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in which y/n walks into the apartment filled with roses. no one else in the house except her and hoon. fuck. how awkward.
mdni. short one shot! raw (yall stay safe tho). petnames. tugging. dry humping. confessing. whimpering. messy. stupid. soft dom hoon! x switch reader! crying. overstim. also not proofread idk im busy af rn
"what the fuck.." you suck in your breath. the whiff of roses and flickering of candles waded in your view as your shoes crunched broken stems and plastic underneath- like this arrangement was all done in a rush. your suitcase thuds lightly on the floor, and you look up.
sunghoon, leaning against the door frame of the hallway, red ears barely covered by his slouchy unzipped hoodie that rests on his tight shirt. his eyes were sharp, dark. jaw tense, and finally he says something the moment he couldn't bare anymore eye contact.
"welcome back."
"you didn't do this, did you?" you blurt all too fastly. sunghoon smirks. "you think im dumb enough to leave the stems of the roses laying around?" he huffs, "i wouldn't do this type of thing anyway." he mutters, turning his heel, slowly heading back to his room. he takes his time like he anticipated you to say something back.
"really? i would've made up with you if you did. i like it. its.. romantic.. too bad." you peep, taking your luggage and walking past him to the end corridor, where you shut your door, making sure you left it unlocked.
sunghoon really had no patience, following after you as he swiftly let himself in. "too bad yeah? how bout you tell me next time. how about you tell me how much you love romantic things." he was loud, raising his voice to gain some sort of petty power over you. his chest heaved harder than the words he said, hesitating. "or maybe you're still toying me around. still fucking those guys, knowing damn well you look at me like-"
you set your bags on the floor, the thud following after your silence. "sunghoon-" you start, but his hands find your way to tug your sleeve. "if i did scatter roses and align stupid candles for you to smile at, w-would you have made up with me?" his eyes darken, staring down at yours, thirsty for an answer.
"no, i-" you try to pry out of his grip but he stays still, unmoved. "no?" he says again, "not after you sending me texts when you're drunk? saying how much you miss me when you fuck other guys? no?" he humiliates you. lowering his voice, locking your door as he continues to stare you off. hoon is desperate, missing your presence, breathing the air around you. it's so fucking obvious how much he wants you- to the point where the rest of the guys had to tone him down. he hates the fact that you see it, the way he's begging for a reaction.
his demeanour is silent, his voice- even when venomous- was soft- and his eyes were pleading, begging to have it his way.
"that day you wanted to hang out with your friends, that day you wanted to get distracted.." his mind ponders, head lowering down to meet yours, "i know you fucked him thinking it was me." he smiles. he smiled at you like he caught you- and you can't lie, you were a mess underneath your shorts. "fuck, and now you come home all innocent like nothing ever happened?" he tsks.
"you think it was the exam mark that pissed me off?" he chuckles, finding a stray hair to tuck behind your ear. hoon holds your jaw, stroking his fingers along your line as he leans into your ear, making sure you hear him.
"i got 100%." he chuckles, his breath tickling your ears. "but you know what upset me?" he pulls out his phone, scrolling down to your mindless, stupid stupid messages.
"you left me on read. so hard. so hurt.. so.. desperate." he cries, his hands finding ways to roam your body. "if only the others knew you texted me like this, they'd know my pain, take my side- even."
your tank top barely did any defence against your body reacting to his touch. his little whimpers as he lets go of your bra strap sent goosebumps to your skin. "we can stay mad at each other. fine. i don't know. hate me." he breathes coarsely just at the thought of you pouting back at him.
"just please tell me if we're still friends. tell me that we're not. tell me if we are. just give me a straight forward answer." he pleads, looking back at your flushed face. lips pink and glossy, eyes beaded and holding back tears of either humiliation or arousal. and he figures exactly what you are. horny. "hoonie.." you go off, listening to his silent confession.
"i really don't wanna mess things up." you blurt, caressing his broad shoulders as they cover yours. "i fucking wanna kiss you so bad.. fuck you so bad.. but you're my friend- and-"
"and?" sunghoon scoffs, "there's more? you've said enough." he pushes himself onto you, muffling into your neck. "i know you want me. you know i want you. bad." you're now backed up against your bed, legs tripping over the edge as you plop on the plush mattress. sunghoon takes this advantage to pin himself before you, making sure your eyes were on him as his eyes water.
"i'm a very sensitive man, y/n." he starts, "play with me again and i'll make sure you'll feel how frustrated i really. am." he almost growls, caressing your cheek. "say it. confess it. you want me. yes?"
"yes! fuck. i've been in love with you for a while. it hurts me and the only thing i've done is torture us. there, okay?" you admit, taking the upper hand as you push him off, straddling his thighs as you pant. both of your bodies take over the queen mattress, and you lay atop of his, looking at his surprised features and reactive member thats punching your panties.
