vizomai

smut warnings. teasing, degradation, rimming, spanking, thigh fucking, unprotected rough sex, painful sex but y/n can take it💪

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These mangas get more and more ridiculous, not that you really care.

As dumb as these scenarios can get, you can’t deny the smile they put on your face, or how tight your thighs squeeze together as you continue to read.

“Aw come the fuck on!” Heeseung slaps down on his desk, long occupied in a heated game and clearly much too engulfed to pay you much attention. 

Why’d he even invite you over? He’s been gaming for hours now, and sure, maybe you mostly invited yourself but he didn’t have to agree if he had no genuine interest in hanging out.

“Ugh, so annoying..” huffing loudly, you turn to the side, burying against his bed into a cozier position. It’s always like this as of late, despite the effort you put into dressing up in your cutest and most revealing outfits. Heeseung hardly even replies when you text him anymore, never compliments the new clothes you wear, hasn’t even acknowledged once how you’ve been wearing his favorite color more often.

It’s not necessarily his fault that you decided to catch feelings. The sudden realization smacked you across the face out of nowhere one day while you tussled and fought over the last sour punch strip with your best friend, landing on his back beneath you, smiling and laughing while you struggled to push his shoulders down to keep him held in place.

‘You never let me have anything!’ You shrieked, inadvertently sitting your center down on his stomach and groin.

‘Why should I let you have anything?!’ Heeseung laughed, gripping onto your hips, jostling you up as he worked to escape. The shift slid your core back, biting down on your tongue when you felt it, not even hard; limp and girthy lodged between your thighs. 

‘You want it?’ He grinned cockily, red sour punch hanging from between his lips, eyebrow arched suggestively. ‘Come get it!’

Come get it.

He really got in your head from that moment on. Some may say you are the ridiculous one for always comparing your hookups and striving to find someone bigger. It shouldn’t be something you obsess over this much, but everyone told you for years that your first time should be special, because it will never feel that way again. 

While you knew all the warnings and concerns after years of lectures from your parents and your friends sharing their experiences with you, nothing could have prepared you for your first time.

Sunghoon had been more nervous than you, mumbling and stuttering about how he’s not technically a virgin, but he’s never been able to go through with the full act.

‘Why not?’ You asked, continuing to flirt with him and rile up his nerves even more, kissing and sucking along his throat. 

‘I think—‘ he laughed breathily, bushy eyebrows pinched together as he struggled to remain in control of himself. ‘I’m like, too big.’

‘What???’ You remember pulling away stunned, quickly scoffing and shoving at him. ‘Don’t be annoying, if you’re worried about not doing good it’s okay. I have no one to compare you to anyway.’

‘I’m being serious!’ Sunghoon’s fair cheeks grew dark with a pink flush, the blush spiking to his ears, even visible in the dark backseat of his car. ‘I feel so bad too, but they always ask me to pull out before I can finish and—I don’t want to hurt you..’

I don’t want to hurt you.

The memory alone always makes your tummy warm, not because it was sentimental by any means, but because it did hurt. Fuck, it hurt like hell.

It hurt so bad that Sunghoon begged to stop when you refused and wrapped your legs around him tighter, screaming between your teeth as you kicked at the backs of his thighs and dug your nails into his shoulders insisting he keep fucking you.

Yeah it hurt, left you sore for days, had you limping from class to class the next day, but it hurt so damn good.

Your first time wasn’t special because you shared this amazing once in a lifetime special moment with him, it wasn’t special because he was the first love of your life, it wasn’t special for any of the bullshit reasons you hear other girls spew on about. Your first time triggered something in you that you didn’t even know existed, biting at your nails as you sat before your computer screen in the middle of the night searching through various adult videos that ranged from first time taking a big cock to descriptive inches.

Sunghoon had to be at least 7-8 inches hard if you compare to these 9-10-even bigger dicks before you, giggling manically to yourself as you wondered how much you can take.

Park Sunghoon was no small feat for your first time, rounds of gasps passed around you when you mentioned it casually over lunch a few days later. Many of your friends saying you’re a liar, and there’s no way you took that monster your very first time.

‘What? Like it’s hard?’ You said with a smug grin, chin perched on your palm, scanning over the football field.

‘What about Jay? He’s big too, right?’

An appalled round of gasps and disgusted sounds emitted from the group around you, one of your friends exclaiming that you must be clinically insane.

‘It doesn’t even feel good when it’s that big.’

Weak, they’re all just weak.

But you, you’re different, because while the ache and pain had others running away with their tail tucked between their legs out of fear, you only craved for more.

That’s how you ended up in Jay’s bed later that week, eyes rolled up as you mentally marked every inch passing inside of you, every bit of his girth stretching you open.

It was good, it was great, but even so you needed more. The quest for monsterous cock had taken you to places you wouldn’t even enter with a gun- like the nastiest frat house that Jake belonged to. 

Granted, he didn’t make it easy for you by any means, but he was still thicker and longer than your previous conquests, who cares if he insisted on fucking you on the pool table where anyone could watch. 

They’d all been great, making your chest tighten from each stored memory, but little did you know your own best friend had more to offer than any of them.

‘I’m shocked you’ve never gone after Hee, I know that’s your best friend and all, but he’s so your type.’

‘Heeseung doesn’t fuck, he’s too busy gaming.’

‘Oh, Heeseung absolutely fucks. He’s not a guy I’d want to toy around with either, heard he has an actual third leg to walk on.’

‘You’re full of it.’

You had no trouble brushing that conversation aside, until the day you felt it. 

Heeseung managed to throw you down onto your back, biting into the sour punch with a huge accomplished grin, the girth lodged between your thighs beating softly, as if each pulse running through his body had a rush of endorphins passing through. Letting out a tired grunt, he slapped the side of your thigh, tsking and calling you pathetic for giving up that easily.

He didn’t acknowledge the lost look behind your gaze, or even take note of how much longer you laid there on the floor in a daze, brain expanding as every rumor and locker room conversation about your best friend’s cock reemerged, rushing toward you like a ton of arrows shot from Cupid himself. 

With your knees locked together, you excused yourself to use the bathroom, pacing back and forth in disbelief. 

There’s no way he’s bigger than Sunghoon, or Jay, and definitely not bigger than Jake.

Curiosity itched its way throughout your body, returning to your best friend's bedroom just to admire him as if you’d discovered a rare mythical creature.

This whole fucking time, right under your nose, the fattest cock in town? What are the chances.

That only annoyed you further each time you attempted to come onto him hard, brushed aside playfully. He’s never been one to flirt back with you, not even as a joke, but now as you laid on his bed more frustrated than ever, you start to wonder why.

