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“mm, my friends were talking about how they haven't been fucked in a long time; in my head i’m thinking ‘yoohoo.. ole girl has never been fucked’. so, instead of being impulsive and jumping on any man’s dick, i thought i’d ask mr womanizer over here how it feels. the girls you bring home are always so– loud! there's no way sex can feel that good.” you say, scratching your head.

sunghoon simply stays staring at you, wondering how you can be so normal about asking him intimate questions like these. he stretches, discreetly placing a pillow where a tent began forming. he'd been fantasizing about the day he'd finally be able to bend you over, explore areas you'd never shown anyone. now, he was so close yet so far.. so he decides to do what he does best; womanize.

he smirks, “you’re right. sex doesn't feel that good. it only feels good if one of them is skilled at it, else it's totally a waste of time.”

“ha!” you snort, crossing your arms. “so what are you trying to say? that you're good at it? oh please.”

“come find out.” he says simply, smiling at the way pink bloomed across your cheeks.

you clear your throat, pretending to not have heard him. you'd be lying if you said you didn't find him attractive right now; his hair messy, brows thick, and his glasses resting on his oh so perfect nose.. his sweater sleeves were folded midway up, revealing his perfectly sculpted forearms that countless girls stared at.

his smirk deepens, watching as you attempted to discreetly check him out. “i know you heard me. it won't be bad, you yourself said you've heard the girls i bring home. i assure you, you'll have a great time. we can even take it slow, hm?”

you scoff. “now, why on earth would i fuck you when there are tons of other guys i could go to? moreover, you're my best friend! i’ve known you since i was like what, seven? no way in hell.” you huff, shaking your head.

“all the more reason to. don't you wanna give your first to someone who you're actually familiar with? plus, i have a 100% success rate of making girls cum at least twice in half an hour.” he watches you look away, catching the way your thighs clench together.

“.. i suppose. ’kay, i don't see how bad it could possibly be. just remember, if we do this, nothing changes in between us.” you declare, making an 'x' sign with your arms. “no feelings involved, nothing! obviously i know that'll be hard, i’m quite irresistible.” you say, wiggling your eyebrows.

he chuckles, his fang-like teeth coming on display. “don't worry, i’ll make sure of that.” you awkwardly inch closer to him on the sofa, unsure of how to even initiate it. “so like.. what do i do? take my clothes off? or..” sunghoon pinches his nose in endearment, still in disbelief on how someone with such a smart mouth can be so innocent. “you're so cute bro.”

“bro? totally not a great way to get me in the mood,” you say sarcastically. “i know i'm fucking my best friend, but i don't wanna feel like i am!"

he smiles, tilting his head. “you're right, sorry baby. come here,” he whispers, taking the pillow off his lap and gesturing toward it. “so you were bricked this whole time.” you tease, looking straight at the obvious bulge in his sweats as you settled onto his lap, thighs on each side of his.

“you expect me to stay composed when my virgin best friend is asking me how it feels to fuck? i’m only a man.” he mumbles, arms already finding his way around your waist. “plus, don't try to act like you weren't squeezing your thighs together.”

you nervously giggle, looking around jokingly. “who, me? you must be mistaken.” your hands awkwardly rest on his shoulders, unsure of anything. his face also didn't help you focus.. he hadn't stopped looking at you from the moment you began talking to him about this.

sunghoon’s head lays back a little as he admires you. the white glow of the moonlight highlights the glimmer in your eyes that look at him so curiously, so full of innocent want. “you okay with a little kissing, sweets?” he says, rubbing your cheek softly with his thumb. you nod hesitantly, getting loose hair out of your face. “words y/n. i don't want to do anything that you're uncomfortable with, you know that right?” he says gently, taking his glasses off.

my oh my, you thought. your heart could almost explode; this side of him was completely unknown to you! your friendship mainly consisted of banter and teasing– sure, there were a few soft moments here and there. but this newfound gentleness? you were hooked. “yeah– yeah, i want this hoon,” you whisper, arms shyly wrapping around his neck to reassure him.

he hums contently at your admission, placing a hand on your head to lead you down. he kisses the corners of your mouth. testing; giving you a chance to run if you wanted to. when he sees you didn't pull away, he tentatively presses his lips against yours. you exhaled a shaky breath against his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair as you leaned further into him, melting into the kiss. sunghoon groans softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to press you flush against him. he kisses you like he was trying to memorize the exact shape of your lips, aware this may be the first, and the last, time something like this happens.

every time he thought he was getting ahead of himself, he attempts to slow it down– just for you to pull him back in, mouth needy and silently begging him not to stop. you shift your weight, sliding your hips forward to provide the sweet feeling you were looking for. the sudden friction of your body moving directly on his bulge draws a sharp, deep groan from the back of sunghoon's throat. “baby, if you wanna take this slow you gotta chill.” he whispers, hands instinctively anchoring you down.

sunghoon’s hands meet your face again, deepening the kiss until it was bruised and demanding. driven by a dizzying need to be closer, you rock your hips against him again. “hoon,” you whimper softly into his mouth as you ground down on once more. his composure shattered as you whimper his name, hands sliding down from your waist to your hips. he bites your lip, thrusting up against you to match your rhythm. “so bad at listening, aren't you sweets?” he coos, pressing open mouth kisses against your neck.

the desperate friction of your bodies moving together on the sofa was clumsy but maddening, born entirely out of a insatiable need to bridge the space between you. “s-sorry.. should i stop?” you mumble shyly, burying your face into his neck. hearing the soft apology on your lips strips him of all rationality— he rolls his pelvis up against you with a sudden surge of momentum, letting you feel every inch of the effect you had on him. he grinds up into you with a slow, desperate persistence, using his strength to guide your body to match his pace.

“sunghoon,” you whimper, hands sliding up to frame his face. he catches your mouth again, the kiss almost entirely consumed by need. he shifts your weight so you're sitting even harder against his lap, followed by you arching your back and moving in a frantic circle against his bulge, chasing the intense ache building in your core. you move like that for a few more breathless moments, tension reaching it's peak until sunghoon suddenly stiffened beneath you. he buries his face in your hair, shoulders shaking as he lets out a shuddering breath.

“stop, stop,” he chokes out, despite his hips giving an involuntary twitch against yours. “if we don't stop right now.. fuck. i overestimated my ability to be gentle with you.” he breathes out, shaking his head. you whine out in frustration, lifting his head carefully so he looks at you. “hoon, i couldn't care less. i honestly don't want you to be gentle anymore, i just want you.” he searches your eyes for a moment, “don't play with me. you really want this?” he asks softly. you nod, almost getting whiplash by how hard you were moving your head. he grins, and in one fluid motion, he lifts you off the sofa. even while carrying you, his grip is unyielding, pinning your chest flush against his torso.

sunghoon doesn't waste a second. he effortlessly navigates the familiar hallways, finding your bedroom door before opening it. the childhood best friend you knew was no longer here – only a man who promised to show you the time of your life. the room is bathed in quiet shadows, lit only by the moonlight filtering through the window. he carefully walks to the mattress, lowering you down with agonizing slowness, body hovering directly over yours as your back hits the soft blankets.

he doesn't let go of you completely. as you settle into the mattress, he follows suit, planting his knees on either side of your legs and leaning his forearms on the mattress beside your head. “last chance,” he whispers, his breath brushing your lips, voice tight with a final thread of restraint. “tell me to stop now, or i’m giving you everything you want and more.”

you don't say a word. instead, you reach up, your fingers tangle firmly into the front of his shirt as you pull him down with all the strength you have left. he lets out a defeated sound as he collapses his weight onto you, his mouth crashing down on yours with an unchecked hunger. the kiss isn't tentative at all; it's a release of every day he spent pretending he didn't want you. you whimper into his mouth, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to lock him closer. sunghoon breaks the kiss with a small gasp, his head falling into the crook of your neck. his breath is hot against your collarbone, entire body trembling with the effort of holding himself back.

“the clothes,” he mumbles, voice completely wrecked. “i want.. i need to touch you.” before you can even answer, he pushes himself back up, sitting back on his knees over your thighs. even in the dim moonlight his eyes are fierce; completely focused on you. he reaches down, fingers hooking into the hem of his own shirt. he pulls the fabric up and over his head, tossing it blindly onto the floor. your breath catches in your throat. was he always this built? sure, you guys went swimming together before.. but you never really looked at him. seeing him like this now; his shoulders broad, chest heaving? your heart can't help but hammer against your ribs.

“thinking 'when did he get this hot' huh?” he teases, reading your mind. although it was dark, you could clearly tell he was smiling. he doesn't give you much time so stare. sunghoon leans back over you, hands catching the bottom of your shirt. his hands are slightly clumsy now, fueled by a desperate impatience. “help me,” he murmurs, lips brushing your neck as he gently nudges the fabric forward.

“you wanna see me naked so bad.” you snort, laughing despite the scenario you were in.

“obviously, been wanting to.” he admits, although he quickly clears his throat to make it seem like a joke. you lift your arms, helping him lift the shirt up and away. the sudden rush of cool bedroom air against your bare skin makes you shiver, but the chill vanishes the second sunghoon presses his chest against yours. driven by the intoxicating contact, your hands slide up his bare back, your palms tracing the firm muscles of his shoulders and digging your fingernails lightly into his skin. sunghoon hums, obviously pleased. “can't get enough of me, can you?” he teases.

he looks down, shamelessly eyeing the skimpy skirt you were wearing. “i’m keeping this skirt on. used to hate when you wore these around me, felt like you were testing my restraint.” he groans, hands moving to fondle the fat of your ass. he leans back down to your neck again, leaving a trail of marks so you could keep a reminder of who was about to introduce you to paradise. “hoon.. take these off.” you whisper, your hands slipping under the waistband of his trousers and boxers.

he silently follows your plea, not looking away from you for even a second as he watches you marvel at the sheer size of him. heavens, he was huge. his tip was flushed with the prettiest shade of pink, and a long vein decorated his impressive length — it was thick too. so thick, you can't help but swallow and meekly ask, “will that fit?” you didn't even know dicks could be pretty. sunghoon however, just had to be that exception. it was as pretty as his face.

sunghoon smiles, rubbing your cheek gently. “yes y/n, it'll fit. just need to prep you first, okay pretty?” you nod, feeling his hands gently stroke your inner thighs. he hooks his fingers onto your underwear, pulling them off with a soft squelch sound following. “look at that,” he grins, “all wet for me?” he asks knowingly, fingers already collecting the sweetness that glossed over your folds. his fingers begin to softly circle your clit, eliciting soft whimpers from you which did nothing but make his already painfully hard cock twitch against your leg.

“there you go, relax for me sweets.” he murmurs. he lets you get used to the sensation, rapidly having you dripping all over his fingers. it's not like you'd never fingered yourself — no, you definitely have.. just that it didn't feel like anything. but this? fuck, he had barely even touched you and you were a soaking mess. sunghoon slowly slips a finger in, earning a mewl from you. “hoon... holy shit.” you breathed, eyes closing from the intrusion. he slowly pumped it in & out of you, watching your reaction as he sped up the pace. “feels s’good!” you whimper.

he takes this as a sign to add a second finger, coaxing you into loosening up for him. your hands instinctively go down to push him away because of the newfound stretch, but he simply tuts. “you can't take my dick if you can't even handle two of my fingers baby,” he then relents, “or do you want me to stop? anything you wish.” your hands instantly stop trying to push him away. “no– no! it's just a lot... but keep going.” you say, relaxing again. he continues pumping his fingers into you, distracting you from the slightly painful stretch by kissing you softly. “that's it. attagirl,” he praises, using his thumb to rub your clit.

you feel a strange pressure building up in your stomach, causing you to try to move away from the source; his fingers. sunghoon places his hand on your lower stomach to hold you down, clicking his teeth. “so you're a runner hm? it's okay baby, don't run, just feel.” he coaxes, speeding up the pace his fingers were working at. your breathing quickens — “ngh, hoon!” sunghoon's fingers continue fucking into you, helping you ride out your high as he smiles to himself, watching your starstrucked reaction after he gave you your first orgasm. “so pretty.. that's a good girl.”

you breathe against his chest, practically regaining your consciousness. he watches you, stroking your head. “you wanna rest? or do you still wanna go for more?” he questions. your eyes snap open, instantly locking eyes with him. sure, you feel like you came from heaven and back, but you'd be damned if you let him go without getting his dick wet. “fuck yes,” you breathed, watching him lean back up over you.

he hums, slightly spreading your legs open and giving your puffy clit a light slap. “pussy still so hungry for dick after i just made her cum with my fingers?” he smiles, looking back at you. “greedy.” you roll your eyes, “weirdo! referring to my pussy as a her.” you exclaim, still insulting him like he didn't just make you lose your mind. “yes, her. all i know, both of you are pretty.” he says. he lifts your legs slightly, rubbing his dick against your folds, teasingly nudging the tip into your fluttering hole.

“fuck, barely put it in and she's already asking for it.” he groans in awe, restraining himself from sliding in with one, quick thrust. he pumps himself with one hand, slowly entering you, noticing all your reactions to make sure you're not in pain. “wait— ’s too big..” you exhale, putting your hand on his lower abdomen to stop him. surely he was almost halfway in right? wrong. you looked down, only to see that only his tip and some went in. “there's no—” you breathe, “no way that's gonna fit.” you whine, already frustrated you might not get the dicking down of your life. “patience sweets. of course it'll fit.” sunghoon says, before pushing himself in a little further, rubbing your clit to make you relax around him. “attagirl, relax for me.” he was trying hard, so so hard to not break and fuck the life out of you.

you breathed slowly, allowing his length to finally fill you with all it's greatness. sunghoon lets out a broken sound, almost appearing to be a whimper; “holy fuck—” he chokes, “she's sucking me in so tightly. he moves his hips back, leaving you halfway empty before slowly filling you to the hilt, both your voices ringing around the room. “so big...” you mewl, your legs stretching higher up to accommodate his size. “i know,” he says cockily, “and it's all for you. gonna use it to make you feel so good.” he says, rolling his hips. he hikes your legs up, throwing them over his shoulders, using this new position to reach deeper into you.

he repeatedly pulls out completely, then pushes back in fully, allowing you to feel just how thick and long he was. each time you wail out, your walls tighten around him, making him lose his mind, inclining him pound into you harder. “who's making you feel this good, huh?” he asks. he doesn't even give you a second to answer, driving his hips into you, aching cockhead kissing your cervix. “shit, this pussy is insane— can't believe you've never let your best friend experience this. pretty selfish don't you think?” he teases, brows knit in concentration as he slams into you repeatedly, your body jerking with each hard thrust. “i think you should apologise. you can do that, can't you?” he says, stroking your hip with his thumb. “m– m’ sorry!” you snivel, tears brimming as your senses overload with the inexplicable pleasure he's giving you.

