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jake pulled out until only the head remained, reaching out and slapping the recent exam paper onto the table in front of you.

"read it," his hips slammed forward again, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. "every wrong answer, the harder i'll fuck you."

you tried to focus. voice shaky as you read the first question, trying to remember the correct answer. but each thrust only scrambled your thoughts.

jake's fingers found your clit, rubbing lazy circles while he pounded into you as if he had all the time in the world. "continue."

you could only answer with a broken moan, face stained with tears. you desperately pushed back against his cock, chasing your orgasm that was slowly building. jake kept a relentlessly pace, loving the way you clenched around him, knowing he could deny you the release at any time.

a knock sounded at the door.

“excuse me? is anyone using this room?” a man asked from the hallway. you could see his silhouette through the frosted glass leaning closer, trying to peer into the room.

jake didn't slow down. if anything, his pace sharpened, thrust growing rougher. "answer him," he ordered, voice low.

"or do you want him to see you bent over the desk, getting fucked like a whore?"

when nobody responded, the man reached for the door, attempting to twist the doorknob.

“y-yes… someone's— here,” you quickly managed, voice cracking. you watched the door, waiting for the man to leave, eyes blurry from how hard jake was fucking you.

the man hesitated. “oh—im sorry,” he quickly apologized, his footsteps soon fading away from the room.

jake chuckled, pressing his chest against your back. he grabbed your wrist, pinning you to the desk as he rolled his hips, burying himself deeper at the hilt.

"good girl. we're gonna stay like this until you get every answer right, baby," he didn’t plan on stopping—not until you were a shaking, dripping mess from his cum with his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.

you weren’t thinking about anything anymore—no worries, no words, just the raw, primal need for more.

your jaw slackened, and a thin string of drool escaped the corner of your mouth, wetting the pillowcase as your eyes glazed over in a state of pure, erotic stupor.

“look at you, angel,” he groaned, his breath hot on your neck. “totally gone. just a dumb, dripping mess for me. you don’t need to think, sweetheart. just feel how deep i am.”

desperate for more contact, you reached back, grabbing his muscular arm and pulling it forward, guiding it around your neck to lock you in a tight headlock. the pressure against your throat only heightened the arousal, making your head swim.

the moment your arm locked his in place, nicholas reacted with a surge of aggression. he gripped your waist tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, and began to fuck you with a renewed intensity.

he hammered into you, each thrust faster and harder than the last, the sound of his pelvis slapping against your ass echoing through the room.

you were completely undone, your face pressed against his bulging bicep. as he drove deep, your head lolled, and you began to drool directly onto his skin, the moisture slicking his arm. you couldn’t form full sentences, your brain turned to mush by the sheer pleasure of the friction.

“nicho… oh god—weno…” you moaned, your voice broken and breathless. you leaned into the headlock, whispering frantically against his skin, “it’s so good… so deep… please, please, just keep fucking me…”

he let out a guttural growl, his pace becoming frantic. he was drilling into you now, hitting that sweet spot with every single plunge, driving you further and further into a mindless haze of pleasure.

you were nothing but a shaking, drooling mess beneath him, completely conquered by the depth of his cock and the weight of his praise.

nicholas’ breathing had turned into a ragged, animalistic snarls, his entire body trembling with the effort of the friction. he felt your walls clamping down on him, milking him with every desperate twitch of your muscles.

he let out a loud, guttural roar, his hips locking forward one last time, burying his cock as deep as it could possibly go, pinning you flat against the bed.

the sensation was explosive. you felt the hot, thick jets of his cum erupting deep inside you, pulsing against your cervix in heavy waves. the sheer volume of his load filled you up, the warmth spreading through your womb, making you cry out in a high, broken wail.

you were shaking, your brain completely fried, your eyes rolled back as the orgasm ripped through you, leaving you twitching and mindless.

but as the initial peak subsided, the hunger didn’t leave. you were still in that drooling, vacant state, your mind replaced by a primal, aching void that only he could fill. even as he started to soften slightly, you gripped his arm tighter, pulling his bicep back against your cheek, your voice a needy, incoherent whimper.

“more… please, weno… don’t stop… fuck me more,” you sobbed, your hips grinding back against him, begging for the friction to return.

nicholas groaned, the sound vibrating through your spine. he was still half-hard, his cock swimming in the slick mixture of your juices and his own seed. he didn’t pull out, gripping your hips again, his fingers bruising your skin, and began to slide back into motion.

the sound was wet and squelching, the excess cum acting as a lubricant as he started to drive into you again, slower at first, then building back up to a punishing pace.

“you’re such a greedy angel, aren’t you,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “i just filled you to the brim, and you still want more? you just want to be my little breeding sow, don’t you?”

the word breeding snapped something inside you. you let out a whimpering moan, your head lolling as you drooled onto his arm again, your voice a desperate, breathless whisper.

“yes.. please… i want your babies… fill me up, weno… please make me pregnant… wanna carry your babies…”

the request drove him wild.

the thought of claiming you permanently, of planting his seed deep inside your womb until you were swollen with his child, sent a fresh surge of hardness back into his cock. he shifted his grip, grabbing your hair to pull your head back, exposing your throat while he hammered into you with a possessive rhythm.

“you want my babies now, angel?” he growled, his thrusts becoming frantic and deep again, slapping your ass with a loud, rhythmic crack. “gonna pump so much cum into you that you’ll be leaking for days. gonna make sure you’re knocked up, angel. you’re going to carry my brat, and you’re gonna love every second of being my bred-out toy.”

you were completely gone, a shaking, sobbing mess of pleasure. every time he bottomed out, you felt remaining cum being pushed deeper into you, the thought of impregnation making your pussy clench around him in tight, rhythmic spasms.

you begged him, your words slurred and broken, “fill me… please, nicho… give me your babies…”

he didn’t stop, drilling into you with a relentless intensity, determined to leave you completely saturated and claimed, fucking you into a state of total, blissful oblivion.

“don’t worry, angel… daddy’s gonna make sure he put his babies into you…” he growled into your neck, planting a quick peck against the soft skin.

she sighed dramatically, reaching out to hold his hand. “you know how it is… my body gets so stressed these days. the doctor said my heart rate keeps spiking—but it’s only because i worry too much about this family.”

she gave his hand a gentle squeeze, her thumb brushing over his knuckle. “but seeing you now… i already feel much better.”

sunghoon let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “are you stressed again? you promised me last time you’d take it easy.” his voice dropped into that gentle, concerned son in law, half doctor tone. “you can’t keep ending here. i’ll have to start making house calls.”

the older woman just laughed softly, her eyes lingering on her daughter’s husband's handsome face. “sure, sure. sooha is so lucky to have such a caring husband like you, sunghoon.”

the doctor just chuckled, before turning slightly to face you standing there by the curtain—tablet in hand, wearing your pretty little pink fitted nurse uniform, hair neatly tied in a bun.

“oh,” he said smoothly, placing his larger hand lightly on your lower back to bring you forward. “this is my nurse, yn. i assigned her to your case so she can keep a close eye on you when i’m not around.”

his palm stayed pressed against your lower back the entire time, fingers subtle stroking the fabric of your uniform in small, slow circles no one else could see. the heat from his hand seeped through the thin material.

mrs. kim smiled at you, tilting her head. “aw, you’re such a young and pretty one. how old are you, dear? you look too fresh to be working here.”

you bowed your head, trying to ignore the way your doctor’s thumb was now slowly tracing your spine. “thank you, ma’am… i’m only in my mid 20’s now.”

“only? so young and already so capable,” she said kindly, though her attention quickly drifted back to sunghoon. “i should’ve told sooha to take nursing too…”

you and sunghoon gave each other a look.

sunghoon just hummed in response, his hand still not moving from your back. in fact, he stepped a little closer to you, his body heat now brushing against your side as he pretended to check the monitor beside the bed.

“right—yn’s very capable, mom,” he murmured, fingers brushing over the tubing. his other fingers pressed a little firmer into your lower back, almost possessively. “very attentive. she’ll take care of you well.”

the way he said the last word made your thighs clench involuntarily. 

his mother in law only chuckled, completely unaware of the tension crackling between the two of you. “well, if that’s how it is—then i feel much safer now.”

sunghoon smiled, finally sliding his hand down a few inches before he pulled it away.

“then yn, i’ll leave her to your care,” he turned to you with a soft smile. with his eyes still on you, he hummed. “i’ll come back later at night to check up on you.”