Why the fuck won’t he fuck me!

Letting out a big dramatic sigh, you flop onto your back, rolling your eyes when he continues to scream and shout about whatever stupid game he’s playing.

“Heeeeeeee,” the whiniest tone emits, setting your phone down to twist at your waist, ass perched out knowing your skirts shoved up high enough to unveil your panties. “I’m boredddddd.”

Continuing to yell and shout obscenities, he waves you off, not even bothering to spare you a glance. “There’s no way that stupid game is more important than me!”

“I’m almost done! You’re breaking my focus!” He snaps, the side of face twitching from grinding his teeth together. “Shut up will you?”

Ugh.

Asshole.

Seriously, why did you even bother with this guy.

It’s not as if you have a silent competition going on with yourself that you can take bigger, that you can take more. It’s not as if you daydream about chasing that first time feeling one more time, greedily craving the way your body lit up in flames when your first orgasm from a real cock hit. Desperately trying to recreate it over and over again until you found yourself weeping pathetically, cursing every dildo and bad porn that couldn’t ever match up.

Why would Heeseung be able to help you anyway? So what if his dick is huge? Maybe it’s time to start crashing parties at the next college over, there’s too many dicks in the sea for you to keep swimming around this one, or whatever that saying is your mom would always repeat whenever one of your crushes showed up with a new girlfriend.

Plenty of fish in the sea darling.

Close enough.

Fuck this. Besides, what are you thinking? Heeseung of all people? Your perfect best friend who excels at everything? So oblivious to how attractive he is that you imagine punching the daylights out of him sometimes? Why would you willingly put yourself through the possible heartache that hooking up with your bestie could lead to?

Grabbing your phone, you turn back to face away from him, skirt completely pushed up to your waist; stealing one last look over your shoulder at where he sits hunched over the computer table with a focused look. 

Looking that good and hiding a monsterous cock inside of your sweats should be fucking illegal. That’s why you’d ruin your friendship, because if Heeseung really wanted to, you’d never deny him a thing.

If only you could get stuck under something like the female lead in this silly manga, acting so helpless and sad that she can’t wiggle her way out from under this couch. You have to giggle, wondering how you even ended up on this page, immediately engulfed by the story of two men discovering their step-sister trapped beneath the living room couch.

The two of them had no true intention of helping her, only sharing amused smiles behind her back, petting her butt and taunting her for being dumb enough to land herself in such a predicament. You had to giggle, kicking your feet the more you read on and the more absurd all of the situation became. 

“Now why are her shorts coming off?” You snort, phone flopping from your hand as a loud clap of skin on skin erupts and a stinging pain shoots up from your ass. “Ah!”

“What the hell are you reading? Perv.” Heeseung asks in an amused tone, jumping onto the bed to reach for your phone.

“Hee, what the fuck! No!” In a panic you scramble to sit up, ass shoved back to push him aside and block his chance to get around you. The position could only be something straight out of hentai, bent over with your skirt shoved up over your hips, jutting back to keep him away from your phone. “Stop it asshole!”

A loud boisterous laugh surrounds you, grabbing your phone right as his chest presses to your back and rumbles against you, hand laid over yours. “Is that what gets you off? Fucking animated porn?”

“Oh, because you act like I haven’t seen your collection of big milker hentai dvds that you think you’re doing an amazing job of hiding behind your games!” You retort, failing to elbow him while trying to keep your phone out of his grip.

“You could just let me know that you want to borrow them instead of snooping.” He snickers, fully bending over your back to grab your wrists with both of his hands. “Come on, don’t be such a baby. Let me see what has you desperate enough to be reading porn on my bed.”

“I was bored!!” You whine much too loud, growing embarrassed the more you struggle under his weight and watch as your fingers slowly slip down the screen. “Come on! Stop!”

Heeseung’s always been such an annoying shit when it comes to joking around. He has to have the last laugh, he has to be triumphant, just like he had to eat the last sour punch. The long rod pressed against your ass jumps forward right as he snatches your phone, shouting out a successful ‘ah-hah!’

“Heeseung!” You shout petulantly, twisting under his hips to lunge at his chest, tackle him down onto his back. “You know I don’t like it when you touch my phone!”

He pauses to blink up at you, wide glossy eyes batting slowly, shoving his lips into a pout. “Why? Worried I’ll judge you for flirting with one of those gross frat boys again? Who is it this time?” He hums, swiping the phone screen to open your text messages. “Hopefully not Jake after that shit you let him pull last time.”

“Ugh!” More annoyed at the mention of your last escapade, you growl and move to steal back your phone, inadvertently slapping it away from him onto the bed. “Quit fucking around!”

Jumping off of him, you move to crawl quickly for the device, halted once again by your friend's figure laying on top of you. Two sets of hands slap together, both of you swatting for the phone until it reaches the ledge of his bed and hangs over halfway. “I don’t have a screen protector!”

Right on queue, your phone tumbles off the bed and skids out of sight, turning you both silent and wide eyed as you watch it slide under the bed. “Great!” You scoff, rutting back to get him off of you. “If my phone is broken, you’re paying for it! Jerk!”

Heeseung sighs, mumbling about how dramatic you are as he follows you off the bed and watches you fall to your knees without bothering much to fix your skirt. It’s nothing shocking to see you dressed scantily clad these days, it seems each time you come over as of late you have less and less clothes on than the last time. 

“The least you can do is help me get my phone!”

He chuckles, nodding and squatting down behind you, setting a palm on your lower back. “Don’t think I’m not onto you.”

“What??”

“I saw what you were reading, had a minute to get the idea.” He snickers, pushing against your back. “This must be a turn on for you.”

“What?!” You shriek, banging your head under the bed. “Ah shit!”

Heeseung laughs louder, patting your exposed butt. “Quit fucking around, I gotta log back on for a game soon.”

“I’m not fucking around, jerk.” You groan, reaching for your phone, fingertips a few inches too short to touch it. “It’s too far! Why is your damn bed so huge.”

“Because,” he says, adjusting himself closer behind you, hips flush against your bottom. “I’m huge.”

He didn’t mean it that way. There’s no way he could have meant it that way.

Unless he did.

Taking a long gulp, you huff and try to inch forward. Unable to lift your chest off the floor much between the small space. A loud ripping tear stops your struggle, pausing with wide eyes. “No no no! I love this shirt!”

“What’s taking so long?” Heeseung says annoyed, smacking your hip again. “What did I tell you?”

“Shut up! My shirt just ripped!” Flailing your legs, you fail to kick at him, only further cutting into the fabric of your top. “God damnit!”