“sorry for what? full sentences angel.” angel? shit, he was fucking you like you were getting punished for doing something evil. “s-sorry for not letting— ngh— you fuck me earlier..” you sob out, eyes blurry with tears. “poor baby, feels so good you're crying?” he coos with faux concern. he wipes your tears gently despite thrusting into you with aggressive precision, his tip repeatedly nudging the gummy spot in your walls. he feels you pulse around his dick, thumb rubbing your clit, urging you to come. “come on sweets, let go for me. let your bestfriend feel you cum all over his dick.” he whimpers almost desperately, close to his own undoing as well.

you cum with a high pitched moan, eyes clamped shut as you felt him continue to slam into you, finding his own high as you ride yours out. “’s too much!” you whimper, covering your face with your hands. he pulls out instantly, desperately jerking off on your stomach. “fuck—mmpf, fuck...” he groans, white ropes of cum spewing onto your lower belly. he finally leans down, kissing the corner of your mouth. “you were perfect.” he whispers, rubbing your jaw with his thumb. “you were.. okay i guess.” you answer sarcastically, knowing damn well he knows you thought this was the best thing ever.

sunghoon smirks. “whatever you say angel.”

The lights were off except for the soft glow of the TV. Some random action movie neither of you were really paying attention to played in the background—explosions, car chases, loud orchestral music. The couch had become a nest: your blanket thrown over both of you, Sunghoon’s long legs stretched out so far his feet hung off the end. You were curled into his side, head on his chest, one leg hooked over his thigh because he ran warm and the apartment always felt a little cold at night.

Your boyfriend had one arm wrapped around your shoulders, the other resting lazily on your thigh where it lay over his. His fingers traced slow, absent patterns on your skin under the blanket—up and down, sometimes slipping just under the edge of your sleep shorts before retreating again, innocent. Or at least that’s what it started as.

You were trying to focus on the screen. Really.

But then Sunghoon shifted. Just a small movement—reaching for his cellphone on the coffee table with his free hand. His torso twisted slightly, chest tightening under your cheek, and suddenly the sheer scale of him hit you all at once.

His chest has gotten so broad that when he stretched like that, your entire upper body felt small against him. The arm behind your shoulders flexed without him meaning to, thick bicep pressing into your nape. His thigh under your leg felt impossibly solid and warm, the muscle dense even through the soft gray sweatpants. When he settled back again, he pulled you closer without thinking, adjusting you like you weighed nothing.

“This movie is actually ass,” he muttered, already reaching for his phone on the coffee table with his long arm. He didn’t even have to sit up fully — just stretched, torso tightening under you again, and grabbed it effortlessly.

You hummed in agreement, too distracted by the way his body moved beneath you to care about the plot anymore.

He slid down the couch a little more, getting comfortable, his hips sinking lower so his long legs spread out even further. The movement caused his gray sweatpants to pull tighter across his thighs. You felt the shift immediately — the solid muscle under your leg flexing as he adjusted his posture.

Without saying anything, without even really looking at you, Sunghoon’s free hand slid under the blanket and found your waist. And then he just… moved you. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His large hand gripped your hip firmly, fingers digging in just enough for you to feel the strength there, and he pulled you higher up his body in one smooth, effortless motion. Your leg that had been hooked over his thigh was now straddling his lap completely. Your chest pressed flush against his as he tucked you tighter against him, your face ending up buried in the crook of his neck.

He did it all with one arm. No straining, no grunting, just pure, casual manhandling — like you were a pillow he was rearranging for maximum comfort.

“There we go,” he mumbled under his breath, already looking down at his phone screen as he started scrolling. His thumb moved lazily across the display, completely at peace. “You were sliding down.”

Then he went right back to scrolling on his phone, thumb moving lazily across the screen, completely at peace. The faint blue light glowed against his sharp jaw as he read something that made the corner of his mouth twitch in amusement.

You, on the other hand, were spiraling.

Your entire body was now lying on top of his. Completely. Every slow breath he took lifted you gently, like you were floating on the rise and fall of a warm ocean.

You couldn’t see the TV at all anymore. Your world had narrowed down to the heat of Sunghoon's body, the clean scent of his skin at his neck, and the overwhelming size difference that was making your head spin.

He has gotten just so big.

The way your legs looked so short compared to his long ones stretched out beneath you. The way one of his hands could nearly wrap around your entire waist. How easily he had moved your whole body without even glancing away from his phone.

Heat kept blooming low in your stomach, heavy and insistent. You tried to stay still, but your fingers kept clenching and unclenching in the front of his hoodie, and your breathing had turned shallow and uneven against his neck.

Sunghoon kept scrolling peacefully for another minute, completely lost in whatever he was looking at. Then his thumb paused on the screen.

He tilted his head slightly, voice low and genuinely confused. “…Jagi? What’s going on?” His free hand rubbed your back in slow, soothing circles, still thinking you were just tired or cold. “You 'kay?”

You lifted your head just enough to look at him, cheeks flushed, eyes a little wild with frustration and want.

“Sunghoon,” you said, voice impatient and slightly breathless, “you just manhandled me like I weigh five pounds, put me completely on top of you, and now your thigh is pressed right between my legs and your hand is basically covering my entire ass and you’re just… scrolling like nothing happened.”

You kept going, the words spilling out faster.

“You’re getting so fucking big, one hand and you just slid my whole body wherever you wanted, I can’t even see the TV anymore. I can barely think because all I feel is how easily you can just… handle me.”

There was a beat of silence, then your boyfriend burst out laughing. Literally laughing.

It wasn’t a small chuckle — it was a full, deep, surprised laugh that shook his chest underneath you. His head fell back against the couch cushion as he laughed, eyes crinkling, the sound warm and boyish and so genuinely amused it made your ears burn.

“Jagi— really?” he managed between laughs, phone now completely forgotten on his chest. “That’s what’s got you like this?”

You glared at him, half embarrassed, half still ridiculously turned on. “Yes. And you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m sorry— I’m sorry,” he said, still grinning, trying (and failing) to stop laughing. One of his big hands came up to cover his mouth for a second, but his shoulders were still shaking. “I was literally just trying to make you comfortable. You kept slipping down and I thought— fuck, I didn’t think it was that, jagi.”

He looked at you again, eyes sparkling with a mix of fondness and newfound heat. The laughter slowly faded into a soft, dangerous little smile as he finally seemed to register the full situation — your flushed face, your quick breathing, the way you were gripping his hoodie.

Sunghoon’s hand slid lower again, resting heavily on your ass under the blanket, fingers spreading out possessively.

“So…” he murmured, voice dropping, “you really like it when I move you around like that, huh?” He gave a small, experimental squeeze, easily palming most of your ass with one hand, and watched your reaction closely.

“Oh my God, stop with the posturing right now,” you muttered, cheeks burning hotter.

Sunghoon’s grin widened, clearly enjoying this way too much.

“I thought you liked it.”

“Well, yes,” you huffed, “but not now that you know it.”

You twisted in his hold, trying to escape the overwhelming attention. You turned your body away from him, attempting to roll onto your side and face the back of the couch, hoping the embarrassment would cool down if you didn’t have to look at his stupid smug face.

But Sunghoon didn’t let you. His arm tightened around your waist instantly — that same big hand locking you in place like it was nothing. Before you could even finish turning, he shifted his weight and rolled on top of you in one smooth, fluid motion. The air left your lungs.

He was so heavy. Not crushing, but solid and warm and everywhere. His chest pressed you deeper into the couch cushions, completely blocking out the soft glow from the TV. His shoulders were so wide they shadowed your entire upper body. You couldn’t see anything above you except him — just the dark outline of his face, the faint shine in his eyes, and the way his damp hair fell forward slightly.

“Sunghoon—” you started, but he caught both your wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above your head against the couch.

You pouted hard, trying to tug your wrists free from his grip. You twisted and pulled, but his fingers stayed locked around both of your wrists with ridiculous ease. He didn’t even seem to put in effort — just held you there, smiling down at you like you were the most entertaining thing he’d seen all week.

“Let me go,” you whined, half-laughing, half-serious.

“Nope.” He shook his head, looking way too pleased with himself. “You tried to run away from me earlier. Can’t trust you anymore.”

Before you could curse at him again, Sunghoon suddenly got hit with a full wave of cuteness aggression. He dropped his head and attacked. First he bit your cheek — not hard, but enough to make you squeal. A playful, toothy bite followed by a loud kiss on the same spot.

“Sunghoon!” you yelped, laughing despite yourself.

He ignored you completely, too busy nuzzling and biting. He moved to your other cheek, biting gently before sucking a quick kiss there too.

“Stop— you asshole—!” you cursed between giggles, squirming underneath him, but that only made him press you down harder with his chest.

He moved lower, dragging his teeth slowly down the side of your neck before biting down on the sensitive skin there. Not enough to bruise (yet), but enough for you to feel the sharp edge of his teeth and the heat of his mouth. Then he soothed it with wet, open-mouthed kisses, sucking lightly.

You giggled softly, the sound slipping out before you could stop it. He kissed all over your neck — slow, hungry kisses mixed with little bites and nips, murmuring between each one:

“So small under me…” Kiss. “Can barely see anything except your cute little face…” Bite. “Fits so perfectly in my hands…” Kiss. “Love how I can just pick you up and put you wherever I want…”

You were a mess — laughing, whining, cursing him between shaky breaths.

“Park Sunghoon, I swear to God—”

He cut you off by biting your jaw, then immediately kissing the spot tenderly. His free hand slid under your hoodie again, palm hot against your waist, fingers spreading wide like he needed to remind himself how much of you he could hold at once.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark but still sparkling with that ridiculous fondness.

His thumb stroked over your trapped wrists as he leaned in again, hovering just above your lips. “Tell me how tiny you feel right now, baby.”

You stared up at him, flushed and frustrated, still trying to catch your breath after his attack of kisses and bites.

“I can’t believe this is foreplay for you right now, Hoon,” you muttered annoyingly, half-laughing, half-exasperated. “You’re literally pinning me down and acting like a giant cat with cuteness aggression and you want me to stroke your ego on top of it?”

Sunghoon’s expression shifted instantly. He looked genuinely offended, eyebrows pulling together as he stared down at you. “Ya,” he said, voice flat but clearly playful-offended. “Answer my question.”

You tried to hold back a smile. When you stayed quiet, just staring at him with a defiant little smirk, your boyfriend narrowed his eyes.

Then his eyes dropped.

Your oversized hoodie had ridden up during all the squirming and wrestling, and the collar of the shirt underneath had shifted. A delicate strap of your new bra was now peeking out near your collarbone — soft sage green lace against your skin.

He stopped mid-sentence, completely sidetracked.

Without any warning, Sunghoon used the hand that wasn’t pinning your wrists and casually tugged the hem of your hoodie and shirt upward, pulling both up halfway in one smooth motion. Cool air hit your stomach and ribs as he exposed the pretty bra fully.

“Hey!” you yelped, offended, eyes widening. “You can’t just— Sunghoon!”

He didn’t even look guilty.

His gaze was locked on your chest, genuinely focused now, the teasing completely forgotten for a second. His free hand stayed resting on your waist, thumb absently brushing the underside of the bra cup.

“Is this a new set, baby?” he asked, voice softer, almost distracted. He tilted his head, still hovering over you, eyes tracing the delicate lace. “It looks so pretty… the color really suits you.”

You stared at him, cheeks burning with a completely different kind of embarrassment now.

He was ogling. Not in a dirty way — at least not yet — but in that focused, slightly awestruck boyfriend way, like he’d just discovered something fascinating and needed to study it.

“Yeah… it’s new,” you answered reluctantly, squirming under his heavy gaze. “I bought it last week. Stop staring like that.”

Sunghoon finally looked back up at your face, but his hand was still gently touching the fabric, fingertips brushing over the lace like he was testing how soft it was.

“I’m not staring,” he said, clearly lying. “I’m appreciating. The green looks really good on you. Seriously. It’s soft too… is the whole set like this?”

You groaned, trying (and failing) to pull your wrists free again. “I hate you. You were literally in the middle of teasing me about my size kink and now you’re acting like a fashion critic because you saw lace.”

He smiled, slow and mischievous again, but his eyes kept flicking back down to the bra.

“Look, I'm just a man, jagi.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss right above the bra strap on your collarbone. “You should wear this more often. I like it.”

He smiled, slow and mischievous again, but his eyes kept flicking back down to the sage green lace.

“Look, I’m just a man, jagi.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss right above the bra strap on your collarbone. “You should wear this more often. I like it.”

You huffed, still half-annoyed at how easily he got distracted, but the way his lips lingered on your skin was making it hard to stay mad.

Sunghoon’s gaze darkened again as he slowly dragged his eyes up your body. He seemed to suddenly remember the position you were in — you pinned underneath him, wrists still trapped in one of his hands, hoodie and shirt bunched up under your chin.

The teasing smile returned.

“Fuck… look at you,” he murmured, voice lower now.

He shifted his hips, pressing his thigh harder between your legs, right against your core. The pressure was deliberate this time. You couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped you.

Sunghoon’s free hand slid up your ribs, fingers splaying wide across your skin until his palm covered almost the entire underside of your breast through the new bra. You let out a embarrassed, turned-on whine and tried to twist again, but he only chuckled darkly and pinned you harder into the couch.

“Stop moving like that,” he said, though his tone made it clear he loved it. “You’re making me so fucking hard.”

He finally released your wrists, but only so he could use both hands to shove your hoodie and shirt higher, completely exposing your chest. Before you could protest, he leaned down and mouthed at your breast through the lace, hot and wet, teeth grazing the fabric while his other hand squeezed your waist like he needed to feel how small it was.

“Hoon—” you breathed, fingers finally free to thread through his hair.

He hummed against your skin, sucking lightly before pulling back just enough to look at you. His lips were glossy, eyes completely blown.

“You wanted this,” he reminded you, voice rough. “You got wet the second I moved you like a doll. Don’t act shy now.”

In one smooth motion, he sat up on his knees, pulling you with him like you weighed nothing. He flipped you so your back was against his chest, your smaller body settled between his spread thighs. His arms wrapped around you from behind — one across your chest, the other sliding down your stomach until his big hand cupped between your legs possessively.

