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âfuck, okay..." sunghoon breathes out, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips out of habit. his eyes are glued to your glistening pussy on full display in front of him, his dick throbbing painfully at the sight of you so wet for him. heâs holding (more like gripping) his dick firmly in one hand, the other is on your thigh, fingers digging into your flesh.Â
his tip is already wet with his own precum, throat so dry he has to swallow thickly every few minutes. he cannot believe this is actually happening. he never even imagined youâd let him touch you this way, let alone look at you this way.Â
you wait patiently, legs spread as far as they can go, making sure to give him easier access to your core since this is his first time after all.
and heâs grateful youâre letting him set the pace, because truthfully? heâs scared. terrified heâd fuck it all up. it doesnât help that his dick is bigger than average, something heâd taken pride in until this very moment.Â
sunghoon shifts on the bed, the mattress creaking under him, as he gets closer to you. his hand trembles ever so slightly as he slowly runs the fat head of his cock through your drenched folds, hissing softly at the feeling of your warm slick coating his throbbing cockhead.Â
his eyes dart up briefly to look at your face, and seeing the arousal in your expression as you look down at your own pussy being teased by his dick almost sends him over the edge. heâs a virgin after allâeven if heâs not so innocent.Â
being dirty minded but inexperienced is one of the few things youâve always teased him about but look at you now, spread open for him to take you.Â
the feeling of his tip pressing against your entrance makes you both suck in a sharp breath, hearts pounding and bodies burning with unadulterated desire. sunghoon looks up at you from your core, eyes searching for any signs of hesitation. when he finds none, he slowly pushes inside, his thick head stretching you wide open.Â
your brows furrow almost immediately, face contorting in pleasure and slight pain from the burn of how much heâs opening you up.Â
sunghoonâs jaw is clenched tightly but his expression mirrors yours otherwiseâfull of unbridled pleasure.Â
only half way in is enough to make sunghoon feel that warm, tightening feeling inside his stomach. âfuuck... youâre so tight,â he moans, a low, breathless sound, and it only makes you tighter around him, eliciting a hiss from sunghoon.Â
he bottoms out with a soft grunt, sparks exploding behind his eyes at the sensation. heâs never felt anything so warm and wet and tight. his hand doesnât even come close to how good your pussy feels. and heâs wondering why he hasnât done this sooner.Â
itâs almost out of instinct when he begins moving, hips rocking back and forth in a slow rhythm, still finding his pace. his hands tighten under your knees where heâs holding you open, pushing your legs further into your chest and almost folding you in half.Â
he almost loses it when your eyes roll back briefly, the sweetest moans leaving your pouty parted lips as he fucks into you slowly but deeply, thick length stretching you so good. sunghoon grits his teeth, jaw muscles ticking as he tries to focus on your pleasure rather than the feeling of his orgasm approaching awfully quickly.
in his mind, heâs begging himself to not cum so quickly. fortunately for him, youâre getting close quickly tooâdespite the slowness of his thrusts. Itâs like his dick is hitting everything all at once; every sweet spot is being stimulated because heâs just that big. it almost feels like heâs in your guts, hitting so deep your moans mix with breathless gasps.Â
just like heâs seen in porn, his hand leaves your leg to rub your clit with his thumb, circling the swollen little nub in tight circles.
shocks of pleasure shoot up his spine when he feels you tighten like a velvet vice around his pulsating cock.Â
âf-fuck, hoonâŠ! right there! donât stop- please, donât stop--!" your moans of pleasure, the sight of your perfect breasts pushing out as your back arches, and the feeling of your pussy beginning to flutter around him, almost makes him nut.Â
with a surge of desire, sunghoon shifts his position and pulls your legs over his shoulder instead, arms wrapping around your thighs. when he starts moving, he doesnât go slow like beforeâhe pounds into you.Â
the sudden change in pace fucks with your head, your hands scrambling for purchase on his bedsheets. despite being a virgin just minutes prior, he seems to get the hang of it quite quickly.
the way heâs hitting your sweet spot just right is mind-blowing in more ways than oneâbecause heâs not supposed to be this good at sex.Â
it doesnât even take long for you to come all over his big dick, moaning in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crash over you.
sunghoonâs hips jerk, his head dropping, hunching forward as he gasps softly.Â
despite his best efforts to hold back the inevitableâthe feeling of your pussy milking him so greedily is his undoing. and heâs coming inside you before he can even warn you.Â
you moan, a raw, needy sound clawing out of your throat, as his hot semen fills you to the brim, cock throbbing desperately inside you as he keeps fucking you slowly. he groans low in his throat as he slumps forward, body slick with a thin sheen of sweat and forehead pressing against the pillow next to your head.Â
âyou came inside." you breathe out, still slightly breathless.Â
sunghoonâs arms let go of your legs and instead he braces them on either side of your head, hips twitching occasionally, face still buried in the pillow, ears flushed pink, dick throbbing.Â
âsorry... couldnât help it,â he murmurs apologetically, still catching his breath. he shifts slightly so his face is buried in your neck instead of your plush pillow, inhaling your sweet scent. âiâll go get a morning after pill..."Â
âyou better,â you poke his side, making him laugh into your skin, lips brushing against your neck so softly and intimately it almost feels like a kiss.Â
youâre just teaching him about sex, right? Â
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âFuckk, just like that babyâ sunghoon groans as your hips meet his with every bounce,
Just the soft lift of your hips to slowly slide back down on his thick swollen cock drove him crazy
ângh~ hoonie you feel so goodâ every word coming out of your mouth was a whining mess, but you were too cock drunk to even care.
âmhm? You think so baby? bounce harder and take this dick like the big girl you areâ His hand slid behind you, unhooking your bra effortlessly tossing it to the side.
he starts to squeeze and pinch your now sensitive tits with his long slender fingers, the pressure making his muscles flex and driving you more to the edge.
âFuck yes yes yes yes nnggh~â from the high pitched tone and the way you started to speed up sunghoon knew you were not far from finishing. âlet it all out baby i wanna hear youâ âuse your words princessâ he holds steady of your hips, guiding you up and down to your climax.
âHoonie im so close, im so fucking close~â one pinch to your nipple was all it took for you to cream all over his dick, you were a loud moaning mess when you came and sunghoon was such a sucker for those pretty little sounds of yours.
he came unbelievably hard, moaning and cursing under his breath slowly riding out his high. his cum oozing out of your used throbbing hole.
âfuckk, could stay like this foreverâ
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IN WHICH : Sunghoon finally convinces you to film your first sex tape.
â ïž WARNINGS : explicit content - smut (mdni) including: consensual recording of sex, shy/embarrassed reader, dirty talk, degradation ("slut", "desperate"), praise, fingering, spanking, hair pulling, nipple play and creampie.
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Sunghoon carefully places his Canon camera on the small pile of books on the nightstand. You told him to just use his phone, but he insisted the camera had better focus and quality.
"All set." He says after adjusting the camera to an angle that captures almost the entire bed. "Itâs recording."
"This feels weird, Hoon." Youâre already lying on the bed, nervously playing with the hem of your tank top, feeling watched. "Itâs just a camera, but I feel like millions of people are staring at me."
He chuckles softly as he sits beside you on the bed. "You said we could do it, babyâŠ" His hand slides up your bare thigh. Your shorts had already been discarded a while ago.
"We can, butâŠ"
The idea of recording sex had originally come from Sunghoon. He mentioned it casually after one of your sessions â you were still trembling and breathless â and he asked if it was okay. Just to be sure, he brought it up again later, not wanting to pressure you. He only wanted to make sure you were truly comfortable.
Even though you felt unsure and knew it would be strange the first time, you didnât hesitate. You were curious. Sunghoon always praised you during sex, telling you how beautiful you looked and how well you took him. You wanted to see what he saw. The idea was hot.
"You know no one but us is ever going to see the final video." His fingers now trace circles on the inside of your thighs, moving slowly upward, getting closer and closer to your covered core.
A shiver runs down your spine, your body already reacting to his touch."I know, I just feel embarrassed."
The corner of his mouth lifts into a mischievous smile. "Is my poor baby embarrassed?" Finally, his fingers brush against your already wet pussy through your panties."Relax for me, baby."
You swallow hard and try to close your thighs, pressing them together, but he doesnât let you. He grabs your thigh with his other hand and spreads your legs again. "I said relax."
"Iâm trying, Hoon." Your cheeks are burning. You glance at the camera again before looking back at Sunghoon, who has a smug smile on his lips.
He clicks his tongue in fake annoyance."Look at you, acting all shy because of a camera." His thumb circles your clit while two other fingers rub along your folds, soaking the cotton fabric even more.
"Hoon, please," you whimper.
Sunghoon laughs, clearly entertained by the whole situation. "Putting on a show for the camera, huh? When we both know youâre just a desperate little slut for my cock."
You let out a pathetic, embarrassed sound, and he laughs again â not gentle or comforting, but clearly mocking you.
"Open up for me." Itâs not a request, itâs a command, and you obey without hesitation, just like you always do. "Thereâs my good girl."
Sunghoon pushes your panties to the side, finally exposing your dripping pussy to the cool air of the room. You protest and try to close your legs again, feeling even more embarrassed. "Donât you dare hide from me or the camera."
He stretches one arm out to grab the camera, holding it at chest level. Looking at your image through the viewfinder and fuck, you look so good.
"Open wider. Yeah, just like that." His thumb slides up and down your slit, spreading your wetness. You bite your lower lip, trying to hold back any sounds that threaten to escape. "Itâs embarrassing."
"You know whatâs really embarrassing? How wet you are, clenching around nothing, desperate to have me inside you." Sunghoon is usually a patient guy â or at least he tries to be â but heâs starting to get annoyed with how shy youâre acting.
He lets out an irritated groan before placing the camera back on the pile of books. You know he doesnât give up easily, even if youâre being difficult.
Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside you. He doesnât go slow â he starts pumping them deep and fast right away. His fingers curl, brushing against that sweet spot inside you.
Your eyes widen and you gasp, your mouth forming a perfect âOâ as your back arches off the bed. "Ah! Itâs too much, Hoon."
"Forget about the fucking camera and take it." He adds a third finger, stretching you more, his pace remaining fast and rough.
You can feel his fingers pumping deep, curling and rubbing that perfect spot every time until your legs are shaking uncontrollably. Your pussy gets wetter and wetter, making a mess on his hand. "It feels so deep, oh myâ"
He circles your clit slowly, teasing you with just enough pressure to feel good but not enough to satisfy. "Please, I need more."
Suddenly he pulls his fingers out, leaving you needy and empty, clenching around nothing â completely limp, breathing fast and shaky.
Then he hovers over you with that wide smile that shows his sharp canines. Without saying a word, his lips crash against yours in a messy, hungry kiss. His hand slides under your tank top, his warm palm groping your breast while his fingers pinch your already hard nipple.
Your back arches and you whimper against his lips as he plays with your sensitive nipple. "Hoon, please⊠I need you."
He pulls back to catch his breath, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. "So needyâŠ" His index finger and thumb roll your nipple before pinching it again, making you gasp.
Without warning, he yanks your panties down to the middle of your thighs. "Turn over. Face down, ass up." You hesitate for a second but obey, getting on your hands and knees. Back arched, ass up, everything on full display.
The sight makes Sunghoonâs cock twitch painfully inside his sweatpants. "Fuck, so beautiful." He gives your ass a hard slap, the sharp sound echoing through the room â loud enough for the cameraâs microphone to catch.
He pushes his sweatpants down past his hips, groaning in relief as his cock is finally freed. Both of his warm hands grab your trembling thighs and spread them wider.
Then he uses one hand to line up his cock with your dripping heat. He doesnât push in right away â he teases you first. The head of his cock slides between your folds, brushing against your entrance.
"Just fuck me already, Sunghoon," you whimper.
As much as he wants to fuck you hard and fast enough to melt your brain and leave you shaking, he also wants to savor it â to go slow so you feel every inch, every pulsing vein inside.
He starts pushing in slowly, making you gasp at the delicious stretch. When he bottoms out, he stays still for a few seconds, letting you feel all of him. In this angle, he feels even bigger, even deeper.
"So fucking tight," he groans before starting to thrust into you hard. His hips slap against your ass with every deep stroke. Your walls clench around him, driving him even wilder.
The sound of skin against skin fills the room as you push your ass back to meet his thrusts. The head of his cock kisses your cervix every time he buries himself fully inside you.
"So deep, oh my God."
His hand slides from your hip up your spine, scratching lightly over your tank top before his fingers tangle in your hair and pull it back, making your back arch even more as he reaches even deeper.
"This pussy was made for me, squeezing me so fucking well." Still gripping your hair, he turns your head toward the camera, not wanting to miss how pathetic and wrecked you look with his cock inside you.
At this point, youâve completely forgotten the camera is even there. Honestly, you couldnât care less now that his cock is buried so deep inside you, hitting that sweet spot perfectly.
"Listen to how sloppy your pussy sounds taking my cock." He spanks you again, the sting spreading across your skin making you tremble.
"So fucking pretty when Iâm wrecking this tight little pussy." He fucks you harder, your moans becoming loud and broken, your legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Too much! Too much!" you cry out, the pleasure building rapidly in your belly.
One of his hands reaches down to rub your clit. The combination of his fingers and his cock is overwhelming. Your walls flutter around him as you moan nonstop.
"Thatâs it, baby," he watches your face â flushed cheeks, parted lips gasping for air â and fuck, heâs close. "Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum around my cock."
"Iâm cummingâ" The orgasm crashes over you. Your pussy squeezes him tightly as your body shakes and you moan loudly.
"Fucking hell," he groans."You squeeze me so fucking good⊠Gonna fill this greedy pussy up."
In one rough movement, he flips you over. Your back hits the bed with a thud. He pins both of your wrists above your head and starts fucking you again with fast, deep thrusts, chasing his own release.
He fucks you mercilessly in a punishing rhythm. Your body is pushed up the bed with every powerful thrust, sinking deeper into the mattress.
He slams into you one final time, cumming deep inside you, filling you until his cum starts leaking out.
Sunghoon stays buried inside you for a moment while you both catch your breath. Then he slowly pulls out, and a hot trickle of his cum runs down your thigh.
He lies down beside you and pulls you onto his chest, gently tracing circles on your spine. "You okay, baby?"
You nod. Then something inside you snaps â you suddenly turn toward the camera in a quick motion. "Holy fuck."
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You step out of the bathroom after a quick shower, wearing nothing but one of Sunghoonâs shirts. Your skincare routine is done, and you look cozy and refreshed. In the bedroom, Sunghoon is sitting against the headboard with his laptop on his lap. You donât even have to ask â itâs pretty obvious what heâs doing.
"Just fuck me already, Sunghoon." Your own voice comes through the laptop speakers. You rush over to close it.
Sunghoon laughs and pulls you onto the bed beside him. "Should I buy those Meta glasses? We could try a first-person take. Fuck, that would be so hot."
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Content+Warnings: Explicit sexual content,fwb? Casual sex,Unprotected sex + creampie,Heavy breast/nipple play & tit worship,Multiple sex positions in a car cowgirl, folded missionary, doggy style,Fingering, clit stimulation, multiple orgasms,Dirty talk?,Light pain/pleasure mix (hard pinching, biting, slapping on breasts),Marking/hickeys,Strong language
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The notification lit up your phone at 11:47 pm.
Hoon: you up?
You stared at it for a second, thumb hovering. You knew exactly what it meant. It had been the same for the last few months, ever since that night Yunjin dragged him along to your groupâs late dinner and heâd spent half the evening staring at your chest like it was the only thing worth looking at. Some tipsy flirting and you ended up in his car.
You typed back
You: yeah,where?
Hoon:outside in 15
You didnât bother dressing up. Black cami n some boy shorts, nothing underneath. Your nipples were already tightening just from the anticipation. You grabbed your keys and slipped out.
His matte black car was idling by the curb, tinted windows hiding everything. You climbed in. The scent of his cologne â something woody and expensive hit you immediately. Sunghoon was slouched in the driverâs seat wearing a plain black tee that looked two sizes too small. The fabric stretched obscenely across his broad chest and thick shoulders, biceps bulging even when he wasnât flexing.
He didnât say hi. Just reached over, big hand landing high on your thigh, squeezing once as he pulled away from the curb.
âMissed you,â he said, voice low, eyes flicking to your covered chest.
You laughed softly. âsure.â
The drive was quiet except for the low hum of R&B playing through the speakers. His hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, thumb rubbing slow circles higher and higher until it slipped under the hem of your shorts. Not pushing further. Just teasing. Building it.
He drove farther than usual tonight, leaving the busy streets behind until he turned into a quiet, half-empty parking lot behind an old business park. No cameras. No people. Just distant streetlights painting faint orange stripes across the fogged windows once he killed the engine.
Silence settled. Thick. Heavy.
Sunghoon turned toward you, dark eyes locked on your body. âC'mere.â
You unbuckled and climbed over the console, knees settling on either side of his thick thighs. The moment you were in his lap, his hands were on you. His big palms shoved under your cami and pushed it up roughly, bunching the fabric right under your chin. Cool air hit your bare skin for half a second before his hot hands covered you.
âshitâ he groaned, squeezing immediately.
His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh of your tits, kneading hard, pushing them together, spreading them apart.His thumbs dragged over your nipples, flicking them back and forth until they were stiff peaks, then pinched hard enough to make you gasp.
You arched into his touch, hands bracing on his broad shoulders. The muscles there were rock-solid under your palms.
Sunghoonâs breathing was already getting heavier. He leaned in, burying his face between your breasts, inhaling like he was addicted. Then he started sucking wet, open-mouthed kisses all over the soft skin, leaving faint marks. One hand kept mauling your right tit, squeezing rhythmically while the other slid to your back, pulling you closer so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
The wet heat made you moan. He sucked harder, tongue flicking rapidly, teeth grazing just enough. His free hand worked the other breast rolling the nipple, tugging, slapping the underside lightly so it jiggled against his palm.
You rocked your hips slowly against the growing bulge in his sweatpants, feeling him thicken. The car was heating up fast. Windows already fogging at the edges.
He pulled back just enough to yank your cami completely off, tossing it into the backseat. Then he attacked again. Both hands on your chest, pushing your tits up and together so he could drag his tongue across both nipples at once. He sucked them into his mouth together, groaning deep in his throat as he did it. The vibration went straight between your legs.
Your hands slid into his hair, gripping the dark strands as he worked you over. He was relentless squeezing, kneading, sucking, biting softly. Every time you moaned, he did it harder. His cock was fully hard now, pressing insistently against your soaked shorts.
âShorts off,â
You lifted up just enough to shove them down. He helped, big hands yanking them down your thighs along with your panties. The second you were bare, he pulled you back down, but not before shoving his own sweatpants and boxers down just enough to free his thick cock. It slapped heavy against his abs flushed, veined, already leaking.
You wrapped your hand around him, stroking slowly. Sunghoon hissed, hips bucking once, but his eyes stayed glued to your chest.
âWan' 'em around me,â he said.
You leaned forward, pressing your tits together around his cock. Sunghoon cursed loudly, head falling back against the seat as you started moving. The sight of his thick length sliding between your soft breasts made him throb. He reached down and helped, hands covering yours, squeezing your tits tighter around him, thumbs still flicking your nipples.
âShit⊠look at that,â he groaned, watching mesmerized as the head of his cock disappeared and reappeared between your cleavage. Precum smeared across your skin, making everything slicker. He thrust up gently, fucking your tits while his hands kept them pressed tight. After a few minutes he grabbed your hips and pulled you up, lining himself up with your dripping entrance.
"Ride me?"
You sank down onto him inch by inch, gasping at the stretch. He was thick always took you a moment to adjust. The second you bottomed out, Sunghoonâs hands returned to your chest like magnets. He squeezed hard, using your tits as handles while you started rolling your hips.
The car rocked gently. Skin slapped against skin. His breathing was ragged, eyes half-lidded as he watched your breasts bounce in his grip. Every time you sank down, he thrust up to meet you, fingers digging deeper.
âHarder,â you whispered.
He grinned,Then he took over.
Gripping your ass with one hand, he fucked up into you fast and deep, the other hand still full of your tit. He slapped it lightly, watching it jiggle, then squeezed again, pinching the nipple until you cried out. The mix of pleasure and faint pain had you clenching around him.
He switched positions after a while pushing the seat back as far as it would go so you could lean back against the steering wheel. This angle let him see everything. He kept one hand on your chest, mauling both breasts while the other rubbed tight circles on your clit. His thrusts never slowed.
You came hard the first time, thighs shaking, walls fluttering around his cock as you moaned his name. Sunghoon didnât stop. He fucked you through it, groaning at how tight you got,
When your orgasm faded, he pulled out suddenly and flipped you around. âBackseat rightnow babyâ
You climbed over. He followed, muscular body filling the space. He laid you down across the seats, one of your legs hooked over the front seat, the other bent. Then he was on you again.
This time he pushed your knees toward your chest, folding you, and slid back inside in one smooth thrust. The new angle made you see stars. Sunghoon braced one hand on the seat behind you and started pounding deep, powerful strokes that made your tits bounce wildly.
He couldnât resist. He leaned down, sucking one nipple into his mouth while his hand worked the other. The wet sounds of his mouth mixed with the obscene slap of skin and your broken moans. Every thrust pushed your breasts up toward his face. He motorboated them messily, groaning, then went back to sucking hard enough to leave marks.
âLove suckin' these while Iâm inside you,â he panted. âSo fucking soft⊠godamn.â
You reached between your bodies and rubbed your clit, chasing another high. Sunghoon noticed and replaced your hand with his, rubbing fast while he kept thrusting.
Your second orgasm hit even harder. You clenched around him, back arching, crying out as pleasure crashed through you. Sunghoon cursed, hips stuttering, but he held back.
He pulled out again, breathing hard. âTurn over. On your knees.â
The backseat was cramped, but you managed hands braced on the seat, ass up. Sunghoon knelt behind you, one foot on the floor. He rubbed his cock along your soaked folds once, twice, then pushed back in.
This position let him go even deeper. He gripped your hips at first, pounding hard, but soon one hand slid around to grab your swinging tits. He squeezed them from behind, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust. The angle made everything feel filthy and perfect.
He leaned over your back, chest pressed to you, one arm wrapped around so he could keep playing with your breasts while fucking. Fingers pinching, palm kneading, mouth sucking on your shoulder.
âYou gon cum again? Want to feel it on my cock.â
His hand moved faster on your clit. His thrusts turned punishing deep, rapid strokes that had the whole car shaking. You came a third time, almost sobbing with how intense it felt, walls milking him tight.He buried himself deep and came hard, groaning loudly as he filled you, hips twitching with every pulse. His hand stayed on your tit the entire time, squeezing rhythmically like he was grounding himself.
You both collapsed, sweaty and breathing hard. The car reeked of sex. Windows completely fogged. Sunghoon stayed inside you for a long minute, lazily kissing your neck, hand still gently groping your sore, marked-up chest.
Eventually he pulled out with a wet sound and sat back, pulling you into his lap again. This time it was softer. He rested his forehead against yours, one big hand still idly cupping your breast, thumb brushing the nipple almost tenderly now.
âBetter than the gym,â he muttered with a lazy smirk.
You hummed breathlessly. âmhm"
You stayed like that for a while naked, tangled, his hands tracing the marks he left.
âRound three?â he asked after ten minutes, already half-hard against your thigh.
You raised an eyebrow. âhell nah , don't wanna limp like a loser tomorrow."
He laughed and you both cleaned up as best you could with some wipes he kept in the car. You pulled your cami n shorts back on. He fixed his sweatpants.
He drove you home in comfortable silence, hand back on your thigh. When he pulled up to your building he leaned over and kissed you deep but short.
âText me when you want it again,â he said.
You smiled. âYouâll probably text first.â
âProbably.â
You stepped out. He waited until you were inside before driving off.
Just another night with your favorite fuck buddy.
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cw: nsfw â needy!sunghoon â overstimulation â slight begging â clit play â pussy drunk!whiny sunghoon
Sunghoon was never like this.
He was usually so composed, so in control, but tonight? Tonight, he was a mess.
âFuck,â he groaned, his head falling against your shoulder, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounded into you from behind. âI- shit- I canât stopââ
You could feel itâthe way his body trembled, the way his hips snapped into yours frantically, like he needed you, like he was chasing something he couldnât quite reach.
âSo fucking tightâ he whined, his breath hot against your skin. âSo perfect for meâfuck, I canâtâbaby, I need youââ
âYou have meâ you gasped, your own pleasure coiling tighter with every desperate thrust.
âI know,â he groaned, his voice almost pained. âI justâfuckâI need more.â
His hand slipped between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing quick, messy circles.
âS-Sunghoonâfuck!â
âThatâs it,â he moaned, his pace growing erratic, his body pressed flush against yours, like he couldnât stand the thought of even a breath of space between you. âCome for me, babyâpleaseâneed to feel youâneed to know Iâm the only one who can make you feel like thisââ
You shattered, your orgasm hitting you so hard your legs almost gave out, and Sunghoon sobbed, a raw, desperate sound as he followed, spilling deep inside you with a final, shuddering thrust.
For a moment, neither of you movedâjust heavy breaths, the sound of your racing hearts.
Then, Sunghoon let out a soft, breathless laugh, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you close.
âI donât think Iâm done with you yet,â he murmured against your skin. âNeed you again, baby. Need you so fucking bad.â
IâM FINALLY BACK GUYS!! sorry for the long wait but iâm gonna start posting again from now on!! So my requests are open for any haikyuu/enhypen requests. btw for anyone wondering, I deleted all of my jjk works and some haikyuu ones aswell since I donât like them anymore :c Love yall and missed you<33
Mr. Good Guy â sunghoon x f!reader
Summary â Unlike his friends, Sunghoon is a good guy. He would never, ever dare to look at another woman... until you came along.
CW & Tags â 18+ MDNI, smut, college au, cheater!Hoon x sidechick!reader, sub!reader, mean dom!Sunghoon, very possessive!Sunghoon, p in v, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, fingering, unprotected sex, rough sex, messy sex, multiple orgasms, drunk sex, degradation, praise, mild exhibitionism, bathroom sex, cumshots, using a tie as restraints, partially-clothed sex, alcohol consumption, very brief mentions of puking, infidelity, morally corrupt characters, misogynistic themes & language, pet names: (pretty girl/thing, slut, referring to reader in possessive terms ex; âmineâ, baby), major pathetic loser behaviour on hoonâs behalf, featuring Hyung line as hoonâs equally pathetic loser roommates, Jay is the only decent one of them tbh, girlfriend is unnamed, use of the word âbitchâ only once (not directed at reader), tw league of legends mentioned
Words â 9.4k
A/N â raise your hand if, instead of studying for midterms, you decided to write almost 10k words of pure filth... oh, just me?
From ⥠: have fun tonight.
From ⥠: love you!
Have fun?
Sunghoon sighs at the message notification, looking up from his cellphone to glare around the room. The apartment is nearly packed to the brim with his roommateâs party guests, though that wasnât saying much, given how small the place was. Jake is hosting and naturally, being the loser he is, all of his other friends are losers too. Which means he has to steep in the stench of this loser-filled apartment all night, counting down the seconds until all of them leave. As if dealing with three loser roommates isnât annoying enough as is. Needless to say, he would not be having any âfunâ.
âGod, it stinks,â Sunghoon says under his breath, bringing his shirt to his nose, âdo Jakeâs friends, like, know what deodorant is?â
âShouldnât you be used to it?â Heeseungâs eyes are glued to his phone screen, doomscrolling. And normally, Sunghoon would mock him for acting like a damn iPad kid at a party of all places, but honestly, heâs itching to do the same. âIâm willing to bet your Comp Sci lectures smell a whole lot worse.â
âAt least thatâs a lecture hall and not my apartment.â
âOur apartment,â Jay corrects, emerging from the crowd to hand them each a can of beer. Sunghoon takes his, and Heeseung doesnât notice until Jay rests the cold metal atop his head. He takes it without so much as glancing up. âWhich always smells anyway, thanks to you.â
âMe?â Heeseung scoffs, opening the can with one hand before taking a loud, careless gulp. Sunghoon watches with disgust as the drink spills down the sides of his mouth, rolling down his chin.
âYour room is a fucking biohazard. The whole place gets stink-bombed every time you open your damn door.â
âYeah? And what about your shits stink-bombing the bathroom every morning?â
âThatâs a normal bodily function!â
âThereâs nothing normal about that smell, dude.â
He rolls his eyes, scrolling a little further on his phone until Sunghoonâs most recent post pops up. Itâs him and his girlfriend arm in arm, smiling like theyâre on the cover of a Hallmark movie.
âShit, you had your anniversary?â He squints, reading the caption, âHow long has it been, anyway?â
âTwo years.â
âTwo years?â They answer in unison.
ââŠYeah?â Sunghoon raises a brow, raising his drink to his lips. He glares from one to the other as the pair exchange side glances.
âDidnât realize it was that serious.â Jay adds, and before Sunghoon can even open his mouth to ask what thatâs supposed to mean, he interjects himself, raising his hands in surrender, âDonât get me wrong! Iâm happy if youâre happy. Itâs just, you never bring her around, soâŠâ
Sunghoon brushes a hand through his hair, avoiding Jayâs gaze. Itâs not like he doesnât want to bring his girlfriend around. Rather, sheâs the one who doesnât want to come.
âDonât you think theyâre kind of⊠immature?â She had asked carefully, the very night after meeting them for the first time. He recalls his heart sinking with disappointment. The relationship had still been fresh, and like anyone else at the beginning of something new, he was eager to please. No one wants to hear that their girlfriend disapproves of their closest friends. Though perhaps the worst part of it was that he couldnât even blame her for it. Jake and Heeseung had decided to make the worldâs most abysmal first impression, after all. He cringes at the memory of them trying to prove who could burp the loudest in the middle of dinner, shamelessly and completely unprovoked. As a result, she chooses to avoid any gatherings that involve his friends entirely, though sheâd never admit it upfront.
âSheâs busy, thatâs all,â Sunghoon brushes it aside, âbut I am happy. Things with her are easy.â
âDonât make me throw up,â Heeseung fake gags, swiping away from the post to some meme below it. âKeep your happy, healthy, long-term relationship to yourself.â
âMaybe you should try it sometime,â Sunghoon deadpans, eyes narrowing at his phone screen when he sees his friend stop at some Instagram modelâs post, zooming in on her ass. âYou know. Instead of doing whatever this is.â
âNah,â Heeseung chuckles, still biting his lip as he opens the girlâs DMs, typing out god knows what. âGotta play the field while Iâm young. Make good memories before getting tied down.â
âGood memories? Like that time your exâs ex-gang-member-ex-boyfriend threatened to beat your ass?â Jay taunts, âNo, wait. It must be the time the police showed up to arrest that drug dealer chick you were sleeping with. Then searched our entire fucking apartment.â
âYou gotta experience the lows in life to experience the highs. And both were good fucks, so at least I got something out of it.â
âProbably got chlamydia out of it, too,â Jay mutters, prompting Heeseung to finally look up from his device, flashing him a glare.
âNever heard of quality over quantity?â Sunghoon finally says, âMaybe if you didnât sleep with the first bitch that gave you attention, youâd realize it isn't all that worth it.â
âQuality, huh?â Heeseung purrs, and Sunghoon feels his arm snake its way around his shoulders, leaning in with a low voice, âSo she keeps you that satisfied?â
"She does." A light flush rises to Sunghoonâs cheeks. His voice drops to a mumble, âNot that itâs any of your business.â
Itâs not entirely a lie. He is satisfied⊠in the ways that mattered. His girlfriend is stable. Mature. Kind. Responsible. The kind of girl youâd take home to your mother, who sits with her legs crossed, back straight, whose shirts are always ironed, whose hair is always neatly tied back from her face. The kind of girl who always shows up on timeâ who never says anything wrong. A girl who is friends with the right kind of people, who is respectable. The kind of girl youâd expect to be dating Sunghoon, who is equally as respectable and high-esteemed in his own right. And yet, he couldnât help the gnawing feeling inside, the one that kept reminding him of how he is so deeply bored. Everything with her is so predictable. Every conversation is like an interview. Every touch, devoid of a spark. Every social media post is an unspoken obligation to keep up appearances. And the sex? Itâs just⊠fine. And while an evening alone with his right-hand and laptop was enough to keep his desires bay, it was never enough to satiate them.
Itâs not as if heâs unhappy. But satisfied? Does anyone truly feel satisfied, anyway? His friends certainly arenâtâ Jake, who canât land a girl to save his life. Jay, who canât keep a girl to save his life. And Heeseung? He shudders at the recollection of Heeseungâs ex-situationship breaking into their place and stealing their PS5, along with the myriad of other shit his long list of past partners have done to wreak havoc on him and his roommates.
Heâd take boring over that any day.
âDonât listen to him. Heâs just jealous. Everyone wants something real. Youâre one of the lucky ones who found it,â Jayâs hand lands on Sunghoonâs shoulder.
âI donât know about that,â Heeseungâs eyes shift across the room, landing on you, and he nods in your direction, âIâd feel pretty damn unlucky if I were taken, and laid my eyes on her.â
With the slow turn of his head, Sunghoonâs breath catches, eyes travelling the length of your silhouette. You lean against the kitchen counter as Jake hands you a red solo cup, a perfectly manicured fingernail tapping nervously against the plastic. Your other hand tugs at the length of your white-blue floral dress just a bit and shoots up to adjust your white cardigan. He canât help the way his eyes fixate on your exposed shoulder, where the cardigan seems to keep slipping down. You, doe-eyed and doll-like, stick out like a sore thumb in the sea of male STEM majors that litter the house party. You laugh at something Jake says, noting how he smiles widely. Jake wouldâve bragged about someone like you if he could. Which means youâre not his.
âOh? Whatâs that, lover boy?â Heeseung teases, âThink you might have a little bit of drool riiight thereââ
Sunghoon tears his gaze away from you to shove his roommateâs hand away, ignoring his rather punchable-looking grin.
âTalk to me when your hinge matches stop ghosting you.â
âAnd his tinder matches. And bumble. AndâŠâ
Heeseung and Jayâs bickering falls deaf on Sunghoonâs ears as his eyes drift back in your direction. A pang of guilt hits him when you and Jake turn to look right at him in return. Jake gestures to him, and all too willingly, Sunghoon wades through the party until heâs standing right next to you, taking in the sight of you up close. He tries not to inhale too deeply as your scent, warm and sweet, engulfs him, invading his senses. And rather unfortunately, your voice is even sweeter, his brain short-circuiting as you introduce yourself with an outstretched hand. He stiffens, eyeing your hand with caution before shaking it. He tries not to think too hard about how soft it feels in his own, a flush rushing to his cheeks.
âThis is Sunghoon. Also in computer science,â Jake exclaims, throwing an arm around Sunghoonâs shoulder. Heâs not drunk yet, but the slight sway in his movements indicates that heâs getting there. âAnd donât worry. Heâs got a girl, so he wonât try hitting on you or anything.â
Sunghoon carefully chooses not to dwell on why the mention of his girlfriend makes him uneasy.
âYouâre in computer science?â
He cringes at the way the words leave his own mouth. Heâs only shocked because at least 80% of his lectures are filled with greasy, antisocial guys who moderate Discord servers in their free time. Not girls who look like you.
âWell, I used to be in mechanical engineering. Thatâs how we met,â you gesture to Jake, âUnfortunately.â
âWhat the hell?â Jake gapes, âI invite you into my home, and this is how Iâm treated?â
âI totally carried you through that group project in our first semester. Remember?â You shook your head, âI did basically all the work. Youâre lucky I even wrote your name on the final document.â
ââŠwhich I apologized for! Verbally and financially.â
âWait. First year, first semester?â Sunghoon pauses, âWasnât that when you got addicted to ranked league?â
âDude, I was so close to reaching platinum.â
âSeriously?â You gasp, âJake, you nearly cost our grade to reach platinum in League of fucking Legends? I shouldâve extorted you for way more free Uber Eats orders.â
âWhat am I, a walking wallet to you?â
âYeah. Basically.â
âOuch.â
Against his will, Sunghoon feels himself start to smile, his eyes fixated on the way you laugh, rocking back and forth on your heels ever so slightly. It wasnât just because of how effortlessly gorgeous you were, either. Whatever energy you had brought in with you that night, it was contagious, a warmth blooming in his chest and spreading through him head to toe like a disease. He hasnât felt anything like it in a while.
âAnd here I was, trying to help you find friends in your program who arenât creeps,â Jake clutches his heart dramatically, âShouldâve just thrown you to the wolves.â
Ah. So that was what it was.
Sunghoon had heard the horror stories from his other female classmates over the yearsâ all the project partners who turned out to be creeps, all the guys who sit just a little bit too close to them in their lectures and shamelessly stare, or the worst of all? The guys who pretend to be their friends just to get in their pants.
For a girl like you, he could see it clearly. It was one thing to be pretty. To be pretty and meek-natured? Itâs a socially-awkward, creepy nerdâs wet dream.
âYou know, I think Iâve seen you before. Well, the back of your head, at least,â you tilt your head towards Sunghoon, though he notices your eyes struggle to stay on his, always being the first to break eye contact. Your hand toys with the dainty necklace at your collarbone, absentmindedly. âData Structures and Algorithms. Section C. I sit a few rows behind you.â
âDidnât know I was being watched.â
âYouâre hard to miss,â he raises his brow as you continue, âYou come in early, sit right at the front and centre of the class, you open up that giant laptop with the bright RGB lights. Like, literally, I cannot focus on anything else, itâs so distracting.â
âYou bring your gaming laptop to your lectures?â Jake deadpans, âand I thought I was the nerdiest one in the friend group.â
âFirst of all, you are. Second, those are the only kinds of laptops that meet the system requirements for the lab assignments, soââ
âRelax, I have the same one. I just turn off the RGBs,â you smile, your hand brushing his shoulder just a little bit. He flinches instinctively, and you notice, drawing back your hand in embarrassment. Selfishly, he wishes you didnât, but he shoves that thought deep down, praying it never finds its way back to the surface. You look down at your cup, pitifully, the sight of you evoking an overwhelming ache in his fast-beating heart.
âWe should sit together next time,â he clears his throat, offering a tender smile. He readjusts himself as he leans too close. âIf you want.â
âFor sure!â You beam. âSocials?â
You offer your phone, and he types his username into the Instagram search bar, swallowing dryly at the profile picture of him and his girlfriend. Pushing the ugly feeling to the back of his mind, he hands the phone back to you.
âAw, two years,â you say, eyes immediately landing on the anniversary post. He shifts his weight where he stands. âCute.â
Sunghoon scrunches his nose as he pours some awful-looking concoction down the drain, throwing the now-empty cup into the nearest trash bag. Everyone had long since left, and yet here the roommates were, still cleaning up the messes left behind in a tired, empty silence. Well, save for the lovely symphony of Jakeâs coughing and hacking as he spills his guts out in the bathroom.
âYou good?â Heeseung calls to him through the door, giving it a few knocks, â'cause I kinda need to piss really bad.â
Thereâs a silent pause and a sniffle before the door swings open, Jake wobbling out. His hair hangs over his eyes.
âWoah, woah, Jakey, take it easy,â he catches his friend, and Jake whines, trying to shove him away.
âIâm okay. Donât touch.â
âSure you are.â
Heeseung helps him over to the couch, sinking into the cushions uselessly, staring at the ceiling. Jay stands a few feet away, shaking his head at the sight.
âSuch a lightweight, holy shit.â
âAm notâŠâ
Sunghoon sighs, grabbing a glass from the overhead cupboard. And soon, with a full glass of water, he joins the three in the living room, setting it down on the coffee table.
âDrink. Unless you want the worst hangover of your life tomorrow morning.â
âOkay, mom,â he scoffs, picking it up and gulping it down. Sunghoon quickly moves to help him lift the glass to his lips, his friend holding it with the fine-motor skills of an infant.
âGrown man, by the way,â Heeseung mutters, Jay and Sunghoon holding back their snickering. Jake glares at him. âGuess I shouldnât make fun of you too much, though. Since you did bring that pretty little thing into our apartment.â
When all the water is successfully gulped down, Sunghoon moves to place it back on the nearest surface. Jake takes in a deep breath, then he blinks once. Twice.
âSorry, what?â
âUh, earth to Jake?â He waves a hand in front of his face, âIâm asking about her. You know who I mean.â
âOhhhhh, right,â he draws out his words, a smile creeping up on his face. He bites his lip and nods his head, as if heâs replaying the memory of you in his mind, âYeah, sheâs pretty cool.â
âCool?â Heeseungâs eyes go wide. In seconds, his hands are at Jakeâs shoulders, shaking sense into him, âJake. My guy. Thatâs the hottest woman thatâs ever willingly spoken to you.â
âDude, stop, heâs gonna throw up everywhere,â Jay tears Heeseungâs grasp from Jake, whose head slumps back the instant heâs let go. His hand moves to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
âYeah, yeah, but she clearly has noooo interest in me, so I donât even bother,â he waves his hand dismissively, âWeâre just friends.â
âJust friends,â Jay echoes in air quotes, snorting to himself.
âThereâs no such thing as being just friends with a girl who looks like that,â Heeseung adds.
âNo, really,â Jake replies, sounding maybe a fraction more conscious, though his words still drag, âLike, yeah, obviously Iâd fuck her if she asked. But like, once the butterflies fade and you get used to her hotness, you start to realize sheâs just like⊠normal. You know?â
âSo sheâs a friend that you would fuck.â He says flatly, âThatâs not called being friends. Thatâs called being friend-zoned.â
âThis is Jake weâre talking about. Heâll fuck anything with a pulse if it gave him a chance,â Sunghoon rolls his eyes. âFor everyone else, itâs normal to be friends with girls, even if you find them attractive. Your brainâs just rotted from all the porn you jerk off to.â
âYouâre such a fake, you know that?â Heeseung retorts, taking a moment to scoff at him, âActing like you werenât eye-fucking her all night. Sounds like someoneâs coping.â
âSounds like you only know how to think with your dick,â Sunghoon hisses, his blood pressure rising.
Heeseung pauses, taking him in, and how worked up he is over his off-handed comments. He can practically see the steam coming out of Sunghoonâs ears.
âAlright, Mr. Good guy,â he chuckles, âWhatever makes you feel better about yourself.â
Sunghoon takes a breath before leaving, making his way back to the kitchen.
âHave fun tucking Jake into bed or some shit. Iâm not dealing with this.â
âOh, you know I will.â
âHey, donât leave me alone with him!â Jakeâs voice cracks watching Sunghoon walk off. He watches in horror as Jay walks away, too, continuing his garbage pickup. Heeseung tries to lift him up, and he yelps, sliding off the couch as he crawls away helplessly, leaving the elder boy to laugh his ass off on the couch, alone.
Three times a week.
Sunghoon sees you three times a week, twice for lectures, once for labs. And in only the first week of sitting next to you, he already has every little habit of yours mentally noted down. He swears he isnât doing it on purposeâ itâs not like heâs trying to keep tabs on you. Itâs just that every little thing about you is so hard to miss.
Almost subconsciously, his eyes seem to wander from the board to you, noticing how you rest your chin in your hand, how you get antsy towards the end of class from sitting in one place for too long, how your elbow seems to drift in his direction as you write in your small notebook, occasionally brushing his arm on accident. He notices and appreciates how, in a room of sweatpants and hoodies, you always wore your pretty skirts and soft cardigans, with ribbons in your hair, and dainty necklaces adorning your collarbone. Everything about you is new, uncharted territory, and the desire to learn more is unrelenting, as well as deeply unacceptable according to his own moral code of conduct.
Of course, it doesnât come without guilt; Thereâs the guilt for being so curious about a girl who isnât his own, and then thereâs the guilt he feels, given that heâs supposed to be your guy-friend, not another lustful loser trying to bother you. Though his shame, while constant, is nothing more than a low hum, not quite loud enough to call attention to⊠yet.
Itâs not like heâs doing anything wrong, after all. Thoughts and desires arenât actions. Theyâre just a normal, human reaction, and you donât exactly make it easy for him, either. Really, what else is he supposed to do when youâre laughing just a little too hard at his terrible jokes? When he swears, he sees your eyes linger just a little too long on his body as he leans back to stretch, mid-lecture? And how you always seem to lose your train of thought as he leans in just a little closer, stumbling over your words? He could just be imagining it, but it makes him wonder.
So, maybe he starts telling more jokes, just to hear a little more of your laughter. And maybe he starts wearing shirts that are a little bit tighter, just to see if youâd rake your eyes across his body like he suspects youâd do (and as it turns out, you do). And maybe he enjoys invading your personal space just a little bit, if only to feel that certain rush he hasnât felt in ages. If only to quell his stubborn curiosity, to enjoy the small moments of your attention, and to bask in the wonders it does for his ego.
Thereâs nothing wrong with that. Thereâs nothing wrong with making these long, tedious lectures just a little more interesting. Anyone would do the same in his shoes. If not, worse. What heâs doing is completely harmless. After all, he knows himself. He knows he would never cross that line.
Yet, when he walks early into class that day, as his gaze shifts to his usual spot, he notices some other guy who had taken his place, who is leaning way too close to you than you appear to be comfortable with. And, from the way his jaw clenches and his fists curl at his sides, Sunghoon feels it is too close for his comfort, as well.
âSee, your code is technically correct, but itâs not optimal,â his voice is grating to Sunghoonâs ears, watching him point to your laptop screen, âitâs fine to use multiple recursion for this example, but if your algorithm were to use much higher values, the runtime would skyrocket.â
âThanks, butââ
âI could tutor you, if you want,â he hasnât listened to a word youâre trying to say, eyes dragging down the length of you, shamelessly. You scoot further away until youâre practically on the edge of your seat. "You could pay me with cash. But I also accept other kinds of favoursâ"
âHey,â Sunghoonâs voice is low, teetering on the edge of his self-control as he slams your laptop shut onto the guyâs hand. He keeps his palm there, applying just enough pressure to make sure the pain lasts. He leans over him, his tall frame casting a dark shadow over the irrelevant, pathetic loser. âNobody asked.â
As soon as Sunghoon lets go, the guy cusses him out, scrambling from his seat immediately. Then, turning to you, he watches you breathe a sigh of relief. Sinking into the seat next to you, he canât help but glare at the asshole across the room. Who does he think he is? All your other admirers had been silently resigned to watching you from afar, as they saw how you clung to Sunghoonâs side. Especially the first week you had been sitting together, heâd gotten a good few laughs out of feeling their jealous glares, shooting daggers at the back of his head. But this guy? Is he stupid? Has he failed to notice that youâre always with him?
Suddenly, the thought of all the other men who must be looking at you in your other classes crosses his mind. Do you sit alone in those lectures? Or, do you have other âguy friendsâ who get to talk to you like this? Sunghoon pauses before he can get ahead of himself, taking several mental steps back, because why the fuck does he feel like crawling out of his own skin? Why is this uneasy feeling so aching, so all-consuming?
âAre you okay?â
âYouâre asking me?â He allows his expression to soften, if only for your sake, but his tone does not, venom dripping from every seething word, âGuys like him just piss me off. Thatâs all.â
The professor starts the class moments soon after, and Sunghoon lets his gaze drift forward, in search of anything to ease the whirlwind of emotions that rumbled beneath the surface of him, barely contained. Distracted, he doesnât process that youâre leaning towards him, only snapping out of his trance the second he feels the warmth of your breath tickling his ear.
âThen Iâm lucky to have a good guy like you around to look out for me.â You whisper, a shiver running up his spine. He swallows, and when he looks at you, taking in your wide-eyed gaze and how you look up at him through your lashes with pure, unfiltered, undeserved gratitude, he knows he's done for. âThank you, Sunghoon.â
Maybe itâs the way you whispered his name in his ear. Or maybe itâs the way you looked so fucking appreciative when you really didnât need to be. But whatever had been clouding his mind only seconds ago clears in an instant, replaced with that newly familiar rush that only you seem to awaken in him.
Itâs ridiculously unfair how easily you could have him crumbling, falling apart at the seams, only to rebuild him seconds later. Itâs ridiculously addictive how good it feels to have your full attention on him, as if he hadnât been stewing in his own shameful, confusing misery only moments prior. Whatever it is youâre doing to him? Itâs exhilarating. Itâs dangerous. Itâs wrong.
And yetâŠ
Heâs hard. Embarrassingly hard, as if heâs a fucking teenager again. He carefully crosses his legs, thanking his past self for choosing to wear jeans instead of sweatpants, and though heâs able to calm himself down in time to leave class undetected, it all comes back to him the moment heâs kicking off his shoes at his front door.
It takes everything in him not to jerk himself to the thought of you. Instead, opting for a cold shower, as if soap could scrub away the absolute filth that is his thoughts. Bracing himself against the tiled walls of the bathroom, under running water, he closes his eyes and thinks of his girlfriendâ his kind, unsuspecting girlfriend. Heâs supposed to be a good boyfriend. The kind of man a girl can brag about to their friends, who they can take home to their mother without shame. But these days, he feels anything but good.
Though the guilt passes too quickly, morphing into something else entirely when he recalls the events from earlier. You, talking to some other guy. You, whispering in his ear. You, looking so tempting, so forbidden, so infuriating. And just like that, youâre doing it to him again; making him writhe in an agony he didnât know he could feel, torturing him without even needing to be in the same vicinity. You make him lose his grip. It only makes him want to reach for you even more.
To ⥠: Iâm taking you out tomorrow
To ⥠: Wear something nice
Stability. Predictability. Assurance.
Thatâs what Sunghoon decides he needs. He hasnât had a restful night in ages, between the stress of keeping up with school and the mind fuckery, that is, you. So he booked the nicest restaurant he could afford on his broke college student budget, brushed off the nice suit that collected dust in Jakeâs closet (courtesy of his stupidly rich parents, who would probably collapse if they found out that their son lounges in dirty sweatpants all day), and picks up his girlfriend who greets him with that same old chaste kiss to his cheek.
He does everything right. He holds every door open for her. He asks about her week. He smiles, unwavering, even as she tells the same stories heâs heard over and over again, and he profusely apologizes when his phone starts blowing up with notifications mid-meal, trying not to let his determination shake when he notices your Instagram handle in the notification window. It must be that time of day, he thinks, when the sun goes down, and you curl up for your usual evening scrolling session. He turns it on silent, tucking it away into his pocket.
âBusy these days?â She asks.
âThis semester is⊠frustrating. Iâd rather not think about it,â he sighs. Then, he reaches across the table, taking her hands into his, âIt doesnât matter. Keep talking. I want to hear you.â
She giggles, fingers interlocking with his, âWhat did I do to deserve you?â
He tries. He tries so hard to care about whatever it is sheâs talking about, but he doesnât. He canât. Because truthfully, he doesnât feel anything.
He drives her home later, and though she kisses him and drags her hand down his chest with the hint of offering something more, he pulls away. He gives some excuse, talking of an early morning tomorrow, and kisses her one last goodbye with the same politeness and appropriateness sheâd greeted him with.
Selfishly, his mind drifts to you as he drives home, wondering how you wouldâve acted had he taken you on the same kind of date. You probably wouldâve thanked him profusely, eyes shining with delight when he tells you that you can order anything you likeâ always so easily impressed by any small act of kindness. Youâd probably get flustered when he kisses you at the end of the night, but kiss him back with fervour, so eager to show him your appreciation that you wouldnât be able to contain yourself. Youâd probably drop to your knees, wouldnât you? You seem like the type. He pulls into his parking spot, snapping back to reality.
He groans, a hand moving to his face.
What the fuck.
Itâs surprisingly loud when he walks through the front door, his roommates' laughter wafting down the halls. But heâs even more surprised to hear the sound of a certain familiar laugh, one that is unmistakably yours. And for a moment, he thinks heâs hallucinating, taking slow steps down the hall as he loosens the tie at his neck. But when he rounds the corner, he sees you there, sitting on his living room couch with a Nintendo Switch controller in hand.
âWhy the fuck do we always pick the map with Rainbow Road?â Heeseung groans, his character falling off the map for what Sunghoon can only assume is the umpteenth time.
âJust get good,â Jake proudly raises his beer to yours, the two of you taking a celebratory sip as you both sit comfortably in first and second place. The creak of the floorboards behind him makes his head turn. âHey, there he is! Thought you wereâ what the fuck, is that my suit?â
âStole it from your closet earlier,â he states plainly, ignoring Jakeâs annoyed expression. Sunghoon glances uncomfortably at where you sit, sandwiched between Jake and Heeseung on the couch. âWhat is this?â
âMario Kart,â you shrug, âWas kinda bored and Jake said they could use a fourth player since you were out. But hey, now that youâre here, you should join!â
Right. You were Jakeâs friend first. He has a habit of forgetting that, given how much time he spends with you alone. He glares down the way Jakeâs arm is casually slung over the back of the couch, where you sit, just behind your head. And then there was Heeseung, who manspreads so wide that his entire leg is pressed against yours. He inhales sharply, suddenly hit with the overwhelming urge to grab you by the arm and drag you far, far away from his friends.
âWerenât you on a date?â Jay asks, narrowing his eyes, âthought youâd be out all night.â
âShit. Did all that just to get blue-balled, huh?â Heeseung snickers, looking him up and down. But his grin grows even wider when he notices the look on his roommate's face, and how his fists clench at his side, gaze unrelenting. And, more interestingly, how Sunghoon canât tear his eyes from you. âOh. I get it.â
A silence falls upon them, save for the end-of-match music from the game playing on loop in the background.
ââŠget what??â You ask so cluelessly, glancing between them. You nudge Jake, and he stammers, clearing his throat.
âUh. Itâs uhâŠâ
âItâs guy stuff, baby, you wouldnât understand,â Heeseung leans in just a little too close as he says it, looking to Sunghoon to make sure heâs watching. He brings his hand to your chin, raising it slightly with his fingertips. âWouldnât wanna worry your pretty little head with any of that, hm?â
Sunghoon goes cold seeing how your breath hitches, nodding your head like an obedient little dog. He hates the way his pulse quickens, heart thumping loudly in his ears. He hates, hates, hates this feeling so fucking much. He hates how it makes him want you more. He moves to the couch, shoving Jake out of the way, so that he can sit next to you instead.
âThereâs nothing to get. Donât listen to him.â He flashes you a smile, but the warmth of your side pressing into him is only a fleeting comfort. He turns to Jake, eyes landing on his remote before snatching it, âGive me this. And go get me a beer.â
âAre you deadass?â Jake blinks at him.
âIâm almost done mine, I could goââ you start.
âIâll get it for you,â Jake rises to his feet in an instant, flashing you a âlook how useful and helpful I amâ smile. He side eyes Sunghoon. âAnd you, I guess.â
He steps away, and the four of you shift in awkward silence as Sunghoon and Heeseung stare each other down.
âSo, uh,â Jay clears his throat, turning to you with a gentle smile, tired of watching the unspoken dick comparison contest between his two roommates. âYou said you guys take a class together, right?â
âYeah. And thank god we do, 'cause I would be totally lost if we didnât,â you laugh nervously, looking to Sunghoon almost adoringly, âheâs a way better student than I am.â
Your hand brushes his shoulder, and he melts.
âSheâs just saying that.â
Without a second thought, he nudges you in return, every shy touch he shares with you feeling like the most monumental moment of his life. Like he couldnât possibly get any higher. He wishes he could bottle the feeling up, keep it in his pocket forever. But like always, it is ripped from him in an instant, as his roommate reopens his loud, obnoxious mouth.
âNah. Youâve always been a real good student,â Heeseung leans back, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, âAlways listening. Always doing your work on time. Always following the rules.â
Sunghoon frowns.
âYou mustâve been a real goody two-shoes in high school, huh?â You tease him, a smirk tugging at your lips.
âOh yeah,â Heeseung continues, âI remember, we always had these stupid weekly quizzes in our History class. And even though the teacher would practically be asleep, he would always cover his answers so that I couldnât cheat off him. I always thought it was cruel, ya know? Considering we were friends and all.â
âI donât like to share,â Sunghoon snaps, âespecially not with someone who didnât put in the work.â
Heeseung ignores his retort.
âBut you know what the funny thing is? You would cheat off of Jake in Physics.â He laughs, dryly, and Sunghoon most certainly does not find anything about his tone humorous as he sits there, biting his tongue. When heâs had his final laugh, he sighs, turning to him in a low voice, âYou know what that makes you, right? A hypocrite.â
Neither of them moves. Jay definitely doesnât dare to move, tired of playing mediator. And you just sit there. Jakeâs return cuts through the tension like a knife.
âYou guys not gonna play another game?â He asks, throwing a beer can carelessly in Sunghoonâs lap while placing the other gently in front of you on the coffee table.
âWe definitely should,â Jayâs shoulders slump with relief.
Time ticks by, and one beer turns into two, three, six⊠until eventually, Sunghoon is barely able to hold the remote in his hand, and the room is spinning. But no matter how many drinks he took down, that ugly, despicably possessive feeling wouldnât leave.
Youâre not his. You donât belong to him. But seeing Heeseung nudge your shoulder, touch your arm, look you up and down like youâre his next meal, then look back at him with a wolfish grin made him want to tear him apart limb from limb. Heâs the embodiment of everything he despises; a careless, lazy, college dropout and unemployed asshole with zero shame. Heâs disgusting, inside and out, and embraces his filthiness instead of hiding it like everyone else doesâ like everyone else is supposed to do. He doesnât deserve to be rewarded. He doesnât deserve a prize like you when heâs done nothing to earn it.
And then thereâs you. With each drink you finish, you return Heeseungâs touch, brushing his shoulder when you laugh. Hell, even placing a hand on his knee, making his stupid grin grow even wider. And Sunghoon just has to sit there and take it, pretending like itâs fine. Because it should be fine. Itâs not his business, and if your standards are that low, then so be it.
But when you beat Heeseung yet again, and heâs stealing your remote, holding it above his head,Sunghoon watches in horror as you squeal, reaching up for it, and climbing to your knees. You decide to straddle Heeseung in his lap as you reach further, using a hand at his shoulder to steady yourself, and it makes him sick.
Sunghoonâs head is spinning, and his stomach⊠his stomach aches. He can barely breathe or form any kind of thought that isnât murderous. He stands up, stumbling only a little bit, because if he watches whatever the hell the two of you are doing for any longer, heâs not sure he can restrain himself from strangling his roommate any longer.
âYou good?â Jake asks, watching his remote control fall to the ground. It hits the carpet with a soft thud.
Sunghoon locks eyes with the bathroom and bolts for it.
The world spins around him as he dry-heaves into the toilet, knees on the bathroom floor. Heâd spilled his guts already, but is far too exhausted to will himself to stand. He barely even registers that the bathroom door clicks behind him, eyes shifting upward to find you above him. The overhead light frames you in a golden glow, like a halo around your gentle silhouette, and for a second, he wonders if heâs dreaming when your hand reaches to push his hair from his forehead.
âJeez, Hoon, youâre burning up.â Your words are slightly slurred, eyes a little unfocused, like his own. Everyone has had too much to drink tonight.
Your lips are still moving, but heâs too distracted by them to process what youâre even saying. Then, youâre lifting a glass of water to his mouth, and he drinks it loudly, unceremoniously, your finger tips lifting the tip of his chin. He, rather ungracefully, moans as it washes away the traces of acidic aftertaste in his mouth, soothing the throbbing in his head. Soon enough, the image of you is clearer. He mourns the loss of your touch as you set the cup aside, and he brings his wrist to wipe his chin with his sleeve.
âDonât fuck Heeseung,â his words slip out in a deeply drunken, deeply desperate voice. He doesnât care how pathetic he looks, eyes half lidded, face flushed, kneeling before you like youâre the altar he worships. Though he doesnât pray. He selfishly demands, even if his tone resembles something of a plea. âHeâs a fuckinâ asshole. Heâll treat you like shit. Iâm telling you heâsâŠâ
A sharp, throbbing pain shoots through his head, and his words trail off. Face falling forward, his forehead lands flat against your thigh, unable to support his own weight. Heâs exhausted, mentally and physically, panting, and his hands reach to dig into your skirt for support. Though the fog is starting to clear up now that heâs evicted most of the alcohol from his system, he thinksâ no, he knows heâs drunk on something else. Your closeness is a drug. Your touch intoxicates him.
He hears you laugh. God, how he loves that laugh.
âYouâre telling me what to do?â
âYeah,â he swallows, âso donât do it.â
âWhy?â
â'Cause I said so.â
âHm, and why should I listen to you?â Your fingers are threading through his hair, and a careless, guttural groan is escaping him as you tug his head back to meet your gaze.
â'Cause youâre mine.â
Your eyes go wide, conflicted, but you donât push away. Your hand still runs through his hair in a gentle, soothing manner. You try to laugh it off nervously.
âWeâre just friends, Hoon. You donât know what youâre saying.â
âFriends,â he scoffs, âHow could I ever be friends with you?â
His eyes flicker from yours, then to your bare thighs, just millimetres away from his face. Heâs so close, the warmth of his breath is tickling your exposed skin, and whatever remaining shred of morality he thought he could cling to is thrown out the window as he leans forward. He brings his hands to caress the back of them and presses a few kisses into your soft skin, a prideful feeling spreading through him when you let out a breathless whimper. He looks up your skirt and notices the wet patch on your white, lace panties. He smiles at that, adoring how your fingers curl into his hair a little more harshly.
âDonât fight it. Know you want it too.â
âSunghoon, this is wrong.â
He ignores you, his tongue darting out to suck at the skin of your inner thighs, fully intending to leave his mark.
âLove the way you say my name, baby,â His breath hovers above your clothed clit, his nose nuzzling just above the waistband of your underwear. âSay it again for me.â
He tastes you through your underwear, hands at your hips, gripping into your skin as you whimper. He can practically feel you twitching on his tongue, though heâs barely started, tasting your arousal, which has long since soaked through your underwear. You taste like heaven, and itâs probably the closest heâll ever get to it, now that heâs certainly going to hell.
âHoonâŠâ
âGonna have to be a little louder than that if you want me to give you what you want, pretty.â
He tugs the useless piece of fabric down enough to allow him to lick a stripe up your clothed cunt and you cry out, already twitching with need.
âFuck, Sunghoonâ!â
âThatâs it. Donât hold back,â he growls, âLet them know how badly you need me.â
He kisses your soaked cunt before sucking hard, grinning at the sound of his name on your lips like a broken record. He fucking hopes Heeseung can hear his name coming out of your breathy, pleading voiceâ hopes he learns not to play with other peopleâs toys. He hopes Jake feels pathetic knowing you chose the one guy in the friend group who already has a girl, instead of him, who's been begging for a crumb of pussy from you since your first year. Thereâs nothing to feel guilty for anymore. Not when your legs are shaking like this for him as he laps you up and sucks on your clit, your essence dripping down his chin.