——

later that night, the hospital corridor lights had dimmed to the soft glow. the ward was quiet except for occasional beep of monitors. 

you were helping mrs. kim settle into bed for the night—fluffing her pillow, adjusting the bed level, making sure her iv line wasn’t tangled. not the usual nurse duty, but this is the mother in law of of the chairman’s grandson, for gods sakes. 

she’d been restless for the past hour.

as you tucked the blanket to her, mrs. kim suddenly groaned in pain, her face twisting. “... my chest feels tight again. it hurts…”

you immediately moved closer, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “it’s okay. take slow breaths for me—i’m right here.”

she let out another soft groan, clutching the blanket. you checked her vitals, then spoke in a calm, soothing voice: “i’ll be in this room the whole night, so don’t worry at all. if the pain gets worse or you need anything, just call my name. i’ll be sitting right there on the couch beside your bed, okay?”

mrs. kim exhaled shakily and gave you a smile. “thank you, hun.”

after giving her some pain relief medication as per the chart and dimming the bedside lamp, you moved to the small couch near the window—you sat down with your laptop, updating notes, doing tasks.

the room fell into a heavy silence, only accompanied by mrs. kim’s occasional soft groans as she fall asleep. 

twenty minutes passed. 

then the door to the private ward clicked openly.

sunghoon stepped inside, still in his white coat, tie slightly loosened. his eyes scanned the darkened room before they landed on you sitting on the couch. a smirk tugged at his lips when he saw you there—his pretty little nurse sitting there with your legs crossed.

he closed the door behind him with a soft click.

“everything alright?” he asked, voice low so as not to wake his mother in law.

you nodded. “i just gave her some acetaminophen earlier.”

sunghoon walked closer, stopping just inches away from where you’re sitting. his tall frame towered over yours as he glanced at his mother in law sleeping form, then back to you. the dim night light cast shadows across his face.

without a word, he leaned down, placing both hands on the armrests of the couch, caging you in. his face was close to yours, and you could smell his clean cologne mixed with the scent of hospital.

“well… what about you?” he murmured, voice deep.

you tilted your head slightly. “what about me?”

sunghoon’s gaze dropped to your lips for a second before returning to your eyes. his arms flexed slightly as he leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“how are you doing?”

a small, shy smile tugged at your lips as you moved your head to whisper back, “aside form missing you… i’m just really bored, i guess.”

the moment the words left your mouth, you felt the shift in him. a low, satisfied hum rumbled in his chest before one of his hands slowly slid up your thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of your pink uniform.

“bored?” he breathed against your ear. “that’s a shame. i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

his fingers continued their slow ascent, teasing the soft skin of your inner thigh as his mother in law slept just a few meters away. his other hand stayed planted on the armrest, keeping you trapped beneath him.

“taking care of my mother in law like i asked…” his lips ghosted along your jaw. you brought your arms up to wrap around his neck, pulling him in. “maybe i should reward you for being so good.”

his hand moved higher, fingertips brushing close to the edge of your panties just beneath your waistband. 

“tell me… how quiet can you be?”

without another word, sunghoon cupped your face with his other hand and kissed you.

it wasn’t gentle. 

his lips claimed yours instantly, deep and desperate from the long hours of work—starving for you. you whimpered softly into his mouth as he tilted your head back, kissing you harder, tongue sliding against yours with wet, heated strokes. the quiet sounds of your lips meeting filled the dim room—soft and filthy. 

“i missed you too,” your doctor whispered between kisses, voice rough. “fuck, i miss you every day, baby.”

sunghoon kissed you again, slower this time, pouring every unspoken feeling into it. his other hand slid into your hair, loosening your neat bun until strands fell around your face. you clutched the front of his white coat, pulling him closer, hearts bearing wildly against each other.

while his tongue tangled with yours, sunghoon’s slender fingers moved down to the front of your pink nurse uniform. one by one, he popped the buttons open, knuckles brushing over the swell of your breasts as the fabric parted. he groaned quietly into your mouth when he saw your lazy bra underneath. 

“so fucking pretty…” he breathed, kissing you deeper as he tugged the uniform open wider, exposing your chest and stomach to the aircond. his palm slid inside, cupping your breast over the lace, thumb stroking your nipple until it hardened under his touch.

you moaned softly against his lips—and he swallowed the sound, kissing you like he wished to devour you whole. 

“you have no idea how crazy you make me,” sunghoon kissed the corner of your mouth, then your jaw, down your neck while his hands roamed freely over your bare skin. another button came undone—until your uniform was completely open down the front, hanging off your shoulders. 

sunghoon pulled back to look at you—flushed, lips swollen, uniform undone, chest rising and falling. his gaze was full of love and lust. 

“god, you’re mine,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss you again, pecking all over your cheek and jaw—eliciting a soft giggle out of you. “mine, aren’t you?” he hummed, lips brushing your ear as he kissed you there too. “say it, baby.”

“i’m yours,” you breathed, tipping your head back. “only yours, hoonie.”

even with his wife’s mother sleeping just a few feet away, there was no guilt in his eyes—only that shameless hunger he always had for you. you two had long stopped pretending this was just an affair—not when it felt real. too real. 

sunghoon kissed you once more on the lips then stood up, straight in front of the couch. the bulge in his slacks was obvious, straining against the fabric. without saying a word, sunghoon looked down at you with dark, expectant eyes and slowly unbuckled his belt. 

the quiet clink of metal made your tummy flutter. 

you didn’t need instructions. you pulled his zipper down and freed his hard cock—it sprang out heavy and thick, the tip already glistening with precum.

“fuck… look at it—” he murmured, one hand gently cradling the back of your head. “look how hard i am for you.”

you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the head before wrapping your lips around him, taking him into your warm, wet mouth. sunghoon let out a quiet, shaky breath, jaw clenching as you started sucking him slowly. 

“that’s it, shit… just like that,” he whispered, stroking your hair. his other hand rested on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin tenderly. you hummed around his cock, the vibration making his hips twitch. he kept his eyes on you the entire time—watching your pretty lips stretch around him, lashes fluttering, eyes twitching as you tried taking him as deep as you could.

your uniform still wide open and exposing your tits as you move your head. 

sunghoon gently began rocking his hips, fucking your mouth with slow, deep thrusts, whispering soft praises the whole time. 

“my girl. shit—your mouth feels s’good.”

he groaned quietly, fingering tightening in your hair as you took him even deeper, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. it’s always hard to give sunghoon a blowjob—not with his size, and now with how hard it is to fit him in your mouth fully.

his hips twitched as he fought the urge to thrust deeper down and fuck your throat. your warm mouth worked him so perfectly.

“baby—fuck, wait,” he brathed, gently pulling you off his cock with a wet pop. a string of saliva connected your swollen lips to his throbbing tip. your eyebrows pinched in confusion, looking up at him. sunghoon breathed in hard, tugging down on his lip. “not yet. i don’t wanna cum in your mouth tonight.”

he helped you up and kissed you filthily, tasting himself on your tongue as he walked you backward. in one motion, sunghoon turned you around and bent you over the armrest of the couch.

sunghoon pushed your chest down against the couch cushion, arching your back nicely so your ass was up and presented to him. he stood behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other slowly pushed your pants and panties down your thighs. 

the position was nasty—risky as hell. mrs. kim was sleeping just a few metres away, and if she woke up even a little, she’d have a clear, first hand view of her son in law fucking his nurse from behind like this.

holy fuck—that’s hot.

sunghoon wrapped his hand around the base, rubbing his thick cockhead between your wet folds, coating himself in your slick. they kissed like lovers too—a string of juice connected from the lips to the tip.

“‘m so wet for you, hoonie,” you moaned, pussy twitching in neediness. sunghoon chuckled, leaning over your back and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. “really?” he hummed in satisfactory, nudging his cockhead to your entrance.

“my pretty little nurse is this soaked just from sucking me off?” 

he kept rubbing the head in slow, filthy circles, pressing it against your hole only to pull back again, making you whimper in frustration. you pushed your ass back against him. 

“please…” you whispered, voice shaking. “i need you inside me already.”

sunghoon kissed the back of your neck, licking a stripe of it. “my mother in law’s sleeping just right there, baby,” he whispered against your neck, clearly enjoying how shameless you both were. “you really do love this cock more than anything, don’t you?”

you groaned softly, hips twitching. “s—stop teasing… i love you more, hoonie.”

with a soft grunt from him at that confession, he finally pushed the head in—stretching you open before pulling out again, repeating the motion until your thighs trembled, and until your pussy was ready to take him whole.

“fuck, you’re so cute when you’re this needy,” he whispered, burying himself deep inside you, stretching your walls around his thick length. you both moaned quietly—yours muffled into the couch cushion, his against the back of your neck. 

