprise when you grabbed a hold of his hands and redirected them to your perfect hips. “you can hold me, daddy,” you reassured him. “please. i won’t break.”

and even if you did, you were willing to let him put you back together. sunghoon could feel whatever remained of his restraint crumbling into pieces, and he held your hips in his palms tightly, his eyes boring into yours. his gaze, as relentless as it was, wasn’t challenging; it was piercing, loving, understanding. he saw you, he knew you, because you were familiar. you were what kept him whole.

something made sunghoon hold you even tighter. there was a thought that struck him. you needed him to take care of you, to depend upon, to guide you. and he needed you to bring back a purpose which was unfairly stolen from him. he knew it was wrong, that it was sick, but it couldn’t be helped. you had become everything to him, and there was no way in hell he was going to let that go.

“i need you,” he panted, his hips keeping a comfortable pace that you seemed to enjoy, judging from how you continued to throb and moan. “i need you so much, doll. you don’t understand.”

you shook your head, arms wrapped around his neck. you wanted to be inseparably close. “i do understand, daddy,” you insisted. “i need you too.”

sunghoon felt heat surging through his stomach. he said your name. “i love you.”

your lips curled into a smile. your body shook with rapture, so much that you thought you could cry. “i love you too, daddy. i love you so much. i’d let you have me whenever. i’m yours and i wanna take care of you.”

“mine?” sunghoon repeated, so quietly it could have gone unheard if not for how close his face was to yours.

you nodded your head. 

sunghoon prodded, “all mine? and not that stupid little boy you call a boyfriend?”

the mere mention of jake made you feel disgust and you knew that you were over him, for good. “won’t see him anymore, daddy. i promise. i never wanted him. i always really just wanted you.”

sunghoon didn’t even bother willing himself to keep calm after he heard you say that. he was insane about you and he didn’t care to hide it anymore. “always?” he repeated.

you hummed. “the first time i came was on that bunny rabbit right there.” you turned your head to gesture towards the stuffed animal.

sunghoon saw it and his eyes darkened as he pictured you mounting the poor bunny, grinding your hips against it as you wished and hoped and prayed it’d soon enough be him bringing you pleasure. he wondered exactly how many times you had used it. how many times you had thought of him.

you cried out as his hips began slap against yours faster, but you took it. sunghoon wasn’t particularly rough, but each thrust drove you closer to insanity than the last. wrapping your legs around your waist, you drew him closer, your arms around his neck and his big hands firm at your hips. “fuck,” you stammered.

“you think about me a lot?” sunghoon asked. 

you nodded your head eagerly. “yes, all the time!”

sunghoon was unrelenting. he lowered his head, sucking your nipple into his mouth, before he let it fall and pressed, “how much do you think about me?”

“every day,” you told him honestly. “there’s not one day… where i don’t.”

“every day?” sunghoon repeated. “you think about me fucking you every day?”

“sometimes i dream about it,” you confessed.

sunghoon groaned. he had dreamed of you too. he had constantly tried not to think about you in that light, but he couldn’t help what he dreamed of. “i dream about you too,” he whispered. “of making love to you and fucking you full of my cum. will you let me, doll?”

“yes,” you answered him without a second of hesitation. “please, daddy. come inside me!”

sunghoon almost came just from hearing those words, but he couldn’t yet. not before he felt you tighten around his cock with climax. removing his hand from his hip, he began to toy with your sensitive clit, eager and desperate to make you come, to see you come, to feel you come.

your body arched into his hand, knowing who its owner was and willing to submit to his every whim. it felt like your mind was floating somewhere between earth and heaven, lost in space where there was no life, no time. only infinity.

it wasn’t long before your vision brightened white and you swore you could see every star. your legs tightened their grip around his waist as you shuddered with ecstasy, and your mouth hung open as you moaned.

“that’s it,” sunghoon crooned. “good girl. you’re amazing, doll.”

you stilled after a moment, sated. 

the sensation of your cunt gushing tightly around him as you orgasmed made sunghoon moan himself, and you listened to the sounds of your heat kneading his cock as he used your cunt to push himself to the end. it had felt so good to you too; having something to grip on as you came made the experience all that much better.

“come for me, daddy,” you said, trying to coax the orgasm out of him. “come inside your doll… i need it.”

that did it. hearing you referring to yourself as his doll sent him completely over the edge and you gasped out loud when you felt sunghoon dumping his thick, sticky hot load into your cunt with the deepest grunt of your name. it was so good, so warm. you held eye contact with him the entire time, not once daring to look away even as his hips slowed to a stop.

for a long moment, you both simply lay there in each other’s arms, neither of you wanting to move when you were this close. but you did pull him in for another heated kiss, because you couldn’t think of another way to somehow bring yourself even closer. sunghoon kissed you back passionately, holding your body against his protectively, almost as if he was afraid you’d be taken from him too.

you thought nothing could ruin the moment. then, out of the blue, your phone rang. you and sunghoon both let out a collective sigh of exasperation and you withdrew to peak at your phone on your nightstand, wholeheartedly expecting it to be your mother.

your eyes went wide when you saw that it was jake.

and you wouldn’t have answered it, but you needed to call it quits anyway. though you initially planned to meet him in person, in that moment, you decided he didn’t deserve to see you again in his life. “hello?” you answered.

“baby, you picked up,” jake said, sounding amazed. “listen to me, baby. i’m so sorry i haven’t been answering your calls. i just needed some space, you understand that, right?”

before he could utter another word, the phone was abruptly snatched from your hands. “don’t call my daughter again, or i swear to god, i will find you, and then i will fuck you up,” sunghoon hissed. 

he hung up without another word and tossed the phone to the side.

you gawked at his words, but you both felt the way you’d throbbed. “daddy!”

"i'll call you back," the man ended the call and shoved his phone in his pocket. as he did this, you continuously studied his face, praying that he wasn't gonna make you buy him another suit to be cruel. "really.. it's okay." he chuckled, taking the napkins from you, fingers brushing against yours.

"this never happened before," you explain, "i'll remake your coffee.. and you can have another one tomorrow. on me." you're quick to pour him another coffee, even upsizing it to be nice, handing it to him and making sure your fingers doesn't slip this time.

the man smiles. "cute." he says under his breath, taking a sip from his coffee. "i hope you keep your promise."

and of course you did.

because when you caught a glimpse of him walking into cafe, you're quick to pour his cup of black coffee. he walks up to the counter where you stood behind, a smile on his face. "you remembered," he states, reaching for the cup, "don't spill it on me this time."

you laugh softly, successfully handing him the cup of coffee, watching him take a sip of it. he hums to himself, satisfied. “i’m park sunghoon. and you?” the man breaks the awkward silence and never takes his eyes off of you.

“i’m Y/N.” you say with a small, nervous smile.

“gorgeous name.”

and like that, sunghoon was hooked. you were charming, funny, and gorgeous. quickly, the cafe became his favorite part of the day. he'd come in, order the same small sized black coffee, and tell you about his company before heading to work. he even caught himself getting their frequently late.

“how can you drink plain black coffee every morning?” you ask sunghoon as he takes a sip from his cup. his lean frame hovers over the counter while you wipe the same spot repeatedly so your coworker thinks you're working.

“keeps me busy, princess.” he simply answers.

finally, you both decided to exchange numbers which blossomed into a little thing. some little thing where he pays for your tuition and anything else you need and you repay him with sex. it’s that situation. and you would’ve hated it if the circumstances were different. but you were fucking a rich, hot ceo with the biggest dick ever. you wouldn’t change that for anything.

stepping outside after clocking out, you see that familiar car parked and waiting for you. the whiskey smell of sunghoon’s cologne immediately hits you when you get inside his car. his scent never fails to calm you after long hours of being around coffee.

“d’you like this, princess?” sunghoon whips out a small box with a gorgeous heart pendant inside. your heart thumps at the sight, blood rushing to your cheeks as you take the box into your hands. you catch a glimpse at the price sticker.

“it’s so beautiful. but the price is..” you’re interrupted with a peck on your cheek.

“i’ve spent way more on you, pretty. this is nothing.” taking the pendant out of the box, “turn around for me..”

it’s embarrassing how fast he gets aroused when he sees how pretty the pendant looks on you and how it contrasts with your glowing skin.

“looks pretty on me?” you ask, slightly pulling the collar of your shirt down to show the pendant on your chest.

sunghoon nods. “let’s go back to my place.”

“n-now?”

“mhm,” he pauses for a minute, “or do you wanna get fucked here?”

your stomach churns at his arousing words and you clench your thighs together. you wouldn’t mind it. instead you found yourself sprawled out on his bed. his hot, heavy body on top of you.

you can feel every vein on his big cock grinding against your walls with each thrust, his swollen tip abusing that sensitive spot deep within you.

you’re being fucked dumb. you couldn’t even remember to swallow which had you drooling. in a panic, you reach to grasp onto his arms in hopes of him slowing down, but he doesn’t.

“move your hands, princess. i gotchu.” sunghoon grunts with shivering breaths following afterwards. he observes how his cock can barely fit in your dripping cunt, how he can barely bottom out. he groans at the sight.

“hoon.. i can’t.. fuckfuckfuck.” you sob, turning your head away from him.

sunghoon tsks, “unt uh. let me see your face.” he grabs your cheeks and yanks your head towards him, squishing them together and chuckling at your muffled moans.

he traces his thumb over your swollen lips and shoves it in your mouth. that same hand travels down to your tits and he rubs over your hardened nipples. sunghoon slows his hips and focuses more on his rhythm.

“you’re so wet,” he groans, absolutely loving how much you're squirming and crying underneath him, “so gorgeous. all for me.”

“j-just for you, hoonie.. feels so good. so big..” you slur. and you can tell he’s close from his sloppy thrusts and unsteady breaths.

sunghoon nuzzles his face into your neck, licking and kissing at your skin just near the pendant he got you. fuck. he’s so obsessed with you. how’d he get so damn lucky?

“princess, say you love me.” he whimpers, wet lips still on your neck.

you stomach churns at his words. and you could feel your own orgasm building from the desperation in his voice.

“love you so much, so so much..” you whimper, clenching hard around him as that spring coils tightly and releases. you cum hard around him with a shuttered cry, vision fading to black.

“fuuuck.” sunghoon spills his thick, sticky cum deep inside your womb, rocking his hips against you while he chases his orgasm.

“you should quit your job.” sunghoon says.

“what?” he stops cooking and turns to you in confusion. you had thought that he understood that you weren’t, unfortunately, wealthy like him and needed that job for the money.

“did you forget, princess? you got me now.”

“i’d rather us date before risking that..” you say, biting back your lip nervously in hopes that he doesn’t get upset. but he only chuckles.

“then let’s date.” sunghoon smiles.

“h-hello? is anyone there?”

your voice is soft and shaky. your soft, plush white ears stand tall as they flick, listening for something—anything. your tail is stiff in fear and you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

you don’t know how you got here; the middle of the dark, dangerous woods that are in no way a place for something like you, at least not this late at night. you’ve never ventured this far at night, you know better—you know that it isn’t safe for bunnies like you.

you’ve heard the stories of what happens to bunnies like you when they get caught. you’ve seen the bodies brought back to your village—bloodied, mangled, dead and used. every corpse that was brought back reeked of… of wolves.

you were just supposed to be on your way to your grandma’s house. every month, on the same day, your grandma calls you to her house for a visit. usually you make the journey with your mother, but your mother is terribly sick with a cold and told you it was okay for you to venture alone.

“you’ll be okay, sunshine. whatever you do, stay on the trail. do not leave the path. if it starts getting dark, come back.” your mom’s voice was sweet and caring as she packed you a basket with treats for you and your grandma to share.

your mother trusted you enough with this, and you didn’t want to let her down. you missed your grandma terribly and wanted nothing more than to make it to her house safely.

but—there’s always a but.

you’re lost.

somehow you managed to stray from the trail. something distracted you, but in your fear you can’t even seem to recall what it was. one second you were walking the trail like a good daughter, and the next the sun was gone and so was the path.

you tried to find your way back, but it only caused you to be more confused and lost. it was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the full moon. you were whimpering in fear. the full moon only means one thing: wolves.

somewhere along your search back to the trail, you heard something. there was a snap! then it was quiet, too quiet. the silence is eerie, uncomfortable. you feel like you’re being watched… like something is there with you, watching you, waiting for you.

you let out another sound of distress, your ears flicking anxiously. you freeze when you hear the sound again, closer this time. you don’t move—you can’t. you’re frozen in place, just like a helpless prey.

“hello? is anyone there?” your voice shakes. you’re trembling, your fingers gripping the basket so tight that the wood starts to splinter. “hello?”

then, you hear a chuckle. the sound is low, deep, and it echoes and resonates deep within you.

“tsk, tsk, tsk.” the voice is getting closer. “poor little bunny, are you lost?”

your eyes widen like saucers when the owner of the voice shows itself. a wolf. you’re frozen in fear still, not knowing whether to run and hide or to freeze and accept your fate.

“w-wolf!” you stutter, your voice not able to reach a complete scream. you can’t scream, you can’t run. it’s too late.

“pretty bunny, are you lost?” the wolf repeats himself. “i can show you the way. i don’t bite.”

the wolf emphasizes the word with a big grin, the moonlight glints and his canines radiate.

“oh, what sharp teeth you have,” you whimper. “you’re not going to eat me?”

“no, bunny,” the wolf still has that wolfish grin on hus face. “i would never eat a bunny. i’m a nice wolf, you can trust me…”

“_____,” against your better judgement, you tell the wolf your name. “will you really show me the way?”

“yes, bunny,” the wolf nods, taking a few steps closer. his eyes rake up and down your trembling body, and his gaze stops at the very end of your cloak. “my name is sunghoon, bun.”

“s-sunghoon?”

the wolf, sunghoon, nods. “sounds so pretty comin’ from your mouth, bun. what are you doing out here all alone? it isn’t safe for an innocent bunny like you. you’d be eaten alive by some real bad wolves by now if i hadn’t found you.”

your cheeks heat, and your gaze drops to the floor. your ears droop at the shame of being lost. “i’m just trying to make it to my grandma’s house, mr. wolf. she lives near the middle of the forest, by the big lake.”

“ah, does she now?” sunghoon licks his lips. “i know exactly where that is. you’re lucky you ran into me tonight, bun. i can show you the way.”

“really?” you perk up, meeting his eyes again. he’s closer now, so close that if you reached your arm out you would be able to touch him. he smells… oddly okay, not like how the other bunnies at your village describe wolves to smell like. he smells of grass and flowers and oak, not like the blood of bunnies. “please, please, please!”

sunghoon chuckles, his gaze dark as he looks down at you. the height difference is jarring, he’s over a head taller than you, and from up close you can see that he’s big.

he’s way bigger than you, his arms are so big that the plain t-shirt he’s wearing looks small, way too small for his body. he has prominent veins along his forearms and hands that pop out and twitch with his every movement, and his chest is so extremely large that it looks as if he has ginormous pecs. his shoulders are so broad, and you think that sunghoon is probably very strong.

“of course, bunny. you just have to follow me. i know a shortcut to the lake. it’s very close, just up ahead. maybe another half mile.” sunghoon reaches his hand out, offering it to you. “come, bun. let me take you.”

you’re trusting—too trusting for your own good—as you take his hand, letting him enclose his large palm over your small hand.

sunghoon leads you deeper into the woods, and you follow him blindly. you can’t wait to be at your grandma’s house, and you trust that sunghoon will lead you there in no time.

it’s odd, though. you haven’t seen or heard a single animal or creature near you in minutes.

“you’re very pretty, bunny. your cloak seems so soft and warm.” sunghoon’s voice breaks the silence. “i wonder, what are you wearing underneath it?”

“thank you. my grandma gifted me this cloak,” you say, softly. “i’m wearing a dress my grandma also handmade for me.”

“mmm,” sunghoon hums. “you smell very good, bun. like chocolate and vanilla. i wonder how you taste, too.”

you shiver. “what?”

“nothing, bun. we’re almost there.”

you start to tremble again, but then you smell the water, and you know the lake is near. your parents always told you to not trust wolves, that wolves will only tear you apart and lick your bones clean one by one, but this wolf—sunghoon, has been trustworthy. he didn’t eat you.

the lake comes into view moments later, the water practically sparkles underneath the moonlight.

you gasp. “sunghoon! you really brought me here! thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“i told you, bunny,” sunghoon grins. “your grandma’s house should be near. are you staying overnight?”

“no, i’m supposed to return home tonight, my parents will be worried sick if i don’t…”

“then i shall wait for you, bun. i will accompany you on your way back home to make sure you make it safe and sound.”

“oh,” you say, surprised. “you would do that?”

“of course. i have to make sure you don’t get eaten by any wolves… hm?”

“o-okay,” you murmur, sheepish. “i shouldn’t be long.”

sunghoon nods, and you rush off to your grandma’s. her house is only around the corner, so the walk is quick.

you think about sunghoon the whole way there. he proved that wolves aren’t all bad. some wolves can be trusted and some wolves won’t eat you. everything you’ve learned about wolves was wrong, and you can’t wait to go back to your village and spread the new information you learned.

“grandma! i’m here!”

your grandma’s house is warm and comforting as you enter. you set the basket of goods on her small wooden table.

“dear! you made it!” your grandma approaches you, rushing you into a hug. “i was so scared, dear. it’s so late at night.”

“yes, grandma. i’m safe.” you reassure her. “mom packed you some sweets, your favorite.”

“ah, did she—” your grandma stills. “dear, what’s that smell?”

you sniff the air. “what do you mean?”

“you—you reek of wolf!”

“grandma, it’s okay! please, calm down! the wolf helped me here! he didn’t try to eat me!”

“you’re a traitor—traitor!” your grandma backs away in horror. “you brought a wolf here? you need to leave, now.”

“no, grandma, please! he wouldn’t hurt me, or you!” you reach for her, wanting to console her, but she flinches away like she’s been burned.

“no family of mine will be in contact with a wolf,” your grandma spits the word like it’s poison. “get out. never come back.”

“no, grandma!”

she rushes you out the door, locking it behind you and leaving you out in the cold with nothing but your cloak. you sniffle, hot tears making their way down your cheeks as you sob and knock on the door rapidly.

“grandma! please! let me in!” you cry, helplessly holding onto the doorknob like she’ll open it. “please!”

it seems like an eternity that passes before you get tired of trying. your grandma disowned you and left you in the cold. you can’t go back, what if the rest of the town also treats you the same way? what do you do?

you get a brilliant idea then. you’ll go to the lake and wash yourself. you’ll wash the scent of sunghoon away and make it back home. nobody will know.

you make it a few steps before you smell it again—him.

“bunny? what’s wrong?” sunghoon steps into view. his face is masked with concern and pity. “poor little bunny, why are you crying?”

“my grandma—she,” the thought of your grandma has you breaking down once more. you rush into sunghoon’s arms, his big chest comforts you. “she left me! she told me to get out as i smell like a wolf, and told me she never wanted to see me again!”

sunghoon cradles your head as you sob into his chest. “shh, there, there. it’ll be alright, bunny. she just doesn’t understand.”

“i have to go to the lake—i have to wash off before i go home. or else they—they won’t accept me back.”

“okay, bunny. let’s go to the lake and wash you off. then i’ll walk you home, okay?” sunghoon’s voice is deep and low, and somehow comforting.

you nod, sniffling, and let sunghoon lead you to the lake, hand in hand.

sunghoon is quiet as he leads you both knee deep into the water. he reaches for your cloak, and you let him undress you. your cries quiet now, only sniffles escape every few moments.

sunghoon drops your cloak somewhere below you, before reaching for the straps of your small, silk babydoll dress.

he sucks in a breath, but you’re too overwhelmed by your grandma to pay any mind to it. he undoes the straps one by one, before letting your dress slide down and fall into the water as well.

“bunny,” sunghoon murmurs. “kneel and wash yourself.”

you obey, making sure to rinse yourself and get rid of the wolf scent on you. after your fur is soaked and your body is freezing, you consider yourself clean enough.

“bunny, you’re shaking,” sunghoon says. “are you cold?”

you nod, and sunghoon coos. “but your clothes are all wet. whatever will we do?”

“i-i don’t know…” you’re freezing and trembling so much that your teeth chatter as your tail drips water into the lake. “it’s so cold.” you whine.

“aw, is my bunny cold?” sunghoon coos again. “do you need me to warm you up?”

you nod, and sunghoon grins. “come here, bunny. come to me.”

you step closer to him, and he pulls you in roughly. he wraps his arms around you, enclosing your body with his larger one. he’s so warm, extremely warm, and you let out a soft sigh as your body finally starts to warm up.

“you’re so small, bunny,” sunghoon’s breath hits your ears as he speaks. “and so soft, so supple and soft.”

you whine, shy, and then you feel it.

“s-sunghoon… something is poking me,” you whisper.

“is there?” sunghoon murmurs, his voice low and dripping something you aren’t sure of.

the hardness you feel twitches, pressing deeper against your thigh. you’re scared to look down, scared of what you might see.

“sunghoon, it—it’s…”

“fuck,” sunghoon growls, suddenly. you flinch at his outburst, your ears stiffening and standing tall upon your head. “i can’t hold back anymore.”

“sunghoon, what?” you say, your voice shaking.

sunghoon ignores you, picking you up and out of the water, carrying you in his arms as he reaches grass and mud again.

“you make me crazy, bun,” sunghoon’s voice is rough as he speaks. “i can’t hold back anymore. not when you’re nude and presenting yourself so nicely to me.”

“s-sunghoon?” you tremble in his hold. he releases you, then, to put you back onto your feet.

when you meet his eyes again, he looks different. gone is the comforting face you thought you knew, and now there’s a predatory, evil look in his eyes.

“please, sunghoon, you’re scaring me.” you plead, whisper. “sunghoon?”

it’s like he can’t hear you. he doesn’t answer as he leans down, his hands on your bare waist as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales deeply.

“fuck, bun, you smell so good,” sunghoon groans, and you feel the hardness return. sunghoon grinds against your leg, and your tail stiffens in fear. “you smell so delicious, bunny. so perfect for me. i’m going to tear you apart.”

“sunghoon, no! please!” you cry and beg. he wouldn’t eat you, he’d never, right?

“don’t worry, bun. i’m not going to eat you,” sunghoon chuckles and it vibrates against your skin. he licks a stripe from your collarbone to your ear, before whispering, “but i’m going to ravage you. you’re mine now, bunny.”

you tremble in his hold, cringing at the feeling of his tongue against your skin. “no! sunghoon! please, please!”

then suddenly, sunghoon lets you go. “no?”

“no!” you cry, pleading. “please!”

“run, bunny,” sunghoon smirks, his sharp canines making an appearance again. “i’ll count to three. i’ll give you a headstart. if i catch you, i get to take you.”

you turn on your heels immediately, scrambling to run for your life. you’re still naked, and the ground is rough on your feet as you try to dodge rocks and branches.

“one…”

you’re heaving, running so hard that you feel like you might throw up.

“two…”

but bunnies are known for being quick, aren’t they?

“three! i’m coming, bunny. you can’t hide from me!”

your heart drops. you don’t know where you are, but you know that sunghoon is already close, you hear his footsteps gradually getting closer to you, and you have nowhere to hide. you look around frantically, looking for something, anything.

your eyes land on a small hole, just big enough to burrow yourself in. that’s it, you think. you’ll hide there.

you’re almost in the hole, digging yourself deeper when you smell him.

“poor little bunny,” sunghoon’s voice is too close. “are you lost?”

he growls, and you feel his fingers close around your ankle as you get violently dragged from the hole. you were so close.

you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

“found you.” sunghoon looks crazy. he’s panting, his eyes wide with excitement. “i told you, you can’t hide from me. you’re mine. i could smell your fear from a mile away. could smell your sweet, little pussy calling out to me.

“no! please, let me go!” you thrash in his hold, but it’s no use. sunghoon is stronger than you as he straddles your hips, your wrists above your head and held by one of his hands as the other explores your body.

“shhh, bun. i’ll take good care of you,” sunghoon laughs, in a frenzy. “you smell unmated, fresh and sweet. i’ve never taken a bunny before. it’ll be both our first times, hm?”

you can’t reply anymore, you’re choking on your spit and tears, and you’re more than sure that there’s snot rolling down the sides of your cheeks as well.