His dick twitches in his pants when you tug at his hair even harder, your cries sinful as you finish embarrassingly fast on his tongue. He drinks up every drop, even as you try to push his face away, loving how you writhe uselessly in his half-drunken grasp. He finally pulls away, bright-eyed as he watches you catch your breath. He muses at your expression; half ashamed, half lustful.
âDonât tell me you feel guilty, now,â he rises to his feet, caging you in against the sink. He doesnât kiss you yet, preferring to drink in the sight of you first, now that he finally has you. âYou wanted this. Gave me all this attention all semester. Iâm not stupid.â
His knee slips between your legs, and he presses into you until your soaked, throbbing cunt is pressed right against his thigh. You whimper, your hands fiddling with the end of his tie as you rock against him.
âOpening your legs so easily. If you really thought this was wrong, youâd push me away,â he whispers in your ear, before dragging his lips down to your neck, âYouâre just an easy little slut.â
âIâm not aââ
âBaby, youâre dripping,â he chuckles, looking down at the wet patch on his pants. He hikes your skirt higher on your hips to get a better view, âProbably dreamed of me fucking you stupid, as my little side piece.â
His eyes move down to your chest, heaving in that tight little tank top you wore. He palms your breast through the fabric, kneading the flesh before slipping under to pinch your hardened nipples. But his gaze darkens when he pushes the fabric down, revealing the white, lacy bra beneath it.
âWhatâs this?â His hand gropes your chest through your bra, his thumb swiping over your hardened nipples through the material. âWere you planning on getting fucked tonight?â
You donât get the chance to answer because heâs flipping you around, bent over the sink as he drags your matching panties down, tossing them over his shoulder carelessly. He slides two fingers inside you, holding your wrists down against your back, and you gasp as he fills you deep, pace unforgiving, not bothering to even pretend to be gentle. The way you tense around him, choking on your own gasps in shock, only feeds his depraved desires even more.
âBy who? Heeseung?â He seethes, then pauses for a second, laughing, âOr were you gonna let Jake hit it for once? Fucking slut.â
âFor you,â you manage to choke out, âNot that I thought we would, but⊠justâŠâ
The words leave your mouth pathetically, and you can feel your face burn with embarrassment. You had done your best to keep your crush on him at bay. But, there was always a small part of you that couldnât help but wonder. You rationalized it by saying it was something every girl didâ itâs like shaving your whole body before seeing an attractive artistâs concert, imagining what it would be like to get noticed in the crowd. Or wearing your prettiest outfit for that one class with the hot married professor. You didnât wear a matching set because you thought this would actually happen; you did it to entertain your twisted little fantasy of getting with your off-limits campus crush.
Your confession makes him pause entirely, his fingers leaving you hollow.
âFor me?â His voice is slow, smooth, âYou wanted to look all pretty for me?â
You nod, timidly.
You wanted to act like you felt bad. Wanted to pretend like it was wrong. And yet, he caught you red-handed. Some part of you, deep down, wanted this to happen. You canât run from the truth now. And when he turns you to face him, youâre not sure what you expect, but you definitely werenât expecting to be kissed slowly, tenderly, and yet at the same time, so cruelly.
âYou wanna be mine?â He mutters against your lips.
âPlease,â you breathe out. He hums approvingly.
His hunger only grows from the taste of you. He slips your breasts from their pretty lace confines and latches his mouth on them, licking and sucking them, using his teeth, and continues upward. He kisses up your collarbone and your neck, mercilessly, until youâre littered with marks. And when heâs satisfied, he pulls back, admiring his work, thumb sliding across your skin in gentle circles.
âIf you wanna be my pretty little slut,â you feel his hands snake behind you, and his tie wrap around your wrists, âthen youâre gonna have to start acting like one.â
He shoves you to your knees, and you stumble a little, struggling to regain your balance, given your hands were tied. Your knees burn where youâre certain youâll have nasty bruises tomorrow, and you watch as he lifts your chin, âWell?â
Your eyes land on the bulge in his pants. Obediently, you nuzzle your nose at his clothes crotch, looking up at him in a lustful haze. Heâs painfully hard, throbbing with need, and he tries not to show how the sight of you like this is making him crumble.
âPlease, Hoon. Wanna taste you.â
He undoes his belt and lets his pants fall to the floor, cooing as you immediately move to mouth him through boxers, desperate to please him like the whore you pretend you arenât. Itâs amusing, really, and while he adores the sight of you drooling on him, soaking the fabric of his underwear, heâd much rather feel your mouth on him without anything in the way.
He pulls them down and laughs, watching it slap your cheek, standing tall, thick, and in desperate need of being touched. Your fascinated expression and the way you lick your lips tells him youâve never taken someone of his size, and he loves that. He guides the tip to your lips, and your tongue reaches out, tasting his precum on your tongue, spreading it around as you then take the tip of him.
âShit,â he groans, âYou drive me fucking insane. You know that? Havenât had a moment of peace since I met you.â
But itâs worth it, he thinks, as he slides past your lips, hands in your hair, pushing you down his length. And though he canât wait to fuck your face, he canât help but take his time first, sinking into your mouth, admiring just how good you look being fed his cock.
âItâs like you were made for this,â a smile toys at his lips, thinking of all the times heâd woken up with sticky sheets from a dream just like this. âYou like being on your knees for me?â
He glances down at how you rub your thighs together, and how your wrists struggle against its restraints with desire to touch yourself. His girl hated doing this for him. But you? Youâre moaning as he hits the back of your throat, taking it like a champion. He could cum from the sight alone if he werenât trying to savour every second of your mouth around him.
He sinks his fingers into your scalp, pulling himself out before fucking right back into your mouth again, your throat constricting around him as you choke on his thick cock. There are tears stinging your eyes, and your mascara and lip gloss are smudged, and yet youâve never looked more beautiful to him than you do right now.
âSorry, pretty, but I have to be a little rough on you. Gotta teach you a lesson, you know?â Heâs panting now, his groans falling effortlessly from his lips, âThatâs what happens when you rile me up. When you flirt with my friends just to get my attention.â
He reaches from your hair to cup your cheeks, a thumb swiping at a single tear that falls and he sighs. And then, he cracks a twisted smile.
âTheyâll never get to see you like this. Now that you belong to me.â
He finally slows, sliding from your mouth and coos at your exasperated breaths, eyes locking on your marked chest as it heaves up and down. He presses his tip to your swollen lips again, but this time keeps his cock in his hand, fist sliding up and down to the mere sight of you.
âGonna cum all over your pretty face.â You hum around him in approval, âYou like that? So fucking messy.â
He cusses finally, pulling himself out of your mouth to paint you with his spend, shooting ropes over your face, your chest, watching it stain your little tank top, which still hung onto you uselessly, though your breasts were on full display. You blink a few times, mouth agape, because never in your life had you seen this much cum come out of anyone. He stares at you, a gorgeous, pathetic mess, in complete pride, admiring his work. How beautiful it was to have you on your knees for him, completely ruined and marked up, covered in his cum. He wished he had his phone to capture it.
âAll mine now,â he reaches out, spreading the cum at your lips, gathering it on his fingers before slipping them into your mouth. You moan around his fingers.
He hoists you to the sink and throws your panties somewhere across the room, while he pushes up your skirt, revealing your wet, needy pussy. Youâre practically weeping when he finally touches you because youâre aching for release. And, to your surprise, he kisses you, open-mouthed, desperately, tasting himself on your lips, not giving a single shit about how it gets on his face or in his hair. You feel his fingers prod you, entering your cunt with little resistance.
âWant you,â you manage to say, despite his unyielding, feverish kisses. âWant more.â
âThatâs not how you ask,â he teases, his fingers reaching that spot inside you that makes your toes curl, âtry again.â
âPlease fuck me.â
All he does is laugh.
âYouâre real sweet when you beg, butâŠâ he adds a third finger, and your eyes flutter shut, âYouâll take what I give you.â
His other hand grips your neck as he fucks his fingers into you, relishing every cry that leaves your lips. And he takes his sweet damn time, waiting until youâre at the brink of finishing to pull his fingers out of you. And though you open your mouth to whine, youâre quickly shut up when you feel the head of his cock pressing against you, sliding along your needy cunt. Behind you, you can feel his hands undo the tie at your wrists, freeing them from their confines. And now that you could touch him, your hands move instantly, purring with delight at the feeling of his broad, muscular shoulders beneath them. His tip catches at your entrance.
âDonât have a condom. You care?â he sputters out, as if he isnât already sheathing the tip of himself inside you, cursing at the feel of your tight, wet walls.
âJustâ donât cum inside.â
âWasnât planning on it,â he growls. At least not yet. Heâd fill you with his cum another day.
He pushes your skirt up further to watch himself enter you, lifting either leg to the side, and your fingernails sink into the white button-up that still hangs from his shoulders. And, at the realization, you decide to start unbuttoning it, practically salivating at the sight of his body.
âFuck,â he hisses, your pussy wrapped around him so tightly, âCould do this every fucking day.â
He buries to the hilt, leaving you barely a second to adjust before he takes another deep thrust. Heâs so deep inside you, you swear you can feel him in your guts, splitting you on his cock. And you love it. You love the way he stretches you, the way he takes and takes from you so unfairly.
âBet youâd like that. Letting me use you whenever I want. Wouldnât you?â He picks up the pace, and you can feel every inch of him inside you, every vein and curve making your head spin. He grasps your chin, forcing you to face him. âI asked you a question, pretty girl.â
Dazed, you nod fervently, your teeth sinking into your lower lip.
âWanna be used by you. Just wanna be fucked like Iâm yours.â
âAlready said youâre all mine now, remember?â he groans when he feels you clench around him, looking down again just to watch your tight little hole be ruined by him, âMy dirty little slut. All mine to ruin. This one time wonât be enough. I need to have you again, and again. Fuckââ
He shakes his head at himself, almost laughing, to think he tried to deny himself of this. Of you, spread open for him, moaning his name loud enough for the whole damn building to hear. He can feel your walls start to tense, your breath catching, and when he feels you fucking claw at his back, shaking around him, he knows youâre about to finish.
âGonnaââ
âThatâs it,â he purrs, âCum on my cock.â
You cry out his name, your pussy gushing around him, squeezing him like a vice. Your vision goes blurry, and your body shakes all over. And soon, his hips are stuttering.
âFuck, fuck, fuckââ
Cursing, he pulls out, jerking the rest of himself until heâs cumming all over you again. Heâs everywhere. All over your glistening pussy, your skirt, your thighs, the sink, probably the floor, too. Itâs disgusting, and yet, so beautiful.
With a relieved smile, he practically collapses on top of you, his face buried into your chest as his arms wrap around your waist. And for a while, he just breathes, the thought of knowing that he is now covered in his own jizz shoved momentarily to the back of his mind. Because now, as he lies in his own filth with you, he can say with certainty that he finally feels completely satisfied.
So much for being a good guy.
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ÊÉ summary - youâre broke, overworked, and very good at keeping secrets. camming is just a job, your roommate is just your roommate, and park sunghoon definitely does not know what you sound like when you comeâuntil he does. one leaked clip, one locked bathroom, and suddenly âjust for the moneyâ doesnât sound very convincing anymore. ÊÉ tags - 18+ MDNI, f!reader, pwp, camgirl!reader, roommate!sunghoon, voyeurism, live-streaming, exhibitionism, edging, orgasm control, dom!sunghoon, sub!reader, penetrative sex (p in v), unprotected sex, creampie, rough sex, dirty talk, ÊÉ w.c - 5.1k
Clatter.
Your hairbrush hit the porcelain sink with a sharp, plastic crack. You stared at your own reflection in the mirror, wide-eyed, frozen, the bristles of the brush still vibrating against the white basin. Behind you, leaning against the closed door, Park Sunghoon stood, his face a mask of unnerving calm. His thumb hovered over his phone screen.
The sound that had just torn from the tinny speaker wasnât just any moan. It was yours. A high, breathy, desperate gasp, followed by a choked, âAhâfuck, ngh, feels so goodââ before heâd paused it.
âCare to explain?â he asked. His voice was low and flat, completely devoid of the teasing lilt or the familiar, exasperated warmth youâd come to know over the last two years.
Your mouth was dry. âWhatâwhat is that?â
âYou tell me.â
It had started, weirdly enough, with Wonyoung.
Freshman year, youâd won the roommate lottery. Jang Wonyoung was sunshine incarnate: bubbly, kind, and surprisingly tidy. Youâd bonded over shared instant noodles and a mutual hatred for your 8 AM biology lecture. Then sheâd started dating Park Sunghoon, the quiet, devastatingly handsome guy on the ice hockey team. Heâd become a fixture in your tiny dorm, a silent, polite presence whoâd nod hello and then spend hours on the floor, his long limbs folded as he helped Wonyoung to study.
When they broke up at the end of that year, the fallout was swift and clean. Wonyoung, tears sparkling but chin held high, packed her things and moved into a single. Sunghoon, seemingly stranded and already having moved into your dorm, had looked at you with an uncharacteristic hint of panic. âI can find somewhere else,â heâd mumbled.
âDonât be an idiot,â youâd said, surprising yourself. âNowhere will take you at this time of year.â
So heâd stayed. And slowly, a strange, solid thing had grown between you. It wasnât the giggling, gossipy friendship youâd had with Wonyoung, but you found yourself enjoying his presence nevertheless. He became the person you went to for no-bullshit advice. âHe asked you to split the bill on the first date? Heâs cheap and insecure. Block him,â Sunghoon would say over a shared lunch, not looking up from his phone.
Youâd laugh. âThatâs harsh!â
âItâs true. You canât settle for someone like that.â
In return, heâd tell you about his dates. They were fewer, but just as disastrous in their own way. Youâd sit cross-legged on his bedroom floor as he paced, dissecting their texts with you. âShe said âkâ after I sent her a paragraph about my day. What does âkâ mean in this context? Is it a good âkâ? A hostile âkâ?â
âItâs a bored âkâ,â youâd say. âAbort mission.â
Now, by junior year, youâd become inseparable. You knew his coffee order off by heart (iced mocha with Frappucino chips), he knew your college timetable. You borrowed his hoodies, he ate your leftover kimchi jjigae when you ordered too much (which, to be honest, was every time). Youâd curl up on opposite ends of the couch, your feet on his lap, and watch terrible reality TV. It was comfortable. Safe. He was your person.
But there was one thing you were hiding from him.
The camgirl thing hadnât been some deep-seated fantasy. It was pure, pragmatic economics. Part-time jobs were picky with schedules, and the one youâd landed at a campus cafe paid peanuts. A friend of a friend had mentioned the siteâit was discreet, decent payout, and you controlled everything. It started as a hesitant experiment, a way to pay for textbooks. Then it became rent money. You invested in a good webcam, a ring light, a collection of toys that you hid in a locked case under your bed. You crafted a persona: confident, insatiable, a manâs wet dream. It was acting, of course. It had nothing to do with the real you. And, of course, you were meticulous. You only streamed when Sunghoon was definitely goneâat the rink, at the library, at the gym. You used headphones and a VPN. You soundproofed your door with your duvet. It was a separate world, hermetically sealed from your real life.
And now, that world was crystallized in the palm of Park Sunghoonâs hand.
âExplain,â he repeated, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the small space.
âItâs not⊠itâs just a job, Hoon-ah,â you stammered, finally finding your voice. It sounded pathetic. âIt pays the bills. You know how hard it is to affordââ
âI know how hard it is,â he cut you off. He took another step. Now his chest was almost touching your back. You could see the tight line of his jaw in the mirror, the faint pulse in his neck. âI just donât understand why you never told me. You literally told me about the guy who picked his nose at the movie theater the other day, Y/N,â he frowned. âWhy not this?â
âItâs private!â
âIs it?â He lifted the phone again. This time, he didnât play the video. He just held it up so you could see the thumbnail. It was you, back arched, mouth open in a silent cry, a familiar silicone shape disappearing between your thighs. âBecause this looks pretty public to me.â
Shame, hot and acidic, burned through your veins. âSunghoon,â you whispered, your voice trembling. You finally turned from the sink to face him directly. The small bathroom felt like a cage. âWhere did you even get that?â
He didnât answer. Instead, he took a step forward. The movement was slow, deliberate. He placed his phone on the edge of the sink, screen-down. The silence was worse than the audio.
âA guy on the team,â he began, his tone conversational yet deadly soft. âHe sent it to our group chat last night. âHey, doesnât this look kind of like your roommate?â He thought it was a joke.â Sunghoonâs eyes flickered over your face, studying your reaction. âI told him it was a shitty deepfake and to delete it. I threatened to break his nose if he ever shared it again.â
Your heart hammered against your ribs. He had defended you.
âBut then I watched it,â he continued, taking another step. You were backed against the sink now, the cold porcelain pressing into your lower back. âThe whole thing. And then I watched another. And another.â His gaze was intense, burning. âI know the birthmark on your left hip. I know the way you sigh when youâre tired. I know the little sound you make when youâre trying not to laugh.â He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper that caressed your skin. âI know you, Y/N.â
âItâs notâŠâ you started, but the lie died in your throat. There was no point.
âWhy?â The single word was loaded.
âThe money,â you breathed out, looking down. âItâs just for the money. It doesnât mean anything.â
âDoesnât it?â His finger came up, hooking under your chin, forcing your eyes back to his. The contact was electric.
There was no teasing now. No roommate-ish camaraderie. You saw it in the darkening of his eyes, the slight flare of his nostrils. You felt it in the heat radiating from his body, so close to yours.
âWere you ever going to tell me?â he asked, his thumb stroking a slow line along your jaw.
âNo,â you admitted, the word a mere breath. âIt was my secret.â
âAnd now itâs mine.â His other hand came up, palm flattening against the cabinet door beside your head, caging you in. âWhat do we do with our secret now, hm?â
You couldnât think. You could only feel. The rough pad of his thumb on your skin. The clean, scent of his body wash and cologne. The overwhelming want that suddenly drowned out the shame. Youâd fantasized about himâof course you had. He was Park Sunghoon, for fuckâs sake. But those fantasies had been vague, safe daydreams. This was so much more visceral, him knowing your deepest secret, having watched you come multiple times on his phone screen.
Your gaze dropped to his mouth. It was a mistake.
He broke.
He let out a sharp, frustrated breath, his hand dropping from your face as if your skin had burned him. Then he took a full step back, turning away to rub both hands roughly over his face, through his dark hair. The sudden distance was a shock, leaving you cold against the sink.
âFuck,â he muttered into his palms, the word muffled. He straightened, his back to you for a long moment, shoulders tense. When he finally turned around, some of the predatory intensity had been replaced by a bewildered, almost hurt confusion. âDoes it⊠I mean, does it really pay that well?â
The mundane question, after everything, was so jarring you almost laughed. A hysterical bubble rose in your throat. You swallowed it down, your voice still shaky. âIâyeah. I guess. Itâs⊠good.â
He leaned a hip against the bathroom door, crossing his arms. He looked like he was trying to solve a complex equation. âHow good? Like, better than the cafe?â
âObviously better than the cafe,â you said, a sliver of your normal self seeping back in. âItâs⊠flexible. And the tips can be⊠significant.â
âHm.â He chewed on his lower lip, his eyes drifting to the ceiling, avoiding looking directly at you.
You cleared your throat. âI mean, obviously not as well as the couples on the website, but yeah. Itâs pretty good.â
His brow furrowed slightly. âCouples?â
âYeah,â you said, a shaky exhale escaping you. You leaned back against the sink for support properly. âThe top earners are almost always couples. People like it more, I guess? You can do a lot more with two people, you know. More⊠interactive. Rather than just one person, like. Masturbating, or whatever.â
âInteractive,â he echoed, his tone flat. He finally looked at you, and you saw the gears turning behind his dark eyes. There was a flush creeping up his neck, staining the tips of his ears a faint, rosy pink. It was such a stark contrast to the man who had cornered you moments ago. It was almost sweet, kind of endearingly awkward. âSo, theoretically, if you had a⊠partner for a stream. The revenue would, what, double? Triple?â
âSomething like that,â you whispered, your heart beginning to pound for a completely new reason. You couldnât possibly be thinking what you thought he was thinking.
He uncrossed his arms, shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. He studied the tile floor as if it held the answers. âAnd youâyouâd be in control? Of everything. What happens.â
âAlways. I set the rules. I can end it anytime.â
He nodded, once, sharp. He took a deep breath, his ears now fully aflame. When he lifted his head, his expression was a mixture of fierce determination and profound embarrassment. âOkay.â
âOkay⊠what?â
âNext time you schedule one.â He cleared his throat, his voice dropping. âIâll⊠Iâll be your guest. For theâum. Interactive element.â
The world tilted. âWhat?â
âYou need the money, right?â he said, his words coming faster now, a defensive, logical ramble. âI skip the gym anyway sometimes.â A faint, almost imperceptible smirk touched his lips and vanished. âAnd it sounds like a pretty good workout.â
You were speechless. Park Sunghoon, the guy who got flustered when a date used too many emojis, was volunteering to star in your cam show. To have sex with you. On camera. For money.
âYou donât have toââ you started.
âI know I donât have to,â he interrupted, his gaze finally steady on yours. The shyness was still there, but beneath it was a layer of steel. âBut I want to.â The admission hung in the air, raw and undeniable. âSo. Letâs do it.â
A slow, treacherous heat was spreading through your core, melting the last of your shame. This was insane. This was the most insane thing that had ever happened. And you wanted it. You wanted it so badly your knees felt weak.
âTomorrow night,â you heard yourself say, your voice surprisingly steady. âYou go to the gym at seven. Skip it.â
He gave a single, tight nod. âIâll be there.â
The following evening, even the air in the apartment felt charged. The normalcy of the day had been a fragile illusion. Youâd shared a quiet breakfast. Heâd asked if you wanted coffee. Youâd both pretended to study in the living room, and the hours had dragged, each tick of the clock a pounding heartbeat.
At six-thirty, you retreated to your room. Your usual ritualâputting your VPN on, positioning the ring light, logging into the encrypted siteâfelt surreal now. Youâd retrieved the small, discreet remote-controlled vibrator from its case. It was a sleek, egg-shaped thing. Youâd never used it with the remote function live before; it had always been a prop, something youâd pretended was controlled by a faceless, tipping âdomâ.
Tonight, it would be real.
You dressed in the lingerie youâd chosen after an hour of frantic deliberation: a set of black lace, delicate and sheer, more suggestive than revealing. It felt different against your skin. It wasnât for an anonymous audience anymore. It was for him.
At five minutes to seven, a soft knock came at your door. Your breath hitched. âCome in.â
Sunghoon entered. Heâd changed into sweatpants and a plain grey t-shirt that stretched across his shoulders. He looked casual, relaxed, almost, but his eyes were dark pools of focused intensity. He took in the scene, the soft lighting, the camera on its tripod, you perched on the edge of your made bed in your laceâbut his expression didnât flicker. He was in work mode.
âReady?â he asked, his voice steady.
You nodded, unable to speak. You handed him the small, black remote. His fingers brushed yours, and a spark jolted up your arm. He examined the remote, thumb testing the dial and the single button.
âHow does it work?â
âThe dial controls the intensity,â you whispered, your mouth dry. âAnd the button⊠pulses.â
He nodded, his face a mask of concentration. âAnd me?â
âStart over there,â you said, pointing to the corner just out of the cameraâs main view. âIâll introduce you.â
He nodded, fingers curling around the remote. âWhat do you want me to do with this?â
âWhatever you want,â you said, your own boldness surprising you. âJust⊠um,â you laughed. âDonât make me scream before Iâve said hello.â
He gave you a slightly nervous smile. âNo promises.â
He moved to the shadowed corner of your room, leaning against the wall, a silent, watching statue. The remote was loose in his hand. You took a final, deep breath, clicked the Go Live button, and felt the familiar, terrifying drop in your stomach.
The viewer count began to climb almost immediately. 50, 120, 300. Familiar usernames popped into the chat, along with a flood of new ones.
âHey everyone,â you purred, slipping into your persona. Your voice was lower, smoother than your normal one as you played with your bra strap. A smirk played on your lips. âMiss me?â
The chat exploded with hearts, fire emojis, and greetings. You bantered for a few minutes, teasing, leaning into the camera to give a glimpse of cleavage, running a hand through your hair. You could feel Sunghoonâs gaze on you from the corner, a physical weight. It should have been unnerving, but it was thrilling.
âSo, I actually have something special planned for you guys tonight,â you said, your eyes flicking toward the shadows where he stood. âA little⊠collaboration, if you will. Say hello to my friend.â
You gestured. Sunghoon stepped forward, moving gracefully, but there was a new stiffness to his shoulders. He stopped just at the edge of the light, his face partially in shadow, his body a tall, taut silhouette. He lifted a hand in a slight, awkward wave. The chat went absolutely feral.
injangsdad: HOLY SHIT????
BbyDvl: WHO IS THAT???!
ilovesalsa02: Bro is BUILT holy shit
heehee: why is he so shy?? u deserve a real man like me
âHeâs going to be helping me out tonight,â you explained, lying back against your piled-up pillows, spreading your legs just a little. The black lace rucked up your thighs. âHeâs got a little controller for this.â
You opened your legs wider, giving the camera a clear view as you took the egg vibrator and slowly, deliberately, pressed it inside yourself. You were already wet, anticipation and sheer nervousness doing their work. A soft sigh escaped you, genuine this time. You caught Sunghoonâs eye. He was staring, his jaw tight, the remote gripped in his hand tight.
âAnd heâs in charge of the intensity,â you breathed into the mic. âShall we see if heâs any good?â
You gave a slight nod.
Sunghoonâs thumb pressed a button.
A low, steady buzz erupted inside you. It was a gentle hum, a pleasant warmth. You let your head fall back, a smile touching your lips. âMmm, starting off easy on me? Thatâs sweet.â
The chat scrolled.
stickiriki: TELL HIM TO TURN IT UP
injangsdad: He looks so focused lol
seonwoo333: His handsâŠ
Sunghoonâs eyes were fixed on the screen, watching the live feed, watching you. His expression was unreadable. He pressed another button.
The vibration jumped in intensity. It was no longer a hum now, more a persistent, insistent thrum right against your most sensitive spot. Your breath hitched. Your hips gave an involuntary little jerk. âOh,â you gasped, the sound soft but picked up crisply by the mic. âOkay. There we go.â
He watched your reaction on the screen, his own breathing deepening. He was a quick learner. He adjusted the setting again, this time cycling through a pattern. It started slow, then escalated to a frantic pulse, then dropped back to nothing, leaving you aching and clenched around the empty buzz.
âFuck,â you whispered, your persona slipping for a second. You were no longer performing for the faceless crowd, you were performing for him. You were trying to read his face, to see what made his breath catch, what made his knuckles whiten on the remote. God, you were so fucking soaked for him, pussy clenching around nothing but air, desperate for his thick fingers or that fat cock to stretch you wide instead of this teasing toy buried deep in your dripping slit.
He finally settled on a rhythm that had your vision blurring little by little: a frantic, buzzing assault like a swarm of eager tongues lashing your swollen clit and inner walls without mercy. A sharp cry ripped from your throat, back snapping off the pillows as electric jolts shot straight to your core. One hand clawed at your heaving tits, fingers twisting your stiff nipples through the sheer lace until every part of you throbbed like a second heartbeat, the other pressing flat against your quivering belly, as if you could trap the sensation inside your spasming cunt.
âSunghâ,â you almost moaned his name, cutting yourself off with a bitten lip. âMore.â
He didnât increase the power. Instead, he started to play.
Heâd let the brutal pattern continue until you were writhing, your thighs trembling, until pleas were tumbling from your lips unbiddenââplease, god, right there, donât stopââand then heâd cut it off entirely. The sudden absence was a torment worse than the vibration. Youâd whimper, your body seeking friction against the sheets. Heâd just wait, eyes hooded and ravenous on the feed, devouring every twitch of your sweat-slicked skin, every heave of your lace-clad tits, as you crashed down from the edge only for the hunger to claw back fiercer. Then he'd flick it on again, slamming you right back into that torturous bliss, your juices squirting in messy spurts around the buzzing egg.
It was torture. It was exquisite. You were his marionette, strings yanked by his whims, and he was discovering the joy of pulling on them. Fuck, it made you wetter than ever. The chat was a blur of encouragement and tipping notifications. The sound of digital coins chiming was a constant backdrop.
userace: Shit lmao look at that slut squirm
BbyDvl: dont let up until shes screaming
Lurkr89: Edge her until she breaks
You were close. So, so close. The coil in your belly was wound tight, a spring about to snap. You were mumbling, a stream of consciousness filled with âyesâ and âthereâ and âjust like that.â You looked directly into the camera lens. âIâm gonnaâIâm gonna come. Please, let me come.â
Sunghoonâs thumb hovered over the button. He looked from the screen to your actual body on the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He gave one sharp, definitive nod.
And turned the vibrator to its maximum setting.
The orgasm ripped through you with no warning, a white-hot detonation that seized every muscle. You moaned, high and loud and continuous as the vibrations continued, milking the shockwaves from you, until you were a shuddering, boneless heap, the babydoll soaked with sweat, your inner muscles fluttering weakly around the still-buzzing egg.
Slowly, he turned the remote off.
Silence, save for your ragged panting and the chime of more tips. The viewer count had skyrocketed.
You lay there, spent, floating. You saw Sunghoon place the remote carefully on your desk. He stepped fully into the ring of light. He came to the edge of the bed. He didnât look at you. He looked directly into the camera lens.
His first words on stream were not to you.
âWas that good for you?â he asked the audience, his voice a low, smooth baritone that sent a fresh jolt through your spent body. He reached down and hooked his fingers in the waistband of your babydoll. In one fluid motion, he pulled it up and over your head, tossing it aside. You were completely naked now, exposed under the bright light and the gaze of thousands, your skin gleaming.
You made a small, vulnerable sound, trying to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists in one large hand, pinning them above your head on the pillow. He held them there effortlessly, finally glancing down at you. His eyes were black with lust.
âShe comes pretty easily, doesnât she?â he said, back to the camera. A patronizing, almost clinical tone. As if you were an object. âOne little toy and she falls apart.â He used his free hand to trail a finger from your throat, down between your breasts, over your quivering stomach. âBut that was just the warm-up, right? You didnât pay to just see a toy do the work.â
The chat was moving too fast to read, a waterfall of explicit encouragement and demands.
He released your wrists. âTurn over,â he said, the command quiet but absolute. âOn your knees. Face the headboard.â
Trembling, every nerve still alight from your orgasm, you obeyed. You got onto your hands and knees, presenting your pussy to the camera behind you. You heard the rustle of his clothes, the snap of elastic. Then, the hot, heavy weight of his erection rested against your inner thigh.
He didnât enter you immediately. He ran the head of his thick, hard cock through your soaked folds, gathering your wetness, teasing your entrance. You pushed back against him, a needy little grind, but he held your hip firmly, keeping you still.
âLook at her,â he said to the lens, his voice dripping with condescending admiration. âDesperate for it. Sheâs dripping all over my cock and I havenât even put it in yet.â He gave a short, dark chuckle. âShould we make her wait? Let her beg a little more? What do you think, guys?â
You heard the ching of a large tip. He hummed. âA hundred dollars says âfuck her now.â Canât argue with that.â
Without any further preamble, he gripped your hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and drove into you in one deep, merciless thrust.
You shrieked, the massive girth stretching your soaked pussy walls to their limit, filling every inch of your greedy hole in a way no toy ever could. He held still for a torturous second, letting you feel his veiny shaft throbbing inside you, letting the audience watch how his fat cockhead kissed your cervix while your puffy lips clung to his base.
Then he started pounding you raw.
He was relentless, his deep, punishing strokes rocking your body forward, heavy balls slapping wetly against your swollen clit with every filthy plunge. The room filled with obscene sounds: the slick squelch of your arousal coating his pistoning cock, your desperate whimpers turning to drawn-out moans, his ragged grunts as he fucked you like an animal. One hand clamped on your hip, yanking you back to meet his thrusts, the other braced on the headboard, his dark eyes glued to your face.
âSee how this dirty little slut takes my cock?â he growled for the viewers, voice gravelly and commanding, treating you like his personal fucktoy. âNo shame at all,â he scoffed. âSheâd beg for this pounding all night if the tips rolled in, wouldnât you?â He rammed in extra hard on the last word, grinding his thick shaft against your g-spot until you sobbed, your cunt gushing fresh juices of arousal around him.
valsbn: Fuck yeah, wreck that sloppy pussy
heehee: Pound her harder, I wanna see her squirt all over that dick
bnoo: hot as hell ill tip more for creampie close-up
pjjong: $200 to make her say thank you.
He read it. He leaned down, his chest pressing against your sweaty back, his mouth near your ear, but his words were still for the audience. âThey want you to say thank you to me for railing your sloppy cunt. Think you can manage that while Iâm fucking you like this?â
You were a babbling mess, reduced to pathetic whines and gasps, your brain fried from the relentless stretch. He yanked your hips back viciously, tilting his angle to batter that sweet spot deep inside, making your vision explode with white-hot pleasure. âT-thankâfuckângh! Thank you!â you wailed, the words torn from your throat as your pussy clenched hungrily around his invading girth.
âGood,â he purred, straightening up again, resuming his punishing pace. âBut I donât think sheâs learned her lesson yet. Hiding this from me. Putting herself on display for everyone but me.â His thrusts turned feral, each one slamming his thick head against your cervix, your arousal squirting out with every withdrawal, soaking his balls and the sheets. You felt another orgasm building, clit throbbing desperately. âShould we let her come again?â he hummed, as if he was thinking about it. âI donât know. She seems pretty greedy. Maybe she needs to earn it.â
His hand snaked around your waist, rough fingers zeroing in on your engorged clit, rubbing furious, slippery circles in perfect sync with his pounding rhythm. The onslaught shattered youâhis massive cock dragging along your slick walls, hitting every sensitive ridge, while his digits ground against your nub, sending electric jolts straight to your spasming core. You babbled incoherently, a filthy stream of pleas spilling from your drool-slick lips.
âPleaseâhnghâplease, Iâll earn it, Iâll be goodâbe your good girl, just let me, pleaseââ
âSince you asked so nicely,â he said, his tone mockingly gracious, ramping up the pressure on your clit until it pulsated with need. His thrusts went wild, losing all controlâfrantic, hip-snapping drives that chased his release while demolishing yours, his thick cock swelling even bigger inside your clenching heat.
The second orgasm was differentâa deep, rolling quake that started in your core and radiated outwards, making stars burst under the darkness of your eyelids. Your internal muscles clamped down on him in vicious, rhythmic pulses, milking his cock, and you heard his sharp, guttural groan right next to the microphone.
âFuckâsheâs squeezing me so tightâgonnaââ His voice cracked, all narration forgotten. He buried himself balls-deep one final time, body jerking violently, hot ropes of thick cum erupting from his pulsing tip to paint your insides white. He pumped you full, overflow spilling out around his still-twitching girth.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing and the final, celebratory chimes from the tip jar on screen. The viewer count was holding steady.
Sunghoon stayed buried inside you, his weight partially on your back, both of you slick with sweat. Them, slowly, he pulled out. The loss was acute, and you collapsed onto your stomach, turning your head to look at him.
He didnât pull away immediately. Instead, his hand came down hard on your ass in a sharp, stinging slap that made you yelp, your spent body jolting. âTurn around,â he ordered, his voice still rough with the aftershocks of his orgasm. âThey want to see you.â
You whimpered pathetically, muscles like jelly as you rolled onto your back, legs splitting open, your drenched thighs slick with sweat, arousal, and his leaking cum. Your tits heaved with every ragged breath, nipples hard. Sunghoonâs strong hand seized your jaw, fingers digging into your soft skin as he wrenched your face toward the camera, forcing your swollen lips into a pouty âOâ shape. His other hand clamped onto your inner thigh, yanking it high and wide to expose your wrecked cunt to the lensâpuffy lips gaping, creamy cum oozing out in thick rivulets, mixing with your gushing juices to form a filthy puddle on the sheets.
Your face was pure pornographic bliss: eyes glazed, lips swollen, hair a tangled mess, and a drowsy, cock-drunk expression that left no doubt about just how thoroughly heâd ruined you. The chat exploded instantly.
userace: bet her pussys still twitching for round two fill her up again
stickiriki: Fuck i need my mouth on those tits
ilovesalsa02: holy shit she looks like a glazed donut lmao
jsxlo: $500 TO KISS HER RN
Sunghoon glanced at the monitor, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. He leaned in closer to the camera, his grip tightening on your jaw ever so slightly. âLook at her,â he said, his voice low and gravelly, dripping with possessive satisfaction. âSo fucking pretty.â More tips chimed like a victory song, and Sunghoonâs smirk deepened as he straightened, still holding you in place for the audience to gawk at. âWell, I hope you enjoyed the show,â he said. âThatâs all for today.â
With that, he reached out and ended the stream with a decisive click.
The sudden silence was deafening. The bright ring light felt exposing, harsh. You were both panting.
Sunghoon looked down at you, and in his eyes was something complex that you couldnât quite decipher in your fucked-out state. He opened his mouth to speak just as your phone, connected to the stream dashboard, buzzed violently on the nightstand. The notification preview glowed:
STREAM SUMMARY:
Peak Viewers: 6.8k
Total Tips: $1,547
New Top Tipper: @pjjong
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âshit baby, what are you doinâ?â your boyfriend pants, all sweaty and flushed, slumped against the headboard of your bed. âyou didnât think we were done, did you?â you coo, crawling back into his lap.
by now, you boyfriend had fucked you twiceâ once on the couch after you clung to him right when he walked through the door, and the second time, ten minutes ago on the bed. sunghoon was sated to say the least, body spent from the tires of his day and now you.
âyn,â he starts, tilting his head as his hand find your hips. âwhat, baby? i told you, i needed you..â your hands run down his chest, the muscles flexing under your touch. âyeah, and i gave it to you twice.â he grins.
âyeah, well..â you trail off, looking at him all pretty. âi havenât had my fill yet. just one more, please?â you lean in, nuzzling your nose with his. sunghoon knew he could never say no to you, but he could only give so much.
âbut, baby, iââ âshh,â you cut him off, kissing down his already marked up neck and down his chest. âi know.. just trust me..â you murmur against his skin, making his breath hitch. âfuck.. okay..â
he felt as you moved down to the sticky mess between his thighs, his softening cock hanging. your breath ghosts over it, and it jumps a little. âshitââ he twitches. you take this as a sign and arch your ass up for him to see while your lips ghost over the side of him.
your fingers wrap around it, the angry tip still a dark pink and you suck it into your mouth. he lets out a groan from above you, the thump of his head falling to the headboard registers in your ears. you give small licks to his cock, sucking lightly to work him up gently.
âfuck, baby, a little harder please..â he moans, hand finding your cheek. âyeah?â you whisper, letting a glob of your spit drip down his slit and it trails down a bulging vein. âholyâyn, quit teasing.â you giggle, wrapping your hands around the base of his hardened cock. âalright, alright.â then your cheeks are hollowing, and tongue swirling as you take him as deep as you could.
you get messy with it, drool spilling out of your mouth as the salty taste of your cum mixed with his from before floods your mouth. each slurp from you is louder than the last. his eyes flutter shut, a hint of overstimulation there but not overriding the pleasure. âjust like that..â he moans, rolling his hips up until your nose nudges his abdomen.
hearing you gag softly makes him moan, backing off with how much he thrusted up into your mouth. you could feel how hard he was, your hands moving down to squeeze at his balls, making his thighs tremble. âs-shit..â
âbaby, youâre gonna have to stop unless you want me to cum right now..â he pants, fingers tracing your cheekbone. you throat flexes with another small gag, your eyes glossy. sucking all the way back up to the tip, a string of spit connects you as you reluctantly pull away. you keep your eyes on his now tall-standing, hard and throbbing cock.
âyouâre insatiable.. câmere.â he tugs you up, making you straddle him again. eagerly, you comply, your puffy clit catching his tip on accident, drawing a needy moan from you. âi need you so bad, hoonie.â you bite your plush and sticky lip. his thumb swipes under it, catching some of your spit before he brings it down and rubs it on your clit.
your back straightens, a breathy sound escaping you. âplease..â âyeah?â he pants, watching you, his desperate girlfriend, grind herself on his thumb for the slightest bit of friction. âride me then. make yourself feel good on my cock.â
without needing to be told again, you grab his length behind you and line yourself up, rubbing the head back and forth for more pleasure, but more so to tease him. âcâmon..â he urges, leaning back more and tugging you down.
his eyes stare at the way your pussy lips swallow his cock, taking him inch by inch. âoh, god.â he moaned. there was something about the way you felt after already being fucked, your walls sucking him in perfectly, his cock kissing your cervix as you bottom out. âshit..â he rasps. his fingers trace across the outline of his cock in your tummy. âlook at that..â
you moan, arching into him which just makes the hard line of him press in all the right spots inside you. âmy own little pocket pussy, hm?â he caresses your bare tits, groping gently for now. âyes, yes.. hoonie. all yours..â
âgood girl.â he praises, bucking his hips up once to get you moving. âgo on,â you whimper, hands steadying yourself on his abs. he smirks. ânot so bossy now that youâre stuffed full, huh? you gonna ride me or do i need to do it myself?â he quirks a brow. you swallow, knowing what you wanted. and so did he.
he roughly tugs your torso down until your face is in the crook of his neck, positioning his feet on the bed so he could take control from under you. âspoiled fucking girl.. get everything you want.â
but even as he speaks, his hands slide down your sides almost reverently before finding your ass and groping and squeezing at the flesh. and before you knew it, he was fucking up into at a brutal pace, no ounce of remorse for your sensitive pussy.
âaaah-aahâhoon!â you whine in a tiny voice, hands gripping the sheets and his shoulder. âno, you wanted this.â he grunts, never slowing or stopping. âs-so fuckinâ take it.â he pulls at your ass, spreading your cheeks to reach deeper. each pound of his cock inside you sent you jolting forward, your eyes rolling back. ânghââ
âthatâs it..â he coos, panting as your juices squirt out with how wet you were. you throbbed around him, his cock twitching each time. âyouâre close, arenât you?â he taunts. âarenât you? needy girl.â he nips at your ear, pulling more whines and mewls from your lips. âsay it.â
âmmhâyes. iâm g-gonna cum..â you murmur quietly. âgive it to me.â he grunts darkly, now chasing his orgasm too when he feels the way your walls twitch around him. the noises in the room were lewd; wet squelching and pornographic moans from both of you. a layer of sweat forms between you as you cry out when your orgasm washes over you.
even then, he doesnât stop. you wanted this, right? âfuckfuckâsunghoon!â he hears your whines and pleads of overstimulation but he doesnât register it. he keeps fucking into you ruthlessly, more of your juices splash out and onto the sheets, his thighs and his cock. the warmth and the feeling makes him loose it again. âshitââ he cums hard, deep in your pussy once again.
his semen shoots through you, oozing out into your womb. you let out a sharp cry into his neck, biting on the skin there as you take his load. âmmhâoh my gosh..â you pant in shallow breaths, thighs spasming.
a hand tugs your head up, and he looks over your fucked out face. cheeks flushes, lips plump from where you were biting on them, eyes dazed. his cock continues to thrust inside you but the pace has slowed. âgot your fuckinâ fill yet, baby?â he asks, flipping you over and tantalizingly slow, pulls his cock out.
your eyes flutter as you shift under him, legs spread wide. ây-yes..â you murmur. he grins, the corners of his lips curled sharply. âyou sure?â he dips down, kissing your sweat-slicked skin.
âmhm..â you hum, but his fingers find their way to your sloppy cunt. âsee, i just donât think so..â he starts, his fingers sliding in and out of your pussy, smearing his cum all over. âthis little pussyâs still begging for attention.â he dips in his middle and ring finger, cupping your heat before flicking his fingers where they were inside you. âfuck!â you jolt, brows knitting together.
the sound of your spent and sopping wet pussy fills the silence. âsee? hear how messy and desperate she is?â he withdrawals his fingers, showing them into your mouth forcefully. you moan around them, tongue swirling around the digits instinctively. âmmphââ
âbut.. if you say youâre done..â he shrugs. his words process and you shake your head no vigorously, still sucking on his salty fingers. his thigh slides between yours, cock brushing your tummy. you immediately start to grind on it, obviously still desperate.
âthatâs what i thought.â he pulls his thigh away, pushing his fingers down on your tongue. âget on all fours.â he demands, yanking his fingers from your lips. and of course, you do.
ânow, youâre gonna take everything i give you like a good girl. understand? you want it so fucking bad, iâm gonna give it to you.â
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pairing sunghoon x fem!reader
synopsis you and sunghoon have been best friend's for years. he bullies you, he's mean sometimes, but you just see it as friendly playfulness. lately, he's been acting out more than usual. are you slipping out of his control? you know you can't leave him, baby.
cw heavy nsfw (mdni), toxicbsf!sunghoon so he's rly rly mean to reader heâs terrible, jealous/possessive!sunghoon, manipulation, dubcon (sunghoon gets drunk but its vague so it can be interpreted as him faking it), meandom!sunghoon, heavy degradation, he calls reader loser, stupid girl, dumb girl, baby, fingering, handjob, oral (fem rec.), hair pulling, ass up face down, edging, there is not a hint of praise he gives reader, no protection but no creampie, no aftercare mentioned, reader is EXACTLY where she wants to be <3, jake and hee appearances, intak from p1harmony appearance, hoon is lowkey delusional, i don't proofread lolz
wc 7.5k+
from a distance, sunghoonâs face scrunches up in a grimace. loser canât even flirt right, he thinks to himself, his lips curving downwards into a slight frown.Â
and by loser, he means you.Â
he cringes to himself as you flirt with intak, someone who he knows youâve been trying to get with for a while now. sunghoonâs eyes zone in on your flirtatious touches on intakâs arm and hands, giggling while looking up at him with the obvious look of being into him. he scoffs loudly, enough to capture the attention of jake and heeseung who are sitting beside him.
âwhatâs got your panties in a twist, bro?â jake snickers, looking at sunghoonâs crinkled up nose in disdain. heeseung follows sunghoonâs gaze, finding you and intak flirting with each other. heeseung snorts, chuckling as he watches intakâs hand trail onto your waist, gripping at the flesh. he mentally thinks: 1, 2, 3âŠ
on cue, sunghoon stands up from the couch, passing and shoving his way through the large group of drunk and sweaty students. he clears his throat when he approaches behind you, his figure shadowing over you and trying to size up intak in the most subtle manner.
âyo, donât we have business administrations together? you know what the hell the professor was talkinâ about today?â sunghoon blatantly interrupts whatever youâre saying mid-sentence, completely disregarding your presence as he greets intak.
intak looks up, away from your eyes as he looks at sunghoon. he smiles, nodding as he rubs the nape of his neck. âyeah, man! i think we do⊠but i literally have no clue what she was yapping about,â he shrugs, offering a crooked smile apologetically.
but sunghoon could care less that intak didnât know what was happening in class. no, his only goal was to get him away from you. heâs already told you multiple times that intak was way out of your league, so what the fuck are you doing? talking to him? he mentally scoffs.Â
sunghoon completely distracts intakâs attention away from you, the poor boy unaware of sunghoonâs true intentions as they get to know each other and talk shit about the professor they share. and youâre pissed, lips parting in shock as sunghoon and intak just left you out like that, despite still being in between them. âoh, what the fuck!â you groan out loud, uncaring of making a scene in front of intak. you shove past sunghoon, a scowl on your face as you carry yourself and your red solo cup filled with jungle juice, to the couch where sunghoon was previously sitting at.
heeseung raises a brow at your appearance, pushing through the crowds before plopping down on the empty end of the couch. âdamn. cockblocked?â heeseung asks, though rhetorically since he already knew the answer. jake tsks in response, shaking his head as he lets out an audible sigh through the loud bass of the music, he saw it coming from a mile away.Â
you only roll your eyes, nose scrunched up as you take a swig of the jungle juice. âintak was totally about to take me home, too!â you grumble, pouting into your drink thatâs pressed up against your lips, eyeing sunghoon and intakâs conversation.
after lingering at the party for a while (alone, might you add), sunghoon eventually departs from his long ass conversation with intak. âcâmon, letâs take you home,â he says as he walks up to you, sitting and pouting on the couch beside his friends who tried to cheer you up, but their efforts were in vain.Â
you huff, giving him the cold shoulder but you stand up anyway, tilting your head up snobbishly as you make a beeline to the door. he was your ride back home anyway (intak would have been, if sunghoon didnât cockblock you), so you donât really have a snarky retort to say back to him.
sunghoon only chuckles at your attitude, giving a goodbye wave to his friends before following after you. he throws an arm over your shoulder when he catches up to you, the cool air of the night welcoming the both of you when you step outside the frat house. âaww, whatâs got you all pouty?â he asks, feigning innocence as he pokes at your puffed out cheeks.
you frown, brows knitting together tightly as you give him a pointed look that screams âyou! you dipshit.â and yeah, sunghoon knows very well it was him, and he couldnât be more proud of himself.
he keeps his arm draped over your shoulders, taking his car keys out to unlock the doors. the car beeps in response, opening up the passenger door for you before playfully shoving your shoulder to get you inside. you dramatically fall into the seat, trying to make him feel somewhat bad, but he only grins at you unapologetically.Â
the drive back home was silent, save for the muffled radio, as you look out your window solemnly. you act like youâve lost everything in your life, your job, money, family, when really youâve only just lost a potential boyfriend, but tomato, tomato!
sunghoon side eyes you, keeping one hand on the steering wheel while his other relaxes on the center console of the car. he chuckles at your still pouty face, rolling his eyes. âseriously? you really thought you would have a chance with him? he says bluntly, a frown ghosting his face but he quickly replaces it with a neutral expression.
you curl into yourself at his mean words. âhe was literally offering to take me home, sunghoon. you totally ruined it for me,â you mumble, frowning as you stare at your reflection through the window. this would not mark the first time sunghoon had ruined something potential for you, heâs always quick to shut you or them off, and it pisses you off to no end. heâs always throwing around claims that youâre too good for them, or they are too good for you. which fucking one is it, sunghoon?
sunghoonâs brows furrow at your words, the corner of his lips twitching into a frown. âhe was only going to do that to be nice. did you expect something to happen out of it?â he says dryly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as his eyes zone in even more on the road in front of him as if distracting himself from your point on intak.
âyes, i did! he was being really touchy, which is always a good sign. and he was matching my flirting,â you continue defend yourself, but it wonât make a difference. youâre not in intakâs car. youâre in sunghoonâs car.Â
sunghoon doesnât say anything else, leaving the conversation hanging. he knows heâs right. you know that sunghoonâs right. after all, heâs your best friend. he has the best intentions for you, right?
he pulls up in your apartment that you share with a few other girls, and he thinks about bringing up how you should just move in with him. thereâs so many better benefits living with him than being cramped in an apartment with three other girls, but he digresses. youâll just brush him off again. he turns his head to look at you, head leaned against the headrest. his eyes brush over your figure before he meets your face again. âgoodnight,â he says casually.
you squint your eyes at him, wanting to stay mad, but you canât. you sigh, playfully rolling your eyes while unbuckling your seatbelt. âgoodnight, hoon.âÂ
the question of how youâre even friends with sunghoon hangs in the air as you leave his car. but oh, sunghoon knows it all too well.Â
he remembersâ sophomore year of high school, when he got partnered up with you for a stupid history project. the two of you fought the entire evening at the library about which era of history you wanted to do. nothing got done that day, the both of you couldnât even decide on a topic before you got kicked out because you both were yelling talking too loud.Â
but then you guys were able to finally get to an agreement (even though sunghoon still wouldâve preferred to do the industrial revolution, but whatever), and after that, it was smooth sailing. the project went by so fast, the two of you working like two peas in a pod. when the project came to an end, and the both of you had no longer any reason to talk to each other, he started to get desperate.
âyou wanna study for chem together?â he would ask in a soft whisper, leaning his side towards you while keeping an eye on the history teacher thatâs lecturing.Â
you would then give him that scowl he always expects nowadays whenever he said something stupid that he already knew the answer to. âi donât have chem. iâm taking physics.â
âoh. right. then how about stats?â he would try again, brows raising a bit in interest to gauge out your reply.
â... iâm taking calculus,â you would answer, but you had forgotten that you were in a class setting, your voice was at its normal speaking level. you got your first detention that day.
but sunghoon didnât, the teacher only caught you speaking despite you trying to throw sunghoon under the bus. donât worry though, sunghoon spent the rest of his classes, stirring up trouble to get detention with you. although he did get detention for the week instead of just a day, but he thought it was worth it anyway.Â
sunghoon was planning the entire time in his last class before detention, thinking about what topics to talk about with you so that the two of you werenât just going to sit in complete and awkward silence. but his plans get shattered when he walks in, a triumphant grin on his face (even though he didnât even win anything??) falling within seconds when he hears you laugh, spotting jake sitting across from you.Â
what the fuck. he stares at the two of you, unaware of his entrance until the teacher tells you and jake to be quiet before directing his gaze back at sunghoon, instructing him to sit down. sunghoon plops on the chair beside you, giving jake a scrutinizing gaze that speaks when the fuck did you get detention?!
to which, jake tells sunghoon that he got caught throwing paper airplanes at jayâs head during calculus. but all sunghoon got from that answer was that you and jake shared a common classâ calculus. fuck, maybe he should have listened to his counselor when they told him to take calculus instead of statistics.Â
and after a long two and a half hours of painful silence after the teacher yelled at the three of you to stop chatting, detention was finally over. jake had to rush to leave, catching the soccer coach to tell him why he had to miss practice, leaving you and sunghoon together.Â
âitâs getting dark. do you walk home?â he asked, throwing his backpack over his shoulder as he watched you pack up.Â
you nod in response, eyes flickering over to the window. the sun hadnât even set yet. âi do. itâs not too far, maybe ten minutes,â you shrugged, adjusting the straps of your own backpack.
âiâll walk you then,â he said simply, walking out of the classroom, not bothering to look behind him to make sure that you were even following him. at the time, you looked over at how he didnât leave any room for argument. he really hadnât changed since.
âholy shit, holy shit, holy shit!â you practically squeal, your eyes glued to your phone as youâre walking over to sunghoonâs car. sunghoon merely furrows his brow in confusion, his back leaned against the door of the car from waiting for your class to end.Â
âfucking finally. what took you so long? i thought you ended at 1:30. not 1:50,â he grumbled, clearly displeased over waiting twenty minutes for you.Â
you finally peel your eyes away from your phone, a way too happy grin on your face that makes sunghoon suspicious. âintak gave me his number! he waited outside of my lecture, found me, and asked me out! isnât that so cute?â you gush, walking over to the passenger side of his car and getting in.Â
sunghoon follows suit, except his expression is now sour. his jaw ticked, sliding into the driver's seat but he doesnât make a move to buckle his seatbelt. âhow does he know where your lecture is?â he asks before scoffing, âstalker much?â
you shrug. âi think jake told him. they share accounting together,â you respond, not noticing your best friendâs mood practically deflating like a popped balloon since youâre so zoned in on your phone, replying to a text to intak.Â
without thinking, sunghoon snatched your phone from your hands. his eyes skimmed through the exchanged messages, a smirk on his face. âhey! give it back to me! whatâre you doing?!â you exclaim, your hands reaching to grab your phone back but sunghoon is quicker, smushing your face away so that your hands arenât in reach to grab your phone.Â
âthis is real cute, y/n. i love the part where you try to be all mysterious. âpick me up at eight?ââ he mocks you, his voice going up a few pitches higher which only makes you more irritated.Â
âshut up! give it back to me now, seriously!â you whine, practically fighting with his hand pressed against the side of your face but heâs relentless, using his strength to his advantage to keep you at an armâs distance.Â
sunghoon only chuckles at your weak efforts to steal your phone back. âooh, look. he just replied to you. he said heâll be there and that heâs real excited to see you. itâd be a true shame if iâŠâ he clears his throat, his thumb pressing on the microphone button, âyo, intak. itâs sunghoon, you remember me, right? heard delta gammaâs hosting a killer party tonight. youâre coming, right? someoneâs gotta hold the keg for me. see you there!â send.
you furrow your brows at sunghoon, stopping your flailing arms to push his hand away from your face. âwhat are you doing?! he already agreed to tonight, thereâs no way heâll agree to go,â you scoff, having full confidence in intak.Â
sunghoon tilts his head at you curiously, a thick brow cocked up and an infuriating smirk on his face. âyeah? oh, look. heâs typing. whatâs he saying⊠ugh blah blah why do you have y/nâs phone⊠oh! he said heâll be at the party tonight. guess your little date is canceled,â he says with a casual shrug, tossing your phone carelessly onto your lap and letting your face go.Â
you quickly grab your phone, not believing what sunghoon said. but intak really did agree to go to the party. you clench your jaw, an upset frown on your face. when you donât say anything, sunghoon rolls his eyes, âoh, come on, y/n. i bet he wasnât even going to take you anywhere special. probably somewhere where he takes every other girl to, youâre not special.â
your entire face falls. you were already frowning, but now youâre just staring at sunghoon, eyes empty. sunghoon looks back at you after a small chuckle at himself, but he quickly shuts up when he notices your expression.Â
âwhat? donât give me that face,â sunghoon says, an agitated frown now appearing on his face, his brows furrowing as he has the audacity to look confused.Â
you donât say anything. you just turn your head away, looking out the window. âjust take me back home,â you mumble, ignoring your phone buzzing with texts from intak.
sunghoonâs eyes narrow at you, watching you practically throw a pouty fit as you look out his window like you were in a sitcom movie. he sighs, rolling his eyes before extending out his hand and grabbing your face to look at him again. his fingers squish at your cheeks, making your lips pout out. ânah. iâm hungry so weâre going out to eat,â he says simply, letting go of you before clicking on his seatbelt and turning on the engine of his car.Â
you blink at him. then you scoff, rolling your eyes as you make a show of being pissed off, turning your entire body towards the door with your arms crossed over your chest. sunghoon merely glances at you at the corner of his eyes, his smirk resting on his lips as he pulls out of the parking lot wordlessly.Â
sunghoon parks in front of some dessert shop. youâre still stubbornly looking out the window, not even aware that heâs looking at you now. he smirks again, nudging your shoulder across the center console. âfine. stay in here while i enjoy a good olâ yogurt bowl myself.â
you almost immediately turn in your seat, looking at him first before you direct your attention to the shop youâre parked in front of. your favorite yogurt shop. you always get this when you donât feel like eating a whole, heavy meal but still need to eat something.Â
before you can say anything, sunghoonâs already getting out of the car. he holds his key up tauntingly through the window, his thumb hovering over the lock button to threaten locking you in his car. you fumble with the car handle, pushing it open just before he can lock you in.Â
âi hate you,â you grumble, narrowing your eyes at him but youâre already walking towards the shopâs door.Â
âi hate you more,â he drawls with a lazy grin, following you inside.Â
after you both order and get your bowls, you slide into a booth seat. sunghoon slides in beside you instead of the opposite side. you stare at him with disgust as you scoop up the yogurt filled with berries and other toppings.Â
âwhat? donât look at me like that. i paid for your bowl,â he says in a sassy manner, and you crinkle your nose at him. you donât say anything back, deciding to enjoy your bowl in peace. you both eat in silence for a bit.Â
and with his fast appetite, he finishes first while youâre only halfway through. he stares at you from the side, watching you take slow bites. he rolls his eyes. âcome on, bro. we donât got all day for you to eat like a sloth,â he scoffs.Â
you ignore him, now purposefully moving your spoon slowly up to your lips like an actual sloth.Â
his own eyes squint at you.Â
âalright,â is all he says before heâs grabbing your face with one hand, his other taking your spoon out of your hand. he scoops up a big bite, and before you can protest, he shoves the spoon into your mouth. he mockingly makes you chew with his hand on your jaw, a satisfied chuckle escaping his lips.Â
âsee? not that hard to eat like a normal person.â
sunghoon insists that you stay at his place so he can take you to delta gammaâs party instead of you going back to yours. evidently, as you sit on the edge of his bed with your arms crossed, you lost the battle.Â
âi need to go back to get ready,â you insist, deciding to still not give up on the fight.Â
sunghoonâs typing on his laptop, doing some work. he doesnât look at you as he speaks. âget ready? you look the same every time. youâre fine,â he mumbles, leaning in a bit to look closer at his laptop screen.Â
your lips part in offense. you scoff. âugh, rude much!? iâm literally wearing jeans and a top. i need to change. intak will be there,â you say as if thatâll change sunghoonâs mind.Â
it only sets him more determined to keep you here.Â
âif you think changing into⊠what? some skirt and a top that shows off your tits will change intakâs mind, then you should just give up already,â he says simply, still not looking at you.Â
you frown. âwell, maybe itâs because i also want to feel pretty for myself? god, not everythingâs about wanting to dress up for intakâŠâ you mutter, even though intak is probably about 70% of why you want to go back to your apartment to change.Â
sunghoon glances up at his laptop to look at you. âgood. thatâs how it should be.â
hours later, you show up to the party with sunghoon. youâre following behind him at first, on your phone, texting intak to ask if he was here yet. sunghoon notices you trailing back a bit, and he scowls.Â
he grabs your wrist and tugs you forward to move you in front of him instead of behind. you stumble, your brows furrowing in confusion up at him. âwhat?? i was literally right behind you,â you grumble.Â
you donât wait for him to respond as you continue to walk forward into the party, sending out one last text to intak to tell him that you were at the party already. sunghoon looks at your phone screen over your shoulder and rolls his eyes.Â
heesueng approaches the two of you alongside with jake. they greet sunghoon first with loud shouts. jake throws an arm around your shoulder, glancing at your phone just before you shut it and pocket it away. he grins at you. âoooh, making moves?â jake teases.Â
you smile, shoving him playfully. âwell, my move was originally better with a planned date,â you say, emphasizing date as you glance over at sunghoon. jake caught the insinuation that sunghoon ruined it for you.Â
he unloops his arm around your shoulders, pushing your back forward towards the main party to get away from the doorway. âjust means you gotta make it up here instead,â he whispers in your ear so that sunghoon wonât hear.Â
sunghoonâs staring at you and jake the whole interaction.Â
you donât know how many hours has passed. maybe minutes? time blurred after a few shots, and by few, more like 6-7 shots. youâre laughing and dancing with your friends and some strangers, surrounded by them before a hand touches your shoulder.Â
you glance up, seeing that it was intak. your eyes light up. âoh my gosh! hey, you found me!â you grin happily, turning around fully to face your body towards him.Â
intak smiles down at you, dimples peeking out. he has a red solo cup in his hand, hat backwards on his head. âyeah, âcourse i did. it wasnât hard to find you. itâs like you have a spotlight shining down on you,â he flirts, and it sounds so genuine and cute from him that your drunk smile falters with awe.Â
you part the dance circle with your hand in intakâs as he leads you away. you donât even hesitate, the alcohol making you more courageous yet oblivious to sunghoon stilling in the dance circle, watching your backs disappear in the crowd.Â
you spend the majority of the party alongside intak. he introduces you to his friends, but doesnât linger long. you find it romantic. he wants you to meet his friends, but he also wants to still spend alone time with you.Â
sunghoon fucking hates it.Â
âheâs hogging her.â sunghoonâs voice comes out as a low growl, sulking in the corner of the couch. his eyes are absentmindedly watching people dance, totally (definitely not) finding it more entertaining than watching you be all touchy with intak in the corner of the house.Â
heeseung and jake donât bother hiding their eyes watching you and intak.Â
âsounds a lot like someone i know,â heeseung remarks, sharing a glance with jake. they both snicker.
sunghoonâs brows furrow, sharp eyes darting over to them. âfuckâs that supposed to mean?â
heeseung raises his hands in mock surrender. âman, come on. she looks like sheâs having a good time. leave her alone,â jake interjects, shrugging his shoulders indifferently.Â
sunghoon scowls. wordlessly, he gets up but he doesnât move to you. he moves to the kitchen instead, pouring himself another drink. heeseung sits up straighter on the couch, watching sunghoon from a distance.Â
â...shit. should we stop him?â heeseung asks, grimacing slightly as he watches sunghoon continue to pour vodka in the red solo cup.Â
jake visibly winces as he sees sunghoon down the liquor as if heâs the one who drank it. â...naahhhâŠhe knows his limitsâŠâ
moments before absolute disaster.Â
âcan i kiss you?â intak asks you. heâs slightly leaning down, just enough to tower over you but heâs the one with his back against the wall. totally voluntary, by the way.Â
you smile, your head tilting up at him cheekily. âiâd like that,â you hum, going on your tippy toes to meet your lips with his. your hand reaches up, holding his jaw. he reacts instantly, kissing you back. itâs soft, cute, nothing like the other students messily making out around you.Â
you both smile against each other. âdonât pull away. câmere,â he whispers, bringing your face to his again to kiss you again when you pull away slightly. the kiss becomes more deliberate. the bumping frat music blurs in the background, and you focus on the feeling of his lips moving against yours.Â
suddenly, you feel a sharp tug on your hair. you moan into his mouth, not yet realizing that intak has both of his hands cupping your faceâŠ
then, the tug is sharper, harder. enough to force your lips away from intak. âwoah, iââ youâre about to make some joke about how you didnât know how rough he could be, but intakâs own surprised face confuses you.Â
âwhatâs your deal?â intak says first, his eyes not on you but on sunghoon behind you. âwe were kinda doing something.â
âi saw that,â sunghoon responds plainly, his fingers still tangled in your hair. youâre so fucking confused. you try to get your head out of his hold, but his fingers only tighten, making you yelp softly.Â
âlet go, man. youâre hurting her,â intak frowns, his eyes darting over to where sunghoonâs hand is in your hair.Â
sunghoon smirks, a mocking, dry chuckle escaping his lips. âoh, am i? nah, i know what she likes.â he looks down at you with low-lidded eyes. heâs clearly intoxicated, way past his usual threshold of how much he drinks.Â
his smirk only widens when you donât say anything. âsee? she knows too. iâm her best friend. i know what she can handle.â
you finally sputter out something when youâre out of your shocked daze. âsunghoon! let me go, what the hell is wrong with you!?âÂ
sunghoon blinks down at you, unmoving. then, his smirk disappears. âiâm drunk. you have to take care of me,â he says plainly. his words arenât even slurring, not really. he still has control even under the influence of alcohol.Â
itâs scary, honestly.Â
when you just scoff at him, he suddenly dips his head into the crook of your neck. âiâm drunk. you have to take care of me,â he repeats, his lips brushing against your skin. âtake me home. my keys are in my front pocket,â he mumbles softly.Â
you hesitate. he turns his head in your neck, nose brushing against the side of your throat. âplease,â he murmurs.Â
your hands are moving before you know it. you dig your hand into his front pocket, finding his keys with ease. you turn to intak, a frown on your face. âiâm so sorryâŠâ you apologize with a soft sigh. âiâll text youâŠ?â
intak glances at sunghoon still resting his head against your neck so intimately. he runs a hand through his hair, lips pursed. âyeahhh⊠i dunno. iâll see,â he says vaguely before he leaves.Â
your lips part, shoulders deflating with disappointment. you donât notice it, but sunghoon smiles against your shoulder when he hears intak leave.
struggling, you manage to drag sunghoon to his car. you drive to his place, then try to haul him to his room. âsunghoon⊠you have to carry your weight. youâre so heavyâŠâ you mutter.Â
his head lolls lazily, temple resting on the top of your head. âmmâŠcouldaâ asked jake or heeseungâŠâ he mumbles his eyes heavy and blurry. he barely makes out his room.Â
âjake and heeseung already left! why did you suddenly drink so much?â you sigh. before sunghoon can answer, heâs toppling over. you gasp, trying to catch him. he also tries to use you to catch himself. you land clumsily on his bed (thankfully) with sunghoonâs weight on top of you.Â
âugh! oh my god, you smell like cheap vodka. get off of me!â you whine, trying to push him off of you. clearly, his time at the gym has paid off as he doesnât move an inch off of you. you huff in frustration, laying on his bed flatly, exasperated.Â
sunghoon groans into your neck when you fail to move him off of you. âstopâŠdonât move. this is how itâs supposed to beâŠâ he mumbles. your brows furrow in confusion, lips parting to ask him what the hell that means, but he speaks again before you can. âsaw you kissinâ him.â
you blink up at his ceiling. âuhâŠyeah?â
âwas it good?â he asks as he uses his palms on either side of your head to prop himself off of you. he hovers over you now, blinking down at you lazily.Â
you raise an eyebrow at him. âyes. it was good. now can you get off of me? youâre making me smell like vodka,â you reply dryly, rolling your eyes.Â
âmmâŠâ he hums, seemingly in thought. his eyes donât leave yours. âbetter than me?âÂ
your eyes dart over to his face, brows furrowing in confusion. âwhat? we have neverââ
his head dips before you can react. his lips press against yours, feverishly. he doesnât wait for you to kiss him back, his lips already moving against yours. but he knows you. he knows your body. and your body reacts instantly to him, like it was instinct.Â
he pulls away, his breathing already ragged. yours is too. âbetter than me?â he asks again, his eyes no longer locked on your eyes. heâs focused on your parted, kiss-bitten lips.Â
you swallow thickly. â...i-it⊠was different.â
sunghoon doesnât ask how. he kisses you again, and he doesnât waste time. he doesnât try to do what intak does with the stupid, soft kissing. he kisses you with purpose, like heâs trying to engrain himself onto your lips.Â
âiâm better,â he breathes against your lips before he slides his tongue into your mouth. you whimper in response, feeling his tongue mesh with yours.Â
âsay it,â he mumbles.Â
you swear you mishear his voice.
