Mina

divider @ suupersonic

you hum along to the song blasting from your earbuds and tap your finger to the beat, looking out the window and enjoying the city view.

you were moving to the big city, forcing a new chapter in your life hoping it will do you some good. and although you were at constant war with your own brain because of this decision, it was too late to turn back now.

you had already found a place to stay, with a roommate.

living on your own would be much too expensive, you browsed and browsed looking for a hidden gem, but nothing. up until you found an actual affordable apartment, with the perfect location on top of that!

you didn’t think to care about the space of the actual apartment, what mattered is that it was a place where all your favorite spots were in close distance, and it was nearby your potential future job, there was just one extra add-on.

you didn’t necessarily want a roommate, the process seemed too complicated, people are too.. weird.. it’s easier to struggle alone, not having anyone around to accommodate, but this opportunity was too good to pass up, especially considering the split was in your favor, it being much lower than one might expect.

so you took the deal, messaging the person to set things up with dread in your heart.

and what made the feeling even worse was that this roommate was a guy.

of course.

but.. he seemed nice, you two chatted over the phone, of course planning the move, and met when you visited the place.

as expected it was small, actually smaller than you envisioned—2 bedroom 1 bath, but you're sure it’ll all be fine. sungchan, the roommate, seemed okay, too much enthusiasm for your liking but it’ll do.

though the meet ups were.. awkward. obviously your fault, but you can’t help it, the timid feeling just always creeps up on you when hanging with other people.

you hated it, but it’s not like you can control it. since being a kid you were always the stereotypical ‘shy’ one, never able to hold eye contact and quick to end conversation. it was frustrating, and even made you feel pitiful, but maybe with this move something could change for the better.

you met with sungchan a few times to move all your stuff in, him being kind to move the majority of it for you and trying his best to create conversation, but it always failed. god you couldn’t even look into his eyes when he was looking, always fidgeting with your hands to keep you calm.

thankfully he never seemed too annoyed about it, never pushing you too much and knowing when to stop, if only you could verbalize your gratitude.

anyways, it was finally time for you to kiss your hometown goodbye for the last time as you sit on this subway with your last suitcase snuggled in your lap, clutching it for comfort as you continue to tap your finger along with the song.

you knock on his door and he practically opens it immediately, your grip on your suitcase becoming tighter already. “hey y/n! you were making me nervous for a second, it’s pretty late” sungchan smiled, holding the door wide open for you.

“uh yeah.. sorry..” you nervously chuckled as an attempt to be ‘normal’.

“do you need any help?”

“no no i’m fine, thanks..” you quickly replied as you swiftly headed to your room. before you got the chance to shut the door fully, sungchan said, his voice similar to a shout, “are you sure?”

you can’t even utter words this time, only just giving a thumbs up with a meek smile then almost slamming the door shut.

the very next morning you got up bright and early hoping you had a chance of avoiding your new roommate, but luck was never on your side.

as soon as the sun hit, you got ready to grab some groceries, not only as a ‘thanks’ but also because the man had nothing appetizing in the fridge.. but when you quietly opened your door there he was standing outside of his in a fitted tank top and baggy sweatpants.

you awkwardly froze seeing him, his room being right next to yours was quite unfortunate. “oh hey y/n! what are you doing this early?”

you clear your throat, forcing your eyes to hit the ground, “nothing really..” you mumbled, swiftly walking away to the living room to grab the extra key.

“sorry to bother you, morning gym guy you know, starting the day off right” sungchan sweetly clarifies, him already in your vicinity again.

a heat wave embarrassingly starts to raise, burning your face the closer he gets. all you could do is hum in response and shove the key in your purse, jiggling the front door knob open with pace.

he walks out right up behind you, locking it up with ease so he could remain close, “you need a ride?”

“that’s okay, thank you” your voice so quiet you’re shocked he even heard you. “are you sure?” “y-yeah yeah um have fun..!” you at least try to speak with confidence before picking up the pace, waving him off without even turning to look his way.

“you sure you got it?” your uber driver asked as you had all the bags tautly lined up on each arm. you wanted to be honest, the extremely heavy plastic bags basically cutting off your circulation, but your head was already shaking no.