“sweet, virgin bunny,” sunghoon leans in to lick your cheek, eating up all your tears and wetness. “you taste so good, i wonder how you taste down here.”

you kick your legs and thrash when sunghoon lifts his hips. it’s the wrong move, because sunghoon comes back up to snap his teeth at you. he bites at your jaw, not hard enough to break skin but enough to make you go limp—tranquilizing you.

“stay still, bunny. or i really might just eat you instead.”

you cry silently, finally giving up as sunghoon disappears below you. he spreads your legs open, exhaling at the sight of your pussy, all presented to him.

“you look delicious,” sunghoon leans in, inhaling deeply as he uses his fingers to spread your folds, exposing yourself to him. you feel wetness as he licks a stripe from your asshole to your clit. “you taste so good—i’m never going to get enough of you, bunny.”

you whimper as he licks you—practically eating you with his mouth. your clit is sensitive, the nub starting to swell against your will as he continues to devour you with his tongue.

“bunny,” sunghoon murmurs. “you like this, don’t you?”

“n-no! no, no!” you say, weak. you shake your head, trembling as your ears flatten.

“oh? but your body betrays you. your hole is already getting itself ready for my cock.” sunghoon chuckles, evil. “so wet already.”

sunghoon trails his fingers from your thighs to your pussy, and your hole flutters as he slowly sticks his two fingers past your entrance.

“fuck, bun, you’re so tight,” sunghoon groans. “your little virgin pussy is going to break when i get my cock in you. how are you going to take my knot like this?”

your eyes widen in fear. “knot? no—sunghoon, i can’t!”

“but you will,” sunghoon raises himself, and you’re horrified to see that he’s already nude. his cock is huge, hard and leaking. his cock is a deep shade of red, bordering on purple with how hard he is. “you’ll make it fit. it’s okay if it doesn’t. i’m still going to take you anyways.”

you shake your head as he gets closer to you, one hand around his cock as the tip prods at your entrance. “no! sunghoon! i’m not ready—you’re going to break me! please!”

sunghoon growls. “shut up. take it. take it like the innocent virgin bunny you are. i’m going to ruin you, you’re going to reek of alpha once i’m done with you. you’ll never be able to go home after this.”

he pushes into you roughly, and you can’t hold back the scream you let out. your voice cracks with the intensity of your scream. the pain is unbearable, your body just wants to cave in on itself and shut down.

“fuck, you’re so tight. i’m going to break you. i’m going to fill you with my litter. you’re never leaving, you’ll take my cum and carry my pups forever.”

sunghoon groans, his eyes never leaving yours as he fucks into you roughly, his balls slapping against your buttcheeks with every thrust. you smell the blood—the blood that leaves your cunt as sunghoon’s cock breaks past the first layer inside of you. it drips down your cheeks and onto the dirty ground beneath you, and you’re ashamed.

you’re no longer a virgin anymore. you’ve been taken and broken in by the worst kind—a wolf.

sunghoon growls, animalistic, slamming into you at a pace ao brutal that it bruises your insides—bruising your cervix. then you feel it, the tip of his cock breaching so deep into you, practically reaching your womb.

“you feel that?” sunghoon groans, rolling his eyes. “i’m so deep inside you, bunny. i’ve broken you, i’m going to fuck you so good, every day, every day until your stomach is round with my pups. and then i’ll do it again, and again, and again.”

you cry, but your body betrays you. the pain and pleasure makes you want to just die. you’re torn between submitting and fighting back.

your body seems to decide for you as you tighten around sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, yeah, you like this, don’t you? you like being used by me, huh? fucking whore. just wanted to get your virginity stolen away from you by a big, bad wolf, hm? that’s all you really needed, right?”

sunghoon never lets up. his cock pushes past the entrance of your womb with every thrust, and he’s losing himself in the feeling of being inside your tight, wet heat. your walls are so soft, so tight, practically sucking him in every time he pulls back out, just to slam back in harder than before.

your body keeps betraying you, because on a particularly hard thrust, you seize up, releasing wet, clear liquid all over sunghoon’s cock.

“i’m—i’m peeing!” you squeal, your release still squirting like a waterfall on sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, bunny, your little pussy just squirted all over me. you like it that much? fuck, fuck,” sunghoon growls, leaning down and pressing his face into your neck. “that’s it, keep squirting on alpha’s cock, just like that. make it all wet for me, fuck!”

sunghoon does the unimaginable then; he bites you. his teeth sink deep into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, biting down and breaking skin, his canines drawing blood from you.

you cry and scream and thrash in his hold, your pussy weakly clenching around his cock as he forces his mating bite onto you—claiming you as his for life.

you feel his cock swell, growing larger and bigger. you panic, trying to push him off of you, but it’s no use. he’s going to knot you, and you have no choice but to take it.

he pushes into you, breaking you open and shoving his knot inside of you. it hurts, you feel like you’ve been ripped open, and you can feel his body shake with pleasure as he finally releases his cum into your womb.

he keeps grinding and grinding as his cock shoots out more cum, filling you up with his white, hot release, marking you from the inside out.

he releases your neck, then, finally pulling his teeth out of you. you meet his eyes in horror, your mouth dropping open with a sob when you see blood—your blood all over sunghoon’s lips and chin.

he smirks, his teeth stained red, as he licks his lips.

“you’re mine now, little bunny. you can’t ever hide from me again.”

sunghoon grinds his cock, inflated with his knot, inside of you, and you know now—this is never going to end.

a/n: i feel insane it’s 2am i finished this in an hour pls bare w me if there r any mistakes…

You’ve been playing a dangerous game for a while now. Ever since you moved back in with your mom and her new husband, you’ve been subtly teasing him. He gets so flustered when he sees you in revealing clothes or when you’re loudly talking on the phone about sex. You love it, and you really want him to do something about how frustrated you make him feel.

Today is no different. You’re taking provocative selfies in the kitchen while Sunghoon makes you something to eat. He’s sweet that way, but the only thing you’re interested in eating is him.

“Come take a picture with me, daddy,” you demand in a way that doesn’t sound like an order.

You hold back a smirk as Sunghoon tenses slightly before he does as you say. He walks over to where you’re sitting by the island and steps behind you. With a pretty smile, you raise your phone up and pose. The camera catches Sunghoon nosing at your hairline and pressing a gentle kiss on your soft cheek. He looks at the camera as he cups your tits through your thin tank top. You gasp softly when his thumbs smooth over your nipples until they’re hard.

“Not wearing a bra?” Sunghoon hums in your ear like he guessed from the moment you came downstairs. “What a naughty girl.”

“Sunghoon,” you mewl in pleasure. Your eyes flutter as he keeps pinching and tugging on your nipples through your flimsy shirt. 

He tuts in mock disappointment. “You know that’s not what I want to hear, honey.”

“Daddy,” you whine as you push your tits further into his hands. Your thighs rub together to ease the ache pulsing in your clit. 

“That’s it. Good girl,” he groans deeply. Sunghoon pinches your nipples even harder, watching as your eyes shut at the feeling. 

He keeps playing with your tits as he tells you to take a picture. You lick your lips and raise your phone again. The pictures come out surprisingly good despite how lost you are in pleasure. Sunghoon tugs down your shirt so you flash the camera. You don’t stop taking pictures, and you cry out for your stepdad as his fingers flick and tug on your hard nipples. 

“Take some more pictures baby,” he tells you as he kisses your neck. “Send them to me.”

Your clit throbs as your panties fill with wetness. They start to stick to your throbbing lips as you keep taking pictures of your stepdad playing with your tits. Sunghoon keeps toying with your nipples as he looks over your shoulder and watches you send the hot pictures to him.

“Good girl,” he murmurs in your ear, making you whine. “Now, let’s go upstairs. We have a few hours before your mom gets home.”

In no time at all, you end up on the bed your stepdad shares with your mom. It’s all so filthy, but you don’t care. Especially not now that Sunghoon’s pressing you face down into the pillow as he rails you into his martial bed. The bed is shaking so hard that the rest of the pillows are starting to fall off the side. 

“Fuck. What a slutty stepdaughter I have, huh?” Sunghoon laughs as he pumps his cock harder into your greedy pussy. “Offering yourself to me even when your mom’s home. Naughty fucking girl.”

“Uh huh,” you agree as you turn your face to the side. Your ass is raised high in the air so Sunghoon can fuck his big cock deeper into your wet hole. “I’m a dirty little slut for my stepdaddy.”

“Goddamn,” Sunghoon groans as he slams his cock against your g-spot. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“Please!” You whine as your ass bounces back against his pelvis.

Sunghoon grins. “Beg for it again, little slut.”

“Daddy, please!” You cry out, dizzy with arousal as you start to drool on the pillow.

“So good. Such a tight little pussy,” your stepdad growls as he slips a hand down your hips to tease your throbbing clit. “Gonna make you squirt all over me.”

“Da–Daddy!” You squeal as he picks up the pace, ramming into your squelching pussy as he rubs fast circles on your swollen clit. 

“Fuck, am I glad your mom’s not home,” Sunghoon groans. He laughs darkly when your hot cunt clenches down on his throbbing cock. “Can’t let her see how good I fuck her daughter’s tight little pussy.”

You moan loudly as you start bouncing yourself back on his cock to get it deeper inside you. His filthy words are driving you closer to the edge, and you need him to keep talking. “This is so wrong, daddy. We shouldn’t be doing this—ah!”

“It is,” your stepdad agrees after he smacks your ass. “It’s wrong and so fucking dirty, honey. But it’s been so long since daddy got his dick wet, and I know how bad you wanted my cock in your tight hole. Couldn’t let you go without some dick, right, baby girl?”

You nod frantically as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Yes, yes! Needed your big cock in my pussy, daddy! Feels so fucking good!” 

“Yeah, it does,” he laughs meanly, giving your bouncing ass another rough slap. “Fuck. My dirty girl has the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.”

Sunghoon shoves his cock deep into your cunt and grinds, making you squirm and whine as his dick rubs against the spongy spot deep inside your pussy. Your hands twist in the sheets as he flicks and pinches your sensitive clit.

“Daddy. I’m gonna cum,” you moan into the pillow.

“Do it, baby girl,” he orders as his free hand comes down to slap your ass hard. “Cum all over my cock. I need to feel this tight little pussy squeeze me.”

It doesn’t take long before you’re screaming in pleasure as your orgasm crashes into you. Your cunt clamps rhythmically around Sunghoon’s fat cock as you squirt all over him and your mom’s bed. He groans in appreciation, fucking into you harder so you keep covering him in your filth.

“Oh, honey, that feels so fucking good,” your stepdad praises you as his big hands slap your ass again and make you squeal. “Fucking work that pussy on my cock. Daddy has a nice load for you.”

“You can’t cum inside,” you whine even though you don’t mean your words. Your pussy flutters at the thought of Sunghoon’s cum filling your cunt.

“Why not?” Sunghoon grunts ravenously, hips not stopping. “You don’t like getting your little pussy creamed?”

“D-Don’t know,” you say honestly. A loud whimper escapes you when Sunghoon’s fingers slide over your hip to start working soft circles into your clit again. “Never been creampied.”

Sunghoon’s thick cock throbs in delight as a wolfish grin takes over his face. “You’ve never had a boy creampie your cute little pussy?”

When you shake your head, Sunghoon makes a filthy decision. 

“Don’t you wanna know what it feels like? Daddy will give you a nice, hot load if you want it.”

“W-What if I get pregnant?” You mewl as your toes curl.

Sunghoon groans as he fucks his cock into you harder. “That’s the point, baby. Why do you think I’m fucking you raw? Daddy loves to breed cute little pussies like yours.”

The cry you let out is filthy, and Sunghoon can tell by the way your pussy stains his pulsing cock with cream that the idea turns you on as much as it does him. “Let daddy fill you up, baby girl. It’s going to feel so good. I promise.”

You fuck yourself back on him, feeling yourself get even wetter at the thought of him getting you pregnant. His cock pulses and throbs inside you after you give him permission. You’re both getting off to the fucked up scenario of you ending up pregnant with your stepdad’s child. 

“Cum in me, daddy,” you whine, mewling as his fingers rub your clit even faster. “Want your cum! Want to feel it inside my little pussy!”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans, hips snapping hard against your ass. “Ready? Fucking take it. Take all of your daddy’s load deep in this needy little pussy.”

You moan loudly when you feel his hot cum filling your cunt. Your stepdad stuffs you so full it starts to drip out around his cock. He fucks his spent cock into your sloppy pussy as he pinches your clit. Sunghoon moans your name as he watches your back arch when a second orgasm rakes through you. Eventually he slows into a stop, breathing heavily as the last of his cum spurts into your used hole.

Sunghoon slowly pulls out of you with a grunt. His eyes are fixed on your messy pussy as his cum slowly leaks out of it. He licks his lips when he sees your fucked out expression.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he runs his palms up the back of your trembling thighs.

Sunghoon slaps your ass hard. His cock twitches when you cry out erotically. With a quiet laugh, he smacks your plump ass again. 

“Daddy’s gonna have so much fun with you, honey,” he grins although you can’t see it. “I’m about to wreck this little pussy. Daddy has to teach you a lesson for being such a naughty girl.”

Sunghoon hears you cry out for him, and it fills him with excitement as his cock slowly comes back to life. His hand comes down again, slapping your ass to watch it bounce under his palm. Hearing you whine gets his blood pumping. Juices and cum keep oozing from your cunt, pussy lips already soaked and messy. 

“What a pretty pussy,” he groans as he starts to stroke his cock.

Sunghoon wants to do so many things to you that he’s not even sure where to start. Dark eyes hungrily stare at your trembling thighs and wet pussy. 

“Fuck,” he rasps out, dick throbbing as it drips with precum at the filthy sight. “Need to give this cute pussy some of daddy’s kisses.”

With that, your stepdad spreads your pussy lips and  watches hungrily as clear strings of arousal drip down your thighs and onto the bed. He lets go and spanks your pussy with a wet slap. Your body trembles with desire as you moan loudly.

“Is my naughty girl ready for daddy’s kisses?” Sunghoon calls out loudly, fingers spreading your cunt open again. 

“Yes, yes! Want your mouth on my pussy, daddy!” You cry out as your hips rock back.

Sunghoon laughs deeply as he pinches your pulsing bud. “Mmm, yeah. This slutty pussy needs daddy’s attention.”

Your stepdad bends down and runs his tongue through your wet folds, groaning at the taste of you two mixed together. His large hands hold your hips in face as he eagerly buries his face in your cunt to lap up the remnants of cum left behind. Sunghoon’s wet tongue fucks into your dripping hole greedily. He quickly loses himself in your sweet taste.

Sunghoon groans and tilts your hips up, holding you at an angle that has you clamping down on his tongue. He slips his tongue out of your hole to lick and suck at your throbbing clit. Your cries and moans are absolutely filthy as he laps at your sensitive bud. His grip on your hips tighten, not letting you arch away from the intense pleasure he’s giving you.

More of your juices coat his face as he keeps teasing and sucking on your clit. Eventually, he shoves his tongue back into your clenching hole to lap up all the cum and arousal spilling out of your pussy. He spanks your ass, making your velvety walls flutter around his tongue. It doesn’t take much for you to cum again. Sunghoon groans and laps it all up, cock leaking and aching to get inside you again. Knowing you can’t take much more, he pulls away and watches with satisfaction as you rock back toward him. 

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up, baby girl,” Sunghoon promises as he spanks your ass hard. 

You wiggle your ass in excitement. “Please!”

Your stepdad smacks his leaking tip against your pussy lips and throbbing clit. With a deep grunt, he glides his cock across your soaked cunt until he’s covered in your arousal. Sunghoon presses his fat tip into your hole and watches as your pussy sucks him in inch by inch until he completely bottoms out. He hears you whining into the pillow, and it makes him fuck his cock into you deeper. 

The noises you make drive him wild. He wants to be buried in your pussy all the fucking time. Now, he’ll always be excited when your mom leaves the house. He’s going to start counting down the minutes until he can taste your hot little pussy—until he can fill your hot little pussy. 

Sunghoon has to hold back from cumming inside you so quickly. Just watching it drip down your thighs and onto the bed he shares with your mom is driving him closer to the edge. His hips stutter as he pulls all the way out and fucks his cock back into your wet pussy roughly. 

“Gonna pound this slutty pussy until you learn your lesson,” Sunghoon groans and squeezes your ass until you’re mewling and arching your back. “Fuck. My stepdaughter is so dirty. You want daddy to cream this hot little cunt again, huh?”

Sunghoon’s pace gets rougher and needier when you cry out and beg him to cream your pussy again. Fuck. He’s going to breed your cute cunt until it’s leaking with his cum. His hips pick up speed as the bed jostles with his movements. 

“Yes, daddy!” You cry out as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck me! Fuck your slutty stepdaughter!”

Your pussy is dripping all over his cock, and Sunghoon can’t get enough of it. He keeps pounding his cock into your hole, heavy balls slapping your clit with a nasty plap. The room reeks of sex and filth, and he briefly pictures his wife walking in on him being balls deep in her pretty daughter. The filthy image makes his balls tighten up and pushes him closer to cumming. 

“Filthy fucking girl,” Sunghoon groans as he brings both hands down to your ass to spreads your cheeks. His dark eyes are trained on the way his fat cock stretches out your tight cunt. “Screaming for me like you want our neighbors to hear how good your stepdad fucks you.”

Once again, you cry out his name like a pornstar. You tremble with pleasure as you squirt all over his big cock for the second time. Sunghoon groans in satisfaction, fucking his big cock into you faster to prolong your orgasm. There’s only one end in sight. It’s him fucking you and breeding your hot cunt until you’re carrying his baby. He’s going to keep you on his cock until his wife gets back.

“Ready, baby girl?” Sunghoon coos as hand goes to your hip as the other spanks your ass. “Daddy’s about to cream your little hole.” 

Your stepdad rams his dick into your squelching pussy until you’re screaming in pleasure. Lewd squelching and skin slapping fills the room and mixes in with your filthy moans and Sunghoon’s deep groans. Your pussy clamps down on his cock until he buries himself deep into your pulsing hole and cums. Rope after rope of hot, sticky cum fills your clenching pussy as you milk his cock. 

“So good,” he grunts, rocking and grinding his dick into your clenching hole. “I love breeding this slutty pussy.”

Sunghoon slowly slips his dick out of you and watches his cum drip from your spasming pussy. His spent cock twitches at the filthy sight. He spanks your messy cunt and licks his lips.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, honey. Your punishment is far from over.”

“Fuck, so tight,” Sunghoon groans low in his throat as his cock slowly ruts in and out of your obscenely wet pussy. “This little pussy just needed a big cock, huh?”

Your eyes flutter as they open slowly. You mewl softly, still not fully awake but still vaguely aware of what’s going on. The filthy words register a second later. Even in your sleepy state, your eyes roll to the back of your head as pleasure clouds your senses.

“Goddamn, baby girl. You feel so fucking good,” Sunghoon moans. He grinds into your cunt before slowly easing his dick out of you, only to sink back in again. “Should’ve done this way sooner.”

Large hands squeeze your hips and keep you pressed against the bed. You whimper as Sunghoon slowly fucks his big cock in and out of your dripping hole. Despite this being only being the second time he fucks you, he already knows where your g-spot is because he keeps slamming his fat tip against it.

A second later, you feel a hot, wet suction sensation around your nipple and slowly realize that you’re completely naked. Sunghoon pulls of your stiff bud with a pop and bites across your skin to your other tit. He hums against the supple skin as he sucks marks around the hard nipple. Whining in pleasure, your hips roll against his while Sunghoon bites your nipple before sucking it softly. 

“You finally awake, honey?” He mouths against your sternum, teeth scraping against the soft peaks of your breasts. “Can you feel how deep my cock is fucking your slutty pussy?”

With a harsh thrust that jostles your body, your bleary gaze takes in Sunghoon boxing you in as he fucks his cock deeper into your clenching pussy. A low whine slips past your lips as Sunghoon bites your nipple roughly. Your body feels sore already, but you welcome the sensation.

“Been having fun with you all night,” he laughs, low and deep, making your pussy clamp down tightly around his fat dick. “Ate this pretty pussy out for hours. Then I had to suck on these cute nipples.”

“D-Daddy!” You gasp hotly, nails digging into his shoulders. “W-What about my m-mom?”

He grunts and fucks you slow and deep, cock barely leaving your tight hole as he moves his hips. “Don’t worry about her. She’s still sleeping.”

It’s starting to get light outside, and you wonder exactly how long your stepdad has been using you in your sleep while his unsuspecting wife sleeps in the other room. You can’t really care because his big cock is splitting you open so deliciously. 

“God. I almost creamed your cute hole, baby,” he coos at you. Your clit throbs as he grinds his pelvis against it. “You’re so hot and tight for me. Fuck. This sweet little pussy was made for my cock.”

You shudder underneath him, eyes rolling back as he grinds against the spongy spot inside your molten pussy. 

“Do you want to hear more about how daddy was playing with you?” Sunghoon asks before he swoops down and sucks on your bottom lip.

“Yes, please,” you chase after his mouth, but he pulls away with a sly smile. 

“I didn’t know you were such a heavy sleeper. You didn’t even stir when I took all your clothes off and spread your legs,” he laughs in a way that’s too cute for what he’s doing to you. “And then I just couldn’t help but kiss every single part of you.”

With a needy cry, your hands drift from his shoulders to his arms. “Daddy, please.”

The muscle in his jaw twitches as he roughly snaps his hips forward, bullying his cock deeper into your tight pussy. 

“Gave myself a pussy job. Then I licked and sucked on your tits. I bit your cute nipples until you were soaking my cock,” he moves his hands back up your body to pinch and tug on your stiff peaks. “Once your hot pussy was nice and wet, I decided to kiss and lick it—I know how much you like that.”

You feel slick gush out around his cock as his words drive your arousal higher and higher, the band in your abdomen growing tight as your orgasm steadily approaches.

He laughs at you. You’re too fucking cute. “So, of course I had to kiss my favorite girl’s pretty pussy.” 

Sunghoon’s hands move to press your hips down against the bed so he can drill his cock even deeper into your spasming cunt. 

“Ngh, daddy! Gonna cum,” you whine with sleep thick in your voice as your legs tremble.

“Not yet,” he laughs, eyes dark and mean. “Daddy’s gonna play with your sweet little cunt all night. Why don’t you just go back to sleep, honey? Let me use you like a fucktoy.”

You cry out loudly as your orgasm suddenly hits, surprising you both with its intensity. Sunghoon groans at the feeling of your hot little  pussy fluttering and milking his cock. He stills inside of you, cock flexing and throbbing wildly. You whimper and scratch his biceps while you cum around his big dick. 

“Fuck me,” he hisses, hands hot and heavy as they grip your hips tight enough to bruise. “Did you just fucking cum? What a slut.”

His fingers dip down to rub your swollen clit, wanting to prolong your orgasm. You buck against him at the painful yet pleasurable feeling on your sensitive bud. 

“Daddy’s gonna use you all the time. You know that, right?” He whispers against the shell of your ear as he rolls his hips against yours, cock gliding in and out of your squelching pussy. “Next time, I’ll make you guess how many times I creampied this sweet little hole after you wake up.”

Your back arches off of the bed with a mewling whine. His gaze turns dark when he sees you fucking your pussy into his movements. 

“God, am I fucking lucky,” he says before he kisses you, hot tongue pressing greedily past your lips. 

“Daddy,” you whimper into his mouth dazedly. 

“Got the sluttiest little stepdaughter,” his voice drips with honey. “Always needs her sweet little cunt stuffed with my cum.”

Your body feels wrecked in the best possible way as he continues to fuck you into your mattress. The sounds of someone going downstairs makes Sunghoon pause, pulsing cock still snugly buried inside your dripping heat. 

“Sounds like your mom’s awake,” he grins down at you filthily. “Guess we’ll need to be extra quiet.”

Your cunt pulses around him, and his grin widens. 

“Oh? Trying to get caught? What a dirty girl,” he coos darkly. “Maybe I shouldn’t breed your cunt since you can’t be quiet.”

“Please, please,” you gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as you rock your hips against his, “I’ll be quiet, I swear. Please, daddy. Don’t stop.”