âcome on. say it. say iâm betterâŠâ he pants out, pulling back just enough to see your face. his brows are furrowed, the corner of his lips forming a hint of a frown.Â
he was whining.Â
whining, asking you to say heâs better than intak.Â
you break into an incredulous smile. âseriously?â
his frown disappears. itâs replaced by a dead, serious look. his gaze is sharp. âvery fucking serious. now, are you going to tell me iâm better than that fucking loser or not?â he asks, and youâre not sure when his hand traveled to wrap around your throat.Â
heâs not applying pressure, but his hand is there. itâs claiming, itâs a threat.Â
âyesâyes, youâre better. way better,â you whimper out, your chest heaving up and down against his arm.Â
he smiles. âi know i am, baby,â he mumbles as he dips his head back into your neck. he mouths at your soft skin, his tongue lapping where his lips were. he kisses down your neck like youâre the only thing he wants to taste.Â
âyouâre gonna let me take this off right? for me?â he murmurs as he pulls back enough to paw at your top. the top he refused you to change out of earlier. you nod, biting on your bottom lip as you help him with taking it off.Â
he drops it carelessly to the floor beside his bed. he mouths your tits, forcefully pulling down your bra like a mere annoying obstacle. he groans around your nipple, practically burying half of his face in your tits.Â
âiâm hot. take my shirt off of me,â he instructs you, leaning off of you to sit up between your spread thighs. you catch your breath, practically getting whiplash from his actions and words contradicting constantly. but you move, hands peeling his shirt over his head.Â
he takes his shirt out of your hand before you can toss it to join your top. âthe groundâs dirty. canât have my shirt on there,â he smirks lazily. instead, he pulls the shirt over your head, draping it haphazardly over your stomach. he doesnât smooth it out for you.Â
he moves lower, his hands pawing at your jeans. he unbuttons it, watching your reactions. he smiles lazily when you donât protest or do anything. you let him take off your jeans, let his fingers press into your already damp panties.Â
he scoffs, leaning back down over you. âman, i just knew you always had a little crush on me,â he mumbles, more so like heâs talking to himself. âi mean, just look at how wet youâre getting for me. holy shit,â he groans as his fingers dip under the waistband of your panties, collecting the arousal pooling between your thighs.Â
heâs getting impatient. he plays with your soaking pussy for a little bit, enough to have you writhing and whining under him. he even decides to be a little nice and give you two of his fingers. âyeahhh, i know, my fingers are already hard to take, hm? just imagine my cock inside you,â he taunts, guiding your hand to palm his bulge over his own pants.Â
he feels your gummy walls clench and unclench around his fingers. âahtââ he tsks, pulling his fingers out of you. âwere you about to cum, baby?â he chuckles when you whine in protest. âyou gotta earn your orgasm, loser.â
he moves off of you, sitting back on his knees now. youâre breathless, back laying on his bed as you watch him stare at you. âwhat? do the work yourself. god, do i have to do everything for you, dumb girl?â
he rolls his eyes mockingly, his own hands moving to undo his belt and pants. the belt lands with a clatter on the floor, pants and boxers following. his hard, aching cock springs up, and he hisses at the lack of confinement.Â
you blink at his cock. he merely raises an eyebrow at you. he clicks his tongue in annoyance. he wraps his hand around your wrist, bringing your hand to his cock. âwhat? afraid of it?â he teases, his smirk only widening when he sees your fingers donât even meet when you wrap your hand around his cock.Â
youâre also in awe. your hand doesnât move. you just stare at his twitching cock in the palm of your hand. you donât notice that he leans down a bit to spit onto his cock, making it wet. âcome on, stupid girl. i already made it wet for you. all you gotta do is just move your hand up and down. really, itâs not that hard,â he grumbles, running a hand lazily through his hair.Â
you whimper at his words, moving off your back to sit up a bit. your hand starts to move, his spit dripping onto your fist. a loud squelch resounds around his room, and he tips his head back in pleasure but no sound comes from him.Â
with a determined frown to get something out of him, you twist your wrist. your thumb swipes at the sensitive underside of his cock, seeing some pre-cum leak out of him. his breath hitches, and even though the reaction is so miniscule, it motivates you.Â
you continue, now using your other hand to join in. it elicits a rough groan out of him, his eyes closing in pleasure. you bite on your lower lip, watching him. with more motivation, you lower your head to take him in your mouth. your lips barely wrap around him before his hands fly to your hair, pulling you off of him immediately.Â
he holds your face up close to his. âdid i say to use your fucking mouth?â he asks. he doesnât wait for you to answer. âjust a cock hungry loser, arenât you?â he sighs as if he doesnât know what to do with you.Â
but of course, he does.Â
he manhandles you with ease, shoving your face down into the mattress, hiking your hips up with your ass presented to him. his palm smoothes over the fat, a low, satisfied hum vibrating in his throat. âbut youâre only going to take my cock, okay? only crave my cockâŠâ he murmurs.Â
you expect a slap to your ass, your face half-buried in his pillow to muffle your potential scream.Â
it never comes.Â
instead, you feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against your soaked entrance. you gasp, fingers curling at his sheets, waiting for the push. unfortunately for you, heâs a fucking asshole.Â
his tip bullies into your cunt. he watches you stretch around him, but before he even gets past an inch, he takes it out. âoh, oops. pussy so wet, it slipped out,â he hums, smirking as you whine impatiently.Â
what you feel next isnât his tip anymore. heâs rubbing his cock against your ass, squeezing your cheeks together. he hums lowly, a soft groan escaping him. âmmâŠcanât believe you were about to give yourself out to intak,â he scoffs as he mentions the other manâs name.Â
he finally inches himself into you, catching you off guard. you mewl, eyes fluttering shut as your cunt stretches around his girth. heâs silent, admiring your pussy swallow him until he bottoms out. âfuckââ he hisses out, eyes zoned in on your cunt.Â
he thrusts once shallowly. your body immediately clenches around him. he choked out a half-chuckle, half-moan. âseriously⊠i know youâre a loser but using intak to get me jealousâŠâ he murmurs absentmindedly, shaking his head in disappointment.Â
âi-i wasnâtââ you pant out, your own moans cutting you off, âu-using him to make you je-jealousâŠâ you whimper as he gives you a deliberate grind to shut you up.Â
âno, i know you, baby. you were tryna make me jealous so i can finally fuck you,â he interjects. then heâs pounding into you roughly, not waiting for you to protest him again. his hands grab at your hips roughly, sure to leave indents of his dull nails in your skin tomorrow.Â
he leans over you, his chest pressing into your back. you whine at the new angle, his cock hitting you deeper. one of his hands trail up, brushing hair sticking to your cheek. âmmâŠlook at you. finally getting my cock. you enjoying it, loser? you might never get it again,â he threatens, though with the way your pussy is sucking him in?Â
yeah. heâs not ever letting you talk to another man again.
the back of his hands delicately brush the skin of your cheek, contradicting his pistoning hips. you pant out, eyes fluttering open to look at him. he smiles at the sight of your fucked-out expression, like heâs in awe.Â
âso stupid,â he laughs, shaking his head. he presses a cheek to your temple though. youâre unsure if heâs trying to make you confused while fucking your brains, or if heâs just doing this shit unintentionally.Â
âh-hoonââ you stutter out in a whimper, your hand dipping between your thighs to rub your clit. he hums in acknowledgement, so focused on your cunt taking him that he doesnât yet notice your fingers rubbing circles on the sensitive bud.Â
âwhat is it?â he asks. heâs breathless, his brows furrowing as he slows his thrusts to a maddening, slow grind. his cock throbs in your cunt, and you whine. thatâs when he notices your fingers on your clit.Â
immediately, he grabs your wrist and pins your hand on the edge of the headboard. âthe one time i donât want you to do anything, you donât fucking listen,â he grumbles. your cunt flutters around him. he growls lowly, using his free hand that was holding your hip to reach down and rub your clit.Â
you moan, thighs clamping around his hand. heâs annoyed now. he completely pulls his cock out of you, and you whip your head around your shoulder to stare at him. âheyââ your protest dies in your throat when his hand lets go of your wrist to shove your face back down into the pillow.Â
âlet me play with my dumb girlâs body,â he murmurs, effectively shutting you up. he dips down, lowering himself to be face-level with your pussy. he laps at his own two fingers, getting it wet before he spreads your folds apart.Â
he admires you with a hiss, biting on his lower lip before he licks a stripe up your cunt. you gasp, hips immediately pushing into his mouth. âstop fucking moving, or i stop,â he grumbles into your cunt, his voice sending vibrations into your dripping pussy.Â
his hands hold onto your ass, keeping you still as he licks and sucks on your cunt. his tongue and mouth is making you absolutely delirious. you whine and sob into his pillow, fighting to keep your hips from bucking into his mouth.Â
âo-oh my god, i think iâm gonnaââ you breathe out, a punched-out gasp escaping you when he stops. this is the second time he fucking edged you tonight.Â
âyeah, yeah,â he drawls lazily, barely acknowledging you as he positions his cock to your entrance again. he slips in with more ease, a groan leaving his lips. heâs thrusting into you hard again, the slap of skin against skin echoing in his room.Â
you squeal, your back arching more into him as his cock fills you up. your eyes roll back, hands clawing at his sheets. he doesnât care. rip them, tear them, those sheets are replaceable.Â
you, are not.Â
you come without warning. it happens in a blur, so fast and so abrupt. you donât know when the coil started building up, when it released, when his hand traveled below your stomach to rub at your clit.Â
your moans are broken, muffled by the pillow heâs pressing you down into. he grins, canines peaking out with satisfaction. âaww,â he almost coos at you, watching you fall apart. your body trembles, hips threatening to fall onto his bed if it werenât for his other hand holding your lower half up.Â
âfuck, your cuntâs milking me,â he grunts, a punched out gasp escaping him at how tight your walls constrict around his cock from your orgasm. heâs close, and he doesnât give you a break. âjust lay there and get stupid for me, yeah?â
his hips piston into you, pelvis slapping against your ass. your voice is starting to get hoarse, muffled sobs of overstimulating pleasure racking through you. heâs relentless, hands palming at your ass, grabbing at the flesh.Â
âohmygod, ohmygod, i-i canâtâ!â you slur out, and shit, he thinks you sound so fucking cute. so stupid. it unravels him. he leans over you again, chest against your back. he buries his face into your neck, mouthing at your skin to quiet himself down because heâs totally not going to let you hear him whimper as he cums.
his teeth dig into your skin. you gasp, loud, feeling his cock throb inside you before he completely stills. you whimper at the sudden stop, turning your face to the side so that your cheek is smushed into the pillow to look at him. âwh-whatâs wrong?â
he doesnât say anything. his breathing is ragged like he just ran a marathon. he swallows thickly, and for a second, you swear heâs wincing to hold himself back when your walls clamp around him again in anticipation.Â
â...nothinâ,â he answers vaguely. he pulls off of you, his cock slipping out again. you frown, body instinctively moving to turn onto your back so you could look at him properly. his hand shoots out to grab at your thigh, stopping you.Â
he smirks lazily at you. âi just decided that i donât think you deserved my cum in you,â he muses, his hand slowly stroking himself now. âso,â he grunts as he forces you back onto your hands and knees, arching your back for him juuustt right.Â
âiâm gonna paint your ass with my cum instead,â he grumbles, already close again from the sight of your ass presented to him. the sound of his hand stroking his cock is lewd, obscenely loud. you bite your bottom lip, looking at him over your shoulder.Â
his eyes donât know where to look. your fucked-out face or your pretty ass?Â
he doesnât have time to dwell on it as heâs cumming before he even realizes it. he's staring right into your glassy eyes as he does, white cum splattering all over your skin and ass. itâs gross. itâs beautiful. itâs him.Â

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DOCTOR DOCTOR ! (p.sh)
PAIRING: gynaecologist!sunghoon x reader (f)
SUMMARY: you decide to go to the gynaecologist for a check up, but hadnât realised his inspection wouldâve been⊠through.
WARNINGS: fingering, f!receiving, bulge, this isnât how a gynaecologist should treat you ladies (unless heâs park sunghoon), mentions of hospitals, tried orgasm denial (and failed), lmk if more. STRANGELY PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 13th January 2026
WC: 2k
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a/n: it took me so much to birth this itâs so embarrassing. anw itâs so funny how i dreamt this, woke up and just went on with my day đ”âđ«
You sat in the sterile waiting room of the gynecologist's wing in the hospital, your stomach twisting with a mix of anxiety and discomfort.
The dull ache between your legs had been nagging you for days, a persistent throb that made every step feel off-balance.
When the nurse called your name, you followed her down the hallway, your heart pounding as she lead you into the examination room.
The space was clinical and cold, with white walls, a sink in the corner, and that infamous chair with its stirrups waiting like an unwelcome invitation.
Dr. Park Sunghoon entered shortly after, his presence immediately commanding.
He was tall, with sharp features softened by a professional smile and thick black glasses, his white coat draped over broad shoulders.
His dark hair was neatly styled, and his eyes met yours as he reviewed your chart. âY/N, tell me about the discomfort,â he said, his voice smooth and reassuring, pulling up a stool beside the exam table.
You explain it awkwardly, the soreness, the unusual wetness, the way it flares up without warning and the missed periods.
He nodded thoughtfully, jotting down notes. âIt could be an infection or hormonal imbalance. We'll need to run some tests to check your vaginal fluids and cervical mucus for abnormalities. That includes collecting a sample of your arousal response, essentially, your natural lubrication and any ejaculation if it occurs during stimulation.â His tone remained matter-of-fact, but heat crept up your neck at the clinical phrasing.
âFor accuracy and to avoid contamination,â he continued, âI'll need to stimulate you manually. It's the safest way to gather everything without waste.â you swallowed hard, nodding despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.
He gestured toward the attached bathroom. âYou can remove your pants and underwear there, take your time to get comfortable mentally. I'll prepare the equipment.â
You followed his instruction and closed the door behind you.
Your fingers trembled slightly as you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your hips along with your simple cotton panties.
The cool air kissed your bare skin, making your exposed pussy clench involuntarily.
You folded your clothes neatly on the sink counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
Your cheeks are already flushed, nipples hardening against the fabric of your shirt from the chill and the anticipation.
Your mind swirled with a mix of embarrassment and something darker, hotter, a curiosity about how his touch will feel.
Taking a deep breath, you wrapped yourself in the thin paper gown provided earlier, though it did little to cover your lower half once you were back in the exam room.
You pushed the bathroom door open and padded across the cold linoleum floor.
Dr. Sunghoon stood there, his white coat pristine, dark hair neatly styled, those sharp eyes behind his glasses watching you approach.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice smooth and professional, though there's a subtle warmth in it that makes your pulse quicken.
You noddd, avoiding his gaze as you climbed onto the table.
The paper crinkled beneath you, the surface hard and unforgiving against your bare ars.
He helped position your feet into the stirrups, your legs spreading wide, knees bent, exposing your most intimate parts to the cool air and his scrutiny.
Your pussy lips parted slightly with the movement, already feeling vulnerable, a faint slickness gathering from nerves alone.
He adjusted the light between your thighs, the beam warming your skin as it highlighted every fold, every inch of you.
"I'll start slowly," he said, snapping on a fresh pair of latex gloves.
The sound echoed like a promise. "Just relax and let me know if anything feels off. We're collecting your natural lubrication first, then stimulating to full arousal for the other sample. The tube here will suction any fluids directly."
Beside your spread thighs, a thin transparent tube hovered near your entrance, connected to a small collection container marked with measurement lines.
It was all so scientific, yet the setup made your clit throb faintly. Maybe you shouldnât have been watching role play porn.
He settled on the stool between your legs, his breath ghosting over your inner thighs as he leaned in close. You could smell his cologne, clean, and masculine and it made your mind spin.
His gloved fingers brushed your outer lips first, parting them gently to expose your core.
The touch was light, exploratory, sending a shiver up your spine. "You're a bit tense," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Breathe for me."
You inhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself as he traced the edges of your folds, spreading the emerging wetness around.
His movements were deliberate, skilled, like he'd done this a thousand times, which he probably had, but never quite like this for you.
One finger circled your entrance, dipping just the tip inside, coating it in your juices before withdrawing. The tube hummed to life softly, the end positioned to catch the droplets that trickled from you.
He watched your face the whole time, noting every hitch in your breath, every subtle shift of your hips. "Good," he said, voice low. "Youâre responding well. Now, I'll go deeper to stimulate more production."
Slowly, he pressed one finger fully inside you, the intrusion slick and warm despite the glove.
Your walls clenched around the digit, pulling it in deeper as he crooked it just right, brushing that sensitive spot along your front wall.
A gasp escaped your lips, your hands gripping the edges of the table.
He was good⊠fuck, he was incredible. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made e stars burst behind your eyelids.
Heat built rapidly, your pussy flooding with arousal, the tube sucking greedily at the excess that flooded out.
You tried to focus on the ceiling tiles, counting them to distract from the way his finger pumped in and out, adding a second one now, stretching you deliciously.
your thighs trembled in the stirrups, toes curling as pressure mounts low in your belly.
He could feel it, the way your inner muscles flutter, tightening around his fingers.
"Not yet," he warned, his tone firm but gentle, eyes locked on the container where your juices are slowly filling it. "Hold it in, Y/N. We need more before you climax, the sample won't be accurate if it's too little."
But Lord, it was impossible. His fingers twisted inside you, hitting that spot again and again, his thumb pressing harder on your swollen clit.
You bit your lip, trying to obey, but the pleasure crashed over you like a wave.
Your pussy spasmed wildly around his fingers, gushing more fluid as you shattered with a sharp cry that echoed off the walls âAhâ fuck!" The orgasm ripped through you, hips bucking against his hand, the tube capturing the surge of your release.
He didnât pull away immediately, letting you ride it out, his fingers still buried deep as your walls pulsed and milked them.
When the tremors subsided, he withdrew slowly, the glove glistening with your cum. You slumped back, chest heaving, mortified heat flooding your cheeks.
Dr. Sunghoon sighed, glancing at the container. It was only halfway to the line. "We almost had enough," he said, not angry, just matter-of-fact. "But you'll need to hold back next time. We'll start over and build it up gradually⊠can you manage that?"
You nodded weakly, still buzzing from the aftershocks. He discarded the used glove, snapping on a new one, and repositioned the tube.
His fingers returned, though your pussy is still drenched from before.
He slid in easier now, two fingers from the start, scissoring gently to open you up. "Focus on your breathing," he instructed, his free hand resting on your thigh, thumb stroking soothingly. "In through your nose, out through your mouth. Let the arousal build without chasing the peak, alright?â
It was torture and bliss combined. He worked you methodically, fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that was slower now and more controlled.
He avoided your clit for a while, letting the pressure simmer, your juices flowing steadily into the tube.
You clenched around him, trying to obey, whispering to yourself not to cum, not yet.
Sweat beaded on your forehead, your nipples aching against your shirt, begging for attention you can't give.
He watched the container fill, inch by inch, his expression focused, almost clinical, yet there was a subtle darkening in his eyes, a hitch in his breath when your pussy squeezed him particularly tight.
"Almost there," he murmured after what felt like an eternity of edging pleasure. "Just a little more. You're doing so well, Y/N.â
His praise sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your clit throbbing untouched.
When the fluid finally reached the marked line, he nodded in satisfaction. "Enough, good girl." His fingers started to withdraw, the sudden emptiness making you whine.
But you couldnât take it, the ache is too intense, your body screaming for release after being teased so expertly.
On instinct, your hand shot down, grabbing his wrist, holding his fingers inside you. "Please," you beg, voice husky and desperate. "Don't stop. At least... don't leave me like this. I need to cum."
He froze, eyes widening slightly behind his glasses, clearly taken aback.
For a moment, the room was silent save for your ragged breathing.
Then, something shifted in his gaze, surprise melting into something heated, unspoken. He hesitated, glancing at the door as if checking for interruptions, before nodding slowly. "Alright," he murmured, voice rougher now. "Just this once, to ensure your comfort."
His fingers plunged back in fully, no holding back this time. Sunghoon removed the suction tube and focused fully on you.
He added a third one, stretching your pussy wide, the burn mixing with ecstasy as he fucked you with them, hard and deep.
His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing furious circles that made your vision blur.
The wet squelch of your arousal echoed louder, your hips grinding up to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, yes," you moaned,, no longer caring about professionalism. Your walls clamped down, the orgasm building fast and fierce.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your thigh, "Let go for me," he whispered, the words slipping out, fueling your fire.
You shattered again, harder than before, crying out âMh⊠yes!" as your body convulsed squirting a fresh gush of fluid that the tube barely caught. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you limp and trembling, his fingers pumping through every pulse until you're spent.
Your hand was still gripping his waist, but as soon as you realised you removed it.
Finally, he eased them out, the glove soaked through. You caught your breath, eyes drifting down to his lap. There, beneath the white coat draped strategically, a prominent bulge strained against his pants, the outline of his hard cock clear, thick and insistent.
he shifted, adjusting the gown to hide it better, but the evidence was there, a testament to how much it had affected him too.
He cleared his throat, peeling off the gloves with deliberate slowness, disposing of them in the bin. "You can get dressed now," he said, turning away to give you a semblance of privacy, âTake your time."
You slid off the table on shaky legs, retrieving your clothes from the bathroom and dressing quickly, the fabric uncomfortable gainst your sensitive skin.
When you emerged, he was seated at his desk, the container sealed and labeled, his composure regained, but that bulge still lingered in your mind.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, pen poised over his clipboard. "Any pain or unusual sensations during the procedure?"
You shook your head, sinking into the chair opposite him "No, just... intense⊠I guess."
He nodded, jotting notes. "We'll analyze the samples and have results in a few days. In the meantime, avoid strenuous activity down there, and if the discomfort returns, call me directly."
His eyes met yours, lingering a beat too long, a subtle promise in the way he says your name. "You're free to go, Y/N. Take care."
Oh, but you were sure the image of him fingering you would keep you well taken care of at night.
seven-hyungs Ű ë°ì±í's sloth
it's not park sunghoon's fault that you look that good sleeping, is it? you'll have to pay the consequences.
of the seven-hyungs series, can be read on its own.
2.3k words of sunghoon x reader â ËïœĄâ à±šà§ Ë smut, mdni
fem! reader + oral (reader receiving) + somno + dumbcon + creampie + sleepy sex hehe
sunghoon can't sleep.
he's been lying here for the past hour just staring at you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath while trying to ignore the way his oversized t-shirt on you has ridden up to show the sleep shorts you're wearing underneath.
you talked about this weeks ago, gave him permission to touch you while you're sleeping, told him it was okay to wake you up however he wanted. he's been thinking about it ever since, about how you'd react, what sounds you'd make, whether you'd stay asleep or wake up.
his hand slides over to rest on your bare thigh and you don't stir. you're completely out, exhausted from your day, and he takes that as his cue. he shifts slowly, carefully, not wanting to wake you just yet. he just wants to taste you, wanting to satisfy the craving he's had all day but you fell asleep before he could ask.
this is better anyway, getting to take his time with you while you're soft and unaware.
he settles between your thighs as quietly as possible, moving your legs apart gently. you make a small sound in your sleep but don't wake, and he smiles to himself at the domesicity of it all. his fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and he tugs them down slowly along with your slightly soaked panties, just enough to expose you to him. the sound of your shared breathing replaces itself in his ears with his heart beatign rapidly at the sight of you so exposed for him, even as you're asleep.
he lowers his head and rests his cheek against your inner thigh, getting comfortable. he's too tired to put in a lot of effort tonight, content to just lay here and lick at you lazily until you either wake up or he falls asleep -- probably both, he knows he woudlnt mind either. his tongue slides out to lick through your folds slowly, tasting you and it only confrims his suspicion that you're the best thing he's ever tasted. so sweet and perfect and all his.
you make another small sound in your sleep, barely a whimper, and it pushes him to do it again. his tongue moves in long, lazy strokes through your folds, not focused on any particular spot, just tasting. his eyes are half-closed, drowsy and content, his head heavy on your thigh as he works. this is perfect, and exactly what he wanted â just him and you and his mouth on you while you sleep.
he can feel you starting to get wet on his tongue and it makes him groan softly. even in your sleep your body responds to him, knowing what he's doing to you. his tongue circles your clit slowly, applying just enough pressure to make your hips shift slightly in your sleep. another whimper escapes you, louder this time, and he smiles against you before going back to those lazy licks.
his tongue pushes inside you and you make a breathy sound, still asleep but clearly reacting. he fucks you with his tongue slowly and thoroughly, getting you wetter with each stroke. you taste so fucking good that he could do this for hours.
he probably will, honestly, since he's too comfortable to move and too lazy to do anything else.
your thighs twitch and you whimper again, a proper moan this time. he wonders what you're dreaming about, if you can feel this in your sleep, or if you know it's him making you feel this good, and not just any dream. the thought makes his cock throb in his sweatpants but he ignores it for now, too focused on tasting you to care about his own need yet.
he goes back to your clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue in slow, deliberate movements. your hips rock slightly and you make another sound, and he can tell you're getting close even though you're still asleep.
everything about it is so hot, especially the fact that he can make you cum without you even being awake for it. he keeps going, the same lazy pace while his tongue works your clit while his head stays pillowed on your thigh.
your breathing is getting heavier, little whimpers and gasps falling from your lips, and he knows you're right on the edge. he sucks your clit gently and your whole body tenses, a louder moan escaping as you cum. he can taste it, can feel your pussy clenching around nothing, and he laps it all up while you're still trembling through it in your sleep.
he's planning on continuing, to see how many times he can make you cum before you wake up, but his eyes are getting heavy. he's so comfortable here, his head resting on your soft thigh, your taste on his tongue, and he's so tired but content. he could fall asleep just like this, face buried between your legs, but is woken from his daze when you make another soft sound and shift slightly.
your eyes flutter open, still heavy with sleep, confused and disoriented. you look down and see him between your thighs, still feeling his tongue still moving lazily on you, and you make a questioning sound.
"shh baby" he murmurs, his voice thick and slurred with tiredness. he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, then your hip bone. "go back to sleep"
"hoon?" you're not fully awake, still caught in that hazy space between dreams and consciousness. "what're youâ"
"shh" he repeats, already shifting up your body. he's too tired to explain and too lazy to have a conversation. he needs to be inside you now, wantinf to feel you wrapped around him while he drifts off to meet you in his dreams.
he pushes his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock and lines himself up at your entrance. you're so wet from his mouth that he slides in so easily, bottoming out with a low groan.
"fuck" he mutters, his face finding the crook of your neck. he doesn't move yet, staying buried inside you, his weight settling on top of you. "you feel so good baby, so warm"
"hoon whatâ" you're trying to wake up but you're so tired and out of it, and he feels so good inside you that you can't think straight.
"just let me" he murmurs against your neck, his hips starting to move in slow, lazy rolls. there's no urgency in his movements nor is there any rush. he's fucking you like he has all the time in the world and as if he's half-asleep himself. "needed to be inside you, i couldn't help it"
you whimper and your arms come up to wrap around him automatically. he's so heavy on top of you, his body completely relaxed, while you're still not fully awake. it feels like a dream, hazy and warm and so good. his cock drags against your walls with each slow thrust and you can feel how wet you are, and hear the obscene sounds your pussy is making.
"i've been tasting you" he mumbles into your neck, his words slurred. "you came in your sleep baby, tasted so good. made the prettiest sounds"
"did i?" you can barely form words, still caught between sleep and waking. everything feels foggy and distant except for the stretch of him inside you, the weight of him on top of you.
"yeah" he confirms, his hips still moving in that same lazy rhythm. "been between your legs for a while, just licking you. i was gonna fall asleep down there but then you started waking up" he kisses your neck sloppily. "so i had to be inside you instead"
his confession makes you clench around him and he groans, the sound muffled against your skin. "feel so good" he mutters. "my baby feels so perfect, so tight and wet for me"
you're whimpering now, little breathy sounds with each slow thrust. he's not trying to make you cum, not really, just using your body for his own lazy pleasure. his cock fills you so perfectly, stretching you just right, and even though his pace is unhurried it's building something low in your stomach.
"hoon" you whimper, your fingers sliding into his hair. you're more awake now but everything still feels dreamlike, unreal. "feels so good"
"i know baby" he soothes, his lips dragging across your neck. "just let me fuck you like this, nice and slow. i'm too tired to go faster anyway"
his honesty makes you want to laugh but it comes out as a moan instead when his cock hits deeper. he's so lazy about it, barely putting in any effort, just grinding into you with shallow thrusts that somehow feel better than anything else. his weight is comforting, grounding, and you find yourself drifting again despite the pleasure building in your core.
"you can go back to sleep if you want" he murmurs, sensing your exhaustion. "i don't mind, it feels good either way. just wanna be inside you"
"can't sleep like this" you breathe, because how could you when he's inside you and moving like this, and it feels so good.
"try" he encourages, his hips still moving in that same steady, lazy rhythm. "just relax baby, let me take care of you. you don't have to do anything"
you try to relax, letting your body go pliant beneath him. his weight settles heavier and you realize he might actually fall asleep while still inside you as he's fucking you. the thought shouldn't be as hot as it is.
his breathing is evening out against your neck, his movements getting even slower, more automatic, as if he is acyually doing it in his sleep. "so tired" he mumbles, but his hips don't stop. "but you feel too good to pull out"
"please don't" you whisper, your own eyes starting to drift closed again. this is insane, the both of you half-asleep while he fucks you, but it's also perfect in a way you can't quite explain.
"wasn't planning to" he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. his hand slides down between your bodies and finds your clit, rubbing slow circles. "gonna make my baby cum first though, wanna feel it"
the added stimulation makes you gasp, your hips rolling up to meet his lazy thrusts. he's not rushing, just working your clit with the same unhurried attention as everything else, and it's driving you crazy. the pleasure is building so slowly, winding tighter and tighter in your stomach.
"that's it" he encourages, his voice barely above a whisper. "feel good baby? my sleepy girl gonna cum on my cock?"
"yes" you whimper, getting closer. "hoon please"
"i got you" he promises, his fingers working a little faster on your clit while his cock keeps that same steady pace inside you. "just let go baby, cum for me"
it washes over you in slow waves, pleasure rolling through your body as you clench around him. you're moaning into his shoulder, muffled and breathy, and he groans at the feeling of you squeezing his cock. "so good" he praises, his hips stuttering slightly. "my baby feels so good when she cums"
he only lasts a few more thrusts before he's burying himself deep and cumming inside you with a low groan. his whole body shudders and then goes completely lax on top of you, his full weight settling as he catches his breath. "fuck" he mutters into your neck. "so good baby, you feel so perfect"
you're both quiet for a moment, just breathing, and then you feel him start to soften inside you. he doesn't pull out though, just stays buried in you, his cum leaking out around his cock. "i should pull out" he mumbles but doesn't move.
"noo" you whine oit, not wanting him to either.
"too comfortable" he admits with a soft laugh. "and you're so warm. just let me stay like this for a bit"
"hoon" you try to protest but he's already practically asleep again, his breathing evening out. you can feel his cum dripping out of you, making a mess, but he doesn't seem to care. he's content to just lay here, still inside you, slowly falling asleep.
"i love you" he mumbles, barely coherent. "my sleepy baby"
"i love you too" you whisper back, and you find yourself drifting off too, exhaustion winning. it's not until morning that you fully process what happened, waking up to him still wrapped around you, no longer inside you but holding you close.
"morning" he says when he notices you're awake, his voice rough from sleep.
"that wasn't a dream last night, was it?" you ask, suddenly remembering everything. the feeling of waking up to him between your legs, his lazy fucking, falling asleep while he was still inside you.
"nope" he confirms with a satisfied smile.
"you could've woken me up properly" you say but there's no heat in it.
"where's the fun in that?" he counters, pulling you closer. "i couldn't help myself and seeing you peacefully asleep in my shirt made me lose it â but you enjoyed it didn't you baby"
he's right and you both know it. "you're impossible"
"you love me anyway" he says confidently, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "and i'm gonna do it again tonight, just so you know. maybe see if i can make you cum more than once before you wake up this time"
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thank you so much for reading đ©” sleepy sinful slothy sex with sunghoon hehe i genuinely love this so much, but this is my least favorite from rhe series iâm so sorry but i hope you enjoyed regardless <3 just a warning! the next chapters will all include ddlg dynamics so please let me know if you wish to be removed from the taglist, thank you in advance!!
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as someone also on day one of her period ⊠PERIOD SEX WITH TEEN HOON FUCKKKKK. just thinking about it and heâd be like âof course you need me for your cramps. itâs always begging for me no matter what.â AHHH
also i have this earworm in my head (pre-teeth) of jacquees feel it but now everytime i hear âim gon make you feel itâ i get transported to the teeth realm and it makes me all AHHHHHHHHH
anon you set a nuclear bomb off in my brain because iâve been thinking about this all day long so iâm here to personally spearhead the period sex with teeth!hoon agenda because being bedridden with cramps has me thinking thoughts. this is all over the place and very messy⊠but anyways period sex with hoon truthers rise up.
first of all picture this happening after a meeting or some stupid corporate dinner in his demonic fatherâs hotel (which historically already means sex)
you're horny, wired, overstimulated, cramping and trying to be upright in a room full of men who have never bled in their lives like youâre LIVID and then thereâs bum ass sunghoon texting you stupid shit about how heâs bored and horny DURING IT. (except it distracts you so đ€ đ€ )
skip to the fact youâre already halfway there all hot and stupid and needy with your hands everywhere until you pull back and mutter that youâre on your period. and he just⊠blinks at you.
âso?â and his cocky ass would smirk and say âfigured there was a reason youâve been even more of a bitch all day.â (which, mind Yew, is his favorite version of you) heâd genuinely be baffled like you really think a little bloodâs gonna stop me?????
next thing you know youâre slammed against the elevator wall with his hand wrapped tight around your wrist and heâs dragging you straight up to the penthouse in his fatherâs hotel #HEDGAF
heâd be like âdonât start acting shy now. youâre the one who came to me like this.â
we all know sunghoon weaponizes his competence. đđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒđđŒ you have not known peak insanity until youâve been fucked by a man who knows exactly how to handle you when you need it most. sunghoon would be so slow and so so so so smug⊠dragging those big hands up under your shirt and pressing over your stomach, making sure you feel every goddamn second of it.⊠takes his time like heâs savoring it. đŹđŹđŹ
heâd press his palm right into your stomach where the cramps hurt most and start massaging it slowly and methodically all while keeping eye contact, saying âhere?â
youâd obviously try not to show it but your whole body immediately relaxes⊠and since sunghoon is sunghoon heâd literally feel you relaxing under his touch and be like âyeah?â then heâd dig his thumb in a little deeper, âpathetic how fast you melt when i touch you. hurts here, huh pretty girl?â
then his hand drags lower n lower until his palm rests exactly where his cock always presses when he fucks you flush to the mattress.
âusually this is filled with with something useful. no wonder youâre all fucked up.â
âlet me fix you up the way only i can. you know this tight little pussyâs meant to be stuffed. look at it⊠warm, swollen, aching and bleeding⊠poor thingâs practically begging.â
letâs talk about the way breeding kink talk goes nuclear when youâre on your period đąđąđąđąđąđąđą he gets off on it. plus with his daddy kink simmering beneath⊠yeah itâs over. this man would genuinely convince himself heâs doing you a favor by trying to fuck a baby into you as a solution. pussy-drunk doesnât even begin to cover it.
âlet me stuff you full of my cum so you never have to feel this pain again. you want that? you wanna be daddyâs good little cumdump?â (he would absolutely call himself daddy)
none of that do i⊠donât i? hesitant squeamish energy when he gets your panties off MIND YOU. he is nothing if not a man possessed. and obsessed.
heâd be so mean about it, making you melt and squirm under him, taunting you for being extra sensitive, extra messy, extra needy, how youâd let him fuck you anytime anywhere no matter how you are, about how heâll just have to fuck you through every single cramp until youâre crying and clutching at him, sobbing that you need him. heâd probably even wipe the blood off your thighs with his bare hand and lick it off idk heâs delirious like thereâs blood on his fingers, his mouth yada yada but he doesnât even care.
âbet you wish it was my cum dripping down your thighs, huh?â
âyou know why you cramp like this? because your bodyâs throwing a tantrum because it wants what itâs made for⊠because i didnât knock you up last time.â // âitâs my fault. gonna fuck a baby in you so you never cramp again.â
when he fucks you itâs relentless and rough but still lowkey gentle and very attentive⊠one hand always splayed over your lower stomach n pressing down as he rocks into you like he likes to feel himself inside you and heâd be groaning in your ear about filling you up, fucking you dumb, and promising that if he fucks you hard enough youâll never cramp again
âlook at you, taking it and making a mess all over daddyâs cock. tell me you want me to fuck a baby into you right now and make you a pretty mommy for real. maybe then you wouldnât have to go through this shit every month.â
obviously youâd bite back (for fun) anytime he calls himself daddy / the mommy talk⊠and heâd just be like âyeah? then whyâs your tight little pussy clenching around me like you want me to make you a mommy?â đčđčđŹđŹđŹđąđąđą
ânext time iâll just keep you full so you donât get like this.â
also he would 100% say âcanât stand you hurting unless itâs because of meâ BECAUSE HE IS NOT NORMALLLL and he means it in every single fucking way you can interpret that đđŒđđŒđčđč anyways i will not be elaborating further cause iâm going to end up in a padded room (iâm lying if yall want more iâm here)
âź ââ IF YOU WANT IT â PARK SUNGHOONă
âź â âæŠèŠ âšŸ sunghoon's taken. it doesn't stop him from inviting you round.
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Sunghoon shouldn't want you as much as he does.
He shouldn't want you at all, his girlfriend the lone reason. However, in the packed ruckus of the LED-lit bar, his inhibitions get the best of him â making him lookout for your looming figure in the haystack of students. One of the last night's out before the holidays calls for celebration, old Christmas lights string around wooden pillars with popular holiday remixes blaring through the speakers. In true festive spirit, employees are trademarked by ugly sweaters and flimsy Santa hats, a noticeable two standing out from the crowd.Â
The terrible twos, you and Sieun âyour closest friend â laugh despite the heavy foot traffic, a bucket of ice hauled over by your towering figure. Your black leather boots have you stand out amongst the crowd, bright smile haloed by the bar's spotlights, illumination emphasizing yourâŠcostume. The sexy Santa stitch of fabric barely covers any skin yet highlights everything about your figure, deep red a compliment to your complexion.Â
Whosever idea this was, the shorts included, had a drink on Sunghoon.
"Bro," a hard nudge hits him in the bicep, flinch directing his gaze back to his table where Jake looks less than impressed. "Eyes up here."
"I don't blame him," Heeseung murmurs, not even hiding his eyes dipped into Sieun's cleavage. He'd even raised his eyebrows â pervert. Not that Sunghoon's any better. "I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her walk away."
"Didn't think virgins had preferences," Jay laughs into his pint, face souring when Heeseung tips the glass to spill down his chin. "The fuck? This quarter-zip's brand new!"
"And they're meant to be the oldest," Jake's eyes roll, pint glass perched on the Harley Davidson coaster. His attention floats back to Sunghoon, spying his inattention. He doesn't need to bet money where his best friend's eyes are. "How's your girl?"
"What girl?"
Appalled huffs of amusement demand Sunghoon's focus, focus back on their corner table they snagged before the chaos.Â
"What the fuck bro," Heeseung laughs, arms folded over his stomach.
"Hang him by his balls," Jay shakes his head, fingers carding through tousled strands. "Holy shit, man."
It dawns on him then, the mirage of his girlfriend materializing upon being prompted. It's alarming how regular of an occurrence it is.Â
"Right, Songyi," Sunghoon nods, utilizing repeated blinks to search for called upon information. He remembers her texting him she'd be over later after her housemates leave for the club. "She's good. Can't complain."
The smack of pool balls echoes in their corner of the bar, farm green table dotted with a mixed group of students playing a poor game. Somehow it still manages to catch Jay's attention.Â
"It's been, what? Two weeks since you got together?" Jay muses, knocking back the rest of his drink. "How's that working out for you?"
Not as imagined, Sunghoon can admit. Ever since he laid eyes on you, the angelic beauty and well of kindness people preached of you makes you all the more unattainable. Sunghoon sees you around, not often, but enough to memorize the details. The shy tuck of hair behind your ear, the starfish pendant that sits in the deep of your collarbones, the plump pink of your lips he's had one too many dreams of.
On opposite ends of degrees, common ground is hard to find, but Sunghoon makes it work. Sees you leaving the library when he's coming in, watches you laugh with friends in the campus cafe, gets waited on by you at what's conveniently become his favourite bar despite its extortionate prices. The clubcard makes it worth it, Sunghoon reasons with the guys, but they know better. Know why it's his first suggestion in the first place.
An entire year is spent hovering on the edge of your social circle, a customer-service smile the most he gets when Sunghoon lucks out at the bar. He's not the daring type, so his extent of breaching conversation is trying to find you on dating apps, to no avail.Â
Unattainable. It must be why he's so bewitched, even when there's no hope. Pushed by the guys and their reality checks, Sunghoon forgoes his pursuit of the campus princess andâŠsettles. Goes for the first girl who puts forward the same energy he wishes you'd give him.Â
Of course, in a cruel strike of fate, the day he asks Songyi out is the day you finally notice him. On the the neon light-up dance floor of your town's singular club, you tap his back, hand on his shoulder as you stand on the tips of your toes. You're tipsy, hinted in the slight slur of your words, yet it sends shivers down his spine all the same when your voice drops to a whisper reserved for his ears only.
Has he seen a mutual friend? He's never been more grateful not being shit-faced drunk. All the energy drinks his Vodka is mixed with jump start the thunder of his heart, lips parted in silent surprise as you drop to normal height. You're looking up at him with those eyes â hooded, lash-filled, like you want something from him. Because he'd give you everything in a heartbeat.
Sound struggles out his throat, somehow producing a cohesive answer when he's bent down to whisper back in your ear. You smell like vanilla and sweat, the thought of licking a stripe up the column of your neck making him strain against his baggy jeans. Thank yous fall from your pouty lips, a squeeze against his bicep before you're gone with the wind, ducking out to the smoking area where Sunghoon directs you.Â
It doesn't take him long to yell over the cheesy 2000s music if anyone wants to go out for a cig, prayer hands presented by Heeseung. Outside in the chill of early December, a large floodlight is the only source of light in the poor excuse of a smoking area, the literal front entrance of the over-priced club. It's almost alley-like, the size of four parking spaces but Sunghoon could care less. The whirl of cigarette smoke from Beomgyu and Heeseung doesn't even bother him. All that matters is finding you, which he does seconds later, a circle of friends surrounding you. Your tiny tank top provides little protection from the cold, hand running up your exposed arms with a cigarette between your manicured nails.
He wonders what it'd look like around hisâ
"There he is!" Your eyes flaring in a burst of recognition. Of excitement. Sunghoon can't quite believes his eyes or ears. "Get over here, handsome!"
It's one of the rare moments in his life he's at a loss for what to do, deer-in-the headlights look cast amongst his circle of friends who are just as confused. He'll dab up Jay later for shoving him forwards, your hand outstretched to pull him through a sea of people, placing him right beside you as you introduce him.
He's the kind stranger who helped you find your mutual friend, thus finding your group for the night. A soft hand cups him underneath his jaw, squishing his cheeks as your mouth runs about seeing him around often, the cute guy you've seen around in your words. Sunghoon kind of lets things happen, enjoying the receiving end of your drunk affection â how you pull him close by his belt loops and jokingly bump into him when he teases you. You're everything he's imagined and more ââ sweet, witty and all the more alluring.Â
He leaves the club that night friends with you and regretting ever asking Songyi to be his. Because he'd never really be hers, not whilst you're around.
"Like a charm," Heeseung muses, a teasing eyebrow raise sent Sunghoon's way. "Imagine the luck - bagging Songyi the very same day she remember he exists."
"Fuck off," Sunghoon barks louder than intended. The rolled eyes at their small table call him to clear his throat, gaining back some composure. "It is what it is, I guess."
"Spoken like a true gentleman," Jay's jokes are endless, as are his deserved rebuttals, another spill down his chin. "Okay, you fucking owe me a pint, asshat."
"Gladly."Â
The boys don't have time to register his actions nor his true intentions before Sunghoon's stalked off, swerving through the pool-playing crowd and into the crowded open bar space with its never-ending queues. On the TVs mounted around, various ice hockey games play, beer sloshed around each time an almost goal registers with the drunk crowd. Sunghoon catches your eyes hang on on the game, jaw tensed as you pour a drink with a tilt.Â
His interest in the game is non-existent, but he could be a fan if it means having one more thing in common with you. Sunghoon spends his time queuing doing this, watching you watch the game, serving people with a smile. It's not the same smile he gets out of you after that night, but it's similar in width. Only does it fill with warmth when he's made his way to the front, the mob dissipating on the far edge of the bar, a noticeable quietness here.
"Sunghoon," his name drips with honey, dazzling eyes peering up at him. "What can I get you?"
He swallows the cotton ball in his throat. "A San Miguel, please," he leans against the sticky wooden bar, leather jacket two shades darker. "How you holding up?"
"Good, all things considered," a breathless smile accents your words, hands working with diminished quickness. He doesn't allow himself to consider it's to spend more time with him. "My feet are shredded though. The joys of four inch heel boots."
He leans forwards as if it'll give him a better view, nothing but your mile-long legs in his sight. Fucks sake. "Did your boss make you wear them?"
"God no! This was all my idea," a hand's over your chest, nails matching your sight-for-sore-eyes top. "You know how the saying goes; beauty is pain, and all."
"That seems unnecessary."Â
"Hm?"
Turns out his whispers do meet your ears, curious blinks directed to him as the polished silver tap lets golden San Miguel fill the pint glass.
"Well, I meanâŠ" if he wasn't making eye contact before, he isn't now. Darting between rainbow-assorted alcoholic drinks behind you, a darts board and the festive season's drink specials. Hand-drawn by yours truly. "You're already really pretty."
Suddenly, the bar shrinks to your own shared bubble, nothing but your awestruck face flooding his senses. The silence would be deafening if not for how hard his heart rabbits in his chest, damn near bruising because even if Songyi's not here to hear this, he shouldn't be saying it anyways.
"Coming from you?" you end up saying, pushing down the type of smile you can't hide."Sure know how to make a lady feel special, don't you?"
Someone would sure hope so. Sunghoon can only manage a tight-lipped beam, his drink perched on the bar-top with little to no foam.Â
You really are perfect.
Even more so when he goes to pay, the total reflected lower than his last.
"Hey, I think it's a bit shâ"Â
"Consider it a friendly discount," you wink, hand overlapping his, sliding from his wrist down to his fingertips. The shudder he experiences shakes him to his very core. "You know where I am for more."
Somehow, someway, Sunghoon stumbles back to his table, hand soiled in San Miguel after being jostled around. When Jay asks about his drink, his friend has no answer, just the far-off stare that lets them know they're in for a world of trouble.
The original plan for tonight is that Sunghoon and the guys load up on drinks at The Falcon, then make it to the club in time for midnight entry. All of them except for Sunghoon follow through, the latter hanging back outside the Falcon, frost of the December icing the roads as he waits for lights to turn off at the local bar.Â
It takes enough time for him to pop down to the nearby fried chicken place, fill his stomach and come back. He pops a breath mint for reasons unknown, wiping imaginary grease on his trousers as the remainder of your colleagues leave the dimmed business, trading curious gazes at his residual figure.
"Sunghoon?"
A conscious decision. Even though you've see him, he can still walk away. He can stil curse himself creating blurred lines and take his dirty secret to the grave.Â
Except he doesn't. He only stares at the dip in your cleavage as you strut over in heels that must be killing you, red leather shorts leaving nothing to the imagination. Your sheepskin coat is meant to provide some relief, but with how long it is, it swallows every bit of visible clothing on you.
It's a while before Sunghoon can get out any coherent words.Â
"Figured you could use the company," comes out scratchy, airy in some places."Here, take this."
Without thinking, he's slipping off his sneakers, stripping off his socks that will soak up the icy pavement anyways. On one knee he drops, peering up at you.
"Oh, I couldn'tâ"
âYou will."
Unbeknownst to Sunghoon, something awakens in you at his final tone. Quiet compliance allows for him to unzip your boots, your hand braced against his shoulder as he slips off your shoes and puts his on. Silence dominates the low whisper of a half-asleep town, the tick of the pedestrian green light leading Sunghoon to walk alongside you, making sure you get home safe.
Amongst other things.
"The guys aren't with youâŠ" you finally say, eyeing your boots he wouldn't let you carry.
"Yeah, they went out," he explains, walking closest to the road."I wasn't feeling it tonight."
The lone car on the roads drives past your ambling figures, in no way diminishing the sound of your next words.
"So, I get you all to myself then," something mischievous curves your lips, a small part of Sunghoon's fantasies. "Wait, what was it you said earlier? I couldn't hear you, the bar was so loud."
When Jay couldn't stand his shit anymore and pushed Sunghoon to get his refill, the bar got busy again, no time for quiet conversation.Â
It just had to happen when Sunghoon had something to ask.
"The guys and I are throwing a party when we're all back, before exams," the words come out choppy, like he's frigid from the cold beneath his feet. It's what your assumption should be, rather than him being nervous. "It'd be g-good to see you there."
More silence.
And a sudden stop, your hands weighted in your beige coat's pockets as Sunghoon whirls around, in full view of you haloed by the lights of town centre.
"Did you wait until my shift was over to ask me?"
He shrugs, feigning indifference.
"It's dark out; I'm not the kind of guy who'd willing let you walk home alone," he mirrors you, hands in his back jean pockets instead. "It doesn't hurt I had something to tell you as well."
"Oh, Sunghoon," You say his name like it's sacred, a word shared only between you two. "As much as I appreciate the gesture, a text would do. You have my number, right?"
No, he doesn't. He's been kicking himself ever since that smoking area for not asking for it, because maybe it wouldn't be as weird asking as opposed to during the daylight of your campus. Prying eyes, creeping guilt, all that jazz.
He shakes his head no.Â
"Let's change that."
Under a pale yellow streetlight, Sunghoon gains the only number he's wanted in his phone, ignoring the one that's let him know she's let herself into the guys' house. You don't see it, his phone is on Do Not Disturb. Plus, it's harmless really, just contact information exchanged. He's done the same with people, other girls he's had group projects with.Â
You're not other girls though.
"Goodnight, Sunghoon." is the whisper you leave him with when you've reached your house. It's streets down from his.Â
When you disappear behind the closure of your front door, your absence is alarming. The walk back home is just as deafening, a gnaw carving at his chest cavity persisting until it's a black hole. He's still cold even after you've given back his shoes, squeezing his bicep again in thanks.
When Sunghoon gets back home, Songyi soundly sleeps in his bed, curling into him when he slips into bed. She looks peaceful, waves of midnight fragrant with citrus. He hasn't had the heart to tell her he hates oranges.
Not long after she dozes again, a light snore her tell, he pries himself away. Treading down the carpeted hall upstairs, he locks himself in the bathroom, fucking his fist to the thought of you and those damn shorts.Â
The Christmas break is agonizing. In addition to going back to his family who see no need for privacy, you text him from time to time, sending selfies of your latest adventures at home. Your ginger cat sleeping in your lap, the Christmas market your friends accompany you to, the white-icing Christmas cookies you make. Your nose is scrunched up, icing on the button of your nose. This is his agony, seeing you like this and not being able to do anything about it.Â
At some point over the break, you don't text as much, don't text at all and Sunghoon worries. Worries that maybe you've found out about Songyi and he wouldn't say there goes his chance, but it's a feeling vaguely similar to that. Losing your proximity, the press of your touch, the sugary-sweet words you use only with him. He hasn't had you long but he can't stand the thought of losing you, not for anyone.Â
Ultimately, he doesn't have time to ponder longer since his degree demands attention, so he begrudgingly gives in. Studying through the days, helping out around the house, seeing old friends through the days leading to him driving up to uni again, a flutter in his chest. The guys are already setting up for the party, stacking up the red cups and getting out foldable tables for beer pong. Jake's even taken the liberty of putting up party decorations, in the middle of hanging up a gold party streamer in one of the walkways.
"Is that straight?" he quizzes from atop the step ladder.
"Just a bit to the right, then you're all good." Songyi instructs in her small, cautious tone. As if sensing his presence, her head whips back, expression alight with fondness. "Hoon, you're here!"
She barrels into his arms, hard pressed into his chest as his arms slowly circle her. He ignores Jake's blatant stare, opting to play his part as Songyi's boyfriend as he caresses the back of her head. He would've kissed her there, but the citrus scent is too strong for him to stay long.
"Tonight's gonna be amazing, I can't wait for everyone to get here."Â
He smiles, something wicked behind it. "Me too."
A friend of a friend who Jay knows holds down the aux for the night, his very own deck assembled in the middle of the spacious living room. Strobe lights flash, every colour under the sun dotted on the walls otherwise tainted in darkness, bustling conversation and warm bodes swarming their house not built for so many occupants. Sunghoon usually wouldn't be too pleased queueing for the bathroom in his own house, but the carefree atmosphere is something he's desperately needed after being shackled to his study desk. Not that exams are over, or have even started, but it's good to have the break before he has to clock in for obscenely long shifts at the library.
It doesn't hurt you texted him earlier, asking for his address. You'd also shown him your outfit options, questioning whether either of the three are too 'dressy.'
He has to take a moment outside to collect himself.
The text was sent over an hour ago, so you should be here. On his way back into the house, Jake catches him by his shoulder, eyebrows hardset through his wispy fringe.
"You wouldn't happen to know why she's here, would you?" he asks.
No need for elaboration. They both know who she is.
"Not a clue," he pouts, ignoring the hard pulse in his neck. "The parties' all over everyone's story. Maybe she invited herself."
Jake doesn't buy it.
"Your girlfriend's here," he grits out, white-knuckling his best friend's shoulder. "Remember that."
He deserts him for more light-hearted conversation, blending into the group of people seamlessly, Sunghoon long forgotten.
Don't I know. He'd stew longer in Jake's words but the rush of adrenaline through him propels him elsewhere. To you, finally here. Which explains why he's sifting through the crowd for you, coming through their backyard (makeshift smoking area) into the kitchen, venturing into the living room where he promptly halts.Â
Against one of the white walls of the room, adorned with cutout faces of everyone living in the house (Jake and Songyi's idea) is you, beautiful as ever. You're wearing a sequin skirt only you could pull off, a plain off the shoulder top showing enough skin to drive Sunghoon wild with your starfish necklace completing the look. His night should be made; you're here, in his living room, at the house party that will surely to be remembered.Â
Except you're talking to none other than Songyi.
A boulder-like weight sinks down in his stomach like an anchor, a greenish feeling invading his weakening body. You're talking, very much engaged in conversation as Songyi uses her hands talking in your ear, your occasional nod a sign of understanding. Maybe the understanding that Sunghoon's a bum, a man with no backbone. A man who's already emotionally cheated, so what's stopping him from doing it physically? The room spins, Equator-hot as light strobes feed into his overstimulation.
Before Sunghoon can scramble for the words, you spot him. The look is brief, no indication for the second that feels like an hour before your hand raises in a wave, politeness curving on your lips. Songyi follows your line of sight, giving one clap before she flags him over, pulling him through dancing bodies since his feet are paralysed with fear.
Fear of the unknown, of the reality he may have ruined being deceitful.