The laugh he lets out rings out much more irritated, shaking his head as he grips onto your hips. “Alright alright, you’ve had your fun. Don’t make me kick you out of my room though, hurry up and get out from under there.”

“God Hee, I can’t!” The sudden realization hits you, shimmying back only for your top to constrict around your neck and shoulders. The ripped garment leaves you in an awkward position with your arms stretched forward, neck trapped in a breath stealing chokehold. “I.. I think I’m stuck!”

Heeseung lets out a howling laugh this time, followed by a round of tongue clicks, clapping down on your hips with heavy palms. “You’re really getting on my nerves today. What are you scheming here? Trying to recreate your cartoon porn??”

“I’m being serious! My shirts caught up in the box springs!! Hee, come on, help me! It’s hot under here.” Starting to pant, you sway to press your bottom further against his crotch. Blinking around under the area, noting that it’s at least not a mess, shockingly. Other than your phone and a few old shoe boxes, not much took up the space. 

Heeseung hums, thinking about the smile on your face as he watched you scroll and read about step-siblings seducing each other. What a funny situation to land yourself in now, trapped under his bed, claiming to be stuck just like the girl with tiny shorts on had.

He tries to not judge your behavior, even after all those asshole frat guys spread around videos of that Jake guy fingering you on a pool table. You were fast to change the subject when he’d mentioned it once anyway.

You always steered the conversation away from your sexual endeavors, only catching on over time whenever he’d notice a new dick pic on your phone while snooping over your shoulder. Jay seemed to love sending shots of his cock next to something for reference, a can of shaving cream, a ruler to prove his size, and his flexed veiny forearm. What a douche.

Being your best friend, he never wanted to invade your privacy beyond what you willingly choose to share with him. So if you didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t either. Even if it annoyed him to no end whenever he’d spot you in the hallways flirting with some new guy, even when his other friends asked him if it's true.

‘If what’s true?’

‘There’s been talk going around, she’s a real slut that one.’

‘Yeah a cock slut.’ Another voice spoke up, belonging to Park Sunghoon. ‘Take it from me, I had to the honor of turning her out for the first time. The way that girl takes dick can only be described as pornographic.’

A real cock slut. That’s the type of reputation you’ve earned for yourself around campus from what Heeseung gathered. 

Now with his clothed length twitching against the seam of your ass, he has to shake his head. Unbelievable is what you are, landing yourself on all fours, conveniently stuck under his bed like some type of perverse mastermind. 

“You’re stuck, huh?” He asks, sucking a deep breath between his teeth. What a shame if you truly are stuck, because all he really has to do is lift the bed up, give you space to free yourself. But watching you squirm beneath his large bed tickles a new part of him, one that has always secretly fantasized of all the various vile ways he’d ruin you. Turn you into a real cock loving whore, not whatever bullshit the different guys you’ve fucked think they’ve done.

“Y-yes,” you say full of exasperation, already sounding choked up. “Why—why aren’t you helping me?!”

“Because.” Heeseung hums, looping his fingers beneath the straps of your panties resting along your hips. “That’s not what you want, now is it?”

“Hee, what’re you—ah!”

The thin strings of your underwear snap, stinging much like the slaps landing down on your ass that follow. “I can’t get you out of there so easily, you’re really stuck.” He coo’s, palms sliding from your lower back to your upper thigh. 

“No—no, you have to figure out a way!”

“Hmm,” he agrees silently, cupping under your buttcheeks to squeeze. “Valid point. Tell me something, how do they get her out from under that couch in your little cartoon porn?”

“I—I don’t know! I didn’t get to the end!”

“You read those stories enough.” Heeseung’s thumbs swipe between the dip in your ass, gliding over the thin damp cloth covering your core. “How do you think they would resolve that issue? Give me some ideas here to help you out of there, tell me how they get their baby step-sister free?”

Fuck. He read way more than you realized. 

It’s more embarrassing to know he was reading along with you over your shoulder than the awkward predicament you’ve found yourself in. The level of comfort that's developed between the two of you over years has made scenarios that would be embarrassing around anyone else seem like nothing with Heeseung. 

“It’s not cartoon porn!” You screech, feeling it necessary to add, sighing as you adjust to relieve your shoulders for a minute. “Pleaseee just help me! This is all your fault!”

“My fault?” He chuckles, tongue clicking. “Well if that’s how you want to play, then I really have no reason to help you. This is my fault huh?”

“Don’t be a dick Hee, come onnnn, I’m begging here!”

“What do I get out of this? You know I need an incentive.”

There’s no way he’s pulling this shit right now. Heeseung’s not a guy I’d toy around with. Those words ring throughout your head, shaking them away as a lightbulb switches on and you take a deep breath. 

“An incentive? You want a prize?” You ask coyly, lifting your hips to rock against him. The bulge pressed to your ass feels firmer, warmer, indicating he has to be feeling some type of arousal by now. 

“What type of victory can you provide me in this position?” He drawls out, distracted by the ripple that passes up your ass with each bounce back against him. “I can think of a few.”

Gripping the fleshy meat lining your hips for a minute, he digs in until crescent moon nail indentations appear. “I want something no one’s ever had.” Biting down on his lower lip, he trails back between your buttcheeks, thumb dipping into the space covering your rim. 

The shocked gasp you let out has his chest vibrating with a low quiet laugh, prodding your panties deeper against your tight clenched hole. 

“Y-you can’t just level up that easily!—you h-have to get through the other obstacles f-first.” You stammer, belly tightening up at the thought. If Heeseung is truly the thick long monster you’ve been having wet dreams over- there’s absolutely no way you can take him up the ass like this.

“Touché.” He says amused, tugging your underwear up higher to wedge between your buttcheeks, sucking at the saliva around his tongue loudly. “What’s the highest score so far?”

The highest score. It takes a minute to register what he’s implying, half lost in your arousal and half annoyed that he hasn’t tried to fuck you yet. Jake. Jake’s the highest, right?

“That fuck boy frathead…” you mutter, wiggling when you feel him tug on your panties roughly, chaffing the material against your clit. “9 and a hal—I mean, a score of 9 point 5.”

Heeseung’s breathing grows heavy, drawing your panties further up until they squeeze between your cunt. Taking in a shallow gust of air as he notes how wet you are already, soaking right through the seat of your underwear from teasing alone. “Not even a 10? What a shame.”

“Can you beat that?” You ask snarkily, spreading your knees apart further to arch your back in deeper. “Or are you really all talk?”

The stretch he has your underwear in turns menacing, ripping through the seams as he draws them higher up and watches your folds swell up around the material. “Easily, that’s nothing compared to me.”

