#sunghoon drabble

from delivering big props for different departments to holding the heavy pole steady while other guys marked where the portable stage lights should be placed, if any hard work or heavy lifting had to be done, sunghoon was their guy.

he worked tirelessly that week, not getting rest even during the day of the anniversary itself because he was also tasked with taking photos of the event along with the rest of the photography club.

so instead of roaming around the wide university plaza with his girlfriend and your shared group of friends, sunghoon exhausted himself by running to different booths, back and forth to the main stage in hopes of getting proper shots—all without a single complaint.

the blistering heat of the sun, the lack of rest from nights he spent awake trying to get his academic responsibilities done, on top of the the extra-curricular activities he'd been burdened with naturally took a toll on him.

he woke up one morning and just couldn't find any strength to move.

his sinuses were clogged. pain throbbed in the sides of his head like a firm ball constantly being bounced against the walls of his skull. being in a thin shirt felt too warm, too stuffy. even lifting a finger was far too heavy to carry than the weighted disks he used to bench.

days bled, one into the other.

sunghoon had lost his concept of time, and he didn't bother checking his clock anymore. all he knew was he'd open his eye to see jake leaving him his medicine for the night, and after a blink, they'd be greeting him goodbye to head to uni with sunlight peaking from behind his blackout curtains.

the only constant, the only string to reality he had left in his current state was you.

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sunghoon's texts come back to back, making several dings in your quiet apartment.

he's been sick for four days now, and though you've offered multiple times to come visit him, he's always turned you down sternly, too afraid of infecting you with whatever plague he had.

but he's still sunghoon: persistent and just a little more clingy and emotional when he's sick like this. which is why he wanted—no, needed—to have you on facetime as much as possible.

"no," he said, compressed tissues stuffed up his nostrils. you could hear each breath he took clearly through the speaker, each heavy and labored exhales rasping through the bottom of your phone.

despite the graininess of the video call, you could still see the faint-blue tint of his stubbles—shadows of his unmaintained beard that made his sickly complexion somehow look sharper, the blood-shot eyes that were fighting to stay open just so he could look at you despite the obvious signs of exhaustion.

it was a sad, sad sight. and the bags under his eyes from his lack of proper sleep completed the miserable visage, enough to effectively crumple your heart to pieces.

you barrage him with one worried question after the other. "are you sure, love? you look like you haven't been sleeping well. are you eating? are the boys making sure you're taking your medicine at the right time?"

"'m fine, angel.. jus.. need to hear ya say.. that you love me." sunghoon reasoned with pauses to breathe after every word his mouth slurred.

"i love you, hoonie. now go take a rest, please? you won't get better if you keep fighting your body."

"n–no.." his thick eyebrows drew together, the screen shaking a bit as he repositioned himself to sit up. he leaned his back against stacked pillows, forcing his eyes to gain clarity just for a moment so he could properly see at you. "say it again for me. please."

"i love you."

he hummed, a weak, dopey smile tugging upward on his lips. "i love you too, angel.. tell me what happened today."

you kept talking to him about random things that happened in uni while doing your homework and his body slowly shifted lower and lower while listening as intently as he could until he was lying back down on the bed.

after two hours of yapping your heart out, you turned to your camera and noticed that sunghoon was already asleep.

his hand was surprisingly steady as it held his phone to his face, like he wanted to keep talking to you despite being so deep in his subconscious already.

you couldn't bring yourself to end the call so you also laid in bed, adoring every little sleepy grunt and quiet whispers of your name as you watched sunghoon dream of you.

you raise your hand, knocking your knuckles once against the familiar door.

it opens quietly with a surprised jay and jake (or two j, as you affectionately like to call them) meeting you on the other side.

you press an index finger to your mouth, slowly stepping inside. "where's sunghoon?" you whisper, taking your shoes off as quietly as you can while jay saunters over to their kitchen with the big bag you brought along with you.

"he's in his room. sicko never really went out today other than to shower."

"yeah, and we tried to get him to eat but the most he'd swallow is like.. three spoons of rice." jake whispered from your side, anxiously looking over at sunghoon's door.

you let out a small sigh and followed to their kitchen, shooting jay a grateful smile as he proactively heated up the soup you'd made for your boyfriend.

"this is too much for him, you know." jay starts.

you take out three big bowls from their cupboard, shrugging. "i made enough for the three of you."

jake watches jay scoop out a portion for the both of them, lips parted at the mouthwatering visual. "i'm not gonna hold you, Y/N—this looks fire as hell. and i'm thankful i get to reap the benefits of sunghoon having an amazing girlfriend… but why? we've been eating just fine."

you move around their kitchen with ease, already familiar with the layout and location of the utensils you need to make a tray for sunghoon. "consider it an appreciation gift. i just assumed it wasn't easy taking care of the guy. i heard him snapping at you over facetime the other night, you know."

jake nods with a hand over his chest, sighing dramatically. "god forbid a guy asks his best friend to make legos."

"he never agreed to do that when you asked him while he was mentally sound. did you think he'd agree to it when he was sick?"

"i thought he might be more open to the idea of spending quality time with me!"

jay snorts. "the only person he's been whining to have quality time with is her so maybe let it go."

he takes out sunghoon's routine medicine and slips them to the side of the tray while you scoop out a more generous portion of the soup into a bowl, even neatly garnishing it with a proud smile on your face.

"go have dinner, you two. i'll take over taking care of hoon now."

you slip inside his room quiet as a mouse.

your boyfriend had his back turned to the door, black tshirt stretching across the expanse of his shoulders. he's curled into a fetal position, blanket tucked under his arm with one of his legs sticking out of the thick material as his body purposelessly searches for both warmth and coldness at the same time.

you take a small step forward and it makes a creak, causing sunghoon to shift slightly.

his tired voice echos out, grumpy because you've been indirectly ignoring his calls and texts all afternoon. "go away, jake. i told you i didn't want to play with your stupid fucking legos."

"now that's not a nice way to talk to jake, is it? no wonder he's sad."

sunghoon's eye widens at the sound of your voice and he sits up in a split second before clutching his head as the sharp, electric pain shoots up to his temple just as quickly.

he's convinced what he heard has been a hallucination. that he's been too sick from both missing his girlfriend and whatever was contaminating his system.

"a–angel?" sunghoon calls out tentatively, eyes screwed shut in pain.

you walk to the side of the bed, laying the tray down gently on the floor before wrapping your arms around his hunched figure. despite his decreased ability to smell, he was able to pick up a faint scent of your perfume and that was enough for him to be put at ease.

"god.. why did you go here? i— i told you not to come. you're going to get s–sick too." sunghoon sniffled.

your palm cradles his flushed cheeks, your lips parting at just how warm he was. "the boys told me your fever wasn't going down quickly enough and that you weren't eating. i was worried, hoonie."

sunghoon's eyes remain shut as he chased after the softness of your hand, his own coming up to keep it close to his face. "mm.. i just didn't have the appetite. and i missed my girlfriend too much to worry about eating."

"that's exactly why you're still sick."

"so don't nag me when i'm already sick."

"i'll nag you whenever i want, park. especially when you blindly push your body to the limit." you mutter, pulling your hand away and guiding him to sit up against the headboard. you cross your arms over your chest. "i told you to say no to those pesky student officers didn't i?"

"they needed help, angel." he argued weakly.

"yeah, and they were also taking advantage of your kindness." you huffed through your nose, shooting him a frustrated glare. "never do that again. never. you hear me?"

sunghoon flinches and nods his head slowly, eyes downturned as he sniffs once. then his voice comes out smaller, more unsure. "a.. a–are you mad at me?"

"i'm—" you bite your lip, regretting the pointedness of your tone as you watch guilt wash over sunghoon's tired face. you take a deep breath in, urging yourself to calm down before talking softer. "i'm not, hoonie.. i'm sorry. i've just been.. worried sick about you. i don't want you putting yourself through this kind of pain again."

he just nods, lips forming into a pout as he silently opens his arms. "if you're not mad.. then hug me. please?"

he requests it in such a tiny, soft voice that you can't help but wrap your arms around him, letting him press his nose against your shoulder while you rub soothing circles on his back, whispering quiet apologies against his hair.

"i'm sorry, baby. i'm sorry. i won't do it again." you soothe him until he's the one peeling himself off of you.

"it's okay.. i kinda deserved it. i just wanted to be helpful."

"i know you did. but now you're sick and you have to take care of yourself." it's then that you pick up the tray from the floor, balancing it atop your crossed legs before showing it to sunghoon. "and that starts by eating something proper."

"you.. made this? for me?" sunghoon's eyes twinkle as he looks at the soup and spread of side dishes on the tray.