Songyi hangs off his bicep, her hold not as comforting. Sunghoon hates this, being on the other end of a conversation with you, not beside you like he wants. At least it gives him a vantage point to see what you're thinking, not that your expression gives it away.Â
"This is the guy I was telling you about," Songyi yells over the music. "My boyfriend, Sunghoon."
A bomb might as well have gone off, its aftermath forcing his eyes shut as all he can do is await his fate. Nothing's up for discussion, Sunghoon has sent clear signs he's interested in you. You'd be something else to think otherwise, you'd be right to chew him out in front of everyone.
"I heard," your lips' curve extends, hand held out for a shake. Sunghoon can only blink. "He's a regular at my bar. Never goes elsewhere."
Under duress is how he shakes your hand, the live-wire spark still the same for those fleeting seconds, your grip on his a second too long. He doesn't meet Songyi's gaze.
"The Falcon, right? God, he might as well rent a room there," his girlfriend rolls her eyes, swatting at his chest. "I've been trying to put him on other bars, but turns out he's pretty stubborn."
"He knows where home is," you say, loud enough to be heard. "I guess."
Through his eyebrows, he looks at you, you already looking at him. He doesn't know what you're up to, not the slightest clue, but he'll find out soon enough.
His night continues like this, on edge. You don't allow him a moment alone, occupied with groups of friends like the social butterfly you are. There's even a point where you're with Jay, Heeseung and Jake. Upon seeing him, his friends save for Jake give him flared eyes, your presence gone as soon as he nears. Sunghoon doesn't know what to think or say. All he knows is he's chasing after you. In his own damn house, with Sonyi on his arm.
Somehow time evades him, the desolation of their trashed house speaking to the late hour. Three in the morning. By then, the cops have come round, snarky neighbours making a noise compliant that after the threat of arrest, people filter out.Â
All that's left is half-hung decorations, a red-cupped floor and missing forks in their utensils draw. The strobe lights are still going, their crackled murmur background noise. Jay's friend of a friend, Johnny paid his dues, had the roof nearly cave in from how hard people were jumping around, and is gone too.
It's a mess. The house and his friends who are nowhere to be found. Songyi went upstairs earlier complaining of a migraine, Jake's gone to smoke a joint two doors down, Jay's passed out on the toilet and Heeseung is miraculously losing his virginity. In a surprise turn of events, he manages to charm your friend from the bar, Sieun. And someway, in the dying minutes of the party, she leads him up the stairs to his room. He'd given Sunghoon the biggest thumbs up before he disappeared. Not a soul left behind.
A cup crushes beneath a foot, turning his head.Â
His breath catches.
There you are, doused in delicate kitchen light, stepping into the lounge like you're his saviour. Bashfulness pulls at your features, so put together despite the mess surrounding you.
"Figured you could use the help," you offer, a playful spread amongst your features. "Payback for the other night."
The rubbish bag floats out his hand, picked up with a flush. "You don't have to."
"I want to," it's final, your tone. Firm, knowing. "Let me help you."
With a deep swallow, he resumes picking up rubbish in the common areas of their house, lost possessions mixed in with trash people didn't try putting away. As per your suggestion, he finds an empty beer box, used as the lost and found box you'll post about on your socials for everyone to find. You work without many words, only exchanging some when necessary. It's not the same silence you shared back before the holidays, that was tender, almost pure. ThisâŠis charged, festering. Pushing under his fingernails, attuning him to every sound you make.Â
Eventually, when all rubbish is cleared and stacked outside on the curb for collectors come daybreak, Sunghoon collapses to the couch, springs hissing under him. You hovered behind him outside and now inside, some hesitation riddles your movements. Sunghoon misses it with his head lolled back, arm covering his eyes for a moment's break.Â
You're revealed to him when the hesitation is gone, cast in the soft orange wall light of the living room, strobe lights and TV turned off.Â
During the party, you'd watched the hockey game playing, just as you'd done at Falcon. The difference is that Sunghoon now knows the roaster, an app downloaded on his phone for the latest gameday news.Â
"Want me to order you an uber?" he asks, voice wavering. He's nervous, running shaky hands up and down the grain of his jeans. "I'd drive you home, but I've had a drink. Or many. I could walk you home if youâ"
"I'm good here."
Your words hang for a moment, a guillotine of crashing reality Sunghoon's mind is scrambling to comprehend.
"OâŠkay?"
He's defenceless, watching you fold onto the couch beside him, one leg crossed with your knee touching his. Even through fabric, your touch is searing. Sunghoon would jolt back, as he pretends he doesn't, but he's frozen in place, perplexed.Â
Not getting his hopes up.
"So," you start, vanilla scent wafting his way. "Your girlfriendâŠshe's cute."
Sunghoon's lightheaded, dots dominating his feverishly-blinked vision. "Yeah."
"How long you been dating for?"
"A few weeks," Sunghoon answers, unsure. "Give or take."
Your chin lifts, searching. "When's the first time you saw me?"
"Mid October, last year," he replies straightaway. "You'd just started working at Falcon."
A pause, a purposeful one meant to underline how his two responses differ according to who they involve.
"Hm," your elbow props into the storm grey blanket over the ripped leather couch, chin in your palm. His body's not facing you, but he's got his head craned to you. "Interesting."
Sunghoon feels vulnerable, stripped to his barest in what's meant to be the comfort of his home. Only now, it feels like your evil lair.Â
"Were you gonna tell me?"
Was he? Sunghoon isn't sure, like many things in his buzzing brain. This predicament, your knee on him, how much he likes you, why he's still with his girlfriend. The latter haunts him more than he likes, a discomfort he pushes into a door slammed shut. Yet, it fights back, piling out of the door, demanding an answer.
And truthfully, he doesn't have a clear answer. He just didn't want to be the dickhead who breaks up with Songyi the day they got together.Â
Rather, he's the dickhead who's cheating on her.
His fingers interlace, a ricochet inside him. "Do youâ"Â he clears his throat, struggling. Not looking at you. "Do you care?"
Another pause. Tonight's been full of them, a lot contemplated with the absence of words.Â
"No."
He's live-wire again, shuddering out a breath desperately pushing out his fragile lungs. The house is cold, gusts of wind carrying through cracked open windows in the lounge. He shivers, not from the temperature, because you're quickly undoing every stitch of restraint he has.Â
"I wish I could control myself with you." he admits. To himself, to you.
"Don't," is your low answer, shifting out his peripheral. "It's no use."Â
At the turn of his head, your knee presses into him further. You're closer now, and he's finally turned his body towards you, a mess of limbs, even messier people owning them. Everything is still, not even the early morning birds crowing, almost as if the rest of the world has left you two behind.
The thought makes everything after this easier.
No one knows who leans in first, but he feels it, the hover of your face and the fan of your breath. It's syrupy sweet, a burst of flavour once your lips press together. His life is never the same again, light and colour so vivid that he can't go back to things before, the imprint of your lips forever remembered. Fingers in his hair, you tether yourself to him to keep yourself from sinking further into desire, the hard pull earning a drawn out moan, muffled by the smacks of moving lips.
Unfathomable greed dictates your actions, not enough closeness between each other, so you straddle him, his large hands skimming your sides, thumb tracing patterns into goosebump-riddled skin. Sunghoon takes, deepening the kiss by gliding a tentative stripe to your bottom lips, welcoming your taste. Finally, he knows what you taste like - an undercurrent of Diet Pepsi and that strawberry gum he sees you smack on.
A hitch in your breath comes when his hands venture further, cold against your warming skin, thumbs running over your hardened nipples. A mewl bleeds into the kiss, hips in prime position for a grind you give into. His grip tightens on your ribcage, shuffling slightly to meet your next grind coming in waves. The scratch of his jeans against your damp underwear creates the friction you've long craved.Â
Moments pass like this, drinking each other in, tongues brushing, moans swallowed before you pull back. Not enough to bring frigidness into your fold, but enough to catch your breath, forehead pressed to his.Â
His face is in your hands, held like porcelain as your thumb graze. Comb over his eyebrows, down the slope of his neck, over his plump kissed lips, thumb pad catching the fan of his breath against it. Hands move again, cupping his cheeks as your eyes brim with hidden affection.
"You're so handsome."Â
A few chaste kisses are all Sunghoon gets before your lips migrate, starting their journey on the sharp edge of his jaw, down the column of his neck. Focused on branding his skin, Sunghoon's hands take control of your aimless hips, grinding you flush against his erection. He groans, teeth in his bottom lip so he can continue getting away with this, you on him and everything it entails. Before he comes to, you're on your knees, pleased as can be as you unbutton his black jeans, lowering them with his underwear to expose his cock.
A desire to pull up his trousers and run off gnaws at his overheating skin, his thoughts muddling as you don't hide how enamoured you are by his cock. He's bigger than you're used to, shaft ribbed with angry veins with a fat tip leaking enough precome to make your stomach turn. The tip of your index finger descends from his happy trail, following stray veins as his skin quivers under your touch, finger running along the veins of his cock to the tip, thumb running over his slit. Because you can't help yourself, you lick him off your thumb.
Sunghoon swears his brain malfunctions, conjures images that can only remain true in the realm of his wildest dreams because there's simply no way you're on your knees for him, licking his come like it's the best thing you've tasted. He groans, fingers moving into your hair as you cover his tip in chaste kisses, swirling your tongue flat against the skin, contact eliciting a hiss through his bared teeth.Â
He can't remember when last he got a blowjob, Songyi shy and intimidated enough by his size and sex in general to only go as far as a handjob. Her hands barely fit around him, inexperience leaving her stranded for what to do in compensation. But you know, hand seeking out the slick between your legs to lather the rest of his length from harsh friction. It's the single most hottest thing he's ever seen, the grin you do afterwards a close second as you take him into your mouth, jaw unhinging to cover all your bases.
Your head starts to bob, working him further into you, hand close behind your lips forming a tight tunnel to make up for the inches you can't take. The sloppy work of the blowjob eats away at the quiet of the night, Sunghoon's groans and whines thrown in to complete the image as he relishes in the comfort of your mouth. You're so good at it, knowing the right pressure, messy with the level of enthusiasm that slightly worries him he'll come too soon.
It's like you're drunk off him, rhythm never wavering as greed controls how much of his twitching cock you stuff yourself with, getting overzealous as his tip pushes past a gag point. Your throat closes up, a hard gag fluttering around his tip. His fingers go to pull hard at your strands before he remembers better and releases.
Noticing his motions, you pry from him with saliva overlining your lips, hands taking over.
"It's okay," you almost laugh, eyes creased with innocent-like laughter. "You can be a little rough with me. I promise I'll like it."
Sharpness prickles at his spine, surprised. "Y-you sure?"
"Yeah," you nod, tongue swirling around his tip again, only this time you're looking him square in the eyes. "Pull my hair, fuck my throatâit'll make taking you easier."
The groan Sunghoon emits is almost carnal, everything within him used to not flood your mouth with come. You get back to bobbing on his cock, pushing yourself to see how far you can take him even if you gag, water lining your eyes as you cycle through routine gags. The fullness of your throat pulls your nipples taut, your underwear sticking to you in tortured mess.
"Hold on, I'm gonna come," he pants, forehead creased as his hand pull harder on your hair. The smile against his length tells him you don't care for his warning, your pace increases. At this point, you don't care much for what your body can't take, only making him come, your wish quickly coming true.Â
Sunghoon's rendered desperate enough, shallow bucks of his hips meeting the back of your throat, pleased hums vibrating around him done to undo him. He hits the back of your throat one last time, his hands on either side of your head as he comes down your throat. Pure filth oozes out his lips, moans seeping deep into your bones, choking on the taste of him.
As Sunghoon returns from the wall of pleasure he's rammed into, his body sinks back while his grip loosens on you. Bringing your head up, you showcase his latest masterpiece as your lips detach with a wet pop.
You're filthy, half your face smeared in slobbered saliva and his come, and yet, you've never looked more perfect. So his, tongue darting out to lick the corners of your mouth, eyes moon crescents as you smile at him, a sheepish giggle following.
He's already hard.Â
"I can't wait anymore."Â
Surprise splashes onto your face. "You don't need a minute to�"
"I've waited long enough," his thumb catches one last trace of come, dragging back to the centre of your lips where you lick it clean. His cock kicks, filling in.Â
Ever the gentlemen, he helps you to your feet, pulling you onto his lap before you toss your top aside, breasts on full display. The fact you didn't bother wearing a bra kept him semi-hard the entire night.Â
You collapse into messy kisses again, noses bending to dull aches, moans muffled to plush lips moving in unison. Everything is frantic and all-consuming, his shirt tossed aside to the roam of your hands, ghosting over his muscled torso while he grabs a handful of your ass, kneading the flesh to the high whine of your throat.
"I didn't wantâ" he pants, licking over your lips to make you shiver. "âto do this on the couch."
He sounds so sincere, so sweet. You can't help but chuckle a little, indenting gentle teeth marks into his lip.Â
"If it were up to me, we'd be doing this on your bed next to her," you murmur, smirking into his quiet gasp. "But this works. As long as I have you."
"You always did."
You're so pressed to stick together, your skirt only bunches up on your hips, making small ridges into your hips. Sunghoon lowers his jeans enough to free himself, his cock standing tall, throbbing with a leaking tip that's red enough to hurt.
"Fuck," he curses, transfixed on you pulling your underwear to the side, material soaked through. "I don't have a condom."
"Don't need it," you hum, hips lifting with your hands guiding his tip along your cunt, a shaken breath shared between you two. "Oh, fuck."
It's the last thing you utter before you're sinking down on his length, sighs of relief heaved in the heated space between your quivering bodies. Sunghoon's holding your hips like a lifeline, head tipped enough to catch your every micro-expression â the pleased knit of your brows, the low hang of your jaw, whimpers of pleasure as you ease onto him. Your chest rises and falls in deep breaths, gummy walls burning to the stretch they mould to, devouring every inch Sunghoon has to offer. The lone hand on his shoulder attempts to burrow into his skin, almond-shaped nails gripping for a sliver of stability.
"Holy fuck," he huffs, eyes dropping down to where you're clenching around him. "You're soâshit. You're so damn tight."Â
"You're huge, what theâ" a groan empties out of you the moment you near the base of his cock, features pulled taut. "So full..give a minute."
Through gritted teeth, you attempt to acclimatize to his size, slippery walls working overtime as they flutter around him. Sunghoon's losing his mind, panting like a dog as he fights off the urge to really fill you, teeth seeking yours as they snag onto your bottom lip, drawing back with anguish and the taste of blood.
His need seeps through to you, fuel to your burning fire as your energy harnesses in your hips, moving to drag his cock from under his tip down near his pelvis. You're not working with much speed, but he's hitting so deep inside to draw out meek mewls, his hands pushing underneath your ass to give you more leverage.Â
"Oh God," he whines, halfway apart as your cunt milks him dry. It doesn't help your breasts swing in his face, coming down with the force of your combined thrusts. "You feel so fucking good. So perfect on me."
"I can't take it all," you whine, near tears with moisture dampening your lashes, a hopeless daze in your eyes. "Move me, it's okay. I d-dont have to walk tomorrow."
"You're taking me so well already," one hand leaves from underneath you, on the back of your head as he leans in to kiss your hairline.Â
An abandoned thought comes to mind. "Open your mouth."
"Huh?"Â
"I said," his hips lift, knocking hard enough to release a low-level screech. "Open your mouth."
Malleable to his will, you comply, helped by the iron-clad grip under your chin before he spits on your tongue. Sunghoon thinks he watches you shatter, features screwed together as a deep moan echoes through you. His back sinks further into the couch, both hands back on your hips to fuck you on him, using you like you said he could.
"This isn't working."
Out your syrupy daze, some leftover sense clings to his words, frowning in confusion. Before you can ask what he means, his large arms wrap around you, standing to his feet. Letting out a yelp, your legs cling to him, wondering endless possibilities before you're put on your back, legs spread. Sunghoon has one knee bent on the couch, his other foot on the ground. His fingers card through his hair, pushing it back before he lines himself up again, slipping right in.Â
"Better," he sighs in true relief, the sharpness of his canines resembling an animal. "Now I can fuck you how I want."Â
"How you want." he beams before giving you his worst, months of endless pining coming to a head.
Guilt ceases to exist as he pulls out till his tip remains inside, pushing forwards to bury himself to the hilt. A loud squelch accompanying his thrusts, a river's worth of slick dribbling out your cunt and onto the grey blanket.
"You'reâhmph, tighter than before," Sunghoon manages a chuckle, thrusts buckling under your vice grip. "How does that work?"
"I'm taking all of you, t-that's why," you smirk, head tilted like you can do no wrong. "Are you proud of me?"
His surprise doesn't stop him this time, a gradual tempo building with the bounce of your breasts. "I will be when you come on my cock."
A flip has switched. Sunghoon's no longer the bashful man who'd tremble at the thought of complimenting you, reservation letting you get away with touches he secretly adores. Now, he's a culmination of every day he couldn't have you.
"Do people know?" he asks, fucking you harder. "Do your friends know how much you love taken dick?"
Knots twist your stomach to never unravel, arms covering your eyes having little to do with silencing your moans, decibels climbing each time Sunghoon knocks into you.Â
"Don't stoooop," you slur, cunt pulsating around his length. "My stomachâŠ!"
A mean laugh hits your ears. "You can feel me in your stomach?" One hand abandons the top of your thigh, the heel of his palm pressing down onto the faint outline in your stomach. "Is that where I am?"
"Yes!" you hiccup, brain turning to mush as the dulled stretch of his cock wanes to an rush of ecstasy, heavy balls smacking against the flesh of your ass.
"So loud, baby," his ears flood, the thought of getting caught more enticing than troubling. "Want the whole house knowing how dirty you are? Want her to know what a good whore you are for me?"Â
You clamp down hard on him, boiling down to the singular thought of coming. Sunghoon does you a favour by speeding up the process, fingertips collecting slick splashed back on your thighs to rub over your clit, rush of his fingers pulling out a high-pitched squeal.
"Where's your fucking manners?"
Old couch springs show their age as they hiss under Sunghoon's moving weight, the slap of your bodies dangling in the air like an open secret. You sound like you're heaven-sent, so helpless to the overwhelm of pleasure as Sunghoon's cock bullies into you, blush blooming beneath your sweat-veiled skin.
"Hoonie, Iâ"Â you choke on the words, pressed for air. "I'm close."
"Am too, sweet girl," Sunghoon huffs, his thrust becoming more frantic. "Tell me you want this forever, tell me you're mine."Â
"I'm yours. I love being yours," you cry, teary eyes staring up at him, pulling him down by his chain. "Give me what I want. Fill me up."
His hips stutter then, oxygen knocked out of him. "Want my come?"
"Want it so bad, Hoonie!"
"Okay, baby," he twitches, your gummy walls his demise. "Take it. Take my come, sweet girl."
"Sungâah!"
It's too late, the thread's already snapped, orgasms hitting at the same time. Divine timing, as it's always been with you two, bodies suspended in the temporary bliss of your highs. It's unlike anything either of you have experienced, vision a blinding white as a thick stream of come coats your walls in a warm welcome. Sunghoon looks at you the entire time, watching your eyes roll, the map of delight in the details of your face. There's a shine about you, so special in his eyes, the single memory he wishes to die with.Â
Eventually, the world starts to come back, timelapse setting back to real world time, exhausted pants occupying the air. Sunghoon doesn't know what to think or how to feel, his body on auto-pilot as he falls on his ass opposite you, head hanging off the couch's arm. Weak arms haul you onto the opposite end, limbs tangled like the web of lies you'll continue to weave, tonight only the beginning.
According to the internet, any sex involving the exchange or contact of blood binds two souls together, their fate forever sealed in time. A hoax to some, but an inkling of truth to Sunghoon as he tries to pick up the pieces of that night.
By the grace of a higher power, you two don't get caught, lost in a trance of kisses until the Uber honks outside his house. Sunghoon sleeps on the couch, at least having the heart not to slip into the bed you spoke of defiling, girlfriend none the wiser. Jake wakes him up not much later, holding a store-bought cake he insists on Sunghoon help icing with the word virgin crossed out. When the man of the hour finally comes downstairsâSieun already having leftâparty poppers and horns go off, celebratory claps earning Heeseung's hand over his heart, smile the widest they've seen.
Songyi comes down after Heeseung embellishes his story, draped in articles of Sunghoon's clothing. He wonders what you'd look like in the same outfit.Â
A lot of his thoughts trace back to you, in fact. Not made any better by the onslaught of texts you exchange throughout the day, Songyi picking up most of Sunghoon's slack when he's meant to be cleaning. No regret is mentioned, only the desire to see each other again.Â
Sunghoon's never felt so alive.
Unfortunately, your arrangement has a bit of a slow start. Rarely do you see each other in the following weeks, handcuffed to study desks and library tables as exams take a toll of the student population. It's always torture, but a special kind this time because in the facade of his life, Sunghoon has little to no time to see you. The most he gets is is the odd day in the library, sat tables away from where you work with friends, grabbing your ass when you pass by.
However, when Sunghoon walks out the hall of his last exam, he waves to his classmates and beelining to your house where you tangle in sheets stained in deceit. Days later, when all the guys are finished their exams, bar names are thrown around as a means of celebration.Â
To no one's surprise, they end up at the Falcon.
Twenty minutes before rush hour, few souls dot about, the guys lucking out with no queues. You're working tonight, the same scene bringing about shared looks amongst their group. Unfazed, Sunghoon approaches the bar in a confident strut, a knee-knocking smoulder presented to your beaming figure.
"What can I get you, gentlemen?" you bite back a grin, drying off the last few pint glasses.
The guys list their orders, not subtle with cast looks over to Sunghoon. He doesn't buckle like he used to, a calm front maintained as he places his order last.
His elbow braces against the wooden bar-top, a playful arch to his eyebrows. "How about a friendly discount?"
You're picking out their glasses, shaking your head with a chuckle.
"No can do. My boss is onto me," your cheeks bunch up in the smile you can't hide much longer. "The best I can do is this,"
In real time, the guys witness Sunghoon and you lean towards each other, quick lock of your lips blowing their heads right off. Sunghoon pulls away, nipping at your bottom lip, mischief in your features as you add on. "Grab a seat. I'll come over with those drinks."
Without a hitch, Sunghoon leads the way to their corner table of the bar, the pool table occupied again. The ongoing game is the least of Jay's concerns, his and the rest of the guys bewildered stares boring into Sunghoon's skull.
"What the hell was that?" Heeseung breaks first.
"Aren't you with, what's her face?" Jay says, snapping his fingers with nothing to show for it.
"Songyi." supplies Jake, a dirty knit to his face. "Are you cheating on her?"
Their longtime friend doesn't elaborate, not bothering with words as Sunghoon fishes out his phone out from his pocket. After a few careless swipes, his phone is pushed to the centre of the round table, his three roommates leaning in to read the tragic texts.
Sunghoon: I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore.
Sunghoon: There's somebody else.
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genre: smut | wc: 3.0k | content: smut, oral (f receiving), face sitting, masturbation (m), body worship, needy sunghoon (he's whiny), use of mommy (i got carried away), reader gets a tattoo
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It was a one-time mention, thatâs it. Something he casually said in bed one night â no thought or intention behind his words. Sunghoon was just saying what was on his mind, thatâs all. He didnât know how it would affect you â he didnât consider them enough to really understand.
You were on your back, and he was above you; classic missionary position. Nothing about it was special â no sexy lingerie you sported for the occasion, no unspoken bet to see who could last the most rounds. The only thing out of everyoneâs ordinary was the pace â the damn near abusive pace, that is.
Sunghoon always had a knack for fucking rough and fast. He didnât mean anything by it â it was just how he was. He liked to set the pace, liked to fuck you like a stupid toy, liked to say the nastiest shit ever that had you cumming so hard you opened your eyes and didnât even know what planet you were on.
The drag of his cock was so intense you sometimes wished you could mold it into you permanently â it felt that good. People always like to say âyou were made for meâ in the moment, but seriously, you two were made for each other. It was almost as if God had intentionally designed the two of you to fuck each other. Your pussy took his cock almost subconsciously; his cock filled your pussy perfectly.
Sunghoonâs hands were wrapped around your waist. His hands were fucking huge â enough to cover the expanse of your whole face and still have more flesh free. His fingertips dug into your skin as they threatened to leave bruises behind. Sunghoon threw his head back as a deep groan was pulled out from him.
His eyebrows knitted together, head lolled back, neck exposed, and eyes closed as he relished his entire being in the small and quick moans that slipped past your lips. Sunghoonâs breaths continued deep from within his chest, not loud-enough- âahâs adding to the immense pleasure you felt.
He looked down at you, opening his eyes as he viewed the position you were in. Sunghoon didnât quite think about it â he just spoke: âFuck â my hands look so good on you, baby.â
He chuckled softly, the sound quickly turning into a moan of his own. Sunghoon smirked as he looked down at you, âGod, if only you could see it from my view,â he groaned before he leaned down and connected his lips with your collarbone.
If you could brag about your boyfriendâs sex game, you absolutely would. He always knew what to say and when to say it, earning him the exact reaction he hoped to get out of you. Sunghoon also always managed to keep up the pace â even on round three or four. God, this man was hot.
Sunghoon nibbled on your collarbone before moving to your neck. He gave you a few kitten licks, soothing the areas he had previously been abusing. Your hands gripped his back as you dug your nails deep into his skin. The two of you were sure he was going to have some insane scars from this â Sunghoon made a mental note to not wear tank-tops for about a week.
A soft chuckle fell from his lips as he made his way to your ear. Sunghoon glanced down for a moment, watching intently as his cock disappeared into you.
âYeah, fuck, I wanna see my hands on you for the rest of my life,â and that was all it took. You came â and you came hard.
And thatâs how you ended up with a tattoo of two large handprints wrapped around your waist; two large handprints measured exactly to match Sunghoonâs own measurements; two large handprints placed exactly where Sunghoon always left bruises.
âYou wanna show me somethinâ?â your boyfriend whispered against your lips, as his hands continued to rub circles over your shirt - well, technically his shirt. Sunghoon continued to snag quick kisses from your lips, sucking in deep breaths from his nose as he relished in the moment.Â
You nodded, returning his kisses. Your hands were tangled in his dark locks, thighs straddling his legs on Sunghoonâs bed. It always ended like this. The two of you simply couldnât keep your hands off each other, even for a moment.Â
Sunghoon squeezed your hip as he pulled away from your face. He watched you intently with glassy brown eyes, scanning your delicate features in hopes of getting even a tiny hint at what you had in store for him. âIâm watching,â he said, smirking as you squirmed underneath him.Â
Sunghoonâs thumb pressed lightly into your ribs, causing a soft whimper to fall past your lips. He chuckled at your reaction, cocking his head to the side as he licked his lips. Sunghoon raised his eyebrows and bit back a smile as he repeated the action.
You nodded again as your hands moved from his hair to his shoulders. âDonât be mad,â you said, barely above a whisper, as you began to pull off of him.
Sunghoon had no idea about your tattoo, none at all. You hid it from him well, always making up excuses anytime he tried to take your clothes off. You were on your period, you screamed âshitâ as you shot up and pretended you forgot to hand in an assignment, your roommate called you randomly. Well, that last one wasnât planned, but it sure did happen at the perfect time.
You noticed Sunghoonâs change in behavior over the past month. It wasnât like he was upset at you for denying him of sex, he was just worried. You were never one to make up shitty excuses in an attempt to get him off of you, you always spoke your mind, yet there you were. Day after day, night after night, pure bullshit slipping past your lips anytime he tried to even put a hand on you.
Thatâs why Sunghoon was so careful this time. Thatâs why he made sure to touch you carefully; featherlight as he let you control the pace of the makeout. For the first time in a month - the first time in a whole thirty days - you werenât running away from him when he tried to touch you. In all honesty, Sunghoon had been starting to wonder if you were planning on breaking up with him entirely.
You stood in front of him as your hands played with the hem of his t-shirt. You bit your lip, gaze never leaving the floor. Slowly, you pulled the hem up until it rested just under your chin.
Silence.
Deafening, terrifying, horrible silence.
You squeezed your eyes shut, mentally cursing Yunjin for convincing you to do such a silly thing. Of course Sunghoon thought this shit was weird, who wouldnât? You guys werenât married, there wasnât a ring on your finger or a claim to you permanently.
So, as you mentally prepared for a disgusted scoff and a breakup speech, you were shocked when a low whistle came out of Sunghoonâs mouth instead. âLook at that,â he said, low and drawn out.
You slowly opened your eyes, peering at him through your lashes. You swallowed thickly, and Sunghoon noted your throat bob. He smirked, biting his lower lip carefully. âWhatâdwe got here?âÂ
Sunghoon scooched away from the wall, coming to the edge of the bed. He swung his legs over, spread them wide, and leaned forward on his elbows as he inspected your skin; the skin that used to be bare now adorned with a tattoo of his hands. It was his turn to swallow as his cock stirred in his pants.
Sunghoon reached out to touch you, his hand delicately tracing the pattern on your soft skin. He breathed out a laugh, nodding his head. âIs this why youâve been hiding from me?â He looked up at you, dark eyes pleading as his thick eyebrows furrowed in.Â
You nodded, chin still tucked to your chest. âI was scared you wouldnât like it.â
Sunghoon scoffed, carefully putting his hands on your waist. They fit perfectly over the tattoo â obviously, they were his hands, after all. He couldnât help but groan softly at the sight. Yeah, now he was fully hard.
âYouâre crazy for thinking that,â he pulled you closer until you were standing in between his legs. Sunghoon kept his hands on your waist as he peppered sweet kisses onto your stomach.
âYouâre so fucking hot, babe,â he whispered in between kisses, âeverything Iâve ever wanted.â
You squirmed in your spot, leaning into his lips. A soft whimper slipped past your lips, âSunghoon.â
Sunghoon stopped kissing you, settling his chin onto your stomach as he gazed up at you. His brown eyes were blown out, a glass finish adorning them. âYeah, baby? What do you want?â His hands wrapped around your waist, settling onto your back before sliding down to your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. A whine escaped you.
âCâmon, use your words,â Sunghoonâs hands traveled back up to your waist, âanything you want â you deserve it.â
You let go of your shirt, allowing it to drop down and cover Sunghoonâs hands that still found themselves on your waist. The hem settled itself on top of Sunghoonâs face and he huffed a laugh. You threaded your fingers through his dark locks, giving his head a soft tug as you pulled him off of your body.Â
Your free hand found itself on your boyfriendâs sharp jawline. Back and forth, you rubbed the bone as he leaned into your touch. He was so pretty, you seriously couldnât believe it. Everyday, your boyfriend woke up just looking like that. Sunghoon walked around with that face, did his schoolwork with that face, fucked you with that face.
Your eyes lit up as you got an idea, and Sunghoon noticed immediately. The corner of his mouth quirked up, revealing his sharp canines. âWhatâre you thinking, baby?â
You leaned in, connecting your lips with his. Sunghoon accepted â of course he did. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, yet it still held the softness that Sunghoon had been touching you with throughout this whole interaction.
âKinda wanna ride your face,â you whisper against his lips.
Sunghoon stops his movements instantly upon hearing your words. He sighs, pulling back and resting his forehead against your stomach. Sunghoon peers down to his clothed cock, feeling it throb and beg for relief at the sound of your voice.
âYouâre gonna fucking kill me, babe.â
You giggle at his words, pulling his hair to remove him off of you. Sunghoon stares at you with hooded eyes, smirking. Slowly, he scooches back onto the bed. Sunghoon lowers himself, back hitting the bed as he languidly palms his cock through his sweatpants.Â
His willingness to do this humored you. Sunghoon was a natural born pleaser, through and through. All he wanted to do is make you feel good, heâd said it time and time again. And youâd be damned if he didnât follow through with his words. So, of course heâs already in position, ready to feel your thighs cage his head in on both sides and taste your sweet fucking pussy.
And his short lived dreams come true, because he feels the weight of your body on his chest, ready for his command to move forward.Â
âTake the shirt off,â he says, hand pressed to your stomach to stop you before you can settle on top of him, âI wanna put my hands there.â
You comply, reaching for the hem and dragging it over your head. Sunghoonâs hands fly up to your waist, returning their position to where theyâd been for the better half of this exchange. He gave you the cue, and you hovered over his face.
Sunghoon didnât hesitate; he simply pulled you down so your pussy was on his mouth, clit bumping against his nose, full weight on top of his face. Sunghoon was in fucking paradise. There was nothing on this mortal plane Sunghoon loved more than having your soaking pussy on his mouth. His tongue came out, licking a thick stripe from your hole to your clit.
A moan came out of you, your hands reaching for the wall in front of you. Sunghoonâs hands held you down, leaving no room for movement. The only thing you could do was grind your hips further onto his face â exactly where he wanted them.
Lewd noises filled the room, the squelching and slurping of Sunghoonâs rabid movements the cause of most of them. He completely ravaged your pussy, eating you out like his life depended on it. Your moans echoed throughout the space, and each sickeningly sweet noise you emitted simply encouraged him to do more. More licking, more kissing, more suckling your clit.
Sunghoon lived to please, after all.
You were loud, obnoxiously so. One of your hands moved from the wall to Sunhoonâs hair, tangling your fingers in his dark locks and softly tugging at the strands in the way he loved. Sunghoon groaned, the vibrations going straight from your pussy up to your lower stomach where the heat settled.
Every bump of Sunghoonâs nose against your clit, every fat lick of his flattened tongue, every pump of the warm muscle in and out of your hole â it all pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm.
Sunghoon relished in your moans and whimpers, hips bucking up in the air. It didnât help, didnât give him an ounce of relief, but he kept doing it. Sunghoon loved eating you out, but he hated being neglected. Sure, maybe he was needy â sue the man.
âFuck, Hoonie,â you whimpered. Your boyfriendâs hands were digging bruises on your waist, his wrists stretched in an unusual way in an attempt to keep them over your tattoo.
Sunghoon hummed, acknowledging your neediness. He knew what it meant, he knew you were about to cum. So, he quickened his movements. He pumped his tongue in and out, in and out; shook his head side to side to provide stimulation to your swollen clit.Â
âBaby â cumming, cumming, fuck!âÂ
You were a whining mess when you came, voice high pitched as you sounded like you were two seconds away from sobbing. Sunghoon didnât let up, continuing to eat you out through your orgasm. Only when your tugging got more intense and your moans turned whinier than before (if that was even possible) did Sunghoon stop.
When he did and you moved back onto his chest, he couldâve sworn heâd been transported to heaven.
You stared at him in all his glory. Your slick juices coated his lips and chin and nose, giving the beautiful features a delicate shine to them. Sunghoon licked his lips, collecting as much of your arousal onto his tongue as he could.
âGod â I fucking love when you let me do that,â he breathed out, both hands back on your waist. ââM so hard,â he whined, a strain to his voice.Â
You pouted at his words, still trying to collect yourself after your orgasm. Sunghoon removed a hand from your waist, moving to his cock. He palmed himself, a pained whine ripping from his throat at the contact. âFuck,â he drew out, âyes, baby.â
Sunghoonâs eyes screwed shut, eyebrows furrowed as his lips parted with his words. He softly panted into the air, not even bothering to remove his cock from its confinements â this was simply enough.
And damnit, was it hot. Your boyfriend, so needy and desperate after making you cum that he settled for rubbing his cock through his pants to get off. On any other day, you wouldâve offered to help, but the scene was so addicting, you couldnât bring yourself to do anything but watch in awe.
Sunghoonâs face was covered in your cum, and it was twisted into something fucked out and needy.
âPlease, more,â he choked out, hand picking up its pace.
You leaned forward on his chest, lips connecting to his jaw. Slowly, you peppered kisses along the prominent feature; Sunghoonâs hot breath fanning over your cheek and ear every quick pant. A particularly pathetic whine was ripped out of his throat as he threw his head back.
âYes â fuck, mommy, yes,â Sunghoon whined as he came quickly, his cum making a milky, sticky mess in his boxers.
You chuckled along his jaw, nipping at the pale skin. A sense of accomplishment swelled in your chest when you heard him hiss. Sunghoonâs shaky hand found your hip, resting on you as he calmed down.
A brief silence filled the room before you whispered, âThat was really hot.â
Sunghoon chuckled, hand finding the back of your neck as he pulled you away from his jaw and brought you face to face with him. He brought your lips to his, connecting them in a soft, lazy kiss. The two of you sat like that for a moment, lips tangling and moving only when the two of you wished to continue it.
âThat tattoo is really hot,â Sunghoon reiterated against your lips, âyou should get more â for me, of course.â
âSunghoon,â you laughed, breath fanning his lips, âthese things are permanent.â
âSo? Weâre already married, duh.â
âRight,â you said, eyes rolling as you lifted yourself up. You sat there, straddling his waist while your hands slowly slid down his chest to his abs. Sunghoon grabbed your wrist, sensing your intention to get up.
âSwear to God,â he said, a lazy smirk spread across his lips, âgonna let you sit on my face for the rest of my life.â
âYeah?â You teased him, shaking your head while you got off of him. Your feet hit the cold floor as you grabbed his discarded t-shirt and pulled it over your naked body. âYou gonna call me mommy while it happens too?â
A red blush settled across Sunghoonâs cheeks at the mention of his previous words, however he quickly collected his composure.Â
âOnly if you get it tattooed.â
You grabbed one of his pillows, hurling it at his head. Sunghoonâs hands came up to block his face, an unserious âno!â audible in between his giggles. You rolled your eyes, walking away from the man into the bathroom.
But, you know, he has had worse ideas.

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đđđđđđđ: park sunghoon x readerÂ
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đđđđđđđđ: park sunghoon, campus playboy, is notorious for fucking around. the day youâve dreaded has finally come, he makes his rounds on your roommate whoâs been desperate to get him in her bed but what you donât expect is for him to want you instead. campus life was just a series of fleeting connections until he found youâ the nerdy girl he canât get out of his head, now, itâs you who he canât forget, itâs you he wants to be known for, itâs you he wants to belong to.
đđđđđ: smut, fluff, angst, opposites attract, college au
đđđđđđđđ: explicit sexual content, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, biting, breath play, choking, slapping, orgasm denial/control, praise kink, dirty talk, oral sex (giving and receiving), fingering, very hard dom!hoon, sub!reader, consistent unprotected sex (be safe!), use of âbabyâ and âgood girlâ, grinding, reader rides hoon, exhibitionism, intense emotional dynamics, strong language, and explicit content, explicit language, swearing, mention of drugs, smoking, alcohol, a lot of college party scenes, oc is uninterested in sunghoon at first but he changes that (and quickly!), mentions of fuckboy!sunghoon, initially fucks her roommate, but falls in love with ynâs stuff thatâs around the apartment, himym!scene inspo, if you know you know, oc is a hot bassist in a band, hoon sees her play, gets hard and turned on seeing her play the strings with her fingers, imagines touching her, hoon and oc unexpectedly have the exact same matching tattoo, so many girl moments, kpop â00 liners, enhypen â02 line, sunwoo, eric, yeji and oc are in a band, inappropriate, mature humor, hoon is very forward, very confident, very daring, very self assured and dominant, arin causes a lot of trouble, sunghoon makes reader very shy and flustered, intimidating sunghoon, sweetheart sunghoon, emotional moments, appearance from nct foreign swagger line, sunghoon takes reader home, boyfriend sunghoon (kinda), watch as sunghoon and oc fall in love, sunghoon always touching reader under her skirt lmao, smut text portion, so much angst and pain, heartbreak, gets angsty and rough as fuck. Â
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Park Sunghoon was the bane of your existence.
The Universityâs study lounge buzzes with the sound of students shuffling in their seats, flipping through textbooks, and tapping away on their laptops. But for you, the noise fades into the background as your thoughts are consumed by one person: Park Sunghoon. He's become the bane of your existence, infiltrating your mind at every turn.
You try to focus on your studies, desperately attempting to absorb the intricacies of musical composition and sound design. But you can't do anything, you canât focus on your assignments, eat, drink or work on your laptop without thinking of him. Every time you open your textbook, his face flashes before your eyes, distracting you from the task at hand. It's infuriating how effortlessly he invades your thoughts against your own will.Â
Nayoungâs infatuation with Sunghoon has reached insufferable levels ever since they started hooking up. It's all she ever talks about, as if he's some kind of god among men. But for you, he's just another distraction, a nuisance that refuses to leave you alone. Since they started hooking up, she's been relentless, unable to shut up about their sexual exploits. He couldnât be that goodâŠ
For you, it's all just noise. You're simply not interested.
While everyone else on campus is busy fucking like rabbits, you couldn't care less. It's like you're the only one on campus who hasn't been sucked into the sex craze. Your focus is on your studies and your future, not getting laid. It's a stark contrast, but you're fine with being the odd one out.
You try to tune out Nayoungâs incessant chatter, but her voice cuts through the air like a knife. "Shut up, shut up!" she exclaims, slapping your hands hastily and pulling you from your thoughts. You pout in frustration, resisting the urge to snap at her. "I'm not even talking..." you mutter under your breath, huffing in exasperation as you shut your laptop screen down. It's futile to even attempt to get any work done with Sunghoon constantly looming in your mind, taunting you with his presence.
"He's here... He's here! Fuck, he's walking my way and staring at me," Nayoungâs flustered words fill the air as she nervously adjusts her hair, throwing quick glances toward the entrance. You can't help but shake your head at her worry. There's no need for her to fret or make last-minute adjustmentsâ Nayoung is effortlessly attractive, her beauty undeniable and her personality sweetly infectious. She has this casual, confident vibe that's undeniably sexy. It's clear why everyone seems to be wrapped around her little finger.
Then there's Park Sunghoon, making his entrance as if it's the most natural thing in the world to draw every eye in the room. He walks with a confidence that borders on arrogance, an aura around him that's almost too intense. He seems to claim every space he steps into as his own, and today, the cafeteria turns into his domain.
He makes his way over and takes the seat right beside you, as if that spot had been waiting just for him. As he settles in, you find yourself involuntarily gulping a bit, suddenly all too aware of the intensity of his presence. It's undeniable, the aura he carries; a blend of confidence and an almost tangible allure fills the space, charging the air around you. The whole place falls into a hush, the kind of silence that screams of everyone's rapt attention on him, and inevitably, on you by association.
As you catch sight of Sunghoon turning his gaze towards Nayoung, your eyes roll almost instinctively. He reaches out, taking her hand with a gentleness that contradicts his commanding presence, his lips brushing against her skin in a soft kiss. Nayoungâs reaction is immediate; she gulps, visibly struggling to maintain composure, taken aback by the tenderness of his touch.
It's a moment that, despite your usual disinterest, makes you understand just a fraction of the allure that Park Sunghoon carries with him. He's a presence that's hard to ignore, drawing you into his orbit whether you're willing or not.
"We still on for tonight, baby?" Sunghoon's voice sends a shiver down your spine, momentarily silencing the room. Nayoung is completely captivated by him, lost in her own world, unable to form a proper response. But when you nudge her foot with yours, she coughs and says, "Yes, I'll be waiting for you." Her voice is low and sultry, a hint of anticipation laced in her words. "In my bed, all alone, with no clothes on," she continues, biting her lip seductively as she tilts her head and winks at him. "I'll be yours to play with all night long." Her gaze smolders with desire as she waits for his reaction, teasing him with the promise of what's to come.
Sitting beside you, Park Sunghoon has the kind of presence that's impossible to ignore. From what you've heard, the stories that swirl around campus, he's the quintessential heartbreaker - popular, with an air of cockiness that he wears as comfortably as the clothes on his back. Heâs dressed casually today, yet every piece seems carefully chosen to accentuate his athletic buildâa testament to his dedication as a football player. His fitted t-shirt clings in all the right places, paired with jeans that manage to be both casual and unmistakably deliberate in their fit. His hair, a perfect shade that catches the light, is styled in a seemingly effortless manner, falling just so to frame his striking features.
Sunghoonâs face is a canvas of attractive contrasts; sharp jawlines meet soft, inviting lips, and his eyes, deep and expressive, hold a hint of mischief. Thereâs a natural symmetry to his features thatâs compelling, drawing you in despite any reservations. The easy smirk that often plays across his lips suggests a man who knows his allure and isnât afraid to use it to his advantage.
But it's not just his looks that have earned him his reputation. He's known to be overconfident, a trait that, combined with his status as a football player, makes him all the more prominent in the social hierarchy of campus life. His charm is scandalous, wielded with the precision of someone who knows just how impactful they are. He's the epitome of a fuckboy, leaving a trail of whispers and rumors in his wake.
Yet, despite the warnings, the stories of hearts left in his path, there's something undeniably captivating about him. He's social, able to navigate any conversation with ease, drawing people in with a magnetism that's hard to resist. And fucking handsome? Absolutely. There's a reason every glance he throws seems to linger, every smile feels like it's meant just for the receiver. It's this mix of danger and allure that makes him an enigma .
Your thoughts are abruptly interrupted when you catch Sunghoon and Nayoung exchanging glances so intense, they could only be described as eye fucking. And you're almost certain he's touching her under the table. Casting a discreet glance their way, disbelief washes over you. Their boldness in such a public setting is startlingâwhere's the sense of privacy, the modesty? It's a display that leaves you questioning the very notions of discretion and boundaries in social interactions.Â
You assumed your silent judgment would go unnoticed, as usual. Being invisible had its perks; it let you navigate these social seas undisturbed, a mode of survival that had become your comfort zone. Yet, just as you side-eye the intimate display between Sunghoon and Nayoung, Jungwon catches your gaze. With a wink, he throws a comment your way, "Don't feel left out, I'll fuck you," assuming a familiarity that you've never invited.Â
Your response is immediate and flat, "Shut up," hoping to quash the conversation then and there with your deadpan delivery.
But then Jay chimes in, laughter barely concealed in his voice, "Dude, she's not gonna fuck you, that's the girl who's waiting until marriage."Â
At Jay's words, a familiar rumor audible for all to hear, you can't help but roll your eyes. It's not the first time your personal choices became the focus of campus gossip, yet it never gets easier to hear it discussed so openly.
In that moment, Sunghoon's gaze locks with yours, a brief encounter that feels like an eternity. His eyes, sharp and probing, offer no hint of his thoughts, leaving you floundering in their depths. The intensity of his stare is unexpectedly captivating, sending a jolt of weakness through you that's both unsettling and embarrassingly thrilling. Despite the rumors and the situation, you're forced to admitâSunghoon is undeniably hot.
But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it passes. Sunghoon breaks the eye contact, returning to his own world with an ease that suggests he's completely unfazed by Jay's comment. This reaction, or lack thereof, catches you off guard. You had braced yourself for a tease or a quip, something to match Jungwon and Jay's playful torment. Yet, Sunghoon's disinterest and quick dismissal of the conversation leave you in a curious mix of relief and disappointment.Â
One day youâre gonna cut Park Sunghoonâs cock off.Â
Thereâs no way he can make a girl scream that loud.
The frustration builds within you as you sit in your room, once again failing to focus on studying the medical procedures you need to know by tomorrow. And whoâs to blame? Park Sunghoon, of course. Itâs the second time today his fucking with Nayoung has derailed your concentration. Normally, living with her is a joy; sheâs your best friend, your better half. But in moments like these, you wish you could live alone, away from the constant distractions of her sex life.
She gets laid a lot, itâs a regular occurrence in your shared apartment. Sheâs louder than she normally is tonight, her moans and screams echoing through the walls without a hint of restraint. You try to drown out the noise, burying your head in your textbooks, but it's futile. You can't focus, your mind consumed by thoughts of Sunghoon and his cock.Â
(Unfortunately)Â
Eventually, the noise subsides, and you cautiously step out of your room, relieved that Sunghoon seems to have finally left. But as you round the corner, a low, deep voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you freeze in your tracks. He's still here.Â
Panic sets in as you realise how you're practically walking around naked in an oversized top and short shorts, no bra to conceal your exposed skin. You curse under your breath, desperate to escape to the safety of your room, but you know he'll see and hear you if you make a move now.
With no other option, you dart behind the sofa, thankful for its strategic placement that shields you from his view. Heart racing, you hold your breath, praying he doesn't notice you hiding just a few feet away. Â
Unbeknownst to you, Sunghoon's attention isn't on Nayoung; he wouldn't have recognized your presence even if you made noise. You're pretty sure Nayoung doesn't realize you're here either. Sunghoon is shirtless, basking in the afterglow of sex, but his focus isn't on Nayoung; he's not even looking at her.
The moment he entered the house for the first time, Sunghoon became enamored. It felt as though he was right where he was supposed to be. His eyes lit up with surprise and thrill as he noticed certain things and items that caught his attentionâthings he found cool and eye-catching. Despite never having been in this house before, it felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
His eyes sparkled with a light that you should've seen, a light that no other girl had brought to him before. "How did you get this?" he asks Nayoung in awe, marveling at a rare Lego set.Â
"I didn't. It's my roommate's," she replies, her features showing amusement and disinterest. You had so many nerdy and niche things lying around, and Nayoung found none of them interesting.
Sunghoon spots a rare album, one he's never seen anyone have before. "This is really cool. I didn't know you were intoâ"
 "Yeah, that's also my roommate's," Nayoung interrupts.Â
Sunghoon shakes his head in amusement, his eyes landing on a book, âNormal People' by Sally Rooney. "What about this?âÂ
"A birthday gift from my roommate. I haven't checked it out yet," Nayoung replies.
"Oh, you should. It's really cool," Sunghoon says, scratching his head. He's about to apologise, realising he's delving too much into your personal space. But then his eyes land on a bass guitar and the apology fails to slip from his tongue. "Do you play bass? I always say that my ideal womanâ" Sunghoon catches himself, sighing as he realises Nayoung silence. "âdoes not play bass, because this is clearly your roommate's."
"She's in a band," Nayoung says simply.Â
"Damn, that's cool," Sunghoon whispers. "What's she like?"Â
You gulp nervously, wondering why Park Sunghoon wants to know about you. Youâre not used to the feeling of someone being interested in you, youâre not used to someone wanting to find out more and uncover you. It's incredibly foreign and unfamiliar.Â
âShe's in the matrix, she's a whore," Nayoung says, and you open your mouth in shock. What the fuck? No, you were not!
Sunghoon chuckles, and you realise Nayoung was just joking. Her next words warm your heart. "She's the best person I've ever met. She's really chill and calm, sweet to everyone, and fair. She has a really good heart. She's different from everyone we see on campus, different in a good way. She's a bit of a nerd; her main worries in life are how to get the next rare Lego set or make sure she has enough time to balance being in her band, acing all her med exams, and doing all that volunteering and extracurricular crap. She's a breath of fresh air."
Nayoung shakes her head with a dry chuckle. "This is unbelievable. You just picked out all the things in here that belong to my roommate. You didn't even spare a glance at the stuff that's mine.â
Yeah, because they're not interesting, Sunghoon thinks.
Nayoung eyes all of your possessions and shakes her head. She turns to Sunghoon. "It's really weird stuff, and I'm really shocked you find it interesting. I didn't expect it from you. I've never seen someone as interested in it... other than you and my roommate."
âMy roommate is into pretty weird stuff. She does these weird paintings of robots playing sports.âÂ
Sunghoon scratches his neck and nods. âYeah, thatâs weirdâŠâ (He thought it sounded pretty cool).Â
âShe also has this crazy habit of making breakfast food sing show tunes, I mean, itâs not that annoying because sheâs an amazing singer, sheâs in a band so Iâll give that to her.â
"So does your roommate's band ever play shows or...?" Sunghoon asks.
"Get out," Nayoung bluntly says, pointing her arm towards the door.
Nayoung sighs; this always happens. Nayoung had a roommate complex. Unbeknownst to you, guys always dug her roommate, you. Only you would never know the full extent or seriousness of this, as you would never return the affection or interest. You were robotic, denying all forms of affection, so nothing ever came from guys wanting to fuck you. Paired with the rumor that you were strictly Christian and waiting until marriage to fuck, yeah, you werenât going to get laid anytime soon.Â
She takes a seat on the sofa and nearly jumps when she sees you sleeping there soundly. She didnât know that you staged this; you knew sheâd come to the couch after Sunghoon left, so you had to pretend you were sleeping. You couldnât let Nayoung or Sunghoon know that you had heard and witnessed that entire interaction. She smiles at you and covers you in the blankets fully, readjusting your head and dimming the lights. She wasnât surprised that you drew attention without trying to or even knowing that people were into you.Â
She did have a really fucking cool roommate.
The next morning, Nayoung looks sad, her shoulders slumped as she sits at the kitchen table, picking at her breakfast. You take in her demeanor, noting the furrow in her brow and the downturn of her lips. You have to put your acting skills to use, masking the knowledge of why she's upset with a concerned expression. You go to her immediately, your voice filled with worry, "What's wrong? Did he? I'm gonna kill himâ"
Nayoung huffs softly, a mix of frustration and resignation in her breath. "We're gonna stop seeing each other," she explains, her voice tinged with sadness.
Your eyes widen in surprise, and you're about to throw hands but she shakes her head and tells you to calm down, making ânoâ motions, a small smile playing at her lips. She shakes her head and chuckles softly, "No, he did nothing wrong. I'm not gonna miss him. I know this was just sex, but god, he's really attractive and has a good personality. I'm not getting caught up, but wow, I just feel overwhelmed and intense. How can someone be such an attractive and hot person and know how to use his cock?"
You're at a loss for words, your voice catching in your throat as you struggle to find the right response. You were awkward when it came to emotional conversations, you didnât know how to comfort someone! One to one intimate moments like this overwhelmed you. However, Nayoung drops a bomb that leaves you speechless and stunned.
"And he likes you."
You choke on your own breath, your eyes widening in disbelief as you shake your head vehemently. "Me? What? Thatâs absolutely ridiculous, Nayoung, no he doesnât! He doesnât even know who I am."
Inner turmoil consumes you as conflicting thoughts swirl in your mind. How could someone like Sunghoon possibly be interested in you? You've never exchanged a single word, never shared a moment beyond fleeting glances in passing. Logically, it doesn't add up; you're strangers. He revels in the chaos of getting high and fuckinf, while you find solace in quiet evenings, lost in the intricate world of LEGO creations and the soothing melody of your bass guitar. It's inconceivable that someone like him could find anything remotely intriguing in someone like you.
"I'm telling you. He likes you. It's true! He pointed out every single thing in the living room that was yours. He likes all the things you do. He's a nerd like you."
Your voice cracks with disbelief, your hands gesturing in denial as you try to process Nayoung's words. "Park Sunghoon? Nerd? He's far from... he's a fuckboy and a football player, he's popular and parties like there's no tomorrow, he smokes and does drugs andâ"
"Y/N! You know better than to stereotype. Yes, he does party, is popular, and loves fucking, but he's more than that. He's obviously more than that, and it's not like he hides it. You're only seeing what you want to see. The image you have of him in your head is an image that is surface level. He's actually a good guy, he doesnât think of himself as above people, and he's chill and kind. He aces exams, and he fucking knows about all the rare little Legos like you do, so heâs clearly a nerd!"
You sigh heavily, feeling a mix of frustration and realization wash over you. Nayoung was right. You were only seeing what you wanted to see. Your idea of him was so fixed and stubborn that you refused to look deeper, beyond the surface.
"Itâs like you, Y/N. People only see you as that nerdy, quiet loner who doesnât talk to anyone and doesnât drink or party. People think youâre weirdâ"
"Gee, thanks a lot," you cut off Nayoung's words, sarcastically thanking her for her honesty.
"But I know that youâre way more than that! Your main focus may be your studies, but youâve got so many cute little side interests! It all adds to your personality and itâs all important. It shouldnât be overlooked. It makes you who you are. Not only are you a med student, but youâre also in a fucking band! Youâre the bassist! Itâs fucking hot and cool, Y/N. Park Sunghoon even asked for the name of your band."
What you knew about Park Sunghoonâs cock was against your own will.Â
Nayoungâs words echo in your mind, each syllable sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. "Sunghoonâs literally so good at dirty talk," she continues, her voice dripping with excitement. "He knows exactly how to please a woman. He doesnât just stick his dick in and out. He actually has superb technique."Â
You breathe heavily, shutting your laptop once and for all. "If you and Sunghoon have stopped seeing each other then why are you telling me this?" you interrupt, unable to conceal the frustration in your voice. Nayoung and Yeji exchange a glance, their eyes twinkling mischievously as they exchange silent communication. It's like they're speaking a language that only they understand, leaving you feeling increasingly left out and confused.
Nayoung and Eunji exchanged a look, and it utterly confused you. They'd been giving each other these secretive glances for the past week, making you desperately wish you could tap into whatever little secret they were keeping. Yet, whenever you brought it up, they simply shifted the topic.
"You guys are seriously starting to annoy me," you finally snap, unable to contain your frustration any longer. "Can you just tell me whatever the fuck it is youâre thinking about?" You're met with a knowing smirk from both Nayoung and Eunji, their lips quirking into sly smiles as they continue to exchange secretive glances.
Nayoung leans in closer, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper as she continues to regale you with tales of Sunghoonâs abilities in the bedroom. "You know, Sunghoonâs not just about the physical stuff," she says cryptically, her gaze flickering with something you canât quite decipher.Â
Eunji nods in agreement, her lips quirking into a sly smile as she adds, "Heâs got this way of making you feel like youâre the only woman in the world when heâs with you. Once he went down on me and I couldnât walk for days."
Your eyes widen in surprise at Eunjiâs revelation, feeling a mix of shock and arousal coursing through you. "When did you fuck him?" you blurt out, unable to conceal your curiosity.Â
She just laughs, shaking her head as she brushes off your question with ease. "Weâve casually fucked from time to time," she says nonchalantly. "Itâs not that shocking, Y/N. His body count is high, after he broke up with Arin, his cock has been unstoppable."
You huff in disbelief. "Who has he not fucked?" you mutter under your breath, your mind reeling with thoughts of Sunghoon's sexual conquests.Â
"You," Nayoung and Eunji say simultaneously, their words hitting you like a ton of bricks. Silence falls over you as you process their words, feeling a strange mix of shock and excitement swirling inside you.
"What is that even supposed to mean?" you stammer, feeling a sense of unease creeping over you at their cryptic words.Â
Nayoung just smirks. âNothing. Iâm just telling you how good he is in bed.â You had a feeling she was lying. She had her reasons and motives, ones you were far from understanding.
"And why is that of use to me?" you question, expecting an answer. You turn to Sunwoo when youâre met with silence from the girls.
"Sunwoo, help me," you nudge him from beside you, knowing you could trust your closest and oldest friend.
You sigh in relief when he turns to the two girls. âLeave her alone, this Sunghoon thing is ridiculous, heâs way out of her league.â His words bring you peace and you rest your head against his shoulder, taking a deep breath.
âIâm sorry, I love you, Y/N, but no one is out of Sunghoonâs league. If anything, itâs the other way around,â Nayoung retorts.
âThanks a lot,â you snort.
âItâs not just you, everyone is out of his league,â Eunji clarifies.
âIâm not,â Sunwoo says dryly.
âYou shut up!â Eunji points an accusing finger at Sunwoo. âI know you have protective, brotherly tendencies when it comes to Y/N, but you have to admit⊠our girl needs cock!â
He turns to you, a knowing smirk that only the two of you will understand. âYou do really need to get laid though,â he says in a low voice.Â
Nayoung goes back to praising Sunghoon for his sexual abilities. âAnd let me tell you, his dirty talk is next level,âÂ
A devilish grin spreads across Eunjiâs face as she shares a smirk with Nayoung, recalling one of her past encounters with Sunghoon. âIâve never had sex with someone who has such good timing and pace,â she confesses. "He knows exactly what to do with his cock, hands, and lips, and where to do it."
"Heâs not just in it for himself, you know," Eunji adds, her tone serious as she looks you straight in the eye. "He genuinely cares about his partnerâs pleasure. Heâs the perfect person to experience all of your firsts with."
"Hey!" you exclaim, feeling a surge of indignation rising up inside you. "This feels very targeted and personal," you accuse, your voice cracking with frustration. "Where is this coming from?"Â
You had never spoken a word to Park Sunghoon in your life. Sure, you noticed that he seemed to take an interest in your belongings around the apartment, but that wasn't enough to warrant Nayoung and Eunji sudden push to get you interested in him. It all felt too orchestrated, too deliberate, and you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to their agenda than they were letting on. Despite their efforts to convince you otherwise, you remained skeptical about the idea of getting involved with someone like Sunghoon, especially considering your vastly different personalities and lifestyles.
"I'm not saying you have to jump into bed with him right away," Nayoung says, her voice softening with sincerity. "But maybe give him a chance. You might be surprised. I know what you're gonna say, 'He's the Park Sunghoon, campus fuckboy and resident player, we're in completely different leagues and scenes, and we'll never get along.'" Nayoung mimics your voice, and you narrow your eyes.
"I sound nothing like that!" you frown, realizing you sounded exactly like that.
"Just think about it, Y/N," Nayoung says, her voice tinged with excitement.
"I'm not gonna think about it, my mind is gonna be on the gig I have tonight. You guys better be there!" you declare.Â
Nayoung's response comes with a gleam in her eye, a spark of something mischievous lurking beneath her casual assurance. "Oh, we wouldn't miss it for the world," she says, her glance sliding over to Yeji as they share a knowing look. They wink at each other, sealing a silent pact, the first stage of their mission to bring you and Sunghoon closer is already in motion.Â
Sunghoon received a text from Nayoung, inviting him to meet for some drinks at the bar. The anticipation of a night filled with pleasure courses through his veins, driving him to accept the invitation without hesitation.
He goes because he anticipates getting laid. Sunghoon enjoyed the sex with Nayoung, as he did with any other girl. He had an insatiable appetite for sex, and he never shied away from indulging in it. However, he was always respectful and mindful of boundaries. His partners knew that he was only seeking physical satisfaction, and he made sure they felt just as much pleasure as they gave him.
It didnât matter to him if Nayoung's personality didnât align with his; he was solely focused on fulfilling his carnal desires. Feeling sexually frustrated, Sunghoon eagerly heads to the bar, eager to find release in Nayoung's company.
Feeling sexually frustrated and on edge, Sunghoon's steps quicken as he approaches the bar, the dim lights and pulsing music heightening his senses. He craves the distraction, the temporary oblivion that comes with losing himself in the warmth of another body. And so, with a determined stride, he pushes open the door.
As Sunghoon strides into the dimly lit bar, the air heavy with the scent of alcohol and anticipation, he feels a rush of excitement course through him. Dressed in a sleek leather jacket that hugs his form, he exudes an air of rugged charm and allure as he scans the room, his eyes alight with anticipation.