A flutter of excitement passes up your limbs, because even if Heeseung’s all talk- boy does he know how to talk. Stupid gamer nerd, turning you on by just sitting at his computer chair shouting at a screen, talking shit through a headset. 

“Trust me,” the warmth pressed to the backs of your thighs disappears, replaced by cool air and a quick tug pulling your panties down to your knees. “I’ve already won.”

Breath blows across your rim, drawing your spine into a deeper bow as you scramble to scratch at the floor and let out a low moan. “Sounds like a bunch of talk to me.”

A strike lands across your ass, roughly landing a succession of slaps that resound throughout the room, jerking your back up to bang against the bed. “Ah! That hurts!”

“You like it when it hurts.” He leers, groping your buttcheeks until the fat seeps between his digits. “That’s what everyone says about you, you have to know that.”

Everyone says about me? Rolling your eyes, you open your mouth to tell him off, losing your balance at the first swipe of tongue circling your hole. “Oh fuck.”

“You’re real fucking wet right now,” he mumbles, voice vibrating against your rim. Suctioning his lips as he kisses at the wrinkled muscle, tongue flicking out between words. “Is that all for me? You’ve heard about me too then, right?”

It’s not often anyone spends this amount of time eating your ass, a few apprehensive licks, a couple curious touches and thumbs pressing just to see if your hole will give. No ones ever bold enough to actually bury their tongue in like this, the new feeling has your thighs shaking, gritting your teeth to not clench up. Heeseung’s mouth deserves as much of a reputation as his dick gets, pushing deep into your asshole without a care in the world. He’s so so so fucking deep, huffing against your neglected cunt, nose pressed against your ass. 

Gurgled moans slip free, resting your head on the floor to feel some relief against your cheek emitting from the cool hardwood. It’s almost more enjoyable than having your pussy ate, if not for how ridiculously horny you feel right now. Biting down on your lip to stop the cries and whimpers from getting louder.

“I always knew we’d end up like this.” Heeseung says, vocals sounding wet and breathy, plastering kisses up and down, teasingly lapping across your rim. “Somehow I always knew you’d get on your knees for me like nothing but a fucking cock slut.”

If you weren’t literally stuck in place you’d find the will to fight back, tussle around and make him pay for speaking to you this way, but in this vulnerable position, you really could care less. He can’t see you nodding your head, or the groveling face you make while sputtering out nonsense and repeated yesyesyes. Something about your best friend talking to you like nothing but a hole to fuck and use, nothing but a source to get him off, really sends strong jolts of pleasure up your spine. “Hee, please—I wanna be your—your slut.”

“Yeah?” He slaps your ass harder, rushing blood up to the surface, tingling stings down to your thighs. “After this, you will be. Nothing but my slut. Mine to fuck and breed whenever I damn please.” 

“Fuck, you’re really—“ the demeaning remark you’re ready the lash back with rolls off your tongue, dropping your head flat to the floor as he wiggles through your butt and adds a finger, stretching your hole more than you’ve ever experienced before.

“I know you real good, you know.” He spits, dropping a wad of saliva down on your wrinkled muscle. Shoving it in knuckle deep to make the glide easier. “I know what you want, don’t think I haven’t noticed how desperate you’ve been acting.”

Heeseung holds your ass apart, running his face up and down shamelessly, tongue hung out like a thirsty dog laving up the residue of his spit left behind. “But this isn’t what you want.” He acknowledges, grabbing onto your hips firmly to set you higher on your knees. Leaving your pussy fully exposed, dripping rivets of arousal down your inner thighs. “This.”

Sitting back up straight on his knees, he presses to your core, clothed hard cock prominent enough to feel through the material of his sweats. “This is what you want.”

“Yeah, that’s,” you breathe out shallowly, pleading wantonly. “That’s what I want.”

He won’t say it, not yet, but it’s what he wants too. Never wanting to be the first to change the dynamic of your relationship, he held himself back, stayed out of your business, kept his opinions to himself. None of those guys would ever be good enough for you in his eyes, because truthfully whenever he tried to imagine a perfect boyfriend for you, he’d always end up envisioning himself. Who better than him, he knows you better than anyone, knows your likes and dislikes, and knows that you’ve always had an obsession with pushing your limits no matter what it may be. 

“I know that’s what you want.” He says earnestly, the sound of a zipper following, met with the warmth of his shaft wedged up against your core. “You like it real big, don’t you baby?”

“Ah, Seungie.. yes, yesyes!” The mere feel of his cock gliding between your thighs has your chest caving in, eyes fluttering shut as you fully realize just how thick he really is. Thick enough to nearly push your knees open if not for his palms sliding down your thighs to encase your legs around his cock. Positioning you perfectly to squeeze and soak around his size, he starts to work a rhythm up between your thighs, thrusting in and out to the fat tip until your folds give and part around him, sandwiching him in a wet heat that has his lower back pinching.

“Fuck!” He growls out from behind you, sounding muffled under his bed where you struggle to catch your breath, feeling closed in. Each moan and grunt he lets slip free drives you closer to the ledge, head hung between your shoulders lazily. Remembering all the times you’ve gotten excited watching him scream and shout while gaming, silently wishing he’d yell at you next.

“Hee, please please, get me out of here. I’m going crazy!” You couldn’t sound more pitiful, strained and watery as you beg. Thighs trembling with each clap slapping against your lower half. He’s relentless, fucking between your thighs until your clit aches, swollen and neglected of what you really want. What you really need. “Wanna see you.. wanna see your pretty face.”

“W-wanna see me?” He sounds more broken than you would have expected. Aiming messily between your clamped thighs as if he’s racing to win something, fixated on the way your ass bounces back against him with each unforgiving collision of his pelvis ramming against you. “Make me c-cum first, and I’ll get you o-out.”

“Fuck oh my god,” you whimper, doing your best to keep your knees locked together. The brink of your release approaches faster with each filthy moan he lets out, shutting your eyes as you picture his face. Head thrown back lost in pure bliss, long neck arched and coated with a thick sheen of sweat, pink lips parted wet with saliva. You needed to see him, watch his face crumple when he first enters you, savor each sound that pours from his lips. “Cum for me, p-please cum on my ass!”

A deep raspy groan cascades down your body, falling limp as he thrusts faster and jackhammers against you. Determined to do exactly that, rushing to reach his orgasm and spill all over your juicy ass. “Yeah? Want my cum marked all over you, claim you like my god damn slut.”

“Yes p-please! Make me your slut, wanna be your slut!” You cry out, eyes rolling up from the friction rocked back and forth across your clit. “N-need your big cock, need it!”

