"no, baby."

his voice is clear as a day. deep and gravelly. desperate. yet barely able to remain low and quiet. "need you. y-you feel so good, gotta taste you now—"

the need in his voice is palpable. so is the case with his hands as they hastily undo your jeans' button despite your feeble attempts to stop him. mind clouded with need and desperation as his hand swiftly shoves itself in your panties.

guwon whines. whines at the feeling of your slippery and sticky slick coating his fingers as he moves them to and fro between your puffy folds. fingers swooping in and nudging your tight entrance before coming back up to feel your throbbing, hot clit.

his fingers slide in. long and thick digits eager and needy to feel your tight heat engulfing them as he rams his digits inside your pussy.

his hips move needily. press forward against yours. grind. his cock—as hot and long and hard and thick as ever—bulges against your bottom. the swell pressing and grinding between your asscheeks hotly.

your eyes roll to the back of your head. long nails sink in his taut forearm. drool dribbles past the gap between your fingers through the palm you've placed over your mouth to muffle your sounds.

guwon moans. whimpers. teeth glinting as he nips at your nape. tall and broad frame hunched over your smaller one in the confined almirah. breaths hot and ragged and mingling in the dark as his strong frame cages yours.

you should've known better. known better than to give in to his puppy eyes earlier. known better than to let him in your hiding spot. to let him slide behind you. cage you in his suffocating arms. place his lips on your neck, then your cheeks, and then your lips.

maybe if you knew better, you wouldn't be here—trapped and caged in by your six feet eight inches something or over boyfriend. with his big hands keeping your small back flushed to his chest and unmoving. sweat soaking through his dark vest to your croptop.

you moan. shudder. pussy hot and wet and dripping around his thick and long digits as you clench in unwanted(?) anticipation. hole just as eager as his fingers as it sucks him in eagerly. drooling around him.

guwon's free hand—twitchy and sweaty over your waist—moves up the expanse of your soft belly. under your top. gropes at your braless boob and squeezes. fondles. pinches your already hard nipple.

"baby—" his whine sounds at your ear as he pants against it. breath hot and harsh. his tongue—thick and long like his fingers—laps at your sensitive skin. slobbers up your hot ear in his saliva. "I can't—you feel so good, need more—"

you don't even get the chance to register his fingers slipping out of your clenching heat and leaving you. through the haze of sensations and the hushed, muffled chatter outside, you hear the clink of his belt. the sound of his zipper going down with the rustling of clothes.

and then, you finally feel it. hot and hard. thick and throbbing. long and leaking at the bottom of your back. his cock pulses. leaking thick and sticky ropes of pre down the crack between your ass to your pulsing clit. sticky trails glistening against your sweaty skin in the dark, closed space.

even the overwhelming, blissful sensation of his insanely big meat shaft against your hot skin doesn't last long. because one second, it's pressed to your back. and the next, his way too eager and desperate hand is hurriedly guiding his leaking tip to your drenched slit.

one missed press. cockhead slipping through your swollen folds and bumping your clit. two. three.

the next time guwon slides, you cry. scream into the palm of your hand that is pressed to your lips between your face and the closet wall. because oh god, no way in hell he barged in all of him at once, in a single ram—

"guwon— oh my god—"

he doesn't even give you the time to breath. to cry. to adjust. to get used to his massive meat rod snuggled all the way up to your womb with his cockhead french kissing your poor cervix. the same cervix that refuses to let in the last of his inches because it'll tear.

"fuck—baby, so good oh my— your pussy feels so good! I'm gonna cu—"

he cries. clings to your waist. squeezes you tight to his chest. shoves and tangles his long and thick fingers through your delicate ones pressed to the wood.

his hips don't wait. they move then. too mean. too cruel. too eager. too desperate. too uncoordinated as they swing and slam to your cheeks that jiggle with each mean thrust. that redden with each harsh slam of his pelvis against your bottom.

the almirah doors rattle. the entire furniture shakes with his animalistic pace. his intensity shaking the very space to its core as your vision swims. unfocused. lost. dazed with blissful sensations and overwhelming pleasure.

guwon ruts. moans. slams. grunts. teeth sinking into your shoulder that now bears a bunch of his teeth marks. crimson and sensitive. he slams into you over and over and over again. massive cock filling up your poor pussy to the hilt where it struggles to keep up anymore.

his cockhead pokes your cervix repeatedly. ramming through your narrow, hot and wet and dripping channel that slobbers him up to no end. your belly bulges with the imprint of his cock moving in and out. in and out. outlining your belly up and above your navel as your belly flutters.