The bar is cast in shadows, a dimly lit sanctuary with a retro flair that gives it an air of timeless charm. Neon signs flicker softly against the dark walls, casting a warm, inviting glow over the eclectic mix of patrons. The atmosphere is a blend of nostalgia and mystery, each corner telling a story, each shadow holding a secret. Vinyl records adorn one wall, a nod to the classics, while the low hum of conversation and the clink of glasses provide a steady soundtrack to the night.
A familiar tingle zips through him, itâs an echo of the sensation he felt that first time he crossed the threshold into your apartment, a sense of rightness, of being exactly where heâs supposed to be.
Something shifts inside him. The retro vibe, combined with the sultry air, sets a scene that's both familiar and charged with new energy. Shadows dance across the walls, and the music's pulse syncs with his own heartbeat, signaling a night of unexpected turns.
Amidst the noise and the crowd, Sunghoon spots Nayoung. She's there, laughing, surrounded by friends, exactly where he should want to be. But he doesnât move towards her. Instead, there's a compelling force, a curiosity leading him elsewhere, towards somethingâor someoneâhe hadn't anticipated.
Itâs You.Â
Amongst the faces, yours catches his gaze like a lighthouse in the fog. It's inexplicable, this sudden redirection of his night, his desires. Something inside him has decided, without a word, that the night was never really about Nayoung. It was about discovering what he didn't even know he was looking forâuntil now.
Perched on the stage, bathed in the soft glow of the neon lights, you exude a magnetic energy that draws him in like a match to its flame. You were breathtaking. Dressed in a mini skirt that accentuates every curve of your ass and thighs, paired with a top that leaves little to the imagination, you radiate confidence and sensuality that leaves Sunghoon spellbound.
For a moment, time seems to stand still as Sunghoonâs gaze locks with yours, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of you. In that instant, he feels a surge of desire unlike anything heâs ever experienced. Who were you? He was sure that you were one of the students at the college, he was sure he had seen you before. Heâs just shocked that this is the first time heâs recognising how hot you are.Â
In that fleeting moment, as Sunghoon's eyes meet yours, time itself seems to pause, the air charged with an electric tension. His gaze, intense and unyielding, speaks of a yearning that goes beyond mere attraction, hinting at depths of desire that are raw and untamed. As your smile fades, replaced by a questioning frown, the atmosphere thickens with unspoken possibilities, a palpable sense of what could be.
The sudden break in your smile sends a pang through Sunghoon, a silent plea for the connection not to sever. The eye contact between you is a live wire, sparking with the potential to ignite. Amidst the crowd, amidst the noise, there's a silent conversation happening, a dance of glances that speaks volumes.
Your mind races with questions. Why was Park Sunghoon here? He was the campus heartbreak and residential fuckboy, the last person youâd expect to see you play. You always assumed no one ever found you interesting so why does his interest seem to settle on you tonight? His reputation precedes him, yet here he is, looking at you with an intensity that suggests a desire for something more profound than his usual pursuits.Â
You weren't naive, why was he looking at you like he wanted you? Like he wanted to fuck you. Why now? His gaze, laden with an unmistakable intensity, seeks to pierce through the layers, to see beyond the facade everyone else sees.
Your band commands the space. The rhythm is captivating, a vibrant blend of guitar riffs and drum beats that fills the room with an infectious energy. You're on the bass, and it's clear this is a passion. The bass itself is a striking piece, its sleek, polished wood and the smooth curves of its body reflecting the stage lights.
As Sunghoon watches, he can't help but marvel at the skill in your fingers. The way they dance and glide over the strings, with precision and a sort of grace that's both powerful and delicate, stirs something unexpected in him. His gaze fixates on your hands, fingers moving in perfect harmony with the music, and a primal desire ignites within him.
The thought of those talented fingers exploring your own body, tracing every curve and fold, sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He imagines the sensation of your touch, firm yet gentle. Lost in the moment, Sunghoon feels a surge of arousal building within him, his breath hitching as he envisions your fingers delving deeper.Â
What fucks him up even more is when you smile at him, such an innocent smile that makes his chest tighten with an unexpected surge of desire. It's a smile that lights up your entire face, eyes sparkling with warmth and sincerity, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through Sunghoon's veins.
As you lock eyes with him and smile, Sunghoon feels as though the air has been knocked out of his lungs. You look breathtaking, radiant in the soft glow of the stage lights, your beauty almost otherworldly in its intensity. Every curve and contour of your features seems to be highlighted.Â
You had no idea what he was thinking, so oblivious to the effect you had on him. It was maddening how effortlessly captivating you were, how your mere presence could stir such intense longing within him.
He knows this is wrong, that he shouldnât be thinking these thoughts, shouldnât be so turned on by you. Desperately trying to regain control of his thoughts, Sunghoon attempts to focus on the other members of the band. They exude coolness, lost in the music and their own world. But for all their visual appeal, none of them compare to you.
In that moment, Sunghoon finds himself singularly captivated by you, unable to tear his gaze away as he succumbs to the intoxicating allure of your presence.
Heâs not the only one. The energy of the room has shifted, centering on your presence on stage. It's palpable, the way you've drawn every eye towards you. You're undeniably magnetic, a fact made evident by the sea of faces turned in your direction, yet what truly fascinates Sunghoon, what truly fucks his mind, is your obliviousness to the effect you're having. Youâre just lost in the music, not looking for any approval or basking in the spotlight. This contrast, between how much you stand out and your indifference to it, really catches him.
Though he can't hear your laugh over the music, he sees the way your shoulders shake, the brightness in your eyes, and he knowsâit's a sound he wants to discover, to keep. A smile, unbidden, spreads across his face, mirroring the joy he sees in you. It's a strange, fluttery feeling that takes residence in his chest, a sensation both foreign and exhilarating.Â
Nayoung makes her way through the crowd to him, a knowing smile playing on her lips. She leans in close, her fingers tracing a daring path down his back and over his thighs. Her touch, bold and teasing, makes his heart skip a beat. "You wish that was Y/N touching you, right?" she whispers, her voice a blend of mischief and suggestion.
Turning to face her, Sunghoon's eyes darken, a smoulder of intensity burning within them as he contemplated her words. "Y/N?" The name, unfamiliar and yet suddenly significant, rolls off his tongue.
Nayoung's nod is all the confirmation he needs. "Yeah, she's the one. She's my roommate," she reveals, each word painting a clearer picture in his mind.
"I'm off to Jake's house, but you're staying here, right? Y/N normally walks home from the bar. Maybe you could offer to walk her, maybe keep her company. Our apartment is going to be empty⊠use your imagination." With a final wink, she slips away.
As Sunghoon steps out into the cool night, he spots you alone under a streetlamp, the smoke from your cigarette curling into the night air. As you take another drag, the ember glows, casting a soft light on your features. Heâs mesmerised by the sight, a girl smoking would always be hot to him, the sight of the smoke framing your face proves that. It gives you a mysterious vibe, making you appear all the more captivating and irresistibly sexy in his eyes.
Drawn to you, he moves closer and asks if he can join. Noticing his gaze linger, you offer him a cigarette with a knowing smile. You offer him a cigarette with a knowing smile. As he accepts, your fingers brush against his, sending a jolt of electricity through both of you. Thereâs a charged energy in the way your gazes lock. As he inhales, his jawline becomes more pronounced, the smoke curling around him like a caress. Thereâs a deliberate slowness to his exhale, the smoke weaving between you, creating an intimate veil.Â
As the conversation between you and Sunghoon progresses, you find yourself surprisingly at ease in his presence. Normally, you'd keep your guard up, especially around someone as notorious as Sunghoon, but tonight, there's something different. Before you realize it, you're drawing him in closer, the usual barriers falling away. You might have blamed it on alcohol, but you're sober, leaving the connection between you both intriguingly genuine.
Conversation starts light, with Sunghoon leaning in slightly, the warmth of the moment closing the distance between you. "Watching you tonight⊠I was taken aback, youâre really good," he says, his voice low and appreciative, tinged with genuine admiration.
You laugh softly, a bit of surprise flickering across your face at his observation. "I just love playing, didn't think anyone actually noticed," you reply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a hint of bashfulness in your smile.
"Oh, trust me, it's hard not to notice," Sunghoon continues, his gaze steady on you, making sure you understand he's talking about more than just the music.
You giggle, feeling a mix of flattery and nervousness under his focused attention. "Well, I'm glad you think so. I'm usually just hoping I don't mess up the chords," you respond, trying to maintain a lighthearted tone, even as his compliment sends a warm flutter through you.
"Mess up? I think you could play anything and make it sound incredible," he asserts, a playful yet sincere edge to his words. His flirtatious confidence is smooth, but it's his underlying earnestness that catches you off guard, drawing an unguarded smile from you.
The conversation flows, creating a comfortable yet charged atmosphere. Your laughter comes more easily. With a playful smirk, Sunghoonâs eyes trail down your figure, appreciating the way your tight top accentuates your curves and your skirt hugs your hips and thighs. âYou look stunning,â he comments, his tone flirtatious yet respectful.
Blushing at his compliment, you giggle softly and playfully respond, âI thought I looked pretty today.â
Sunghoonâs gaze meets yours, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he leans in closer. âYou look hot,â he says, his voice dripping with desire, sending a thrill down your spine.
Your cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink as you accept Sunghoon's jacket, letting out a soft giggle that speaks volumes of your appreciation and the fluttering emotions within. "Thank you," you manage to say, your voice light and airy, tinged with a mix of gratitude and a growing warmth that has little to do with the dropping temperatures around you.
The way Sunghoon looked at you changed everything. You had noticed his eyes when you were on the stage and youâre noticing it now. The opinions you had formed about him, the guard you had meticulously built up, the walls you constructed around yourselfâall of it began to crumble the moment his gaze met yours. You found yourself inexplicably drawn towards him, a magnetic pull you couldn't resist.Â
There's just something about him.
There's something about his eyes, particularly striking, that makes it impossible for you to look away. It's as if they hold a depth of understanding and kindness, captivating you, making you feel seen and acknowledged in a way that's disarmingly comforting.
There's something about his smile, too. It's genuine, radiant even, cutting through your defenses as if they were made of paper. His smile seems to speak directly to your soul, warming you from the inside out, and making the corners of your own lips twitch upwards in response.
You can't help but admit, there's something about himâsomething undeniably compelling that makes you feel like youâre rediscovering something familiar, a connection that's both unexpected and deeply welcome.
You start to shiver, youâre not sure whether itâs because of the weather or how heâs making you feel. Sunghoon, noticing your discomfort, doesn't hesitate. He smoothly takes off his jacket and places it over your shoulders. The sudden warmth from the jacket contrasts sharply with the cool air.Â
As Sunghoon's jacket settles around your shoulders, the immediate sensation is one of warmth, the material soft against your skin. The jacket, slightly too large, feels like a hug, a protective barrier against the chill. But it's his scent that truly captivates you â infused with notes of wood and spice, subtle yet distinctly masculine.Â
Sunghoon's gaze inadvertently falls on your arm. There, slightly peeking out from under the fabric, is a tattoo that immediately captures his attention. It's a butterfly, intricately designed, its wings seemingly crafted from delicate wisps of ashes, as if it has risen, reborn from the remnants of a past life. The detail is exquisite, symbolising transformation, resilience, and the beauty of emerging stronger from challenges.
"That's... I have the same tattoo," Sunghoon reveals, his voice tinged with disbelief and a newfound depth of connection.Â
For a moment, the world seems to pause, the ambient noise of your surroundings fading into the background as you lock eyes. The eye contact is intense, itâs as if the discovery of your matching tattoos has unveiled a deeper layer of understanding, a serendipitous link that neither of you expected but both inherently feel.
The butterfly, for you, symbolizes a journey through personal trials, a testament to the strength it takes to rise anew. For Sunghoon, it represents a parallel path, a reminder of his own resilience and the transformative power of embracing change.Â
You feel a surge of heat pooling in your core as he shifts slightly, his movements drawing you in closer. âAre you okay with me showing you?â he asks, voice low and husky, dripping with seduction. It sends a rush of heat straight to your core. You narrow your eyes, confused but nod immediately, your chest tightening and your eyes firing when you realise what he means. Itâs a tattoo under his shirt, and the thought of him revealing it to you ignites a fiery desire within you.
Your heart races as you meet his gaze, your eyes smouldering with desire. With a deliberate yet sensual touch, you place your hand on his, stopping him from lifting his shirt. âDo you want to come home with me?â you whisper, surprised at how forward youâre being but this feels right. Your voice is laced with longing and need. You can feel the electricity crackling between you, the air thick with anticipation.
A wicked grin spreads across Sunghoonâs lips as he gazes at you, his eyes darkening with desire. âYou can show me then. I have a tattoo on my thigh too that I want to show you,â you add, your words sending a surge of arousal through both of you. The tension between you is palpable, the desire for each other burning hotter with every passing moment.
Ultimately, you made the first move. The walk back home was charged with an energy that couldn't be ignored, an undeniable sexual tension that seemed to pull you both closer with every step. Heated glances were exchanged, each look sending a clear message of the attraction between you.
The moment the front door clicked shut, you seized him, your fingers digging into his shirt as you pulled him into you with an urgency that bordered on desperation. His lips crashed against yours like a tidal wave, igniting a firestorm of passion that consumed you both. It was a kiss fueled by the electric charge that had crackled between you since the moment you laid eyes on each other.
His lips were like a drug, intoxicating and addictive, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through your veins. He knew exactly how to move his lips against yours, each brush and caress igniting a blaze of longing deep within you. The taste of him, a heady blend of musk and spice, lingered on your lips, driving you to explore every inch of his mouth.
His tongue traced the outline of your lips with a teasing flick, coaxing them to part with an insistence. His tongue delved deep into the recesses of your mouth, seeking out every hidden corner with an eager hunger. Your tongues tangled together with a longing that left you both breathless. With each stroke and caress, the intensity of the kiss grew.Â
His arms encircled your waist, pulling you impossibly close until there was no space between you, his body pressing against yours with a delicious urgency. You tangled your fingers in his hair, each touch and pull of his hair igniting a wildfire of need within you.
As you stumbled blindly through the room, knocking over objects in your path, you couldn't bring yourself to care about the mess you left in your wake. You knocked over one of your lego sets, one that took endless hours to build but in that moment, all that mattered was kissing him, the taste of him on your lips, and the overwhelming need that consumed you both.
Sunghoonâs hands are rough and eager as he rips your top off, the fabric tearing with a satisfying sound that echoes in the room. He wastes no time in unzipping your mini skirt, but the tightness proves to be a challenge. You both share a moment of laughter, the sound muffled by your desperate kisses, as he struggles to pull it down your legs.Â
Giggles mix with moans as you continue to ravage each other. You dragged him impossibly closer, as if trying to meld your bodies together into one. His arms wrapped around you, his hands roaming over your back and shoulders, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
You detach your lips for just a moment, recapturing your breath, then you leap into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifted you effortlessly off the ground. The sensation of his body against yours was electrifying. Your breath mingled with his, hot and heavy against each otherâs mouths as you panted and moaned.Â
"Who's home?" he breathes out, desperation lacing his words, a different side of him emerging with a heavier, more urgent tone.
"No one. Just us," you reply, your voice a low, throaty moan, thick with desire.
You've heard Chaeyoung talk about her experiences with him, listened to her descriptions of how it felt to fuck him. You knew more about what you were getting yourself into than you let on. She had mentioned how he was softer in the beginning, but that wasn't what you wanted.
"I don't want you to hold back. I don't want you to be soft," you pant out, the words dripping with raw need and insatiable longing. "I want you to fuck me like you mean it," you demand, your voice husky with desire, your eyes blazing with primal hunger.
In response, he lets out a low, primal moan, almost a growl, that resonates deep within you, setting your senses ablaze and igniting a fire in the depths of your core.
He throws you onto the bed, a rush of exhilaration coursing through you as you land with a soft thud. His lips remain locked with yours, refusing to break the connection as he positions himself on top of you.
With a fierce determination, he discards your lace bra and thong, his hands moving with precision and purpose. As you lay exposed before him, you feel the heat in his eyes, a primal desire burning bright as he admires every inch of your bare form. His growl of appreciation sends shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that can only be quenched by his touch.
Between kisses, he whispers, "You don't know how much I've wanted to see every inch of your skin like this," his tone heavy with longing and anticipation. His lips continue their exploration, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. He murmurs, "I've been thinking about you all night long,"
Between kisses, he whispers, "Thinking about how you'd moan my name as I take every inch of you," his tone heavy with longing and anticipation. "The feeling of your body underneath mine, how it would arch and tremble," he continues, his breath hot against your skin. "Feeling your tight pussy gripping me.â He confesses, his words sending a surge of heat straight to your core.Â
Your whimper, feeling utterly speechless, yet you manage to muster one pleading request. "Take your clothes off," you whine, pouting as the realisation sinks in that he remains fully clothed against your bare skin.Â
He responds with a shake of his head, a smile dancing on his lips. "Not now," he murmurs before returning his focus to admiring every inch of your body. "You're so fucking pretty," he purrs, his voice low and husky with desire as he drinks in the sight of you. He groans softly, unable to resist the magnetic pull of your beauty, longing to taste every inch of your skin.
His body presses down against yours with unyielding force, the weight of him grounding you to the mattress. You can feel every contour of his form pressing into you, every muscle tense with desire as he hungrily devours you.
The sensation of him against you is overwhelming, a reminder of his presence as he presses closer, leaving no space between you. Your breath hitches when you feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock rubbing against your thigh, igniting a fire of need within you.
As his lips trail from yours to your neck, he leaves a trail of hot, wet kisses in his wake. Each touch leaves behind a mark of his possession, a hickey to brand you as his own in the heat of the moment.
As his lips trail from yours to your neck, he leaves a scorching path of hot, wet kisses in his wake. His kisses are possessive and rough, each touch a declaration of his dominance as he claims you as his own. With each press of his lips against your skin, he leaves behind a red mark of his possession, his lips tugging at your skin with a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, leaving behind teeth marks that throb with a sensation that borders on ecstasy.
With a lingering kiss that sets your senses ablaze, he teases your lips before trailing down your body with determined intent. Each movement is deliberate, sending shivers of anticipation down your spine.
As he reaches your nipples, he captures them between his lips with a hunger that leaves you breathless. His tongue dances across your sensitive peaks, tracing intricate patterns before swirling around them in long, languid strokes. The sensation is electric, igniting a firestorm of desire deep within you as he sucks and licks with an insatiable hunger.
"Fuck," you moan, your voice dripping with need as he drives you wild with pleasure. "Sunghoon," you urge, your fingers grasping at his hair as you lose yourself in the overwhelming sensation.
"Harder," you demand, your voice laced with desperation as you beg for more of his intoxicating touch. "I need you to make me cum," you whimper, your body arching towards him as he complies with your wishes, his movements growing more urgent with each passing moment and you canât help but feel his smirk against your skin.Â
With every tug of his hair, you feel a surge of pleasure coursing through you, intensifying the already overwhelming sensation of his mouth on your nipples. As he trails scorching kisses down your body, every touch sets your skin ablaze with desire, leaving a trail of heat in his wake. His lips linger over every inch of your flesh, igniting a firestorm of need that consumes you from within.
"That's it, good girl, cum for me," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a sultry whisper that sends shivers down your spine. His head rests against your thigh, his gaze locked with yours as he watches you with dazed eyes, the intensity of his stare driving you wild with desire.
"Keep your eyes on me when you cum," he demands, his voice low and deep, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through you. You whimper in response, your hands trembling as you remove them from covering your face, laying them by your sides as your orgasm approaches rapidly.
As he locks his hands with yours, his touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, his fingers coaxing and guiding you towards ecstasy. "Cum all over my tongue, pretty girl, can you do that for me?" he urges, his voice a husky growl that ignites a firestorm of need deep within you.
As the tension coils tighter within you, you feel your release building, a primal urge threatening to consume you entirely. With a tight grip on his hands, you surrender to the overwhelming sensation, your body trembling with anticipation.
The pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, your senses overwhelmed as you feel yourself spiraling into ecstasy. Behind closed eyelids, flashes of intense pleasure dance across your vision, colors swirling in a sensation.
He smashes his lips against yours, the kiss suffocating but so hot and heated that it sends a jolt of desire coursing through your veins. As he breaks away from the kiss, his words hang in the air, a response to the desire you had expressed earlier.
You notice a shift in him, a different look in his eyes that sends a thrill of excitement down your spine. There's a hot, intense side to him that you hadn't expected, a side that turns you on more than you could have imagined.
âHow do you want me to fuck you?â Sunghoon whispers huskily, his lips trailing languid kisses all over your face.Â
His gaze softens with anticipation as he waits for your response, and you find yourself ready to comply. You nod eagerly, but he just tuts, wanting a clear answer.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he says, his voice a mixture of softness and anticipation, contrasting with the demanding tone in his voice. He's really asking you? You hadn't expected this, never experienced this level of openness and desire before.
"I - I..." you begin, stumbling over your words, unsure how to articulate your deepest desires.
"Baby, don't hold back," he tuts gently, his index finger resting at the bottom of your chin, keeping your gaze locked on his.
"Don't laugh at me," you pout.Â
"Why would I do that?" His voice deepens, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he reassures you with his words.
 "I - I want you to be rough," you finally admit, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want you to slap me, choke me, spit on me. I don't want you to be gentle. I want to see if you live up to the hype of being this 'sex god' that everyone claims you are. I - just do whatever you want to me. Use me and control me."
Your confession leaves you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest as you await his reaction. You gasp in shock at your own words, your eyes widening in disbelief at the boldness of your desires. But as you look into his eyes, you see nothing but desire and hunger reflected back at you, fueling the fire of anticipation burning between you.
His movements are confident and commanding as he grips your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. You dare not look away, captivated by the raw desire burning in his eyes. With his other hand, he traces the curves of your body, his touch rough and demanding, igniting a fire within you.
As his fingers trail lower, teasing your already sensitive peaks, you gasp at the electrifying sensation. A low growl escapes his lips as he feels how wet you already are, his finger slipping effortlessly into your eager heat.
âFuck, youâre already dripping?â he murmurs, his voice laced with desire and disbelief. âI havenât even touched you yet, needy slut.âÂ
You moan as his fingers slide effortlessly into your eager heat, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure racing through your body. He doesn't hold back, pushing deeper with each thrust, stretching you to accommodate his every movement. The rough pads of his fingertips brush against your sensitive walls, igniting a firestorm of desire deep within you. You arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely, craving more of his intoxicating touch.
He adds another finger, and then another, the stretch deliciously overwhelming as he fills you completely. You can feel the pressure building, the tight coil of pleasure threatening to unravel at any moment. His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more urgent and relentless as he drives you closer to the edge. You can't help but cry out, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.
With each stroke, he pushes you closer and closer to the brink, until finally, you shatter into a million pieces, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you succumb to the overwhelming pleasure he's given you.
"I want you to eat me out â" you manage to breathe out, your voice trembling with anticipation and need.
With a hungry glint in his eyes, Sunghoon positions you just how he likes, spreading your legs wide as he settles between them. His touch is demanding, yet precise, as he dips his fingers between your slick folds, reveling in the wetness that greets him. Already, he's moved his head down, and you eagerly cage it between your thighs, your breath hitching in anticipation.
Throwing your legs around his shoulders, you pull him closer, urging him to delve deeper. And delve he does, his tongue tracing intricate patterns along your throbbing heat, each stroke sending jolts of electricity coursing through your body. There's no gentleness in his approach; he's forceful, relentless, determined to devour you whole.
He attacks your clit with fervor, his tongue flicking against it with a ferocity that leaves you gasping for air. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place as he intensifies his assault, his head bobbing between your legs as he drives you to the brink of ecstasy.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he growls against your sensitive flesh, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. He's not content until you're a writhing mess beneath him, lost in a sea of pleasure that only he can provide.
Your moans fill the room, broken and desperate, as he takes you higher and higher, pushing you closer to the brink with each skilled stroke of his tongue. But just as you close your eyes to savour the moment, his hand comes down hard on your pussy, giving you a sharp slap. "I told you to look at me when you cum," he growls, his voice a commanding presence that leaves you breathless. You let out a moan, not expecting to be so turned on by this. It sends shockwaves of pleasure radiating through you.Â
With a small nod, you oblige, opening your eyes to meet his gaze, letting him see the raw, unbridled desire written across your face. You're completely at his mercy, your body aching with need as he continues to devour you with his mouth.
He sucks dry every last drop of your pleasure, his praises ringing in your ears like a symphony of desire.Â
He presses his lips against your throbbing core with a mouthy and wet kiss. "Good girl," he murmurs, his words a soothing balm to your fractured senses. "Such a pretty cunt," he adds, his voice a husky growl as he admires your pussy.Â
And as you come down from the dizzying heights of ecstasy, you're left panting and trembling in his arms, completely spent and utterly satisfied.Â
As Sunghoon pulls back from devouring you, his eyes blaze with unquenchable desire, hungry for more of you. Your body trembles with anticipation, aching for his touch as you meet his intense gaze, silently begging for him to fulfill your craving.
âPlease, Sunghoon,â you plead, your voice thick with need, your fingers grasping at the sheets beneath you. âI need you inside me.â His grin is wicked, a mirror of your own desire, as he savors your desperation, relishing the power he holds over you.
âYou want me to fuck you, baby?â he purrs, the husky timbre of his voice sending shivers down your spine.
You nod fervently, a smile tugging at your lips as your hands reach for his top, swiftly pulling it over his head. Your fingers trace over his bare chest and abs, the sight of his toned physique eliciting a gasp of admiration. His chest and abs glisten in the dim light, sculpted to perfection, each muscle defined with precision.Â
Your breath hitches with each passing moment, the ache between your legs growing more insistent with every heartbeat. Fingers trembling, you reach for his belt, your urgency evident in the way you fumble with the buckle. With a swift motion, he pulls it down himself, his boxers following suit, revealing his hardened length. You gasp at the sight, your eyes fixated on his cock as you reach out instinctively. He groans in response, his voice strained with desire as he warns, "Don't, baby. I won't last."
With a primal growl, he positions himself between your parted thighs, his throbbing cock poised at your entrance, close yet agonisingly out of reach. You can see it in his eyes, and the way he's looking at you, he's going to go soft despite his earlier promises of roughness.Â
As you express your disappointment with a soft whine, he silences you with a gentle shake of his head. "Trust me, baby, I'm big," he whispers in a husky tone, his words sending a thrill through you.
"I don't care. I still want you to be rough with me," you assert, your desire palpable in your voice.
He shakes his head once more. âYou don't want me to be too rough for the first time," he explains softly, his eyes filled with tenderness. "Maybe next time," he adds with a teasing wink, prolonging the anticipation as he plays with your desires.
As his lips crash against yours in a breathy kiss, a symphony of moans escapes from the depths of your souls, mingling in the air like sweet melodies of desire. Each touch of his lips against yours ignites a fire within, sending sparks of electricity dancing across your skin. With every exhale, you both moan into each otherâs mouth.Â
He backs away from your lips too early for your liking. With a devious glint in his eyes, he teases, testing your patience and leaving you craving more.Â
You grow increasingly impatient when he doesnât move, he smirks, heâs teasing you, testing your patience. Your whimpers become more urgent with each passing moment. âPlease,â you beg for any type of movementÂ
But he continues to toy with you, his smirk widening as he revels in your desperation. âI donât know, should I let you have my cock?â he taunts, his voice dripping with desire and dominance.Â
You deadpan. âYour cock is literally inside of my vagina right nowââ
âDo you really think you deserve it?â he says, his voice low and dark, sending shivers down your spine.
You roll your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips as you match his tone. You find yourself enjoying the charged atmosphere, how comfortable it feels with him. You find yourself holding back a grin. "I bet you're not even that big," you retort.Â
âOh?â he says, a smirk playing on his lips as he closes the distance between you, his gaze burning with intensity.
As he thrusts into you with relentless force, you feel an overwhelming mix of pleasure and discomfort wash over you. His cock is so thick, stretching you to your limits with each deep penetration. You whimper, struggling to adjust to his size, but he shows no mercy, drilling into you with undefeated determination.
His movements are harsh and unforgiving, his hips driving forward with brutal force as he claims you as his own. Each thrust sends shockwaves through your body, leaving you trembling with need. You moan uncontrollably, unable to form coherent words as he pounds into you relentlessly.
âYouâre so big,â you manage to gasp out between ragged breaths, your words breathy with a hint of disbelief in your voice as you feel him filling you completely. But his response is cold and mocking.
âYou were talking so much shit earlier,â he sneers, his voice dripping with contempt. âNow stay there and fucking take it.â
As his hips collide with yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, a rhythmic symphony of lust and desire. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, your moans echoing off the walls as you surrender to the raw intensity of his touch.
He fucks you with a primal urgency, his movements rough and demanding as he claims you as his own. His cock drives into you with relentless force, stretching you to your limits and filling you completely with each deep penetration. You can feel every inch of him inside you, his hardness pressing against your most sensitive spots and sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you.
His cock pounds into you relentlessly, driving deep into your slick heat with each forceful thrust. You can feel every inch of him stretching you, pushing you to your limits as he claims you as his own. The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that only serves to fuel your desire for more. âMore,â you gasp, your voice barely a whisper.
"Beg for it, beg for my cock deeper inside you," he commands, his voice dripping with desire and dominance. As his words hang in the air, you feel his hands gripping your thighs, pulling your legs around his waist. With a swift movement, he positions you exactly how he wants, allowing for deeper penetration and intensifying the sensations between you. This change in angle sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body, pushing you both to new heights of ecstasy. With each thrust, he buries himself deeper inside you, his cock filling you completely as you cling to him, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment.
"Harder, please," you plead, your voice trembling with need as you yearn for him to give you everything he's got. Your body craves the intensity of his touch, the roughness of his thrusts driving you wild with desire. You arch your back, offering yourself up to him completely, desperate for him to take you to the brink of ecstasy and beyond.
He obliges, increasing the tempo of his thrusts, his movements becoming more urgent as he drives himself deeper into you. The sound of your moans fills the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin, loud moans and your headboard creaking.Â
With each merciless thrust, your body succumbs to the relentless assault, every movement driving you closer to the brink of ecstasy. The raw power of his domination leaves you breathless, your senses consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he bestows upon you. You teeter on the edge of climax, every nerve ending ablaze with desire, craving release like never before.
âIâm gonna cum,â you moan desperately, your plea echoing through the room, but instead of granting you release, he chuckles darkly, a sinister sound that sends a shiver down your spine.Â
With a cruel twist, he wrenches his cock back, the abrupt movement sending a jolt of pain coursing through you. His gaze is unforgiving, a menacing glint in his eyes as he stares down at you, relishing in your torment. Your whimpers of protest only fuel his cruel pleasure, a smirk playing on his lips as he revels in your frustration.
âYou were talking so much shit earlier,â he taunts, his voice dripping with contempt as he watches you squirm beneath him. âDo you think you deserve to cum?â His words are like daggers, each one laced with venom as he taunts and belittles you, his dominance asserting itself with every syllable. âOnly good girls deserve to cum.âÂ
Sunghoonâs anger is palpable as he flips you onto your back, the force of his movement taking you by surprise. Your heart races with anticipation, knowing that his roughness is a sign of his frustration. You can feel the tension in the air as he shifts you onto all fours, his movements primal and commanding.
âSpread your legs wider,â he demands, his tone brooking no argument. âThatâs it,â he murmurs.Â
With a primal growl, he positions himself between your legs, his grip on your hips firm and unyielding. âHold onto the headboard,â he orders, his voice commanding obedience. You obey without hesitation, your nails digging into the wood as he takes you from behind.
Each forceful thrust elicits a gasp from your lips, the intensity of his desire overwhelming your senses. âYou like it rough, donât you?â he taunts, his words punctuated by the sound of skin slapping against skin. âTell me how much you want it,â he demands, his voice rough with desire.
In the heat of the moment, his anger fuels his actions, his movements rough and unyielding. As he fills you completely, youâre overwhelmed by the sensation, your senses flooded with pleasure. Gasping for air, youâre left breathless, the intensity of his desire consuming you.
Each powerful thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, driving you further toward the edge of ecstasy. Your ass meets his thighs with each forceful movement, the impact sending a shiver down your spine. He takes advantage of your vulnerability, delivering sharp slaps to your pussy, each one igniting a fire within you.
With a forceful grip, he fists your hair back, tilting your head upwards to expose your neck to him. He leaves bruises and hickies along your skin, marking you as his own. His grip tightens, asserting his control over you, his hands roaming possessively over your body.
With a firm grip on your hips, he dictates the rhythm of his thrusts, each one a testament to his dominance. Your arms are held in place, you're left feeling exposed, entirely at his mercy. âI could fuck you like this forever,â he muses in a dark whisperÂ
As he relentlessly pounds into you, his cock stretching you beyond your limits, tears well up in your eyes. The sheer force of his thrusts drives you to the brink of madness, each movement sending waves of both pleasure and pain rippling through your body.
âYou really thought you could handle me?â he taunts, his voice dripping with disdain as he continues to ravage you without mercy. His words cut through you like a knife, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath his intense gaze.
Despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, thereâs a perverse sense of pleasure that accompanies the pain and humiliation. You find yourself surrendering to him completely, lost in the primal rhythm of his thrusts and the raw power he exudes.
Your cries mingle with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the room filled with the symphony of your shared desire. âThatâs it,â he growls, his voice low and menacing. âTake it allâ
Each thrust drives you closer to the edge of sanity, your body trembling with the exquisite torment of his rough ministrations. The pleasure-pain dichotomy consumes you entirely, leaving you lost in a haze of ecstasy and agony.
You feel completely overwhelmed by him, your senses drowning in the intoxicating cocktail of desire and desperation. The need to please him at any cost drives you to new heights of submission, your every thought and action dedicated to his satisfaction.
His reaction is one of twisted satisfaction, his grin a sinister reflection of the dominance he wields over you. He takes perverse pleasure in your tears, viewing them as a testament to his power and control. With each sob that escapes your lips, he revels in the knowledge that he holds your very soul in his hands, a willing captive to his every whim.
âI-Iâm so close,â you gasp out between ragged breaths, your voice trembling with desperation. âPlease, let me cum.â
His response is immediate and commanding. His hands wrap around your throat with a firm grip. As he tightens his hold, you feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, intensifying the sensations overwhelming your body. At the same time, his other hand delivers a sharp, stinging spank to your cheek, sending a jolt of mixed pleasure and pain radiating through you.
âYou donât get to cum until I say so,â he growls, his voice low and authoritative. âRemember that.â
"Please," you beg, your voice strained with desperation. "I need you to cum inside me. Fill me up."Â
His resolve breaks at your plea, his control slipping as he gives in. Sunghoon ravages you mercilessly, his own release momentarily forgotten as he focuses solely on driving you to the brink of pleasure. His hands roam over your trembling body, his touch igniting sparks of electricity that dance along your skin. He holds you close and with one final thrust, he sends you hurtling over the edge into blissful oblivion.
As the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. Your body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alive with sensation. With a primal cry, you shatter into a million pieces, your orgasm consuming you completely. Waves of pleasure crash over you, leaving you gasping for air as you ride the euphoric high.
Shortly after, with a primal roar, he releases inside you, his hot seed flooding your depths as you both reach the peak of ecstasy together. Waves of pleasure wash over you, leaving you breathless and sated in each other's embrace.
He removes his cock from you, a mixture of wetness and cum slipping out in its wake. With a firm grip, he manhandles you, turning you around to face him. His touch is surprisingly gentle, a complete contrast to the roughness with which he just fucked you. Using his thumb, he wipes away the mascara trailing down your face, his expression softening as he takes in your fucked-out appearance.Â
Your eyelids droop with exhaustion, but before you can succumb to sleep, he speaks with a gentleness that catches you off guard. "Don't sleep just yet. I need to get you cleaned up." The difference in his tone leaves you feeling dizzy and confused, his soft eyes meeting yours.
Later on, youâre all cleaned up, thanks to him running a bath for you and cleaning your body with your favorite scent of soap. There were lingering kisses and massages, and he even sat in the bath with you, sharing in the intimacy of the moment. Now, youâre in your pajamas, feeling cozy and comfortable, then he asks if he can stay. Itâs late so you nod in agreement. That was the only reason. He settles onto your bed, his eyes closing with a contented smile.
But suddenly, you get up, breaking the serene atmosphere. âI need to clean the apartment,â you declare, and he laughs at first, thinking itâs a joke. However, his expression turns serious when he realises youâre not joking.
âDid the four positions and the five times I made you cum not make you sleepy?â He questions from behind you.Â
You turn to him, shaking your head. âIt was not four ââ
You feel the heat rising to your cheeks as he lists them off. âMissionary, from the back and then against the wall in the shower. You also rode my cock in the shower.â His words send a shiver down your spine and you gulp. Where did this sex drive come from?Â
âI just counted, and I made you cum six times,â he adds with a satisfied grin.
You roll your eyes. âDo you count the amount of times youâve made a girl cum for every girl you sleep with?âÂ
He winks, his voice bringing chills to your spine. âOnly you.âÂ
As he leans down beside you, your heart skips a beat. âWhat do you need help with?â he asks, his gaze locking deeply with yours. Despite the tired lines etched on his face, he alludes such an effortless attractiveness. He was incredibly magnetising and radiant, basking in a sex afterglow.
Your voice is soft and gentle as you speak. âWe dropped so many lego sets⊠I could do with some help putting them back together.â
He smiles warmly and nods, his tired eyes twinkling with affection. "Let's do it."
As you both delve into the intricate world of Lego, your fingers deftly reassembling the scattered pieces, you find yourself opening up to Sunghoon in a way you never have before.
âYou know⊠no one ever wants to build them with me, this is quite surprising,â you admit, your eyes fixated on the task at hand.
He hums in response, his attention fully captured by your words. âItâs not common for people in their 20s to be into Lego,â he remarks, his tone tinged with curiosity.
As you delve into the details of your Lego collection, Sunghoonâs genuine interest shines through. He listens intently as you recount the origins of each set, marking the first time youâve shared this hobby so thoroughly. âI got this one from a fair I went to when I was 12, my uncle got me this one, Nayoung got me this one,â you explain, a nostalgic smile playing on your lips.
His curiosity peaks as he spots a rare Lego set on your shelf, one he surprisingly recognizes by name. âHow the fuck did you get that one?â he asks, pointing directly at it.
You respond with a deadpan expression, âI camped out at 3am in the winter to get it.â The absurdity of the situation hits both of you at once, sparking uncontrollable laughter.
Sunghoon, catching his breath, manages to say, âTough,â with a mix of admiration and amusement in his voice.
âDid anyone get you this one?â Sunghoon points at a very rare and expensive set, his eyes glowing with awe. Itâs one that was already made, one of your prized possessions, you were glad it was still in tact.Â
You giggle, a smile lighting up your face as you give him the go-ahead to touch it. You donât let anyone touch your Lego collection. Especially that set.Â
An immediate smile lights up your face, and you nod. âSunwoo got me that one,â you say, relishing the memory. It was one of his random gifts, one that cheered you up when you needed it most.
âKim Sunwoo? Youâre friends with him?â Sunghoonâs curiosity peaks, his surprise at the mention of Sunwoo not shocking you.
You nod. âMy best friend.â
âYou seem really different from each other,â Sunghoon observes.
âWe are,â you agree. Itâs a common observation, one that youâve heard countless times before. Sunwoo spends his time getting high and indulging in casual sex; heâs the ultimate fuck boy. But despite his wild ways, heâs also your best friend. Heâs intense, but you need him in your life. âPeople say opposites attract, we balance each other out well. Plus, Iâve known him since we were kids.â
âAre you trying to tell me that you donât spend your time getting laid because the things you were doing when we were fucking⊠it takes experience to ââ
You interject with a soft whisper, âIâm not a virgin.â You anticipate a reaction from him, but he surprises you by simply smiling and nodding in acknowledgment.
âIt was clear when I was fucking you,â he explains calmly, âI could tell it wasnât your first time.â
Your laughter fills the room, accompanied by a blush coloring your cheeks. âItâs just that thereâs a ridiculous rumor that goes around that Iâm some Christian girl whoâs waiting until marriage and that Iâm untouched when itâs not true.â
Sunghoonâs curiosity persists. âWhy did that rumor start?â
Shrugging slightly, you respond, âI donât even know⊠I guess people just see me as a quiet and shy person and automatically equate that to me being innocent and clueless. Iâm very private; I keep my sexual life on the low. I donât gossip about it or talk about things like that openly, even to my closest friends. Theyâre my best friends, so they know Iâve had sex before, but they still join in on the joke that Iâm a Christian virgin just to wind me up.â
As Sunghoon hums thoughtfully, you sense his presence beside you, his silence speaking volumes. Despite not responding verbally, you know he's listening intently, absorbing every word you say. His attentive demeanour reassures you, reminding you that he's there, fully engaged in the conversation. It's a rare quality that you appreciate, his ability to be present and attentive without the need for constant verbal affirmation.Â
âWhy did you start playing bass?â Sunghoonâs question catches you off guard, his gaze lingering on the eccentric blue bass in the corner of the room in a way that makes your head spin.
You canât help but giggle at his curiosity. âI was kinda forced to, actually.â
âReally?â His surprise is evident in his voice.
You nod, recalling how Sunwoo had roped you into joining his band. âItâs Sunwooâs band, and he needed a bass player. He decided it was going to be me, so he taught me how to play. Heâs very serious about his band, you know. His major is music, so it makes sense. Sunwooâs good at everything. He can sing, rap, dance, and play any instrument. Iâm the bassist in the band, but heâs better than me at playing it.â
Sunghoon shakes his head with a smile. âDonât say that. Youâre such a natural at playing bass.â
You offer him a grateful smile in return, touched by his compliment.
âI didnât see Sunwoo at the gig, though,â Sunghoon observes, his gaze lingering on your face.
âOr Winter,â you add, a burst of laughter escaping your lips. Sunghoonâs eyebrow quirks up in confusion.
âSheâs our main vocalist and plays piano. She wasnât there either because Sunwoo was balls deep inside of her,â you explain, amusement evident in your voice. âSheâs our fifth main vocalist, and weâre probably gonna need to replace her soon. Sunwoo keeps fucking the main vocalists in the band, and they always leave because it makes everything awkward and tense.â
Sunghoon shakes his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. âSounds like him.â
You nod in agreement, a knowing look passing between you. âHe canât keep his fucking cock in his pants. Always has to go fuck the woman in the group.â
Sunghoon chuckles in response, the sound warm and genuine.
You and Sunghoon have been talking for what felt like hours.
The ease of conversation made it feel like you've known each other for much longer. You didnât expect to have so much in common with him, you didnât expect the conversation to flow as smoothly as it did, you also didnât expect for him to actually stay, especially after you had finished having sex.
His confidence and appeal enhance the atmosphere. Sunghoon's casual demeanor sets the tone the moment he begins to speak, his confidence is almost dripping from him, as if it's part of the very air around him. He's got this cool, laid-back vibe that's utterly captivating, standing here in your apartment as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
Sunghoon's gaze holds yours, an unspoken intensity lingering in the way he looks at you. There's an undeniable attractiveness in his focus, in the deliberate way he gives you his undivided attention. Each time he listens, it's with an intensity that makes the moment stretch, filling it with an undeniable tension.Â
His eyes, expressive and deep, seem to capture and reflect every flicker of emotion, making the connection between you feel both electrifying and profoundly intimate. His smile, when it breaks, is like a slow dawn, gradually illuminating his features and warming the space between you.
You bond about little things but in retrospect they were big, they were such specific and unique things, things that were so special to you.
You give him a tour of your apartment, showing him around with a sense of pride. Each room holds a piece of you, and youâre eager to share it with him. As you lead him through the space, you point out your prized possessions, sharing the stories behind each one.
âThis is where I keep my vinyl collection,â you explain, gesturing towards a shelf filled with records. He pauses, running his fingers over the sleek covers with a sense of appreciation.
âYour taste is⊠amazing.âÂ
He believes in those words even more when you show him your book collection, you're surprised to find that Sunghoon has read them all. You point out one of the most important books to you, âA Thousand Splendid Sunsâ and as you're about to recite your favourite line, he says it at the same time as you. âOne could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.â you both say in unison, the words echoing in the room.
The eye contact that follows is strong and intense, making you feel weak in the knees. You want to look away, but you can't tear your gaze from his. He's captivating, and in that moment, you feel a magnetic connection that transcends words.
You sit surrounded by your closest friends in a secluded corner of the student lounge. You and Eunji are working on university assignments and projects, both studying musical arts. The steady hum of youthful chatter and the clatter of laptop keys fail to distract you. Youâre here but youâre not really here. The noise around you fades into the background as thoughts of Sunghoon consume your mind every time you close your eyes.Â
Your mind relentlessly replays the sensation of Sunghoon's lips against yours, the way his hands explored every inch of your body, and the intensity in his eyes as he gazed at you. The memory of his touch lingers, leaving you dazed and confused. And then there's his cock, thick and pulsating with desire, the mere thought of it sending a shiver down your spine. It's as if his presence has etched itself into every corner of your mind, dominating your thoughts and leaving little room for anything else.
You try to push the memories aside, to focus on the task at hand, but it's no use. His image, his touch, his presence, his lipsâit all feels so real. To make matters worse, Eric and Nayoung keep probing and probing.Â
âY/N!!!!!â Nayoung interrupts your thoughts. âAre you ready to tell us what happened last night?â she asks with a mischievous wink, raising her eyebrows suggestively, and you immediately understand the implication. You discretely shush her, promising to tell her later, not wanting to draw attention, but nothing ever slips past Ericâs sharp eyes.
As youâre grappling with the weight of your previous conversation, Sunwoo walks in, offering what you hope might be a timely distraction.
The moment he enters, you shoot him an accusatory glare. âYou left me and Eric stranded yesterday! We had to find two people willing to perform with us last minute,â you scold, your frustration evident in your tone.
Sunwoo shrugs nonchalantly. âYeah, I was balls deep inside of Ryujin,â he says casually, as if itâs the most normal thing in the world.
You turn to him, tutting and shaking your head in disbelief. But deep down, youâre not truly surprised. âReally? Again?â you sigh, knowing all too well the consequences of Sunwooâs actions.
Ryujin, the lead vocalist and keyboard player in your band, was now the latest victim of Sunwooâs need of fucking the lead vocalists. It has become a recurring theme in your bandâs history. Sunwoo's habit of sleeping with the lead vocalists inevitably leads to their departure from the band, as they realize he's only interested in a fling without any emotional attachment.
There had been four lead vocalists before Ryujin who had left for the same reason, and now she was the fifth. It was a cycle that seemed impossible to break, it was annoying but it was pretty funny.Â
âPay up,â Eric demands, holding out the money jar to Sunwoo. With a roll of his eyes, Sunwoo begrudgingly adds a ÂŁ5 note to the jar, another contribution to Ericâs growing collection of Sunwooâs indiscretions.
Sunwoo lets out a deep sigh, his head tilting back against the cool wall with a suggestive noise thatâs entirely inappropriate for 8 AM on a Monday morning. Heâs always horny, he was missing Ryujin, missing her pussy.Â
The brief distraction provided by Sunwooâs antics quickly fades as Eric, always persistent, picks up the previous line of questioning. He laughs loudly, turning to face you with an expression that feels a bit too much like an interrogation. You brace yourself, knowing exactly where heâs heading with this.
Eric lets out a loud laugh, turning to you like it was an an interrogation, letting you know he wouldnât drop it you instantly know what heâs going to say. âWhere did you run off to after the gig?â he questions, but before you can respond, he answers for you. âI did see a certain Park Sunghoon checking you out.â
Silence fills the room, and then Nayoung screams in excitement. âThey fucked!!! They had sex!!! Look, itâs all over Y/Nâs face, sheâs practically basking in the afterglow of Park Sunghoonâs massive cock.â
The room erupts into laughter, and you can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment as everyone turns their attention to you, leaving you wishing for the floor to swallow you whole.
You groan and sit there silently, wearing a defeated expression as Eric and Nayoung exchange comments and jokes, teasing you mercilessly. Sunwoo, however, remains silent, his expression unreadable as always, leaving you feeling perplexed by his demeanour.
He turns to face you subtly, and all he says is, âReally?â before breaking into a smirk.
You shoot Sunwoo a deadpan look. âYouâre not allowed to judge me. You keep fucking our lead vocalists out of the group!â
As Sunwoo is about to defend himself, Ericâs playfulÂ
smirk and words cut him off. âHey, missed a spot?â he quips, at first you narrow your eyes in confusion but then you gulp when you realise heâs talking about the concealer on your neck. A suggestive grin plays on his lips. âNeed some help covering up all those hickeys Sunghoon left all over your neck? Iâm sure Nayoung has some concealer in her bag.âÂ
You shoot him a warning look, shushing him with a nervous glance around the room. âKeep it down, Eric,â you hiss, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. âPeople could be listening.â
Nayoung, always one to push boundaries, takes it a step further. âHey, do you need to order a new bed frame?â she asks innocently, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. âIâm sure yours has broken after Sunghoon fucked you in it all night long.âÂ
Eric's teasing hits a nerve, and you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks. "Seriously though, I heard that you were moaning like a bitch in heat," he says with a sly grin, his words laced with mischief.
You roll your eyes, trying to brush off his remarks. "You weren't even there," you retort, hoping to shut down the conversation before it escalates any further.
But Eric wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Oh, did you want me to be there? To watch?" he asks, his tone playful yet suggestive. "I didn't have you down as a kinky bitch, Y/N," he adds with a smirk, clearly enjoying getting under your skin.
You huff in frustration. "Oh? You don't want me to watch but to join in? I'm down! And so is Sunghoon, I heard he lost his virginity to not one girl but two girls... at the same time," Eric continues, his grin widening at the shocked expression on your face.
Nayoung joins in with a chuckle, adding fuel to the fire. "That's not true, he lost it to Arin. But he's had multiple threesomes and orgies," she chimes in, somehow knowing everything about everyone. She even knew who you had lost your virginity to even though you had sworn to keep it a secret.Â
âThatâs not true, he lost it to Arin. But heâs been in plenty of threesomes and orgies too,â Nayoung drops casually, her knowledge of everyoneâs secrets almost uncanny. She even knew about your first time, despite your best efforts to keep it private.
âArin?â you respond, taken aback. âIsnât she the one from our classes with that angelic voice?âÂ
âYeah she studied music and sheâs also a bitch,â Nayoung doesnât hold back.
You huff. âReally? She looks quite sweet.âÂ
âSheâs got talent, sure, but sheâs like a snake. All sweet to your face then she strikes when youâre not looking,â she continues with a grimace.
âYouâre just pissed because after you fucked Sunghoon, he ghosted you,â Sunwoo chimes in, unable to resist teasing her.
âWhy did he ghost you?â you ask, intrigued by the drama unfolding.
âBecause he went back to fucking Arin,â Nayoung says, a hint of bitterness in her voice.
You scratch your neck, ignoring this sinking feeling. âDid they ever actually date?â
Nayoung shrugs. âI donât think they dated, just fucked. But sheâs been the one constant in his bed. Seems like theyâre casual fuck buddies, on and off whenever it suits them.â
Sunwooâs expression catches you off guard, his eyebrows arching in genuine confusion. âY/N? Are you jealous?â he probes, clearly trying to understand your reaction.
Quick to dispel any misconceptions, you respond firmly, making sure thereâs no room for doubt. âNo! We only had sex, nothing else. Thereâs nothing to be jealous over,â you assert, hoping to shut down any further speculation about your feelings towards the situation.
However you canât supress the swirls of discomfort and confusion inside you, unsettling you more than you'd like to admit. Arinâs history with Sunghoon, something intense and vaguely defined, gnaws at your peace, leaving you to wonder about the legitimacy of your feelings. Was it valid for you to even be jealous?Â
But as these thoughts churn, the lounge's doors swing open, and a group of engineering students enters, breaking your inward spiral. Sunghoon is among them, still dressed in his work attireâan apron dusted from a practical session, and a tool belt loosely hanging around his hips. The engineering gear marks a stark contrast against the casual styles of your graphic tee and jeans, emphasising the divide between your worlds.
Your eyes instinctively find him as he walks in. He's laughing with his friends, completely at ease, seemingly untouched by the intense sex you had just hours ago. He looks so calm, so put together. It's as if he's able to effortlessly recompose himself, while you're still reeling from the memories and his touch. Itâs as if the night you shared was just another ordinary event for him.Â
As Sunghoon adjusts his apron, a simple yet deliberate action, your gaze inevitably travels to his handsâthose same hands that had so expertly explored the depths of you just hours earlier. The casual way he shifts the strap of his tool belt, his fingers brushing against the coarse fabric, vividly conjures memories of how those very fingers had traced your curves and navigated your folds in a way that left you breathless. The memory of his touch, precise and bold, sends a wave of warmth flooding your cheeks, your body involuntarily responding to the mere thought of his proximity.
He casually stretches his fingers, the joints clicking softly in the quiet of the lounge. The sound, distinct and resonant, wasn't loud enough to be heard by others, but your focus is entirely on him. To you, the soft click echoes significantly, a subtle reminder of the way those fingers had moved with such deliberate intent, exploring and memorising every contour of your body with a precision that left an indelible mark on your senses.
Your gaze can't help but follow the motion of his hands up to his forearms. His sleeves are pushed up slightly, revealing forearms marked by prominent veins that stand out against his skin, tracing paths of strength and vitality. These are the arms that had held you with a confident, yet gentle touch, their power barely restrained as they explored you. The casual way he shifts the strap of his tool belt, his fingers brushing against the coarse fabric, each movement of his hands, the visible veins pulsing slightly with each flex, brings back a rush of sensations, the memory of his touchâboth precise and boldâsending a wave of warmth flooding your cheeks.
Caught in this reverie, you almost miss the moment he looks up. His eyes meet yours, and for a suspended heartbeat, the world around you blurs into insignificance. His gaze holds a depth that reflects a shared history, mirroring the intensity of your intimate encounter. It's a knowing look, laden with an unspoken promise, silently communicating that he recalls every detail just as vividly as you do.Â
Ericâs voice breaks through, calling out, âHey, Sunghoon!â He motions for him to come over.Â
As Sunghoon approaches, the simple tee visible beneath his partly open engineering apron catches your eye again. The initials âL.J.â are neatly embroidered on the pocket, adding a personal touch to his otherwise utilitarian outfit. With each step he takes, it seems as though the room rearranges itself to accommodate the energy he brings. Despite there being an empty seat next to Nayoung, Sunghoon bypasses it, choosing instead the space directly beside you. It's a deliberate choice, requiring him to traverse around the table from where he started, signalling his intent to be as close to you as possible.
As he settles down, his body exudes a warmth you can feel even before he fully sits. The proximity is almost too much to handle, his scentâa rich blend of brown sugar, cinnamon, and a hint of citrus, underlined by a masculine note of metal and solder from his engineering labâfills your senses, making your breath hitch. The unique aroma is both comforting and intoxicating, distinctly Sunghoon, and unmistakably alluring. The scent takes you back to mere hours before when you both had fucked.Â
His knee brushes against yours as he adjusts in his seat, the simple touch sending a jolt through your body. You catch your breath, your attempt to focus on anything else utterly futile. Sunghoon is here, right next to you, and every fibre of your being is acutely aware of his nearness.
Beside you, Eunji leans closer, her expression a mix of amusement and concern. "You okay?" she whispers, noticing the sudden pallor that has overtaken your features. You manage a nod and offer her a shaky smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside.
As Eric yaps on and on, you find his voice a magnetic force. Just focus on Eric, you repeat internally, seeking any lifeline to distract you. But Sunghoonâs presence is a force impossible to ignore. He leans closer, his body shifting just enough so his knee presses gently against yours under the table.Â
The subtle contact sends a shiver up your spine as he leans in, his voice a low whisper meant only for your ears, "I didnât know you were interested in Eric." His words, edged with a teasing undertone, jolt you. The closeness of his mouth to your ear, the warmth of his breath, it all muddles your thoughts
"I⊠um, heâs fascinating," you reply, your voice a hushed stutter, drowned out almost entirely by the pounding of your heart.
Sunghoon pulls back slightly, his eyes holding yours in a steady, penetrating gaze that seems to delve deeper than the casual jest warrants. He nods, a slow, thoughtful movement, but the intensity doesn't wane. His eyes linger, searching, as if trying to read the unspoken feelings you're struggling so hard to mask.
âAre your legs okay?â Sunghoon asks, his tone serious but with an unmistakable undertone of teasingâa playful provocation he seems unable to resist.
You swallow hard, the sudden dryness in your throat making it difficult to speak. With a slight tremor in your voice, you whisper back, âYeah.â
âAre you sure?â His smile is soft yet knowing, as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a breathy whisper. Then, almost as if itâs the most natural thing in the world, his hand finds its way to your thigh. His fingers gently press into your skin, starting a slow, deliberate massage that sends waves of both comfort and electric tension through your body.
His eyes lock with yours, holding the gaze intensely. The world around you seems to blur into the background, all sounds fading away except for the intimate space heâs created. As his hand moves subtly, the connection deepens, communicated through that steady, penetrating eye contact that says more than words ever could.
"What are you thinking about?" he asks, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.
You offer a shy and closed-off response, "Nothing much." But the truth is, your mind is racing with thoughts of him-his touch, his scent, the way he made you feel.
"What about you?" you ask, trying to gauge his thoughts.
With a devilish grin, he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "I can't stop thinking about the way your pussy clenched around my cock when you came. I also canât get over how good your ass looked bouncing on my cock.â He whispers, his voice dripping with desire.
As Sunghoon's words swirl around you, suffocating you with their intensity, you gasp for air, feeling the tight grip of panic clenching your chest. Your fingers tighten around the coffee cup, the ceramic surface offering a fleeting sense of stability amidst the whirlwind of sensations. Each breath feels strained, as if the air itself has thickened, making it difficult to draw in the oxygen your body craves. Despite the burning embarrassment prickling at your skin, you cling to the mundane act of sipping your drink, a feeble attempt to anchor yourself.Â
Sunwoo speaks up from beside you, thankfully shifting the atmosphere with a different topic. "Guys... we need to host auditions for a new lead singer," he announces, clicking off his phone before flicking his eyes between you and Eric, signalling the urgency of the situation.
Nayoung can't help but burst into laughter at Sunwoo's statement. "He's fucked Ryujin so hard she found her way out of the band," she jokes, her comment cutting through the seriousness with her typical irreverence. Her laughter echoes around the group, lightening the mood and drawing a collective chuckle that momentarily dispels the heaviness in your heart.Â
Youâre all in the campusâ performance hall, Spotlights illuminate the stage, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floors and plush red curtains. You, Sunwoo, and Eric are perched in the judgesâ area, positioned strategically to catch every nuance of the performances.
Suddenly, Nayoung rushes into the room with a tray of four steaming coffees, her hurried steps echoing against the polished floor. âIâm sorry Iâm late! Iâm here now, letâs start!â She shouts as a strand of hair escapes from her bun, framing her delicate features in a soft halo of morning light. Her beauty is striking, even in the early hours of the day. There's an effortless elegance to her appearance, from the way her eyes sparkle with warmth to the curve of her lips as she smiles apologetically.Â
Nayoung wasnât a member of the band, and she never had been nor probably ever would be, but she relished the opportunity to judge people, which explained why she always ended up as a judge alongside you, Sunwoo, and Eric.
âGuys, the auditions are starting,â Eric says.
The first person walks in, accompanied by two others. âI thought we were auditioning for a female lead vocalist?â you mumble, confused. But Eric just claps his hands together, excited for whatâs to come.
âWeâre the Foreign Swaggers,â one of the guys introduces the group name.
âGuys, you know weâre looking for one female lead vocalist, and you guysââ Youâre interrupted by Mark Lee, known for being one of the best students in the music department. You know him, youâve seen him at some parties, heâs friends with Donghyuc who was friends with Sunwoo. Mark was notorious for his talent and popularity among the girls.
âAlright, guys, whatâs up,â Mark starts, a hint of nervousness in his voice.
âYeah,â Jaehyun adds, trying to sound confident.
âWhatâs up,â Johnny chimes in, his tone more relaxed.
âWeâre the, uhâ weâre the, uhâ Foreign Swaggers,â Mark stutters, trying to maintain composure.
âSo, yeah, uhâ Johnnyâs gonna rap,â Johnny declares.
âI lived in America for four years! Thatâs why Iâm here, man!â Jaehyun boasts.
The audition starts with a beatbox, followed by some mediocre rapping at best. Theyâre awkward, but thereâs a certain charisma about them.
However, Sunwoo cuts them off as soon as their performance ends, not even bothering to judge them. âThatâs it, you can go now.â he says hastily, signalling for them to leave.
You were about eight people in, and no one had impressed you yet. No one seemed to fit the image of your band, and you were starting to lose hope. Then, Hwang Yeji walked in, and your eyes lit up, though not as much as Eric and Sunwooâs. You side-eye them and roll your own eyes, especially as you catch a glimpse of something very familiar in Sunwooâs eyesâthe fire and hunger.
Yeji introduces herself sweetly, with the most beautiful smile and laugh. You hope she can sing well, as visually she matches the image of your band very well. You let out a sigh of relief when she does sing, and sheâs really good. Her voice is perfect, and you can already see her in the band.
âIâve found the voice of an angel. Iâve fallen in love,â Sunwoo breathes heavily, his typical behaviour not surprising you in the least.
âYou should view the auditions objectively. You shouldnât let personal feelings get in the way of your judging,â you say, smirking.
âShut up,â he replies hastily, unable to deny the truth in your words.
Youâre taken aback by the look of genuine admiration in Sunwooâs eyes. Could it be that heâs actually serious about his feelings for once? Youâve known Sunwoo long enough to recognize when heâs being sincere, and this time, it feels real.
After Yeji finishes her audition, a serene silence envelops the room, filled with admiration and appreciation for her talent. Sunwoo seems ready to offer her the role of lead vocalist on the spot, but you intervene before he can speak.
âWait,â you interject, ignoring Sunwooâs eagerness and turning to Yeji with a warm smile. âThereâs one more person who wants to audition. Letâs hear her out before making a decision.â
You can feel Sunwooâs frustration, but you know itâs important to give everyone a fair chance, even if Yeji seems like the perfect fit.Â
Your heart sinks when you see who walks in
âit's Arin. An unsettling feeling washes over you, stirring up uncertainty that you try to push away, but it lingers like a stubborn shadow. She's so radiant and beautiful, exuding an energy and light that's hard to ignore. You understand why she's so popular; she's captivating in every way.
Of course, you know who she isâsomeone in the
year above, who seems to have a magnetic pull on everyone around her. All the guys are crazy for her, drawn to her like she's the centre of gravity in the room. And it's not just the guys; even Sunwoo and Eric seem infatuated by her presence, their eyes lingering on her like she's the only thing in the room.