He pressed his hard cock against your ass, thick and obvious through his sweatpants.

“Feel that?” he murmured against your ear, biting the lobe gently. “That’s what you do to me. Just by being this fucking tiny.”

You moaned softly, head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers started slow, teasing circles over your sleep shorts. The TV was still playing explosions in the background, completely ignored.

Sunghoon kissed the side of your neck, slow and open-mouthed, while his hand kept working you.

“Tell me what you want, jagi,” he whispered, voice sweet but filthy. “Want me to keep manhandling you? Or do you want me to fuck you like the tiny little thing you are?”

He squeezed you tighter against him, emphasizing just how easily he could control your whole body.

Your answer came out shaky and needy:

“…Both.”

Sunghoon let out a low, satisfied laugh against your skin and tightened his arms around you.

“Good girl.”

The praise hit you low in your stomach. His voice had gone deeper, that lazy rasp he only got when he was properly turned on. One of his arms stayed banded across your chest, holding you flush against him, while his other hand kept slowly rubbing between your legs over your sleep shorts. The pressure was firm, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to drive you crazy.

You could feel every inch of him behind you. His chest was a solid wall of heat against your back. His thighs on either side of you were thick and firm, caging you in. And his cock — hard, heavy, and insistent — pressed right against your ass, twitching every time you shifted.

He nosed along your neck, breathing you in.

“Lift your hips for me,” he murmured.

You barely had time to process the request before his hands were already moving you. He gripped your waist with both hands and lifted you slightly, pulling your shorts and panties down your thighs in one smooth tug. The fabric caught at your knees before he impatiently yanked them the rest of the way off and tossed them somewhere on the floor.

The cool air hit your bare skin, but it only lasted a second — Sunghoon immediately pulled you back against him, one big hand sliding between your thighs again. This time there was no fabric between his fingers and your pussy.

“Fuck… you’re soaked,” he groaned softly, almost like he was talking to himself. Two of his long fingers dragged slowly through your folds, spreading the wetness. “All this just because I moved you around a little? My tiny baby really has it bad.”

You whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder. He circled your clit with the pads of his fingers — slow, deliberate strokes that made your thighs tremble.

Then, without warning, he slid one thick finger inside you.

The stretch was immediate. Even one of his fingers felt big, especially with how worked up you already were. He pumped it slowly, curling it just right, while his thumb kept rubbing lazy circles on your clit.

“So tight,” he whispered hotly against your ear. “Always so fucking tight for me. Like your body knows how big I am and still tries to take me anyway.”

You moaned louder, hips rolling against his hand. Sunghoon chuckled darkly and used his other arm to hold you still, keeping you pressed tight against his chest so you couldn’t move much.

“Stay still, jagi. Let me play with you.”

He added a second finger, stretching you wider. The wet sound of his fingers moving in and out of you was embarrassingly loud in the quiet apartment, even with the movie still playing forgotten in the background.

You reached back, grabbing onto his hoodie, needing something to hold onto. Sunghoon rewarded you by kissing your neck and grinding his hard cock against your ass in time with his fingers.

“You feel that?” he asked, voice rough. “That’s how hard you make me. Just from being this small and pretty and easy to move around.”

He suddenly pulled his fingers out, making you whine at the loss. But before you could complain, he manhandled you again — flipping you onto your back on the couch like you weighed nothing. He settled between your spread thighs, pushing them wide apart with his hands.

For a moment he just looked at you, eyes dark, hair messy, breathing a little heavier. His gray sweatpants were tented obscenely.

Then he leaned down, shoving your hoodie and shirt all the way up and over your head, leaving you in just the sage green bra. He hooked two fingers under the front of it and tugged it down, freeing your breasts.

“Pretty,” he murmured, almost reverently, before leaning in and sucking one nipple into his mouth.

You arched into him with a gasp. His mouth was hot and wet, tongue flicking teasingly while his hand kneaded your other breast. The size difference was even more obvious like this — his large hand completely covering one of your tits, fingers able to touch around it easily.

He switched sides, giving the other the same attention, then started kissing a trail down your stomach.

When he reached your pussy, he didn’t tease. He licked a slow, broad stripe up your center, then wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

Your hands flew to his hair, thighs trying to close around his head, but he easily pushed them back open with those strong arms, holding you spread for him.

He ate you out like he was starving — messy, hungry, focused. The wet sounds mixed with your broken moans and his low groans of approval. Every time you squirmed too much, he tightened his grip on your thighs, reminding you how easily he could hold you down.

“Hoon— fuck— I’m close—”

He hummed against you and slid two fingers back inside, curling them perfectly while his tongue kept working your clit.

You came hard, back arching, thighs shaking in his grip. He didn’t stop, working you through it until you were whimpering and pushing at his head.

Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, eyes blown wide with lust.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled back up your body, hovering over you again. The outline of his cock was straining desperately against his sweatpants.

Sunghoon leaned down, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

“Think you can take me now, baby?” he asked, voice husky. “Or do you want me to manhandle you a little more first?”

You barely managed a shaky breath before answering.

“…Manhandle me,” you whispered, cheeks burning.

Sunghoon’s eyes flashed with dark satisfaction. A low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he sat back on his knees, towering over you on the couch.

“Greedy girl.”

In one fluid motion, he grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach like you were weightless. He pulled your ass up high, forcing you onto your knees while keeping your chest pressed down against the cushions. The position made you feel incredibly small — face down, ass up, completely exposed for him.

His big hands spread your thighs wider, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he admired the view.

“Fuck, look at you,” he murmured, almost reverently. One hand slid up your spine, pressing you down harder into the couch. “So tiny like this. I can fit both my hands around your waist… and still have room.”

You felt the couch dip as he shifted closer. The sound of fabric rustling filled the air as he finally pushed his sweatpants and boxers down. His cock sprang free, heavy and hot, slapping against your ass cheek.

He rubbed the thick head along your soaked folds, teasing your entrance without pushing in.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he said, voice suddenly softer for a second, even as his grip on your hip stayed firm.

Then he started pressing in.

The stretch was intense. Even after his fingers and his tongue, the sheer girth of him made your mouth fall open in a silent moan. Inch by inch, he sank into you, slow and controlled, growling low in his throat.

“Shit… so tight,” he hissed. “You’re squeezing me so fucking hard, jagi. Like your pussy doesn’t want to let me in… but you’re still taking every inch.”

When he bottomed out, hips flush against your ass, you felt impossibly full. The size difference was overwhelming — his much larger body completely covering yours, his chest pressed to your back, one arm braced beside your head while the other wrapped around your waist, holding you in place.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust, lips brushing your ear.

“Feel that?” he whispered. “I’m so deep I can feel your stomach bulging a little when I push in.”

You moaned brokenly, fingers clawing at the couch cushion.

Sunghoon started moving — deep, powerful thrusts that made your whole body rock forward. Every time he drove back in, his hips slapped against your ass, the sound filthy and loud. His free hand reached under you, pressing against your lower stomach so he could feel himself moving inside you.

Sunghoon started moving — deep, powerful thrusts that made your whole body rock forward with every snap of his hips. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the living room, filthy and rhythmic, barely covered by the explosions still playing on the forgotten TV. His free hand stayed pressed firmly against your lower stomach, feeling the way his cock bulged slightly inside you with every thrust.

“Fuck, jagi,” he groaned, voice rough but still carrying that familiar teasing edge.

You whimpered into the cushion, fingers twisting in the fabric as he drove into you again, harder this time. The stretch was overwhelming in the best way — he was thick, long, and unrelenting, making your thighs tremble every time he bottomed out.

“Too big,” you gasped, half-complaint, half-plea.

Sunghoon let out a breathy laugh, the sound warm despite how hard he was fucking you.

“Too big?” He slowed his thrusts just to grind deep, rolling his hips in filthy circles. “You’re the one who got dripping wet when I moved you like a doll. Don’t act like you don’t love how big I am now.”

He leaned over you completely, his broad chest pressing against your back, caging you in. The weight of him was grounding and overwhelming all at once. One of his hands found yours on the couch, easily covering it completely as he intertwined your fingers.

You let out a broken moan, pushing back against him despite your words. Sunghoon grinned against your neck and bit down gently, the same cuteness aggression from earlier creeping back in even while he was buried inside you.

“Brat,” he whispered fondly, then suddenly pulled out.

You whined at the loss, turning your head to glare at him over your shoulder.

“Sunghoon—”

But he was already manhandling you again. He flipped you onto your back like it was nothing, hooking his hands under your knees and folding you in half. Your thighs pressed against your chest as he settled between your legs, lining himself up again.

“This is better,” he said smugly, pushing back inside you in one smooth thrust. “I like seeing your face when you’re trying so hard not to moan my name.”

You slapped his chest weakly, laughing through a moan.

“You’re so annoying— ah!”

He cut you off with a particularly deep thrust, bottoming out completely. The new angle made you see stars. Sunghoon’s eyes darkened as he watched your face, drinking in every reaction like it was his favorite thing in the world.

“There she is,” he murmured, starting a brutal pace again. “My noisy girlfriend.”

The couch creaked under you both as he fucked you harder, his hips snapping against yours. Sweat was starting to cling to his skin, making his black compression shirt stick to his broad chest. You reached up, grabbing fistfuls of the fabric, pulling him down closer.

Sunghoon obliged, folding you even more as he kissed you messily. It wasn’t graceful — it was desperate, tongues and teeth, little laughs breaking through when your noses bumped.

“You’re laughing during sex?” you gasped, half-offended, half-amused.

“Can’t help it,” he grinned, nipping at your bottom lip. “You’re just so fucking cute when you’re getting railed. Look at you… all folded up and taking me so well.”

He shifted his weight onto one arm and used the other to press your thigh higher, opening you up even more. The change made him hit a spot that had you crying out, back arching.

“Right there?” he asked, voice cocky but genuinely focused on your pleasure. “Yeah? That’s my girl.”

Your hands moved to his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle there. Even now, in the middle of intense sex, Sunghoon couldn’t stop being Sunghoon. He kept murmuring little comments between thrusts — some filthy, some stupidly sweet.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight… my tiny pussy trying to keep me inside.” Then, softer: “You’re so pretty like this, jagi. Love you so much.”

The mix of his dirty praise and genuine affection made your head spin. You felt the pressure building again, fast and overwhelming.

“Hoon— I’m gonna—”

“I know,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours. “Come on, baby. Come for me. Want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

He reached between you and rubbed tight circles on your clit, never slowing his thrusts. The combination sent you over the edge hard. Your orgasm crashed through you, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around him as you moaned his name.

Sunghoon fucked you through it, pace turning sloppy as he chased his own release.

“Fuck— you’re so tight when you come,” he hissed, burying his face in your neck. A few more deep thrusts and he came hard, hips stuttering as he spilled inside you with a low, broken groan.

For a moment, the only sounds were both of you breathing heavily and the distant movie still playing in the background.

Sunghoon stayed buried inside you as he carefully lowered your legs, letting you stretch out. He didn’t pull out right away. Instead, he collapsed half on top of you, careful not to crush you completely, and nuzzled into your neck like a big clingy cat.

“You okay?” he asked softly, pressing lazy kisses to your sweaty skin. The cuteness aggression was back in full force now that the heat had settled — he was gently biting your shoulder, then kissing the same spot.

You let out a tired laugh, running your fingers through his damp hair.

“I think you broke me.”

He lifted his head, grinning proudly.

“Good. That was the plan.” Then his expression softened. “But seriously… was it too much? I know I get carried away when you look at me like that.”

You shook your head, smiling up at him.

“It was perfect. Even if you are an annoying, smug giant.”

Sunghoon chuckled and kissed you sweetly, slow and deep, before finally pulling out. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and pulled it over both of you, tucking you against his chest like he always did after sex.

“You know,” he murmured, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back, “next time you get shy about your size kink… I’m just gonna remind you how loud you moaned when I folded you in half.”

You groaned, hiding your face in his chest.

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, jagi.”

He laughed softly, pulling you even closer, the two of you tangled together on the couch as the movie finally ended in the background.

Sunghoon stayed buried inside you for a few more moments, both of you catching your breath. Then he slowly pulled out with a quiet groan, immediately reaching for the tissues on the coffee table. He was gentle as he cleaned you up, wiping between your thighs with careful strokes.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, almost to himself. His voice had lost all the teasing edge, replaced by that soft, low tone he only used when he was feeling protective.

You let out a tired hum, eyes half-closed. “That’s your fault, giant.”

He smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead before standing up. Even now, right after sex, he moved with that effortless grace. He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment and came back with a warm, damp towel and a bottle of water.

“C’mere, jagi.”

Without waiting for you to move, he slid one arm under your back and the other under your knees, lifting you easily into his lap. You curled into his chest automatically, still feeling floaty. He wiped you down gently with the warm towel, one big hand holding your thigh open while the other cleaned you with slow, soothing strokes.

“Too rough?” he asked quietly, eyes scanning your face.

You shook your head, nuzzling into his neck. “Hell no, I enjoyed it.”

He hummed, satisfied with your answer, and set the towel aside. Then he uncapped the water bottle and brought it to your lips.

“Drink.”

You took a few sips obediently while he held the bottle for you, his other hand rubbing slow circles on your bare back. When you were done, he took a long drink himself before setting it on the table.

Sunghoon pulled the blanket over both of you again and shifted so he was lying on his back with you draped completely on top of him. Your smaller body fit perfectly against his — your head on his chest, legs tangled with his much longer ones. He wrapped both arms around you, one hand resting possessively on your ass under the blanket, the other gently playing with your hair.

“You’re so warm,” you mumbled sleepily, pressing your cheek against his chest.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating under your ear.

“That’s because I’m a walking heater. Built for tiny girlfriends who get cold easily.”

You lightly pinched his side. “Stop calling me tiny.”

“But you are tiny,” he teased, though his voice was incredibly fond. He hugged you tighter, almost squeezing you. “My perfect little handful.”

You groaned but didn’t pull away. Truthfully, you loved being held like this — completely surrounded by him. His heartbeat was steady under your ear, and his body heat made the blanket feel almost unnecessary.

Sunghoon seemed to sense it, because he pulled you even closer, one large hand gently cupping the back of your head while the other rested possessively on your lower back. He pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then another to your temple, his lips warm and soft.

“You’re so quiet now,” he murmured, amusement coloring his tired voice. “Where’s the girl who was calling me annoying ten minutes ago?”

