#lee sangwon

and it’s slowly, quietly, been killing you.

fuck, were you in love with your best friend?

it’s a friday night. you’re at his apartment, a cramped but cozy studio that always smells like his laundry detergent and the minty gum he chews. a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. some random episode of "running man" is playing on his tv, but neither of you are really watching.

you’re on the floor, leaning against the couch, and he’s sprawled next to you, his long legs tangled with yours slightly. he’s telling a story about his part-time job at this one cafe down the block, hands moving animatedly, and you’re just… staring.

at the way his lips move.

at the strip of skin showing where his t-shirt has ridden up.

"hey,* he says, his voice cutting through your haze. "are you even listening? you're so quiet, dude."

"fine,"you say, too quickly. you take a sip of your beer. it’s warm. he nudges your foot with his. "liar. talk to me."

the words are out before you can cage them. "i think i’m in love with you, is that weird?"

the room goes silent. the only sound is the faint laughs from the tv. his smile freezes, then melts away. his eyes, usually so bright and playful, turn serious, searching your face. "suddenly?"

you want to die. you want to rewind the last ten seconds. "nothing, actually. forget i said anything. it’s the beer, i—"

"say it again." his voice is low. he’s sitting up now, turned fully toward you. you can’t look at him.

you stare at a spot on the carpet. "i’m in love with you, i think, sangwon. i have been for… i don’t even know how long. and i know it ruins everything. i’m sorry."

a beat of silence. then his fingers are under your chin, tilting your face up. his expression is unreadable. "you idiot," he whispers.

you're not sure how it happens, or if you made it up completely but you're sure you felt his lips on yours.

and then he’s kissing you.

you would've imagined kissing sangwon to be soft, very gentle but boy, were you wrong. lips, teeth, the desperate sound he makes in the back of his throat. his hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. you gasp into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping in, tasting of beer and salt and sangwon.

when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathing hard. his forehead rests against yours. "you have no idea," he murmurs, his voice wrecked. "no idea how long i’ve waited to hear you say that."

"you… you too?"

he laughs, a shaky, relieved sound. "yeah. me too." he kisses you again, softer this time, a promise. then his gaze darkens. "tell me you want this,"

"i want you. i want this. more than anything."

that’s all it takes. he moves with a sudden, sweet urgency. he stands, pulling you up with him, and walks you backwards toward his bed, never breaking the kiss. the backs of your knees hit the mattress, and you tumble down, him following, his body covering yours. it’s familiar and brand new all at once— the weight of him, the scent of his skin, but now with a heat, an intent, that’s never been there before.

his hands are everywhere, mapping you through your clothes like he’s memorizing you. he pulls your shirt over your head, his eyes drinking in the sight of you in your bra. "so beautiful," he breathes, before dipping his head to kiss the swell of your breast, his tongue tracing the lace edge. you arch into him, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

you get his shirt off, and then you’re skin to skin, and it’s overwhelming. he’s all lean muscle and warm skin, and you can feel his heart hammering against your chest. "sangwon—,"you gasp as his mouth finds your nipple through the fabric, sucking hard.

"say my name again," he rasps, popping the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. "i love how you say my name."

you do, over and over, as his mouth and hands worship your breasts, pinching and licking and sucking until you’re writhing. his jeans are still on, the rough denim rubbing against your inner thighs, and you can feel the hard length of him straining against the zipper. you reach down, palming him through the fabric, and he groans, his hips bucking.

"fuck, please," he pants against your skin. you make quick work of his button and fly, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough to free him. he’s thick and heavy in your hand, velvety hot. you stroke him slowly, watching his face contort in pleasure.

*not fair," he grits out, and his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and panties, dragging them down your legs in one swift motion. then he’s there, kneeling between your thighs, just looking at you, his eyes blazing with awe and hunger. "mine," he says, simple and possessive.

he doesn’t make you wait. he leans down, his tongue licking a slow, torturous stripe up your center. you cry out, back bowing off the bed. "sangwon!"