“i’m fine thanks..” you huff. the driver didn’t hesitate, accepting your answer and immediately driving off. you were out for an hour and a half, maybe doing some over shopping, not thinking you’d actually have to take these bags all by yourself.

you weakly walked to the apartment entrance, thanking god his unit was on the ground floor, practically dragging yourself through the hallway.

you let the bags hit the floor, sliding down against the wall to rest once you reached his door. you sit there for a moment, catching your breath and messaging the red lines appearing on your forearms.

you didn’t know how long you were relaxing for, but it was obviously for too long as you turned to see sungchan coming around the corner, him on his phone with headphones on, key swinging in hand—sweat drenching his entire shirt.

you quickly tried to get up before he could notice, but the speed made you half trip over the groceries, stepping on what sounded like a cardboard box, it making a crunch sound, “shit..”

sungchan looks up and immediately picks up his pace, moving the headphones down to his neck, “are you locked out?”

“no no, just..” you breathed out as you were trying to pick up all the bags again.

“let me see,” he says, grabbing most of the bags without your permission. “you could’ve told me you were shopping, i would’ve helped”

you didn’t respond, the timid embarrassing feeling making you mute. he unlocks the door and pushes it open with his back, him standing there waiting for you to enter first. when you realize, you quickly rush past him, “sorry..”

you both lay the bags on the kitchen counter, sungchan immediately pulling things out and putting them in their proper places.

did i mention this place was small?

there was no way to walk around him. in this extremely narrow kitchen there he stood tall between the counter and the fridge, blocking your chance of leaving without asking.

to avoid your nerves from taking over, you just copy him, making the process quicker.

“what happened” he chuckled, holding a crushed box of cereal. the box busted at the bottom, half of the product in the plastic bag.

“i um.. i don’t know” you almost whisper, feeling his burning stare on the side of your face.

he doesn’t push, leaving the box in the bag and throwing it away, finishing with stocking the kitchen. he finally leaves and heads to his bedroom.

when his door clicks you let out a sigh, feeling lightheaded from practically holding your breath, he looked so good all sweaty.. you push your thoughts away, quickly uploading your last bag before sprinting to your room.

but of course, before you fully emerged, sungchan walks back out again, making eye contact with you.

you immediately divert your gaze to the floor, watching his black shoes squeak on the hardwood, “gonna use the bathroom real quick, okay?”

you just nod and smile, shutting the door and finally relaxing your shoulders.

you didn’t chat with him for the rest of the day, hearing his movements all around the place as you rotted in your bed, doom searching through your laptop, thinking about him..

unexpectedly you hear a light knock on your door, making you notice it was getting late, almost 10PM.

you scurried off the bed and opened the door with a crack. “you okay?”

“yeah..” you nod, then allowing your head to immediately drop, noticing his change of clothes. he wore dark flared denim and slightly chunky leather shoes. you could guess it cost him a lot for those pair.

“well i’m gonna bring a friend over, is that fine with you?” you frantically nod, giving him a ‘mhmm’ as a response. the both of you continue to stand, you awkwardly waiting for him to leave or do something, but he just continues to stand there.

you know he’s staring, but your brain won’t allow you to look up. you were unable to picture his expression, hoping he wasn’t annoyed..

finally you see his body move. “see ya.. text me if you need anything” sungchan murmured as he leisurely walked away. you close the door quickly, finally able to breathe.

gosh.. when he said he was going to bring a friend over you didn’t think he’d be gone for this long. you’ve been avoiding leaving the room, afraid that he’d come with his ‘friend’ while you’re out, but it’s already been over an hour and you haven’t even showered yet.

you took a chance and sneaked to the kitchen to grab fuel first, your stomach practically eating itself, but once you got there you were taken aback.

a fresh new box of cereal sitting pretty on the counter, the same brand you tragically killed that morning. the flustered feeling only lasted a second before the front door knob started to jiggle. of course.

you took the box and darted to your room, making it just in time. sungchan’s footsteps were heavy and irregular, sounding as if he’s continuously stumbling and stopping, his friend doing the same, but their footsteps have more of a ‘click’ noise.

as they get closer to around your door you hear it, kissing, oh god..

you quickly turn to switch your lamp off, hoping he’d think you’re already asleep.

they open his door and you can assume they’re in his room, but it doesn’t matter, you hear everything.

the thin wall between the bedrooms doesn't muffle a single sound. and to make matters worse his bed is right up against yours, the frames might as well be touching.

you move underneath your covers, covering your face with the blanket hoping it’ll help, but it doesn’t.

god! what roommate does this??? they might as well be moaning and groaning in your ear.

but.. your brain can’t help but to focus on sungchan.. his groans are low, and he sounds rough—the woman making no effort to be quiet.