"mhm. asked my mom for a recipe. it took a couple of days and even more tries than that but.. it's all worth it." your smile is wide and proud as you take a spoonful of soup, a hand cupped under it while guiding it to sunghoon's parted lips. "say ahhhh."

he takes it all and you continue to beam as his smile widens as well.

you continue to carefully feed him despite him stubbornly arguing he could do it himself. he relents and parts his lips weakly, and you wipe the corner of his lips with your thumb, making small talk to keep him entertained.

he just listens to you animatedly rant about the small errors that happened in your cooking attempts, still silent as he usually is. but the small smile on his lips, no matter how weak, lets you know that sunghoon is savoring every drop of extra attention he could have from you.

you turn your back to him for one second to grab some tissues and the next thing you know, he's hanging his head again, sniffling and roughly wiping tears with the back of his hand while he chews.

the soup is delicious, sunghoon thinks.

he couldn't taste much—considering his current state—but he knows its well-seasoned. he imagines how tired you must have been to be doing all that work after class, how desperate you were to call your mom just so you could make something for your sick boyfriend.

every chew of the soft chicken made him feel cozy, fuzzy, akin to the feeling he got whenever he slipped under the sheets after a long, tiring day. and the fact that he could taste the time and effort you put into it warms sunghoon's body from the inside out.

for a very brief moment, all the pain he's feeling is gone, replaced with the overwhelming, borderline-suffocating love and gratefulness he has in his heart that it just all pours out of him in the form of a stifled sob.

you watch him blindly reach out to you and you hurriedly put the finished tray back down before sighing.

"oh, my pengoo.." you hold his hand, brushing his hair back with the other before wiping his tears.

his glassy eyes stare at you and it tells you everything you need to know.

he doesn't need to explain further, because you've also grown familiar to that feeling. because you've felt it multiple times from how much sunghoon has taken good care of you as well. seeing him cry happy tears is enough to make your eyes water too.

"i love you. i— i'm sorry. i don't know why i'm c–crying… i just love you so much—" he says in between sobs, wetting your shoulder with his tears as you take him into your arms again. "i fucking love you, angel. i'm g–grateful for you. i'm grateful for the world because it led me back to you. thank you, thank you, i don't know how else to say it—"

"shhh. i love you too. and i'm lucky to be the one who gets to see you and take care of you like this." you whisper, kissing the side of his head, lips grazing the shell of his ear each time you spoke.

sunghoon only sobbed harder, muscular arms wrapping tighter around your waist to get you impossibly closer to him. he kept muffling sweet professions of love against your skin. how he can't believe you'd put in this much effort for him, and how he's definitely going to prove to you he deserved being taken care of like this once he's all better.

"the fact that you love me, and that i love you, is enough to prove you deserve this and more, pengoo. but if you want to do that, you have to drink your medicine now. the sooner you get better, the sooner you can take care of me too, right?"

you hated that you were taking advantage of his vulnerable state, but you knew sunghoon—who was an avid hater of taking any sort of bitter supplements—would only accept it right now so you quickly pushed him a glass of water with one hand, the other holding three medicinal tablets atop your open palm.

he took it all without question, adam's apple slowly bobbing as he swallowed the medicine with a slight grimace on his pretty face. you smiled proudly and whispered praises, patting his head.

it was enough to make sunghoon cry again, arms instinctively reaching out for you like a child.

"you did so good, pengoo. so so good. i know you'll get better soon. i love you, mkay? i love you."

you held him close and kept whispering the same words over and over while running your hand through sunghoon's hair until his tears turned into sniffles. until the sniffles turned into quiet peace. he probably got drowsy after eating and crying so much that he just passed out in your arms.

you wanted to move, but you couldn't risk interrupting what was probably the most meaningful sleep he's been able to get thus far, so you just gently scoot down until you're both properly lying down.

you gently position sunghoon's head until it's laid on your chest, and you hear him whine sleepily. he looked for you even in his slumber, whispering your name quietly, built arms coiling around your waist like he was scared you'd vanish if he didn't hold you tight enough.

you just laughed and combed your fingers through his jet black hair, giving his forehead a kiss until his breathing evened out.

sunghoon's eyes fluttered open slowly to a pillow replacing the spot he knows you should've been in.

his head isn't too foggy anymore. there's no constant dull pulsing behind his eyes, and he could breathe so much better now. still, his body refused to move the way he wanted to. still sluggish, like his muscles couldn't catch up to the orders his brain was making.

he was starting to worry that everything had been a very happy dream, something his brain compensated him with in return for all the sleepless night full of agony he went through.

but he still tastes the broth in his mouth, and when he touched his forehead, he could feel a cooling pad there. something neither of his bestfriends would be smart enough to give him.

"angel?" he calls out.

he hears a pattering of footsteps to his room before you come in with that soft smile you always seem to wear around him. "hoonie, you're up. feeling better yet, big boy?"

you sit on the edge of the bed and sunghoon shivers when he feels the back of your hand press against his neck. "mhm.. why are your hands so cold?"

"one, i just finished washed the dishes. and two, because you're still warm. more stable than you were a while ago but i think you still need to rest some more." you settle on the bed next to him, pulling out his laptop from under his pillow. "you wanna watch a movie?"

the laptop is in front of sunghoon's spread legs with yours outside of his. you would normally be the one in front with your back pressed against his chest but you wanted to indulge his need to be as close to you as possible so you decided to flip the roles. just for tonight.

his bigger frame wasn't too much of an obstruction but you definitely had to lean to the side if you wanted a better view of the screen. and yes, the way the both of you were positioned like right now was a little embarrassing, and if anyone walked in, they'd probably laugh at how much of a baby sunghoon looked like leaning against your smaller figure.

you didn't care though, and neither did he.

it felt good being the little spoon. your arms were wrapped around his waist, and your chin was hooked on his shoulder. that's all he could ever ask for right now.

both of you watch the movie, just basking in the familiar routine. sunghoon would grunt under his breath if he ever felt your hand leaving his, snatching your wrist back until your fingers locked together again.

"you're extra clingy." you murmur, tip of your nose brushing against his nape.

sunghoon huffed. "and you're extra annoying when you don't allow me to bask in my girlfriend's touch when you know i've been deprived of it for nearly a week."

you steal a kiss on the rough skin of his jaw, grinning before shooting him the million dollar question: "then would you let me kiss you?"

sunghoon's taken back, and he sputters for an answer for the first few seconds before settling with a quiet no while shaking his head.

"why not?"

he blinks a few times, fiddling with his thumb before he clears his throat. "because i'm sick! and then you'll get sick, angel. you know i'd.. n–never turn that down—but not when i'm risking your health. i can't be as selfish as that."

you're persistent, breaking down his resolve by pressing your chest further against his back. "but i want a kiss right now, hoonie."

heat creeps up his neck, and while he's very fucking tempted to just throw it all out the window, the hypothetical image of you miserably lying in bed and drowning in cold sweat just like he had been was enough to make him reject the idea.

but even though his mouth says one thing, his body is saying another.

it knew how much he'd been craving for you. the image of kissing you, the way you sound when you're breathless and still asking for more—it was more than enough to get blood rushing to his cock. your breathy pleading so close against his ear and your cool fingertips running up and down his stomach weren't helping either.

your eyes catch the tiny bulge forming under his pajamas and you muffle your laughter against his jaw. "okay, no kisses on the lips," you concede. "but let me take care of you. of that."

his eyes widen, big palms attempting to cover the evidence of his arousal but it was too late. "i can just—"

the protest died in his throat as you slowly trail open-mouthed kisses down the sharp curve of his jaw.

he tried to ignore it. sunghoon willed himself to keep his eyes focused on the laptop's screen instead of the your lips brushing featherlight against his nape. instead of the cold sensation of your fingers pushing up his shirt and tracing the faint indented lines of his abs.

"it's okay. i just want to make my hoonie feel better. this feels good doesn't it?"

"ye—yeah." his voice broke when you move his hand away, pressing you palm against his bulge and rubbing it further against the cotton of his pajama pants. you push it down until his cock is revealed, making sunghoon hiss as the cool air of the room kisses the firmness of his already-damp cock. "fuck…"

you continue to trace lazy shapes on his hips while you held the base of his cock, giving it a few squeezes, slow stroking his thick, meaty cock until it grew even harder.

no wonder your soft boyfriend turned into a different man in bed.

having this much power and control over him, seeing him pathetically chase after your hand was seriously addicting. and hearing the low, breathy whines of your name as he begged for more only pushed you further into the intoxicating headspace.

sunghoon kept whimpering under his breath, hips weakly pushing upward to meet the pump of your hand but you kept him in place, biting the shell of his ear. "quit moving, baby. let me do all the work for you."

sunghoon's chest trembles as he takes in a breath through gritted teeth. he fists the blanket until his knuckles turned white, every muscle tensed as he urged himself to keep still. "okay.. just— p–please, angel. i'm so hard.. it hurts."