"tastes like heaven," he murmurs, before diving in. he eats you out like he’s been starving for you—which, you realize, he has. his tongue is relentless, flicking your clit, plunging inside you, then circling again. his fingers join, two sliding deep, curling just right. it’s too much, it’s not enough, you’re babbling his name, pleading, tugging his hair.

"come for me, baby," he says, his voice vibrating against you. "let me feel it."

you shatter, a raw scream tearing from your throat as waves of pleasure crash through you. he rides you through it, gentle now, lapping up every drop until you’re whimpering from oversensitivity.

before you can even come down, he’s moving up your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, your neck. he’s trembling. "need to be inside you. now. please."

you nod frantically, spreading your legs wider. he reaches for his wallet on the nightstand, fumbling for a condom. you take it from him, ripping the packet with your teeth, and roll it onto him, your touch making him shudder. he guides himself to your entrance, the head nudging against your slick heat.

he looks into your eyes, his own full of so much emotion it steals your breath. "i love you, what the fuck" he says, chuckling at himself.

then he pushes in.

it’s a stretch, a burn, a perfect, breathtaking fullness. you both moan in unison. he stills, buried to the hilt, his face buried in your neck. "this okay?" he breathes.

"more than okay. move. please, wonie, move."

he does. he starts slow, deep, rolling thrusts that make you see stars. it’s not just sex. it’s a conversation. every gasp, every kiss, every shift of his hips is a word you’ve been waiting years to say. his hands are everywhere,, gripping your hips, tangling with your fingers, stroking your hair. he whispers against your skin. "so good, fuck— you feel so good, baby"

the pace builds, becoming more urgent, more frantic. the bed frame knocks against the wall in a steady rhythm. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. the coil inside you tightens again, impossibly fast.

"i’m close," you sob. "o close."

"look at me, baby," he commands. you open your eyes. his are dark, desperate, full of love. "come with me."

he slams into you one last time, hitting a spot that unravels you completely. your climax rips through you, silent at first, then a broken cry. the feeling of you clenching around him drags him under. he shouts your name, his body going rigid as he spills into the condom, his thrusts turning shallow and jerky.

he collapses on top of you, a sweaty, panting weight. you hold him, your hands stroking his damp back, your legs still wrapped around him. you never want to let go.

after a long while, he rolls off, disposing of the condom before gathering you back into his arms, pulling the covers over you both. you’re curled into his side, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

he kisses the top of your head. "sooooo." he says, his voice drags. "best friends who fuck?"

you laugh, shorting him a look, "i'll kill you,"

"i'm kidding, pretty." he holds you tighter. “don’t expect me to ever let you go now.”

"wouldn’t dream of it."

“You think you’re sneaky huh?”

You haven’t even noticed it. The way you are staring at him checking himself out in the mirror.

“I’m sorry?” You apologise. Your voice sounding much weaker than you want it too. Unsteady, shaking almost, but your eyes are still on him, even if it is just through that mirror.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I like when you look at me like that.” Sangwon speaks with a cockiness in his voice that only an idol, a celebrity could have. It is annoying, so annoying that your anger overshadows your embarrassment.

“Excuse me?”, you ask again, much more confident now as you watch the blonde haired singer stand up, suddenly hovering over you.

“You know what I mean. Like this.” He looks you up and down with no shame, eyes remaining on your lips for a second too long before he adds: “like you want to fuck me.”

His hands comfortably rest on his hips, just as his smile rests on his face. That fucking smile. He isn’t just trying to tease you, he is making fun of you. Fun of the fact that you don’t say anything back immediately. His words hit you like a truck, like lightning from above and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. It pains you even more to realise that he could see you blushing because of his words and you don’t want to give him that.

He is not wrong. You have watched him for quite some time now, ever since you were assigned to work with his group a few weeks ago. How could you not? Lee Sangwon is fucking gorgeous. The dangerous cross between soft and pretty and absolutely fucked up - sexy. Oh yes, you have pictured him between your legs before, always telling yourself it’s normal, no harm.

With quick steps, you turn around now, your fingers fumbling with the makeup brushes in your hand, desperately trying to find something to hold onto. You feel exposed, as if he is reading your mind at the very moment and seeing all those forbidden thoughts you’ve been having.