"so good, so good—you were made for me, baby! all for me! this pussy was destined to be mine—"

he is insane. feral. gone. lost into the abyss of your cruelly pleasure inflicting pussy that sucks him in as eagerly as he feeds it his cock. your chest now pressed and smashed to the wooden wall of the almirah that shakes up and down and to and fro with the swing of his mean hips.

you swear the almirah tumbles. shakes violently. tilts to the verge of falling over but bumps and ceases thanks to the wall next to it.

the heat that floods to your cheeks two times stronger than the last has you whining. pussy squeezing so tight, borderline suffocating his cock as you swear you just squirted. the small puddle of clear, hot yellow that trickles and drops below proof to your doing.

"f-fuck—no more! gonna cum—oh god, I'm gonna cum—"

you don't get to utter anything more. because your pussy completes it all for you.

your hand shoves itself between your legs before you catch yourself. fingers trembling and all too desperate for relief as they swipe and rapidly curl and rub at your swollen clit. digits frantic and feral as they rub and twist and curl furiously. uncontrollably.

and then, you're cumming. gushing all over his still ramming dick as you squirt and cum harder than ever. your cum splatters all over your thighs and his. drenches your half hanging jeans and his trousers. yet that filthy, nasty orgasm only works to heat you up more. to make you moan and whimper just a bit louder. to make you shudder harder.

guwon doesn't stop tho. he won't. he can't. not after how your pussy creamed him up so good. drenched him so good. made him feel so good. so ecstatic. so heavenly.

"fuck—that's my girl. so good for me, baby—so pretty. I'm gonna cum now, take my cum deep in this pussy, yeah? keep it all in there until I've stuffed you full—"

he's blabbering. spitting out whatever that comes to his dirty mind. and he doesn't even know it. because right now, all his focus and attention is on your pussy. on the way his cock pulses and throbs inside you so good. on the way your snug walls clench him so good. as if begging for his cum. for him to fill it up.

and who is he to deny?

and so, his palm catches the side of your waist. holds you there, snug to his pelvis. rams as deep and hard inside you as possible. pumps as fast and furious as possible. forces his pelvis flush to your ass.

and then, he's cumming. harder and deeper than he ever has before. so deep you swear you feel your tummy bulge out as he fills up your greedy womb with his nasty, delicious, creamy cum.

thick and long, sticky ropes of cum paint your womb. your walls. pulsing and squeezing as they're painted in delicious white like icing on a cake.

you don't even hear it. too lost in the heat and daze of the post moment. guwon's large hand turning your head back to fuse his lips to yours in a sloppy makeout. tongues tangling and swirling against each other's as his hands fondle your boobs and slightly swollen belly. too lost in each other to notice the click of the door handle.

you don't hear it. neither does he. as his hips twitch. grind to yours. earning your muffled moan as he drools in your mouth. makes you swallow his spit. makes your face heated and red as he presses into you more.

just as his hand slides down between your legs to collect his seed that dared to drip out while his other hand pinches your nipple, you don't get even a second to whimper as the wooden door of the almirah swings open with a bang! to welcome strong rays of the bright light into the no longer dark space.

and you're faced with none other than the grinning ear to ear heewon, drunk out of her mind and yet, standing before you in all her denner glory with the brightest, drunkest glow on her flushed face.

"found you two!"

✧ might make this a series if it gains enough popularity...

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Everything was too much right now.

The sun was too hot, the food too strong, and the voices around her just too damn loud.

Y/N had to physically pull herself back into the moment multiple times as her older brother went on and on about the next best business venture he was planning to pursue.

She hid a yawn behind her fist, only to have her mother squeeze her thigh underneath the table. A yelp fell through her lips before she could react, only to be met with a glare by the same woman.

It wasn't that Y/N didn't love her family - quite the opposite infact, but as grew older and began to understand more, she understood how important family and family ties were. In an attempt of good faith, she would show up to family events. She rarely ever spoke, never getting the spotlight or chance too, instead, she was found beside her mother. Her spine perfectly straight, her legs crossed at the knee, and her toes pointed towards the ground.

"My god, Y/N. Atleast say thank you to the waiter, you ungrate-" Before her mother could finish the sentence, Y/N gave the waiter the best fake smile she could muster. Her cheeks rose, her lips quirked into a pointy, up-turned line.

Normally, she could fake smile with the best of them. Her eyes would squish shut as she showed off her teeth - but she couldn't find it in herself to fake it that big.

"I apologize"

She told the waiter, who seemed caught off guard by the girls actions.

"I appreciate your service, and thank you for working so hard"

It wasn't that she was trying to be rude to the waitstaff, it was that she was trying to keep her anxiety from bubbling over while she was in front of her family.

"Now really, I don't see why you make things so difficult. Things are practically handed to you for god sakes!"

Y/N numbly nodded at her mothers words, she felt the hot tears pricking at her waterline, but she didn't dare let them go.

"Listen, I love you, but you just take things too personal, with too heavy of a heart-" Y/N glared at her sibling as he picked her apart.

"Excuse me?" She questioned, "if I don't care, then who will?"