"i know it does. it looks like it does." his cock was burning hot and angrily throbbing in your hand. the thick veins of it were popping out as your thumb played with the crown of his cock, the rough pad of it rubbing against the slit and smearing the beads of his precum messily against the sensitive flesh.

you rub your palm against the tip until it was glistening, lubricated enough to properly stroke him. his eyes are unfocused and he's losing more and more control of his muscles the more you squeezed on his length that he has no other choice but to lean his head back against your shoulder.

gooseflesh rose in his skin when you held his jaw and locked it in is place, as if you wanted him to watch, to feel every deliberate move you made to ruin him: lips that bite at the pale skin of his neck which tasted faintly of mint body wash and salty sweat. nails that lightly brushed the sides of his cock—not enough to hurt, but enough to make him release spurts of precum that dripped off of the back of your hand.

you couldn't help but giggle against his neck. "the doors aren't locked.. and if the boys think you're in pain then they'll come barging in. do you really want that, hoonie?" you purr comes out low and sultry, making your boyfriend whine louder.

it was a blatant lie, but it was fun seeing sunghoon squirm and bite on his lips to muffle his own noises.

he's burning up—but for an entirely different reason now.

his cheeks were flushed pink, shell of his ears in an even deeper shade of it. beads of sweat rolled down his neck and you filthily lapped at every drop while darkening the mark you made above his pulse point—all while you maintained your pace, downright pornographic shlick shlick shlicks ringing in his ears each time you tugged on the skin of his cock.

"mmh—b–baby.. hnngh—fuck, it hurts.. h–hurts so good, angel.." sunghoon whimpered, voice still dry and raspy. you tried to pin sunghoon's hips down but he was far too needy, chasing after your hand with breathy pleads of your name.

"yeah? can't even keep yourself still for me, can you? could feel you throbbing against my palm, baby." you squeeze your hands tighter around his cock, causing his hips to falter in surprise but only for a quick second before he went back to fucking your fist like its the only thing he knew how to do.

"i want to.. hnn—can't—" his fingers wrapped around your wrist, keeping it in place. he bit on the tip of his tongue when you rubbed the leaking slit of his cock again, only to let go of it completely.

his eyes fluttered open but before he could even ask, you reached lower, giving his balls a tender squeeze.

his thighs tense up, a small broken moan leaving his swollen lips as his girth pressed against the bottom of his stomach while you continued to massage him, peppering kisses along his shoulder. "did you miss this hoonie? they feel heavier now.. did you need me to touch you that badly?"

he'd tried to touch himself to you. several times already, in fact.

and he hopelessly failed in all of his attempts, lacking the energy and strength to keep rubbing his cock despite how hard it would get at the mere thought of his girlfriend.

but now you're here, touching him and relieving all the aching frustrations he's had and it's taking sunghoon's every last bit of strength not to just explode on the spot.

"yes— f–fuck, yes," he nods, quick and frantic. his cock woefully searched for some sort of friction, bouncing against his pelvis each time it twitched due to your lack of attention. "can't— c–couldn't do it without you angel— please.. i need you to touch me again."

sunghoon begged, pleaded as loud as he could without actually disturbing his roommates. his pride was nowhere to be found, mind overtaken by pleasure to even dwell on the fact that he was letting you have control.

and while the idea of breaking him down until he was a babbling mess graced your mind, you could tell sunghoon was desperate, already with tears in his eyes, so you made the decision not to delay it any longer.

slender finger wrapped around his length again, giving the base a testing squeeze before you started pumping your hand quickly, not giving sunghoon a chance to be eased into it.

"shit—f–fuck! angel—" he leaned further back, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you twist your wrist, making more quiet whimpers escape his parted lips.

the tip of his cock had turned a heated shade of maroon from all the build-up you've done, and using your fingers, you made a tight ring just below it and squeezed with just enough pressure that you knew would get him undone.

"nnh… i c–can't— 'm gonna— f–fuck!"

translucent while ropes exploded out, landing messily all over sunghoon's black shirt and partly exposed stomach. you kept stroking him until he rode out his orgasm, milking out every last drop until his debauched whimpers turned more high-pitched from the overstimulation.

you gracefully let him go and brought your cum-stained hand closer to his face, tongue tracing the shell of his ear. "messy hoonie.. look at what you did."

but he tried to, but he couldn't. he felt dizzy, dishonored, and something akin to shame brewed within his chest as he seated with the fact that he enjoyed what just happened a little too much.

he just grabbed your hand and forced it to press against his shirt until all evidence of his submission was smudged against the fabric of it before turning around to bury his flushed face against your chest.

you coo, giggling heartily at sunghoon before running your fingers through his hair.

you place a soft kiss on the crown on his head, gently kicking the laptop to the side while you let the sound of the long-forgotten rom-com movie play in the background while you lull your sick sunghoon back to sleep.

YAN'S NOTES ➤ this sat in my inbox for quite a while and i've been meaning to get to this after several wips were done but i fear i'm a sucker for the e404 series and it's seriously the only thing that gets me out of a slump. also?? first time writing sub!member on here and of course Of Fucking Course it had to be sunghoon. lmk what u think pls < 3

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The house is too quiet. The kind of quiet that only happens after along night, when everyone's fully crashed, the music has been off for hours but the echo of it still feels like it's sitting in the walls. The kitchen light is dim, just the overhead casting a soft glow across the counter, and you're leaning against it, barefoot. In a large t-shirt that Nari leant to you. Arms folded loosely across yourself as you stare down at the dirty dishes in the sink. Trying to convince the thoughts rattling in your head to quiet down so you can lay down to sleep.

It's not working.

You hear him before you see him, the soft creak of the stairs, the faint sound of movement that immediately puts you on edge in the way you hate. And you don't miss the way your entire body reacts as he enters the room. You don't turn right away. You don't need to, body had already figured out who it was when he was still on the stairs.

Sunghoon's body stills when he reaches the doorway, eyes lifting from the phone in his hand to find you bent over the counter. You're wearing one of his old t-shirts and a pair of shorts that hug your ass so nicely, you couldn't even blame him for staring. He had come down here for water. Honest. Had assumed that you would be up in Jake's room, fast asleep. He had been giving you attention all night.

Attention that you didn't bother to redirect. He ignores the way relief washes throughout his body, stepping further into the kitchen until he's able to pass you. "Yn," He says. Your name sounds different coming from him now, as if you got used to the breathless mumble from weeks before. He's being cautious, even in the way he moves, like he's not sure how anything is going to land. "I didn't expect you to be up."

You exhale quietly, forcing yourself to stand up straight so you're able to look up at him fully. A hand reaching up to push your hair back out of your face. "Couldn't sleep." You say with a shrug, tugging at the hem of your shirt before clearing your throat. It was late. Too late to be up talking to your best friend's boyfriend. You had to go to get out of here. "I might head-" Sunghoon is speaking before you can even finish your sentence.

"Are you serious?" The roughness in his tone makes something in your chest tighten instantly. Finally, you're looking at him properly, and he's already watching you. Brows pulled together, jaw set in a way that tells you he isn't going to let you slip away that easily. You had perfected it up until this moment, had gone the entire night without an unnecessary run in. Every second you spent away from Nari, you were with Jake or Sunoo, or Jay. Literally anyone other than Sunghoon.

And he noticed it. But he couldn't do anything about it and that annoyed him the most. It was written all over his face. "What?" You ask, sharper now. "I should go," You're insisting, stepping back to walk out of the room.

Sunghoon is matching your movements, stepping closer to you. "Yn, really?" His dark eyes boring into yours. The island still separates the two of you, but the space feels smaller now under his stare. "What about Nari?" You're letting out a short, incredulous breath, it's stuck between a laugh and a scoff. "You're asking me about Nari? Are you for real?" Your eyes roll at his ridiculousness.

He hadn't been the least bit worried about Nari the past week he spent blowing up your phone. Trying to talk to you. And you knew for a fact Nari was the furthest thing from his mind when he had you spread out on FaceTime. So how dare he bring her up now?

"How do you think she'd feel?" He continues, like the tone of your voice didn't matter in the slightest, he's pushing through anyway. "Waking up and her best friend ditched? What about brunch?" He baits.

"Don't weaponize my best friend against me," You snap, the words coming out faster now, sharper, because what he says hits somewhere it shouldn't. Nari has been detailing her vision for the perfect birthday for months now, to you especially. And the thought of ruining it made your stomach hurt, but hanging around her boyfriend made your head spin. So there genuinely was no winning.