“so big, you’re s’big,” you whimpered, fingers clutching the fabric. sunghoon groaned, pressing his lips against your skin. “no, baby—you’re just too tight… pussy made for me.”

your doctor started fucking you with deep, steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet sounds of your bodies connecting obscenely loud in the quiet hospital room. 

your tits were pressed against the couch as he railed you from behind. sunghoon leaned over you, one hand gripping your hip while the other reached around to rub your clit in tight circles. 

“you’re fucking dripping, baby,” he breathed hotly against your ear, hips snapping harder. “i can hear how sloppy your pussy is for me.”

you could only moan in response, pushing your ass back to meet his thrusts, just as horny and addicted as he was to you. every deep stroke hit that perfect spot inside, making your eyes roll back.

sunghoon bit down on your shoulder, leaving love and teeth marks as he picked up the pace, fucking you a little harder. 

“i love you so much,” he rasped, pounding his confession into you. “i don’t give a fuck about anything else, right now.”

your pussy convulsed around his cock, wrapping around him like a vice. sunghoon straightened up slightly, gripping both your hips now as he started giving you nastier strokes—pulling you back onto his cock with every thrusts and watching the way your ass rippled against his pelvis. 

you’re trying so hard to stay quiet, but it felt too good. “hoonie,, fuck—” you moaned breathily. “you’re so deep… i can feel you so deep inside me.”

“yeah?” he groaned, pounding into your harder until he swore the couch was going to move. “you like that, baby?”

before you could answer, mrs. kim let out a low groan in her sleep, shifting slightly under the blanket. you both froze for a second, hearts pounding. sunghoon didn’t pull out. instead, he stayed buried balls–deep inside you, slowly grinding his cock against your walls. 

when his mother in law settled again, you whimpered desperately.

“hoonie, i’m so wet it’s dripping down,” you whispered, hips trembling. “i get so horny when you’re around.” 

sunghoon cursed under his breath at your filthy words. he suddenly pulled out, making you whine at the emptiness—only to turn you around. he sat on the couch and pulled you onto his lap, back against his chest.

your eyes widened—legs spread wide over his thighs as he lined himself up and sank you back down onto his cock. the new position made him feel even bigger.

he wrapped one arm around your waist, the other groped your tits, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he started fucking up into you.

“fuck, i love these tits s’much,” he groaned, lips attacking your neck. he kissed you sloppily, tongue sliding into your mouth as he bounced you on his cock. “i get so pissed off when i think of you doing checkups on men,”

—which was the reason why you became his nurse.

you moaned into the kiss, grinding down on him. your hand held his arm around your waist, the other snaked up to cup his head. “hoonie, ngh—s—she’s going to wake up any time now,” you panted between kisses.

sunghoon shook his head. “it’s fine, she won’t.” he reassured so confidently, one hand massaging and pinching your nipples while the other slid between your legs to rub your clit. 

the overstimulation was sending you up to the clouds—sunghoon kept hitting your cervix, his textured cock dragging against your velvety walls. “fuck, right there,” your head fall back against his shoulder. “i—i’m going to cum, hngh—babe”

“do it—cum on my cock,” he rasped against your ear, thrusting up harder. “let me feel this pussy squeeze me.”

“i love you—shit, i love you,” you whimpered, toes curling inwards.

sunghoon groaned deeply, fucking you deep and fast till your tits bounced in his hand.

“i’m close,” he panted, forehead against your shoulder. “‘m gonna cum inside you, baby. want me to fill this pretty pussy up?”

“yes—yesyesyesyes, please,” you whimpered, holding the back of your knees to steady yourself. “cum inside me, hoonie. want it so bad—want you s’bad.”

sunghoon squeezed your cheeks to make you face him—kissing you hard, tongues messily sliding together as his thrusts turned short, desperate, and deep. his other hand kept rubbing your clit, tugging the little pea.

mrs. kim groaned softly again in her sleep, but neither of you stopped. sunghoon just fucked you harder, the wet slapping sounds getting louder. 

“fuck—i’m cumming,” he graoned against your mouth. “take it all, baby. take my cum—”

with a deep, shaky thrust, sunghoon buried himself as deep as possible and came hard. thick, warm ropes of cum spilled inside you, pulse after pulse, filling you up completely. he kept grinding, pushing his load deeper while kissing you through his orgasm, moaning into each others’ mouths.

you whimpered at the feeling of being so full, clenching around him as you came right after, pussy milking every last drop.

the doctor stayed inside you even after he finished, breathing heavily as he pressed soft kisses to the side of your cheek.

“i love you,” he hummed, nuzzling into the warmth of your neck. his cum slowly leaking out around his cock.

——

“alright—! you’re all good, mrs. kim!” you smiled, handing the papers to her. “blood pressure is stable, vitals are normal. you can go home today.”

sunghoon smiled as well, standing next to you. “no more being stressed over small things, yeah, mom?” 

mrs. kim sighed in relief, but then her face scrunched up slightly.

“thank you, hun… but ugh… i think i had such a strange nightmare last night,” she muttered, rubbing her temple. “is this hospital haunted or something, sunghoon? i kept hearing weird sounds… it felt so real. did you hear it, yn?”

the two of you froze. 

a brief, knowing look passed between you two. the corner of sunghoon’s lips twitched upward into the tiniest smirk before he quickly hid it with the back of his hand.

you bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from smiling.

“n—no? not at all… there were no such sounds, mrs. kim…” you replied, shaking your head.

sunghoon cleared his throat. “...ah, hospitals can be noisy at night. don’t worry about it, mom. get plenty of rest at home—i’ll come visit soon.”

she nodded obliviously, smiling. 

“about time, hm? sooha’s always complaining how lonely she is,” she shook her head, teasing. then, mrs. kim turned to you, extending her arm to rub your forearm. “thank you for taking care of me. i’ll invite you to dinner, sometime soon.”

you nodded, blood creeping up your cheeks. you held her hand fondly, shaking it. 

“i’ll look forward to it.”

an awed giggle burst out of him, hazy eyes scrunching a little with his amusement. "yeah?" you murmured at him, slowly turning off your stomach and sitting up a little bit. maki seemed amazed by your casualness, considering he was in the clouds.

"you're not floating," he mumbled under his breath. "always grounded… not fair," all the while, his hands slipped over the meat of your thighs, fingers digging into the flesh. maki gave a little tug, then a firmer one. through his lashes, he stared up at you. that pink shade glassing over his eyes matched the flush in his cheeks, making him ethereal even then. "mmph. come."

"you're so needy," your words only made him tug harder. with a final pull, you ended up with your leg hiked over his waist, pressed flush against his chest. "happy now?" judging by the whine he let out at the pressure of you planted right above his cock, he was.

"delighted," his palms pressed into your skin with a kneading roll; he couldn't get enough. you were always pretty, never stopped being so, but when the leds in his room were low and the weed smoke circled around your body, maki would have given up everything he owned just to stay in that moment. "shit," he whimpered again, feeling your movement above him.

his bottom lip tucked beneath his teeth, growing red as he gnawed on it. each breath caused his chest to rise against your own. he couldn't help the way he shivered at the feeling of your tits against his chest.

"you're so fucking pretty," maki breathed out, tipping his head back to try compose himself. reaching beside him with his free hand, he brought the joint to his mouth, taking a hit with a deep inhale.

you were ready to let him put you in 50 different positions when he looked back up at you with that half-lidded, dilated gaze, and very much ready for the way he pressed his lips to yours soon after. "maki…" his tongue parted your lips lazily, the rush of smoke flooding your mouth and clouding around the two of you.

but he didn't stop there. his tongue curled around your own and lapped at the insides of your mouth, suckling and lapping wherever he could get to. it's like air didn't matter, the only thing that mattered was you. though he wasn't too fond of you passing out at that moment, pulling away briefly to give you some space.

maki was certain he was gonna cream his pants with the way your lips looked all wet and red, the result of him. "i can't get enough of you," he whimpered, cradling your face with one hand to admire you whilst the other made quick work of his sweatpants.