"There's so many other people on this planet, you don't think, that-" "I think that even if one person turns a blind eye, or loses compassion, then I need to work harder in-" "You can't solve all the worlds problems!" "-And you can't turn a blind eye while there's something we can do!"

Finally, Y/N had lost her composure, screaming at her older sibling as he tried to belittle her.

She raised her voice, nearly becoming shrill at the end of her sentence.

She could feel the piece of hair that fell from her loose up-do, but she didn't try to fix it. "I care about the world, because I care about you! Because I care about a little boy or girl I've never met, and I want to give them the best chance we can!"

Hot tears streaked down Y/N's face, her cheeks turning red, her eyes swelling.

"Y/N, it's been a long day… we've been out in the sun for a while… why don't you go home?" Her mother suggested, trying to diffuse the situation.

"Unbelievable" Y/N grabbed for her purse, hastily putting it over her shoulder, and marching out of country club her family belonged to.

She glared at the pristine, marble building as she walked away from it. To say her family was comfortable would be a misunderstanding, they weren't chaebol status, but they had more than the average family.

She knew she was lucky, but she couldn't enjoy her luck when others weren't so fortunate. A huge point of contension in her family were their very different world views.

Y/N's mother had four children total. Y/N was the oldest daughter, and the second born, yet, they all came out so wildly different.

♡

Gu won had the day off today, something Y/N would have to remind him to take, to ensure he wouldn't get stressed or burnt out -

"Demons don't get tired" he would tell her, but she would only roll her eyes and tell him; "Demons still listen to their girlfriends."

He was in their shared bed, lazily scrolling through emails as he listened to whatever mindless sound he put on in the background. The sound of the biometric scanner caught his attention. His eyes went to the bottom right corner of the screen - it was only 12:45, Y/N was barely gone for an hour at this point.

The lock turned and he was out of bed instantly.

"Ah!" Y/N was shocked by his arms instantly hugging around her body. "Oppa!" She whined, he paused at her tone.

Usually, she would greet him and call him that, hug him back and he would have a chance to shower her with love and affection - but her tone took him off guard today.

"Are you okay? You're home really early." she looped her arms around his neck, pulling his body closer to hers. "I want to make a deal."

He froze.

Demons had morals - he had morals.

And putting his partner in danger in any sense, went against every single one he had.

"No."

"Gu won…"

"No. Absolutely not."

He pulled her arms length away, looking into her eyes. He wasn't about to budge on this.

Anyone that had wronged her? Sure.

Anyone that had put her in danger or threatened her? Without question.

Her? Herself? Absolutely not.

"Are you mad?" "I just got back from visiting my family- Oof!" She hugged him close as he squeezed her even tighter to his chest. "Come with me." Gu won didn't even give Y/N a chance to fight back. She had dropped her purse and kicked off her shoes as she came in, he gathered her in his arms and walked her towards their shared bedroom.

"Are you comfortable? Do you want to change?"

Y/N looked down at the sundress she had on, it was comortable enough. A loose fabric that went past her ankles. She nodded weakily as he set her down gently on the bed.

Quickly, he went about their room, cleaning up his computer mess, opening the big windows, and turning off all the lights.

A warm breeze came cutting through the lace blinds, dancing the fabric in the wind. Gu won held Y/N closer, tucking her head underneath his chin, rubbing his hands up and down her back.

"Tell me what happened. What's on your mind, little dove…."

She took a deep breath, and finally spoke her mind.

She told him every insecurity she had been feeling, every anxious thought, her tense family relationships, how she feels silly around them, but can't stop either side of her brain. She let the tears fall down her eyes, she didn't even try to wipe them away; more would come in their place anyway.

Gu won stayed silent as his partner vented to him. Allowing her heart to feel lighter, reminding her that he was right there beside her, even when things get tough.

"And…. they still make me feel like i'm just a little girl…."

She sobbed as she finished her rant. Gu won rubbed her back, looking down at her.

"Feel better?" She nodded, closing her eyes and cuddling against him.

"You are so much more than what your family is telling you. So much more than the problems they are ignoring. You can do anything you want to do, yeah? Why should we let them get in the way of that?"

He cooed at her. Y/N giggled as she rocked her back and forth, the motion soothing and gentle.

"You know I will make a deal with anybody I deem necessary" "but-" he shushed her gently before speaking again.

"You're angry, or at least, you were angry, and if I had done what you asked me to do in the moment - you would never forgive yourself, or me."

Y/N could feel herself tearing up once more at his words.

He was right.

She knew that.

"Everytime your family makes you angry, or anxious, you come to me. We can talk it out, make two cups of tea, and just sit here and be together, doesn't that sound nice?"

Y/N looked at Gu won with tears in her eyes still, but she nodded her head and held her pinky out for him to take. "Promise?"

He linked his pinky with hers.

"Promise."

Love, princess