He groans and keeps fucking your pussy with deep strokes. “I won’t stop, honey. Fuck, don’t think I could if I wanted to.”

“Please, daddy,” your head falls back onto your pillow. “Wanna cum again.”

“Goddamn, baby,” he hisses, roughly circling his thumb on your clit as he grinds into your pussy. 

Sunghoon kisses you deeply as his fingers pinch your pudgy bud, making your hips buck forward as pleasure washes over your body. Your walls pulse and cling to his dick, making him groan and snap his hips into you harder.

“So good. So fucking good for daddy,” he groans.

Your loud moans are swallowed when your stepdad kisses you again. He buries his cock deep inside your spasming cunt and cums hard. His hot, thick spunk coats your walls as he fucks it deeper into your pussy. 

You sigh in bliss when he slowly pulls his cock out of your used cunt. Sunghoon hisses at the sensation and presses one last kiss on your lips. He gently nips your bottom lip before he pulls away.

“Daddy’s not done with you, baby.”

Now, you’re fully awake as Sunghoon manhandles you until you’re bent over the bed. He stands behind you and strokes his filthy cock as he licks his lips. With a deep groan, he swipes his fingers across your slit to gather all the filth leaking from it.

“You’re so wet for me, baby girl. Like it when daddy plays with this cute pussy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, burying your face into the sheets. “I want you so bad.”

“Fuck,” he hisses before landing a loud slap on your ass. “What a filthy girl.”

“Daddy,” you moan when he spanks your ass again. “Want your cock.”

“Shh, baby. Keep quiet unless you want your mom to come in here and see her little girl being split open on my cock,” he laughs. “Maybe you do want that. Show her how your tight little pussy swallows her husband’s cock.”

Arousal drips from your hole and glistens on your thighs as Sunghoon spanks you over and over until the skin is hot. Without any warning, you feel him notch the fat head of his cock against your cunt and bottom out in one delicious stroke. His palm covers your mouth right as you scream, body thrashing underneath his weight. 

“Shh, baby girl,” your stepdad’s amused voice murmurs in your ear, “I’m just giving you what you want. Don’t you want daddy’s big cock stuffing you full?”

Your eyes roll back as he grinds even deeper into your pussy. The tip of his dick brushes against your sweet spot in a way that makes your cunt gush. A pleasurable pain shoots up your spine. His hand moves from your mouth to press against the back of your head while the other slips under your body, pulling on your clit back so the sensitive nub can grind against the duvet. 

A broken moan leaves your lips. The squelching from his dick pistoning into your cunt sounds loud and salacious in your room. His rough thrusts grind your clit against your sheets, sending molten heat to pool in your belly. Sunghoon’s hand grips your head and pulls you up until your body arches off the bed. 

“This pussy’s just made for my cock, isn’t it, honey?” He grunts. “Fuck. Your mom could walk in at any moment and see me pounding your hot little cunt.”

Your stepdad’s dick brushes against your g-spot, making you squeal and clamp down on it. He groans when you coat it with more of your cream.

“Daddy,” you whine. “I’m so close. I wanna cum, please let me cum.”

“Such a good little slut,” he praises through a laugh. “What if I said no?”

You whine again. “Please. I’ll be so good for you, daddy. I wanna cum on your cock—need you to cum in my pussy.”

Sunghoon laughs again and stills inside your throbbing walls. Your hips writhe back, trying to grind down on his cock, but he stops you with an iron grip on your waist. 

“That’s two different things, baby girl. You want to cream on my cock,” Sunghoon slips a hand down to your spread open cunt to teasingly rub your swollen clit. “But then, say you need me to cum inside your needy pussy. Which is it?”

“Fuck, please,” you mewl, brain hazy with pleasure, “I need both, daddy! Please!”

“Since you’re asking so nicely, I’ll let you have both,” he coos against your hair. “Cream on my cock, then I’ll breed this sweet hole until it’s dripping with my cum.”

A deep shudder goes through your body when he tells you he’s going to give you what you want. Your hips buck forward into his fingers before pressing back against his rough movements. Sunghoon’s cock slips in and out of your cunt roughly. You whine and moan into your sheets, briefly wondering if you’re being too loud. Honestly, you don’t care, and you can tell your stepdad doesn’t either.

Sunghoon rubs a few more fast circles against your pudgy clit, and your orgasm overtakes your senses. Your pussy clamps down and pulses against his cock as he fucks you harder and harder. He bites down on your shoulder before burying his cock deep inside your hole. Hot cum spurts from his tip as his balls empty into your pussy. 

“Good girl,” he praises lovingly as he sinks more of his weight onto your back until you’re both prone on the bed.

Your stepdad’s weight feels nice. It’s slowly lulling you into a sleepy daze as he caresses your sides and brushes your hair away from your face. He hisses when his cock softens enough to slip from your messy cunt. Sunghoon’s dark gaze lingers on your ruined pussy, watching your slick and his cum drip onto the bed. He cuddles you into his broad chest until a sharp knock startles you both. 

“Sweetheart, are you awake?”

You freeze and look at Sunghoon who only laughs to himself. He leisurely gets up off your bed and goes into your closet. You can’t help but feel endeared as he winks and closes the door. Even in situations like this one, his teasing nature remains. It makes you smile to yourself. You shakily get up and get back under your covers. 

“Y-yeah, come in,” you answer her, hoping your room doesn’t smell too much like sex. 

“I’m leaving now. I won’t be back until the afternoon,” she says normally. “And don’t stay in your room all day. Sunghoon thinks you don’t like him because you stay locked in here all the time.”

You keep your expression neutral even though you want to look at the closet with an incredulous expression. It’s obvious that it’s all part of his facade to keep your mom none the wiser, but it still caught you off guard. And you just know he has the biggest smirk on his face behind that door.

Your mom pauses before she walks out the door. “And clean up in here. It smells weird.”

Hiding your smirk is hard. Had it been so long for her that she forgot what some nasty, hot sex smells like?

Minutes later, you hear her walk down the stairs. Your closet door swings open, and Sunghoon doesn’t hesitate to get back into bed with you he pulls you into his arms and presses a sweet kiss on your temple.

“You’re okay, baby?” He murmurs in the quiet between you. 

He caresses a strand of your hair before sweeping his palm across your neck and down your back. 

“Mhm. I’m tired again,” you say through a yawn.

Sunghoon gives you a pretty smile as you snuggle closer to him. Your body buzzes with pleasure as you go slack against him. With a gentle hum, Sunghoon presses another kiss on the top of your head as you both relax into each other and drift off to sleep.

You keep fucking Sunghoon even though you know it’s risky. The sex is too good, and you know he feels the same way. Neither of you care about the place or the time. If one of you wants to fuck, you do. You’re both so filthy and ravenous that sometimes you wonder how long you can keep going without someone finding out. Especially since it seems like your stepdad keeps trying to get caught fucking you.

“C’mon, baby, let me hear you,” he goads, fingers buried knuckle deep in your cunt as you sit next to him on the couch.

You moan loudly as the sloppy wet sounds coming from your pussy fill the living room. “Fu–Fuck. Daddy!”

“Your mom’s gonna be back soon,” Sunghoon reminds you with a dirty smirk. “Hurry and cum on my fingers.”

Sunghoon adds a third finger to your stuffed hole. Your eyes roll back as they rub against the spongy spot deep inside your pussy. Sunghoon bites your neck, sucking on the skin as his thumb slowly rubs your swollen clit. Your mind is hazy with pleasure, and you know you’re close to getting the nice couch all dirty with your slick.

“Oh fuck, daddy,” you moan as you toss your head back against the couch. It makes it easier for him to suck and bite your neck. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” Sunghoon groans into your soft skin. “This hungry little pussy’s just sucking my fingers in. Can’t wait to have it wrapped around my cock.”

“Daddy,” you gasp wantonly as your hips roll down into his hand. “I want that so fucking bad! Want your cock now!”

“Oh, I know,” he coos as he kisses your cheek sweetly. “My baby girl needs daddy to breed her sweet pussy all day long.”

Pleasure overcomes you as your thighs fall open even wider. “Fuck, yes! Please! I want you to cum in me so bad!”

Sunghoon groans and fucks his fingers into your pussy even deeper. Ever since he spent hours creaming your little cunt over and over, you got addicted to it. Not that he’s any better. Your juices splash against his palm as it slaps against your clit.

The sound of your phone ringing cuts through all the nasty sounds, but it doesn’t slow Sunghoon down. Not even as you shakily pick it up to see who’s calling. 

“It’s my mom,” you whimper and he only smirks, fingers still pumping into your sweet cunt. “Sunghoon.”

“Answer it, slut,” he slows his rough pace but keeps his fingers rubbing against your g-spot as you obey him and answer the call. 

“H-hey, mom,” you swallow down the moans wanting to escape. “Y-yeah. My boyfriend’s here.”

Sunghoon laughs into your neck and picks up the hard, fast pace again. Your tight pussy is squelching loudly as you squirm against the couch.

“Huh? We were just h-hanging out,” you shut your eyes, hoping the orgasm you feel building in your core holds off just a little longer. 

“You’re on your way home?” You repeat before you bite your lip. Your eyes flutter as Sunghoon’s thumb circles your clit just right, driving your arousal higher and higher with every press. “No, it’s okay. He’ll be gone by the t-time you get back.”

You barely register the fact that she’s telling you that you don’t have much time to keep fucking your stepdad because she’ll be home soon. You’re too far gone in your pleasure to actually care.

“Okay. Love you, too. Bye.”

Your phone drops to the couch as Sunghoon’s fingers push you over the edge. Slick gushes from your cunt and squirts out all over the couch. It also gets all over Sunghoon’s arm and on the floor. Your stepdad’s smirk is filthy as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of your clenching hole.

“Oh, fuck! Fuck, daddy!” you wail as your back arches in pleasure. 

You squirt again as his fingers keep rubbing and pressing against the spongy spot inside your cunt that makes your walls flutter like crazy. After making you cum again, he finally eases his fingers out of your pulsing cunt, lightly caressing your clit with his wet fingers until you’re whimpering. Licking your lips, you let your arousal dictate your next actions.

“Fuck me,” you say as you spread your pussy open, further exposing your wet folds and your tiny hole that’s clenching around nothing. “Breed me right here, right now, daddy.”

“Fuck,” Sunghoon growls out as he quickly shoves his underwear down his thighs to pull his cock free. 

You moan as soon as you see his sticky tip. “Please, daddy. I want your cock so fucking bad.”

Pulling his swollen cock all the way out, he pushes you on your back and slaps it down on your puffy bud. You mewl and grind your pussy against his cock, wanting nothing more than to get stretched out and bred.

“I’ll give it to you, honey,” your stepdad smirks as he lines his tip up with your hole. “Gonna breed this juicy fucking cunt until you can’t take it anymore.”

You choke out a moan as he bottoms out inside you. Sunghoon’s fat tip knocks against your sweet spot so roughly that it makes you scream. He wraps a palm around your neck as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Your eyes roll back as he squeezes your neck. The feeling is sending you to another dimension as he fucks you fast and deep. 

“What a fucking slut,” Sunghoon laughs meanly as he pinches your clit. “You’re gonna get us caught since I’m not stopping. I told you that I’m gonna breed you all day.”

“Don’t care,” you gasp as your pussy clamps around his cock. “Just fill me up, daddy. It feels so fucking good.”

“Goddamn,” Sunghoon moans as his cock throbs in delight. “You’re so fucking perfect. Got the best little pussy.”

You whine when he squeezes your neck again. It makes his dick twitch inside you.

“Fuck, baby girl. I love how tight you get when I choke you.”

Your pussy spasms on his dick when he tightens his hold on your throat. It makes you dizzy with pleasure as your body jostles with every powerful thrust of his. You’re already close again, and you can tell your stepdad is too.

“So tight,” Sunghoon groans, fat tip battering against your g-spot as he fucks you harder. “It feels like you don’t want me pulling out. Fuck. This sweet pussy is always trying to suck daddy’s cock back in.”

All you can do is moan and move your hips to meet his rough thrusts. His cock is hitting so deep inside you that you swear you’re starting to see stars.

“Dumb little slut. Daddy’s dicking you down so good you can’t even say anything,” he grins wickedly, squeezing your throat even tighter.

You nod as much as you can, and he eases some of the pressure on your throat. He fucks into you harder, leaking tip practically kissing your womb as his pelvis rocks against your sensitive clit. The toe-curling sensation has your walls rhythmically pulsing around his cock.

Sunghoon rails his dick into your pussy, grinding all along the spongy spot in your cunt that has you clenching down on him hard. He lets go of your throat to grab your waist, pulling you down on his cock as it pistons into your dripping cunt. “Fuck. Gonna keep this tight little pussy on my cock all day. Don’t care if your mom is home. You belong on my dick.”

“I want that too, daddy,” you mewl desperately as he keeps hammering into your pussy.

You cry out loudly as Sunghoon’s fingers slip down your body to tease your puffy clit. He keeps fucking his aching cock into you, desperate to make you cum all over his dick.

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock so I can cream this sweet cunt,” Sunghoon murmurs heatedly. “I know you want it, baby girl.”

Your stepdad’s fingers smooth over your sensitive bud as his cock plunges into your squelching pussy. The delicious sensations make the tight coil in your lower abdomen snap. Sunghoon leans down and sinks his teeth into your neck as you cum, pussy fluttering and milking his throbbing dick. A loud moan slips past your lips. He fucks his dick deeper into your clenching pussy until he knocks his fat tip into your g-spot one last time. 

Sunghoon groans loudly when he spills his hot sticky cum into your cunt. Thick, hot ropes spurt from his cock, stuffing your cunt full. 

“Oh, fuck, daddy!” You whimper, cunt clenching rhythmically around Sunghoon’s cock. 

He slowly pulls his dick out, stroking the head to spill a few more ropes of cum on your swollen pussy and clit. Your stepdad licks his lips hungrily as he slaps his cock against your messy pussy before he pulls away. 

“We’re not finished.”  

His ravenous declaration makes your pussy clench and push more cum out of you. Sunghoon pulls you up and wraps your legs around his waist as he carries you upstairs into your room. Shutting your door, he shoves you up against it and licks into your mouth messily. You moan into his mouth as he kisses you heatedly.

“We have to hurry, daddy,” you say between filthy kisses.

“Don’t I already tell you, baby girl?” Sunghoon hums against your lips as he walks over to your bed and gently eases you on it. “I’m keeping you on my cock all day. I don’t care if your mom catches us.”

Sunghoon nips at your jaw as his hands trails down your naked body. He stops just before reaching the place where you need him the most. “Want daddy to play with your cute pussy until you’re soaking the sheets?”

“Yes, please, daddy,” you gasp as he sucks and bites the skin underneath your jaw. 

The hand on your abdomen glides down to run his fingers across your dripping slit. You whine when he finally teases your clit with slow swipes of his fingertips.

“So wet already,” he places gentle kisses down your throat. “You want my fingers in your needy pussy, baby?”

“Yes,” you hiss as you rock your hips, trying to get him to press against your swollen bud more.

Without any warning, he plunges two fingers deep in your leaking hole. They stroke against the front of your cunt to rub against the spongy spot that makes you clamp down on the digits. He roughly fucks his fingers in and out of your pussy until you’re whining nonstop.

“Do you see this?” He growls in your ear, middle and ring fingers buried deep in your cunt while his thumb rubs circles on your clit. 

Your bleary eyes look down at your naked body to watch as he scissors his fingers in and out of your soaked hole. 

“This is my cute little pussy,” he bites your neck, and you moan loudly. “Only mine.”

“Yeah, it’s all yours, daddy,” you whine as your fingers dig into his biceps. 

“Want me to give her some kisses?” Sunghoon whispers, fucking his fingers in and out of your pussy slowly. He lets the heel of his palm softly smack against your pudgy bud to make you drip with more arousal.

“Fuck yes,” you wail, eyelashes fluttering as he kisses your neck. “Kiss my needy pussy.”

Sunghoon groans and slips his fingers out of you before he starts trailing wet kisses down your tits. He teases each of your nipples with his teeth, sucking on the stiff buds until your back arches. With a deep laugh, he continues to kiss his way down your stomach to the apex of your thighs. Sighing in pleasure, he kisses your wet clit. 

“So sweet,” he rumbles low in his throat. “My slutty girl.”

Your stepdad’s soft lips kiss your aching clit over and over. He drools a line of spit down onto your bud before running his tongue through your pussy lips to lap at your dripping hole. With a moan, your legs fall open further.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, dark eyes watching you from between your thighs. “Keep spreading your legs for me, honey.”

You whimper loudly before you thread your hands in Sunghoon’s hair as he goes back down on you. His slick tongue flutters against your clit before he sucks it into his hot mouth. He bites down gently, and it sends an electric spark up your spine.

“Fuck, daddy! Your mouth feels so good,” you whine high in your throat. 

Groaning, he grinds against the mattress while he buries his face deeper into your cunt. His wet tongue fucks into your pussy eagerly like he wants to lick you clean. Sunghoon rubs his nose across your clit as his tongue slides in and out of your slick hole. He hums as you gush on his tongue with every sensual movement. It doesn’t take much for him to make you forget everything except the feeling of his mouth on your pussy.

The band of arousal in your abdomen gets tighter and tighter as he makes out with your pussy with a sloppy enthusiasm that has you moaning like a pornstar. Your arousal coats your inner thighs to the point it drips down your ass onto the sheets underneath. His hands hike your legs up over his shoulders so he can delve deeper into your pussy. With the new angle, it feels like his tongue reaches deeper inside you. His mouth presses against your cunt in a way that has you rolling your hips against his face. 

Hearing the wet noises of his mouth on your cunt makes your nipples tighten and ache. You bring your hands up to cup your tits and pinch the stiff buds. It makes you drip with more arousal, and Sunghoon immediately notices. He lifts his dark eyes, cock throbbing in delight when he sees you playing with your pretty tits.

“Mmm, fuck yeah. Play with those pretty tits, baby,” he growls as he moves up to suck on your clit softly. “Pinch those puffy little nipples until it hurts.”

“Daddy,” you sigh, eyes fluttering as you tug and roll your hard nipples. “I’m so fucking close. Gonna cum!”

Sunghoon pulls away and sits back. A sigh of relief slips from him as he starts to stroke his thick cock. 

“You will—on my cock,” your stepdad grins down at you. “Daddy’s gonna stuff your hot cunt until you’re nice and full.” 

You mewl desperately, hands moving forward to grasp at the air in front of him. His heart swells with affection when he sees how badly you want him. “Need your cock so bad! My little pussy’s so empty, daddy!”

“Fuck,” he hisses, quickly crawling back on top of you and boxing you in with his lithe body.

Your stepdad drags his big cock up your thighs, leaving a sticky trail of precum on your skin until the fat head rests below your belly button. You both moan when you see how deep he’s going to be inside you. Precum pools on your skin as it drips from his cockhead. Sunghoon gives you a heated kiss, sucking on your tongue and biting your bottom lip before he has to pull away.

Sunghoon grabs the base of his fat cock and slaps the leaking tip against your pudgy clit. You whine as he rubs his cock through your soaked folds, smearing your arousal everywhere. He presses down harder and lets his head dip in and out of your clenching heat until you’re rocking up into the motion, tempting him to push inside your cunt fully. 

“Please, daddy. Need you to fuck me and cream my little pussy,” you moan wantonly.

“Fuck, honey. You know I can’t ever say no to you,” Sunghoon smirks, finally notching the head of his cock at your leaking hole. 

With a low groan, your stepdad thrusts forward, sliding inch by inch into your pussy until he bottoms out. Your walls pulse and squeeze around his fat cock.

“Oh, that’s it. Fuck. Such a good girl, squeezing me so fucking good,” he coos in your ear as he settles more of his weight down onto your body. 

“Daddy, please,” you choke out, legs wrapping around his waist, arching your back so he can fuck into you even deeper.

Sunghoon pulls out and thrusts his cock into your pussy until he bottoms out again, heavy balls slapping against your ass. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he presses you down on the bed.

“Always such a perfect fit,” he moans, fucking into your cunt faster. “Pretty pussy’s made for my cock.”

Your mouth drops open as his dick reaches deep inside you. Sunghoon fucks you deep and slow until you’re writhing in pleasure. You roll your hips into his as your pussy clenches down on him. “F-Fuck, daddy. Wanna cum for you.”

Sunghoon’s heart thumps harshly in his chest as he swoops down to press a sweet kiss on your lips. He fucks his cock into your g-spot until slick drips down his heavy balls. You reach up to tangle your hands into his hair as he slowly slams his cock into your fluttering walls.

“You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, baby girl,” Sunghoon groans before he kisses your lips again. “You want daddy to breed your greedy hole?”

”Yes, yes,” you moan, hips writhing desperately. “Breed my pussy, daddy! I need it so fucking bad.”

Your stepdad laughs darkly and starts to roughly pump his cock into you. It has your pussy pulsing and gripping his cock tightly. Sunghoon presses his lips on yours. He licks into your mouth, tongue slipping inside to tease your own. You eagerly kiss him back, mewling and moaning between the sloppy kisses.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking perfect, honey,” Sunghoon groans as his cock pulses and throbs.

Your body shivers at his affectionate words. Sunghoon rocks his hips down, pelvis catching on your clit just right as his balls smack against your ass with every rough thrust. You mewl as your toes curl in pleasure.

“I’m getting close,” you moan loudly.

Sunghoon picks up the pace. His girthy cock pistons in and out of your pussy savagely. Sloppy, wet sounds echo in your room, making you clench down on him tighter. The way he moans makes you grin. 

“Cum on my cock so I can breed this pretty pussy, baby. Let daddy fill you up,” your stepdad says adoringly as nips your bottom lip with a grin of his own.

Your clit throbs with every brush of his pelvis. The dizzying sensation makes you squeeze down on his cock tighter and tighter as he grinds against your g-spot. Your legs tighten around his waist until he can barely pull out. Sunghoon grins fondly and starts to rut his cock in short, shallow thrusts as your climax overtakes your body. Thrashing and moaning, your pussy clenches and flutters around his thick cock as your eyes roll back in your head.

”Fuck. You’re gonna make me cum, baby girl,” Sunghoon says through a groan.

“Do it, daddy,” you demand cutely. “My little pussy’s ready for you.”

“That’s it, honey. Let daddy breed this sweet cunt.”

Sunghoon moans your name as his cock throbs and kicks inside you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he spills a hot load of cum deep inside your cunt, soft walls milking every drop from his heavy balls. 

“So good,” your stepdad pants, sloppily kissing your neck as he softly thrusts into your clenching heat. “Fuck. Your little pussy was made to get fucked and bred by me.”

You can only whine out nonsense as he pumps rope after rope of thick, sticky cum in your fluttering hole. Sunghoon’s pelvis smacks against your clit and sending little shockwaves of overstimulation throughout your body. He finally pulls out with a groan, half hard cock shooting out another spurt of cum to coat your puffy pussy and clit. With a moan, he rubs his thick spunk into your skin, smearing it until your slit is sticky and messy. 

“I love you, baby,” Sunghoon says as he gives you a slow, passionate kiss. “So fucking much.”

Everyone knows Sunghoon has someone he’s madly in love with. His acquaintances know that it’s an amazing girl who he’s known for most of his life. His friends know it’s the girl who’s all over his social media and usually by his side. His closest friends know that it’s not his girlfriend, Song Jihyun.

No one ever brings it up because it’s obvious that Jihyun (and every girl before her) is a placeholder until he gets what he really wants. It’s not right, but Sunghoon never feels guilty. He’s never hidden how important you are to him, and he never will.

That’s why he doesn’t care that his girlfriend is eagerly waiting for his call like she does every night. Instead of acting like a caring partner, he’s more interested in drinking with you after bar hopping all night. It’s not like he can be fully to blame for his disinterest in Jihyun. You are, without a doubt, the prettiest, most alluring girl Sunghoon has ever seen. He would do anything to spend more time with you even if it meant disregarding his girlfriend’s feelings.

Even just drinking and talking with you is more exciting than any time he spends with her. That’s why he always keeps a bottle of wine for when you come over. You two have gone through a full bottle, and Sunghoon hopes you’ll be too tired by the end of the night to go home.