"feeling's mutual," you mumbled in your haze, brain still trying to keep up with the movements he was making beneath you. it was a lot, your muddled brain unable to make sense of half the things going on around you. but the familiar warmth of his heavy cock against your thigh brought you down to earth, a steady drip of precum already trickling down your inner thigh.

maki jolted as if he had been shocked, his pink, plump tip dragging over your soft skin in its aggravated state, practically screaming to be sucked in by your sticky holes. "mm, turn around, wanna.."

he really didn't need to finish his sentence, he'd made it evidently clear what he wanted to see.

it was like pure torture for him. seeing your ass encased by the sheer fabric of your panties, translucent enough to reveal the pretty parting he so desperately craved to get between. "look at that ass…" he whispered, as if handed the holy grail itself. "gonna take these off, need to take them off."

you made his job a little easier, well, attempted to, sitting up from where you were and spreading your legs. perhaps that had made it worse. maki audibly moaned at the sight of your puffy folds sticking to the thin fabric. you'd soaked through them enough that they were completely see-through, just a barrier between him and your leaking pussy. "nngh, look at you."

you let out a soft sound as his fingers curled into your waistband and peeled off your panties, placing them down on the bedside for safekeeping. "taking too long," you insisted, tone all whiny in that way he adored. maki liked taking his time with you, enjoyed dragging it out till you begged him. but in his weed driven state? he was just as needy as you were.

"i know, i know…" it took him absolutely no time to spread your lips apart, wanting a good look at that cunt. his eyes dilated further, pitch black as he stared at your pulsing hole. it fluttered when his thumb circled over it, squelched when his fingers gave your clit a sharp smack.

you couldn't help but stretch forward, fingers clinging to his legs as your back arched, face pressing into his smooth skin. "maki, you're teasing," even then, he wasn't able to stop himself. "just want you…" needed him.

maki mumbled a soft shushing sound, using both hands to spread your cheeks and get a good look at you again. "so wet… wanna make you feel so good. gonna feel good, i promise, lemme.. nnh…"

his hand on your ass splayed its fingers, keeping you spread whilst the other slid down to his dick. his fingers curled around himself, pumping quick and hard with a tight grip. a filthy, wet sound filled the room, the stream of precum easing the glide as he grunted. it was the prettiest sound in the world, you thought. paired with the playlist he'd made specifically for getting high, he'd somehow managed to orchestrate the peefect scene to make you as needy as possible.

rocking your hips back and forth a little, teasing, your ass swayed in time with the way the room span around you two, a haze of drugs and need. "maki…" you reminded him, knowing he was getting lost in a drug-fueled, pussy-fueled daze.

"i'm gonna fuck the shit outta you, babe, god…" maki growled, lining you up with the head of his throbbing dick. it was like you were sucking him in already, folds enveloping him and holding him snug with each slide of his length through your gooey mess. "listen to her.. so messy, begging me to put it in. who am i to say no…"

enough with the teasing, he'd decided. his hips jerked forward harshly and he shuddered at the suction of your walls around him. it was like coming home after a long journey, returning to the only thing he'd ever need. "sweetest pussy in the world, oh, oh, shit…" his balls slapped against your clit when he bottomed out with another rough thrust, pausing momentarily. "this okay?"

like he had to ask. "more than okay, more than—so deep, so…" you were melting into him, full to the brim of him as he held still for the time being. "haaaah.." you twitched on his length, repeatedly clenching and leaking around him in a creamy mess that formed around his base.

maki took that response as a go ahead. he dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass and lifted you up, watching the way you drooled around his cock, strings of your juices nearly glueing you to his lap.

then, he dropped you back down, groaning under his breath at the stretch. your breaths and whines vibrated against his leg, sending shivers up his spine with every little squeak you made. "holy fuck, baby."

you wailed with abandon. "oh—maki, maki! hhhh… baby, don't stop—!"

having gained a momentum, maki did it again. and again, and again, until he was granted the view of your ass rippling with each thrust he made. the sound of skin against skin, slick and filthy, only urged him further. "look at the way that ass shakes, so… oh, baby… you hear that? i got both of you singing for me.." he wasn't wrong, your arousal flowed through your whole body top to bottom.

the tip of his cock kissed deep inside you, bumping your cervix faintly with every movement he made. "making a mess all over me. gonna have to change the sheets. think i'll end up merging together with you, baby, gonna.. oh, god, could keep fucking you for days."

the space between your ass and his lap was pure filth—a mix of his pre, your slick, squelching the whole way through. "so fucking sloppy, that's it. uh-huh, yeah, yeah, gonna make a mess of you too. only fair, only.. only fair… gotta repay the—fuck.." he always got so talkative when he got close, when he was high, it was a combination of everything that made you weak.

"please, please, please, maki, i think i'm gonna…"

"yeah, you're gonna cream on this dick, i know, i know," he cooed breathlessly, grunting lowly as he grasped your ass even tighter. "give it to me then, baby. give me it, want it so bad, want you so bad."

"want you more…" he would've fought you on that, proved it was him who wanted you more, but the grip of your pussy was strong enough to make any man weak.

he knew what you needed. always knew that you needed. he slipped his hand down between your thighs and quickly rubbed his fingers over your wet clit, growling with how slippery you were. "can't even rub this clit properly, soaked yourself so much," his thumb pressed down on the bundle of nerves and he slid it back and forth rapidly. "come for me, baby, that's right. there we go, shit, shit, shit, there we go, that's my girl."

you cried out with a wail that likely alerted the entire building as to what the two of you were doing if they hadn't already deduced it from the thudding of the headboard. you trembled over his legs, face buried into the bed now in an attempt to muffle your sounds but also bring yourself down.

maki wasn't long behind, the tightening of your walls making his release come faster than he'd been expecting. "gonna give you my load, babe, paint you all nice and wet with it. uh-huh, you like that? want that? i'll give it to you, whatever you want."

his words floated around your ears, a few syllables landing, others not.

quickly, although regretfully, he pulled out. his fingers wrapped around his length again and he jerked himself harshly, almost in a fever with the sheer force he moved his hand at. "pretty, pretty girl. best girl, only girl for me." he panted, huffing with broken whimpers with each tightening of his balls. a small smirk flit at the corners of his mouth when you whined at the loss of his cock, stroking over your ass in a pacifying motion with his free hand.

"only girl, only, oh.. oh, fuck!" his grip on your ass tightened impossibly further when he reached the edge, thick, white spurts of his seed splattering over the surface of your back. maki's head tilted back, eyes shutting as he fervently shot out every last drop of his release onto your skin. it was one of his favourite ways to wreck you, by leaving his mark.

it felt like he would never come down. his chest rose and fell in deep breaths as he stared down at you, the mess he'd made of you. "pretty as a picture, baby."

you swallow, cheeks warm. “um—,” you say softly, voice a little shaky. “i actually came today because… something feels weird with my breasts.”

he pauses. his eyes slowly travel up your body until they meet yours. “weird how?” he asks. he doesn’t pull his hand away, but instead sits back with his hand still resting just beside your thigh.

“they’ve been… tender lately. and i felt a small lump? or maybe i’m just imagining it. i don’t know—i’m sorry, i’m not sure.” you reply, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. 

your doctor stays quiet for a second, then slowly pulls his hand away. the latex gloves make a soft snap as he adjusts them tighter around his long, slender fingers. “don’t be sorry, yn—this is what i do,” he hums, getting up. “we should do a check up then. take your top and bra off for me.”

you do as he says, heart racing. you hook your fingers beneath your top before sliding it up past your head—then unbuckles your bra. naturally, your hands come to cover up to cover your bare breasts as soon as the fabric falls away.

he watches you try to hide from his for a moment, the corner of his lips twitching. 

“hands off, yn,” he chuckles softly—it almost sounds like a scoff. “how am i supposed to see if you’re fine if you keep covering them?” 

his voice is almost teasing, with that hint of amusement. he reaches forward and gently but firmly pulls your wrists down, pinning them to your sides for a second longer before letting go.

“there we go. good girl.”

now fully exposed, the cool air of the room hits your skin. sunghoon’s raise his eyebrows momentarily as his eyes rake over your chest openly, no longer pretending this was clinical. when he moves his hands, the latex crinkle softly.

sunghoon cups your breasts fully, weighing them in his palms before fully squeezing. “mmm… look at you,” he murmurs, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. he starts kneading them firmly, gloved thumbs dragging over your nipples in repetitive strokes. 

the latex slides against your buds, making them harden instantly. he pinches both nipples at the same time, rolling them between his fingers while watching your face closely. your lips part in pleasure, soft moans escaping your lips. 

“hah…”

sunghoon hums. “these feel heavier than last time,” he says, pretending to be professional, but his tone is everything but. he squeezes harder, pushing your tits together, then lets them bounce back in his hands. the latex crinkles. 

“you’ve been playin’ with them, haven’t you?” he asks, glancing up at you before his eyes fall back on your pretty nipples. “playing with these beauties will make ‘em bigger, you know?” he teases. not like sunghoon has complaints—your tits are the nicest, prettiest he’s ever seen.

you nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. his fingers feel crazy on your tits. they’re slender, long, and the thin rubber gloves only make every touch feel so intricate and obscene. 