a pang feeling forms in your stomach, your thighs involuntarily pushing together.

the bed creaks as he speaks dirty, his voice so low you can’t hear everything he’s saying with the girl's whines overpowering. oh to be her..

you swear your mind is playing tricks as you start to fantasize, desperately needing to be in her position.

you couldn’t resist anymore, your hand reaching down and pressing against your embarrassingly soaked panties. you close your eyes, sighing at the pressure, almost immediately giving in and pushing past them, letting your fingers run through your folds.

you circle your clit—the louder they get the faster you go, imagining you were the one beneath him, feeling his hands all over your body.

you let out a soft yet guttural moan before quickly slapping your hand over your mouth. then something weird happens.

immediately after you slip up, the girl's sounds get muffled—either sungchan’s hand covers her mouth or her face is against a pillow—which makes his noises much more prevalent.

you don’t think much of it, too busy trying to get off as his voice becomes more raspy, his moans becoming more desperate. the sound of his rough thrusts almost taking you there, your mind becoming careless as you let muffled moans escape.

but they stop.

the girl letting out one final cry while sungchan hits one last thrust, the bed screeching at their body weight as they fall.

so you stop immediately. your stomach drops and the harsh feeling of guilt and embarrassment overpowers as you listen to the sound of their pants—ultimately turning you off.

how embarrassing.. you think as you immediately jump off the bed. he won’t take a shower right now, right? you take the risk anyways and sneak out your room, sprinting to the bathroom and locking it shut.

you sigh, disappointed at yourself, wanting to scrub your fingers till they were squeaky clean.

the very next day after a long restless night sleep, you finally got up, a pretty late start for your day but when does it matter.

you peak through your door to assume nobody is around, complete silence filling the space.

you head to the kitchen, putting the cereal you didn’t even get the chance to eat last time on the counter, opening it.

at the sound of the cardboard opening, a figure moves on the couch and you freeze. the girl.

she had swiftly gotten off the phone and sat up straight, only relaxing when she saw the sound was coming from you.

“oh hey!!” the blonde barbie says while getting up, then she walks towards you, “you must be the new ‘shy’ roommate he keeps talking about”

you stay silent for a minute before forcing yourself to greet, “yeah um.. that’s me”

“wow you really are awkward,” she giggles sweetly, “i won’t bother you anymore, i was just about to leave” she says as she walks behind you to open the fridge, grabbing a drink then heading to the front door.

“you’re very pretty by the way!” she beams before yanking the door open.

“t-thanks, you too!” your voice shakes but the sincerity is there. the girl smiles and giggles softly before closing the door shut, leaving the apartment.

when she leaves your face frowns, the guilt brutally coming back.. but you try your hardest to let it go, that won’t ever happen again, right…?

wrong.

you didn’t even get to see sungchan that day. you went out to do your duties and came back just to hoard yourself away in your room again, hearing his movements through the place once he finally got back.

you showered ahead of time to avoid complications, spending the rest of your time just rotting.

when it became night, he knocked on the door, but the embarrassment of the memory wouldn’t allow you to open it this time.

“y-yes?” you speak through the door, standing right behind it. “you alright?”

“yeah..” you can see his shadow through the gap from the bottom of the door, he doesn’t move.

“thanks..” you utter, wondering why he was still here. “for?”

“the um.. the cereal.. t-thank you” you tried to speak as loud as you could, but the results were quiet, pathetic.

“anytime, night” he says before finally moving to his room. every time you spoke with him it was like swallowing needles.. how embarrassing.

you let out a frustrated sigh and rub your face with both hands, then jumped into bed, swiftly turning the lamp off.

you lay on your side, tucking your hand underneath the pillow and pushing your knees closer to your chest, forcing your eyes shut. but you can’t fall asleep, your mind kept getting easily distracted.

sungchan’s movements are hard to ignore, especially when he’s been on your mind all day..

you hear the rustle of the sheets and his exhausted breaths, the frame hitting the wall every time he switches positions.

his breathing seemed so loud, as if you’re both in the same bed, your brain imagining what it’s like to feel his body heat next to you.

you were never a strong soldier, temptation always consuming you, a slave to your desires—so you let your hand slide down and slip underneath your panties, immediately stroking your hot core lazily.

you were so desperate—trusting into your own hand needing to release this, tiny pathetic whimpers slipping out. “fuck..” you curse to yourself, trying to muffle yourself with the pillow, but you were too concentrated to be 100% aware of how loud you might've been.