Heeseung shouts, smacking your ass roughly and gripping on hard enough to leave marks of his fingers behind for days. Pulling out he slaps down on your ass, thick wet cock landing heavily on top of your rim. White strings shoot from the tip, painting your lower back and between you butt as he eases back and groans. Stomach twitching hard from breathing heavily, watching with his mouth hung open as thick pools of cum run from your asshole to your entrance, bubbling around the wet slick there. 

“Seungie pleaseeeee get me out!”

He smirks, nodding even though you can’t see, cooing and patting your ass. “I almost want to leave you like this, can use you whenever I wanna get off.”

The idea is tempting, but you just beg too cutely. Sitting up on his knees he moves to pick up the bed frame, watching your upper half lift from where your shirt stays attached to his bed.

“My shirt!” You squeak, kicking your feet.

“Fuck the shirt, come on, get out from under there!” Heeseung demands, arms starting to shake the longer you try to salvage the ripped garment.

“Ugh, I loved that shirt.” You complain, removing yourself and backing away with a pout. Arms crossed over your chest because of course you went braless today, as you do most days when you plan to see your best friend.

“Fuck the shirt.” He repeats, dropping the bed with a loud thud. Moving forward to cup your cheeks and look over the tear stains tracking your cheeks. “Already crying, you really think you can take it?”

“Of course I can.” Confidently you push him down onto the floor, forcing his arms up to get his shirt off and shove your skirt aside. “You seriously think you’re that big?”

“I know I am.” He says with a grin, moving his arms behind his head to watch you straddle his hips.

There’s apprehension running across your face as you pick up his length from the center, lips nervously pulled back tight. 

He’s big, arguably the biggest. If you had time to measure, you’d bet money he’s over 10 inches..

“Scared?” He speaks up, breaking your concentration. Quickly you shake your head and lift your hips to line the tip to your entrance.

“I’ve taken bigger.” Sure, you’re lying, but why would he know that. Maybe the hiss you let out when he first breaches your hole gives you away, more wet than ever it shouldn’t hurt this much. Each inch feels like it’s stretching you to your limits, having to pause and take deep breaths the more you struggle to lower yourself. Shivering, teeth chattering by the time you manage to get past halfway.

He grunts under you, reaching to cup your hips. “Come on.” He encourages with a pinch, gently patting the skin after. “You can do it.”

It shouldn’t make your heart flutter, essentially being told you can take cock, but it does. Another deep breath has you going further down, letting out a loud gasped moan when you finally reach the hilt. Tummy sucked in, arms shaking as you reach for his chest to brace yourself and roll your hips experimentally.

Heeseung gets tired of watching you rock against him slowly, can’t take it anymore when he sees the space between your hips bulging out with each swivel you give. Reaching for your waist, he scoops you up and falls over to the side, turning your bodies without drawing free from your cunt. “That’s not how you take cock.”

Lifting one of your legs up, he changes the angle, leaving the back of your knee perched on his shoulder as he draws free and reaches for your hair to fist a wad at the crown. “Think you can take cock like a real slut?”

The new position has your back arching up, head shaking as you watch him pull out inch by inch until only the very end of his cock remains inside. The long girth throbs, visibly pulsating with a coat of your arousal painted all the way up to his lower stomach. “W-what?” You mutter, unable to even shake your head out of confusion with the firm grip he has on you to make you watch.

“Train you to take nothing but my dick from now on, no one else will ever be good enough for you now.” He means every word, slowly sinking in until half of his length disappears. Kissing the backs of his teeth, he watches your mouth fall open, drool trickle out from the corners. Eyes wide in disbelief as you watch your cunt get stretched out to take the width and length bigger than any you’ve had before.

“S’too—too much!” You stammer out, making a mess of spit roll down your chin. “C-can’t, please!”

“You can.” Heeseung’s breaths come out short, eyebrows furrowed like this is hurting him too, because it is. It’s taking everything in him to not fuck into you fast and hard the way his thoughts are screaming at him to. “Look at how good you’re opening up for me.”

The arm outstretched gripping onto your hair shakes to make sure you’re watching each inch sink in, simultaneously letting out moaned sighs of relief when he reaches balls deep. 

“S-so full, fuck I’m full.” You say incoherently, tongue too heavy in your mouth to properly speak anymore. 

Heeseung attests how full you actually are, sliding his free hand down your stomach to feel the hint of bulge there, thrusting up against his touch and groaning at the way you convulse around him when he does. “Full of me baby, feels good doesn’t it? No one fucks you like this.”

He pulls out completely a few more times to make you really feel every inch, each vein, all the small ridges lining his length before hoisting your other thigh up. 

“S-slow!! Hurts, you’re too big!” You manage to mumble out brokenly, biting on your lip hard enough to draw blood. He folds you up into a mating press easily, limbs limp, feet dangling in the air with each bruising slap of his hips hitting your ass. Filling your insides up enough to rearrange them if he pleased. 

It’s that feeling again, that feeling you’ve been chasing after ever since the first time. That rush of pain and heat that shifts into pleasure, slicking up more around his length, earning a mumbled ‘that’s it’ as you start to moan and your eyes roll back up. You feel out of body and like you’ve lost your mind for a moment, toes curled and unable to breathe. Unable to even focus on anything other than the stretch and fullness between your thighs.

Heeseung finally lets go of your hair, cupping your jaw to take in the lost dreamy glazed look that’s taken over your gaze, licking up the trail of drool from your chin. “Such a good cock sleeve for me baby.” He says raspily, pressing kisses to your lower and upper lip. “Too good, trying to make me cum too fast.”

“Hee..” it’s the wrinkled skin between your eyebrows, the glowing flush staining your cheeks, the tears threatening to spill out with each brutal thrust. Sitting up, he lets your legs flop from his shoulders, curling around your thighs to thrust in hard a few more times without tearing his gaze away from yours.

The tip of his cock hits deep, hitting that spot inside of you better than anyone has ever managed to. Tears river down, mouth hung open in silent scream, reaching for his hands as you both still and savor the wash of pleasure pulsing around him. The wetness that can’t even break out around the fullness that’s plugging you up.

Heeseung’s pretty features contort, holding back his need to cum just to fully enjoy yours. To store every touch, scent, look, each small movement in his memory. He pulls out once you calm, stroking himself over your wrecked cunt until he’s thoroughly painted your mound and folds, dipping his finger in to push and smear the mess between.

“Fuck that was..” he sighs, falling to your side, head shaking from side to side.

“Yeah..” you think you respond, the room still spinning. Even with cum drying on you from front to back, you can’t help but feel new. Shiny and new, like none of those other guys had ever even fucked you before. Heeseung made it feel like the first time again, even better..