“You know how pretty you are?” Sunghoon sighs dreamily as he watches you drink the remainder of his favorite wine.

Endearing laughter fills the room as you nod. There’s a mischievous gleam in your eyes when you look back at your friend. “Yeah. I see how you and your friends look at me.”

Sunghoon’s gaze is lidded. He loves how confident and secure you are—how you’re not afraid to show it. Everything about you is completely mesmerizing, and he can’t help but want to have you all completely to himself.

“Me?” He tries to act surprised as he tilts his head.

You nod and give him a grin that has his heart pounding in his chest. He knows you can have any guy you want, and that’s why he has to push your buttons so he can get you where he wants you. 

“You couldn’t pull me.”

Sunghoon holds back a smirk when he sees that he’s successfully gotten under your skin. His cock starts to come alive when he sees you pause, eyes alight with a challenging look he recognizes all too well. 

“Is that what you think?”

You don’t let him answer. “I could, and we both know that. That’s why your little girlfriend hates me so much.”

It’s true. Ever since Sunghoon introduced Jihyun to you, she all but asked him to find another best friend. He was quick to shut that ridiculous idea down. There was a lot he was willing to do so he could be a decent boyfriend, but cutting you off was where he drew the line. If Sunghoon had any say, you would never leave his side.

Jihyun caught onto this almost immediately after she met you. The way her boyfriend’s eyes light up any time you enter a room or whenever he gets a call from you. How attentive he always is to your needs and how he practically drops everything to run to you—even when he’s balls deep in her. Obviously, Sunghoon is obsessed with you. It killed her to realize it, but Jihyun still refuses to let Sunghoon go. After all, no matter how much he likes you, he’s still hers. She is the winner in this, not you.

“You think I’m that easy?” Sunghoon says with a faint blush.

You smirk at him, tongue swiping your bottom lip to capture the remnants of wine. His eyes are locked on your movements, and you have to hold back a laugh.

“So if I asked you to fuck me right now, you wouldn’t?”

Sunghoon smirks, and your fate is sealed.

Minutes later, you end up on your best friend’s bed in only your underwear. Sunghoon stares down at you like a hungry beast as his large hands smooth over the inside of your thighs. You can see the thick outline of his cock in his underwear, and you have to stop yourself from squirming in excitement. 

“Fuck, you’re already so wet,” he groans when he sees that your panties are starting to stick to your cunt.

Sunghoon savors the sight. He feels something insatiable burning inside him as he pulls your panties to the side. 

“Oh fuck me,” he whispers reverently. “You have the cutest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

His fingers delicately trace your slit before they circle your clit. Your best friend pulls away when you start to whine.

“So fucking pretty,” he moans before licking the juices from his fingers. “And you taste good. Fuck.”

Sunghoon’s pupils are blown wide when he finally pulls his heated gaze away from your pussy to meet your own half lidded gaze. “You’ll let me eat you out, right? Let me kiss and suck on this cute pussy until you cream on my face?”

“Fuck, Hoonie,” you whine, knowing you’ve gone too far, but feeling too good to stop. “What about Jihyun?”

Sunghoon’s fingers go back to toying with your wet cunt. You roll your hips up into the motion with a needy mewl. His brain hears you a second later, and he rolls his eyes. As always, you’re goading him into being honest for your own satisfaction. 

“What about her? She never has to find out.”

You smile and bite your lip as he slowly circles your clit until you whimper again. A mean grin spreads on your face. “Filthy boy. She must not be enough for you.”

Sunghoon doesn’t feel any guilt because this is something he’s wanted for a long, long time. His girlfriend is nice and sweet, but the intimacy between them is boring and unexciting. He’s never even fucked her raw.

“I knew it,” you laugh gleefully as your best friend’s fingers trail down your slit to gather more juices. “Don’t worry, baby. This’ll be our dirty little secret.”

Honestly, Sunghoon can care less if Jihyun does end up finding out. All he can think about is your pretty pussy as he presses his slick coated fingers down on your throbbing clit. He grabs you and tugs you closer until you’re straddling his lap. 

“Oh fuck,” you whimper, aroused by his display of strength. 

Your best friend smirks as he goes to nip at your collarbone. “Our little secret? I like the sound of that.”

With that, he dips his middle and ring finger into your soft pussy. You moan and clench around his fingers, eagerly bouncing on his lap. His bulge presses against you and makes your mouth drop open with a sigh. 

“Yeah?” You breathe out harshly. “You like that I’m gonna let you fuck my tight little pussy?

“That’s so—fuck. You’re so hot,” he scissors his fingers slowly in and out of your cunt. “I’m gonna treat this pussy so good, baby. Way better than I treat Jihyun’s.”

Your cunt clenches down on his fingers as you go to tangle your own in his hair. A loud whine escapes you as you ride his fingers, pussy wet and dripping all over his lap. 

“God, Hoon,” you mewl as he grinds his long fingers across your g-spot. “Right there, fuck.”

Shuddering, your eyes roll back as his fingertips rub the spongy spot at the front of your cunt until your arousal gushes around the digits. Sunghoon licks a stripe up your neck, eager to have you fall apart for him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, baby. Fuck. You always get me so hard every time I see you. Just want to shove my face between your thighs and eat you out until you’re crying.”

Your head is swimming as he tells you all his dirty desires. You’ve always known it, but hearing it out loud just makes it so much better.

“Hoon,” you sigh into his mouth when he goes to kiss you heatedly. “God, you’re so hot.”

“Fuck. I need to taste you before I fill you up,” he murmurs against your lips. “Need to kiss your sweet little cunt until you’re soaking my sheets.”

It shouldn’t sound this hot—him cheating on his girlfriend with absolutely no remorse—but you’re kissing him again as arousal pools in your abdomen. Sunghoon eases you off his lap before he spreads your legs and wedges himself between your thighs.

He slowly takes off your underwear, groaning loudly when he sees the clear strings of arousal connecting to your pretty lips and panties. His eyes are dark when you take off your bra and toss it somewhere in his room.

Sunghoon’s dark gaze drags up and down your body. It makes you clench and drip with more arousal. He drops to his elbows and pushes your thighs up to your stomach. He whispers another sweet praise before he licks a broad stripe up your slit with his tongue. You cry out loudly when the wet muscle circles your clit softly before pulling away. 

“So wet,” Sunghoon moans, kissing your pussy lips sweetly. “Fuck. I can’t wait to get my cock in this pretty pussy.”

“Hoon,” you moan when he goes back down on you. 

Lewd slurping noises mix in with your filthy moans as Sunghoon devours your pussy like he’s never tasted anything better in his entire life. His tongue spears you open before fluttering against your walls. He repeats the delicious motions until your toes curl and your eyes cross. Your best friend pulls away with a grunt, licking and sucking his way back up to your swollen bundle of nerves. Another loud moan tears from your throat as he starts to kiss and suck on your puffy bud.

One last swipe of Sunghoon’s skillful tongue has your thoughts slowly turning into mush. His tongue flattens and he laps at your cunt with broad stripes until your hips start to move to roll your pussy against his mouth. 

With a devious laugh, Sunghoon pulls back and moves his hands to spread your cunt. His cock throbs as your pussy pulses and glistens with your juices and his saliva. He groans at the erotic sight.

“So fucking pretty,” your best friend murmurs before he gently kisses your clit.

You whine desperately. “Please, Hoonie. I’m so close.” 

As always, he’s eager to give you what you want. Sunghoon fucks his tongue back into your pussy with a low groan that sends vibrations up your cunt. You mewl out his name as he buries his face into your pussy. His thumbs hold your pussy open, nose bumping and grinding against your clit with every toe-curling movement. Sunghoon fucks his tongue in and out of your clenching hole until you’re making a mess all over his sheets.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moan as your hips roll into his face.

Licking back up your pussy, Sunghoon sucks your clit into his mouth and runs his tongue around the swollen bud until you’re writhing and yanking on his hair. You let out a loud cry as you toss your head back and soak Sunghoon’s face with your orgasm. Your best friend moans and drinks up all of the slick gushing from your pussy.

“That’s it, baby,” Sunghoon hums fondly. He kisses your messy pussy before straightening up. “You came so hard. Did it feel that good?”

You give him a fucked out grin before yanking him down to give him a sloppy kiss. Sunghoon swallows your moans as he gives you a taste of yourself. He grins before sucking your tongue into his mouth. Eventually, he pulls away and gives you the prettiest smile.

“My cock’s going to feel even better.”

That’s how you end up in his lap with your bare pussy grinding down on his clothed bulge. Your juices and his precum have soiled the fabric of his underwear, and you’re becoming more desperate with each grind. Sunghoon is patient enough to savor the moment as he watches you with hooded eyes.

“Wanna sit on my cock, pretty girl? Want me to stretch this cute little pussy out?” He coos as you continue to rub your needy cunt all over him.

“Yes,” you hiss when he moves his hips to meet your movements. “Let me sit on your big cock, Hoon.”

Sunghoon grins victoriously and lets you tug his underwear down to free his aching cock. He raises his hips to slip them off completely before settling you right back on his lap. You both moan in sync when his girthy cock presses against your dripping pussy.

“God, Y/N. You drive me crazy,” Sunghoon groans before he leans forward to take one of your stiff nipples into his mouth.

You whine when he sucks it into his hot mouth. “Fuck, Hoon.”

His dark eyes watch you as his tongue circles your nipple before he nips it with those pretty fangs of his. The sight has you dripping with more arousal as you slide your cunt up and down his throbbing dick. He switches to the other one, giving it the same treatment before he starts to leave gentle bites all over your pretty tits. The more he teases at your nipples, the more juices drip onto his dick. Sunghoon groans at the feeling of your pussy parting around his cock perfectly. 

“You’re soaking my cock with that cute pussy,” Sunghoon whispers against your heated skin. “You love having my mouth on your tits, don’t you, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whine. “I fucking love it.”

Sunghoon grins when you press his face against your tits, forcing him to suck your nipple back into his mouth. Your best friend groans when as he runs his tongue over your stiff bud until you’re tugging on his hair.

“Fuck, Hoon. I want your cock,” you mewl desperately. “Need to feel you inside me.”

“Soon, baby,” Sunghoon grunts as he continues to lathe his tongue over your sensitive nipple. “Let me finish having my fun first.”

You moan again, pussy leaking even more juices. To have Sunghoon worshipping your tits makes you feel a pleasure you didn’t think was possible. You run your nails across his scalp and down his neck, watching with a satisfied grin as his eyes flutter from your touch. His eyes lock with yours, and they’re completely dark as his hand slides down your body to thumb your slippery bud.

“Whose pussy is this?” Sunghoon wonders as he pinches your clit to make you cry out. “It’s mine, isn’t it, pretty girl?”

You nod through a needy whine. The sharp smack to your clit that follows makes you moan his name. Sunghoon smirks deviously as he repeats his actions until your cunt soaks his palm.

“Of course it is.” Sunghoon laughs in delight.

Then, he drags the leaking head of his cock up your slit to smack against your puffy clit. Sunghoon groans when he notches the head of his dick against your hole. You moan quietly when he sinks the tip inside your cunt. Your best friend laughs and pulls out of you completely. His grin is devious as you whine in protest. Once again, his leaking cockhead teases your fluttering hole.

“So hot and tight,” Sunghoon’s dark eyes seem to be sparkling as he looks up at you. “So fucking pretty.”

With that, he sinks the fat head of his dick back inside your fluttering walls. Your eyes roll back with a loud moan as you slide down his cock. The stretch is delicious, and you’re eager to take him down to the hilt.

“Gonna fuck this cute pussy until my balls are empty. Keep you stuffed full and dripping with cum.”

“Fuck, yes,” you moan as you bounce down to try to get Sunghoon to bury his cock all the way inside your pussy. “Want your cum, Hoonie.”

His large hands squeeze your ass as you lean down to kiss him. Sunghoon readily welcomes the messy kiss as he sinks you down on his cock. A loud plop fills the room once you sit on it completely. 

“Goddamn,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. Feels like your little hole’s never had a cock in it.”

You whine at the praise, happy that your pussy is clamping down on the biggest cock it’s ever taken. “Never had a cock this big, Hoonie. I love it.”

“Yeah?” Sunghoon grunts as he rolls his hips up into you until his fat tip is hitting the deepest part inside you. 

You miss the pleased grin on his face when you slump against him with a fucked out nod. Sunghoon takes the opportunity to ram his girthy cock into your hot little cunt. His hips pump into you in a punishing rhythm, loving how you’re clearly already addicted to his cock.

“Want me buried as deep as possible, pretty? Want me to rearrange your guts until you cum all over my cock?” Sunghoon hisses against your ear.

“Yes, yes! I want it so bad, Hoon!” You moan as you start to roll your hips and clamp down on his dick.

Sunghoon lifts you up, letting his cock slip out halfway before thrusting up at the same time he drops you back down on his cock, plunging so deep in your pussy that it makes you scream. He repeats the actions with the most attractive smirk on his face. Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as he keeps using you like a fucktoy.

“That’s it, baby. Fucking scream for me,” Sunghoon groans as your pussy paints his cock with your juices. “Let everyone know how much you love my cock.”

Your cries of pleasure fuel the insatiable beast inside Sunghoon. He wraps a strong arm around your waist and flips you on your back while keeping his throbbing cock inside you. The carnal look you give your best friend has him pressing your legs to your chest. Your mind is dizzy with white hot pleasure as Sunghoon starts to drill his cock into your g-spot.

Filthy moans fill the room along with the lewd squelching coming from your cunt. Sunghoon pumps his cock into your greedy pussy, loving how your tits bounce with every thrust. The sound of skin slapping together mix in perfectly with your pretty cries of pleasure as he fucks you stupid. 

“You’re getting so tight around me, baby,” Sunghoon moans. His eyes are locked on where you’re connected, and just the filthy sight of being buried balls deep in your cunt pushes him closer to the edge. “Shit, Y/N. I’m gonna keep you on my cock until you’re cumming over and over again—fuck—gonna cream your little pussy until you’re full of me.”

Your eyes roll back at the promise, pussy clenching and dripping around his girthy cock. “Please, Hoonie. Fuck. Give it to me!”

Somehow, his thrusts get rougher. Loud cries spill from your pretty lips, and it makes Sunghoon drive his fat cockhead right into your g-spot. 

“I’m close!” You mewl, completely lost in pleasure. 

Sunghoon gives you a tantalizing grin before dragging his hand down your body to slap your clit. You writhe like you’ve been electrocuted, and Sunghoon laughs in delight as he goes to smack your clit again. He thumbs and presses into your clit as you grind into his movements. 

“Cream on my cock, pretty girl. Do it for me so I can fill you up with my load,” Sunghoon groans as he swoops down to give you a sweet kiss.

“Fuck, Hoonie. Fill me up,” you moan as he continues to run rough circles on your puffy bud.

Sunghoon pounds his cock into your squelching pussy so hard that it makes his bed shake. “I will, baby. Just tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

Even fucked out, you give him a teasing grin that he loves so much. “Yours, baby. Just yours.” 

“That’s right. All mine.” Sunghoon growls as he presses down on your clit until your toes curl. 

You cry out his name as the tight band of arousal in your stomach snaps. Sunghoon’s fingers and hips don’t stop even as your orgasm bleeds into a second one.

“Just like that, baby. Squeeze my fucking cock.”

“Cum inside me, Hoon,” you say deliriously. “You promised.”

Sunghoon’s moan is loud as he buries himself balls deep in your cunt, cock kicking and throbbing as your pussy milks him for every drop of his cum. You feel the hot spurts of his thick spunk filling your hole until it slowly drips out around his cock. He grunts and rocks his hips a few times, pumping the last ropes of his seed deep into your pussy before slowly pulling out. His dark eyes watch your messy pussy drip with his load, wanting nothing more than to go again.

Instead, he lays next to you and pulls you into his chest.

“You drive me crazy,” Sunghoon hums into your hair.

You grin into his collarbone. “I know.”

“Can you please answer Sunghoon’s messages?” Jay groans as soon as you let him into your house.

“Bro has not stopped bitching in the group chat,” Jake adds as he comes in right after Jay.

You try not to smirk as you lead your friends into the kitchen. It’s not like you meant to ignore your best friend, but after you two fucked you got unexpectedly busy and didn’t have time to hang out. After a few days, you realized unintentionally ignoring him made him react in a way that gave you a sick amount of pleasure.

“I did answer,” you say as you get some water bottles for them. “Told him I’d see him at Jihyun’s party on Friday.”

Jay raises a doubtful eyebrow while Jake zeroes in on the massive bouquet on the kitchen table. The size and detailed arrangement of the pretty flowers make it obvious that it’s expensive.

“Who are these from?” Jake wonders when he doesn’t see a card.

Luckily, you put the card in your room. It’s not like they couldn’t guess the flowers are from Sunghoon, but that card would go into details that you’re not ready to get into with them. Not yet, anyway.

“Don’t know,” you say casually. “There was no card.”

“You should throw them out.” Jay says.

“Yeah. What if they’re from some creep?” Jake exclaims as he recoils from the bouquet like it bit him. “Plus Sunghoon will actually crash out if he finds out some guy sent you flowers.”

“You don’t know that they’re from some guy!” You exclaim to cover the laughter bubbling in your throat.

“Guy or girl, it doesn’t matter. Hoon will still go crazy if he finds out someone is sending you flowers with romantic intentions.”

“He has a girlfriend,” you remind Jay with a small smirk.

Your friends roll their eyes at the same time. Everyone knows Jihyun is his girlfriend in name only. She doesn’t compare to you when it comes to where you stand in Sunghoon’s heart. 

“Sure,” Jake laughs. “Are you going to show us this dress or what?”

You squeal in excitement and lead them to your room.

The party is in full swing by the time you get there. You say hi to a few people before going to the kitchen to find Jake. As luck would have it, he’s in the middle of a conversation with Sunghoon. You try your hardest to keep the smirk off your face as you call their names.

You don’t miss the way your best friend’s eyes get dark once you reach them and give them friendly hugs. He doesn’t let you give him a side hug like you do to Jake. Sunghoon pulls you flush against his body and cages you against him.

“I missed you, baby,” he whispers in your ear. “You’ve been torturing me lately.”

You pull back just enough to look him in the face since he refuses to let you go. “I told you I was busy, Hoonie. Don’t be mad, okay?”

His arms tighten around your waist as he lightly sways you. The cute pout you’re giving him is irresistible, and he knows he won’t be able to pretend to be mad at you anymore.

“Park Sunghoon.”

Jihyun saying his full government name doesn’t make him let you go. Instead you two turn to her like she’s interrupting.

“Hey, Jihyun,” you say with a friendly smile.

Her glaring eyes flicker to you for a fraction of a second before they settle back on her boyfriend. “I need to talk to you. Alone.”

Sunghoon still doesn’t let you go, and you decide to have a little fun. “Go ahead, Hoon. I saw Hee earlier, and I want to go say hi.”

Sunghoon’s head snaps back to you, a dangerous anger already swimming in his pretty eyes. Lee Heeseung is a friend of Jay’s who you’ve hooked up with once before. The idiot thinks that he actually has a real shot with you. Everyone knows it, and Sunghoon thinks he’d rather break up with Jihyun right now than let you go anywhere near him.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him when you see that he still makes no move to let you go. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Your words hold a promise and so does your gaze. It’s the only reason Sunghoon lets you go and wander off to find the boy with the stupidly pretty eyes. With a glare he turns back to Jihyun who’s red in the face and looks angrier than he’s ever seen her.

“What do you want?” Sunghoon asks, wanting to get her tantrum out of the way so he can go find you.

“I want my boyfriend to stop embarrassing me in front of all these people,” she hisses, close to tears.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. He can’t believe he let you get away just for Jihyun to bring up some bullshit like this. “Here we go again. When are you going to stop being so fucking insecure?”

Jihyun sucks in a sharp breath like she’s been hit. Up until now, Sunghoon had never been mean or disrespectful even if he did things that bothered her.

“You looked like you would’ve literally kissed Y/N if I hadn’t walked in!” She exclaims hysterically.

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “And what if I had? Don’t act like you don’t know how I feel about her—how I’ve always felt about her.”

Jihyun’s heart is pounding and her throat is tightening up. Yes, she’d known it, but she also thought he was starting to really like her. 

“So that’s it then? I was just a placeholder?”

Sunghoon rolls his eyes. “Think what you want, Jihyun. If you have nothing else to say, I’m going to go find Y/N.”

Before he can leave the kitchen, she stops him with tearful words. “You’re still mine, Sunghoon. I’m still your girlfriend no matter how you feel about her.”

There’s a tense pause, and just as Sunghoon debates breaking up with her, she says something that makes the most insane part of him snap.

“Y/N doesn’t feel that way about you. That’s why she’s never picked you in all this time.”

Jihyun lets out a quiet sob when her boyfriend walks away from her instead of responding.

Several shots later, Jihyun stumbles into her balcony where you and Lee Heeseung are talking and laughing. She scowls, hating that the second most attractive guy she’s ever met is also very enamored with you.

“Y/N, where’s Sunghoon?” She slurs as she stumbles into you.

Your eyes widen as you catch her. You help her stand, nodding back to the living room where Sunghoon is watching with the most predatory stare you’ve ever seen on him. “Over there.”

Jihyun unseeingly glances his way before settling her angry gaze back on you. “Is he watching me or you?”

“No idea,” you say placatingly. “Probably you since you’re his girlfriend.”

Even on the verge of blacking out, Jihyun catches the way you say that to her mockingly. She frowns again, stumbling slightly as she looks back at a watching Sunghoon.

“Will you get her some water, Hee?” You ask sweetly. “I think she’s had a little too much to drink.”

The boy gives you a pretty smirk. “Sure. Be right back.”

“Are you gonna fuck him?” Jihyun slurs as you settle her into one of the chairs. “He’s hot.”

You laugh a little as you watch her slump into an awkward position. “He is, but I don’t feel like fucking him tonight.”

“Then are you gonna fuck my boyfriend?” Jihyun wonders through a hiccup. “I know you want to.”

“It’s the other way around,” you say with a mean smirk. “You’ve always known that it’s the other way around.”

Jihyun scoffs, getting angry all over again. “You two really are best friends.”

It’s silent for a while until she looks at you with a determined glare.

“Why can’t you just leave us alone? Why can’t you go fuck Heeseung or Jake or–or anyone else that’s not my boyfriend?”

Jihyun sounds hysterical at this point, but you remain unfazed. After all, you’re not the third wheel here.

“Sunghoon is the one who can’t leave me alone. Why do you think he chose the same university as me? He’s the one who moved to the same city as me and always assimilates himself into my friend groups. You think he did all that just because he’s my best friend?” You laugh.

Only you know about his stalker tendencies, but you doubt Jihyun will remember any of this. Even if she does, you don’t care. You’re sick of her and her willful blindness.

“H-He did all that?” Jihyun feels like throwing up, and it’s not because of the alcohol.

You laugh again. “I think you’re mistaken about something, Jihyun. I’m not coming between you and your boyfriend. You’re the one who’s coming between Sunghoon and I.”

Jihyun’s head is spinning, and the last coherent thought she has gets in oblivion as darkness takes over her consciousness. You laugh again and go to help her up. Even though you don’t feel bad, you’re not mean enough to leave her passed out on her balcony.

“Let me help, baby.”

You let Sunghoon pick her up. He looks at you, waiting for his next orders. You smile and tell him to lead the way to her room. Sunghoon dumps Jihyun onto her bed, not caring to be gentle. You laugh and turn her on her side so she doesn’t choke on her vomit if she gets sick later.

Sunghoon stands behind you and settles his hands on your hips. “You look so good, pretty girl. I didn’t get to tell you earlier.”

“Did you break up with her?” You wonder through a grin.

“Not yet. Not until you tell me to.”

“You can do what you want, Hoon,” you say as he presses himself closer to you.

“What I want is to fuck you right here, right now.”

His nasty words send a thrill straight to your cunt. “Filthy boy. You want to fuck me on your girlfriend’s bed while she’s passed out?”

“She won’t know,” he says as he rolls his bulge into your ass. “And I’ve been wanting to break this bed in.”