"I'm just saying-" He tries to defend, but your words overlap his. "Well, stop." A pointed glare is sent in his direction and while that should've been enough to get him to back off, it only eggs him on. Because underneath it all, he could still see so clearly how badly you still wanted him. Why else would you be trying so hard to get away from him.

Sunghoon knew you felt guilty about that night, because he did too. But he also knew you felt even more guilty about the fact that you'd do it again. Because he would too. Over and over again. For real this time. He wanted to feel you. He needed it. Spent two whole weeks imagining how it'd feel to have your soft hands pressed against his chest, thighs squeezed around his waist as you bounced yourself on his lap.

The sight of you pushing your fingers into your pussy, the gasp you let - had been replaying in his mind ever since you hung up the call. And now he can't stop thinking about how tight you'd feel wrapped around his dick. The pretty sounds you'd let out as he fucked into you. It was driving him insane and there's no way it wasn't that way for you too.

He exhales through his nose, running a hand through his hair, taking two steps toward you. You don't step back and he's taking that as an indicator that he was right. You wanted him too. But if that was the case, there was something that just didn't make sense to him.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He practically blurts it out. You look at him immediately, brows furrowing in mock confusion. "I haven't." He's scoffing, eyes rolling the same way yours had just moments before. "You have."

A soft sigh falls from your lips. "Sunghoon..." He was acting dense and you couldn't fathom how he could. Of course you'd avoid him and the fact that he was confused about why just seemed so tone deaf to you. "For two weeks," He says, interrupting whatever thought you were leading to. His voice isn't raised or harsh, but it's firm in a way that you haven't heard from him before.

"You won't look at me, you won't even answer my texts-"

"Sunghoon," You say again, more controlled this time, forcing your tone to stay steady even though your chest was tightening once again. "what we did was wrong. Why are you acting like it's not?"

You see the way your words hit him. His gaze softens for a moment, as if he's remembering for the first time and two weeks that he had a girlfriend who he claimed to be crazy about. The realization lasts for all over four seconds before his expression shifts into something more stubborn, more set. He's moving closer to you, effectively closing the gap between your bodies.

The air in the room suddenly feels thinner. And you fail to mask the gasp that leaves your lips when you feel he's hands caging you in between the cool island and his chest. He's grinning, pride blooming in his chest. You weren't as composed as you pretended to be. You were just as fucked up over this as he was.

And at first, that's all he wanted to prove. But now, being this close to you, feeling every rise and fall of your chest - seeing up close that dazed look in your eyes, he couldn't bring himself to move back. You smell sweet. Pretty big eyes looking up at him through your long lashes. This close he can see the faint freckles on your nose, the blush dusted across your cheeks. He's not sure if it's makeup or just you. He also doesn't care.

"Tell me to stop." He's sighing the words out, head bowing slightly and you feel his bangs brush against you. He's letting out the lowest of groans, lips brushing ever so softly against your skin. You feel the way his body shifts, hips pressing against yours and you feel the swell of his cock all too well through the fabric of your clothes.

Your teeth bite back the moans that threaten to slip out. Sunghoon continues, head lifted and hooded eyes focused on yours. "Come on, Yn. Tell me you don't want me." You can't hold his stare any longer, gaze dropping to the letters on his hoodie instead. You're slipping, you can feel it. The fact that you hadn't stopped thinking about him, wanting him was starting to become too hard to hide. It's like he could see right through you. And he was already past the point of pretending this isn't happening. He just needed you to meet him where he was at.

"We can't," You try, but it comes out weak and unconvinced. Sunghoon is letting out a soft laugh at the sound of it. "We can. Just once?" He offers like that would solve all of your issues and you hate how cute he looks with his lower lip pushed out like that. He's mirroring the neediness you feel. The insistent throb between your legs becoming too hard to ignore and Sunghoon doesn't miss the way you press your thighs together. His grin grows.

A hand lifts from the counter to cup the side of your face, gentle and slow. You fight the urge to lean into his touch. His eyes watch the way his thumb traces your lower lip, threatening to push the digit into your mouth. And judging from the way your eyes flutter, you'd let him. He nearly looses it when your tongue is poking out, brushing against his finger, subtly coaxing him into your mouth. "You're so fucking perfect," He groans, free hand reaching down to grasp your thigh - easily lifting it onto his hip.

He's stepping into the new space he's created, expertly angling his hips so his cock presses against you. And you can feel him perfectly through your thin shorts. It's nudging against your clit and you don't have enough time to prepare, the moan that leaves your lips startles the both of you. He's laughing, shushing you, but lifting his hips once more. Your lips are wrapping around his thumb to muffle your moans, fists tightening into the fabric of his shirt - holding him close as his hips roll.

"Yn," He huffs, dark brows furrowing as he tugs your body closer to him. "F-fuck. Yn?" You're humming out your response, hips lifting to meet each one of his thrusts. Until they're slowly to a stop and he's looking down at you with this intense stare that hadn't been there seconds before. His thumb is being pulled from your mouth and he's swiping it against your cheek, almost lovingly.

But his expression is anything but. It's actually a little sad. "I love my girlfriend," He blurts and your stomach drops, but you can't find it in you to push him away. You swallow, fingers dropping from his shirt to curl against the edge of the counter behind you. That's all the space you're able to create with him holding you. "I'm going to marry that girl." He adds, like he needs you to understand it, as if he needs to say it out loud for it to mean something.

It's like you've been frozen in place, unable to move, unable to speak. But you wanted to scream. At him. At yourself. At the fact that you knew. You knew how he felt about Nari and you still... hoped? At the fact that you hadn't met him first. You could feel the scream building in your chest, but it was like it was stuck. Being pushed down by the shame of the situation. This should've never happened. You should've never even came.

"I am." He confirms, shooting you another serious look. Effectively fanning the flames. But then, his voice drops, his expression softens and he's pulling your closer again. "But fuck," He sighs, lifting a hand to shove at his hair, his eyes finding yours again. "I can't get you out of my head."

The words hit harder than they should, heavier because of everything that came before them, because of what he just said about your best friend. And because what all of this made you. You don't respond right away. You can't. Because everything that you should say feels wrong and everything else was worse.

Sunghoon's quickly filling the silence. "I feel like I just need this right now." Being this close to him, you can literally see it. The conflict, the frustration. He's looking at you like he's been holding this in for longer than he should have. "Is that okay?" The look he pins you with is what makes you falter. Brows pinched together and eyes basically filled with hearts. You're nodding before you can talk yourself out of it. "Okay." You're whispering and a grin breaks onto his features.

He's reaching down without another word, both hands wrapping around your bare thighs and easily lifting you onto the counter. You're letting out a giggle that he matches. "So cute," He says, slotting himself between your legs and you don't hesitate to lock your ankles behind his back - pulling him closer. His hand slides from your thigh to your jaw, pulling you into him as his mouth crashes against yours.

The gasp you let out hits his tongue before it can circle around the room, eyes falling closed as his tongue pushes out to part your lips. It's messy, immediate and not at all gentle in the way it should be for your first kiss. There's frustration behind it, weeks of it. Low groans rattling his chest as he pulls you closer. As if you could never be close enough. Sunghoon kisses you roughly, like he's trying to prove something, like he's trying to drown something else out.

You receive him well. At least you try to. A hand coming up to grip at the front of his shirt while the other tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck. Pulling him closer instead of pushing you away. And that seems to make it worse, he presses harder - deeper, a hand sneaking behind you until he's palming at your ass. He's swallowing each one of your moans, keeping a firm grip on your body against his as his hips start to move again.

the school’s spring festival was a success.

with amazing coordination from the student council of all grades, you were met with satisfied results.

you were given three months to plan, coordinate, and accumulate all students in your school. you, as the grade’s class president, you were in charge of collecting opinions, doing surveys, and making posters for the school’s festival.

it was amazing. the weather was perfect, sunny with some breeze as the cherry blossoms were starting to fall from the trees. everyone was happy and enjoyed the activities that were included. seeing everyone smile made you smile, it gave you some sense of pride.

your adorable outfit, simple blue jeans, a red plaid tube top that fitted right and was appropriate, and a white cardigan and a matching white bow to fit your messy bun, made you look so pretty and captivated from everyone. you looked soft and delicate. like a flower 🌸 your boyfriend texted you after you sent him a selfie earlier today

that radiate smile you give off to people, how you listen to students with genuine interest, and how you softly speak to them, it’s no wonder people like you and want to keep you as class president. you have the grades, the balance, the sweet personality, and the serious one too.

you were so occupied with the student council and helping build the festival while balancing your grades and extracurriculars, that your boyfriend is still yet to spend a private moment with you.

sunghoon💗: are you done yet?

sunghoon💗: i’ve been waiting for you

hmm not yet, i have to still stay at the club sign up area for a bit :(

once some students leave and the area is a bit empty, i’ll come to you :)

sunghoon💗: you’re not gonna clean up?