“What are you doing?” You ask, eyes squinted as you spot Heeseung coming around from the other side of his bed with your phone in hand. 

“Getting your phone.” He says sarcastically, rolling his eyes playfully before laying back down by your side with a groan. “We should probably move to the bed.”

“Not going to kick me out?”

“Why would I kick you out, you practically live here.” He scoffs, nudging your shoulder while entering your passcode in, not even bothering to hide that he knows it by heart. “Let’s find out how your cartoon porn ends.”

“It’s not—“ huffing, you let out an annoyed sigh, turning to rest your head on his shoulder. “Whatever.”

“Huh, look at that.” He grins, tapping the screen. “They both fucked her ass.”

“At the same time?!?”

“No no, that’d be too much.. even for a cartoon.” With a cocked eyebrow, he turns to look at you inquisitively. “You know what that means.”

“Uh, no?”

He lets out a long drawn out groan, sitting up and slapping your thigh. “Means I have to fuck your ass now.”

“You’re an idiot..”

Delivering a harsher smack, he snaps his fingers, signaling for you to get up. “Get on the bed, now.”

You gawk up at him incredulously, cowering into yourself out of fear of taking his monstrous cock in another hole, let alone one that’s never been penetrated. “Maybe next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah.. you know, when new games come out you have to go discuss them with all your loser gaming friends online. You can’t just go in blindly and expect to be a pro..”

He hums in thought, contemplating what you’re saying for a minute. “That’s a good point.” He squats down, patting your cheek. “But I’m the ace, and I never lose anything.”

The squabble you should have had in the first place kicks in, bouncing onto your feet to get away from him as he chases you around his bedroom, mostly circling the bed. 

“Hee! Come onnnn!” You pant, out of breath and exhausted, slipping on his bed while trying to take a shortcut, only to have your arms trapped behind your back.

“Are you going to let any of those morons treat you like a slut again?” He says in a serious tone, landing a burning slap on your ass. 

“Ah fuck! No! I won’t!”

“You promise?” It comes out a little more desperate and pleading than intended, tugging at something on the left side of your chest. Succumbing to defeat you collapse against his bed, jerking from another slap and nodding. 

“I promise.. only you.”

“Good.” Warm kisses trail up from your shoulder to your neck, nipping at your earlobe. “Friends don’t break promises.”

“And you, do you promise?” You ask shyly, eyes bouncing over the bedding gathered up in front of you.

“Yeah.” He whispers, kissing along your jaw, hips slotting into place on top of your bottom. “It’s all yours. Only for you.”

A small smile creeps onto your face, nodding softly. “So, next time?”

“Next time.”

Placing her trusted Charlotte Tilbury lipstick in her bag, your best friend and roommate of three years, Jimin, is finally ready to go out for the night. She looks glamorous from head to toe, effortlessly exuding the confidence and allure of a world-class supermodel.

Her hair cascades in loose waves, artfully swept over one shoulder, highlighting her elegant neck and perfectly styled tresses. Her tanned skin glows under the soft lighting, accentuating the contrast with her white spaghetti strap crop top, which subtly showcases her toned midriff. Her black suede shorts hug her figure, adding a touch of sophistication and edge to her ensemble. Strappy heels elongate her legs, making her look even more statuesque.

As Jimin adjusts her earrings, you can't help but admire her impeccable sense of style and grace. Her makeup is flawlessly applied, with a hint of shimmer on her eyelids and a bold, dark red lip that makes her look like she’s stepped straight out of a DAZED magazine.

In stark contrast, you are nestled comfortably on the couch in your cherry pink pyjamas, lost in the pages of "King of Pride." The soft fabric of your pyjamas provides a comforting embrace, and your hair is casually pulled back in a loose ponytail. Your face is free of makeup, showcasing your natural beauty and the relaxed ease of someone enjoying a quiet evening, just you, a glass of wine, and the much-needed company of Kai Young.

“Okay, how do I look?” Jimin turns to you, plastering on a big smile, extending her arms so you can get a full glimpse of her carefully orchestrated outfit.

Holding your place in your book with your thumb, you pretend to inspect her harshly, knowing anything less would be deemed as not caring - at least in the eyes of your best friend. “I think…you look like the prettiest girl in the room, no, the world” you compliment her earnestly.

Tutting, she rolls her eyes. “You and Jaeyun say the same thing every time,” she giggles, enjoying the compliment despite it being a secret mantra you and her boyfriend have conjured up to keep her happy. Jimin has a certain way she likes to be spoken to and if it isn’t the most dramatic, complimentary words you can muster, you might as well call her an ugly hag who cracks mirrors.

Jaeyun and you have always rated her an unequivocal one hundred out of ten.

“Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to come?” Jimin asks for the fifth time in three hours. “Heeseung will be there, you know he has a bit of a crush on you.” She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, clearly enjoying how your face flushes at mentioning his name. Heeseung is handsome, no doubt about it, but he isn’t the man you would rush out the door for.

“I promise, I am quite happy here with my rich soon-to-be CEO and a glass of Pino,” you wave her off and open your book again, digging back into the chapter she pulled you from.To be honest, it’s not entirely a fib; you do want to stay in and enjoy a glass of wine, though your plans are slightly more elaborate than they seem—details she doesn’t need to know about.

“Well, don’t wait up. I’m planning to stay at Jaeyun’s afterwards,” she announces with a gleeful smile. Her infectious joy and the glimmer in her eyes catch the warm light from the lamp beside you, casting a gentle glow over the room.

As she gives a final twirl and heads out the door, leaving the apartment with a high-pitched goodbye, you wait to hear the faint turn of her key in the lock. Once you detect that reassuring click, signalling her definitive departure, you wedge your bookmark in the novel and place it on the side table, promising yourself that you will return to it later; you have another CEO to attend to.

Grasping your glass of crisp wine and your phone, you make your way to your bedroom. The room is softly lit, with fairy lights casting a warm, ambient glow. You place your wine on the nightstand, sitting softly on your bed as you unlock your phone.

A sigh leaves your wine-tainted lips as you open up Instagram, going straight to a certain someone’s page. The same person that has left you so needy all day that you have been counting down the minutes and seconds until you get some alone time.

Park Sunghoon. 

Your boss, Park Sunghoon, who gave you a job as his assistant straight out of Grad school after attending one of his special lectures, the one who has shown you the ropes of the Marketing world and introduced you to important contacts to help you in the future, and the one who makes it insanely difficult to concentrate in any board or business meeting because of how insanely attractive he is.