Before you reach the door, his voice sounds again: “See you tomorrow at the dorm, y/n.”, he speaks as if he has already forgotten about all of this earlier.

The next day comes sooner than it should have and you find yourself standing inside of Alphadriveone’s door. You’re not the only stylist, luckily. And you’re already begging for someone else to get assigned to work with Sangwon that day. You secretly even hope you will never have to work with Sangwon again, ever. His voice, his words are still replaying inside of your head. The way they just rolled over his tongue yesterday as if it’s nothing to him. No shame.

“Y/n.” For a moment, you’re sure you’re hallucinating, but then you see him, leaning against his doorframe, the door to his own room.

“Y/n can do my makeup in my room today. The other dressing rooms are all full.”

You feel your heart sinking to your stomach and you ask yourself if Sangwon is actively trying to punish you for the thoughts you’ve been having.

You wish for the possibility that he is just trying to move past moment and there is nothing else you could do anyway. He is in charge, he is the idol.

Your coworker gently pushes you towards his room, whispering a “what are you doing? Go!”, into your back as you move towards him slowly.

His hair is still wet from the shower, and the grin is also back on his lips. Those plump, soft lips.

He has his arms crossed, two fingers tugging on his lower lips as he looks you up and down once again before letting him into his neat room.

“Close the door behind you,” he orders and you obey without hesitation and get to work right away. After placing your equipment on the ground, you start by prepping his face. Your fingers run gentle circles over his soft skin, patting in the toner while his eyes remain close. Good, you think. This way he can’t catch a glimpse of you catching glimpses of his beautiful face. He’d be flawless, if it weren’t for his arrogance.

You wait for a bit for the toner to absorb and that’s when you notice it, his hand. The movements.

“You know”, Sangwon whispers, his voice deep and taunting. “Us guys, we can’t help it sometimes. We simply wake up like this.”. He is referring to the rock-hard boner pressing against the fabric of his pants. You can see its outlines as clearly as if it was already out. His hand was tugged in between his skin and his pants now, softly stroking his length and when you finally look up again, you see him staring at your through the mirror.

His lips are slightly parted, tongue gliding over his lower one as he focuses his gaze on you, increasing the speed in which he is stroking his own cock.

You are entirely out of words but there isn’t anything you’d have to say. This is an entirely inappropriate situation and you know it, you should even report it but how could you when you’re already feeling your legs tingling and drops of your own juices fleeing onto your slip. Your eyes keep wandering up and down between his eyes and his hand jerking himself off at a fast pace now, soft moans finally escaping his lips.

You can’t help but press your legs together unconsciously, rubbing them together for at least some kind of friction and release.

You want to do the same: slip a hand between your legs right now. You need it, you need him, right now but before you are able to touch yourself, he stops you with his other hand.

“No. You like to look at me, to watch, isn’t that right, y/n? So you’re going to watch.”

That’s when he finally pulls out his throbbing cock underneath his pants, without bothering to take them off. His pink tip is leaking precum and he spreads it all over his cock as he strokes it.

Fuck, even his fucking dick is beautiful!, you think to yourself.

You can’t help but bite your lip at this point. You wouldn’t even care if you’d bite it until it would bleed, that’s how badly you need to release the pressure between your legs.

You want to beg him. You want to sit right down on that, but all you could do was stare at him. Stare at the way he is leaning back on his chair as his chest rises and falls heavily.

His head is slightly tilted to his right now, to where you are standing as he looks up at you through his long lashes. He fucks his cock into his hand now, hips buckling up just to show you how he would be thrusting into you.

“I said you’re not allowed to touch yourself. I didn’t say you’re not allowed to speak. Speak Y/n! Tell me how badly you want to fuck me, admit it. And maybe I’ll let you.” Once again, you’re stunned by his level of confidence and his exact knowledge of your thoughts. You’re still frozen in your steps, but your mouth isn’t and you finally let out what you’ve always wanted to tell him:

“Fuck, yes”, you begin. “You know you’re fucking art, Lee Sangwon.”

