#cocky

god forbid a man is obsessed with his girlfriend...

content: mdni ˑ smut, pure smut ˑ cockybf!sunghoon x reader ˑ dom!sunghoon ˑ sub!reader ˑ sunghoon is condescending ˑ sunghoon is a freak ˑ established relationship ˑ idk you tell me

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a/n: my first post!! woohoo!! im nervous teehee (pls interact ill cry if u dont) - also forgive me if theres mistakes ive edited this like 67 times and i dont wanna read it again harhar

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cockybf!sunghoon, who loves coming up behind you when you’re in the midst of something (which he decides is unimportant), intentionally tracing his long fingers on the smooth skin of your waist just to distract you. 

cockybf!sunghoon, who is not at all affected by your unconvicing excuse for being busy. you could never possibly be busy enough to not want him.

cockybf!sunghoon, whose hands starts to wander in places they shouldn’t be, just to draw out those pretty little sounds you make when he teases you, which is exactly what he wants to hear.

cockybf!sunghoon, who brushes the pads of his fingers over your clothed nipples, moving in painfully slow circles as the point of his chin rests on your shoulder.

cockybf!sunghoon, whose weakness is seeing just how desperate you get for him when he barely even touches you. he loves watching you poorly attempt to act normal while the pressure beneath his fingertips lightly teases, knowing just when to pull away because you’re getting too needy. 

cockybf!sunghoon, who asks - “what's wrong, baby? don't let me distract you”, as one hand continues working your chest while the other simultaneously crawls down your stomach, inching toward the pool that has now successfully flooded your lacey pink panties.

cockybf!sunghoon who knows perfectly well that you're shivering against him because his hand, which has now slipped past the waistband of your pants, is your most obvious distraction.

cockybf!sunghoon, who plays with the band of your panties just to hear the snap against your flushed skin. his other hand makes its way up to your mouth so that he can shove those slender fingers past your glossy, parted lips. your tongue coats them with the slickness of your sweet saliva before he slides them between your shaking legs. 

cockybf!sunghoon, who insists that you continue what you were doing as his fingers are quite literally inside of you, egging you on with a sly “you okay?”, or a “does it feel good, baby?” in response to the whines and whimpers that have unconsciously slipped past your lips.  

cockybf!sunghoon, who deprives you of your orgasm because he's too busy flipping you over to press your face against the cold, glossy marble that is the kitchen counter. your wrists are pulled behind your back and bound to his left hand, while the other works quickly at the drawstring of his ashen grey sweatpants. 

cockybf!sunghoon, who doesn’t hide the smirk in his tone when he asks you just what it is that you want him to do to you. the words simply die in your throat, which prompts him to bend over your radiating body so that his voice is a low hum in your ear. “use your words, baby. i need to know what you want”. it’s only until he hears the smallness of your voice beneath him, begging him to ‘take you’, that he actually does something about it. 

cockybf!sunghoon, who laughs smugly at your words, echoing them with a “take me? what does that mean?” while his eyes are burning into your back, thumb tenderly stroking the soft curve of your waist. 

cockybf!sunghoon, who responds with a low “you mean like this?”, punctuating his words with a single, brutally deep thrust. his hand is still pulling gently at your wrists with each press, pushing your heated skin against the coolness of the counter's edge. 

cockybf!sunghoon, who can’t get enough of the sounds that you make because it just drives him that much further. his other hand, still coated with remnants of you, snakes down between your parted legs, only to find your clit, which has practically been begging for attention since he first laid his hands on you. 

cockybf!sunghoon, whose thrusts are so deep that the black marble beneath your burning cheek begins to look white, whose fingers move so precisely on your clit that your legs are struggling to hold you up any longer. 

cockybf!sunghoon, whose pearly white fangs flash an appearance as he talks you through it, with a groaned “you’re taking my cock so well,” or a panted “stay still for me, yeah?” as his thrusts continue in and out, in and out, in and out.

cockybf!sunghoon, who pulls about 3 orgasms out of you before he decides that he's finally done for the evening, and that your weak body deserves a tender kiss as he helps clean the cum (a mixture of you both) that is just about to drip down your legs. 

cockybf!sunghoon, who goes to sit on the couch, as if telling you that you can resume whatever it was that you were doing. like it was in any way important now.