Sunghoon is a gift from the gods: tall, wealthy, extraordinarily handsome, and incredibly hard to resist. He is admirable and focused, commanding a room in a way you wish he would with you, hoping that the passion and energy he has for the business could somehow translate into a more intimate setting, with you on the receiving end. He has worked tirelessly to build his company from rags to riches, becoming the youngest, highest-grossing CEO in the country, making every Forbes 30 Under 30 list there is. You are immensely grateful for the opportunity to work as his assistant.

That is why what you are about to do feels like a betrayal. Your heart tells you this is wrong, embarking on sinful acts such as this, but it also convinces you that thoughts inside your mind aren’t anything to feel ashamed about, as long as you look and never touch.

And so far, you haven’t ever laid a finger on him, much to your disdain. There have been times when all you can think about is pouncing on him while he sits at his desk, imagining bouncing on his cock until you’re high off his cum and kisses. You envision his white shirts and black ties discarded, your lips all over his toned chest and stomach, hearing him moan your name as you make your way to suck his cock better than any of his socialite flings ever could.

If the assistant and CEO dynamic wasn’t enough to deter you from making your fantasies a reality, the class barrier would be your first hurdle. Sunghoon comes from a world of privilege and status, a realm of luxury and power. Despite your impressive academic achievements and the progress you’ve made in your career, there’s always an underlying awareness of the different worlds you inhabit. You’re 22 and an assistant just starting to work your way up and Sunghoon is a 27-year-old CEO of a multi-million dollar franchise.

You are nowhere near his level.

Yet, the allure of his presence is irresistible. His charisma and the subtle way he looks at you during meetings ignite a forbidden desire within you. The professionalism you maintain in the office is a fragile veneer, concealing the simmering tension and your hidden longing. Each day, you master the art of restraint, keeping your fantasies locked away, only to revisit them in the privacy of your room, where the boundaries of reality and imagination blur.

Scrolling through his Instagram, you hone in on one particular picture, your favourite among them all: his GQ CEO of the Year cover. Maybe it was because you were there when it was taken, seeing him switch poses, flicking his eyebrows up and smirking into the camera, his fingers gripping the edges of his desk as the photographer shouted praises intertwined with instructions. God, how you would do anything to be bent over that table and fucked to oblivion by the man.

You reach into your bedside drawer and retrieve the pretty pink dildo you ordered from Adam & Eve, the size mimicking what you imagine Sunghoon’s looks like: slim but not skinny, long and arched, with a large bell at the end. It’s so wrong to imagine what your boss’ dick looks like, never mind buying a toy specifically to fantasise about him, but you can’t bring yourself to feel guilty about it—not when you’re cumming around it and screaming his name.

Position yourself comfortably, the soft sheets bunch up around you and close your eyes. The fantasy takes over, vivid and tantalising. You picture Sunghoon, his intense gaze locked on you, his hands rough yet tender as they roam your body. The thought of his voice, low and commanding, fills your mind, heightening your arousal.

And you get lost in the fantasy as you look at the picture illuminating your screen.

Pushing down your pyjama shorts, you discard them quickly, your cunt already greedy to be filled. You rub the dildo up and down your slick folds, gathering your natural lubricant as you look at Sunghoon’s stern face on your phone screen, remembering all the times he has reprimanded you for doing something wrong. You never fully took in the severity of the situation, your mind too lost in the lower octave of his tone and how badly you wished to be punished by him.

“Bend over. Now,” he says with venom lacing his tone, the words cutting through his quiet office.

You do as he says, leaning over the desk and hiking up your skirt, eagerly anticipating your retribution. The air is thick with tension as Sunghoon’s body looms close to you, teasing you even with just his presence. Your mind races as his hands situate themselves on your hips, pulling your ass back into him, the action causing your cunt to meet his bulge. The outline of his length protrudes through his Prada slacks, making your pussy ache all over him.

Leaning his body over yours so his chest is pressed firmly against your back, he ghosts his lips over your earlobe. “How many times do I need to tell you to do your job right?” His question is rhetorical, knowing that if you speak, you’ll get an even worse punishment.

His warm breath on your ear sends shivers down your spine, and you feel your core tighten in anticipation. His grip on your hips tightens as he slowly grinds against you, the friction of his bulge against your soaked panties making you whimper. The feeling of his hard cock pressing into you, even through the fabric is intoxicating, and you can’t help but arch your back, pushing yourself closer to him.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and taunting. “So desperate for it. Such a needy little slut.”

Before you can respond, he straightens up, his hands leaving your hips, his warm grip now replaced with the cold lingering of want. Without warning, he brings his hand down on your ass with a sharp smack. The sensation is electric, a mix of pain and pleasure that makes you gasp, the sting of the spank sends a jolt of arousal straight to your core, and you bite your lip to stifle a moan.

“Did you like that?” he asks, his tone mocking. He doesn’t wait for an answer as his hand comes down again, harder this time, the sound of the impact echoing in the large office. The force makes you tremble, your skin tingling with the aftershock, your cunt leaking down your leg in sheer joy and agony.

“Yes, sir,” you manage to gasp, the words escaping your lips before you can stop them.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and you feel his hand rub soothing circles over the spot he just spanked, the contrast of his gentle touch against the sting making your body crave more. He is giving you the perfect mixture of punishment and rest, somehow making you crave a spanking more than ever before despite your ass whispering pleas of ‘no more’

Another sharp smack lands on your other cheek, and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes your throat. The pain mingles with pleasure, your pussy throbbing with need. Each hit is harder than the last, and you can feel the heat rising in your skin, the stinging sensation turning into a delicious ache.

“Do you want more?” he asks, his voice dripping with seduction. “Do you want me to punish you properly?”

“Yes, sir,” you reply breathlessly, your body trembling with anticipation. These two words seem to be the only thing that can fall from your lips other than strangled moans and mewls of desire.

He spanks you again, the force making you lurch forward, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support, the hit vibrating all the way to your throbbing bud. The sharp sting reverberates through your body, intensifying the ache between your legs. You feel yourself getting wetter, your juices dripping down your thighs, hitting the Versace shoes that Sunghoon bought you for a work event.

“Look at you,” he taunts, his voice low and commanding. “So needy, so desperate. You can’t even control yourself, can you?”

“No, sir,” you admit, your voice a whimper. “I need you.”

His hand comes down on your ass again, harder than before, and you cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming your senses. You can feel the slickness between your thighs increasing, naturally preparing yourself for what is to come.

“You’re such a good girl,” he murmurs, his hand rubbing soothingly over your reddened skin. “Taking your punishment so well.”

He leans over you again, his lips brushing against your ear. “But we’re not done yet,” he whispers, his voice sending shivers down your spine. “I’m going to make sure you never forget this.”