but it didn’t matter, unfortunate minutes went by and still nothing. so you stop, letting out a defeated sigh, embarrassment making your face heat up as you get up, needing to desperately scrub the slick off your hand.

the following morning, sungchan didn’t go to the gym, leaving him to spend the day rotting on the couch. you just had to go grab something to eat, your stomach cramping from hunger, so you sucked it up and swiftly went to the kitchen, trying to go unnoticed.

but he noticed, even with the loud tv muting your steps.

he was too enthralled with his movie to look back at you, but he still spoke—his elbow resting on the arm of the couch while his hand held his face, “how is your morning”

“okay” you took a minute to reply, pouring you a bowl and swiftly moving towards your room. but his voice stops you again.

“sorry if i was loud the other night” he finally looks away from the screen, leaning his head back on the back cushion, forcing eye contact with a sly look.

you quickly divert your gaze, your face getting hot, “um i-i went to bed right after you left..” you practically squeaked.

he just hums, then smirks, then lifts his head, finally looking back at the tv.

you stood there for only a moment, feet glued to the hardwood before rushing back to your room, ignoring sungchan for the rest of the day.

the past couple of weeks have been a repetitive cycle—a constant effort to avoid sungchan, him bringing the girl over twice a week to fuck, going into work every morning after somehow getting through the final interview, and every night feeding into your guilty pleasure..

hearing what he does, how he sleeps, how he fucks.. how are you to resist when the knot in your stomach gets tighter as the days go by, your core aching every time you feel his presence.

but there was no point in weakly giving in, because you could never ‘get there’.. always feeling embarrassed for even trying.

and with that, the guilt got worse every day. it ate at you, making it more debilitating to even acknowledge sungchan’s existence whenever he’d ask simple questions.

and today, the turmoil was really bothering you.

you get off of a tiring day of work at 3PM, feeling a bit overwhelmed this time by it. and seeing sungchan of course didn’t help at all.

you try to walk to your room fast but he says something, he always does, “you okay?”

tears start to fill your eyes, but you don’t allow them to fall. you just nod and keep walking, maybe closing your door harder than you’d like.

when the door clicked, the tears finally fell, all the insecure emotions taking over you, the regret and homesickness feeling the worst they’ve ever felt.

you try your hardest to suck it up after hearing a soft knock, but the water won’t stop flowing.

“what’s wrong y/n..? is it work?” he spoke softly through the door, sounding a bit hesitant. you try to play it off, but you’re a terrible liar, “i-i’m okay! it’s fine..”

you stand, back pressed against the door, breathing yourself calm for at least ten minutes, now desperately needing to unwind in the shower.

you get the usual, clothes etc before opening the door and almost walking out before you stumble over your own feet, genuinely shocked to see sungchan still there, the closeness causing him to tower over you.

when opening the door your head shot up, looking directly into his eyes with your teary ones. you both stare at each for a moment, you even more shocked to realize you’ve been holding eye contact, but you soon jump back into reality, the intimation getting you.

you tense up, looking down hoping he’d just move, but he doesn’t, instead speaking cautiously, “are you okay..?”

you nod, now getting the urge to shut the door.

“well i am here for you y/n.. even though we still don’t know each other haha..” he chuckles awkwardly, the corny attempt at comfort causing you to breathe out a laugh of your own.

“i really like having you around y/n.” the statement makes you feel nervous, but weirdly not in a bad way. you look up just for a second and nod, putting your head back down and forcing yourself to respond, “thanks.. same with you. or- uh i-i feel the same.. about.. you being around..”

your face gets hot, even hotter when he chuckles again, “well it is my apartment, but i’ll leave you alone”

sungchan opens his door and walks away. you can only make your way to the bathroom when his door is completely closed, you almost running to the next door over.

later that day you did the same as always, bed rotting till midnight struck. you’ve been hiding in your room all day but was there any point? you hadn’t heard sungchan’s movements at all, confused whether or not he was still here or left during your midday shower.

but you were too scared to check, so you rolled into bed and switched off your lamp.

but you’re alert. unable to sleep. watching the hours go by.

you tossed and turned, trying every sleep position, but nothing worked. the complete silence making you uneasy.

you eventually even put your ear to the wall, trying to listen inside his room, but it sounded so unusual, so silent.

you listened hard before something startled you out of your focus, the scare making your heart pound.

and even though you were extremely uneasy, you still felt a bit comforted to hear a knock on the door. you walk to it apprehensively, holding the knob for what felt like forever before finally opening it.

there he was, standing tall in a regular off white tee and dark colored sweatpants. his hair looked a bit damp, you wondering where he went to take a shower if not here.

before speaking he just stares with an odd unreadable look, causing you to of course let your head fall.