"mmfuck." he groans, his hands seeking refuge at your waist. "do you know how fucking mental i've been?" his hands tighten, clamped at your waist as he drags your body to rub on his covered cock. you moan at his quick actions, trying to pry off but his hands were stuck on you. you got wetter every second, feeling hot tears spill at the desperate scene before you- humiliated at the fact that this confession is now you're consequence. you don't complain tho, you really wanna get fucked by him right now.
"how many times have you called me your best friend? your hoonie? how many times have you crawled into my arms, texted me drunk? looked at me like.. this?" he groans, pushing you down on his hardened member. you bite your lip, grinding back down on him as he lets out a choked moan. "fuck." he murmurs, feeling your dampness tamp on his sweatpants. "take everything off. baby, please." he begs as he takes off his shirt. "gonna fuck you for everything you've done to me. fuck. you're gonna take it? gonna accept it?" he leans against the bedhead as he brings your face up to him. "you want this?" he takes your hand and places it on the slicky patch you made on his crotch. "you want hoonie's cock?"
you nod, quietly and in submission, flushed and teary eyed as you drip buckets underneath. "w-wait." you stop him, and his eyes soften, looking at your cute face fall. "what is it, y/nnie? want me to go soft on you?" he pulls you closer, practically cradling you as his hands roam your thighs, feeling, remembering, mapping every skin of your body. "n-no, it's just- we should.. turn on some music.." you suggest, and hoon hesitantly nods. "yeah baby, good call." he chuckles.
you take this time to grab his wrists to pin above his body, kissing him as he had no chance to fight back. he moans in between, sloppy desperate lip biting and giggling, getting turned on just by the sounds of you dominating him. "fuck!" he yelps as you let go of his wrists, shoving down his boxers and pants as you grind on him, the friction of your panties and his girth being frothed by your slick. "you're fucking insane, baby." he moans, looking at the sight before him. you're stuttering your hips as you grow muffled moans between the quietness of the songs, and hoon can't help but plant dark hickies all over your breasts as the rest of your plush thighs get pinched by his fingers.
"fuck.. where's my sorry for last week?" he mutters under his breath, "or do i have to beg for you to suck it?" he whines, watching you crack a smile under his shallow breaths. you shut him up, planting slow kisses down from his jaw, to his chest, to his groin. "im-" kiss. "so-" kiss. "sorry-" kiss. "for-" lick. "not confessing-" kiss. you maintain eye contact with his dizzy eyes, brows knitted at the way your cute face keeps lowering down to the girth that slaps against your cute lips. "sooner." you complete your sentence, lips parted and irritatingly distanced from his tip. your breath makes it twitch, and hoon couldn't help but show his frustration by bunching your hair.
"fuck- i forgive you. just-" he pants, "baby stop playing-" he whines again. "suck me please.. put it in your soft mouth for me.. please.." he couldn't stop begging- even after you confidently reminded him he was also in charge- he whimpered at every movement. "do you think about this? about us?" he whispers, watching you kiss his tip, slick from his precum and your saliva dripping down his shaft. "all the time- just thought it was bad if i did. but then-" you stop kissing- looking at him as your hands wrap around his shaft- massaging and palming it up and down in feverous strokes. "- i heard you talk about me with jay-"
"'fuck up." he spits, pulling your hair so your lips latch on his tip, fully engulfing his length with your warm mouth. "fuck- for once- shut the fuck up, and just. suck it." he growls. you tease him, not giving him the pace he desires, and his knuckles turn white. "you're evil.." he groans with heavy lidded eyes, "i tell you to follow one thing and you-" you shut him up with one low hum, batting your eyes at him as you deepen your distance. "fuck." the insides of his cheeks are bitten and his eyebrows are knotted. "please, swallow-" he begs as he pushes you down on him, cumming knots into your throat, unable to soberly bear your hot existence on his cock.
"more-" he pants with need, pushing you on your back. "gonna taste the sweet victory of this pussy."
his eyes were filled with lust, and in an instant he was hard again, cum drooling off the tip as he spreads your thighs open. "lay back, baby." his petname for you now being abused as he muffles sweet words into your entrance, the breath tickling your clit.
"my sweet baby, i'm going to ruin you."
it's all it took for him to smear his mouth all over you. you moan so loud he reaches for his phone to turn up the music while the other hand slaps your thighs like a punishment for yelping. he laps at you for ages, stuttering his pace so you could pull at his hair, squish his jaw with your thighs- he was eager for any reaction except for a climax; and he wanted it known that you had to beg.