“that’s not so good, yn. i told you you shouldn’t touch ‘em without telling me.” 

 “how do you play with them? like this?” his gloved thumbs start pressing and circling your nipples again, flicking the sensitive buds repeatedly. he works your tits harder, kneading and massaging them with greed now.

“or do you squeeze them like this?” sunghoon demonstrates—rolling both nipples between his latexed fingers, pinching and tugging them repeatedly, stretching your tits. he then pushes your breasts roughly by your nipples. 

his breathing is noticeably heavier as his eyes fixed on your tits, watching as they move in his bigger hands. the bulge in his slacks is even more obvious, straining hard against his slacks. 

“ugh, fuck,” he mutters, jaw clenched tight as his cock throbs visibly beneath the fabric. 

you can’t help it either—your thighs rub instinctively, trying to ease the aching heat and twitch between your legs. sunghoon notices immediately—then back up to your flushed face with a knowing smirk.

“can’t even keep still anymore, huh?” 

without another word, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and panties—tugging them all the way down your legs and off your ankles, dropping them onto the floor.

now you’re completely bare from the waist down, legs still spread open on the patient bed, pussy fully exposed under the exam light. his gaze drops straight between your thighs. “fuck, yn…” he groans, his cock now painfully aching. “you’re dripping all over my paper sheet.”

sunghoon stares at your glistening cunt for a long moment, his throat bobs. 

“i need to examine you more thoroughly,” he says, voice husky but still somewhat professional. “these juices… and your tissue look quite swollen. i should check for sensitivity and any irritation, hm?”

he rolls his stool closer, then leans in between your spread thighs. his large hands grip the back of your knees, pushing your legs wider apart. 

you bite your bottom lip, sucking the inside of your cheek. you’re twitching and spasming around nothing. 

“this is a standard procedure only for you,” sunghoon murmurs, hot breath ghosting over your wet folds. “i need to assess taste, texture, natural response… then i gotta fuck you good.”

before you can even process his weak excuse, sunghoon leans forward and drags his warm, wet tongue up your slit. a deep, satisfied groan vibrates through your core. 

“fuck… so sweet,” he mutters, almost to himself. then louder against your pussy. “seems normal… but i need to go deeper.”

his tongue flattens and laps at you again, slower—like he’s fully indulging the taste, savouring every drop. he circles your sensitive clit teasingly with the tip of his tongue, flicking, before closing his lips around it and sucking, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet exam room.

“oh gosh, d—doctor park…” you moan softly, tipping your head back. 

one of his bare hands slides up to your tits again, groping and squeezing while his mouth works between your legs. he pulls back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your wet juices.

“does this area feel more sensitive than usual?” he asks, voice rough before diving back in. his tongue pushes inside you, fucking you with it while his nose nudges your clit. “mm—hngh,” 

sunghoon eats you out like a starving man—messy, greedy, and hungry—but keeps murmuring fake clinical observations and excuses between licks and sucks. 

“nice… it’s so wet. your pussy walls are contracting so strongly.”

lick.

“ugh—and this little clit is so responsive…”

suck.

his other hand grips your thigh hard, holding you open as he buries his face deeper, tongue thrusting in and out before focusing on your clit again with fast strokes. your hands grip around his pretty hair, holding him ground against your puffy cunt.

sunghoon glances up at you between your legs, eyes dark with list, lips glistening. 

“yn, be honest with me,” he rasps, voice muffled against your soaked pussy. “has it been this wet every time you think about me?” 

his tongue flicks your sensitive bud, the tip dragging between the small folds. 

you whimper, hips twitching, and breathe out a shaky—

“mmhm,”

the second the word leaves your mouth, something in him snaps. 

“fuck yeah…” he groans deeply, almost relieved. his cock twitches. “good girl—finally admitting it.”

he presses one last messy, open–mouthed kiss to your entrance before pulling back. he rises from the stool, towering over you as he stands between your spread legs. his chest is rising and falling—his hair sticks on his forehead, his lips shiny.

“you have no idea how long i’ve been holding back,” he mutters. “every time you come here, lookin’ so pretty for a patient… drives me fucking insane.”

his hands move quickly to his belt. the sound of the buckle opening and his zipper going down fills the room. he pushes his slacks and boxers down to free his cock—hard, throbbing, flushed, leaking at the tip.

right in front of you, sunghoon wraps his long fingers around his cock and starts stroking himself. his eyes locked on your naked body—your tits flushed from all the gripping and groping, your soaked pussy glistening under the light…

“fuck—look at you,” he breathes out, tightening his grip as he pumps his cock. “so wet—c’mon, touch yourself for me, pretty.”

your hand instantly slides down your tummy. the moment your fingers reach your puffy pussy and start rubbing your swollen clit, sunghoon lets out a groan. he stands tall (both), white coat still on but open. his strokes are deliberate before he picks up the pace.

“that’s it… just like that,” he rasps, jerking himself a little faster. “rub that pretty clit while i watch. fuck, you’re even wetter than i imagined.”

his eyes flick between your pretty flushed face, your tits, and your fingers playing with your wet folds. he squeezes his cock faster, thumb brushing and pressing over the leaking tip, spreading the precum.

“you have no idea how many times i’ve jerked off after you left this room,” he confesses. 

sunghoon steps slightly closer, still stroking himself. his free hand reaches down and gropes your tit again, squeezing it roughly before he caresses your cheek. 

“put two fingers inside,” he orders, breathing heavier as he nudges his chin up. “i wanna see how desperate that pussy is for me.”

his hand moves faster on his cock, the wet schlick sound mixes with obscene noises coming from your fingers. he looks completely wrecked—flushed cheeks, messy hair, groaning every time his cock twitches.

gosh, that white coat really gives him permission to be this perverted.

“yn…” he groans, eyes half–lidded. “keep going… show how you fuck yourself when you think about me…”

he’s breathing hard, clearly getting closer, but he’s holding back. 

you begin fingering yourself—pumping two fingers back and forth, spreading your tight cunt apart. you rub your clit with your other hand—lips never stopping from moaning out his name prettily. sunghoon’s hand moves quicker on his cock, stroking himself hard.

“fuck, that’s it… such a good girl,” he rasps. “i’m close—shit—”

his breathing turns ragged. he steps even closer, aiming his cock at your tits while still caressing your cheek lovingly. his thumb comes to press against your bottom lip, spreading your lips as you suck around his thumb.

with a deep, guttural groan, sunghoon cums—hard.

thick, warm ropes of cum shoot across your tits, painting your flushed skin and hard nipples in messy streaks. he keeps stroking himself through it, milking every last drop onto your chest—his cum hanging from your sensitive nipples.

“ah… shit,” he breathes heavily as he watches the sight with satisfaction. “my gosh—look at that.”

before you can catch your breath, sunghoon leans down, grabs the back of your neck, and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss. his tongue slides into your mouth instantly, claiming you as his bare cock rests against your cum–covered tits. the kiss is messy and desperate—all tongue and teeth—like he’s been dying.

he pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs against your lips, voice still rough. he kisses you once more, softer this time, before slowly straightening up. 

“i’ll pick you up this weekend for a personal check up,” he says, running his fingers through his sweaty hair. sunghoon’s lips twitch into a charming, doctor smile. “we need to monitor these symptoms very carefully.”

he leans in one last time, pressing a kiss on your cheek. 

“and yn?”

you hum, looking up at him, 

“next time… don’t even bother wearing panties.” 

"shut your fucking mouth" his voice was low eerily calm—like the one before a storm. he refuses to even spare a glance, focusing hard on the road ahead. "you want attention so fucking bad? go back there and find him. see if he can satisfy that needy pussy of yours the way i do"

the silence that follows after his shameless unfiltered remark is heavy, punctuated only by the click of the turn signal. you know he can be a bastard, and right now he’s reveling in his anger.

you couldn't go long without his attention on you, he was right about that part. about how you love when attention is on you, specifically his and how he satiates your aching hunger. and how you are always willing to go above and beyond for his attention, the exact reason you were entertaining the random dude at the bar. to get a rise from the man right next to you.

and the best thing? you knew how to make it up to him.

you unbuckle your seatbelt with a slow deliberate click, his eyes flickering towards you for a split second, narrow and sharp, before returning to the dark road ahead.

now free from the restriction the seatbelt was providing, you tilt your body to face him, hand reaching out to gently yet firmly cup over his slacks, the tip of your middle finger pressing slightly.

"what the fuck are you doing?" he asks, his voice a solutely still and soft despite the clear warning. but despite that, his breathing hitches when your hand starts to massage the growing bulge.