“did i wake you?” you shake your head no and wait. and wait. and wait. he doesn’t say anything else but his feet still stand, not moving a single inch.

you slowly raise your head, confused and timid, wondering why he’s even here.

you grip onto the door knob for comfort, your eyes going everywhere as his dark glare continues to steadily fixate on you.

“so why are you still up?” sungchan finally noted, taking a step closer, a wicked grin slowly growing.

“uh n-no reason..” you try to take a step back but with every step taken he just gets closer, unable to get distance.

his aroma was faint but noticeable, mixed with a girly body wash and alcohol.

“why aren’t you doing it tonight?” he raises a brow, looking a bit humored at your expression. your face feels like it’s going to melt off, your eyes dropping to the floor feeling the need to cry from the embarrassment. “i- uh.. i don’t..”

“do you think i’m fucking stupid?” he cuts into your desperate attempt to respond, chuckling right at you, “don’t pretend like you didn’t know.. so fucking whiny through that thin wall.. fucking yourself at the thought of me.”

tears flow down your face, god why is this happening.. you practically tremble where you stand.

sungchan puts a hand on your chin, forcing it up so you can see his dark lustful gaze. the height difference was almost scary, his broad body the only thing in your vision. your tearful eyes continued to drop.

“god you’re so pretty when you cry..” he breathes out, his eyes going from your tear stained cheeks to your quivering lips.

he forces a kiss on you, his tongue immediately pressing past your barrier making you taste the faint alcohol as he slides his hand to your tiny neck, adding pressure, his thumb dragging up and down. his other hand grips onto your waist, pulling you flush against him, you stumbling over your feet at the force.

you grip onto his shirt for support, a moan slipping out of you, quiet and desperate as he practically eats your face—sungchan takes his time at it, forcing his tongue deeper after every slow kiss, always letting it linger.

“say it right now and i’ll give you what you need,” he whispers against your lips while resting his forehead on your, “tell me you want it.”

you somehow cling onto his shirt even harder, tugging it lightly with your eyes closed. “say it.” he repeats, sounding more demanding than before. you try to force it out, but your nerves are everywhere.

“i.. i- shit..” you put your head down, squeezing your thighs together hard.

he moves both his hands to your shoulders, shoving you down into your bed and quickly crawls on top of you, your hands landing on the sides of your head, “it’s fucking pathetic you can’t even speak for yourself, you know that?”

“ ‘m sorry..” your voice almost inaudible, your thighs clenching even harder, more tears escaping without your command.

“do i have to force words out of you from now on?” sungchan growls, his lips darting for your neck.

whimpers flow out of your mouth, your brain fuzzy, unsure if this is actually happening. he sounded so nice.. his breathing and noises that land on your ear really could make you cum on the spot.. something that you’ve been trying to achieve for the longest.

a hand moves underneath your shirt to grip your bare boob, palming it, it fitting so perfectly in his hand. “god this is the most desperate you’ve ever sounded..” he muffles into your neck while squeezing your nipple, your soft whine becoming more louder.

the hand slowly slides down your body, him teasing with the waistband of your pants. “say it y/n.”

you huff, your voice trembling as you try to concentrate, “i need..”

you sigh as his hand fully slips underneath your pants, his fingers hovering over your slit, “i’m waiting.”

“i-i need you.. pl-please..”

his fingers press onto your clit over your drenched panties causing you give a high pitched moan. he circles through the wet fabric with perfect rhythm, his other hand tangling into your hair, gripping it.

he lifts and hovers his face right above yours, watching your contorting face with pleasure, “my poor baby needed this huh..”

you nod maybe a bit too eager, biting your lip as you try to muffle your sobs. your hips start to move against him, your temptations making you do the brave act.

“so fucking needy.. fuck..” he huffs into your face, his pace getting faster. the puddle somehow grows even more, your chest heaving at the contact.