“Shut up,” you mumbled against his chest, but there was no heat in it. Your fingers traced lazy circles over his shirt, feeling the firm muscle underneath. “I’m recovering from you trying to fold me into a pretzel.”

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest. “You asked for it, jagi. Literally said ‘manhandle me.’” He shifted slightly, adjusting you higher so your face tucked perfectly into the crook of his neck. “But I’ll be gentler next time… maybe.”

You pinched his side weakly. “Liar.”

“Only a little,” he admitted, smiling. His fingers continued threading through your hair in that soothing rhythm, slowly lulling you toward sleep. The rain outside had gotten heavier, creating a gentle white noise that mixed with his steady breathing.

After a long, comfortable silence, Sunghoon spoke again, softer this time.

“Thank you for letting me stay tonight. I know you had work to do.”

You smiled sleepily. “Worth it.”

He hugged you a little tighter, almost instinctively, like he couldn’t help it. “I love you,” he whispered against your hair. “Even when you’re pretending to be mad at me for being big.”

You let out a quiet laugh, already half-asleep. “Love you too, giant.”

Sunghoon stayed awake a little longer, just holding you, occasionally pressing small kisses wherever he could reach — your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your ear. Eventually his own breathing slowed, his body relaxing completely beneath yours as sleep finally took him.

The two of you stayed like that on the couch, tangled together under the blanket — your much smaller frame safely wrapped up in his warmth, the Sunday night feeling a little less borrowed and a lot more like home.

author's note — i didn't edit this btw. planning to write a proper hoon drabble soon bc i HATED this one >< but i did release it because size kink sunghoon was eating the worms in my brain lately and i had to get it out somehow. i know this is cringe ok bye <3

Wherever you go, one will be able to find him hot on your heels. Some find it cute. Some find it suffocating. You, on the other hand, find it downright amusing. 

Sunghoon is not a jealous man. And yet, why does he feel something ugly crawling inside him as he watched from where he stood?

He crossed his arms, watching with narrowed eyes, furrowed eyebrows and lips pursed in a thin line at the sight of you engaged in a conversation with some…peasant. Someone who thought they had the chance to be with you. The thought itself was laughable, enough to make him roll his eyes, not caring that the gesture itself was rude. 

He agreed to accompany you to the party after you pleaded with him for fifteen minutes straight. He doesn't remember the exact details, but it was a party hosted by your friend.

And where you go, he's willing to follow.

Sunghoon didn’t want to go in the first place, as he’d rather be at home, like the true introvert he is. But he’s nothing more than just a whipped man whose head over heels for you, which led him to his current situation. 

His jaw tightened as they had the audacity to lay their hand on your shoulder. You tried to politely tell them to remove their hand but they paid you no mind. To add fuel to the fire, they even invaded your personal space, acting like he knew you when he doesn’t. Unable to take it anymore, Sunghoon pushes himself off the wall and approaches you, silently seething with rage as he gets closer. 

“Come on, we can get out of here. I don’t see that boyfriend of yours anywhere and he’s stupid to leave a pretty—” 

“Get your fucking hands off her.” 

You turned, shoulders sagging in relief to see your knight in shining armor coming to save you. Sunghoon was immediately by your side, one arm possessively wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until you’re pressed against his side.

Shivers ran down your spine and heat pooled in the depth of your stomach at the fleeting sensation of him drawing circles on your skin, through the thin fabric of your skirt. 

Thankfully, the guy didn’t put up a fight and was quick to scurry away, his invisible tail between his legs. Sunghoon rolled his eyes at the stranger’s cowardice and dragged you out of the venue, not giving you any chance to speak. 

“Sunghoon—”

“Don’t,” he cuts you off, and you go silent at the coldness in his voice. 

He didn’t say another word the entire ride home but you could tell he was barely holding onto himself. The silence was filled with so much tension that one could practically slice it apart with a mere butter knife.

Eventually, you arrived home and the moment you stepped foot into your apartment, Sunghoon was quick to pin you against the nearest wall surface. You let out a gasp, which was cut short when he crashed his lips against yours in a strong, intense kiss that made your mind spun. 

Unlike the usual ways he kissed you, which was filled with nothing but pure love and adoration, this was him taking control of you. Dominating you. Showing you who you truly belonged to, like a physical claim.

You couldn’t keep up with him, your lungs screaming from the lack of oxygen but there wasn’t room for you to make your escape. You whined into his mouth—the sound pathetic and breathless when he yanked your skirt and panties down, leaving them pooling around your ankles.

You cried out his name as Sunghoon pushed two fingers into your entrance without warning, bypassing your soaked folds without feeling any resistance. 

“Fuck, you’re already dripping wet. Was it because of him?” He snarled, jealousy evident in his voice. “Was he the one who made you like this?” 

You broke the kiss, tilting your head up, hands scrambling to find something to grip onto but the only nearest thing was a wall behind you.

“N-No!” You managed to squeak out, eyes rolling up as your boyfriend easily found your sensitive spot with just his long, slender fingers alone. 

You attempted to tilt your hips forward so you could feel more of his fingers, but you were stopped by Sunghoon tightening his grip on your waist. It was a silent warning. A warning where you knew too well.

Your boyfriend chuckled at the needy look you gave him, hoping there was some part in him where he’s still kind enough to give you what you want.

Instead, he pressed his thumb down on your pussy lips, savoring the way your legs twitched at the simple touch—a sign of how sensitive and reactive your body is when it comes to his touch. You would’ve fallen to the ground if he didn’t catch you in the nick of time. 

“Look at you, you’re dripping all over me. Don’t even need lube with how wet you are,” he sneered, words dripping with disdain. 

True enough, you tightened around his fingers as you shakily exhaled, shoulders trembling. “H-Hoonie.. please…wan’ you.” 

“How do you want me, sweetheart? Use your words and tell me,” he coos, moving his fingers in a scissor like motion, opening and preparing you for what’s to come. 

You couldn’t speak, not when you were this close to cumming. In a desperate attempt, you tried to push forward. Keyword: tried. Only for Sunghoon to rip his fingers out from your pussy, creating a loud and lewd squelch sound. It pierced through the tense, thick air, ringing in your ears, causing heat to creep up your neck.

It didn’t matter how hard you clenched down on him, trying to prevent him from slipping out. You let out a disappointed whine, pawing at the front of his shirt but he wasn’t fazed. He’s not falling for your pitiful act. Not this time. 

Sunghoon used his clean hand to grab your face, forcing you to look at him. A twinge of satisfaction curled around him at the sight of your current state. To him, you looked divine despite your teary, dazed eyes and swollen, bruised lips. 

“Already a mess when I barely did anything,” he chuckled, leaning in to brush his lips against your neck, savoring the way you whimpered. 

You blindly reached out, hands gripping onto his shirt. “Sunghoon, p-please…touch me.” 

You heard him sharply inhaled with how delicious his name sounded from you. Just when you thought you had him, your boyfriend pulled back, ignoring your poor attempts of holding him in place. One moment you were standing on your two feet. And the next, you were being carried by him. You squeaked, hands gripping onto his toned upperarms out of pure instinct.

Reaching the bedroom, Sunghoon tossed you onto the bed, instantly hovering over you as he kissed you for the second time, dragging his tongue painfully and teasingly slow along the seam of your bruised, swollen lips. This time, you eagerly reciprocated it as your hands greedily trace his body, feeling the way he stiffened underneath your palms.

"Hoon, don't tease," you whined against his lips, flinching when he grabbed your legs with his large hands, only for him to spread you apart as he situated himself between your legs.

Your ears register the faint sounds of a belt unbuckling followed by the rustle of clothes, making your breath hitched with your heart beating in anticipation for what's to come. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight before you—his poor, hardened and neglected cock that proudly stood upright against his stomach.

The tip had turned an angry and a concerning shade of red, due to the lack of attention. Your mouth waters as you pushed yourself up, wanting to feel and taste him in your mouth but Sunghoon stopped you with a hand on your shoulder as he gently pushed you back down.

"Wha-?" You blinked, bemused.

"As much as I'd like to fuck your throat, I need to be inside you now before I lose my mind," he confessed, voice raw with desire.

His words made you clenched down on nothing but thin air. Biting down on your bottom lip, you watched with your fullest attention as he aligns himself against your entrance. You tilted your head back at the fleeting sensation of his cockhead moving along your puffy, loose folds.

"Sunghoon!" You whined, hating how he was teasing you now, of all times.

"What? Need something?" He asks with faux innocence, although there was nothing innocent with what you are doing now.

You huffed, fingers digging into the sheets beneath you. "Please fuck me already."

Your boyfriend huffed out a laugh, obviously having too much fun, "I don't think that's how you should be asking."

Your left eye twitched and the words slipped out before your mind could processed it. "Fine, then maybe I should go and find the guy from earlier. I'm sure he'll know how to treat me well."

Silence.

"Wai—fuck!" You cried out as he slammed his thick and heavy cock inside your creamy walls with just a singular thrust, drawing a startled and high-pitched gasp from your lips at the abrupt intrusion.

Sunghoon didn't give you time to adjust, pistoning his hips against yours without any form of mercy. You were already reduced to a flushed, whimpering and moaning mess underneath him as you squirmed about on the sheets, getting drunk on the feeling of his cock ruthlessly abusing that one spongy spot, over and over again.

"What happened to you acting all smart and cocky a few seconds ago, hm? Think you can say that kinds of things and not face the consequences?"

He sneered, reaching out to grab a fistful of your hair to give it a rough tug, forcing you to raise your head to look at him. Satisfaction rippled through his veins at the your teary and dazed eyes, his thrusts neither slowing down or stopping.

"What? Cat got your tongue? All you need is a cock shoved inside you and you're already fucked dumb and stupid," he continued, the hand previously grabbing onto your hair now trailed down to cup your chin with one hand.

"F-Fuck, p-please, ngh," you shamelessly moaned, shooting your arms out to wrap them around his sturdy shoulders, digging your nails into his skin—drawing a hiss from him.

Luckily for you, Sunghoon was reaching his limit and seeing his precious, beloved girlfriend in such a lewd state is not helping him either. Groaning, he grabbed your right leg and slung it over his shoulder.

The slight change of position allows him to hit deeper places where you thought it was impossible. Heck, you swore he might be able to hit your womb with how deep he is. His eyes trailed down and that's when he saw it.

A bulge in your stomach—right over where his cock is.

Your boyfriend watched, mesmerized by the sight of the movement of his cock moving in and out of your gaping, stretched-out pussy, creating a series of loud and obscene squelching sounds that was music to his ears.

He reached out, gently pressing down on it and your reaction was immediate. You instinctively clenched even harder, making Sunghoon groaned at the feeling of you tightening around him.

"Shit, squeezing me so tight. Like you don't want me to move," he swore under his breath, his thrusts gradually growing sloppy and frantic as he feels his climax reaching.

"H-Hoon, gonna c-cum.. fuck, pleasepleaseplease," you babbled, eyes rolling up to the back of your head as your back arched off the bed.

"Yeah? Then cum for me, princess."

You reached your high while chanting his name like a sacred prayer, thighs trembling like fallen leaves. Your boyfriend was quick to follow suit—spilling thick and hot semen and painting your gummy, velvety walls white.

You felt unusually bloated when he was done, grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling. Your right leg slid off his shoulder, landing on the now dirtied and soaked sheets with a soft thud. Sunghoon, on the other hand, made no move to pull out.

Instead, he collapsed on top of you, suffocating you with his much heavier and larger frame.

"Ow, you're heavy!" You exclaimed, delivering a whack to his shoulder but he remained unfazed.

Sunghoon merely hummed, wrapping his arms around you as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"..By the way, were you jealous?" You asked, feeling him going still at your question.

"No, I wasn't," he answered immediately and that only confirms your doubt.

"You should've seen the way you looked when you jumped in. You looked like you're going to kill him," you joked.

Your boyfriend sighed, "It's not my fault he doesn't know how to not touch what belongs to someone else."

You paused and when you realized the meaning behind his words, your face turned red and out of pure instinct, you whacked his shoulder again. This time, he lets out a pained yelp, moving away so he can face you with an offended look.

"What's that for?"

"That's for being cringy and cheesy."

The day you found out your uni roommate, Sunghoon, was a literal OF star—you still can’t decipher if it was a blessing or a mistake.

You walked into his room one night in hopes of asking if he’d seen your missing tank top, and you just couldn’t have chosen a better time to do so. There your eyes lay on his thick shaft, curved, and persisting in the air as a bunch of ring lights surround his naked figure.

His eyes meet yours, but you’re far too deep in your thoughts to form a coherent apology, let alone leave his room. He freezes, until your eyes shift to the phone in his left hand. “Is this how much effort he puts in for a nude?” You thought.

That very night had pretty much obligated him to confess what he does as a “side hustle”.

“Okay, I sell my dick for money. Happy?” Yeah, you’d figured.

So when Sunghoon asked you to help him take pictures for his Onlyfans—sure, you were wary—but you knew the day would soon come. On the contrary, you’d much rather help him make his content as opposed to walking in on him again.

What you’d never thought about, however, was joining him in his OF endeavours.

You clear your throat, kneeling on the hard-wood floor with Sunghoon’s phone in your grip as he lays back against his bed, completely bare. Minus, of course, the simple button-down that’s barely hanging on his shoulders, a large sliver of his abs peaking through the unbuttoned fabric. “How do I do this?” You break the eerie silence as Sunghoon gently bucks his hips up, adjusting his position before wrapping his calloused hand around the base of his cock.

“Just keep taking photos when I say ‘go’, ‘s not that hard. You’ve never done this?” A shit-eating grin blanketed his face as he teased you, one hand supporting the back of his head as the golden sun filters through the blinds in his bedroom and reflects against his hard shaft.

You sheepishly shake your head, trying to avoid his gaze as you zoom in on the camera so his face is out of the frame. “Go, the lighting is good. Make sure you can see my legs too,” He signals, freeing his cock from his grip as it slaps against his abdomen.

You nod with a shaky breath, the brief noise passing through you like an electric current. Your thumb clicked away as you shot the photos from different angles, telling Sunghoon to adjust his position every now and then. You caught yourself focusing more on how palatable and tempting his shaft looked more than how the actual photos turned out.

The few, warm rays of sunlight cast against his cock, emphasizing the prominent veins, the deep rose of his tip, the texture of his skin, and the little hairs peaking from his pelvis. It was a sight that you hated to admit you enjoyed seeing.

“Are you done yet?” He asked, propped up against the mattress with his elbows.