"I'm not gonna repeat myself...sit back up and shut that mouth"

"make me" you whisper, thoroughly enjoying testing his patience.

you don't wait for another remark, reaching for his belt, clicking it open and sliding his zipper down. his cock is already semi-hard, pulsing against his boxers from the sheer adrenaline of his temper. when you pull him out into the cool air of the cabin, he groans, a sound of pure frustration.

"you think you can just fix it like this?" he growls, his hand slamming against the steering wheel as he navigates a turn. "spending all night begging for eyes on you, and now you’re down there acting like a little slut..."

you don't argue or retort back instead choosing to take him into your mouth. you lean in close, the heat of him radiating against your cheeks and let out a soft, mocking hum. you start with tiny feather-light kitten licks, dragging your tongue from the base all the way to the crown, just barely grazing the skin. you focus entirely on the very tip, swirling your tongue around the slit, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that’s already beginning to form.

you wrap your lips around just the head, suckling on him with a slow agonizingly shallow rhythm. you make sure the suction is loud and wet, the sound of your spit slicking him up filling the quiet car.

"fuck" sunghoon chokes out, his knuckles turning even whiter on the wheel. "don't play with me right now. put your fucking mouth on it and work, or get back in your seat."

you ignore him, looking up through your lashes with a defiant glint in your eyes. you pull back, trailing a long slow string of saliva down his shaft, then lean in to nip at him with your teeth—just enough pressure to be dangerous. you go back to the tip, swirling and flicking, treating him like a piece of candy you have no intention of finishing.

"you're so sensitive, hoonie" you whisper against his skin, your breath hot and damp. "is the big, scary hoonie getting impatient? maybe i should just leave it like this. let you drive home with your cock dripping all over"

"you little bitch" he rasps, his voice a velvety snarl. he reaches down, his hand clamping onto the back of your neck with a bruising grip. he forces your head forward, his hips bucking up in a desperate impatient surge. "i’m not in the mood for your games... open your throat and take the whole fucking thing before i make you regret ever opening your mouth tonight"

you let out a muffled giggle against him, the vibration sending a shudder through his frame, before finally relenting and sliding him deep, the sudden warmth of your throat finally silencing his protests into a long ragged moan.

"fuck,, yeah just like that.." his hand coming down to grip the back of your head, his fingers tangling brutally in your hair. he doesn't guide you gently; he pushes, forcing your face down harder. "that's it.. choke on it, baby. since you like to open your mouth for everyone else, you can keep it open for me too, can't you?"

he keeps his eyes on the road, the streetlights casting strobing shadows over his sharp features. he’s driving faster now, the thrill of the risk bleeding into his arousal. you increase the pace, making it as sloppy as possible, letting the saliva trail down his shaft and onto his thighs. you use your hands to stroke the base, your thumb rubbing circles over his balls while your mouth works relentlessly.

"god, you’re so fucking messy for this dick.." he rasps, his voice dropping into a crude gravelly register. "look at you, taking me so good, like a champ"

he shifts gears, the movement of his leg brushing against your shoulder. he’s getting close, his grip on your hair tightening until your eyes water.

"don't you stop" he warns, his tone mean and commanding. "i want it all... want you to choke on it. i want to feel your throat twitching while i cum"

you look up at him, your eyes blown wide and glassy, and he looks down just long enough to see the excitememt in your gaze. a dark, twisted smirk pulling at his lips.

"yeah, that's right" he mutters, his hips beginning to thrust reflexively as he nears the edge. "take it all. be a good little slut for me and maybe i won't leave you on the side of the road."

the speedometer climbs as the car hurtles down the empty stretch of the road, the only sound the roar of the engine and the wet, rhythmic suction of your mouth on him. sunghoon's breath is coming in ragged, jagged hitches now. he’s no longer just angry; he’s consumed.

"move" he commands, his voice a low, vibrating friction.

he doesn't wait for you to comply. his heavy hand lets go of the wheel for a split second to grab your shoulder, hauling you up just enough that you’re draped over the edge of the passenger seat, your chest pressed against the leather and your ass tilted high in the air. you don't stop, though. keeping your head down, your lips locked around him, continuing to swirl your tongue around his head even as your body is forced into this new vulnerable position.

with a guttural growl, he reaches over, his palm slamming down flat against the curve of your ass. the impact sends a sharp sting through you, and you let out a muffled, vibrating moan against the shaft of his cock.

"look at you" he mutters, chuckling condescendingly, his eyes darting from the road to the sight of you arched and serving him in the dim glow of the dashboard. "perked up and begging for it after you spent the whole night teasing every prick in that club... keep sucking, baby. don't you dare let go."

his fingers hook into the waistband of your lace panties, but he doesn't pull them down. instead, he keeps the fabric tight against your skin, his large hand kneading the flesh of your cheeks through the thin material. the friction is rough, bordering on mean, as he digs his fingertips in.

"you’re soaking through these, aren't you?" he sneers, a dark, triumphant look in his eyes. "you’re so worked up because i’m finally treating you like the brat you are."

"mmph—h-hoonie..." you moan around him, the sound deep and distorted by the thickness of him filling your mouth. you try to work your jaw faster, wanting to please him, but the way he’s manhandling your ass makes your focus shatter.

he slides his hand deeper into the back of the fabric, his palm hot and heavy as it presses directly against your skin while the lace remains stretched over his knuckles. he begins to rub, his hand moving in a punishing, circular motion that grinds your clit against the damp fabric of your panties.

you cry out, the sound trapped in your throat, your hips jerking instinctively toward his touch. the sensation of the rough lace sliding against your sensitive folds under the weight of his hand is overwhelming.

"stay still" he warns, his fingers twitching against the wheel to keep the car centered. "i didn't tell you to move. i’m going to make sure you remember exactly who you belong to. keep that mouth busy. i want to hear you choking on it"

he leans over, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear before he sinks them into the side of your neck, marking you right where everyone can see it tomorrow. he growls into your skin, a sound that vibrates deep in your chest, while his hand works relentlessly between your legs. the sheer size of his hand dwarfs you, his thumb finding your entrance and pressing hard through the lace, mocking the way you're trembling.

"slurp it up" he mutters, his voice thick with a mix of lust and possessiveness. "you love this, don't you? being my little slut while i drive. tell me whose cock you were thinking about while that pathetic loser was talking to you."

you pull back just an inch, gasping for air, a string of spit connecting your lips to his tip. "you" you sob out, your fingers clawing at the leather of the seat. "it's always you, sunghoon... please... i'm almo- keep going."

"get back on it" he growls, shoving his hips forward so he hits the back of your throat. "and don't you stop until i tell you to. i’m just getting started with you."

the car swerves slightly as your body hitches, your breath coming in sharp, broken sobs of need. you’re right on the edge, the friction of the lace and the heavy pressure of sunghoon's palm pushing you towards a peak that feels like it’s going to shatter you. your hips are rolling uncontrollably against his hand.

his hand is buried deep in your lace, his palm grinding against your soaking wet folds with a rhythmic, punishing force that makes your vision swim. he’s not being gentle; his thumb hooked into the fabric to pull it taut against your clit until you’re whimpering around him.

"that’s it" he rasps, his voice breaking into a jagged, guttural growl. "keep that throat tight... suck it like you’re starving for it."

you redouble your efforts, to obey and please him, your tongue swirling frantically around the head of his cock, your cheeks hollowing as you create a vacuum of heat and spit. the messy slapping sound of your lips against his skin fills the cabin, fueled by the desperate friction of his hand between your legs.

suddenly, his entire body goes rigid. his knuckles turn bone-white on the steering wheel, and his other hand, the one still shoved inside your panties, clutches your pussy.

"fuck,,, i'm—don't you dare stop" he snarls, his head snapping back against the headrest.

he begins to pulse in your mouth, heavy and hot. his hips jerk upward, forcing himself deeper into your throat as he finally breaks. you gag slightly, your eyes watering, but you don't pull away. you swallow around him, taking every thick, searing drop of his seed while he groans, a long and low sound of pure unadulterated release.

even as he cums, he doesn't stop moving his hand. he keeps rubbing you through the damp lace, his fingers twitching against your sensitive skin in a way that’s almost cruel, keeping you suspended right on the edge of a peak he has no intention of letting you climb.

"look at you" he breathes, his voice thick and wrecked as he slowly starts to come down from the high. he looks down at you, his thumb dragging one last, heavy time across your clit through the fabric. "covered in me, shaking like a leaf, and still so fucking needy... god, you’re pathetic."

he pulls his hand out of your underwear, his fingers glistening with your wetness, and wipes them slowly across your cheek.