“you wanted me to come and fuck you huh, fuck you like the attention seeking slut you are..” he slips his hand past your panties and immediately pumps two fingers into your core with no hesitation. you couldn’t resist anymore, letting all the cries and moans slip out as you sink into the bed, your body lightly shaking at the pleasure.

with every hit his pace increases and he gets deeper, curling his fingers perfectly. you cry out his name while arching your back, your head tilted back pressing against the mattress.

your hands dart to grip his shoulders hard as a rippling feeling shot through your spine. soft whines and squelching noises filled the room as you tensed up, your walls tightening around his fingers, his pace never slowing as he finger fucks you through it.

sungchan breathed out words in your face with a smug look as the overstimulation was getting to you, your whines getting even louder and your body tightening up, your legs quivering as he just kept going, enjoying his view.

“i can’t believe you actually thought i’d never hear you weeping every night.. getting turned on every time i fucked my girl.. rushing to the bathroom after failing to get yourself off.. can you do anything for yourself?..”

sungchan finally stops, showing you mercy when he finally takes his fingers out, you gasping at the loss, “you don’t have to worry about doing things by yourself anymore y/n..”

he pushes you farther into the middle of the bed than grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head for you and tossing it next to you. he quickly does the same, throwing his shirt on the floor.

he darts to your breast, taking one in his mouth while kneading the other, his tongue swirling around your nipple. his hot breath sends shivers down your spine, your pussy already aching again.

he alternates continuously, adding sucking and occasionally nips, practically toying with your tits. as if the overstimulation wasn’t already enough, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, the constant feeling of sensation making you tear up more.

sungchan rises from your chest and lets both his hands travel down your pants and panties that are still laid soaked against you, the wet fabric hugging your skin. he shoves the clothes down your legs and disregards them as well, leaving you completely bare.

you almost immediately cover your face with your arms, nervous of what he’ll say and how you look.

he stares at your body for long seconds before moving both hands to the sides of your waist, squeezing it then massaging it up and down.

he then lowers again as his hands slithered up to your arms, pushing them away then pinning them above your head, “why are you crying?”

he doesn’t even give you the chance to answer—not like you were going to anyways—kissing you soft, letting you breathe between each one.

he starts to grind against you, his sweat still on though you can feel how hard he was, finally noticing that he couldn’t be wearing boxers, his length making your breathing slightly erratic.

“you know when i fuck her i think about you..” he breathes out as he interlocks his hands with yours, your thighs trying to clench together again while he continues to hump slowly.

finally, he lets one hand drag down to his pants, quickly springing out his cock in a swift motion to let it kiss your clit, dragging himself to mix his pre cum with your wetness.

your breathing pitches, soft moans slipping through as you try to stifle them, you humming at the contact.

he teases your entrance, pushing the tip in and out, the movement very deliberate, “i’ve been thinking about this all day..” he voice low, sinister.

unexpectedly, he pulls away then completely flips you on your stomach, forcing your hips high then presses your face deep into the mattress, cheek against the blanket, a hand wrapping around the nape of your neck. he lines himself swiftly then without hesitation slams into your sopping pussy.

you grip the blanket as hard as you could, the stretch making you see dots, your sob getting muffled because of the position. you immediately clench around him as he keeps thrusting hard, not super fast but not gentle.

his other hand digs into your hip as he guides and controls you, fucking you deeper and deeper, the angle unforgiving. you weep and moan, more and more tears breaking through, tiny puddles forming by your face.

“you’re so small.. so tight.. f-fuck..” he murmured, his speed picking up. he slides his hand from your neck to your hair, grabbing a hand full and yanking it, forcing your head up.

you wince and sob more from the pain, your stomach getting tighter. the sound of sungchan’s heavy pants and the wet slaps bouncing off the walls making you want to release.

you cry out curses, your brain trying to form a coherent sentence, “sun-.. sh-shit.. ’m gonna..”

he gives you one last hard thrust before stopping, gripping your ass before pulling out completely, turning you over back on your back.

“fuck you’re so pretty..” he pants as he pulls your weak legs up over his shoulders, a hand wiping your tears, caressing your face.

you can’t stop whimpering, even without the feel of him inside you.

he grabs your shirt and quickly balls it up, shoving it in your mouth. he lines back up, the sensitivity causing you to tremble bad. a hand holds onto your ankle while the other finds support on your neck, his large hand wrapping around and squeezes it just perfectly all before sliding into you again.

his rhythm stayed consistent, hitting deep and hard while progressing the pace. you let out all your cries, not holding back since the shirt muffles your voice—the shirt getting a wet spot from the saliva.

sungchan stares hard onto your teared stained face, more escaping through your wet lashes, a light red color spread across your face. he groans, his voice shaky, “feel good..?”

you quickly nod, not caring anymore how eager it may looked.