pfttt i have other priorities ;)

i can start setting up

sunghoon💗: please hurry

sunghoon💗: i want to see you

sunghoon💗: you and that pretty outfit of yours

sunghoon💗: you’re very much prettier in person

sunghoon💗: i only saw you from afar but i still kept staring at you

sunghoon💗: finding any way to just stare at you and be in your space

i wanted to see you too :( i’m sorry i just got so busy with today

sunghoon💗: i know baby, i completely understand

sunghoon💗: idc but after this, you’re mine to keep

sunghoon💗: god i want to keep you all to myself

sunghoon💗: just you and me

but i’m already yours? hehe🥰

sunghoon💗: yes baby but i can’t hold it in

sunghoon💗: and that bow

sunghoon💗: the one i gifted you for your bday

it’s the best bow ever!! 😚 thank you again <3

sunghoon💗: anything for my princess

i have to go now, they want me to start prepping! i’ll be there soon and we can watch as many movies as you like tonight :)

sunghoon💗: oki, i like the sound of that

sunghoon💗: i’ll be waiting ❤️

you bit your lip, containing your smile. you put your phone in your back pocket as you help your classmates clean up with some students saying goodbye while passing by to go home. of course, you cheerily thanked them for coming today and hope they go home safely.

you’re in a good mood once you finally have time to see your boyfriend.

after folding and organizing everything, you finally said goodbye to your classmates and headed towards inside the classroom building where you’re expected to see your boyfriend.

you excitedly go up the stairs, each step making your heart pound in anticipation. your eyes immediately try to find your boyfriend once you reached the floor. his back is leaned against the door at the end of the hallway, making you see his perfect side profile.

his eyes eventually saw yours. and you excitedly wave at him. sunghoon’s lips curved into a smirk upon seeing your arrival and finally having to grasp your appearance in front of him.

you walked towards sunghoon, already halfway there when you unexpectedly were stopped by two students.

“class president! we need help, we were supposed to interview this one student but she backed down last minute.” your eyebrows jumped, surprised at the sudden action.

“if you have time, can we interview you for like five minutes! it’s really quick! and you’re great at speaking too.” her eyes beg for desperation holding her mic while the cameraman stares at you with anticipation.

you’re stunned honestly. you didn’t expect this. you quickly glanced at your boyfriend who gave you an understanding nod. your lips shaped into a small smile.

sunghoon was about to shoot them.

but of course, he can’t. he prays that both of them will trip on their way home after stealing his girlfriend in front of his damn face.

“sure.” you replied. the two students jumped in happiness and helped you prepare for the interview.

as the interview started, sunghoon couldn’t help but stare at you. just at you standing in such a beautiful, polite manner. you answering their questions with confidence and radiating energy. you laughed at the right moments, spoke in such a delicate way that can people be attracted to you. your clean, effortless outfit and that big bow to show off your class-president vibe, sunghoon just kept admiring you from afar.

his eyes were only trained onto your figure. smiling whenever you smile. him nodding to your words as if you’re talking to him. god everything about you was so pretty that his heart ached.

“thank you!” the student thanked you before walking away. you immediately thanked them once again before finally walking to your boyfriend with no interruptions.

you finally stood in front of sunghoon, your eyes smiling first before your lips. sunghoon leaned his head against the door, his body turned towards you as he held a proud smile.

“hey class pres.” sunghoon teased. you fight the urge to roll your eyes as leaned in closer to him.

sunghoon instinctively opened his arms wide out to you as you immediately went into his arms, your face in his warm chest and your arms hugging him so tight.

“i miss you.” you mumbled on his chest, taking in that white musk scent of his that makes relax. after not having to spend time with your boyfriend for a while, you forget how sunghoon easily lets go of your stress.

sunghoon takes in your floral scent from your shampoo as he rests his chin on your head. you feel his lips on your forehead, pecking and you smiled to yourself.

you looked up at him as both of his eyebrows jumped. “how was the festival today?” you asked, still holding onto him.

“fun actually. i was able to win a keychain from ring toss. jay had a hard time.” he chuckled. your eyes jumped. “really? which keychain was it?”

“the cherry blossom one.”

your cheeks flushed in pink color.

it was the one that you designed and customized for the festival.

you try not to squeal, burying your head into his chest which makes sunghoon laugh from how ticklish it gets and how adorable you are from hiding from him.

“you really know how to make me blush. it’s not fair.” you said pouting at him. “do you like it?”

sunghoon nodded. “i do, it was the best one from the rest.” sunghoon’s dimple came out while smiling at you.

“do you know where i got the inspo from?” you asked, feeling a bit prideful.

sunghoon shakes his head.

“it was the first selfie that we had together. the cherry blossoms at the jeju field trip last year.” sunghoon’s face dropped, his expression amazed with your thoughtfulness.

he remembers it clearly. who wouldn’t? it was also the first time he kissed you.

his eyes just stare at you smiling. multiple thoughts coming to his head.

“i really do miss you-"

and just like that, you’re shut up by sunghoon’s lips. the familiar feeling creeping on your chest makes you immediately move along. sunghoon’s hand snakes to the curve of your waist to hold you still while his hand gently holds your jaw.

he kisses you harder, deeper. his tongue kissing your bottom lip for permission to explore your mouth.

you know this feeling. and you know what it means.

sunghoon is hungry.

after days, weeks of not physically being with you, he was so pent up and eager to touch you right here and there whenever he would see you in school.

the bus rides coming weren’t enough. secretly holding hands at lunch weren’t enough. your fingers brushing his when giving him papers weren’t enough.

if anything, it built thirst. more desire.

sunghoon swiftly locked the door behind you once you enter inside the empty classroom. you’re breathing heavily, your hands grasping his polo shirt to hold on as sunghoon doesn’t stop. he feels you all over: from your soft hair, your glowy skin, to your waist and under thighs.

you rest your head on sunghoon’s shoulder as his hand tightly holds you on your hip.

it’s possessive.

he immediately attacks your neck, from butterfly kisses to open, messy ones. you whimper when you feel his tongue dance on your neck. you snake your fingers inside his locks. pushing. encouraging, pressing his tongue deeper to your neck.

his hands from squeezing your hip to possessively squeezing your ass now. you moan at the feeling as he spreads apart of your ass cheeks. your heart beat quickens his hands play around.

he sucks on familiar spots, and specifically a very familiar one that’s above your collarbone that makes you crack a broken moan.

“f-fuck sunghoon.” you moan right into his ear that immediately made him hard. he slapped your ass, then rubbing it afterward.

sunghoon smirks against your skin when he hears something nostalgic. “when you sound like that, i really can’t control myself.”

more greed.

usually, you would curse him out for leaving marks that can be easily visible but in this moment, you didn’t care, all you wanted was him. you’re just as greedy as him.

you grab sunghoon’s neck to look at him. you see his eyes are dazed from making out with your neck. that sight itself made you dizzy. his messy hair, swollen lips, and hooded eyes. you couldn’t stop. didn’t want to.

“kiss me.” you spoke. sunghoon obligated easily. that makes you laugh and grow butterflies in your stomach.

you push him to meet your lips once again. more rhythmic, more soft, more like love.

sunghoon’s fingertips dance along to the ends of your top after you tossed your cardigan on the shelf next to you. he neatly removed your hair clip without hurting you. your hair fully let down.

your fingers quickly unbuttoned his shirt and you threw it somewhere. sunghoon smiled at your eagerness and just like that, his chest is open to you. muscular and well built.

“i miss your abs.” you saw, fingers dancing on his chest, stomach, abdomen, that made sunghoon clench his teeth as you stare with amazement, a smile curving your lips.

sunghoon lets you have your playtime since you haven’t seen him shirtless in a while, but he’s needy.

he pulls your top down, exposing your chest to him that made you gasp. your boobs jumped in sight. he gets even harder when you’re wearing a red lace bra that shows your perfect cleavage. and it’s one of his his favorite bra from you.

“fuck baby, did you wear this for me?” sunghoon says, his enormous hands cupping both of your boobs. you gasp once again at the stimulation. you’re sensitive after not having sex with him for weeks, maybe months. “did you think about me while wearing this?”

you nodded, pathetically. submissively. “yeah…” you grew why, looking away but sunghoon held your chin to look at his eyes properly. it wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t gentle either.

“so naughty of you.” his deep chuckle enters your ears. “just for me though… it’s the most beautiful scene ever.”

you sighed deeply, head leaned back as sunghoon fondles with your boobs. massaging, caressing, squeezing.

“i-i think they got bigger..” you mentioned suddenly after remembering one morning you looked at yourself in the mirror and noticed the difference.

a groan escaped from sunghoon. “shit really?” he asked excitedly and it makes you chuckle.