“O-oh, yeah. Here,” you snapped out of your trance, extending your arm to hand him his phone. He hums before swiping his thumb, examining every photo to make sure they were to his liking—and his audience of course.

“Not so bad, was it?” He purred, gaze still focusing on his photos. You look down at the hard floor beneath you, mumbling a small, “Yeah” to avoid glancing at his cock. Gosh, he really had no care in the world that his own roommate saw him naked twice, his cock currently at the center of your face, despite being inches apart.

“They’ll do,” he asserts, tossing his phone on the side, landing on the soft cushion. “They’re gonna love them.”

“Who’s ‘they’re’?” You chuckle, still averting your gaze from him as your finger mindlessly traces the wooden pattern on the floor. “My fans, of course.” He adds, as if it wasn’t already stupidly obvious. His eyes scan you—head titled down as your hands fiddle, cheeks tainted with crimson.

“I’m sure they’ll love to see my photographer in a video with me,” he murmurs, voice suddenly dropping an octave. You finally look up at him, not even caring if he’s still naked, your thighs vaguely pressing together. “What do you mean?”

“Y’know what I mean, doll. Content is content, and the people will love it.” You’d already grasped what he meant the second he mentioned you being in a video of his, despite taking his photos just this one time.

A sudden warmth pools in your underwear, the fabric already becoming slightly sticky as you gulp. “I-I don’t know, Hoon.. I’ve only done this for you once. And you’re just my roommate!” You protest, but a part of you isn’t fully opposed to the idea.

He rolls his eyes, elbows giving out as he lays his back flat against the bed, cock resting against his fit thigh. At least now it’s not pointing at you.

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen, and roommates don’t help each other take photos of themselves naked either.” He has a point, and it annoys you how sickingly good he is at persuading you. All for some cash. “You’ll get half the revenue, deal?”

And that sold you—so much that you began to feel your underwear sticking to your wet folds. “Deal,” you murmur. His head barely rises from the mattress, a smug grin plastering itself across his face, before tapping his thigh. “C’mere.”

You managed to pick yourself off the ground, legs practically feeling like jelly as you threw yourself on top of Sunghoon. His hand gets a hold of his phone as you straddle his lap, clothed heat pressing against his again-erected cock as he leans it against the bed frame. “Let’s give them a show, yeah?”

He barely presses record before your lips crash onto his pillowy ones, capturing them in a desperate and needy kiss. You barely noticed that you initiated the first move yourself. “Needy fuckin’ girl,” he rasps against your mouth as your teeth gently pull on his bottom lip, all while his hand glues itself to your hip and simultaneously encourages you to grind against his naked shaft.

You whine in response, slipping the dress shirt off his shoulders until his chest and stomach become utterly visible. His camera captures everything—your fingers tracing over each rigid muscle on his stomach, your tongues gliding into each other’s mouths, and your lower body rubbing against Sunghoon’s cock.

He tugged on the waistband of your sweatpants, searching your eyes for permission. “Can I?” You nodded desperately, a string of spit connecting between your lips as you pulled away, helping him strip away your sweats and panties.

He peeled your shirt over your head, leaving your body completely bare for him and his audience. Your breath hitched as goosebumps rose to the surface of your skin, his fingers tracing over your perky nipples. “Such a pretty girl.. y’ been hiding this from me since I moved here?”

He briefly adjusted the camera, placing it behind the two of you so your ass was in view. His fingers clamp around his aching cock, a bead of precum threatening to drip from his slit as he rubs it between your soaking folds. “Hoon, fuck.. Hurry.” The plea escaped your lips in a strangled whimper, your warm breath fanning against his mouth.

“Mm? Y’ begging me to fuck this little thing? She’s dripping for me,” he mocks, alluding to your pussy. Your head falls to his chest in an impatient manner, nodding feverishly as you begin to grind your heat on his protruding tip. You were desperate for any and all friction.

“Tsk.. I know, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” His free hand tangles in your hair, gently raking your scalp as he encourages your hips to lower. You gasp as you slowly sink onto his shaft—your creamy, silken walls engulfing him in a tight hug. His camera registered every little shake of your hips until you fully bottomed out, and every shaky breath that came with it.

“There you go.. That’s a good girl.” His hand gently tugs on your locks, pulling your head back as his tongue slips between your lips, pleading for another kiss. His anchoring hand helped lift your hips up, only to drop back down on his length.

He grunts into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing at the sheer tightness of your hole. Though you can’t see what’s being filmed behind you, you’re already growing more aroused at the thought of his fans watching “PrinceHoon02” be balls deep inside his roommate.

His hand lets go of your hips once you find your rhythm, bouncing on him at a steady pace, the supple flesh of your ass smacking against his thighs every time you drop back down. And with each slam, it pulls a louder, more obscene cry from your lips.

By this point, your lips are disconnected as you rest your hands on Sunghoon’s chest, supporting your upper body as your nails dig into his pale skin. “Hoon—oh, fuck!” You mewl as his fingers quickly flick your clit, his free hand landing a sharp smack to your ass. “Yeah, fuck.. Keep going, baby. That’s it.”

The camera shows a faint, but rosy hand print spread across your right ass cheek, along with a milky ring of cum at the base of his cock. “Fuckfuck, you’re s’ big!” You cry out, vision becoming blank as you’re on the brim of your climax.

“M-mhm.. Yeah. You like that, don’t you?” He stares up at you with hooded eyes, almost drawing blood from how hard he’s chewing on his bottom lip. His head prods at your cervix, twitching as he lets out a strangled moan, but he ends up choking on it.

You nod, a string of incoherent pleas falling from your lips as bliss finally washes over you. The both of you simultaneously cum, breathing against each other’s mouths as your chest leans down to press against his. From the back, the camera frames his tense thighs, your shaking hips, and the mixed fluids of your orgasms seeping down his cock as you pull yourself off.

Your face is buried in his neck, the tightness in your core already-alleviated as the both of you catch your breaths. His hand briefly rests on the small of your back before reaching for his phone behind you, ending the 6-minute long recording.

You’ve already, for the most part, have come back to your senses to see that he’s already in the midst of publishing the video on his account, typing out the title before making it live.

All for his thousands of fans to see—but for whatever reason, you didn’t regret an ounce of it—even if it was counterintuitive to your initial stance.

“They’ll love this. What do y’ say to being in more videos?” He shuts off his phone, already anticipating the influx of fans that’ll be begging to see more of you.

“So much for being your personal photographer..” you mumble against his skin.

“Isn’t this better than being my photographer?”

“..Sure.”

Fair to say, you were featured in many more videos.

you watched your boyfriend, heeseung, win another F1 race. you clapped and screamed loudly the moment he passed through first. gosh, he was such a good driver.

after he was done getting his trophy and talking to his team, you were there, waiting for him. the moment he saw you, you smiled at each other before giving a big hug. you put your arms tightly around his neck. "I'm so proud of you, baby." you said lowly against his shoulder.

he smiled widely, arms around your waist, just as tight. "thank you, doll. it means the world to me."

you pulled your head back to smile at him. "I love you."

heeseung smiled back. "I love you too, baby. so much." he murmured before leaning down, kissing you. you kissed him back, really happy for him.

as you two got back to the car, heeseung turned on the car radio station to the quiet songs and then started to drive. you just crossed a leg over the other unconsciously, eyes going out the window, seeing the city view as he drove. but what you didn't see was heeseung staring at your skirt riding up as you crossed your legs.

he exhaled. "pretty skirt, baby." he commented lowly.

you look at him and then down at the skirt. "thanks. it was one of the ones I bought last week when I went to the mall and-"

you stopped when you saw the bulge forming on his pants. you smirked a bit. "oh, you think it's pretty, huh?" you teased lowly.

heeseung bit his lower lip before sliding a hand down your thigh. your smirk faded a bit, feeling goosebumps form on your legs. he caressed your inner thigh slowly. "what was that?" he asked, being the one teasing now.

you just swallowed hard, already feeling dampness form on your panties. he slid his hand in, rubbing his middle finger over the wet patch. "oh, is my baby needy?" he asked lowly.

you exhaled. "heeseung... you're driving. this isn't safe." you muttered.

he just smirked. "doll, i drive F1. I think I can finger this needy pussy and drive at the same time just fine." he said lowly, voice smooth. you took a shaky breath when he pressed his finger on your clit over your panties. he chuckled again. "such a needy little baby for me." he said before sliding his middle and ring fingers below the material, rubbing your wet folds directly.

you moaned softly, leaning your head back. he pressed those fingers to your clit, rubbing in slow circles, making your thighs shake with how torturous he was being.

heeseung suddenly pulled his fingers off. "take these panties off for me, pretty." he commanded lowly, eyes never leaving the road. you didn't even think, just slid them down your legs and parted your thighs open. he put his fingers back on your pussy, humming. "much better. just sit back and relax, hm baby?" he said, already rubbing your clit again. you let out a breathy moan, just feeling his fingers please you.

he moved his fingers over your clit a bit faster, making you bulk your hips up unconsciously. he chuckled under his breath. "shh, is my pretty doll getting excited?" he teased lowly, stopping on a red light and looking at you.

head back, eyes closed, legs parted wide, his fingers on your pussy, your mouth open in moans. he felt himself getting harder at the view. "fuck, you're so pretty like this, baby." he whispered before having to go back to driving.

just when you moved your hips up again, he slid his middle finger inside you, making you moan a bit louder, clenching around that finger. he smirked and slid his ring one too, making you whimper as he curled them inside you just right. "fuck- hee-" you moaned out, desperate for release.

he chuckled lowly. "shh, babydoll, just relax." he whispered, driving around a roundabout to another street while hitting your g-spot with his fingers.

you started to whimper, breathing fast, getting really close. he just had to curl his fingers a last time before you broke out in a loud moan, thighs shaking as your cum dripped down his fingers. just as he eased his fingers and pushed them out, he parked in front of your shared house.

he brought his fingers to his mouth before smirking at your breathless figure. "come on, doll. let's get inside, hm? can't wait to fuck into that pretty pussy all night." he said before getting out of the car, walking around, opening your door, and picking you up on his arms. you whimpered lowly before he picked your panties up from the car floor and closing the door.

he kissed your temple, walking up to the door and unlocking it before you both got in.

you watched your boyfriend, heeseung, win another F1 race. you clapped and screamed loudly the moment he passed through first. gosh, he was such a good driver.

after he was done getting his trophy and talking to his team, you were there, waiting for him. the moment he saw you, you smiled at each other before giving a big hug. you put your arms tightly around his neck. "I'm so proud of you, baby." you said lowly against his shoulder.

he smiled widely, arms around your waist, just as tight. "thank you, doll. it means the world to me."

you pulled your head back to smile at him. "I love you."

heeseung smiled back. "I love you too, baby. so much." he murmured before leaning down, kissing you. you kissed him back, really happy for him.

as you two got back to the car, heeseung turned on the car radio station to the quiet songs and then started to drive. you just crossed a leg over the other unconsciously, eyes going out the window, seeing the city view as he drove. but what you didn't see was heeseung staring at your skirt riding up as you crossed your legs.

he exhaled. "pretty skirt, baby." he commented lowly.

you look at him and then down at the skirt. "thanks. it was one of the ones I bought last week when I went to the mall and-"

you stopped when you saw the bulge forming on his pants. you smirked a bit. "oh, you think it's pretty, huh?" you teased lowly.

heeseung bit his lower lip before sliding a hand down your thigh. your smirk faded a bit, feeling goosebumps form on your legs. he caressed your inner thigh slowly. "what was that?" he asked, being the one teasing now.

you just swallowed hard, already feeling dampness form on your panties. he slid his hand in, rubbing his middle finger over the wet patch. "oh, is my baby needy?" he asked lowly.

you exhaled. "heeseung... you're driving. this isn't safe." you muttered.

he just smirked. "doll, i drive F1. I think I can finger this needy pussy and drive at the same time just fine." he said lowly, voice smooth. you took a shaky breath when he pressed his finger on your clit over your panties. he chuckled again. "such a needy little baby for me." he said before sliding his middle and ring fingers below the material, rubbing your wet folds directly.

you moaned softly, leaning your head back. he pressed those fingers to your clit, rubbing in slow circles, making your thighs shake with how torturous he was being.

heeseung suddenly pulled his fingers off. "take these panties off for me, pretty." he commanded lowly, eyes never leaving the road. you didn't even think, just slid them down your legs and parted your thighs open. he put his fingers back on your pussy, humming. "much better. just sit back and relax, hm baby?" he said, already rubbing your clit again. you let out a breathy moan, just feeling his fingers please you.

he moved his fingers over your clit a bit faster, making you bulk your hips up unconsciously. he chuckled under his breath. "shh, is my pretty doll getting excited?" he teased lowly, stopping on a red light and looking at you.

head back, eyes closed, legs parted wide, his fingers on your pussy, your mouth open in moans. he felt himself getting harder at the view. "fuck, you're so pretty like this, baby." he whispered before having to go back to driving.

just when you moved your hips up again, he slid his middle finger inside you, making you moan a bit louder, clenching around that finger. he smirked and slid his ring one too, making you whimper as he curled them inside you just right. "fuck- hee-" you moaned out, desperate for release.

he chuckled lowly. "shh, babydoll, just relax." he whispered, driving around a roundabout to another street while hitting your g-spot with his fingers.

you started to whimper, breathing fast, getting really close. he just had to curl his fingers a last time before you broke out in a loud moan, thighs shaking as your cum dripped down his fingers. just as he eased his fingers and pushed them out, he parked in front of your shared house.

he brought his fingers to his mouth before smirking at your breathless figure. "come on, doll. let's get inside, hm? can't wait to fuck into that pretty pussy all night." he said before getting out of the car, walking around, opening your door, and picking you up on his arms. you whimpered lowly before he picked your panties up from the car floor and closing the door.

he kissed your temple, walking up to the door and unlocking it before you both got in.

“How long are you going to stay mad for?” You just look away from your husband, ignoring his attempts to talk to you. “At least look at me, beautiful..” 

He had messed up at the dinner table today with his friends. While everyone complimented their wives, having their hands all over their partner and stealing little kisses, Heeseung did none of that for you. 

To say the least, you were mad.. Jealous even. Could he not have complimented you just once at the table? Maybe show you off a little and say how proud he is of you like the other husbands did? 

Could he not have at least kissed you lovingly or laughed with you at the table? 