"now sit up and fix yourself" he commands, his eyes returning to the road with that same entitled coldness. "we’re almost home, and i’m not done punishing you yet."

the sudden lack of contact feels like a physical blow. you slump against the seat, your core throbbing, your body screaming for the release he just snatched away.

"i didn't give you permission to cum" he says, his voice regaining that terrifying, calm edge. he doesn't even look at you, his eyes fixed on the glowing taillights of a car in the distance.

"are you serious?" you snap, the frustration in you rising to the surface despite the ache between your legs. you sit up, adjusting your tangled clothes with jerky, annoyed movements. "you can't just leave me like this. that’s not fair."

"unfair???" he repeats, an amused hum vibrating in his throat. "what's unfair is making me watch some pathetic guy touch your arm while you smirk at him. you’re gonna sit with that empty pussy all night."

"you’re such a dick" you mutter, crossing your arms and staring out the window, your leg bouncing with agitated energy.

"watch that mouth" he warns, though the corner of his lip twitches. he finally slows down and pulls the vehicle to a smooth stop right in front of your apartment complex.

the engine idles with a low rumble that feels like a mockery of the pulse still thrumming in your veins. you stay seated for a moment, glaring at the dashboard, waiting for him to reach over and finish what he started. but he just sits there, one hand casually draped over the top of the wheel, looking bored.

accepting that he won't be going back on his word, you huff, grabbing your bag and shove the door open. the cool night air hits your heated skin, making you shiver. you step out onto the pavement, ready to stomp up to your door and find a toy to handle the problem he wouldn't.

before you can shut the door, you look back. sunghoon is leaning back in his seat, his head tilted toward you. he cocks one eyebrow up, his expression one of pure, entitled arrogance—the look of a man who knows he won, who knows he has you completely wrapped around his finger. he doesn't say a word; he just waits, his eyes dropping pointedly to your lap.

you stare at him, your jaw tight. you want to flip him off and walk away, but the sheer gravity of his presence pulls at you. you let out a long dramatic sigh and roll your eyes so hard it hurts.

"god,, you're such a loser!" you hiss though there's no real heat in it.

reaching under your dress, you hook your fingers into the sides of your damp lace panties, shimmying them off down your legs, stepping out of them right there on the sidewalk. the silk-and-lace fabric is warm and heavy with your scent as you bunch it up and toss it through the open window.

the flimsy wet material almost lands right on his lap, sunghoon catching it, his fingers instantly curling around the fabric, bringing it up to his face to inhale the scent. he looks up at you, a slow predatory smirk spreading across his face.

"get inside" he commands softly, his voice dropping an octave. "and don't you dare touch yourself, baby. i'll know."

you let out a soft giggle, shaking your head as you fiddled with your phone on your lap. “you’re too nice, hoonie. seriously. sooha’s so lucky… you always do stuff like this.”

he let out a low chuckle, but you caught the way his fingers drummed against the steering wheel.  “yeah… lucky,” he muttered, glancing at the side mirror. 

the car fell into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the city slowly fading into quieter, familiar residential streets. you played with the hem of your top, suddenly hyper–aware of how casual you were wearing—with just a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt. 

sunghoon’s eyes kept drifting there when he thought you weren’t looking.

“you know,” you started, trying to ease the weird tension. it’s not like you weren’t close to sunghoon, but it’s not always that you were alone with him. “you really don’t have to keep picking me up. people might start thinking weird things.”

“yeah? like what?” he asked, glancing at you. 

you rolled your eyes, cheeks warming. you sunk deeper into the seat. “like… i don’t know—what if my friends think you’re some dude i’m seeing? they don’t know you’re dating my sister.” you giggled, a little nervous this time.

“and you’re too attentive. she’d probably tease me about it.”

sunghoon hummed, his right hand reaching for the half–empty water bottle in the cupholder. it’s so close to where your knee was. he took a sip, throat bobbing as he swallowed, eyes never really leaving the roat… but flicking to you every few seconds.

“so what if they think that?” he said casually, screwing the cap back on and putting the bottle down. “let them think you’ve got a sweet boyfriend who picks you up after class. they’d be jealous.”

you let out a soft laugh, turning to look at him. “boyfriend? you’re sooha’s boyfriend, hoonie.”

“details,” he murmured, tone playful but there was an edge to it now. he rested his right hand on the centre console, fingers drumming. “you said it yourself, they don’t know anything. and you…” he paused, glancing over at you. 

by the time he turned into your family’s neighbourhood, it was already late—close to 11. he parked his black sedan right in front of the house like always. the lights inside were off except the garden lights. 

“you don’t seem to mind me being attentive.”

your heart skipped and you instinctively pressed your thighs together, the fabric of the shorts rubbing itself together. you tried to ignore the warmth through you, but it was getting harder with every second you’re spending in his car.

“i never said that,” you mumbled, looking down at your hands in your lap. the car suddenly felt smaller and too intimate.

sunghoon leaned back in his seat, watching you. a beat of silence passed before he reached over and gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering against your jaw. 

“then why are you squeezing your thighs like that?” he asked quietly with a hum, almost amused. his thumb brushed your cheek once before he pulled back—agonisingly so.

you turned to look at him, cheeks burning, eyes doe with your bottom lip slightly puckered out. “...cause you make me nervous when you talk like that…” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. your fingers stayed on your lap, curling around the hem of your shorts.

sunghoon’s eyes darkened. how cute, he thought. without wasting any second, your sister’s boyfriend laced his fingers around your wrist, tugging you toward him. 

“c’mere,”

you unbuckled your seatbelt almost instantly and climbed over the console. sunghoon’s hands steadied on your waist as you settled on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs. the moment your bodies pressed together, you both let out a shaky breath. 

his hands slid up your thighs, fingertips slipping under the hem of your shorts. “i make you nervous?” sunghoon chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest and over your pussy. “that’s cute… considering how fast you climbed onto my lap.”

before you could reply, his hands moved higher, sliding under your shirt. he slowly pushed the fabric up, exposing your tummy, then higher—until your bra was visible. his gaze dropped to your chest, tongue wetting his lower lip.

“bite this, baby,” he hummed, bringing the hem of your shirt up to your lips where you caught the fabric between your teeth. “don’t want you making too much noise out here… unless you want your sister to know what we’re doing right in front of her house.”

your face burned.

sunghoon pulled the cups of your bra down, freeing your pretty tits with your nipples already perky. for a moment he just looked, thumbs brushing lightly under the curves, teasing. his palms were so warm in contrast to the coldness inside the car.

“so fuckin’ cute,” he murmured, leaning in. sunghoon pressed open–mouthed kisses along the swell of one breast before wrapping his lips around your nipple. he sucked gently at first, but quickly became harder, tongue flicking as his other hand kneaded and played with the other side, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers.

you whimpered into the shirt, hips instinctively rolling down against the hard bulge in his sweats. the wet heat of his mouth felt crazy—electric—and the cool night air on your skin wasn’t making it any better. 

“hngh—hoonie,” you moaned, tipping your head back. 

sunghoon pulled back just enough to blow cool air on your wet nipple, his lips brushed against your buds. he smirked when you shivered and got goosebumps on your skin. 

“look at you,” he whispered. “shirt’s up, tits out, grinding on your sister’s boyfriend like you can’t help it.” he gave your other nipple a slow lick, his index finger flicking your other wet nipple. sunghoon kissed your nipple, tugging the bud between his teeth. 

“you’re not even trying to hide how much you want this… so slutty.”

he gave your nipple a slow lick, then flicked it with his tongue. you gasped sharply, the sound muffled by the bunched up shirt between your teeth. sunghoon smirked before pulling back slightly and blowing a cool stream of air over your wet nipple again. the contrast made you shiver hard, back arching into his mouth.

gosh, you could squirt if he kept doing that…

he did it again on the other side—not wanting your pretty tits to feel left out—sucking until your nipple was swollen and sensitive, then blowing gently, watching with satisfaction as you trembled and whimpered on him. 

“so fucking sensitive tonight,” he murmured, tugging the bud between his teeth just enough to make your jolt and pussy tightened around nothing. “and so slutty… even though you act so innocent around me.”

you whined in protest, but your hips kept rolling against him, chasing the friction. sunghoon chuckled, one hand still playing with your tit while the other squeezed your ass.

he finally pulled your shirt out of your mouth—just to crash his lips against yours in a messy, hungry kiss. while you were distracted, he quickly unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. 

it was huge, long, hard, heavy, curvy, and already leaking as it slapped against his—and your—tummy. 

you broke the kiss first, breathing hard as you looked down at what’s tickling your belly button. your eyes widened and you instantly swallowed the lump in your throat. fuck, that’s huge as hell. there was no way that’d ever fit in you. 

sunghoon already had his hand wrapped around himself, stroking once, twice, while the other hand fiddled with your shorts like a horny teenager. with each stroke, his precum leaked out and trailed along and over his knuckles. 