“can i see baby?” sunghoon asked, eyes staring to yours and you feel shy. you nodded, biting your lip as you wait for sunghoon’s reaction.

sunghoon wasted no time to unhook your bra and toss it somewhere along with your shirt. his eyes dilated. he doesn’t know what to do or what to start off with, but you’re correct, they are bigger than the last time you had sex with him.

“s-shit hoon!” you moan when sunghoon sucks on a boob, his tongue swirling, even biting your nipple as your jaw stays open from the sensation. his hand plays with your boob as your hands tug into his hair.

he does the same to the other after you hear a pop from his lips. you feel something warm between your thighs and you’re getting more desperate.

“i-im wet baby.” you broke out, heaving as your thighs press together. “i want you.”

“fuck baby i want you too.” sunghoon stares at you with hunger. he whispers on your lips. “i almost got hard in my pants every time i saw you. like a fucking teenager.”

you gasp at his dirty words. sunghoon was known to be a dirty mouth in bed but it still surprises you and makes you even wetter.

sunghoon leans towards your face and makes out with you one more time. he will never get tired of kissing you. playing with your tongue, getting your saliva, getting a taste of you. of everything.

his knee gets between in your leg as you moan at the sensation of his pants touching your crotch. immediately you started grinding onto his pants.

you break out from the kiss, moaning at how amazing the feeling is.

he puts his forehead onto yours, getting sweaty and heated up as he encourages you to go harder. faster.

“yeah baby, just like that. use me to make you feel good.” he whispers in your ear and making your moan from his words.

you kept moving up and down, trying to reach your point. your moans kept getting louder and louder and sunghoon had to cover your mouth with his hand.

“fuck i want to hear you so bad but i don’t know if i wanna share with other people.” he stared down at your crotch grinding on his knee and he bites his lips.

“i don’t want to share.” he grits his teeth. his left hand plays with your boob and it added more pleasure.

“sunghoon im c-close.” you closed your eyes, head leaning back when your mouth let out a silent cry.

but then it stopped.

you breathing became irregular when you looked at sunghoon with a confused expression.

“why did you stop?” sunghoon scoffed at your words.

“you left me alone to myself for weeks.” he then leans to your face. “i couldn’t touch you in forever, don’t you think you deserve a punishment too?”

your confused expression turned into an annoyed one. “you didn’t make me come because of that? are you kidding?”

sunghoon squeeze a boob into his palm, slowly and tormented. “aww baby don’t be upset. a little punishment won’t hurt right?” you hold in a breath. you shake your head. sunghoon leans close to your face, his hand creeping around your throat, not squeezing, just gently holding.

“all i had was my fist and pictures of you to jerk off to every time i shower. thinking of touching you, pleasuring you, swallowing you as a whole, but i couldn’t do any of that.” you got wetter. and you squeeze your thighs together. sunghoon glanced down and noticed.

“if i told everyone that the class president likes dirty talk, how would they feel? that their polite, superstar president, likes to be fucked in positions you can’t even imagine.”

you whined. “you wouldn’t want anyone to know right?” you nodded to his words. your hand reached towards his stomach, dangerously getting lower to his dick.

“how can i make it up to you? how will you punish me?” you bit your lip, eyes shooting at his and sunghoon’s jaw clench at your teasing yet innocent expression.

“suck me. i want to feel your mouth after i pounded myself with my own hand for weeks.”

immediately you kneeled down, eyes connected to his hard. you slowly unzip his pants as sunghoon eyes watched everything. your eyes widened as you pulled his underwear down, revealing his large, thick shaft in front of your eyes.

you licked your lips as you take him into your mouth. immediately sunghoon let out a loud sigh, feeling your warm mouth on his dick. he leaned his head back, eyes closed in pleasure as his hand rested on your head.

“fuck princess, you’re still good at taking my cock in your mouth easily.” he groans when you swirled your tongue on the tip of his dick, the most sensitive.

as you continue to suck him, remembering ways how to pleasure him, sunghoon’s face contorts into pleasure. his eyes pinched together and his mouth opened as he feels himself getting close.

“mhmm just like that.” he encourages you as you take him into faster. tears gathered around your eyes, but you didn’t care. you wanted to make your boyfriend feel so good. feel so rewarded for having to wait this long. “keep g-going.”

the grip of your head tightened, knowing that sunghoon was getting close. “where baby? tell me.”

you temporarily removed your mouth, replacing it with you hand as sunghoon almost rolled his eyes. “inside my mouth. please. want my mouth filled with your cum.”

you sucked his tip and that became his breaking point. he let out a strong, deep growl that made your pants uncomfortable as he shoots his cum inside your mouth. the sight made sunghoon lose his shit.

you swallowed everything as sunghoon hoisted you up and put you on top of the one of the abandoned desks. he wasted no time unbuttoning your pants and throwing them away.

sunghoon pulled your legs apart, seeing the drench mess he caused. he kneeled down, amazed at how wet you are.

“hoon please… please touch me. anything.” you desperately begged. you grew shy from sunghoon’s stare.

“what do you want?” his eyes peer onto yours. you nibbled your lip.

“your m-mouth.. please..” you push his head closer to where you’re needed most.

“i will. god you’re so fucking beautiful.” he removed your underwear, putting it somewhere on the desk as he dives straight into your core.

you screamed when his tongue started to play with your pussy like he was eating ice cream.

your other hand clenched onto thin air. you don’t know know anymore.

you leaned your head back, back flat to the desk, moaning nonstop at how pleasurable it is. your boyfriend is great with his tongue and he knows it. he works on it like a champ.

he sucks harder when you pushed his face into your pussy more. you rolled your eyes. sunghoon’s grip around your thighs tighten, moaning every time your thighs slowly crush him.

“sunghoon oh my god!” you yelled when his tongue flicked faster inside. you’re starting to feel dizzy. “o-oh my god.” you cried out.

sunghoon feels you clenching, but he doesn’t want to stop. so he stops. at first you thought you would have a break to breathe.

but no.

his hand goes straight to your clit, flicking side to side which sends you into a spiral. a jerking mess.

“come come come for me baby.” sunghoon is obsessive with you. he chants your name like mantra, wanting you to unfold him in front of his eyes. he’s starstruck.

sunghoon inserts a finger inside, both of his hands working hard to make you come and you moaned so loud, people outside would hear you. the windows are closed to your fortune.

“make everyone in the school know that a loser like me knows how to fuck you perfectly. that i’m the only one who can touch you like this.”

the pleasure was fucking incredible. sunghoon was so focused on making you come. “come on princess please please.” he begged, his tone whining as you pressed your thighs together, feeling overstimulated.

“no not yet.” sunghoon demanded, keeping your thighs open when he finger fucked you with two fingers now.

you were crying. panting. panting even heavier.

“i’m c-coming sunghoon!” you finally said, making sunghoon smile.

“yes please for me, you’ve been doing so well.” his fingers fastened the pace, your eyes rolling once you’ve hit your orgasm.

you squealed so hard, your chest going up and down to keep your equilibrium.

sunghoon dropped down to your chest, pecking your lips, your neck, your cheek, everywhere to make you come back to your senses from that overbearing orgasm. “mhm..” he mums against your skin, under your ear.

“can you do one more round with me princess?” sunghoon whispered to your lips, the head of his cock rubbing in your clit.

sunghoon’s jaw opened from how good it felt. he looked down, getting turned on from the tight as he feels you getting wetter again. “i’ve been waiting for times like this. i miss i-it so fucking much…” his breath becomes irregular as he can’t look away from the sight.

“yes hoonie, please fuck me again.” you put your arms around his neck, smiling with your hooded eyes and kissing him passionately once more. he played with your boobs (he loves them) as he kisses you deeper.

he holds his dick, putting it your entrance as he slowly goes in. both of your gasp at each other’s mouth. your eyes squeezed as sunghoon looked down. his eyebrows are pinched together in concentration so he doesn’t hurt you.

you whined when he filled his whole dick inside you. while for sunghoon, he gripped you so tight so he wouldn’t crumble. he was ready to come right there the moment your walls tightened.

you two stayed like this together, chests tight and heat radiating from the both of you. “been so long..” he whispered to himself but you heard him. you see him close his eyes, leaning his head down.

“are you okay baby?” he asked gently, holding your hip with one hand and caressing your cheek with the other. you nodded, feeling warm about his caring action.

“you can move.” you smiled. it soon died down when sunghoon started pumping his dick inside you.

“fuck you feel so good y/n.” he said, closing his eyes as his pace slowly quickens. “always so tight for me.”

you moan at him moving inside out, you felt full. he was pushing and pulling so amazingly, you’re starting to see stars. hitting the right spaces that made you roll your eyes back. you felt like your insides will be out of place. you felt so, so good.