“let me feel you baby.. do it..” that’s all it takes for your body to grip onto him, eyes rolling shut, you going stiff as your legs twitch against him. this second orgasm was so much more intense than the first, your moans getting caught in your throat while your vision was going white, dizziness and exhaustion taking over.

but he keeps pounding his hips against you, getting close to his own high.

he groans loudly and curses when he feels your grip, his rhythm finally becoming unsteady, “fuck y/n.. y/n.. such a fucking slut on my cock.. fuck you’re so pretty like this..”

sungchan finally gives you one last slam before holding, letting a whimper out as he fills you with a warm wave of cum. the grip on your neck gets tighter as he concentrates, making your vision even whiter.

after he comes down he lets go, moving his hands to rub down both your legs before moving them down. he takes out the shirt from your mouth for you and tiredly gets on top of you and lays on you, his head finding comfort in the curve of your neck, his arms caging your head—he never pulled out, cum overflowing around his cock.

your both are a breathing mess, your body limp, the sensitivity and exhaustion making you not care about his body weight crushing you.

he starts to stroke your cheek gently, kissing your neck while speaking, “i can help you with anything you know..” his voice horse, slurred, almost like he’s about to fall asleep, “stop being so shy.. i can take care of you..”

i appreciate you for your time and i love all the support ive been getting on my stuff thank you ILY ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩) have a great day/nightᝰ.ᐟ

the curtain was pulled back slowly.

there he was. sungchan.

he was already shirtless, his broad chest glistening in the damp air. he wasn't even pretending to be an accident; he was just standing there, looking you up and down with that dark, obsessed gaze you'd seen a million times in the living room.

"sungchan? get out! what are you doing?" you scrambled to cover yourself, your voice trembling.

he didn't move. instead, he stepped into the tub with you, his large frame making the shower stall feel tiny. he didn't care that he was getting his jeans wet. he just reached out, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you toward him.

"shh. i saw your brother leave" he whispered, his voice deep and vibrating against your ear. "i’ve been waiting for this for a long time. you knew i was coming eventually, didn't you?"

"no—please, just go—"

you tried to push at his chest, but he didn't even budge. he was like a brick wall. he just smiled, a small, creepy tilt of his lips as he used his free hand to pin both of your wrists against the tiled wall above your head.

"you always act like you hate me" he mocked, leaning down so his nose brushed against yours. "acting all disgusted whenever i look at you but you're shaking so hard right now. is it because you're scared, or because you finally got what you wanted?"

the water was pouring over both of you, making it hard to breathe. he pressed his body flush against yours, his weight pinning you into the corner.

"i've watched you for years" he groaned, his eyes dropping to your lips. "i know all your little habits. i know exactly how you look when you think nobody's watching. and now i get to see how you look when you're mine."

you shook your head, a sob catching in your throat, but his grip only tightened.

"don't cry. you're too pretty to cry" he hissed, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. "just stay still and let me have you. if you're good, maybe i won't tell your brother how much you liked this."

he didn't wait for an answer. he just captured your mouth in a kiss that tasted like salt and steam, his hands moving to your waist to hoist you up, making sure you knew exactly how little power you had against him.

you tried to shove at his shoulders, your palms slipping against his wet skin, but it was like trying to move a mountain. he didn't even flinch. he just gripped your chin harshly, his fingers digging into your jaw to tilt your head back so he could stay connected to your lips. it was a bruising, messy kiss that tasted like the peppermint soap and the hot spray of the shower.

"stop... sungchan, stop" you managed to gasp out when he pulled back just an inch, your chest heaving.

he didn't say a word. he just looked at you with those dark, blown-out eyes, his expression completely blank and scary. he reached down with his free hand, fumbling with the button of his jeans. he didn't care that they were soaked through and heavy; he just kicked them off right there in the tub, letting them heap at your feet like lead.

"your brother has plenty of clothes i can borrow" he muttered, his voice sounding so casual it made your skin crawl. "i'm not in any rush to leave."

you shook your head, your hands coming up to his chest again to try and create some space, but you could feel your own resolve starting to slip. the heat of the water and the sheer weight of him pressing you into the tiles was starting to make your head swim. maybe you weren't pushing as hard as you should have been.