He suddenly pulled over on the deserted road, turning the car off. You frown and turn to him only to see his eyes have now darkened and his jaw clenched. “Beautiful, will you only calm down after seeing me on my knees?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and helped you with yours, not touching you if you didn’t want to be touched. 

You like him like this, frustrated and irritated. The way his jaw clenches always had you dripping down your thighs, no matter the place. He pulled you out and helped you get into the backseat, pushing the passenger and the driving seat forward to make some space so he could kneel right between your thighs.

“I know you are mad about me not complimenting you like how the other guys did.. I’m sorry, baby..” He started, not daring to move his eyes any lower than yours even though your soaking heat was right in front of his face. You stare down at him with butterflies in your stomach, your heart racing. 

“What will it take for you to forgive me, beautiful?” His hands came up to your thigh, squeezing your soft flesh gently. Your breath bitched as you see the lust and control in his eyes. You needed him so badly but you were still mad. Your scent driving him crazy, he pressed his hands higher, reaching the hem of your dress. 

“Would you like me please you, darling? Make you come a river on my tongue?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew the exact effect he had on you, kneeling in front of you, worshipping you, he knew you loved it and he loved doing it. When he got no reply from you, he smirked, leaning to press gentle kisses on the curve of your legs, feeling you tense under him. 

Your eyes turn hazy with need, as you stare at him worshiping you like a goddess. “Hee..” He froze for a second, trying to believe that you actually spoke after not speaking for 3 hours. “Yes, beautiful? Tell me what you need..” His kisses left a trail of fire as he climbed up your inner thighs, his hands gently lifting your dress till they bunch around your stomach, leaving you completely soaked and right in front of his face. 

“Fuck, you are soaked baby.. Is this all for me?” He didn’t touch you, didn’t even look at your core but the scent of your arousal told him everything you needed to know. “I hate you.. Asshole.” He simply chuckled and shook his head, kissing right on the line of your laced panty but not where you needed it the most. 

“This asshole will make you go to heaven, beautiful.. Just say the words.” Goosebumps spread all over your body as you squirm under his kisses, trying to get him when you wanted him the most. “Hee, I swear—” A moan broke through your lips when he simply pressed his nose against your clothed clit, taking in your scent.

“Mine.. all of me and no one else.” 

You throw your head back, the anger melting away from your body. You needed him and you needed him now. Your hands shoot up to tangle in his hair, tugging him closer to your heat, silently begging him to just tear the fabric and eat you out. 

“Ah-ah, so impatient.. Tell me what you want, love.” Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment and arousal. He really wanted to hear it from you, huh? “I need your mouth, hee—please!” 

That’s all he needed to pull back and rip your lace fabric before he grabbed your thighs and dove in like a thirsty beast. No soft foreplay, just plain need. Your free hand flies to your mouth to muffle the intense screen that erupted your throat, gasping as he sucks and bites at your sensitive flesh. 

“Hee—omg! ah—ah—Fuck!” The obscure sounds of slurping and both of your moans combined just made you wetter. “So delicious, beautiful.” He suddenly darted his tongue out and shoved it inside you, eating you out from the inside.

You scream as your hips jerk on his face. Your eyes shut with your head thrown back against the leather seat. You didn't care about how loud you were being, your mind turned into a mush. 

His fingers held you down on the seat as you tried to squirm away, your thighs shivering harshly around his shoulder.

“Hee—‘m coming!” You warn him, your hips twitching at the sensitivity but his arms held you down, throwing your thighs around his shoulders so there was no space between you and him. 

“Come for me, baby.” He groaned, abusing your clit and your hole. “Let go, beautiful.” On his command, your entire body tensed, your thighs shivering harshly as your first orgasm washed over you. A loud moan which you muffled echoed the car, feeling Heeseung groan in your pussy, he drank your juices up and cleaned you up with his tongue. 

He softened down and helped you ride your high, sucking gently as you twitch violently, getting too oversensitive. “Hee! No-–fuck,” You push his head back, making him chuckle. 

“Not yet, love. I'm not done with you.” He just dove right back in without mercy, sucking and biting at your already sensitive clit which shot electricity up your body. You scream as you muffle your mouth with your own palm, your fingers tightening on his hair.

It was too much for your body to bear as your thighs squeezed his head, trying to close but he just moaned at the pleasure and pulled your thighs apart swiftly, sucking you dry from the inside. 

Just when you thought you were about to come again, he pulled back, staring at you with a smirk. Your eyes fly open and stare down at him in shock of being denied. “Hee—what—” 

“You don't get to come until I command you, baby.” 

He dove right back in before you could even process what he ordered. Your eyes flutter shut but his intense stare on you from below forced them open as you maintain eye contact while getting tongue fucked by your husband. 

He took his right hand off your waist and brought them down, focusing his tongue on your clit as he shoved two fingers inside you, forcing you open harshly. You yelp in pain and throw your head back, his fingers working overtime to loosen you. 

You felt him groan in your pussy as your gummy walls clench around his digits harshly, trying to suck more in even though it couldn't take it. 

“Bad girl.. look at you.” He smirked and continued to piston his fingers in your cunt while you were going crazy on the seat, a tight knot building in your stomach again. Heeseung immediately understood but this time didn't stop. Wanting to be merciful because at the end of the day, you had to forgive him.

“Fuck, i feel you clenching around me, baby. Fuc—keep doing it—” He gasped and forced a third finger in, earning a loud scream of his name from your sweet lips. “Come for me, honey.” 

Your body reacted before your mind did, squirting all over his face as you yelp and moan in your palm, your eyes rolling to the back of your mind at the intensity of your orgasm. He did take you to heaven. Heeseung lapped up everything like a thirsty dog and finally stood up after making you explode on his tongue. 

“No more—hee! stop—ugh!” You try to finally push his head back because you knew he wouldn't get back on his own, too drunk on your pussy. 

“Alright, alright, darling..” He chuckled from below, looking up at you before wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. You looked down to see him looking up at you with love in his eyes. Pure love and adoration. “Don't look at me like that.. I look like a mess.” You groan and cover your face, wiping your face gently to make sure your mascara doesn't smudge. 

“My mess.. You look very pretty, baby.” He gently took your legs off his shoulder and awkwardly got up in the car, carefully sitting in the seat so he wouldn't bump his head on the roof of the car. You weakly fix your dress, feeling your orgasm leak onto the leather seat. 

“You made a mess, sweetie.. I'll have to get this car deep cleaned.” You just smack his head weakly as he pulled you on his lap, caressing your waist while you place your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.

“Has my beautiful wife forgiven me now?” 

“...” 

“Baby?” 

Heeseung looked down at you to see you already passed out on his shoulders. Smiling gently, he simply placed his head on yours and closed his eyes, letting you sleep for a while on his lap before he drives the both of you back home. 

Oh, how he loves you.

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Your fingers trembled as you dialed his number. You expected it to go to voicemail. You expected him to have blocked you. But when he picked up on the third ring, his voice was a low, gravelly rasp that sent a shiver straight to your core.

"What the fuck do you want, (y/n)?"

The roughness in his tone didn't deter you; it ignited something. "I miss you," you whispered, your voice thick and slurred. "I fucking miss you so much it hurts."

There was a long pause, the sound of his heavy breathing filling the line. "You're drunk," he stated, but there was a tremor of desire in his voice that betrayed him.

"Come over," you challenged, a sudden spark of desperation hitting you. "Or are you too scared?"

The line went dead. You slumped against your wall, wondering if you'd just pushed him too far, until forty minutes later, the lock on your front door clicked open. Heeseung stormed in, looking like a storm cloud in a black t-shirt and jeans, his eyes dark and turbulent. He didn't say a word as he slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing through the hallway.

He marched toward you, his presence overwhelming. Before you could even breathe, he had you pinned against the wall, his hands gripping your wrists and slamming them above your head.

"You think you can just call me and demand I come here?" he growled, his face inches from yours. His breath smelled of mint and something sharp, his eyes scanning your flushed face with a mixture of anger and longing.

"I didn't demand," you gasped, your chest heaving against his. "I asked."

"You're a brat," he hissed. He didn't kiss you gently. He crashed his lips against yours in a bruising, desperate collision. It wasn't a reunion; it was a war. He bit your lower lip hard enough to make you moan, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to claim every inch of you.

He released your wrists only to grab your thighs, hoisting you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your skirt riding up to your hips. He groaned into your throat, his teeth grazing your skin, leaving marks that would surely be purple by morning.

"I hated you for calling me," he muttered against your skin, his voice vibrating through your chest. "I've spent every night trying to forget how you taste."

He carried you to the bedroom, not bothering to be careful. He dropped you onto the mattress and stripped his shirt off in one fluid motion, revealing the lean, hard muscles of his chest and stomach. You reached for him, but he stepped back, his eyes narrowing.

"Not yet," he commanded.

He stripped you with a rough efficiency, ripping your lace panties aside rather than sliding them off. He didn't use lubricant; he didn't use patience. He knelt between your legs, his large hands gripping your hips and bruising the skin as he pulled you to the edge of the bed.

He entered you in one heavy, punishing thrust. You screamed, the sudden fullness stretching you wide, a mixture of pain and overwhelming pleasure crashing over you. He didn't slow down. He began to fuck you with a rhythmic, violent intensity, his cock slamming into your pussy with a wet, slapping sound that filled the room.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his voice a guttural command. He reached down, his thumb grinding hard against your clit while he continued to drive deep into you. "Tell me you're still mine, (y/n)."

"I'm yours!" you sobbed, your head tossing back against the pillows. "I've always been yours, Heeseung! Please, don't stop!"

The roughness peaked as he flipped you over, forcing you onto your hands and knees. He gripped your hair, pulling your head back so he could whisper in your ear while he hammered into you from behind. Every thrust hit your cervix, sending jolts of electricity through your spine. He was relentless, his body a machine of heat and friction, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

Just as you felt your walls begin to tighten, Heeseung let out a low, animalistic growl. He lunged forward, burying himself as deep as possible, and came with a force that made your entire body shudder. You followed immediately after, your orgasm ripping through you in violent waves, your pussy clamping tight around him as you both collapsed into a heap of tangled limbs and sweat.

As the adrenaline faded, the atmosphere shifted. The anger that had fueled the sex evaporated, leaving behind a raw, aching vulnerability. Heeseung didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he rolled over, pulling you tightly against his chest.

The roughness was gone. His touch became tentative, almost reverent. He began to kiss the crown of your head, his lips soft and lingering.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm so sorry for how I acted."

He shifted, gently lifting you to carry you into the bathroom. He didn't let you walk. He sat you on the counter and took a warm washcloth, carefully cleaning the remnants of their passion from your skin. He was meticulous, his movements slow and tender, ensuring you were comfortable.

Once you were clean and dressed in one of his oversized shirts, he led you back to the bed. He tucked the duvet around you, then climbed in beside you, pulling you into the crook of his arm. He spent the next hour just holding you, rubbing slow circles into your back, whispering apologies and admissions of how much he had suffered in the silence.

"I can't do this anymore," he murmured, kissing your temple. "I can't be without you. I don't care who was right or who was wrong. I just want you back."

You looked up at him, your eyes misty. "I don't want to be without you either."

He leaned down, kissing you—not with the violence of before, but with a sweetness that brought tears to your eyes. It was a promise, a reconciliation sealed in the quiet of the midnight hour.

"We'll fix it," he promised, tightening his grip on you. "I'm not letting you go again."

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it starts long before he ever lays a hand on you. it starts in the quiet moments where you are just watching him, feeling this terrifying ache in your chest because you realize you would let him completely ruin your life if he asked.

loving heeseung isn’t exactly gentle. it is a sickness, a suffocating obsession that swallowed you whole months ago until there was nothing left of you that didn't belong to him. you track the line of his jaw, the slow rise and fall of his chest when he sleeps, the exact tone of his voice when he calls you baby. every single detail feels like a weight pressing down on your lungs.

you don't just love him. you crave him with a desperation that makes you sick to your stomach. you want to pull him under your skin, to fuse your bones with his so there is no physical space left between you. it is terrifying how much power he has over you without even trying.

and heeseung knows it.

he sees the way your eyes track his every move, the way your breath hitches when he steps into your personal space, the way you practically vibrate with the need to be touched by him. he doesn't pull away from it — he feeds on it. he loves how utterly undone you are for him, how easily he can bring you to the edge with just a heavy glance or a lingering touch. he holds your entire world in his hands and squeezes just tight enough to make you ache, knowing you will only cling to him harder for it.

it is toxic in the sweetest, most inescapable way possible. you are so consumed by the sheer magnitude of what you feel that even when things are peaceful — when his arms are wrapped around your waist and his face is buried in your neck — you are on the verge of breaking. the love is simply too big, too heavy for your body to hold.

and that emotional weight — that sickening devotion — is exactly what bleeds into the way he takes you.

sex between you two was never just physical. it is always a total undoing. a desperate collision where neither of you can ever get deep enough, close enough, or fast enough to satisfy the hunger.

heeseung has learned every single trigger in your body, but more than that, he knows your mind. he knows that the second his hands press into your waist and his weight settles over you, the dam breaks. you cry almost every single time — not from sadness or pain, but because your body literally cannot contain the sheer volume of what you feel when he is touching you. the moment he looks into your eyes, dark and entirely focused on you, the first tear always spills over.

and heeseung is completely addicted to it.

he doesn't pull back when you cry, he thrives on it. the sight of your face flushed, wet with tears, whimpering just because he is loving you, turns him into something ravenous. he treats your tears like proof of your complete surrender. he will pause mid-thrust just to catch a wet trail down your cheek with his tongue, tasting the salt on your skin, whispering sweet, possessive things against your lips.

"look at what i do to you." he would murmur, his voice low and dark, drinking in the sound of your hitched breaths. "you’re so beautiful when you weep for me, y/n."

it is passionate to the point of being suffocating. every kiss feels like he is trying to steal the air straight out of your lungs, every roll of his hips a quiet demand for you to sink deeper into him. he takes his time pulling the tears out of you, worshipping the mess you become until you are sobbing his name into his neck, completely unravelled by his touch.

and tonight is no different.

the air in the bedroom feels thick, almost oppressive, heavy with the unsaid weight of everything you are keeping inside. the only light comes from the faint orange glow filtering through the blinds, casting dark shadows across the mattress where heeseung sits.

he is leaning back against the headboard, just looking at you. he hasn't even touched you yet, but his dark gaze is anchored to your face, tracking the slight tremble in your hands as you sit across from him on the bed.

you feel that familiar tug in your chest — the sickeningly sweet urge to crawl over and beg for his hands on you. your throat feels tight, eyes already burning with unshed tears just from the sheer force of him looking at you like you are the only thing that exists in his world.

he tilts his head, a knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he notices the faint sheen of wetness in your eyes before a single touch has even been exchanged.