She's sweet, with an infectious laugh and a presence that commands attention. She's the girl every guy wants to fuck and every girl wants to be.Â
And apparently, she has a beautiful singing voice too?
She's good. Really good. Her voice is like an angel's, filling the room with a captivating melody that earns her instant appreciation from everyone present.Â
You scoff and shoot a sideways glance at Sunwoo, muttering, "She's so bad."
He just smirks and shakes his head, clearly disagreeing with you. "She's definitely not," Eric chimes in, his voice laced with a dreamy quality that seems to be a common affliction among the guys in the room. Arin has this effect on every single one of them.
Nayoung smirks knowingly and teases, "I thought you didn't care about Sunghoon fucking her?"
You huff in response, denying any emotional investment in the matter. But no matter how much you try to defend yourself, it's clear that they all think your judgement is clouded by the rumour about Sunghoon and Arin.
Sunwoo remarks, "You should view the auditions objectively... You shouldn't let personal feelings get in the way of your judgement," he smirks, a reference to your previous words.Â
As the crisp autumn evening settled over the campus, the university art gallery was abuzz with activity, its warmly lit interior casting a welcoming glow through the expansive glass doors. Tonight, it hosted the annual student art exhibition, a highlight for the arts department and an event that drew a crowd of eager students, local art enthusiasts, and faculty alike.
You, dressed in a favourite band tee that had seen better days and comfortable, well-worn jeans, felt a surge of excitement as you stepped into the gallery with Nayoung at your side. Your casual outfit, coupled with a pair of sturdy sneakers, was perfect for an evening spent on your feet, moving from one display to another.
As you adjusted the strap of your camera bag and pulled out your camera, the bustling art gallery buzzed around you. âSmileee,â you called out to Nayoung, who obliged with a fake grin and a thumbs-up. You rolled your eyes, she did not want to be here. She looked hot though, styled in her black mini dress and brown leather jacketÂ
As you entered the gallery, the air was filled with the murmurs of impressed spectators and the soft, jazzy undertones of background music that added a sophisticated touch to the evening. The exhibition space was vibrant and packed, walls adorned with an array of artworks that ranged from abstract paintings to complex sculptures and daring installations.
Your eyes widened with genuine appreciation as you took in the scene. The exhibition was a canvas of creativity, each piece telling its own vivid story. Driven by your innate love for art, you began to ramble enthusiastically about the techniques and hidden meanings behind various artworks, pointing out the bold strokes and intricate details that might escape the untrained eye.
Nayoung, trailing slightly behind, matched your pace but not your enthusiasm. Her responses were polite, nodding along and offering the occasional âthatâs really coolâ or âwow,â though it was clear that her interest lay more in the social than the artistic aspects of the event. Despite this, she was there for you, you had dragged her here.Â
As you delved deeper into the nuances of a particularly captivating installationâa mixed media piece that utilised recycled materials to comment on consumer cultureâNayoungâs attention occasionally drifted. She was more absorbed in scanning the crowd, perhaps looking for familiar faces or simply taking in the overall ambiance.
You couldnât help but launch into detailed explanations as you moved from one artwork to another, your enthusiasm bubbling over. âSee the way the light is captured here?â you pointed out, gesturing toward a series of dramatic black-and-white photographs that explored the interplay of shadow and light. âItâs all about the angle and timing, which is something we discuss a lot in my music composition classes, except weâre capturing sound, not light.â
Nayoung trailed beside you, her interest clearly elsewhere. With a drink already in hand, thanks to the small flask she'd pulled from the pocket of her leather jacket, she took occasional sips, her other hand frequently fishing her phone out to check messages or scroll through her feed.
"Do you ever get tired of talking about brush strokes?" Nayoung teased, an exasperated but playful tone in her voice as she watched you analyze yet another painting. Her question hung in the air, punctuated by her taking another discreet sip from her flask.
Throughout the evening, Nayoung seemed more intent on steering the conversation away from art and towards more personal topics. "So, let's talk about Sunghoon," she says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
You sigh inwardly, already anticipating where this conversation is headed. "No," you reply bluntly, hoping to steer the discussion away from your private life.
But Nayoung is undeterred. "Yes!" she insists, her tone teasing.
"So, in what position did he fuck you? How big is his cock?" she asks with a playful smirk, taking a sip of her drink.
You can't help but laugh at her audacity. "Nayoung, you've literally had sex with him. You know how big his cock is," you retort, rolling your eyes.
She tuts mockingly. "Who said I was looking?"
You shoot her a skeptical look. "If I tell you, will you finally leave me alone?" you challenge.
Nayoung nods eagerly, but you can tell she's not entirely sincere in her promise.
"We did it in missionary," you lie smoothly, not wanting to divulge too much. "And his cock? It's about two inches bigger than Eric's," you add truthfully.
Nayoung nearly chokes on her drink, her eyes widening in surprise. "It's that big?" she exclaims, clearly impressed.
You lean in closer, whispering, "You know how big it is! You fucked him too!"
Despite her promise to drop the subject, Nayoung continues to pester you, her questions becoming more probing with each passing moment.
"How was it? Did you feel anything when having sex with him? Anything deeper?" she inquires, her gaze fixated on you with an intensity that makes you uncomfortable.
You shake your head firmly, maintaining your composure. "Absolutely nothing," you lie smoothly, not yet ready to divulge the details of your encounter with Sunghoon-especially not the parts that still make your heart race just thinking about them.
While you were mid-sentence, breaking down the complexity of an abstract painting that caught your artistic eye, a movement at the entrance abruptly halted your train of thought. Sunghoon strolled in, he was impossible to miss, He had shifted the room's focus. He moved with an unassuming confidence that drew looks from every corner, a quiet testament to his presence. You watched, just for a moment, as all eyes flickered toward him.Â
He wore a plain white tee that seemed to accentuate his toned figure, paired with jeans that fit just right. His hair, effortlessly swept back, gave him a look that was both polished and carefree. Jake, his best friend, was by his side, the light catching his blonde hair, a relaxed figure in his hoodie. But it was Sunghoon who had stolen the moment, his mere presence causing your heart to skip a beat and your words to stumble into silence.
Reacting instinctively, you reached out and clasped Nayoungâs arm, diverting her mid-chuckle into a quick detour. âLetâs check out the sculptures,â you said hastily, feeling the weight of Sunghoonâs unintended intrusion tighten around your chest as you steered both yourself and Nayoung toward a distant corner of the gallery.
Concealed behind the angular shadows of a towering metal sculpture, you and Nayoung stood secluded from the galleryâs hum. Its cool, hard surface offered a strange comfort, a silent ally amidst the turmoil within you. Nayoungâs face, usually so composed, now mirrored concern. âWhy are you hiding from him? Havenât you talked to Sunghoon since that night?â Her voice, though soft, seemed to fill the entire space around you.
Leaning against the sculptureâs chill offered a small reprieve, its coldness a stark counter to the warmth flushing your skin. Words felt like distant things, hard to grasp, harder to voice. You responded not with words but with a faint shake of your head, the motion carrying the weight of unspoken confessions.
âY/N, this is messy,â Nayoung said, her voice layered with a mix of reprimand and concern.
âHe messages me,â you found your voice, albeit shaky, âtries to talk to me, to come up to me on campus.â The words felt heavy, laden with a confusion that seemed to cloud your thoughts.
Nayoungâs smile flickered with a glimmer of hope. âThatâs good, right? It means heâs interested in you,â she reasoned, her smile fading into a frown as she caught the turmoil twisting your features.
You sucked in a breath, feeling trapped in the sculptureâs cast shadow, a dim refuge from the galleryâs soft lights. âI donât know how to face him,â you admitted, your whisper barely rising above the hush of distant conversations. âThat night was overwhelming, and now⊠now Iâm just lost.â
âWhy are you so scared if that night meant nothing to you?â Nayoung probed gently, her fingers interlacing with yours in a solid, warm grip.
You covered your face with your free hand, rubbing at your eyes as if you could wipe away the uncertainty. âI donât know what it meant. Iâm confused. Itâs all just so intense, so much for my heart⊠Iâve never felt this way, and itâs terrifying.â The words tumbled out, a chaotic mix of fear and longing. âEvery time I close my eyes, I see him.â
âIâm scared, Nayoung. Iâm scared of what Iâm feeling, of what all this might mean.â Your words hung suspended, resonating with the same enduring presence as the art around you.Â
Nayoung didnât release your hand; instead, she drew you closer, a pillar of support in the echoing vastness of the gallery. âItâs okay to be scared,â she assured you. âBut hiding here wonât answer any of your questions. You canât let fear hold you back.â Her encouragement was soft but firm, a gentle push toward the clarity you so desperately needed.
You nod. As you step backward, ready to leave the comfort of the sculptureâs shadow, your movement is abruptly halted by a solid, unexpected barrier. A quick gasp escapes your lips as you spin around, words of apology already forming, âIâm so sorry, I didnâtââ
Your voice trails off when you see itâs Sunghoon youâve bumped into. His presence, so close and unexpected, sends a jolt through you thatâs part shock, part something more electric. For a split second, youâre frozen.
He stands mere inches away, his expression initially mirroring the tired detachment youâve seen in Nayoungâs eyes tonight, suggesting heâd rather be anywhere but here. But the moment his gaze meets yours, something shifts. Thereâs a flicker of something more intense, more profound.
Your eyes lock with his for a fleeting second, and in that brief exchange, his look deepens, becoming electric and unreadable. The air around you thickens as if charged by this sudden connection, leaving your heart pounding not just with nervousness but with a bewildering rush of emotions that you canât quite decipher. His presence envelops you, intense and palpable, drawing you into a moment you both seem reluctant to break, yet overwhelmed to sustain.
Sunghoon, dressed casually but looking every bit the effortless figure who haunts your quieter moments, just smiles slightly. His voice, when he speaks, is soft and carries an undertone of warmth that only adds to your turmoil. âItâs a beautiful sculpture, isnât it?â he comments, his eyes lingering on yours, trying to capture your gaze.
You notice the slight upturn of his lipsâa knowing, almost teasing smirk that suggests he might understand more than he lets on. But you canât hold his gaze, your eyes darting away after a fleeting, charged moment of eye contact that sends an array of sensations coursing through you. Itâs too much, too intenseâevery nerve ending seems to scream, your skin tingling from the nearness of him.
With a rushed, barely audible excuse, you stutter, âSorry, gotta get to the lecture!!!â Your hand shoots out, finding Nayoungâs, and without waiting for a response, you pull her away from Sunghoon and the sculpture, eager to escape into the crowd. Nayoung follows without protest, casting an amused glance back at Sunghoon, who stands there watching you leave, his expression unreadable.
As you navigate through the throng of people, your pulse racing, you donât dare look back. The brief interaction leaves you with a flood of emotions youâre not ready to dissectânot here, not now. Nayoung remains silent beside you, her presence a comforting constant as you put distance between yourself and Sunghoon. Your escape feels both like a victory and a defeat, the complex emotions swirling inside you mirroring the intricate artworks you leave behind.
Nayoungâs laughter echoed in the otherwise quieting atmosphere of the lecture hall as you both settled into the back left corner. âWould you stop?â you whispered harshly, crossing your arms and sinking lower into your seat, though a secret smile tugged at your lips for securing such a strategically secluded spot.
âIâm just happy we got the best seats in the house,â you added with a pout, pretending to sulk yet relieved by the thought that Sunghoon wouldnât easily spot you here.
The hall gradually filled, the buzz of conversation growing as students gathered. Your heart skipped a beat when Sunghoon walked in, accompanied by Jake. They took seats a few rows ahead, seemingly unaware of your presence. You let out a silent breath, hoping to remain unnoticed.
Professor Doyoung, widely recognized as the best arts professor at the university, began the lecture with his usual charismatic flair. Todayâs session was specialâa celebration of student achievements, spotlighting various art pieces and sculptures. The room dimmed slightly as the projector lit up with images of student artwork.
Your pulse quickened when a photo of your own creation appeared on the screen. The room filled with murmurs of admiration, but your own heart pounded for an entirely different reason. âAnd here we have an outstanding piece by one of our brightest students,â Professor Doyoung announced, his voice filling the lecture hall with enthusiastic approval. âThis innovative work was created by none other than Y/N, whose artistic vision and execution have consistently impressed us.â
As he showered you with praise, detailing the depth and creativity behind your work, a sense of pride mixed with intense embarrassment washed over you. It was meant to be an anonymous exhibition, yet here was Professor Doyoung, breaking protocol because he believed certain students deserved recognition for their efforts.
While you appreciated the acknowledgment, your cheeks burned hotter when Professor Doyoung, spotting you trying to sink further into your seat, pointed you out to the entire auditorium. âLetâs give a round of applause to Y/N, sitting right at the back there, for such a brilliant contribution!â
The audienceâs applause thundered in your ears, but it was the sound of bodies shifting and heads turning that heightened your anxiety. Sunghoon turned around, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling on you. When your gazes locked, a silent jolt of electricity shot through you. His expression transformed from casual interest to a more intense, unreadable look, tinged with a hint of a smile that seemed both knowing and curious.
The world around you seemed to blur into the background as the two of you maintained eye contact. The warmth of his smile, despite the distance, sent waves of nerves dancing up your spine, mixing with a thrill that you couldnât quite suppress. You felt exposed yet oddly seen, the kind of visibility that made your stomach twist yet somehow left you wanting more.
You averted your gaze first, looking down at your lap as your face heated up. Beside you, Nayoung nudged you gently, a silent gesture of supportâor perhaps encouragement to acknowledge the connection you obviously had with Sunghoon, one that seemed to extend beyond mere academic coincidences.
The lecture continued, but your mind was elsewhere, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions triggered by that brief yet impactful exchange of looks with Sunghoon. Your heart still raced, not just from the public praise but because of him.Â
After the lecture, you spot Jake lingering near the front of the room. Despite sharing a few classes, your interactions had always been casualâpleasant exchanges about coursework and occasional class discussions. Jake was known for his calm demeanor, a stark contrast to Sunghoonâs more dynamic presence. Now, with your recent involvement with Sunghoon weighing on your mind, you find yourself curious about their friendship. They seemed like opposites yet clearly got along so well, everyone knew they were best friends, brothers even. Perhaps it was true what they said about opposites attracting.
As youâre methodically packing up your things, Jake approaches with a gentle ease that diminishes the roomâs formality. His presence feels like a quiet reassurance in the noisy aftermath of the lecture.
âHe went ahead, you donât need to worry,â Jake says softly, noticing the tightness in your expression. It catches you off-guard how observant he is, how he seems to catch even the subtlest shifts in your mood.
You gulp, a bit flustered by his insight. âIââ
âI think heâs really intrigued by you, you know,â Jake continues, his voice warm and encouraging. âI donât know why, but he seems genuinely interested in getting to know you better. You always seem to run the other way, though.â His smile is gentle, nudging you towards reconsideration without pushing too hard. âMaybe you should give him a chance; Sunghoonâs actually a decent guy.â
âIâm not intentionally trying to avoid him,â you confess, the words tumbling out in a rush. âHe just⊠makes me nervous.â
Jakeâs chuckle is soft, a sound that spreads calm. He reaches out, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder for a fleeting moment, grounding you. âHe makes everyone nervous at first. You get used to it,â he reassures, his touch light but affirming. âWho knows, you might even start to like it. I know I like it.â You canât help but giggle when he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.Â
âI know it might seem like heâs intense, and yeah, heâs serious when it comes to things and people he cares about. But heâs also really chill once you get to know him better. Heâs the kind of person youâd want in your corner,â he explains, his tone earnest.
âHe doesnât just give his attention and effort to anyone,â Jake continues, his eyes locking with yours to emphasise his point. âSo donât take it for granted or push him away. You might lose his interest forever, and trust me, youâd miss it. Heâs someone you really want in your life. He's a really good guy..â
His comforting grin lingers as he steps back, giving you space to process his words. With a friendly nod, Jake walks away, leaving a trail of thoughtfulness behind him. His advice resonates with you, stirring a mix of anticipation and resolve. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to confront your nerves and see where things with Sunghoon could lead.
The crisp morning air nips at your skin as you traverse the campus pathway, lost in the world curated by your playlist. With every sip of your coffee, you feel the warmth spread through you, contrasting with the coolness of the day. Your steps are unhurried, a rare moment of solitude embraced amidst the hustle of your life.
Suddenly, a gentle tap on your shoulder pulls you from your reverie. You pull out one earbud, turning to see Sunghoon standing behind you. Despite the flutter in your stomach, you remember Jakeâs words: Donât push him away. Taking a deep breath, you muster a smile, not just any smile, but one that reaches your eyes, showing Sunghoon youâre here in this moment with him.
âHey,â Sunghoon greets, his voice smooth, drawing a line of warmth up your spine despite the autumn chill.
You manage a nod, trying to appear composed. âHi, Sunghoon,â you reply, your voice steadier than you feel. His gaze is intense, and you find yourself unable to meet his eyes directly, focusing instead slightly over his shoulder.
As you walk together, Sunghoonâs voice breaks through the crisp air. âIâve been trying to talk to you for the last month nowâŠâÂ
Every attempt he made to bridge the gap between you was met with your nervous laughter or hasty excuses. His presenceâso wanted yet so overwhelmingâleft you fumbling, your words tripping over your rapid heartbeat. But today you would handle things differently.Â
Or so you wished.
His voice seemed to blend into the background, making it difficult to focus. âAre you free this weekend?â he asked, a simple question that felt loaded with possibilities. Is he asking you out? Or is this just casual?
The campus around you felt unusually constricted as pairs of eyes turned to follow your interaction, their stares prickling uncomfortably on your skin. The judgmental looks from passing students, especially from girls who eyed you with undisguised envy or disdain, made it challenging to concentrate on Sunghoonâs words.Â
Sunghoon closes the distance between you with a measured step, his presence enveloping you in a subtle but undeniable warmth. His fingers tuck a stray hair behind your ear, the contact tender yet anchoring, pulling you back to the moment. His eyes lock onto yours, his voice a soothing whisper, âJust ignore them. Just look at me.â
Your breath catches, the simple command resonating deeply as you murmur, âBut theyâre all looking at me. At us,â your voice trembles in the air.
He smiles softly, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as he holds your face with a careful, affectionate grip. âAnd I want you to look at me,â he insists, his gaze steady and piercing, radiating a calm confidence that makes your heart race yet somehow reassures you.
As Sunghoon's hands gently cradle your face, his thumbs softly caressing your skin, you find yourself nodding as he tells you to focus on him.. The steady throb of your heart begins to calm, settling into a rhythm that feels less frantic, more in tune with the moment. Your eyes lock with his, and as you let yourself truly look at him, all fears begin to melt away. You lean slightly into the warmth of his touch, the tension in your body easing as you allow yourself to be anchored by his presence.Â
âAre you coming to Sunwooâs party tonight?â he asks casually, his hands resting gently on your shoulders.
You give a small nod. âMaybe.â
âI hope youâre there,â he says, his tone sincere. âIt gives me a reason to go.â Heâs always so honest.Â
âSunwoo will be dealing, are you sure thatâs not reason enough?âÂ
He smirks. âClose second.âÂ
âItâs too much,â Yeji giggles shyly, running her hands over the dress she was going to wear tonight, in awe of the beautiful decorations and sparkles.
Her eyes moved to the brand new microphone Sunwoo had gifted her to congratulate her for winning the auditions and becoming the newest member of the band. âIt's definitely too much, I didn't anticipate or expect any of this.â
You shake your head. âItâs not too much, you deserve it all.â
âPlus the dress is stunning, youâll look beautiful,â you add. The dress was quite out there, adorned with sparkles and glitters. Yeji was definitely going to stand out and be the star of the show. âHow did you get a dress as beautiful as that?â you ask.
âI donât know⊠it just turned up to my door with a note telling me to wear it!â she responds.
âSunwoo,â you respond immediately.
You both laugh. You know why heâs throwing this party randomly, with no warning or planning. Itâs a surprise party for her, celebrating her joining the band. Sunwoo is welcoming her.
âI bet he buys dresses for all his girls,â she rolls her eyes as she slips into the dress.
âNo, he doesnât,â you say matter-of-factly, shaking your head in astonishment. Yeji was different for him. You could already feel that.
Applying the prettiest shade of pink to her cheeks, you couldnât help but admire how blush looked so beautiful on Yeji. It complemented her complexion perfectly, adding a touch of radiance to her already glowing skin. As she examined herself in the mirror, a smile lit up her face, and you knew she was going to steal the show tonight.
âArenât you going?â she questioned, her eyes glancing over your pyjamas and messy bun.
You sighed softly, feeling the weight of exhaustion and a slight headache creeping in. âI donât feel well,â you admitted, hoping sheâd understand.
âNo, you have to come. Iâll be nervous all there by myself,â she pleaded, her voice tinged with genuine concern.
Despite your reluctance, you couldnât resist her puppy-dog eyes and the genuine warmth in her voice. Yeji had a way of making even the most mundane moments feel special, and you didnât want to disappoint her.
âYou wonât be by yourself,â you assured her with a smile, knowing Sunwoo and Eric would be there to keep her company.
Yeji was a new student, still adjusting to the rhythm of college life, but she had quickly become a familiar presence. Her easygoing nature and infectious enthusiasm had won over the hearts of many, including yours.
But sheâs so sweet, and you couldnât bear to see her disappointed.
âIâll come,â you relented, knowing that her smile was worth it.
Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she practically bounced off the bed. âWe need to get you ready,â she declared, already bustling around the room, gathering clothes and makeup.
As Yeji helps you pick out what to wear, her eyes light up when she spots a particular outfit. âThis,â she exclaims, her gaze hungry as she holds up a daringly bold ensemble.
You feel your cheeks flush crimson at the sight of the revealing outfit. âThatâs way too much,â you protest, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement at her suggestion.
âBut youâll look so sexy though!â she insists, her excitement infectious as she imagines you rocking the outfit.
Despite your reservations, you canât deny the thrill of the idea. âI donât want to draw too much attentionâŠâ you murmur, but Yeji is already convincing you otherwise.
In the end, you settle on the cherry blossom pink mini dress she picked out, the soft hue flattering your complexion perfectly. As you change into the outfit, you canât help but feel a surge of confidence wash over you. You opted for minimal makeup, you wanted to enhance your natural features, and soon youâre both admiring the stunning result in the mirror.
âYour wardrobe is so daring,â Yeji remarks, her eyes scanning through your clothes with awe.
As you step into Sunwooâs house, a wave of nervousness washes over you despite how familiar you are to this house. Itâs practically your second home, yet tonight feels different somehow.
A rush of color and a buzz of activity immediately greet you. You walk through the entryway bathed in vibrant lighting that casts dynamic shadows across the textured, dark-stained wooden walls. The decorations hanging there are bold and modern, each piece making a statement with its bright colours and daring strokes.
Beneath your feet, dark hardwood floors stretch out, absorbing the light and noise, giving the house a grounded, almost intimate feel. In the living area, a group of people lounge on oversized furniture, upholstered in deep, rich tones, chatting over glasses of chilled drinks pulled from stacked ice coolers that blend seamlessly into the decor.
You walk to the backyard where the atmosphere shifts from subdued luxury to a lively party scene. The garden is lit by strategically placed neon lights that highlight the lush greenery with an almost surreal glow. Music pulses in the background, the bassline vibrating softly underfoot.
It was a chaotic blur of vibrant colours, pulsating music, and energetic bodies moving to the rhythm. The air is thick with the smell of alcohol and the haze of cigarette smoke, mingling with the scent of drugs and anticipation.
The sight of so many people, each lost in their own world of intoxication and euphoria, is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Everywhere you look, there are couples making out, friends sharing laughter and secrets, and strangers forging connections in the dimly lit corners of the room.
Amidst the chaos, you catch sight of Sunwoo, his expression dazed and his movements sluggish as he navigates through the crowd. He spots you and stumbles over, enveloping you in a drunken hug. âYou actually came!â he slurs, planting a sloppy kiss on your forehead before his attention is quickly diverted to Yeji, already taking her hand and leading her somewhere.Â
As you weave through the lively crowd, the familiar laughter of Nayoung and Eunji draws you in like a beacon. You break into a wide smile, the tension melting away as soon as you see them, both teetering slightly, drinks in hand, their laughter filling the air.
âHeyyyy!â you shout over the music as you approach, arms open wide. They spot you and immediately stumble forward, nearly spilling their drinks in their excitement.
Eunji, with a tipsy grin, throws her arms around you, pulling you into a wobbly hug. âOh my god, look at you, gorgeous!â she squeals, squeezing you tight. Nayoung joins in, her arms encircling both of you, her laughter contagious.
âWeâve been waiting for you!â Nayoung exclaims, her words slurring just a bit. She steps back to give you a once-over, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âLook at you!!!â She whistles, holding your hand above and twirling you around.Â
As Jakeâs advice echoes in your mind, you find yourself fully immersed in the party atmosphere. Surrounded by the pulsing lights and thumping bass, you allow yourself to embrace the carefree spirit of the night. Youâre a college studentâyoung, pretty, and ready to let loose. If everyone else can dive into the highs of a college party, why shouldnât you?
One step at a time. You want to take things slow tonight, hoping to eventually join Nayoung and Eunji on the dance floor, dancing and laughing without a care. But for now, you need a few more drinks to help shake off your inhibitions. Sitting beside Eric, who's thankfully keeping you company, you feel a bit more anchored. He hands you a cup filled with your favourite drinkâyour first for the evening and hopefully the first of many.
"Y/N, I might be going crazy but everyone seems to be staring at you," he whispers, close enough for only you to hear. You hum in response, your eyes scanning the room. He's right. Unlike other nights where you blended into the background, tonight it feels like you're under a spotlight. Is it because of your earlier encounter with Sunghoon on campus? That thought unsettles you as you realise people had stared then, and theyâre obviously staring now.
Not quite drunk enough to completely let go of your inhibitions, you feel the weight of the stares pushing you to the edge. "Let's dance!!!" you suddenly exclaim, seizing Eric's arm and pulling him towards the dance floor where Nayoung and Eunji are already lost in the rhythm. Eric follows, his surprise evident but quickly morphing into enthusiasm as you both join the lively crowd.Â
You join Nayoung and Eunji on the dance floor, their bodies moving freely to the rhythm of the music. Joining them, the three of you fall into sync, bodies swaying and twirling in a shared rhythm. The energy is infectious, and soon Eric joins in, the four of you forming a tight circle.
Laughter and song blend as you dance, the music enveloping you completely. Thereâs a moment of pure joy as you all grind against each other, singing at the top of your lungs, the world outside fading away. Tonight, itâs just you, your friends, and the musicânothing else matters.â
The relentless pace of the party begins to wear on you, and you wonder how your fellow students manage this every weekend. As your head starts to spin and a wave of dizziness washes over you, you realize you need a break. Muttering a quick excuse, you make your way to the quieter snacks section to catch your breath and steady yourself.
You smile when you see one of your favourite snacks, content to just munch on it, knowing Sunwoo got it just for you. Suddenly, he appears and checks on you, prompting a playful eye roll from you when you realise heâs been absent for the entire night. He was the host and was normally present but he was clearly occupied with Yeji.Â
You notice lipstick stains scattered across Sunwoo's neck, prompting a raised eyebrow from you. "You already fucked Yeji? Sunwoo, she hasn't even been in the band for a monthâ"
Sunwoo interrupts, "I haven't fucked her yet. We're just chilling in my room."
Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Really?"
He smiles, nodding. "Yeah. I want to take it slow. I really like her."
Sunwoo puts his arm around your back, concern evident in his voice as he asks, "Are you okay? You look tired. You can go and rest in one of the spare rooms; if anyone's fucking there, I'll kick them out."
You raise an eyebrow, teasing, "You'll walk in on them having sex?"
He shrugs nonchalantly, but you barely register his response. Your attention is suddenly captured by someone else.Â
Sunghoon.
He's here, partying, and he looks hot. Your eyes instantly gravitate towards him, taking in his appearance. Sunghoon is wearing a fitted button down shirt that manages to accentuate his muscles and toned chest, a chain dangling from his neck, adding to his appeal.
Youâre engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions, your heart somersaulting within your chest, each beat a drumroll of anticipation. A nervous energy courses through your veins, setting your skin ablaze with a feverish heat, as if every nerve ending is on high alert, tingling with anticipation. Despite your attempts to remain composed, you canât shake the feeling of butterflies fluttering wildly in the pit of your stomach, a chaotic dance of excitement and nervousness.
Heâs in his element, downing shots with ease, his movements fluid and effortless. Girls press against him, grinding against him, each one vying for his attention. Laughter fills the air and his smile makes your heart twist, his presence is so magnetic and captivating. Despite the chaos around him, heâs the calm in the storm, his confidence unwavering as he basks in the attention of those around him.
The partyâs intensity overwhelms you as much as you donât want to admit it. You canât help but feel suffocated amidst the pounding music and throngs of people. You need a break. So, you slip away to one of the rooms in Sunwooâs vast house, seeking solace from the chaos. You were sure no one would find you here, Sunwooâs house was massive so it was easy to hide away.Â
This dimly lit room on the lowest floor is your sanctuary, a hidden refuge from the partyâs noise. Sinking onto the plush couch, you find comfort in its soft cushions. Closing your eyes, you let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the world lift from your shoulders.
Surrounded by silence, your thoughts fill the space. Reflecting on the evening, you wish you could shed your self-consciousness, to join the fun without fear of judgement. But anxiety holds you back, trapping you in doubt.
Taking a deep breath, you try to let go. In this quiet room, you find peace, if only for a moment, amidst the chaos outside.
Parties always felt like too much for you. The noise, the crowds, the energyâit all overwhelmed you. You'd stand there awkwardly, like a wallflower, while everyone else seemed to thrive in the chaos. You wished you could just let loose, have fun without worrying so much.
The door creaks open, breaking the silence of the empty room. Startled, you look up to see Sunghoon standing there, his presence filling the space with an unexpected intensity. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, time seems to stand still as the connection between you sparks to life. You feel a flutter in your chest, an electrifying sensation that makes your breath catch in your throat. Unable to hold his gaze, you quickly look away, feeling a rush of heat flood your cheeks.
As Sunghoon steps into the room, his energy is different from the chaotic atmosphere of the party. Itâs composed, calm, yet brimming with an underlying intensity that sends shivers down your spine. Thereâs something unspoken in the air, a silent understanding that hangs between you, pulling you closer despite the distance.
He takes a seat beside you, and when you steal a glance at him, you find his eyes already locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you canât help but feel drawn to him, as if thereâs an invisible thread connecting you both.
As his gaze bores into yours, it feels like heâs peeling away the layers of your soul, seeing you for who you truly are. Itâs intense, electric, sending shivers down your spine and igniting a fire deep within. His eyes hold a mixture of curiosity, desire, and a hint of something more profound, leaving you breathless and longing for more.
In a soft voice that sends tingles down your spine, he asks, âWhy arenât you enjoying yourself? Why did you come?â His words are laced with concern, genuine and caring, yet thereâs an underlying tone of desire that makes your heart race.
You canât help but laugh nervously, the sound echoing in the quiet room. âI came for my friends, but I already regret it⊠I donât know why I canât let myself have fun, I really donât know⊠I tried to let loose but I just canât.â Your voice trails off, filled with uncertainty and self-doubt.
His response is like a bolt of lightning, unexpected and thrilling. âThatâs a shame⊠The prettiest girl here tonight should be enjoying herself,â he says, his words dripping with charm and confidence. The way he looks at you, coupled with his bold statement, sends a rush of heat straight to your core.
Feeling a mixture of surprise and desire, you meet his gaze head-on, your eyes locking in a silent exchange filled with unspoken longing. âI-IâŠâ you stutter, unable to form coherent words as his proximity overwhelms you. âI⊠thank you,â you manage to whisper, your cheeks flushing with heat as you avert your gaze, feeling his intense presence enveloping you like a warm embrace.
âBut Iâm definitely not the prettiest girl here tonight, not even close. Have you seen Yeji? Or Nayoung and Eunji? Or Karina? I even saw you dancing with her, and I donât blame you if you left with her tonight because sheâs breathtaking andââ Your words tumble out in a rush, cheeks flushing crimson as you realise how much youâve said. Fortunately, he cuts you off with a forward tone, sending your heart racing again.Â
âYouâre prettier than all of them,â he declares, his words laced with confidence and desire.
âWhy arenât you partying right now? Did you follow me here?â you question, narrowing your eyes at him. His chuckle sends shivers down your spine as he shakes his head. âI was partying, then I saw you and realised you were here. I saw Sunwoo with you and got distracted. I didnât follow you, I just wanted to find a room that no one would be in, and thatâs how I came hereâŠâ His words hang in the air, leaving you speechless and breathless.
As he moves closer, you feel your pulse quicken, his presence overwhelming yet comforting. âWhy canât you look me in the eyes?â he asks softly, his fingers gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze. You try to avert your eyes, but his touch guides your focus back to him.
âWhy do you always look at me like that?â you finally muster the courage to whisper, the intensity of his gaze leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.
âLike what?â he replies, his tone smug yet enticing, as if heâs enjoying the effect he has on you.
âLike youâve seen me naked,â the words spill out, unfiltered and honest, hanging between you in the charged air. It feels like a confession, a secret desire laid bare, but instead of recoiling, he leans in closer, a smirk playing on his lips.
Without a word, he closes the distance between you, capturing your lips in a heated passion that sends sparks flying. His lips are warm and demanding against yours, moulding perfectly to fit as if they were made to kiss yours. The taste of him is intoxicating, a heady mix of brown sugar and whiskey that ignites a fire within you. Your hands instinctively find their way to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his soft hair as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss.
There's a primal hunger in the way he kisses you, a raw, animalistic need that leaves you breathless and wanting more. His tongue dances with yours in a tantalising rhythm, exploring every crevice of your mouth as if he's trying to imprint himself on you.
Moans escape your lips as the kiss grows more fervent, the passion between you reaching a fever pitch. With a low growl, Sunghoon's hands roam over your body, tracing every curve and contour with deliberate intent. His touch ignites a fire within you, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers trail up and down your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.Â
You can feel the heat between your bodies intensifying, the urgency of desire driving you closer together. As he pulls you onto his lap, you straddle him eagerly, the hardness of his arousal pressing against you, a potent reminder of the passion between you.
With each movement, Sunghoon grinds against you, his hips rocking in perfect synchrony with yours, creating a rhythm that sets your heart racing. The friction between your bodies sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, building the intensity of your desire with every touch. His hands guide your movements, urging you to grind against him with increasing urgency
"Good girl," he whispers against your ear, his voice husky with desire, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. His words fuel the fire burning between you, igniting a primal hunger that demands to be sated.Â
You reach for the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning with urgency while still grinding against him, your ass meeting his clothed thighs with every bounce. His hands grip the flesh underneath your dress, and you feel the tension in the air as you both lose yourselves in the moment. With a swift motion, his shirt is off, discarded in the heat of the passion that envelops you both.
As you look into his eyes, you see the same emotions reflected â lust, longing, want and need. You're consumed by the desire to pleasure him, to take him to the heights of ecstasy and beyond. With a primal urge coursing through your veins, you drop to your knees before him.Â
As you look up at him, a playful and innocent smile dancing on your lips, he groans in response, his reaction uncontrolled and raw. His moans escape him in a series of loud, guttural sounds, each one filled with the urgency of his desire and the pleasure coursing through him.
With a confident hand, you unzip his jeans, anticipation building with each tug of the zipper, until they're open and his arousal is straining against the fabric of his boxers. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to the fabric covering his cock, you revel in the feeling of his hardness beneath your lips, the heat of his desire seeping through the fabric. His reaction is immediate, a guttural groan escaping him as he feels your warm breath against his skin, the promise of pleasure tantalisingly close.
With a wicked grin, you tease him further, nipping at the edge of his boxers before slowly sliding them down, revealing his throbbing length in all its glory. The sight of him, hard and ready for you, only fuels your own desire, igniting a hunger that demands to be sated.
"You're driving me insane," he growls, his voice thick with desire as he locks eyes with you, the intensity of the moment igniting a fire between you. "Now, are you gonna suck my cock like the good girl you are?"
With a smirk playing on his lips, he teases you with his cock, tracing the tip along your parted lips. He grips his hardness firmly, using it to lightly slap against your eager mouth, the sensation sending shivers of excitement down your spine. Your mouth hangs open, ready and waiting for him, aching to feel him fill you completely.
With a hungry urgency, you take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around him as you sink down onto his hardness. You touch each other all over, your hands exploring his body while his fingers tangle in your hair,Â
Your head bobs rhythmically, your mouth working him with skill and determination, each movement eliciting loud grunts and moans from him. He guides your movements with his hands, urging you to take him deeper, to suck him harder, to drive him to the brink of ecstasy.
"Fuck, that's it," he groans, his voice thick with desire as he watches you pleasure him. "Just like that, baby, take me all the way."
You comply eagerly, your hand tight around his length as you stroke and tease him, syncing your movements with the rhythm of your mouth for maximum pleasure. His rough and primal sounds of pleasure fill the air, spurring you on as you work him towards release.
But he wants more, needs more. With a sudden roughness, he tightens his grip on your hair, pulling you closer until your head is arched back, your neck exposed for him to take control. With a makeshift ponytail in his grasp, he guides your movements, angling your head for a better angle as he thrusts into your mouth with renewed intensity.
You surrender to his dominance, letting him guide you as he thrusts deeper into your mouth, each movement driving you both closer to the edge. Your senses are overwhelmed by the taste, the scent, the feeling of him filling you completely, and you revel in the primal pleasure of giving yourself over to him entirely.
"Fuck yes," he growls, his voice a primal command as he takes control. "Suck my cock, just like that. I want to feel you swallow me whole."
His grunts and moans grow louder, more urgent, as he approaches the pinnacle of his ecstasy. With one final, powerful thrust, he releases himself into your waiting mouth,Â
As you take his cum, you look up at him with eyes that are both desperate and satisfied, your mouth aching for more of him even as you savour the taste of his release. âThatâs it, baby.â He strokes your hair softly, relishing in the feeling of you tasting his cum.Â
He whispers huskily, "take it all, baby... swallow every fucking drop."
You gaze up at him with a mix of desire and vulnerability, your eyes pleading and soft. He feels a primal urge stir deep within him. The sight of you, so desperately wanting, ignites a fire in his veins and a fluttering feeling in his chest.Â
With a growl of need, he effortlessly lifts you from the floor, his strength undeniable as he pulls you into his arms. Lowering you onto his lap, he holds you close, his hands roaming over your body with possessive urgency. Each touch is rough yet tender, a silent declaration of his desire to claim you as his own. And as he pulls you closer, the heat between you intensifies, the air thick with anticipation and need.
In his hold, your bodies meld together, hips moving in a primal rhythm, grinding against each other with an urgency that borders on desperation. As your lips meet, it's a clash of tongues and teeth, a passionate exchange that leaves you both breathless. Moans and sighs escape between kisses, mingling with the sound of your heavy breathing as you lose yourselves in the moment.
Breaking apart briefly, you pant against his lips, your desire evident in every ragged breath. "I wanna fuck you so badly, please," you whisper, your voice a husky plea.
With a low growl of desire, he meets your gaze, his eyes smouldering with need. "Ride my cock, baby," he commands, his voice rough with urgency as he guides your hips, urging you to take control.Â
His hands move with purpose as he pulls your dress up to bunch around your waist. His fingers deftly unzip the back of your dress, exposing your back and revealing your breasts, a sight that only fuels his desire further. With a primal need, he leans down to pepper kisses along your exposed neck, his lips trailing a path of fire along your skin.
You feel the pulsating heat of his arousal throbbing against your dripping core as you lower yourself onto his cock. A primal moan escapes his lips as you take him deep inside, your walls greedily enveloping him in a tight, wet embrace. With each downward thrust, you revel in the sensation of him stretching you, filling you completely, sending sparks of ecstasy coursing through your veins.
"Thatâs it," he groans, his voice husky with desire as he grips your hips, urging you to ride him harder. "You take me so well." He praises, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek.Â
Your bodies move together in a frenzied rhythm, the sound of your skin slapping against his filling the room with the symphony of your passion. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing over you, your senses overwhelmed by the intoxicating heat between you.
Your breasts bounce in front of him, a tempting display that drives him wild with need. He reaches up to grasp them, his fingers kneading and teasing your sensitive flesh, sending bolts of pleasure shooting straight to your core.
"Youâre so fucking hot," he growls, his voice rough with urgency as he meets your gaze, his eyes burning with unbridled lust.
With each bounce on his cock, you relentlessly ride him, your bodies colliding with the sound of skin slapping against skin. The sensation of him filling you completely, stretching you to your limits, is overwhelming, a delicious tightness that leaves you breathless with desire.
Sunghoon can't help but marvel at how impossibly tight you feel around him. Every inch of his cock is enveloped in the warm, velvety embrace of your pussy, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through him with each thrust.
Your walls grip him with an intensity that leaves him breathless, a sensation so exquisite it borders on agonizing. He can feel every twitch, every ripple of your inner muscles as you ride him relentlessly, driving him to the brink of ecstasy with your insatiable hunger.
As the intensity of your rhythm escalates, the impending release becomes undeniable. "Sunghoon, Sunghoon," you gasp, your voice barely audible as you cling to him, the sensations overwhelming.
He meets your gaze with a primal hunger, his own need evident in the depths of his eyes. "I know, I know," he growls, his voice strained with urgency. With synchronised movements, you both reach the peak together. Your bodies tremble with the force of your climax, every nerve ending ablaze with pleasure.
"I'm cumming!" you cry out, your voice echoing in the room as your walls clamp down around him, milking him for every drop of pleasure. Sunghoon's own release follows suit, his moans mingling with yours as he spills himself into you, filling you with his warmth.
As you reach up to gently brush the hair away from his face, you notice a change in Sunghoonâs demeanour. His features soften, his expression becoming more relaxed and carefree under your touch. An unspoken tension, one that he didnât even realise he was carrying, was released, leaving him looking more casual and at ease. Under your hold, you can feel the satisfaction coursing through you, you did this to him.Â
âAre you tired?â he asks sweetly, his voice laced with concern as he looks down at you.
You shake your head with a shy smile, reassured by the warmth in his gaze.
But before you can say anything else, he surprises you by suddenly lifting you effortlessly into his arms, turning you around with a speed that leaves you yelping in surprise. The sudden movement catches you off guard, a rush of exhilaration and excitement coursing through you as you find yourself wrapped up in his embrace.
As Sunghoon holds you in his arms, you feel a surge of exhilaration mixed with a potent cocktail of desire and trust. His strong and steady embrace grounds you, his warmth enveloping you in a sense of security and anticipation.
âDo you trust me, beautiful?â His whispered words send shivers down your spine. You nod eagerly in response. His kiss on the side of your head ignites a fire within you, fueling your desire and surrender.
Positioning himself behind you, Sunghoon aligns his throbbing cock with your eager entrance. With a primal growl that resonates deep within your core, he thrusts forward, driving deep into you as he supports your weight effortlessly.
His hands grip your hips firmly, guiding the rhythm of your movements with precision and intensity. Each thrust is a calculated display of strength and control, hitting all the right spots with a relentless pace that leaves you breathless and wanting more.
Despite carrying you, his movements are powerful and controlled, each thrust driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. The sensation of him deep inside you, his cock driving into you with primal intensity, is overwhelming and intoxicating.
With each thrust, he emphasises his strength, his dominance evident in every movement as he holds you close to him, his body pressed against yours. The slickness of your combined arousal acts as a natural lubricant, enhancing the pleasure of each thrust and driving you both closer to the brink of release.
In the heat of the moment, Sunghoonâs dominance takes centre stage as his fingers entwine themselves in your hair, firmly grasping a fistful of your locks. With each deliberate tug, he exerts his control over the pace and intensity of your movements, guiding you with a commanding yet sensual grip. As he pulls you closer, you can feel the electric tension building.Â
With each rhythmic movement, his hand connects with your flesh, delivering a sharp, stinging sensation that ignites your senses. The contrast between the gentle glide of his thrusts and the sudden impact of his hand sends jolts of pleasure racing through your body, heightening the intensity of the experience. Each spank leaves behind a lingering warmth, a tangible reminder of his dominance and your shared desire. As the sensations wash over you, you find yourself surrendering to the raw passion of the moment, lost in the electrifying connection between you and Sunghoon
With your hands securely pinned behind your back, youâre completely at his mercy, unable to move or resist as he takes you with an intoxicating blend of strength and desire. His muscles ripple with every movement, his veins pulsating with the intensity of his passion. His arms wrap around you, holding you close, his biceps flexing with each powerful thrust. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, his primal energy consuming you as he claims you as his own. In his embrace, youâre lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and surrender, utterly captivated by the raw masculinity of his touch.
Heâs crazy. With each sharp slap to your cheek and each forceful tug of your hair, thereâs a gentleness in his soft kisses grazing your cheeks. Amidst the heat of passion, he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his breath warm against your skin.Â
You find yourself on the brink of ecstasy, your body writhing with desire as you whimper, âPlease, I need to cum.âÂ
Sunghoonâs response is immediate, his deep whisper urging you on, âCum for me, thatâs my good girl.âÂ
With renewed intensity, he thrusts harder, driving you to the edge and beyond. Finally, as the pleasure overwhelms you, you reach the pinnacle of bliss, and with a primal cry, you release, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave. In that moment of euphoria, you feel Sunghoonâs own release, his body tensing against yours as he joins you in ecstasy, the culmination of your shared passion leaving you both breathless and spent.
Sunghoonâs house is not what you expected.Â
The cool evening air brushes against your skin as you approach Sunghoonâs place, his hand gently holding yours. Heâd asked if you were comfortable coming over after the party, and something in his gaze made it impossible to say no. As you near his home, youâre taken aback by its appearance. Unlike the typical cramped student accommodations, Sunghoonâs house boasts a spacious front porch, its design minimalist but striking with shades of grey and sharp black accents.
âI live with a few other guys⊠itâs not all mine,â Sunghoon chuckles, noticing your wide-eyed wonder. His laughter eases the awe that had momentarily seized you.
âWho do you live with?â you ask, glancing around the spacious interior curiously.
Sunghoon chuckles, leading you through the open layout of the living room. âJake, Jay, and Jungwon. Ni-ki and Yangyang practically live here too, though. Itâs a big place, it never really feels crowded⊠the more, the better, actually,â he explains, his voice echoing slightly in the expansive space.
He continues, a smirk playing on his lips as he mentions Jungwon. âJungwon can be a real pain sometimes, heâs the one who keeps telling me
youâre some Christian virgin but I tell him to shut up and hit him.â He says nonchalantly while you let out giggle. âBut heâs one of my best friends. Always keeps things interesting around here.â He laughs softly, shaking his head at some unspoken memory.
âAs for Jay, heâs the quiet, mysterious type. Doesnât talk much, but heâs reliable, always there when you need him.â He adds thoughtfully.Â
âAre they your best friends?â you ask, intrigued by the warmth in his voice when he speaks of them.
He nods, his expression softening. âYeah, theyâre the people Iâm closest to. Weâve been through a lot togetherâitâs like having a second family, you know?â
âAnd Jake?â you ask, knowing he was closest to him out of all peopleÂ
âI love Jake.â He responds quickly and surely.
âAwww.â You coo.
Sunghoonâs expression softens. âYeah, Jake and I go way back. Heâs one of those friends whoâs seen you at your worst and still thinks the best of you,â he explains with a laugh. âIâve known him the longest. He has this way of keeping me grounded, especially when things start to feel overwhelming. His voice is so calm and heâs always so understanding, Iâll always be so thankful for him.â
He shifts slightly, his enthusiasm growing as he talks about his friend. âWe donât always have to talk to communicate. All we need to do is look in each other's eyes and we know what the other is thinking.âÂ
He says it so seriously but you canât help but snort. âThatâs incredibly romantic.âÂ
He rolls his eyes, a sign heâs used to that response whenever he speaks about Jake.Â
He takes you inside, then leads you on a brief tour, his hand still warm in yours. âMy favourite part, the kitchen,â he announces as you step into a sleek, modern space. The kitchen is a testament to minimalist design, dominated by grey tones with vibrant blue accents that add a playful splash of color. The clean lines and uncluttered surfaces reflect a sense of order and style.
âYou cook?â you ask, genuinely surprised by the sophisticated setup.
âDo I cook?â he repeats with a raised eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. âIâm the best cook around.â
The confidence in his voice sparks a smile on your face. âYouâre gonna have to cook for me one day,â you say, the words slipping out more comfortably than you expected. It feels natural, easy even and you just allow it to happen.Â
âYeah, Iâll make it my best work,â he responds, his smile broadening. He looks down at you with a warmth that makes your heart flutter slightly.
As you and Sunghoon chat comfortably in the kitchen, the sudden sound of footsteps causes you to startle. Before your nerves can fully spike, you realize itâs Jake entering the room. He seems nonchalant, sporting headphones and munching on popcorn, obliviousâor perhaps indifferentâto your presence.
Jakeâs casual demeanour initially leaves you wondering if this is a common scene for him, witnessing Sunghoon with company. Sunghoon, for his part, doesnât seem surprised or perturbed by his friendâs appearance, reinforcing the depth of their friendship. Theyâre comfortable around each other, sharing a living space without the constant need to fill it with conversation.
However, the quiet moment shifts as Jake finally acknowledges the room. He pulls one earbud out, glancing up from his phone with a mischievous smirk. His eyes flicker between your entwined hands and both your faces, a hint of amusement in his gaze. âDonât start fucking each other against the countertop. I just cleaned it,â he quips, his tone light but pointed.
Sunghoon simply rolls his eyes, a small laugh escaping him as he looks at you, unfazed by Jakeâs comment. âIgnore him,â he advises with a grin, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. âHe always loves to tease.ââ
Some time passes and Sunghoon leads you to the third floor, to his room. When he pushes open the door, a sense of tranquillity washes over you. The room is meticulously curated, the white walls pristine, exuding an aura of calm and control. Your eyes immediately travel to the bed, high-set with a soft charcoal comforter. Above his bed, an abstract painting commands attentionâits tempestuous strokes of blues and greys mirroring the complexity within Sunghoon himself.Â
On one side, a sleek desk stands, supporting a high-powered computer with dual monitors. A nearby shelf holds a collection of engineering textbooks and a scattering of eclectic reads, your eyes lighting when you see some of your own favourite books.Â
The roomâs ambiance is carefully controlled, LED strips casting an intentional glow, highlighting the books and illuminating a space that is both a study and a sanctuary. His headphones lie within reach, resting comfortably on its own stand.Â
As Sunghoonâs voice breaks the quiet, you realise heâs been watching you take it all in. âDo you want to change into something more comfortable?âÂ
You nod but then your smile falters. âI didnât bring anything ââ
Before you can finish, Sunghoon is pulling out one of his black hoodies, his movements smooth and assured. You accept it with a quiet âthank you,â your fingers brushing against his as you take it.
The momentâs calmness is palpable as you sit on the edge of Sunghoonâs bed, the comforter cool beneath you. Sunghoon bends down to retrieve a couple of drinks and snacks from a compact compartment below, something you hadnât noticed in his room prior. With a fluid motion that suggests familiarity, he pops open your drink using his teeth, his hands full, and hands it to you.Â
Does he realise how hot that was?Â
Itâs then, as you reach out to accept the cold can, that your gaze lands on a photo by his bedsideâa polaroid capturing a candid moment. A leaden sensation creeps into your chest, a tightness thatâs unfamiliar yet instinctive. The polaroid shows Sunghoon with Arin share a blissfully happy moment, her radiant smile lighting up the room as she sits comfortably on his lap. They are wrapped in an intimate embrace, his arm securely around her, their gazes locked in an affectionate fondness. Arin looks breathtaking, embodying a natural beauty that deepens the pang of unease in your chest. Witnessing their intimate connection depicted so vividly in the snapshot, you canât help but frown, a reaction Sunghoon catches instantly.
Without realising, a frown forms on your face, your fingers tightening around the can. Sunghoonâs gaze shifts from you to follow your line of sight, and with an ease that startles you, he plucks the photo from its place. The action is dismissive, an erasure of history as he tosses it into the nearby bin without a second glance.Â
âWhat do you want to watch?â he asks, turning to face you with the remote in hand.
You shrug playfully, âYou choose.â A grin spreads across your face as you hear the faint clicks of him browsing through the movie selections.
As Sunghoon fiddles with the projector, the soft glow of the screen illuminates the room, casting playful shadows around his minimalist space. You settle more comfortably into his bed, pulling a cushion under your arm.
Your giggle fills the room when you see his choice pop up on the screenâLemonade Mouth. Itâs unexpected, and his reasoning makes you chuckle even more. âSeems fitting to watch the most iconic movie about a band with the hottest and coolest band member I know,â he explains, a teasing tone in his voice.
âItâs an amazing movie,â you whisper, sinking deeper into his bed, drawing the comforter up to your chin. Youâre so engrossed in the opening scene that you donât notice Sunghoonâs gaze lingering on you, his attention only half on the movie.
The filmâs lighthearted humour unexpectedly draws peals of laughter from you, your giggles echoing in the quiet room. Itâs endearing to Sunghoon, how easily you find joy in simple moments.
âDid you guys start your band in detention too?â he jokes, referencing the plot of the movie, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
You shake your head, still smiling. âNo, we started it because Sunwoo lost a bet. Weâve only been a band for like⊠less than a year.â
Settling back, he watches you more than the movie, a soft smile playing on his lips as he enjoys your reactions just as much as the film itself. The evening unfolds with a gentle, easy magic, the kind that seems to pause time just for the two of you.
As the characters in Lemonade Mouth rally together for their iconic âDeterminateâ performance, Sunghoon chuckles, pointing at the screen. âCan Sunwoo and Eric rap like that?â he asks, genuinely curious yet teasingly.
You laugh, the sound is light and easy. âBoth, actually. Especially Sunwooâheâs surprisingly good. But he canât ever be serious about it. I swear, half the time, I canât take him seriously at all, and I canât believe heâs in a band.â
Sunghoonâs laughter joins yours, creating a symphony of amusement that fills the room. âThat must make rehearsals interesting,â he comments, imagining the scene.
âItâs like managing a group of kids sometimes.â You deadpan, eyes twinkling with the memories of countless rehearsals.Â
As the movie winds down and the room dims with the soft light of the credits rolling, your eyelids grow heavy. Nestled comfortably under his covers, you find the cosy warmth too inviting, your voice barely above a whisper, âCan I stay here tonight?â Youâre already sinking deeper into the cushion of his pillow, the fatigue of the night drawing you closer to sleep.
Sunghoonâs response comes with a gentle chuckle, warm and reassuring. âYeah, you can,â he smiles, the softness in his voice making it clear you didnât even need to ask. As you nestle in, he reaches out, his touch light as he brushes his hand over your cheek. âDonât you wanna remove your makeup before you sleep?â he asks, his concern tender.
You groan softly. âCanât be bothered,â you mumble.
Without hesitation, Sunghoon offers, âIâll do it for you.â He pulls open a drawer, retrieving cotton pads and makeup remover. His movements pause as his fingers brush over the itemsâremnants of past routines, he frowns, breathing in deeply before letting it out. Not tonight, not now.Â
He gently turns your face towards him, ensuring not to disturb you too much as your eyelids flutter in the struggle to stay awake. With care and immense attentiveness, he begins to dab at your face, removing the makeup with strokes so soft they could be mistaken for a caress. Each motion is careful, ensuring not to tug at your skin, his touch as light as air.
âSo pretty,â he whispers, his voice a hush in the quiet room. He finds you absolutely breathtaking like this, bare-faced and in his hoodie, resting on his side of the bed. Normally he doesnât let anyone sleep on his side of his bed, but with you, he decides to make an exception.Â
Sunghoon reaches for a spare blanket and pillow, throwing both onto the couch beside his bed but just as he turns to leave, your hand reaches out, catching his wrist with a gentle, yet firm grip, your fingernails embedded in his wrists slightly.Â
âDonât go,â you murmur, the softness of your voice masking the intensity of your plea.
He pauses, turning back with a chuckle. âI sleep here all the time, itâs fine,â he assures you, his voice a blend of amusement and comfort.
But tonight, you want him closer. âI want you to stay,âÂ
Sunghoon sighs, a sound of subtle delight, he canât argue with that. as he slides into the bed beside you. âYouâre kinda on my side of the bed,â he teases, a playful note in his voice that makes you smile in the dimly lit room.
âCome closer then,â you whisper back, shifting to make room and tossing the spare pillow off the bed. Your arms open, inviting him into a more intimate embrace. He obliges without hesitation, his hands finding their way to the small of your back, his fingers trailing along your skin as he pulls you closer, the heat of his breath mingling with yours.
You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. The fabric of his shirt is soft under your fingertips, and you trace patterns absentmindedly as you both adjust into a comfortable cuddle. His presence is a calming force, and you feel the earlier tension of the evening begin to dissipate.
The proximity is electrifying yet soothing, with his breath rhythmic and steady against the side of your face. âThis is better,â you admit, your voice a soft confession in the quiet of the room.
âYeah?â he murmurs, his breath tickling your ear. His hand finds its way to your hair, fingers gently sifting through the strands, a touch that sends shivers down your spine.
âMmm,â you hum in response, content and a little more daring as the night deepens. âI like having you close,â you continue, the words spilling out with a vulnerability that feels right in the moment.
Sunghoonâs response is a gentle squeeze of his arms around you, pulling you even closer. âIâm not going anywhere,â he assures you, his voice a low rumble that you feel rather than hear. His hand trails down your back, settling with a comforting weight that anchors you to the moment, to him.
The morning after, sunlight sneaks through the curtains, painting the sheets in a warm glow. You wake up to find yourself comfortably nestled in Sunghoonâs arms, his arms secure around you. Is it the bed or his strong embrace making you feel so cozy?
You feel his warm breath on your skin as Sunghoon leans in to kiss you, his lips hovering just inches from yours. But before he can make contact, you blurt out the question that catches him off guard.
âHow did you find fucking me?â you ask, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
He pauses, his lips lingering near yours for a moment before he chuckles softly. âGood morning to you too,â he replies, giving you a quick peck on the lips.
âWas I good?â you press, your heart pounding in your chest.
Sunghoon plays with your earrings, his touch sending shivers down your spine. âReally good,â he admits, his voice husky with desire.
âReally?â you canât help but sound a bit silly, your insecurities bubbling to the surface.
âThereâs a reason I kept calling you my âgood girlâ,â he reassures you, his words sending a flutter of excitement through you.
You giggle at his response, feeling a surge of confidence wash over you. âI mean, who taught you how to suck cock like that?â he teases, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.
âIâm self-taught,â you continue, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. âNo one needs to teach me.â
He moves his body on top of you, his gaze smouldering with desire. âDo you want to show me what else youâve learned?â he asks, his voice low and husky with anticipation. His eyes lighting when you nod eagerly.Â
You fidget with the hem of Sunghoonâs hoodie as you descend the stairs, the fabric soft against your skin but heavy with the weight of the night before. Hickeys dot your neck, a visible reminder of the passion that unfolded in the quiet of his room. Sunghoon follows closely behind, his hand finding the small of your back, a silent assurance as you step into the heart of his home.
The kitchen buzzes with morning activity, the air thick with the scent of coffee and the low hum of conversation. Itâs a stark contrast to the serene isolation of Sunghoonâs bedroom. Youâre not prepared for the burst of energy that greets you, but then again, you should have expected it. Sunghoonâs housemates, a notorious and eclectic group known campus-wide, are gathered around the island, their presence as commanding as their reputations.
Jake spots you first, his eyes lighting up with mischief. âGood morning, did you sleep well? Or should I say, fuck well?â he teases, winking at you with a grin that spells trouble.
Jungwon stands, clapping dramatically as he eyes the marks on your neck. âOh, look, someone lost their virginity!â he declares, earning a chorus of laughs from the others.
You shoot him an annoyed look, choosing not to engage with his antics. Jay leans against the counter, a smirk playing on his lips. âDid he fuck you do hard that you couldnât make a sound? We didnât hear a peep last night,â he adds, his voice dripping with mock concern.
Despite the barrage of teasing, Sunghoon remains unfazed. He steps closer, his arm snaking around you, pulling you to his side. His presence is a wall against the playful onslaught. âIgnore them,â he murmurs, his voice low and comforting by your ear, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek.Â
You feel a tightness in your chest as their chatter swirls around you, the familiarity and ease of Sunghoonâs friends contrasting sharply with your own nervousness. You cling slightly to Sunghoon, tightening your grip on his arm. You manage a small smile, avoiding direct eye contact with the group, your gaze flickering between the countertop and the mug youâre now holding.
With a soft touch, he leans down, his breath warm against your ear. "Hey, just take a deep breath, okay? They really like you," he whispers just for you, the reassuring tone blending with the underlying rumble of his voice. He guides you subtly to stand slightly behind him.
You nod, managing a shy smile as you lean into his protective form, feeling the tension begin to ease. The physical closeness, Sunghoon's body shielding yours, brings a quiet comfort that helps you relax into the moment, the earlier apprehension slowly melting away under his attentive care.
As the weeks pass, your interactions with Sunghoon become increasingly frequent and intense. You find yourself actively seeking him out.Youâve spent endless nights in his house, in his room. Endless laughter and soft touches weave between you, gradually building a deeper connection. Days without seeing him leave a noticeable void, highlighting just how integral he has become to your daily life.
Park Sunghoon was not what you expected, he was better, he left you breathless. He had effortlessly evolved into a constant presence in your world. His ability to make you laugh and smile becomes a cherished aspect of your days together. You donât shut up around him; itâs something he wasnât expecting. He finds it endearing, how much you babble and talk. You simply share every thought and feeling with him â unmasked and raw. It was a massive difference to the shy girl who never used to be able to look him in the eyes.
(You still struggle making direct eye contact with him though).Â
You donât know how it happened so quickly, but you begin trusting him and instinctively needing him around before actively realizing it. It was your bodies and mindsâ natural response.
In getting to know Sunghoon, you discover a multitude of shared interests, from music and literature to movies and even Lego sets. Yet, it's the differences that add depth to your connection. Sunghoon exuded confidence, his outgoing nature and commanding presence drawing you in. He knew how to navigate any situation with ease, always in control and never at a loss for words.
Yet, alongside his confidence was a wild streak that ignited a fire within you. He embraced the thrill of indulging in drugs, drinking, sex and getting high, finding euphoria in the freedom of letting loose. His uninhibited nature was undeniably attractive, adding to the magnetic pull you felt towards him.