With that, he draws back and gives another harsh slap, the impact of which causes you to squeal. The cadence of his spanking quickens, each slap sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your skin tingles with each hit, leading to a climax.

“Please, sir,” you beg, your voice trembling. “Please, I need to cum.”

He pauses, his hand resting on your ass. “You need to cum?” he repeats, his tone amused. “Just by my hand?”

“Yes, sir,” you reply, your body trembling with need. “Please, I’ve been a good girl, let me cum.”

He chuckles softly, his hand sliding between your thighs to feel your wetness. “You’re soaked,” he remarks, his fingers teasing your folds. “Such a needy little slut.”

His words send a jolt of arousal through you, and you whimper as he teases your entrance with his fingers. “Don’t you want my cock?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. “Don’t you want me to fuck you?” His words are condescending, knowing that with a few more slaps you’ll be clenching around nothing, yet, he can’t stand to see you cum and it not be around his delicious cock.

“Yes, sir,” you moan, your body aching for his touch, for his dick to be stuffed deep inside you. To be honest, you want anything he will give you. “Please, fuck me.”

Unbuckling his belt and letting his black trousers and boxers fall to his ankles, he positions himself behind you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. The anticipation is almost too much to bear, and you push back against him, desperate to feel him inside you.

“Patience,” he murmurs, his hands gripping your hips. “I want to take my time with you.”

Finally wet enough to snuggly enter you, the dildo sinks into your cunt as you imagine him sinking in slowly, the wave of pleasure as you stretch around the faux shaft enough to send your head back into a frenzy.

He pushes in slowly, the stretch of his cock filling you inch by inch. The sensation is overwhelming, the tip of his cock sliding past all of your sensitive spots, stimulating your nerves just the way you need him to. You feel every inch of him, the fullness making your body shiver with desire.

“God, you’re tight,” he groans, his hands gripping your hips harder. “You feel so fucking good.”

He begins to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure through your body. The friction of his cock against your inner walls is intoxicating, and you can’t help but moan his name, the sound mingling with the rhythm of his movements.

“Sunghoon,” you gasp, your back contorting to fit him deeper, head thrown back as he bucks his hips at a steady, agonising pace. “Please, fuck me harder.”

Scoffing, he slows down, giving you the opposite of what you are needily begging for. “You think you deserve to make demands?” Sunghoon asks, his hands roaming along your back, fingers untucking your shirt and crawling up to your bare back. You’re lucky he let the slip of his name out of your mouth rather than his preferred nickname.

In truth, you don’t, constantly fucking up in your job to the point that it has come to this, but by god will you never get a single thing right if it means receiving this pleasure. Yet, right now, you need to yield, appeasing his every word.

“I don’t deserve it, Sir,” you admit, trying to fuck onto his cock faster. “But please, I’ll be so good if you do.”

Laughing, his large hand snakes around your neck and pulls you back roughly, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he fucks into you agonisingly slow yet sharp. His warm breath washes over your cheek as he smirks menacingly. “You’re already being a good girl, so what else will you do?”

“I’ll do my job properly, I’ll make sure I never disappoint you.” It’s not even the slightest bit embarrassing as you try your hardest to fuck yourself onto his cock, squeezing for extra friction as you bargain with him. All you need right now is to be pounded mercilessly by the man you crave the most.

Satisfied with your response, he finally obliges, his thrusts becoming faster and more intense, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. The pleasure builds with each movement, your body responding eagerly to his touch. You feel the tension coiling in your core, the edge of climax drawing closer with every thrust.

“Do you want to cum on your boss’ cock?” he asks mockingly, knowing your immediate answer. 

You struggle to give him an answer as his grip on your throat tightens, his digits pressing into your soft neck and cutting off your voicebox, yet somehow, you manage to squeak out a tiny ‘yes’, followed by a throat-ripping moan as he finds your sweet spot.

Suddenly, your phone rings as you move your dildo rapidly in and out of your squelching cunt, the toy now covered in your juices as both you and it work hard to reach that sweet release. Heaving heavily, you see the caller ID ring and your eyes widen, the name ‘Park Sunghoon’ flashing across your screen.

Idiotically, you answer, scared of the reprimand if you don’t, your boss never liking when you answer after more than three rings. Before you get the chance to speak, he is already blaring down the phone at you.

“Y/N, I need you to come in early tomorrow. There is a big meeting with Park Jongseong that we must prepare for,” he begins, tone borderline scolding but not so angry. “Someone forgot to put it in my diary.”

The subtle dig at you only heightens your feelings, the actual scolding you’re receiving meshing in beautifully with your fantasies. Your hand never stops the dildo from thrusting harshly into you, his actual voice much colder and deeper than the one you have in your mind, your body aching for each Sunghoon in its own way.

You stifle a moan but it still leaks through into the speaker, your climax imminent as your wrist quickens and legs spread, the muscles of your thighs and arms tightening with your actions.

“Cum for me, baby” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “I want to feel you cum around my cock.”

“Are you sick? Don’t come in tomorrow if you are, I have to fly to Japan on Thursday.” 

Each CEO blends into one another as you come undone, dropping the phone on your stomach and arching your back off the bed.

The words push you over the edge, and you cry out as the orgasm crashes over you, “Yes, Sir!” your body trembling with the force of it. You can feel your pussy clenching around his cock, the sensation driving him deeper into you. His thrusts become erratic, and with a final, deep thrust, he spills into you, filling you with his release. The hot spurts of his cum coat your battered walls so deliciously, soothing the rawness from the relentless beating.

The room is filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the aftermath of your climax leaving you both spent and satisfied. Sunghoon pulls out slowly, his hands gentle as they caress your skin. He helps you stand, his touch tender as he pulls you into his arms.

“You did so well,” he murmurs, his lips pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Such a good girl.”

You pant heavily, forgetting for a moment exactly where you are and what you have done, the blurred line of delusion and reality becoming a haze as your eyes fight their way open, your high overcoming your body like a tidal wave

Clearing his throat with a deliberate rasp, Sunghoon's piercing gaze cuts through the haze clouding your senses, snapping you back to the stark reality of your surroundings. The weight of your actions descends upon you like a sudden storm, leaving you breathless and disoriented.

"Tomorrow at 6am, my office," he declares with a steely edge, each word measured and exact as he speaks with a smirk. The earlier rush of pleasure now dissipates into a cold knot of apprehension in your stomach. His voice carries a promise of consequences, leaving no doubt in your mind that he knows exactly what you’ve been doing.

"Do not keep me waiting," he continues, his tone low and ominous, "or you'll be punished.”

He hangs up abruptly, the chilling bleep of the disconnected call makes you swallow, realising that you have completely fucked up and have painted yourself guilty as sin.