“That’s not what I want to hear.”, he grunts now through gritted teeth. You struggle at first, but your need for release is bigger. Still, you hesitate.

“If I’m going to cum on my fucking shirt, then that offer is off the table for once and for all, Y/n. Say the fucking words.” Sangwon looks like the devil now. There’s no better ways to put it. The way his eyes have darkened and he stares at you with lust and hunger, ready to devour every single piece of you until you’re ruined for any other man.

“I want to fuck you, Lee Sangwon. I want you inside of me, fuck! I’ve wanted it for so long.” You can’t believe it at first when you hear yourself say those nasty words, but they only make the wetness between your legs that much unbearable.

Sangwon snickers now, his hand finally letting go off his dick and he takes a deep breath. Your heart is beating so fast now, you’re starting to worry, but you’re still staring at him in anticipation, anxious about what he would do next.

There is a moment of silence between the two of you now and you can be certain, he’s making you wait on purpose.

But even Sangwon doesn’t possess such a level of discipline.

“Sit on it.”, he demands.

“Leave the dress on and sit on it.”

You’re embarrassed by how easily you follow his orders because the next thing you know, you’re standing in front of him, ready to sit down when he stops you yet again.

“No, turn around. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror when you bounce on my cock, Y/n.”

He is insane, you think to yourself. He is absolutely, disgustingly insane and you love it.

A grin sneaks onto your lips before you could even notice it and when you do, Sangwon has seen it long before.

He chuckles even. “I knew you’re just as fucked up as I am. I think I’m in love.”, he jokes as he wraps his arms around your torso after you turned around, pulling you onto his lap, his cock now resting between your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Y/n. You know I’d rather eat the fuck out of you right now, but since you just expressed how badly you want me inside your little cunt, who am I to deny you that wish.” He chuckles again, clearly teasing you and you let him, even when you never let anyone do that. Not even your previous partners.

“Just shut up, Lee Sangwon.”, your grunt in attempt to at least regain a grasp of control and he lets you have it for a moment.

You feel his length right there and you can’t help but grind yourself along it with your underwear still on.

Pathetic, you admitted but that alone feels like nothing you ever felt before. Moans escape your lips before you could step them as your rub swollen clit against the tip of his cock, leaving him to groan against your ear. Sangwon isn’t ashamed of any noises he was making. If anything, he is almost louder than you.

His lips are pressing kisses against your neck, a trail wandering down to your cleavage and up again until they’re met with yours. You kiss him like you’ve been starving for him and you have and he has too. His kisses are sloppy, all tongue and sucking and you start matching the speed in which you’re grinding yourself against him to them.

Your underwear is completely soaked now and so is his cock with your juices leaking all over it.

That’s when you can’t stop yourself anymore. You’re too far gone.

You lift yourself from his lap just enough for when you finally grab his cock with your hand, you only need to guide it past your slip right into your entrance. Your juices work like the most delicious and best lube, but you still feel like he’s splitting you in half as you guide him further inside of you, your walls sucking him in.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”, Sangwon can’t help but groan and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment.

“Even tighter than expected.”

“So you have been thinking about fucking me too?”, you attempt to tease him back but your shaky voice is betraying you. Your face is still turned towards him, your lips almost on his but you’re looking into his eyes now and he’s looking back, now that he’s opened them again.

He is grinning, as always.

“Ever since you started working for us”, he answers truthfully and steals yet another kiss.

“Now look.” His finger is pointing in front of you and him, to the mirror and when you follow it, you see yourself.

Your hair is messy from the makeout session, the neckline of your dress and your bra pulled down so your tits are out, nipples hard, cupped by the idol’s soft hands. You’re sitting on his cock, fully now, all the way down and Sangwon is right behind you, triumphant grin on his face.

You could cum just by looking at that. This view, you could certainly never forget. You almost forget to move for a second, just because you are admiring yourself and him behind you so much.

And then you feel him moving, starting to trust into you from underneath, already hitting that ever so sweet spot inside of you.