“like that hoonie.” you moan. you pulled him closer to you as he spreads little kisses all over your painted neck and collarbone. you tugged the ends of his hair. “f-faster..” your hips jerked when his dick hits your cervix.

the sound of his hips clashing onto yours while strongly holding you still made you feel dizzy. you close your eyes to savor this moment. “u-ugh.” you breathe out.

“you hear that?” the erotic sounds of your cunt hitting his cervix. “milking me so beautifully.” he loud out a broken whimper when more of your wetness covered his dick. easier for him to move whatever way he wants.

“i love it…” you grabbed his wrist, nails digging into his skin.

“y/n baby you feel so good with you swallowing my cock like that. i miss this- fuck.”

sunghoon continued the pace like you said but after getting impatient for a while, he fastens his pace.

“a-argh!” you scream as sunghoon leans down to kiss your neck. you feel a sharp pain from his fangs pinching your skin, decorating your neck with even more with purplish marks. he can feel your perfect tits bounce against his chest.

he looks down and sees the bulge. his dick moving in and out and his desire powered through. he presses his palm in the area where he can feel his cock coming in and out easily.

sunghoon bites his lip.

“fuck your pussy is perfect for me.” you can only moan, tug, bite your lip to death, close your eyes. clench.

“y-you like this right? getting fucked like this … so d-dirty of you class prez..” sunghoon taunts, smiling at you as you couldn’t properly speak sentences.

“can’t speak because my cock is making you full?” you nodded, satisfying sunghoon. “i’ll keep fucking you like this forever. just say the word p-princess. that this dick is yours.”

you got wetter. “i-it’s yours. fuck… my pussy is y-yours hoon..”

“shit y/n how did you get wetter?” he asked with genuine astonishment as he continues to fuck you in missionary.

his forehead touches yours, his eyes dazing to your erotic expression. “so good.” you whisper. sunghoon smirks. “y-yeah?” he fastens.

“cream on my cock baby.” his hands grabs yours ass cheeks, squeezing the encouragingly as the sounds of love echo in the classroom.

just you and him.

“i’m gonna come.” sunghoon says, right in your ear as he rested his head in your shoulder.

“come with m-me.” you breathe out and that encouraged sunghoon to go even faster. his sighs and groans collaborating with your high, loud moans and whimpers were like music in the ears. it felt right.

“f-fuck!” you yelled. raw from your throat.

“fuck sunghoon!” you finally hit your orgasm. your nails clawed at sunghoon’s back, leaving red marks later on but it didn’t phase sunghoon one bit.

sunghoon kept fucking you still, his hits getting sloppy when he’s about to reach. you were clenching from overstimulation, making sunghoon halt his steps and roll his eyes.

“baby you have to relax.”

he caress his thumb on your hips then moved his hands to your waist to squeeze. his warm breath hits your face like it was hypnotizing you. his grip was hard enough to leave it bruising. you finally stopped clenching. sunghoon kissed you as a reward when he feels you loosen up.

he groans into your ear, sounding perfect when he hit his orgasm. you felt his warm cum shoot inside your stomach. the stickiness, hot, sweaty feeling of your bodies touch each other- it may be disgusting but you don’t care. none of you do.

“i love you.” sunghoon says, kissing your neck of where of your pulse is.

“i love you more.” you said back, weakly smiling and playing with your boyfriend’s hair locks.

as you two were getting dress and making sure everything was in place before, before you could grab your panties, sunghoon was quick to grab it.

he put it inside his pocket casually as you rolled your eyes. he smiles in triumph.

“can we go see the cherry blossoms outside?” sunghoon asked, his hand reaching for yours before you exited out of the classroom. his soft smile never leaving his face whenever he’s with you.

you smile, blushing as if you’re back from the day he firstly asked you out.

“it would be a pleasure mister park.” you giggled, interlocking your hands with his tightly as both of you ended your day with something romantic and nostalgic.

— the end.

first of all picture this happening after a meeting or some stupid corporate dinner in his demonic father’s hotel (which historically already means sex)

you're horny, wired, overstimulated, cramping and trying to be upright in a room full of men who have never bled in their lives like you’re LIVID and then there’s bum ass sunghoon texting you stupid shit about how he’s bored and horny DURING IT. (except it distracts you so 🤠🤠)

skip to the fact you’re already halfway there all hot and stupid and needy with your hands everywhere until you pull back and mutter that you’re on your period. and he just… blinks at you.

“so?” and his cocky ass would smirk and say “figured there was a reason you’ve been even more of a bitch all day.” (which, mind Yew, is his favorite version of you) he’d genuinely be baffled like you really think a little blood’s gonna stop me?????

next thing you know you’re slammed against the elevator wall with his hand wrapped tight around your wrist and he’s dragging you straight up to the penthouse in his father’s hotel #HEDGAF

he’d be like “don’t start acting shy now. you’re the one who came to me like this.”

we all know sunghoon weaponizes his competence. 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼 you have not known peak insanity until you’ve been fucked by a man who knows exactly how to handle you when you need it most. sunghoon would be so slow and so so so so smug… dragging those big hands up under your shirt and pressing over your stomach, making sure you feel every goddamn second of it.… takes his time like he’s savoring it. 🚬🚬🚬

he’d press his palm right into your stomach where the cramps hurt most and start massaging it slowly and methodically all while keeping eye contact, saying “here?”

you’d obviously try not to show it but your whole body immediately relaxes… and since sunghoon is sunghoon he’d literally feel you relaxing under his touch and be like “yeah?” then he’d dig his thumb in a little deeper, “pathetic how fast you melt when i touch you. hurts here, huh pretty girl?”

then his hand drags lower n lower until his palm rests exactly where his cock always presses when he fucks you flush to the mattress.

“usually this is filled with something useful. no wonder you’re all fucked up and needy.”

“let me fix you up the way only i can. you know this tight little pussy’s meant to be stuffed. look at it… warm, swollen, aching and bleeding… poor thing’s practically begging for me.”

let’s talk about the way breeding kink talk goes nuclear when you’re on your period 💢💢💢💢💢 he gets off on it. plus with his daddy kink simmering beneath… yeah it’s over. this man would genuinely convince himself he’s doing you a favor by trying to fuck a baby into you as a solution. pussy drunk doesn’t even begin to cover it.

( plus, he would absolutely call himself daddy )

“let me stuff you full of my cum so you never have to feel this pain again. you want that? you wanna be daddy’s good little cumdump?”

none of that do i… don’t i? hesitant squeamish energy when he gets your panties off MIND YOU. (he is nothing if not a man possessed. and obsessed)

he’d be so mean about it, making you melt and squirm under him, taunting you for being extra sensitive, extra messy, extra needy, how you’d let him fuck you anytime anywhere no matter how you are, about how he’ll just have to fuck you through every single cramp until you’re crying and clutching at him, sobbing that you need him. he’d probably even wipe the blood off your thighs with his bare hand and lick it off idk he’s delirious like there’s blood on his fingers, his mouth yada yada but he doesn’t even care.

“bet you wish it was my cum dripping down your thighs, huh?”

“you know why you get cramps like this? huh? your body’s throwing a tantrum because it wants what it was made for… because i didn’t knock you up last time.” // “it’s my fault. gonna fuck a baby in you so you never cramp again.”

when he fucks you it’s relentless and rough but still lowkey gentle and very attentive… one hand always splayed over your lower stomach n pressing down as he rocks into you like he likes to feel himself inside you and he’d be groaning in your ear about filling you up, fucking you dumb, and promising that if he fucks you hard enough you’ll never cramp again

“look at you, taking it and making a mess all over daddy’s cock. tell me you want me to fuck a baby into you right now and make you a pretty mommy for real. maybe then you wouldn’t have to go through this shit every month.”

obviously you’d bite back (for fun) anytime he calls himself daddy / the mommy talk… and he’d just be like “yeah? then why’s your tight little pussy clenching around me like you want me to make you a mommy?” 😹😹🚬🚬🚬💢💢💢

“next time i’ll just keep you full so you don’t get like this.”

His voice was gentle, almost reverent as his fingers found your aching center, index and middle finger stroking gentle circles over your already swollen clit. The sensation let a gasp escape your lips, hands gripping onto the white sheets as your hazy eyes found his. Your pupils were blown wide and your lips, slick and swollen from your previous kisses, seemed to unravel him even more.

God, he had never seen someone as beautiful.

Sunghoon remembered the nervous shake in your breath as he laid you back onto the sheets, eyes flickering at his every movement as he undressed you. He was basking in your innocence, the armor of control he prided himself shattering with each breathy plea leaving your lips.