"hoonie-" you stutter, lips feverishly pouting at his lips and fingers overstimulating you. "mmfuck!" you cry, tears spilling over the way he stops his pace to kiss your clit, muttering compliments over your taste. "genuinely.. fuck you for not letting me have this pussy sooner." sunghoon was driven mad by this, drinking your overspilling slick as his fingers worked you up. "please," you beg, "let me cum baby..." you heave, looking at his stained nose and wet smile, smirking back at you. "beg."
you were shameless, spewing out words like a starved woman. "let me cum please i'll let you hit it raw hoonie please! cum in me-" you watch him stammer, right brow arch up, lips pressed in a line; but his eyes were the most readable.
it's like something clicked, dark and starved in his eyes.
you were met with an uncontrollable moan as he started to push his fingers deeper in you while he lapped at your clit. he sucked and drowned himself faster until you were shaking, convulsing as you try to squirm away from his lips. "i'm gonna sq-" you cry and he drags your thighs closer, tasting your juice. "mmmm, fuck." he softly licks up your orgasm, "so fucking hot.. fucking hell." he mutters, mad at your glistening mess.
he kneels against the frame, panting as he brings you up to kiss you, smashing his lips against yours so you could taste your sweetness.
"raw..." he mutters under his breath, watching his cock leak just with what you spewed. "fuck.." he cries, stroking it at your opening as he kisses your breasts. "really? you want me to fuck you raw?"
"scared? you haven't fucked anyone raw?" you mindlessly purr, and his gropes your waist. "raw is only reserved for you." he growls before he slaps his tip against your sensitive pussy.
"h-hoon!" you cry out, grabbing onto his biceps as he towers over you. "gonna make this pussy mine." he smiles with his fangs pinching his lips.
with ease he pushes into you, his throbbing cock being swallowed by your plush pussy, slick juices squirting out, coating his stomach as he continues to shove inch by inch down your hole.
"such a good baby. my good, sweet, tight little baby-" he mutters, sending prayers to his mind before he loses control. your muffled mewls echo in his mind, eyes dizzy from looking at your lewd face and arched back, taking in his cock like a good girl.
"yeah? wan' more?" he groans, bruising your waist. "more?" he asks again, but you're so full of his cock your mouth slurs. "more.. fuck.." you feel every bit of him stretching you. "wanna be fucked dumb my baby?" sunghoon thrusts slow, picking the pace til you answer.
"yes, fuck yes-" you break out into short breathed pants, moans escaping your lips even when you try so hard to be quiet. "fuck, baby, if you keep making those noises i'll only fuck you harder." sunghoon warns, and it truly believe him, you feel him fighting back the urge to just fully dick you down- scared, that the noise outplays the loud rnb.
"fuck! i'm so close.." you pant, feeling your spot get rammed into, squished up by sunghoon's heavy tip, and he nods, sweat beading on his forehead and arms. "yeah? fuck baby tell me.." he moans, slapping your ass as he pulls out, pushing your head into your pillow before pulling your ass up. "yeah? wanna cum?" he plays with you, shoving himself in as he fucks you recklessly like he owns you. he spits on your ass as he rubs his hands over it, groping your cheeks until his red handprints splay all over.
"fuck this dumb pussy of mine, so fucking good. you're so good baby, you make me cry." sunghoon whimpers as you pull his arm from behind, tugging him deeper into you as you couldn't help but mewl his name over and over, tits shaking uncontrollably as he fastens his pace. "baby i'm gonna cum-" you yelp, panting higher and staggered as he moans into your neck, pulling you up as he fucks you through your climax. "my girl." you moan so loud that sunghoon covers your mouth, kissing your neck as he also finishes inside you, keeping his cock in you as both of your fluids leak out of you.
despite the song in the background playing its chorus- the stilness and the dancing of your breaths hung like a dead, comforted silence. sunghoon softly lays you down as he grabs a few things from your bedside to clean you up. you lay there as you watch his back move, flex and eventually turn so you could see his soft and relaxed smile, no longer tense, no longer pent up. "don't look at me like that." sunghoon pouts, "like what?" you smile.
"like you want me to fuck you again."
you scoff, throwing a pillow at his now half naked body. "come sleep with me baby.. mk? hoonie?" you say his petname alongside his own personal name, calling out to him as he helps you clear the bed. "fuck.. okay baby." he caves in, climbing back into just glue himself to you. "fuck.. finally.. y/n.. you just feel so good.." he muffles into your chest, squinting his eyes and squeezing all over your skin like he needed to touch you. "and all mine.. fuck.. i-"
"CAN I BORROW YOUR SHAMPOO OR IS THE CRYING SESH NOT OVER YE-"
you and sunghoon share a look, both of distress and annoyance, knowing that heeseung is nosy as fuck.
"GO AWAY HEESEUNG."
"as i was saying," sunghoon recollected his thoughts, "will you be my forever girlfriend?"
you look at him stupidly, slapping his arm as he winces. "i didn't make you fuck me raw if you weren't a boyfriend to me." you giggle. sunghoon cracks a smile, sighing a long breath of relief as he throws your blanket aside, finding your waist to cradle around as he nudges his face closer into your body. you entangle your legs around his as he hums a victory tune.