“c’mon, baby,” he said, groaning as he wet himself with his cum. “ride me.”

you didn’t hesitate—holding onto his shoulders as you lifted your hips and slowly, slowly, sank down onto him. a broken moan left your lips as your sister’s boyfriend stretched you open, inch by inch, feeling every vein and the texture of his cock—until he was deep buried to the hilt inside of you. 

“jeeeeesuuusss,” he groaned, head falling back against the seat, hands gripping your waist tightly. you gasped as sunghoon filled you full, and if you weren't exaggerating shit—you swore you could feel him poking out of your tummy. 

“oh my gosh—so big, you’re so big,” you whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“fuck, you’re just so tight,” he breathed.

not wasting any time, you started moving after adjusting, rolling your hips first. your pussy fluttered around him, your juices making it easy to roll around. then, you began bouncing on his cock. 

the car creaked softly with every movement. “there you go,” sunghoon muttered, his hands guiding you and helping you find a rhythm as he thrust up to meet you in the middle. 

“that’s it,” he praised, voice strained. “ride it just like that, baby… good girl,” he continued, other hand moving to lift up your shirt. “right here in front of her house.” sunghoon leaned in and sucked on your nipple again, flicking his tongue while you moved faster on top of him. 

“hold up your shirt, baby. i wanna play with these girls.” 

you obeyed, grabbing the hem of your shirt and holding it up under your chin, fully exposing tits to him. everything felt so intense—fucking your sister’s boyfriend right in front of her house, the cool night air, the thrill. 

both of his hands cupped your tits, squeezing and kneading them as you rode him harder. he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers while thrusting up deeper, hitting that perfect gummy spot inside you every time.

you moaned louder, hips rolling and bouncing faster. the lewd, wet sounds of your soaked pussy taking his big cock rilled the car, mixing with both of your heavy breathing. the scent too—sex mixing with his cologne filling up your nostrils. 

“hoonie—more, more, oh my gosh, feels s’good,” you whimpered, leaning in to capture his lips. sunghoon raised his eyebrows for a split second before melting into the kiss, his fingers never leaving both your nipples—tugging and rolling them between his pads. 

the kiss was desperate and messy and wet. he tilted his head, slipping his tongue inside your mouth, licking and exploring like he owned it. you moaned against him, sucking on his tongue as your hips kept moving. the kiss quickly turned filthy—tongues sliding hot and wet against each other, lips sucking, teeth grazing, saliva mixing as you both breathed heavily through your noses.

“hah—” he moaned into your mouth, pulling back just enough to bite your bottom lip, tugging it before diving back in deeper. his tongue fucked your mouth in time with his thrusts, mimicking the way his cock was stretching your pussy.

you were a whimper mess into the kiss, the wet smacking sounds of your mouths almost as loud as the obscene noises coming from where your bodies were joined.

when you finally pulled away, a string of saliva connected your lips. his eyes were dark, pupils blown. and without warning—he suddenly slapped your tit. not too hard, but enough to make it bounce and string. 

you gasped. 

at that, sunghoon smirked then slapped the other one, watching them jiggle with every bounce of your hips. “fuck, these pretty tits,” he muttered, voice rough. he slapped them again, lighter this time, then immediately soothed them with his palms, squeezing and kneading them together—making your wet nipples kiss. 

“bouncing so nicely while you ride me… you love it when i play with them. mm?”

you nodded frantically, still holding your shirt up. your pussy tightened and squeezed his cock, making him groan deeply. his hands stayed on your breasts, gently massaging them now that they’ve turned red as you kept riding him. 

“tell me, baby,” he cooed sweetly against your ear. “say it. tell me how much you like it when i play with your tits like this. let me hear ya,” 

he thrust up to meet you, helping you to take him as his thumbs circled your nipples. 

you whimpered, the pleasure building rapidly fast inside. sunghoon kissed the side of your neck tenderly. “go on, use your big girl words while you’re creaming all over my cock.” he gave them a soft, affectionate squeeze. “tell hoonie how much you love it.”

your cheeks burned like crazy as you kept bouncing. “i—i love it… hoonie, hngh—i love when you play with my tits like this… fuck—i love it when you slap them… feels s’good…”

he groaned playfully in satisfaction and rewarded you by pinching both nipples and tugging them. “that’s my good girl,” he praised. “your tits are so much softer than your sister’s. ‘m always looking at them, you know?”

he chuckled, leaving open–mouthed kisses along your neck. the car rocked with your rhythm, windows completely fogged up now, trapping the heat and filthy sex scent inside.

you moaned at his comparison, clenching hard around his cock as you bounced faster, chasing that deep pleasure. “shit—hoonie…” you whimpered, hips grinding down every time you sank onto him. 

he suddenly grabbed your waist with both hands and started thrusting harder, tip kissing your cervix with powerful strokes. the wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. 

“c’mere, baby,” he breathed, pulling you down into a kiss. 

everything intensified—deep, hungry tongues sliding against each other as he kept pounding into you. one of his hands slid back up to grope your tit, the other gripped your ass to spread you wider so he could fuck you better.

you were moaning, turning sloppy and desperate as your climax built fast.

sunghoon broke the kiss just enough to pant against your lips, forehead pressed to yours. “you’re close, aren’t you? i can feel you squeezing me so fuckin’ tight… cum for me, princess. cum on your sister’s boyfriend’s cock.”

he captured your lips again, kissing you as he thrust up relentlessly. his thumb flicking your nipples in time with his strokes.

with that—your orgasm hit you hard. you cried aloud into his mouth, body shaking as your pussy clenched and pulsed around him. sunghoon groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through the kiss. he fucked you through it, hips suttering until he, himself—

buried so deep and came hard.

thick, warm, ropes and spurts of cum flooded inside you, filling you up as he kept kissing through his orgasm. his lips sucked on yours while his hands roamed your body, groping your tits like stress balls.

“hngh—uwah, fuck…” you panted. you both stayed like that for a long moment, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, bodies sweaty and trembling. his cock twitched inside you as the last drops of him cum leaked out, your pussy still fluttering.

sunghoon finally pulled back, lips swollen, eyes hazy with pleasure. he gave your tits one last squeeze then kissed you softly and sweetly. 

“fuck… you’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispered. 

knock. knock. knock.

a sharp tap on the driver’s side window made both of you freeze. 

your eyes widened in pure panic. sunghoon’s head snapped toward the window, his body going rigid underneath. 

“shit—” he hissed. you scrambled off his lap in record time, heart hammering in your chest. cum was already leaking down your thighs as you pulled your shorts and panties back into place. sunghoon tucked himself back into his pants while you only managed to yank your shirt down and fixed your hair.

sunghoon rolled the window down and there—stood sooha, your older sister, sunghoon’s girlfriend with a confused smile on her face. she tilted her head, looking between the two of you.

“hey… did you just arrive? why aren’t you coming inside?” she asked, glancing at the completely fogged up windows. 

you forced a bright, nervous smile, praying your voice didn’t shake. “just about to!” you answered quickly. your cheeks were flushed, and you were sitting on sunghoon’s cum. “i was telling sunghoon about my day and we… lost track of time.”

sunghoon nodded, smiling. “yeah.”

sooha nodded, her lips formed into a small ‘o’. then, she raised her eyebrow. “why does it feel so… muggy in here?” she asked, waving her hand in front of her face as if she could feel the thick air even from outside.

“it smells kinda weird. did you guys have the heater on full blast?”

your heart nearly stopped and you squeezed your thighs together instinctively, trying not to let sunghoon’s cum drip while your sister was standing right there.

sunghoon let out a chuckle, resting his arm casually on the window. “yeah, the ac went crazy. had to turn everything off and wait it out,” he lied so smoothly it almost pissed you off. “it got pretty warm.”

sooha hummed, nodding. “hmm… alright. well, hurry up and come inside, yn. it’s getting late—” she gave you a smile before turning to her boyfriend with a different kind of smile on her face. “—and thank you baby, for bringing her home.”

she leaned to place a kiss on his cheek before turning and heading toward the front door. 

the second she was far enough away, sunghoon turned to you—in which you quickly placed a kiss on his lips with the window down. his expression melted into that filthy look again. 

“don’t be jealous, baby,” he chuckled, pressing his lips against yours. “i’ll take you home every week, alright?”

you nodded, smiling.

“—and we don’t have to tell sooha you’re coming back.”