ź¤*.ļ¾shy tears [nsfw]
roommate sungchan x shy!reader āā“ą¼Æ wc ā® 5950
tags ā® smut. roommate!sungchan. f!reader. masturbation. unprotected sex. rough. fingering. overstimulation. dirty talk. dacryphilia. choking. creampie. implied cheating kinda? hair pulling mentioned. brief mention of alcohol. verbal degradation kinda if you squint maybe.. language. pics 4 aesthetic purposes only.
notes ā® requested! i hope this was as good as you envisioned anon (óļ¹Ć²ļ½”) AH and i think i got carried away LMFAO sigghh tell me if this is okay PLEASE.ć½(°ć°)ļ¾ ily anon!!
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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 didnāt 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 didnāt necessarily want a roommate, the process seemed too complicated, people are too.. weird.. itās 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 envisionedā2 bedroom 1 bath, but you're sure itāll all be fine. sungchan, the roommate, seemed okay, too much enthusiasm for your liking but itāll do.
though the meet ups were.. awkward. obviously your fault, but you canāt help it, the timid feeling just always creeps up on you when hanging with other people.
you hated it, but itās not like you can control it. since being a kid you were always the stereotypical āshyā 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 couldnāt 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. āhey y/n! you were making me nervous for a second, itās pretty lateā sungchan smiled, holding the door wide open for you.
āuh yeah.. sorry..ā you nervously chuckled as an attempt to be ānormalā.
ādo you need any help?ā
āno no iām fine, thanks..ā 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, āare you sure?ā
you canāt 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 āthanksā 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. āoh hey y/n! what are you doing this early?ā
you clear your throat, forcing your eyes to hit the ground, ānothing really..ā you mumbled, swiftly walking away to the living room to grab the extra key.
āsorry to bother you, morning gym guy you know, starting the day off rightā 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, āyou need a ride?ā
āthatās okay, thank youā your voice so quiet youāre shocked he even heard you. āare you sure?ā āy-yeah yeah um have fun..!ā you at least try to speak with confidence before picking up the pace, waving him off without even turning to look his way.
āyou sure you got it?ā 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.
āiām fine thanks..ā you huff. the driver didnāt hesitate, accepting your answer and immediately driving off. you were out for an hour and a half, maybe doing some over shopping, not thinking youād 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 didnāt 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 handāsweat 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, āshit..ā
sungchan looks up and immediately picks up his pace, moving the headphones down to his neck, āare you locked out?ā
āno no, just..ā you breathed out as you were trying to pick up all the bags again.
ālet me see,ā he says, grabbing most of the bags without your permission. āyou couldāve told me you were shopping, i wouldāve helpedā
you didnāt 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, āsorry..ā
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.
āwhat happenedā he chuckled, holding a crushed box of cereal. the box busted at the bottom, half of the product in the plastic bag.
āi um.. i donāt knowā you almost whisper, feeling his burning stare on the side of your face.
he doesnāt 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, āgonna use the bathroom real quick, okay?ā
you just nod and smile, shutting the door and finally relaxing your shoulders.
you didnāt 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. āyou okay?ā
āyeah..ā 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.
āwell iām gonna bring a friend over, is that fine with you?ā you frantically nod, giving him a āmhmmā 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 heās staring, but your brain wonāt allow you to look up. you were unable to picture his expression, hoping he wasnāt annoyed..
finally you see his body move. āsee ya.. text me if you need anythingā 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 didnāt think heād be gone for this long. youāve been avoiding leaving the room, afraid that heād come with his āfriendā while youāre out, but itās already been over an hour and you havenāt 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. sungchanās footsteps were heavy and irregular, sounding as if heās continuously stumbling and stopping, his friend doing the same, but their footsteps have more of a āclickā noise.
as they get closer to around your door you hear it, kissing, oh god..
you quickly turn to switch your lamp off, hoping heād think youāre already asleep.
they open his door and you can assume theyāre in his room, but it doesnāt 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 itāll help, but it doesnāt.
god! what roommate does this??? they might as well be moaning and groaning in your ear.
but.. your brain canāt help but to focus on sungchan.. his groans are low, and he sounds roughāthe 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 canāt hear everything heās 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 couldnāt 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 clitāthe 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 muffledāeither sungchanās hand covers her mouth or her face is against a pillowāwhich makes his noises much more prevalent.
you donāt 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 pantsāultimately turning you off.
how embarrassing.. you think as you immediately jump off the bed. he wonāt 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 didnāt 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.
āoh hey!!ā the blonde barbie says while getting up, then she walks towards you, āyou must be the new āshyā roommate he keeps talking aboutā
you stay silent for a minute before forcing yourself to greet, āyeah um.. thatās meā
āwow you really are awkward,ā she giggles sweetly, āi wonāt bother you anymore, i was just about to leaveā she says as she walks behind you to open the fridge, grabbing a drink then heading to the front door.
āyouāre very pretty by the way!ā she beams before yanking the door open.
āt-thanks, you too!ā 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 wonāt ever happen again, rightā¦?
wrong.
you didnāt 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 wouldnāt allow you to open it this time.
āy-yes?ā you speak through the door, standing right behind it. āyou alright?ā
āyeah..ā you can see his shadow through the gap from the bottom of the door, he doesnāt move.
āthanks..ā you utter, wondering why he was still here. āfor?ā
āthe um.. the cereal.. t-thank youā you tried to speak as loud as you could, but the results were quiet, pathetic.