You laugh in disbelief. Of course he wouldn’t have fucked Jihyun in her own bed. Instead he’s giving you that pleasure, and you can’t say it doesn’t please you. Arousal starts to make the fabric of your panties stick to your cunt. You bite your lip and let Sunghoon carry and set you down on the other side of the bed. He follows in suit and gives you a messy kiss. You moan into his mouth as he slips a hand under your dress to brush across your soaked slit.

“Fuck, baby. You’re already so wet. You want my cock that bad?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Probably as bad as you want this pussy.”

Sunghoon groans as he pushes your panties to the side. He uses his middle and ring finger to part your slick folds. You whine softly and roll your hips into his hand. 

“Gotta prep this tight little hole or I’m not gonna fit,” Sunghoon grunts. “Cute little pussy hasn’t had a cock this big in a while.”

He knows because he’s been watching to make sure it hasn’t. Arousal burns hot inside you as he fucks his fingers into your fluttering hole.

“Seems like you haven’t had some good pussy in a while,” you counter through a moan. “That loser doesn’t fuck you like you need, huh?”

Sunghoon groans when he finds the spot inside you that has your pussy squeezing down on his fingers. “No one compares to you, baby. Just look at this pretty pussy. It’s the best I’ve ever had.”

Your cunt clamps down on his digits again. A fleeting glance to the side confirms that Jihyun is still very much passed out. You grin and give him the look that drives him crazy.

Sunghoon slips his fingers out of you with a wet squelch and pops them into his mouth with a loud groan. “So fucking good.”

You watch with hungry eyes as he gets up and takes his clothes off. The tip of his fat cock drips precum down the length of it, making your mouth water for a taste. He grips the base and shakes his dick at you. Your clit throbs and your pussy drips with more arousal. He’s so big and thick. Just knowing he’s about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock makes your pussy clench in eagerness.

You get up and push Sunghoon down on the bed. You slip your dress off, only leaving your panties on. He settles against the headboard as you straddle his lap, you trap his cock inside your panties, grinning as your dripping pussy rubs along his throbbing cock

“Fuck,” you whine as you grind slowly against Sunghoon. 

“God, baby,” Sunghoon groans as he watches your pretty tits bounce. “You know how to drive me crazy.”

“Yeah? You like feeling my pussy rub all over your fat cock?” You goad as you rock against him harder.

“You know I do,” Sunghoon groans as he tosses his head back when your clit catches in the tip of his cock. “Let me suck on your pretty tits, baby. I know you like when I do.”

Licking your lips, you lean forward and shove your tits in his face. Sunghoon captures one of your hard nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking like he can’t get enough. He groans deeply as his lips and tongue work one hard bud while his fingers tweak and pinch the other. Your hips keep grinding into him as arousal pulses in your clit. Sloppy sounds of sucking fill the room along with your moans and whines as Sunghoon lathes your tits with his hot tongue. 

“Fuck, Hoon. You’re so hot. Need your cock inside me,” you gasp as he bites your nipple and runs his tongue across it over and over until you’re squirming against him. 

“Think you deserve it?” Sunghoon wonders as kisses across your breasts, teeth nipping at the skin as he swaps to the other nipple. 

“Don’t I?” You wonder through a moan.

“I don’t know. You’ve been ignoring me, pretty girl,” Sunghoon says as he pouts up at you. “You know I hate that.”

“I’ve been busy, baby. Plus, you had your hands full with your little girlfriend.”

Sunghoon pinches your nipples hard until you’re grinding against him. “You know that loser means nothing to me.”

With that, he slides his girthy cock into your pussy. He’s so much bigger than you remember. The painful stretch has you arching your back in pleasure. You toss your head back with a loud moan as Sunghoon bullies his cock deeper into your pussy until he’s bottoming out. He kisses you sweetly as you sink down on his dick with a lovely moan.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Fuck. I missed this tight little pussy.”

You shove your tits into his face when his hands tighten on your hips. Sunghoon kisses across your tits, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. With a deep groan, he suckles on one of your nipples eagerly until you’re bouncing on his dick. You let your hands hold onto his soft hair as you rock your hips down on his throbbing cock. Mewling, you tug on the silky strands as Sunghoon’s tongue laps across your swollen nipples. His hands move up to your waist as he fucks your hot pussy.

Your eyes cross as he pounds your fluttering hole. Neither of you care to be quiet even though Jihyun is lying next to you. That’s the last thing on either of your minds as Sunghoon buries his cock deep in your throbbing cunt. Sunghoon groans, suckling your hard bud deeper into his mouth. His cock kicks and throbs as you slump forward, messily smashing your tits into his face. 

“You’re gonna leave marks, Hoonie,” you whine as he nips at the swell of your breasts before pulling away. 

“But you like it, pretty. I can feel you squeezing down on my cock,” he grins, shaking the hair from his face as he tilts his head up. “Now give me a kiss.”

You whine in the back of your throat and drop your mouth down on his. Unlike most people believe, you’re just as weak to Sunghoon as he is to you. You’re just a little better at controlling it. 

Sunghoon moans in pleasure, licking into your mouth to run his tongue against yours teasingly. He tugs you closer, and the kisses become more sloppy. He laughs softly when your fingers drop from his hair to cup the back of his head, pulling him forward until there’s no space between you. 

Even after you pull away for a short breath, Sunghoon just tugs you back in for another messy kiss, his hot tongue licking into you once again.

“You have no idea how bad I missed you, baby,” Sunghoon whines as you keep rolling your hips into him. “You gave me the best sex of my life and then pretended like I didn’t exist after it.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” you say, pussy fluttering when his cock grinds against the spongy spot inside you. “I didn’t do it on purpose. You’ll forgive me, right?”

“You know I will,” Sunghoon coos up at you, letting one of his hands drop down to tease your swollen clit. “But to make it up to me, you’re gonna let this sweet pussy milk a nice thick load outta me, right?”

“Fuck yeah. I’m gonna milk your cock so good, baby,” you slur, arching your back so your tits brush against his mouth. 

He grunts and bites at your soft tits. “That’s it, squeeze my cock.”

You whine, body jerking as he pinches and rubs your pudgy clit. Sunghoon sucks each of your nipples between his teeth before running his tongue across them. The coil in your stomach is winding tighter and tighter as Sunghoon teases your nipples and clit at the same time. 

“Oh!” You gasp. “I’m gonna cum, Hoonie—!”

A loud cry spills from your mouth as you clamp down on Sunghoon’s dick, pussy walls fluttering and milking his throbbing cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“So fucking hot,” Sunghoon groans as he fucks his cock up into your squelching pussy. “Fuck. Gonna make me cum, baby. Ready to get your cute little pussy creamed?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, digging your nails into his shoulders, making him curse under his breath and bury his cock deep into your sopping wet hole. 

You feel rope after rope of hot, sticky cum spurt inside your cunt. It doesn’t stop. You’re stuffed so full that it leaks out around his throbbing cock. 

“So pretty,” he places open mouthed kisses across your clavicle up to your neck, letting his tongue tease across your skin. “My pretty girl.”

You sigh, feeling blissful and completely satisfied. He tugs your head down to kiss you softly at the corner of your mouth. You two kiss for a while until you have another urge.

“I want more.”

Sunghoon gives you a filthy grin and slips out of you to lay you on your back. He kneels in front of you and rips off your panties in one fluid movement. You mewl when he slides his aching cock between your messy pussy lips. His cock rubs against your slick folds and across your clit deliciously. With a whimper, you spread your legs to entice him.

“Please, Hoonie.”

His leaking cockhead presses against your hole but doesn’t sink in any further. He grips his cock and rocks the tip in and out of your cunt. Sunghoon slaps the fat head of his dick down onto your wet pussy. “I’m gonna stretch this little pussy out until you’re shaped like my cock.”

With a filthy moan, your eyes flicker over to Jihyun. She’s still passed out, completely oblivious to all the filthy things her boyfriend is doing to you on her bed.

Sunghoon clicks his tongue. “This pretty pussy wants my cock, huh? Look at how wet it is.”

“Just fuck me, Hoon,” you whine. “Please.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Sunghoon finally sinks his thick cock into your hot cunt inch by inch. He buries himself to the hilt with a deep grunt.

Your pussy flutters and pulses around his cock as your juices coat his length. “Fuck, it’s so big.”

“Yeah, it is,” he laughs before kissing your temple. “And your cute pussy is a perfect fit. So tight and wet.”

You scream in pleasure when Sunghoon starts to fuck you with hard, deep strokes. Eyes rolling back in your head and toes curling in pleasure, you rock your hips against his thrusts. His pelvis grinds against your clit every time he bottoms out in your cunt, making your pussy grip his cock like a vice.

Just knowing his girlfriend right next to you as Sunghoon pounds into your needy pussy makes everything feel so much better. 

Sunghoon drops all his weight on you, pinning your body to the bed and grinding the fat tip of his cock into your cervix. Tongue feeling heavy and useless, you babble out his name. That’s his cue to pump  his cock in and out of your greedy pussy so fast that it sounds obscene. Loud, wet squelches and the slap of skin are barely heard over your own cries and screams as Sunghoon fucks you stupid. 

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers with a grin. “Gonna fill up this slutty pussy.”

“Yes!” You cry out. “Do it, baby. Cream this tight little pussy!”

Sunghoon swivels his hips, the fat tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot hard enough to make you squeal. “Just look at you. Fucking gagging to have me stuff you full. Fuck. You love my cock rawing this sweet little pussy.” 

You tangle your hands in his hair and bring him closer for a dirty, tongue-filled kiss. Your pussy grips his dick tightly as you whine impatiently. “Want you to cum in me.”

“Fuck, baby. What if Jihyun wakes up and hears you?” Sunghoon laughs in your ear, dick harshly rutting in and out of your squelching cunt. “This cute pussy’s so loud. You’re gonna get us caught.”

“Don’t care,” you whine, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, thrusting harder into your clenching heat. “She knows you belong to me.”

Sunghoon’s cock throbs in delight. “That’s right. And you belong to me. That’s why this tight pussy can’t stop creaming my cock,” He coos in your ear. 

Eyes fluttering closed, you moan loudly, legs wrapping around his waist to lock behind his back. Sunghoon groans as his hips roll against yours, cock plunging deeper into your dripping hole. “Gonna blow my load in your greedy cunt until you can’t handle it.”

Pulling out suddenly, he grips your hips to manhandle you over onto your front. He yanks your ass back, pressing his palm on your shoulders to push your head onto the pillow. His cock bullies back into your sopping wet pussy. Filthy plap plap plap sounds fill the bedroom along with your cries of pleasure. 

You moan into the pillow, drool soaking the material as Sunghoon rails you into the bed his girlfriend sleeps on every night. Eventually he slows his pace, dragging his dick halfway out before sinking back in. “Whose cock is better, mine or Heeseung’s?”

“Huh?” Your brain is mush at this point, your thoughts concentrating on cumming all over his cock while he creampies you. 

“I said, ‘Which cock is better?’” Sunghoon punctuates his question with thrusts deep enough that his tip bumps your cervix, making you moan weakly. “‘Mine or Heeseung’s?’”

You stumble over your words, not able to think until he reaches under your body to play with your clit. 

“Better question,” he purrs into your ear. “Which cock do you love more?”

“Yours, Hoonie,” you cry out when he fucks his cock deeper into your cunt. “Love your cock. It’s the only one that makes me cum.”

Sunghion smirks as he pounds his cock into your drippy hole. “And? What else?”

“A-and it’s the only cock I want to creampie my pussy,” you mewl, thrusting back against him. “Please, Hoon. I want you to cum in me. Cum in my little pussy.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, fucking you so hard and fast the bed shakes. He slips his hand around your hip and begins rubbing your slippery clit in quick circles. “Good fucking girl. So fucking good—fuck! Cum for me. Need to feel this slutty pussy creaming my cock so I can fill you up. Cum for me, so I can give you what you want.”

He slaps your clit with the flat of his fingers, and it pushes you over the edge, climax overtaking your body. You squirt with a loud cry of his name. Slick gushes from your hole and completely coats his pelvis until it’s running down your thighs and ruining Jihyun’s sheets

“Fucking shit. That’s it, baby. Show me how much this pussy likes my cock,” Sunghoon moans. 

You tremble and cry out, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the noise. Fireworks explode behind your eyes while your pussy milks his cock over and over, dripping slick all over the two of you. 

“That’s it, fuck, gonna cum inside you nice and deep like I promised,” Sunghoon curses under his breath and thrusts against you a few more times before sinking his cock inside you to the hilt. 

Hot, thick spurts of cum fill your fluttering walls until it spills out around his cock. Rutting against your ass, he grinds his cock in your pulsing cunt. After a few minutes, he takes in a deep breath and pulls out with a low groan. You lay there, panting heavily into the pillow, body completely spent. 

He smacks the head of his cock against your sensitive and puffy cunt, “Since this naughty little pussy is just pushing out all my cum, guess I’ll have to stuff it again.”

You wiggle your ass in agreement.

Jihyun wakes up with a terrible headache. She recognizes her room, and she has faint memories of a conversation with you before it all goes black. When she slowly sits up, a nasty, familiar scent hits her. She looks around, eyes zeroing in on the filth left on the opposite side of her bed. She feels sick, and before she can process anything, her phone buzzes.

Several messages are waiting for her, but the one that sticks out is the one of a video her friend sent to her. It’s a short, five second clip of Sunghoon carrying her into her room with you following behind.

it’s barely half past three am when his arm slides around your waist to pull you closer, his entire front flush against your back. his hand slips underneath the small top you decided to wear to bed, his warm palm sliding over the skin of your stomach and all the way up to your chest, cupping a breast.

you stir awake when you feel his lips on your neck, leaving a string of sensual, soft kisses against your skin. his hand gives your breast a soft squeeze, thumb brushing over your nipple, causing it to stiffen. a soft moan leaves you, the sound making his hips buck against you.

you know what he wants.

it’s not unusual for him to do this in the middle of the night, he’s done it before.

so when his hand lets go of your breast to slide down the expanse of your stomach towards the hem of your panties, you part your legs just a bit to make space for him. a soft sigh escapes your lips when his hand dips underneath the waistband of your panties, two fingers slipping between your folds.

a low groan emits from him when he feels your wetness, fingertips circling your clit a few times before sinking into you. you whimper, pushing back against his bulging cock. his lips continue to leave kisses against your neck, softly sucking and biting every now and then.

“fuck,” you whisper-moan into the darkness of your shared bedroom, sleep laced within your voice and eyes closed shut, teeth digging into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from moaning out loud – not that anyone would hear you except for the next-door neighbor maybe.

jungkook feels your walls tighten around his fingers as he curls them inside of you, brushing that sweet spot that usually has you mewling and squirming in his hold. no mewling tonight but squirming? definitely.

soft and quiet whimpers tumbles from your lips in a string of pleasure as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. he grinds against you from behind, his hardened cock slotted between your cheeks. the mixed feeling of his cock and his fingers causes you to spread your legs even more, jungkook’s thumb finding your clit.

“oh god- jungkook!” you moan a bit louder this time, feeling the string within your abdomen tightening until it snaps, a giant wave of pleasure rippling through your body.

jungkook grunts when he feels your walls tighten as you come around his fingers, your pussy sucking them in as pleasure washes over you, reaching your toes and fingertips. he’s breathing heavily against the shell of your ear as he slowly fingers you through your orgasm, leaving a few kisses against your temple.

“kook,” you whisper after a moment of complete silence, the only sounds being your heavy breathing. he hums, knowing exactly what you want, the tone of your voice telling him all he needs to know. familiar excitement swirls in your stomach as he removes his fingers from your heat only to reach for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to free himself.

his hand hooks underneath your the crook of your knee to spread your legs again, lifting your leg up just enough for you to reach down to wrap a hand around him. jungkook hisses as your hand touches his swollen cock, thumb brushing over the tip before placing it by your entrance.

jungkook swears underneath his breath, hand tightening around your thigh as he spreads you even more before sinking into you. the wetness from your orgasm making it easy for him to slip inside without resistance.

you gasp softly at the feeling, heartbeat quickening as he bottoms out, filling you to the very brim. his breathing is heavy from behind you, brushing against your cheek as he pulls out again only to push back inside.

“shit,” he groans quietly, the squelching sound of his cock wrapped in your warm wetness filling the bedroom with sinful sounds. you whimper when he picks up the pace and force of his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting deeply within you while his shaft rubs against your clit.

“ohh- fuck, feels so good,” you moan, hand reaching back to tangle itself in his black strands of hair.

“yeah?” jungkook rasps as he hooks your leg over his own, allowing him to reach up to grab your jaw, turning your head. you can barely make out the glint in his eyes through the darkness, goosebumps rising upon your skin as you feel his ragged breath against your lips. “you love it when i wake you up in the middle of the night to fuck, don’t you?”

“yes,” you breathlessly answer him, hand tugging at his hair in a weak attempt to pull him in for a kiss.

jungkook smiles at your desperation as he lets you pull him down, connecting your mouth with his in a kiss. his cock twitches within you as you moan against his lips, the sound going straight to his cock as he continues to fuck you, make love to you in the middle of the night as if neither of you don’t have a job to attend in a few hours.

“kook- ‘m close…” you whimper against his mouth.

you didn’t have to tell him, he can feel it in the way your walls are tightening around him. sucking him in just like you did when he fingered you before.

before he can do anything to help you reach your high faster, you reach down to circle your clit. jungkook’s hand bumps against yours as he reaches down to do the exact same thing. he groans against your lips when he realizes you’re trying to get yourself off while his cock is in you.

“fuck, that’s it, baby,” he rasps, hand going back to hold your leg, keeping your legs spread as he thrusts into you over and over again. “come around my cock.”

“oh my god,” you whine, feeling that tightness within your abdomen once again. “kook, please-“

jungkook groans, feeling himself reaching the high as your walls keep loosening and tightening around him, sucking him in so deep.

“gonna come,” he tells you, “come with me, ____-“

his words, your fingers circling your clit, his cock inside of you, his hand tightly gripping your leg – it’s all too much and too fucking good all at once, a mix of it all causing you to tip over for a second time tonight.

“oh god, oh god-“ you cry, feeling your second orgasm run through you in overwhelming pleasure. jungkook stills within you, emptying himself and covering your walls with hot, white cum.

“fucking hell,” he hisses, hand letting go of your leg, allowing it to fall down.

you’re trying to catch your breath, chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as jungkook wraps his arm around your waist. you close your eyes, enjoying the blissful feeling of post-orgasm as you both come down from your highs, the only sound being your heavy breathing.

“i think three am sex is my favorite kind of sex,” jungkook quietly says, breaking the comfortable silence.

a soft laugh emits from your throat, “is that so?”

he smiles and tightens his arm around you, “yeah, there’s just something about it. i don’t know what it is.”

you smile, sliding your palm over the skin of his arm. when you reach his hand, you bring it up to your lips, pressing a few soft kisses to it. you feel jungkook’s smile widen against the skin of your shoulder.

The man was Jeon Jungkook, who recently moved in to the apartment complex opposite yours. He was around the same age as you, maybe 4 or 5 years older, but his age did not reflect his actual appearance. He was the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on; full sleeve of tattoos, brow piercings, a lip piercing you could only imagine how it would feel for him to eat you out for days on end.

These illicit thoughts of yours were nothing new. Even though your building was a few metres apart from his, when you both first laid eyes on each other that one fateful night whilst you were changing, it was as if no one else existed.

You were very much bare in front of the window, your pyjama shirt hanging over your arm like you were about to put it on, but obviously changing your mind when your eyes met his. He was sitting in his usual spot, this time with a glass of something in his hand as he watched you; revelling in the sight of your silhouette standing out beyond the dim lighting of your bedroom.

For some unusual reason, you didn’t feel the need to shy away from him. He’d seen you in this state on a number of different occasions, but this time, things felt different. Jungkook’s stare was holding much more self-conflict than you’d ever seen before, and it was good that you noticed, because on the other side, Jungkook was in his apartment, battling the urge to pull his erection out and fist his cock stupid just by the mere sight of your body.

But Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy that secretly got off to girls changing. The man had a lot of self respect for himself and for the women he interacted with. However, he couldn’t deny the number of occasions he’d watch you change and not have the urge to touch himself.

You stood out to him with your warm eyes and welcoming smile when you bumped into each other in the courtyard. It felt wrong for him to engage in any kind of inappropriate activity with you in mind. He felt like he was ruining the kind hearted being that you were.

Yet, for a brief, fleeting moment, Jungkook could’ve sworn you were giving him permission. He had to do a double take to make sure you were actually moving closer to your window and it wasn’t just an illusion.

Were you allowing this?

Yes you were.

This mutual pining between you and the man living opposite your apartment complex was tiresome. Why would you let him stare so much if you weren’t into him?

You reached over for your phone on your desk, sending Jungkook a quick message.

you: how much longer are we gonna keep staring at each other?

Jungkook’s phone buzzed beside him and he set his glass of wine down, patting his sweaty palms down on his thighs and opening the message you sent him.

He needed time to think of a casual, yet cool response, but before he could do that, you’d sent him a picture of yourself; a reflection of your body in front of the window, ankles crossed one over the other and your flash on, and Jungkook could just about make out the top of his head in the picture on the other side of the window.

He was embarrassed at how easily swayed he was by you, but how could he not be? You had your whole body out for him and him only and the thought made him swell with pride.

jungkook: i’m struggling to keep myself at bay..

With that being said, he pulled out his camera and snapped a shot of the raging boner swelling against his dress pants, and the moment he sent it to you, you gasped.

You didn’t realise he was sporting a whole rod between his legs, and the thought of him fucking into your desperate cunt, splitting you open the way you wanted made your legs buckle. You looked up to find Jungkook smirking right at you, waving his phone in his hand.

Oh, he wants to get cocky?

You raise your hand to give him a taunting wave whilst moving away from the window, sitting yourself down at the edge of your bed, where he could see you, and deliberately parting your legs to give him a distant view of your glistening cunt, all drenched in the arousal he triggered.

you: come on, mr jeon

we’ve been at this game for weeks

Your hand sneaks it’s way between your legs, copping a feel of the sticky mess painted over your slick folds as you looked up at the window, Jungkook watching you with blown out pupils and his eyes solely focused on the pussy he’d been craving.

you: i don’t think i can go another night touching myself without you…

Jungkook didn’t realise how hard he was clenching his fists right now. He wanted to storm over to your apartment and force his cock down your throat just the way you wanted him to, but he didn’t seem to have the guts, nor the strength to stand up right now, especially with the boner in his pants. It hurt to move.

jungkook: oh, is that right?

how cute.

It dawned upon him how often he stared at you, and that was obviously equivalent to the number of times you got off to him. Which was a lot.

jungkook: you enjoy being watched, don’t you, y/n?

that’s why you never get mad at me for watching you

you’re much dirtier than i thought

do you let everyone watch you undress?

You were barely paying attention to the messages blowing up your phone, too busy running your middle finger up and down your slit and protruding at your entrance and imagining Jungkook’s long, thick, tatted digits burying deep inside of you.

you: just you, mr jeon…

By now, Jungkook had a firm fist wrapped around the base of throbbing cock, pumping himself silly as he read your message and using the pad of his thumb to spread the excess precum leaking from the head of his cock. He lifted his head up from his phone to look straight at you, your body sprawled over your bed as your fingers daintily skimmed over your cunt, making your body shudder at the slightest contact.

you: wish you were here..

it’s getting boring doing this all alone :(

jungkook: i can imagine, i’ve been holding myself back for weeks

He looked up from his screen to see you still teasing yourself, and he felt bad for not being there with you.

jungkook: don’t be shy, baby

go ahead and slide that finger in for me

nice n slow

You drop your phone beside you and prop yourself up on your elbows, looking out the window to see Jungkook motioning his arm up and down, giving you all the more reason to believe he was getting off right now.

Despite your assumption, you did as he said anyway, carefully pushing your middle finger and eliciting a quiet gasp.

Jungkook had a keen eye on you, feeling his cock grow harder as he watched your body react outwardly. He’d barely made you do anything and you were already a writhing mess.

jungkook: you didn’t think to tell me that you touch yourself every night because of me?

we could’ve dealt with this issue sooner rather than later

God, if Jungkook knew these illicit feelings were mutual, he would’ve fucked you way before now, but he was too busy being careful.