You start to frown, jaw dropping and you throw your head back. The feeling is unbearable, exhilarating. You start meeting him, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick while still watching yourself, watching the way your tits jiggle and Sangwon watches you too.

His hands are now on your hips, guiding you up and down on his length as you place your head on the desk in front of you. Your movements start to shake the entire thing, so much that some of the makeup falls down.

He’s fucking into you hard now. Not fast, not drilling. Hard and slow and you try your best not to scream. It doesn’t hurt and you feel you want more.

“Faster.. Sangwon..ah.”, you whimper between gasps for air.

“If you want to go faster, go faster.”, he groans behind you and you do as you’re told.

Supporting your weight using your hands on the table you start to ride him properly now, bouncing in his cock, then sitting down on it all the way as you let your hips circle and feel his tip penetrating your g-spot. At this point you don’t care about your coworkers anymore. In fact, you haven’t thought about them ever since you entered Sangwon’s room earlier.

The sloppy sounds of his bare cock sliding in and out of your pussy that is still oozing the sweet nectar the idol is so eager to taste start mixing with your shared moans and whimpers and fill up the entire room but you go even faster, adding the sound of skin hitting against skin.

And now you see the appeal behind watching yourself in the mirror and finally start to understand a bit why Sangwon always does it. You feel both extremely dirty and proud as you watch your fucked out face in the mirror. You look like a porn star. Your hair is falling out of your bun, your tits are bouncing up and down and you’re a whimpering, whining mess by now but Sangwon isn’t doing that much better.

Only that he still looks incredibly flawless. He could shoot a magazine cover like this.

“That’s right, y/n. Keep looking at yourself riding me like that. Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”, he praises, barely able to hold himself back anymore but for now he lets you decide the speed.

It’s not long until you feel your high chasing you and you are already questioning the idol’s stamina until you hear his moans growing louder and more desperate as well.

You want to last longer than him, just for your pride that he has taken from you, but when Sangwon sneaks a hand in front, right between your legs and starts wildly rubbing your clit, you know it’s over.

You throw yourself back against his chest and desperately attempt to continue to ride him like you promised, but your legs are already shaking. Sangwon, now desperate to chase his own high, finally doesn’t hold back anymore. He wraps his arms around you, holding you up a little before he starts pumping his cock inside of you with no mercy, doubling in speed. “Fuck!” You scream out loud.

“Fuck, Look at you, Y/n. So fucking sexy, when you cum for me.” He whispers in your ear, moans still leaving his lips in between his words. He’s buckling his hips up like a drill now and watches as you’re falling into him with no self control left. High pitch moans escaping you without any warning.

“I’m gonna— ah, Sangwonah! Fuck, just like that”. Even a tear escapes your eye, that’s how intense he is fucking into you and you can’t wrap around how he hasn’t reached his own climax yet. All you know is you’re too far gone to hold back on yours and all you feel when the most intense wave of orgasm roll over you, is the way your entire body is giving out and is only held by Sangwon who pushes two, three more thrusts into you before you feel shoots of cum coating your walls.

You’re half lying on the chair now, the both of you. Breathing heavily, sweating and feeling the way Sangwon’s cum is slowly dripping past your folds onto the ground. Your body feels on fire and so does his. Your walls were still squeezing him tightly, now even more than before, milking him dry of any more cum he has to give. It’s so intense, he has to pull out of you, causing even more cum to seep out of your sensitive pussy.

When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is, again, yourself. You look like a mess, but you can’t help but smile, unbelieving of what just happened. The first thing you do is pull up the neckline of your dress, just to cover your breasts. Then you try to get up, but your legs betray you, so you immediately fall back onto Sangwon’s lap.

The idol laughs much calmer now. He almost seems exhausted himself.

“Careful”, he speaks in a soft tone, one arm still wrapped around your body.

“We have to get you ready! We’re already too late.”

You turn towards him now, pointing at the watch on your wrist and Sangwon furrows his eyebrows right away.

“You’re seriously thinking about work now?”, he asks unbelieving and you nod.

“Yes, of course. You’re not?”

“No”, he answers.