Despite his wild side, Sunghoon displayed a remarkable intellect and dedication to his studies. He approached engineering with a seriousness that spoke to his ambition and drive. Behind his cool exterior lay a focused individual with clear goals and aspirations for the future. This combination of intelligence, ambition, and spontaneity only served to deepen your admiration for him.
You also love when he kisses you.Â
The entire world melts away in those moments, as his soft lips meet yours in a dance of warmth and affection. Each kiss is filled with smiles and unspoken promises, drawing you closer to him with every tender touch. The closeness you share in those stolen moments is everything youâve ever dreamed of and more.
It happens oftenâmore often than you would have expected. You find yourselves kissing, making out, lost in each otherâs embrace, more frequently than you could have imagined. Yet, despite the overwhelming desire that burns between you, you havenât been able to take that next step.
Do you want to have sex with him again? Yes, without a doubt. The thought of being intimate with him again sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. But have you been able to? No. And why? The answer eludes you, buried beneath layers of uncertainty and hesitation.
You meet his eyes through the reflection in the mirror, the anticipation palpable in the charged air between you. His hands trail down the curve of your back. As he zips up the back of your dress and places your necklace around your neck, his whispered words send a wave of bliss coursing through you.
âYou look beautiful,â he murmurs into your ear, arching your neck to meet his eyes directly now. his lips pressing against yours with longing, roughness, and breathlessness all at once. You moan softly into his mouth, your fingers instinctively fisting in his hair as he effortlessly picks you up, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.
With a sense of urgency, he guides you to the chair by his desk, both of you breathless and eager for more. You straddle him, the heat of your bodies igniting as you grind against each other. As the cool metal of the zipper trails down the small of your back, a shiver runs through youâmixed, not with the anticipated thrill, but an unsettling trepidation. Your breath hitches, caught in the tangle of your conflicting desires. This is what you wanted, isnât it? The question haunts the fringes of your mind, echoing with each inch of fabric that parts under his fingers.
He pauses, and the room suddenly feels too small, the air too thick. You can feel his gaze, heavy with concern, as he leans back to look at you. Itâs a careful, searching look, one that seems to pierce right through the façade of readiness youâve put up. âWhatâs wrong?â he asks, his voice low, a soft thread in the tense silence.
Your heart pounds louder, faster, betraying your outward calm. Embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you meet his eyesâso full of worry now. Why canât you just be okay with this? The frustration at yourself bubbles up, sour and accusing. You feel exposed, not just in flesh but in spirit, as if heâs peeling back layers youâre not ready to shed.
You open your mouth to speak, to explain, but the words dissolve into a heavy breath. His concern deepens, the atmosphere shifts; itâs no longer just about desire, but about the raw, unmasked corners of vulnerability. âY/N,â he says, and itâs gentle, almost reverent.Â
In that moment, caught between wanting and uncertainty, you realize the gravity of intimacyânot just the physical merging, but the emotional exposure. Itâs not just bodies that are laid bare in such encounters, but hearts and hidden fears, all intertwined.
He catches every faltering word, his expression softened by an empathetic understanding that seems to wrap around you like a warm blanket. âItâs okay. You donât need to say sorry,â he reassures you, his voice steady, a stark contrast to the tremble in your own.
You glance up at him, the turmoil inside bubbling over. âNo, I do⊠I do want to have sex with you, I think I do but something is holding me back. Something doesnât feel right inside of me, and I donât know what it is. I just feel weird, I feel tense, my anxiety has never felt this high.â The words spill out in a rush, your voice cracking under the strain of the heavy, churning emotions.
âI feel nauseous. Iâm sorry⊠I donât want to make you feel uncomfortable or guilty. Iâm really sorry.â You mumble, biting your lip to hold back the tears that threaten to break free. Guilt gnaws at you, twisting tighter with each apology, fearing how your words might weigh on him.
He listens, his eyes never leaving yours, not even for a moment. Thereâs no hint of frustration or judgement, only deep, unwavering patience. âYou donât need to say sorry to me about that, or explain yourself to me, ever,â he responds, his tone firm yet gentle. Itâs comforting, like a steady anchor in the tumultuous sea of your emotions.
âI know what youâre feeling. Having sex does take a toll on your body and mind. It can be a lot mentally. You donât need to explain yourself to me because I will always understand, okay? Just tell me if anything is making you uncomfortable and donât ever feel guilty about it.â His assurance is a soothing balm, addressing not just the immediate anxiety but acknowledging the broader, often unspoken pressures that come with intimacy.
The room stills, the earlier tension slowly dissipating as his words settle over you. You nod, a silent acknowledgment of his kindness. In this moment, the physical space between you is charged with a new, quiet intimacyâa connection not of bodies, but of souls understanding each other in profound silence.
His hand reaches out, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with a tenderness that makes your heart swell. Itâs a simple gesture, yet it speaks volumes, reinforcing the safety and acceptance in his presence. Itâs not about what happens next, or what didnât happen tonight. Itâs about being seen, understood, and cared for without conditions. And in that understanding, the heavy cloak of anxiety begins to lift, replaced by a lighter, more hopeful sensationâa whisper of peace amidst the storm.
âDo you still wanna go or do you wanna stay here and chill for the night?â he asks, his voice gentle, leaning in close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath. His eyes search yours for an answer, patient and undemanding.
You smile, a wave of relief washing over you at how understanding he is. âOf course I still want to go.â You respond, your voice steady but soft. Thereâs comfort in his presence, a safety that peels back the layers of guard youâve meticulously built around yourself. For a moment, you hold his gaze, seeing the sincerity and warmth that flicker in his eyes, revealing his true intentions. Itâs this truth that captivates you, locking your eyes with his and making the world around you fade.
He nods, a small, understanding smile playing on his lips. Standing, he offers his hand, and you place yours in it, feeling a rush of warmth from his touch. His hand is strong and secure around yours, a contrast to the smooth, gentle hold that sends a thrill up your arm. As he leads you through the crowd, you canât help but notice the confident way he movesâeach stride purposeful and assured, his shoulders relaxed yet commanding presence. The feeling of your hand in hisâa delicate yet perfect fitâmakes your heartbeat a little faster.
Sunghoon also bonded with your friends, although it got a bit awkward considering he had fucked Nayoung and Eunji before, itâs not shocking, he has a high body count. It wasnât easy to forget that the way he met you was through Nayoung, through his initial interest in her. But it was clear that boundaries were now set, and he viewed them as your friends specifically.Â
Sunghoon exuded an unexpected chill vibe that effortlessly drew people to him. He possessed a natural charisma that made it easy for him to get along with everyone, though not in a desperate, boundary-less way. Rather, he was the type who genuinely wanted to keep everyone happy and safe, yet he also harbored a darker, more defensive side. If you crossed him or someone he cared about, he wouldnât hesitate to assert himself.Â
His presence was magnetic, with eyes following him wherever he went. Being around him was like basking in sunshineâimpossible not to smile, to feel light and happy, to keep your eyes fixed on him with a wide smile. Thatâs why you warmed up to him so easily. His ability to effortlessly connect with your friends was incredibly hot, and seeing him make an effort was a major turn-on.
Your friends have grown accustomed to seeing you in their own world, whenever you and Sunghoon are together, their glances and remarks go unnoticed by both of you. Youâre so engrossed and caught up in each other that the outside world fades away. Thereâs constant eye smiles, giggling, stolen glances, whispers, and communications, all adding to the intimate atmosphere. Physical closeness comes naturally, and you always make space for him. He, in turn, chooses to sit next to you and focuses solely on you.
Youâre in the campus student lounge rooms. The last time you were here, the mere thought of him used to send chills down your spine, he used to make you incredibly nervous. The last time you were here with him was the morning after you had sex, and the memories flood back, mingling with the present moment.
But now? Youâd say youâve become a lot more comfortable around him. Donât get it wrong, he still makes you nervous. At times itâs still difficult to look into his eyes and he loves it, especially right now, when heâs tracing the skin under your pretty little skirt with such precision. His eyes gaze into yours, penetrating deep into your soul, while the sides of his lips upturn into a smirk. As always, your friends are rolling their eyes as you and Sunghoon are eye-fucking again, completely oblivious to the scene around you.
Why is he touching you? Well, you mentioned wanting a tattoo, so you asked Sunghoon to trace an artistic outline of what he thinks would look good on you. Of course, deep down, you just wanted his hands on you; you werenât actually planning to get inked. But you couldnât exactly blurt out, âSunghoon, please touch me!â in front of everyone, could you? He doesnât mind though; he sees right through you and finds you endearing and cute. Plus, heâs not exactly opposed to any excuse to touch you either.
As Sunghoonâs fingers glide over the bare skin of your thigh, you feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins. His touch is electric, sending shivers of anticipation up your spine. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, but the sound escapes anyway, earning a smirk from Sunghoon.
âReally? In front of everyone?â he teases, his voice husky in your ear, dripping with desire. You shake your head, unable to form words as his touch sets your nerves on fire. Every brush of his fingertips sends waves of pleasure straight to your core.
âYou like that?â he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear. You can only whimper in response, the ache between your legs growing more insistent with each passing moment.
His hand moves with purpose, tracing the curve of your thigh before inching higher, closer to where you need him most. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, matching the fire burning within you.
In your mind, youâre chanting âhigherâ over and over, craving his touch to escalate. Suddenly, his voice, a low whisper in your ear, sends shivers down your spine. âYou want me to touch you higher?â His words, dripping with seduction, fuel the fire burning within you.
How does he know? Itâs maddening yet exhilarating, the way he can read your desires with just a glance. You bite your lip, trying to suppress the moan building in your throat, but itâs futile. You want him to know, to feel the raw intensity of your longing.
âNo,â you manage to whisper, but itâs a lie, a feeble attempt to resist his irresistible allure. He smirks knowingly, his fingers teasingly brushing against your folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You canât hold back anymore as desire consumes you, craving his touch, his warmth, his everything.
He repeats his question with a smirk, his tone dripping with teasing temptation. âNo?â he says, drawing out the word, his eyes sparkling with mischief. But youâre beyond words now, lost in a haze of desire as his touch threatens to unravel you completely. All you can think about is him, his hands, his lips, igniting a hunger that only he can satisfy. âHoonââ
As you lay your head on Sunghoonâs lap, the comfortable silence of the room wraps around you. Youâre scrolling through his phone, a small gesture that shows just how close youâve become, trusting each other with such personal devices. Heâs doing the same with yours, each of you lost in a quiet exploration of memories captured in digital form.
Your fingers pause as you swipe through his camera roll, a gallery of his life displayed in bursts of pixels and colours. Thereâs an array of images: candid shots with friends, selfies, beautiful scenic photos, gym progress and a few of his university projects. You also come across an array of your own photos that youâd almost forgotten sending himânaughty and risquĂ© shots of you in lingerie, revealing outfits, and even some playful nudes.
Then, amidst the casual swiping, you halt. A photo pops up that halts your breath and tightens your chest. Itâs an image of Sunghoon with Arin.Â
You were still unclear about who Arin was to Sunghoon, and the nature of their past relationship. He hadnât ever spoken about her, and the bits you pieced together from Eunji and Nayoung suggested they were together a while ago, though whether it was serious or not, you couldnât be sure. But seeing this photo cuts your breath in half.
Theyâre caught in a serene momentâher seated on his lap, an arm draped comfortably around her. Her smile is radiant, the kind that seems to illuminate her entire face, and her eyes sparkle with joy. Sunghoonâs gaze is fixed on her with an intensity thatâs palpable, his eyes soft, mesmerised. Itâs clear from the photo that there was something deep and affectionate between them.
Among the multitude of images, this one stands out conspicuously, the only visual record of her presence in his phone. The absence of any other pictures of her prompts a troubling realisation: he must have deliberately removed them, yet this one remains, was it accidental? Was it not?Â
You doubt it. A chill runs through your spine, your breath shakes, and you feel a painful strain in your chest at the realisation. This photo had to be recentâyou notice him wearing one of his commonly used jackets, and the hairstyle is the same.
Youâre so incredibly jealous and shaken up that your vision blurs; you canât think straight, you feel like youâre about to throw up, you feel so fucked up and nauseous that you donât even think to check the date the photo was taken. All you can focus on is looking at her.Â
You canât believe how breathtaking the photo is. Arinâs dress hugs her figure elegantly, accentuating her curves in all the right places, while her radiant smile lights up the frame, infusing the image with an undeniable warmth. Her eyes sparkle with genuine joy, drawing you into their depths with an irresistible allure. But itâs the way Sunghoon looks at her that leaves an indelible impression on your mindâheâs captivated, his gaze fixed on her with a mesmerising intensity that speaks volumes.
As you stare at the image, a cold realisation washes over you. She embodies everything you fear youâre not; her ease and vibrancy in the photo make you painfully aware of what you perceive as your own shortcomings. Sunghoonâs mesmerised look serves as a sharp reminder of your insecurities, feeding the jealousy that coils tight in your chest.
Now you know what it means when people say that a photo speaks a thousand words. Itâs evident just by one photoâthey look like theyâre in love. The realisation hits you like a ton of bricks, confirming what your heart already suspected. With a single glance, the photo lays bare the truth of their relationship, leaving you reeling with a pang of heartache.
The photo stirs a storm of emotions within youâjealousy, envy, confusion. âSheâs pretty,â you whisper to yourself, so quietly that Sunghoon doesnât hear. You try to shake off the discomfort, to scroll past, but your eyes are glued to the image. Arinâs beauty, her dress, the happiness on his faceâitâs a vivid portrayal of a potential love that fills Sunghoonâs life.
Silence stretches, heavy and thick, as you digest the image and its implications. The room suddenly feels smaller, the air around you charged with unsaid words and emerging doubts. Your fingers tremble slightly as they linger on the screen, the brightness of the phone casting shadows on your thoughtful face.
Sunghoonâs voice breaks through the heavy silence, calling out your name with increasing urgency. He notices the sudden change in your demeanor, the way youâve gone silent and still, and follows your gaze to the photo of him and Arin. He meets your eyes, and thereâs an unreadable, cold expression as if heâs masking or hiding something.
Your faint, broken voice fills the room with a small whisper. âWhy do you have this photo on your phone?â
Heâs about to answer, his mouth opening to form words that youâre not sure youâre ready to hear, when suddenly his phone vibrates loudly on the table. Your head snaps towards the device, a sharp intake of breath catching in your throat as you see the name illuminated on the screen. A single tear escapes, tracing a hot path down your cheek, but you quickly wipe it away before he can notice. With a huff, tinged with a mix of anger and hurt, you ask, your voice trembling slightly, âWhy is Arin calling you?â
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You wonder if anyone here in this banquet hall has the slightest clue that you and Park Sunghoon have spent the last four days pretending the other doesnât exist.Â
Well, âpretendingâ is putting it generously considering youâve still got faint bruises from where his hands were pressed into your thigh four days ago when he had you bent over a classroom desk with your panties shoved aside and his ringed fingers fucking you open so slowly and so deeply until your brain shorted out completely and all you could see behind your closed eyes was light and stars and his name written everywhere. Then, of course, there was the day after that, where your face was pressed into silk in a vacant room in his fatherâs hotel as he fucked you so hard your legs shook all the way back home. Oh, and letâs not forget when heâ
Okay. Uh. So, obviously, there is something severely wrong with you.
Maybe the better question is whether anyone here can tell that whatever exists between you only really exists in the negative space between arguments and the furious, hungry way you tear into each other like starving animals with no sense of control and even less shame. (Like, genuinely less than zero.)
Probably not. No one ever looks at Seoulâs precious business prodigy and imagines heâs capable of losing control, let alone decorum. Meanwhile, youâre the only one who knows heâs actually the most insufferable asshole to ever exist.
Whatever. No one here even has basic instincts, let alone intuition. From the outside, you look serene and every bit the beloved perfect porcelain doll perched exactly where she belongs on her little shelf beside her âfiancĂ©,â and thatâs all anyone notices, which is what matters, right? So really, who cares if from the inside youâre vibrating with this horribly specific urge to either smash Sunghoonâs stupidly pretty face into the nearest marble or drag him by the tie into an empty room and let him fuck you senseless? (Preferably both.) (In that order.)
Time out.Â
You care. Obviously, you care. Hello? Pull yourself together and get the hell out of your own head. This freakishly insane sex thing cannot keep happening.
Also, you are literally at a formal event with cameras and vultures in designer circling everywhere, drooling for a singular misstep. For Godâs sake, your sweet, sweet parents are here, hovering somewhere near the front, trying (and failing) not to look obvious as they peek over their champagne flutes and watch you with that unmistakable cocktail of pride, hope, and a reasonable dash of parental concern. Every time you catch their eye, they break into these ridiculous, adoring smiles and wave at you like youâre still six years old and twirling onstage in a tutu instead of swanning through a ballroom with the devil himself hanging off your arm. And by an incredible mercy from the universe, theyâre also just as completely and spectacularly oblivious to the fact that their darling, beloved daughter is currently one blasphemously filthy Sunghoon-shaped thought away from turning the whole family legacy into a cautionary tale whispered at every future gathering in this vicinity.
Not to fucking mention, the two of you fucking around cannot keep happening, not just because itâs monumentally stupid or a total violation of basic common sense, but because of the kind of consequences you donât even want to think about. Youâd like to say regret is one of those consequences, but that would be a lie so bold that you fear the heavens might actually smite you where you stand. Normal people (sane people) would probably lie awake at night, mortified and consumed by guilt or, at the very least, a sense of shame, but you? Oh, you lie awake restlessly (and terribly, terribly horny) replaying every minute, genuinely wondering whether anyone else in the long and sordid history of the human race has ever been fucked the way Park Sunghoon fucks you.Â
So, what damning consequences are there then, if not sorrows and prayers? Well, none other than your best friend finding out. Not Sunoo (God bless his messy little heart). No, the true terror is having to look Jang âIâll kill us bothâ Wonyoung in the eye and admit you fucked Sunghoon again after swearing (for the third⊠maybe fourth? time) that you wouldnât. Oh, the thought alone makes you grimace. So seriously, get it together and stop thinking about fucking Sunghoon. Literally and figuratively.Â
You catch a glimpse of yourself in one of the mirrors as you pass, and it honestly defies belief even to you that beneath all this Prada and these pearls, your brain is hosting the kind of thoughts that would make the devil blush. Your skin is bare from your neck to just below your collarbones, except for a double strand of pearls tight around your throat, which right now feels more like a leash than an accessory (Especially when itâs practically one more deep breath away from strangling you, and not even in the fun, kinky way). Youâre still wearing that disgusting diamond ring, too, which is a reminder so gaudy it feels like it hums with radioactive energy every time you move your hand, so you do your best to pretend itâs just another ring. And of course, not a single soul in the room is trying to hide the fact that theyâre watching your every move as if youâre just another centerpiece for them to look at. At least the lilies in the flower arrangements have the luxury of being replaced before they wilt.
You smile and keep walking anyway. They want the show? Theyâre getting the fucking show.
âStop yanking my arm,â Sunghoon suddenly mutters from the side of his mouth and gets you out of your thoughts. âCan you pay attention for five seconds? Youâre practically dragging me across the room. Fucking relax.â
âIâm not yanking your arm,â you hiss back, smiling wider for the cameras that are flashing so aggressively youâre about two seconds away from developing epilepsy. âIâm walking at a normal pace. Like a normal, non-corpse person. And I am completely, one-hundred-percent fucking relaxedââ
âFor the love of God, stop talkingâ he cuts you off under his breath, sounding highly irritated while also keeping that artificial, picture-perfect smile glued to his face. âYouâre literally clenching.â
âOh, am I?â you mock, still keeping your face perfectly poised for the people passing by as the photographers move on to their next target. âFunny, you didnât seem to complain about that last time. Should I do that thing you liked to make it better? What was it you said? âJust like thaaat, just stay right there and let meââ
Sunghoon immediately turns his head and gives you a look that says heâs half a second away from dragging you back to the car. Which, frankly, would solve nothing except maybe youâd finally get the chance to scream at him again. Or Worse.Â
âThatâs not funny.â
You let a quiet little laugh slip when you see the way he clenches his jaw out of anger. âItâs hilarious, actually.â
No one can tell that the two of you are dysfunctional. Right?
Eventually, after collapsing back into your chair and listening to a very tipsy Heeseungâs soliloquy about god-knows-what (something about how heâd trade this entire table for a bowl of Ramen right now) for about thirty minutes, you make the fatal mistake of tuning into the conversation across from you, and you have to blink three times just to make sure youâre not hallucinating and that it actually is Park Sunghoon who your very own dad is coddling right now.Â
Oh. Okay.
This is a fresh new circle of hell you wouldnât wish on your worst enemy, which is ironic, considering the enemy in question is Park Sunghoon himself. And he is actually, somehow (terrifyingly), bonding with your sweet, sweet dad. Over what? Youâd really rather not know. But it started with your dad making some offhand, dad-tier reference to Fight Club, and that was all it took. Next thing you know, Heeseung gleefully launches Sunghoon into the conversation by saying, âOh, oh! Hoon here made me watch that movie last week!â and Sunghoon, the absolute bastard, does the unthinkable. Instead of being normal and silent and brooding in his usual haunted-castle-inhabitant way, he slips seamlessly into the conversation like this is his true calling and starts quoting the movie to your dad with a shit-eating grin, dropping lines likeââThe things you own end up owning you,ââas if heâs a misunderstood film major on the low and not, in fact, the reason youâre contemplating unspeakable sins in a public venue.
You shoot your dad a look of pure horror as he throws his head back and pats Sunghoon on the shoulder with the kind of giddy, fatherly approval that makes you want to crawl under the table and die. Et tu, Father Dearest?
So, you do the only reasonable thing in this scenario: you drag Sunghoon up by the arm and decide to begin the slow, torturous death march of personally greeting every partner, every board member, and just every single socialite whose name slips through your brain like water the second theyâre said. Sunghoon does most of the talking, and of course, heâs charming enough to get away with it, but if you listen closely, youâll notice that his voice is empty and detached and the literal conversational equivalent of reading off cue cards in his head. Though you could never deny that he knows how to work a room with ease, and it honestly just pisses you off even more. But whatever. You smile and tilt your chin the way youâve seen in all the glossy press photos and let yourself be admired like a well-funded project thatâs shiny enough to distract everyone from the fact that youâd rather be anywhere else⊠But if you have to spend one more minute watching him shake hands and trade pleasantries with men who would sell their own daughters for a sliver of what he has, you swear youâllâ
âY/N, darling!â A woman coos, and you recognize her vaguely as the wife of one of those partners but canât for the life of you be bothered to remember her name (you really need to work on that) as she leans in, lips painted the same shade of insincerity as her smile. âYou look absolutely radiant. Your mother must be so proud. I just saw her, actually.â Her eyes flick over you once before she sighs delicately. âBut ohâwe were all so terribly concerned when you werenât able to join us for the launch dinner in Tokyo last week. The press simply had a field day with it, didnât they?â
What a treat.Â
Youâd almost give her points for how sweet she makes it sound if you werenât already an expert at translating vultures. And youâve doomscrolled online speculations enough to know exactly how much everyone here enjoyed your so-called absence that night, so she really didnât need to spell it out. But again, points for trying. Sunghoon tightens his grip on your arm when you lightly huff a laugh, and you can tell itâs his âplease-donât-startâ warning squeeze.Â
So naturally, you start.Â
âOh. Thank you for your concern. You know, I figured Tokyo would survive a night without me. Last I heard, the cityâs still standing, so it seems I was right. Iâm glad it gave everyone something to talk about, though.â You pause just long enough for her to register the dig before you sweetly add with a smile, âBut really, thank you for your kindness. It means the world.â
The woman blinks about three times like sheâs processing your tone, but she recovers quickly and laughs like youâve just told the funniest joke in the world. âOh, bless your heart. What a charming girl.â She turns back to her husband, loops her arm through his with a satisfied smile, and then gestures back in your direction with a manicured hand as she walks away. âIsnât she just lovely? No wonder theyâre a couple, those two.â
(What a charming girl. Vulture translation? What a bitch.)
You sip whatâs left of your champagne and nod. âThank youuuu.â
That earns you a quick side eye and one of those Sunghoon specials: the silent, soul-murdering scoff, and it truly takes everything in you not to grin. Instead, you look up at him with your lashes fluttering, all doe-eyed and sweet like youâve never said anything wrong in your life. Thereâs the faintest curve at the corner of his mouth, gone as quickly as it appears with a flicker of something very close to amusement in his eyes, but he doesnât say anything. You just keep smiling and let him steer you away as you tuck yourself tighter against his side with your head held high.
Sunghoon doesnât say anything until youâre a safe distance away and no oneâs close enough to pretend they arenât listening. âThatâs the third time youâve scared someone off tonight,â He mutters, and thereâs⊠a flash of worry hidden under the irritation in his eyes as he jabs his chin towards the champagne glass in your hand. âSlow down with that, will you?â
He looks at you for a second longer, and itâs like a ghost from a past life has wandered into the room. Not the spooky, sheet-over-the-head kind, but the kind that smells faintly of old cologne and broken promises, but the sight is still ghostly enough to make your skin prickle.Â
âWhy?â you scoff, raising your glass just to spite him. âWorried Iâm going to embarrass your precious little image?â
âBecause I know you,â he says simply.Â
Itâs only three stupid words, but your stupid heart still nosedives straight through your chest and drags half of your vital organs down with it. Itâs funny how the human heart can memorize the shape of someone and never, ever unlearn it, even if youâve moved on and tried to erase their ghost. But your brain knows better.
The two of you stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, and you see Sunghoonâs jaw tick in the slightest. And, of course, he doesnât let the faint tenderness in his voice just then linger. ââŠAnd donât think Iâll waste a second of my week listening to you bitching and whining when you inevitably fuck up and end up plastered all over every gossip site in Seoul,â he sneers, voice cold and cruel. âSo behave, and put it away.â
The moment immediately snaps, and something inside you does with it, too. So you reach for something petty resting in your gut as you glance up at him through your lashes with your lips pursed in a pout. âWhat, are you my daddy now?â You step closer and drop your voice into a lustrous purr, and before he can even blink you lean up and drag the flat of your tongue in a slow stripe up the shell of his ear. To anyone passing by, it probably looks like a perfectly innocent moment where a doting fiancĂ©e shares a quiet word. Nothing scandalous at all. âGo ahead,â you whisper, and bite down on his earlobe gently just to tease. âTake the glass away, then. Tell me what to do, Sunghoon. I know you want to. Iâd even let you, if you asked nicely.âÂ
Sunghoon stiffens like youâve short-circuited his entire brain and you can see the war happening behind his eyes as he fights not to react and give you the satisfaction. Which, frankly, is the best part. âShit,â he mutters, âyour fucking attitudeâs out of control. Weâre in public.â
You pull away snugly and pat him right on the cheek like heâs a sulky kid, trying not to laugh in his face. âI donât care. If you tell me what to do again, Iâll set your hair on fire.â You arch your brows when you notice, with vicious curiosity, how the tips of his ears have suddenly gone bright red. âOh my god,â you whisper, pointing at his ears. âAre you blushing? Seriously? All I had to do was call you dââ
He shoots you a death glare. âShut the fuck up.â
You file that in your brain for a different time and gesture lazily between the two of you. âYou shut the fuck up. Weâre literally handing your precious father the perfect façade on a silver platter, so what more do you want from me? Should I just stand there, look pretty, and keep my mouth shut like a good little accessory?â
His eyes linger on your face, searching, and you can tell heâs trying not to look too pleased about any of this. âFunny, you almost sound like youâre enjoying yourself as opposed to how you were acting in Japan.â
You scoff, loud enough that a couple of suits glance over. âDonât bring up Japan,â you hiss, barely moving your lips. âAnd for the record, youâre welcome.â Your eyes travel over him, lingering just long enough to make your point. You reach out and grab a champagne flute from a passing tray while setting your empty one down, then drain half of it in a single go before flashing your brightest, fakest smile at a group of some middle-aged women looking your way. âYou look so much better with me on your arm, Sunghoon. Try to keep up.â
He leans in and whispers in your ear. âAh. Donât make the mistake of thinking youâre irreplaceable. Because youâre not.â He lets his eyes flick down to your lips, then up again. âSo, letâs not get cocky, princess. Itâs not a good look on you.â
Something stings in your chest, but you ignore it and focus on how absolutely rageful you feel. You glance around once with the sweetest smile across your lips, and when youâre sure no oneâs watching, you step closer and lean in, acting like youâre fixing his tie, but as you do, you move your heel sideways until it lands right on top of his polished leather shoe. At first, you press down slowly, and then you lean in and put your whole weight behind it to dig in harder and harder until he grunts a curse right in your ear and his hand shoots up to wrap around your waist to steady himself.
âI donât know, Sunghoon. Iâd say this is a pretty fucking good look on me,â you hum, twisting your heel mercilessly. âOr does it only suit you when youâre the one stepping on everyone else?â
Sunghoon grits his teethâclearly refusing to give you the satisfaction of a full wince as his hand tightens on your waist. âI think youâre doing all the stepping right nowâFuckâAre you trying to break my foot?â
You only smile wider, straightening up as you let go of his tie, but not before digging in with your heel one last time just to make your point. âIf the shoe fits,â you purr, letting him go.
Sunghoonâs brows pinch together, and his eyes are practically shooting daggers through you, but you know better than anyone that heâs all bark and no bite when youâre in public like this. So you shrug and turn away first just as an old man wobbles up to greet him, and all of a sudden, Sunghoon is the poster boy of composure and charm, acting like he owns the goddamn building (Which, by extension, he literally does.) You mirror him in your own way and glue yourself to his side while also nodding along to whatever bullshit theyâre talking about.Â
But unfortunately, the problem here isnât the urge to scream at him or throw a champagne flute at his head (tempting as that is.) No, itâs how your self-control seems to shrivel by the second the longer you stand here pretending to be a functioning, sane, and dignified member of high society, when in reality, you believe youâre objectively the horniest person in this entire godforsaken ballroom and maybe even in the greater Seoul area. Quite possibly on earth, even. Is there⊠like a hotline for this? Ew. Scratch that. Is there a vaccine instead? Because youâre starting to think you might be a medical anomaly at this point, and youâd honestly wire your life savings to whoever can prove that somewhere, someone out there is hornier than you. And if such a person exists, how do they even get anything done, considering every single waking moment that Sunghoon isnât inside you lately feels like slow-burning agony and bottomless despair?Â
Wait a damn minute.Â
You know what? This is just the ridiculous amount of champagne youâve had planting these thoughts in your head. You need to drink a glass of water immediately and maybe even splash it in your own face for good measure.Â
Okay. Okay, deep breath. Whatever you do, just donât look at his hands. Easy. There we go. Hands? What hands? Youâve never even seen a hand in your life. Donât even think about his hands. (You are absolutely thinking about his hands.) Just think about literally anything else. Think about corporate tax fraud, think about puppies⊠or your motherâs face if she could hear your internal monologue right nowâliterally anything but his hand and the fact that every vein on it is standing out like a road map you want to trace with your tongueâoh, perfect. Now heâs moving his hand. Aaaaaaaand now heâs wrapping it right around your arm. Excellent. Fantastic. Has he somehow developed psychic powers specifically to torment you? Hello? Park Sunghoon, if you can hear this, I fucking hate you. Get your evil psychic sex hands out of my personal space and focus on talking to that fossil fuel. Iâm done. Fuck you.
As if on cue, he shifts, and his stupidly thick, long fingers tighten around your arm just a little, and you can practically catalogue every single vein that runs up his knuckles. And donât even get started on those gold Tiffany rings he always wears that are flashing under the chandelier lights every time he idly moves or spins them around like he doesnât know exactly what heâs doing. Fucking great. Your mind is now running a highlight reel of everywhere theyâve been and every time heâs made you come apart with just two fingers. You canât even blink without picturing them coated in your wetness with his rings glinting as he circles your clit and works you apart.Â
âYou can stop looking at me like that now.â
Sunghoon says with his gaze fixated on you, and it breaks you right out of the spell. His hand tightens minutely on your arm, and his fingers make a slow circle around your bare skin, enough to set every nerve on fire. You tense instantly, because that tiny movement is enough to let you know he definitely saw the way you were looking at him. (Allegedly.)
âUnless,â he hums mockingly with one brow arched, âIs there something you want, darling?â
You donât even realize youâre biting your lip until he looks down at your mouth. Okay⊠So itâs over. How do you even come back from this? Fuck. Youâve at least got to try. Get out of your head and stop staring at him.
âDonât start this again. I donât want anything from you.â You blink the Sunghoon-induced stupidity from your brain, and give him your best impression of someone who hadn't just been mentally deep-throating his fingers with God and all of his angels listening. âAnd I wasnât looking at you. I was trying not to kill myself while you were talking to that borderline misogynistic ogre by indulging in the act of dissociation, and you just so happened to be in my line of sight.â
Before Sunghoon can say something cutting back (and you know heâs about to, because lo and behold, Smug Sunghoonâąïž has made an appearance), Ningning materializes at your side, and her timing is so perfect you almost want to kiss her on the mouth.Â
âSorry to interrupt,â she says, voice calm and sweet in that way she does when sheâs trying to sound professional as she looks at Sunghoon. âYouâre needed by the west barâChairman Lee says itâs urgent. Something about the press embargo regarding your father, I believe. Also, the Chairman of Mirae Holdings wants to greet the two of you personally. And, um, his wife would like a photo, so⊠good luck.â
She turns to you, and thereâs a brief, panicked flicker in her eyes that only you catch. You widen your own just a fraction to give her the universalâplease save meâsignal and, God bless her heart, she gets it instantly.
âOh! Right, andâY/N, youâre also needed by⊠Ms. Oh? Yes, Ms. Oh! Sheâs been looking everywhere for you aboutâumâthe⊠guest list for the afterparty your parents are hosting? Also very urgent. She says it canât wait, actually, so⊠letâs move along, shall we?â
With that, she politely but firmly starts to steer you away with her âIâm-trying-to-be-professional-but-your-dysfunction-is-making-it-impossibleâ smile on her face.
And of course, Sunghoon immediately narrows his eyes and scoffs like he finds the whole situation absurd. âReally? Table placements? Thatâs what weâre going with?â
âYes, really,â you shoot back defensively. âClearly, I have a very important, very urgent job to do, so you should go handle your⊠embargo crisis, or whatever.â
He cocks a brow, looking wholly unconvinced, but he watches as Ningning pulls you away anyway. âRight. Try not to miss me too much.â
Oh, shut up.
Thank God for Ningning.Â
If only she could also solve the problem of your brain and your legs threatening to betray you before the night is over.
Sunghoon is bored out of his fucking mind.
Heâs been smiling for so long his jaw hurts, and if one more middle-aged man with a bad haircut asks him how his father is doing in New York, he might actually snap. Chairman-this, Director-that, and whoever fucking else. All of them are eager to praise Park Groupâs âglobal vision,â as if glazing his father hard enough will magically elevate their stock.
As if Sunghoon gives a shit.
âYes, heâs well.â
âYes, he sends his regards.â
What he doesnât mention is that he wouldnât actually know if his father sends his regards or not because he hasnât even spoken to the man himself in weeks. Any âconversationâ theyâve had has been filtered through a tired assistant or squeezed into a curt business call that never lasted longer than necessary and never strayed beyond numbers and names. His father doesnât waste words on pleasantries, let alone sentiments like âregards.â Whatever version of Park Sunghoon these men think theyâre flattering right now is just another empty suit fulfilling his role, all while his father is God-knows-where out of the country, spinning deals and shaking hands with men whoâd eat their own children if the price was right. But Sunghoon lets them talk and charms them anyway. Heâs been trained for this since before he could tie his shoes. Itâs easy. Itâs always been easy.
All throughout this endless amount of small talk that makes him want to smash his fist through the wall just to feel something again, some stubborn, traitorous part of him is always keeping track of you underneath it all, the same way the tide canât help but be pulled by the moon.Â
Letâs get one thing straight: heâs not looking for you.
Heâs being responsible and checking on you to make sure you havenât disappeared out of a window just to spite him or made a mess heâll have to clean up later, since you seem to be in a particular mood tonight.
Even as his eyes mindlessly scan the room to get a sense of where you are, your presence still presses in next to him even though youâre nowhere near him. Like a phantom limb, he keeps forgetting heâs lost until it starts aching again. He feels you in the space at his side where you were standing minutes ago. He can feel the ghost of your touch, the shape of your fingernails digging crescents into his arms while everyone else was oblivious, and the sound of your voice when you were half-mad and furious and begging for something youâd never admit out loud. The most infuriating part is that lately, he canât just turn it off and ignore it anymore, despite how good heâs always been at doing that. (Numbness is practically a family heirloom.)
Whatever.
His gaze drifts over your shared table, and his eyes catch for just a second on Hana doubled over, laughing with Mr. Lee and your parents. There are two empty chairs near them, and they sit there like a gap in the teeth of something living and hungry, and tonight they technically donât belong to his parents, but the emptiness seems to gape right back at him accusingly, as if it knows itâs the missing piece everyoneâs learned to ignore. Sunghoon glances away, annoyed with himself, because he hates the way that after all these years, it still feels like standing outside on a patio somewhere, watching someone elseâs family pass plates and laughter around a candlelit table. A father sneaks a slice of cake for his wife while voices call out for the birthday girl, and a boy just hovers at the edge, trying not to want what would never be his.
Where the hell are you, though? Why canât heâÂ
There you are.
He spots you by one of the tables, haloed in the warm spill of the chandelier light with your head tilted in concentration and your pearls catching on your collarbones. You look happier than you did next to him just a few moments ago, and that alone is enough to set his teeth on edge. Whatâs worse is that you actually look⊠comfortable. Not the kind you pretend to look. The real kind.
And standing next to you isâŠÂ
Of course.Â
Jeon Jungkook. Park Groupâs favorite rival heir and his fatherâs pet nuisance. Jeon Jungkook, who has a reputation for never once learning how to keep his hands to himself, whose idea of a good time is ruining someone elseâs, and whoâd probably auction off his own fatherâs soul (and his own, for that matter) to knock Sunghoon off his pedestal. He can see the way heâs standing just a little too close and grinning that lazy, dangerous grin, with one tattooed hand hovering near your waist as he leans in to say something he most likely has no business saying to you.Â
The rest of the ballroom disappears as he watches the way his eyes drag over you without shame. Itâs just the sight in front of him and the ugly, primal urge to put his fist through somethingâpreferably Jungkookâs cocky face. He really fucking hates that every part of him wants to storm over and remind him (and himself) that youâre not fucking available for other people to look at, or touch, or even think about with that damned ring on your finger.
Fuck off, he tells his own mind. Weâre not doing this.Â
So he ignores the two of you. In theory.Â
But then he sees Jungkook reach out and tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and his fingers brush your cheek like itâs the most natural thing in the world, and something in Sunghoonâs carefully constructed composure fractures so fast he almost feels dizzy. Surely he canât just get away with that. Surely this asshole knowsâeveryone in this room knowsâthat youâre supposed to be his fiancĂ©e. Surely youâ
Sunghoon doesnât even realize heâs moving until heâs pulled straight towards you by whatever sick gravitational force that keeps fucking with him. Jungkook grins wider when he sees him approaching, then tilts his head as if heâs surprised to see him.Â
âThere you are, Sunghoon-ah!â he drawls, âY/N here was just telling me the most interesting story about your little trip to Tokyo.â
The mention of Tokyo nearly knocks the breath right out of him for the hundredth time tonight, but he keeps his expression ironed flat. He flicks a glance at you, and youâre sparkling in the light and looking so goddamn aliveânot the way you did on that first day in Japan with your eyes always somewhere far away in an empty wayâand you lean into him when he slides an arm firmly around your waist like itâs his birthright. Your mouth curves up at the corner in a way that tells him you know exactly what youâre doing, then you tip your head back, and your perfume wraps around him so suddenly it nearly makes him falter.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â You purr, and every syllable is dipped in the kind of mockery only he would ever catch. âMiss me too much?â
For a heartbeat, Sunghoon goes completely still, and the noise of the ballroom drops away and is replaced by the wild thrum of his pulse and the scent of you. Then he remembers where he is, and he clears his throat.
Sunghoon greets Jungkook and politely inclines his headâall courteous respect for the older man, but thereâs not a single atom of warmth beneath it. âI did not expect to see you here tonight.â
âHello to you too,â He raises his glass at Sunghoon in a way that only pisses him off more. âI go where the fun is, you know that.âÂ
Sunghoon returns his smile with one of his own, perfectly polite, perfectly blank, every inch the heir his father raised him to be. âWell, I hope youâre enjoying yourself. Iâm sure youâve made the rounds by now. Or have you only just arrived to try your luck?â
Jungkook laughs, and his eyes flicker down to where Sunghoonâs hand is gripping your waist. âLuck has nothing to do with it. Besides, itâs not every day I get to catch up with old friends back home since Iâm practically overseas all the time.âÂ
âAh, right. I almost forgot how much older you are,â Sunghoon hums, punctuating and slightly raising his tone when he says the word older. âBack in the day, youâd be out on the balcony with her brother, keeping score while she and I turned the whole garden into a racetrack. She had pigtails, I had grass stains, and you⊠Well, you already had a drink in your hand, didnât you? Werenât you in your⊠mid-twenties?â
You clear your throat and give Sunghoon a look that says youâre about ten seconds away from staging an intervention for this pissing contest, but Sunghoon doesnât even so much as blink.
âI was nineteen, actually,â Jungkook corrects firmly. âYoung and stupid, I know. But still, barely older than you are now. You make it sound like I was supervising you from a rocking chair.â
âSame thing,â Sunghoon says smoothly, and his grip at your waist tightens just a fraction. âYouâre practically like family, arenât you, hyung?â
âI havenât even seen him since like⊠2023?â you cut in, glancing between at Sunghoon like heâs mildly embarrassing you. Then your fingers slip behind him as you pinch his side hard, though he doesnât react. âWeâre just catching up. Try not to scare him off, sweetheart.âÂ
âHey, Iâm only following orders. Her brother told me to keep an eye on herâmake sure she doesnât get too bored hanging around all these old men.â Jungkook glances at you with a wink that makes Sunghoon want to put his fist through the nearest antique vase. âSomeoneâs gotta keep her entertained.â
Sunghoonâs smile never falters, though his grip around you tightens. âOh, you donât have to worry. Sheâs in good hands with me. Never a dull moment.â
You snort so loud it actually startles Sunghoon, and he turns his head to look at you, and you just meet his eyes and smack his arm in an almost playful way. âShut up,â you mouth at him, but your lips are twitching, and he canât help itâhe almost smiles. Almost.Â
Then you turn your attention back to Jungkook. âOh, come on. Hold on. Donât tell me youâre about to start playing big brother on me now. Werenât you the one sneaking me soju under the table at my graduation party?â
Jungkook presses his pointer finger up to his lips and laughs. âAllegedly. And only because you begged so sweetly, love.â
Sunghoon tongues his cheek. The fuck?
Then the memory of that exact party flickers across his mind. It was the summer he perfected the art of self-control, and there were fairy lights tangled in the trees, the distant hum of cicadas in the open night air, and you were spinning in your heels with Wonyoung and Sunoo egging you on as you drunkenly stumbled over to him with your cheeks flushed red, even after heâd spent all summer ignoring you. He remembers looking at you and swallowing down everything he didnât know how to say and turning away coldly.Â
Fucking hell. Iâm not eighteen anymore. Iâve moved on.
Meanwhile, youâwell, you canât even pinpoint the exact moment the night turned into whatever this is, but honestly, youâre buzzing. Youâre pretty sure itâs mostly from the champagne (which youâve been sipping way too fast), but also maybe from the absolute thrill of watching this unfold in real time.Â
âYou were always my favorite troublemaker. Sunghoon-ah, tell me, are you keeping her in line, or do I need to step in?âÂ
âTrust me, she doesnât need anyone to keep her in line.â His voice goes a touch lower, just for you. âShe does whatever the hell she wants, donât you, sweetheart?â
Youâd be lying if you said you werenât having the time of your life right now.
Jungkook, for all his charm, is just being himselfâmore or less harmless. If anything, heâs always looked at you like youâre the worldâs most annoying little sister he loves to tease, and unfortunately, if you really think about it, he only touched your cheek the way someone whoâs been around long enough to see you in every awkward preteen phase would (Which is all kinds of mortifying.) The only thing less likely than him actually flirting with you is him surviving your brotherâs wrath if he tried.Â
But you know exactly how this looks right now.
Two can play this game, Park Sunghoon. Let him stew and simmer and dig his stupid hand into your waist just a little harder, like heâs got something to prove. Itâs not that he cares about youâGod forbidâbut you know when it comes to you, Sunghoon only cares when the narrative slips out of his pretty fingers because heâs a fucking control freak who canât stand the thought of anyone else having his toys, especially when the world is watching and his precious image is on the line. His âfiancĂ©eâ shouldnât be giggling with someone youâve suspected heâs always low-key, always hated for reasons you canât name, but maybe itâs because he could maybe, possibly, publicly rival him in name and in attention.Â
So thatâs exactly why youâre doing it.
You laugh a little louder, toss your hair over your shoulder, and give Jungkook your best, most sparkling eyes. âMaybe I should let you step in, actually. At least youâre fun at parties,â you raise your glass towards Jungkook, âwhich is more than I can say for some people.â
Jungkook laughs again, and you swear you almost see fumes come out of Sunghoonâs ears. âSee? Some things really donât change. Sheâs keeping you on your toes, I bet.â
âYeah,â Sunghoon murmurs, letting his gaze linger on you, âSheâs an expert at that.â
âHardly have to try,â your heart trips over itself, but you just smirk back and whisper. âItâs not my fault youâre so easy to wind up.â
He leans in even closer to whisper in your ear. âCareful, princess. One of these days youâll push too far.â
You pout. âMaybe I want to see what happens.â
Jungkook watches this exchange with a glint of amusement in his eyes. âAh, you two are adorable... Watching you is like watching a car crash in slow motion, like itâs almost impossible to look away from. Really makes me miss being that young and stupid.â
âI beg your paââ
You blink at him. âStupidâ?â
âJust an observation. Youâll figure it out.â Jungkook shrugs and looks between you with a knowing look. âTry not to kill each other. Or do. Either way, make it entertaining. But anyway, Iâll leave you to it. Donât want to stand in the way of true loveâor⊠whatever you kids are calling it these days.âÂ
He lifts his glass in a lazy salute, and his gaze lingers on the two of you just a second longer than necessary before he turns to disappear into the crowd, leaving you and Sunghoon standing there alone. You immediately pull away from his grip, not quite yanking but not exactly gentle either, and you shoot him a glare.Â
âDo you have an ounce of respect in you? Or do you constantly itch with the need to prove that you think youâre better than everyone?â
Sunghoon barely looks at you, eyes darting past you like heâs checking to make sure nobodyâs watching, then he looks back at you and shrugs. âI donât think Iâm better than everyone,â he smirks. âI know I am.â
âYou arrogant basââÂ
âAnd I was just making conversation,â he completely cuts you off, speaking calmly as ever, as if he didnât just spend five minutes trying to burn holes through Jungkookâs head with his eyes. âOr would you rather I stand here and let him eye-fuck my âfiancĂ©eâ right in front of me?â
âOh my fucking godâEye-fuck?â The way he says it just kills you, and the laugh bursts out of you before you can stop it, and it only pisses Sunghoon off more. âHe literally treats me like Iâm still a kid, you moronâplease. Oh myyy god. Oh, I wish. My stomach hurts.â
âLike a kid? Did you fucking see the way he was looking at youâ?â He nearly chokes, and the words spill out so fast itâs like he canât stop himself. Then he falters and his brows furrow, and you see him actually pause like heâs trying to make sense of the universe. âWhat the hell do you mean, âyou wish?â
You arch a brow and huff one last laugh. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say youâre jealous, Sunghoon.â
He smoothens his expression, and his mouth curves into a mockery of a smile. âLetâs not get ahead of ourselves. When are you finally going to get it through that stubborn little head of yours that nothing you do actually matters to me? The only thing that matters to me is my imageâwhich, unfortunately, includes you now.âÂ
Despite everything youâve been telling yourself, you almost say it. Itâs right there, and itâs burning the back of your throat like battery acid:Â
Why the hell did you shove your tongue down that scandalous little skank of a socialiteâs mouth just last week in Tokyo if this is how youâre acting?
But you ultimately swallow it down because you donât want his answers. Not anymore.
âYou were foaming at the mouth like a rabid dog, but ooooookay. By all means, bullshit me.â You huff, looking around to make sure no one is too close.Â
Sunghoon clenches his jaw. âNo, really. If you actually want to throw yourself at him somewhere more private, go right ahead. See if I care.â
âOh, I will.â You go for the jugular because youâre tired and bored and angry. âMaybe Iâll let him buy me a drink. Hell, maybe Iâll even let himââ
âGo,â he cuts you off, and his nostrils flare. âBe my guest. I mean it, go.â
You just stare at him for a moment, and you canât tell if he means it or not. âHeartless bastard,â you mutter under your breath. âYou really are a fucking asshole, you know that?â
He tilts his head and huffs an empty laugh. âIs that supposed to hurt my feelings? What, did you expect me to beg you not to go to him?â
âNo, Sunghoon,â you breathe, âI donât think you have any feelings left to hurt.â
Youâre both painfully aware of the watchful eyes circling the ballroomâthe way every gesture gets noticed, catalogued, and whispered about by people whoâd sell their souls just to get a small understanding of what youâre saying. You keep your posture perfect with your teeth bared in something that only barely passes as a smile.
Then you scoff and turn on your heel.
Before you can take more than three steps, his hand is desperately around your wristânot nearly as composed as he wants to look. Itâs subtle enough that it might pass for a romantic gesture from the outside, but his grip is anything but soft. You freeze, and the whole world seems to slow down for just a second.
âDonât go,â he murmurs.
And for a secondâjust oneâyour stupid, traitorous heart actually stutters at it like it forgot itself and heard something itâs been trained not to listen for. Itâs quiet and almost careless, like he didnât mean to let it slip out that way. He leans in a fraction and lowers his voice even more, as if the walls themselves might be listening.
ââŠItâs going to look like youâre storming off after an argument.â
There it is.
You laugh under your breath and slowly glance down at where his fingers are wrapped around your arm, then back up at him. âLet me go. Iâll do whatever I want.â
He doesnât let go. âI know,â he says, and his voice is barely above a whisper. âBut youâre not going anywhere tonight. Not with him. Heâsââ
âWhat?â You hiss quietly. âIs he selfish? A liar? Cruel? Oh, maybe he fucks around? Or maybe heâs just another narcissist with a pretty face and a daddy complex? Is it all of the above?â Your mouth curves up, and you lean in to whisper in his ear. âDoes that ring a bell?â
His fingers dig in harder. âKeep pushing, and Iâll remind you what happened the last time you mouthed off.â
You hum just to piss him off. âOh? Whatâll you doâdrag me to the bathroom and fuck me stupid with all your precious investors ten feet away? Thatâs all youâre good for, isnât it? Youâre literally incapable of doing anything else.â
He doesnât answer. But you catch the way his jaw clenches and his eyes darken, and that tells you everything you need to know. God, heâs so easy.Â
And youâre even worse, because you almost hope he tries it.Â
âLet go, Sunghoon,â you say quietly. âYou donât get to grab me, and you donât get to scare off the people I choose to talk to just because you donât like how it makes you feel.â
His mouth curves into that same empty smile from earlier, though the way his fists curl at his sides says otherwise. âI donât feel anything.â
âSo let go.â
He does.
And you walk away without looking back.
You unclip the double strand of pearls from your throat with shaking fingers because it suddenly feels like itâs cutting off the last bit of air in your lungs. With a sigh you canât quite control, you set the pearls down on the marble counter, and for a second you just stand there with your palms pressed flat against the surface, letting the coolness seep into your skin and settle the electric rage buzzing in your chest. You close your eyes and count to three in a pathetic little ritual because if you donât, youâre genuinely going to scream.Â
Back in the day, youâd be out on the balcony with her brother, keeping score while she and I turned the whole garden into a racetrack. She had pigtails, I had grass stains...
Oh, he can fuck all the way off.
Actually, no. He and the boy in that memory can fuck off, loop the block, trip down the stairs, and take that cocky little nostalgia reel with them while theyâre at it. You donât know what possesses Park Sunghoon to just reach into the past and pluck out something golden and innocent as if it belongs to him, as if those memories are communal propertyâlike he didnât spend the last three years pretending none of it mattered, but there is something deeply, profoundly unwell about the way his mind works, and you once again have zero interest in diagnosing it.
Those memories should be yours. Yours only.
But maybe the tragedy of it all is realizing that they never belonged to just one of you. Theyâre his, too, and you canât unshare them no matter how badly you want to. No, actually. The real tragedy isnât that those memories belonged to both of you onceâitâs that he only reaches for them when he wants to win. When it benefits him. When he wants to remind you that he still has access to something soft and sacred and yours.Â
You donât want him touching them with his dirty hands.
The boy from the garden is gone. You buried him yourself. And if Park Sunghoon thinks he gets to stand there in his perfect suit and cruel composure and decide when that version of himself is convenient to rememberâ
The bathroom door swings open.
You donât have to look. You know itâs him by the way the room seems to contract, by the way your skin goes tight like itâs anticipating the impact of whatever is about to happen next.
Sunghoon doesnât say your name. He never does when heâs like this. His expression is unreadable; itâs the same one he wears in boardrooms and press photosâexcept his jaw is clenched way too hard, and his gaze drops to your mouth for half a second too long, and his eyesâGod, his eyes are burning holes through you.
âReally?â You huff irritably and turn to face him. âYou canât give me five fucking minutes alone?â
âAre you finally done making a scene?âÂ
You laugh and look around humorlessly. âYou followed me into the womenâs bathroom. Want to rethink whoâs making a scene? Wait, actuallyâdonât you dare stand there and try to lecture me. Not when you getting blackout drunk at a formal fucking event is the reason Iâm even standing here, wearing thisââ you flash your ring finger at him, ââstupid fucking ring in the first place.â
âKeep your voice down,â he bites out, voice low enough to make your skin prickle. âFuck. Do you want everyone to hear how desperate you are for attention?â
âIf I wanted attention, Iâd go up to Jungkook and ask him to fuck me on the table.â Sunghoonâs jaw clenches at that, and you want to grin, but youâre too pissed off and have a lot to say. âYou know, maybe if you spent half as much energy minding your own business as you do pretending not to care about mineââ
Sunghoon locks the door.Â
âThe fuck? Why the hell did you lockââ
âShut up,â He clicks his tongue and takes a step further. âIâm here to make sure you donât ruin everything Iâve worked for. But youâd love it if I cared, wouldnât you? Is that why you keep pushing me? Or is it just easier for you to piss me off than to admit you want something from me that you keep denying?â
âIf anyone is going to ruin anything youâve worked for, itâs you, you sloppy drunk bastard.â You bite back, but you canât ignore the heat simmering between you. âWhat I want is for you to leave me the fuck alone. Or is that too complicated for Seoulâs precious little prince to understand?â you say slowly, enunciating like youâre talking to a particularly dense child. âMe. Want. You. Gone. Away. Not. Here.â
Sunghoon seems entirely unfazed. âYou donât want me to leave,â he says, eyes heavy-lidded with something dark that makes your stomach twist as he steps even closer. âYou never do.â
Fucking hell. He needs to stop eyeing you like heâs about to devour you and get the fuck out of here before you do something really, really stupid again.
âSo help me, Park Sunghoon, if you take one more step closer, youâll see exactly how far I can push youâright down those fucking stairs outside, and Iâll make sure you hit every single one on the way downââ
Heâs in your space in half a heartbeat, and his voice feels like a blade at your throat. âStop fucking talking. You talk so fucking much, you know that?â
âI do, actually,â you snap. âAnd Iâll keep fucking talking if I want to. Youâve been telling me what to do all night, as if Iâd actually ever listen to you.â You shove your finger into his chest, hard enough to make his suit jacket wrinkle. âWhy the fuck did you follow me in here like a dog? Huh? Should I throw you a bone to make you leave, puppy? Why are you here?â
âBecauseââ His voice cracks with anger, and his lips twist like the words taste sour in his mouth. âBecause you make me so fucking mad I canât even think straight. You drive me insane. Is that what you want to hear?â
Oh no. You know exactly where this is about to go.Â
And you should stop it right here, right now, like a rational person, because you spent the whole night swearing up and down that you were above this and that you could see Park Sunghoon one (1) time and walk away with your pride and panties intact. Oh, who the hell are we fooling? Your brainâs been on a never-ending loop playing the image of him on his knees with his full pink lips wet from your slick and his face buried between your thighs while you try and fail not to sob his name, even though every person in Seoul desperate for a scandal is just on the other side of the door.
You are about two seconds away from setting feminism back an entire decade. Oh noooooo.
âNo. No. No. I donât want to hear anything coming out of your mouth right now,â you spit back and shove him square in the chest. âLeave me alone.â
He doesnât budge. Not an inch. The only thing that moves is his hand of his own accord to catch your wrist mid-air. Before you can snarl or snatch it back, he twists your arm behind you and spins you so your front slams against the marble edge of the sink.
âLet goââ You start, but your breath stutters when he presses right up against you and cages you in with his hips, his chest, and the iron grip of his hand. âYou fucking bastardââ
âDo you even know what you look like right now? Do you think I donât know what youâre thinking? What have you been thinking of this whole night?â He mutters into your ear, his breath hot, his hand flattening yours against the cold marble. âYou want to run your fucking mouth? Then say it to your own fucking face. Look at yourself.â
He growls and roughly brings his hand up to your jaw, and itâs big enough to cover nearly half your face as he forces your chin up until youâre staring at yourself in the mirror. You glare at his reflection, but the sight of the two of you like thisâyour body trapped between him and the sink, his broad frame blotting out everything behind you, the raw anger written all over your facesâsends a bolt of something hot and vicious right down your spine.Â
Your (not so) precious resolve is slipping through your fingers again. You need to stop this. You really, truly do. This is a disaster. This is all so, so wrong.
So why do you want it more than anything youâve ever wanted in your life?Â
âHmm?â He slides his hand down your throat and curls his long fingers just tight enough to steal the breath from your lungs, and squeezes once. âCat got your tongue, princess? Go on. Tell me to leave. I want to hear you say it while you look like this.â
Heâs everywhere all at once. Behind you, around you, filling every inch of your space like he owns it, and worst of all, heâs curling into every corner of your mind until it feels like thereâs nowhere you could turn where he isnât already waiting for you.
You swallow against his palm. âAsshole.â
âGo on,â he growls. âLie to me.â
Fuck this.
Maybe itâs the champagne ever so faintly humming through your system and making you braver than you should be, or maybe itâs something meaner. Either way, you twist hard out of his grip and slam your palms against his chest and shove him back with everything you have. He staggers a step, and you donât give him time to recover before youâre on him, fisting the front of his suit jacket and pushing him against the wall with a grip so fierce your knuckles go white.Â
âYou know what, Sunghoon?â You tighten your grip on his jacket. âYouâre the one who followed me in here with your tail wagging like you just canât help yourself. So you tell me, what is it you want so badly?Â
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â He rasps furiously and tries to shove you off lightly, but you dig in harder and pin him right there. âMove. Donât fucking push me.â
âNo,â you spit. âNot this time. If there is something you want, youâre going to have to fucking ask for it.â
âY/N. I said move, orââ
You click your tongue. âIf you wanted to move me, you wouldâve done it by now. So shut up, and use your words.â You drag your mouth along his jaw to taunt him, and you feel the way his chest stutters under your palm as you throw his favorite phrase back in his face. âYou can have anything you wantâif you just ask for it. Or is the big, bad Park Sunghoon too fucking proud to beg for what he wants?â
You let your tongue flick against the shell of his ear just to drive the knife in deeper, and you can feel the way he strains against his own pride and everything thatâs kept him composed this long.
âYou said those exact words to me, remember?â You whisper, letting your lips drag slowly down to his throat. âSo which is it, Sunghoon?â
His jaw is clenched so tight you half expect him to crack a tooth, and there is a moment where you think maybe heâll snap, maybe heâll just walk away and leave you trembling with all this ugly, disgusting tension. But then his hand fists in your hair, and he yanks your head back just enough that your eyes meet his.Â
âWhat makes you think you can talk to me like this?â He grits out, voice low, but thereâs a tremor in itâsomething thatâs not anger, not entirely. âYouâre such a fucking bitch. Running your filthy mouth like you werenât out thereââ
You grin and cut him off. âAnd youâre not getting anything from me until you ask for it, pretty prince. Up to you.â
He stares you down, and for one deliciously glorious second, you think he might actually say it.
But instead, he drags you by the hair into a kiss thatâs all teeth and fury, and your hands are everywhere at onceâthreading into his hair and tugging hard, dragging him closer like you want to fuse your mouths together until neither of you can breathe. He groans against your lips, and the sound of it goes straight to your core as you pull his jacket off him.
Sunghoonâs hands are even worse. One is fisted in your hair, and the otherâs grip is bruising, possessive, and greedy as he slides it down the length of your spine to grab your ass, hauling you up till youâre practically grinding against his thigh. You claw at his chest, at the buttons of his shirtâanything to get more, anything to get under his skin. He lifts you effortlessly and sets you back down so your ass lands hard against the edge of the sink. His tongue pushes into your mouth and tangles with yours, and you moan and arch your back further into himâclawing at his shirt until youâre tearing the first button open, then digging your nails across his skin hard enough to mark him.
He answers with a breathless groan and shoves your dress higher, and his palm skims your bare thigh, and his fingers ghost over the band of your panties until you gasp right into his mouth. He brings his other hand back to fist it in your hair so he can tug your head back to bare your throat for him, and his lips are on you in an instantâtrailing harsh kisses down the line of your throat, then dragging his tongue in one hot, wet line all the way from the swell of your breast up to your ear. He leaves absolutely nothing untouched.
âFuck, youâre so goddamn whiny for someone whoâs always telling me this canât happen again,â he growls into your skin. âIs this what you wanted? Is this what youâve been thinking about, you slut?â
He sinks his teeth into your earlobe and soothes it with a slow lick, and you shudder and roll your hips up against him without shame. The feeling of him between your legs is maddening as you feel all that hardness straining right into your core, and it only makes you want more, more, more, and MORE.