Maybe he should stop being so cautious around you.

you: jungkook, i can’t do this

i want your fingers :(

You were on the verge of throwing your phone across the room out of frustration. You were tired of using the same fingers to seek pleasure, you needed something different.

jungkook: we can’t always get what we want

come on, i’m sure someone as desperate as you would find other ways to fuck herself

Your middle and index finger were moving in and out of you at a gradual pace, as you set your phone down between your legs and opened up your camera, adjusting the angle so he could see the extravagant mess you were making, before tapping the red button to record.

Jungkook was slouched in his seat, quiet groans falling from his lips and upon setting his eyes on the attachment you sent him, the man was sitting upright again, awe overtaking his features as he watched the video intently.

He had his phone volume at the max, so as soon as he pressed play, his ears were met with the sounds of your soft breaths and subtle moans, but it wasn’t enough to distract him from the main show; your digits disappearing far between your legs before reappearing completely coated in your arousal.

“Shit.. prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Jungkook continued to watch, his palm still wrapped around the base of his cock and he pumped himself slowly, imagining you whimpering and begging for his touch you so dearly couldn’t have.

He was caught off guard the when you completely retracted your digits, instead landing a light smack to your gushing pussy which triggered your body to jerk against the mattress and curse.

“Oh, Jungkook.. fuck—! Please.. I can’t do this on my own. Please don’t make me do this on my own..”

He wasn’t hearing things was he? You were definitely crying and moaning his name in the video.

Jungkook was brought out of his daydream when you smacked your weeping cunt again and then collecting the leaking mess from between your legs to then shove them past your lips.

Your moans were muffled due to your mouth being full, but Jungkook could tell from a mile away you were enjoying yourself.

And hell, he wanted to enjoy himself too.

Hurriedly tucking himself back into his dress pants, he shoved his phone into his pocket and practically zoomed over to your apartment. He knew where you lived and how you kept a spare key under your door mat (from the countless interactions he had with you) and when he reached your door, he fumbled to unlock it, his hands breaking out into a sweat and his boner not providing him much assistance in calming down.

You were too far gone to notice Jungkook had already welcomed himself into your home. Your body had sunk further into the mattress as your fingers did the same, diving between your folds and presumably bottoming out when you couldn’t handle anymore.

“You still can’t get off on your own?”

Jungkook’s voice forces every movement in your body to still.

You forced yourself up and off the bed, grabbing your sheets in a bid to cover up, but what was the point? He’d seen you naked multiple times.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come over so soon..” you say, fumbling with your sheets and Jungkook could only laugh.

“You’re acting as if you didn’t send me that video of you crying for me, Y/N. I can’t leave you like that now, can I?” Jungkook shook his head at analysing your features to see that there were remnants of tears marking your flushed cheeks, and it was so endearing for him to look at.

“You could’ve at least knocked—”

“—Why’d you stop?” he asks, gesturing towards your bed and and your shielded body. “I figured you’d keep going.”

You’re about to respond and defend your case, but before you could open your mouth, Jungkook was approaching you at high speed, reaching his hand out to wrap securely around your throat as he shoved his lips against yours.

As expected, you were melting against him, your body easing up and limbs no longer tense, your sheets were falling off your body and pooling around your ankles. A shudder ran down your spine and Jungkook took it as an opportunity to slip his tongue past your lips and tighten his hold around your neck, keeping you in place for his better advantage.

His boner was pressed against your stomach as your arms hung loosely by your sides, allowing the man to position and handle you as he pleased “You gonna let me take you however I want?” he mumbles against your lips, pushing your body back towards the window until you couldn’t go any further. “Your tight cunt isn’t ready for me, Y/N. We gotta stretch you out just right for this to work.”

You simply hum, already feeling a little light headed having not taken a breath in the last two minutes, but thankfully Jungkook noticed, briefly retracting his hand from around your throat and pulling away from you so you could both take a breather.

Only the exchange of heavy breaths were filling your bedroom, as Jungkook took in the state of you; your lips all puffy and swollen, cheeks flushed pink and stained with tears from earlier on, and just the slightest hint of red adorning your neck from where his hands previously sat. Your tits were sat perfectly, nipples hardened and briskly brushing against the mesh material of his shirt.

You didn’t have much time to wrap your head around what was going on, because before you knew it, Jungkook settled his hands tightly on your hips and forcing you to turn around, pushing you up against the window with your ass out for him to rock himself against you from behind.

“You’re gonna look out that window, and you’re gonna imagine I’m sitting there, watching you get the life fucked out of you,” he whispers against the shell of your ear, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look straight ahead at the only apartment that had its lights on.

Who were you to say no to him?

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In this day and age, girls know they can be one of three things when they grow old enough: wives, nuns, or—in rare cases—hunters.

Life is as hard as it is, even though your kingdom, consisting of many villages, is prosperous. The rich are rich and the poor are poor, which is the same even in less fortunate kingdoms. There is law and order, and people follow these traditions.

When you’re a little girl, you’re allowed to play with boys, learn sports, run around and scrape your knees. But, as soon as you turn eight, your life changes. Boys start going to school—real school—where they are taught everything. Girls, on the other hand, take classes on what is expected of them in the future, how to be an adequate daughter and not embarrass your family, etiquette and nice behavior, sewing and knitting, and all the things you absolutely hated as a little girl.

After school, girls can play with boys, even if it’s considered more appropriate for them to spend time with older women, talk to them, and learn from them. You never did that. All your free time was spent with your brother and his peers. You learned from them, heard everything they were taught in school and were able to read from their books and discover the kind of knowledge they were allowed to possess. You envied them terribly all your life.

It was then that you realized you were all taught the same thing—monsters were real and they were a threat. Monsters were beings that could wipe out a village in hours if there were enough of them. When you were a child, they were the only threat to your kingdom, the only thing that didn’t pick and choose who to kill, like hunger did. Every person in the kingdom, no matter how poor, was trained on monsters from an early age.

Because they were big and strong and dangerous, hunters were the only group of people who would voluntarily come in contact with them. The hunters were rewarded generously for their contribution to society, but due to the nature of their business and the fact that they were required to travel, hunters did not marry. 

Most families had both boys and girls. Some boys would marry if the family could afford to bring in the bride and feed her too. Some girls would marry if the family could afford their dowry. In case they couldn’t, the family would send them off to be nuns, to pray in chapels and help priests, to pray for monsters to go away and bring back hope to people. It was free, and most families would send their female children there because they just couldn’t be able to afford them staying on when they turned of age. 

When a daughter knew she wasn’t going to marry—either there was something wrong with her or she didn’t have dowry—she would be able to take a physical test with the boys, if she wanted to. If she proved stronger than the majority of them, she could become a hunter herself. If not, she would become a nun.

It was a terrible choice, and most girls without a dowry picked the nunnery because it was safe. Monsters don’t go inside churches, after all. They usually kill off the poor people on the outskirts of villages and slowly make their way towards the town center. Monsters were known to eradicate towns, so village people were always afraid of them. None of them wanted to volunteer their female children to get killed by monsters during training. A daughter in a nunnery can at least help in some way—a dead daughter couldn’t.

When little girls became women—when they bled for the first time—the decision would be made on their behalf. Young women had no say in it, it was the parents who decided. Parents had a  couple of options, based on how well-off they were. If the family was able to afford the dowry, the girls would get sent to a real school for women, one where they would learn even more about how to be a good wife, how to pleasure the husband, how to cook and clean in case the husband couldn’t afford to keep servants, how to care for children. 

However, some marriages were arranged between poorer families without dowry, though. A family sometimes needed a female touch—the woman of the house had died, and the family could accept a bride without dowry in return for her labor. In other words, families could take on someone without a dowry if they wanted to, which was rarely the case. It was an additional expense to house and feed another person, especially in the villages. 

Your two sisters did have a dowry, so you knew all about the teachings in those wife schools and dreaded the idea of attending it yourself. You couldn’t think of anything more boring than sitting with other girls in school and learning how to speak softly, be a good wife, and never speak your mind. By the time you became a woman, your sisters were already married off. 

Your brother was to continue with the family business, so he was engaged to marry the neighbor’s daughter when she became old enough to marry him. You could still remember the day when you became a woman, when you woke up and felt strange wetness between your thighs, when you pulled the covers off of yourself and saw blood. You knew your fate was sealed forever because you had no dowry and no marriage agreement.

You insisted your parents let you take the test. After all, you’d been practicing for it for years with your brother and his friends. You hoped you’d be good enough to be allowed to go and fight the big bad monsters that threatened everyone’s safety. The other choice simply wasn’t for you. Your parents didn’t think you’d ever qualify to become a hunter, so they gave in, thinking you would fail. In their minds, this was just a little test you’d take, embarrass yourself, and then be forced to go into a nunnery. 

The day you became a woman, your parents went to report it to authorities, explaining that you would be taking the hunter test. The authorities gave you a week’s rest, until the bleeding stopped. The test was difficult and exhausting and your entire body hurt, certain bones aching to touch weeks after it happened. But, most importantly, you passed it and went to train with hunters. Once you passed the test, your parents couldn’t take their permission back or change the course of history.

Now, years later, you realize how rare it is for women to become hunters. During your years as one, you’ve only met a handful of them. There were a lot of male hunters, but sadly, many of them died too. Monsters were unpredictable if they were left out there to mate. One or two weren’t that complicated to kill if you were capable and knowledgeable. But, they were deadly in groups, quick and unpredictable. Many hunters died fighting them, which is making them—you—scarce. 

Not all families wanted to let their children become hunters, either. It was like sending a family member to certain death—maybe not right then, but in a year or two or ten, surely. Poor families who had sons with no prospect of a good future would usually send them to hunter school, hoping to at least benefit from the pay that would come after their children started killing monsters. 

All of that makes you one of the hunters famous for their skills. The longer you survive as a hunter, the more appreciated your expertise is. Because of it, you’ve traveled the world, seen other kingdoms, and fought monsters of all sizes—something a nun or a wife could never even dream of doing. You like it that way. Due to the nature of your calling, important people know about you, which is why you’re shown to the court of Jeon Jungkook, the king of your kingdom. Your king.

The man is impressive, you have to give him that. He’s not as big and tall as kings are always depicted in all the school books—lies told to deceive the masses and make them think the leaders are invincible and extraordinary—but he’s tall enough, broad enough, and handsome enough for you to look twice. You would have looked twice anyway because he is a king, after all, but this way, the sight is actually pleasant, for a change. You’ve had enough of old, perverted kings and their comments about a night with them being your pay for killing a monster that threatened their kingdom. In many cases, you wished you hadn’t killed the monster and that it had eaten the king instead.

The man’s looks are more than impressive—strong eyebrows framing his chiseled face, deep eyes demanding a second look, dark curly hair framing it perfectly. A single glance at the handsome king shows he’s led a good life, a life without many worries, a somewhat easy life. Each role in this world comes with its burdens, and not even powerful men are spared from those, even if theirs are much lighter than some others.

You two look at each other for a moment or two while the other men in the room glance at one and then the other, waiting for one of you to speak. You don’t want to be the one to break the silence. After all, you were invited here on his orders—the man could at least tell you what for, even if you already know he has a monster problem.

You’re sure King Jungkook wants you to solve it for him. You’ve heard about the two or three monsters on the outskirts terrorizing the city. A hunter friend of yours has died trying to kill them. Hunters are hard to get by, so the problem has grown in the meantime, but you are here with one of the younger hunters and you’re certain the two of you will solve the issue—Jungkook just has to offer something in return for you risking your lives. That’s how the transaction usually goes. He offers, hunters accept and go risk their lives, no matter how much they were offered.

The king nods at you when you move from the door, walk into the room, and check him out from head to toe, all without a word. His voice takes you aback—it’s smooth and kind-sounding, even if there is little kindness in the order he spits out, “Leave us alone, thank you.” With that, the four servants and a couple of stuck-up officials leave the room, leaving you and king Jungkook all alone.

The move is a big mistake on his end. Theoretically speaking, someone could have paid you for his head, but the young king clearly doesn’t think regicide is even an option. When they’re young, they never do. Kings think people just love them too much to want to see them gone. Years teach them that their people do not care about kings but about the food in their bellies and those who put it here. Even if he doesn’t know that yet, Jungkook clearly understands how beneficial you could be to him, which is why you were invited. You’re expecting him to offer you the world in exchange for your help.

“You asked to see me?” you ask with a cocked-up eyebrow, looking around the big room he’s seeing you in. Fancy, too fancy for the likes of you, but still, nothing you haven’t seen before. There were even richer kings who needed your help before.

“Yes, that’s right. I did ask to see you so I could talk to you about the inefficiency of your kind,” he says gruffly, giving you a grimace of annoyance. It's the first time a king left you speechless, so it takes you a while to recover. Did he just—? Your kind? What the hell did that mean? Your kind saved his kind’s asses many times before, risking their lives in the process.

“Excuse me?” You’re just too stunned to react in the way a hunter usually would. You don’t have to be there, you don’t have to help if you don’t want to. You’re trained to, you feel obligated to, it’s your destiny because you weren’t chosen to be a wife and didn’t want to be a nun, but pretty boy can’t make you fight for him—no one can.

“Listen, I am the King. I paid your kind for your services and was promised you’d solve the monster issue months ago,” he sneers at you, nose flaring as the young king speaks to you like you’re nothing, banging the tip of his pointer finger against the desk to show how angry he is. Every couple of words, the digit presses into the wood harshly, making you look down. “So tell me why our death toll is at seventy people as of two days ago! Seventy! Why have hunters died instead of killing the monsters? Why did I give you gold that will last a lifetime in return for nothing?”

The pretty man’s face changed from sweet to angry, but that doesn’t move you at all. What does is the tone he is using with you, the way he’s talking to you—no man has talked to you that way since you became a hunter. They simply didn’t dare. The people know a hunter’s training is tough. Those who survive as hunters are even tougher. After all, you were trained to kill creatures far stronger than people, so why would a measly little man think he could shout at you? In this case, he’s a king with an inflated sense of self, but still… Not a very wise move from one Jeon Jungkook, especially not when you’re all alone in a room together.

You want to ask who exactly he paid. He can’t be mad at you for not killing this monster when you just arrived there, not even making a deal with the man. “Have you pa—”

“I am not done speaking!” he shouts, banging his fist against the desk, making you stop in place and look at him. Then, Jungkook starts walking up and down the room nervously, his arms flailing around as he continues, “I am the King! I paid fairly and generously because the safety of my people—of your people—is of the utmost importance to me. There is no price to human life! I know that and I’ve invited the best of the best to deal with the issue, and yet nothing was done. Not a single thing. Hunters used to be able to kill groups of twelve monsters, and now you can’t fight off a smaller group? Clearly, something has gone wrong in the training you’ve received because this is outrageous.”

You know the king doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the people—they’re expendable goods, these poor people who pay taxes and make his family rich. No poor people means no taxes, which means the Jeon dynasty would become poor themselves, and that’s why this handsome-when-angry king is furious. The way he’s moving about gives off his nervousness. Is he afraid of the people’s reaction to his inefficiency, his failure to protect them?

Since you’re still speechless, the man continues, “What else do I have to do? I have paid you people more than fairly. I can’t give you the entire kingdom, can I?”

“With all due respect, you haven’t paid me a cent. You’ve paid colleagues of mine for their work. If a hunter has died while on a mission, they surely didn’t do it to cheat the likes of you out of money, king,” you spit the words at him, furious at all the implications. You say it with such sass you’re worried he might do something to you. 

But, then again, hunters are above the law in most cases, save for causing bodily harm of any kind to other humans who haven’t attacked them first. Anything else, they can get away with in return for keeping nations safe. “We have lost many people through the years, and it was never because of a lack of trying or training—it was because these monsters get stronger the more lives they take. So, the monsters on the outskirts of our,” you stress the word, reminding the king that this is your hometown, “city have probably eaten hundreds of people before even stumbling upon the city. That’s why good hunters died fighting them.”

Your tone is brass and harsh, and you’re positive no one in his life has spoken to the young king that way. Before he was a king, he was a prince, and no one talks to princes that way, either. Shock is written all over Jungkook’s face from the second you start speaking—he stops in place, lets his mouth hang open, and his eyebrow cocks up in the middle of it. When you’re done, he closes his mouth, gulps, and continues walking.

“Fine. All of that is fine,” he says, waving your rudeness off. You’re surprised he hasn’t screamed for his guards to send you away or walk over to you to slap you, to put you in your place for talking back to him. Maybe there’s more to this specific king than you think. “You have lost your colleagues, I have lost my bride-to-be months ago. They,” he grunts, shaking his head, “they massacred her body and the bodies of her servants that accompanied her to the picnic. We were supposed to get married a mere month from that date, but… She’s gone now. And they’re still eating people, murdering them, ruining lives. What is wrong with your kind? Can’t you do your job? How many of you do I need to pay to get here? What price is good enough for you people to come here and do the only fucking thing you were trained for, badly at that?”

Jungkook annoys you. You can’t stand people who look down at hunters. After all, all of you are there because you wanted to be, because you heard terrible stories about these monsters being a threat to you—the people who lived on the outskirts, not those safe in their palaces of gold with servants at their doors. Hunters become what they are because of their desire to fight the monsters and win, keep everyone else safe. 

Nobody is in it for the pay. What’s the use of all the money when you could die right then and there? You couldn’t marry or have children as a hunter, not unless someone married you without a dowry or wife training. Male hunters also weren’t trained for much else, which is why they were doomed. The life expectancy of a hunter is a lot shorter than a villager’s, let alone a king’s, which means no one understood what kind of sacrifices were made at such a young age. While the pretty king went to his warm bed every night with a belly full of the finest food and the tastiest wine, hunters were out in the woods dying for him and his kind.

So, when this man starts assuming you’re all in it for the money, something inside you snaps. The hunter who died for this spoiled brat was your friend, one of the people who taught you everything you know. You’ve killed more monsters than Jungkook has even heard of, despite his perfect training, and he thinks he has the right to judge you, your friend, or any other hunters out there. You’ve had enough.

In three quick strides, you’re standing in front of him, your forearm pressed into his neck, his body hitting the wall behind him because of the force of your push. The king wasn’t expecting you to do that, which is why you are now able to pin him against the wall and push your body against his, rendering him immobile. There’s fear in his eyes for a split second, but then he grins. “What are you going to do, kill me?” Jungkook snickers like he doesn’t even care if you do exactly that. “Be done with it.”

“I’m not here to kill you.” It’s your turn to sneer at him and talk to him like you’re filled with hate. “But I’m also not here to be treated like scum, either. My kind is your kind, king. We’re all people. While you were trained on how to be a rich brat, I spent my younger years in the forest, cold and afraid, fighting off any animal or monster I could find. The only goal is to keep people safe, and not just the rich people who live far away from the places these monsters attack. I need to keep my people safe, the poor ones, the ones who don’t have guns and stone houses to protect themselves like you. So, if you need my help, king, you will watch the way you speak to the person who came here of her own volition to help you kill these monsters. If you can do that, I will grant you the same courtesy.”

You say all of this right to his face, your noses almost touching, eyes peering into one another’s. It’s a tense situation, and you never thought you’d be this close to a king—you hated almost every single one you’ve met. Besides, you can’t really get away with threatening a king and choking him. You’re not sure if the man will scream for help or stab you. Anything could be expected at this point. 

However, the thing that happens is something you couldn’t have imagined in your wildest fantasy—his highness gets erect right against your stomach. The thing poking your stomach is a hard cock, unmistakably. You didn’t need to attend wife school to learn about these things—hunters can do whatever they want with the bodies whose safety they risk daily. So, you’ve had your fair share of hard cocks pressing against you, and you are positive this is one. 

You raise an eyebrow and Jungkook gulps, looking down at your lips. “I— I— Apologize,” he mutters, sounding so pathetic all of a sudden. “I just want this issue solved, that is all. I will pay whatever you need, offer you whatever you want if you can help me.”

The king is as meek as they come, completely spineless when he meets a woman who can talk back. You’re sure his poor wife-to-be was taught never to speak back to him, not even if he mistreated her, God rest her soul. So, the king is enjoying the power dynamics here, the fact that you do a manlier thing than he does, the fact that you can kill a monster he himself couldn’t even if he tried. He likes it, and you have to admit you like him too. 

Not because he’s a king but because he spoke to you that way despite you being stronger than him, despite him needing you, and not the other way around, even though you could walk out and leave him helpless. Besides, the man is a king—he’s surely clean and well-versed in the art of sexual pleasure. Having sex in the woods couldn’t be as good as having sex in a warm palace, and you haven’t tried that one yet.

“The monster issue,” you ask, tilting your head to the side, your lips almost brushing against his, “or this problem?” With that, you push your body against his, applying pressure to his erect member, making him gasp, which sounds so sweet somehow. Definitely not as scary as Jungkook thought he sounded earlier when he shouted, that’s for sure.

The king visibly relaxes all of a sudden and even lets out a chuckle. “I will pay you for killing the monsters for me,” he says, licking his lips while his eyes look up from yours, “and I will fuck you for free. Deal?”

You scoff, moving away, letting go of his neck. Jungkook places his hand over his throat for a second and looks at you with a blank expression. “You will fuck me for free?” With a scoff, you tongue your cheek and check him out from head to toe, making sure you look condescending when you do so—the king shouldn’t let his title get to his head. “You say it like you should be paid to do it.”

“You haven’t tried me yet,” the man challenges, his hand suddenly grabbing the belt around your hips, pulling you closer to him. He has a lot more strength than you thought because he manages to pull you in closer with just one move of his hand, one grab of his hand around the belt, one sneak of his fingers around the leather. The movement turns you on—not many men dare act that way around a hunter, male or female. “What do you say, hunter?”

The way he stresses the word and spits it out the same way you did his title makes you consider his offer. You’re going to chase and kill the monster either way—it’s what you came here to do. But, the sex offer came out of the blue. You know the sex will stay between you two. Jungkook is a king, he can’t risk talking about fucking a monster hunter, and you will keep your mouth shut because you don’t want other kings to think they’re getting laid when they call you for a job. It’s not a service you provide. 

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you whisper to him and watch his mouth turn from a straight line to a smirk.

Suddenly, the meek king is meek no more. His expression turns cocky, his hands start groping you over your clothes, lips finding yours. He kisses like he means it—warm and wet, tongue swiping across your lips, begging for access. The most powerful man in the kingdom seems to be turned on by the fact you choked and threatened him, told him how you really felt about him and people like him. That much is clear from the way he grinds against you, erection rubbing your stomach over your clothes in his desperate attempt to get any kind of friction.

When you finally give in to him and open your mouth, Jungkook groans and shoves his long tongue into it, his hips push into yours until your ass hits his desk. While he’s kissing you, his hands undo your belt, one of them sneaking into your pants. It’s a messy kiss, one that gives off his neediness, the type you don’t expect from kings. Do kings ever kiss or do they just lie in bed and wait for a whore to come sit on them and do everything on their behalf while they just lie there being the lazy brats they were? Well, not this king. While you think about that, the man’s strong hand sneaks inside your underwear, cupping your sex with a growl, like he’s finally getting something he’s wanted for a long time. 

His kisses are sloppy—drool is wetting your chin while Jungkook kisses you and grunts, his fingers playing with your sex eagerly, pads moving up and down your sex. You expected him to push his fingers inside to prepare you for his member, but the king takes his time, no matter how hasty he seems. The back of his palm presses into your clitoris while he kisses you, and you see no other option than to reward him by grabbing his erection over his clothes and running your palm over it, which makes the man tremble against you. 

“Sensitive there, king?” You’re just teasing Jungkook for suddenly seeming so weak when he was full of himself just minutes ago, when he thought he could get away with shouting at you for something you didn’t do. 

“Hm…” The chuckle Jungkook lets out sounds cocky, his lips brush against yours as he asks, “Sensitive here, hunter?” With that, three of his fingers start rubbing your clitoris hard, pushing against it and then moving around in quick circles that make you moan. 

You bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from sounding that eager—you don’t want to give him that type of satisfaction, not just yet. Jungkook still seems pretty cocky about it, so you sneak one hand into his pants and grab the tip of his cock, squeezing the area just below it as hard as you can, feeling the meaty flesh push back against your touch. Your other hand grabs the back of the king’s head, pulling on his silky smooth locks. 