"come here, y/n." he whispers, his voice low and raspy in the quiet room, extending a long-fingered hand toward you. "aw baby… are you already crying for me?"

you don't even hesitate. you crawl across the mattress on your hands and knees, your legs trembling so badly you almost lose your balance. the moment you reach him, heeseung’s long fingers wind around your wrist, tugging you gently up into his lap. you sink into him, burying your face in the crook of his neck, a quiet sob hitching in your throat before he has even slid a hand under your shirt.

"shhh, look at me." he murmurs, his hands warm against your waist as he tilts your chin up. his thumb strokes across your cheek, smearing the fresh tear line. "look at my girl. why are you crying, hmm? i haven't even touched you yet."

"heeseung..." you whimper, your brain completely misfiring. the way he looks at you — so heavy, so focused — makes every coherent thought melt right out of your head. you can't even remember what you wanted to say. all you know is his hands, his scent, his eyes.

"use your words, baby." he coaxes softly, his voice dripping with affection. he presses a melting kiss to the corner of your eye, tasting the salt on your lashes. "tell me what you want."

"i- i don't... i just need you." you stammer out, your voice small and ruined. your hands clutch uselessly at his shoulders, fingers knotting into the fabric of his shirt. "heeseung, please..."

he chuckles, a low rumble against your chest that makes you shiver. "you don't even know what you want? your brain is already turning to mush just looking at me, mmh?"

you nod frantically, resting your forehead against his jaw. "yes... yes, please, heeseung..."

"such a helpless mess for me." he whispers, kissing your cheek, your nose, the corner of your mouth. "i love when you get like this. so soft. so completely out of it."

he moves slowly, excruciatingly so. his hands trace the curve of your sides, pulling you closer until there isn't a single millimeter of air between your bodies. he captures your lips in a kiss that feels too deep — slow and lazy, stealing what little breath you have left.

every stroke of his tongue against yours makes your mind blur even further. you are practically melting in his lap, reduced to nothing but whines and pathetic little noises.

"heeseung, i love you... i love you so much." you sob against his lips, another wave of tears spilling down your cheeks.

"i know, baby." he mutters, pulling back just enough to look at your wrecked face. his eyes burn with a satisfied light as he traces your trembling lower lip with his thumb. "i know you do. you're so full of it, it's making you stupid, isn't it? you can't even think about anything else."

"no..." you whimper, shaking your head, your hands weakly squeezing his arms. "can't think..."

"good." he hums, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your face. "don't think. just feel me, y/n. just let me fill up your head until there's nothing else left."

he gently shifts you, guiding you back onto the mattress. he settles his weight over you, slow and deliberate, resting his body against yours with a grounding pressure. his hands bracket your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he gazes down at you with that suffocating intensity.

"look at me." he commands softly. you force your tear-blurred eyes open to meet his. "you're mine, right?" he asks, his thumb softly tracing your jawline down to your throat. "tell me who you belong to."

"you." you gasp out, a fresh sob bubbling up from your chest because of how much it hurts to love him this much. "you, heeseung... only you..."

"that's it." he whispers, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your trembling lips. "that's my sweet girl. so empty, so pretty crying for me..."

he doesn't hurry to take off his clothes. instead, his long fingers slip under the hem of your shorts, sliding slowly up your inner thigh. the touch makes you shudder so hard your hips lift off the bed automatically, a soft gasp hitching in your throat.

"shhh, stay still for me." he murmurs, his thumb catching a slow tear that spills over your lash line. he brings his thumb to his lips, licking the wet salt off his skin right in front of you.

"heeseung..." you whimper, shaking your head against the pillow. your brain feels like thick syrup, completely bogged down by the heat in his eyes.

"tell me what's happening in that pretty little head." he coaxes, his hand finally reaching the soaked cotton of your underwear. he doesn't pull them down yet, he just presses his palm flat against your core, rubbing in slow circles over your wet fabric. "can you even hold a thought right now, baby?"

"no..." you sob, a high noise escaping your lips as the pressure makes your thighs twitch. "can't..."

"such a stupid girl for me." he praises condescendingly, a fond smirk pulling at his lips. "you get so dumb the second i touch you."

he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down your legs along with your underwear, leaving you completely exposed under his hungry gaze. you try to bring your knees together out of reflex, but his broad hand immediately catches the inside of your thigh, pressing it firmly back down against the mattress.

"don't hide from me." he instructs softly, his voice leaving no room for argument. "i want to see how wet you get just crying for me."

his fingers slide down into your warmth, slicking two fingers in your wetness before sliding them agonizingly slow inside you. you arch off the bed instantly, a loud sob tearing from your throat as your hands frantically claw at his arms.

"oh, wow..." he hums, watching your face twist in overwhelmed pleasure. he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sensitive spot until your vision goes completely blurry with tears. "you’re soaking wet just from loving me so much."

he leans down, taking his time to tongue away the heavy tears running down your jawline and neck while his hand keeps a relentless rhythm inside you. every curl of his fingers pulls another pathetic whine out of you, your body trembling so hard your muscles feel like liquid.

"heeseung- please, it's too much-" you cry out, hands weakly pulling at his shoulders.

"too much?" he hums against your wet cheek, sounding thoroughly amused. "we haven't even started, baby. you can't handle anything, can you?"

he slides his fingers out, leaving you cold and aching for a split second, before he shifts down between your thighs. you gasp, trying to lift your head, but he places a broad hand on your stomach, holding you firmly in place as he leans down and buries his face between your legs.

the first sweep of his warm tongue against your clit makes you scream softly, your legs locking up as shockwaves rush straight up your spine. he licks you slowly, lapping up your slick like you are something sweet he has been dying to taste all day.

"heeseung! no, heeseung- oh god-" you sob, thrashing weakly under his weight, but his hand on your stomach keeps you completely pinned.

he pulls back just for a second, his mouth slick and shining in the dim light. "shhh... quiet down, baby. let me taste how much you love me. open up for me."

he goes back in, his tongue working over your clit in long strokes while he slides two fingers back inside you, pumping them in a rhythm that drives you straight off the deep end. it is too much sensation — the heat of his mouth, the stretch of his fingers, the overwhelming weight of loving him so fiercely that it feels like your heart is bursting. tears pour endlessly down your face, soaking into the pillow under your head.

your brain completely shuts down. there are no words left, no thoughts, just the blinding white heat of overstimulation threatening to snap your nervous system in half. every stroke of his tongue pulls another sob, another desperate plea from your lips that you don't even realize you are making.

"that's it." he mumbles against your folds, his voice muffled and deep. "get all ruined for me."

he works you until you are whimpering softly, your hips helplessly bucking against his mouth, entirely overwhelmed and clinging to the edge of an unbearable peak. just as your body starts to coil tight enough to break, he slowly pulls his fingers out and drags his tongue up your center one last time before sliding back up your body.

he hovers over you, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark and entirely satisfied as he looks down at your wrecked face. you are practically hyperventilating, your chest heaving, tears streaming down into your ears.

"look at my pretty girl." he whispers, petting your damp hair back from your forehead. "fuck baby… i’m getting so hard from watching you cry."

"heeseung..." you sob weakly, reaching up with trembling hands to touch his face, your mind completely turned to mush. "please... please fill me up... i need you..."

"i know you do." he hums, kissing your crying lips, letting you taste yourself on his mouth. "i'm going to take such good care of my sweet girl."

he shifts between your knees, and for all his mocking composure earlier, his hands are shaking against your thighs. he is just as ruined by this as you are — completely undone by the sight of your wrecked face, the wet sheen on your skin, and the bottomless depth of how much you worship him. his chest heaves against yours, his dark eyes wide and unhinged, burning with a desperation that matches the fever in your own blood.

"y/n..." he breathes out, a desperate rasp that vibrates straight into your chest. "look at what you’re doing to me."

he lines his tip up against your swollen entrance. he doesn't just push in, he sinks into you with excruciating slowness, his throat catching on a ragged groan as your body stretches around him. you arch your back, a strangled sob tearing through your lips because your nervous system is already so completely fried, so overstimulated from his tongue and fingers, that the sudden fullness of him feels almost unbearable.

"heeseung-" you choke out, fresh tears spilling out in hot streams. "heeseung, please, it hurts- i love you so much-"

"i love you too, baby." he stammers against your lips, kissing you with a frantic sweet intensity, drinking down your sobs like a dying man. his long fingers tangle into your hair, holding your head still as he slow rolls his hips, pushing all the way inside until there isn't a single breath of space left between you. "it hurts me too. it fucking kills me how much i love you."

he pauses deep inside you, buried to the hilt, just trembling against your body. his face drops into the crook of your neck, his mouth hot and wet against your skin as he keeps licking up every stray tear that trickles down your jawline. he is addicted to the salt, addicted to the sound of your whimpers, completely intoxicated by how easily he can turn your brain into complete white noise.

"you're so soft." he murmurs, his tone shifting into that condescending purr even while his own voice shakes with need. "such a stupid girl for me... look at how your mind just completely shuts off the second i put myself inside you. can you give me one single thought?"

"no... can't..." you whimper, clutching at the broad line of his back, your fingers digging into his warm skin like you are trying to anchor yourself in a storm. "just... just you..."

"mmh." he whispers, a dark smile pressing against your skin as he begins a slow, deep rhythm. every push is languid, thick, and heavy, making your hips twitch helplessly beneath him. "nothing in that pretty little head except me."

he pulls almost all the way out, letting you feel the cold void of his absence for a fleeting second, before sinking back in.

"heeseung, please- i'm dying, please-"

"you're not dying, sweet girl." he hums, his tone dripping with patronizing affection as his thumb reaches up to gently trace your wet lower lip. "you're just drowning in how much you love me."

he leans up, pinning your wrists to the mattress beside your head, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. his face is flushed, his dark eyes locked onto yours with a terrifyingly sharp devotion. he is breathing so heavily his chest slams against yours with every thrust, matching your frantic heartbeat.

"i need you to look at me while you cry." he commands, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and dark. "let me watch you fall apart. let me see how stupid i make you."

you force your tear-stained eyes open, your vision blurred and swimming with salt, but all you can see is him. heeseung. the center of your universe, the sickness swallowing you whole. a fresh sob bubbles up, racking your whole frame as he rolls his hips deep into that sensitive spot inside you.

"that's my girl." he groans, his own composure snapping just a little more as he sees the raw devotion in your eyes. "cry harder for me, y/n. show me how completely i've ruined you."

but even through the hazy fog of your overstimulated brain, you can feel the rigid tension vibrating through his entire frame. you can feel the way his thighs are locked, the way the muscles in his arms are straining against the mattress to keep from crushing you. he is holding back. even with his eyes looking so unhinged, so violently consumed by you, he is gripping your wrists to anchor himself, forcing his hips to maintain that torturously measured rhythm because he thinks you will break.

you look up at him through the heavy blur of tears, your chest heaving so violently it hurts. you don't want his restraint. you don't want him to be careful with you when your whole soul is screaming to be completely consumed by him.

"heeseung..." you choke out, your voice cracking on a pathetic sob. you twist your wrists in his grip, wanting him to feel how desperately you are chasing his touch. "don't... don't hold back. please. you can be rough... ruin me, heeseung. please."

he freezes for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching so sharply it sounds like a gasp. his dark eyes lock onto yours, wide and completely feral, his jaw clenching so hard the muscle feathers under his skin.

"rough?" he rasps out, his voice dropping into something terrifyingly dark, completely stripped of that gentle warmth. "baby, you're already crying like a fucking baby just from me moving slow."

"i don't care." you sob, your hips lifting off the bed in an uncoordinated tilt, begging for the fullness of him. "please... go harder... i want it. love me harder."

that is the final thread of his control snapping.

heeseung lets go of your wrists, his broad hands immediately flying down to your waist, his fingers digging so deep into your skin that it hurts. he drags his hips all the way back, pulling nearly completely out of your soaking warmth, before slamming back into you with punishing force.

a loud scream tears from your throat, completely muffled as heeseung drops his mouth onto yours, devouring the sound in a messy kiss. the pace snaps instantly. the agonizingly slow rolls are gone, replaced by a frantic rhythm that rattles right through your bones.

he drives into you hard and fast, his chest slamming against yours with a bruising weight. every single thrust forces a breathless sob from your chest, tears flooding out of your eyes so quickly they soak your entire face.

"fuck, y/n... look at you." he growls against your skin, his voice rough and breathless as he pulls back. his hair is completely messy, falling into his eyes, sweat dripping from his jaw onto your flushed chest. his composure is totally gone, replaced by a feral desperation. "you wanted this? you wanted me to fucking ruin you? look at how you're choking on it."

he hits you deep, hitting that breathless spot again and again until you are hyperventilating beneath him. his words get meaner, rougher, but the sheer passion in his voice is suffocating.

"you're so fucking tight. it’s ridiculous how good you feel." he pants, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs, pinning them wide against his hips as he rams into you without an ounce of mercy. "stretching you out so fucking deep... i'm going to make you lose your mind, y/n. you're mine. you don't belong to anyone else."

"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please-" you wail, your head shaking frantically against the pillow, your vision completely drowning in salt.

"i fucking love you." he snaps out, the words torn straight from his chest as he buries himself into you, making your whole body shudder. "i love you so much it makes me crazy, y/n. it fucking ruins me. tell me you love me too. sob it out for me, baby. let me hear how much you need me."

"i love you- i love you so much, heeseung, oh my god-" you scream out, your hands clawing blindly at his wet shoulders, completely overstimulated. the friction is blinding, your nervous system completely shorting out under the sheer speed and force of him. you can't think, you can't breathe, you are nothing but a shaking extension of his brutal rhythm.

"such a good little mess for me." he groans, a dark praise slipping from his lips as his rhythm gets even faster, meaner, pushing you straight over the edge. "cry harder for me, y/n. let me fuck you until you can't even remember your own name."

the words are barely out of his mouth before the final shift happens.

heeseung hitches your legs up high, pinning your knees almost to your chest to expose you completely, destroying any remaining distance between your bodies. the angle lets him drive in even deeper, bottoming out against you with an unrelenting speed that makes the bed creak violently against the wall. you are completely helpless under him, your hips forced to take every single bruising thrust.