āanytime, nightā 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 canāt fall asleep, your mind kept getting easily distracted.
sungchanās movements are hard to ignore, especially when heās 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 youāre both in the same bed, your brain imagining what itās like to feel his body heat next to you.
you were never a strong soldier, temptation always consuming you, a slave to your desiresāso you let your hand slide down and slip underneath your panties, immediately stroking your hot core lazily.
you were so desperateātrusting into your own hand needing to release this, tiny pathetic whimpers slipping out. āfuck..ā 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 didnāt 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 didnāt 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 spokeāhis elbow resting on the arm of the couch while his hand held his face, āhow is your morningā
āokayā you took a minute to reply, pouring you a bowl and swiftly moving towards your room. but his voice stops you again.
āsorry if i was loud the other nightā 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, āum i-i went to bed right after you left..ā 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 cycleāa 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 āget thereā.. 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 sungchanās existence whenever heād 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 didnāt help at all.
you try to walk to your room fast but he says something, he always does, āyou okay?ā
tears start to fill your eyes, but you donāt allow them to fall. you just nod and keep walking, maybe closing your door harder than youād like.
when the door clicked, the tears finally fell, all the insecure emotions taking over you, the regret and homesickness feeling the worst theyāve ever felt.
you try your hardest to suck it up after hearing a soft knock, but the water wonāt stop flowing.
āwhatās wrong y/n..? is it work?ā he spoke softly through the door, sounding a bit hesitant. you try to play it off, but youāre a terrible liar, āi-iām okay! itās fine..ā
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 youāve been holding eye contact, but you soon jump back into reality, the intimation getting you.
you tense up, looking down hoping heād just move, but he doesnāt, instead speaking cautiously, āare you okay..?ā
you nod, now getting the urge to shut the door.
āwell i am here for you y/n.. even though we still donāt know each other haha..ā he chuckles awkwardly, the corny attempt at comfort causing you to breathe out a laugh of your own.
āi really like having you around y/n.ā 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, āthanks.. same with you. or- uh i-i feel the same.. about.. you being around..ā
your face gets hot, even hotter when he chuckles again, āwell it is my apartment, but iāll leave you aloneā
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. youāve been hiding in your room all day but was there any point? you hadnāt heard sungchanās 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 youāre 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.
ādid i wake you?ā you shake your head no and wait. and wait. and wait. he doesnāt say anything else but his feet still stand, not moving a single inch.
you slowly raise your head, confused and timid, wondering why heās even here.
you grip onto the door knob for comfort, your eyes going everywhere as his dark glare continues to steadily fixate on you.
āso why are you still up?ā sungchan finally noted, taking a step closer, a wicked grin slowly growing.
āuh n-no reason..ā 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.
āwhy arenāt you doing it tonight?ā he raises a brow, looking a bit humored at your expression. your face feels like itās going to melt off, your eyes dropping to the floor feeling the need to cry from the embarrassment. āi- uh.. i donāt..ā
ādo you think iām fucking stupid?ā he cuts into your desperate attempt to respond, chuckling right at you, ādonāt pretend like you didnāt know.. so fucking whiny through that thin wall.. fucking yourself at the thought of me.ā
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.
āgod youāre so pretty when you cry..ā 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 faceāsungchan takes his time at it, forcing his tongue deeper after every slow kiss, always letting it linger.
āsay it right now and iāll give you what you need,ā he whispers against your lips while resting his forehead on your, ātell me you want it.ā
you somehow cling onto his shirt even harder, tugging it lightly with your eyes closed. āsay it.ā he repeats, sounding more demanding than before. you try to force it out, but your nerves are everywhere.
āi.. i- shit..ā 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, āitās fucking pathetic you canāt even speak for yourself, you know that?ā
ā ām sorry..ā your voice almost inaudible, your thighs clenching even harder, more tears escaping without your command.
ādo i have to force words out of you from now on?ā 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 youāve 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. āgod this is the most desperate youāve ever sounded..ā 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. āsay it y/n.ā
you huff, your voice trembling as you try to concentrate, āi need..ā
you sigh as his hand fully slips underneath your pants, his fingers hovering over your slit, āiām waiting.ā
āi-i need you.. pl-please..ā
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, āmy poor baby needed this huh..ā
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.
āso fucking needy.. fuck..ā he huffs into your face, his pace getting faster. the puddle somehow grows even more, your chest heaving at the contact.
āyou wanted me to come and fuck you huh, fuck you like the attention seeking slut you are..ā he slips his hand past your panties and immediately pumps two fingers into your core with no hesitation. you couldnāt 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.
āi canāt believe you actually thought iād 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?..ā
sungchan finally stops, showing you mercy when he finally takes his fingers out, you gasping at the loss, āyou donāt have to worry about doing things by yourself anymore y/n..ā
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 wasnāt 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 heāll 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, āwhy are you crying?ā
he doesnāt even give you the chance to answerānot like you were going to anywaysākissing 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 couldnāt be wearing boxers, his length making your breathing slightly erratic.
āyou know when i fuck her i think about you..ā 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, āiāve been thinking about this all day..ā 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.
āyouāre so small.. so tight.. f-fuck..ā 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 sungchanās 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, āsun-.. sh-shit.. ām gonna..ā
he gives you one last hard thrust before stopping, gripping your ass before pulling out completely, turning you over back on your back.
āfuck youāre so pretty..ā he pants as he pulls your weak legs up over his shoulders, a hand wiping your tears, caressing your face.
you canāt 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 voiceāthe 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, āfeel good..?ā
you quickly nod, not caring anymore how eager it may looked.
ālet me feel you baby.. do it..ā thatās 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, āfuck y/n.. y/n.. such a fucking slut on my cock.. fuck youāre so pretty like this..ā
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 headāhe 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, āi can help you with anything you know..ā his voice horse, slurred, almost like heās about to fall asleep, āstop being so shy.. i can take care of you..ā
i appreciate you for your time and i love all the support ive been getting on my stuff thank you ILY ( ā©Ā“Ķ į `Ķā©) have a great day/nightį°.į
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