“Not as much as you, I think,” you say as your thumb swipes across his plush tip, smearing around the tell-tale sign of his excitement, making the man hiss before he kisses you again.

The king chuckles and pulls his hand out of your pants, depriving you of his warmth on you, of his touch between your legs. It seems like he wants you to beg, but you’re not going to give him what he wants, so you let go of his hard cock and shrug. “That’s how you want to play?”

“I don’t want to play at all,” you admit. “My kind doesn’t play.” You stress the word he used earlier, making it sound derogatory. The king scoffs, one corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smirk before he leans in and places his hands on your hips, grabbing the material of your pants.

“You’ll soon realize,” he starts speaking to you again, voice now very smooth and almost sweet, hands pulling your clothes down your legs in one quick motion, “that my kind doesn’t play either.” And just like that, you’re naked from the waist down in the king’s meeting quarters, the man himself squatting in front of you. “Now let me do this right.” 

You nod and continue looking down at the man, wondering what his plan is. Since he is who he is, you expect the guy to just fuck you—the type of sex you’re used to, someone taking you on your feet, from behind, just a quick fuck to get what you both need out of it. Kings don’t usually even care what the other party needs, which is why they pay someone for their services and call it a day most of the time. 

“Up,” Jungkook grumbles at you and you lift one leg, just high enough for him to take off your boot and set this leg free of your clothes. He repeats the same with the other leg, and you feel thankful for the warm bath you were able to take this morning at the roadhouse. It made your skin feel soft, made you smell nice, made the king want to touch you. He runs his hands up your naked legs to your ass, squeezing it. “So that’s the way to get a hunter to shut up.”

You laugh at that heartily, realizing this specific king might not be as stupid as most of them. He gets up and grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head. In less than a minute, you’re completely nude in front of the king, and he sits you on his desk, makes you spread your legs for him while he kisses you just as eagerly as earlier. You do the best you can with the room you have and pull his pants down, grabbing a handful of his firm ass in the process, grazing your fingers over his balls while you set them free along with his cock. 

Only then do you feel even, like the king doesn’t have the upper hand, even though being bare in front of a fully-clothed man does something to your brain, makes your crotch react. It’s then that the man touches you, his mouth kissing its way down your neck, sucking on the skin while he pushes himself against you, wrapping an arm around you. 

The only thing you can do is start tugging at his member, preparing it for what’s to come—even if it is as hard as it can get, even if it needs no preparation. Jungkook reacts to that by practically whining into the skin of your neck and easing a finger inside of you so slowly you want to cuss at him and tell him to go harder. You squirm under his touch when he pulls the finger out and then pushes it in again, and he notices the way you tremble, even if he’s busy nibbling on your neck. “What is it?” he asks, practically scoffing, lips brushing against the vein in your neck. “Not used to going slow?”

“Can’t fuck slow in the woods,” you admit nonchalantly, which makes him almost gasp, but he hides it by clearing his throat. The king is clearly not used to women being so open about sex, which comes as no surprise considering all the ladies at his court have to be prim and proper. That’s what they taught in school, anyway.

“Good thing you’re not in the woods anymore, hunter,” the king mumbles and takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on the nipple with his eyes closed. Now two of his fingers sneak inside of you and he curls them, rubbing you from the inside, finding that spot that feels perfect when touched like that. Maybe some kings do get better training than you give them credit for. “I rarely fuck fast.”

You laugh and look down at him, speeding up the movements of your hand which is still wrapped around his thick shaft. The faster you move, the more the king grunts and hums against your chest, his tongue poking out to tease your nipple. “Yeah? I doubt a long, sensual fuck will help you get all that pent-up frustration out, king.”

“Who said I’m frustrated?” Jungkook looks up at you and bites into the flesh of your breast, just around the nipple, chuckling evilly when you groan and clench around his fingers. “Like that, hm?”

He’s only asking because your eyes fluttered closed when he started moving his fingers fast, his thumb brushing your clitoris. “They do teach you something in king school, after all.”

Jungkook giggles and starts moving his hand faster, which makes you grab onto his fine shirt and start doing the same with your hand. You’re not letting him off easy. “Yeah,” he surprisingly agrees. “They do teach you how to pleasure someone.”

“They send women for you to practice with?” you can’t help but ask, even if it’s none of your business. You’re here to do a job, this is just a stop along the way. Jungkook speeds up even more, suckling on your nipple while his hand pushes into you fast and hard, filling the vast space of his office with lascivious sounds. “Have to pretend they enjoy it?”

He grunts, cock twitching in your fist, teeth grazing your breast. “Are you pretending, hunter? Doesn’t feel like it.”

“No,” you admit, unable to lie when your body is starting to clench already, when you feel so close to orgasm you are already moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “But you had practice. And training.”

“They didn’t teach you how to spread your legs in hunter school?” he teases, knowing very well what they do and don’t teach your kind, as he put it. “Didn’t teach you how to take a cock well, how to pleasure a man?”

“No, king,” you respond, kicking your head back and letting him pull you closer as he sends you over the edge. “Other hunters taught me that.”

He growls and bites into your shoulder before pecking your lips. “Give me their names, I’ll have them all killed,” Jungkook jokes—at least you think so by the way he giggles right after and pushes his thumb against your clitoris. 

“Can’t kill men for pleasuring me,” is what you manage to mutter between two loud moans, ones that tell the king he’s about to make you come, which makes him even cockier. “Can only pleasure me better.”

“Oh, I fully intend to,” he grunts and finally pushes the fingers inside you so hard you see stars, so hard that you just grab his cock and his shirt and let yourself come hard, walls clenching and releasing around the two long fingers inside of you, clit pulsating against the pad of his thumb. The king continues moving and coos teasingly. “See? I’ll fuck you so good you’ll only want kings after.”

That’s the thing that makes you scoff and push him away from your neck with a grin, even if your body is still writhing with pleasure, even if you’re breathless. He is a fine specimen, a man who knows what he’s doing, but he’s still a king. “This is an exception, not a rule.”

“The only king that gets to have your pussy?” Jungkook sounds ecstatic, maybe even a bit hopeful as he lightly smacks your swollen slit.

“Who said you can have it?” you tease, knowing very well you’re already ready to take that rod between his legs and milk the cum out of it. You didn’t come this far not to feel him inside of you.

“You said I’m frustrated,” the king says before licking a stripe up your neck and sucking on your ear while two of his fingers enter you again. “Let me fuck my frustrations out on you.”

“Well, that is better than shouting.” With that, you start jerking his cock again, the other hand moving down from his shirt to grab his balls. “In fact, that’s the only acceptable way to take out your frustrations on someone else.”

Jungkook agrees with a chuckle, eyes glancing at yours. “You feel so tight,” he tells you, reminding you of the two fingers still shoved deep inside of you which are now moving in scissoring motion. “Can’t wait to feel you even closer.”

“Slow down, king,” you hum and start moving your hand even faster, wanting to see the man fall apart. “I thought you said you fucked slow. We’re just getting started.”

It’s a lie—you’re more than ready to take him now and you’re almost positive you’ll enjoy it even if he lasts a minute or two. But, Jungkook grins and shoves his tongue inside of your mouth again, pushing his clothed chest against yours, removing his fingers from you. “Can I taste you?” he hums into your ear, his body warm next to yours. You’re surprised that is what a king wants, but you’re not going to let that show. 

“You’ll have to pay me extra for that,” you tease, referring to his earlier comment when he thought he’d be pulling all the strings. However, the king drops to his knees and takes your sex into his mouth instantly, humming as he does so. His tongue probes between your lips, sinking to your entrance, swirling around it, and then moves back up to your clitoris, all in a couple of seconds. Whatever they taught in king school should be taught in all schools, you think to yourself, but you’re not admitting it to Jungkook. So you get yourself together, clear your throat, and mumble, “You heard me?”

“Loud and clear,” the man sucking on your sex says and moves away, your wetness on his chin. The way he looks at you makes you clench around nothing—there’s desire in his eyes, desire and need to have you, and you’re not used to being looked at like that. You’re not one of the beautiful and polished court ladies with long, beautiful hair, silky dresses, and skin made sweet by lotions. You’re not someone men look at that way, especially not kings. “Not a problem. I’m the king, right?”

You simply nod and place your feet on the desk in a move that’s so unladylike it’s almost comical. You half-expect someone of his caliber to mock you for it, tell you it’s not the proper way to behave, instruct you to lie down and take it, try to hide your sex, and act all shy when a man wants to shove his face in your crotch. But, Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he just grabs your thighs, pushes them apart even more, and dives right back in, tongue moving up and down your slit, juices spilling onto his firm, expensive desk. 

You’re handing him all control, you realize a couple of minutes in when your toes start curling again, when it feels like Jungkook is becoming one with your pussy, not even taking a breath while he’s eating you out—or so it seems. You’re just sitting there, propped up on your elbows, and staring at his pretty face. 

He really is a pretty man, even if that is considered an insult for his sex. Men want to be called handsome, gruff, manly. But, you’re starting to realize you like them pretty whenever you look down between your legs and see Jungkook suck on your clit, his eyes playfully staring back at yours. He shouldn’t have this type of control over you and your preferences, so you continue teasing him. “How many women have you paid to fuck on this desk, king?”

It should put him in his place, remind him about the payment thing, give you the upper hand. But, the comment just makes him hum against your skin. “About to christen it,” he mumbles. Oh, so no one else got fucked on this desk by the man himself? Interesting.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Your eyes look down, his look up, and right then, you know he’s going to give it to you hard. Soon enough, he’s on his feet, clothes around his thighs, cock smacking against your now thoroughly wet and prepared slit. The king kisses you, lets you feel your sweet tanginess on his tongue, something you haven’t tasted in years, and you kiss him back just as eagerly, grip his soft curls and pull him in even closer. While kissing, the tip of his cock enters you and the rest of it quickly follows.

The way you grunt at the feeling makes Jungkook chuckle and break away from the kiss. “Good?” he checks, even if he doesn’t have to. You can’t remember when anyone has checked whether you were enjoying yourself during sex, not even when it was your first time, when you were just learning things. 

“It’s no hunter dick,” you say, offering no further explanation. You don’t want Jungkook to know you’re touched by his faux concern.

“On second thought, I think I'm frustrated after all,” the proud king mutters with a chuckle, hands moving down to your hips. And then, he starts smacking into you so hard you can’t help but cry out. “Should take it out on you.”

You’ve already had one orgasm and he’s built up the second one perfectly, so every stroke against your walls feels lovely, feels like exactly what you need. Jungkook seems to know that because there’s a confident look on his face that’s frowning, jaw clenched as he thrusts hard. It’s the type of face people make when they do hard work—like fighting off big, bad monsters, straining to use all their power to overcome the enemy, or doing manual labor. In other words, it’s not a face you expect a king to make, especially not a king as powerful and rich like the one currently inside of you. 

“What are you so frustrated about?” you manage to squeeze the words out, even if you feel like he’s beating your hips with his, like his cock is slamming against your walls hard, like you’ll feel him inside of you long after Jungkook pulls out. “Hard being king?”

He stops trying so valiantly for a second and breaks out into laughter, even if his hips keep smacking against yours, making your ass push into the wood you’re sitting on. “Lost a lot to monsters,” he grunts, moving in so close he can barely pull his cock out of you, but that just means the thrusts are deep every time. Jungkook pulls his hips back just an inch and slams them into you again. “My future wife,” he says, reminding you of the fact that he was supposed to be a married man. 

“You’re the king, your family will find a suitable match,” you say spitefully. Well, it’s not exactly out of spite, but you’re just disappointed with how the world works, how all these things are contractual. You can’t count how many men have propositioned you during the years despite the rings on their ring fingers, knowing their dutiful wives were waiting at home. Marriages were arranged by families or completely transactional—there was no love or lust or friendship behind them. “Only the finest for the king, right? I’m sure some poor soul out there is just finishing wife school hoping to become the queen.”

You were sure the king was already supposed to marry some beautiful rich girl whose father owned a lot of land or businesses. These things were arranged before people even met, without their consent or care for the well-being of the people involved in the marriage. “I didn’t even want that match to begin with,” he informs you, pressing his lips against yours for a second before grunting when you clench around him on purpose. “Let alone a suitable one.”

“A rebel king?” You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist just to pull him into your frame, feel his body against yours. “I love that.”

When he accepts the new power play and starts pumping himself into you again, Jungkook grunts, “Monsters have taken people away from me.” You don’t need to be reminded of the dangers you face every day, so you hum. “And they’ve also taken my ability to think.”

“Why do you say that, king?” you mumble, grabbing your breast and squeezing it, which gets him to stare. Suddenly, he shifts, wraps his arms around your waist, and leans forward to lick your nipple. 

Only then does the proud king answer your question. “I’m here balls deep in a hunter,” he reminds you, sheathing himself into you all the way and pausing for a second, “just because she has a big mouth.” The way Jungkook looks at you tells you all you need to know—he’s loving every second of it. His big eyes are focused on yours as his lips quiver into a smirk, and there’s something gentle about the way he looks at you.

You laugh at that and let him suck on your breasts for a while, while he continues pumping his thick length inside of you and sending shivers down your spine with his nimble tongue. “At least I’ll solve your problem for you.”

“Oh, you sure will,” he hums, “you’ll solve many of them.” You’re not sure what the mighty king means by that, but you’re taking it. 

When his breathing gets ragged, you start meeting his thrust with your hips, allowing Jungkook to sink even further inside of you, which gets him to moan sweetly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. By this point, the king is sweaty, the ends of his curls sticking to the sides of his face, mouth moving from your breasts to your mouth periodically, unable to stay in one place. Somehow, the worn-out look doesn’t ruin his prettiness, doesn’t make him look any less soft, even if his face is getting red and frowning every time your walls wrap around his thick cockhead.

“God almighty!” Jungkook groans, pressing his wet forehead into the side of your face, breathing out so heavily you think he’s already come. “Can I finish inside of you? I feel like I'll die if I don’t.” He sounds so desperate that it makes you think you could get him to do anything for you.

“Only if you marry me, king,” you joke, knowing that’s the one thing hunters can’t do. You can sleep around without being married, you can travel the world, earn money and spend it however you want to, but you can’t start a family.

If you get pregnant, you’re out in the street, unable to take care of a child, unable to continue hunting. A pregnant woman can’t hunt. You’re dead within a couple of months without a roof over your head or security for your baby. You can’t risk it, no hunter can. The men can’t have a family back home when there is no home—that’s the life of a drifter like you.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” the king admits, confirming your suspicions. He pulls you in closer, his arms holding your chest close to his as he pumps fast, fingers digging into the skin of your back. “Give you everything, hm? Just let me, this once…”

“You heard me the first time,” you repeat yourself, a part of you wanting to feel him pump you full of cum, wanting to see the king lose control and get a bit stupid because of what you have between your legs, risk it all. Wouldn’t that be satisfying, knowing what you have between your legs made the king risk impregnation?

“Fine then. I’ll do it,” Jungkook says before he kisses your mouth. 

The next second, his hips start staggering and he buries himself inside of you with a loud grunt. The low grunt turns into barely audible, sweet moans that make you clench—he sounds so vulnerable. That’s when you realize the king has ejaculated inside of you, that his semen is what is causing the sudden warmth between your walls. 

“Did you just—?” You’re speechless. You haven’t really pushed him away or tried to stop him, so it’s on you, but you just didn’t think a king would be so reckless with it. The chances of this resulting in a child are slim, but the possibility is there.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, moving away from the kiss but staying buried inside of you, his lips still close to yours. “You don’t have to kill the monsters, but you have to be my wife. The child of a hunter and king has to be the finest specimen, don’t you think?”

“I’m not a meek little girl you can push around, king,” you stress the word with a scoff. The king might not be serious, but you decide to be honest with him. He might be—Jungkook is no typical king. “I don’t know my place and don’t have wife training. I’m not fit to be a king’s wife or any man’s wife, for that matter. You saw me when I get angry.”

“I like you better this way,” he hums, hand cupping your face, cock slowly slipping out of you. “I need someone who contradicts me once in a while. Besides, this is all the wife training you need. You passed.”

“No dowry, either,” you remind him, still not feeling any shame about him being inside of you, about his semen slowly dripping down onto the desk, about the king’s mouth being an inch away from yours. “Your—the people will go wild. You’d get nothing in return.”

Jungkook cups your face in a move so surprising it makes you stiffen. As if he realizes your inner turmoil, he smiles at you and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs. “I have all the money I could need. I don’t need your father to give me any land or gold or strategic alliance. But, you have the experience of a hunter which none of my men can compete with. I can never have it, no matter how much money I have.”

You chuckle, unable to stop looking at the man who looks quite serious about the whole thing. Maybe he has gone mad. Maybe you kind of like it. “Oh, so you only want me for my experience with monsters?”

“Hm,” Jungkook hums and lets go of your face in favor of wrapping his arms around you. “I quite like your self-sufficiency, too. You’re not afraid to speak your mind. That’s a first.” With that, the king leans in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “And that sweet cunt is just a bonus.”

You chuckle again, shaking your head as the king kisses your neck, as his cock leaves your hole, causing his semen to spill out of you. “Is that enough for a marriage?”

“Aren’t most of them transactional?” Jungkook challenges, cocking an eyebrow up. “I’d get those three things out of the marriage. You’d get… A different life.”

“How come?” It’s quite obvious how a king’s life differs from a hunter’s, but you ask nonetheless. You want to hear what kind of a life he has planned for you, if any. 

“Well, instead of being alone all the time, you’d have a husband,” he notes with a smile, quickly adding, “a husband that finds you intellectually challenging and so incredibly attractive. A husband that would give you all the freedom you need. A husband that would value your opinions when it came to strategy and defense against monsters. You wouldn’t have to be a trophy wife and do any of the ladylike crap they sell to young girls in school.”

All of it sounds a bit too good to be true. You never wanted to be a wife in the traditional sense and stick around the house while the husband worked and made a living. You didn’t want to have children you’d raise on your own, and you didn’t want to have to worry about being poor and not being able to support your children. With a husband like Jungkook, none of that would be a problem.

“Promise?” You hear yourself whispering against his lips, even if you’re still in shock, even if none of it seems real. It’s a good way out of a scary and lonely life you’ve lived for longer than expected in your profession.

“I promise, hunter,” the king says, sealing the deal with a gentle kiss. “Now, who do we find to kill these monsters?”

You make quick work of your reflexes, lips closing around your thumb as they catch the zesty flavour of the lemon ice cream that melts over your skin. The summer heat works faster though, the juices dripping down your wrist, sugary thickness coating the single gold chain you’ve worn around it since you’ve had memory. 

Too focused on cleaning the sticky mess, your eyes divert from the crowd of people ahead, suddenly startled when you look up and your friends are out of sight – nothing but strangers taking up your line of vision. Some don’t spare you a glance, others look exasperated, trying to walk past you as your steps falter slightly.

You almost miss it – the gaze of one stranger in particular, a fateful chance threatening to get lost amongst many. But fate says you won’t, and your eyes meet his. It’s for a brief second at first, what makes up a heartbeat, but it’s so pulling you can’t help but glance back, your frantic eyes looking for his. Why? you don’t know, but when they finally meet, you don’t question it much either. 

You don’t smile, just stand in place for a second that feels an eternity long as you look at him. He glances back too, the ghost of a timid smile forming on his lips that you can’t quite make up amidst the chaos Saturday nights bring to your small town, tourists filling the narrow streets, markets overflowing, restaurants packed. The signs of summer paint the white walls in screaming color and just like that, he’s out of sight. 

“There you are!” Jimin says, his hand closing around your wrist and wincing at the stickiness that touches him. 

You look at him, slightly puzzled, but then return the relieved smile that adorns his face. 

“Sorry, got distracted.”

“It’s way too packed in here,” Alex says, looking around as if contemplating her next move. “Should we just get some food and head back home?”

“Yeah, let’s eat outside, make the most of the daylight.” Jimin adds.

It takes the three of you a while to settle on what to eat, and once you all agree that pizza is the universally loved choice, you make your way to the family-owned restaurant you’ve been frequenting since you were children. It’s a small, take-away only place that feels to you like a local’s treasure – never too packed with tourists this time of year, familiar and delicious. You don’t have to browse through the menu when you get there, the warm smile behind the counter way too familiar with your order by now, making small chat as you all hunt for cash in your bags and pockets until you make up the total and pay her. She says the pizza will be ready in thirty minutes and with that, you’re back to killing time. 

You walk through the markets, aimlessly browsing through the stalls and artisan shops, making small talk with the vendors that also happen to be neighbours and old family friends. 

Your fingers skim through the soft cotton fabric of a pretty white dress that hangs neatly on one of the racks, eyeing the details, the pretty embroidered flowers at the hem and on the thin straps. You’re lost in your own world once again, so much so that you barely hear Alex’s voice when she says,

“Are you like, following us or something?” 

Jimin’s eyes widen in shock and a bit of embarrassment and when you turn around you can see that he’s blushing, and when your eyes follow his line of vision they widen too, cheeks warming up and tinting a pretty shade of red. 

“Uh… n-no, no, of course not.” The boy’s deep voice answers back, visibly flustered by her straightforwardness. 

Next to him is the stranger. Your stranger. 

Alex eyes him for a second, deciding whether she believes him or not. She sees no menace in his soft eyes so she gives, “fine. It’s just that this is the third time we bump into you two… and tourists can be little creeps at times.”

He raises his hands up in defeat, giving her a warm smile before he says, “no creepy behaviour taking place here. Just two lost boys in a very small town.”

“Oh, are you lost?” Jimin asks.

“No, not really… just out of things to do. I’m Taehyung, by the way, and this is my friend Jungkook.” 

Jungkook is his name, your stranger’s name, though now you know his name so you reckon he doesn’t hold the title of stranger anymore. 

“Alex,” she introduces herself, turning to her sides as she says, “This is Jimin, and this is ___.”

“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Taehyung says, turning to his friend and giving him a look that makes Jungkook shoot a smile your way. 

Jimin smiles, ever so social. “What are you guys doing here anyways? There’s nothing exciting about this town.” 

“Ah, but it is beautiful. We’re photography majors, you see,” he points at the camera that hangs around his neck. It’s only now that you notice Jungkook holds one, too. “It’s picture perfect, only we’ve photographed about every corner there is.” 

“Hah, I’m sure that’s not entirely true, if you’re anything like these tourists.” Alex retorts.

“Regardless, we need subjects,” at this she frowns, not really following. “What do you guys do for fun?”

“This.” Alex opens her arms, as if presenting the boy with the world. 

Jimin, on the other hand, is in a much friendlier mood. “Actually… there is one place…”

Taehyung will not admit that he was hoping he’d say that. Neither will he admit that even though they weren’t necessarily following you guys, he was slightly pulled by your little trio, not able to help himself as he kept gravitating towards you. He’ll even confess that having Alex approach him first, even as ominously as she did, felt thrilling. Like their first fix of excitement in days, he couldn’t help but be drawn in immediately, even as he felt Jungkook grow more nervous by the minute the longer he stood behind him. 

“Oh?” He feigns a little indifference, but Jimin can see the glimmer in his eyes.

“Where exactly are you talking about?” Alex turns to him, narrowing her eyes at the blonde boy that’s way too busy shooting glimmering gazes back at what he already considers his new friend. 

“Are you guys up for a walk? And some pizza…” 

“We’ve got a car, actually.” Taehyung says.

“Even better, then. Let’s go.”

Alex rolls her eyes, but can’t help it when a smile adorns her features, already feeling that excitement bubbling up inside of her because she knows exactly where Jimin is taking them. You know, too, never one to have much of a say in things, for no other reason than liking to go with the flow, preferring the spontaneity that comes from sitting back and enjoying whatever ride lays ahead. So, you simply follow. 

You pick up the pizza, still scolding hot in your palms even through the green and red box that holds it. The smell is almost intoxicating as you make your way a couple of streets down until you reach their car, one you recognize in a heartbeat. The beat up, white jeep that you’ve personally never seen without the top down, rain or shine, is one you’re, once again, familiar with. 

Alex recognizes it, too, and soon enough she’s saying, “why are you driving Mrs. Kim car?” 