"look at you" he hissed, a small, mean smirk pulling at his mouth as he noticed your hands faltering. "you're barely even trying anymore. you like that it's me, don't you? the creepy friend you're supposed to hate."

he didn't wait for an answer. he hooked his arms under your thighs and hoisted you up in one swift motion, your back hitting the cold wall as he forced your legs to wrap around his waist. you let out a sharp gasp, your fingers digging into his wet shoulders for balance.

he started grinding against you right there, the friction of his skin against yours sending a jolt through your entire body. he was so much bigger than you, his broad frame blocking out the rest of the world until all you could see was him.

"stay still" he commanded, his voice dropping into that deep, scary register.

you whimpered, your head falling back against the tile as he positioned himself. you tried to shake your head one last time, a weak protest dying in your throat, but he just leaned in and bit your earlobe, hard enough to make you hiss.

"too late to change your mind now" he groaned, his grip on your hips tightening until it was almost painful. "you're finally exactly where i've wanted you for years. and i'm not letting you go until i'm done."

he didn't listen. he just gripped your waist with both hands, his large fingers digging into your skin until it bruised, and shoved himself all the way inside you in one heavy, unrelenting motion. a choked-out scream left your throat, muffled by the sound of the water hitting the tile.

"fuck— sungchan stop— it hurts— too big—" you sobbed, your hands desperately pushing against his wet shoulders to try and create even an inch of space.

he didn't even flinch. he just cooed at you, a low, mocking sound that made your skin crawl. "shh, shh. you're okay. you're just tight because you're scared," he whispered, his voice sounding disturbingly calm while he started to move.

he was manhandling you so easily, using his sheer size to keep you pinned against the cold wall while he bounced you up and down on him. every time your weight came back down, he met you with a harsh, upward thrust that made your head snap back against the tile.

"look at you, crying like a baby" he muttered, a dark, obsessed smile spreading across his face as he watched your tears mix with the shower water. "you've been acting so tough in front of your brother, but you're so small once I actually get my hands on you."

you whined, your voice breaking as you tried to turn your head away, but he just caught your chin again, forcing you to look at him. he wanted to see the exact moment you broke.

"it hurts because you're fighting it" he groaned, his breath hot against your neck as he picked up the pace. "stop fighting me and just take it. you know you've been curious about what the 'creepy' friend would do to you. well, now you know."

his movements were blunt and powerful, his broad chest thumping against yours with every hit. you were completely at his mercy, your legs shaking where they were hooked around his waist, your strength completely gone.

"you're so loud" he saidd, leaning in to bite at the skin of your shoulder. "i bet the neighbors can hear you. i bet they know exactly what's happening in here."

he didn't slow down for a second. if anything, your whining only made him more aggressive. he hitched your legs higher over his waist, tilting your hips at an angle that let him hit your g-spot with every single blunt, heavy thrust. the sensation was overwhelming, and despite how much you were crying and trying to push his chest away, your body was betraying you—clenching around him so tight it made his head spin.

"fuck" he hissed under his breath, his forehead dropping against yours as he felt you start to milk him. "you're so tight... look at what you're doing to me."

he started going even faster, the sound of the water hitting the tile drowned out by the rhythmic, wet slaps of his skin against yours. you were sobbing now, a high-pitched, broken sound as the friction became too much, your hands feebly scratching at his wet back.

"sungchan— please— too much—" you gasped out, your head lulling back against the cold wall.

"shh, shh, i've got you" he cooed, his voice sickeningly sweet compared to the way he was manhandling you. he leaned in to press a messy, wet kiss to your lips, swallowing your protests. "you're doing so good for me. just take it, sweetheart. just let it happen."

he was relentless, his large hands holding your waist so steady that you couldn't even squirm away from the sensation.

as you felt your orgasm starting to build, your internal muscles clamped down even harder, pulling him in deep. sungchan let out a low, guttural groan, his pace becoming frantic as he felt himself hitting his limit.

"that's it... just like that" he whispered, cooing into your ear while he delivered a few final, devastatingly deep thrusts.

he let out a sharp breath, his body tensing as he finally filled you up, pinning you hard against the tile to make sure he didn't miss a drop. he stayed there for a long moment, buried deep inside you, his chest heaving against yours while the hot water continued to pour over both of you.

even then, he didn't let you go. he just kept his arms around you, kissing your temple and the side of your neck, acting like the "sweet" friend again while you just hung there in his arms, shaking and spent.