You donât bother responding to his taunts, so you just drag him down into another kiss, and he immediately melts right into you as if he flew right into the sun. He opens his mouth, and your tongue presses flat against his, and you whine into his mouth and cling to him and let him swallow every single desperate, needy little sound you make as his soft lips kiss yours bruisingly. He grabs your hips and grinds you down onto him harder.Â
âTell me you want me to fuck you right here like the whore you are.â
You almost want to keep mouthing offâalmost. But then heâs pushing your panties aside, and youâre so wet for him itâs humiliating. He can feel it too because he immediately grins like heâs won. Smug bastard.
âFucking knew it,â he growls, sliding a finger through your slick folds. âYou run your mouth like a fucking bitch and tell me to leave you alone, but youâre dripping for my cock every time I so much as look at you.â
You grab his wrist before he can feel you any further, and you dig your fingers in hard enough to stop him cold.
âNot so fast,â you breathe steadily despite the way your bodyâs betraying you. âYouâre not getting it so easily.â
His eyes snap up to yours. âDonât start playing gamesââ
âOh, Iâm not playing.â You shove his hand away from between your legs and press your palm flat to his chest, pushing him back just enough to make space. âYou donât get to touch me like that unless you earn it.âÂ
Sunghoon cocks a brow, and you scoff right in his face. âWhat? What is there to be confused about? Did you think Iâd just let you fuck me immediately because youâre huffing and puffing?â you say.Â
The bathroom suddenly feels too small despite how ridiculously huge it is. All you can hear is his frantic breathing now, and he looks like he might explode before he gives you even an inch of what youâre asking of him.
You tilt your head and smile meanly. âGet on your knees.â
His laugh is strained and incredulous. âYou really think Iâm going toâ?â
âIâm not here to think.â You immediately interrupt him. âOn your knees. Chop-chop. What, do you need a fucking map?â
âYouâve lost your fucking mind,â he mutters as he stares you up and down.
âAnd youâre still on your feet,â you shrug. âAre you hard of hearing or just stupid? Whatever it is, I really donât have time for men who canât follow simple instructions. Might just leave and get someone else, honestly.â
âSomeone else?â he repeats quietly, and you can see him getting angrier by the second. âDo you think anyone else could make you feel the way I do, huh?â
No. âYes.â you breathe, âI told you, Iâm not here to think.â
He steps closer, so close you can feel his breath on your cheek. âYou want to test that theory, princess?âÂ
You let out a breathy laugh. âWho says I havenât already?â Your throat feels tight because, for a moment, you think of Jake. Though you keep your expression taunting as you go on, âMatter of fact, I could call him right now. You know who I mean, right? Youâre just convenient right now. Proximity, thatâs all. But if I wanted to, I couldââ
He smiles as his gaze flickers across your face. âI know you havenât,â he says. âYouâre a shit liar. You swallow every time you lie, and you never look at me when you do it.â His thumb lifts, and he hovers it right under your chin. âJust like now. But heyâhe already had his fill with you, didnât he? And yet, Iâm the one you always come crawling back to. Guess proximity must work both ways, huh? Or is it just that no one else can fuck the attitude out of you the way I do?âÂ
You have to physically restrain yourself from headbutting him. Why does he always have to say shit like that?
âOkay,â You roll your eyes like youâre bored out of your skull. âSince youâre so good at reading me, tell me thisâcan you also tell when Iâm horny? Because Iâm genuinely getting turned off. Like, do you think itâs hot that youâre not willing to do something as simple as ask for what you want? Because I know how bad you want it, considering the second your dickâs barely inside me, you act like youâve seen the face of God. Let me just tell you, this is not working for me right now.â You kiss his cheek softly, almost sweetly, then lick a stripe up to his ear just to piss him off. Your hand slides between you, and you reach down to palm his hard cock right through his pants, squeezing just enough to make him twitch. âWhich is such a shame, by the way, because youâre so fucking hot when youâre angry. Iâd let you do anything you wanted if you could just ask for it like a big boy.â
Sunghoon grabs your wrist and yanks it away, not quite gently. âDonât test me.â
You shrug again, already glancing away like youâre bored. âLast chance. If youâre not going to do it, there are about a hundred men out there whoâd get on their knees just for the chance to look at me. I donât have time to babysit your ego.â
A long, loaded silence stretches between you with your eyes locked in that ridiculous battle of wills until Sunghoon finally lets out a slow exhale, shakes his head, and tongues the inside of his cheek like he canât believe heâs even entertaining you.
Then, ever so slowlyâlike heâs physically fighting himself every inchâhe drops to his knees in front of you.
There he is, down on the marble floor, all glossy dark hair and those stupidly perfect cheekbones, glowering up at you with his eyebrows furrowed so hard you think he might actually combust from how livid he is. His lips are pressed in a flat, furious line, except you can feel the raw energy of his desire rolling off him like youâre standing in the eye of some ruined storm that only wants to tear you apart, burning in the way his gaze rakes over your body and snaps straight back to your eyes.Â
God, he looks good like this.Â
You toy with the knot of his tie and let the silk slide between your fingers as you drag it up until youâre tipping his chin up just the way you want it. You force him to look at you and make him hold it, putting on the most self-pleased smile youâve ever had in your life.Â
âThere you go. Took you fucking long enough, pretty boy,â you say, letting it drip with just the right amount of mockery.
âFuck off,â he grinds out, and he looks like heâs seconds away from killing you, and it honestly just turns you on even more.Â
See, the thing is, itâs no secret that youâve been dying to slap him all nightâGod knows he deserves itâand considering the way heâs looking at you now, especially down on his knees? Yeah, heâs practically begging for it.Â
So you do.Â
Not too hard, but just enough to make it sting and make your point. Sunghoon doesnât even flinch or raise a hand or anything; his eyes just fly wide in shock, like he cannot for the life of him believe you actually had the audacity to just do that. You watch the flash of disbelief twist into something so much darker, and before he can react, youâre already on him, grabbing his jaw with both hands and digging your nails in deep enough to make him groan. Sunghoonâs nostrils flare, and you swear youâve never felt more alive. You feel drunk on the sweet, dizzying power of having Park Sunghoon glaring up at you, utterly furious and still letting you hold him like that.
âYouâve really fucking lost it,â he snarls, pale cheeks blooming red faintly under your grip. âYou want to play like this? You actually want to see what happens if you keep pushing me?â
âIâm not the one still on my knees,â you purr, tracing your thumb along the sharp line of his jaw before dragging it over his bottom lip. âI wasnât kidding before. I really, really am starting to hate how you always act so tough and take whatever you want without ever asking for it first, like a real man. I need you to use your words for once and ask me nicely. Beg for it.â
Sunghoonâs brows pull together tighter, and if looks could kill, youâd be dead twice over. âKeep fucking dreaming.â
âSo youâre telling me your pride is bigger than your dick? Thatâs honestly impressive. But like, hello? Youâre literally on your knees? And a few words is what you want to choke on? God, youâre pathetic,â you say calmly despite how fast your heart is beating. You let go of his face and turn on your heel, reaching for bait youâve used before on him. âWhatever, Iâm bored. Guess Iâll just go lock myself in that stall and take care of it myself, then. Maybe Iâll even moan your name if Iâm feeling generous. Or better yetâIâll go get my phone so I can send you a video or two so you see what youâre missing out on.â
You make it two steps before he grabs your wrist tightly. âFuck. Youâre insane,â he rasps, and his hands tighten on your wrist.Â
You arch a brow and stare him down. âOne word, six letters. Say it, and I'm yours tonight.â
âShut up. JustâStop,â He grits out, and he pauses for a moment. âStop playing games and let me touch you. Let me make you come. I needââ He swallows, eyes dark and pleading. âI need to feel you.â
You brush your fingers over his lips again, and you watch his mouth twitch and fight the urge to open for you, and it just eggs you on. âTsk. You forgot the magic word, pretty boy,â you pout.Â
His lips curl into a snarl, but his eyes are anything but that. âPlease,â His voice is trembling with something youâve never heard before. âPlease let me have you.â
Fuck.
You can feel yourself dripping down your own thighs just from the sound of him, the sight of Sunghoon on his knees, angry, desperate, and all for you. Itâs honestly too much, and you canât help but slide your fingers into his hair and tug him closer.
âGood boy,â you purr. âNow shut up and put your mouth to work.â
Heâs on his feet for barely a second before his hands are on you and hauling you up so fast it knocks the breath from your lungs. He turns you and plants you back against the sink with a hard shove, and then, just as abruptly, he drops back to his knees. His hands slide up your thighs and drag you closer until your ass is half off the sink and your knees brace around his shoulders. His grip is unforgiving and brutal nowâfingers digging in so deep and harshly youâre sure theyâll leave bruisesâas if heâs punishing you for every second you made him beg and for every ounce of control you stole from him.
âYou want to fucking play with me? Fine. Letâs see if that filthy little attitude holds up when I fuck it right out of you,â he growls, and then he spreads your legs wider with a bruising grip, hooking your panties aside with two fingers and staring at your slick cunt with absolutely unashamed hunger, licking his lips like he could devour you whole. âNot. A. Sound. Iâll fucking stop and leave you here to rot if you do. Got it?â
You arch into his touch. âYou talk too much.â
He digs his nails in even harder, so rough itâs almost cruel. âI said, do you fucking understand me?â
âYesâfuck, yes, whateverâjustââ
He slaps you hard across the thigh, making you jolt and gasp, the sting blooming delicious and hot beneath his hand. âTalk. Fucking. Nicely.â
You glare at him, but he just raises his brows and delivers a quick, stinging slap right across your pussyâenough to make you jolt and clench around nothing. âI said. Nicely.â
Your mouth drops open, but youâre too far gone to do anything but give in. He was literally just on his knees for you, so who cares? âPlease, justâplease, eat me out. Be goodâbe meanâwhatever you want, just, please.â
âThatâs better,â he smirks, and then he presses his warm tongue flat against your bare cunt, and like always, your thoughts immediately float up, up, and away. The first lick is absolutely gutting. He slides his tongue up slowly, right up your slit, and he doesnât break eye contact for a secondâdoesnât let you look away as his mouth moves like heâs trying to ruin you. You stifle a gasp and dig your nails into his scalp, but you canât hold back the way your hips twitch up and chase every filthy flick of his warm tongue. He growls and bites your inner thigh hard enough to make you whimper, then he licks a stripe back up and shoves two fingers inside you without warning.Â
âGo on. Keep running that bratty mouth for me,â he growls, curling his fingers until your back arches. âLetâs see how fucking clever you sound with my tongue and my fingers inside this pretty pussy. And stay fucking still.â
You tryâtryâto stay still, but the moment his tongue finds your clit, youâre arching off the counter with one hand braced against the mirror and the other still fisted in his hair, and he immediately holds you down even harder and sets a punishing pace. Fuck. Sunghoon eats pussy like heâs trying to carve his name into your bones with nothing but his tongueâhe groans into your cunt like heâs the one getting off and like the taste of you on his tongue is the only thing that matters in the world. His lips are so soft and plush you almost laugh, because no one with a mouth that gentle should ever be allowed to be this fucking nasty and mean. You watch him between your legs, and it honestly looks like he needs this as much as you doâMaybe heâs addicted. Maybe he likes it too much. Youâd tease him for it, but your brain can barely form a thought that isnât just his name or a litany of please and fuck and donât stop, donât ever stop while his thick fingers spread you open, stretch you out, and fill you until you feel him everywhere, curling right where you need it most like he wants to coax your soul out through your cunt.
âWhat was that? Aw. Poor baby. Not so tough now, huh?â he mutters, voice muffled by your cunt. âLook at you, already falling apart, and I havenât even fucked you yet. You know what theyâd say if they walked in right now? You know what theyâd see? Everyoneâs perfect little princess spread out and taking it like a cheap slut.â
âFuck y-you,â you gasp and try to twist away, but he pins you in place and slaps your thigh once more, and you wince at the sting of it. The slick sound of your wetness, his mouth, and the guttural sounds he makes when you grind down on his face make it genuinely impossible to think, to breathe, or to let alone care about whoever the fuck could walk by and hear you. âSunghoonâMy Godââ
He did say not to moan, and youâve been so, so good about it and biting it back until your jaw aches and your throat burns from holding everything inside. But thereâs only so much a body can take. So the sound slips out of you anyway, not even to taunt him this time, but just because itâs becoming physically impossible to stay quiet with the way his thick fingers are fucking you open and curling just right. Sunghoonâs mouth tears away from you, and before you can even register the loss, his hand comes down hard against your thigh again, and your hips twitch helplessly.
âWhat did I fucking say?â he snaps, eyes dark as he glares up at you from between your legs. âAre you fucking stupid?â His grip tightens, fingers digging bruises into your skin. âYou think this is a joke? You think Iâm playing with you right now?â He leans back in and bites your inner thigh as his breath ghosts over your cunt. âOne more sound,â he growls, âand I swear Iâll stop right when youâre about to break. Youâll stand here shaking and dripping with nothing but your own fault to blame. Got it?â
âMâsorry,â you pout, mocking him even as he squeezes your thigh harder to the point where it makes you jerk your thigh away from his grip on instinct. âYou gonna punish me for it?â
He watches you for a beat, and you can tell he can see right through youâthe flash of enjoyment in your eyes and the way you practically arch into the pain instead of shying away. And then, to your utter disbelief, Sunghoon actually laughs like he canât help himself. âYou like this too much,â he murmurs, âLittle fucking masochist.â He sinks his teeth into your thigh again, and this time itâs harder, and he does it long enough to leave a mark, lips slick with you as he drags them up to your cunt again. âIâm not going to punish you.â He tsks, shaking his head. âNah. Why would I give you what you want? Dirty little whore like you just gets off on being slapped around, donât you?â He thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them in a way that has your back arching off the sink and your nails scrabbling for anything to ground yourself while he fucks you with his hand. âAm I right? Hmm? Youâre not getting shit. Thatâs your punishment.âÂ
He groans and curses into you so animalistically you feel it vibrating right up through your core and straight to your soul as he buries his face deeper between your thighs. Then he slides two thick fingers back inside you and pumps them deep and curls them perfectly in the way only his fingers ever know how to hit that sweet spot, and latches his mouth back onto your clitâsucking with a ruthless hunger that has your head falling back and your mouth open in a silent scream with your eyes shut so tight you genuinely fear youâll go blind from the force of it.
âFuckâfuckâyesâoh my God, Iâm so close, donât you fucking stopââ you gasp with your hands tangled in his hair as you squeeze his face harder in your thighs, everything building so fast you could die from it.
He lifts his head just enough to speak with his breath hot against your soaked skin. âYeah?â he coos. âYou close? Gonna come for me, slut?â
Youâre barely coherent now, grinding your hips helplessly into his faceâchasing his nose, his tongue, his literal anything. âYes, fuck. DonâtâFuck. I need it. Iâm about to comeââ
And then fucking he stops. Just like that.
The absence is agony. He pulls his mouth and fingers away and leaves you empty and shaking, and you snap your eyes open to look at him just as the heat in your belly suddenly starts abandoning you, and you nearly want to sob from the loss.Â
âBeg for it.â
You immediately scowl. âAre you fucking derangedââ
He looks up at you and licks his lips slowly. âWhatâs wrong, princess?â he taunts. âDid you really think Iâd let you come that easily? You want to act like a bitch; youâre going to suffer like one. Beg.â
âIâm not fucking begging you for anything,â you snap, but your hips buck into his hand like youâre starved for it. âDonât underestimate my willingness to kill you in this bathroom, Park Sunââ
âThen I guess youâre not coming tonight.â
He lets one finger rest right over your slick, swollen clitâjust pressed flat and heavy as you squirm helplessly beneath him. Itâs torture. Itâs cruel. He knows it. He loves it. You can tell by the infamous smug look plastered on his perfect fucking flushed face, and you want to slap him so hard that his face gets dented into the drywall.
âOkay. See if I care.â you pant, and you brace yourself for a strike of lightning to hit you and smite you where you stand because you are so, so full of fucking shit. âI donât need you to come.â
You glare and try to grind down for friction, but he doesnât budge. âCome on, baby, donât say that,â he drawls and clicks his tongue. âYou want me to make you come so bad, but you canât even swallow your pride and ask for it? God, youâre pathetic.â
âFuck youââÂ
He grins, letting the pad of his finger dip in just enough to feel how soaked you still are. âPretty thing. So cocky a minute ago. Now youâre dripping down your thighs and twitching for me to keep touching you. Look at you. Spreading wide for me with your parents five rooms away. What would they think of their precious little girl? Do you think they know sheâs a fucking whore?â
You glare, fighting the urge to sob, to scream, to claw at him until he does something. âYouâre so fucking disgusting.â
He laughs, and he sounds too delighted, and his mouth ghosts over your inner thigh. âYou like it. Bet youâd come just from me talking to you like this, wouldnât you? I want to hear you say you need me. I want you to say youâre my filthy little slut. Go on. Or Iâll make you wait all fucking night.â
Fucking bastard. You shouldâve known heâd pull this shit on you.
His finger dips lower, barely grazing past your soaked folds, then he pulls them away again and tortures you with every single second. âLook at yourself in the mirror,â he whispers and uses his free hand to force your chin up to make you stare at the flushed reflection of yourself. âThis is what you look like when youâre desperate to come on my fingers.â
âFuck,â you choke out, and you feel your pride dissolving into nothing in real time. âIâll do anything. Justâlet me come.â
âAnything?â He smiles gorgeously and cruelly. âThatâs more like it. Thatâs what I like to hear.â His finger circles your entrance, still not giving in entirely, but itâs enough to make you whine. âTell me whose filthy little slut you are. I want you to say it nice and flowery, just like you look, pretty baby.â
You squeeze your eyes shut, but he tightens his grip on your jaw until your gaze is locked with your own ruined reflection. âIâmââ The words are shameful, and you feel tears prick your eyes from the sheer overwhelming need to come and from how fucked out you already feel. âIâm your slut. Nobody else gets me like this, just you. Iâll be good; I need you so bad, SunghoonâWant you to make me come so bad. Please.â
âThatâs it,â he rasps. âMy perfect little slut. All mine. You sound so fucking sweet when you beg. If anyone saw you right now, theyâd know exactly who you belong to. Such a shame no one ever will.â
His finger finally pushes inside, and he dips back down and presses his mouth to your clit and immediately starts sucking harshly, punishingly, until the room spins again. Youâre clawing at his hair, choking on your own moans, and barely managing to hold back any sound at all. He fucks you with his thick fingers harder and harder, rings dragging in and out of you with every pump, and your entire body bows, and pleasure rips through you so sharp it almost hurts.
âThatâs it. Fuck. Make a mess for me.â
Your orgasm hits so hard you almost black out. But you keep your lips sealed and donât let a single moan escape as your eyes roll back and your whole body shakes apart. Your head tips back and hits the mirror with a soft thud as your whole body quakes around his hand. âYou know how good you look like this? Dripping all over my hand and biting your tongue like a good girl. Fuuckk.â
âSunghoon,â you pant, voice nothing but a desperate whisper, not even sure if youâre begging or just clinging to the only name that means anything right now. âSunghoonâSunghoonâhââ
âCanât even speak? Youâre just my good little fucktoy, all dumb and desperate for me. Thatâs all you are.âÂ
He keeps pumping his fingers deep, coaxing every aftershock out of you and refusing to let you go. His breath is rough, and then he risesâmouth and chin shining with your slickâhe leans in and captures your lips before you can even catch your breath. He kisses you slowly, and you moan quietly into his mouth, and he swallows it right up with his lips pressed tight to yours as his thumb strokes you in slow, lazy circles. He kisses your nose, then your eyelids, gently, reverentlyâand it always manages to shatter you even more than the roughness does whenever he gets like this. You clutch at his shirt and let yourself collapse against him with your face buried in his neck, just breathing him in.
But before you can fully catch your breath, Sunghoonâs hand is right back between your legs, and his thick fingers are sliding through your messy, dripping cunt like he owns it. âYouâre not going anywhere until youâre wrung out and wrecked and leaking all over my hand. Iâm not leaving you alone until you give me everything and beg me to stop.â
The jokeâs on him, you think, even as your eyes roll back and you violently twitch in his grip as his fingers slowly start working you again, because if he still thinks youâll ever beg him to stop, heâs clearly never met a girl who could match him round for round. You might just be the one who ends up leaving him wrung out and begging for mercy. But all your thoughts fade into static when Sunghoon shoves two of his fingers deep inside and twists it upwards until he finds that spongy, devastatingly sweet spot, and he stays thereâswirling his fingers, pressing into it, rubbing you from the inside out, and the pads of his rings drag along your slick walls, making you twitch and arch and tremble against him.Â
âOh my god. That feels soâWhyâwhy the fuck do you even know how to do that?â you gasp into his mouth, not even meaning to say it out loud.Â
He smiles wickedly into your mouth. âYou like that?â he tilts his head down to softly trail kisses down your neck. âItâs all you. Youâre just so fucking sensitive and easy. I barely have to do anything, and youâre already falling apart for me.â
Youâre still twitching and grinding helplessly down onto his hand, not even sure if you can stop as he pumps his fingers into you harder, the sound of your wetness filling the bathroom. âMoreâHarder. I could fucking live like this. Donât you dare stop, Park Sunghoon, or I swear Iâll kill youââ
âYou keep saying donât stop. Why would I ever stop? Especially when youâre being so fucking good for me. So perfect. Just the way I want you.â He laughsâand itâs shaky and raspy, and so, so hot you almost canât breathe. âJust look at youâfucking shaking and twitching on my hand and still begging for more. Thatâs what I fucking love about youâyou can never get enough, can you?â He almost sounds dazed, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your hip. âDrive me fucking crazy.â
You instantly feel the weight of a thousand suns drop right in the center of your stomachânot from pleasure at all, but from the sheer audacity of that word coming out of his mouth.Â
No. Absolutely fucking not.
You donât give yourself time to think through the haze or even let it settle. Before he can even process what just came out of his own mouth, you fist your hand in his hair and yank him down, and he grunts in surprise as you drag him down and crash your lips into his messily. You suck on his lower lip until he groans, then you shove your tongue into his mouth furiously, like youâre reminding him exactly what this is and what it isnât. His fingers keep pumping in and out of you, and his thumb drops back to your clit and starts working slow, cruel circles that make you twitch again and again. You dig your nails into his shoulders and then down his neck, scratching hard enough that he hisses into your mouth and bites down on your lip in warning.Â
âFaster, Sunghoonâfuck, youâre so good, fuck, donât stop, youâre perfectâfuck you, fuckââ
You scratch harder and drag your nails down his neck like you want to carve your entire being into him. You grind down onto his hand shamelessly and keep chasing that pressure inside you, and then his thumb presses harder onto your clit. Just enough.
You shatter.
He dips his head and kisses you again, swallowing every broken moan as you come for him a second time, harder than before. Your body seizes up so violently you nearly drag him down with you, and Sunghoon doesnât even say a wordâjust grunts into your mouth while his fingers pump you through every aftershock and every shudder. He presses his free hand flat against your stomach, holding you steady as your muscles spasm and twitch under his palm, hips jerking helplessly into his grip like youâre not even in control of your own body anymore. Your forehead drops to his shoulder, and your body is still pulsing around his hand while he continues to finger your overstimulated cunt, and the only thing tethering you to the earth is the vice grip you have on him and the filthy sound of his groans in your ear.
âGod, what the fuck are you doing to meââ you whine shakily. âFuck.â
Sunghoon pulls his fingers out from you, and you donât even waste a second, even through all your panting and shaking. You grab his wrist, bring his hand straight to your mouth, and suck his fingers in deep without breaking eye contact. You curl your tongue and taste yourself, then you moan around the thickness of his fingers just to fuck with him.
He bites his lip and stares at you like he wants to eat you alive. âMy fucking girl,â he rasps when you bite down lightly on the pad of his index finger. âSo fucking filthy.â
You ignore the way your heart skips a beat at what he says and pull his fingers from your mouth with a soft, wet pop, and before he can breathe, youâve got him by the tie, yanking him down to devour his mouth again in an open-mouthed, desperate, filthy kiss. Your tongue traces the taste of yourself off his lips, and his mouth is hot and demanding as he kisses you back like he wants to fuck the air out of your lungs. Your hands fumble with his belt frantically with trembling fingers until you get it open, and his cock is already so fucking hard you swear you can feel it throb before you even wrap your hand around it. Fuck⊠you also donât think youâve ever seen him this hard and heavy, which is crazy because youâre pretty sure this thought occurs every single time you see him bare for you.Â
You drag your hand along his length with the slowest, meanest rhythm you can muster, and the moment you pull back from the kiss and fix your gaze on him, a hunger to devour him whole washes over you so fast it makes you dizzy. Sunghoonâs pretty pink lips are parted and his head is tipped back, and a raw, guttural sound claws its way out of his chest, and itâs so fucking gorgeous you want to bottle it and wear it like perfume. You take your time with him and draw your fist up slowly from the thick, heavy root of his cock all the way to his flushed, leaking tip thatâs dripping with need and slicking your thumb as you circle it in a lazy spiral.Â
You pause at the crown, giving it an extra squeeze, thumb flicking over the slit until he jerks in your grip, so sensitive you genuinely almost feel bad for him. âFuckâyouâre really this needy?â you murmur, voice taunting and cruel as you watch another bead of precum well up and smear across your knuckles. âAll pent up for me, poor thing.â
He shudders, breath hissing out between his teeth as you start setting a pace. âF-fuck. You littleâFuckââ
You smile lazily and lean in to lick a filthy, wet stripe right up his Adamâs apple, slow enough to feel him swallow around it. âHmmm? Does that feel good?â
You donât even get to enjoy it a second longer because his hand snaps around your wrist, and he looks down at you with dark, blown-out eyes and a crooked, dangerous smirk. Oh, fuck off. Heâs doing it again. âI want to fuck you.â
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Well, heâs certainly never said that before. The words punch straight through you like electricity, and they go all the way from your heart right down to your cunt, and your whole body seizes up and everything goes light and fuzzy at once as if your bones have been dissolved and every single nerve ending is sparkling with desire. He really should not have this fucking grip over you. Dear God.
âYou do this every single time,â you manage, though your heart is shaking with need. âTrust me, I wouldnât waste your time.â You purr, and then you hum and try anywayâducking your head down instinctively as your hunger takes overâbut he catches your face in his hand and presses his thumb into your cheeks until youâre forced to look up at him.Â
âUh-uh, not when you look like this,â he says quietly. âIâm not letting you get away with shit tonight.â His forehead drops to yours. âNot your mouth, not your hands, not a single fucking inch unless itâs your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock right now.â
Before you can answer, he drags you up for another kiss with his hand cupping the back of your head. He tastes like everything you want and shouldnât have, and you can feel his cock pulsing in your fist as he grinds into your hand like heâs literally seconds away from losing his mind, and honestly, you might be too. Maybe youâve lost it.Â
And thenâCLICK.
Someone tries the handle, and a muffled voice calls out from the other side of the door, âHello?!â
The door rattles again, and another muffled voice comes on the other side, and your eyes fly wide open, and reality hits you like an absolute truck as logic, panic, and self-preservation all come flooding in at once. âWaitâFuck, Sunghoon, what time is itâ? Oh my godâHow long have weââ
But he shuts you up by kissing you even harder and not letting you get a single inch away. The way his hand slides between your thighs again is so tremendously possessive and unhesitantâlike heâd ruin you right here no matter whoâs listening, whoâs knocking, or whether youâre both about to be on the six oâclock news. He kisses down from your mouth to your jaw, then down the curve of your neck, and every word is spoken hot and breathlessly into your skin between the pulse points he licks and kisses.Â
âTo hell with it,â he mutters as he drags his lips over your throat. âThere are other bathrooms.â
You tryâyou actually tryâto claw your way back to logic and be the voice of reason for once, if only so you can look back and say you made an effort. âYouâre supposed toâfuckâSunghoon. Wait, you assholeâsupposed to maintain appearancesââ
He cuts you off with another bruising kiss, and itâs the kind that steals the thought right out of your head, and his hand slides up to palm your ass so he can drag you forward until your legs fall open for him. You instinctively arch into his touch because, honestly, what other option is there? The sound of the door rattling again and the distant panic of whoever is outside is nothing compared to the way his body slots against yours like it was designed this way or the way his mouth moves on your skin like heâs marking territory. And maybe you should care. Maybe you should panic, but you really just donât. If anything, it makes it feel ten times hotter, and it feels like your clit might just catch flight and detach from how hard itâs buzzing.Â
âStop fuckinâ whining. There is not a single goddamn soul outside that door that I give a shit about right now,â he says with his mouth grazing your neck, then he licks a line up your throat, and you feel your knees threaten to give. âNothingâs dragging me out of here until Iâve had you. I donât careââ kiss ââif the whole fucking board tries to open that door. All I care about is youââ kiss, ââand the way youâre about to take every inch I give you.âÂ
You stare at him, and you think youâve genuinely never ever been more turned on in your entire life. âYouâre actually obsessed with me.â
âYeah?â Sunghoon licks his lips and grins lazily. âYouâre the one spread out on this counter for me, so what does that make you?âÂ
You donât get to answer. Or maybe you do, just not with words, because the second his mouth crashes back onto yours, your body betrays you so completely it would be infuriating if you werenât so damn turned on right now. He crushes his mouth back onto yours and slides his tongue in so hot and filthy that your knees actually threaten to give out. Your back slams into the mirror, and the sound that spills out of you and into his mouth is straight-up pornographic and embarrassingly loud.Â
âFuck,â he rasps like it actually hurts him. âWeâre only kissing, and you already sound like Iâm balls deep in you.â
He drags one hand up to squeeze your breast hard, and he digs his fingers in like heâs staking a claim, and you nearly sob from it. Then you whine even louder when he bites your lower lip and tugs on it while holding eye contact, all dignity lost to the sound of your own need. âThere,â He groans as his fingers pinch your nipples through the fabric, hard enough that you arch up for more. âThat sound. You always make that sound for me. You like it when I kiss you? You fucking love it, donât you?â
âShut the fuck up,â you gasp, but it comes out weak when he kisses you again and swallows the words whole. âI hate you so fucking much,â you try, but your mouth is too full of him for it to matter. âI thought you didnât want me making any sounds, huh? What happened to being quiet?â
âI donât want anyone else to hear you,â he says, like he doesnât even know heâs saying itâdragging his mouth along your jaw until you shudder. âBut maybe Iâll let them hear just enoughâso they know you only ever sound like this for me.â
You shove him off before his head gets any bigger.
Just enough to break the kiss and buy yourself a single, agonizing lick of space. His heavy-lidded eyes glint like heâs about to grab you again, but you reach down and drag the top of your strapless dress lower (painfully slowly) until the corset dips and your breasts spill free, heavy and bare and flushed from how worked up you are. Nothing in the way except all that anticipation and a little bit of wicked pride. You do it just to watch the way his face changes.
And itâs beautiful. Thereâs no other word to describe the way his mouth falls open in a silent, almost reverent curse, like heâs seeing you for the first time and the thousandth all over again every single time. Every single cell in his body is locked onto the swell of your breasts, and his face is carved into pure, aching hungerâthe kind that looks like heâd crawl through hell on his hands and knees just to get his mouth on you. He bites down on his bottom lip so hard you half expect to see blood, and for a second, you think he might actually just come in his pants just from you baring yourself for him.
âOh, fuck me,â He groans, and then heâs on you in half a second and his hands are coming up to cup the weight of them, squeezing them hard, rolling his thumbs over your nipples as he leans down and takes one into his mouth. You arch into his mouth shamelesslyâalmost laughing at how fucking obscene you both are. âFuck, these tits. You know how many times Iâve thought about fucking you just like this?â
You press your chest up into his mouth and gasp when his tongue flicks over your nipple and his fingers squeeze around the soft weight of you. For a moment, you let yourself just bask in how completely ruined he looks. Park Sunghoon, usually so composed, is now devouring you like a starved man.
You bring your own hands up and brush your thumbs over your nipples as you force him to watch. His eyes drag over you, dark with desire. âYeah?â you taunt, twisting your own nipple between two fingers. âWhat exactly did you think about, Sunghoon?â You purr and guide his chin up with your pointer finger, making him look at you. âOr are you too busy drooling to answer?â
He laughs low in his throat and pinches your nipple hard between his fingers until you gasp. âYou really wanna know, princess?â When you nod, he brings his mouth right up to your ear as his hands knead your breasts. âIâve thought about pinning you down and fucking you with your tits squeezed tight around my cock.â He groans and drops his head, then he sinks his sharp teeth into the curve of your breast in a burning bite that makes you moan with your back arching off the counter and your chest pushing shamelessly into his mouth as the mark blooms under his lips. âEvery time I see you in one of these dresses, I think about covering them in my cum until youâre a mess. Then Iâd make you lick it off your own skin while you look up at me like the needy little slut you are.â
You squeeze your thighs together. Honestly, this might be the hottest thing youâve ever heard in your entire life, and youâre two seconds away from letting him do whatever he wants right hereâ
For fuckâs sake.
What are you even doing, letting him play with you like this? Some small, rational corner of your brain is shrieking at you to hurry up before someone kicks the door down and you end up on the front page of the news, but the rest of you? The rest of you is hopelessly, stupidly drunk on him and the way his mouth is wide open around your nipple, sucking like he wants to leave you marked forever.
âMaybe if youâre lucky Iâll let you someday. Justâjust fuck me and get it over with. God, youâre so slow,â you gasp, letting your head fall back against the mirror as he squeezes your tits together and licks a stripe up from your breast to your jaw. âFuckâAre you planning on taking all night orâ?â
The asshole laughs, latches his mouth right back on your nipple, and swirls his tongue around it slowly, and then he lets go just long enough to let the cool air hit your wet skin. The look in his eyes is pure filth as he drags his teeth across your breast before he looks at you.Â
âYou really still donât get it, do you?â he growls, squeezing your breasts rough enough to make you whine. âI donât give a single fuck about time. Youâll take whatever I give you as slow as I want.â His tongue laps another wet stripe over your breast, then he bites down again hard enough to make your hips buck. âAnd next time you whine about how slow I am, Iâll keep you locked in this fucking bathroom all night. Iâll fuck you on every surface. Weâll see if youâre still a brat when youâre stumbling out to breakfast with my cum leaking down your thighs and everyone wondering why you can barely walk.â
Oh, youâre so fucking doomed.
But if thereâs one thing you know how to do, itâs swallow your massive pride when it gets you what you want (especially when you want it this badly.) So yeah, screw this. You're not above a little begging, and besides, itâs not like you donât absolutely eat up the way his eyes go pitch-black and starving whenever you whine his name in that desperate, wrecked tone you know drives him mad.Â
So you lace your fingers in his hair and drop your voice into that sweet, spoiled cadence despite how every part of you wants to take him up on what he just said. âI wanna feel you deep inside me. Come on. Iâll be so good.â
He kisses you so hard you feel it all the way down your spine, and his mouth is rough and angry as his hand fists in your hair to yank your head back. âSay it again,â he growls against your lips. âSay my name. Say it so I know you mean it.â
You roll your eyes just to piss him off, but your body betrays you with the way you squirm against him and reach for his cock to stroke him just once. âI want you to fuck me, Park Sunghoon. Want you so bad I could scream. Is that pretty enough for you? Or do you want it in writing, since youâre stupid?â
âYouâre gonna eat those words, brat.â He huffs and suddenly heâs gripping your waist and hoisting you up like you weigh nothing, and then he spins you around so youâre facing the mirror and the image staring back at you is obscene: you, flushed and wild-eyed with your lipstick smudged, tits fully bare and heaving, with Sunghoon pressed up behind you with his shirt wrinkled and his tie loosened, so much taller, so much broader, his face smeared with your lipstick and his hands already roaming over every inch of exposed skin and your lipstick all over his face. He bunches up your dress around your waist and shoves your panties halfway down your thighs, all while spreading your legs wide with a hand rough enough to bruise.Â
âEyes on the mirror,â He lines up behind you and lets the heaviness of his fat tip press right up against your entrance, so big you almost sob from just the anticipation as his fingers dig into the softness of your thighs and ass, forcing you open even wider and more helpless in front of the glass. âYou wanna act like a slut, youâre gonna watch yourself be one. Donât even think about looking away. You donât even blink unless I say so.â
And then he pushes in. He starts so slowly and it still nearly kills you, stretching you out inch by inch as your grip tightens on the sink and you bite your lip to keep from moaning too loud (though you fail terribly.) âArch for me,â he growls and flattens his palm hard over your lower back, forcing your spine to curve and pushing your ass back into him until you feel every goddamn inch. It hurtsânot in a way you want to stop but in a way that makes your brain immediately fade into static and your body greedily arch back for more even as your muscles struggle to take all of him.Â
âF-fuckâoh my godâFucking hell, Sunghoonââs too muchââ
âI said eyes up.â His other hand comes down to cup your jaw and force your gaze up until youâre staring straight into your own eyes in the glass as your body trembles with how full you feel. You watch the way his Adamâs apple strains in the mirror as he groans and tips his head back out of pleasure and flutters his eyes shut for a second before they snap back open, dark and wild and locked on you in the glass. âGod, youâre so fucking wetâthe tightest fucking pussy ever,â he pants and pushes in even deeper, and you really canât help the way you squeeze your eyes shut at the overwhelming sensation of being stretched open to the point where it borders on too much, toes curling and legs trembling as he splits you open inch by aching inch. Your bodyâs not sure if itâs pain or pleasure; all you know is you can feel him everywhere. Youâre clenching around him so hard you nearly push him out, and Sunghoonâs grip just gets meaner as his fingers dig into your jaw to yank your face back up.Â
âOpen your fucking eyes,â he bites out meanly, but thereâs something almost tender in the way he stills with his cock nearly buried to the hilt, waiting for you and searching your face in the mirror. âLook at meâYou want me to stop? Talk to me.â
âNo, donât stop, justâfuckââ you gasp and push back against him to feel every thick inch of him stretching you open and filling you up even more. âNeed it. Need all of you. Donât you fucking dare stopâno oneâs ever been this deep. I want you to make it hurtâneed you to fuck me stupidââ
âListen to you. Such a needy fucking whore. Bet you can feel me all the way in your stomach, huh?â he rasps and snaps his hips even harder just to hear you cry out again. âPretty fucking pussy stretched around meâfuck, youâre so fucking tiny and barely taking me, but youâre squeezing me like youâre trying to keep me inside forever.â His hand is still on your jaw, forcing you to keep your gaze locked on the mirror, making you watch the way your mouth falls open, the way your eyes roll back, and the way your breasts bounce as he starts to push deeper. âYeah, keep your eyes open. I want you to see exactly how stupid you look. Look at your face, look at your mouthâfuck, look at those pretty tits bouncing for me. Thatâs itâgood little slut.âÂ
You moan his name even louder this time, and itâs so pornographic you almost donât recognize the sound as your own. âFuck, youâre so loud tonight.â Sunghoon pants behind you, and the sound of your bodies meeting echoes obscenely in the bathroom, filthier than anything youâve ever imagined. âYou really do want everyone to hear, huh? Want them all to know whoâs got you bent over and drooling?â
You just⊠canât even answer. But he doesnât give you the chance anyway. He shoves two thick fingers right into your mouth. âOpen wider,â he commands, and you do, sucking him in so obediently and whining around them as you taste yourself on his skin, and the metal of his rings as he pushes them even deeper. He tips your head back until your hair falls over his shoulder and your neck is against him, and then his mouth is on your throat, trailing kisses as if heâs tracing the path of the ones he left there before. His thick cock pounds into you, and you feel every ridge, every pulse, and every sharp drag against your swollen walls. Sunghoonâs breath is hot against your neck as he fucks you harder and faster, rutting into you so furiously like he wants to leave bruises on your insides.Â
Your body tightens without warning, and you feel that sharp edge climbing up where pleasure tips into something feral and uncontrollable. âSunghoon. Fuck âM gonna come, holy shitâdonât stop. Go fasterâharder.â You can barely even hold yourself up as his thrusts start turning even more brutal and relentless. You look at Sunghoon, and you see the way his nose is scrunched with his brows pulling together hard in concentration, his mouth falling open on a rough, broken groan as he fucks into you faster. His hips snap forward in short, brutal thrusts, every one knocking the breath clean out of you and making your body tighten so hard around him that he moans and throws his head back for a moment.
Then his hand slides up your throat, and he curls his fingers tight enough to steal the air right out of your lungs and pin you exactly where he wants you, forcing your chin up when your eyes try to flutter shut. âYouâshiiitâreally donât fuckinâ listen, do you? Donât look away.â You hold his gaze in the mirror, and he squeezes your throat slightly. âYou like this?â His grip tightens and stars spark at the edges of your vision as he presses his thumb in ever so harder. âYou like it when I choke you out like this?â
You nod frantically as your lips part around another obscene moan, and thatâs what does it for him. His grip tightens for one deliciously brutal second more, and then he releases you right on the edge. You gasp and shudder and cling to him with your chest heaving, and he holds you up while softly sliding his palm down your neck and caressing your throat with his thumb. âFuuuckâshit, you feel insaneâShit, youâre so fucking tight. So warm. Youâre clenching so hard I can barely move.â Each syllable is punched into you with a bruising snap of his hips. Then he pulls almost all the way out again, cock dragging along your walls, leaving you empty and aching, before driving all his thick throbbing inches back inside in one brutal thrust. âIâm fuckâIâm getting closeâshitâKeep your eyes on me. Good girl. Juuuuust like that. Donât hold back your pretty noises.â
Sunghoonâs name rips out of your throat like itâs the only thing youâve ever known how to say as your orgasm crashes over you so hard you almost black out. The only thing anchoring you to reality is the grip of his handsâone bruising your hips, the other tight around your throatâwhile you convulse and twitch, forced to keep your eyes on the mess you are in the mirror. Itâs obscene, itâs raw, and itâs everything you said youâd never let happen again. But there has never been a single thing in your life thatâs ever felt as rightâor as wrongâas being fucked senseless in the womenâs bathroom at this stupid fucking annual party or whatever as your body clamps down around him, fluttering and squeezing so tight it makes him lose his rhythm and curse under his breath.
âSo fucking perfect. You know who you belong to now, donât you? This tight little pussy is mine, you hear me? Tell me who owns you.â
Even now, all breathless and twitching, you bare your teeth in the mirror and glare at his reflection. âFuck you. Mânot telling you shit.â
Sunghoonâs mouth twists. âYou wanna play that game right now?âÂ
His hand snaps away from your throat, and before you can even catch your breath, he pulls out of you with a rough curse, leaving you gaping and empty. You try to move, but he grabs your wrists and pins them behind you, and he rips his tie loose from his collar with one hand. You barely even have a second to struggle before heâs wrapping it around your wrists and tying it so tight your pulse jumps against the silk. You whine and attempt to mouth off, but he manhandles you and holds you steady with one big hand pressing into the small of your back to keep you balanced. He drags you back onto his cock with no patience, just brute force, fucking you even deeper with your wrists tied behind your back. Youâre so dizzy and wrecked and fucked out that the part of you that should be arguing (just for the hell of it) barely even gets alerted. If anything, your brain offers up a traitorous thought that this is⊠hot. Does he really think this is some sort of punishment? He yanks it tighter on your wrist, and all you can do is arch back further into him as he shoves you deeper onto his cock, every inch dragging a broken moan out of you every time he thrusts.Â
âLook at you, not even fighting it. Canât even pretend you donât like being tied up and used like a little toy. Fuck, youâre so loudâYeah. Moan for me. ShitâSluts like you need to be kept on a leash.â He thrusts again, harder, deeper, like heâs trying to push himself into places that donât exist, and you feel it pressing in everywhere, in your spine, in your ribs, and in your soul. And then he just buries himself inside you to the hilt and goes perfectly still. He grabs your face in his big, rough hand and tilts your head right into himself, and his thumb presses into your cheek as he leans in. âNow be a good girl and tell me where you want me,â he pants, and his voice is so wrecked and raspy it almost makes you come. âYou want to walk out of here stuffed full of my cum and leaking down your thighs, or should I paint your pretty tits and make you lick it off in the mirror like the messy little whore you are?â
You bite your lip, still defiant, and still very much cock-drunkâbut the thought of him filling you up again has your knees buckling and your cunt clenching down around him, desperate for every drop he can give you. âIâm on the pill.â
And thatâs all he needs to hear. Sunghoon groans, and his hand comes down hard against your ass and the sting shoots straight through you. âKnew youâd want itâknew you couldnât go a single night without me filling you up. Fuckââ He yanks you back with the tie even harder until your chest bows out. âYou want me to breed you like thisâYou wanna walk back out there with everyone watching you, smiling like nothingâs wrong, while youâre dripping down your thighs and all you can think about is me inside youâmy cum, my fucking cockââ
âAhâyou talk so much,â you pant, tossing your head back against his shoulder. âI want it. I want all of it. Wanna feel you leaking out of me every time I walk. Fill me up.â
He twists you suddenly and wraps one arm around your waist to lift you clean off your feet and slam you back against the wall. The tile is cold, but your gasp is swallowed instantly as he crashes his mouth back into yours. It feels like forever since he last kissed you, and itâs so frantic that it feels like neither of you can afford to waste a second not kissing. He hikes your thighs up, grips under your ass, and starts fucking into you while standing, and every single thrust knocks a broken moan out of both of you. His hips snap faster, and his nose scrunches as he loses himself completely, groaning your name like itâs torn out of him. âFuckâSunghoonââ you moan in response, locking your legs tight around his waist like you want to fuse your bodies together until youâre one.
He moans into your mouth and bites down on your bottom lip, spit trailing between your lips. âGonna breed you right here, baby. You ready for me? Youâre gonna take every dropâbet youâd let me fuck you in every room of this fucking building. Fill you in each time till youâre just full of me and nothing else.â
âWant it,â you gasp, dizzy and delirious and not entirely sure of what youâre even saying anymore, âNeed you to come inside me. Make me yours.â
âYouâre already mine,â he growls as his breath comes in short, hungry gasps, getting sloppier and sloppier with every thrust as he chases his own high. âMine to fuck, mine to fill, mine to break. Mine. Mine. Mine.â
If you had half a mind to care about anything else, like the rattling doorknob or the muffled voices outside or maybe even the shit thatâs coming out of his mouth right now, youâd tell him to eat shit and die, or youâd just definitely say something smart, but all you care about is that perfect, ecstatic, devastating rush of pleasure building up once again as you feel the thick head of his cock press into you even harder from this angle, the way your name sounds falling from his lips, and the fact that youâve never felt so fucking alive in your life as Sunghoon fucks you like youâre the only thing in the world that matters, grunting, moaning, and burying his face in your neck as he finally loses it and spills his load deep, deep, deep inside you. He holds you pressed to the wall until the shaking subsides as his lips drag lazy, ruined kisses over your jaw. His hands donât leave youânot even when he finally pulls his cock free with a slick, obscene sound that makes your cheeks burn.Â
He doesnât say anything at first. Instead, he slides his hand up to untie the tie from your wrists, fingers working clumsily as he continues to slightly tremble and pant from how hard he just came. The second youâre free, Sunghoon holds you and steadies you by kissing you like he could swallow you whole. Heâs flushed and pink, and sweat is dripping down his temple, with his hair sticking to his forehead. You lean in and lick a hot stripe up his cheek, tasting salt and heat, dragging your tongue over the sweat at his hairline just to hear him whine, eyes fluttering, so sensitive he shivers. âGod, youâre so fucking hot like this, I could eat you,â you murmur deliriously against his skin and press a kiss to his nose, âCan feel you dripping out of me. Want to take care of it and make sure it stays in?â
Sunghoon grunts a curse and pushes your back flush against the cold wall again, and then he drops to his knees right there on the bathroom floor without another word, like heâs worshipping at the altar of your ruin. Then his hands are spreading you open, thumbs digging into your thighs as he stares at the mess dripping out of you, his cum spilling slowly and stickily down your legs. Sunghoonâs eyes are dark, heavy-lidded, wild, and utterly fixated as he licks his lips and groans low in his throat. âSo goodâso fucking perfectâI canât believe how fucking pretty you look right now.â
He slides two thick fingers into you and gathers up every drop of his cum spilling out of you, and he pushes it back in deep, fucking it up into you with a slow, relentless twist that makes you whine and claw at the tiles. âDonât waste a fucking drop,â he murmurs, and then he brings his face right to your cunt, sharp nose pressing just where youâre the most sensitive as he leans in to mouth at your swollen cunt, sucking at the slick mess and grunting as his tongue swirls on the taste of both of you. âSo muchâfuckâIâm going to have you like this every night until you canât even walk, until all you know is my dick, my cum, my name, just me.â
You shudder and reach for him to tug his hair, arching your back to offer more into his mouth, eyes rolling back as his tongue and fingers work in tandem, licking and sucking, nose pressing hard into your clit until youâre mewling for him.Â
You have this stupid, floaty thought right at the edge of your brain, which is unhelpful and very much not the time for it, about how the last man you were with couldnât even stand the sight of his own cum after. And now here you are grinding into Park fucking Sunghoonâs mouth as he eats his own cum right out of your pussy and moans into it like heâs being blessed by the heavens.
âSunghoonâoh, fuckâFuckâOh my God. What the hell is wrong with you, you fucking freak?âÂ
It honestly isnât the filth that has you falling apartâbut itâs the way he looks up at you through his lashes while he does it. His eyes are filled with a kind of tenderness that shouldnât exist in a moment like this, but that thought floats away as quickly as it appears when he gathers the slick on his fingers and pushes them back into your sensitive, fluttering entrance againâone finger, then two, and then he sinks a third in with no warning.
âNothingâs wrong with me,â he breathes, glancing up through his lashes, smug and gentle all at once. âJust know what I wantâLook at that. Stretched you out so good youâre taking three fingers with such ease now. I could play with this pretty pussy all fucking night.â
You reach down and tug on his hair hard to drag him up to look at you. âY-Yeah?â you breathe, barely holding yourself together. âTell me Iâm replaceable now, Sunghoon. Fuckâlook me in the eyes and s-say it again.â
He blinks up at you, and his brows knit together for a moment. Then he gives you a disgustingly dangerous half-smile and your heart stutters, because youâve only ever seen him look like this when heâs drunk out of his mind. âCanât. I canât,â he slurs. âNo oneâfuckânobody tastes like you. I hate it. I fuckinâ... hate you.â
You stare down at him, and for a second, your brain just blanks at how he just folded for you, babbling like itâs your fault his self-control dissolved somewhere between your thighs. And youâGod, youâre not even mad, are you? No, youâre practically glowing and melting right onto his stupid, perfect face. Part of you definitely wants to gloat and say some nasty, mean shit, but your brain is too fried, and your pride is too busy soaking up the way heâs falling apart at your feet. All you can do is clutch his hair and roll your hips into his face. You moan so loud youâre sure the whole building can hear it, but you truly donât care when his mouth on your pussy feels better than sin and better than forgiveness and better than anything youâve ever known.Â
You come again with his name caught and breaking in the back of your throat, knees giving out so hard you have to grab onto him just to stay standing as pleasure rolls through you in hot, blinding waves. Sunghoon stays exactly where he isâholding you together while you shake and gasp and come apart.
âSpread your legs wider. I want to see how much more you can take.â
And god help you; you already know the answer.
Somehow, against all odds and most laws of god and man, you manage to pull yourselves off each other and look vaguely human again to re-enter civilization after having just broken every single promise youâve ever made to yourself and to poor, long-suffering Wonyoung. Oh God. Letâs not think of Wonyoung right now.
You look in the mirror one last time before you turn to leave, and you somehow (kind of) look like a functioning, perfectly respectable human being and not like a girl who just got fucked to hell and back by the devil in Prada for God knows how long. Also, by some absolute miracleâor maybe just Sunghoonâs freakish self-controlâthereâs not a single incriminating mark on your neck. Nada. Which is crazy considering heâs always tearing into you like a feral dog. Sunghoonâs neck, on the other hand, is sporting a suspicious flush, and there are definitely like three hickeys half-hidden by his collar if you look too closely. (Oops.) But despite that, he somehow looks even more put together than when he went in, which is absolutely fucking infuriatingâdownright offensive, honestly.
But whatever. The horror and shame of anticipating the looks youâre about to get when you re-enter that ballroom is so much louder than any petty anger at the fact that Park Sunghoon is apparently immune to looking like a mess. Besides, itâs also hard to keep track of anything when youâve just spent the last five minutes bickering like lunatics while both of you were still half-breathless and trying not to strangle each other over who should walk out first and what to say and what not to say.
So the two of you do the walk of shame with the kind of composure only the truly deranged can manage: steps perfectly in sync, faces perfectly blank, and not looking at each other once. You thinkâjust maybeâyouâll actually make it. Just slip right back into the crowd, pretend you were powdering your nose for an ungodly amount of time, and no one will ever knowâ
âARE YOUâNO. Are you KIDDING ME?!âÂ
Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus. Here we go.Â
Heeseung practically yells (startling the living shit out of the two of you), stumbling back into the opposite wall with his eyes blown wide with pure, biblical horror. You barely have time to blink before his finger is flying back and forth between you, Sunghoon, and the now-infamous bathroom door.Â
âHeeâ?â you start, but you know itâs too late. You can practically see the gears in his head breaking down one by one in his head.
âDonât Hee me,â Heeseungâs eyes flick to the poorly hidden lipstick stains on Sunghoonâs collar (your handiwork) and your slightly failed attempt at powdering up your smudged mascara (Sunghoonâs handiwork). âOh my godâAt first I thoughtâNo, I prayedâI was literally texting Jay. He was like, âHeeseung, thereâs only one Sunghoon out there, man, accept it,â and I said, âNoooooo, our Sunghoon? Bro heâs not capable. He drinks tea with his pinky out.â But thenâI donât know, man, I started thinking about it⊠And I was like damn, it checks out. But thinking it and hearing it and now seeing it are three very, VERY different things.âÂ
âYou told Jay?!â you wince.
Heeseung looks at you like heâs offended youâd even ask that, and then he ignores you and gestures wildly at Sunghoon again (who is seemingly too stunned to speak right now.)Â
âGuys. Mannnnnn. In the womenâs bathroom? At your familyâs event? THAT LOUD?! Ohhhhh. I want to be dead,â Heeseung adds sincerely. âLord, Iâm ready to come up.â
Honestly? Same. Except youâre pretty sure whatever direction youâre headed, itâs definitely not up.
âOh my god,â you whisper, covering your face with both hands as the absolute terror of how loud you actually were comes crashing down on you. âOh my god. Oh my god.â
Meanwhile, next to you, Sunghoon looks as if heâs been hit by a truck, but in classic Park Sunghoon fashion, he is valiantly remaining composed. Though you can tell that heâs clinging to whateverâs left of his sanity by a single, rapidly fraying thread as his eyebrow twitches.Â
âHyung, youâre being a bit too dramatic,â Sunghoon says calmly. âYouâre just⊠drunk. Letâs go sit down, yeah?â
âYou think I have enough alcohol in my system for this?â Heeseungâs eyes bulge even wider, and you wonder how thatâs even possible. âY/N, howâhow am I supposed to look your mom in the eye again? She literally chased me downâtwiceâasking if Iâd seen you. I started avoiding the ballroom after, like, forty minutes because I was sweating so much I thought Iâd leave a trail behind me. I mean, do you two justâfeel nothing? No shame? Is nothing sacred? Is sex justânot SACRED anymore? Is that it?!â He fans himself dramatically. âIâm sweating again. I need to change my name and go to Bali and become a man who sells bracelets on a beach. Or maybe Iâll become a nun. Yeah. Nun sounds good. Do they take boys? Wait, do not answer thatâI cannot handle a hypothetical rejection right now, I am far too emotionally fragile, and frankly, I donât want to know. In fact, I donât want to know anything anymore.
âWe shouldâve left separately,â you hiss to Sunghoon and smack him hard in the arm as Heeseung continues to speak in tongues. âI told youâdidnât I fucking tell you? Look at what youâve done. You broke Heeseung. Like, actually broke him. Are you proud of yourself?â
Sunghoon barely blinks. âHow the hell is this my fault?â His voice is maddeningly calm and borderline amused, which only makes you want to set him on fire.
âBecause! Because youâwith your freakish stamina and your deranged control issues andââ you gesture furiously at him up and down, ââyour stupid, evil cum kinkââ
Heeseung stops mumbling and makes a choked sound like a dying bird, and Sunghoonâs nostrils flare as he looks at you. âYou wanna try saying that a little louder, sweetheart? I donât think the pastry chef in the next building heard you.â He huffs, âAnd I fucking said letâs wait five minutes. What did you say?â He lifts a finger in the air and drops his voice into a perfect mockery of yours: ââNoooo, nobodyâs out thereâitâs already late enough, you fine, handsome man, oh, you absolute sex god, Sunghoon, pleaseâââ
You smack him even harder this time. âI did NOT say that last fucking partâ!âÂ
âWELL, CLEARLY SOMEONE WAS OUT THERE! Hello! Iâm still here!â Heeseung points between you two, making a sound that can only be described as the death rattle of a man who saw Satan and lived to tell the tale. âJust stop. No more talking from you two. Stop saying things. No more. There are children here, you filthy sex goblinsââ
âThere are literally no children at this thingââ
âIâM the child now!â Heeseung plants a palm to his chest and flashes you his big, desperate, drunken Bambi eyes. âI have regressed. I need my mommy.â
âOh my God. Can we not do this in the hallway?â You ultimately give up and groan, stepping closer to pat Heeseung on the arm in some sort of comforting way. âCome on, Hee. Deep breaths. Letâs get you some water, okay? And then, Iâll have to kill you so you canât tell anyone about this. No hard feelings.â
âOh, good,â he nods dramatically and gives you a thumbs up. âMake it quick. Iâd rather die than live in a world where I got front row auditory tickets to the Park Sunghoon Breeding Kink Extended Directorâs Cut.â
Sunghoon exhales through his nose. âHeeseung, seriously, stop fucking talkingââ
âDonât talk to me right now, Sir Breedalot.â Heeseung yelps and scoots closer to you and physically hides behind your shoulder, clutching the back of your arm like a human shield as he presses his forehead into your neck.
Sunghoonâs eyes widen comically in absolute disbelief at the nickname, and his brows raise up so much theyâre practically kissing his hairline, but before he can say anything, you nearly choke trying to keep a straight faceâand the laugh escapes anywayâa sharp, traitorous snort you try to disguise as a cough again, which only makes it worse.
Sunghoon slowly turns to you with murder in his eyes. âDonât,â he says flatly. âFucking laugh.â
You bite the inside of your cheek. âShut the fuck up.â
Heeseung, unfortunately, has momentum now. And once Heeseung gets momentum, God himself couldnât stop him. âYouâre supposed to be my best friend. My brother,â He pulls you closer and squeezes your arm, âNot the guy who desecrates public property with my pseudo-little-sister. Not the guy who talks during it. You talk so much. So. Much. Oh my god.â
Sunghoonâs jaw clenches. âWere you fucking listâYou know, you didnât have to stand there, you freak.â
âDonât give me that look! You know that the bathroom is right next to the fucking lounge I escape to! And for the record, I left,â Heeseung says, backing away when you also turn to glare at him. âOh, I left. Iâm not a monster. But⊠then I came back because⊠because? Bro, do you even know how long you were in there for? I thought it was a medical emergency, Sunghoon. Do you understand? I was worried. I am a good man.â
âI was fine,â Sunghoon huffs.
âYES. I KNOW THAT NOW.â Heeseung shrieks. âWaitâIs this, like, a thing now? Are you two⊠Is this happening? Like, for real? Because Iâve had my suspicions ever since I caught you in my own fucking living roomâthanks for that again, by the way, really lovely. Nice little public sex kink you have going on right now, very cool, very not fun for me. But is this⊠are you two, likeâŠ? Is this a regular thing? Are youââ he lowers his voice, ââfuckbuddies?â
âYes,â Sunghoon says immediately.
âNO,â you snap at the exact same time.
Thereâs a beat where all three of you just stare at each other. Then you whip around and slap Sunghoon upside the head so hard his hair flops. âAre you out of your rotten, diseased, childish mind?â
Sunghoon just shrugs like heâs above it all, but his lips are twitching at the corners. You think you might strangle him. âWhat? Itâs the truth. And itâs Heeseung.â
âYou know what? Heeseung is gonna goâHeeseung is going anywhere else. Iâm gonna go sit down. Or maybe just try to lobotomize myself with a butter knife,â Heeseung groans, rubbing a hand over his face. âI genuinely canâtâlike, I literally canât even process what this means for your relationship, you know? Noâplease, God. Especially having to sit and witness the two of you acting like youâre not hopelessly in love with each other since the dawn of civilization, like some modern-day retelling of Romeo and Juliet except youâre both freaks and meaner and, frankly, more dramaticââ
Your mouth actually falls open. Like. Fully. You stare at him in pure horror and finally find your voice. âShut up. Oh my God, shut up right now.â
Sunghoon clears his throat loudly beside you and looks very interested in the far wall. âYouâre out of your mind,â he mutters, sounding offended. âWith her? Please. Donât make me sick.â
You immediately shove Sunghoon, and he barely even stumbles back. âOh, fuck youââ
Heeseung pauses and looks between the two of you, then scoffs and throws his hands up. âOh, Iâm the crazy one? Woowwwwww. Okay. Yeah. Letâs all gang up on Heeseung. Heâs sooooo handsome and hilarious and whimsical and underappreciated.â He points at you, then at Sunghoon. âYou know what? Figure yourselves out. Or donât. I donât care. I care a normal amount. Which is not at all because Iâm normal.â He turns and starts walking away, then spins back around. âAlso, youâre both NASTY. Deeply. Just so weâre clear. AND THATâS COMING FROM ME!â
And then, still muttering to himself as a deranged man lost at sea, Heeseung disappears around the corner and leaves you and Sunghoon standing there in what is quite possibly the most cursed silence of your entire lives.Â
ââŠDonât fucking start,â Sunghoon says.
âOh, Iâm absolutely fucking starting,â you say, and then kick him in the shin. âWe need to set some ground rules for⊠whatever this sex thing is.âÂ
Sunghoon raises a brow. âSo you finally admit you want it to keep happening?â
âDonât give me that smug look of yours,â You scowl. âItâs just sex.â
âDid I say it was anything else?â he fires back with a shrug, then he huffs out a low, humorless laugh and shakes his head. âAnd I donât know what this obsession is you have with⊠rules, but Iâm not doing that shit. Not on your terms.â
âToo fucking bad,â you fire back instantly. âI donât care.â You jab a finger into his chest. âGo get me a pen and paper, unless you want me to carve them into your forehead.â
He stares at you like heâs deciding whether to throttle you or not, then after a moment of silence, he ultimately sighs and rubs his face. âYou are so fucking annoying,â he mutters.
You smile sweetly and entirely unrepentant. âAnd youâre still going to listen to me. Chop chop, pretty boy.â
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