Taehyung chuckles at this, opening the passenger’s door to let her in, amused by her hesitancy to step inside the car. 

“That’s because Mrs. Kim is my aunt.”

“Shit, no way?” Jimin muses. 

“Yup. She’s away on vacation right now… a lifelong dream of visiting Portugal has finally come to fruition, so I’m house sitting. And dog sitting. And plant sitting. Oh, and I brought Jungkook along with me, of course.”

“I hope you’re doing a good job – your aunt has the most beautiful garden. It’s like this town’s treasure.”

“Oh, Jungkook’s in charge of the garden, actually. He talks to the plants and everything.”

You can see the way Jungkook’s cheeks flush, timid eyes glued to the ground as he lets out a little huff, dismissing his friend. 

You find yourself in the backseat, sat right in the middle with Jimin to your left and Jungkook to your right. You still can’t manage glances his way, too embarrassed, wondering if he recognized you from before. You were slightly certain he did, all too aware you were probably gawking at the poor boy that seems to match your timidness, or worse, double it. 

“Everyone buckled up back there?” Taehyung glances at you through the rear-view mirror and you offer him a thumbs up. “Alright! Where to?”

“Drive, Mr. Photographer. I’ll lead the way. But before I do, you have to keep a promise.” Alex says.

“What promise?”

“More than a promise, a secret.”

“A secret?” He yells, the wind picking up and muffling everything around you.

“Yes! Trust us, you’ll want to keep it!” Jimin adds.

“Fine,” he says. “I promise to keep the secret.”

You all laugh, not quite sure at what or why, perhaps simply enjoying the simplicity of the fateful encounter.

Enjoying the ride.

~

Jungkook sees it now, why this was worth a vow to secrecy. He’s wide eyed as they climb up the hill, the sky feeling a lot closer to him the more they get closer to the top. The blue hues above begin to tint yellow – golden. It’s perfect. The light, the green of the grass, the treasure that stands by his feet when they make it up. 

The pool is old, rusty around the edges with fallen leaves adorning the blue water. It’s oddly placed at the top of a hill, well-hidden by the deserted location and the tall tree that shades its rounded corner. He reckons that if he were really high up, it’d be a blue dot amongst a sea of green. 

“Woah,” is all he can say when you come to a stop, forming a half circle yourselves as you take it all in.

“This is our spot. This is what we do for fun.” Alex says, matter-of-factly.

“We don’t know where it came from, or why it’s just… here. But ever since we found it, we’ve been taking care of it. Kinda,” Jimin chuckles, taking in the state of the water that’s covered in fallen green leaves. 

“When did you find it?” Taehyung asks, taking a couple of test shots.

“It was our junior year of high school…,” you say, speaking for the first time. You can feel Jungkook’s eyes on you, cheeks heating up at the mere notion. “We weren’t allowed to go this far out back then so it felt rebellious. There was nothing thrilling about said rebellion so we climbed this hill to watch the sunset and… this found us instead.”

“It’s not much. But it’s ours.” Alex chimes in.

“So,” Taehyung starts, turning to the three of you. “Wanna be our subjects?”

“You wanna photograph us?” You can hear the shock in Jimin’s voice when he says this.

“Yeah, why not? It’s your spot anyways. We’ll keep the location anonymous if we ever were to publish, but as of now, it’s mostly for fun. You in?”

“And what would you exactly photograph?” Alex asks.

“Well, what do you normally do when you’re here?” 

She eyes Taehyung, a bit hesitant to answer his question in fear that it won’t be as thrilling as he’d hope for. 

“We swim, watch the sunset… eat pizza, talk about everything and nothing at all. Not much, it’s not really-”

But Taehyung doesn’t let her finish. “It’s perfect.”

She doesn’t give herself too much time to think about it, giving a small nod before she’s removing her top and denim shorts, leaving her in a pair of lacey black underwear. You can tell Jungkook and Taehyung are surprised by her bold actions, but neither you or Jimin bat an eye at this, already well accustomed to her wild nature. 

She plunges into the water, a perfectly executed dive Jungkook wishes he would’ve captured, slightly puzzled and suddenly slow in his movements as he tries to wrap his head around her bold actions. Alex is a beautiful girl, and she has a spark to her that’s hard to miss – mysterious, siren eyes and a witty mind, all contrasting and fascinating at the same time. 

This is all enticing, yes, but what has Jungkook’s mind in a frenzy is you. The stranger that he locked eyes with in the busy street just short of an hour prior to this. 

You’re beautiful, in ways that he can’t yet read but that pull him in like nothing has ever before. He thinks he might be exaggerating the idea of you, so he takes a quick glance in your direction and quickly enough, this thought is dismantled. 

Your eyes are soft, much like your face that’s framed in your silky long hair, half of which is lazily but delicately being held back by a white ribbon, some stray strands dancing in the wind. And then you laugh at the way Jimin follows Alex’s steps right away, t-shirt and shorts joining her pile and meeting the same fate as he not so graciously jumps into the water. It’s barely there, but he hears the soft chuckle that leaves you, his heart tightening at the sound. 

He wonders if you’ll join them – fuck, he wishes you would. You’re wearing a white dress that ends at your thighs, dancing dangerously with the wind and when Jungkook’s eyes give in and he lets them fall to your legs, the soft fabric rides up and he can make up the perfect curve of your ass. 

“Are you jumping in?” Taehyung asks you cautiously, making guilt settle upon Jungkook at his indecent stare just now. 

“I’m not… I mean, I want to. I’m just not wearing the right clothes underneath.” You blurt it out all at once, yet you manage to make it sound innocent. 

“That’s totally fine, don’t even worry about it-”

But Alex interrupts Taehyung’s rambles. “Come on, ___!”

“What, did you go commando today? That’s bold of you!” Jimin teases.

You roll your eyes at him. “No. I’m not wearing a bra, that’s all.”

“Who cares,” Alex says, splashing water your way, the droplets hitting your knees and refreshing you against the scolding sun, making you crave nothing more than being embraced by the cold water like them. “Plus, Jungkook and Taehyung are professionals.” She half mocks, half states.

No, they’re not, rambles Jungkook’s mind in franticness, already fearing for his sanity at the prospect of seeing you half naked. 

But then again, yes, they are. They’ve photographed nude subjects before – this wouldn’t be the first, nor would it be the last. So, he can’t do anything other than join Taehyung in reassurance as he nods at you. 

“She’s right. I mean, if you’re uncomfortable that’s totally understandable, though. Don’t worry about it.” The older boy says, a warm smile adorning his face.

You want to ponder on it, want to give it a second thought – well aware that’s in your very nature to question everything, to be careful and meticulous about things that are foreign to you. This one very much is, not only foreign, but scary. 

And perhaps it’s that easiness that comes with the season, or the way you can feel a bead of sweat fall over your temple. Perhaps it’s the fact that there’s eyes on you right now you’d very much like to impress, leave an indent on, because you’re certain he’s left one on you and it’s only fair, isn’t it?

And so, with that, your mind is set. Trembling fingers reaching for the hem of your dress, gripping the fabric tightly as you pull it over your body, discarding of it carelessly by your feet and bringing your hands over your chest in attempt to cover some of you, slightly regretful as the thrill begins to fade.

But it’s to no avail, because Jungkook’s eyes travelled down your every movement, took in every inch of your body that you revealed second by devastating second. The soft, tan skin of your legs, the white cotton of your panties, the small bow below the hem. The more he takes you in, the harder it feels to breathe, not even mustering enough strength to quieten down his thoughts because the dimples in your back give way to every single inch of your skin he wants to touch. Perky breasts at eye sight for a second before you’re pushing the flesh up with your hands around your body, making him crave you more even though he knows this is not your intention. He looks away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable any further. 

“Are you gonna come in or are you gonna give us a show?” Alex says.

“Shut up.”

It’s the last thing you say before you’re diving right in, a little less graciously due to your nerves, but nonetheless world stopping to Jungkook who perceives you as nothing but delicate – like the finest of Chinas, shiny porcelain that would feel fragile in his fingers. But he wants to touch nonetheless. 

“So,” Jimin eyes them for a second. “What are you waiting for?” 

And at that, they start shooting. Golden hour turns everything it touches into ethereal yellow, and the blue of the pool moves in tandem with the wind and your bodies. You know you should act casual, let them work on the three of you like you’re subjects, merely an image to photograph, but you’ve never felt more human than you do right now. 

You begin to get used to your nakedness, the goosebumps that first adorned your skin at the first hit of the cold water fading away with your nerves. Alex fixes your hair and adjusts your ribbon, playing with the loose strands of hair that fall on your face. She’s tender when she wants to be, especially with you, a soul so contrasting to hers. She tells you you look pretty and you smile at her. Taehyung gets the shot, transfixed in the scene in front of him, hoping he got it right. 

Jimin is gracious, swimming like a fish in water, the dancer in him shining through every swift movement of his body. Jungkook photographs him the most, not trusting himself at doing a good job if he were to signal his lens your way – afraid he won’t do you justice, knowing his shaky fingers would give out on him. But in fear of losing the moment, he steals glances, lets his eyes roam freely for a second too long. When yours lock on his, you smile. It still holds that shyness you carry, but it’s sincere, perhaps even comfortable… warm. 

The sun begins to set slowly, painting the sky in pink and orange, covering everything that touches it in beauty. Jungkook wishes he could capture more than just images, but feelings and sounds and the velvet of your voice when you tell Jimin to look at the sky. 

“Why don’t you guys come in? There’s a shallow end, you could get up-close shots.” Alex suggests.

“That’d be cool. It’s so fucking hot, that water looks so good right now.” Taehyung places his camera on the floor for a second before he begins to undress. 

Jungkook doesn’t let himself think about it for too long and follows in his steps. You’re trying not to look – well, that’s a lie. You’re looking and can’t seem to stop yourself from doing so, but you at least try not to gawk at the boy. The boy who becomes more of a man the more clothes he discards – toned and perfectly proportioned, intricate art adorning his arm from shoulder to knuckles. You try to make up the designs, the words, letting your mind wonder what they all mean, the stories they tell… what they say about him. You want to know more of him. 

They come in carefully, firm grip on the expensive equipment. Alex and Jimin catch Taehyung’s eyes – something about his elegance merging so well with her untamed nature. He begins to shoot right away, capturing their interaction, a conversation in whispers that break the spell the moment their boisterous laughs follow along. Taehyung can’t help but laugh, too, even though he’s pretty sure he was the subject of their humour. He doesn’t care, he's too hypnotized by them to care. 

The pull is stronger than his nerves, and so Jungkook finds himself walking over to you. Your forearms rest on the edge of the pool, cheek pressed against your damp flesh as you take in the sunset. He can’t see your face but his mind paints a picture of you, and in his imagination your irises reflect the view in an unrealistic way. 

You hear him approaching, the water moving around you in small waves, and when you turn around, he’s closer than you’d imagined he’d be.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi.” Your arms wrap around your front reflexively, feeling timid at his proximity but not one bit uncomfortable. 

“May I?” He nods at his camera as he asks.

You nod. “I’m not very good at posing, though…”

He lets out a soft laugh. “You don’t need to pose.”

“How do you want me then?”

He has to collect his thoughts for a moment, your innocent question leaving him at a loss of words. “H-however you want. You can just… look at me.”

“Into your eyes or at the lens?”

“My eyes.” He answers, even though he knows he should’ve said the lens. He doesn’t care – he’d sacrifice the craft and rules for a moment that feels more like art than any of the photographs he’s shot. 

And so, you look into his eyes, the same way you did in that crowded street, with that same glimmer of curiosity shining in them, only now he’s not a stranger anymore – at least not entirely. You let your hands fall to your sides and feel the way you blush when his gaze drops to your chest. When he looks back in the view finder, he sees the pretty pink that’s shaded your cheeks. He smiles, a bit too cheekily, bunny teeth peeking through. You notice this and roll your eyes, mimicking the smile on his face.

“I thought you were a professional?” Your tone is light-hearted and only makes him smile further. 

He lowers his camera, beautiful face coming into view. “I’m weak for sunsets, sorry.”

You laugh. “Ah, yes… aren’t we all.” 

You look up slightly, taking in the view and there it is. The shot. He makes quick work of his fingers and he looks back at the picture he’d just taken, convinced that nothing would ever compare to this one. You glow, golden like the sun and saying things with your eyes he wishes he could decipher. The soft of your neck, your collarbones, breasts. Tiny droplets adorning your skin, falling over your tits, nipples halfway out of the water. You’re a dream. 

The sun sets slowly and then all at once, and soon enough the wind grows chilly and the night falls all around you. You all get dressed, wet bodies feeling slightly uncomfortable against the dry fabric, talking about how great of a place this is, how amazing the shots came out, how much of a summer day today has felt like. 

It’s no surprise that you don’t want it to end, and so when Jungkook and Taehyung suggest you come over to theirs, you all say yes in a heartbeat. 

The drive is pleasant, small talk ensuing in the car as soft music plays and you all let the wind dry your damp clothes and wet hairs. You sit next to Jungkook once again, the warmth radiating from his body becoming addicting by the second and tricking you into laying your inhibitions bare. You ask him about his tattoos and you can see it takes him aback, your chattiness all of a sudden, but nonetheless he recounts the story behind the ones he likes the most. 

Some are more intimate than others, some make you laugh, perfect examples of the impulses of youth, making you feel slightly envious that he can so freely express himself. Through the art he captures and the one he inks on his body. By the time the drive home is almost over, you can no longer call Jungkook a stranger. 

“Do you have any?”

“What, tattoos?” You ask.

“Yeah.”

“No. But I think yours are pretty.”

He laughs at your choice of words, finds it endearing and genuine. “Thank you.”

“What would you suggest?”

He wouldn’t, knows how personal tattoos can be, but nonetheless he says, “a sun. Or a bird… right in here,” he touches your wrist, soft digits skimming over your skin, playing with your bracelet for a second before he looks into your eyes once again. 

You chuckle, even though his touch feels electrifying against your flesh. “A bird? Isn’t that a little cliché?”

He frowns at this. “What’s wrong with clichés?”

And he’s right, because you’d fall into every single one at his very command. 

~

It’s cinematic almost, and you make mental notes of all the songs that have played in the course of the night because you’d like to imagine this would be a damn good scene in the movie that is your life, and your favourite scenes are usually accompanied by the perfect melodies. 

You’re all sitting by the fire, warmed up slices of leftover pizza being passed over between you along with some fancy white wine Taehyung took from the cellar, reassuring you that this was his aunt’s way of paying him back for house sitting. It’s the perfect summer night, the air hot but wind chilly, the fire keeping you warm and well illuminated against the stark of night. 

You sit a bit closer to it, making Jungkook nervous at times with your proximity to the fire, how you bring your hands closer to the flame to warm them up, letting your eyes dance in the blaze, as if it was hypnotizing you with its fiery oranges and blues. 

“What do you guys do?” Taehyung asks between mouthfuls of pizza. 

“I study dance, down in the city… left last year.” Jimin says.

“No way, invite us over sometime, we’d love to see you in action.” Jungkook tells him, having grown fond of the boy in the last couple of hours. 

“What about you two?” Taehyung turns to you and Alex, who sit side by side.

“I work in a restaurant,” Alex tells him. “I want to open my own someday… maybe here, maybe in the city. Only time will tell.”

“Fair. Do you cook?” 

“Baby, I’m a chef.”

And it’s true, she really is. 

Taehyung laughs at this, nodding his head in approval and telling her he’d look forward to a five-course meal from her. 

“What about you, ___?” It’s Jungkook who asks you, turning to look at you but you don’t look back at him, eyes still enthralled by the fire in front of you. 

“I help my parents out at the shop… and volunteer at the church when I’m not doing that. Nothing too interesting…” 

“Her parents own a bakery! Best pastries in town.” Jimin says, making you smile as he eases comfort into you. 

You’re not ashamed of where life took you, but you do wish you’d taken more chances. Pursued a career, worked harder on your paintings to apply for scholarships at a university, just like Jimin did. But the circumstances were slightly cruel, leaving you behind as the train of dreams passed you. 

“That’s dope, ___. Take us there one of these days?” Taehyung smiles as he says this.

“Sure, any time. On me.”

You finally look in his direction, and when you do, Jungkook smiles. It’s not pitiful, but kind. Curiosity dances around his eyes but you can tell it’s not judgemental – in fact, it reminds you a lot of the same curiosity you feel for him. Of how you wish his answers would last hours when you ask him a question, or that you could read every single glance he throws your way. 

You’re curious of what it would feel like to touch him confidently, get closer to him, run your fingers down the lines of his tattoos, his face, his lips. Curious as to what it would feel like to kiss him and make it last, to feel close to him physically and perhaps even emotionally. 

The night carries on like so, holding you in your dream-like and curious state, another bottle of wine being passed around that seems to heighten your senses the more liquid you pour into your cup, but it’s soft. It loosens you up a little, letting the moment embrace you fully, the music immersing you further into it as you bob your head and move your body along to the beat. 

You laugh at the way everybody seems to loosen up, cracking jokes as you all grow a little too comfortable around each other, growing closer as you all share anecdotes and bits of yourselves – growing closer as you lean into each other, sit closer to one another, fall into inside jokes and the seed of a memory you can already tell you’ll hold dear for years to come. 

“Wait, wait- let’s play truth or dare,” Jimin says, after Taehyung refuses to tell him the story of the night he disappeared for twelve hours and woke up tucked in bed back in his parents’ house without his phone, or pants… or recollection of the night, really. 

“Yeah! That way we’ll get it out of him one way or another.” Alex conspires along with him.

“Better – let’s play truth or drink. Can’t be fucked to get up and do dares.” Taehyung suggests, much to his despair as he knows he’ll eventually have to let his story come to light. 

“I’ll go get the tequila.” Jungkook gets up, about to make his way to the kitchen.

“Bring some salt and lemon wedges, too, Kookie please,” Taehyung shoots puppy eyes at him.

“Thinly sliced, prince Taehyung?” 

“Yes, Kookie, thank you,” he sing-songs the last word, making Jungkook roll his eyes at him, but it’s lovingly, you can tell. 

“I’ll help you.” You stand up before you can convince yourself to change your mind, or before you can dwell a little too much in how shocked Jungkook seems to be at your suggestion. 

You make your way to the kitchen in silence, the laughter and music fading away slightly the moment you enter the house. You can still see them through the big window by the sink, laughing at the little clique they’ve seemed to make, the scene playing in front of you like one you’d find in an epic coming-of-age movie. 

“I didn’t think I’d live to find someone flirtier than Taehyung, and now I met two of them.” You feel Jungkook’s voice coming from behind you, feel his body heat before he even speaks. 

“I love it.” Your eyes remain on them.

“Wonder where the night will take them…”

At this, you turn around. “What do you mean?”

He chuckles. “What do you think I mean?”

“You think they would…- you know,” you’re too shy to say it, and he smiles at this, can even see the way you blush in the dim lights of the kitchen.

“Why not?” 

His question takes you aback a little, not in a bad way, just in surprise. So far, Jungkook had matched your timidness, a tame nature to him that much reminded you of your own. You don’t know if its comfortability, familiarity or the alcohol but he seems to slowly be coming out of that shell. It entices you, amps up your curiosity, makes you want to match his sudden boldness. 

“Should we- um, slice the lemons?” 

You’re cute when you’re nervous, he can’t help but notice. He nods as his hand travels down, coming awfully close to your hip before it lands on the handle of the drawer that holds the cutlery. He opens it, retrieving a knife and handing it to you. 

“Let me get the lemons.”

You work in silence, slicing the wedges as he looks around for the bottle of tequila and the shot glasses, stacking them up before he gets some salt and scatters it over a plate, a little roughly, some spilling at the sides. He grabs some napkins to clean it up and then your voice startles him some. 

“Jesus Christ.” Now, you’re by no mean orthodox but you do feel a hint of blasphemy lace your words as the reaction of what you see when you glance out the window.

When Jungkook joins you by the sink, he lets out a chuckle, not one bit surprised at the sight that greets him. He knew the night would end with his friend and your friends tangled up in each other one way or the other, and as he sees Taehyung’s lips disconnect from Jimin’s and immediately fall into Alex’s, he knows he was right all along.

“Told you.” He whispers, right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “I wonder if we should still bring all of this out… maybe they’ll end up suggesting body shots, or something.”

“Body shots?” 

“Yeah. You don’t know what a body shot is?”

You turn around, shaking your head slightly. “Is it sexual?”

He ponders on your question for a minute. “Hm, yeah, a little.”

“Do it.” You say, looking into his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Do a body shot.”

He lets out a small laugh. “I’d need someone else to do it…”

“Like- me?” 

“Yeah, if you wanna.”

“Okay.”

He grabs one of the lemon wedges, bringing it closer to your mouth, his knuckles grazing your lips briefly to get you to open up for him, and when you do, he places it between your teeth. He smiles when you bite, sending flutters down your stomach. 

“Tilt your head to the side a little- yeah just like that,” he wets the spot on your neck with a bit of lemon juice, letting the salt flakes stick to your skin as he lets them fall from his fingers. 

He pours himself a shot of tequila, not looking forward to the burn but excited to feel your skin on his tongue. 

“Ready?”

You nod your head, eyes closing the moment he leans in, wet tongue licking up a stripe on the warm skin of your neck, tasting the saltiness on your flesh. It makes you whimper, goosebumps adorning your body, and sudden warmth taking over you as he looks into your eyes, bringing the shot glass to his lips and downing the clear liquid. He winces, a groan leaving his lips before he’s leaning in yet again, lips coming close to yours as you close your eyes. You wish he’d kiss you, but he plays fair, his teeth grabbing the lemon wedge and biting into it, lips touching yours slightly before he pulls away. 

It was minimal – the touch, but electrifying, and you want more.

“That’s a body shot.” 

“Odd name for it.” Is all your mind can manage at this moment. 

“Yeah,” he laughs. “I guess it is.”

You want him to kiss you. You want to feel his breath on yours again, the soft of his lips – you want more than what you just got, curiosity making you greedy. You want him to kiss you and so you let your unsettled heart act out its desire, and you kiss him. 

He lets out a little gasp against your lips, not really giving into them as he tries to make sense of your actions. But it takes him about a second to fall into you, to let his body completely melt into the kiss, leaning in and trapping you against the kitchen counter, hands coming down to cage you in. Your kiss is soft and he matches your pace, letting his lips get tangled between your pillowy ones. When you pull away, he leans back, too.

“I’m s-sorry, I should’ve not-”

“Please, let me kiss you again.” He cups your cheek, thumb grazing your bottom lip, doing what his tongue would if you only let him.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

And when he does, he sets the pace – still gentle, pacing it out, letting you grow comfortable with it, but the more you comply the further you send him into lust. Your body reacting to him as you press your chest against his, soft whimpers leaving your lips when his tongue grazes them, a gasp granting him entry as his tongue finds yours. You’ve never been kissed like this, and you’re glad you haven’t. You’re glad it was him who did it, because you can feel the way it transforms you. The shift between you, within you. It’s addicting, so tempting.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” He says this between needy kisses. 

“Y-you have?” 

He holds you by the waist, one swift movement perking you up on the counter as you intuitively open your legs, letting him fall between them as you pull him closer. 

“Yeah. I have.”

“I guess me too,” you sound nervous, and his hand falls to your thigh, fingers running lazy circles over your skin to ease you. “I just didn’t think you’d want to.”

“Are you crazy? You’re beautiful. So, so beautiful, ___.”

You’re about to say thank you but he interrupts you in what you discover is the only way it should be done, his lips back on your lips, tongue finding yours, hand sneaking down your neck and into your long tresses of hair, still slightly damp at the neck. 

It grows heated – you don’t know much, but you know this. Can make up the way your body reacts to the way he kisses you, the way he touches you, subtly but fiery, passionate and determined and both your body and mind need more. 

“Jungkook,” your hands rest on top of his that lay at your thighs, inching ever so close to where you want him the most. 

“Tell me, baby.”

The pet name does it for you, all carefulness thrown out the window when you say, “can we- go somewhere else? More private?”

He wasn’t expecting that, content with being able to just kiss you, assuming that this was as far as it would go considering that you didn’t know what a body shot was until ten minutes ago, give or take. But he’s not complaining, smiling and nodding softly at you as he helps you down the counter.