"heeseung- i'm- i'm going to-" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets as the white-hot tension inside you coils tight enough to snap.

"come for me, baby." he growls, his voice an unhinged command right against your ear. his breath is scorching hot, his chest soaking wet with sweat as it slams relentlessly into yours. "break for me. let me feel how much you fucking love me."

with one more brutal strike, your body completely gives out. the orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, violent and blinding. your internal muscles clamp down around his cock in tight waves, and a high-pitched sob tears from your throat. you weep hysterically, the sheer physical and emotional overload fracturing what little sanity you had left. your vision goes totally black, tears pouring down your temples and soaking into the mattress as you shake uncontrollably.

but heeseung doesn't stop.

he groans out loud, his eyes widening in feral pleasure as your body squeezes him. instead of slowing down to let you breathe, he locks his jaw and drives right through your climax, his rhythm getting even meaner.

"heeseung, please! stop- i came! it's too much-" you wail, thrashing your head from side to side, your voice entirely ruined. your nerve endings are raw, and every single hard thrust against your hyper-sensitive core feels like an electric shock straight to your brain. it's pure overstimulation, a sensation so intense it makes your stomach flip.

"i can't, y/n, fuck... i can't stop." he pants, his voice desperate, entirely swallowed by his own unhinged obsession. he grips your waist so tight his knuckles turn white, forcing himself deep inside your spasming warmth over and over again. "you feel too fucking good. i know you can give me one more, baby."

he leans down, pressing his face into the wet mess of your neck, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs. heeseung is completely unraveled, his own release chasing him down, driven insane by the way you are weeping beneath him.

"i love you." he chokes out, the words sounding almost like a confession of pain, raw with a devotion that borders on terrifying. "i love you so much, y/n. look at what you do to me. i'm going to fill you up so deep you'll never forget how much you belong to me."

"please- heeseung-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the pleasure, your brain turned useless as he continues to wreck your overstimulated body. you can't form a thought, you can't even process the physical sensation anymore — all you know is the suffocating weight of his body, the brutal rhythm of his hips, and the absolute certainty that you would let him ruin you like this forever.

every trace of his usual control is officially gone, melted away by the sound of your hysterical sobbing and the tight pulsing of your walls around him. he lets out a loud moan against your neck, a sound so raw and uninhibited it makes your stomach drop. he is not just taking you anymore, he is drowning in you, driving himself into your sensitive core with a blind desperation. he hitches your thighs up high, draping your trembling legs over his broad shoulders so your hips are tilted back at an agonizing angle, exposing the slick heat of your core completely to his dark gaze.

he plunges back in, a devastating stroke that bottoms out so deep you can feel the blunt stretch of him in your gut. the sound of wet skin clapping against skin is loud and frantic, keeping perfect time with the violent rattle of the headboard against the wall.

"fuck... ah, y/n..." he moans out, the sound deep and completely uninhibited, escaping his throat in rough gasps as he drives into you again. his thighs are shuddering against yours, his entire body throwing its weight into a punishing pace. "you're so fucking tight... god, it's so hot inside you."

"heeseung- ah! heeseung, please!" you scream out, your voice completely shattered, your fingers clawing weakly at the damp bedsheets. the relentless friction of his pelvis grinding hard against your swollen clit with every deep plunge sends blinding white sparks behind your eyelids. you try to arch away, just to catch your breath, but heeseung’s broad hands clamp down onto your waist like iron vices, pinning you to the mattress.

"don't move away from me." he growls, his voice a raw command right against your ear. "take all of it. you asked for this, didn't you? tell me you wanted me to fuck you this hard."

"yes- yes, please, heeseung, i love you- oh god, i love you so much." you sob hysterically. the sheer physical and emotional overload is too much, your tears completely soaking your face, tracking down your neck and pooling onto the sheets.

"i fucking know, baby." he stammers against your skin, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly deep passion. he leans up, his face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes totally blown out with lust as he looks down at your wrecked face. "it drives me crazy how much you love me. it makes me want to completely tear you apart."

he drives inside you even faster, hitting that breathless spot until your internal walls clamp down around him, forcing a second orgasm to rip through your core. a broken wail tears from your throat, your whole body shaking uncontrollably.

but heeseung just lets out a loud groan, his jaw clenching so hard the veins in his neck bulge. your climax only makes him wilder once more, he refuses to slow down, driving right through your release with short thrusts that completely short-circuit your brain.

"heeseung, stop- i'm coming again! it's too much-" you whimper, completely dumbfounded by the sheer overstimulation.

"but you feel too fucking good." he groans out loudly, a dark chuckle hitching in his chest despite how completely unraveled he is. he grinds his pelvis hard against yours, rubbing relentlessly against every raw nerve until you are wailing. "squeeze me, baby. keep squeezing me just like that while you cry for me."

he leans down again, his mouth open as he devours your frantic sobs, tasting your salt and sweat.

"so helpless... crying so hard because you can't handle how much i love you. tell me who you belong to, y/n. tell me whose name is stuck in your head."

"yours... always yours... heeseung, please, i'm yours-"

"god, yes... ah... god, y/n... yes..." he roars out loudly, his voice completely breaking as his entire body goes rigid.

he cocks his hips forward one last time, burying his length to the absolute hilt with a bruising force that leaves you entirely breathless. a long groan escapes his lips as he releases inside you, his thighs twitching violently as he spills his hot cum deep into your pulsing core, holding you pinned beneath him until you are both nothing but a tangled mess.

he stays collapsed on top of you for a long time, his chest rising and falling in ragged gasps against yours. the room is entirely silent except for the sound of your quiet whimpers and the wet friction of his skin against yours as he slowly slips out, leaving you instantly cold and completely empty.

your body is still twitching from the aftershocks, your nerve endings so fried that even the cool air of the bedroom feels like too much on your highly sensitized skin. tears are still leaking steadily from your swollen eyes, catching in the messy strands of hair stuck to your flushed cheeks.

heeseung shifts, rolling onto his side and pulling your trembling body right against his chest. his long fingers are surprisingly gentle now as they sweep the damp hair away from your forehead. he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your blurred vision.

"look at my baby." he whispers, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he uses his thumb to smear a fresh tear across your cheek. his voice has returned to that low purr, full of absolute satisfaction. "still weeping for me. you can't even move."

you just nod weakly against his chest, clutching at his shoulder with fingers that have no strength left. you are completely exhausted, hollowed out by the sheer magnitude of how much you worship him.

"my messy girl." he murmurs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your wet eyelid, tasting the last of your salt. he wraps his arms around you even tighter, burying his face in your hair and anchoring you to him so completely that you can barely breathe. "sleep now, y/n. i’ve got you. you don't need to think about anything else ever again."

INSPIRED BY : MORNING DEW (Donk) - Beyoncé

You stir slowly in the sheets, the summer heat already pressing down like a thick blanket even at 9 AM. Sunghoon’s arm is draped possessively over your waist, his bare chest flush against your back, skin slick with a light sheen of sweat from the night’s exertions and the warm morning air. The AC is on in the corner of the bedroom, doing little to cut through the humidity. Your body aches in the best way ; thighs sore, lips still tingling from countless kisses and rounds that melted into the early hours.

“Baby…” Sunghoon’s voice is low and raspy, still thick with sleep as he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your damp skin. “We have to get up. Brunch with Jake and Jay in an hour.”

You groan softly and press back against him, refusing to open your eyes. “Three more minutes,” you mumble, pulling the thin sheet higher over your bodies even though it’s already too hot. The thought of leaving this cocoon ; his strong arms, the scent of his skin mixed with the remnants of last night ; feels wrong.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours. One large hand slides down your side, gently squeezing your hip as he tries to coax you awake. “Come on, Y/N. You know Jay will text me ten times if we’re late. Again.” His lips brush your shoulder in soft, persuasive kisses, trailing toward your collarbone. When that doesn’t work, he shifts, rolling you onto your back with effortless strength so he can hover over you, messy dark hair falling into his eyes. You finally crack one eye open, squinting against the sunlight filtering through the curtains. Sunghoon looks unfairly good even half-asleep ; flushed cheeks, sharp jaw, and a lazy smirk playing on his lips. However, as your gaze drifts lower, you notice it instantly : the huge bulge of his morning wood straining against the front of his boxers, thick and hard, tenting the fabric right above where his thigh presses between yours.

A slow heat blooms in your stomach. “Hoon…” you murmur, voice still husky, one hand instinctively sliding down his toned abdomen until your fingers graze the waistband of his boxers. “You sure we have to leave right now?”

He groans, forehead dropping to yours, there’s amusement in his eyes along with clear desire. “Don’t tempt me. You’re the one who said yes to brunch yesterday—before I fucked you senseless.” Still, he stays close to you. His hips roll forward just slightly, letting you feel the full, hard length of him against your thigh. “If you don’t get that pretty ass up, I’m carrying you to the shower myself.”

You smile sleepily, fingers teasing along his hardness through the thin material, feeling it twitch under your touch. The ache between your legs returns with interest, but the distant ping of a phone ; probably Jake wondering where you two are ; reminds you both of reality. Sunghoon sighs, kissing you deeply once, slow and lingering, before he forces himself to sit up. The sheet pools around his waist, doing nothing to hide how ready his body still is for you. “Shower. Now. Together. But no funny business or we really will be late.” He stands, offering you his hand with a raised eyebrow, his morning wood proudly on display. “I don’t want to explain to the guys why we look so…tired.”

You reach out quickly and grab his hand before he can fully pull away, your fingers wrapping around his wrist with gentle insistence. Sunghoon pauses, glancing back at you. You look up at him with those pleading eyes ; still heavy with sleep and leftover desire ; and whisper, “Just a kiss, please? Then we’ll get up.”

He stares at you for a beat, clearly fighting an internal battle. His jaw tightens, but the way you’re looking at him, all warm and tempting in the morning, makes his resolve crumble. “You’re being stubborn right now,” he mutters, a fond smile tugging at his lips despite the words. With a defeated sigh, he climbs back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he settles over you again. His body presses you into the sheets, hot skin against hot skin. One of his hands cups your cheek as he leans down, capturing your lips in a unhurried kiss. It starts soft, almost sweet, but quickly turns hungry, with tongues sliding together, breaths mingling in the already stifling room. You melt beneath him, fingers threading through his messy hair.

Without breaking the kiss, Sunghoon’s hand slides down your body with ease. He grips the back of your thigh, lifting it and hooking it around his waist, pulling you flush against him. At the same time, his other hand tugs your underwear down your legs in a single move, then quickly shoves his own boxers lower, freeing his throbbing cock. It’s muscle memory at this point, how many times had he done exactly this in the middle of the night?

The thick head of his cock brushes against your bare heat as he rocks his hips forward, teasing your entrance while he kisses you harder, swallowing your soft moan. Sweat beads along his spine from the summer heat, but neither of you cares. “One kiss,” he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with need, “and now look what you’ve done…”

You smile into the next kiss, rolling your hips up to meet him, encouraging him closer as your thigh tightens around his waist. The brunch with Jake and Jay is quickly becoming a distant afterthought. You feel him pause right there, his body tense above yours, cock heavy and hot over your inner thigh. Sunghoon pulls back just enough to look down at you, that signature smirk curling his lips as his eyes gleam with mischief and lust. “What are we even going to tell the guys when we show up late?” he asks, voice low and teasing, one eyebrow raised. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thigh, still hooked firmly around his waist.

You can’t help but chuckle, the sound breathy and light in the heated air between you. “Not my problem,” you reply with a playful shrug, your fingers tracing lazy patterns down his sweat-slicked back. He lets out a quiet laugh that turns into a groan as he shifts his hips. He reaches down between your bodies, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, and slowly rubs the swollen head up and down your slick entrance. The pressure makes your breath hitch every time he nudges against your clit, coating himself in your arousal.

“Fuck…I don’t want to think about it right now,” he murmurs lowly against your lips, his voice rough and needy. He keeps rubbing, slow and sluggish, pressing just barely inside before pulling back again, drawing it out until you’re squirming beneath him. The summer heat makes everything feel more intense ; skin sticking, breaths short, the room filled with nothing but the sounds of your shared breathing and the faint creak of the bed.

His forehead rests against yours, eyes half-opened as he watches your reaction to every stroke. “What’s with you being this wet already?" He teases softly. You whimper as he keeps teasing you mercilessly. He pushes the thick head of his cock inside you, stretching you open just enough to make your walls flutter around him, then pulls out with a wet pop. He does it again and again ; slow, shallow dips that leave you aching for more, your hips chasing him every time he withdraws.

“Fuck, Hoon…” you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders.

He finally gives in with a low groan. In one smooth thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, filling you completely. Your back arches off the bed as he starts thrusting ; deep, steady strokes that make the headboard tap softly against the wall. The heat in the room only intensifies everything : skin slapping skin, sweat making your bodies glide together, your thigh still hooked tightly around his waist.

Just as the rhythm starts building, his phone begins ringing loudly on the nightstand. Sunghoon curses under his breath but doesn’t stop right away, thrusting a few more times before he reluctantly slows. He pulls out of you with a slick sound, shifting down the bed in one move. As you were about to protest, his broad shoulders push your thighs apart and his mouth is on you. His tongue drags hot and flat through your folds, licking up your wetness before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking gently. You moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair as he eats you out with hungry, practiced strokes.

The phone keeps ringing. On what must be the final ring, he reaches over, grabs it, and answers without pulling his mouth off you. “Yeah?” he says, voice muffled and graveled. He flicks his tongue faster against your clit, two fingers sliding into you and curling perfectly as he speaks.

You hear Jake’s voice faintly through the speaker, firing off a ton of questions—where are you guys, why aren’t you there yet, did you oversleep again?

He lifts his head just enough to speak clearly, lips and chin shiny with your arousal. “I’m eating breakfast right now,” he replies casually, then dives back down, sucking on your clit while his fingers pump in and out of you steadily.

Jake laughs on the other end. “Dude, we’re literally about to have brunch. Why are you eating already?”

Sunghoon chuckles against your pussy, the vibration making you bite your lip to stifle a moan. “I was really hungry while getting ready,” he answers smoothly, voice low and slightly breathless. His tongue circles your clit faster as he adds, “Give us like…twenty minutes. We’ll be there.”

He hangs up without waiting for more protests, tossing the phone aside and focusing entirely on you again. His mouth works you harder, fingers curling deep as he looks up at you with hungry eyes.

“Better come quick, baby,” he murmurs against your soaked folds, smirking. “We’ve got brunch plans.”