It was almost blasphemous, how easily you arched beneath his touch—like a prayer being answered in real time. Sunghoon’s breath hitched when your hips lifted off the bed, chasing his fingers with a desperation that made his pulse roar in his ears. "So eager," he murmured, dragging his thumb down your slit just to watch you whimper. The way your thighs trembled, how your fingers twisted into the sheets—it was obscene how much power you gave him without even trying.

His erection was straining against the fabric of his boxers, tip leaking with precum. His eyes wandered over you in adoration, peaks hard and slick with his saliva, stomach rising with each breathy inhale—your entire body flushed red like a canvas painted just for him. The moment felt surreal, almost dreamlike, but Sunghoon couldn't afford to lose himself yet. Not when you were still watching him with those wide, uncertain eyes, fingers twitching like you weren’t sure whether to pull him closer or cover yourself.

The tip of his middle finger found your entrance, pressing in just enough to make your back arch off the bed—not penetrating, just teasing, watching the way your lashes fluttered when he drew slow, deliberate circles around it. Your breath stuttered when his finger finally breached you, the stretch foreign and overwhelming, but Sunghoon didn’t let you retreat, his free hand splaying over your hipbone to keep you grounded.

“Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well,” He praised, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear while his fingers hit that gummy spot that left a string of moans leaving your lips. He closed his eyes, pressing gentle kisses onto your skin at those heavenly sounds—he would never be able to hear enough of you.

You could feel the outline of his dick against your thigh, brushing against your skin but not yet searching for friction. Sunghoon wanted to make sure you were ready for him—erase all the nervousity and doubts off your mind before making you fall apart under him.

“ngh— feels so good hoonie—” Your voice was a gentle whine as your hips bucked up into his touch, desperate for the friction that let heat pool low in your stomach. Sunghoon smiled at your movement, leaning up to gaze down at your face as he watched you with a certain kind of satisfaction reserved only for you.

His fingers curled inside you just enough to make your vision blur, that sweet, torturous pressure building until your thighs clamped around his wrist—instinctive, needy, like you couldn’t decide whether to pull him deeper or push him away. Sunghoon let out a ragged laugh, his breath hot against your collarbone. "Look at you," he murmured, dragging his tongue over your pulse point. "Already so tight around me, and I haven't even fucked you yet." The crudeness of his words sent a shiver down your spine, your moan dissolving into a whimper when he added a second finger, stretching you with a slow, deliberate push that burned in the best way.

Sunghoon’s breath hitched when your walls clenched around his fingers, your body reacting on pure instinct—unpracticed, untamed, and so fucking his. He could feel the way your pulse fluttered beneath his lips, your skin scorching under his touch as if you’d burn alive if he stopped. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, the words rough with need, his thumb circling your clit faster now, relentless, just to hear the way your moans fractured into gasps.

His control was slipping moan by moan and he hadn't even been inside you yet—something primal clawed at his ribs when your hips jerked violently against his hand, your orgasm crashing through you with a choked sob. Sunghoon watched, transfixed, as your back arched off the sheets, your thighs trembling around his wrist like you were trying to trap him there forever.

Sunghoon shuddered as he pulled his fingers out of your slick heat, the initial shock of your orgasm fading. He brought his glistening fingers to his lips without breaking eye contact, tongue darting out to taste you—watching the way your eyes widened in disbelief, cheeks flushing darker. "Sweet," he murmured, voice rough as he leaned down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The moan you let out was muffled against his lips, your fingers tangling in his hair like you were afraid he’d pull away.

"'M gonna fill up this sweet little cunt so deep," Sunghoon growled against your lips, his hands fumbling with the waistband of his boxers before kicking them off impatiently. The sudden press of his bare skin against yours—hot, unyielding—made you whimper, his cock sliding through your slick folds in a slow, filthy drag that left you shaking. He hissed through his teeth at the contact, hips jerking forward instinctively before he caught himself, veins standing stark along his straining length. "God, look how fucking wet you are for me," he breathed, thumb swiping through the mess between your thighs just to smear it over your trembling stomach.

He hissed as the tip of his cock entered your tight walls and you gasped loudly at the unfamiliar stretch, fingers digging into his shoulders. Sunghoon groaned, head falling forward as he paused, letting you adjust—but the way your body instinctively clenched around him had his hips jerking forward before he could stop himself, burying himself deeper with a ragged curse. Your sharp cry dissolved into a shaky moan, thighs trembling against his hips as he bottomed out, your warmth swallowing him whole.

"You gon' take me so well, baby," Sunghoon gritted out, the words ragged as his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise. He'd meant to go slow, to savor the way your tight heat fluttered around him, but the second you whimpered his name—high-pitched and broken—his restraint snapped. His hips pistoned forward in a sharp, unforgiving thrust that punched a sob from your throat, your nails raking down his back as he set a punishing rhythm, each snap of his hips dragging a new, shattered sound from your lips.

There went his control—completely obliterated by the way your body yielded beneath him, your cunt gripping him like you were molded just for his cock. Sunghoon’s breaths came in ragged bursts, his forehead pressed against yours as he fucked into you with a desperation that bordered on madness. "Fuck—fuck—you feel too good," he choked out, his voice cracking when your walls fluttered around him again, your orgasm building so fast it stole the air from his lungs.

His moans were shameless, unrestrained—nothing like the composed man who prided himself on restraint. Every thrust unraveled him further, his hips moving with a frenzied urgency as if he could fuse himself into your skin. Your legs locked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back, pulling him deeper with each snap of his hips until the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Sunghoon’s fingers dug into your thighs, leaving angry red marks as he chased his own release, his rhythm stuttering when your walls clenched around him in another trembling wave of pleasure. "Gonna—fuck—gonna come inside you," he snarled, the words barely coherent, his thrusts turning erratic, brutal, like he was trying to carve himself into you.

Sunghoon’s hips stuttered as he bottomed out inside you one last time, a raw, guttural groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into your trembling body. His vision blurred at the edges, muscles locking as he pulsed deep within you, the sensation of your walls milking him dry nearly knocking the breath from his lungs. You clutched at him desperately, your own climax ripping through you like a second wave—your cunt fluttering around him in erratic, clenching spasms that dragged another broken moan from his lips.

Sunghoon collapsed against you, his sweat-slicked chest heaving against yours, lips brushing your shoulder in shaky, reverent kisses as he fought to catch his breath. His fingers traced idle, possessive circles on your hip—like he couldn’t bear to stop touching you even now, even when his body was spent.

Your fingers trembled against Sunghoon’s back, still tracing the raised marks your nails had left, as if you were memorizing the damage you’d wrought on him. His breath was hot against your neck, uneven and ragged, his hips giving one last, involuntary twitch inside you—like his body wasn’t ready to let go. "Will never get enough of you" He breathed against your skin, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

Sunghoon was a man who cherished control, yet as he lay tangled in your limbs, he realized that true power wasn't found in the rigid structures of his life or the cold precision of his workplace. It was found here, in the wreckage of his composure, buried deep within the warmth of the only person capable of unmaking him.

The silence that followed was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the only sound the erratic sync of your breathing as Sunghoon rolled onto his side, pulling you against him before you could protest. His fingers traced idle patterns down your spine, possessive even in exhaustion, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your temple—like he needed to remind himself you were real, that he hadn’t dreamed the way you’d shattered beneath him.

lastly—and your last straw—your phone’s language not-so-mysteriously switched to some weirdly obscure, niche one you can’t even begin to wrap your head around.

within minutes, you have him cornered on the couch, eyes narrowed in offence, arms crossed like a defiant child. he sits there all smug while you go on a tangent about how unfunny his jokes are, paired with a choice selection of words describing how you’d love to sucker punch him in the stomach.

but sunghoon? yeah, he’s not listening, not one bit. too zeroed in on how plump your mouth is, the skin of your shoulder showing beneath your oversized shirt, he forgets to listen to the details on how you want to poison his coffee with rat poison tomorrow.

hypothetically, of course. 

you notice his travelling gaze—it pisses you off further—ready to berate him more, but his arms (god, those muscular biceps) wrap around your waist, pulling you down on top of him, interrupting you mid-rant. the touch, warm, steady, makes you wonder what you were even mad about. 

and then he’s flipping you around and has you pinned.

soft lips are on your neck, the crook of it, your jaw, his smirk is everywhere and so is his heady scent, cologne infiltrating your senses like an evil spirit.

you can’t speak. your voice dies in your throat. and sunghoon notices like the man he is. 

“cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” you want to push him off and walk away, but your body betrays you. it melts underneath him. “you are not mad at me, are you now? i’m too hot for that.”

a wink gets shot your way, burying in your heart—teasing, yet gentle in a way. you groan, trying to look annoyed, mustering a very not angry glare that barely makes him shift.

sunghoon and you both know you don’t really want him to move off of you.